Mounted on his horse, Mark had Lilliana sitting just in front of him. The close contact was both uncomfortably tight, and arousing. Wearing plate armor was never so uncomfortable.
However, he had business to take care of, and could ruminate on those thoughts later.
His convoy was just outside the gates of Esk, and ready to go.
The group was neither large nor small. Five wagons, a carriage, Jerrick, Lilliana, 22 men and 8 dogs formed the party.
Before leaving the outskirts of the town, there was quite the sizable crowd sending them off.
Mark waved to them, and felt like he needed to say something to assuage the townspeople when his enhanced hearing picked up worried murmurs.
It seemed they thought that once he earned a large sum of money, he would flee to Altdorf, or the far flung sandy beaches of Tilia.
Mark would be lying if he wasn't tempted to establish himself somewhere else. However, he had already made this place home. The adventuring lifestyle may appeal to others, but he enjoyed the routine.
Here in Esk, in the middle of nowhere, he had no mercantile magnates, snooping priests, uppity nobles, competing vampires, or powerful wizards to contend with. In effect, he was the law.
A quick scan through the village the other night, and Mark failed to spot any who were touched by Chaos. He was sure of his popularity, and secure with the connections he had made, few as they were.
As an immortal, it was an ideal place to grow.
Looking at the fretful peasants, Mark decided to assuage their fears.
"Ahem! People of Esk! It has been my pleasure to safeguard these lands! Rest assured, once I prove my legitimacy before the Elector Count, I shall return! As proof of my dedication, let this be an example to all my enemies!"
Mark gestured toward the row upon row of goblin heads mounted upon spikes outside of town.
It had only been one day since his meeting with Darren and Jerrick. In that time, he had returned to the Dwarf Hold, and retrieved a little more than a dozen goblin heads.
The goblin sneak attack on their camp half a month ago had been left unresolved as far as the common man knew. Mark showcased the greenskin heads to assuage the people's fears. To show them that he intended to remain as the Defender of Esk.
The people politely clapped, and muttered their approval.
Mark was slightly disappointed that they didn't cheer, but it was unrealistic to relieve a resounding round of applause every time.
It was then that most of the people went to talk to the guards, and gave them hugs and kisses.
Mark let out a pity laugh for himself. It turned out the crowd wasn't there for him at all!
"The great Defender of Esk! Hah!." The priest of Taal, Mainard teetered drunkenly to the side, spat into the dirt, and trudged away from the gathering.
"Remember our talk dear." The priestess of Rhya, Riesta gave Lilliana a meaningful look before she too departed.
Mark just chuckled at the odd pair of priests. However, any thoughts about them were cast to the side as Lilliana squirmed in front of him.
Her firm, yet soft booty pressed into his armored crotch.
Blast this thick layer of armor!
"All is ready Sir Mark." Jerrick approached from the side.
"Let's go." Mark nodded.
"You 'eard Sir Mark! Set off!" Jerrick bellowed in a deep bass.
Mark patted Lilliana on the thigh. Adventure awaits!
(Line Break)
As a matter of fact, there was no adventure.
Despite traveling on the outskirts of a literal death forest, their journey was rather peaceful. They had encountered zero threats.
It was an estimated seven day journey to Hergig, and five days had already passed.
In that time, they had passed through three towns, and met two patrolling regiments of the Count's State Troops.
However, while five days had passed, their ETA had increased to nine or ten days. Rainstorm upon rainstorm had come down, muddying the road.
To make matters worse, Jerrick insisted he travel inside the carriage with Lilliana and Mark.
Mark had strongly considered telling the half-dwarf to kindly fuck off, however, he was the primary salesman, and had all the connections. Pissing off the middleman who was about to make him tons of gold seemed like a foolish decision.
Of course, he could always cast Vampire Seduction to get whatever he wanted, but to hell with that! He had already decided never to cast it on a man, much less one as ugly as Jerrick!
So he reluctantly put up with Jerrick as a third wheel.
Unfortunately, who knew Jerrick would be such a blabbermouth?
Case in point, he was going on about Hergig now.
"And the entire city is being renovated by the Stout Hand Clan! My mother was a member, so I know all their trade secrets! We'll fleece those bastards of every penny they got their greasy hands upon! When I show them that runic armor, we'll be rolling in the gold!" Jerrick's voice sped up, and he spoke faster and faster the more he spoke about wealth and riches.
"Fascinating." Mark replied tiredly.
The information was useful, but Jerrick had been bragging about his trade deals every day. Earning gold would be useful with his new goal to build a knightly Order. However, listening to one man prattle on and on-no matter how interesting the topic-would drive anyone insane!
He was most definitely going to be buying a coach for the return trip. No way he was going to be sharing space with this cockblocker again. The only saving grace was that he kept an arm wrapped around Lilliana's waist. They were practically glued to the hip for the journey.
Lilliana pinched Mark in the side, and gave him a look.
It seemed the priestess of Morr couldn't handle too much more either.
"I'll be out for a piss, be right back." Mark gruffly interrupted the babbling dwarf, and took a step outside.
Lilliana flashed him a betrayed look, to which Mark smiled widely.
Dawning some water resistant furs, Mark exited the carriage, and was immediately pelted by some light rain.
The convoy was traveling at a trawl. They barely hit 5-6 mph.
Mark nodded at some bored looking guards, and ruffled a barking dog's head.
He walked into the forest, turned invisible, then approached the wagon at the back of the line. Eying the pair of guards at the rear, Mark climbed a tree, then tossed a rock at one of them.
When he turned around, Mark made his move. Shrouding himself once more, he ran beside the wagon. Then, he reached his hand beneath a wheel, and scooped out a large amount of mud.
The wagon got caught in the impromptu hole,. And jammed itself.
Mark then looped back to the forest, and returned to the carriage like nothing had happened.
However, a chain reaction occurred, and the convoy was forced to halt.
As soon as Mark went inside, he could hear the sound of men cursing.
"Ah, where were we Sir Mark? Oh yes, and the cuisine, have you tried their version of venison? It is unique to Hochland!"
Mark's eye twitched, and Lilliana dragged him in, unwilling to be left alone.
Fortunately, it wasn't long before a man came knocking on the carriage door calling for Jerrick's attention.
"Trader Jerrick, we've got a wheel stuck in the mud, sir!"
"Bah, what am I paying you for?! Apologies Sir Mark! I'll have this convoy up and running right away!" Jerrick scratched his beard apologetically, then turned to the worker. "Alright yee bastard, show me the wheel!"
Jerrick stomped away, leaving Lilliana and Mark to enjoy some peace and quiet.
"Now that I've driven away the nuisance, how about a little snack?" Mark wiggled his eyebrows while eyeing Lilliana's breasts.
Lilliana looked down and gripped her fists tight.
Mark tilted his head, was something the matter?
She then gripped him by the chin, and looked him in the eye.
"My, my, feisty today, aren't we Little O-" Mark was halted mod speech. Lilliana had pulled Mark forward, and planted her lips on his.
She was gentle at first, but eventually she stuck her tongue into Mark's mouth. It was hot, and somewhat tickled.
Mark sat there, stunned that Lilliana had seized the initiative. She had always been passive in their relationship. Always silent as he pushed the boundary further and further until he felt confident to take her.
Although it was a surprise, it was a welcom-WOAH! Mark felt tingles throughout his body as Lilliana reached her hand into his pants.
She never broke eye contact with him as she began to gently rub the flat of her palm along his shaft.
Mark's shoulders wiggled left and right as electricity arched throughout his body. "Lilliana, I!" She leaned in, and kissed him once more.
For whatever reason, she seemed like she didn't want him to talk. That was fine by Mark!
Mark leaned into the kiss, and decided to let things play out. He didn't know that the Little One had it in her. Who knew that all the teasing would lead to her making the first move?!
Mark pulled back, and smiled at his pale breath was hot, and she seemed to be craving more. She pulled him forward, and they kissed once more. Their foreheads touched one another, and they never once broke eye contact. Mark was searing the image of her face deep into the recesses of his mind. For as long as he lived, he would never forget this moment.
This hot experience caused a chain reaction in his pants. His member became stiffer and stiffer, and his undergarments became stifling. As if she could tell his discomfort, she began to gently fondle his balls. This effectively teased and tickled him to no end. He enjoyed the ball fondling, but he wanted his dick worked on, not his balls!
Mark squirmed, desperate for her to pull it out, and dosomething.
She must've sensed his unease, because she took on a feral grin from his discomfort.
Lilliana rubbed the flat of her hand against his penis, eliciting more electrical shocks all throughout his body.
Mark bit his lower lip, and widened his eyes.
Lilliana wore a self satisfied smirk, and kissed him once more.
She then got down on her knees, and fully pulled his pants down.
His erection plopped down and rested atop her slievery-white hair.
She lowered her head, and began to take a few deep, and measured breaths.
A moment passed, then another. No action was being taken, and Mark's dick was beginning to feel the rainy chill from outside.
Mark was worried that it would end there, but before he said anything she rubbed her cheek against his head repeatedly. She was so soft!
The repeated motion reminded him of an adorable kitten rubbing against the person she liked most. Her silver-white hair draped behind her back and shifted left and right with the motion of her cheek, giving her the look of an angel.
Mark didn't think it possible, but his erection began to stiffen even harder.
She was just. Too. CUTE!
(LILLIANA POV)
Before they had left Esk, Lilliana was troubled. Riesta had approached her, and made it no secret that she and some other women were interested in Mark. That as children of Rhya, free love was expected, and even venerated.
This left Lilliana full of complicated feelings. Her relationship with that guy was troublesome to say the least…but when she heard the whispers of those harlots, she knew she had to make a move. He had mocked her one too many times! Only she was deserving of his praise. Only she could understand what he went through, what they went through for Esk!
He…Mark…Mark belonged only to her! And during this trip, she would make sure he understood that! But…all the time they were together, there was that third man! If he took up all of their time together…he would not have a pleasant funeral. Lilliana swore that to herself and her patron deity.
When the disgusting half-dwarf was shooed away, Lilliana gathered up her courage, and took matters into her own hands! While she was nervous, and lacked experience, she had heard it all. The people of Esk were loose, and her elven blood allowed her to hear much….Maybe she had seen much too…
Lilliana clenched her fists tight, and reached into Mark's pants.
She was stunned with how squishy it was! Is this what a penis feels like?!
Lilliana began to run her hand along the length, and felt it stiffen under her grasp. Mark's face ran a gambit of emotions, ultimately settling on some combination of defeat and ecstasy. Was she doing that?! With just a movement of her hand, she could turn this powerful man to puddy?
Lilliana's heart raced in excitement as the subject of her torment began to unwind in front of her. Hah! 'All those times you flicked my nipples, slapped my ass, and jostled my breasts! Who is the weak one now! How dare you say I have a big booty! Who told you to lick my ears!' Lilliana's face began to turn more and more crimson as she finally got her revenge, and bullied Mark.
Taking a deep breath, she decided to see what was underneath. It was time for her to become his woman!
When his pants came undone, Lilliana stared in surprise. Although she had watched such scenes from a distance, and handled the corpses of the dead, this was the first time she had seen someone feel this way about her. It made her heart pound even faster knowing that all of this was because of her. She did that.
A moment passed, and Lilliana panicked. 'Oh no, what am I going to do?!'
It was then she remembered a pet cat of hers in the past. It had rubbed its face all over her when it was happy. Lilliana, moving as if on instinct, copied the cat. She rubbed her fair cheeks up and down, side to side.
She heard him gasp in pleasure, so it must be working!
"You have to spit on it, OR put it in your mouth." Mark said with a hint of disappointment in his tone of voice.
Lilliana's eyes widened, stunned. He was supposed to remain quiet while she moved at her own pace!
"I know that!" She snapped back, flustered by his direction.
So what if she had rubbed her cheeks against it! She was only curious! It was only natural to get close to things you wanted to learn about, right?!
She brought her mouth closer. She hesitated, then gave it a quick kiss to the tip. Another moment of hesitation, then Lilliana gave his dick a long lick from top to bottom.
He shuddered, and she lost her grip on the saliva covered dick. Mark's dick swiftly slapped her across the face.
She was about to angrily berate him, but then she saw the look on his face. He was like a lovestruck boy. Lilliana smiled beautifully.
Here, she was in control. She flicked the tip with her finger, and giggled at how squishy it was as it bounced around.
He sighed in contentment, so she flicked it again. However, Mark seemed to get impatient, so Lilliana knew she had to move on.
What did the girls say to do? Oh yes, that's right! She reached under his balls, and gave them a gentle jiggle. He squirmed, ticklish at the sudden sensation. Lilliana could see he desperately wanted to snap his legs closed, but pride was holding him back.
"Pfft, hahaha!" Lilliana laughed gaily at this innocent appearance of his. As a follower of Morr, she was used to withholding her emotions, and treating the dead and their families with a sort of detached respect. When dealing with Mark, she kept up the facade as a means of preservation.
But who knew? Who knew he could be so cute!
"Are we done with the laughter? More movement please." Mark said in a repressed voice.
Lilloana replied by giving him another long lick across the shaft. She mimed putting the head into her mouth several times. It scrapped against her teeth, yet didn't enter once. Finally, she placed her tongue underneath the head, and let just the barest amount of his penis into her mouth.
Her heart was racing from nervous excitement. What if she accidentally bit down? What if he forced himself deeper into her? A raging swirl of hopes, desires and unbidden lust assaulted her mind.
"Hah hah hah." Mark began to pant the more Lilliana worked her tongue. She pulled away, and jerked her hand feverishly fast.
Brown met pink, and Lilliana smiled sweetly. "No. Mn. Fair." Mark said and began to buck his hips.
Once. Twice. Hot white liquid squirted out of his dick in two large globs. Caught by surprise, Lilliana had the semen splash on her face, and onto her hand.
It was in that moment of ecstacy that the pair of supernatural beings heard the loud half-dwarf trot towards their carriage.
"Don't let it stain your robes!" Mark said as he hurriedly pulled his trousers up.
Meanwhile, Lilliana sat there, still stunned by the sudden impact.
She had heard stories from the matriarch. That this was the seed of life. That it was every maidens duty to consume it. Reluctantly, Lilliana stuck a finger tip into her mouth. She stuck out her tongue at the bitter flavor.
Mark's eyes flashed. "Good idea! Quick, clean up, and I'll distract Jerrick."
"Don't look at me like that. You'll have to swallow it. He's almost here." Mark said with amusement.
Lilliana wanted to spit it out all over his shirt in protest, the big jerk!
He opened the door quickly exited to the other side, and closed it tightly behind him, leaving her to clean up.
Lilliana sat there pouting. She was all hot and wet juices were seeping down to the floorboard.
'Mark, you bully!' She would never forgive him for this!
On the other side of the door, Lilliana picked up Jerrick saying something to Mark.
"Aye, if'n you two wanted to be alone, you could've just said so! No need to stink up the place!" The half-dwarf loudly cursed before strolling away.
Lilliana could just imagine the look on that stinky man's face! Hmph, served him right!
When he came back into the carriage raring to go, Lilliana pushed him away.
"What-"
"Stinky man, take care of this!" Lilliana gripped Mark by the shoulders and forced him to his knees.
He seemed to be a quick learner, and began to lap up at her pussy.
"Ah!" Lilliana squeaked from the pleasure.
She could become addicted to this…