Is the tomb still there? Or disappeared in thin air. In the game, it should have gone and this is a game, right?
I sighed looking over to Dara the son of a shopkeeper and father of Jamia. The crowd gathered around him as he told the tale of Death Claw and the deadly battle between us, boys around my age mostly frowned upon hearing the impossible feats, and girls looked amazed and curious as they kept glancing at me from time to time And if they happen to find me looking at them, they made sure they looked great.
I offered them a polite smile and then looked away. Damn, they all are looking at me. I examined the tavern to distract myself and there I saw Jamia with her husband smiling and chatting with a local blacksmith.
She noticed me looking at her and smiled at me. I took a long sip. She was a fine girl but now she is someone else's woman.
They got married a year ago, and are now expecting a child. That dude didn't waste any time...
I shook my head. I need to get these thoughts out of my head. I rejected her and there was nothing between us, we just kissed. She was not my ex but she got married like them while I stayed single, in that world as well as in this as well.
And speaking about marriage, Amalia was also a married woman. She was married when she visited Stormfront but forgot to tell me.
"..."
The puking hell!
This is depressing man. Maybe this ale is going into my head, I need to get over it.
I began scanning the women, and most of them gave me occasional glances. Now it's my time to see if anyone is worth looking for...
There was a particular girl with a full chest and tied black hair. She was among the crowd serving drinks to everyone, the third daughter of an innkeeper.
What's her name? It's something like Astroid or something.
Wait what? Astroid? Dude. I am no longer sober, no. I pushed the mug to the side and made my way, greeting people along the way. The boys watched me as well as the girls. A few girls even introduced themselves but my eyes were set on that one.
She also glanced at me, with wide eyes as if knew that I was coming to talk to her. She grabbed the empty drinks and hurriedly went to the counter where her father was...
-_-
Was I rejected?
She smiled at me and then went to fill the other mugs from the ale container over the corner.
I was about to head there to talk to her but I saw Gramps lying on the table, already joining the dream world.
How much did he drink? I bet at least five or six. I had to admit he was a heavy drinker. I rolled my eyes and made my way to him.
"Excuse sir, you can't sleep here," I said taking hold of him, "Side, please. We need to go"
I took him upstairs to his room. It was pretty quiet here. I locked the door behind me and headed to the next room with fumbling steps. I guess it's time to call it a day.
I sat on the bed, taking deep breaths. It was a tiring day, a bloody day.
I heard a knock on the door and when I opened it, I saw the same full-chest girl. She wore a thick but usual brown dress as well as a black apron. Even after wearing all that I could vaguely assume the size of her melons. They were huge.
"What?" I asked. Not wanting to move my gaze away from her chest.
She hesitated, putting a mug of ale between us. "I-I brought you this like... Y-y for you"
"I did not order this," I said getting confused by her arrival.
She hesitated again looking at the stairs, I stepped out and followed her gaze. There was no one.
"I lied to my brother that you wanted this, please have it" She blurted out fastly.
"Why? I can't drink more than one tho. I will go nuts if I do that" I smiled after hearing her giggle. She said nothing just matched my gaze, and kept holding the mug in her hands.
I blinked hard, she looked lovely with big brown eyes. I slowly took the mug from her hand. She brought me this, and declining would be impolite so I took it.
"Thanks! Miss?"
"Astrid" she replied softly. All I saw was her pink lips move.
I drank the mug with one fell swoop. It was not that hard to swallow it but what I feared was the aftermath. I hoped I would not start puking in front of her. I don't wanna embarrass myself.
She grabbed my hand, carefully helping me to stand.
Man, I am drunk af.
"Thanks for killing the Death Claw, you saved us" She gossiped taking the mug from my hand. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Yeah! I mean no... I am fine" I said. She peeked back at the stairs but did not move.
Was she waiting for someone? Her brother, ah what's his name Miru...
"I wanted to tell you something," She sounded, slowly. "I-i like you" Her face flustered pink, gaze lowered.
"Wow same here, I also like me" I chuckled leaning on the door frame. I am fucking awesome. I am deathless, nobody can kill me. They can but I mean like... I will not die.
She giggled at my answer. God, she is beautiful.
I shifted ahead lowering my head narrowly to get close to her face. She stood and froze, her eyes on me.
"Can I kiss you?" I asked. She nodded her head shyly.
I pinned her to the front wooden wall in the lobby. Seizing her hungrily, she matched me with the same intensity. Our lips crashed against each other restless as her hands went to hold my shoulders. The poor wooden mug fell from her hands.
I unhurriedly brushed my right hand to her melons, I felt the fabric of her clothes, detailed. I went further pressing my palm as it sunk deep into her chest, they were supple and large and too soft. The more I massaged them the more I felt the desire to rid them from their imprisonment.
The moan escaped from her lips, as my both hands became a little rough, exploring her all over. Her large melons, her plump backside, and her slender waist. I want to feel everything, I want to get rid of her clothes...
She pushed me away as she heard her brothers call from down the stairs. He was ascending stairs. I watched her talk to him near the entrance of the stairs. She nodded her head obediently and then offered me a cute smile before following him downstairs.
That bastard came at the wrong time. I chuckled imagining what would have happened if he had not come looking for her.
"Astrid!" I took a mental note so I would not forget her name again.
It's time to hit the bed.
I fell asleep. A peaceful and beautiful sleep.
The next day I woke up late and took a bath in a wooden tube that was filled with hot water, and had oils and soap. Yep soap, here we also had soap and mirrors and many more things that resonated with the real world, after all this world was made with the imaginations of game developers. It was not like a total medieval age. Gross in many aspects. We even used a kind of powder to wash our clothes.
After living here for almost two years I found many amazing things and facts about this wonderful world. It was vast and had many hidden aspects.