A merchant ship docks in the Arrendalle port. The ports were full of merchants…and people seeking the creatures rumored to recently inhabit the mountains. Many have gone missing.
One of the passengers exits the ship wearing a simple traveler’s garb and inly a calvary saber on his side. His bag seems to be the heaviest part about him. If one were to go through it, they’d find weapons and armor that makes Arrendale’s seem cheap.
He enters the city, lighting a cigarette.
Her abdomen spasms and she looked up at him. Her hands gripping the sheets she felt him stop and looked up at him. So close to finishing. This sensation was almost overwhelming. She looked at him “m-may you what?” She asked him. She wouldn’t fess up but she figured he knew what he was doing to torture her some.
“May I make love to you tonight?” He kissed her nethers and licked his tongue inside.
She shivered in bliss at his tongue’s action. She leaned forward sitting up on her elbows. She looked and nodded hesitantly. “Y-yes…”
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