Were waiting in the RP's. On the Land of Urizal, some stuff has passed but this is what you have to respond to
The skeleton would fall, unable to get up anymore. A little ways away Ainz would lift the undead leading the attack and tear it in half, letting out a mighty roar. Now with the commander dead, the undead would start retreating. The brute skeleton would seemingly give up and remain unmoving. Morgan would move to Emersas aid. "Mi-miss Emersa, may I see your hand? I'd like to properly bandage it if you may." He said as he took out some bandages.
Margaret was on her way to a village's library "I hope they have what I'm looking for" she said, walking inside and immediately searching for the Elemental section of spell books, "Got it!" she said, gathering three different books and sitting down at a nearby desk
Gaynor opened the door, his back weighed down with his multitude of notes he had acquired on his most recent journey. he glanced at the librarian, who proceeded to gather a series of pens and inkwells from below her desk. "starting a new one, or continuing the last book?" she asked him. "continuing." She stood up and directed him to the largest available table. " I'll go get it, then." she stood and walked to the nearby shelves, searching for the book on ingnis. when she didn't find it, she walked over to Margaret and asked "excuse me, you wouldn't happen to have the encyclopedia ingnium there, would you?
Margaret glanced up at the librarian, then searched for the encyclopedia she was asking for, "Here you are" she said, handing the librarian the encyclopedia "Is someone looking for it? If so, I must say that their research is extremely accurate" Margaret said, packing up her things and following the librarian "I hope you don't mind me, I would love to meet the author of this book if they're here" Margaret was excited, she was smiling and blushing as she continued to follow the librarian
"as a matter, of fact, he is. I do believe that he is working on updating some of his notes." she led Margaret through the shelves to where Gaynor was already sorting through his stacks of paper. when he saw Margaret and the librarian, he looks up with a warm smile. "hello there. I see you have a few of my books there. Are you a mage?" he asks "if so, I would love to know what you have to say about them. my books, that is." he gestured to his pile of papers nearby.
Margaret sat down and pulled out her own research and notes"I actually am a mage. My name is Margaret Stone, but you may call me Margaret" she said, pulling out one final book and a few quills followed by an inkwell. "I was wondering if you and I could transfer information about the different classifications of magic"
"Thank you, I really appreciate it!" she said taking a few of Gaynor's papers and adding the information into one of her research journals, 'It's so hard to find others who enjoy researching just like me' she thought to herself as she continued writing down the information "So... How long have you been researching?" Margaret asked, glancing up at Gaynor, then back at her work
Meanwhile, two Hellhounds were on their way to the village "How much longer?" one of the Hellhounds asked, before being pinned down by the other "I told you, be patient!" the other Hellhound replied, aggressively pressing her ass on the other's face
"That's a decent amount of years which one can study, but I've been studying magic since I was twelve... I believe, anyway... Do you plan on leaving this town again, I'd love to come with you when you do!" Margaret said, her tail moving a bit from her excitement
"yes, I do plan on leaving here. although, I think that I will stay for a night or two while I update my notes. But I suppose that you could come along if you like. after all, I could use the company, or at least, someone other than these two." a pair of elemental sprites floated out of one of his pockets, one being air, the other fire. "I have been working on manipulating Demonic energy as of recently, and so far my experiments have been successful, to some extent. these two remain free of demonic energy, but in the process, it has to travel to another living creature. so it has it's setbacks."
"Fascinating. If you want, I could help you with your research... I've been studying Demonic Energy as well, but I found something even more interesting... There appear to be some cases of male Mamono!" Margaret said with plenty of excitement, the librarian peeked around the corner "Shhh! People are trying to read!" she said as quietly as she could, but was loud enough to where Margaret could hear her, "My apologies" Margaret replied pushing her glasses further up her nose' bridge.
Meanwhile, the two Hellhounds had made it to the village "Do you smell a man?" one of the Hellhounds asked, "Too many!" the other replied, her pussy already throbbing from the pure scent of potential mates "You find your own, I'll take mine!" she said, sneaking away. The other Hellhound had found an open window and walked in, spotting the librarian and kidnapping her "Shh. My older sister doesn't like me playing dress-up, but I'll just be bothering your clothes for... forever? Hope you don't mind" she said with a wink as she pushed the cart near the table where Margaret and Gaynor were sitting 'Oooh! A man and he reeks of lust, deep inside him' she thought to herself, going under the table and crawling towards Gaynor's nether-regions
"I would certainly appreciate your help. there is far too much in this world for only one person to learn. and as it would seem, there are always surprises. I have only ever seen one male mamono, and he was an experiment, not born. are you saying that it is possible for mamonos to give birth to a male child?" he pushed his glasses farther up on his face, and his formerly tired and peaceful atmosphere became one of excitement. "if so, this could cause a revolutionary breakthrough to my research!"
"I believe that it can happen! I've encountered only two male Mamono, both of which tried to mate with me... but they weren't experiments, they said that they were born, that's a bit weird" Margaret said, sketching out what she thought that a male Hakutaku would be viewed as.
The Hellhound was slowly and quietly, pulling down Gaynor's pants, without him or Margaret noticing, then she downed it, placing it deep inside of her throat "Mmgh!~" she moaned, as she continued bobbing up and down on his cock
Margaret covered her nether-region with a sheet of paper "Y-you mangy mutt! Catenis Et Compedibus!" she said, twirling her baton then directing it to the Hellhound which was still bobbing up and down on Gaynor's cock, "So vulgar and shameless!" Margaret said as an iron "collar" snapped around the Hellhound's neck, with a chain forming from the tip of Margaret's baton, as she sent her flying through a window "You'll pay for that cow!" the Hellhound said, crashing through the window
"shameless indeed!" Gaynor shouted, reclaiming his composure, and his clothes. "I do hope that you never try something like that again!" he picked his staff up off the ground, and pointed it at the hellhound "Spirits of Zepher, come to the made of me and my kin! defend us from the savage or the saint, whoever shall find themselves to become my foe!" wind wrapped itself around him, and then channeled itself to the hellhound, and struggle as she might, she could not get any closer to Gaynor or Margaret.
"try as you might, but no being can overpower my wind guardian spell," he said, a smug look on his face. "it is designed so that you will not be able to get any closer to me than you currently are, and with a few alterations, I applied that to this fair young lady as well," Gaynor said, gesturing to Margaret.
"now, I have some questions for you... first, why are you here? and second, where did you get those clothes? " he said, noticing the librarians uniform.
"on second thought, I would rather not know... Margaret, I suggest that if you really want to join me in my travels, that now would be a good time to prepare yourself... If a hellhound has picked up my scent, then it will not be long before my family notices..."
He raised his hand and began to chant.
"symbols become letters, letters become words, words become thoughts and thoughts to the pages... write."
the papers around him began to arrange themselves, sorting and rewriting, even binding themselves into new books... the inkwells came to life, and within seconds, all of his notes were into his bag once more, and several new books had written themselves, and were sitting neatly on the table.
Margaret blushed from Gaynor's spell, though she could easily keep the Hellhound in check she was still flattered that he decided to protect her as well as himself. "Now then," she said, regaining her own composure "I believe that you are in no state to deny Mr. Gaynor's request, so answer him... Or else!" Margaret said, shortening the chain from the Hellhound's collar, "Fine! But you promise to let me go?" the Hellhound spoke, licking her lips while watching Gaynor. "Sure!" Margaret said, twirling her baton
"first off... tell me... how many of you are there... and what have you done with the librarian?" Gaynor asked. he gestured to Margaret to follow him. "second... how far off is the order's strike force?"
The Hellhound stood up and folded her arms under her bust, resting comfortably under her boobs "1. There's two of us, me and my older sister, 2. She's alright, though maybe a bit "toed up" at the moment... and 3. I don't know what you-" she stopped mid-sentence as her sister came rushing down towards the Hellhound, "Janice! How many times have I told you, only go for single men!" she said, bonking her sister on the head "Who's the cow? And who is this, fine, handsome, specimen?" she said, licking her lips. "I saw him first Renae! So... I call dibs!" Janice said, looking down and spotting the area underneath her sisters vagina, Cum?' she thought, then smiled "That's my big sis!", "Janice! Just so you know, your technique could use some work, but for now.... let's take care of these two!" Renae said as she tried to rush towards Margaret and Gaynor, her claws at the ready before she was stopped and pushed back by his Wind Guardian spell
"C-cow?! I think that it's time to teach an old dog, some new tricks!" Margaret said "Close your eyes, Gaynor. Fulgeo!" she said, creating a flash of blinding light from her baton, "Followed by Crustae Stella!" Margaret said, creating a few star-like figures and sending them towards Renae. Then, Margaret stared Janice down... "Do you wish to challenge me as well?!" she said in a stern voice, scolding Janice on her actions, grabbing her by one of her ears and interrogating Janice
"well done, Margaret. but in all seriousness; I would suggest that we leave. these two will be relentless, but not problematic, as long as you stay close to me. if there is anything that you would like to grab before we go, I suggest that you tell me now. I would rather not be within a mile radius when my brother arrives." Gaynor said, his voice filled with worry.
Margaret let go of Janice's ear and walked back into the library and snapped her fingers, sending all of her books into her satchel, then making her satchel rest comfortably on her shoulder "Ready to go whenever you are"
"Excellent." He walked towards the door, his wind guardian spell moving with him, pushing the hellhound out of his way.
"It has been a long time since I had to deal with a hellhound... What did you say your name was again? Janice? and if I were to hazard a guess, you would be, Renae correct?... He said, gazing at the two of them as best he could from his distance.
"why do I feel like I should know you from somewhere..." he waved his hand dismissively. "nonetheless, it is time for us to vacate the premises." he glanced over at Margaret. "Don't be surprised if they follow us... Considering that they are both hellhounds, I wouldn't expect them to give up the chase so easily..." he sighed. "I'll just have to... 'deal' with them later..." he frowned, mumbling something to himself about vulgar methods of persuasion, and then began to briskly walk towards the edge of the town.
"Come along now; I suspect the lot of you enjoy family reunions, but I, however, do not, so let's be off."
Gaynor's brisk walk placed him outside of the town within minutes, and he continued walking, making small talk with Margaret at occasionally the hellhounds (who continued to relentlessly circle him, occasionally lunging at him only to be flung backward by the wind).
"...Therefore, since I have performed so much magic, combined with the process that maintains the purity of my elementals, it disrupts the relationship of demonic and spirit energy within my body; thus, I can technically be considered an incubus. does that make sense?" Gaynor finished his passionate explanation (rant) of his relationship to demonic and spirit energy.
"On the downside, It is through the sheer willpower that allowed me to become a wizard in the first place that I have not given in to the desires of demonic energy... that, and I do not feel that it would be right to drag another person into the wanderer's lifestyle that I enjoy."
"Interesting" Margaret said, turning her head and staring at Janice and Renae's futile attempts at trying to attack Margaret and Gaynor "Honestly! Hellhounds are the most barbaric Mamono, that I've met... Just Give up! You won't get close to us" Margaret yelled at them both, she was a bit annoyed at the fact that they were relentless and the sounds of them falling back from trying to pierce through the protection spell also annoyed her "By the way, Gaynor? Could you teach me this Wid Guardian Spell? I'd love to learn it" Margaret said, a smile on her face as she pulled out an inkwell, a quill, and one of her spell books, flipping through it and stopping on her chapter over wind magic, she was ready to research, and was excited to do so
He gave her a knowing smile. "Trust me, the hellhounds are certainly wild, but I would not go as far as to call them barbaric. there is an almost honorable persistence in their determination. I must say, I do feel a kindred spirit with them, always pushing against impossible odds, being beaten down again and again, only to get up again each and every time." he whispered these words, as to not invigorate the hellhounds further.
"Now, about the wind guardian spell," he said, moving his glasses up on his face and rolling up his sleeves. "one of the best ways to describe it is to call it an autonomously directed enchantment, placed on one's self to trigger a powerful beam of wind to be launched from one's own body, once a certain individual has entered a certain radius, and with a specific power." he was obviously delighted (in more than one way) to be sharing his knowledge with somone so eager to learn.
"the spell that I cast was 'Spirits of Zepher, come to the made of me and my kin! defend us from the savage or the saint, whoever shall find themselves to become my foe.' but that was to cast it on more than one person at the same time. the original spell was 'spirits of Zepher, come to my aid. defend me from the savage or the saint, whoever shall find themselves to be my foe."
he walked into a clearing in the road and glanced up at the sun. he then walked to the side of the clearing and tossed a small seed into the bushes. "grow, hide and live." he muttered, as the trees and branches seemed to twist themselves into a small shelter at the side of the clearing.
"now;" he turned back to Margaret and raised his hand, his foot extended in front of him, and his back straight. "Hold your hand like this."
Margaret mimicked Gaynor's movements exactly as he told her "Like this, correct?" she asked, checking to make sure that she was in the correct position, then directed her attention towards the small shelter that he Gaynor had made 'I wonder what that's for?' she thought to herself
Margaret felt the slight brush of his hand over her breasts, blushing at the same time as he'd done it "Ok..." she said, as she started to recite the spell "Spirits of Zepher...Come to my aid...Defend me from the savage or the saint...Whoever shall find themselves to be my foe!" she said, feeling the surge of wind forming around her, Margaret then ran out of Gaynor's field of winds, and posed outside of it, with her baton out just in case "Here puppies! I have something for you" she teased, as Janice charged right towards her "I'll tear you to shreds!" she said, jumping above Margaret, her claws extending and pointed right at Margaret, before she was sent back into the air, from Margaret's successful attempt at performing the spell correctly. She felt amazing (In multiple ways), and wanted to learn more from Gaynor, and more about him, "I also have a spell which I would like to share with you" Margaret said, pointing her baton towards the sky "Oiseau De Flamme Du Purgatoire!" she said, as a ball of flame the size of a watermelon formed at the end of her baton, then took the shape of a bird, "Lancement!" she said, sending the "bird" forward into the sky away from Janice, creating a firework show "Voila!" Margaret said, happy with her spell and with what power she had demonstrated to Gaynor "So... Where you impressed?" she asked, stopping right in front of Gaynor, her bust pressed against his chest, she smiled, resting her breasts against his chest, she knew what she was doing but she ignored it, Margaret enjoyed learning from Gaynor, but she felt that it was her turn to teach him something new, about Mamono
"very much so. It took me quite a while to learn that spell. you truly are an extraordina-" he stopped himself short at her sudden actions as his face turned a deep shade of red. he tried unsuccessfully not to stare as she pressed her breasts up against him.
(Oh... Sorry, I was on a trip and forgot about my account)
"Is there a problem, Gaynor?" Margaret asked, watching his face turn red. Finally, satisfied with what she had done, Margaret backed away and turned around "So, I suggest we continue moving forward"she said, walking further down the trail
"Oh, uhm, no, not at all! it's just that..." his professional demeanor was quickly failing him, as he became more and more flustered. "well, I thought that we could sleep together- ahh, er, I meant here, I meant that I thought that we could sleep here tonight, rather than continue on. it's getting late, and I would rather not deal with any of the nocturnal creatures of the woods." He began to walk to the plant shelter that he had created earlier, which had now grown and hidden, easily capable of hiding ten people in it.
"I think that I'd enjoy that," Margaret said, walking right back to Gaynor and into the shelter, then she started to take her clothes off, revealing only lingerie underneath "Well, time for bed I suppose," she said, putting a form of lotion on her body
Gaynor attempted to say something but stopped himself short. He removed his pack, laying down a woven set of furs to sleep on, and then taking off his shirt and cloak, rolling up the shirt to use as a pillow and laying down the cloak as a blanket. “Here, we- er, you can sleep on this. I don’t mind the grass.” he laid down a few feet from the makeshift bed, his back to Margaret as he tried to hide his blushing face and no towering erection.
Gaynor lay still for what felt like forever. "I can't keep going on like this... why do I feel such strong... urges? I've never felt like this before, not in all my years of work..." he thought to himself. he turned his head to look at Margaret, unsure of what to do. " perhaps she won't notice... just a small touch. just enough to calm these... urges." he slowly turned himself over, moving quietly through the grass until he was directly next to Margaret. He slowly reached his hand over to her chest, feeling her with his fingers. "it's so soft..." he murmured.
Margaret quietly gasped at Gaynor's touch, his hand was a bit cold but mostly warm, she bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from moaning "I'm glad that he decided to make an attempt at trying to get closer to me" she thought to herself, enjoying the pleasure that Gaynor was giving to her
Gaynor froze when he heard Margaret gasp, but did not move his hand. after a few moments, his curiosity got the better of him, and he slowly but surely moved his hand to the top of her breast, and squeezed.
At this point Margaret couldn't help her self, she pushed Gaynor onto his back and kissed him, then she proceeded to take his penis out of his pants "Mm!~ I'd like to teach you a few things about me, Gaynor, then I want to learn more about you" she said, pulling out his penis and then Margaret started to suck it
Gaynor showed no sign of resistance, instead, he reached around and hugged her sides pulling her closer to him. "yes, yes... please, teach me more about you..." he leaned forward to entirely remove his own trousers, and tossed them aside. he then leaned forward and undid the clasp on her top, letting her fully exposed chest rub against his legs. "and then, then, I will gladly teach you everything there is to know about me..." he leaned on one arm as she continued milking him, enjoying the pleasure as pressure built up inside of him. he raised his head back and let out a loud moan as she played with him, and she glanced up to meet his eyes for a moment.
"Don't stop, please... don't stop." he moaned. with one hand he supported his weight so he could watch Margaret, and with the other, he slowly stroked her head, brushing her hair and caressing the smallish horns on her head. "please... Margaret... never stop..."
Margaret came up off of Gaynor, then she hovered her pussy over his fully erect penis and then slowly pushed herself onto him "Nngh!~" she moaned as pleasure overtook her entire body. Margaret proceeded to grind her hips on Gaynor's, then she went up and down
"ohhha!~" Gaynor gasped as she plunged him deeper and deeper into herself. he shuddered and wrapped one of his arms around her waist, and the other around her neck and shoulders, and began bucking his hips to drive himself further in. His tongue hung from his mouth, and he was unable to suppress his moans. he pushed his head forward, and began to lick her exposed nipples.
"Ahh! Nngh!~" Margaret moaned as Gaynor licked her nipples, she continued to ram his penis deep into her vagina "Please Gaynor! Teach... me every- OH GOD! Thing about you" Margaret said in between her moans and gasps. "I think it's time for you to do some more work," she said, laying down on her back and opening her legs "Now come and pass my test!" she said, holding her vagina open for Gaynor to enter
Gaynor threw himself onto her, wrapping his legs around her own and plunging himself deep into her vagina. he pressed his chest up against hers, and with one hand on her rear and the other around her head, he pressed his lips to hers and reached his climax.
"Mmm!~" Margaret moaned, receiving Gaynor's climax and squirming as she also reached her climax "That was great, I learned a lot from you... Did you learn a few things from me?" she asked, squirming a bit, letting some of Gaynor white cum pool out of her vagina
"yeah..." was all he could say as he road out the rest of his climax. he laid his head on her chest and laid there for a moment, simply enjoying the moment. "yeah, I did. but there is still one thing that I want to learn from you..."
he was blushing as much as she was, if not more. " I've heard tales about holstaur milk... and would like to try some, if that's alright with you..." he pressed his face into her chest, rubbing her breasts with his tongue.
"Then I'd be more than happy to oblige," Margaret said, putting her nipple in Gaynor's mouth and massaging her boob, causing her milk to flow gently into his mouth "Drink as much as you'd like" she said, pushing more and more milk into his mouth
Gaynor was caught off guard, and some of the milk flowed out of his mouth and onto her chest. but it didn't take long before he was openly massaging her boob himself, only stopping to breathe. after several minutes of this, Gaynor stopped and looked up at Margaret, his tongue hanging out as he panted, with the look of desire in his eyes. "thank you..." he murmured, before pulling her into a tight embrace. "thank you so much..." it didn't take long for Margaret to notice the effects of the milk, with Gaynor's errection already pressed up against her. "I feel like we could stay like this forever..." he said, before pressing their lips together once more.
he gasped as he was once again thrust inside of her, and he looked her in the eye. "don't think of it like that, Margaret... Please..." he said, stroking her face. "I.. I don't feel like you should be serving me... I just couldn't get used to having someone serve me... I would rather be the one to serve, to be honest." he shuddered again after a particularly large thrust. "Margaret..."
"Yes, Gaynor?" Margaret said as she thrusted herself onto Gaynor's erection, pushing him into her even deeper "I think that we should both serve each other, that way it doesn't feel like either of us is a servant to the other"
"yeah... I think I would like that." he sat up, maneuvered himself so that he was leaning up against one of the nearby trees. he then pulled Margaret over to him so that she was sitting on his lap with his arms wrapped around her. he pushed himself into her once again, enjoying the experience. he lifted his hands so that they were directly below her breasts, and then began to slowly rub his hands over them, squeezing them every so often. "Margaret..." he whispered into her ear, before giving it an affectionate nibble. "I love you..."
"I love you to Gaynor," Margaret said, turning her head to kiss him. She could feel her womb being filled with his semen, "But, before anything serious happens between us... I would like to continue traveling with you and helping you with your studies" she said, turning her kiss into a make-out session
Gaynor lAid hos head between her breasts, and pulled his cloak and shirt over to them, resting Margaret's heat on top of his shirt and then covering the two of them with his cloak, as he too drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Margaret had awoken to the warm sun beaming outside of their shelter, she yawned and then looked over to see Gaynor still asleep. Margaret had pulled the cloak off of her and put on her own clothes, "I'll get us some water" she said, walking out of the shelter and into the forest, where she had met a creek and filled up her flask with fresh water. Margaret had taken a few gulps and then refilled it, but another Mamono was creeping up on her from behind:
As Margaret had proceeded to get up from collecting her water, she was met with a violent push from the Mamono "What the he-" Margaret tried to say, as she was met with water in her face. Then Margaret turned to face her attacker, it was a High Orc "What the hell, are you doing in my territory?!" she asked, waving her ax around in the air "Umm... Listen," Margaret said trying to appeal to the High Orc's "better nature" about forgiving her, then she looked and saw something over the High Orc's eye, it was a single white leaf, and being as Margaret had a special ability that went well with her knowledge, she analyzed the leaf and came to the conclusion that it was from a type of plant that is used to make two entirely different things, an amazing tea or a blinding acid. This High orc wouldn't be easy to appeal to, but Margaret was willing to take the challenge, "I am so sorry, I had no idea that this land belon-" Margaret tried to speak, as the High Orc kicked her away, onto her back "Just shut the hell up and get the hell out!" she threatened. Margaret wasn't in the mood for this High Orc's foolery, so she decided to do something almost drastic and toss water into the High Orc's other eye. "Ahh!" she screamed, as Margaret pointed her baton to the High Orc and drew a water glyph, then recited a spell "Bombs Bulla" sending a rapid flow of different sized and shaped bubbles to the High Orc, which exploded and sent the High Orc around from the blasts
Gaynor rushed out of their makeshift tent, no doubt awakened by the screaming. he was tugging on his pants with one hand, and holding some kind of nut in the other. "Margaret! Get down!" he shouted, before reciting a short spell that lit the nut on fire, and threw it directly in front of the orc. he immediately covered his face. the nut swelled and then burst, releasing a pinkish gas. upon breathing the gas in, the orc's faced softened, and she appeared to become dizzy, and she fell to the ground and began moaning and touching herself. "Margaret! are you alright!" he called through the haze, still covering his face.
Margaret stayed low to the ground, crawling towards the Gaynor "I'm here" she said, though she was covering her mouth with her sleeve. Finally reaching his ankles, Margaret pulled herself up, "What was that? And what is this pinkish gas?" Margaret said, fanning it away from her face
"It's a type of nut, similar to the passion fruit. it releases this pink aphrodisiac gas when exposed to extreme heat. I find it to be a useful item when a distraction is needed," he said, gesturing to the orc. "come on... I'm not so sure how long it will last against a high orc."
Margaret began to walk away with Gaynor, "That was an impressive trick, dear" she said, removing her sleeve from her mouth. "I got us some water," she said, handing Gaynor the pouch of water, "Still fresh"
"much appreciated," Gaynor said to her, drinking some of it before handing it back to her, his eyes on the water as he watched Margaret drink. "you didn't let any of the gas into the water, did you?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
"Uhh... I honestly don't know" Margaret said, examining the water inside of the pouch, then she spotted Gaynor's slightly growing erection 'I guess, that answers his question' she thought to herself, licking her lips. Then Margaret ran ahead to the shelter and prepared their equipment for their departure.
"You, know... I was wondering the same" Margaret said, grabbing Gaynor's cloak and handing it to them, suddenly "Ugh! Making plans is hard!" a voice said, Margaret, peeked outside of the shelter and saw both Janice and Renae drawing in the dirt "You two?! What are you both doing here?!" Margaret asked, clearly surprised and worried. Then she fully stepped out of the shelter and took out her baton "Vinea Laqueo" she said, causing a few vines to lash and attempt to grab the hellhounds, who easily dodged her spell "We won't fall for the same tricks" Renae said, gesturing to Janice to attack while Margaret was distracted. But failed, as Margaret performed one of her own spells "Let those who shall prevail... Be the ones who bathe in eternal glory. O, Lux!' she said, creating a beam of bright light to temporarily blind both Janice and Renae "Gaynor isn't the only one who knows spells like that and for my next "trick", Glyph Barrage - Elementa!" Margaret said, as four glyphs of different colors appeared: a Blue, a Yellow, a Red, and a Green. Which fired off a beam of their corresponding color. "Well, that takes care of you girls," Margaret said, watching them both lie on the ground, completely exhausted
"my my, you dogs certainly are persistent." he leaned over to Margaret, and whispered into her ear, "Although I think that they could be useful..." he stroked his beard in thought. "if they tag along with us, then we could use them as a distraction if my brother succeeds in tracking us down... the only problem would be keeping them from attacking us as well."
"Clever. But how would we keep them from attacking us, while simultaneously using them as a distraction from your brother" Margaret asked, keeping an eye on the Hellhounds in case they tried to attack again
"Well... There could be one way" Margaret said, staring directly at Gaynor's now full erection "I could, milk you... Then we could trade your sperm for their services, but this is only a Plan B" she said, turning her attention back to the Hellhounds
"It's the only solution that I could think of," Margaret said, shrugging and then pushing Gaynor back into the shelter, she wanted this... Just as much as he did. Margaret immediately started to strip herself, while also peeling off Gaynor's underwear and pants "Mmm!~" she moaned, already wanting his cock shoved into her pussy "I can't wait to go again" she said, as she started to suck on Gaynor's erection, moaning and giving off vibrations in her mouth and throat.
Margaret looked up, watching Gaynor pant and fall into the pleasure that he was experiencing "Mmm!~" she continued to moan, then pulled off of Gaynor's erection, then shoved her vagina over his erection "Ahh! Mmm!~" she continued to moan, moving her hips around vigorously, then gently, she kept a balance of both of these
The hellhounds now lay at the entrance of their makeshift shelter, watching, barely keeping themselves from joining in, only because they had enough self-control to not interrupt. although, it was easy to tell that they wanted to join in... they were both reaching in between their legs as they watched. gaynor, on the other hand, was focused on one thing and one thing only; Margaret's relentless toying with his erection.
Margaret fell forward, placing one of her nipples into his mouth, as she continued to ride him, Margaret felt the gentle movements massaging her breast, letting her milk flow into Gaynor's mouth "Mmm!~" she moaned, biting her bottom lip,"Drink up, this will help make you ejaculate quicker" she said, working on her rythym
"Ahh!" Margaret moaned, she could tell that Gaynor was close, as she climbed off of him, her nipple leaving his mouth with a popping sound "Hold on. I need to get a vial so that when you ejaculate, we'll be able to trade with the Hellhounds for services" she said, reaching into her bag and pulling out three vials for collection. "Now let me finish up here," Margaret said, as she started to suck Gaynor's erection, deepthroating him and even sucking his balls
Margaret used her magic to contain Gaynor's semen in the vials and licked him clean, "I hope that you enjoyed it, as much as I did" Margaret said, turning around and showing him her ass, as she walked over to the Hellhounds. "Listen, ladies, I will give each of you this precious liquid" Margaret swooned, placing the vials on her cheek, then returning to reality "Ahem. As I was saying... In exchange for this, we would like your services" The Hellhounds both looked at each other before snatching the vials of semen, and spoke in unison "DEAL!" as they downed the semen
Gaynor slowly got to his feet, his mind slightly clouded with Margaret's milk."I enjoyed it. I want you. I can't wait to do you again."
upon realizing what he had said, he turned red, and began to put his clothes back on. he allowed margaret to do the same, and then began on their long journy down the trail.
After Margaret put her clothes on, she followed behind Gaynor. They'd have been traveling for a while, "So, where's our first stop? I noticed that we didn't have a destination and we need someplace to go" she said, facing forward as they walked.
Meanwhile, the Hellhounds were following behind "Renae? When do we steal that man away from the cow?" Janice asked, looking between Gaynor and Renae. "Soon, when she's not looking... Maybe if we're lucky, we'll snatch him away and milk him dry while they sleep" Renae replied, grinning and rubbing her hands deviously.
"I plan on traveling to a place called The Observatory. It holds many records of many past events and is considered to be the best place for a writer to store their work... if the Curator considers the author worthy to enter." he seemed slightly troubled by this. "but that is a long ways away. our first stop should be the city of Eldemarah."
"correct; at their peak, actually. it has always been my dream to see that place, but few can survive up against the mountain path." he picked up a small stone, held it h=in his fingers, and then shot it through a nearby tree.
"Hmm, sounds dangerous.... How far away is it? How high are the mountains? How long would it take to reach the ground if you fell? How dangerous is the path?" Margaret continued to ramble on with different questions.
"I do not know the exact details... But I have heard, that the mountains pass the clouds, and that if you fall from the cliff that The observatory sits on, it will take an entire day before you reach the bottom." He picked up another rock, and dropped it, holing it aloft in the air for a few seconds before letting it fall to the ground. I do not know how far away it is, although I can assure you, we will know when we see the mountains. as for the path... I am not sure."
"Really, well... That's unfortunate" Margaret responded, spotting a particular scratch mark on a tree. "Curious," she said, grazing over the slashed bark, Margaret analyzed the marks, "Most likely an enraged Grizzly Mamono, or maybe a different creature," she said to herself.
"Though our Wind Guardian spells should keep it at bay, I would hate for it to appear," Margaret said, putting her book away. Soon they approached a field, "Hmm... Gaynor, what do you think about this? Seems too plain to me" she said.
"it is a plain." he chuckled at his pun. "but yes, too many tall grasses for my liking. if memory serves, we should be entering the fields of zephyr. to the east, the temple of zephyr, and to the north, Eldemerah. the temple of zephyr was where I learned the wind guardian spell," he remarked.
"During the age of dragons, fields and plains were often unsafe places for humans. however, a powerful dragon named Zephyr, one of the few who sided with the humans, watched over these fields and protected the humans who lived there." A breeze washed over the fields before them, and the grasses bent and swayed, creating an eerie whistle. "They say, that when the wind washes over the plains, that is the roar of Zephyr, faded with time, but still watching."
Margaret took Gaynor's hand and started to walk through the tall grasses, the grass felt soft under hooves and her fingertips grazed over the grasses. "The breeze is so soft and calm," Margaret said as the breeze blew and she walked through it with ease.
Feeling a bit too relaxed, Margaret fell onto her back "Well... That hurt" she said with a small chuckle. As she laid down, Margaret stared at Gaynor's crotch, licking her lips, she started towards him and pulled down his pants and drawers, revealing his somewhat erect penis.
"Aww... Well then" Margaret said, drawing her baton and recited a spell "Faciesque In" causing a dome to form over them and caused both Margaret and Gaynor to completely disappear to those outside of the dome. "What about now?" she asked, grabbing Gaynor's manhood and began to lick and suck at his tip, teasingly.
"I would love too." he slowly tugged at Margaret's leggings, and then tossed them into the grass beside him. He took hold of her hips and spread her legs wide, and began to toy with her pussy until his hand was covered with her juices. he then grabbed her wrists, and his face hovered over hers for a moment. It seemed that his wild side was beginning to show itself.
he aligned his cock so that it would fit, and began to slam their hips together. after a few moments of this, he reached his head down, and lightly bit down on one of her nipples.
"Ahh!" Margaret screamed as Gaynor both began to pound her pussy in, and bit on her nipple. "Ahh, ahh... AHH!~" she screamed in between his thrusts. Margaret's fluids were spilling out as they fucked, "Harder! Faster, please!" Margaret moaned, feeling Gaynor's length fill up her pussy.
"If that -Ngh!- If that's what... you want!" he took hold of her hips as he sped up. it was an obscene sight. Gaynor wildly pumping his hips, and Margaret crying out with pleasure, with wet noises filling the air.
"Oh! Ahh!~" Margaret moaned as Gaynor continued to thrust into her pussy, "Please Gaynor, impregnate me!" she screamed, wrapping her legs around him as she forced Gaynor deeper and deeper into her hot, throbbing, and wet pussy.
"As many times that it takes, I meant what I said... I want to have your child" Margaret said, climbing back on top of Gaynor and inserted him deep into her. Margaret began to ride Gaynor madly, bouncing her pussy on his thick cock, "MM!~ I! Love! This!" she screamed, thrusting him into her womb, her legs shaking with pleasure, and her body trembled from it as well.
"Ahh!~" Margaret moaned as Gaynor sucked her nipples, "I can't wait to birth a child by you," she said, holding him close to her.
The Hellhounds were busy trying to find Gaynor's scent, which was masked by the spell. "I don't smell him, Renae!" Janice said exasperatedly. "Smell harder, we still need to fuck him!" Renae retorted her ass in the air and nose to the ground.
"Are you sure... That that's what... What you want?" He said, in between gulps of her milk. "You had said that you wanted to travel more before anything serious happened between us...." He looked concerned for her.
"that's... fine with... me!" he grasped her legs and shoved himself into her, his mouth open, untill he laid down again, taking argaret with him. "how... long does this... shield of yours... last?" he inquired as the dome had already begun to fade away.