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Grizelda's Hospitality.
Fable : Fall of the Guild

Part V - "The Fall"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: November 20, 2011

He heard the door to the cottage shut tight behind him, the hands on his shoulders guiding him to a stop. The mature yet youthful woman's voice said "Hmmm, a mage!" Bianca said "I've told you he was a mage, Grizelda." The voice chuckled. "I must've forgotten..." She said with amusement. Timoteo's vision slowly adjusted to the light, and he opened his eyes enough to take in his surroundings. He was in some small front hallway, the hallway leading off to his right and left. To the left, very close to the cottage's front door, was some sort of living room. The floor was made of dark cobblestone, and the living room wasn't very large. There was a fireplace, lit and radiating warmth. Bookshelves lined the walls, stuffed to the brim with old tomes and grimoires. A pair of chairs were resting in front of the fireplace, covered in some sort of dark brown fur, a small table situated between the chairs. Off to the side in the living room, there was a dark brown wooden desk, the desk covered in beakers, scrolls, and small objects Timoteo wasn't close enough to identify.
Off to his right, the hallway led down to a few opened doorways, and while light came from within, Timoteo couldn't see anything through the doorways from his position. Aside from the fireplace, several lanterns and candles were lit and placed at varying points around the cottage, brightening it up considerably. Standing right before him, with her hands on his shoulders, must've been the witch of Darkwood, Grizelda. She didn't look at all like what he thought a reclusive witch would've looked like. In fact, she was fairly beautiful. She barely looked like she was in her mid thirties, maybe late thirties, at the most. She was a little shorter than him, though as tall as Bianca was. She must've been taller than Bianca truly was, however, considering that Bianca's boots had elevated heels. She was wearing a white fur shawl, the shawl draped over her shoulders and around her upper arms, barely reaching the middle of her back behind her.
Under the shawl, she was wearing an unusual garment that reminded Timoteo of a robe, though Grizelda must've done her own adjustment to it. It was black and wore like a robe, covering her body from her shoulders downwards, with sleeves for her arms. Though, Grizelda had cut off sections from the sides, it seemed. While a robe would typically leave no skin visible at all, one complete garment, Grizelda had removed sections from over the sides of her legs, creating two long splits up along the robe with one over the outsides of each of her legs. This gave a glimpse at her legs, and probably helped keep her legs cool while limiting any restrictions a robe would've typically had on her movements. As well, a section had been removed over her chest, small and shaped like a star. The removed section was only about as big as one's fist, though still gave a fair glimpse of her cleavage, all the same. The sleeves were torn off before the wrists as well, with the sleeves ending near the middles of her forearms.
She was wearing numerous bracelets of gold and silver, all jewelled with sparkling gemstones of various colours. One particular bracelet, a golden bangle, had a large pink pearl set into it. She had nothing on her feet, no shoes or similar footwear to be seen. Her hair was long and black, lustrous and voluminous as dark locks mingled with her white furred shawl. Like Bianca, she was wearing black lipstick that sparkled, sparkles apparently made into the cosmetic. Timoteo was fairly shocked at what he saw then; it was very apparent that Grizelda was not only a Hero, but an evil one. Like Bianca, her morality reflected itself in her body, but it showed even more prominently in Grizelda than it did in Bianca. Whatever Grizelda had done over the years of her life, it must've been even more dark than Bianca's accidental slaying of so many at her old home. Her skin was just as pale and colourless as Bianca's, though the dark circles around her eyes were even worse than Bianca's.
It was almost like the skin around her eyes had been painted black, making the whites of her eyes starkly stand out. A bit of red cosmetic blush had been applied to her cheeks, giving her some colour. The pupils of her eyes were narrow vertical slits, like a snake or a cat. Timoteo was a little surprised to see, however, that her irises weren't red like Bianca's; instead, they were a perfect green, like emeralds. Not having red eyes would've helped to make her look less evil, but there was one characteristic about Grizelda that completely overshadowed her lack of red eyes. She had horns. Twin identical horns had grown out of her forehead, small but gray like stone, pointed downwards to a point like twin crescent moons. The horns were barely a little longer than the length of one's index finger, but they were each as thick as one's thumb. The horns came down in a curve over her temples, keeping them out of her general vision. Her manifested morality aside, her body drew his eyes in another way; she was immensely curvy, at least with her bosom.
Her robe was pushed out intensely over her chest due to her globes, and her hips looked rather curvy under her robe. Like Bianca, she had a small tummy to her, though she was far from even chubby; it certainly looked like she didn't gorge herself on fatty foods, but didn't deny enjoying treats when she wanted them. The small plump curve of her tummy was visible as the robe rested against her, and Timoteo had to admit, like Bianca's own tummy, it looked fairly sensual to him. Timoteo remembered hearing Bianca tell Darrah that Grizelda was over fifty years old, but seeing her in the flesh, he didn't know if he could believe her. If Grizelda was over fifty years old, she certainly looked extremely young for her age, almost unnaturally so. She smiled warmly at him, though there was a mischievous twinkle to her eyes. "He's cute." She said, glancing at Bianca. "Grizelda..." Bianca said, sounding embarrassed. Timoteo, too, felt embarrassed, though was thankful that he didn't feel embarrassed enough to blush.
Grizelda took her hands from his shoulders, saying "So, I finally get to meet the mage-boy that my Bianca's mentioned on so many occasions! Timoteo, right?" Timoteo nodded. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He said, politely. Grizelda just smiled more, her eyes narrowing a little, the woman humming out "Hmmm." Timoteo glanced at Bianca, and she was blushing, her expression embarrassed. She was about to say something when Grizelda looked at her and said "Bianca, why don't you start cooking up some stew? Show Timoteo what kind of food we can make in Darkwood. I'll take him and get some cider, and maybe we'll chat a little." Bianca seemed unable to think of a response, so her shoulders slumped in a defeated sigh. "Alright..." She mumbled, quietly. She walked off to the living room, and Timoteo watched her step away, feeling tempted to ask her back simply because he didn't like how she had walked off with her unhappy expression. Grizelda took him by the arm, however, and headed off with him before he could do much of anything.

"It's been a very long time since I've had any man near my cottage. I'm pleased that Bianca chose a good-looking man to get involved with." Timoteo blushed a little, raising an eyebrow, glancing at Grizelda. She noticed his reaction, smiling and holding back a chuckle as she said "Oh, I can tell. I can smell you all over each other. Don't feel ashamed. I approve completely." Timoteo stammered for a second, Grizelda tittering in reaction. She led him through a doorway that revealed a dark, descending set of steps, the steps made of dark stone. Grizelda raised a hand and snapped her fingers, never faltering as she led him down the staircase. Her snap caused the candles set in alcoves along the walls to burst into life, their flaming tips illuminating the descent. "Bianca would never come out and tell me if I asked her, which is good, actually. I taught her to act like a true lady, and I'm glad to say that the lessons stuck. So, I'm going to ask you, instead. Have the two of you slept together, yet?"
Timoteo blushed more, surprised into silence over the question, not used to someone just out and asking him a question like that. Grizelda smiled still, saying "Hmm? Don't be bashful, tell me. I know you've done something." Timoteo gulped and said "We h-haven't slept together, no." Grizelda chuckled and led him to the bottom of the staircase, revealing a massive cellar. The cellar was filled with casks of all kinds, barrels filled with, most likely to Timoteo, alcoholic beverages. "I see. Was it your decision, or her's?" She asked. Timoteo felt a little more comfortable now that the topic had been delved into some more; he was only shy with her words in the beginning, since he had been unused to the idea of someone speaking to him openly about sexuality. He was still unused to it, but he didn't want to be rude by refusing to answer, or seem foolish by simply remaining silent. "Her's, mostly." He said.
Grizelda seemed a little surprised for a moment, but she didn't ask more on it. "What magic interests you, Timoteo? Has Bianca told you what she learned during her time away from the Guild?" Timoteo said "I, eh, don't really have one specific path that interests me. I just go after whatever appeals to me, really. And yeah, Bianca's talked to me about what she learned here. A lot of..." He trailed off, not knowing if it would offend Grizelda if he said "dark magic". "A lot of what?" She asked, smiling. "Were you displeased with what you heard?" She asked. He shook his head. "No, it just wasn't what I was used to, that's all." Grizelda nodded. "Hmmm." She hummed, once again. She led him to a cask, and finally released his arm. She grabbed a few glasses from over the cask. Timoteo wondered why that particular cask seemed to be the only one that had glasses over it, but he didn't ask about it.
The glasses were tall and clear, looking freshly washed. As Grizelda leaned over by the large cask, twisting a mechanism near the barrel's bottom that opened the flow of fluid within, Timoteo kept himself from looking towards Grizelda's bottom, though he was sure her robe must've done a good job of showing off it's shape now that she was leaning over. As she filled the first glass with whatever beverage was within the cask, she said "Let me give you some advice, Timoteo. You can thank me for it later. Bianca is, at her heart, a submissive girl. If you take charge and show her passion, I guarantee she'll be receptive. What's keeping the two of you from making love?" Timoteo blushed lightly and was silent for a second before saying "She, ah...She wants condoms. We've never had the time to get any, I guess." Grizelda finished filling the first glass, turning the mechanism on the cask again, cutting off the flow of fluid. She stood up straight and handed him the glass, saying "Really? That's all? Well, I can fix that, right now. I've got condoms."
She smiled and began to fill the second glass, leaning over by the cask again. Timoteo looked to his glass, to the beverage within. The drink was a cross between red and brown, a sort of rusty crimson colour. It was translucent, looking a little cloudy with some random particles. "What's this?" He asked. Grizelda finished filling the second glass, resting it over the cask before beginning to fill the third. "Apple cider. It's like apple juice. Never had cider before?" Timoteo shrugged and shook his head. "I don't think so..." He said. Grizelda finished filling the third glass, closing the mechanism on the cask again, cutting off the flow of cider. "Try it, you'll like it." She said, smiling. A glass in each hand, she led the way, Timoteo following her out of the cellar. He took a sip from his glass on the way up the stone steps, and he instantly liked the drink. It was like apple juice, in the sense that he could tell it must've been produced from apples; unlike apple juice, however, it wasn't a simple bland sweet taste. It was a different kind of sweet twinged with a sour taste over different parts of his tongue, almost like the cold drink was popping with flavour. He said nothing about it, but the drink made him smile a little with surprise.

Grizelda led him over into the living room, where he saw that Bianca had taken off her cloak and laid it over one of the two furred chairs. A big black iron pot, practically a cauldron, had been put into the fireplace, sitting amongst the flames. Within, some sort of broth bubbled and boiled, Bianca kneeling beside the fireplace and tossing handfuls of spices and chopped vegetables into the pot. She looked over as the two appeared, standing up. She looked back and forth between their faces, an unsure expression to her, perhaps looking for any hint of what they had spoken about from their expressions. Grizelda was still smiling a little as she handed Bianca a glass of cider, saying "Here...We'll be right back, keep working on the stew, my dear. When we come back, I'd like to hear all about your time outside of Darkwood." Bianca slowly took in a deep breath, exhaling as she said "Alright..." She and Timoteo looked at each other, casting each other forlorn looks before Grizelda had him by the arm again, leading him back down the hallway towards the cellar.
Instead of going down the cellar again, however, she led him into another room, the room at the very far end of the hallway. She shut the door behind them, perhaps to keep Bianca from hearing them easily. Timoteo was surprised by the room. Like the living room, bookshelves covered a good chunk of the walls. Not all the bookshelves were filled with tomes, however. Some solely had strange objects on their shelves; orbs of differing colours and sizes, bottles filled with various substances and fluids, potions and skulls, and even a slender blade of a dark, gothic appearance sat on one bookshelf. A desk was on the far side of the room, a chair situated before it. Timoteo couldn't see what was on the desk's surface, as it was illuminated with a green glow strong enough to hide from view whatever may lay on top. A bed was off to the side, fairly sized and covered in black blankets, the pillows having black cases. Grizelda released Timoteo's arm, taking a sip of her glass as she stepped over to a bookshelf nearby. "Now, where did I put them...Had a bunch, I remember..." She said, thoughtfully.
Timoteo stood by the closed door and waited, taking a sip from his glass, feeling a little embarrassed to be given condoms by Bianca's guardian. After all, what else would the condoms be used for other than passion? She gave her consent, but still, it was embarrassing to Timoteo. To try and take his mind off of it and alleviate his embarrassment, he asked "So, you met Bianca when she fought some balverines in Darkwood, right?" Grizelda said "Yes, she told you, did she? It was brave of her to take on a whole pack, but the only alternative would've been to run, and that would've been foolish. A balverine can move much faster than a human, even a Hero. A child like she was at the time would've been caught in seconds, assuming the balverines didn't play with her, first. She has scars from the attack, as well. On her lower back...Or was it the back of her thigh? I don't quite remember. In any event, I heard the ruckus she was raising and went to investigate.
Thought it might've been another bunch of crusading Heroes out for my head. I killed off the rest of the balverines and took Bianca here." Grizelda reached for something on her shelf and said "Healed her up...And she ended up not wanting to leave. Took me by surprise when she asked me to tutor her, but I liked having her around. Gave me someone to talk to. Gave me a nice chance to pass on what I know to another." She turned and looked at him, smiling, holding something in her free hand. She took another sip of her cider as she approached him. "You don't look like a do-gooder, Timoteo. You don't have blonde hair, blue eyes, or little butterflies fluttering around a halo over your head. Neutral?" She asked. Timoteo thought for a moment before nodding. "I suppose so. I haven't gone out of my way to do good or bad, but then again, I haven't taken many Quest Cards from the Guild, yet." Grizelda nodded thoughtfully. "It's been my experience that nobody stays neutral forever, but that's your own path. Here."
She held her hand out, opening her hand and showing him what lay in her palm. Several small squares of some kind of paper wrapping were evident, the paper wrapping a plain pale blue. A circular bump was raised in a ring over the face of each square, apparently the sheath for Timoteo's manhood. "Highest quality condoms you can get, these days. Only made from the intestines of the most virile animals out there." Timoteo blushed a little as he took the condoms, Grizelda having five in her hand. "Um...Thank you." He said, sheepishly. Grizelda grinned at him with amusement. "I'm sure you'll put them to good use." She teased. Timoteo blushed more. "Come. Let's see Bianca. I'm curious about what she's been up to since she's left my company, and I'm sure you two have been on an adventure or two..."

Timoteo slipped the condoms into his pack as Grizelda led him back into the living room. Bianca had been adding potatoes and chunks of meat to the stew, making it more hearty. She looked at them again as they appeared, and this time she knew that Grizelda must've said something embarrassing to Timoteo, since he was still blushing. Grizelda sighed with a pleasant smile as she sat down on one of the dark furred chairs, saying "Mmm, smells delicious, doesn't it? Come, sit, tell me your adventures." She patted at the chair beside her while looking to Timoteo, and Bianca seemed a little bit perplexed for a moment. She remained standing, and Timoteo felt confused as he figured out that Grizelda actually wanted him to take the comfortable seat instead of Bianca. He rested his pack on the floor and took the seat, though he felt it was rude of him to do so with Bianca standing there, no seat free for her. He rested his glass of cider on the small table between the chairs, wondering if Bianca would be forced to get a third chair for herself.
Grizelda looked at Bianca, then. "Well, take a seat, Bianca!" She said, with amusement. Bianca looked at Grizelda with embarrassment dawning in her eyes. "Grizelda, you know that there's only two chairs..." Grizelda took a sip from her cider, smiling with half-open eyes. "Indeed. But the guest always sits before the resident. I suppose you'll just have to share the chair." Bianca and Timoteo met eyes. Her expression became more embarrassed, and pink rose in her pale cheeks. "Grizelda, I asked you not to embarrass me..." She murmured, looking back towards Grizelda. Grizelda smiled more and said "Oh, just sit in his lap, girl. You're embarrassing yourself. I had thought you had outgrown your shyness." Bianca suddenly regarded Grizelda with a look of determined annoyance, promptly stepping over to Timoteo, turning around, and sitting down in his lap. Timoteo felt butterflies rise in his stomach. He could feel Bianca's soft, curvy tush press to his thighs.
He reached around her, feeling his hands along her stomach, holding her. She leaned back against him, looking to the side slightly, meeting his eyes. She was blushing, her face a little embarrassed though a little pleased at the same time. She brought her hands over the back of his, slowly rubbing her thumbs along his skin. "I'm sorry about her..." She whispered. Grizelda heard her. "Don't try being sorry, Bianca. He likes it and so do you. You're acting like this is the first time you've sat in his lap." She raised her eyebrows, saying "If it really is, then I'm amazed. But, no matter." Bianca looked to Grizelda and reached over to her cup of cider, her cup near Timoteo's on the small table nearby. "Grizelda, did you want to hear about my time away from here, now?" Grizelda smiled widely. "I did. I'm sure you're thankful for the opportunity to stop me from embarrassing you more." Bianca gave Grizelda a bit of a look, and the older Will-user chuckled softly.
Bianca exhaled lightly before saying "Well...I sent Abel, first off, to try and find Tim. He did, and watched him for me while I made my way up towards Bowerstone. I fought some bandits in Greatwood on the way, but it was nothing challenging." "I wouldn't think so." Grizelda commented, taking another sip of her cider. Bianca continued, saying "I made it to the Guild as Abel told me that Tim and Darrah had returned from some quest..." "Darrah?" Grizelda asked. Bianca was silent for a second before saying "...Another Hero. A Hero of Strength." Grizelda nodded. Bianca said "After my reunion with Tim, I met him outside the Guild the next day, along with Darrah. We began heading for Lychfield to visit the grave of Travis." Grizelda nodded; apparently, she knew who Travis was. Bianca slowly said "Along the way...There were...Problems with Darrah and I." "Oh? Like what?" Grizelda asked. Bianca was silent for a moment before saying "She didn't like how I had an evil morality reflected in my body. And she seemed to have a hatred for magi, in general."
Grizelda nodded understandingly. "Ahh. I see." She said. She looked to Timoteo, whose head was visible over Bianca's shoulder. "And you, Timoteo? Did you fight with her often?" She asked. Timoteo slowly said "Er...Yeah. I think she wants to be my friend, but...It sounds bad when I put it this way, but Darrah's got some problems. She's got issues she's been dealing with on her own for years. I think it's soured her a little." Grizelda nodded quietly, looking back to Bianca with her emerald eyes. Bianca quietly said "I tried being friendly...I gave her chances...I tried ignoring what she would say about me...I even held back in our fight. But nothing ever seemed to warm her up to me." Bianca, at normal volume, said "And then something happened that made her just leave us, entirely." "What happened?" Grizelda asked. Timoteo blushed gently at the recollection, but he was sure Grizelda didn't see it. Bianca was silent for a moment, and when she spoke, she sounded a little embarrassed. "She found Tim and I...We were in a stream, together."
Grizelda smiled knowingly. "We were bathing." Bianca quickly added, no embarrassment in her tone. Grizelda nodded understandingly, and said "Of course." Bianca said "She grew so upset with us that she grabbed all her gear and simply left. Neither of us have seen her since." "Just as well. If she really hated magi, she'd probably give you trouble every time you wanted to cast." Grizelda remarked. Bianca said "We reached Lychfield...Oh but, before that, while Darrah was still with us, we fought a banshee." The mention of a banshee perked Grizelda up. She sounded curious as she asked "And how did that go? You're here, so I assume you were victorious." Bianca said "I summoned a Minion...It drained me more than I thought it would." Grizelda's face went a little ashen. "Did you lose control of it?" She asked. Bianca nodded softly. Gently, she said "Near the end...It attacked Tim, but his Physical Shield saved him. I released it before it could do anything else, but I was left pretty low on mana. Tim gave me a potion, though, so everything was fine."
Life came back to Grizelda's face, and she nodded softly. Bianca slowly said "After that...We made it to Lychfield. The gravekeeper was insolent, but he let us in. We found Travis' grave...We paid our final respects...And then we left." "You weren't beset by Hollow Men?" Grizelda asked, curiously. Timoteo shook his head. "No, actually. It was weird. We didn't see a single Hollow Man. I don't think I even remember seeing a wisp anywhere." Grizelda raised her eyebrows. "That is weird. But, no matter. It's of no consequence." Bianca said "After that, we went to Knothole Glade." Grizelda's expression was one of amusement as she asked "And what could possibly compel you to go to an island like Witchwood?" Bianca said "An old comrade wanted to talk to us about something called the "Anti-Hero League"." Grizelda looked at Bianca with curiosity.
Timoteo said "It's this group that hates Heroes, and says we need to go away or die. I personally haven't seen any members, but apparently they've already spread to most major cities and towns in Albion. Our friend, Calvin, wanted to talk to us about going to Snowspire to avoid the situation when the League attacks the Guild." Grizelda suddenly burst out into laughter. Bianca glanced over her shoulder, and she and Timoteo exchanged puzzled looks. When Grizelda's laughter died down a few moments later, she smiled and said "Oh, they can hate Heroes all they want, it's not going to make them simply drop dead in their tracks. A bunch of ordinary people rushing up to the Guild and trying to kill Heroes is just going to end up in a slaughter." Timoteo said "Heroes are being told not to kill people by our leaders, and most don't even want to hurt the people they've, mostly, been sworn to protect." Grizelda's expression suddenly went angry.
"Then your Guildmaster is a fool, along with your Guild Head. If Heroes don't want to defend themselves against those that would attack them, then it seems proper to me that they would die out." Timoteo said "You don't understand. The League is using firearms. No armour can defend against them. No amount of speed can dodge their slugs. Just one hit blows a hole through your body. From what I've heard, the League doesn't fight fair either, they swarm Heroes and take them down." Grizelda's expression didn't lighten. "If Heroes took the initiative, they could easily remedy whatever unfortunate situation they come across. And I find it hard to believe that such a powerful weapon even exists, let alone that there's more than one of them. Surely you've heard nothing but exaggerations about such a weapon's power. Likely, it's nothing but propaganda from this "League"." Bianca wordlessly stood up from Timoteo's lap, Timoteo looking at her curiously as he rested his hands back down his thighs.
Grizelda, too, regarded Bianca with curiosity as she walked closer to Grizelda's chair. She pulled her cloak out from behind Grizelda, having rested it over Grizelda's chair earlier. She reached into her cloak and pulled out her firearm, along with her pouches of slugs and black powder. Sticking her hand out close to Grizelda, she offered the items while saying "Tell me, Grizelda, how we may defend ourselves against this weapon." Grizelda took the items, looking at them with an eyebrow raised. Bianca rested her cloak down by Timoteo's pack in a bundle, stepping over to his chair and sitting back down in his lap.

Grizelda, with instructions from Bianca, loaded the weapon. With a bored expression, she got up from her chair and stepped over to a nearby window. She opened it, holding the firearm out through the window. "And I just pull the little mechanism, here?" She asked, tapping her finger over the firearm's trigger. Bianca nodded wordlessly. Grizelda promptly squeezed the trigger, her face instantly becoming surprised at how the weapon recoiled in her hand, at the flash that appeared at the weapon's end along with the accompanying bang. She was silent for a few seconds, staring at the firearm. After several seconds, Bianca said "There's more of those. Most League supporters have one. It's an invention of man, not Heroes or Will or Old Kingdom engineering...Man created it. And many people in Albion want to use it against everyone affiliated with the Guild. Probably even people with Hero blood that aren't even a part of the Guild."
Grizelda slowly stepped over to Bianca, handing her the firearm along with it's two matching pouches. Grizelda's face was fairly calm, though her voice was disgusted as she took her seat once more. "Man. Hmph." She said darkly. "The people have been protected by the Guild for ages. The fall of the Old Kingdom brought about unprecedented horror to the lives of ordinary people, and it only ended when Nostro founded the Guild. Have people forgotten how William Black freed Albion from the Court? Do people not realize how much safer Heroes make the lives of people, or at least try to?" Timoteo said "The League thinks the Guild is corrupt, and that Heroes believe they're above the law." Grizelda said "Certainly, there are evil Heroes. Heroes that abuse their power. But they are, overall, the minority. The rest of the Heroes, pure ones, would make up for whatever ill an evil Hero did, I would think." Bianca said "Obviously, the League doesn't think that way. Our friend, Calvin, is sure that the League will attack the Guild and destroy it. He thinks it'll be some time soon, too."
Grizelda's tone lost disgust and was replaced with suppressed concern. "If Heroes won't defend themselves against a weapon like that...I don't doubt that they'll be wiped out." Grizelda shrugged lightly, her tone becoming calm again as she said "But, it's of no concern to me. If Heroes want to be foolish enough to let themselves be killed, then they can let their Albion suffer for their absence. Of course, if ordinary people have weapons like those, I suppose they could defend themselves against hobbes and balverines and such...But it'll elevate the threat of bandits. They'll use firearms, too." Bianca and Timoteo nodded slightly. "In the end, it's troubling to think that such a weapon exists and in such numbers, but the fate of the Guild or of Heroes is of no concern to me. The League can do as it pleases." Grizelda said, taking a sip of her cider. Bianca said "I'm worried for you, Grizelda. Calvin seemed to think that the League would scour Albion for Heroes, and slaughter them wherever they were found. They could find you."
Grizelda let out a short laugh and said "If they want to brave Darkwood, they're welcome to try and find me. If they find me, they're more than welcome to try and kill me. They'll find I won't be as hesitant to defend myself compared to some Guild puppet." Bianca said "But Grizelda, their firearms-" Grizelda cut Bianca off, saying "I see how dangerous they are, my dear. And if they want to swarm my cottage to try and kill me, they'll see how dangerous an old witch can be. And besides, this isn't my only dwelling, you know that. I can always move deeper into Darkwood. The heart of this forest, even." Bianca sounded curious as she said "The other...?" She was quiet for second before saying "I thought they were all destroyed? We abandoned them when big packs of balverines were coming, or trolls." Grizelda slowly shook her head, smiling.
"No, they weren't destroyed. Whenever we'd leave, I'd cast a little curse on the area. It'd take care of whatever came before they could ruin it with their filth. It took long enough, a decade or two, but I think the local creatures understand now that disturbing a home of mine never ends well for them. Explains why they've never bothered us since we came to this cottage, Bianca. I mean, it's in a clearing, and the windows are always bright with light." Grizelda nodded. "Oh, the creatures know we're here...They just don't want to bother me, anymore." Bianca slowly said "Well...If you're confident..." Grizelda simply smiled and took in a sniff. "I think the stew's ready, dear." She said, grinning hungrily.

The three ate bowls of stew, Bianca turning to the side in Timoteo's lap so he could have some room to use his arms and eat. He rested his arms over her thighs, holding his bowl of stew with his left hand, his fork with his right. Grizelda's utensils were unlike any Timoteo had seen before, they were certainly more decorative than the simple wooden and metal bowls, plates, and cutlery that the Guild had. Grizelda's bowls and utensils seemed to be made of some black stone, little wavy designs of gold done around the rims of the bowls and the handles of the forks. The stew was delicious, with the broth holding the vegetables, meat, and potatoes being quite warm and adding to the filling feeling the meal gave. Timoteo and Bianca were both pleased to have a warm meal after their days travelling, happy to have bellies full of hearty meals. Grizelda only had one bowl of stew, while Bianca and Timoteo both had a second bowl.
They rested their dishes on the small table nearby, finishing off their glasses of cider. Bianca, with her legs still off to the side and her right side facing Timoteo, leaned closer to him and rested the side of her head against his shoulder, her face close to the side of his neck. She kept her eyes closed, breathing peacefully, her hands in her lap. He had his right arm across her thighs, gently feeling along her left thigh. His left arm went around her waist, Timoteo gently rubbing along her left hip. Grizelda gazed at the fire for a minute after the meal was over, looking into the flames that no longer contained a big black pot for heating. Eventually, she said "Well...I think I'll spend the rest of the night in my room. I've got some scrolls I'd like to look over. Bianca, you can take Timoteo to your room and spend the night. Feel free to stay for as long as you'd like, I missed having you here." Bianca, a little sleepily, murmured "Okay...Thank you."
Grizelda stood up from her chair, letting off a little sigh through her nose, grabbing her glass as well as the stack of bowls everyone had used for their meals, along with the utensils. She gave Timoteo a warm smile and a wink before heading off to the hallway nearby. She disappeared, and Timoteo heard a door quietly shut at the end of the hall. Timoteo and Bianca continued to sit together before the fire, cuddling, Timoteo still gently feeling along Bianca's hip and thigh. They enjoyed each other's company in silence, not feeling the need to say anything for a good twenty minutes. As the fire began to die low, Bianca murmured "Want me to show you my room?..." Timoteo smiled a little, saying "Sure..." Bianca raised her left hand to his chest, gently feeling along him for a moment as she gave him a kiss on the side of his neck. Tingles ran up his spine. She slowly got up from him, standing up, stretching slightly with a sigh when she was up on her feet.
He stood up as well, Bianca smiling warmly at him and taking him by the hand, grabbing her cloak from beside his pack. He grabbed his pack, wondering if he would really have the courage to make his move and reveal the condoms. Bianca led him down the hallway, bringing him to the closest doorway, the one beside the cellar stairs. She pushed the door open all the way, revealing her room, lit by candles. As he stepped inside and took in the look of her room, she quietly closed the door behind him. To the left, she had a tall dresser made of black wood. Beside that, she had a desk that had a large mirror attached to the wall behind it. On the desk's surface, there were numerous beakers and glass containers of fluids with differing colours, some beakers having more substance within them than others. A few scrolls were neatly placed beside each other off to the desk's side, and the chair that sat before the desk was made of simple dark wood.
Over in the room's corner was a bed with a black wooden frame, the sheets dark purple in colour, the two pillows having black cases. The bed easily looked like it was big enough for two people, and those two people would surely have some room to spare, even. Beside the bed was a small window, the window simply showing the blackness beyond of Darkwood. Off to the right, there was a tall pair of bookshelves, both stuffed full of tomes. Beside them, close to Timoteo's right side, there were a few individual shelves nailed into the walls, a few miscellaneous items spread out over the shelves. In the middle of the room, on the floor, there was a large circular rug of black and crimson threads, the rug covered in a confusing yet appealing labyrinthine design. She let out a little sigh through her nose, stepping over the the chair in front of her desk, resting her cloak over the back of the chair. She walked over to her bed, taking a seat on the edge, beginning to untie her boots. "I like it, it's nice." He said, smiling.
Bianca smiled more, her bedroom eyes glancing over towards him. "I'm glad you like it. I was only planning on staying here for a few days before heading out again...To start searching for my mother. I had planned on checking Oakvale and Barrow Fields, first. It's just on the other side of Darkwood, and..." Bianca paused as she slipped off a boot, setting it off to the side as she got to work untying the other. "...Since it's close, there's a chance that my mother would have headed there. Besides, Oakvale's around the southern tip of Albion. If she headed in that direction, there wouldn't be too many places else she could head to, which means there won't be too many places else I'd have to check." As Timoteo rested his pack down by the door, subtly opening up a pocket on it, reaching in and grabbing the condoms, he asked "Do you think your mom would really stay in a civilized area?" Bianca paused, but slowly pulled her boot off a second later, setting it off to the side with it's matching boot.
"I suppose I can't say for sure whether she'd remain in civilized areas or not...I'm just assuming she would. If she'd disappear into a wilderness somewhere and live alone, like Grizelda..." Bianca was silent for a second before quietly saying "...I guess it'd be impossible to find her..." Timoteo pulled off his chainmail shirt and rested it down over his pack before he stood up and slipped off his boots, then slowly walking over to the bed. He saw Bianca to be resting her left hand in her lap, looking down quietly at her father's bracelet, gently feeling the tip of a finger from her right hand along the bracelet's charms. He took a seat beside her on the edge of her bed, quietly saying "Wherever the journey takes you, I'll be there. You won't have to make it alone." Bianca slowly leaned closer to him, resting her head against his shoulder, still looking down to her bracelet. "Thank you...That means a lot to me, Tim..." She murmured, gratefully.
He was quiet for a moment before murmuring "You know how...You wanted to get some condoms before we..." Bianca slowly stopped leaning against him while she looked over to his face, meeting his eyes. Her cheeks turned a little red. He looked down to his right hand, uncurling his fingers, looking at what lay in his palm. "Well...Eh hem...Grizelda had a little "gift" for me..." Bianca looked down to his hand and saw the condoms. Her face grew more red, and Timoteo blushed a little, thinking about what might've been running through her head. Bianca looked back to his eyes. "Did you...?" She asked, trailing off. Timoteo smiled a little. "If you wanted to. If you were ready." He said, quietly. Bianca smiled and nodded gently. Timoteo remembered Grizelda's advice, that he should take the initiative. He let the condoms rest down on the bed by his side, turning back to Bianca with a smile. He took her by the wrists, raising her arms, leaning her back.
Bianca's entire face went red as he rested her back, getting up on a knee slightly, getting over her. Holding her by the wrists, he rested her arms against the bed over her head, stretching her arms out a little. She gazed into his eyes silently, her mouth open a crack. He smiled warmly, feeling a little unused to the idea of taking such charge, but wanting to do so if it made Bianca feel the most delight. He came down closer to her, leaning over, closing his eyes. She did the same, her heart thumping excitedly in her chest as he pressed his lips to her own.
He kissed her a few times before their oral embraces took a heated turn. He slipped his tongue out, flicking the tip at her lips for a second before she parted them. Slipping inside and meeting her own tongue, they rubbed against each other, faintly able to taste the sweet twist of cider on each other. He felt her let out a warm breath against his cheek, able to feel her tremble slightly with excitement. For several seconds, they rubbed their mouth muscles against each other, Timoteo feeling arousal come over him as he pulled back. He smiled, Bianca gazing into his eyes and doing the same. Her mouth was hanging open a crack, her cheeks scarlet in colour. Still on a knee over her, he sat up, slowly feeling his hands down her arms until they met her bosom. Bianca made a soft "Mmm" sound as he felt over her shirt, giving her globes a soft squeeze through the fabric. Timoteo felt fully aroused, then. He felt down her shirt until he came to the edge of the garment.
Not too fast yet not particularly slowly, he began to pull the garment upwards, Bianca moving her arms down to push herself up. She sat up, coming close to him, giving him a kiss on his chin as he raised her shirt past her mounds. She raised her arms and let him free her of the garment, Timoteo dropping it to the floor over the edge of the bed. He kissed her luscious lips, feeling Bianca run her hands along his chest. He smiled as he pulled back, gently leaning her back once more, putting his hands over her shoulders as he let her rest back. She looked at him with deep blush as she let her arms rest above her head, letting them rest on the bed again. He felt over her globes, feeling the unbelievably soft, warm skin run under his fingers. He gently ran the tips of his fingers over her nipples, brushing over them, feeling Bianca quiver lightly in response. Slowly, her nipples began to harden, something Timoteo grinned a little at. "Tim..." Bianca cooed.
He met her gaze. "You, too..." She quietly urged. He just smiled. He reached down to the edge of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, dropping it behind himself and over the edge of the bed. Bianca smiled gently and reached up to him, gazing along him as she felt over his skin. He reached down to the edge of her skirt, undoing it. Bianca's breathing had slowly grown a little more deep, her pale mounds rising and falling delectably with her breaths. Timoteo got up from the bed, standing near the edge as he pinched some of the skirt's fabric between his fingers, slipping it down her smooth legs and letting it drop to the floor by her bed. Now only in her stockings, garter belt, and tiny pair of underwear, she regarded him with a warm smile. She reached over with a foot, gently rubbing the toes of her right foot against his left thigh, saying "Your pants, too..." Timoteo raised an eyebrow slightly, smiling widely. He undid and took off his belt, then undoing his pants and letting them drop.
Bianca's eyes sparkled when she saw the bulge in his boxers. Timoteo slipped off his socks with his feet as he slipped his feet away from his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. He came back to her, but he didn't bring a knee to the edge of the bed, he didn't get over her. His hands besides her hips, he brought his head down over her tummy, pressing a kiss to her soft skin just above her navel. Bianca quivered and let out a little coo at the fluttery feeling he rose in her stomach. He kissed over her navel before kissing below it, steadily going downwards. Bianca looked down and watched him, gulping gently with anticipation, nibbling at her bottom lip. He came down to her tiny pair of panties, pressing a kiss right near the top edge, over where her pubic hair was. He felt her thighs tremble in response. He kissed a little lower, feeling a small damp spot to have appeared in her underwear. He grinned up at her, and she must've realized what he had detected, because her face went bright red in furious blush.
He pushed himself up again, and reached over to the strings of her underwear. Pulling it downwards, he realized that the clips of her garter belt, attached to her stockings, prevented him from removing her underwear. He quickly remedied that, unclipping her garter belt, then slipping her small panties down her legs. Her lower lips were revealed, blushing red with wanting. "Want me to keep the stockings on?..." She asked, smiling a little naughtily. Timoteo grinned a little, rubbing a hand over her right thigh, saying "Sure, I like them." Bianca blushed more, bringing her hands near her throat, her forearms pushing into the sides of her bosom. Her actions, whether she knew it or not, lightly pushed her globes together, pumping them up and giving Timoteo's eyes a feast. He clipped her garter belt back to her stockings, and then came down closer to her again. Bianca's eyes widened a little as his lips came closer to her own nether pair.
He pressed a loving kiss to her mons, right over her soft black pubic hair. Bianca quivered and shut her eyes, hanging her head back. He stuck his tongue out and gave her lips a quick upwards lick, tasting some of her seeped nectar. Bianca let out a quiet moan. Timoteo's heart was pounding in his chest. "Okay, I've come this far. Now what? Grab a condom?...Is she ready?..." He thought, a little nervously. Pressing a few more kisses to Bianca's moistening womanhood, he felt himself become even more aroused, which he was rather surprised at; he already felt like he was as thick as he was going to get, but his body was proving him wrong. He stood back up and licked at his lips, removing whatever moisture from Bianca had gotten on them. She opened her eyes and looked at him. Her breathing had begun to speed up, a little. She watched intently as he slipped his boxers down, his member springing out to attention.
Bianca's eyes widened a little, and she actually licked at her lips a little, something that made Timoteo feel a blast of wanting over. She gazed into his eyes a second later, smiling softly. It looked to Timoteo like she wanted to say something, but perhaps couldn't put her finger on exactly what. Timoteo reached over to the small pile of condoms on the bed, off to the side. He grabbed one, tearing off the blue paper wrapping with one simple little pull, revealing the item within. He pulled it out, finding a circular piece of pale meat. It was coated in some kind of fluid, though there wasn't much; Timoteo wondered about what the fluid was, and figured that, since the condom was made of meat, of intestines, the fluid was probably some kind of substance meant to keep the condom from going bad or rotting. The meat had some kind of rolled-up bunch in a ring around a pale, flat, middle, and it only took Timoteo a second to figure out how to roll the condom on.
It was thin, and since it was pale and colourless, it showed off the deep red of Timoteo's member fairly well. Bianca reached down to her legs, grabbing herself from under her knees, splaying her legs as she raised them. Her knees close to her bosom, her dark stocking-covered legs were spread and inviting him closer. She looked at him with a deeply cute look of excited nervousness, and Timoteo couldn't help but come down closer to her and give her some oral affection. The two kissed a few times, Bianca playfully rubbing her feet against his hips, her stockings soft against his skin. When he pulled back several seconds later, he put his knees against the bed on either side of her hips, reaching down to his sheathed member with a hand.
He looked down to her womanhood and noticed that, since her legs were raised and spread, not only were her plush cheeks naturally spread a little, but her rosebud was visible. Timoteo felt even more arousal come over him, his own breathing beginning to deepen. "Are you ready?..." He asked, quietly. Bianca smiled and nodded gently, looking into his eyes trustingly. "Here we go, Timoteo...Time to be a man..." He thought, anxiously yet a little nervously. As he pointed himself down to her, coming close and rubbing the tip against her moist lips, he just hoped that he would make her feel good and not disappoint her.

It didn't take him more than a second to push into her valley, finding her passage for his tool. Slowly slipping within, feeling her warm moistness rhythmically squeeze down on him, he couldn't help but tremble. "Ohh...It's tight..." He murmured. Bianca's entire face went red, and she let out a shuddering breath at the feeling of him slipping deeper inside. Suddenly, Timoteo felt himself come up against something within her. A look of confusion came to him, and he noticed Bianca close her eyes. She had a look of apprehension about her, but Timoteo tried pushing against what he felt inside her, wondering for a moment if Bianca was just squeezing down on him particularly tightly. "If she squeezes hard enough, does it just stop me entirely?...That doesn't make much sense...I must not be moving fast enough..." He thought. He slowly increased his pressure until he suddenly felt whatever was inside her suddenly disappear, seemingly evaporating from his path.
Bianca opened her eyes just a little bit wide, her mouth hanging open slightly. Timoteo slowly continued to push within, and Bianca sounded surprised as she murmured "That...That didn't hurt at all!...That just felt good!...Grizelda is such a liar!..." Timoteo smiled a little and raised an eyebrow. "It hurts?" He asked, curiously. Bianca smiled and mumbled "That's what Grizelda said, at least..." Timoteo leaned over, kissing her, feeling her nipples lightly poke against his chest as she took in deep breaths. She reached out with her tongue and licked at his lips for a second before he reached out with his own, the two passionately kissing. He slipped inside her as deep as he could go, his orbs eventually pressing against her in a warm embrace. "Oh, Avo...I-I don't think there's any room left, Tim..." She murmured, a dreamy look coming to her. Timoteo felt her insides spasm around him, clenching down tight before letting go, milking him.
He shuddered as he focused on the feeling for a few seconds, blinking as he came out from under the trance her body placed over him. Resting his hands down against the bed on either side of her shoulders, he quietly said "Okay...Here we go..." He slowly pulled his hips back, unused to the feeling of using his hips in such a way, slipping his sheathed member out of her until only the tip remained. Bianca looked downwards, peering between her mounds, seeing his slick rod push back inside her. She shut her eyes, cooing out in delight. Timoteo slipped back out again, pushing back in a little faster than before. Bianca let out a shuddering breath, a single thought racing across her lust-stricken mind: "Ohhh...We're finally one..." Timoteo pulled back out and slipped back inside, slowly feeling Bianca's insides stretch a little, becoming more accommodating to his presence. "Ohh...You're loosening up..." He cooed. Bianca's entire face went red again, and she bit at her bottom lip.
She felt urged to tell him he could go faster, but realized he would understand well enough sooner rather than later. As if he had read her thoughts, Timoteo slowly began to move faster, getting used to the feeling of thrusting, beginning to move back and forth quicker. Bianca let out a light cry as he gave a sudden hard thrust inwards, Timoteo feeling tingles run up along his spine at her outburst of delight. He smiled and decided to crank things up a notch. He tried moving as fast as he could, Bianca's eyelids fluttering at the sudden increase in his speed. She moaned out as he started hammering back and forth, moving like a piston, Bianca raising her head to get a look at his movements once more. She released her legs, bringing them around him, trapping him in place. Luckily, she didn't accidentally use her legs to grip him close to her, so he still had proper room to move his hips. She brought her hands to his shoulders, feeling his muscles work as he moved.
He quickly worked himself until sweat droplets began to form along him, Bianca heating up to almost the same degree. Feeling temporarily fatigued, he slowed his movements, giving himself a break. He accidentally pulled out far enough to completely slip out of her warm, tight embrace, though hadn't realized it until he had already instinctively thrusted forwards again. His member came down and slipped between her cheeks, running over her rosebud. Timoteo heard Bianca gasp, her head falling back to the bed, her rosebud clenching with her surprise. Timoteo smiled and chuckled, slightly breathlessly. "Sorry..." He mumbled. He reached down and brought his tip back to her lower lips, slipping back inside, Bianca simply smiling and blushing. He took on a steady pace, moving back and forth, stuffing her tight cavity. Bianca felt her hands down along his chest, beginning to breath rapidly, hot pleasure swelling within her.
Timoteo, due to the condom, felt pleasure come to him more slowly, though he, too, was feeling warm satisfaction swell up inside him. The only sound that filled the room for several minutes was their breathing, hot and heavy, along with the occasional moan. Acting as chorus to those sounds were the wet noises that arose from him slipping into her, adding a primal beat to their actions and rose a fire in them both. "Feels so good..." Bianca moaned out, quietly. Timoteo went into another frantic burst of speed, causing Bianca to let out a shuddering moan. Her mouth hung open as if she felt the urge to scream out ecstatically, but if so, she fought back the temptation and remained quiet. She clenched down on him tight, and she shut her eyes tight for several seconds before her breathing began to sharply speed up. Timoteo felt her walls quiver around him, and thought he felt a sudden splash of fluid run out against his member.
She took in a deep gasp after, and kept her eyes closed as she breathed rapidly. Timoteo felt an explosion of delight appear in him as he realized that Bianca must've just had an orgasm. He grinned and kept thrusting as fast as he could, and noticed that her legs began to tremble, her limbs quivering as the pleasure never stopped coming. Bianca opened her eyes, a bead of sweat rolling down her left temple as she moaned out "Timmm...Kiss me..." He obliged. Coming closer to her, resting down on his elbows, he kissed her passionately, the both of them closing their eyes and panting slightly through their noses. Fire began to spread in his loins, and Timoteo knew his orgasm was coming. He still had some time however, he knew that, so he could still show Bianca some passion before it came. They kissed several times before he pulled back slightly, but resting close to her felt wonderful to his fatigued body, so he stayed close, bringing his face close to her shoulder.
He could feel her hard nipples press against him amid the warm pillows of her bosom. She pressed kisses to his cheek every now and then, feeling him move with reckless abandon. Timoteo kept ramming back and forth for another minute before a phoenix spread it's wings in his loins. He groaned with ecstasy, feeling Bianca squeeze tight with her legs, keeping him close. Her knees shook lightly as she let her legs slip down from around him, letting them rest. He let out a deep sigh, the both of them panting. Bianca slipped her arms around him, hugging him tight, Timoteo feeling her inner walls squeezing down on him still. "I love you..." She whispered by his ear. He smiled a little, feeling a sensation of lightness in his chest. He pushed himself up slightly, murmuring "I love you, too..." Bianca began to smile joyously, her heart thumping and her eyes growing moist at his spoken returning of affection. The two still had their eyes closed as they kissed, slowly and lovingly, Bianca bringing a hand over and feeling along the back of his head, sinking her fingers into his hair.
When they had finished kissing and had caught their breath, Timoteo sat back up, slipping himself out of her depths. He slipped off the condom, making sure not to spill any of his seed. He didn't know what to do with the condom right away, and eventually just tied a knot in it so he could put it somewhere without it spilling and making a mess. He rested it down by his clothes, making a mental note to throw it away come morning. Bianca sat up, his member coming close to her face. His tip was smeared with his thick cream, and Bianca held him by his shaft's base, keeping him still. He felt her hot tongue run against him, cleaning him of seed, quickly jolting his tool into forgetting any thought of weakening. He trembled slightly at the unexpected pleasure, feeling Bianca press a kiss to his tip before pulling away. She looked up to his eyes, smiling with a flustered face. "There's four more...Did you want to go again?..." She asked, softly.
Timoteo raised his eyebrows, grinning slightly. "Absolutely. I'm not even close to being tired, yet." He said, partially lying. He was a little tired, but he was willing to push beyond whatever boundaries he had. If he ended up passing out with her from so much rigorous passion, then so be it. Bianca smiled happily, almost grinning, herself. "Let's try a different position..." She cooed, beginning to move around on her bed. She turned over, getting on her hands and knees, raising her rump up for him to behold. She looked over her shoulder at him, moving back slightly, coming a little closer to the edge of the bed so he could get to her easier. His eyes drank in the sight of her pale cheeks, the dark valley between them, the blushing wet lips a little lower down. Almost without thinking, he grabbed another condom, tearing off the paper wrapping. Now that they could show their love in the ultimate physical way, they wouldn't be satisfied with just one burst of release.
Again and again, they would continue until they were utterly spent, and could fall asleep in each other's arms...
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