Isekai Adventure
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We were taken to the palace of the lord paramount in Tresens, which was a fortified estate. If what Mariska said was to be believed, it was also a former temple to Malgarath himself. The thought set a shiver up my spine. I don’t know what will happen to Malgarath now ... Ashryn’s little myth seemed to imply that the gods are totally unkillable by mortal hands, but who knows if she’s accurate. I mean, that sounds like something a god would totally tell a cleric to say.
Well, I could at least hope that he was out of the way for now.
The wagon rolled through the gates and to the front of the main building. Ashryn and Katriana were helping me to the ground when some servants came out to greet us. The wagon driver delivered the instructions, “These are the honoured guests of Lord Paramount Harelmaine, they are to be given a suite of rooms to themselves and their every need seen to.”
Fairly innocuous instructions, but there were audible gasps and one of the older maids fainted when “Lord Paramount Harlemaine” was mentioned. I guess work of the previous lord paramount’s death hadn’t reached here until now.
Also, more to the point- Hawkins’ first name was Harlemaine? Poor bastard.
Either way, once they collected themselves and the fainted maid was taken away to recover, we were taken into the manor, and whisked away to our rooms. It was a small courtyard, partly covered with a canopy, around which there was a portico with eight bedrooms branching off of it. The canopied part of the courtyard was a comfortable looking seating area with a stone firepit, while the uncovered bit was was a small garden.
One of the maids curtsied as we took this all in. “Will there anything be else, sir and madams?”
“Well, actually, I-” I began, when Calliope gently took me by shoulder and lead me away. Katriana took my place, and continued without missing a beat, asked for Bekker and our belonging to be retrieved from the Lazy Ox.
Calliope, leading me to one of the chairs, sat me down and said, “Sorry, but I know how some men react to a maid in uniform, and, well...”
“Well?” I asked.
“I don’t want to have to share you with ... some maid,” she said, “I agree with Katriana’s point of view, where we have to make sure that you only lay with ... quality people. So, don’t mind us if we screen some of the women you interact, okay?”
Apparently a conspiracy was afoot with my lovers. I had to tread carefully if I was to continue with my harem plan.
“Yes, well, that’s fine and all,” I said thoughtfully, even though it kind of wasn’t, “But all I wanted was some water, which none of you have bothered to get me since I asked for it back at the arena.”
She at least had the grace to wince visibly. “I’ll, um, look for some water for you,” she replied, and scurried off to look in one of the bedrooms.
We were left there for most of the day, and while I did get a drink, it was only when the servants dropped off platters of fruit, cold cuts and cheeses, along with pitchers of wine and sweet tea for us to enjoy.
The immediate lack of comforts, it turns out, probably had to do with the fact that we were a relatively large party of unexpected guests. The beds in each of the rooms were unmade, bare mattresses that maids showed up later that day to make up with fresh sheets. Everything was well kept, but unlike the inn, it seem this space was on standby until guests were expected.
The bedrooms were a little disappointing to me. They were little rooms, comfortable for one person but crowded for two, with a writing desk, double bed, and space for a chest. Maybe we could squeeze three of us into one, but it would have been like the one night the four of us slept in the larger bed at the inn- crowded and uncomfortable. While the courtyard with it’s sitting area and all was very nice, the individual rooms were very lacking compared to what I had gotten used to.
Bekker eventually arrived, along with a pair of stablehands carrying my chest and a line of other servants bringing in our various packs, bags and other accoutrements we left at the inn. Immediately, he took a look around, taking everything and began delivering orders to the lord paramount’s own staff like he had been our butler for years instead of a couple days. He found everything unacceptable- the fact that we hadn’t been offered baths to wash off the soot, the fact that we we hadn’t been offered bread and salt- some kind of hospitality rule, I suppose- he even found parts of the bedrooms that were insufficiently dusted. Needless to say, the lord paramount’s servants snapped to and soon we were served even more food, told that we could expect a bath shortly, and even asked what our preferences for dinner would be.
To be totally fair to the staff at the palace, they had just found out their lord had died and maybe had his soul devoured by a dark god.
It was a long afternoon, and much of it was spent filling in Bekker on everything that had happened. Only Enna was really in good cheer, and she had walked out to explore the palace pretty early on. The rest of us had gotten cleaned up, rested and were enjoying our little fire over some wine. Every time I saw Ashryn or Katriana drinking more, I winced, but what could I say that wouldn’t be breaking the rules?
As the night wore on, my first instinct was to take Ashryn to bed and make a snarky remark about leaving Calliope and Katriana needing to discuss keeping me away from women. But ... if I wanted a harem, that involved putting in the work. That is, keeping in mind the emotions of the girls. I couldn’t just act like an asshole because it was cathartic.
Instead, maybe they deserved a little subtle reminder?
I cleared my throat. “Um, Ashryn, where does Calliope fit into your prophecy?”
“Oh!” Ashryn seemed excited for the topic of conversation to fall on one of her specialities, “I think she’s the Maiden of Battles. After all, she was a maiden when you met her, and got ambushed directly after, right?”
“Yeah, but we were all virgins,” Katriana said, blushing a little, “And we’ve all seen battle. I thought you said you were going to be certain about this prophecy thing.”
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It was extremely boring. Sitting there, talking as little as possible, waiting for hours. Or at least what seemed like hours. Finally, there was a sharp rapping on the door, one that got all of us (except Calliope and Bekker) scrambling up to our feet as quietly as possible. “Hey, old man! Is Thronric in there with you? How long does it take to check for some stupid rats?” All our eyes (except Calliope’s) descended on the old butler. He cleared his throat. “Some of these casks are quite...
I put a soft hand on Katriana’s shoulder. “Sister ... take this, and go trade with Voss. You can secure our escape route while we continue on with him.” I handed her the runic greatsword that the lead hobgoblin had, safely sheathed now that Enna had cut the scabbard free of his back. Chances are it was some kind of magic- these hobgoblins didn’t seem to be fond of embellishments or artistry in their weapons, so I’m guessing the runes were there for a purpose, The leader also had a small vial...
I looked around at my other party members. Voss just gave a helpless shrug. Enna was mopping her her scalp wound with a bit of fabric ripped off the lord’s satin cape. I looked back to Ashryn. “Sorry, you’re going to have to back up. God of destruction sounds bad, but is it kinda bad or is it very bad?” Ashryn looked pouty for a moment- was she annoyed with me?- before taking a deep breath. “The All-Fathered created the earth-goddess Cyona after Lathlys, the celestial goddess, proved too...
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I pulled on my robe, thoughtfully left out by Bekker while we were sleeping, and headed out into the courtyard, where I was greeted with applause. Enna was seated on one of the couches under the pavilion, grinning at me and clapping her hands. “Y’know, if I hear another performance like that, I’m going to be gettin’ in line, m’lord!” I flushed, embarrassed. Everyone else was already up, Calliope giving me a cool look as she studied her spellbook under the pavilion, Katriana giving me a...
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Tonight is the night. We’ve been talking about flashing for quite a while and I’ve finally worked myself up to it. We’re going to a local restaurant where I am going to display myself and then I’m going to be filled with hubby’s cum in the parking lot. I’ve gone out without panties before but never to bare myself as I will tonight. The closest we’ve come to this before was when we used to have a remote egg vibe that he always made sure he turned on when the waiter would come for our order. I...
dear to whomsoever it may concern: I being of the person of I myself am no longer much interested in porn like I use to be, well mainly, or mostly being as it is for some, or such reason/s, &/or purpose/s for the person of my same self having said so is being that for one thing I have this rather ignorant, insane, &/or impolite, or in other words stupid, sick, sadistic, &/or rude, faggotty, cowardly-bully, terrorist-wannabe, creep-&-a-weirdo, elstupido-dumbkoff, sicko-psycho,...
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Medway High School, Arva, Ontario 8:47am, Monday, November 26, 1979 “As most of you know by now, our girls’ basketball team won ... no, they dominated ... the double-A Ontario basketball championship in Guelph on Friday and Saturday,” Mr. Williamson said from our gym’s stage. After a brief announcement in our homeroom, the whole school was brought down to the gym for this set of morning announcements and championship celebratory event. “In case you didn’t know this, these girls, along with...
Chapter 9: Vampiric Hungers by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 The demon Jezebel lurked in the depths of Father Augustine's soul. Her corrupted priest drove the gray church van into the slumbering city of Chicago. In the back, amid the weapons designed to fight vampires, lay the three enslaved women dominated by the priest. They were both his whores and his unholy champions. Demonic powers lurked in the souls of the women. They would kill the vampiric threats to Jezebel's client Faust....
Hello, I am a thirteen year old boy. This is a FICTITIOUS STORYabout a boy named Nathaniel and he is an only c***d & he is going on a camping trip with his mom.To describe her a bit I would say that she is healthy looking and in good shape. She is 35 years old, 5ft7in, 110lbs, brunette and has blue-green eyes.Mom and I have always been very close. And she wakes me up every morning. She is attractive but I have never focused on her in a sexual way. She had a very nice figure with firm,...
Hi, Kimmie and I have written our story before on here but it has vanished some how.Please have patience with this first part of our story. We want to give you the backgroundinformation that will make the followup sections of our life much easier to understand andenjoy what is told. The "juicy" stuff that everyone on here enjoys will be in the later parts.We are going to attempt to retell what our joint life has been like, be it the GREAT timesor the really bad times. At this present time we...