The atmosphere is charged with tension as we gather around. The bandit leader stands stoically at the makeshift line, gripping his knife with a fierce intensity. Bree takes her position next to him, deftly twirling her daggers with effortless grace as she waits her turn. I find myself looking around at the faces of the others as they watch the contest. It occurs to me how different life is here compared to my world. Firstly, there are magical and supernatural elements present in this world, things like the existence of spells and enchanted objects, magical creatures, and different realms or dimensions. Secondly, the level of technology and infrastructure in this world, it’s somewhat different from my world. There still exist towns and villages, but they aren’t equipped with the same level of modern amenities and conveniences that I once took for granted, such as electricity and running water. Using candles and lanterns, and making do with a bucket of water for the restroom can be a
With the terms set, Bree and the bandit leader both take their positions, ready to throw their knives at the target. The tension in the air is palpable as everyone watches with bated breath, waiting to see who will come out victorious. Bree's face transforms into a steely expression as she takes a fearless step forward. The bandit leader watches her with confusion, evidently not expecting such a silent approach— so different from their previous toss. She holds her ground, ignoring him completely as she stares straight ahead. This new tactic seems to be working, as evidenced by the way the bandit leader's stance becomes warier. Intimidation is a multifaceted game, and Bree is definitely a master.Bree and the bandit leader stand at the makeshift line facing the marked tree, each with a dagger in hand. One of the bandits— the same one who drew the mark on the tree and the line at their feet— acts now as a referee of sorts, counting slowly to three to help them throw at the same time.
After we’d safely arrived in the village, Bree and I came across a small inn-tavern combo to spend the night. It’s a cozy place with a small hearth and a busy tavern at the ground level. Above the tavern are several rooms for rent. As Bree handles the innkeeper and inquires about a room and dinner, I find a quiet corner to sit in and catch glimpses of the sexy bar wenches.My eyes wander from one woman to the next as they walk by, enjoying the sight of their bare legs and tight dresses. From time to time, my gaze wanders, drawn to their breasts which are barely concealed by the thin material. One wench, in particular, attracts my attention. She has long curly hair that falls past her shoulders, with a wild, carefree look in her bright green eyes. Her curves are accentuated by the tight-fitting corset and short skirt she wears as a uniform for this tavern. And though I'm not usually the type to stare at women—[Which is kindaa all you’ve done since you’ve came on Kerenza…]Hmmm… I
As Bree's words hit me, my cheeks burn with heat, and my mind starts racing for a witty response while attempting to maintain my composure. "Well, let's hope it's a good kind of unforgettable," I say, trying to sound nonchalant. “No more bandits, fights, or contests. Just a good dinner and a night of rest would do.”Bree throws her head back, her laughter ringing out like bells. I join in, the tension of our dangerous travels lifting temporarily as we revel in the moment. I watch as she wipes tears from her eyes, her face alight with joy. While we wait for our dinner to arrive, Bree tells me stories of her past adventures. Her eyes light up as she recounts her daring escapades, and I can't help but be drawn in by her energy and passion.She doesn't describe her childhood. But the fact remains that she has been through things most others will never experience. I find myself wondering if I could ever share similar experiences with her. In the depths of my thoughts, my mind wanders b
Lola’s fingers tangle in my hair, and she pulls me closer, deepening our kiss. It's like time stands still as we explore each other's mouths, our tongues dancing in a heated tango. She moans softly as my hand brushes against her underwear, and I can feel the heat rising between us. It's like we're two flames, and the fire between us is growing hotter by the second. I can't help but think about Bree, waiting outside the door for her turn. It's like we're in some kind of twisted game, and this makes things even hotter. As Lola pulls away from our kiss, she bites her lip, teasing me with her gaze. “What if your wife gets back?”“My wife? Bree? Bree’s not—”I swallow, remembering Lola’s Sexual Insight. Getting caught in the act is one of her favorite fetishes that gets her off. The fear of being caught in the act can be incredibly arousing for both partners and can create an adrenaline rush that further heightens the pleasure of the experience. Once, I had a wild time at the beach. Th
Despite my stomach’s rumbling at the enticing aroma of the freshly cooked meal getting cold on the table, my cock wins the battle for priority. Watching Bree and Lola settle on the bed, I can feel the stirrings of my arousal. I push my hands through my hair, taking in the sight. With slow kisses and soft touches, the two women undress each other, slowly exposing more and more of their bodies. When they kiss again, my balls tighten as their tits touch, their nipples grazing each other. Bree’s hands slide down Lola's stomach, pushing down the unwanted skirt until it falls to her knees. Her fingers find the wench’s sweet spot and start to circle around it, slowly bringing Lola to the wanted state of maximum arousal. They begin moving together, kissing, licking, sucking while Lola rides ‘my wife's’ fingers. Her moans of pleasure fill the air as Bree watches me out of the corner of her eye. There is nothing like watching two women getting off. The tingle in my groin is growing stronge
I wake up to the sound of Lola snoring softly beside me. Her hair, a tangled mess, tickles my cheek. With a gentle touch, I brush it away and tuck it behind her ear. Her makeup is smudged, evidence of a long night. Yet, her face looks peaceful and content. Bree is asleep on my other side, her arm draped over my chest. Her breath tickles my neck, head resting against my shoulder. I shift slightly, making Bree stir in her sleep. I stretch my arms, feeling a little cramped from sleeping in such a tight space. It takes me a few seconds to realize where I am and what happened last night. I turn my head to look at Bree again, and she opens one eye, giving me a lazy smile. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she says, her voice husky with sleep. "Did you have fun last night?"I grin back at her, feeling a warmth in my chest. "I definitely did not expect to wake up like this."Lola lets out another snort, and I can't help but chuckle at the sound. It's like a little piglet snoring beside me. "Wel
After a quick breakfast of bread, cheese, and sausage, I step outside the inn and scan the area for Bree and Lola. It doesn't take long for me to spot them— they're standing by a carriage, both looking like they're ready to hit the road. I walk over to them and say, "Hey ladies, what's up? Ready to leave?"Bree shakes her head. "Lola won’t be able to join us. We’ll be traveling just with her sister, Lily, and her husband. We're just waiting for her to finish packing up her husband's collection of antique spoons."I raise an eyebrow. "Antique spoons? Are you serious?"Lola nods solemnly. "Yes, they're very important to him. He's been collecting them for years. If he gets better, he’ll want to see them."I can't help but chuckle. "Well, I guess we all have our hobbies. As long as the spoons don't slow us down too much."Instead of a smile at my joke, Lola's expression turns worried. "I hope my sister’s husband won’t get any worse. He needs to get to Eevee for treatment as soon as possi