Chapter 0 - Inspiration in the Belltower

 The catacombs beneath the cathedral were unusually dry and cool. It lacked the mildewy stink of wet dirt that Ragar expected. There were no hints of roots growing in from plants several feet over their heads. There weren't even the bones of forgotten saints and Helmites that were often arranged neatly in these ancient forgotten places. Neither too hot and muggy nor too cold and chilly. And Ragar Gravewarden caught a slight whiff of peppermint lingering in the air.


The half-orc even thought of it as rather comfortable. And that set him on edge.


His fingers tightened around the grip of his weapon. He narrowed his eyes as he scanned the room for any signs of danger. And though he was certain that something was watching, he saw nothing looming in the shadows of the room.


“I don’t like this…” Ragar said. “The skeletons above can’t be the only defenders. There’s something else here, I’d wager a month of drinking on it.”


The half-orc tightened his grip around his weapon with one hand. He ground his teeth and felt his tusks brush against his lips. And listened to the clanking creak of his heavier armor. His muscles were sore from the few scratches and cuts made by the skeletal guards they fought not ten minutes before. 


“How’s that spell coming along?” he said.


He then cast a glance to the other side of the room.


He spotted his companion, Wyun Trickeyes, seated on the base of a sarcophagus with her eyes shut and lips murmuring through a near-inaudible incantation.


She was a sensual-looking woman with deep green skin and floppy eyes that were tucked neatly beneath a wide-brimmed hat. Her clothes were warmer clothes best suited for the late autumn months that might have looked loose and frumpy on a smaller or skinnier figure. But Wyun was anything but. Even in the gloom of that odd catacomb, Ragar could still see the swell of her bust that rose and fell with each of her breaths.


She never opened her eyes or lost concentration on her spell. But Ragar could tell that she had heard him when she flicked a gesture towards him.


Ragar grinned then returned to his vigil about the room.


He was tempted on casting a spell of detection to alert him to the presence of the undead. But he didn't need magic to tell that this place was flowing with the stink of deathly magic. It was a feeling he experienced often in service to Kelemvor and The Grey Brotherhood.


Besides, he thought, I should maintain a few spells just in case.


He took another look at his companion. A soft glow surrounded her that bathed her clothes in soft pale ruby light. It made it easier to notice the cuts and tears across her robes that were darkened with hints of freshly spilled blood. And the jingling and jangling of trinkets, gems, and seashells that she had woven throughout her garments, that were barely hanging on loose cotton threads, that were worn thin from when zombies tried to drag her away from him during the battle at the gates.


At the time he thought she’d want to retreat and prepare different spells to deal with the problem. But she never wavered from their purpose of exploring the manor at the behest of their employer in the town by the Vale. She had even told him that her wounds were just a setback and that he didn’t need to keep such a close eye on her.


Which made him watch her even more. And he couldn't help but grin, as he realized the effect the goblin had on him.


She’s tough, I’ll give her that. And a damned fine looker.


Wyun snapped the book shut and exhaled with relief. She then opened her eyes which now glowed with a soft blue light. The shapely woman hopped off the sarcophagus and skipped to the center of the room. Then she pivoted her foot and slowly spun around in a nice tight circle, which made her dangling trinkets jingle and bounce along with the almost silly-looking motion.


She had almost made a full circle when she stopped, stamped her foot, and pointed to an eastern wall.


“Over there!” she said in a bright tone, “That wall is glowing with magic…abjuration magic. So I bet what we’re here for is just beyond.”


She smiled and skipped across the room towards the wall.


“I should keep watch,” Ragar said, “But if you need some muscle then I’ll be right there.”


Wyun clicked her tongue and rested her knuckles on her hips.


“You should lighten up. But, suit yourself.” she said.


She then turned on her heel and reached the wall that glowed to her magical sight. The goblin raised a palm and rested it on the dirt wall and traced it along with marks and symbols that Ragar couldn't quite see. The stillness in the air was cut with the tiny rap-tap-tapping of the goblin's knuckles as she searched for a trick to the wall's wards and magic.


Ragar eyed the goblin. He watched the woman as she skipped from side to side while studying every inch of the wall. He listened to her hums and how she’d click her tongue as she thumbed through the large spellbooks in her arms.


There was something that amused him about Wyun’s deep focus moments when she was solving an arcane problem. And it might have distracted him from his vigil…until he noticed the cuts along her ribs.


Ragar grunted and shook his head and turned his back to the goblin. He then held his blade slung over his shoulder, ready to be brought to bear.


Creak Thud Grind


Ragar looked over his shoulder.


Wyun was leaning against the wall with a proud wide smile on her face. The wall next to her sunk into a hidden recess and slid to the side revealing a chamber beyond.


“Easy work,” she said in a sing-song tone, “Told you we’d be in and out.”


She opened her eyes half expecting one of Ragar's looks. But instead, his eyes were locked on what lay beyond the sunken-in wall. She blinked at the half-orc and said…


“What? What’s wrong?”


Ragar bobbed his head and pointed to the room.


“What were we here to find, again?” he said.


“Oh! We’re here to get a silver necklace with a big fat ruby from the tomb. And by all accounts it should be right in that room…” Wyun said as she indicated the room beside her. “...why what’s up?”


She then turned her head and peered into the room and gasped at what lay beyond.


The room was decorated in white stone pillars that were lined with gold in inch-wide strips throughout the work. The walls were covered in paintings that depicted human men in women with stern expressions who were all dressed in classical styles of Helmite robes. And beneath the centermost painting was a cracked alabaster altar upon which rested a silver necklace with a large fist-sized ruby set into a pendant.


But those wonders were all forgotten when Wyun noticed a Mythril shield that was leaning against the altar. Its shiny construction was enchanted as it radiated its peach-colored light that gave the room a divine glow. And upon the shield's face was etched the familiar gauntleted fist of Helm.


“Don’t even need my spells to tell that that’s a powerful shield.” Wyun said as she stepped into the room.


“Wait!” Ragar said as he stepped closer. “Why didn’t our host know about this shield? This feels like a trap.”


Wyun huffed and spun on her heels and rested her fists on her wide hips.


“I dunno. Maybe he only read about the necklace and no one talked about it. Just means we get to keep the shiny thing or find someone to sell it too! You know how nuts Helmites get about their relics.”


Ragar made a face. “Fair, but I still think we should give the room a once over before…”


Wyun sighed and skipped into the room.


“You worry too much! This is a Helm tomb. They’re not gonna trap their own things. We don’t worship Bane or any of those others so it’ll be fine. And I bet the shield WANTS to be handed over to the church so one of their paladins can…”


Ragar wagged a finger. “---don’t lie. You just want to grab the shiny thing you little magpie.”


Wyun hmphed as she skipped to the other end of the hidden room. Ragar followed close behind. Wyun reached the altar first and snatched the necklace off it and stowed it in her packs. She then squatted down and reached for the shield, just as Ragar reached her side.


She then held up the shield and admired how the light glowed and shifted as she turned the shield from side to side.


“It’s so light…and bright! I wonder what it does.” Wyun said as she reached into her left breast pocket and produced a pure shining pearl.


Ragar parted his lips to hazard a guess when he caught movement from the corner of his eyes.


“Shit—!” He called out as he snatched the shield from Wyun and slipped his arm beneath the grips.


He then threw the shield up just in time for a crushing weight to crash against it with a deafening clang of metal. The force of the strike made his muscles throb and sting. But somehow the shield and his stance held.


Wyun and Ragar looked up to see what had attacked them.


The creature was a being that looked like inky black tar and shadows congealed into a putrid mass of shapes. But the inky substance shifted and swirled exposing thick moldy bones that had strips of meat dangling at seemingly random angles and arrangements. The monster’s eyes were only visible when the shield was turned just right, revealing two rows of four eyes that looked like burning ruby spheres interlaced with lines of drowning blue.


The creature raised a hefty fist for another strike. But Ragar grunted and slammed the shield into the creature’s bulk, making it stagger and crash into the wall, shattering at least three of the paintings on the wall.


Ragar pointed towards the exit. And both adventurers withdrew to the chamber beyond.


“Ragar! Are you ok?!” Wyun said as she grabbed a wand from her belt.


“I’m fine!” He breathed heavily and stood in front of the goblin. “Thing hits like a boar though.”


They could hear the creature thrashing back to its feet. Then it roared as it tossed items all around it in a fit of rage. Then the ground shook as it stomped towards the entrance, clearly in search of its prey.


“How are you feeling about this?” Ragar asked. “I’m running low on magic.”


“S…same here. Kinda blew it all in clearing the mob at the gate.” Wyun said.


The creature's claws slammed against both sides of the entrance to the hidden room. Then, it pulled against the wall crumbling bricks to dust as it pulled its large head free. Those eyes caught sight of the adventurers and a hidden maw roared in an obvious challenge.


“We’re getting out of here. Can you haste us?” Ragar said.


“Yeah! I’m on it. I’ll be all tapped out of big booms though so…”


“...don’t worry. I have a plan.”


Wyun shut her eyes and focused as best as she could on her magic. A thin aura of light surrounded her being. Then a line of quicksilver dust snaked down from her shoulder and wound its way down her arm towards her fingertips. Then she opened her eyes and directed the dust to surround Ragar.


As the half-orc felt the surge of power reach his limbs, he scooped up the goblin and held her tight against his chest.


“Hold on to that shield!” he said as he broke into a sprint.


Ragar ran through that catacombs towards the stairwell at the other end of the long no-longer-comfortable chamber. He darted around broken stones that littered the floor and leaped clean over sarcophagi that were inconveniently placed throughout the chamber.


He heard the creature roar as it dragged its lumbering body after them. The sounds of smashed and crushed stoneworks reached his ears as the half-orc managed to reach the stairwell. He leaped up the steps three at a time as the walls nearby exploded the beast heaved massive bricks and urns at them to try and halt their escape.


When the pair reached the cathedral’s main floor, he motioned towards the rear door of the building.


“We’re headed that way!” Ragar said as he sprinted.


“But why? The exit’s the other way!”


Ragar shook his head. “Yes, but we have miles to travel before we get back to the Vale and that creature won’t stop chasing us. And…”


“...and if the spell wears off you won’t be running. I get it. But what do we do?”


"Remember the belltower we saw outback? And how it was clean of the undead? I bet it's been warded and is the only safe place on these grounds." If I'm right, we can sleep there and recharge to kill the thing and get back to the vale.."


Wyun groaned as she considered the plan. She wanted to argue but it may very well be their best shot to get out of that alive. And the creature’s roar from down below punctuated that point.


“Fine…” Wyun said, “Go then! But I’m setting up some wards!”


Wyun slapped Ragar's chest as the half-orc kicked open the rear door. It led to an open yard that has covered in overgrown grass and weeds. A dozen wandering skeletons milled about the yard with their filthy-looking claws and jagged weapons held in loose grips. And beyond them was a building made from pale blue bricks that were capped off by a tall pristine-looking bell tower.


“Get ready!” Ragar said as he roared and raced across the yard.


Wyun launched small flaming bolts at the nearest undead and Ragar smashed the Helmite shield into those that survived. He never stopped to finish any of the undead off as he was entirely focused on reaching the bell tower.


The half-orc grunted and groaned as a few of the monsters slashed into his side. And Wyun yelped when a skeleton grabbed hold of her thigh before she smacked her wand against its head.


When they finally reached the bell tower, Ragar threw open the doors. He then jumped inside and slammed the door shut behind him and threw down the bar to help secure the passage.


The adventurers breathed deeply as they stared at the door. Ragar and Wyun half-expected the door to be broken through and for them to be swarmed by the undead that plagued that cathedral. But there were no sounds except for the muted groans of the undead and the heavy footfalls of the monster from the hidden chamber.


Ragar breathed a sigh of relief and set Wyun down. He then flopped against the nearest wall and let his chin drop down to his chest.


“I’ve got some healing potions in my pack. We’ll drink up after you set up your wards.” Ragar said.


Wyun replaced her wand at her side and then watched Ragar with fidgeting fingers. Ragar looked up and studied her face.


“What’s wrong?” he said.


“Nothing dummy. Just making sure you won’t pass out on me. I saw them strike you and heard you grunt and…”


Ragar smiled and raised a hand.


“Go set up your wards. I promise I’ll be fine.”


Wyun hummed and pursed her lips. Then she turned on her heel and stepped away with a spellbook in hand. As she murmured the ritual words to set up her alarms, Ragar shut his eyes for a well-deserved nap.


~~~
It was the quietest and darkest time of night. The undead was too far away to be heard from within the bell tower. The room lacked the stifling dusty air of the rest of the cathedral. And it was just warm enough to feel comfortably safe.


The peace left Ragnar's sleeping mind to wander. He dreamt of past adventures, amusing anecdotes, and the camaraderie that came from drinking with friends who fought by his side. 


But no matter what the half-orc dreamed of, his mind kept snapping back to Wyun.


He had met her in a Waterdeep tavern where she was telling tall tales of the trinkets she always wore on her robes. And while most of the common folk took her thrilling adventures to heart, he saw the stories for what they were; little fun fibs.


But he didn’t say anything or even call her out. He simply gave her a look that told the story far better than his words ever could.


They parted ways after that as his work with the Grey Brotherhood sent him to the north. And he never thought he’d see her again.


That is until he was drinking at a bar in the village of the Vale and she tapped his hip and asked if he’d join her on an adventure to an abandoned cathedral.


That was days ago. And he briefly wondered if he regretted joining her on this quest. But when he thought of her smiles and habits, he couldn’t help but smile.


“...ou awake?” 


Ragar groaned. The voice sounded too close to be from his wandering mind. He felt small hands rubbing on his skin and shook his head side to side.


“...come on! I know you’re awake. You’re smiling.”


The half-orc groaned and opened his eyes. Wyun's pouty face greeted him.


“Hmm? Must have fallen asleep.” Ragar said.


Wyun nodded and slapped a palm on his bare skin. The contact of skin against skin felt good, especially as the goblin dug the ball of her palms into his big wide pecs.


“I could tell. And you didn’t even take off your armor.” she said.


Ragar looked down at the goblin’s hands and realized that his breastplate was taken off and set to the side.


“Wait…did you?” Ragar said.


“Yes. Because if you don’t doff that then you’ll be aching in the morning. And I don’t want to hear you complain about aches and pains.”


He chuckled and wrapped an arm around her back. She squeaked as he pulled her closer against his chest. He brought their faces closer together so their breaths could brush and caress one another's skin. She batted her lashes and curled her fingers on his chest which gave the half-orc a nice tingling scratch.


“Ragar…” she said in a soft tone.


“You were right to worry. But why didn’t you just wake me up? Why would you try and strip me yourself?”


Wyun snapped her attention away from Ragar and said in a flittering tone. “I dunno…I’m tired so maybe I wasn’t thinking.”


Ragar smiled.


“Were you?” he said, “Or were you worried I’d change around a corner?”


Wyun’s cheeks darkened as she pinched her lips tightly together.


“I was…hoping to check your wounds.” she said.


Ragar pinched the goblin's chin and guided her to look into his eyes. Then raised an eyebrow, curled his lips into a smirk, then gave her that familiar look he gave her so long ago when he realized her fondness for little innocent lies.


And that singular look broke the goblin who unfolded her hands and rested them flat on his muscular chest.


“Look, I was really worried about your sleep. But…then I thought that I could help a little cause…well…It’s stupid but, if anything goes wrong tomororw, I’d like to go to Azuth with a smile on my face. I mean if you’re willing.”


Ragar couldn’t help but chuckle. It was endearing how hard the goblin danced around such a common need. Especially one spoken for such an understandable reason.


“Willing and wanting.” Ragar said in a throaty groan. “I don’t even care about my wounds…I’ve been watching you as we traveled and I want you too. Was hoping to share beds back in town but…you have a point.”


Wyun scratched his chest and shifted so her legs straddled around his hips. She wiggled down into place until her ass rested snugly on his thighs.


“You know you’ll have to get up so I can take off my pants.” Ragar said.


“I don’t care,” she said, “I wanna show you something first.”


Ragar rested his hands on the goblin's hips and closed his fingers around her shapely rear. She felt soft and hot even though the robes she wore jingled from the gentle touch he offered.


She purred and arched her back, then slid her arms up to her sleeves. Then she shimmied and shook as the robes slipped down her frame. The heavy-looking robes brushed against her flesh with a soft sweeping sound. And as the inches peeled off her body more of her skin was laid bare before him.


“Do you think I’m pretty?” asked Wyun as her large round breasts were exposed to the air.


Ragar grinned and cupped one of her tits then guided it towards his mouth. He parted his lips and eyed the goblin with a wicked playful gaze.


“What do you think?”


His tongue flicked out over her swelling bust and left a trail of saliva across her flesh. He then came back around and blew across those moist lines which made goosebumps spring up on every caressed inch as tingles surged down her spine. 


She rolled her head back and uttered a deep moaning sigh as he tasted and teased her ample tit-flesh. It left her heart pounding within her chest and her senses there and then to ebb away. She then grabbed for the half-orcs broad shoulders and dug her fingers in, as if she feared she might float away without something strong and hunky to hold onto. And that fear of being lost led her to dig half-moons into his flesh as her fingers curled and tightened.


He smiled at her reactions and seized her breasts in his hands and raised them up and off her chest. He opened his mouth wide and swallowed as much of her breasts as his maw could take. His tongue whipped and snaked around those mounds until he found her bumpy areolas. He then sucked on her nipples not long after until those points grew hard beneath his touch.


“Oooh Ragar~” she purred as she held onto him for dear life, “I’m gonna scream for you if you don’t put something in my mouth!”


She blushed as she imagined how big of a cock her companion must have dangling between his strong tree-trunk hard thighs. And had she not been busy moaning and purring for him, she would have drooled imagining how his dick might have tasted.


Oh, how she craved to wrap her lips around the dick she dreamed of. But Ragar smiled with other plans in mind.


“I’m not done yet,” he teased as he smiled in between kisses on her tits, “just hold on a little longer.”


He darted his eyes towards her just as she snapped her head back up. And though her cheeks were dark and flushed with lust, she still found it in her to glare at him with puffed-out cheeks.


“Ragar you’ve gotta be f—”


Her eyes went wide when she noticed his hand slip beneath her robes. Two fingers rested on her soft tummy and tiptoed their way down her body. Then those digits slipped beneath her trousers and found her panties. He kissed her and jerked them to the side.


“I said I wasn’t done. Not that I wouldn’t get there.”


“Ragar you’re a jerk…” she said as she brushed her lips against his.


And he curled his fingers between her folds and down into her hot wet sex.


“Ohhh FUCK!” she winced as she rocked up and down on that thick wiggling finger. 


She could feel herself stretch around that half-orcs thickest finger as he pushed it as deep inside as to his knuckle. And her ears felt hot as she listened to the wet stirring of her juices by that wiggling digit.


Any complaints she had were gone as she rode that thick finger. And all that remained was the wanton ceaseless desire for him. She rose her hips up and down and slammed her thighs down on his palm, while their tongues lashed and dueled in the space between their mouths. She didn’t care if their saliva was a long drooping line between them or how whorish ride his finger in the middle of an abandoned cathedral of Helm.


All that mattered right then and there was each other.


She struggled to open her eyes. It was so much easier to just give in, shut her eyes, and bask in the sensations of his touch. Her hips could move on their own and his grip was tight enough that she wouldn’t fall, even as her limbs felt weak and rubbery. But she wanted to see his face.


And there was something primal and hot in that expression he wore. His eyes bobbed over every inch of her exposed flesh, never settling too long on this curve or that line. And even with the hot hungry breaths that rolled over her short and stacked body, his lips were still curved in a big wide grin.


It made her feel like water in a desert or gemstones to a magpie. It was a feeling of importance and admiration that she had only seen when watching lovers in the quiet corners of taverns. And certainly like nothing she had ever known for herself.


“Ragar”, she said in a breathy tone while slamming her hips up and down.


He grunted and watched her quivering body. His ears burned as she slapped her round butt up and down. And his hand was sticky and soaked in the essence that spilled from her shapely figure.


She fumbled for the back of his neck and locked her fingers behind his neck. Then pulled his face closer until their foreheads touched. Her eyes narrowed to a sultry angle and her voice was drenched in sinsuality. 


She wanted to tell him something. Something sweet that would shake him to his core. But just as her lips parted, he thrust his finger a quarter-inch deeper than he had before. And that quarter-inch was the last straw for whatever restraint she had.


Her lips parted. Her eyes slammed shut. And she leaned into him crushing her bust against his chest and shoulder.


“Fuuuuck I f-feel it FEEL IT COMING. Ghnng Ffnnghha…FEEL IT. I’M COMING I’M COMING. I’M COMMINNNNNNG”


Her legs tightened around Ragar’s hand as the orgasm tore through her. She felt the hot stickiness between her thighs and heard the stirring slurp as his fingers thrust in and out. And felt the could almost taste the spice of sex in the air as she purred dumbly and licked his cheek.


“Ohhhh by Azuth’s beard…” the goblin purred as Ragar lowered her to the floor. “...I don’t think I mngnhhh no I know I never came that hard before.”


Ragar released the goblin and stood to his feet, while Wyun rubbed her palms on her cheek. Her skin felt hot and steamy and she was almost certain her blush shaded her green skin in acute soft brown. The goblin could only smile as her hips shook still as the sensation of that thick finger never left her body.


“...I came so hard, Ragar,” she said, “and you know what?”


She looked up just in time to see the half-orc's trousers fall to his feet. And the sight of her adventuring partner…and lover, made the goblin's heart skip a beat. As the three-foot-tall woman looked up at the much taller hunk before him.


His body was like chiseled muscle on a hard green stone with arms and legs that looked harder than tree trunks. His face was as stoic as it always was, though his cheeks were still wet from where she licked him. But what drew her attention most of all, was when he grabbed hold of his loincloth and pulled it aside, and exposed his big hard half-orcish cock.


He moved closer until he stood right in front of her. And he gripped his cock and lowered it to rest on her face before speaking in that deep gravelly tone of his.


“Do you still want to suck it?”


She found the strength to scramble to her feet. She balanced herself so the cock remained on her face and so her large bust pressed tight against the half-orc’s knees. Her mounds brushed up his bare hot skin, with nipples that grew harder and harder from that smooth touch. And it was only after her mounds rested around his sack that she said, “Yes”.


Her tongue flicked out and rolled up his cock from base to tip. Her lips parted wide as she fit the tip into her mouth. Then with a hungry gulping noise, she swallowed his shaft.


Her hands clapped down and grabbed the back of his thighs as she bobbed her head up and down. She felt her throat stretch as his hot dick sheathed down towards her gut. And moaned when she felt the first spurts and splashes of cum tickle her throat. And inch by inch she lowered herself further and further down his shaft until her chin finally came to rest against his big heavy balls.


His body rumbled from the heavy groans she drew from him. Sweat ran down his hard-cut chest. He felt like he vibrated each time her tongue brushed the entire length of his throbbing cock-veins or when she let his cock fall from her lips so she could kiss and nuzzle that hot tip. His body burned for her like he never thought it would and soon all thoughts of the danger outside the bell tower fled to the back of his mind.


Especially when he looked down and saw the sway and bounce of her heart-shaped ass. Even in the gloom of the darkened room, he could see the soft jiggle of that ample butt, as if her ass was a river with pebbles raining down from high above.


He panted and ground his teeth together as she hummed and sucked him off. And her long nails scratched and held on tight as his hips rocked back and forth to meet her thrusts.


She then curled her finger and beckoned him down to his knees. She sank to her back as he fell to his knees and soon he straddled Wyun’s tummy and slapped his shaft down between her mounds.


The illusionist hissed with pleasure as she grabbed the base of his cock.


“And now I gotcha!” she said as she guided him back down into her maw.


Ragar laughed then gripped her hair tight and rocked his hips back and forth. And it was such a sensation pounding her tits and filling that hot wet and very willing mouth. Especially when he saw how wide she was smiling, even with inches of half-orc meat filling her face.


He felt his breathing become ragged lustful gasps. She then raised her arms and squeezed them around her boobs to keep them tightly pressed around his shaft. He then slammed one fist into the floor and cupped her face with the other in a gentle touch.


“Yes, Wyun…” he groaned as his thumb brushed against her cheek and his fingers scratched along her neck. “...don’t you stop!”


She murmured something around his dick which sent vibrations up his shaft. He groaned aloud and clicked his tongue and gave her earlobe the gentlest pinch he could.


“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” He said before a lustful sigh. And she narrowed her eyes in response before sucking on him in sloppier and louder motions.


And that mix of outrage and submission hit something deep inside of the half-orc. And his back arched as he snarled to the sky and thick ropes of seed splashed out from his cock. He forced himself to look down at Wyun’s face and watch as her throat bobbed as she tried to drink every bit of sweetness he gave to her. And what she couldn’t trap inside her throat spilled dribbled out past her lips in a wet sticky smear on her lovely face.


And as he pumped his last load, she raised her head off her cock with a big loud “Ah”. Then she wiggled to the side until she could look into his eyes.


“Ragar…oh hot stiff Ragar…” she said with a playful coo while a teasing finger twirled up and down his still hard cock. “...did you think this is what I meant when I said you should lighten up?”


Her breasts jiggled as she giggled. She wore a smug little grin as she teased his shaft which turned to a gasp of surprise when he grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her off her feet.


“I’m starting to think that it was.” Ragar said as he guided her light goblin body so her sex hovered over his still wet and sticky cock. He rubbed her folds with that quivering length which smeared his cum and her spit along her hungry horny flesh. “Unless you think I’m still too stiff and want to help.”


He held her there with a gentle grip around her waist. He wanted nothing more than to drill her on the spot and make her howl his name. But there was a gentility and respect that was still stronger than the impossibly undaunted lust she made him feel. And whatever she said in response, he’d accept and respect without a second thought.


But he couldn’t help but feel some great relief when she nodded her head and said…


“Fuck me until I forget Azuth’s name!”


Ragar grinned and slammed her down onto his shaft in one slick thrust. And she held onto his wrist and called out with a babbling murmur of Hnngh and Yesss that stoked a fire he often hid beneath a calm exterior. 


He bounced her up and down on his cock which drew rapid gasps and moans from her throat. Her fingers were tight enough around his wrist that he thought she might just break his arm in two while her legs dangled and swung with the fevered motion. Her body trembled from the full feeling of that big hard dick especially when his tip hammered in on her sensitive spots. And though her tits ached from flopping up and down, she couldn’t help but to beg him to go harder, faster, and deeper.


And so he pushed a little more every few thrusts until he felt her ass slap down on his hefty swinging nuts. And it was then that the lovers had lost track of all noises, all sights, all scents and sensations of anything but the rhythmic slap of their bodies crashing together.


And then they came as one. Their bodies released their essence and juices in a torrential blend that bound their nethers together. The floor was blessed with the splash of their juices and their bodies grew slack and limp as exhaustion, at last, took over the simple want they felt for one another.


It was all they could do to work together as Ragar laid down on his back and Wyun crawled off his cock and nuzzled against his chest.


Wyun kept her eyes closed as she grinned and traced patterns on Ragar’s chest and wondered if his smile was as goofy as his.


“So…” she said with a tired little whimper, “...I think I figured out how we’ll get past big tall and ugly and back to the vale.”


“Hmmm? How?” he said.


She grinned and patted his chest as she nuzzled his cheek to her chest.


“You just let me sleep and I’ll fill you in in the morning.”
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Night fell and morning rose over the desiccated and ruined Helmite temple. And though the grounds around that broken place were often as quiet as a lonely road, the undead was roused by their two living invaders who spent the larger part of an evening in comforts denied to them by their accursed fate.


The undead legions were trapped within the confines of the estate as the wrought iron gates were blessed by priests long ago who dared not venture into the blighted grounds while remaining determined to keep the horrors from spilling forth. Most of the undead were mindlessly ravenous beasts. But the largest was patient, intelligent, and cruel. For it was a shadowy sentinel summoned and forged by a corrupted priest some time ago to keep Helm's shield buried and out of use in the endless crusades of Good vs Evil. And it watched the cathedral with narrowing eyes and bade the others follow its lead.


Because though none of them could step foot towards the belltower, which was the last bastion of holy protection in that blighted estate, it was confident that it wouldn't need to do much more than wait. Either the living within would be ambushed if they tried to escape or they'd remain trapped inside of the bell tower until they died of starvation.


Either result suited it well, though its hungering drooling jaws preferred the former to the latter. And when it spotted the front door to the belltower sliding open, it realized its wish had been fulfilled.


The creature pushed up off the ground and snuffled along with the dirt. Its muscles tensed as it made ready to leap and lunge for the pair when they emerged. As second passed it dreamt of biting down on the half-orc's throat then smashing the goblin beneath its paw and of the choice meaty bits, it would call its meal.


Then an explosion tore the door off its hinges with a bright radiance that blinded it. And as the creature's eyes adjusted to the flash, it saw a sight that made its heart beat and chill like ice.


For in the doorway was a seraph that floated a foot off the ground and stood at the height of at least three tall men. In one hand it held a glowing spear that radiated with solar light and in the other was a shield that bore a sigil that was as divine as it was unknown to the beast.


And that sight made the beast freeze in place as it felt an emotion it had never before.


The smaller undead that littered the yard sensed the creature's fear and fled to the depths of the larger cathedral. Some shuffled, others lumbered, and others crawled their legless bodies as fast as they could.


And the larger beast wanted to join them in hiding, but the seraphim took note of it and pointed its spear.


I have to fight, the beast thought, but how can I kill it?


The seraphim's feet touched the ground and broke into a sprint. Then it raised its spear and aimed for its throat. The beast reached up to bock the spear thrust as it prayed to Bane for strength to kill this righteous monster.


The spear pierced into the beast’s hand and…it felt nothing at all.


The beast blinked its too many eyes as the illusion was dispelled. And all too late it heard a goblin woman yell…


“GO AND GET IT, RAGAR!”


It realized too late that it had been tricked as the Half-orc bounded off a broken pillar stone and raised its weapon high. And the weapon ignited with a radiant light blessed by the goblin's magic and the half-orc's blessings. And the weapon struck true on its unprotected hide as it pierce its flesh of shadow and then lodged into its heart. The half-orc then jerked his arm back and tore the heart free of its cursed body. Then the half-orc smashed the heart on a nearby stone ending the beast's life.


The creature collapsed and stared with hate at the adventurers. It could only watch as the goblin leaped into the half-orcs arms who then broke into a sprint for the front gate.


