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Fable : Fall of the Guild

Part IV - "Unrest Among The People"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: October 7, 2011

It was late evening in Bowerstone South, almost night. A large group of people stood near the gates to Bowerstone Quay, all standing around a single man. It was easy to judge by the way the man shouted that he was a part of the Anti-Hero League, and if the group around him wasn't, they were at the very least supporting the League. The man raised a fist towards the sky, his face red and furious as he shouted quite loudly. "What will we do?!" The crowd shot their fists up in response, their faces just as angry as the man in the middle of their crowd. "Force out the Heroes!!" The man in the middle raised both fists, crying out "When will we force them out?!" The crowd shouted back in force. "Today!! Tonight!!" The man leaned his head back, shouting out in a bloodthirsty roar, the crowd shouting back with him in rabid determination. The crowd was too preoccupied to notice a man dressed in all black beginning to approach.
His eyes were dark and serious. He walked towards the crowd with purpose, but he didn't make himself obvious by being too loud. As he neared the crowd, someone else suddenly came out from the shadows beside a nearby home, rushing towards him. He glanced over just in time to see the person grab him by his left upper arm, stopping him from proceeding. "Marst?" The young man said with surprise. Standing by him was, indeed, Marst, dressed in her usual outfit but lacking her glaive. She had a cool expression to her as she glanced off to her left side, towards the crowd. "Gibbons, attacking them isn't the way to fix things." She said calmly. The young man's eyes narrowed and he yanked his arm back from her, forcing her to release him. He turned and faced her, raising a hand to his face, pulling down the extended turtleneck-like neckhole of his shirt, revealing the lower half of his face. It was, indeed, Gibbons, dressed in his typical stealthy night outfit.
His face was angry. "What do you mean, it's not the way?" He hissed with frustration. "Do you hear them? They intend to attack the Guild tonight!" Marst glanced over to the crowd again, suddenly smiling patronizingly as she heard the crowd work itself into a frenzy. "They've been shouting the same thing for the last week, Gibbons. As strong as firearms are, they're not ready to try anything. Not yet, anyway. They need more people. The League is still fairly young." Gibbons took a step closer to her, his brow furrowing deeply. "I don't intend to let them get strong enough." He firmly said. Marst looked back over to his eyes, raising an eyebrow as he continued. "If we kill the ringleaders now, it'll weaken the League and scare everyone else off!" Marst's face grew serious again as she said "Or, you'll make martyrs of them, and more people will flock to their banner to help fight the "Hero menace"." Gibbons blinked when he saw the logic behind her words.
"Look, Gibbs, I'm as frustrated about this as you must be." She said, her voice becoming gentle, Marst raising her eyebrows. Gibbons reacted to her sympathetic tone with more frustration. "I don't believe you. Look, I'm going to stop at least this crowd. Whatever happens afterwards, I'll accept the blame fully. If things get worse after this...I'll agree to play nice like Weaver wants. Until then, though, don't try to stop me again." He said bitterly. He rushed past her before she could grab him again, raising the neckhole of his shirt and covering part of his face, Marst urgently whispering "Gibbons!" He kept walking, but glanced over his shoulder to her. Marst's face was concerned as she said "At least be careful, they've got firearms!..." Gibbons didn't respond, simply looking forwards again. He had already figured that they would have firearms, after all, they could all be a part of the Anti-Hero League, for all he knew. The firearms of the League were quickly becoming as much a badge for their group as the Seals were for Heroes; it seemed like every member of the League had one.
He wasn't fazed, however. He had his attack all planned out, and as a Hero of Skill, he figured his speed would be too much for the reflexes of people as worked up and distracted as the crowd was. He reached behind himself, to his dirks. He didn't unsheath one, however. He grabbed the handle of something that stuck out from his belt, hidden behind the sheaths of his dirks. It was a firearm, Gibbons had his own. Already loaded with black powder and a slug, he held it by his side as he took off in a sprint towards the crowd. Marst slipped back into the shadows beside the home she had been watching the crowd from, watching Gibbons move. The crowd never noticed him as he approached. When he was close to someone, he suddenly jumped as hard as he could, his immense speed propelling him up high. His feet hit the shoulders of a man, and Gibbons wasted no time. Kicking off, he heard the man shout in wonderment as Gibbons headed for someone else.
Standing above the crowd, he jumped from shoulder to shoulder, using the people below as stepping stones. He was too fast for anyone to do anything, nobody truly knowing what to do, anyway. Things happened in the blink of an eye. When Gibbons reached the hollow in the middle of the crowd, the hollow for the ringleader, he pointed his firearm out. The man looked up to Gibbons with a stunned expression. Gibbons knew he only had one chance. Only one shot he couldn't afford to miss with. He jumped over the clearing, his face angry with cold retribution. This man meant to destroy the Guild as well as Heroes? Meant to destroy all Gibbons held dear, all his life was about, even take his life with a firearm? Gibbons would see him and every other Anti-Hero League member dead first. As he soared over the man, he squeezed the trigger. His expert aim didn't fail him. The firearm shook in his hand, a violent bang sounding out as a bright light briefly appeared at the end of the firearm's length.
Gibbons barely saw a small wound appear on the man's left cheek bone before red splashed out behind his head, Gibbons then passing over the man and leaving him behind himself. He reached the other side of the crowd before any of the stunned people in the crowd could react. Jumping over a few more shoulders, kicking off of a few more people, he had reached the edge of the crowd before someone frantically screamed out "Assassin!! Assassiiiin!!" Gibbons hit the ground with such speed that he dropped to a knee and ended up doing a roll forwards, rolling over his right shoulder and jumping back up to his feet. He took off in a sprint towards the gate to the Quay. He felt the ground vibrate slightly beneath his feet as the crowd began to move as a whole. He knew it could only be moments before the ones at the front of the group had their firearms out and him in their sights. He rushed around the corner of the Quay's gate keeping himself out of the group's sights.
Rushing down towards the docks, it was mere seconds before the mob was through the Quay's gateway, chasing after him. He sprinted as fast as he could towards the first dock he saw, his feet ramming down against the wood as he rushed urgently towards the railing at the end of the dock. The bangs of firearms sounded out, and Gibbons' heart began to thump heavily in his chest. He knew that, at any second, a slug from a firearm could hit him somewhere on his body, and no amount of armour would have ever been able to protect him. At any second, he could die. He reached the railing at the end of the dock and jumped up, planting his foot against it, prepared to swan dive into the river below. Just as he was about to kick off from the railing, multiple bangs sounded out behind him, perhaps seven in the space of less than a single second. Gibbons felt the wind rush around him as several slugs flew past him, one even zooming by his head.
The slugs were close, too close. One more second, and a precise shot could end his Hero career. As he pushed off from the railing at the end of the dock, he soared through the air for a second or two before he began to descend. "No!!" Someone in the mob shouted in frustration. One last bang sounded out. Gibbons gasped as a searing pain suddenly blew through his left shoulder, distracting him enough to ruin his dive, causing him to simply plummet down into the water with a massive splash. Gibbons held his breath under the water, shutting his eyes tight and gritting his teeth, the pain throbbing through his shoulder being unbearable. A second later, strange sounds began to sound out around him, sounding like "fwish", multiple of them sounding out around him with every second. Gibbons knew, with no small amount of shock, that the mob had even begun to shoot down into the water to try and finish him off. He began to swim as well as he could, staying beneath the surface as far as he dared, forcing himself to use his injured arm despite the immense throbbing that boomed through his shoulder...

Timoteo and Bianca quietly tended to each other's wounds for a minute before they both felt they could do nothing more for one another. Bianca's bruise was dark purple and quite tender, swelling slightly and making her cheek bulge a little. Timoteo's small cut on the side of his neck was covered with Bianca's healing powder, and the small split at the corner of her lip was covered with her healing powder, as well. Timoteo took a minute to head off and collect his clothes again, getting dressed before returning to Bianca. Bianca, during his absence, had tossed a few of her scented leaves over the fire, filling the camp with a peaceful minty aroma. Just as he was returning, she had thrown another leaf over the fire, sending out a fresh scent. She smiled slightly when she saw him returning, though he noticed her wince slightly, almost assuredly because of the throbbing bruise she had. Taking a seat by her side in front of the fire, she said "I'll be trying out that firearm, tonight...I'll be leaving to hunt in perhaps ten minutes..."
Timoteo's mind briefly flashed back to the assassin that had tried to slay he and his companions, remembering Bianca taking the man's firearm for herself. He nodded slightly. "Alright...But before you go..." He looked over to her eyes, meeting her gaze. "You didn't want to talk about magic or anything with Darrah around, but now that she's left..." Bianca smiled lightly. She could tell that Timoteo wanted to talk to get his mind off of Darrah's departure, and was already more than willing to speak of her past to him, so she nodded slightly in understanding. "I learned of many branches in magic while I stayed with Grizelda...The last I began to practice before I left was necromancy, as you already know." Looking over into the fire, she seemed to lose herself in the flickering red, gazing into it as she spoke calmly and quietly, rhyming off a list that was rather surprising to Timoteo's ears. "Curses. Hexes. Blood magic. Alchemy. Demonology. The power of shadows. The investigation of the Void. Searches into spirit-wandering. The capturing of ghosts. The powers of Demon Doors and the mysteries behind the realms they hold...Just to name a few."
Timoteo raised his eyebrows. Some of the things she had named, he had never heard of. The things he had heard of, he had heard nothing but grave warnings about during his time at the Guild. He had heard of curses, but not hexes. He hadn't heard of blood magic or demonology. And powers of shadows, spirit-wandering, capturing ghosts? He had never heard of shadows having power, and he had never known that ghosts could be captured, nor that one could "spirit-wander". He had read extensively about Demon Doors during his time at the Guild, however, and was curious about what she knew on them. "Don't you get your soul sucked away by demons if you curse someone?" He asked. Bianca smiled widely, as if with amusement. "No. No doubt that's just something the Guild says to young mages to dissuade them from following that path." Timoteo looked into the fire. "I guess it's just a remnant from the days when all Heroes had to be good, no matter what." He said softly.
Bianca saw logic in his words, but didn't react. "What's a "hex"?" He asked curiously. Bianca raised an eyebrow slightly, saying "It's a weaker form of a curse. It can last anywhere from an hour to a few weeks, but never more than a month. Once the hex lasts more than a month, it becomes too draining of Will, too unsubtle to really be a hex anymore. Curses can last anywhere from a year to someone's entire life, and rumour has it that some curses can even stretch into whatever lies beyond death. Both, however, cause certain misfortunes on the effected individual." "Blood magic?" He asked. Bianca raised an eyebrow at him slightly, smiling gently before wincing lightly again. The pain made her stop smiling, but she reached over to his lap, finding his hand with her's. She threaded fingers with him, bringing his hand over to her left knee, holding his hand over her joint. He smiled and gave her hand an affection squeeze before saying "Explain it all to me, I'm curious. Especially the thing about the Void, I remember you reading up on it as a child."
Bianca smiled weakly on purpose, trying to avoid pain from her cheek. She gazed into the fire again as she said "Will can be made manifest in just about any medium, any substance, as long as enough concentration is used. Depending on the medium, however, spells can have different effects. Using my own blood, or the blood of my enemies, I can create blood wards, among other things. Blood wards act as repellers; if an enemy tries to come close to the ward, a feeling comes over them that makes it impossible to get closer to the ward. It's like their body is not only pulling back, but the ward is pushing on them, as well. They meet an invisible wall; no matter how hard they try, they simply cannot pass until the ward fades. You know what alchemy is...The study of naturally attempting to change one substance into another, through other substances. Demonology is simply the study of creatures classified as "demons", of which there are, admittedly, very few. It also pertains to the study of Skorm and the favours he will routinely bestow upon proper sacrifices being made, however."
At this, Timoteo raised an eyebrow. Necromancy was one thing, but...The things Bianca was now telling him about sounded like things all the most evil and despicable of mages would look in to. "And shadows?..." Bianca looked over to him with a smile, wincing again gently before losing her smile, her eyes half-closing with what seemed like unhappiness to Timoteo. He smiled at her with sympathy over her pain, reaching his free hand over slowly, touching her chin with the tips of his index and middle fingers. Her eyes opened fully again and she met his eyes, Timoteo turning her head just slightly so their faces were meeting as he leaned closer to her. They closed their eyes at the same time, Bianca's pale cheeks turning a little rosy over the unexpected kiss. She kissed him back all the same, the two kissing three times before he moved back again. She smiled lightly, as much as she could without raising pain in her bruise, giving his hand a happy squeeze.
She looked back to the fire. "Shadows roam Albion in an abundance that would more than likely cause mass panic. Luckily, typical shadows don't have the intelligence to attack living creatures on their own, not unless a powerful Dark mage tunes into them and spurs them on. More powerful shadows, which are one of the few creatures that are classified as "demons," very often have such a sense of pride over themselves and disdain for humans that they leave humans alone as well, unless contacted, of course." She slowly took in a deep breath through her nose before exhaling lightly.
"As for the investigation of the Void, I don't know where to begin. Books upon books were written on the Void in Grizelda's little library, all by mages past, inspired by William Black to try and enter the Void. Since William Black stole the Sword of Aeons from the Void and somehow attained immortality, it's been the desire of many ancient Dark mages to try and do the same thing with something from the Void. Any time a mage somehow opened an actual portal to where they thought the Void was, however, they were never seen again...Or the portal violently erupted in a typhoon of magical energy that left a massive, scorched hole in the earth and killed the mage along with anyone near them. Because of that, Grizelda never tried opening any portals, and obviously none of the books were written by anyone to actual go through a portal...Grizelda told me that the Void, while studied by any serious Dark mage, is only pursued through portals by the foolish or insane."
Bianca sighed softly through her nose, looking downwards. "I gave up on researching the Void a long time ago..." She was quiet for a second before looking up again to the fire. "Spirit-wandering is a simple concept. By focusing one's Will into an ethereal copy of themselves, like a doppelganger, they can drift out from their bodies and almost have their mind inside their double and use it like an invisible scout of sorts. I used to do it all the time for fun, since, while you're viewing things from the eyes of the double, you can fly. I used to fly over Darkwood all the time..." She smiled peacefully, her eyes going gentle. She seemed lost in memories for a few seconds before she came back to reality. "Sounds amazing..." Timoteo lightly said. Bianca smiled a little more, ignoring the gentle pain appearing in her cheek, giving his hand an affectionate squeeze. "It is. Soaring like a bird always felt fantastic." "And capturing ghosts? I didn't even know that was possible, though I have read about the existence of them."
Bianca nodded gently. "They exist...Though they don't often appear to living things, if they have a choice in the matter. Grizelda used to like capturing them...I never knew what she did with them. Maybe she used them in rituals." She looked over to him with an eyebrow raised. "And you know about Demon Doors..." Timoteo nodded, but said "Please, tell me what you know about the realms inside a Demon Door. I've never been inside one, what are they like?" Bianca's face suddenly went serious. "I've never been inside one...But Grizelda says she has. She told me her experience was terrifying, but rewarding. That's all she would ever tell me, she wouldn't even tell me what she had had to do to get the Door to open, where it was, or what treasure she found inside. Just that it was the most frightening thing she had ever gone through. That was the only thing that ever seemed to truly scare her, the only thing she never wanted me to bring up."
Timoteo went quiet, looking into the fire, not sure what to say. They were both silent for several seconds before Bianca looked over to him with a soft smile. "I'd better get going, so we can eat. I won't be long..." She leaned over, the two sharing a kiss before she began to stand. Reaching into her cloak, she looked down to his face with her little smile, softly asking "When I return, while we eat...Can you tell me about the magic you learned at the Guild? I'm quite curious about the education I missed out on." Timoteo raised an eyebrow and smiled, saying "Sure, but I don't know how it could be interesting. I never learned about anything as interesting as using my own blood in a ritual." Bianca kept smiling softly as she pulled out the firearm from her cloak, along with the two accompanying satchels of slugs and black powder. "I understand that my magic seems rather exotic to you, I'm sure it would be shocking to any other mage from the Guild. But the things you learned while there...I'm interested in it, I'm curious as to how experienced you are in your own spells."
Timoteo shrugged lightly, saying "Alright then, if you really want to know, I don't mind." He glanced to her firearm just before she turned to walk off, losing his smile as he asked "Will you be able to use that right?...Your eyes...Right?..." Bianca hesitated from walking off. She looked back to his face, her expression calm, her eyes full of reflection. "...I think I may have some difficulty aiming it, but I'm determined to try. I think I'll get the hang of it." She gave him a gentle smile again before slipping off her cloak, resting it down on the ground beside him. Then, she walked off, heading into the darkness around the camp and almost melting into it as she disappeared.

When Bianca returned, she was dragging a deer along with her, pulling along it's neck with both arms. She let it rest down by the fire, Timoteo standing up and stepping over to her. "Were you able to use the firearm well?" He asked. Bianca nodded and gave him a little smile. "I had some trouble, more than when I use my knife...But other than that, it was easier. I didn't have to worry about scaring the deer away, and I didn't have to think about how I'd chase after it. I just had to make sure I had it in my sights, then shoot. It went down after just one shot, but I shot it again to make sure it was dead and not suffering." Timoteo nodded slightly in understanding, seeing Bianca turn and begin to walk off, glancing over her shoulder to him as she said "Be right back, I left the firearm and satchels behind so I could drag the deer." Timoteo nodded, and watched Bianca fade away into the darkness once again. A minute or so after waiting for her to return, he was greeted by an unexpected yet familiar sound.
It was the flapping of wings, along with a soft caw. Looking over, he barely saw a crow swoop down to Bianca's cloak, Timoteo only seeing it because the firelight lit it up and made it more noticeable against the darkness. It cawed and stepped around Bianca's cloak for a moment before it seemed to turn it's head to the side and tuck it into the feathers of the bird equivalent of a shoulder, closing it's eyes. Timoteo realized, then, that the bird must've slept standing up. He also remembered that Bianca had a crow for what seemed like a pet, though she had said that it was more like a scout, and that it's name was "Abel". He would have reached over to stroke it's feathers, had it not seemed to go to sleep as it stood on Bianca's cloak. When Bianca returned a minute later, she headed over to her cloak, smiling gently when she saw Abel. When Bianca had rested the firearm and matching satchels on the cloak's edge, Abel's head shot out from his feathers, looking up at Bianca for hardly a moment before spreading out his wings and taking off.
She crouched down for a moment as Abel flew up to her left shoulder, letting out a soft yet throaty caw as he stood on her shoulder and faced the same direction as her, Bianca grabbing her dagger from her cloak before standing back up. Timoteo watched Bianca step over to her slain deer, saying "Abel must not have been able to find enough food on his own. Or, perhaps he picked up on things between Darrah and I, and feels more comfortable staying by my side now that she's gone. Hard to say." Timoteo's face slowly went calm as he thought of Darrah and the awful way in which she had decided to leave he and Bianca, his eyes going to the ground, but he looked back up as Bianca said his name. She was smiling slightly, holding her dagger by her side, pointing the tip at the slain deer near her feet. "How much do you think you could eat? I could probably get around five slices of good meat from this one." Timoteo said "Ahh...Maybe two slices. But take as much as you can anyway, we can just cook up the rest and keep it with us in case a rainy occasion comes around."
Bianca nodded, kneeling by the deer and beginning to work with her dagger. Since she was kneeling between the deer and the fire with Timoteo on the far side, the deer's carcass was cast in total darkness, Timoteo not having to see Bianca cut into it's flesh. All the while, Abel sat on Bianca's shoulder, seemingly watching her work at the slain deer. Timoteo sat by the fire and began to speak as Bianca continued with her task. "...At the Guild, I mostly learned about magic dealing with primal elements. At least, those are the paths that interested me most. You know, fire, lightning, ice, wind, all the forces of nature." Bianca nodded slightly in understanding, never taking her eyes away from the carcass before her. "Of course, there are some spells that interested me simply because they were effective...Physical Shield, for instance. It's not exactly a part of any elemental force, but it was always so effective that I couldn't resist developing it as much as I could. Only pure Heroes can master it though, so I won't be able to reach a certain strength unless I align with good."
Bianca nodded gently, saying "I see. Grizelda had one or two books on primal magic, but...She always scolded me when I tried to read them. She always insisted that if I was going to read her books, that I learn what she, herself, knew. I was mildly confused at first, but when I began to read her other books, I didn't mind anymore. I became interested in what she knew, and she was always pleased to see me studying her tomes on more alternative spells. Well, "alternative" when compared to the Guild's typical teachings, and that most competent mages learn from the Guild." Timoteo slowly asked "What was day-to-day life like with Grizelda?" Bianca had taken a hunk of meat from the deer then, stepping over to the fire pit, to the improvised stone oven set over the flames. She laid the meat over the top, the meat instantly beginning to sizzle as it cooked.
Stepping back over to the deer, she said "Well, whenever I'd wake, I would pore over a tome related to whichever subject I was studying at that time. Every day, I'd study something different. After an hour or two, Grizelda would call me out to have breakfast with her. After that, I'd go out into Darkwood and test my abilities against whatever I could find, which usually tended to be hobbes or Nymphs. After a few hours, I'd come back for lunch. Then, I'd study for several hours until dinner. Then, I would relax for a while until I was ready to sleep. Typically, Grizelda and I would sip apple cider with cinnamon in front of her fireplace, and she might tell me a story about an adventure that she's had in her life. Sometimes, at any given moment of a day, a scout might wing to us and inform us of someone approaching or passing by Grizelda's home. It didn't happen often, and when it did, it was usually just a harmless trader or someone determined to get to Barrow Fields."
Timoteo nodded slightly, saying "Sounds like it was pretty fun. Better than the Guild, at least." Bianca looked at Timoteo without a smile, her face suddenly quite curious. "You didn't enjoy the way things were at the Guild?" Timoteo's eyes went peaceful, and he had a sort of half-smile on his face as he gazed off into the distance. "Maybe I would've if I didn't feel so alone...But having every day planned down to every minute?...After a while, I was just going through the motions, day after day. It got awfully boring. If it wasn't for me reading books every minute I could, I don't know how I would've lasted." Bianca smiled slightly, but it only lasted a second. "...I was lonely too, you know. Grizelda and I became quite close during my time with her, naturally...But I missed having people my own age nearby. I missed you...I missed reading with you. I missed training with you all. I know I didn't really show it, I wasn't able to, but I enjoyed the feeling of having comrades..."
Bianca finished taking another hunk of meat from the deer, stepping over to the oven, turning over the first before laying down the second on the heated stone. Before she stepped over to the deer again, she stepped over to her cloak. She slipped her flask out of her cloak, taking a gulp or two from it before placing it back in the pocket she had gotten it from, then stepping back over to the deer.
Timoteo was quiet as he watched Bianca kneel down by her deer again, blinking when he saw the delectable curve of Bianca's rump become more visible as her skirt tightened around her form. "I should learn how to cast Heal Life..." He murmured after several seconds. Bianca sounded amused as she cut into the deer again with her black dagger. "I can see how it would make life easier." Timoteo smiled a little at the sound of her amused voice. "Never learned it, yourself?" He asked. Bianca shook her head. "Grizelda must not have known it, because it wasn't in any of the books she had for me. Though, there were a few I haven't read...I suppose I'll take a look at them when I visit her after Lychfield." Timoteo was reminded of Bianca's desire to return to Grizelda for a bit after he and her had visited Travis' grave, asking "And you're still sure you'd like me to come along? Do you think Grizelda will like me?" Bianca cast him a warm expression, smiling pleasantly.
"I think so. From the sounds of her stories, she's always been happiest when she's had a man around. Even if you're not her man, I think it will make her happy simply to have a man step foot in her home, even if for only a day or two." Timoteo smiled a little more at her words. Bianca placed another hunk of meat over the fire, and by then, her first piece was finished. "Here, Tim. The first piece is ready." Timoteo took the tin his apple pie from the Guild had sat inside, using it like a plate for the meat. As he began to quickly eat, Bianca returned to her cutting of the deer's flesh. "How do you think of your Will as you try to form spells?" Bianca asked when she had cut free another hunk of meat. Timoteo swallowed before saying "The same way I learned from a book I had read ages ago, that there's a block of clay in my mind, and depending on how I sculpt it, different spells will take shape." Bianca smiled, but winced at her bruise, her smile dying shortly afterwards.
"I like to think that there's a cauldron in my mind. As differently coloured fluids pour inside, different spells take shape. That's how Grizelda taught me to concentrate my Will." Timoteo raised his eyebrows. "Interesting. That's pretty cool." Bianca smiled happily at him, obviously pleased. She stepped over to her cloak and pulled out a pair of leaves, both large, flat, and lively green. She laid them down on her cloak, then stepped back over to the fire pit. Abel let out a soft caw from her shoulder, but it was quiet enough not to have the distinctive "caw" sound, being more like a throaty grumble. Bianca puckered her lips a little and turned her head towards Abel, making soft smooching sounds for a moment. Abel seemed excited by this, letting out a true caw as he turned around on her shoulder, abruptly turning back around a second later, facing the same direction as her. She smiled lightly, using her bloody dagger to stab into the most cooked hunk of meat from over the fire.
Picking it up from the stone, she replaced it with the one she had freshly taken from the deer, then flipping over the others so they could cook more thoroughly. She stepped over to her laid down cloak then, taking a seat on her knees, bringing her hunk of meat to her two leaves. Using the leaves like a plate, she let her cooked meat cool off for a minute. "By the way...I'm sorry that our moment was interrupted..." She said lightly. Timoteo looked over to her, seeing her eyes to be over towards him, but they weren't meeting his, they were on his chest in what seemed to almost be shame or disappointment. "I should've remembered what you said, that Darrah would be expecting us back quickly...But I got caught up in it all..." Timoteo smiled lightly. "So did I, it's not your fault. Bianca, it's nobody's fault, not even Darrah's, really..." His face went calm and sort of disappointed, too. "...I guess fate just wanted to see drama come to us."
They were quiet for a few seconds before Abel hopped down from Bianca's shoulder, coming close to her meat, pecking at a corner of it with his beak until he had gotten a little piece in his beak. Bianca smiled then, grabbing her knife and beginning to cut herself a chunk, Timoteo going back to eating. When they had finished, a thought came to Timoteo. He smiled, a hint of red coming to his cheeks. He felt a little shy at the idea at first, but that was only because some time had passed by since he and Bianca had been in the stream together. When he remembered the enthusiasm he had initially felt over returning her affection, he realized that he still held it inside; it had faded from his thoughts, but it was still there. For a second, he had thought of simply waiting and seeing if Bianca would bring up continuing their previous passion, but then he remembered Bianca saying some time before that moments of passion shouldn't be planned, that a feeling should just arise.
Timoteo smiled. He felt something, but did she? "No harm in finding out..." He decided rather quickly. He finished eating and looked after the other cooking hunks of meat as Bianca finished her food, sharing just a little with Abel, Bianca not wanting to give him too much lest he get sick somehow. When the meat was all finished, Timoteo took the pieces and stacked them over his plate, letting them sit off to the side, on top of his pack so no insects could get to them easily. When Bianca was all finished, he mustered up what little courage he needed to push himself into acting. As Bianca sat on her knees over her cloak, he slowly moved closer to her, getting up on his knees, too. Bianca looked over to him, meeting his eyes with a soft smile. "Tim?..." She lightly said as he brought his hands over to her shoulders. He smiled happily. "I never got to show you how good things felt..." Bianca's eyes widened slightly for a moment before her cheeks began to turn red, her bruised cheek barely showing any different colouring. "Did you want to...?"
He nodded. "Right now?..." She asked, her cheeks becoming more red. He grinned as he realized she, too, felt a little shy again due to the time that had elapsed since they had been caught in the throes of their passion. He slowly began to lean her back until she slipped her legs out by her right side, letting him comfortably lie her down over her cloak. She seemed pleasantly surprised that he was taking control, as her face was suddenly lit up with a nervous yet excited smile, her eyes twinkling with joy. "I...I don't know what to say...I'm afraid of sounding foolish or, even worse, stumbling over my words again..." As Timoteo smiled assuringly at her and reached his hands for her skirt, he said "I know just what you mean...But, trust me. I trusted you...And the pleasure was like nothing I've ever experienced. I can't wait to make you squirm..." Bianca's entire face went red at his words, and she looked off to the side with embarrassment, turning her head away from him shyly.
As he undid her skirt, she slightly parted her legs, stretching them out by his side, by his legs. His heart was beating wildly as he slipped her skirt down her legs, Abel letting out a light, curious caw as he watched their actions. While the fabric to her rather small panties was dark, he could simply tell by the way the fabric hugged tight to her skin and showed off the valley between her lips that she was soaking wet. Perhaps she had been moist ever since their moment in the stream, Timoteo couldn't be sure. "Bianca, I've got to say, I love your panties..." He murmured with a shy smile, looking up to her face. Her cheeks grew more red as she said "I'm not wearing panties...Grizelda never had any of those in the house, either..." Timoteo's eyes were curious. Her underwear was certainly a lot smaller than regular panties, but he had never heard of any other types of underwear for girls. If what she was wearing wasn't true panties, then what was it?
He didn't ask any more questions, looking down to where he knew her expansive wet spot was, reaching to the strings of her underwear on her hips. Pulling them downwards, Bianca raised her head slightly and looked downwards, spreading her legs a little. She had a shy smile on her face, but confidence and eagerness was rising strong in her eyes once more. "I've thought about this for so long...My heart's beating so fast..." She murmured, Timoteo pulling her underwear down her thighs. As the moistened fabric was pulled from her blushing nether lips, strings of her fluid were stretched out on the air, but they soon broke when the underwear was pulled far enough down her thighs. Timoteo saw her puffy lower lips, blushing red with arousal, noticing with a burst of excitement that her bud of a clitoris had fled from under it's hood, standing free in eager anticipation of pleasure. His eyes were locked on her feminine beauty as he slipped her underwear down her legs, dropping it down to her cloak by his side.
She was wearing her garter belt again, it's clips attached to her stockings once more, and seeing her bodily treasure with those sensuous garments on her form burst him into intense arousal. She began to spread her legs, looking to his eyes dreamily, murmuring out "Lick me...Please, I want your tongue all over me..." Timoteo had lost himself to desire by then, and he needed no second prompting from her. He quickly got between her legs, letting her spread them a little more, almost splaying them, by then. He slipped his arms under her knees and around her thighs, holding her limbs as he came down closer to her, lying down just slightly as he brought his mouth closer to her femininity. He let out a warm breath against her lower lips, feeling her legs tremble in reaction, a light coo coming from her in response. He smiled as he took in her scent. She didn't smell like blueberries down around her womanhood, that scent tended to emanate from her hair.
The scent he detected from her was in no way unpleasant, quite the opposite, he enjoyed it immensely on a primal level. It was like nothing he could compare another to; it was simply the scent of Bianca, of her body, of her desire, it was the scent of her. He pressed a loving kiss straight to her clit, feeling her tense in surprise for a moment, her thighs quivering. She let out a gasping "Oh!" in surprise, but as he stuck his tongue out and began to slickly run it along her lips, she trembled again before relaxing slightly, letting out a delectable "Ooohhh..." sound. He slipped his tongue between her lips and into her valley, poking into her slightly, getting a taste of her creamy fluid. She trembled again, unused to the sensations rushing through her body like electricity, Bianca's entire face filled with blush as she kept her eyes shut in rising pleasure. As he continued to massage his tongue along her lips, going all the way down before slipping up along her, purposefully avoiding her clit, she slowly began to relax, beginning to breathe a little quicker and deeper as hot pleasure arose inside her.
"Ohhh...Tim..." She moaned out. Timoteo grinned slightly before turning his attention solely on the spot he knew would raise the greatest reaction from her. Her clit, throbbing with heated desire, stood ready for stimulation as he sucked it between his lips in one sudden movement. Bianca's back arched lightly, and her eyes went wide as she let out a loud moan. Abel cawed curiously, but simply stood off to the side and watched. Bianca brought her hands to the top of Timoteo's head, letting out a whimpering moan as he rapidly flicked his tongue back and forth over her bud. Bianca relaxed against her cloak again, but every other second, she would writhe slightly, squirming beneath his tongue. She dug her fingers through his hair, holding him close to her, unknowingly bringing her thighs closer to his head before he gently kept her legs down, keeping them spread. He rapidly flicked the tip of his tongue along her for a moment before asking "Enjoying yourself?"
Bianca was beginning to pant lightly as she lightly breathed out "Yes!...I love it!...Lick me more!..." He grinned. When he began to roll the tip of his tongue around her clit, flames freshly burst along her nerves, washing up from her loins in burning waves. Bianca's mind was going white. Never once had she experienced such immense pleasure. In Bianca's mind, none of Grizelda's teachings had ever once grasped the raw euphoria flowing through her. Words, she decided, couldn't capture the ecstasy she was feeling. Sweat droplets slowly began to form along her body, the fire combined with her excitement warming her up immensely. Things continued for another few minutes, Timoteo working his tongue like a warm, slimy snake, coiling around her clit and flicking at it rapidly, lovingly lapping at her lips, spreading her fluid around her along with his saliva. She felt her fingers through his hair, occasionally giving his hair a soft grab when a spike of pleasure hit her, calmly releasing when he slowed his tongue down and gave her a second or two to relax.
Her thighs were quivering every now and then, and Timoteo could easily tell that she instinctively wanted to wrap her legs around the source of her physical delight, to keep him close, to keep the pleasure coming. A few tears began to swim in her eyes as her mind slowly began to go white. She let out a loud, steamy moan, and Timoteo sucked her clit between his lips again, massaging her bud between them. Bianca suddenly shut her eyes tight, biting at her bottom lip to keep herself from crying out. Timoteo felt her lower lips spasm slightly beneath his tongue, feeling a fresh flow of warm nectar come from within her. A second later, her bud abruptly slipped out from between his lips, fleeing back beneath it's hood. He realized then that she had had an orgasm, the panting Bianca lying still with her eyes closed, her mouth hanging open slightly. Her hands went still on his head, her fingers going a little limp. Timoteo grinned. He wanted to give her more. "Want another one?" He asked.
Bianca's eyes opened and she raised her head, looking down at him with mild surprise. Just before he reached his tongue out to her again, she quickly said "Tim, wait, I'm pretty sensitive after an- oh oh ohhh!!" Her words didn't stop him. He had given her a few seconds to recover, and that's all. He quickly went back to flicking his tongue along her clit, urging it out from under it's hood, Bianca's head falling back to her cloak as more tears came to her eyes, some running down the corners of her eyes in sudden, continued ecstasy. He massaged her clit between his lips for several seconds, working his tongue as well as he could over it and it's hood, Bianca's heat throbbing in delight. Bianca completely lost track of time, the concept didn't seem to exist. For a few joyous moments, the longest seconds she had ever experienced, everything was wiped clean from her mind, there was only her, him, his tongue, and the pheonix spreading it's wings between her thighs.
Then, the rushing wave of flaming white. Timoteo heard her whimper through another orgasm, letting out a soft cry as she abruptly squirted a little, spraying warm juices against his chin. Without realizing it, she had tried with all her might to clamp her thighs down on either side of his head, Timoteo just barely keeping her legs down. Once she had squirted lightly, Timoteo pulled his head back with a wild grin. Bianca relaxed completely, almost melting into her cloak, panting deeply as she laid still with her eyes closed. Her entire face was red with blush. Timoteo sat back with his grin intact, still between her legs slightly.
"Now you know how I felt...Only, you got two instead of one. Felt amazing, I hope. I've never done that before..." Bianca slowly raised her head, weakly flickering her eyes open, looking to his. Timoteo continued, saying "I've thought about doing that a lot, obviously..." He realized what he had said a moment after the words had passed his lips, and he paused for a second with embarrassment before continuing. "Want some more, heh?" He grinned even more, blush filling his face. Bianca was quick to react. Shooting up into a sitting position, she brought her knees together, raising her eyebrows with a big smile on her face. Perhaps due to the feelings still throbbing through her body, she was able to ignore the pain in her cheek, or perhaps she didn't even feel it. "No! Avo Tim, two is enough for now! If you give me another one, I'll pass out! At least give me a minute to relax!" He burst into laughter, Bianca grinning slightly.
When his mirth had died down several seconds later, she spoke with a slightly shy smile. "I've never given myself multiple orgasms before, I never tried working past the sensitivity...I was always content with just one." Timoteo smiled widely and said "Well...If you need some time to relax..." He raised his eyebrows and glanced downwards without tilting his head. Bianca smiled happily and raised an eyebrow playfully, looking down to the tent he was pitching in his apprentice pants. He was as aroused as ever, and Bianca was more than willing to show him more affection. She reached a hand over, smiling more as she rubbed her hand over his bulge. She was tired, but not exhausted. She flashed him a grin, beginning to undo his pants, blush freshly flaring in her cheeks...
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