Back at the inn, Arad and Jack sat in the tavern, drinking. “Should we stay awake? In case something happens?” Arad said, looking at the people behind him.
“No, Alcott can take care of most things himself.” Jack replied, “We will know if the situation got dire enough to need us. The two of them will blast across the city streets. I’m telling you.”
Arad sighed, “I need to go and rest,” Arad sighed, standing up. “Already done?” Jack frowned, “That was but one mug. I’m sure you can handle more than anyone.”
“Nah, will drink later.” Arad looked at him, smiling, “When we have safer nights,”
Jack sighed, “Do what you like,” He finished his mug, lifting the whole beer bottle, “This is for me,” He watched Arad go upstairs.
***
Arad reached his room, knocking on the door before entering. Aella sat on the bed inspecting her bow. “Is it damaged?”
“No, I was admiring the craftsmanship.” Aella laid the bow to the side and emptied a spot for Arad.
Arad sat beside her, “Do you think the beast will attack?” He asked.
“Even if he did, Alcott can hold him long enough.” Arad replied, staring at her face, “By the way, thanks for yesterday.” Arad smiled.
“About what?” She stared at him, a bit confused.
“Saving me.” Arad smiled, scratching his chin, “I heard you almost went into a rage.”
Aella smiled, “It was nothing,” she giggled, resting her head on his shoulder. “You’re my master, after all. What could I do without you?”
“Master?” Arad stared at her, remembering she was technically his slave, “I don’t ever remember treating you like a slave.”
“And that’s the problem.” she smiled, resting her head on his hips, “It’s strange when you go from expecting the worse into happiness.”
Arad started combing her hair with his fingers, “I don’t know what you are talking about,” He smiled, “But I don’t intend on treating you like a slave,”
Aella looked up at his face, with a blushing face, her mouth open and closed like a gasping fish. “What if…” she mumbled.
“What?” Arad got his ear closer to her, “I didn’t hear the last part,”
“What if I wanted…”
“I didn’t hear you. Say it again,”
Aella’s face burned like a tomato. Grinding her teeth, “Fine! I will say it,” she sighed, taking a deep breath. “I want to be treated like one,”
Arad froze, staring at her confused, “Did had too much drink?” SMACH! Aella pushed him onto the bed, “That’s not it!” she said, sitting on his hips, “That’s not it.” She rested her head on his chest, sobbing.
“Are you crying?” Arad got even more confused. She was happy just a moment ago. “I can’t understand what you’re thinking unless you tell me,” He patted her head gently.
After a while, Aella calmed down, “Are you okay?”
“Give me a moment,” Aella relied, growing on his chest. “I once used magic and ended up teleported to the battlefield, which resulted in the death of many elves.” She mumbled.
Arad wanted to ask what she was talking about, but he remained silent, listening. If she had anything to vent, she better do it.
“I can’t use my magic. Their souls haunt me.” Her fingers clenched on his shirt, “Each time I try casting a spell, I can’t help it, but fere the same would happen again.”
Aella looked at him, “Can you order me to use magic?” She looked at him, worried. It was then that Arad understood what she wants, “You want me to take the responsibility off your shoulder by being the one giving orders?”
“Can’t you?” she stared at him with her ears down.
Arad scratched his head, “Am I not already doing that?” He smiled, “You don’t have to worry about a thing.” He happed her head, “Use magic as you want. You don’t have to take responsibility for anyone.” Arad helped her sit.
“When the ghosts of the dead try guilting you. Just say it to them,” Aella closed her eyes, [Whirlwind tempest]
The ghosts of the dead hugged her, “You will kill everyone in the inn!”
Aella opened her green-glowing eyes with a smile, “Sorry, I’m but a helpless slave. Begone, spirits of the dead.” Her hands stopped shaking. She doesn’t have to worry about anyone getting hurt. That was Arad’s problem.
Her magic stabilized, and the violent wind turned into a gentle breeze.
“How do you feel?”
“Better, Master.”
“What did you just call me?”
“Master? Is that a problem?”
“Of course, it is,” Arad sighed, “Are you teasing me now?”
Aella smiled, “Of course not. You’re my master, aren’t you?” She hugged him, “Is there anything you want me to do? I will lick your feet if you want,” she joked, rubbing her head on his chest.
“I do have an absurd thing,” Arad scratched his chin, “I can’t get advice right now, so you will have to do with a half explanation.” Arad couldn’t ask Mom to help him smooth the talk.
Arad then explained his situation to her, the problem with the void dragons, and why he was out in the first place.
“What? You want a baby?” Aella gasped, staring at him. Arad looked to the side, “I don’t know how to ask, so this what you have to work with,”
Aella giggled, “You’re cute,” She smiled, “But you might have chosen the wrong person. She looked down.
“I knew it. It’s impossible for you, after all.” Arad sighed with a sad face.
Aella panicked momentarily. “It’s not like I won’t try!” She waved her hands, “Please listen to me for a moment,”
Aella started explaining, “We elves live a long life. Our reproductive cycle is long,” She scratched her chin, “Mix it with you being a dragon, and we might not have a single kid in decades.”
When Arad thought about it, it made sense, “So it’s useless even if we tried,” He sighed.
Aella looked at him a moment, rushing to pull his pants down, “That doesn’t mean I won’t try,” She looked at Arad as he tried to stop her, “Let’s do it every night. No, whenever we have the chance. We might get one.” She took his long, erect flesh out. Arad was a dragon, and his body knew when to get ready.
Aella grabbed him in her hand and kissed him, “Master! Master!” Arad gave up resisting and decided to go with her flow. He didn’t even know how he was supposed to act or respond.
“Master! I love you!” She mumbled on his lips as her hips writhed on his thighs.
Aella took a deep breath, standing up and stripping. “Let’s do it,” She said, glaring down at Arad as he took his clothes off.
Arad lay on the bed, and Aella smiled, “We need to get ready first, right?” She stood above him and turned around, sitting on his face while sucking on his meat.
“What are you doing?” Arad asked, looking at the pink landscape resting on his face. “Getting you nice and wet,” she said, slurping on him, “Please get me ready as well,”
Arad looked at her, sticking his finger inside. It was tight and slippery. “This place is drenched,” Arad replied, “It doesn’t smell like piss. What is it? AWA!” He cried as she bit him.
“Just lick it for now, please?” She started rubbing herself on his nose, Arad sat there momentarily before thinking, ^Okay, I guess.^ He started licking.
***
What happened on the other side of the inn?
Lydia approached Jack, sitting in Arad’s place, “Done drinking?”
“Still need more. Care to join?” Jack looked at her with a smile.
“I prefer drinking in a contained place. Let’s get up.” Lydia said as she stood.
“Last time you drank at the tavern,” Jack stared at her, smiling.
“That was in Alina. William and Leon are good people. They would drag us to our room if we got out of control.” She looked around at all the farmers, “Here, I don’t feel so safe to let loose.”
Jack nodded, standing up, “And you count me as safe,” He grinned.
“I don’t count you as safe. More acceptable, I say.” Lydia replied.
“Let’s discuss this in the room.” Jack walked toward the counter and bought a couple more beer bottles. The bartender warned him it was too much, but Jack couldn’t care.
“Kid, this is too much for you.” The bartender stared at Jack.
Jack glared at him, smiling, “Are you keeping the shiny stuff in the safe upstairs? But a mere Glandori lock? I’d seen some shady stuff there. Mind filling me in?”
The bartender frowned, “How did you know?”
“Doesn’t matter, will you sell me or not.” Jack looked at him, smiling, “We’re here to help, but we can cause trouble. Especially to someone like you,” Jack pointed at him. CLING! “The payment,”
“Fine, here you a beer,” The bartender sighed, “Don’t tell anyone.”
Jack took the beer and walked to his room. He there found Lydia cleaning her armor, “Hard at work,”
“I was listening. What did the bartender do?” She asked.
“Drugs, a ton of them, to be exact.” Jack smiled, putting the beer down. “He even had dealing with a crap load of local thieves. Stripping drunkards from their money and clothes at night.”
“So I was right not to get drunk here. Should we report the man or do something about it?” She glared at Jack.
Jack shook his head, “Thieves honor.” He sat down, “I won’t snitch on him. He didn’t want to sell us the bere so we won’t get drunk and targeted.”
“Why did you brink beer then?” Lydia stared at him. 𝒃𝒆𝒐𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝙘𝙤𝒎
“Talked with the thieves this morning,” Jack smiled, opening one of the bottles, “They want the beast gone as much as everyone else. They will leave us alone.” He smiled, “Trust me, lady,”
Lydia finished cleaning her armor and stood, walking toward the door and locking it. “I don’t trust them,” She closed the window as well, looking around for any strange holes in the wall.
“Already inspect the whole room,” Jack waved his hand, “Don’t worry about anything,”
“Fine,” Lydia sighed, sitting down with Jack to drink, “This feels different than before,” She smiled.
“Their beer is fresh,” Jack replied, “Don’t know if that makes sense, but it feels more refreshing here.”
After two mugs, Lydia stopped drinking and stood up, “What’s the matter?” Jack asked.
“Started to feel a bit light. I will wash my face,” Lydia walked toward the corner, where she poured cold water into a small bowl, washing her face.
“You don’t want to get a bit drunk?”
“I prefer to stay sober,” She smiled, taking her shirt off.
“Said the woman stripping. Are you still fine up here?” Jack said, knocking on his head.
“I’m fine,” Lydia threw the shirt beside her armor and took her pants down, “Do you have a problem?”
“Not at all,” Jack smiled, “But you know that I will eventually lose patience, right?” He stared at her.
“I will be happy to see you try,” she replied with a smile, and Jack stood, gulping down his beer.
“What are you doing?” Lydia asked as she saw him approach her.
Jack didn’t say a word and walked forward with steady steps, grabbed her from the back of her head, and kissed her, forcing the beer in his mouth into her.
Lydia struggled for a moment before giving up and drinking what he pushed into her mouth. “AH!” She sighed, staring at him, “What do you think you’re doing, bastard?” She glared at him.
“What did you say?” Jack looked back at her.
“Give me this!” Lydia snatched the beer bottle from his hand and filled her mouth, kissing and forcing him to drink it. “Do you like it now?” She said, staring at him with a smile.
“Taste weird from your mouth,” Jack replied, hugging her closely and caressing her butt. “Are you up for some fun?” Jack said, slipping his hand beneath her underwear.
“Sadly, no,” Lydia replied, “But I can manage something else,” She smiled, pushing him toward the bed where he sat.
Lydia went on her knees before him, opening his pants and taking his still limp flesh in her hand, “Can’t you get it bigger?”
“You’re supposed to get it up, not me.” Jack smiled, poking her crotch with his foot.
Lydia took one of the beer bottles and poured some on him, “This might help,” She said, taking the whole thing in her mouth. “I hate to admit it, but I like the taste.” She added.
Jack watched her suck him off, wondering how he got there, “Fine,” Jack said, grabbing her by the hair, “Can I be a bit rough with you?”
“Not like your flimsy rogue arms could do anything in the first place,” Lydia replied, and she was right. With Jack’s limited strength, he can punch her in the face, and she won’t flinch.
Jack grabbed her by the hair. His erection grew bigger and bigger in her mouth. Slowly, she started choking. Lydia tapped Jack’s thighs, and he stopped, “What, can’t you take it?”
“Just give me a moment, can you,” She sighed, licking him from the base to the tip, “I do like the taste. It’s weird,” She smiled, getting back into sucking.