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Never Done Before.
Fable : Fall of the Guild

Part VIII - "Witch-hunt"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: June 11, 2012

Timoteo let Bianca lead him into her bedroom, Bianca quietly shutting the door behind him. “What’s the surprise?” Timoteo asked, curious. Bianca smiled at him, her cheeks still a little rosy. She started walking over to her bed, speaking softly as she said “Something we’ve never done, before...I’ve thought about doing it since the last time we saw each other...Maybe you’ve even thought about it, too...” Timoteo smiled a little, mystified over what she had in mind. Pulling his pack off, he set it down on the floor by her bedroom door, doing the same with his chainmail shirt. He slipped off his boots and socks, walking over to her. She motioned to her bed, gently saying “I need you to sit on the edge, and spread your legs a little...” Timoteo sat down on the edge of her bed, spacing his feet apart. He watched as she stepped between his legs, getting down on her knees, looking up into his eyes happily. She rubbed a hand against him between his legs, feeling at how stiff he still was.
He smiled a little, saying “Eh, I think we’ve done this before...” Bianca smiled more, beginning to undo his pants. “Wait, you’ll see...” She seductively murmured. Undoing his pants, she pulled them open as much as she could, revealing his underwear. She lightly pulled his underwear down, letting his member come free. She smiled happily, holding him gently by his base, coming closer and pressing a loving kiss to the underside of his tip. He twitched in reaction, Timoteo seeing Bianca meet his eyes as she gave him another kiss. She started to stand up then, Timoteo watching her with curiosity. He watched as she undid the little button on her skirt, loosening it enough for her to slip it down her legs. She didn’t undo her garter belt, nor did she slip off her soft stockings. Her tiny pair of panties was resting over the straps of her garter belt, it being simple for Bianca to start slipping it down her legs. She watched his eyes with a little smile as she bent over, pulling her underwear free from herself.
He looked at her plump lips for a second before she got down again, on her knees between his legs. She smiled pleasantly, making his eyes widen a little as she brought her tiny panties over to his member. She draped her underwear over his rod, resting the front of her panties over his tip, letting the inside of her underwear touch his skin. He could tell that her panties were a little damp, Bianca obviously having been getting a little excited before pulling them off. A tremble ran up his spine when she started rubbing her panties around, rubbing the amazingly soft fabric against his tip. Her underwear was little more than thin strings everywhere other than the very front, but still, the feeling of those strings running against his shaft was enticing enough. “Ohh...This is nice...” He lightly said, closing his eyes. Bianca grinned a little for a second before relaxing back to a pleased smile. “This isn’t even the surprise I had in mind, either.” She cooed out.
Timoteo opened his eyes again, looking down at her with a bit of surprise. She gazed into his eyes as she started lightly stroking along him, keeping the inside of her panties against him every second. Timoteo looked down at himself with warm pleasure starting to build up, watching the dark fabric of her panties run against him. For some reason he couldn’t quite understand, he found what she was doing to be incredibly sensual. Maybe it was the simple thought that the panties she wore all day, hugging against her, warmed by her, even moistened by her, were what she chose to use to rub him with. In any case, he quickly found himself hard as rock in her hand, Bianca noticing as well, giving him gentle squeezes in her hand to try and figure out his level of arousal. Her smile turned a little excited. “Okay, I think you’re ready for my real surprise...” She mumbled, slipping her tiny pair of panties away from him, dropping them to her bed by his side.
He watched her, quite interested in what she had planned. She reached down to the bottom of her shirt, starting to pull it up. She pulled her shirt up enough to reveal her immense bust, her light pink nipples already standing stiff. She didn’t pull her shirt off, letting the soft, lacy material of it rest bunched up over her globes, by her collar bones. She cupped herself in both hands, though since her mounds were as big as they were, she could barely cover her nipples, the rest of her pillows billowing out on either side of her hands. Though she were covering herself like she were shy, her expression was anything but. A moment later, she had parted her breasts and moved closer to him, pressing her soft pillows together again, snuggling his member between them.
His tip was barely poking up through the valley of her cleavage, most of him swallowed up by her endowments. He blinked twice in surprise, not being sure what to say. His mouth hung open a crack as she gently pressed her breasts a bit closer together, giving his stiffness a squeeze between her warm mounds. She started to smile a little more when she saw how he was reacting with speechlessness. “Do you like it?” She asked, her cheeks darkening a bit more. He blinked again, a bit quietly saying “You feel great...” Bianca grinned for a second before she relaxed. “I’m glad you like it...I was a bit worried you’d think it was weird. Have you ever thought about doing this before?” She jiggled her bosom around him, not following any particular rhythm as she rubbed him between herself. “I never thought of this, honestly...But I wish I had, it’s nice...” Bianca’s eyes went happy, gazing up into his warmly. Even though their contact was purely skin-on-skin, no lubrication to speak of involved, it was still enjoyable, Timoteo closing his eyes again in the face of tingling pleasure.
He felt her slowly start going into a proper rhythm, moving both breasts at the same time, stroking him between them. She watched his face for a bit before looking down to her chest, watching his tip disappear and reappear as she massaged along him. She smiled pleasantly, looking back up to his face, seeing him to be blushing. She smiled more, Timoteo feeling her rub him with a bit more eagerness, feeling her nipples start to rub against his lower stomach. Timoteo felt himself twitch a few times between her soft pillows, tensing up a little. “Avo, they’re so soft...Why didn’t I think of this before?...” He mumbled, opening his eyes a little, looking down to her bosom. She grew heavily flustered at his words, her eyes going a bit shy for a few seconds. She suddenly let him go free from her embrace, Timoteo surprised for a moment. She cupped herself again, smiling a little up at him. She came closer to him again, a tremble running down his spine when she started rubbing her nipples against his tip, making him twitch a few times. “Is that nice?...” She quietly asked.
He smiled a little at her, saying nothing. She smiled widely in reaction. She snuggled his tool between her globes again, starting to stroke them up and down along him once more. He watched her look down at herself, her eyes glued on his tip, popping up and down through the valley of her immense, pale bust. After a few seconds, she slowly looked up to his eyes, a lustful gleam crossing her own. She rested her pillows down around him, making sure his tip was visible. Using her forearms to keep her breasts pressed together, she reached over to her cleavage, parting her breasts a little at his tip, exposing him a bit more. She closed her eyes, leaning her head forwards, Timoteo holding back a groan when he felt her press a long, passionate kiss to his tip. She snaked her tongue out and started swirling it around his swollen tip, eagerly tasting his skin. A moment later, he felt her lower her head a bit more, her lips squeezing down around his tip, running along his slick skin.
He watched her suck on his tip for a few seconds before shutting his eyes, hanging his head back. She moaned lightly in her throat, her chin and cheeks pressing into her soft pillows as she tried to suck at more of him. She started moving her bust again, stroking his shaft as she hungrily worked her lips and tongue. Timoteo tensed up again as his climax passed over him, the fiery pleasure in his loins turning to magma in his veins. “I’m close...” He lightly groaned, raising his head, looking down at her. Bianca gently moaned in her throat again, suddenly going into a burst of speed. She pumped her soft mounds up and down, rubbing him between them as fast as she could. Bobbing her head, she sucked hard and eagerly, almost trying to suck his seed right out of him. She was using her lips and tongue so passionately, in fact, that her lipstick was starting to rub off on him a bit, making black, sparkling streaks on his tip.
Timoteo hung his head back again, his jaw going tight. He couldn’t last more than a second or two longer, not with the kind of wanting she was showing. He let out a groan when the end came, and at the first taste of his seed, Bianca stopped stroking him with her bosom. Instead, she simply jiggled her bosom up and down, rigorously massaging him. She stuck her head down as far as she could, taking as much of his pole between her lips as she could while still keeping him nuzzled into her chest. She worked her lips back and forth on him as he spewed a few more wads, mumbling happily in her throat as he started coating her tongue. Timoteo let out a heavy sigh, falling back against her bed, lying down fully. Bianca kept licking at his tip until she was sure he was done cumming. She slowly ran her lips along his tip when she started pulling away, making sure none of his seed remained on his skin. She pulled her head back, letting his tool slip from between her heavenly globes.
He raised his head a little, breathing a bit heavy through his nose. She intimately gazed into his eyes from her position between his legs, Timoteo watching her run his discharge around in her mouth, tasting him thoroughly. Her eyes were a little dreamy as she swallowed, a big, happy smile coming to her a moment later. Beginning to stand up, crawling over him on the bed, she murmured out “Was that a nice surprise?” Timoteo smiled contently, softly saying “It was, thank you...” She smiled more, gazing into his eyes lovingly. “You don’t need to thank me...Mm...” She mumbled, closing her eyes, coming close to kiss him. Resting down on top of him, he felt her press her body against his, reaching her arms around her waist and holding her close. He felt her long hair hang down by his left side as they slowly kissed, her soft strands gentle and delicate on his skin. They lovingly kissed close to a dozen times before they rested, Bianca nuzzling her face down into his neck and shoulder.
They cuddled like that for a couple of minutes before she slowly pushed herself up over him again. She smiled at him, looking down into his eyes. “Are you hungry?” She lightly asked. Timoteo gazed up into her eyes, shaking his head gently, saying “Not really...I ate a big breakfast at Darrah’s before I came over here.” Bianca lightly said “I haven’t had breakfast, yet...I was about to start cooking before you came...” Timoteo smiled more, smoothing his hands down from the small of her back. He felt down her curvy tush to her thighs, feeling along her soft stockings. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you...” She smiled more, making a little sound like a chuckle that didn’t quite make it. “It’s okay. Want to tell me about the battle while I cook?” Timoteo nodded, remembering his gift for her. “Sure.” He said, watching her begin to get up from the bed, standing in front of him. He sat up a little as she pulled her shirt back down.
She grabbed her tiny little panties and slipped them back on, but she didn’t slip her skirt back on, interestingly enough. She started to walk over to her bedroom door, Timoteo watching her plush, pale bum move as she walked. Since the backside of her underwear was little more than a thin string going up between her cheeks, her rump was completely revealed, ripe for his eyes to feast on. A bit of a naughty idea began to grow in his mind, a little smile coming to him as he thought of a surprise of his own he could give her. She opened her bedroom door, looking back at him, smiling happily when she saw where his eyes were. “Coming?” She teased. “One second.” He said, grinning a little. She stepped out into the hallway, heading over towards the den of the cottage. He noticed the dark lipstick marks on his softening member, but he ignored them for the time being, doing up his pants as he stood up from the bed. He quickly walked over to his pack, opened it up, and pulled out the big piece of jet. He slipped it into his pocket, smiling a bit as he walked out into the hallway.
He found her sitting in Grizelda’s usual chair, throwing small handfuls of spices into her cauldron, pouring in some water from a small gourd, as well. He sat down in her usual chair, watching her heft the cauldron over to the fireplace, hanging it inside over fresh firewood. She squatted down in front of the fireplace for a moment, Timoteo’s eyes drawn to her plump rump. He couldn’t exactly see it from his position, but he imagined it with decent accuracy; since Bianca was kneeling down, the thin string of her panties was probably stretched tight across her rosebud, just barely covering it. She held out a hand towards the firewood, a thin jet of fire erupting from her fingertips. Once the firewood was properly lit, Bianca ended the spell and stood back up with a gentle exhale, turning back around and walking past his chair. “Be right back, I’ll get us some cider.” She contently mumbled, regarding him with warm eyes. He closed his eyes and relaxed, reclining in her chair.
A minute later, he suddenly felt someone press a kiss to the top of his head, Timoteo glancing left and right before he spotted Bianca place two glasses of apple cider down on the table nearby. He hadn’t even heard her come back up from the cellar. He smiled a little at her, Bianca smiling with amusement, realizing she had surprised him. She sat down in Grizelda’s usual chair again, saying “So, what happened during the battle, exactly?” Timoteo leaned back in the chair again, saying “Well, on the expected day of the attack, we all got ready out on the estate grounds. We had to wait a bit before the bandits were actually spotted, and we knew the fight was on. The plan worked surprisingly well. I don’t think anything could’ve really gone more in our favour. A horn was sounded, which did three things: alerted Miller’s men, who were lying in wait, that the bandits were coming, alerted other horn carriers to pass the message along to warn Sundale, and it got the bandits’ attention. Instead of going for Sundale first, they thought the mansion was issuing a challenge.”
“And if they went for Sundale first?” Bianca asked, crossing one leg over the other. “Then we would’ve had a problem.” Timoteo simply said. Bianca blinked, her eyes drifting down to her knees. “The bandits came running, shooting off their firearms when they were close enough. It’s funny, we were worrying so much about how deadly firearms were, and the bandits didn’t even get that many kills. Miller mentioned at one point that the bandits had used firearms as long as someone’s arm, but I never saw anything like that being used in the fight. Wesley commanded the mansion guards, doing a good job too, while waiting for Miller to bring his own group around the walls to pinch the bandits on either side. But...Then...” He trailed off for a second. Bianca looked up to his eyes again, seeing his to be down at his feet. His brow was furrowed deep, his eyes almost frustrated.
“There was this maid, Amanda. I thought we were becoming friends...She turned traitor, she tied ropes to the perimeter wall and threw them down to bandits for a sneak attack. Darrah and a bunch of guards repelled the bandits, but one of them got loose, shot Darrah’s father. I helped him out before Darrah chased him down. I was trying to help out guards on the wall, but eventually, I noticed someone with rope on the far side of the wall. Darrah and I ran over and caught Amanda red-handed. Darrah tied her up while I took care of the bandits she had wanted to help. Then, I helped finish off the bandits outside with Miller’s men and knights from Sundale.” Bianca remained silent, watching his expression with a touch of concern, not used to seeing him dark with anger. “When all was said and done, Amanda was dragged up to the guillotine.” “Guillotine?” Bianca curiously said. “Some sort of execution device. Cuts your head off.” Timoteo simply explained.
“I see.” Bianca quietly mumbled, sounding a little subdued by the idea of such a device. “I still can’t believe that Amanda could do that. Was it all an act, being friendly with me? How could she stand pulling herself out of bed, in the morning? She was terrified when they brought her up to the guillotine. She was scared of dying. She cried and begged for mercy...Nobody gave her any.” “I wouldn’t have, if she had betrayed me.” Bianca softly said, trying to make him feel better. It didn’t seem to do much good. “I just can’t believe she wanted me dead, along with everyone else. She seemed like a nice person, a good person...But she was as much a killer as those bandits. She got what she deserved.” Timoteo angrily said, his voice turning into a low mutter near the end. Bianca was quiet, not being sure what to say, looking towards the floor. Eventually though, she stood up, Timoteo barely noticing. She walked over to him, finally getting his attention when she sat down in his lap, her legs off to the side.
He looked up into her eyes just as she reached an arm behind his head, his eyes going a little wide when she lightly pulled his head over, smothering most of his face into her chest. His eyes open, he blinked a few times, surprised and not knowing what to think. He could feel Bianca’s warmth through her thin shirt, most of his face squishing into her cleavage, Timoteo just barely able to breathe through his nose. Softly, he heard her speak, Bianca comfortingly saying “You don’t have to think about her anymore, Tim...You don’t need to think about the fighting...You’re here now, you’re away from all that...You can rest...” Timoteo’s eyes slowly began to close. He could smell the faint blueberry scent of her hair, and combined with the general scent of her body, he started to feel incredibly at ease. “Yeah...You’re right...” He mumbled, his voice muffled by her bosom. He closed his eyes entirely, finding that having his face pushed into her chest was actually rather relaxing, for some odd reason.
“I’m glad I’m here again...I was getting tired of waiting for that fight, of worrying...” He mumbled out. Bianca rubbed at the back of his head, lightly feeling her fingers through his hair. “I’m glad you’re here again, too...I really missed you, I was worried something might happen in the battle...” She murmured, reaching her free hand over, lightly stroking along his right shoulder. He brought one hand to the small of her back, gently resting the other against her belly, lightly rubbing along her, feeling her breathe. They quietly remained like that for several minutes, Timoteo forgetting all about Amanda and Benedict’s bandits in that time. He started to rub down along her thigh, feeling her soft stocking under his hand. Not long after, they were both surprised to hear a light tapping at the window nearby, not far behind Grizelda’s chair. Bianca looked over, but she didn’t seem very confused. Timoteo, meanwhile, opened his eyes and raised his head from her chest, curiosity stamped clear on his face. A crow sat perched on the windowsill, peering in at them through the window. It tapped at the window with it’s beak a few more times before letting out a loud caw. “Does it want to tell you something?” Timoteo asked, looking up to her face. “I think so...” She quietly said, beginning to stand up from his lap.
Timoteo remained seated as she walked over to the window, unlocking the latch on it before pulling it open. The crow held it’s wings out a little as it hopped on to her hand, as if to steady itself, or to start flying in case it messed up the jump to her hand. It relaxed once it was stable on the back of her hand, Bianca raising her hand to her shoulder, letting the crow step over to another perch. It came close to her ear, Bianca staring off at nothing in particular as she listened. Timoteo thought he heard something, his eyes narrowing a little. He thought he heard numerous voices, all whispering so quickly and quietly that they were mixing up into an unintelligible jumble, impossible to discern words. When Bianca had sent the crow to him before the battle with Benedict’s bandits, the voice from the crow had been clear, it had only been Bianca’s. Darrah had never heard a thing, leading Timoteo to believe he only heard the crow saying something right then because of his connection with the Will; if the crow was actually giving him the message instead of Bianca, he assumed the voices would clear out and he’d be able to make sense of what the bird had wanted to say.
Bianca listened for several seconds before she whispered to the black bird, saying “Try and lead them away. Put balverines on their trail.” The crow cawed, and Bianca walked back over to the window. The bird took flight, flapping it’s wings and hopping from her shoulder, soaring back out through the window. “What was that about?” Timoteo asked, watching Bianca close and lock the window before turning and walking back over to him. She sat back down in his lap, turning to the side again, slipping an arm behind his neck. “Some men with firearms are walking through Darkwood, apparently. They don’t seem to want to get from one side to the other...They’re looking for something.” “League members?” Timoteo curiously said, resting a hand over her thigh again. Bianca shook her head gently. “No...The descriptions don’t match. The men walking through Darkwood right now aren’t wearing the type of dress League members usually wear, from what I’ve seen...They’re wearing similar jackets, but they’re wearing big, flat, black hats, too. There’s around five of them. They’ve all got packs of supplies.”
“They mean business, then. They’re hunting. Maybe they heard about the “witch of Darkwood” and are trying to find this place?” Timoteo said, raising an eyebrow. “It’s possible...” Bianca softly replied, her eyes going down to his chest. Timoteo was quiet for a moment or two, his eyes slowly growing angry. “I’d love to find them and take care of them. Show them they have no business in Darkwood.” Bianca met his eyes again, her expression faintly surprised. Timoteo looked into her eyes for a second before looking down to her thighs. “...But I know that’d be foolish. Not because they have firearms, I’m not particularly worried about that. What I’m worried about is that the rumours about the witch of Darkwood are just that, rumours. Those men can’t know for sure that you or Grizelda live here, but if word gets back to the League somehow that those guys were killed with magic, it could bring dozens more guys down on Darkwood. If they’re just killed by the wildlife here, it’ll be less suspicious.”
“Mhm.” Bianca mumbled in agreement. A bubbling sound began to rise from the cauldron in the fireplace, Bianca glancing over, saying “Oh, I need to stir it, give me a minute...” She stood up from his lap again, walking over to the fireplace, grabbing a big wooden spoon from over the mantel place. She started humming lightly to herself, humming a song he didn’t recognize. Still, he smiled gently at the sound of her voice, watching her stir around her gravy-like broth. After stirring for a bit, she turned from the cauldron, letting her spoon stick out of it. She walked over behind Grizelda’s chair, grabbing a few small burlap sacks. As she walked over to the cauldron with them, he asked “Is there anything I can do to help?” Bianca smiled, glancing at him for a moment. “Thank you, but these bags aren’t too heavy. I’ll be emptying them all into the pot, anyway.” Timoteo reluctantly remained seated, watching as Bianca opened up and tipped over one bag after the other into the cauldron, pouring in small potatoes, carrots, peas, and corn pieces.
She stirred the pot for another two minutes afterwards, leaving the emptied sacks in a small pile by the fireplace’s side. Once she was sure her stew was ready to sit and simmer, she pulled the spoon out, tapping it on the edge of the cauldron to let any droplets of broth land back inside. She rested the spoon back over the mantel before walking back over to him, sitting down in his lap again, letting her legs comfortably hang over one side of the chair. “Are you sure you won’t want any?...” Bianca asked, stroking her hands along his shoulders. He smiled lightly. “Not now, no, but maybe later. Right now, I’m thinking about what we might do after you eat.” Bianca smiled a little, slowly slipping both arms around his neck, holding him a little. Her eyes closing a little, she murmured out “I’m intrigued...What did you want to do?...” “It’s a surprise.” He said, beginning to grin a little. She seemed pleasantly curious by this, her smile growing strong. “Is that so? I’m excited, then...” She cooed, starting to press a few delicate kisses to his cheek, some of her hair brushing along the side of his face. He smiled pleasantly, rubbing along her thigh. In truth, his mind was on the gift he had for her, still sitting in his pocket...
“Oh, let’s check out that stall, look! It’s selling honeyed treats!” The young woman gushed, grabbing Gibbons by the hand, eagerly pulling on him. He smiled but chuckled wearily, saying “Ohh, we’ve been running all over town all afternoon, Penny. Let’s call it a day, we can watch the sunset down by the docks.” “I know what that means. You just want an excuse to get me alone somewhere.” Penny said, smirking at him from over her shoulder. “I have no idea what you mean.” Gibbons responded, starting to grin. Penny stopped walking, turning and facing him, still holding his hand. Raising her eyebrows, she said “Really? Then what do you call what happened the last two times we went down to the docks?” Gibbons grinned widely, slowly saying “I don’t recall, what happened, exactly?” She sighed, smiling as she started pulling him along again, heading for the stall nearby. Gibbons chuckled, matter-of-factly saying “I can’t help it if a sunset over the sea makes me all romantic.”
The streets of Oakvale were a bit busy at that time of day, people heading out to try and enjoy themselves, most people heading to or from the tavern not far up the village street. Penny was wearing a simple yet somewhat expensive white dress, long and elegant, a wide red stripe going around her abdomen. Gibbons knew that she could barely afford the dress; like most of the people of Oakvale, Penny wasn’t particularly well-off, scrounging by on the work she did on the family farm. Buying the pretty dress had likely cost her most of the money she had saved up over a period of several weeks, if not months. It had flattered Gibbons to see her get such a dress just to wear on her dates with him, but at the same time, he worried over what her reaction would be if anything were to happen to the dress. Her locks were long and fair, hanging down over her shoulders. She was a bit tanned from long days of work on the farm, but the tan only made her appear exotic, sensual.
Her brown eyes were still innocent, but obviously eager to learn about the world and all life had to offer. She was only a year younger than him, being seventeen years old. When she had gotten him to the stall, she quickly asked the stall operator “How much for a honey treat?” The man working behind the stall said “Five gold per treat, miss.” Gibbons smiled and said “We’ll take two, thanks.” As the stall operator put two honey treats on the counter, Gibbons pulled out some gold coins from his pocket. The treats looked like small chunks of hardened honey, impaled on a thin stick. The pieces of honey had numerous small nuts inside, adding to the treat. As he and Penny grabbed their treats, she smiled at him, saying “Thank you, for this. I’ve had a really fun time, today.” Gibbons smiled, biting a piece of honey off of his stick, chewing down on it hard enough to crunch it up into sweet little fragments. They started to walk away from the stand, slowly walking down the street.
“Me too. Next time, though, let’s not run all over Oakvale looking for some guy who might be having a party, okay?” Penny smiled and held back a chuckle, taking a bite from her treat. “I think, next time, you should come over to my place. I think my parents want to meet you. We could have dinner together.” Gibbons smiled, but said “I’m not great at making first impressions on parents, Penny. I mean, I can try, but I think it’s a bad idea.” They stopped walking, standing there facing each other, people walking past them every few seconds.. She grinned and said “You’re gonna have to eventually, avoiding it will make a bad impression. You’ll do fine, trust me. I like you, I don’t see why they wouldn’t.” He grinned a little. “Maybe because I’m the guy trying to get you in bed, that’s why.” He reached over to her subtly, running his hand up her thigh, feeling her through her dress. She promptly slapped his hand away, but she was smiling widely, her eyes almost excited. “Stop it!” She hissed out, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed his touch.
He grinned more, taking another bite from his treat. She licked at her treat, quietly saying “Save it for the docks, you idiot!...” He chuckled, coming closer to her, catching her off-guard. He laid a hand on the side of her neck as he kissed her lips, feeling her slowly touch his stomach with her free hand. She kissed him back, Gibbons able to taste the honey from the treat on her lips. They kissed twice before she pulled away, lightly pushing on his stomach. She laughed softly as she said “Gibbons, save it for the dock! I’ll go down there with you, okay? We can “watch the sunset” all you want.” “You want it too, don’t lie. You have fun.” He said, warmly. Her cheeks went a little pink. She said nothing, something that made him grin again.
She suddenly looked past his shoulder, her blush dying, her expression going curious. “Anti-Hero League members, looks like they’re on the prowl.” She commented. Gibbons didn’t turn around to look. When the seven League members marched by, he barely looked at them through the corners of his eyes, subtly trying to keep his face out of view. When the last League member had gone by, he finally looked over. Penny watched them go by, saying “I wonder if they suspect some Hero to be on an incoming ship. Maybe it’s a sympathizer?” He didn’t say anything, losing interest in his honey treat entirely, tossing it off to the side.
Penny looked over to him, noticing his expression. When she saw how his expression had turned cool, she misinterpreted it entirely. “Oh, I know, I hate Heroes, too.” Gibbons glanced at her eyes. She continued. “Once, a Hero came to our farm. He killed off a bunch of hobbes that had started killing our livestock. My father even paid him for it, but the Hero must’ve wanted more, because some of our boxes of wheat disappeared from a barn that night, close to twenty of them. We were supposed to trade them for gold.” Her brow furrowed deep, and she angrily took a bite from her treat. She looked off at nothing in particular as she said “We were already having a bad season, but that nearly killed us. We were all up at night for days, worrying about whether or not we’d need to sell the farm...Or just abandon it. We barely scraped by. Hardest months of my life.” “Maybe it wasn’t the Hero, maybe it was some small-time bandit. Or, maybe it was a competing farm?” Gibbons suggested.
Penny seemed to think for a moment before she shrugged. “Maybe, but I still think it was the Hero. You can’t trust Heroes, you know. They always thought they were so much better than us, up there in that Guild of their’s.” Gibbons stared at Penny, his expression turning just a little serious. Penny looked at him again, noticing how he was looking at her. He quickly realized that he was starting to give up his act, blinking, looking off to the side. He let off a sigh, raised his eyebrows, and said “Yeah, I know what you mean. They think that because they have fancy libraries to learn from that they can take whatever they want from the rest of us. I just don’t like how hunting for them is tearing Albion up.” “Oh, me either. It’s not great for business. People are scared that Heroes are going to bash down their door in the middle of the night, looking for a place to hide from League members. The sooner League members finish the job, the better.”
Gibbons found himself gritting his teeth, subtly taking in a deep breath as he tried to relax. “Hey, do you know if the League has a sort of base somewhere? I’ve never heard of them talking about having a headquarters.” He abruptly asked, looking over to her eyes. Her expression turned a little blank with surprise before she said “Not that I know of. Well, actually, maybe.” He raised an eyebrow at her, but she asked “Why do you want to know, anyway?” “I’m curious. I’m thinking of joining, actually. You want the League to finish hunting Heroes? Well, I’ll do my best to speed up the process.” Penny smiled and chuckled lightly. “Well, I don’t know if it’s their base, exactly. But I’ve heard that the Witchwood Arena is being changed by the League. Do you know about the Arena?” He nodded, sticking his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, sure. It’s, uh, the place where Heroes sometimes went. Fought monsters and got money. Or glory, pfft.”
Penny nodded. “Yeah, well, I heard that the League has taken over it. They’re doing something with it, but I don’t really know what. Maybe that’s where they’ll take Heroes to be executed from now on, or maybe it’s where they’ll have all their meetings.” “I...See.” Gibbons slowly said. Penny’s expression turned a little curious. “Is something wrong, Gibbs?” He glanced at her eyes, blinking, shrugging. “Well, it’s just that, joining means I’ll have to get passage on a ship, and then wait for the ship to get to Knothole Glade, and it might all be for nothing, anyway. If the Arena isn’t their base, then I might not have the chance to join if I go there.” Penny seemed excited. “Oh, if you go, please take me with you! I’d love to see the Arena!” Gibbons smiled, chuckling a little, about to advise against the idea when she raised her eyebrows, stepping close to him, grabbing one of his hands. “I bet I could get my parents to say yes, and just think, if the Arena has Hero executions, we could go see them together!”
Gibbons’ expression slowly started to relax, unable to keep up his act at the sound of her eagerness to see Heroes like him die. She blinked, saying “There’s that look in your eyes again, Gibbs...What’s wrong?” He slowly slipped his hand out of her’s, taking a step back. Slowly, he said “Sorry, I, eh...I just remembered, I have to see a guy out in Barrow Fields, tonight. I have to get home and grab a few things.” He took a few more steps back, turning around as she said “But, what about the docks?” He felt a hand through his hair as he said “Maybe some other time.” He didn’t hear her say anything more, Gibbons quickly walking off down the street, leaving her behind...
Bianca had just finished her meal, taking her bowl off to be washed, taking their emptied glasses at the same time. He stuck one hand in his pocket, feeling the cool jet still waiting to be gifted. When she had returned, she was smiling a little, taking a seat in his lap once more. Turned to the side, facing him partially, she looked into his eyes warmly. “I’m done eating...You had a surprise?...” She cooed out, starting to smile a little more. She brought a hand to his chest, lightly rubbing along his shirt. Timoteo quietly said “Before that...I forgot to mention.” Bianca’s expression turned curious, glancing between his eyes. “Hm?” She mumbled, puzzled. He smiled a little, meeting her eyes. “Once the battle was over, Darrah’s dad, Alexander, wanted to reward me...He pushed me to fill my pack with gold and jewels.” “I had noticed your pack looked sort of stuffed...” She mumbled. He nodded faintly. “There was one thing that really caught my eye, though...I took it for you, I want you to have it.”
She blinked, looking over as he slipped his hand out of his pocket, revealing the chunk of jet. Bianca’s eyes went wide, her mouth hanging open a crack. He smiled happily at her reaction. “Ohh, Tim!” She murmured out, raising her eyebrows. “It’s beautiful!...” She cooed, Timoteo slipping it into her hands. She turned it over in her hands a few times, looking down at it with admiration in her eyes. “I’m glad you like it. I think it was the only piece of jet Alexander had.” He said, giving her lower back an affectionate rub. She looked into his eyes, and he realized she was tearing up. She smiled happily, slipping her arms around his neck, hugging him gently. “I love it...Thank you so much...” She softly said, by his ear. He kept smiling, feeling warm in his chest over having made her so happy. She quietly hugged him for close to a minute before she slowly started to pull back, slipping her arms away. She kept her hands on his shoulders, one hand still holding the piece of jet, as she brought her lips to the side of his neck.
He trembled when she pressed an electric kiss to his skin, Timoteo closing his eyes. She kissed him a few times before he felt something warm and moist run up his skin, a flutter rising up in his stomach. He felt her lick at him a few more times with the tip of her tongue, always licking a small patch of skin. A moment later, he felt her take a small bit of his skin between some of her teeth, a nip of pain running through him when she bit through. He winced for a second before he relaxed. She almost seemed to melt in his arms as she wrapped her lips around the cut, sucking gently, licking up the blood that flowed. “Vampire.” He gently teased, starting to grin a little. “Not a vamphfire...” She shyly mumbled against his skin, a second later running her tongue over his cut. He winced again, but said nothing, still smiling. He rubbed along her tummy as she licked along the cut, Bianca continuing to lick at him for close to three minutes before he seemed to stop bleeding.
She kissed at the cut twice before she slowly leaned back, looking over to his eyes. She smoothed her hands down his chest, her eyes eventually falling to the piece of jet, Bianca holding it down in her lap. “It’s the loveliest piece I’ve ever seen...I’ve never seen jet so big, so flawlessly cut. I’ll keep it with me always, Tim...” He smiled warmly, giving her tummy a soft circular rub. There was another tapping at the window, followed by a loud cawing on the other side. Bianca looked over, mumbling out “What? Don’t tell me they...?” She stood up from his lap again, walking over towards the window. Timoteo stood up as well, slowly following behind her. She opened the window, let the crow hop on her hand, and brought it to her shoulder. Timoteo stood not far behind her, letting the crow finish it’s message and fly off before acting. “The men coming through Darkwood killed the balverines my crows led to them, they’re still alive. They’re-”
Bianca gasped softly, glancing towards her right side. Timoteo had smoothed his hands over her plush cheeks, giving her big, curvy bum a squeeze. He smiled, bringing his chin near the back of her right shoulder, looking towards her eyes as he lightly said “You have no idea how tempting this is, every time I see it...” Bianca blushed deep red, smiling a little sheepishly. “Is it time for my surprise?...” She murmured, almost whispering. “I think so, if you still want it, by now.” He answered, She looked over towards him a little more, meeting his eyes. “Mhm.” She mumbled, smiling more. He slowly released her tush, saying “Let’s head to the bedroom, then...” She shut and locked the window before she turned around and faced him, reaching over and holding one of his hands. He started walking for her bedroom, leading her away to passion. “What is the surprise, I’m dying to know...” Bianca gently said, reaching a hand over, running it down along his back.
“It’s something we’ve never done before, but I’ve thought about it a few times. Maybe you have, too.” He said, grinning at her from over his shoulder. She smiled widely, feeling quite teased at how he repeated what she herself had said not long before. When he had led her into her bedroom, he quietly shut the door behind her...
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