Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

Good to know he was doing a good job. Loving to hear Varena curse out like that. Hell he loved hearing her say anything in this context. The way she moaned it out, the way she practically demanded to be serviced in every sexual manner. There was amazing chemistry here, and it only took two supernatural creatures to make it. Though if Varena was completely supernatural would be up for debate. But that wasn't the topic of discussion. Oh no, Ulrich had other oral debates to make at this moment.

He would groan into her pussy, his hands still rubbing at her flesh. Making sure to run his upper lip over her clit again and again, he could help but move up so he could suck on the little nub. Wanting to give her a sudden jolt of suction before pulling back to lick at her slit again. Every time she moaned, every time she tossed a little he would start to push his tongue deeper inside of her. To explore the very reaches his dick had been in moments before. But there was something else that was definitely fueling him.

The taste of her sexual juices, like fuel to the fire. The man's cock starting to throb, even get harder if that was possible. Each time he tasted a bit of her he found himself longing for more, longing to pleasure her just so he could have more. Truly intoxicating and on a level that was far beyond what her saliva had done to him. It was almost sweet, scratch that it was sweet. In a contrast with his own cum. He might be fooled to stay down here longer then he intended at this rate.

Varena was still mostly human, how much was hard to tell, but there was more mortal blood in her veins than supernatural. There was enough there though to make her far more interesting than any truly mortal woman, her body was stronger, her beauty more eye-catching, her fire burned brighter. And of course when aroused, her succubus side came out even stronger, her saliva and her juices almost intoxicating. Heaven forbid he ever got a taste of her blood, the juices pouring from her slit were practically honey. And down there, even her smell would be intoxicating, pheromones flooding his senses.

Ulrich's groan vibrated her pussy, making moan in response, his hands felt amazing against her skin, everything was flushed, sensitive, practically screaming in ecstasy every time his hands or lips or tongue touched any part of her. Her hands came down to run through his hair, her fingers pushing against the back of his head, pressing his mouth into her pussy, groaning as she ground herself against his tongue. “Ahhhh... Ulrich...” she moaned out his name like a prayer, her body writhing and her head tossing. Varena looked down at him though, her pussy throbbing with need, demanding more than his tongue, gripping his hair with her fingers and tilting his head back a little, looking him in the eye in a subconscious knowledge that she needed eye contact. “Fuck me,” her voice was practically a snarl, demanding he give her what she wanted.

“That's right... Enjoy every second of this.” Ulrich thought, if he wasn't busy eating her out he would be smirking. This could be torture as well as pleasure and Ulrich was planning to show her both sides of this little sexual adventure. Our she could derive pleasure from both the soft and the rough side of things. However his concentration was interrupted when she grabbed his hair and pretty much yanked his head back, if only just a little. But that strength of hers definitely played into it.

If the man knew any better he wouldn't make eye contact. Which would truly be a crime when sleeping with such a creature, but that was just another ploy that succubi had. Even though their more powerful magics worked from eye sight, if one was just irresistible how could anyone look away? Ulrich would have the impulse to fuck her now, grinning as he nodded his head. “But of course my valkyire.” He would say, moving back up to be on top of her again. His hand on his cock, already bringing it down to her entrance so he could enter her again.

At this rate things might be heading towards dangerous. Even being a vampire, Ulrich would have his eventual limits. Varena showed no signs of letting up, no signs of fatigue even after such orgasms. In all respects a succubi rather thrived after such encounters. Desiring more until their thirst was quenched. So if the thirst could never be quenched would the hunger remain? From an intellect point of view Ulrich was fascinated to learn the answer... And from a male point of view he was excited to see how many times Varena could go through such rough sexual advances. There would be no way that Ulrich would succumb first after all...

Ulrich thrusted into Varena with some much needed vigor, coming down to kiss her so she could taste the mixture of their sexual juices as well. Her pussy was wet enough to take him fully, and even as this started their third round Ulrich was surprised to find her tunnel as tight as when they started. That hot and strong embrace encircling his cock each time he plowed it into her. Feeling complete now only when he was inside of her. When she was moaning her appreciations for his cock.

Varena would tire long before a real succubus would, but she did indeed thrive off the energy created by their couple, from both his release and her own. So she was far from feeling exhausted or fatigued, she was ready and raring to keep going, her pussy sopping wet from her orgasm and his oral attention. So his cock was enveloped in a warm, wet tunnel as Ulrich lined up his cock with her entrance and thrust into her, making the woman moan. Her mouth meshed to his eagerly, tasting herself on his tongue and lips, with an aftertaste of his own juices as well. Varena's lips parted to take his tongue into her mouth, suckling on it lewdly.

Her hands buried themselves into Ulrich's hair gripping it tightly and tugging gently while her legs wrapped around his waist, hips rolling into his as he fucked her. The fire was starting to burn low now, an occasional pop or crackle followed by a soft hiss as some of the wood would break and fall into the embers. Varena had no idea how long they'd been going at this, it felt like an eternity though. At at the moment, she wasn't sure that anything had actually existed before she'd finally gotten him inside of her, Ulrich consumed her mind so completely.

Varena tore her mouth away from his finally, gasping for breath and then casting a glance over to the stair case before looking back to the man going hard between her legs, his thick cock filling her over and over. “The bedroom,” she gasped, “Let's go... upstairs.” The couch limited them too much, she wanted to play around with him, take advantage of this as much as she could. Varena now had no idea when she would be leaving again, but she knew that when she did, it was very likely she wouldn't be seeing Ulrich again, and there was no telling how long it would be until she got some one even close to his caliber in bed again.

“Upstairs?” Ulrich asked, how did upstairs have anything to do with the two of them fucking? Be it a moment of stupidity or focused concentration, the man would of laughed at himself if he wasn't balls deep inside of a ravishing woman. “Oh good idea.” He quickly said, smiling as he looked at the stairs as well. But that didn't stop his hips from moving. Call it a gift, Ulrich was quite the multitasker after all.

The man would slowly come to a stop, kissing Varena one more time before pulling back. Making the process of his cock pulling away from her as slow as possible. The head of his member springing up from her folds once he pulled back far enough. He stood there like a god, naked, fully erect. The fire still forcing a glisten to his skin. His eyes were heavy with lust and need, still looking to Varena as the very object of such desires.

Varena would soon find herself being picked up. Ulrich scooping her up into his arms before he started to make his way around the couch. What better way to get her upstairs then carrying her? One arm behind her knees, the other to her back. She was close enough to be praised with kisses, and as Ulrich walked he would begin to kiss her again. Soft pecks though, having to look where he was going every few seconds. Up the stairs they went, going right to the master bedroom.

He wasted no time in depositing Varena upon the bed, a devilish grin on his face as he stood beside it. “It seemed it was only fate that we would end up here together my sweet.” Ulrich added, albeit a little cheesily. But he couldn't help himself, and not only with his comments. He couldn't help himself with his actions either. Quick to come upon Varena again, kissing her lips, sucking her tongue into his mouth while a hand came up to grope her breast once more.

Varena smirked a little when he seemed to figure out what she was asking of him, never once faltered in his rhythm as he fucked her. When he pulled out of her, slowly, making the woman groan as his cockhead rubbed along the sensitive walls of her pussy, her tunnel flexing and rippling around his shaft as he did. When Ulrich finally stood, she looked up at him, her eyes running over his body, covered in a light sheen of sweat and his cock engorged and glistening with their juices. Varena admired him as much as he admired her, the object of her desire, the focal point of her lust.

She only looked away when Ulrich suddenly bent down and scooped her up in his arms, making her laugh softly and grin at him, her arms going around his neck. The woman returned every kiss he gave her, her hands running over his neck and shoulders affectionately. When they finally reached his bedroom, she was quickly deposited on the bed, Varena stretching out on it languidly and smiling at her host, now her lover for the moment. Her brows arched at his rather cheesy comment, chuckling softly and opening her mouth to tell him how silly he sounded. But Ulrich kissed her before she could, distracting her.

Varena's back arched to press herself into his hands as he groped at her breasts, moaning into his mouth. Her hands grabbed him, pulling him down and over, rolling with him to end up on top of him, still leaning down to kiss him hungrily. Her pussy pressed down against his turgid cock, rubbing over him fervently, making moan even more. Varena sat up after a moment though, straddling his lap, hips rolling on top of his to grind against his shaft. “Do you want your cock in my pussy or my mouth?” She asked him with a sly grin, her cunt throbbing against him.

Rolling about his bed Ulrich could think of nothing he would rather be doing. What was he going to do with her after this moment? She was too special to just kill, no matter how delicious or unique her blood actually was. But the chances of the two crossing paths again after this were rather slim. He could always orchestrate some monster attack and wait he supposed. But just he thought of having to wait for Varena was as rejectable as suicide at this point.

Now laying on the bed Ulrich looked up to the woman who had now taken the lead on their fun. A rather enticing and promising event to say the least. Thoughts of how she would ride him after her oh so skillful moments beneath him started to play out in his head. And then how she would try to take his member into her mouth came rushing in and the man was at a loss of what to choose. Looking to her for a few moments, just returning her grin as his hands rested on her hips.

“Both?” Ulrich asked, laughing softly as he caressed her hips. “But let's start with the mouth. I've treated myself to your pussy more then I have to your perfect lips. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't explore every inch of your glory.” Ulrich said, eyes locked on her own before he started to sit up. It had been too long since the tow had kissed and he needed another. To taste her saliva once more, to feel her tongue again. His new favorite addiction.

Varena couldn't think of anywhere she'd rather be than rolling around in bed with him, letting out years of pent up sexual frustration. She smirked as Ulrich seemed to consider his options for a moment, her hips still grinding against him, before he finally made a decision. The woman chuckled at him softly again, grinning as her hands slid up his stomach and chest, groaning softly at the feel of him. When he leaned up to kiss her, Varena pressed her mouth to his hungrily, her tongue sliding between his lips to thrust into his mouth, rubbing her cunt against his dick vigorously, moaning softly as his shaft rubbed against her clit.

Her hands ran up his chest to his shoulders, gripping them before she pushed Ulrich back down onto the bed, still kissing him before her mouth dropped to his neck. She sucked and nipped at his skin, her hands rubbing against his chest again, palms brushing over his nipples lightly before they left his body to take her weight on the bed. Varena continued to kiss down his neck to his chest, venturing down over his pale skin to his stomach, nipping at him occasionally. When she finally reached his cock she wrapped a hand around the thick base, holding it upright as she sucked the head into her mouth, suckling on him eagerly, keeping her eyes on Ulrich's face.

Varena let him slip from her mouth after a moment though, leaning down to drag her tongue up the sensitive underside before taking him back into her mouth to swirl her tongue around the swollen crown. He still tasted like the both of them, reminding her of their kiss just after he'd gone down on her. Again though she only lingered for a moment, letting him go to lean down again, but this time her tongue slid over his balls, her hand stroking his shaft.

There was nothing like the feeling of a woman grinding her pussy against your cock. The heat and wetness of her lips as she stimulated up and down the underside of his cock. Ulrich was in heaven, no whatever was further then the heavens. Her lips were sweet, her saliva sweeter. The vigor she put into kissing him back, to pushing him back down. Such a desire and need that was being returned to him. Not many women had this, especially after fucking for so long. Yet here Varena was ready to service him for a change.

His hands would start to slide up her body as she moved down his. In a similar fashion as himself the woman was kissing his body as she made her way down. His nipples were as hard as hers in this almost constant state of arousal they were sharing tonight. Ulrich letting out a soft groan as she got further and further down until she came to the goal. His cock, which of produced another groan when she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock before sucking on just the head of him.

They exchanged heated glances at one another, Ulrich slowly propping himself up on his elbows as his eyes feasted on the show that was now going on between his legs. This was definitely the tease of his little show. Sucking and licking at just the head of his member, her hand keeping his attention as it worked up and down. She was even so gracious as to lick his balls, which like many men produced a groan from him.

“Ohhh Varena. Your teasing is such torture that I can't help but love. Please give me more.” He said, almost begged as their roles had reversed. In many ways they truly had, it wasn't like he was on top of her thrusting his cock into her mouth. She had changed the mood and position to where Ulrich was meant to enjoy, meant to sit back and let her be in control. She kept impressing him with each passing moment. “Ahh gods that feels so good..” Ulrich praised, exhaling softly as he continued to watch. To look right back toVarena as she looked up to him. Something so sexy about a woman that looked at you while she blew you. Ulrich could never place the reason, but definitely was happy to enjoy it none the less.

Varena looked him in the eye, her own gaze full of teasing mischief and lust, smirking as she licked at his balls then back up his shaft, taking him back into her mouth, but this time not toying with his head. She took almost half of him, having to break eye contact now as she worked her way down his shaft. His cock was hard in her mouth, and she had to marvel a little that flesh could become so hard. Remembering how he felt inside her, Varena gave a soft groan around his thick shaft, bobbing her head over his cock.

Ulrich's praise made her smile around his girth, giving him what he asked for as she stroked his shaft with her lips and tongue, her hand leaving the base to massage his balls. She looked at him when she could, not shy or shameful about what she was doing at all. Most of her life, Varena had been raised like most young women, to be modest and reserved with her body. Her grandfather had not been as condescending towards women as some, but he had still been old-fashioned. Ironically though, it had been her mother who had been far more insistent about Varena being, well, a prude, some misguided attempt to make sure her daughter didn't make the same 'mistake' she did.

Obviously, it hadn't taken. Well, she hadn't ended up pregnant, but Varena was far from a prude. The last few years she had been reserved not because she saw sex as wrong, but because she'd learned she had a weakness for it. She couldn't resist Ulrich though, she'd tried, but now here was in his bed sucking his cock after he'd fucked her long and hard. And they still weren't done. She'd worked most of his cock into her mouth, the swollen head pressing against the entrance to her throat, before she pulled back, took a breath, and pressed back down, working her mouth a little to take him into her throat finally, the muscles squeezing him tightly as she suppressed a gag.

Ulrich was beginning to make as much noise as Varena had when he had been plowing into her. Not to such an extent of course, but he definitely wasn't afraid to moan softly at what Varena was doing. The way she started to take his cock into her mouth, or when she groaned and only served to vibrate around his member. There was nothing wrong with expressing such enjoyment, Ulrich never understanding how people could go through the joys of sex and be silent.

Inch by inch Varena would push herself, it not taking long at all before she made the attempt to go all the way. Taking Ulrich's girth to the root. The man unable to just sit there. “Ahhh Gods yes, that's the ticket!” Ulrich groaned, hands gripping the bed sheets a little once the head of his cock passed into her throat. What a gift indeed, many women unable to push themselves to this limit.

Ulrich fought the urge to thrust, hands gripping tighter at the bed sheets before letting go as Varena would move back up. “I'm at a loss my dear. I want to hear you scream again as my cock ravages your hot little pussy. But at the same time I can't help but crave more of your skillful oral advances.” Ulrich said with a smirk, doing nothing of course to stop her. And of course she was playing with his balls still, causing his cock to pulse from time to time.

Varena was left panting a little as she backed off of his cock, not having been able to breathe while she'd had him in her throat. She kept him in her mouth though, suckling on his cockhead while she caught her breath, her fingers still working the fleshy orbs below his shaft gently. She smirked at Ulrich as he simultaneously praised her and expressed his dilemma of not being able to decide if he'd rather fuck her or have her keep sucking his cock. She let the swollen crown slip from between her lips, stroking him with her hand instead, “Well then I'll just have to decide for you.”

She licked up a drop of precum that had collected in his slit and sat up, letting him go as she obviously decided she'd rather have him in her cunt again now. The woman moved back to straddle Ulrich's lap again, rubbing herself against him with a soft sigh, her hands on him to help keep her balance. One was gripping his side lightly, the other splayed over his toned stomach. Varena looked down at him, her head cocked to the side slightly, making her long dark hair fall over her right shoulder and spill down her front, long enough to cover her breast. She was, without a doubt, a sight any man with a taste for the opposite could appreciate.

The hand on his stomach slid down between them, Varena sitting up a little to take his cock in her hand, guiding it to her tight, wet entrance, pressing him into her. His cock slipped into her easily, by this point their bodies were well acquainted, and she let herself slide down his shaft with a groan. Once he was buried in her again, she let out a sigh, her hands sliding up Ulrich's body to his chest then back down, her touch affectionate and appreciating as she simply sat with her pussy filled with him. “Back where you belong,” she smirked down at him before rolling her hips, letting out a moan as his cock ground against her walls. Varena moved again, and again, finding a rhythm quickly and easily, simultaneously lifting herself and rolling her hips, riding him hard in no time, his cock forcing moans and sighs out of her every time it pushed into her.

“Will you now?” Ulrich asked, smirking madly as he watched the woman. Quite enjoying her advances towards him. But were there really any more advances after one had the other's sexual organ in their face? It wasn't like they could go to the next step of sex, they were at it! The man watching with anticipation to see what she was “choosing” for him.

Both choices had their pros and cons to them, and as Varena started to sit up the choice of sex had won over the other. And not just any sex, sex with Varena on top. That was definitely going to be a treat. Ulrich laying back down against the bed since he didn't have to look down anymore to feast upon Varena's beauty. The way she sighed when she rubbed herself against him made Ulrich smile, being the physical form of her pleasure was nothing more then fulfillment in his life. This was starting to become more enjoyable then drinking blood! And that was saying something.

It was like a piece of him was missing, only put back into place once Varena slid his cock back inside of her. Her sighs accompanied by his own as his hands went up her legs. As she caressed his stomach and chest his hands would move up her body, finger tips softly gripping at her flesh as they went up to her breasts and back down, at the hips moving around to grope both of her ass cheeks. Ulrich smirked right back at her when she said where his cock belonged. Having to agree of course as he laid there. However she wasn't playing fair in this little moment of appreciation, rolling her hips made the man bite down on his lower lip, stifling a moan that Varena returned only without the stifle. In fact she was very adamant to pick up where they left off. Her hips rolling, bouncing. In no time at all she was riding him with similar vigor as to when he was fucking her. Which would make Ulrich groan in many different ways.

“Fuck me...” Ulrich groaned, head actually tilting back to break eye contact as he laid there. His hands were at her hips, almost just holding on as she rode him. When he was able to lean his head back forwards his hands would push up to her breasts, grabbing hold of them and gropping them with almost as much ferocity as Varena was putting into riding him. His hips even starting to thrust up to make their union that much more.

Varena never lost eye contact with him, her blue eyes practically boring into his as she rode his cock with a hunger fervor. She was still very much away of the journey of his hands over her body though, up her thighs and body to her breasts, back down and around to her ass, then her hips. She enjoyed making him groan each time her hips pressed into his, burying his cock in her completely. Varena didn't want to sound sentimental at all, but she couldn't recall feeling so complete as when she had his cock in her, like she'd had a hole in her that needed to be filled, both literally and figuratively. Ulrich was happy to oblige it seemed, and she didn't know if it was him so much as the act they were sharing that had her feeling so content. Either way though, she couldn't remember the last time she had been so focused outside of battle, but this was without a doubt far more pleasant.

The woman finally lost Ulrich's gaze as he leaned his head back and groaned, telling her to fuck him, smirking at him as she panted. Her back arched slightly to press into his hands as he groped her breasts, feeling his hips starting to thrust up into her. Varena responded eagerly, picking up her pace a bit, the bed under them creaking softly as she rode him harder and faster, letting out sharp moans every time he sank into her, the addition of his own efforts pushing his cock head up into her cervix again, getting even more spirited reactions out of the Huntress. Her hands gripped him tightly, one on his side and the other on his chest, using him to keep her balance so she could concentrate on bouncing and rocking on his cock.

Varena's pussy squeezed and stroked him each time, convulsing a little each time he struck against her barrier, her skin taking on that sheen of sweat again, making strands of dark hair stuck to her flushed face. One of her hands left his body to grip one of his wrists, pulling his hand down between her legs to press his fingers against her clit. She was worked up and sensitive enough that even just that made her moan sharply and a shiver ran up her spine, making her cunt tighten around his cock.

Truly Ulirch couldn't of wished for a better night. Varena such a furious lover as she was a fighter. To think they could have been doing this from day one. Though it probably wouldn't of been so heated as it had gotten. Ulrich impressed to say the least at how Varena was guiding him to how he could please her, almost demanding with how she brought his hand down to her clit as she rode him. And before long a well over due orgasm would come from Ulrich, his hand quickly rubbing and pressing at her clit as his cock just started to erupt. Throbbing inside of her to send more of his seed into her awaiting womb.

But the night was still young, and Ulrich was far from over now that Varena wasn't about to just tire out on him. The best part was that they had made it to the bedroom, when some real fun could get started. Their little carnal act would continue, Varena in a fury of riding. Turning around and continuing for Ulrich to enjoy. That just went right into Ulrich pushing Varena down and onto the bed to fuck her from behind. Against the bed board, the wall, once or twice actually falling out of bed for a round or two on the floor before somehow getting back on the bed just to go again.

Once it was all over Ulrich and Varena were somehow exhausted. Left to pant and lay there with the other in their arms. Their crotches just a mess of juices. Ulrich was staring up at the ceiling of his master bedroom, a smile practically painted on his face as he laid with Varena. “Truly, you are a work of art that I can't stop seeing whenever I close my eyes Varena.” Ulrich said with a smirk, looking down at her now.

Varena moaned loudly and cried out as she fucked the man under her and his fingers worked her clit enthusiastically, losing herself in a haze of lust and pleasure, her body going into a sort of auto pilot that allowed her to just lose herself. Ulrich's orgasm made her cry out, feeling his cock swelled and throb in her before releasing a torrent of cum into her. She kept riding him though, cumming herself only a few moments later thanks to his attention to her sensitive and swollen clit. That was far from their last round though, Varena ending up on her knees again, her face pressed against the bed as he mounted her and fucked her from behind. By the end of the night she ended up against the head board, the wall, the bed again, the floor, the bed again.

That was where it eventually ended, the two of them finally exhausted enough to stop. Varena laid next to him, half draped on top of him, her head against his shoulder and an arm wrapped around his torso. Her eyes were half closed and she was still panting softly, a blissfully pleased but exhausted expression on her face. When Ulrich spoke she glanced up at his face, giving a soft, tired laugh, “Closing my eyes is about all I want to do right now,” she told him tiredly, nestling against him closely, too exhausted to be bothered by the fact that they were both covered in sweat and fluids.

Varena fell asleep quickly, and slept hard through what was left of the night, and well into the morning, past lunch. When she finally woke, she noticed she wasn't in Ulrich's arms anymore and rolled over, eyes still closed, hands seeking him. But the other side of the bed was empty. She sat up, looking around and seeing that he was, indeed, gone. She frowned a little and got up, finding the silk robes that he had told her about and pulling one on before she went downstairs, but he wasn't there either. The woman sighed then shrugged, taking the message, she had been right after all she supposed. It had been a great night, but that was all, and that was for the best.

So she returned to the bedroom, took a bath to finally wash off the sweat and cum and got dressed. She packed her things, took them outside, loaded up Lonan and headed out, trying not to feel perturbed about the rather lack luster ending to her visit with Ulrich. He'd spent days trying to get her in bed,then he did and... that was it. She sighed and shook her head, knowing she shouldn't be surprised or upset, considering who and what Ulrich was, it was to be expected. She'd had one of the best nights of her life, that would just have to be good enough.

The ride back to Aramoor seemed to take forever, her hips and thighs were sore from the hours of sex she'd forced them to endure, but she rode on anyway, just wanting to get back and get this over with and move on. When she reached the city, she went straight to the Guild Hall, going to the Guild's clerk to check in. Apparently, they were a bit surprised to see her so soon, as Ulrich had sent them a letter informing them of her injuries and the situation and that he was letting her recover at his house. She collected her payment, and was about to leave, when the clerk told her that the Guild Master wanted to see her. Varena wasn't entirely surprised, so she headed to the Guild Master's office, knocking lightly and going inside when he admitted her.

Ulrich nodded with a smile, kissing the top of her head before letting her sleep. Laying there and just enjoying the moment. His hand softly rubbing up and down Varena's back before he started to softly hum the same tune he was when she first met him in the tavern. And Ulrich would do this till the last few minutes of night was upon them. Not wanting to end such events, hell not wanting to be more then five feet away from Varena at this point. But he couldn't just stay here like he wanted.

So the man would get out of bed, collecting his clothing and kissing Varena on the lips one last time even as she slumbered. Ulrich making his way pretty much in the nude out of the house and into the cellar. Hopefully she would think he would be gone due to his “business”, but what person assumed such a thing after sex? For once Ulrich felt guilty. Him feeling guilty! Truly the hells were freezing over. Locking himself into his cellar he couldn't help but smirk, of all of his clothing that he had taken... He also had taken Varena's under garments. Of course the following day he would be no where to be seen for Varena, he actually passed out when she was packing up her horse and leaving. He would find her again some day, if only to rekindle the fire that was now built between them.

Back in Aramoor, and more importantly the guild hall everyone was surprised to see Varena so soon. Talk of her dying had spread like wild fire, boyish rumors of course. Everyone was happy to see her, asking her random questions as she did her best to make it to the clerk. How bad were your wounds? How did you recover? What did Ulrich do to you? What did you do to Ulrich? Like old housewives the rookies seemed to flock to her. Only dispersing once the Quartermaster came by and barked at them to do something useful. Varena allowed to go back and see the Guild Master.



“Come in Varena.” The Guild Master said from his seat in his office, always having a strange knack for knowing just who was at his door. His office was a catacomb of books and scrolls. The man always one for researching and learning about new monsters. So much could be learned form them, produced from them. If anything the man had an obsession but no obsession was greater then his need to kill them. There were stories of a family once, a family of four that knew peace in the farmlands of Weldrich. That peace torn from them when but a single monster paid the farm a visit. By end of day all that was left was a father having to bury his family and drag the corpse of a monster to Aramoor. But that was old news.

“It's great to see you again Varena. And in good health too.” The Guild master said, standing up and coming around to embrace Varena like he would a brother. Because she very much was in this guild. There were few in the guild that got to call the man by his name Fredrick. Varena was of course one of them. “I won't keep you for too long but I need to ask you a few things about Bleakwood and the Hydra Incident.” Fredrick admitted, walking her to the chair that sat opposite to his own. The man moving back around his desk to sit once more. “To my surprise you had to face a Hydra. And even more so Rordan came back and actually split the reward. Does he like you or something?” Fredrick asked, laughing then before he calmed down so Varena could get with explaining.

Varena looked at the Guild Master as she entered his office, not thinking much of his uncanny ability to always know who it was anymore, not after her years as a Hunter. Fredrick had become Guild Master only a little after she'd joined, and he was something of an uncle to her as far as their standings in the guild. Her mentor and Fredrick had been mentored by the same man, and been very close friends all through their careers. As a result, Varena was perhaps a little more personal with him than most Hunters, which she knew was a privilege. He was a great man, a great Hunter, and it sometimes gave her more professional advantages as well. She tried not to over do it on those though.

She returned Fredrick's hug, laughing a bit when he let her go, “Yes, to hear it from the others, I should be buried and dead.” She had heard the rumors of Fredrick's past, but she'd never felt comfortable bringing it up. Varena sat down as he told her that he had some questions about Bleakwood for her, not surprised at all. She crossed her long legs and brushed some imaginary dust from her thigh. She arched a brow though when he asked her about the Hydra and Rordan instead though, “Well... I don't know what that has to do with Bleakwood but no, hardly,” she scoffed, “Rordan was trying to lead me off the trail, not help me.”

Varena scowled as she remembered all the bullshit she'd had to put up with from him, and the bullshit others had had to deal with as well. “That asshole tries to move in on peoples' contracts all the time, he hasn't done it to me in a while. I guess he's feeling threatened or something now though,” she frowned, rolling her eyes as she leaned back in her chair a bit. “What's his problem? I've never done a damn thing to him but he's only ever been a pain in my ass,” she griped.

Fredrick nodded his head softly as he sat there, Varena wouldn't be the first person to have rather heated words about Rordan. And even more so with her body language as she spoke of the man. Rordan bringing a hand up to scratch softly at his beard, letting Varena finish. Rordan had a lot of problems really, but how much one out weighed the other was difficult to decide on.

“I wish that he was feeling threatened.” Fredrick responded, sighing softly before he would continue. “You and Rordan are very special to the guild. Almost perfect at the job I personally haven't seen anyone match you two in skill, at least since my mentor.” The old man stated, a smile on his face before he continued. “Rordan grew up in the guild where you joined in your teenage years. I can't quite put reason to why he does what he does. But I know that ever since he was young he had to sit back and watch each and every hunter he grew to love as a brother die. At some point I guess he decided that it is better just to force everyone else to take a back seat so they wouldn't share the same fate.” Fredrick added, nodding slightly.

“But I did raise that boy right. At least I hope so. Seeing how you two brought back Hydra heads you two had to work together in order to succeed. How was that? Were you ordering him around? Was he ordering you?” Fredrick asked with interest in his voice. Varena and Rordan were like kids to him, even if in the guild they preached brotherhood and such. It was always nice to hear your kids played good together.

Varena frowned slightly as she listened to the bearded man explain a little about Rordan, or at least expanded on his own theories on the reasons behind the man's behavior. Her mouth pulled to the side slightly, honestly she wouldn't have preferred just going about thinking of him as an asshole than actually feeling any sort of sympathy towards him. She sighed as Fredrick finished, thinking that if this was true then Rordan had about the most backwards way of protecting people that she'd ever seen. He had some issues, that was for sure. Varena didn't really say anything on the subject though, not sure what to think.

She arched a brow when Fredrick asked her about how they had handled the Hydra though, realizing her answer was a little surprising. “Actually, neither of us bossed the other around,” she told him, “We both knew what to do, so we did it.” They had worked well together, Varena realized that now, but she frowned stubbornly, refusing to really find any reason to justify his behavior or to see him as anything but a jack ass. “But then we were done and he went back to being condescending,” she crossed her arms.

“You wanted to ask me about Bleakwood?” Varena asked to change the subject, not really wanting to actually start to sympathize with or understand Rordan. He was a jack ass, that was it and that was all that mattered to her. He'd tried to screw her over enough times that she honestly just wanted him to leave her the hell alone. “What did you want to know? I don't know how much Mr. Brahms told you,” she was careful not to call him Ulrich, she would rather not raise any suspicions about her time spent with him.

Fredrick laughed when Varena finished her little moment truth. There was that moment where she spoke well of Rordan, which made Fredrick better. And then of course it was followed by insult but one couldn't ask for miracles now could they? Fredrick only nodded his head, happy to hear that the two at least got along.

“Well anything really. The only information we had on the situation was the letter that Mr. Brahms sent us to inform of your situation. Along with payment in full for completed services.” Fredrick stated, looking down to his desk before he started to rummage through some papers. “He said you took on the trolls but also an Ogre? Any idea why the trolls had an Ogre with them?” He asked, keeping things a little more business focused but still had one question in the waiting.

Fredrick of course was very interested in the patterns and tactics of monsters. Every year it seemed trolls and other semi feral monsters gravitated closer and closer to humans. Making bargains, trading, taming beasts. So to hear trolls having some sort of alliance with an Ogre was definitely interesting news. Ogres tended to eat practically anything, be it monster or human. Though the large monsters definitely favored humans about all.

Varena couldn't be expected to simply forgive her brother at arms so easily, especially with his insulting behavior so fresh in her mind still. And there was the fact that really, she was entirely the kind of person to hold a grudge. She didn't forget very easily, as Varena fully believed in the philosophy of 'fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me'. She wasn't likely to trust anything that Rordan said or did or that others said about him in a positive light without some sort of proof. So while she didn't consider Fredrick a liar, nor did she think him the kind of person to brag unnecessarily, she just couldn't fully accept what he was trying to tell her about Rordan.

He changed the subject easily though, the Huntress sighed softly at his questions. “I didn't really get the chance to stop and interrogate them, Fredrick,” she answered him with a touch of exasperation, she was still unhappy with how the whole thing had gone, “I didn't know it was there until it knocked me right out of the cave it was hiding in then I was surrounded by about five trolls.” Varena frowned, leaning back in her chair, “I managed to dispatch the trolls then the damn ogre got a hold of me and tried to crush me, made me black out. I woke up later back at the inn. Mr. Brahms told me it seemed to think I was dead and left, looking to be heading back to the mountains.”

Varena definitely left out the fact that she had woken up back at the inn naked in a tub with Ulrich bathing her. It wasn't against Guild rules to sleep with a client, and she doubted that Fredrick would judge her for it, but it was a matter of professionalism in her eyes. And she knew that if word got out, people would start saying she slept with clients to get contracts or higher pay or something ridiculous like that.

“I see.” Fredrick added as she explained how things went down with the ogre and trolls. Actually taking a quill out to write down on a report. Really just verifying and what not. It did concern him though that the Ogre was still loose. “I don't know how good I feel about an Ogre making it's way back to the mountains. But I assume we will get another request if the monster decides to stop at some other village along the way. Oh well at least the trolls were taken care of then.” He finished, quickly signing the bottom of the report before putting his quill back down.

“Well, that's all I have to ask.” The man stated with a smile. “I think I am going to let you keep this though so it doesn't get in the hands of the quartermaster and then who knows from there.” Fredrick added before tossing the letter Ulrich had sent to the guild. All of it was in order except for the end. A good two or three sentences about how he would take care of their beautiful fiery Valkyrie. How he wouldn't allow the breath of life to escape such a magnificent display of what a goddess truly was. Fredrick of course giving her one of those questioning looks but other then that he didn't care. Actually it was kind of reaffirming. It wasn't like Varena had someone in her life, and she could do a lot worse then a retainer of the Addens house. “Now get out of here, I've got about six more brothers to chat with before having to meet with a few of the other guild masters. It was good to see you again Varena.” Fredrick added, even though he was the guild master he never had to much time to just hang out with his members or hunt with them. Price of leadership it seemed.

Once Varena had left the guild master's office, she would be greeted by none other then Rordan. Well more Rordan shouting with the quartermaster. “I don't give a damn you know as much as I do that we don't send fucking rookies on these kinds of missions!:” Rordan shouted, getting right into the face of the larger and taller Quartermaster. “Well you don't leave me much choice now do you runt!? You go around taking jobs that are meant for rookies. And then when I have bigger paying jobs THAT ACTUALLY PAY FOR THE GUILD all our veterans are busy or taking lower assignments!” The quartermaster shouted back, glaring right back at Rordan. Rordan standing there for a few moments before snatching the papers of whatever job the Quartermaster had sent someone else to do, off to do it himself like usual.

The quartermaster only shook his head, looking to Varena before suddenly smiling. “Oh good to see you again Varena! Did you enjoy yourself?” He asked, not having many details to go on other then a client was taking care of Varena. How could he know she had slept with the client as well? “I wish I could take a three day break from all this shit.” The quartermaster added, bringing a hand up to scratch the side of his face. “You ready for another job?”

Varena arched a brow as he handed her a letter and glanced over it to see that it was from Ulrich to the guild, explaining what had happened. Her face turned red when she read the end though, clearing her throat softly, “Mr. Brahms was a bit... ah... eccentric, my apologies.” That wasn't a lie, he was certainly strange, old fashioned to a point of eccentricity in the way he behaved at times, especially when he would start going about her. He was certainly not old fashioned in bed, but like hell she was going to tell Fredrick that, the man was practically a father figure to her, though leaning more towards a friend. “Good to see you too Fredick,” she nodded as she stood, pocketing the letter and leaving his office to be met with a heated exchange between Rordan and the Quartermaster.

The woman paused, brows arched, as she watched the two of them shout at one another. She recalled what Fredrick had told her about Rordan, and frowned a little, making a soft, irritated noise. Varena was still rather hesitant to believe any of that, stubborn in her determination to dislike the other Hunter. Then he was gone, and the Quartermaster set his sights on her. She frowned as he started on a bit, before asking her if she was ready for another job. Varena most certainly was not, she hadn't been home more than a night or two in nearly the last month! “Oh fuck off Haymin,” she growled at him, before walking past him and leaving the Guild Hall, a few rookies having been standing nearby laughing and clapping softly as she exited, leaving the Quartermaster in her wake.

Varena had returned the next day after a relaxing night at home and most of the next day to finally take a job from a still pouting Haymin, and left on her way to the very northern reaches of Weldrich where a pack of wargs had come down out of the foothills to terrorize the countryside. It had been a relatively easy job to her, wargs were rather stupid, the number of them would have made it difficult for a rookie though. She wrapped up the job in a few days, having to take them out one or two at a time, then started back to Aramoor, camping alongside the road one night, getting a fire going just as the sun was starting to set.

“But... Come on!!! You have had like four days to rest!!” Haymin shouted at Varena as she walked away... But to no avail. What had gotten her panties in a bunch? When Haymin realized that some of the rookies were clapping in obvious support of Varena telling him off, the large man was quick to jump over the counter to shout and berate them. Which only faded away as Varena freed herself of the guild if only for one day.

The following day Haymin put on a bit of a show for Varena, pretending to be hurt by what she said and even hinting that she could make it up to him by doing nothing else but completing jobs of course! But it wasn't like he had to convince her it was her way of life after all. So he was more then happy when she took on the wargs job. A job that Varena had completed a number of times before. It would be no surprise seeing her back within a few days. Which just meant more jobs!

When Varena finished her job and set up camp, she probably wasn't expecting any visitors. More so in the north then anywhere else in Weldrich did Adventurer's sort of band together on the road. Sharing in fire, protection, and information was common. And it also helped that the orcs that filled the north had a personal vendetta to bandit's pretending to be adventurers to slip into these groups. No where else but the north would a bandit be disemboweled for just being a bandit. So it became common place for travelers to settle in for a night amongst a fire.

Two Orcs would come up the road as Varena made her fire, both on horse back adorned in simple armor of metal and leather. No sigils, no banners they looked to be mercenaries. The two speaking in orcish tongue before looking at Varena and her fire. “Hail adventurer! May we join you? We have grog and fresh meat to share if you would share your fire.” One of the orcs spoke loudly from the road while the other just sat on his horse.

The one that spoke had a small strip of red hair going back down the center of his head, two tattoos on either side of his head. One of the sun and one of the moon. The other orc that hadn't spoken yet had long black hair that was tied into a braid behind him. Both had similar tones of greenish yellow to their skin, a pair of tusks coming up from their lower lips for each. They look like true Orcish warriors though, broad shoulders, large weapons.