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
The wheels creak and groan as they turn, the sound amplified by the stillness of the surrounding countryside. Despite their slow pace, the horses seem to know where they're going and move steadily forward, their hooves thudding rhythmically against the dirt road. I glance at Bree, who is dozing off next to me in the driver’s box. As we ride along the winding path, the earth rises and falls beneath us. The trees rustle in the soft breeze, and the tall grass sways gently as we pass. The sun shines down upon us, casting long shadows off our forms, and the distant mountains rise up in the hazy distance, beckoning us forward. To my utmost surprise, driving the carriage is simpler than I had anticipated. The reins feel sturdy and the horses respond promptly to even the slightest movements of my hands. I guide them carefully, ensuring a smooth ride and avoiding any obstacles on the road that may jostle our esteemed passengers. [I’m impressed, daddy]Why? [You can help people just becaus
We quickly enter Sasha's home and rush to settle Lily's husband onto the bed while Sasha is searching for something. Bree, Lily and I then take seats, making sure not to obstruct Sasha's movement as she continues her search. The gemstones shimmer on the table as I reach out to touch them. My fingers brush against the smooth surfaces; some are warm, while others feel cool to the touch. I gaze at the kaleidoscope of colors, entranced by the way they reflect the light and create an intricate dance of hues on the walls. It feels like I'm in a magical world, surrounded by treasures beyond my wildest dreams. And maybe I am… Sasha picks up an emerald-green gemstone and turns back to us. "Ah! Here it is! This is the one," she says with a smile. "It's a verdelite, one of the rarest and most powerful healing gemstones out there. It's perfect for this."Bree leans forward in her seat, her eyes wide with excitement. "How do you use it?" she asks eagerly. Sasha's smile widens as she begins to
Lily delicately lifts a spoonful of soup to her husband's mouth, relishing the sight of his nourishment. She watches him with a loving gaze, giving him all her attention. Sasha and Bree huddle over a glittering tray of polished gemstones, their eyes alight with fascination. With animated gestures, Sasha explains about the craft of gemcrafting and enchantments. They examine each stone closely, marveling at the cut, clarity, and color. As Sasha discusses the gemstones’ properties, I divert my attention to my recently acquired enhancement. With it, I have the ability to discern anyone's sexual inclinations simply by looking at them— a thrifty tool in my opinion. My attention settles on Sasha, and I can't help but wonder what her preferences might be. I decide to test her out. A sly grin spreads across my face as I begin to read. [Sasha, a 22-year-old virgin, is a naturally fiery individual who longs for carnal exploration. However, her lack of sexual experience has left her naive an
Sasha’s prompt answer is enough to understand that I blew it. I totally wasn't expecting her to turn me down. I should have phrased my invitation differently. Bree laughs hard before settling a hand over Sasha’s shoulder. “Oh, honey. I'm sure you do have friends here. But David— or Wrenn, as you call him— is definitely not talking about the same kind of friends. Sometimes….” Bree’s hand drifts from Sasha's shoulder down her chest, brushing over her tits, before cupping one of them in her palm. Sasha’s cheeks flush a deep red as her gaze darts towards the bed. However, Lily and her husband are completely absorbed in each other, oblivious to anyone else’s presence. My eyes follow Bree's fingers as she continues to softly stroke Sasha's breast through her blouse. An ache begins in my groin and I struggle to keep myself under control. “Sometimes…” Bree continues, “you can find friends willing to help you out of a bad situation, be it a fight…” Her hand lets go of Sasha’s breast and l
Sasha leans in closer to the gemstone, carefully inspecting it under the magnifying glass, occasionally jotting things down in her notebook. On a chair near the bookcase, Bree flips through “The Botanical Healer’s Handbook” with interest, occasionally reading aloud interesting tidbits to Sasha. The faint smell of lavender wafts from the book’s pages, mixing with the quiet scratching of Sasha's pencil. I dare not read that book even if I know it’s not recommended to judge a book by its cover. But this one looks like it's been through the wringer and the blender, and maybe even a stampede of wild boars. It's a hodgepodge of textures, colors, and materials, with the binding held together by what looks like ancient bubblegum. The edges of the cover are frayed and torn, with bits of moss and dirt clinging to the surface.The title, written in what might be dragon's blood— or just really old red ink— is barely legible… Something like "The Botanical Hea-r's Hand-ook". It's clear that this
Sasha's cheeks flush in embarrassment as she anxiously looks away from Bree's outstretched hand, holding up the unmistakably phallic-shaped stone. She shifts her balance from one foot to the other, her body language revealing her discomfort. "Bree, please," she says, her cheeks turning pink. "Can you put that down? Let's focus on the task at hand. That’s not something I plan to pack."“Maybe I can have it then,” Bree says, her hand starting to drift along the rock as if she were jacking off a cock. “It looks like a perfect fit for me. I bet we could have fun with it.”Clearing her throat, Sasha busies herself with packing the gemstones, keeping her eyes down to avoid meeting Bree's gaze. Bree, however, seems undeterred and continues to make suggestive comments. "I'm sure it would fit just right inside me," Bree adds in a sultry voice. "And maybe I'd even let you be the one to stick it there. You know,” she steps closer to Sasha, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, “I can lend you
Sasha's eyes display an act of tremendous willpower as that clear shade of green dispels any previous lustful gaze. She manages to push away from her face the aroused expression that took hold of her lovely features before. “A rock can be pretty cold, indeed,” she says. “But a cockstone can be hot too if I use a gemstone spell to heat it up and make it the right temperature for me. Who knows? Maybe I’ll even find the right spell to turn it into a real thing…”Undoubtedly, her argument is compelling, and in this fleeting moment, I find myself nearly succumbing to the allure of her eloquent discourse. However, Bree remains impervious to such persuasions; the sardonic curl of her lips bears testament to her unwavering resolve. “Will you grow it hands too?” Bree asks, her own hands squeezing Sasha’s tit in a grip that is far from gentle. “Will it be able to grab you like this? And isn’t it boring and tiresome to wield it yourself when someone else could do the pounding for you?”Bree dr