Of Blood and Stone; Caressed by Fire - [DA and Haru] NSFW links

Faerun, a world steeped in history and magic. Once ruled by the most powerful of mythical beasts, the dragons, things have changed over the centuries. The dragons, beings unequaled in their eldritch might, were hunted to near extinction by the humans. Burrowing deep underground, the legendary beasts fell into slumber. Humans, in their near infinite adaptability, developed technology to take the place of the magic that had been taken from the world when the dragons all but disappeared. Of course, there were other races of magic; the elves and the Fae being the most prominent, though even their eldritch powers begane to wane without the presence of the dragons.

The technology of the humans grew, making them the most dominant species in the world, and their haughtiness grew with them. Elves and Fae were enslaved, viewed as relics from the past and denied the most basic of rights. This led to many withdrawing themselves from the world of men and retreating back into their own worlds, leaving Faerun to the humans.

Until the Sundering.

A cataclysmic event that some say was brought about by the Old Gods, and that some merely view as a natural disaster. Whatever the cause the Sundering left the face of Faerun changed forever, a great Chasm rent in the world. Weather patterns changed, geography changed, and most importantly, the dragons were awakened from their slumber. The fallout from the Sundering left the world with another unpredicted result; the technology of the humans, that had vaulted them to dominance, was rendered useless and null. Though small bits of working technology can still be found, and is highly prized, the Sundering was nearly perfect in setting Faerun back centuries.

Humans, fearful of losing the status they had worked so hard to achieve, have fallen back to their old ways and declared war upon all those of magical and mythical origin, hoping to once more enslave those races and take their magic for their own. This has led to open hostility between the dragons and the humans, though both sides have their detractors who simply wish for peace.

The most outspoken of the dragons, an ancient and extremely powerful wyrm that is known only as Deathwing, has sent spies into the human civilizations. Most of his ilk are adept shapeshifters, able to assume human form, and so he plans to bring down the humans from within their own ranks.


Kirturok walked along the streets of waterdeep, the huge port city along the Sword Coast of Faerun. Outfitted in his armor that gleamed dully in the sun, Rok had removed his helm to bask in the sun, his destrier, Dante, prancing a little beneath him. He bore no weapons that anyone could see, yet the aura of confidence and purpose that shrouded him, as well as the steed he was mounted on, forced people to move out of his way. The man had heard of employment in this city, caravan masters and Guilds always looking for reliable hired hands. Rok had little use for those types though and headed for the tower of the Magister.

The Magister was rumored to be the one behind the Order of the Silver Flame; those responsible for hunting the dragons that were coming back to plague the world. Rok wanted to do his part of course and had enlisted when the Magister's recruiters had come to Rok's hometown. Kirturok was no greenhorn when it came to combat and had served the forces of Waterdeep before in various conflicts. It had not been that long ago, and yet Rok felt the tug to serve again and found himself here.

The wall around the Magister's Tower only had two entrances, huge gates on both the north and south ends. Rok approached from the north and the guards stopped him and asked his business.

"I wish to see the Council, and offer my services as a Dragonhunter for the Silver Flame." he informed them. Normally such a boast might have been met with raucous laughter, but the looks of the man before them and the way he carried himself... it could be felt that laughing at him might result in more than the loss of one's tongue. A shared glance and the gates were opened and Kirturok entered.

Soon he was met by an Elder Knight, and the man made sure that Rok's steed was stabled and he was ushered inside. There he was eventually brought before the Head Magisters, a husband and wife that rules over the Order with an iron fist.

Alexandria stared into her mirror as the maid fretted and fussed over her. More than anything she wanted to bat the woman's hand away before she tugged on another one of her dark curls. Just once she'd love to wear her hair fully down and free! But, her aunt and uncle would never allow it. It wasn't proper for a girl of her stature or station to display herself in such a way. In some ways, she supposed they were right. Even her own parents, before they'd unexpectedly died in the accident, had their own code in which they'd adhered to—though it hardly resembled the strict levels of her aunt and uncle. But to live a moment where you didn't have to worry about protocol or anything at all...oh, it beckoned her terribly.

Another curl was pinned up. Oh, Alex couldn't take anymore. Her brown eyes pleaded with her maid through the mirror. The older woman sighed and just patted her shoulder. "Half up," she said with a smile. "Though if I'm given any trouble for it, you'd best vouch for me," she added with a huff.

Alex nodded and reached for the woman's hand. "Oh thank you!" she exclaimed, her face lighting up. She could now face the day much lighter knowing she was defying the outlandish whimsy of society—which didn't make any sense to her at all—and especially her aunt and uncle. She could imagine their faces already! "No trouble will come to you, Nissa."

The maid just sniffed, clearly not believing the girl, and continued to adjust Alex's hair. Alex smiled, her cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink against her porcelain pale skin. "There now," said Nissa, finished with the hair and straightening out the lace of the blue and black dress she'd put on the young girl.

Alex hated the dress. It was too confining the way it covered her arms, her chest, even her neck. She longed to rip the collar off just so she could breathe. The corset underneath only further accentuated her figure and did nothing to help the breathing she felt was already stifled by the wretched collar. If only should could pop open a button or five! Part of her wondered why she needed to bother with such things, but protocol was protocol and she wasn't allowed to question. "Thank you," Alex said almost solemnly.

Nissa curtsied. "You're to meet with your aunt and uncle. No doubt they'll be waiting for you. As it is you're already late."

A mischievous sparkle glinted in Alex's eyes causing the maid to tsk. The girl was always looking for small ways to defy her guardians. But Alex gave Nissa a nod as she smoothed out her skirts and headed for the door. Her heeled shoes clacked against the hardwood of the floor as she made her way to her aunt and uncle—Magisters of Waterdeep. If only they hadn't held such high authority. Maybe then life would be more interesting...

Turning a corner, she opened the door to the room she was certain her guardians would be waiting in. After all, it was where they tended to meet with guests and notables. Slowly, she entered, trying to be quiet. She cast her glance downward, but couldn't help but overhear a voice inquiring about joining the dragonhunters. Immediately, she looked up, her dark eyes fixing upon a stranger she'd never seen meandering Waterdeep. Tilting her head, she decided that perhaps the day did indeed become interesting.

Alex's aunt turned the moment she heard her niece and let out an exasperated sigh. "Ah, Alexandria. Late as always." Her later words were mumbled under her breath. The woman's face reddened, her cheeks almost purple as she inspected her charge. Alex had to restrain the giggle, though she managed.

When Alex approached her aunt and uncle, she gave them both a quick curtsy. Turning to the stranger, she curtsied lower, her eyes peering up at him as she slowly stood back up to full height. Her aunt huffed and thumbed one of Alex's curls in mild disgust. Shaking it off, she turned her attention away from her niece and back to the man.

"Dragonhunter? Yes, we have been in need these past few months," the woman said. She then looked at Alex. "And possibly a chaperone," she mused.

Alex's mouth dropped open and a blush swept over her face. How could her aunt embarrass her like that!? And in front of such a handsome stranger!? But it was done. Lowering her lashes, she averted her gaze, wishing she could somehow hide.

Kirturok had knelt gracefully, with far more smoothness than one might expect of a man in armor and with nary a sound. The ruling Magisters were kind enough, and he had spoken with them at length about his desires and the servie that he could provide for the kingdom. As they spoke a rather comely young woman was ushered into the room and Kirturok's dark intense gaze washed over her. He bowed as she curtsied and retook his seat. The older woman fussed over the girl's hair and her comments about needing a chaperone obviously embarrassed the younger girl and a hint of a smile had even crept onto Kirturok's face. Until he realized that the Magister was hinting that he might perform such duty.

"I would be happy to serve however I am bid." Kirturok said and cast a glance at the young woman. The blush to her cheeks was rather pretty and he snapped his eyes away, realizing he was staring.


Across the city, in a particular large cluttered home, Talathorn cursed softly as he stumbled over some contraption or other. Knocking on a particular door he called out. "Charlie! Get yer ass outta bed girl! Yer dad's already waitin' fer ya down at th'market!"

Tal, as he was more commonly known by, waited, listening. He'd been a family friend of Charlie for a long time. Long as she could remember, and he'd watched the precocious little girl grow up. She wasn't his daughter, wasn't his kin in any way at all. Yet he felt like he should have been sometimes. Her father was an elderly man, and Tal had thought he'd been lucky to get a woman as young and vibrant as Charlie's mom. As the years had gone on though, it had become clear that the man couldn't keep up with his daughter. Enter Tal... and trying to wrangle the girl was a full-time job by itself.

He knocked on the door again.

Interesting...more like devastating!

All Alex wanted to do now was run back through the large door and throw herself on her bed so that Nissa could pet her dark hair and whisper soothing words to help ease the embarrassment she felt coursing through her veins. Of course, her maid probably would agree with her aunt. But that was neither here nor there. At least the woman would have the decency to comfort her and not make her feel at all silly despite things. Looking over at the man—almost too handsome as he stood there in his armor—she couldn't believe he actually agreed to her aunt's proposition!

Her aunt stood there, a smug grin plastered across her haughty face. What her uncle saw in the woman, she had no idea! As a child, her mother had told her about her brother and how he'd made a good life for himself in Waterdeep. Her mother had always cared for her brother and a lady so kind surely must've come from a family of undying devotion for one another...unless, that was just her fancy talking. All too often, she loved to daydream and believe in tragic ideals. Nissa often huffed at her, calling it silly frivolity. But the woman's smile made it plain that she approved.

But her aunt...never had Alex known a more droll woman. All her rules and etiquette. It drove her mad! And now she had it within her to embarrass her in front of the most beautiful man she'd ever seen by suggesting he be her chaperone! And at the age of twenty!

"Well," Alex's aunt began. "I bid you watch over our niece." She paused a moment, glancing over at a horrified Alex and then at her husband who just seemed bored with her antics. "Though serving as one of our hunters will suit when in need, so we will place you in reserve should they need the extra hands."

Alex bit down on her lower lip, her delicate hands fidgeting with a ribbon on her gown. She could scarcely believe what her aunt had done. Then again, perhaps she could.

"You will find accommodations set up for you later this evening. Rather than the barracks, a room closer to our niece will be prepared for you." The woman's expression turned thoughtful. "I'll have the Silver Flame notified of you in the mean time, Kirturok."

Alex dared a look in Kirturok's direction, her cheeks warm, the urge to tear open her collar beyond agonizing!

"That's enough, Lydia," Alex's uncle finally managed. The tall, broad man had clearly wished to end things and a glance toward his niece said he felt a bit of sympathy for her plight.

"Oh, Lord Ellis," Lydia pouted. But she refrained from speaking further on the matter.

~~~

Charlie groaned as she sat up and pushed the blankets of her body. Slowly, she shifted and let her legs dangle over the side of the bed before pushing herself up.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Charlie shouted back. "No need to be an ass about it, jeez!" She grumbled as her feet touched the cold floor, a chill running through her body almost instantly.

Charlie hated mornings. If she had her way, she'd sleep all day and just come alive at night. Who needed the sun anyway? She let out another groan as she raked a hand through her mussy red hair. When she approached her mirror, she rubbed her face and sighed. Ugh, she looked dreadful. Another reason to hate mornings all together! Frowning, she reached for a brush and attempted to tame the wild tangles atop her head. But they weren't having it. Abandoning the brush, she poured some water into the wash basin and washed her face. The water helped in waking her up, but she still looked frightful—hair all askew and the large, oversized shirt she wore was rumpled, hanging funny over the tight shorts she wore. But they were nightclothes. Not meant to impress anyone.

Then again, Tal wasn't just anyone. But Charlie wasn't about to say that out loud. Heaving a sigh, her blue eyes settled on her reflection. Well, there wasn't much to be done.

Moving towards the door, Charlie flung it open and faced Tal. Her eyes finding his, she leaned against the doorframe and smirked. "You bellowed?"

Kirturok watched the Magisters and the girl and listened to the exchange. The young lady was obviously distressed, and Kirturok himself was surprised when they named his as chaperone for the girl. "I-I will see it is done." Kirturok said, and bowed. There was a plethora of questions in his mind about what his duties actually entailed. Was he simply to be her ward? Was he to escort her wherever she went? Were there people out to harm her?

Kirturok held his tongue however, and then he heard the first names of the High Magisters; Lydia and Ellis. He knew these names and had heard the surname spoken in hushed whispers. Fairchild. Rumors spread of how unlike their surnames the High Magisters behaved, most laughing off the dichotomy with nervousness.

Kirturok was summarily dismissed and he gave a bow to the Magisters as the Elder Knight led him from the Great Hall and back toward some of the quarters. Informed that he would at least have a place to change and a cot until he had a more permanent room, Kirturok was urged to set aside his armor and dress more appropriately, though to keep his weapons upon his person. The Magisters had an image to uphold and having their niece seen with a fully armed and armored kngiht would send a message that they were fearful. They simply could not have that.

So Kirturok changed into a soft cloth shirt and a leather doublet, fine wool breeches and soft black leather boots. His bastard sword was sheathed upon his back and a long bladed dagger - one at his hip and the other in a boot - completed the ensemble.

Taking a seat he waited to be summoned to accompany the girl.


Tal wasn't surprised when Charlie answered the door, even in her relative state of undress. That was what surprised him. He supposed he should have known. Ever since she'd come into her own the sexual tension between them had grown. There was more than once he'd caught her looking at him, a thoughtful expression on her face, and of course he had noticed her as well. She was a fetching young woman. that bright red hair was like a halo of fire about her beatific face when they were outside.

So when she came to lean against the door, in her tight shorts and that loose fitting shirt, it was easy to see she had no undergarments, the swells of her breasts unmistakeable under the shirt, her nipples tenting the fabric a bit.

Talathron had been around a long time, and he'd bedded plenty of women. In fact, the only reason he had not wooed Charlie to his bed was because of her dad, Elric. He and Elric had a long history and he didn't think it wise to jeopardize that over the man's daughter. Yet Tal was only human and Charlie liked to push his buttons. Like now.

A gentle smirk was the first answer she had to her question. "Aye. I bellow'd. Yer dad be waitin' at th'market." Tal leaned a bit closer, his chest almost brushing hers as he tilted his head down and canted it to the side so he could whisper in her ear. His breath was warm as it caressed over sensitive flesh and his lips practically touched the lobe and outer shell of her ear as he whispered. "So ya should change into sumpthin' that hugs those lovely tits an' get that sweet ass movin'. Cuz if'n ya don't - I'll move it fer ya."

Tal sometimes liked to give back as good as he got.

Never before had Alex felt so utterly and completely mortified in her life! How could her aunt treat her like such a child in front of a stranger? And one who'd asked to serve as a dragonhunter no less! Only she had the audacity to make him her...her chaperone?! She could just die! This was by far the worst thing her aunt had ever done. Pouting, she stomped all the way back to her room, the image of her aunt's satisfied smirk emblazoned on her brain.

When Alex reached her room, she pushed open the door. Nissa was inside tidying up. The older woman gave her a sideways look as she entered and flopped down upon the plush red chaise.

"Oh Nissa, that woman," Alex said woefully, her cheeks burning and her dark eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Nissa sighed and sat on the edge of the chaise. Gently, she pet Alex's hair, letting her fingers work their way through her dark curls. Alex let out soft sounds of approval, her breaths steadying. She turned slightly to look up into her maid's face.

"Dear child, what happened?" Nissa asked. It was apparent that whatever it was it went beyond the typical banter Alex and her Aunt Lydia typically exchanged.

"I've been given a chaperone!" Alex exclaimed.

"Chaperone?"

"He inquired about the Silver Flame and...and that beast made him my chaperone!" Alex was on the verge of tears once again.

Nissa smiled, a hand still petting Alex's hair. "Was he handsome?" she asked, her voice going soft, hushed.

Alex sniffled, her cheeks flushed. "Y-yes," she said nodding, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Can't be all that bad then," Nissa then stated brushing Alex's hair away from her face. "Now, are you to meet him? Perhaps have him accompany on an outing today?"

Alex bit down on her lip. She'd hoped to get out. She'd been begging for weeks now only to be denied time and again. Perhaps now she could...and with someone like Kirturok. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. She smiled then and nodded. "I need to change," she said. Nissa just nodded knowingly.

Once changed, Alex finished the last bits of accessorizing while Nissa learned where Kirturok was temporarily staying until his room was ready. She'd decided if she had a chaperone at her side, especially one worthy enough to be a dragonhunter, then she could be seen being a bit daring—aunt be damned! Oh, she'd love to see her aunt's face the moment she realized she was traipsing about Waterdeep in a dress showing off ankles and some chest. Of course, it was the fashion, the rage. But distinguished girls were never allowed any fun. It was so unfair!

After Nissa returned and let Alex know where to go, she wasted no time. She was about to get her first taste of real freedom! She could hardly wait. If only it hadn't come at the expense of embarrassment. But that couldn't be changed now. Giddy, she ran down the corridor until she reached Kirturok's door. When she came upon it, she hesitated a moment, her heart racing. She smoothed out the dark green of her skirt and adjusted her short sleeves showing off her arms and then her neckline. It was rare that she was allowed the luxury of wearing something that made her feel truly feminine, pretty. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door and entered.

"Hello?" Alex spoke, her voice soft and demure. Quietly, she entered the room. The moment she saw her chaperone, she felt her tummy flutter. "Hello, sir," she smiled brightly and curtsied low before him.

~~~

His breath was warm, his body close. So close Charlie could almost feel him brushing against her. For a brief moment, she imagined Tal pressing her up against the wall, his hand shoving up her shirt so he could squeeze one of her breasts beneath his calloused palm, thumb teasing a nipple until it ached for his mouth. The thought made her damp between the legs, a slow, dull throb that began to pulse in time with her beating heart. Ugh, what she wouldn't give for a moment of privacy. Her hands could make quick work of these feelings he was stirring up inside.

Charlie's breath hitched when he whispered against her ear, causing her body to shiver, another tiny gush between her legs. Suddenly she wished she wasn't wearing shorts. Her blue eyes fluttered shut for a moment, her thoughts running wild and going to dark places. How she wished she could just reach down, let her fingers slip beneath the hem...it was an appealing thought, but impossible with Tal standing right there. When she finally opened her eyes and found her composure, she gave him a lopsided grin. Her body was screaming and he was so close and...again he was noticing.

Charlie liked that he noticed. She wanted him to.

"Oh? I don't know. Don't think I've anything proper for the market." Charlie gave Tal a sly grin. "Unless you're offering your hands to cover me up."

Kirturok was wholly unaware of the distress and nervousness of the girl that was to be his charge and he waited with infinite patience. inally she came to meet him, and her dress was different than what he had witnessed before. Her skin like flawless porcelain, pale and perfect, and her pretty face framed by her brown locks. The curtsie brought a smile and Kirturok said softly, "Your are the noble lady and I am but the knight. Please m'Lady, I bow to you, not the other way 'round." he intoned, and though his voice was serious there was a gentleness to it.

In response to his own words Kirturok bowed. Not too terribly low, but certainly in deference to her in some manner. When he straightened his eyes met hers and he he smiled again. This time the expression seemed more relaxed, a little less forced. "So tell me, Lady, where will we be going today?" he asked. He was curious where a girl like this went when she walked into the city proper. "The market perhaps? Or one of the fine parks?"

It had been a long time, years, since Kirturok had simply walked someplace with a pretty young girl as escort. Once more his eyes swpet over the fine specimen before him, and he counted himself lucky. Who would want to be training with the Silver Flame when such beauty was here to be enjoyed?


Tal could practically smell her arousal, that sweet smell of womanhood that surely wafted from between her legs. There was something in him, something pprimal and needful, that craved that feminine heat. Her flesh was warm, those twin globes pressed ever so gently to his chest as he leaned into her slightly. That was not an accident, not a mere happenstance. Tal was a calculating man, a strategist, and every move he made and every word he spoke was to some end.

The nearly imperceptible shiver of her young nubile body only brought a smile and Tal's smile turned into a grin at her words. "Nuthin' foe the market eh? Nuthin' b't me hands eh? Ye keep talkin' like that girl and ye'll be feelin' my hand alright! It'll be spankin' yer bottom black n' blue. I'll be makin' that ass of yers t'be matchin' yer hair." Tal told her and finally moved back to regard her, his eyes finding hers and looking at her unwaveringly.

The man knew what she wanted, knew she'd press him. He didn't mind and actually liked the little game. One day he knew he'd give in to that primal desire. When that day came he was sure that Charlie would be made a woman proper, in his bed. Well, wherever they happened to be. It was sure to be a scene.

And what a chaperone indeed! Alex eyes Kirturok as she stood there before him. He was certainly the most handsome man she'd ever beheld. Wouldn't it be a treat to walk through the park and perhaps along the water with a man such as he for company! One her aunt entrusted her to be with—alone—no less! She recalled her last outing as she'd strolled along the waterways. Men had made their remarks, most of them lewd causing her face to heat. Never had she been the target of such desires...and by strange men making crude gestures. It was enough for her aunt and uncle to disallow her from going again. But now?

Now Alex had Kirturok! The perfect excuse to see the pretty water, imagine the wild adventures it could bring. And he could stay the mouths of any rude comments a strange man might have to offer. Not that she expected any with him by her side. They'd be daft to bother. Wouldn't they?

Looking up at Kirturok, Alex smiled prettily, innocently. "I think I should like to take a walk through the park and..." she paused briefly, a finger toying with a ribbon on her dark green gown. "Then along the waterways. I want to see the ocean, the piers, the..." She was smiling brightly, her skin flushing pink as excitement coursed through her. It swept over her exposed flesh, even along the swells of her breasts, which heaved slightly as her breaths became heavier with all of her excitement. Of course, she deliberately left out the alleys, the seedy merchants and laborers. They were hardly of importance when one wanted to get out. The waterways were teeming with life and activity, with color and drama. Clearly, she was out of her head.

~~~

Tal's gaze was intense. Charlie had all she could do to match it. Her knees were shaking, threatening to buckle beneath her. No doubt he'd like that, to see her on her knees before him. Licking her lips, her mouth suddenly dry, she could picture herself kneeling at his feet, her face tilted up with anticipation. Another gush...ugh, she was aching! This was terribly unfair!

Trying to keep calm, her breaths steady, Charlie dared to lean forward just a little. "I think we'd both like that now, wouldn't we, Tal?" She arched a brow and boldly planted a quick kiss on his lips. She had to stand on her tiptoes to reach him, but she managed. Barely. As soon as her lips touched his, she pulled away and swayed her hips back into her room, promptly slamming the door.

Charlie let out a breath as soon as the door shut and leaned her back against it. She slid all the way down until she was sitting on the floor. Ugh! She was needy, her body on fire for that man standing on the other side. But all he did was tease and torment.

And oh did she ever like it! But once, just once, Charlie wished he'd take her. But maybe he didn't want to. Maybe he'd known her too long.

Charlie let out a sigh and stood up. Each movement caused her pert nipples to rub against the fabric of her shirt. The sensation was maddening, making her painfully aware of the arousal between her legs. As she made her way across the room, she let a hand sink beneath the hem of her shorts, slim fingers finding the swollen nub that was begging for attention due to Tal's teasing. The moment she touched it—slick and wet—she gasped. It felt nice and she imagined it was Tal touching her instead of herself.

The young woman before him once more drew his gaze and Kirturok had no trouble at all with that. Her excitement was evident in the way she spoke, the nervous gesticulations, especially the way she twirled her ribbon. Yet it was the light blush to her skin that caused him the most reaction. The swells of her breasts even changed to a pinkish hue and that was what brought the gentle throbbing between his legs. His eyes settled on her flesh there, perhaps a bit too long, and Kirturok had to force his gaze away.

"We will go wherever you wish m'Lady and you will be safe at my side. But please, do not venture too far from me, lest your aunt have my balls." he said with a little laugh. He'd heard the relationship between the girl and the High Magisters and it had been explained by the Elder Knight. The Elder Knights, despite their name, were an order of monks, scholars and priests that kept the knowledge of the kingdom. Each had their area of expertise and it had become quite clear that the Elder Knight assigned to the Magister's Tower concentrated on nobility and lineage. He could be an indispensable resource.

Kirturok was unused to such an assignment, but offered the girl his arm. "Shall we?" he asked. The girl was much shorter than he and Kirturok idly wondered what it might be like to hold such a woman in a more intimate embrace. She smelled nice and her skin was soft and warm.

Soon they were on the more common streets of the city and Kirturok spoke to the girl. "So tell me m'Lady, where is a good place to eat? I am famished from the road and would seek to get the taste of dust out of my mouth."


Tal's smirk was wiped from his face by her words, and he knew them to be true. To do just as he had said was something that he c=dreamed of, though he would never dare admit it to her father. Then, to make it all worse, Charlie leaned up and kissed his mouth softly.

After it was all said and done he would have to say that it was the taste of her that did it, that drove him to take his next course of action.

Charlie slammed the door shut in his face and though it did not truly anger him, it was certainly the last straw that broke his resolve and yrged him to take action. Her ways, words and teasing had finally come to a head. Tal stood for a moment in shock but then put his shoulder to the door.

With a splintering crack the frame came apart under his prodigious strength and the door nearly leapt from its hinges. Tal stood in her room a moment and it was not hard to find the girl. She was only a few feet away, beside her bed, and it was not hard to see that her hand was down her shorts. "You infernal tease!" he said, his eyes glued to her perfect form. "You've pushed and pushed and I warned you. I did!" he said, almost as if he was confirming it to himself. He moved then, fast as a viper, and crossed to her and grabbed her by her arm. In one swift and smooth motion he took a seat upon the edge of her bed and spun the girl, his strenght unable to be denied. Holding her elbow with his right hand, his left grabbed the waistband of the shorts she wore and jerked them down. There was a sound of tearing fabric as the cloth partially gave way and then she was being bent.

Putting Charlie over his knee, her pale cream-colored ass exposed, Tal kept her pinned with his right arm and brought his left up and then down, the first slap on her ass causing it to jiggle in the most inappropriate but absolutely desirable way. Tal knew she would struggle, but his strength was inexorable and his left hand dropped again. And again. And again. he did not put his full strength behind the blows. He didn't wish to truly hurt the girl. But in short order her ass was warm and red and one could even see the outline of his hand upon her pale skin. To add insult to injury he brought his hand down one last time and let it rest there a moment, the pads of his fingers dangerously close to her sex, and he could then see that little pink pussy peeking out from under her lovely cheeks... and she was wet! Glistening in her desire! With a grin that she likely could not see, Tal's fingers slipped along her slit, gathering some of that moisture.

He then pulled her up and showed her his fingers. "Charlie! You should be ashamed." He smiled wickedly. "But you're not. Neither am I." his eyes locked onto hers as he sucked her effluence off his fingers. Between his legs his cock throbbed and he wanted her. There was no denying it.

Alex's dark eyes widened, her cheeks darkening a deep shade of crimson at Kirturok's bold and indecent remark. She hadn't expected it, not from a man offering services as a dragonhunter and certainly not one who appeared to have a code of honor. Though, she had to admit, there was a thrill in the indecency, the shrewd yet nonchalant manner in which such words dripped from his tongue. Unable to help herself, she giggled, a hand reaching up to politely cover her mouth. Her body shook with laughter as she tried desperately not to get carried away, but already she found herself on the brink of losing all composure. Calming herself a little, she took Kirturok's offered arm and smiled.

"My aunt's bark is far worse than her bite," Alex said. "But let's forget about her and enjoy the day." Already, she could feel the giddiness overwhelming her senses at the notion of leaving the premises, defying her aunt yet under the supervision of her very own hand picked chaperone! "I'm ready to take my leave."

Once out in the fresh air, Alex felt exhilarating joy as the salty breeze blew through her curls, gently caressing her pale skin. If only she'd been able to do this more often. Casting a glance at Kirturok, she wondered if, perhaps now, she might.

"I think there's a café near here," Alex answered Kirturok when he inquired about food. Of course the little dives by the water were nothing like the places she was used to. There was no fine china or silver spoons there. No. They'd have to settle for something simple while the passersby gawked at her as she strode by. She could feel their eyes staring, hear a few ghastly whistles as some of the men made rude gestures with their bodies. But Alex ignored them, her flushed skin the only sign that they'd had any affect. "Over there!" she exclaimed, pointing at a hole in the wall with a carved sign hanging above the door. It read: Tin Whistle. "I've heard whispers that the food and tea there is not to be missed! Let's go, please," she begged, tugging on Kirturok's arm.

~~~

Charlie jumped the moment her door burst opened and Tal stood there looming in the doorway. He looked immense and she suddenly felt small as he approached, his shadow engulfing her entirely. She swallowed hard, her one hand still lingering upon her needy sex as she looked into his wild eyes. He looked hungry, like a predator stalking his prey.

And Charlie felt her cunt begin to seethe with want against her fingers.

Before she could speak, before she could even think, Charlie's arm was in Tal's grasp and she was pulled toward him. He reminded her of his warning, the tension rising, so much heat! The next thing she knew, he was bending her over his knee and ripping her shorts down along her thighs. She writhed and struggled in his grip. But it was no use. He was strong and determined and...bloody hell, she liked this!

Charlie could feel herself getting wetter with each strike, tiny rivulets of her juices drooling along her thighs. She had to stifle the groan lest she make Tal's ego grow bigger than it already was. Just then, he stopped. The skin of her ass feeling warm and tender. She felt his fingers slide against her slit. In agony, she bit down on the inside of her cheek.

Tal moved Charlie then, forcing her to look at him as he spoke and licked her juices off his finger. If he was trying to unravel her senses, it was working! Weak in the knees, she knew she was at his mercy. Then again, she always had been.

Giving Tal a defiant look, though ready to fall at any moment, she muttered, "No shame." Her blue eyes drifted and she noticed his own arousal and need. "Are you going to take what's yours while it's still hot or..." She honestly didn't think she could stand it if he ignored her want at this point, the desire that had been growing for years. She'd had fantasies of moments like these, her body craving his, yearning for all that he had to offer and more. She could imagine him taking her, rough and full of fiery passion pent up from years of frustration. No, if he denied her now, she'd wind up begging...pleading for something as her clit swelled, pulsing angrily as it demanded his attention. "Are you going to let it grow cold?"

Blue eyes filled with lust, Charlie hoped Tal wasn't one who would wait. They'd been waiting long enough, at least she had. And she felt more than ready to give herself to him...fully and completely.

Kirturok found himself oddly pleased that this wonderfully pretty young woman found his words amusing, though he was unsure of exactly why she felt that way. Her laughter was infectuous and he smiled brightly. Something he did not often do. Walking with her he kept glancing over at her and noticed her color darken at the whistles and gestures some of the males they passed made toward her. Kirturok, unfamiliar with this asked her quietly, "Is the darkening of your skin due to embarrassment? or do you like the things those men do?" he asked, thinking perhaps it was some mating ritual he was unfamiliar with. Entirely ready to defend her honor and her sensibilities, Kirturok sent a withering glare at the men, just to ensure that there was nothing untoward going on. The catcalls and gestures immediately stopped and Kirturok smiled inwardly.

The small place that Alex seemed so excited about had the most wonderful smells wafting from it, and Kirturok's pace quickened a little as Alex drew him along. "Be patient m'Lady! We're going. Anywhere you want to." Kirturok promised, and from the girl's behavior he could tell she was not allowed out much. It was a shame really, but so long as he was with her he would protect her and they would travel at her whim.

"The Tin Whistle. I've never heard of it. If it is as good as you say then perhaps we can frequent it often." he told her and allowed her to lead him inside. The place was small, but cozy and there was an empty table immediately available right inside the door. With a gesture Kirturok indicated the table and got the chair for Alex and then took the chair across from her, his blade leaned in the corner and within arm's reach.


Tal's eyes slipped down to her wanting and needful sex, her pussy swollen open slightly and her clit peeking from beneath its hood like it was shy. A smirk crossed his features as she asked her question and his eyes met hers and helpd them.

"I don't think any part of you could ever be cold, Kitten." he told her, using a pet name he'd dubbed her with when she was little, evoking memories that made this little encounter a little more scandalous. She had on no bottoms and fair was fair after all. Standing, the fastenings of his pants were undone and Tal let them fall. Beneath his underwear the outline of his cock was impressive and Tal slipped out of those as well and retook his seat on the edge of the bed, reaching down to present himself.

"It's time you grew up Kitten, and I see no better man to do so than myself. Not to mention your father would keep you away, or try to, from anyone but me. So the question is not whether I am going to take you while you are still hot, it's what will you do to get what you want?" His dark eyes had grown darker in his desire and he sat and waited.

Alex glanced over at Kirturok as he asked her about sudden rosy visage. She could feel the warmth creep along her skin, myriad tingles making her feel more alive—and aware—than she'd ever been before. Biting down on her lower lip, she wondered just how to answer such a question. Finally, setting her jaw and walking a little straighter, with purpose and determination, she let out a tiny sigh and leaned closer to her chaperone.

"I'm hardly embarrassed," Alex stated. "Though what lady would ever admit, in public, that she enjoyed such attention?" She smiled prettily, satisfied that her answer would give Kirturok something to ponder. She couldn't admit that though such regard was rude and made her gasp, it also made her tummy flutter. Knowing she could stir emotions—among other things—with a simple glance...there was something to be said about that.

Before long, Kirturok allowed Alex to lead him inside the Tin Whistle. She was delighted that he was eager to please and dote on her per her guardians' wishes. Watching him sit down, she could pretend he was a secret lover she was meeting for a private tryst. The two of them in hiding from her aunt who would surely punish them should they be caught. But it was only fancy, a wistful dream flitting through her head.

"Really? You'd take me here again?" Alex asked, her smile bright and lighting up her entire face. "I think I'd like that very much."

Just then a serving girl not much older than Alex approached their table. Her red dress flattered her figure and left little to the imagination as her breasts nearly spilled out of the low cut scoop of the bodice. She leaned over the table, her full attention on Kirturok as she moved to give him an ample view. Her mousy hair was swept up in an unkempt knot that somehow looked attractive atop her head. Alex frowned, which only made the girl smile bigger.

"What can I get for you?" she asked, not once did she look Alex's way. "Wine? Ale? Tea? A warm bed..." she winked as she stood up to full height.

~~~

He called her 'kitten'. Charlie wanted to purr as the word rolled off Tal's lips. She loved when he called her that, a name meant only for her, setting her apart from everyone else. It made her feel special, like she somehow stood out. Standing there before him, she could feel her juices dripping down her inner thighs, betraying her need, her desire. Slowly, methodically, he removed his pants, placing them in equal footing as he presented his erect cock for her to see in all its glory.

Charlie sucked in a sharp breath as she watched it throb and twitch, her own clit aching to be sated. Suddenly speechless, she feared she might faint. The sight of Tal as he sat there on her bed, so smug and confident and beautiful...she wanted him. Badly. She always had.

A soft whimper escaped Charlie in that moment, her one hand reaching down to feel just how much wetter she'd become. She gasped, her eyes closing for a brief moment before she fixed them back on Tal's dark gaze. "I..." she stammered, her cunt seething, longing for his touch. "Tal..." she was pleading with him, her eyes begging. "You never did play fair."

Charlie's face reddened and she reached for the hem of her shirt. Slowly, she pulled the thing over her head and discarded it onto the floor. Bared before him, she let her arms drop to her sides. Her nipples stood at full attention as the cool air kissed her skin.

"Please, Tal..." Charlie said again more urgently, desperately. She could hardly believe what she was doing. But for Tal? She knew she'd do anything.

Kirturok was surprised by Alex's answer - that she was certainly not embarrassed and yet she would not admit in public that she liked such attention. It was a puzzling conundrum that Kirturok did not understand. However, it was not his place to question or to second guess the girl, and they soon had been seated and approached in the venue. The young woman that bent, her breasts nearly spilling from her bodice, drew Kirturok's gaze. Round and full his eyes found the mark she designed and her words made his eyes slide up to her face. She was pretty. Not extraordinary, but well above average.

"I heard that the tea here is very good, though I never heard that you offered beds. I'm actually looking for a room, though one should be available shortly. At the tower of the Magisters." Kirturok explained as his gaze dropped back to her ample breasts. He wanted to reach out and touch them, feel how soft they were, bury his face in them... And down below, between his legs, wondrous things were happening. The magic of arousal was in bloom and those dark eyes moved back to Alexandria for a moment. "You didn't tell me they offered beds here." he said.

It was becoming obvious that in certain matters Kirturok's knowledge was rather lacking.


The expressions on Charlie's face might as well have been her shouting from the rooftops, and the heat from her assuredly aching pussy was nearly palpable. The wetness was evident, rivulets of her lust rolling lazily down her thighs. Tal could practically taste her. He loved to make her squirm and as he called her Kitten he saw that reaction.

"You like what you see, Kitten?" he aske, teasing. Her fingers dipped back down to her quim, which by now was a little open, her labia swollen and those smooth lips a deeper hue. Tal could hear the rush of blood through her body and how it flooded her warm wanting sex.

The tone she used spoke volumes and Tal leaned back, supported by one of the huge pillows on her bed, his cock standing proud and majestic. "I think he likes you. See? He's already drooling a little." Tal teased, as a thick clear drop of precum oozed from the tip, seemed to balance for a moment and then slid slowly down the underside of that swollen head and along the undervein of him.

"Please? Please what?" he paused and his head cocked gently to the side. "I think, after all this time, and your teasing ways. You owe me." It was then that Charlie stripped off her shirt, leaving her nude before him. Her breasts were full and high, soft pink nipples erect, flesh pebbled. "That's a little better. But there's something I want you to do for me. I think you know what it is."

Tal's voice dropped a bit, becoming darker, throaty, and commanding. "On your knees Kitten. I have some cream to feed you." Tal's eyes had darkened, almost akin to pools of inky night, and he gestured for her to get on her knees. Then, a single word. A single command. Yet it carried with it a certain weight. A vivid clarity and finaltiy.

"Suck."

It was a lewd command of course and no man would normally have dared to speak to her in such a manner. But then, Tal was no normal man, and her heightened arousal was proof. His eyes never left hers and once more a hand went to his cock, almost as if offering it to her.

Alex frowned, her muscles tensing as she watched the scene unfolding. This wasn't how it was supposed to play out! He wasn't supposed to look at serving girls! Oh, she felt so silly, so naive! So utterly stupid! How could she let her imagination get the better of her? Kirturok was her chaperone. A man hand picked by none other than her Aunt Lydia. Of course he'd never give her a passing glance when there were better things out there. Suddenly, she no longer felt hungry...or thirsty. She just wanted to leave.

"They don't," Alex stated, the serving girl giggling softly as she took a step back. That was it, she'd been shamed, the mocking smile of the girl saying everything without uttering a word. "I...I'm no longer hungry." Her gaze was hard as she looked at at Kirturok with hurt and embarrassment. "The tea here is terrible!"

At that, Alex stood up and ran out of the café, the whistles and jeers of the men in the streets filling her ears as tears pricked her eyes.

~~~

Charlie just stood there for a moment as she watched Tal ease back upon her bed. He propped himself up, his cock erect and weeping all just for her. She bit down on her lower lip, her legs trembling as she got onto all fours upon the bed. Her breasts hung as she crawled, swinging as she inched closer...closer. Her eyes remained fixed on his, the intensity heightening as they traversed down a path they could never turn back from now.

'Suck,' Tal had said. Charlie's mouth was already watering, longing to let her tongue move along his length in long languid motions. She'd imagined tasting him and now she was finally going to in her own bed!

When Charlie reached Tal, her breasts brushing against his legs, she rested her hands on his thighs and dipped her head down. The tip of her tongue snaked out from between her lips and gently swirled about his drooling tip, tasting his precum. She then let her tongue move along the underside of his shaft—down then up—before she dared to take the tip of his head into her mouth. It was velvety smooth, hard and throbbing. Slowly, she took him further, deeper, letting her mouth be filled as her tongue tasted, flicking and swirling, exploring every inch. More and more she took until she gagged, the reflex took her by surprise, making her body shudder, her eyes water. But she was determined to take him fully. Again she swallowed and again she gagged, but the sensation was more than she could hope for as she fixed her eyes upon his, her mouth on his cock as she sucked and slurped.

The entire exchange had been odd to Kirturok, and he had thought he was supposed to look, that the girl in red had been flaunting her body to him, to entice him to mate. Wasn't that what he was supposed to do? Look? He had made no move to actually do so, and then the outburst from Alex was also unexpected. Her heartbeat sped up, her temperature rose slightly, and then she had fled.

Grabbing his sowrd Kirturok gave chase, and as he reached the front door and then moved out to the street, he could see the group of workers, the males that had given attention to Alex eaarlier. The attention that she supposedly liked but that made her change colors. Several of the men had followed her, were getting closer, and Kirturok frowned. He still had a job to do.

A few running strides and he was airborne, the leap carrying him over the heads of the men, and drawing gasps from passersby on the ground. Kirturok landed, skidding to a stop just before Alex and grabbing her to put her behind him as the group of men drew closer. One of them, the largest spoke up.

"Hey guy. No need to hog the bitch all to yourself. There's plenty of her to go around from what we saw."

One of the others spoke as well. "You don't want to stir up trouble with us asshole. There's six of us and one of you. Not good odds." The man balanced a construction hammer in one hand.

Kirturok's voice was low and calm, steady as he spoke. "I am Kirturok of the Silver Flame. I wish you no ill will but this girl is in my charge and you'll not lay a hand on her. If you do then I will claim it as my own."

A ripple of laughter passed through the group."Getta loada this guy!" "What a fuckin' moron."

Kirturok's hand lowered to the hilt of his sword, but the leader of the group of men had remained silent, considering.

"If he's really Silver Flame then we don't want to mess with him boys. C'mon, there'll be another day."

With a grudging sound of protest the men backed off, whispered curses and jabs under their breath and Kirturok visibly relaxed. He turned to Alex. "Are you well m'Lady? I apologize for upsetting you. I was confused when she offered me a bed." It was the truth and all he could give her. Only now, in retrospect, did Kirturok put the two idea together and realize that the comely waitress had meant to offer to mate with him in the bed she offered. A strange heat suffused Kirturok's face and he dared to meet Alex's gaze.

"Please. Let us seek another place. Just you and I." he offered, wanting to set things right and not ruin the girl's day out. "Is there a favorite place you have?" he asked.


Tal watched as Charlie moved toward him, her ripe breasts hanging and then rubbing along his legs, the creamy skin so soft and warm and another clear drop of pre oozed from him. Her brilliant red hair hid her face and Tal's strong right hand moved those scarlet locks away so he could watch her face. Hands on his legs brought goosebumps and then her tongue.... Tal shuddered slightly as that warm muscle swirled about his cockhead and his chest rose and fell as his breathing became shorter, more ragged, and he held Charlie's hair out of her face, their eyes locked.

Then she finally took him in her mouth. That sweet warmth and wetness brought a low heated groan from him and Tal's head fell back in his pleasure, eye rolling back in his head as Charlie slid her mouth down his thick veined length.

"Charlotte.... my Kitten...." he said, using the possessive.

The sound of her gag brought him back to her and he lifted his head. The soft wet sounds of her mouth working over his cock was like music and he felt her swallow around him briefly.

"Play with your pussy Kitten. I want to hear how wet you are." he told her. This was not an act of love, at least not yet, and he was lustful and passionate, and he wanted to hear all those wonderful sounds.

"I like it when you gag on me, Kitten." he said, encouraging her to do so. Thick ropes of drool slid from her mouth along his length as her eyes watered and she shed those tears of effort and love. The hand in her hair slid up and to the back of her head, forcing her down until he could feel the swollen bullet head of his cock enter her throat. Tal did not hold her there long, but by the time he let her up her face was red and she struggled for breath for a moment.

"Good girl." he praised her, treating her like the Kitten he had dubbed her. His Kitten. His pussy. He would see to it that he claimed her and made her his own, to be served by her and only her.

That ahnd clenching in her hair, pulling strands taut, Tal guided the lovely young girl along his swollen dick, letting her explore and taste to her heart's content and listening for the wetness between her shapely legs.

Everything happened so quickly. One moment she was running, the next Alex found herself being halted by none other than her personal guard. She slowed, almost tripping over her skirt as she came to a stop before him. How she wished to be left alone! But the men were calling out to her, their comments worse than before as they gathered closer, surrounding her. She glanced around, realizing that a fair number had followed. As if she mattered. As if she were worth noticing.

The very idea...

Just then Kirturok spoke his threats. Alex confused why he'd go to such length to make them take leave. Wasn't the serving girl worth more of his efforts? Averting her eyes, she sniffled, feeling confused, hurt. She knew she had no right to these feelings, that she was being selfish, unfair. But she couldn't help it.

"I know of no other place," Alex confessed. It was true. She didn't know of too many places in Waterdeep by name. Her aunt and uncle had seen to that. She removed a handkerchief that had been hidden beneath her bodice, somehow tucked near her breasts. She brought the delicate lace to her eyes and dabbed gently. " There...there is a pond," she then said. "In the Palisades." Her cheeks reddened, her eyes unable to look into Kirturok's. "It's a park not far from here. It's quiet...there won't be anyone to serve you." She cringed at her last words, thoughts of that girl burned into her mind as Kirturok stared at her longingly with a lustful fire in his eyes. One she knew she'd never see.

~~~

Charlie did as she was told. While her head bobbed up and down, her hand slowly slid along the expanse of her belly until her fingers reached home and moved along her slick slit. A small groan escaped her mouth as she sucked on Tal's cock, the mix of tasting him and touching herself nearly unraveling her senses.

Her clit was swollen, a pulsing pebble as she gently rolled it between two fingers. Ugh, she'd never been so aroused! And her fingers were coated with her juices as she finally let them sink into her velvety folds to touch, feel, explore. Little sloshes sounded between her legs, each one confirming just how deep her lust actually went. There was no denying anything. She couldn't hide what was clearly evident for Tal to see and hear.

Slosh...slish...

Charlie continued to work on Tal's cock with her mouth, assaulting it with her tongue. His grip on her hair, the back of her neck...it was becoming possessive but that only served to heighten her desire.

"Tal..." Charlie begged in between sucks, her saliva dripping down her chin, her chest. Her hand was furious as it toyed with her cunt, fingers instinctually moving in and out as it opened to receive them with great ease. First it was one finger, then two. By the time she inserted three, she was going mad. "Tal..." she pleaded again, her hand on his thigh squeezing hard, nails biting into his flesh ever so slightly.

Kirturok still sensed that unease from Alex, that embarrassment. "Serve me? Oh, you mean the bar wench! Is that not her job" he asked, still trying to sort it in his mind. "I had no interest to mate with her Alex, and you seem to think that would be my purpose with her. I assure you, it is not." he told her, trying to set her mind at ease. "Her bosom... why would she display it like that? Is she looking to mate?" he asked, quite curious.

"The Palisades. I will take you there, but I am still hungry. Perhaps a vendor will have something we can eat?" he asked, and the growl from his stomach could be heard. "I will keep you safe Alex. I told you not to venture too far from my side. There is no telling what those men might have done. It would have led to your aunt having my balls, remember?"

He was trying to cheer her up and he extended a hand for her to take. Kirturok's manner was open and honest and he saw things in shades of black and white and very little gray. "So why did the woman at the Tin Whistle upset you so? Because she was flirting with me?" he asked, curious.


Tal's head dropped back again as Charlotte serviced him, sucking his cock as if it was something she'd dreamed of for a very long time. There was only a single conclusion; she had.

The soft shlick-shlick-shlick her her fingers as she played with her soaked sex told the tale as well, and he glanced down between her legs to see those three slender fingers buried into her swollen velvety pink. Add to that her words, and it was just too much.

Tal bent and reached down to grab her waist, pulling her up, her mouth coming off of his swollen shaft with a little pop, her lips tied to his shaft a moment with strings of saliva, though those fell away to her slickened tits, which jiggled entincingly as he moved her.

"C'mere Kitten." he intoned and wiped her mouth with one hand before he kissed her. It was their first real kiss and it was a myriad of things all in one. Wanton but measured, passionate yet subdued, fiery and still soft. His mouth plundered her own, tongue colliding with hers like a soft ocean wave, and it did not take a lot to feel her hot needful cunt slide along his cock and Tal felt that swollen pussy invite him and he accepted the invitation and sank into her, letting gravity pull her down onto him as she stretched around him and he filled her up. One hand slipped into her disheveled hair and he guided their kiss to best serve his needs as her body was impaled on his throbbing member.

A soft moan escaped into her mouth and soon Tal was nestled deep inside of her, his thickness throbbing against her inner wall sand his tip pressed at her cervix, her body unable to take any more of him. Not that he cared. The heat from him branded her insides like an iron and he encouraged her to ride him, to take her pleasure. The sound of how wet she was could be heard, that lovely wet squelch as her body welcomed him and he could feel her juices running down his balls and to the crack of his ass.

Her face on fire, Alex wasn't sure if she wanted to hide or just cry. She stared at Kirturok for several moments, dark eyes blinking rapidly as she dabbed at them with the lace handkerchief. How could this man—this beautiful man who no doubt had woman after woman throwing herself at him—not understand the subtleties, or even blatant attempts, of a woman trying to gain his attention?

And approval...

Was he merely trying to make her feel better? Or was this his way of apologizing for making her look silly in front of that girl, in front of...everyone. No matter Kirturok's reason, Alex's pride had been stung. She'd never forget the way that serving girl laughed at her in triumph.

"Mate? That's one way to put it," Alex muttered, but she didn't say more on that. Her face felt warm and having to admit that it bothered her suddenly seemed childish even if she couldn't help how she felt. She reached up and tugged on a dark curl all the while trying her best to hide the frown playing on her lips. "Though no doubt your approval was reward enough for her."

Alex stomped ahead slightly, but only a little. She heeded Kirturok's words about staying close this time even though she was infuriated, mortified and about ten other things. She just gave him a tiny nod when he suggested they find a vendor in the park to find some food to eat. The Palisades was riddled with them, so she didn't concern herself with that. For the moment, she needed to let her emotions cool down, subside...something. It was difficult with the man so close, his shadow engulfing her own as they walked. He then offered her his arm and she had half a mind to refuse after the way she'd been so shamefully slighted, humiliated to the point of tears.

Tears she had no right to shed.

Alex sighed and took Kirturok's extended hand. The moment she did, his next words took her by surprise and made her tummy flutter. They were bold and there was no way she could answer without giving herself and her reactions away. If this day couldn't get any worse!

"I..." Alex stumbled, her face twisting, her blush deepening, sweeping down her neck, her chest. Her heart began to pound hard and a frantic panic suddenly washed over her entire body. She hoped Kirturok couldn't sense her sudden nervousness as he seemed to see through her, calling her out on the tantrum she knew she was throwing. She glanced over at him briefly, but her eyes darted away quickly, her nerves getting the better of her as she winced sheepishly. No doubt he'd known the whole time and was waiting for the right moment gently break things to her so that any further damage could be lessened. But it was too late. She'd exposed herself to be a foolish girl, innocent and too sheltered to know where she stood in the eyes and minds of men. "I...yes!"

Alex's eyes stung with tears that threatened to fall. But she held them back, her handkerchief at the ready should one happen to fall.

"All right? Yes!" Alex shouted, her body tense as she wriggled and squirmed, trying to free herself from Kirturok's hand. "Are you happy now? There, add me to your list of silly conquests."

~~~

Charlie was undone when Tal reached for her and pulled her to him, his lips finding hers as he slowly impaled her along his thick cock. She kissed him back with feverish frenzy as she felt her body stretch, adjusting to accommodate his size. There was less pain than she expected, though she decided it was due to the excitement of their game, the way he'd riled her, had her all but begging as the need to be filled drove her to the brink of madness.

As Charlie adjusted, she smiled against Tal's lips. So long had she dreamed of this moment. Their moment. And it had come at last after so many years. Her hands went to grip his shoulders, keeping herself steady as she tried to ride a man—her man, her one and only—for the first time. She moved slowly, her body moving up his shaft until his tip just teased her entrance. Then, she moved back down with a slow squelch until she rested against him, her ass touching his balls. She shivered slightly and bit down on her lower lip as a low hiss sounded from her mouth.

Getting used to the sensations, the way Tal filled her and felt against her, Charlie began to pick up the pace. Already she'd been hot, her cunt seething and ready and so very wet. The faster she moved, the more heated she felt. The air smelled thick with sex, the sounds of her ass slapping against his balls loud as it mixed with the slosh of her juices pooling between them.

Moaning, Charlie let her head loll back, red hair cascading down her back and over her shoulders. Her breasts jiggled, bouncing happily as she rode Tal and enjoyed the flurry of sensation coursing through her body and pooling strongest at her clit. The tiny nub swelled blissfully, sweat forming a glittering sheen over her pale skin.

"Mmm..." Charlie groaned, her grip tightening, her hips bucking wildly as she arched and writhed while impaling herself over and over again.

The emotional changes in the girl were hard to keep up with and yet Kirturok was starting to get the picture. "You think I like that girl more than you?" he asked, a little incredulity in his tone. Then she was crying out and squirming and trying to get away and Kirturok refused to let her go.

"Conquest? You are no conquest." he told her quietly, and pulled her into him, his arms going around her as he held her a moment. "Do you not get it? I would lay down my life for you if you told me that was what you wanted. You do not serve me, Little One. I serve you."

This had not gone at all like what Kirturok had thought, and his mind was a jumble of emotions that he did not recognize, and yet there was one constant. Alexandria. He'd known the moment he saw her that he wanted to be with her, and yet it had taken her own outburst to get him to truly realize. A tinge of a smile on his face as he asked, "You are possessive, Little One. You desire me." It was more rhetorical than anything else, but it was his thoughts spoken aloud.

"Let us get some food and get to a quiet secluded spot in the Palisades. I want to kiss you but I fear your aunt might have spies upon us. She seems the sort." he told Alex and reached up to caress her cheek and said softly, "Dry your eyes Little One. There is nothing to be upset about."

Unless Alex made some objection Kirturok would escort her along the streets, taking in the colorful stalls and shops and the plethora of smells that wafted along the air, which was tinged constantly with a tang of salt from the sea. Paint on buildings peeling away because of that caustic substance in the air, and making everything look a little weathered. Which was how Kirturok felt. Weathered. And yet this little slip of a girl made him feel young again. The passion she showed, the mercurial moods she experienced, so like the youg person she was. It reminded him of what it was like to be that age and that he should take care when dealing with her. Her heart was already longing for him and they had just met. Promising himself right then that he would not break it, Kirturok tok her hand and twined his fingers with hers.

A short walk and he could see some smaller signs directing them to the Palisades, and as Alex had said, vendors lined the walk like flies. They were allowed all around the park, but not within it without special permit from the Magisters, the park meant to be a place of quiet and undisturbed nature. Rumors had it that the place was rife with nymphs and dryads and all manner of forest creatures. Kirturok didn't believe all of that but he had heard tales on his travels.

One of the vendors offered some freshly grilled meats on skewers, and some vegetables as well, and that was what Kirturok got for himself, and setteled for a large flagon of clear water. Alcohol was not something he thought wise to drink while with Alex, even though it rarely affected him. Once they had their food he would walk with her into the park and look for a good place for them to sit.

"Do you come here often?" Kirturok asked, curious. She seemed so excited to be out and about. With a gesture he led them down a small path and soon thay arrived at a secluded spot next to e alittle pond under the shade of some trees.


Tal moaned underneath the girl. The girl he'd watched grow up through the years, and he grunted as she rode his cock, her cunt almost impossibly tight but sopping wet. Her hips rose and fell in a wild rhythm and he could feel her sweet sex clamping down, milking him. Tal wasn't ready to spill himself just yet and with a grunt he lifted and rolled, keeping her stretched on him but putting her on her back.

Grinning down at her, her red hair spread around her, her tits bouncing gently as he put her there, Tal's eyes gleamed. "You like this cock, don't you Charlie. You've been waiting for it for a long time. I've seen the looks. Now that you have it, what do you think?"

It was atease of course, and even as she would open her mouth to answer he pulled out and then slammed back into her, taking her breath away and watching her breasts bounce.

Every time she might start to speak he would repeat this action, looming over her in that ages old position, gazing down at her with want and lust-darkened eyes. Now it was his turn to control the pace and he started slow. Excruciatingly slow. She was still so wet and those noises were wonderful, and he could tell her juices dripped down his balls still and coated her ass. Then he started to speed up, and watched as her body bounced and her tits rolled from his thrusts. Tal grabbed one of her hands and placed it on her swollen pussy, fingers pressed to her clit, trusting her to know what to do. "Cum for me Kitten. Cum all over my cock baby." he told her, and continued to fuck her, reveling in how tight and wet and hot her near virgin cunt was.

He served her? Kirturok actually served her, would die for her? It overwhelmed Alex to hear such powerful words leaving his mouth. She felt dizzy, her knees going weak and threatening to collapse as he suddenly drew her into his strong embrace. Without realizing it, she was leaning into him, fitting against him like it was the most natural thing in the world. His body was hard and warm, his arms steadfast and solid. But she was speechless, stunned that he'd say such things after only moments ago making eyes with some girl who flashed a little skin and gave him a glance of approval.

Pushing that image far from her mind, Alex buried her face against Kirturok, forgetting herself for a moment as he held her. He spoke so plainly, nothing subtle or a guess about what he was thinking, seeing as she cried against him. He spoke the truth of the situation, that reality she was embarrassed to face yet he was able without reservation at all. Just what sort of man was he? She pushed away slightly and looked up into his eyes as he whispered soothingly, easing her fears of rejection by confessing his desires toward her.

Was this real? Alex hardly knew. But Kirturok was bold and blunt, not once did he flinch or seem unsure. He smiled at her, wiped away her tears and soon they were heading toward the Palisades.

Kirturok had purchased some food from the vendors as they walked, she some cinnamon rolls, a carton of succulent strawberries—the ruby red berries a favorite of hers—along with some water. Her mouth watered at the sight of the fruit she held, helping to erase some of the awful memory of that girl as she'd flaunted herself and Kirturok had only seemed to approve. But she didn't want to remember that, to remember how terrible and insignificant she'd felt. Instead, she breathed in the aroma of the flowers blossoming on the trees. Oh, she could feel the magic of the place swelling about her. Then, she always could. It was as if the place called to her blood, made it sing.

"I...I come here when I can," Alex answered Kirturok as they settled themselves in a secluded area near her favorite pond. The water looked especially pretty, the sun glittering off its surface like drops of gold. Carefully, she set down her purchases and reached for a strawberry. Biting down on her lower lip, she offered one to Kirturok.

What he must think of her! Alex's heart beat quickly, her tummy a flutter of nerves. Kirturok had asked about finding a secluded place, confessing his desires, his...and once again she was dreaming. Catching herself, she cut the fantasy short, not wanting to embarrass herself more than she already had.

"Try one," Alex said as she held the fruit out for Kirturok. "They're delicious. A most divine treat."

~~~

Before Charlie knew it, Tal shifted and moved her onto her back. She looked up into his eyes, her own glazed with lust as she writhed beneath him. He had her right where he wanted her, balancing on the edge of ecstasy as her body screamed in agony for release. But she wasn't going to get it and he was going to make her work for it.

Beg.

"I...mmm...I...nnghh..." Charlie's moans were loud, inappropriate and totally out of her control as Tal moved above her. In and out and in again. He taunted and teased, his thrusts getting harder, faster, more. Oh she was on fire! So close, her body needing to cum right then and now!

Charlie's breasts bounced uncontrollably, her one hand dipping down to touch her swollen clit as Tal told her to do so. He wanted her to cum, told her to! And she was going to...for him! She was unbelievably wet, wetter than she'd ever felt herself get. Then again, all she'd had were daydreams. They hardly compared to this! The intensity was rising, the burn deep inside growing. She didn't think she could take any more as he pounded against her, her fingers working her clit furiously.

Just then, Charlie felt it—the point of no return. She took tiny panting breaths, soft gasps as she moaned wildly, her body already trembling. Her cunt was opening wider, taking him all as she let out a scream before it finally tightened, pulsing hard about his cock as her juices gushed all over her hand. Shaking, legs quivering, she whimpered softly as Tal continued his assault against her cunt.

Lost in the moment, dazed at how she'd spurted against her own hand, a puddle of her own cum dripping beneath her and down her ass crack, she looked up into Tal's eyes. "Fuck me, Tal," she said. "Please, fuck me." She was begging for more. "Cover me in your cum like I know you've wanted to...mmm...please...please!" Again she spurted against her hand, her bed ruined. "Oh god, Tal! Please!"

Kirturok set aside his weapon in easy reach and was about to start eating when Alex offered him a piece of fruit. The way she bit the plump of her lower lip and the way she offered the fruit stirred something in him. He had spoken the truth to her, that he would protect her and that he served her. It was his duty and his honor that dictated such things. Though he knew she had taken it another way. Now, sitting here with her, his observed her more fully. She was very pretty, and seemed to have a kind and tender heart. It was very endearing and he felt torn suddenly.

As a man he wanted her. What man would not? He could understand now why the men on the street called out to her. Fools they were, and simple in their ways. Yet he could understand. She was worth it. On the other hand she was his ward, in his care, and to violate that would be wrong. Wouldn't it?

Kirturok leaned forward and took the berry into his mouth, his eyes never leaving Alex's, and his lips touched upon the tips of her fingers. "Mmmmm..." he hummed as the sweet juice dribbled down his throat and some actually slid down his chin.


Tal railed into Charlie hard, her cries and pleading only furthering his desire, and the warm flood of fluids between her legs made him grin wickedly. Her cunt clamped down around his thick throbbing cock and Tal grunted out in his exertion as it almost seemed like her body might be trying to push him out she became so tight.

"Yes Kitten.... you're mine now... and I have thought many times of spilling myself all over you, covering you with my lust." Tal said and pumped deep into her, and Charlie would be able to feel his cock throbbing as he drew closer to his own climax.

Tal growled, low and deep, and pulled out of Charlie with a schlick, her cutn was so wet, and he brought her hand from her swollen clit to his cock, wrapping her fingers about him, and he held her wrist and directed her as he had her stroke his cock to finish him off. Why do it himself when Charlie was so beautiful and so willing?

Tal's eyes stayed on hers and he shuddered and the first powerful spurt of his hot sticky cum jetted from the tip of his dick, splattering up along her belly and between her tits. Then the next came, not as powerful, and filling her navel and leaving a line of white fluid down to the swollen mound of her sex. Then another and another, and Tal spent himself, emptying his balls into her flat taut tummy, between her breasta dn finally dripping and dribbling all over her swollen, pink and well-fucked cunt.

Looking down Tal smiled and shifted, moving up Charlie's body so he straddled her chest, his balls resting between her breasts as the tip of his softening cock was presented to her, several drops of white spunk still on the tip and underside where it leaked from him. "Suck me clean Kitten, get every drop. But don't you dare touch a drop on yourself. You leave that right where it's at, my little Pet, and don't wash it off all day."

As Alex held the succulent berry out for Kirturok to try, she hadn't expected him to lean forward and take the treat from her hand with his mouth. The gesture was subtle, yet carried all the heat and weight that made her insides tense. His lips brushed against her fingers, gentle yet beckoning. She wondered what those lips would feel like upon her palm, her wrist, her... Just then her breath caught in her throat and she looked away from his smoldering gaze. The tension she felt was palpable, though she wasn't sure if it was in her head or something real. She'd always doubt after what had transpired at the Tin Whistle, his eyes so easily lured to another.

But had she been trying to entice her new chaperone? Alex had to admit that it hadn't been her initial intention and she still knew she had no right to be upset or jealous. He'd made no claim over her or stated his intentions, so who was she other than the Magisters' niece?

Just a silly, wanting girl.

Alex turned her eyes back upon Kirturok and she caught sight of the juice dripping down along his chin. Her cheeks flushed and she reached for her handkerchief, which she'd tucked back into her bodice. It had been tucked back into the bodice of her gown. Her delicate fingers moved between her breasts and began to pull the lacy fabric free, letting it slide along the blushing swells as she inched closer. When the handkerchief was free, she dabbed it against his chin, soaking up the red juice as she cleaned him up.

"You don't want to look a mess," Alex said with a shy smile, her breaths quickening as she brought the handkerchief back toward her chest to put it back into its stowing place.

~~~

"All yours...all yours..." Charlie panted as Tal stated his claim. She'd already known, always known, but now it was out and there was no going back. Her fingers remained on her clit as she looked up at him, blue eyes wide and full of wonder. Her cunt was throbbing hard around him, his thrusts furious as he fucked her hard. She'd never forget this moment, not as long as she lived.

Suddenly, Tal pulled out. The loss of his cock inside her heaving cunt made her whimper in protest, though she'd wanted him to spill his cum all over her, searing her skin, marking her fully. Unable to help herself, she inserted a finger, thrusting it inside herself while the others continued their play, massaging her aching clit. Oh, she was going to cum again! How was this even possible! Then looking up into Tal's dark gaze, she knew exactly how it was. Eager, desperate moans filled the room as she waited for him cover her with his cream. As the first spurt finally touched her skin, she let out another scream, a rush of her juices flooding her hand. She clamped her eyes shut as she arched hard and took the assault of cum all over her body. Completely covered, her body slowly starting to settle, she fluttered her eyes open and looked up into his face.

Tal wanted her to stay this way, messy and marked, to be reminded of what they'd done. She hardly had any objections though she hoped her father didn't find out...yet. He'd probably have words knowing his baby girl was no longer a girl...but a woman—Tal's woman.

Charlie nodded as she watched Tal shift above her, her hands moving to accommodate him better. Her eyes then focused on his cock resting perfectly between her breasts. Without thought, she craned her neck and let her tongue slip out from between her lips so that it could once again taste him. He was salty, the cum on his cock thick and hot. She propped herself up on her elbows in order to get a better angle, the want to please ever present. Her fingers wrapped about his shaft, gentle strokes, moving him closer. Slowly, she sucked him into her mouth, her tongue swirling about as she licked him clean. She let her tongue run along the sides of his shaft, her body twisting to taste more until the tip of her tongue brushed lightly against his balls. She looked up at him, her red hair a tangled mess about her face, her body sated and spent beneath him as she slurped and swallowed the cum from his cock. She was a mess, but she hardly cared. She was his now and she wanted everyone to know it.

Kirturok looked at her with surprise at first, hearing her breath catch in her throat as it did, and then the flush of color and heat to her cheeks as well. Did everything make this girl blush? Kirturok smiled then and watched as her hands pulled a handkerchief from between her breasts to dab juice from his chin. He allowed his eyes to stay on her bosom for a moment and then, as if it was a certain sort of epiphany he leaned toward Alex and said, "Your breasts are very nice m'Lady. As nice as the girl in the Tin Whistle easily." he told her, hopign that the compliement would appease her sensensibility and lift her self-worth.

"Very nice indeed." he said and gave her a wink. "And your berries are very sweet and juicy. Succulent even." He was unsure if he was flirting correctly, but Kirturok hoped to see her blush.


Tal could not help but grin as her body arched and he heard her slide a finger into her tight cunt, fingering herself as he emptied himself onto her,a nd then another cry as his seed hit her skin.

Charlotte rose to the occasion and Tal smiled at her as she eagerly, greedily, sucked and slurped on his spent cock, and he shuddered and knew that if he stayed like this his passions would rise again. So to speak. "Good Kitten." he said, and stroked her lovely hair and helped her hold her head up, her soft breasts caressing his balls and the insides of his thighs as she suckled on his dick to fulfill his request of her.

Slowly Tal reached down and pulled his cock from her mouth, letting the tip drag down her chin and under it and to her throat, leaving a slender trail of a mixture of his essence and her saliva. "You may fix your hair, and be presentable, but you're not to wash your body until tonight. I'll be coming to see you again my Kitten, and yet for now we must get to the market." It was spoken calmly, almost as if nothing had happened between them, though they both knew that was not true.

Tal leaned down and caught her chin in his hands and his eyes settled on hers. He spoke three words then to her, three words that all women longed to hear.

"You. Are. Mine."

Alex tucked the last of the lace away, her hands slowly moving to her lap as she lifted her head and her dark eyes saw Kirturok's gaze fixed upon her chest. A fire began to burn deep within her core. Was she in over her head? Playing a game where only this man knew the rules? She suddenly found it difficult to breathe and the need to run overwhelmed her. Her lower lip jutted out, quivering slightly as she tried to form words. Words that refused to come as her thoughts spun wild, furious that he'd dare compare her—again—to that girl!

The songs of the birds chirping around them were suddenly too loud, the sun too bright as Alex's hands began to tremble in her lap. She grasped the dark green ribbon trying to still them. But it was no use. Nothing could wash these feelings away. Unable to stand it, she let the carton of berries fall beside her bag of cinnamon rolls and took off along the shoreline of the pond. She'd had enough of chaperones and embarrassment. She'd just go home and lock the door, never venture out ever again. Better to wither away alone than endure this kind of torment. This...cruelty!

Tears streaming down her cheeks, Alex knew her Aunt Lydia had won hiring this man to bed chaperone. Not only did the woman win a battle, she won the entire war.

~~~

Tal's words seared Charlie's mind as he spoke them, his tone firm and oh so serious. She knew this wasn't one of their games, not right now. Not with the way he was looking at her, his hand holding her face in place so she had no choice but to look into his eyes. She felt weak, ready to fall on her knees before him. No. This wasn't a time to cross him. This was a time to obey. Besides, she was proud of their mess, the way his cum clung to her pale flesh in shimmering streaks. Her own juices also lingered, a testament to her own pent up desire.

Charlie just nodded, her blue eyes barely blinking as she slowly slithered away and dressed herself. She found a drapey blouse, one she'd seen Tal eye her in before when she'd worn it. The fabric was sheer, giving just a glimpse of the flesh that was hidden underneath. She then went for her trousers. As she bent over, she could still feel the warmth of Tal's earlier spanks lingering on her ass, making her feel like he was close...touching her. She pulled them on, not bothering with underwear. After all, Tal said he'd come for her...later.

And oh did she believe him!

Once dressed, Charlie reached for her brush and began to attempt taming the wild red tangle atop her head. It was a mess, just like her body underneath her clothes. As she brushed her hair, she could smell the strong scent of sex in the air. Her bed sheets were soaked and the ache between her legs felt pleasant. Nothing could ruin this day.

If only she didn't have to go to the market.

He caught the flushing of her cheeks and then the trembling and then ther she went. Again. The girl seemed to run from anything embarassing or upsetting in the slightest. He'd actually complimented her bosom and there she was, skirts flying behind her as she ran along the grass. With a sigh Kirturok stood and hurried after her. It was not hard to catch her and he caught her by one arm and about the waist and twirled her to face him, her feet off the ground a few inches as he lifted her until her chest, the breasts he'd just spoken of, pressed to the hard planes of his chest.

"Alexandria... please... quit running from me. It was meant as a compliment to you. You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, and I would never disparage you or seem to besmirch you." he said, and his tone confirmed the veracity of his words. "Please, don't run from me." he said again and his dark eyes settled warmly on hers.

Then, on an impulse, Kirturok tilted his head down and kissed her. It was almost chaste. Almost. His lips pressed to hers, slightly open, and he kissed her for several seconds, warm and slow and soft, and as he broke the kiss he spoke to her in a whisper. "No running." That was all he said and he set her back on the ground.


Tal watched as Charlotte pulled on some clothing, smiling at her choices, and he began to dress as well. The family heirloom that hung about his neck was tucked into his shirt. He'd not taken it off during their little escapade - in fact Tal never took it off. He observed her brushing her hair, but it would still be a little wild. Like her. Just the thought of her beneath him brought a smile. She was a goddess, and yet she bowed to him.

Moving up behind her he found her hips with his hands and whispered to her, "You are exquisite, Kitten." he told her and gave her ass a playful sap and checked his pants and boots, his sword as well and then said, "I'll walk you to the market today." as if that was a foregone conclusion...

Outside, the sun was warm, the breeze salty and lively and the sounds of the city surrounded them. Walking to the huge markey square was a pleasant one and Tal stayed close to her, but did not escort her proper. He knew that would have been met with her usual sarcastic derision, and so he simply stayed close. in short order her father could be seen and he waved at them from where he had set up their little stall, selling various mechanical knick-knacks and handmade items. Not true machina like the days of old, but things that would still make life easier.

Her father waved. "Charlie! I thought you weren't gong to make it." A look at her hair and a knowing smile. "Sleepyhead." he said simply and then beamed at Talathorn. "Thank you for bringing her here my friend." he told Tal, to which the other man waved off the thanks.