Chapter 1 - Chapter 1 (First Draft)

“What’s the matter? I simply gave you what you wanted…”


The voice rang out in her head as she woke, groggy and tired. She was exhausted and her body ached in ways she had previously thought impossible. It took her a moment for her vision to return to her. She didn’t recognize this room and as she sat up, (or at least tried), she found herself mostly covered in bandages, including one covering her left eye. She laid there as she tried to remember what had happened to her to leave her in such a state when she felt a sudden discomfort growing between her legs. 
Confused, she slid the blankets down, ignoring the protests of her aching body as she threw the blankets off of her, getting a better look at herself.
Her panic grew into a pit in her stomach as she saw it. Down between her legs sat a thick, stiff and very male phallus. One she knew was not there before, a quick inspection revealed that it was not only did she have the shaft, but the sack as well. On top of that, it wasn’t replacing what was already there. It somehow was in addition to it. What made matters worse is that this new thing of hers felt like it required attention. 
Slowly and hesitantly she reached down to touch it, wrapping her fingers around it. This wasn’t her first time handling one, but it was still strange from this perspective. She slowly began stroking it, causing a soft groan to emanate from her lips. It felt good, really good. It almost made sense as to why men were so obsessed with it all the time as she picked up the pace, gripping it tighter, lightly bucking her hips into her own hand as the pain of her body seemed to melt away, if only for the moment as her groans grew into lewd moans as her other hand slid down her figure, slipping past the shaft to caress her sack.
Feeling her rough hands on the sensitive flesh was definitely surprising, but not unpleasant as she gently squeezed. The sensation only making her voice grew louder as her hand pumped her shaft faster and faster. She felt a pressure building and when she couldn’t hold back anymore, it erupted from the head of her shaft, splashing stream after stream of hot white cum over herself. Her body twitching as the sensation shot through her, causing her to moan loudly. 
She panted and laid back in the bed, the ache returning to her body. She caught her breath but she noticed that her stiffness remained. The feeling of satisfaction fading as quickly as it came to her. “This can’t be real,” she muttered to herself as she reached down and began again. 
After two more climaxes and still no satisfaction, she fell back into the bed, sweaty and exhausted and frustrated. She didn’t understand, no men she had ever seen could last like this. It didn’t help that she didn’t know where it came from. But then it dawned on her, the memories flooding back to her as it all sank in on what had happened…




CHAPTER 1


Vaneras groaned as she woke to the sound of the usual bustle outside her home, it didn’t help that she had left the window open the night before, but when the summer nights were so hot she didn’t have much other choice. Even with the window open and sleeping naked, she still woke with sweat covering herself. She rolled over, laying on her back and stared up at the ceiling, not wanting to really think about the day ahead of her. No doubt plenty of work to do at the shop, but at least for now she had this time to herself.
An idea crossed her mind as she slid her blankets off of herself. Vaneras was large for a woman, that is to say she was tall and muscular but a lifetime of working in the family’s forge would do that to a girl. The normal peach color of her skin slightly darkened from her time spent in the forge, in addition to having green eyes and bright red hair that trailed down her back.
These details were the furthest thing from her mind at the moment, as she gently traced her fingers down her figure, gently slipping them between her legs. She brushed her fingers against her clitorus as a shock of pleasure ran through her as she applied more pressure, biting her lip and groaning softly as she rubbed herself. She tried not to make too much noise, not wanting to alert the rest of her family as her free hand caressed one of her breasts. She spread her legs a bit more, rubbing herself harder before starting to slip a pair of fingers into herself, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she slipped her fingers deeper into her, running them in and out of her, curling her fingers inside her to hit that spot just right.
She picked up the pace as a warm wetness drenched her fingers, bringing herself closer and closer to climax until she was right on the verge, her body tensing up in anticipation, only for a sudden bang at her door to interrupt her.
“Vaneras!” Her father’s voice came from behind the door, “It’s time to get up, there’s work to do.”
“Yeah, alright,” she called back, trying not to give any clue as to what he had just interrupted before grumbling to herself, frustrated. She could technically finish, but the mood was ruined. She sighed and got up, her room was small and plain, wood floors and walls with no decorations to speak of. Vaneras didn’t mind, she didn’t spend much time in her room outside of sleeping anyway. In one corner, beside her bed a dresser was tucked with a full length mirror in the opposite corner and a single window on the opposite wall as her bed, currently open. 
Her room was on the top floor of the building, so there was little risk of someone peeking in at her as she pulled herself off of her bed, not that she would even care if they did. She walked over to her dresser and opened one drawer before pulling out a set of work clothes. A pair of tightly fitting black trousers with a grey tunic. She took a moment to tie her hair back as she glanced at herself in the mirror. At twenty years old, Vaneras was set to take over her family’s business. A smithy, one that primarily made arms and armor for the kingdom. They were not they only smith to do so, while the kingdom had their own, it was not uncommon for them to receive any surplus orders that the primary smithy couldn’t handle. 
Vanera’s father was an ex-crusader, and still had plenty of connections. That, alongside their business residing within Elesphia, the capital city, gave them certain advantages when acquiring these extra work orders.
Vaneras closed her dresser drawer and pulled her socks and boots on before stepping over to the window, the street below as busy as one might expect when you live on the market street. But her eyes were drawn upward, to the massive figure that loomed overhead. It was a sight that everyone in the country of Struinia was accustomed to. A massive dragon, larger than any mountain silently watched over the entire country. Apparently it was the petrified body of an old god, frozen where he was originally slain forever ago. It’s visage could be seen from nearly everywhere in the country as it sat at the westernmost point of the nation. It’s body and the mountains around it serving as the border between Struinia and the neighboring Ascain.
Supposedly no one could cross the border itself and had to sail around it, the mountains too difficult to scale, and it was said that nightmarish creatures resided there. It was unclear if they were spawned there, or merely drawn to the old god’s grave. Vaneras had also heard the rumors that the weapon that had slain the god, still resided lodged in its skull, but no one had ever made it up there to investigate; the ones that tried never came back.
Most people were taught to fear its image, a reminder of what the world was spared from eons ago. Some even fearing that the god may wake one day, but for whatever reason Vaneras found his image comforting. Ever since she was a little girl, no matter what happened, it was always there.
“Good morning to you too, Drakkahn,” she said softly before closing the window and stepping out of her room. She descended two flights of stairs and found herself in the dining room. There, her mother was clearing the table.
Katka was a round, stout woman but one that commanded attention with her presence. Her face certainly showed her age but it rarely ever lost its kind yet stern charm.She had long brown hair, currently worn in a braid. She wore a dark red dress with white accents and an apron with various stains from a number of foodstuffs.
While the family mainly made their money from the smithy, it was never her way. While most of the family spent the day crafting various metalworks, she alongside Vaneras’ youngest brother, Thomas, spent the day baking breads and desserts and sold them in the town.
The table was mostly empty,everyone else had already eaten since Vaneras 'slept in’. But there was still a plate of fried meat and eggs waiting, Vaneras thanked her quietly and ate quickly, knowing her father would have little patience for her tardiness; especially when there was work to be done.
Vaneras finished off the plate within minutes, thanking her mother again, who gave a knowing nod as Vaneras stepped out into the smithy. Her father, Niklas barely acknowledged her as he worked at the forge. Niklas was a burly man, standing about an average height for a man. His face was worn with age and experience, though hidden mostly behind a thick beard. What was once crimson red hair turned a darker tone with age as small streaks of white began to find their way through his hair. His arms remained thick and strong from years of working metal, the rest of his body had been let go a bit. His belly a long way away from the chiseled muscle he had in his younger days as a crusader. 
Vaneras passed him, already knowing what they had to do. They had been working on an order of shields for the city guard for the past week.It was a simple task that she was familiar with and could practically do it with her eyes closed. She quickly got to work with Tyrese, her other brother, working and shaping the metal as needed. 
Tyrese was only two years younger than Vaneras, he was tall with short red hair and had a leaner build than average but was just as good in the forge as Vaneras was. The two continued working for a few hours, finishing as midday rolled around. The three of them loading the fruits of their labors onto a large cart, hitched to a mule. They covered it with a tarp and tied it down as to prevent anything from falling off of the cart in transit.
“Vaneras, make the delivery,” Niklas said to her, a small way of punishing her for sleeping in.
“Yeah yeah,” Vaneras said as she stepped up onto the cart, taking the reins of the mule. She didn’t mind making the trip, if anything it’d be nice to get out of the forge. They’d been working nearly non stop since the order came in and being able to get out into town was refreshing.
She pulled the cart onto the street, slowly pushing through the traffic, making her way up to the castle grounds that sat at the far edge of town. The city itself was large, consisting of several different districts, the higher class ones being closer to the castle. It was generally pretty easy to tell which district you were in based on how tall the buildings around you were, but even then they failed to hide Drakkahn’s image from the skyline. Although, there were a handful of spots in town where it was less noticeable.
She made her way to the main road that cuts through the center of town, eventually making her way to the castle gates. She’d seen it a number of times before, the same white walls, almost spotlessly clean of marks or any signs of wear or damage. She saw the familiar guards, clad in gleaming metal armor with blue and gold tabards, clad with a white griffin, the symbol of the royal family. She never learned the names of the guards at the front gate, their faces often covered by helmets. But she did start to recognize their voices and body types.
Today it was a larger man, though Vaneras found that he didn’t actually speak much, the other being a tall man with a slim build and a thick western accent. “About bloody time you showed up with that!” The tall one said as she stopped at the gate, waiting to be let in. She knew they actually had till the end of the day to finish and were technically ahead of schedule but she knew that the guards liked to give her a little guff when she made deliveries. She felt like it was his indirect way of trying to flirt with her. She would play along but was never really interested.
“Well, there here,” she responded, “You want them or not? I’m sure someone else would be more than willing to pay double for these.”
“Alright, alright,” The guard responded, “Enough of that, the captain’s been waiting for you.” He called up to the other guards above them. “Open the gate! Delivery coming through!”
After a moment, the heavy wooden gate opened up, allowing her to pass as she brought the cart into the castle grounds. The castle grounds were massive, about as large as a town in and of itself. It was full of lush gardens as well as serving as the headquarters for the city guard. It also held a military barracks, housing the kingdom’s private guard and the central headquarters of the crusaders
Unlike the military, the crusaders operated within the kingdom. They claimed to operate under the will of Delvos, the god of light, but Vaneras found their methods a bit extreme. It felt to her that it was all just an excuse to oppress people for whatever reasons those in charge chose. They gave the public air of purity but everyone knew that it was bullshit, but they also knew better than to call them out on it. While shadier areas were not heavily enforced, being caught committing any number of ‘impure’ acts could get one publicly shamed at best, and executed at worst.
But their main interest was eradicating demons and monsters that have become an increasing problem in the country over the years. And even in that case they go a bit overboard, enforcing a ban on any and all magic, calling it an affront to their god. Anyone caught using it executed as a witch. Frankly all it took was an accusation and they’d haul you off. She sighed and tried to push these thoughts from her mind as she made her way around the castle grounds. 
Around behind the castle was where the headquarters for the city guard was located. As she did, she passed a training ground where it seemed that new potential recruits were being tested, sparring against members of the guard. As she passed them, she must have caught the eye of a few as she started to hear some of them calling out to her.
“Damn girl, what did you do to get a bod like that?” One of them called out.
“I think she has bigger muscles than you,” another teased as she continued on, ignoring them as some continued to call out to her. She met with Brant at the nearby armory. Brant was a guard captain, a large and burly man with tanned skin, a bald head and a thick black moustache, flecked with white hairs. He was an old friend of her father’s and was usually the one sending orders to their smithy. Beside him were two other guards under his command.
“I see you’ve already met the new recruits,” Brant teased her as she approached, still within earshot of the trainees. 

“Real bunch of winners,” Vaneras said as she pulled the cart to a stop and climbed off. The two guards beside Brant stepping forward and began unloading the cart, bringing the shields into the armory.
“We take what we can get,” Brant responded, “weed out the weak or otherwise unworthy. We will likely only keep about two or three out of that group.”
Vaneras glanced over at the group of trainees, one of them currently sparring with one of the other guards, under the supervision of another captain. The young trainee was clearly outclassed as he struggled to hold off the guard’s attacks with a sword and shield. It didn’t take long for him to be knocked down, the blade of the guard’s sword held to his throat and he forfeited.

Vaneras rolled her eyes at them, quietly judging the match but keeping them to herself. The weapons in her hands she had made herself, alongside her brother and father. Part of her was frustrated to see them used so foolishly. But part of her had also become familiar with said weapons. She had spent several hours practicing with them once the forging had been done. While she was no expert with them, she knew them better than the average person.
“Why don’t you go show them a thing or two,” Brant suggested with a chuckle, seeing the look in her eyes.
“I shouldn’t,” Vaneras said, clearly wanting to as she watched the men fumble about almost like children playing with sticks. She definitely wished to go show them what for, partially to show them up partially just to blow off steam but all she could think of was what her father would say for wasting time.
“It’ll take some time for us to unload this cart,” Brant said, as if sensing Vaneras’ concern.
Vaneras paused before speaking, “I suppose I could watch….” she said, as if he would actually believe her.
But all Brant did was quietly turn back to his men, telling her; “I’ll come find you when we’re done,” and left her to her own devices. She left the cart and made her way over to the training grounds. It didn’t take long for one of the guys to notice her.
“Well well,” the man said, he was an average looking man, short brown hair and a slight stubble. “The lady finally comes around. Take a seat, darlin, and get a good look.”
“Actually,” Vaneras said, “I came to show you guys how it’s done. It honestly looks like a bunch of boys just figuring out how to play with themselves.”
The response was a mix of boisterous teasing and genuine anger at her comment. “Well then,” the man said, clearly irritated, “then why don’t you?”
The guard that was overseeing the exercise looked over to Brant, silently asking if this was ok as Brant; who was watching from a distance, nodded with a knowing smirk.
Vaneras vaulted herself over the fence, followed by the first man she spoke to. They both took the training weapons from the previous two combatants. Vaneras could tell that these weapons had been through hell, the blade of the sword she was handed was chipped and scratched and partially rusted. But even through all of that she could still recognize her craftsmanship.
With the sword, she was given a shield, it wasn’t something she preferred but she took it and strapped it into place on her arm. Her father always said that a craftsman should be familiar with their craft, so both her and her brother were both made to be at least a little familiar with holding a sword. Vaneras took to it more than her brother did, almost an obsession with blades and weaponry. Her favorite was the greatsword, but she could make do with this.
As the two faced off from each other, the guard overseeing them spoke up. “First to fall loses,” he said, “try to keep injuries to a minimum, and obviously no lethal blows.” He stood back from the two of them and blew the whistle to signal them to begin.
The man immediately rushed her, swinging wildly with his sword. The way he moved made it obvious to see that he had never held a sword before. His swing was wide and he put too much weight behind it, putting him off balance. Vaneras easily deflected it with her own blade and lifted her shield, throwing her weight into him and smashing the shield into his torso, pushing him back and knocked the air out of him. Their audience giving various sounds of being impressed mixed with the expected heckling as Vaneras let him catch his breath before he came at her again, rushing her and going for a stab. Vaneras sidestepped it, much to the man’s frustration as he tried to slash at her.
Vaneras met her blade with his, clashing as the man pushed against her. Vaneras pushed him back but he charged again, just as quickly, the two clashed blades repeatedly before Vaneras made an attack of her own, she met her blade with his shield, but there was more power in the strike than he expected. His knees buckled under the pressure as she continued to strike his shield, but he would not go down so easily. He gave one last desperate attack, stabbing his blade at her but Vaneras swung at it with her own. The blades clashed but this time, the man’s sword broke, the blade shattering into several pieces as he fell to the dirt, Vaneras standing over him victorious.
Vaneras panted as she looked down at him, the feeling of her win washing over her and it felt… good. It as a feeling that she would compare to pure ecstasy as she felt her heart racing in her chest and a heat developing in her loins. But it was the voice of the onlookers, some cheering for her victory and others upset. They seemed impressed over her breaking her opponent's sword as she did although it was due more to the weapon’s poor condition than her own ability; but she wasn’t about to tell them that.
She was about to see if anyone else wanted to go when she saw Brant approaching the sparring ground. “It sounds like you’ve made quite the show,” he said with a jolly chuckle while he observed the aftermath. “If you’re anything like your father, I’d not be surprised to hear you fight like such a beast,” he teased her a little, “either way, we’re done unpacking.”
Vaneras returned the training weapons to the guard and climbed over the fence as the other men continued to watch her, murmurs of various opinions of her and who her father might be. Not all of the words spoken were positive ones and there were more than a few voicing desires of more unsavory acts with her but she paid them no mind. A small part of her liked the attention but she pushed that part down. 
When she approached, Brant handed her a hefty sack of gold coins. “There’s a bonus for finishing on such short notice,” he told her. “Give your father my thanks.”
Vaneras barely heard the words, her mind elsewhere, still stuck on that feeling welling up inside her. “Uh… yes, of course,” she said, finally snapping out of it. “Thank you.” She took the sack from him and returned to her cart before climbing onto it making her way back home.
As she made her way back, her mind mulling over the fight as she tried to figure out why winning it made her feel so good. Was it because she completely overpowered him? Possibly. She had sparred with her brother before, but their matches were never that intense and they were more so their father could teach them how to use the weapons they crafted.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice, “Vaneras!” it called. She turned to see Julia walking alongside her cart. Julia was a pretty girl, the same age as Vaneras, with long wavy blonde hair and blue eyes. She was a little on the shorter side, with a plump yet curvy figure. Vaneras could tell why she was so popular with men and she was almost jealous of that. Most found Vaneras intimidating, it was possibly why Julia hung out with her so much, she scared away potential suitors. If it was the case, Vaneras didn’t mind, she enjoyed the girl’s company.
“I haven’t seen you in days, where have you been girl?” she asked as she unceremoniously climbed up beside Vaneras on the cart.
“The forge has been keeping us all busy for a while,” she admitted, “But we’ve just finished a job, just delivered it actually.”
“Good! I’ve been aching for a good night out and I won’t take no for an answer, you’re coming with me,” Julia insisted.
“Hmmm, I suppose,” Vaneras teased her, “I haven’t heard you prattle on for a while so I guess I can tolerate it for a night.”
Julia laughed, punching her friend’s arm in jest, “You’re so cruel!” she giggled. “At least one of us gets out and about. You get yourself so wrapped up in your work, you’ll waste away before you’ve even had a chance to live.” 
“Yes yes, I know. Let’s not start on that again,” Vaneras said as she turned the cart onto the market street, her home coming into view. She pulled the cart around the back of the house and climbed off, letting the mule go to graze in the backyard.
“Vaneras!” her father’s booming voice called out as he noticed she was back, he didn’t actually seem upset, but his natural tone of voice always made it sound that way. “You took longer than expected,” he said.
“It was difficult getting there,” she said, “the market was busy today. And it took them a while to unload it all.” She wasn’t exactly lying, but she also left out the detail about her sparring match. She didn’t want to think about what he would say if he found out. “Brant was there,” she continued on, handing over their payment. “Said there was a bonus for taking the job on such short notice.”
Her father took the sack and felt its weight in his hand, not even bothering to count it all as he seemed satisfied. “Very well,” he said, opening the sack and taking out a handful of the gold. “Here’s your split. You, uh… did well today,” he seemed a bit uneasy complimenting her, and it equally took Vaneras off guard. Her father did not give out compliments often. Nevertheless she took gold and slipped the coins into the pockets of her trousers. “Uh, thank you,” she said. “I was planning on going out with Julia tonight so… I’ll probably be back late.”
Her father looked over to Julia, only now seeming to notice she was even there. The small girl waved to him and he nodded. “Alright, but be careful, you know how your mother worries.” With that, he turned and returned into the house, leaving the two girls alone.
“I always forget how intense your dad is,” Julia said.
“And I have to deal with it every day,” Vaneras muttered as she walked with her back around the house and onto the market street. “First I need a bath, I’ve been working all day and a hot soak sounds wonderful.”
“Let’s go to the one in the high end district!” Julia suggested. “With that much coin you can definitely afford it.”

“I’m not your sugar daddy you know,” Vaneras teased her, and I’d like to keep some of it for my savings.”
“Mmmm, But you could be,” Julia teased her back, suddenly linking her arm with Vaneras, suddenly walking as if the two were lovers. “Please, daddy,” she said in mock seduction.
It brought a blush to Vaneras’ face but she pushed it down, pulling her arm from Julia’s. “Careful, someone might get the wrong idea,” she scolded her, “You know you shouldn’t joke like that.”
“Pssh,” Julia responded, “nobody actually cares. Don’t be such a prude.”
“I’d still rather not take any chances,” Vaneras told her as they walked. Knowing her luck a Crusader might see them and suddenly they’d be hauled in for indecency. But the thought lingered in Vaneras’ mind. Julia was very pretty, she wouldn’t actually be interested… would she? She tried not to let the thought last but she couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like. To share a bed with her friend, the two of them naked and embracing passionately. She could feel her face growing red and she couldn’t stop it.
“You ok there?” Julia’s voice suddenly interrupted her, noticing Vanera’s face.
“Uh.. yeah, just a little overheated,” she lied, trying to brush it all off. “It was a hard day today. Just need to relax a little.” Vaneras wasn’t quite sure what was going on with her today, first the fight and now this? Maybe because she didn’t get to finish this morning. That had to be it, she was still pent up from that. Maybe later she could finish what she started and get it all out of her system.
She tried not to let it distract her as they walked into the higher end districts that were closer to the castle. They stepped inside and the clerk behind the counter looked them over, it was clear he noticed they weren’t quite the usual type of customers but he said nothing about it as they approached. “And what can I do for you today?” he asked them.
Vaneras placed two gold coins on the counter, “A private bath please,” she said.
“Very well,” the man said, taking the coins and leading them further into the building. Past the larger public bathing area and to the smaller and more personal baths, though they could easily still fit a group of people. It was commonly used so that groups of friends didn’t have to deal with intermingling with other customers. The man showed them to the door of one of these baths and left them alone. The two girls stepped in and were met with a small changing area where they could leave their clothes and belongings. Vaneras quietly started undressing, pulling her tunic up over her head and placing it on a small shelf in front of her.
“I forget how big you are,” Julia suddenly piped up, causing Vaneras to blush. “I think I’ve seen men with smaller muscles,” she said as she suddenly reached out feeling the muscles across Vaneras’ back, causing her to shudder lightly. Julia giggled and withdrew her hand, to Vaneras’ partial disappointment, “But it's a good look for you,” Julia continued as she undressed. It would take longer for her to get all of her clothes off as she wore a corset over a long flowing dress. “You don’t see girls like you very often.”
Vaneras didn’t really say anything as she finished undressing, she turned to see Julia pulling her dress off. She was facing the other direction and Vaneras got a good look at the girl’s backside. Julia was slightly on the pudgy side but had wide hips and strong looking thighs. Vaneras couldn’t stop herself from staring as Julia finished undressing and turned around. “God, what I wouldn’t give to have a body like yours,” Julia mused, looking Vaneras over.
Bashful, Vaneras crossed her arms, trying to casually cover herself. “Not so sure about that,” she said as she stepped into the large bath. The hot water felt good as she sank down into it, letting it wash over her as she gave a satisfied groan, resting her head back against the side of the tub.
“I dunno, you look like you could lift me no problem,” Julia said as she sank into the water beside her, sliding down under the water before coming back up, pushing her hair out of her face. “I mean, being cute is nice and all, but I’m sure plenty of guys look at you and are afraid you’ll fuck up their day,” she giggled at the thought.
“I mean… I kinda did today…” Vaneras admitted.
Julia perked up, “Oh really? Do tell?”
Vaneras began to tell her what had happened when she went to deliver what they had made. About the potential guards sparring and how she interrupted it and made a fool out of one of the guys.
“See! You’re a total fucking badass!” Julia said.
“If you say so,” Vaneras said. “It did feel good though…. Really good.” As she thought back on it that feeling was coming back to her. She bit her lip and tried to hide it as she avoided eye contact with Julia.
“I can imagine,” Julia mused as she sank back a little into the tub, looking up at the ceiling. “Some guys are just such assholes and I’d love to be able to knock them down a few pegs. Like the guys that just grab your ass out of nowhere. It’s such bullshit that they can just get away with that because they’re bigger than me.” She gave a sigh, “And it’s always the gross old pervs that do it. Never the cute guys who you’d actually want to make a move on you.”
“I think you’re undermining your own statement,” Vaneras told her.
“I’ll do whatever I want with my statement!” Julia exclaimed, sitting up in frustration.
“I get that some people are just a pain to deal with,” Vaneras said, “But sometimes it’s not worth getting involved with, even if it is to show them up. And it’s not like you can punch everyone who pisses you off. Even if that would be way easier.”
“If you did that you’d probably kill them,” Julia chuckled. She reached over and grabbed a bar of soap from the side of the bath, beginning to use it to wash herself. “I can wash your back if you like,” She offered.
“Uh… no thank you,” Vaneras declined as she grabbed another bar of soap and did the same. The way her mood has been today, it’d be weird to let her do that, right? She forced herself to stop thinking about it as she dunked her head underwater to wet her hair before washing it as well, rinsing the whole thing.
Once they had finished washing up, they finally got out of the tub and dried off before they got dressed. Vaneras tried harder not to stare at Julia as she dressed. Even though the girl had the most grabbable ass Vaneras had seen. 
She tore her eyes away from the other girl and focused on dressing herself, she had to get this thing out of her system, but that was a problem for later. She just had to keep herself focused.
The two of them stepped out of the room and left the building, the man behind the counter paying them no mind as they left. When they stepped outside, the sun was already setting. “Guess we were in there for a little while,” Julia mused. She took the lead, clearly knowing where she wanted to go and Vaneras already had an idea. Soon enough her suspicions were confirmed as The Cracked Cask came into view. “How did I know?” Vaneras said as they walked up to the tavern.
It sat in the higher end’s residential district, despite this it was a tavern where nearly everyone from across the city congregated, passing adventurers, general townsfolk, off duty guards and crusaders. It saw the whole lot.
The two of them entered amid the noisy crowd and made their way to the bar where they were met by a man most people in the area were familiar with. His name was Forest Thornhill, a thirty year old man of average height. He had a slightly overweight build with short grey hair and matching beard with green eyes. He had a thick, square jaw and generally had a grumpy demeanor, though was a man of few words. Nobody really knew much about him, he had shown up in town a few years back and opened up the tavern and that was it. Though he didn’t really talk much about himself, he seemed to know quite a bit about everyone else. It made sense considering that he spent his day seeing all kinds of people, gossip came and went through this place all day and night.
He looked over the two waiting for them to make an order, “I’ll have the prime rib,” Vaneras said, “and a mug of ale.”
“I’ll take the stew,” Julia added, “give me some ale as well, while you’re at it.” Vaneras placed a few coins on the counter and Forest collected them. He turned and got them both their drinks first before turning to a grill behind him, already burning with hot coals as he placed a slab of meat on top of it. As it cooked he turned to a large pot simmering nearby, scooping out a hefty serving of stew into a bowl and placing it in front of Julia who stirred it for a moment before bringing the spoon her lips as Vaneras took a generous swig from her large mug, setting it down with a satisfied sigh.
“I swear, you tuck it back like a man,” Julia teased her.
“I was never the dainty type,” Vaneras responded, “Frankly speaking, I’ve found it more annoying than anything.”
“It’s part of your charm,” Julia chuckled. “But now that you’re done with your big project, what are you gonna do next?”
Vaneras shrugged, taking another drink, “Dunno,” she responded, “Wait for the next one.”
“That’s so booooring!” Julia groaned, “You can’t just spend all your life in some dirty forge.
“Why not? The work is steady and pays well, it’s a good profession,” Vaneras defended herself.
“But it’s boring,” Julia repeated.
“It’s realistic,” Vaneras responded curtly.
“You’ve got to have something, anything that you want to do. Something that isn’t just the day to day grind,” Julia prodded.
Vaneras paused, debating if she should tell her. “There is…. One thing,” she finally said.
“Oh? Go on, go on!” Julia pleaded with her. “Tell, tell!”
“It’s just a… personal project,” Vaneras admitted.
“It’s a weapon, isn’t it?” Julia guessed. “You’re so predictable.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Vaneras asked.
“Even your free time is spent in that forge,” Julia complained. “It’s just proof you need to get out more.”
Vaneras was saved from more teasing as Forest placed a steak in front of her on the counter. Vaneras was eager to dig in, partially due to her own genuine hunger as well as to give her an excuse to not listen to Julia’s ribbings. She managed to devour it almost as soon as it showed up, like a ravenous animal that had been starved for days. In truth, she blended in pretty well with the rest of the tavern’s patrons.
Vaneras cleared her plate quickly enough, sitting back as she polished off her drink. She was about to say something when a voice broke out above the murmur of the crowd.
“Yeah, there’s the bitch!” a drunken voice called out, managing to silence the rest of the patrons.
Vaneras turned in her seat to find the man she had sparred with earlier that day. His face was bright red, likely from drinking as he stumbled at her as four other men followed behind him, looking equally inebriated. “Fucking bitch,” the man grumbled, as he stumbled toward her, “Making a fool out of me.”
It was clear he was looking to pick a fight as she got off of the stool she was sitting on, standing over most of them. Seeing this caused a few of them to start to back away.
“Oh, feeling confident are we?” the man grumbled. “Think you can take on me and the boys eh?”
He was about to say something else but Vaneras didn’t give him a chance, she pulled her arm back and punched him square in the face. She didn’t hold back, hitting him as hard as she could. She could feel his nose breaking beneath her knuckles as he was knocked back and onto the floor, blood seeping from his nostrils. “Fuck!” he exclaimed, “Fuck- Fuckin’ bitch!” He was stunned, dizzy as he tried and failed to stand up. People began to gather around them to see what was going on. The man’s friends came to his side to help him as he continued to ramble. Once he was on his feet again, he looked like he was about to try again before a booming voice interrupted them.
“Enough!” Forrest commanded from behind the bar, “Napier, you start another fucking fight in my bar and I’ll tell your wife who I’ve seen you bring in here after I throw your ass out!”
The man, Napier, grumbled in response but backed down. “Wouldn’t be worth it,” he said as he and his friends left.
“I could have taken him,” Vaneras said back to Forrest, a bit disappointed that he broke it up.
“I don’t doubt that,” Forrest told her, “But I’m not interested in having another fight break out here and busting up chairs and tables.” He returned to what he was doing and didn’t say another word about it, much to Vaneras’ annoyance. She hadn’t even noticed the man approaching her as the people who had gathered to see the fight began to disperse.
“That was quite an impressive display,” he said as he offered his hand to her. Vaneras didn’t even have to get his name to know he was a noble. He was tall, or at least looked tall, Vaneras could see the thick soles of his boots that elevated his height. He had wavy blonde hair and blue eyes with perfectly smooth looking skin. Though he was dressed like an adventurer in plate armor, of course polished to the absolute perfection, it carried not a single scratch or mark. At his hip was a fancy looking silver shortsword with a matching buckler at his wrist. Overall, everything he wore looked completely unused and in perfect condition. He looked more like a mannequin a shopkeep would use to display their wares than an actual adventurer.
Nevertheless, Vaneras took his hand and shook it, allowing him to introduce himself. “Aethelweard Hauer,” he said. Vaneras knew this wasn’t his real name, it wasn’t uncommon for nobles to want to “play adventure like the common folk,” as they put it. It wasn’t the first time she had seen one, in fact they were very common in the capital.
“Uh… Vaneras,” she said, “And thanks, I guess.” She was about to leave when he continued on, because of course he did.
“I was hoping you’d join me for a drink or two, after such an altercation you could use to unwind a bit with my friends and I,” he motioned back to a table with two rough looking men, clearly his hired guards who did all of the real fighting during his ‘adventures’.
Vaneras was about to decline him, knowing full well what he had in mind, when Julia suddenly seemed to appear at her side, “We’d love to!” she exclaimed, suddenly turning on the charm as she hung off of Vaneras’ arm.
“Splendid!” Aethelweard said as he led them back to the table, Julia close behind as she pulled Vaneras along. Vaneras giving her a distinctive glare the entire time as Julia simply winked back in response.
Aethelweard introduced his two friends, Ragnvaldr McTaggart, a burly man with a thick orange beard and long hair with a few braids. He wore heavy scale armor with a large axe that rested against the wall beside him. The other was Gabriel Harris, a man with dark skin and a shaved head. He wore an eyepatch over his left eye, his clothing was lighter and carried no visible weapons, the wrappings around his hands suggested he preferred fighting unarmed.
Overall, Vaneras would rather be spending her time with these two than listen to Aethelweard prattle on about clearly exaggerated adventures and feats that they likely actually performed. But at least the drinks were free, she barely paid the noble any mind as she continued to down drink after drink as they were brought to the table. Julia however, appeared to be hanging on his every word as he went on and on for what felt like an eternity.
After some time, the other patrons had filed out of the tavern, only a few stragglers remain. By then, their ‘host’ rose from his spot on the table, “It seems it grows late my darlings,” he said, Vaneras had spent the entire time drinking so she wasn’t really paying attention to him. While she was very good at holding her liquor, her head was heavy and her face was red and she was ready to go home.
“I’d hate to force either of you two fine ladies to walk these streets at this time of night,” Aetheweard continued. “I’ve got a room at the local inn that could easily house the three of us for the evening.”
And there it was, Vaneras certainly wasn’t interested in sharing a bed with this fool tonight and was about to decline him when Julia interrupted. “My sir,” she responded coyly, compared to Vaneras, Julia had hardly had anything to drink and as a result was of much clearer mind. “It’s so kind of you to offer that to us, we’d love to join you.”

Vaneras was about to protest but Julia took her hand, “We’ll meet you and your friends outside, so just give us a moment.”
“Of course,” Aethelweard said as he and his friends left the two of them at the table to pay their tab.

“What are you doing?” Vaneras asked her once they were out of earshot.
“What? He’s cute,” Julia said with a certain spark in her eye. One that Vaneras knew all too well. “I’ve never been with a noble before, it might be fun”
Vaneras groaned, “Well then go with him by yourself,” She said.
“Oh no way,” Julia said. “What if he turns out to be super creepy? At least with you around he shouldn’t try anything too fucked up.”
“I can’t believe you’re so insistent on this,” Vaneras told her.
“Relax,” Julia said, “You don’t have to do anything, just watch and make sure things don’t go too crazy. Just in case he’s some kind of psycho.” 
Vaneras sighed, holding her head in her hand, she was tired and drunk and very much just wanted to go home and sleep. But she knew that she wouldn’t be able to talk Julia out of this and didn’t want to send her off alone. “Fine,” she gave in, “but just to watch over you. He does one thing I don’t like and I step in and this whole thing is over. And you owe me after this”
“Sure, sure,” Julia said as she got up and stepped outside, joining the others. Vaneras sighed and was close behind her. The heaviness of her head translated to the rest of her body. Her movements felt sluggish, though she generally managed to keep her balance as she followed them to the Inn just down the road. They entered the building and Aethelweard’s friends departed to their own room as Aethelweard led them upstairs to the second floor and down a long corridor to a room at the very end. He opened it and let them inside to a pretty large room with a large bed. To the side was a large wardrobe next to a table with a few chairs. Clearly the luxury room, she was sure that this was his idea of ‘slumming it’. 
“Please, ladies,” he said to them, “Make yourselves at home.”
Vaneras made her way over to the table and sat down, crossing her legs, not really hiding the fact that she’d rather not be here.
“Can I get you anything?” Aethelwald asked her.
“No,” Vaneras said curtly, she’d rather not risk anything he gave her.

“She’s just going to watch,” Julia said as she stepped up to him and took his arm in hers, tugging him over to the bed.
“Very well then,” He said as he turned to Julia as she backed up to the bed, sitting up on it as she began to remove his armor, working her hands over the few straps and buckles that held it in place with surprising ease. Vaneras remembered she had showed her how it all worked before, Julia had helped her in and out of armor she had made with her father. She had told her that she had to try it on to see if it worked, but in truth Vaneras just wanted to feel what it was like, if only for a moment.
Within a few moments the various pieces of metal fell to the carpeted floor, leaving the man in the clothes he wore beneath. “That’s better,” Julia said as she ran her hands over his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as Vaneras watched, casually resting her head on her hand as she leaned on the table beside her. This was awkward and hard to watch as Julia slipped his shirt off, revealing his smooth torso before she leaned in, kissing his chest as he slid his arms around her, giving a soft sigh as her hands slid down his back to his beltline as the two of them kissed, pressing themselves against one another. Vaneras couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, confusing as she couldn’t figure out who in that situation she was actually jealous of. Maybe it was all just the drinks talking to her.
The two continued as he began to remove her top, pulling off of her and tossing it aside as he began to kiss down her neck, to her chest as he began to work off her brassiere, quickly getting it off of her and tossing it aside as well. He grasped at her breasts as he buried his face between them, prompting moans from Julia. Vaneras could tell she was exaggerating, the way he grasped at her looked like he barely knew what he was doing, likely nobody was willing to actually teach him how to please a woman for fear of bruising his precious ego.
Once he seemed satisfied he stood up and unbuckled his belt and removed his trousers and undergarments to reveal his hardened member to her, from where Vaneras sat he seemed about average in size. Julia seemed to know exactly what he wanted as she slid off the bed and onto her knees before him, taking his shaft in her hand and stroking him before licking along his shaft, tracing her tongue along it before reaching the head, she danced the tip of her tongue over it before slowly sliding the whole thing into her mouth. 
Aethelweard groaned as she reached the bottom of his shaft, from there she began to bob her head back and forth along him with impressive precision, much to Aethelweard’s pleasure as he continued to groan in response of her work. After a few more moments, Julia relents, looking up at him, stroking him teasingly. “You’re not too close are you?” She smirked up at him.
“Not at all,” he said with a smirk, “But how about we move on to the main event?” he suggested as Julia stood up, slipping her skirt off and letting it fall to the floor. Aethelweard watched as she slipped her undergarments off and hoisted herself up onto the bed, laying back as she spread her legs for him. He climbed up onto the bed, crawling up over her. He spread her legs further as he pressed his member to her crotch, grinding against her for a moment before pressing the head of his member against her, pushing into her, causing a groan as he pushed as deep as he could, groaning out as he began thrusting into her, eliciting moans from Julia as his wild thrusts rocked the bed.
Vaneras didn’t want to watch but couldn’t avert her eyes, Aetheweard thrusting rapidly and furiously, Julia writhing and moaning out beneath him. But something felt off to Vaneras, she had known Julia for years and while she had never seen her in this kind of scenario before, she found it hard to believe that these reactions were genuine. Aetheweard’s wild thrustings hardly seemed like they would be pleasurable. Vaneras told herself that it wasn’t her problem, Julia had gotten herself into this, it wasn’t her fault if it wasn’t good for her. Yet she still found herself getting up from her seat and stepping over to the bed. She pulled herself onto it just behind Aethelweard, he noticed her coming up behind him, but she slipped her hand over his mouth as she pressed herself to her back, “Press back against me and keep quiet,” she told him sternly, placing a hand on his hip, “It looks like somebody needs to properly show you how it’s done.”
Julia looked up at her agast, not sure what Vaneras was doing. Vaneras herself not even sure why she had decided to do this, perhaps the drink in her, maybe she couldn’t bring herself to continue watching the man’s poor performance… whatever the reason, Aetheweard didn’t protest as he pushed himself back against Vaneras’ body as she suddenly pushed him against Julia, somewhat roughly but more steadily than before. The groans that emanated from Julia already sounding more genuine as Vaneras continued to guide Aethelweard’s hips, watching Julia’s reactions, adjusting his thrusts’ pace and speed as need be. The entire time she could see Julia watching her, both of them hardly paying the man between them any mind, he became a tool for the both of them to use as Vaneras began to push him harder and faster, hearing him groan as she could tell he was growing close. Vaneras suddenly pulled himself out of Julia, reaching down to grasp his shat tightly. “You don’t get to do that inside her,” she said into his ear, stroking him just enough to bring him to climax, his shaft throbbed in her hand as he moaned out, shooting his thick load over Julia’s body, Julia herself having reached down between her legs began pleasuring herself to the sight of Vaneras handling him, moaning out as she came to her own climax as his hot seed hit her stomach and torso.
Aetheweard panted heavily as he caught his breath, “My,” he gasped, “that was… quite the experience.” However, Vaneras found that she wasn’t ready to calm down, this whole ordeal had gotten her worked up and she wasn’t about to leave without satisfying her sudden cravings. She tossed Aethelweard to the other side of the bed before taking a moment to pull her tunic off, “I hope you’ve got more where that came from,” she said as she tossed her tunic to the floor, unbuckling her belt and working her trousers off. “Because now I want a turn.” She kicked her trousers and undergarments off, leaving herself naked as she crawled overtop of him, Jula watching her, completely shocked that she’d do this as Vaneras straddled Aetheweard’s hips.
She reached down and grabbed his member, she had to admit it was impressive that he was still hard, though she suspected no one has ever been this rough with him before. She likely awoke some new interest in him as she guided herself down onto him.
She groaned out as she felt him enter her, sliding herself all the way down. She raised her hips a bit before pushing herself back down again. He wasn’t so bad when she was in control, though by this point she was using him for her own pleasure, though he didn’t seem to mind as he moaned out in reaction to her movements, grasping at her hips and pushing up to meet her hips.
Julia watching with interest before slyly crawling over to Vaneras, trailing her hands over Vaneras’ torso, Vaneras herself glancing to Julia but didn’t bother stopping to protest as Julia’s hands slipped over her breasts as Vaneras continued to ride Aethelweard. Julia pulled herself closer, shifting herself to straddle Aethelweard’s torso before pulling Vaneras into a kiss. Vaneras was surprised to find Julia’s lips against hers but found herself returning the gesture as she worked herself faster on Aethelweard’s shaft as she felt Julia’s hands slide around her, running across her back as Vaneras’ hands slid down Julia’s figure, finding their way to her ass.
The two women pressed against each other, hardly paying any attention to the man beneath them at this point, until his groans began intensifying. Vaneras only barely noticed as she could feel a pressure growing in her, working herself as hard as she could on him, moaning into Julia’s lips until she finally felt herself hitting her climax, clinging to Julia as she felt her body twitching, groaning in pleasure as she savored the release. 
As Vaneras was climaxing, Aethelweard continuing to thrust up into Vaneras. He groaned out as he reached his own climax, pushing deep into her as he expelled another volley of his seed.
Vaneras groaned out as she felt him releasing inside her, feeling the warmth of him fill her up. She wasn’t really concerned about it. She was completely caught up in the feeling of satisfaction as she caught her breath.
“My my,” Julia gasped as Vaneras slowly began to calm down, “I don’t think I’d ever expect you do to do something like that.” She leaned in, giving Vaneras one more kiss before pulling her off Aethelweard. Julia lay back on the bed, laying Vaneras beside her with Aethelweard on the other side. Vaneras wanted to protest but she found herself becoming very tired, possibly a combination of the drink in her system and the sudden vigorous activity. Aethelweard himself practically passed out the instant the two women were off of him, looking completely drained and exhausted. Julia had turned on her side and cuddled up to Vaneras.
Vaneras had little time to think about what just happened as she found herself drifting off to sleep
It was several hours before she woke with a groan. Her head throbbed as she forced herself to sit up. She definitely drank too much the night before. It wasn’t until she noticed the other two laying in bed next to her did the memories of the night before came back to her. The whole event bringing a swelling mix of emotions and it was only then did she realize what time it must be. A glance out the window showed that the morning light was filtering through grey overcast skies. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath as she turned to Julia, shaking her awake.
The girl woke with a groan, “What, what is it?” She asked as she looked up at Vaneras. “What’s the rush?”
“Just get up,” Vaneras said, “We have to go.” Things weren’t supposed to have gone this way and yet she got involved, now suddenly panicking like a teenager out past curfew. Part of her also didn’t want to have to put up with Aethelweard once he woke, now that she had a clearer head.
She and Julia dressed and left the room, they were mostly silent as they left the inn and Vaneras walked Julia home. The silence was more than awkward, Vaneras suddenly unable to stop thinking about the night before. Once she finally got to Julia’s place she managed to break the silence.
“About last night,” she said, a heavy feeling in her gut.
“Last night,” Julia spoke up before Vaneras could say anything more, “was just a us having a little bit of fun. It was just a one time thing,” She reached out and took Vaneras’ hand. “Though I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t be up for another go some other time, just the two of us. But that’s up to you, until then, this whole thing will be our little secret.” She let go of Vaneras’ hand, “Now get going, I can tell you’re worried about your dad freaking out at you. I’d say you’re a grown adult and shouldn’t have to worry about what your old man thinks but we’ve had that conversation before.”
“Right,” Vaneras said, blushing lightly, “I’ll…. Talk to you later.” She turned and left her, heading back to her own place. It was still very early, the birds chirping loudly as they woke for the day. In the back of her head, she thought that maybe her father decided to sleep in today, though she knew the man woke up at the crack of dawn every day. She knew Julia was right, she was twenty years old, well over the age where she should be worrying about what her father had to say about what she did on her own time. But that fear was something she never managed to grow out of, especially after having to come home again. She was filled with this dread of disappointing them again, not just her father, her entire family. She felt wholly responsible for the situation they were in to begin with.
Her trail of thought was interrupted as she turned the corner onto their street, seeing her home. Anxiety filled her chest as she drew closer. Maybe she could sneak in through the forge and make her way up to her room without being noticed. She didn’t stop to realize how truly silly the thought was as she snuck around the house and entered the forge, past half finished projects and currently inactive furnace. She found the door to the house and opened it, stepping into the kitchen and in that moment she felt her heart sink. Right as she came in the door she was met with the hulking image of her father, again feeling like a teenager being caught red handed as he looked to her. He looked like he had just woken up and was in the process of pouring a mug of freshly brewed tea.
“Vaneras,” He said, surprised to see her coming in this way.
“I didn’t want to wake anyone up,” Vaneras quickly lied, “Julia and I ended up drinking a bit too much last night. I ended up staying at her place.” Vaneras was half afraid he wouldn’t believe her as the words exited her mouth. She felt like he knew exactly what she was out doing last night, despite that Vaneras knew he had no way of knowing so. In a way, she still felt like a helpless little girl in his presence.
“Very well,” was all he had to say in response to her explanation, he seemed like he had something on his mind as he held out his mug to her. “Here, this may help,” he told her before she took it and he began pouring another. “Come in, sit down,” he said. “There’s something that you and I should talk about.”


