The Knight and the Acolyte Book 4, Chapter 3: Virgin Delight by mypenname3000
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Angela and her compaions enjoy a pair of virgins as they travel south. , The Knight and the Acolyte
Chapter Three: Virgin Delight
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016
Journeyman Mage Faoril – Esh-Esh, The Magery of Thosi
The market place before the docks on Lake Esh bustled with travelers, locals, and merchants, a vast, busy tide that ebbed and flowed. I walked with Thrak, he crowds paring before my orcish lover like the waves before the knifing prow of a ship. Everyone gave the huge, hulking, ferocious, barbaric Thrak a wide birth, the already pale, Thosian faces growing even whiter as they hurried by.
It amused Thrak. A smile crossed his lips studded with bone piercings.
The summer heat gripped Esh-Esh, but the cool breeze off the lake helped to mitigate the heat of the sun’s rays. My eyes were supposed to be moving through the assembled shops, but my gaze kept shooting to the ivory pillar of the Collegiate Tower that dominated the city. Its golden beacon was second only in brilliance to the sun setting over the lake.
I missed the Tower. I had dreamed of spending my days their in research as a Master Mage, discovering new ways to utilize the five elements. Eventually, I would have joined the Magery Council and administer the affairs of Thosi and the Mages trained by the Tower.
I did not look out at the lake where the Island lay. I would not linger on my abject failure that cost me my chance to become a Master and done the black robes. I was stuck in the red. But if the Quest succeeded, and I cast the Ritual of Reclamation on the Altar of Souls and reforged the High King’s Sword, I would prove that I had the skills to at least take the test to be a Master again.
“You keep staring at the tower,” Thrak rumbled.
“I know,” I flushed, prying my eyes away.
“It’s hard to let go of that which we love.” His voice was tinged with the melancholy of his wife’s passing. Twice he had lost her.
“Very hard.” I took a deep breath. I needed to focus. I hoped to find a map among the many merchants that sold books and parchments. The Dwarven Kingdom of Modan that had fallen 207 years ago, so it would be difficult to find one. Modan was the only place that adamantium, the metal which the blade was crafted from, could be found.
But the dwarven mines were lost to a great evil that broke their kingdom’s back. I tried not to dwell on what our next step in the Quest entailed. Descending into the tunnels of Modan to find any ore would be as dangerous as facing the Dragon Dominari at the Quest’s end.
Maybe more so. At least we knew what we faced with Dominari. No one knew what befell Modan.
I stopped at the next book vendor. With the Magery Council and a college to train new mages in Esh-Esh, any oddity, artifact, object, or old knowledge was brought to the city in the hope that a mage would find value in it.
It made reasonable sense.
That was why we had detoured to Esh-Esh instead of taking the slightly straighter route from Allenoth south to the Lesh-Ke Mountains. If I had my wits about me, we would have procured the map before leaving Esh-Esh.
But I had been…fragile then.
Since we left the orc lands ten days back, our journey south, retracing the very steps we took north, had been uneventful. Fireeyes was truly dead, and we did not have his machinations dodging our steps and causing us problems. And so far, the other two Erinyes had not appeared to harass us. They must be cautious after Angela dealt with Injuriae so resoundingly. From Esh-Esh, we would follow the highway southeast to Miliiath Pass in the Kingdom of Haz, passing through the town of Lor-Khev. In the pass, we would find the ruins of Khan, the fortress guarding the entrance to the underground dwarven kingdom.
“So you’re back,” a woman sneered. “And in the company of a brute.”
My back stiffened. I grit my teeth as I turned to face Saoria, my former friend and roommate before she let her success at the mage’s test go to her swollen head. She stood in her black robes, her long, dark-brown hair falling about her shoulders, her silver piercing glinting on her eyebrow.
“Master Mage,” I nodded, gritting my teeth. I had to show respect.
Saoria strolled forward, her naked simulacrum—all master mages were gifted one by the college—trailed after her. He was a sculpted, handsome man without any hair on his body, his cock hard and thrusting before him. He carried a crate loaded in Saoria’s purchases.
“Mmm, wherever did you find this…specimen?” asked Saoria as she strolled up to Thrak, her eyes hungrily sliding up and down his body.
“Oh, just a simple journey to Murathi,” I shrugged. “Nothing too dangerous.”
Saoria arched an eyebrow. “And you brought a housebroken orc back with you.”
“Housebroken?” rumbled Thrak, his arms folding across his chest. His swarthy skin bulged as his muscles rippled. “Maybe I tamed the little mage and she dances for me.”
“Thrak,” I groaned, my cheeks blushing.
Saoria glanced down at his kilt. “I’ve heard orcs are impressive. Faoril always was such a slut for a hard cock.”
“I’ve heard it’s the other way around,” Thrak said, his hand lashing out and grasping Saoria’s wrist. Before the master mage could react, he jerked her hand to the front of the kilt. “I hear you have a hot pussy always craving larger pleasures. You won’t find larger than mine.”
Saoria’s hand squeezed at my lover’s growing hardness. I folded my arms, my stomach squirming. I did not like this one bit. Saoria licked her lips as the bulge swelled beneath Thrak’s kilt. Her hand traced his length.
“That is no idle boast,” Saoria purred. “I’ve oft wanted to study your race. Perhaps you’d care to return to the tower and allow me to examine and perform a few harmless tests on your impressive specimen.”
I opened my mouth to object, but Thrak rumbled, “With your slutty pussy?”
Saoria let out a rich laugh. “And maybe other parts of me.”
“And why would I want an ugly, bony hag sucking on my cock?” Thrak asked. “And I can only imagine the diseases crawling around your whorish cunt.”
Saoria’s face reddened. She released his cock and her hand shot down to a pocket. She produced a vial of cum, no doubt from her placid simulacrum’s balls, and brought it halfway to her lips before she paused, her eyes flicking to me.
“You weren’t about to use magic aggressively in Esh-Esh, were you?” I asked sweetly. “All because a male rejected your whorish advances?”
Saoria shoved her vial back into her pocket. “I would do no such thing,” she hissed. “Tell me, Faoril, how much does it cost Thrak to buy your…services?”
“Oh, Thrak doesn’t have to buy my services,” I smiled. “I’m eager to submit to him. After all, you’ve felt how impressive he is. And trust me, all the stories are true. You’ve never had a lover until you’ve bedded an orc. Maybe you should go north and find one for yourself. I’m sure there’s a few that wouldn’t mind sticking it into your toxic cunt.”
“Do you forget your place, Journeyman,” snarled Saoria. “I am a Master Mage.”