Stroking his hair, Alexander nestled into the dark valley of Laytalya's cleavage. His earlier worries fled like a startled rabbit before a gun shot as he felt his once tense body relaxing against those soft pillows. Well most of his tension, some of it had merely transferred to a certain part of him and was only getting worse when his companion started rubbing her thigh against the hidden tense flesh. Coughing, Alexander extracted himself from the pleasurable softness and tried to calm down, what had he just been doing? Losing his shit? Sighing to himself he looked at Laytalya and bit his lip, the pain distracting him from the fact she had unlocked part of her bodice and her girls were even more prominently on display.
Was Jansea the succubus or was this dark skinned woman? Both had this odd ability to utterly turn him into a drooling horn dog. Coughing again he awkwardly he brushed past the swordswoman to start towards Colter, the soft giggle as Laytalya followed his rather tensed gate told him she knew exactly what was wrong. Gritting his teeth he fought hard to banish the thoughts creeping into his mind but it was a drastically obvious losing battle. Every step was a painful reminder that he was in no shape to hike back to town, but should he indulge her whim? Was he the Master or was she? Yet every time he stumbled or shifted awkwardly he could hear her voice titter a bit at his plight.
After a bit he could no longer stem that pressure building in his loins, when he turned on her he was rather gobsmacked to find the woman way ahead of him. While he hadn't looked back for fear the sight of her full breasts on display in her loosened bodice would incite his lists beyond control, he was dumbfounded to see that she was casually leaning against a near by tree, wearing not a stitch of her clothing or armor! When had she stripped? How long ago? Was he being trailed by a naked woman all this time? Alexander's mind blanked as Laytalya slid lower against the tree, her full bottom lifted in a dark tempting full moon that made all logic and reason drool out if his ears.
Shortly after the throaty moans of Laytalya split the quiet rustle of the forest. The tree she clung to, shook violently as Alexander lost himself to his desires. Laytalya smiled to herself despite the painful scrapes her poor girls were getting as he thrust her between himself and the tree. Still, it took the edge off her own mind as the younger man rode her like she was a last meal before his slated execution. Her nails bit the bark of the trunk she clung to as she smirked inwardly. By the time the crystal bitch awoke this Master of hers would be all hers...
Some time later Alexander trudged out of the forest, a giggling Laytalya in his wake. His face burned with shame but not due to what you may think. Rather as he had been about to release, Laytalya's impassioned cries had attracted a bit of an audience. A trio of mercenaries had burst into the maddened tryst. While the two gents were all for a bit of voyeurism, their third was a woman of much stricter beliefs. The priestess had quickly cast a spell dumping a gallon of icy cold holy water over the pair of Alexander and Laytalya. All attempts to finish were dashed as the cold water shocked his body, even more so when the conjured holy fluid seeped beneath his glove and touched his skeletal fore arm, it took all his willpower to not scream as the sanctified water bit at his undead limb.
Needless to say, Laytalya had covered for him sending the trio, especially the fuming priestess on their way, but by that time his arousal had died as surely as the water had tried to destroy his skeletal limb. Sodden, pained and now with his companion in giggle fits over his horrendous karmic luck they were marching back to town. Still, Laytalya didn't go into complete hysterics until they walked back into the Adventurers Guild and bumped into the trio again, the priestess going so far as to lecture the green horns about the folly of giving into illicit carnal temptations out in the monster filled wilds! Putting aside the sin of fornication with ones companion there was the real risk of attracting danger, how dare he endanger this poor young woman just to be a lustful fool?
One has to keep in mind this lecture was in the front hall of a very active guild building. To say Alexander had earned himself a reputation already was an understatement. Hours later as the pair came down to eat many of the female adventurers were giving him less than complimentary looks. While a few also had sparks of interest, it was the former disdain that made Alexander seeth. He needed to establish himself as a skilled member of society, not a brat that couldn't keep it out of his companion and in his pants! Thankfully the escort mission was tomorrow, they'd spend a week playing guard for a merchant and letting this here settle down.
Alexander was looking forward to laying low, letting this whole cluster fuck blow over. The fact Laytalya came to his room each night did nothing to make matters go away, of course not turning her away was all on him. Thus it was with dirty looks at him and a cheshire grin on Laytalya they paid up their tabs and headed out to the market district to meet up with the client's caravan. For the first time Alexander really took the time to see Colter. The city was so much bigger than it had looked from his brief stay here. Truth be told, other than his missions and guild joining he'd not explored the town figuring it must be just like his old home town.
Colter proved to be vastly more.
The city itself was designed with a circular layout, at the very center stood the mage academy, Laytalya couldn't recall the name, it was a very long drawn out one much like the universities of his original life. Being a swordswoman, and a fairly inexperienced one at that, she really hadn't the interest in paying it much mind other than to know the wizards of Tress flocked to it for their magical studies and the royal high finger wiggler was the dean. The merchant district surrounded the academy in three rings. The inner ring held the herb sellers, potioneers, scholarly pursuit merchants and what not. Basically think of that well known wizard district where a scar wielding boy got all his magical junk... that was the inner ring. The mid ring was where the smithies were as they served both the mundane and the magical. Leatherworkers, armorers, weapon smiths. The larger mid ring was choked with those skilled artisans that made everything from cutlery to siege weapons, underwear to knightly plate, saddles to apparently airships. Laytalya was far more forthcoming about the mid ring, back in her home village her father was a sword smith so naturally some of it rubbed off on her.
The outer ring was the most mundane ring, here the grocers and food stalls were found. Mostly those shops that catered to the general populace took up the largest ring of the market. That was not to say there was nothing of interest there however. Being primarily designed for the more physical inclined populace meant rent was cheaper, thus alot of the lower end mystical shops and smiths also could be found in the outer ring. Still to shop for items of that nature in the outer ring meant you weren't fussy on skill of trade or quality of product. Alot of hopeful apprentices often got started in the outer ring and swiftly moved inwards when they could afford to.
Beyond the three market rings the city was divided into districts like a wagon wheel, each spoke was a road inwards with the space between being made up of housing, guild structures, warehouses or even a red light district. Laytalya gave him a sly glance when she spoke of that final district, wether it was to tempt his lewd nature or hint at a spot she could get her fix escaped him. With the caravan leaving just after mid day they had no time to explore the other districts or merchant rings.
It was none too surprising that as a green rank escort mission the caravan was packing up in the outer ring. The job was simple enough, Tress was sending a shipment to their neighbor to the south. This trek was a monthly thing as the desert did not support extensive agricultural prospects. Certain interests had holdings in both kingdoms and supported one from the other. As the cargo was mainly food and drink rather than wealth or trade goods it was deemed a rather light load mission so green ranks could get experience. Besides Alexander and Laytalya they had noted that there were a few other groups hiring on as guards. There were even a few brown and orange rank adventurers going along as passengers to do missions in the desert itself, these tag along were not responsible for the cargo or merchants.
What soured Alexander's mood was the fact the trio was one such group of passengers. The two guys were friendly enough, a pair of brothers who specialized as fighters. The older, Winston, favored a large axe and was considered the primary attacking force of the trio. Watson, his younger brother was a speed fighter, rapier and dagger were his choice of weapons. While Winston was swinging that big hunk of metal around the younger brother covered his flanks. Melissa, or so he found from the brothers since the priestess still viewed him as a damned lecherous sinner, was their friend. While they apologized for her rather... pointed views... there wasn't much they could do. While Melissa was their friend, she was also their employer. The church having contracted them to be her bodyguards for the foreseeable future. So while they also felt she was rather out of line for going off on him for simply having a toss in the woods, they were in no position to try and get her to go easier on Alexander.
At the first bell of the afternoon the caravan began is departure, the merchants were kind enough to let the hired adventurers shift between walking escorts and riding on the dozen or so wagons. Two large carriages took up the center of the line housing the passengers (or at least the ones who could afford the luxury) and the merchants. The green ranks were divided between the wagons and the side guards with most of the mystically inclined being granted the easier job first shift. To Alexander this "privledge" was not really such. These were old wood wagons, while durable, shock absorbers had not been invented. After a few miles, he was almost envying Laytalya who walked casually beside his assigned wagon. His ass was so sore from the plank seat and bouncing on every rock and dip he felt as if his tailbone was going to shatter.
Still when the first break was called Alexander found the switch a new degree of pain. While the break was only for a quick supper and it was only a few hours before they stopped for the night, Alexander found himself hobbling beside the wagon. Laytalya giggled at his plight and his dark gaze turned even darker when she used her travel blanket to cushion her full bottom. Why had he not thought of doing the same? Why hadn't she tried to advise him? He stared at his dark skinned companion half dozing on the wagon and grit his teeth, there would be a reckoning come night stop, oh yes there would be!
Still that was a couple of hours away thus he could only hobble along, wincing at every stride that made it feel like his pelvis was twisting out of alignment. The sole thought keeping him moving was that full ebony moon he fully intended to spank once things settled down...