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An Alchemist's Concoction (how_is_you//Alanna)

how_is_you

Devil with a Heart of Iron
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Apr 5, 2014
Dralos walked down the cobble road of this country, his sword strapped to his hip and his bow slung around his back. His other hip held the quiver of arrows, and to everyone's utter lack of disbelief, he wore leather armor. Guess what this 'Chosen One' is yet? He was a hunter from the eastern province before moving to the northern one, and these skills translated well to the whole 'savior' occupation, it turned out. So, Dralos is, indeed, the one who is needed to save this realm from an unspeakable evil.

Problem is, his life is about to be turned on its head.

You see, Dralos has a villian, a rival, as do all good heroes. This alchemist is the one trying to kill all of humanity and rebuild it in his own image. The elven archer disagrees for obvious reasons, and the two clash, the hunter prevailing most of the time. This angers the alchemist, and said villian designs a potion that would arouse any women who ingested or even came into contact with it, even when diluted with water. This, he could use, and he poured the potion into the waterfalls and main waterways of the towns and roads. Dralos sighed and carried on, unaware that he would be slowed by a feeling he had yet to feel before: lust.
 
Pan out. Take in the larger picture of the wilderness, the cobbled road running through it like a serpent of ridged stone. Follow it ahead of our hero's footsteps, through the copse of trees up ahead to where it joined a second serpent of blue. A river, with an ancient stone bridge across it. And on the other side, the market town of Waymeet. Sitting at the only real crossroads for leagues around, Waymeet has long been a prosperous town and today is it's market day when the caravans roll up and the farmers come in from the fields.

Of course today would be different.

Aware of Dralos' progress, the alchemist had sent one of his minions to join a caravan. He had spilled two jars of the potion upriver of the town, and even now was surreptitiously pouring the last into the town well. The potion took a short time to take effect, but as he quickly made his escape bucket after bucket of water was being drawn up to fill the pitchers for lunch.

Waymeet would soon be in desperate need.

Or at least the distaff would be.
 
Dralos soon arrived at the town of Waymeet, smiling in happiness as he did so. A caravan passed him by, heading out from where he just came. He waved to the driver, and strangely received no such courtesy back. Usually the caravan drivers were happy and cheerful folk. He chalked it up to a long day on the job and wandered right into town, not noting anything amiss. Strangely, there were no attacks on him today from the alchemist. Maybe he had taken the day off to concoct a better plan or something? Dralos didn't know, but he wandered into the local in, hoping to find sustenance and rest.
 
Sustenance there certainly was; a whole roast pig still cooking over the fire though no one turned the spit. There were plates of seared vegetables on the bar as well, but while open the place was definitely not in business. There was the barkeep over there with his distinctive apron, and the girl kneeling between his legs was definitely not his wife.

She was bent over the table across the room, while a merchant and a sellsword took their pleasure with her and the loudly moaning woman on the centre table lay on a silken gown that surely cost as much as the inn itself. A highborn lady, refined and certainly not the sort of female one would expect to service the farmers who stood around her, a look of confused delight plain on their faces.

As Dralos stood in the doorway he somehow managed to avoid anyone's attention so far. All over the room were women of all ages and class being debauched, and if the thought of rape came to mind he had only to see how eagerly others were riding their partners to completion to know that there was something entirely other going on. Something unnatural.

But what? And how was the Chosen One to deal with it?
 
The elf gazed in some sort of strange wonder at all of the things that were happening to so many women. he knew most of these people, done favors for them, and they were allowing themselves to be treated like whores in a harem. this sort of display made Dralos wonder what happened to a harem that was under this spell...he reluctantly got hard at that thought, sex always doing that to a man. The problem was, whatever was causing it surely affected women, probably by heightening there sensitivity to male testosterone or something. This meant, that surely, any second now, he would get an offer he wasn't sure he could refuse..."
 
"Dralos!" The voice came from behind him, and he recognised the young widow from the house at the end of the village. The first time he'd visited Waymeet the redheaded girl had only just married her sweetheart. She had seemed attracted to him and enthralled by his tales of faraway lands and he'd silently cursed his luck. The second and last time he came this way he had avenged her husband's death and though the thought had crossed his mind he had recognised her grief and given her space to mourn.

"You haven't been by in a year - wherever have you been, hero?" Stepping close in against him, Sarah dipped her eyes demurely and slid her arms around his waist. He could feel the warm outline of her body, her hand... stroking gently at his thigh? "You have done so much for this town, for me personally. I think it's time I thanked you properly, on behalf of all Waymeet. Don't you?" Her smoky eyes were now locked on his as she stretched up to kiss him.
 
Dralos recognized the voice immediately, he never forgot. What he feared was what would come to him next. Out of politeness, though, he turned with a smile on his face, only to have his body pressed up against hers. She was coming onto him like she was meat to be used, and he just couldn't do that to a woman who had just been through mourning. "Hi, Sarah...I've been saving the world in my absence, you know how it is..." At her offer to repay him, he swallowed but gently pried the two of them apart. "I'm sorry, I think I'll pass on that..."
 
Looking distressed, she kept trying to kiss him or stroke him but he managed to keep her off his body without having to be too ungentlemanly about his manhandling. She looked hurt, but even that was laid over by the flush in her cheeks and the flame in her eyes.

"'ere, Captain, I'll take her if you won't." One of the local soaks - more used to holding up the bar than wooing ladies - wandered over from the group around the highborn woman, not bothering to re-don his pants. He took the girl by the arm to lead her away, and though she looked back over her shoulder at Dralos with a yearning expression she seemed to go willingly enough. What was going on around here?

Was it some kind of fertility festival they hadn't told him about before?
 
Dralos wouldn't doubt the fact that there may be some strange new festival tat had formed in his absence. But he definitely would not let this poor excuse for a man take her away. He followed them, and gently tugged the widow back from the sailor's arm. "On second thought...I'd be better off seeing to her issues than you, 'Captain.'" He Looked at Sarah before listening, trying to find a more quiet place. "Sarah, are any rooms free?"
 
The drunk had had his eye on Sarah for some time and started to protest, but eyeing the toned and heavily armed elf seemed to think the better of it. He returned to the table, feeding himself summarily into the debutante's mouth.

Sarah looked a bit confused but overjoyed as she clung to Dralos' arm, looking around the room and nodding. "I think so. The Lady Delphine is down here, which means her room ought to be free and the door never locks properly unless you bolt it." She led the way upstairs, keeping one hand on him as though he would vanish if she let go for long enough. Coming to the door she gestured to it. "Just take the handle and lift at the same time as you push it in." Dralos remembered slaying an evil dark elf in this room the first time he came, that had been impersonating a cousin of the Mayor. When she described it, he remembered the trick to the door.

She stretched up to kiss him again, more urgently this time.
 
Dralos nodded and rushed to the door, reaching the room and knowing immediately of the 'trick'. He opened the door and, thankfully, found no one already using it. If he were to do this, he would show Sarah the dignity a woman deserved while doing so. The kiss was a surprise, but unlike last time, it was returned, and the elf shut the door and bolted it, making sure no one interrupted them whilst in the middle of their lustful act. His hands went to her waist, pulling her close enough for her to rub against the bulge of his member in his armor, which just so happened to be eight or so inches long, a fact which not too many people knew.
 
Certainly not with how chaste the elf usually was in his travels about the land. With his fame and valor he surely could have had lovers in most of the towns on his road, if that was his wish; something most men could only dream of... until today.

Stepping in, Sarah brought her womanly curves close against him; he could feel the press of her breasts even through the leather. She kissed him hungrily, eagerly, one hand stealing down to rub at his bulge while the other blindly fumbled at the buckles on his tunic.
 
Dralos felt her move so fast and had to pull away again, but only from the kiss and not from her body. "Slow down a bit? I know that you're eager, but if I do this, I want to enjoy every inch of your body..." He grinned and ran his hands up her sides to the sides of her chest, knowing that her mind would naturally progress from there.
 
how_is_you said:
Dralos felt her move so fast and had to pull away again, but only from the kiss and not from her body. "Slow down a bit? I know that you're eager, but if I do this, I want to enjoy every inch of your body..." He grinned and ran his hands up her sides to the sides of her chest, knowing that her mind would naturally progress from there.

Sarah relaxed slowly, her smile lighting up her face as she consciously paced herself. He wasn't about to run away. This didn't have to be a frantic coupling, a desperate attempt to quench the fires inside. This was a loving Dralos, and he would take care of her.

She stopped clinging quite so tightly to him and moved her hands in slow, rhythmic motions. Enjoying the feel of his hands exploring the sides of her breasts as she pulled off his armour and began to caress his body in turn through the shirt beneath. Stretching up, she brushed kisses down his jaw to his throat, keeping her dignity and resisting the urge to go faster... more...
 
Dralos smiled to himself and enjoyed her kisses, her caresses...he knew that she wouldn't rush it, at least for a little bit, and that was good for him. The kisses felt rather nice, actually, one landing on a recent scar that seemed to get better immediately. He licked his lips and slid his hands between them, gently feeling up her breasts to please her just as much as she was pleasing him.
 
"Ooohhh..." the young woman moaned softly. It had been almost two years since she'd been with a man, and her husband had never been as tender as this elf. She reached back to release the catch on her dress, letting it slip down her body and pool about her ankles. Bared, she stepped back in to him and took his head in between her hands, pulling him down for another kiss. "Dralos... your hands, they feel so good. It's been so long..."
 
Dralos heard her words of want, her words of need, and was almost driven to take her like the whore she was presenting herself to be. He knew better than to do that, though, and he eyed her nude body with renewed interest, never seeing her naked and bare before him before. His fingers tweaked and pinched her nipples, his kissing becoming hard and hot. He may just ravage her like she so desperately wanted after all.
 
Sarah gasped softly, feeling his touch teasing her nipples into rigid little peaks. His kisses grew ever hungrier, and she met them in kind as her fingers kneaded and played across his back. She heard a cry of passion echo up the stairs and smiled into his mouth while her tongue entwined with his, knowing no reason to be self-conscious. Just overjoyed to have this wonderful heroic man here, with her, now.

Her fingers closed on the fabric, and she broke the kiss just long enough to tug his tunic over his head before leaning back in to press her stiff peaks against his muscled chest. She wanted him, that much was clear; but she wanted to please him and for him to please her more than the simple act of sex. No, she needed it.
 
Dralos let her take said tunic off, not protesting as their bodies were pressed together. Sarah really was acting like an animal in heat, willing to fuck someone she had been redeemed by...though, the widow could just as easily have been like this and the hero just didn't notice it. He shook himself out of that issue and decided to enjoy his time here, kissing her after the tunic came off, and moving his hands down to her ass, kneading it and pulling the cheeks apart.
 
"Mmmmnnnn," she moaned, clearly enjoying his hands spreading her cheeks. Her skin felt so warm to the touch, and from the way she ran her fingers down his chest and then dipped into his leggings she was keen to reciprocate. She tugged impatiently at the tie, finally getting it off and drawing his pants down as she dropped into a crouch until he was every bit as naked as she. Looking up at him with a direct stare, she reached out and took his member in her hand, weighed it and then began to give him a slow stroke as he continued to harden before her eyes. "You really are a hero," she murmured appreciatively.
 
Dralos saw her be so needy for her need to please him as well, and liked that sort of superiority it brought. Maybe he was dominant at heart and just never knew it? Whatever the case, he moaned as she stroked the shaft of his member, feeling the head of it twitch in appreciation for the attention. His hands didn't know what to do, and ended up just lazily falling to his sides, his eyes watching her do her work. "Glad that you...like it, Sarah."
 
Sarah smiled up at him, her brown eyes kindling as she turned her attention to his shaft. She sped her pace a bit, getting a bit of a rhythm going and wrapped her mouth around the end to suck on his head as hard as she could. It was clear that she'd expected some kind of response from the elf, and when he didn't react immediately she started trying to move him deeper into her mouth, to the very entrance of her throat.
 
Dralos saw her eagerness for whatever response he gave, and it seemed Sarah wasn't satisfied with the verbal one. So, in a moment of decision, he placed a hand on the back of her head, gripping her hair as the pleasure rushed through his body and he moaned. His cock went deeper, deeper, and he had to lick his lips. "I might get a bit rough..."
 
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