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The Mask Comes Off
Part I - "Hiding In Plain Sight"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: July 17, 2015

It was already past midnight, well into the early hours of the morning by the time the Dokkalfar had stepped into the boring little settlement. Sitting just scant few miles northeast of Gorhart, it certainly wasn’t much to look at, having been just recently founded. However, word had already begun to spread about a certain fixture in the town, catching the woman’s flighty attention. She had heard interesting things, indeed, about the nightlife at the local tavern, the Salty Helmet, intriguing her enough to redirect her from her search. Life needed excitement, after all, and her journey had already gone a whole five hours since her last break. How could she be expected to remain sane if she didn’t allow herself some diversion, now and again?

Besides, she had found herself in the neighbourhood, anyway. Why not pop in and have a few flagons? Who knows, maybe this was fated to happen! She smiled a contented, self-satisfied smirk, drawing her cape tighter around herself as the breeze picked up, sending her long hair billowing out behind her. Yep, she felt pretty good about this. Oh, whatever, her search for wizards could wait another day...Having some fun could never wait. Time to let loose, right? She could see it now, she’d drink until she fell into the arms of some top-heavy barmaid, or even a man whose pants clearly fit poorly. They’d rent a room, and then...Oh hoh, fun times would be had by all!

She grinned to herself. Already, the tavern’s music was reaching her ears, coming up the main village road. This was just what she needed, after the monotony of the road. She had heard quite a few different things about the Salty Helmet, but nothing had aroused in her any sense of skepticism. She had taken it all at face-value: that exotic drinks, unable to be found anywhere else in Amalur, were served there, that wager-games for gold were openly and freely played, that beautiful courtesans blended in with the patrons, that the tavern featured live entertainment headlined by a particularly vivacious Alfar...And, to top it all off, that the settlement was so small, so recent, that it hadn’t yet formed a guard force. With no guards, there was no law to ruin the fun, no authority to crack down on the carefree conduct.

Being in the middle of wild territory, the Dokkalfar was a little surprised that the town hadn’t been demolished by some random bandit army, yet. With a chortle, she supposed that they, too, had gotten in on the tavern’s fun, and had given the settlement a free pass as a result. It didn’t take more than another minute for the tavern to come into full view, just up ahead. Grinning, she let go of her cape, holding her hips as she drank in the sight. It was a sizeable building built in the traditional Almain style, with fiery light positively pouring out of the numerous windows dotting the building’s face and sides. The music was so loud, she had to wonder just how many bards were in there, smashing away at their instruments.

She raised an eyebrow, slowly looking around. Nobody was getting any sleep, not with that kind of racket going on. More than a few buildings on either side of the tavern, as well as across the road from it, had candlelight glowing in their windows, the disgruntled faces of the settlers practically pressed against the glass. The Dokkalfar could only grin. She almost wanted to kick down some doors, march up to these people, and tell them to just live a little, to enjoy life. She could do it, it’d be all too easy, and, really, there was no good reason why she shouldn’t. It’s not like there were any guards around to hassle her, what was the worst that could possibly happen? Someone might whine about their door, or complain that she was “invading their home” and “disrespecting their property?” Pfft, big deal!

As she crossed the wide, grassy road and approached the Salty Helmet, a burly, red-faced man came bursting out through the front door, laughing and holding a metal tankard. Under his arm was a young Varani woman, her own arms around him as she giggled along with him, not anywhere near as flushed as he was. The Dokkalfar watched them stumble off together, grinning to herself. Someone’s going to have fun, tonight. Good on them both, life’s too short to keep from meeting new people. She’d probably have the same good fortune...Luck tended to be on her side, after all. Stepping up on to the tavern’s front porch, she pushed open the door, walked in, and entered a wildly different world.

The grin plastered across her face only grew wider. She could tell, this was the place to be. Like the exterior, the entire interior was made of wood, with the floor visibly stained here and there with spilled drinks. Like many taverns, the building was built so that the multiple floors were open, with an atrium allowing the second and third floors to overlook the main space of the first. There were so many tables and chairs around, all occupied by so many people, that it was almost stifling, affording new patrons such as herself very little space to walk around in. Over to the right, an enormous barkeep’s display could be seen, with almost the entire wall behind the counter covered over with bottles and casks of various sizes, shapes, and colours.

Over to the left, a small stage had been erected, a sort of platform having been created through numerous crates just barely covered over with a large blue rug. Seated there on stools were quite a few bards playing an, admittedly, less-than-divine cacophony that only loosely resembled a song, but in a way, the disorganized blare fit the atmosphere rather well. The scent of spirits, of sweat and sickly sweet incense, filled the air, while the din of yelling and laughing matched the grinning and snarling faces stretched out before her. The music being chaotic was just a few drops in the bucket of this free-for-all heaven she had found herself in.

She spotted a few laughing patrons on the third floor throw down some food in the direction of the stage, utterly missing and hitting a pair of shady-looking men at their table. Those men, of course, jumped to their feet, looked up into the atrium, and spotted the offending individuals in question. In seconds, they were marching for the nearby staircase, obviously heading up to exact some form of punishment for that most egregious of insults. On the far side of the first floor, the crowd seemed much calmer, eyes focused intently down on their respective tables. Perhaps, the Dokkalfar reasoned, that was where the wager-games were played betwixt seasoned gamblers and those sorry few who wished to try their luck. If she played, she’d probably clean everyone out, but that could wait until later on in the night.

The Dokkalfar started making her way over to the barman, smiling as she breathed deep of the rich scents filling the tavern. Looking around at everyone, she had to concede that, although she looked rather out of place compared to everyone else, she already felt right at home. Nobody in the crowd really looked like a local, none of them struck her as farmers and priests. They were far too rough around the edges to be peasants living a peasant life. Most of these men and women looked like soldiers, like Warsworn and Travellers, even like bandits and common cutthroats. The Dokkalfar had to grin at it all. It made sense, now. The neighbours had to put up with the tavern’s noise. It’s popularity, and the influx of coin that that brought into local coffers, could mean the difference between growing the settlement into a city, or being swallowed up by the wilds.

More visitors inevitably meant more permanent residents, and more residents meant more affluence. The Salty Helmet may have been an evil, but it was a necessary evil for the community’s survival...At least until the settlement was stable on it’s feet and could afford a legitimate guard force, anyway. The mayor and the social elite wouldn’t be able to count on her becoming a permanent resident, however. Where was the fun in being tied down to one place, all your life? She moved through the crowd with innate grace, feet always finding open spots in the floor as she moved. She was of average height for a Dokkalfar, standing around six feet tall, her skin pale like moonlight.

Like almost all Dokkalfar, her hair was naturally raven black, shoulder-length locks left loose around her head. The only exception to that was her bangs, which she had secured over towards her right ear with a petite wooden hairclip, highly visible thanks to the blue paint it had been decorated with. Like almost all Alfar, she possessed a few beauty marks over her cheekbones, each side of her face dotted with a small cluster of circular gray spots. Her eyes were emerald green in colour, made all the more visible by a thin, yet rather pronounced, application of eyeliner. Her full lips were aqua blue thanks to the ostentatious lipstick she favoured, nearly shimmering like mirrors under the thick candlelight.

The rich, navy blue cape she wore was fastened around her slender shoulders with a thin silver chain, running from one collar bone to the other. Underneath, she wore what amounted to an armoured bustier, custom-tailored for retaining comfort while providing some slight protection for the road. The bustier was entirely black in colour, while the segmented rows of metal lining her sides were a dark, speckled gray, fastened tight across her stomach and back like a second corset. A metal plate, contoured to comfortably accommodate her breast, covered the left side and center of her chest, protecting her heart from arrows and bandit knives.

The plate was secured around her torso with a trio of thick leather straps, the light brown material running under her left arm, over her left shoulder, and under her right arm, each securing like a belt around a metal ring at her back. Under the bustier, she wore a black fishnet shirt, covering over the cleavage left exposed by her corset. On her left arm, she wore a thick gauntlet made of the same speckled metal reinforcing her bustier, protecting her arm from the elbow down. Down below, she wore a rather revealing ensemble, beginning with a thin golden chain around her hips to act as a belt.

Attached to the front and back of the belt were what amounted to a rather lengthy loincloth, with reasonably wide, navy blue rolls of fabric hanging down to her knees to cover her shame. Of course, with every step she took, her thick, largely exposed thighs threatened to swallow the loincloth, but somehow, she managed to go peek-free. The outer sides of her thighs were shielded with plates similar to the ones protecting her hips, segmented and layered like rows of scales, made of metal speckled with white. The partial fauld connected to her chain belt, hanging down and protecting her from low swipes, ensuring some brigand didn’t surprise her from the side with a crippling blow.

On her feet, she wore a pair of fashionable open-toed boots, showing off her dainty toes and brightly painted nails. The black leather boots were reinforced over the shins and heels with dark gray iron, with the straps securing the footwear located over her calves in a rather fetching, if highly unorthodox, fashion statement. Her frame was fairly lithe, slim with slender curves, her bust and backside both just big enough to fill a couple hands with juicy joy. Without warning, someone grabbed her by the arm, forcing her to come to a sudden stop. She looked over at the big, tanned hand holding her wrist, a confused look filling her eyes despite the playful smile permanently affixed to her face. Humming to herself, she let her eyes run up the arm, intentionally taking her sweet time to acknowledge this particular individual.

It was a Varani, and quite a big one, at that. The rather thick, muscular man almost looked too big for his chair, while his brown paw of a hand nearly swallowed half of her forearm. The great bear of a man was dressed rather raggedy, quite a lot like a bandit, or maybe even a sailor. She couldn’t be sure either way, but given how far inland they were from the ocean, she was willing to bet on the former. The other three men sitting at the man’s table weren’t any better dressed, leading her to believe that the four of them might’ve been part of a posse. Grinning under his thick beard, the bear spoke in a rough, hoarse voice, remarking “Ehh, hey there, girlie. Ain’t never seen surch a beautiful lady dressed quite like you...You ain’t from ‘round these parts, are you?”

The giant, fearless smile that split the Dokkalfar’s face bordered on dopey. She gave a wide-eyed shake with her head, seemingly failing to notice the way the bear’s companions looked at each other and chortled. The bear let go of her arm, shifted out his thigh, and gave his lap a slow patting. “You lookin’ for a seat?” He asked. “Look no further, peach. Best seat in the house, right here. You won’t go lonely, that’s fer sure.” The Dokkalfar hummed as she considered the offer, playfully pouting her smile over towards the left side of her face. She looked up for a moment, let her eyes not-so-subtly drop down to his crotch, then finally looked back into the bear’s eyes. “I’m real sorry, sweetie, but I’ve kind of got other plans, for now...Besides, to be honest, I think you’re a little too much man, for me.”

The four of them chuckled. The bear reached out and patted her hip, not reacting in the slightest when his hand merely met the armoured plating protecting her sides. “No such thing, girlie. I think I’m exactly the right amount of man, for ye.” She gave a chuckle of her own, then said “Well...I can never say no to some fun, hon, but the night’s still young. I can last as long as the best of ‘em, so once you get me started, there’s no stopping. No reason to cut the night so short, aye? Just let me get some drinks in me, and when I’m ready to move the party, I’ll look around for you. Sound good?” The bear chuckled in the affirmative, watching her turn and leave.

For a moment more, the Dokkalfar considered the man’s proposition, but it didn’t take a whole lot more than four steps before her fickle attention span was diverted elsewhere, and she had all but completely forgotten about the giant man and his grabby hands. As she finally made it up to the barkeep’s corner, her eyes briefly wandered across the row of backs turned to her, seated on stools right up against the counter. Of the eight people seated before the barkeep, only one was a woman, sitting quietly on the far left side with her head hanging down low over her tankard. The rest of the figures were all men, both Almain and Varani, nearly yelling like deafened soldiers as they spoke to one other.

As the Dokkalfar walked up to a free space at the far right side of the counter, the men laughed raucously, clapped each other over the back, and threw back their tankards in unison, evidently engaged in a contest to see who could drain their drinks the quickest. The barkeep, a fellow Dokkalfar in a green tunic, immediately walked over to her, beaming a big, charming smile as he asked “Hello there, and welcome to the Tavern of the Rising Sun. The name’s Sanford, and I’ll be your host for tonight’s festivities. How may I assist you?” Even with the men beside her guffawing like buffoons, she had heard the barman perfectly well, and went untroubled. The woman smiled back and tittered absentmindedly, letting her eyes roam down the neckline of his tunic.

The cut of his shirt was so low, not only was his tight chest on display, but so were his chiselled abs. True to Dokkalfar tradition, he was a walking, breathing exemplar of their people, beautiful and unafraid to dress provocatively to better display it. She rested a hand on the counter top and leaned in a little, her smile growing into a little grin as she drummed her fingers a few quick times. Rather enthusiastically, she remarked “Wow, you’re a looker, huh?...I can’t even take my eyes off you, hon. Jeez, you could break a hammer, over those abs. What’s an Alfar like you doin’, workin’ in a place like this?”

His smile persisted, although his eyes fell half-closed. Her lack of social grace was all he needed to figure out that she wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, although the compliments were appreciated, nonetheless. Playfully, he said “I started off working up the coin to make my way back to Rathir, but now, I stick around to meet the ladies. What can I get you, sweetheart?” The Dokkalfar grinned and, with a rather bubbly giggle, chirped “My friends call me Miri, hon!” Raising her hand up to her lips, she raised her eyes to the wall behind the barman, appraising the great many spirits on display. “Hmm...Ya know, I’m not really sure...Anything will do, why don’t you surprise me?”

The barkeep gave a faint exhale through his nose. “Adventurous one, eh? Well, I guess I could-”

“You rotten son of a bitch!”

The sudden shout cut the barman off, prompting him to look to the side more out of curiosity than any sense of intimidation. Miriam did the same, dropping her finger from her lips as her expression opened up. Was it just her, or had that voice sounded familiar? With the general roaring din of the tavern, the woman’s shout went virtually unheard beyond the close proximity of the barman’s counter, but to the men standing beside her, she had been as clear as day. Miriam looked over to the other end of the counter just in time to see the Varani woman jump up to her feet so urgently that she knocked down her stool, sending it clattering behind herself.

In spite of the wrathful look on Kelly’s face, Miriam couldn’t help but grin. They just kept bumping into each other, didn’t they? Who would’ve thought she’d come check out the rumours, too? The three men closest to Kelly looked over at once, but the rest needed a few moments to realize that the outburst had been directed at them. Miriam puckered her lips as her eyes fell to Kelly’s corset, noticing the way her undershirt was soaked through, clinging to her skin as it slowly sagged down the swell of her bust. Her expansive cleavage, meanwhile, shimmered brightly in the candlelight, practically glowing thanks to the beverage staining her skin. The barman could immediately deduce what had happened, already hastening over to try and preemptively break up the fight.

The man next to Kelly, a burly Varani dressed in raggedy, patchwork scraps, none-too-gently put his tankard down on the counter, raising an eyebrow at her. The mild confusion in his eyes suggested, rather infuriatingly, that he either couldn’t see what had made her so upset, or that he could, but couldn’t see why it would make her so angry. The barman leaned over the counter, sticking an arm between them. To his credit, he kept his cool, casually saying “Now now, let’s all calm down, it was just an accident. These things happen all the t-” Kelly abruptly shoved the barman away with one hand, nearly throwing him into the liquor display behind him. “Stay out of it!” She yelled, glaring at him.

Kelly shot her hands out, grabbing the Varani by his collar. With a hard yank, she made his entire body lurch towards her until they were within kissing distance. Her face was already starting to darken from caramel to chocolate, so flustered was she. Her eyes narrowed to slits, her teeth clenched and bared, she hissed out “You spilled your fuckin’ drink, friend.” Before the man could react, Kelly had taken one hand off of his collar, cocked her arm back, and socked him in the eye hard enough for an audible, meaty clap to fill the air. His head snapped to the side for a moment, coming back into place as she fired her arm lower, hammering him straight in the stomach. His friends were so surprised that, for the first couple seconds, they simply stared, unsure of what to do or whether or not they should even get involved.

Miriam grinned and leaned against the counter, watching the spectacle unfold with childish glee. Kelly threw out another hard punch into the man’s jaw, cracking his head to the side a second time. Finally, he thought to fight back. One thick arm launched out, his hand gripping her throat in a vise-like grip. While he was still winding up a punch of his own, Kelly dropped her arm and pistoned an uppercut, smashing the man against his chin so hard that his head popped back. She let go of his collar in the same moment, freeing him up to stumble into his friends from the force of her punch. Brow furrowed, eyes still peeled, she charged forward, grabbed him by the collar once more, and pulled him to the side with all her might.

By then, the fight had started to attract the attention of people seated near the barman’s corner, turning in their chairs to watch the unscheduled entertainment. Out of the corner of her eye, Miriam examined their expressions, noticing with interest the way people reacted differently. Most were amused, either by the sheer prospect of a fight, or by the sight of a woman beating on a man. Miriam couldn’t help but ponder that, if the latter were the case, would these people still find it so amusing if they knew that Kelly wasn’t exactly a woman?...Eh, you never know. At the very least, taking Kelly for a woman appeared to be keeping the poor sap’s friends out of the fight, out of some unexpected sense of chivalry that everyone else seemed to lack.

The side of the man’s head rammed into the counter with a sickening whump. Kelly pulled him back up straight, barely grunting as the man punched her in the stomach, adding a hammer of a jab into her left breast at the same time. In retaliation, she gave him another punch to the eye, harder this time. His head was thrown back once more from the impact, but her hand on his collar kept him from going anywhere. The barkeep, keeping calm despite Kelly’s rampage, had the foresight to pull the tankards off the counter before Kelly’s next move came about. She pulled the man around and threw him against the counter, this time throwing his back against it.

She pushed him further back against the counter top, coming over him as she grabbed at his collar, once more. His left eye was already badly swollen, while a nasty split in his lip had sent blood running down his chin. Miriam couldn’t help but eye the way Kelly’s hold on the man pushed her breasts together, amplifying the look of her ale-soaked cleavage even more. On top of that, leaning over like she was was pulling her short skirt up over the curve of her rump, showing off a bit of her thick, over-padded seat cushions to the crowd behind her, along with the black underwear riding up between her cheeks. A few people cheered, and this time, Miriam didn’t have to wonder why.

Kelly, her eyes beginning to widen, was still baring her teeth. Every couple words was punctuated with another brutal punch to the man’s face.

“Don’t you ever!...Spill your fucking drink!...On me, again! You rude...Careless...Bastard!! Don’t you ever look around you?!”

Blood started running from the man’s mouth more freely as teeth were knocked free. Blood started running from his nostrils as she broke his nose. All the while, he kept trying to push her away, hoping to put some distance between himself and his attacker. Some people in the crowd began to fall silent, while others merely cheered louder. Kelly stopped striking him, grabbed him by the collar with both hands, and pulled him upright a little, leaning closer to him until their breath was hitting each other’s face. Narrowing her eyes, she hissed “What do you say, sea-rat?” The man’s friends glanced at each other. Kelly’s own brutality was beginning to overcome their sense of chivalry. He was their friend, after all, and woman or no, they couldn’t just stand idly by and watch him get pummelled over something as petty as a spilled drink.

He didn’t give her the apology she wanted. Instead, he spat a broken tooth at her face, then muttered “Ff...Fuck off, cunt.” Without warning, he shot his head forward and headbutted her over the nose, breaking her own, in return. The sudden pain over the center of her face uncontrollably flooded her eyes with tears, leaving her stunned long enough for him to land his hands against her shoulders and shove her away from himself. As soon as Kelly was forced back, the man’s friends stepped in, which was Miriam’s own cue to get involved. None of the men realized it, considering the general silence she had thus far maintained, but she was in exactly the same situation as they were, only on the other side of the fence. She wasn’t about to just sit idly by and watch her friend get swarmed, regardless of whether or not she was in the wrong.

Kelly raised her hand to her nose, judging the extent of the damage. At the same time, she stared defiantly at the man’s friends, daring them to try and surround her. Instead of throwing a punch, one of them commented “Alright, enough is enough, lady. Back off. I’d say you’ve gotten more than your fair due. It was an accident, nothing worth losing your head over.” Another in the group raised his eyebrows, took a confrontational step closer, and added “But if you feel so strongly about a wet shirt, let’s step outside. We kind of like this place, and we’d hate to see it get all messed up, over you.” The man Kelly had been beating on stood up, one undamaged eye wide and wild with rage, further fuelled by his bruised ego. With an unnerving calm, he snapped “Are you guys kidding me? I’m gonna pull out her tongue and show it to her-!”

A slender greatsword was abruptly thrust out in front of the man, barring his way. “I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.” Miriam chirped, an innocent smile on her face, her eyes wide open with excitement. A few people watching the spectacle gasped, while the people still cheering finally fell silent. The men that had begun to descend upon Kelly stopped, either looking over at their friend or over their shoulders at the Dokkalfar. The injured Varani man, meanwhile, was visibly subdued by the sight of the weapon, breathing hard with anger as he looked down at the sword laid across his chest. The sword wasn’t quite as long as a claymore, but it was bigger than a longsword and about as wide. The blade was made of a deep blue steel, with white shining across the length of it thanks to the mirror-like finish it had been given.

The cross guard and pommel were made of some ebony metal, while the handle secured in Miriam’s fists was wrapped over with white leather, giving it a firm, dry grip against her skin. Perspiration began to bead on the man’s face. He looked over at Miriam as she murmured “What’s life without a little risk, eh? Whatcha gonna do, now?” Everyone was quiet, for a few seconds. Eventually, the wounded man found his voice, demanding “Where the hell were you keeping that thing?” Miriam gave a quiet chortle. The barkeep slowly rapped his knuckles against the counter, saying “Hey, look...At least take this outside, huh? Don’t get blood all over the floor, especially not with the big crowd, tonight...It’d hurt the tavern’s reputation! Besides, it’d be a nightmare to clean up.”

One of the men slowly started inching to the side, subtly beginning to circle Miriam. Miriam may not have been the brightest torch around, but she was far from blind. Her eyes shifted to the side, making the man freeze in place. Playfully, she cooed “Don’t worry about a thing, hon. Kelly and I were just leaving. I think she’s had enough excitement for one night, right?” “...Sure.” Kelly muttered, eyeing the man across from her. He glared back at her through his one open eye, watching her slowly, carefully step to the side. Kelly was careful not to turn her back to anyone, keeping her eyes on them all until she had sidestepped around them, then walking backwards until she was by Miriam’s side.

The two of them started backing up until they had passed between a few tables. The men stood there and stared at them the entire time, the injured one full-on glaring at Kelly with murder in his eyes. Trouble with slumming it in a town with no guards, Kelly mused. Had the village possessed some semblance of law, this little scuffle never would’ve gotten as far as it had, and the two of them wouldn’t be forced to beat a cautious retreat. Once they were far enough away, they turned around and made for the exit. Miriam slipped her sword back under her cape, replacing it in the discreet clasps attached to the rear of her armour, leaving it nearly invisible under the long, flowing garment.

Once the two had stepped outside into the cool, fresh night air, Kelly sighed. Looking over at Miriam, the anger completely faded from her face. “...Fancy meeting you, here. Last time I saw you, was...” Miriam gave a nod, smiling like a little girl. “About a month ago, yeah. Over by that crummy lake town, what was it called?...Didenhil?” Kelly gave a nod, taking a sharp, short inhale through her mouth. Briefly looking down at the ground, she raised a hand to her nose, giving it a delicate touch with the ends of a couple fingers. Exhaling her words, she said “Yeah, that’s right. We just keep running into each other, huh?” Miriam shrugged with her eyebrows, then cheerfully said “Looks like it. Not that I mind, you have a knack for giving me fun stuff to do. How’s the nose?”

Kelly sighed and dropped her hand, eyes still on the ground as she spoke. “Broken. You got a potion on you? I gotta get this fixed up before it starts to set funny.” Miriam shook her head. “Nope, sorry, hon...But, I can buy you one. My treat. Pretty sure I passed an apothecary, on my way into town. Think it’s still open. If not, well, that ain’t gonna stop me.” Kelly smiled, raising her eyes until she was looking sidelong at the Dokkalfar. “Hon? That’s my thing...I think I’ve been a bad influence, on you. But, thanks, sweetheart.” Miriam grinned, absentmindedly twisting her shoulders left and right, like a young girl. Miriam nodded off to the side, commenting “C’mon, I think it was this way. I wasn’t really paying attention, and you know what my memory’s like.”

Kelly faintly chortled. The two started walking down the street, keeping a fair pace, given the relative urgency of their errand. Kelly was quiet for several steps before she finally got out what was on her mind. Sounding a bit subdued, she slowly said “Listen, uh...Thanks for bailing my ass out, back there. I could’ve taken them...But, there were a lot of them. It would’ve been tough.” Miriam grinned. “Don’t worry about it, hon. I can’t sit by and watch a friend get ganged up, on. It was fun.” “Yeah, well, you stopped me from doing something I might’ve regretted. I’m...Kind of drunk. Drinking gets my temper flaring, and I’ve been drinking most of the night. Doesn’t help that I was already kind of upset, before I even started.”

“Upset? Over what?” Miriam asked, raising an eyebrow at Kelly. The Varani developed a half-smile, shrugged with her eyebrows, and ruefully said “Well...I met a girl I really like, over in Gorhart...Girl a lot like me, like us.” “Hoh hoh!” Miriam chortled, grinning devilishly at the juicy news. Kelly’s face started to take on a bittersweet twist, then. In a noticeably blue mumble, she added “Yeah, well...We got a little hot n’ heavy, and she liked the idea of being “friends,” but...Well, we were interrupted in the act, so we didn’t get to do as much as we would’ve wanted...Kind of pent-up, now.” Miriam raised her eyebrows high, smiling mischievously to herself. Out of the corner of her mouth, she mumbled “Huh. Must be frustrating.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe. I don’t even know if she lives in Gorhart, or if she was just passing through. She said she wanted to meet up, again, but I wasn’t thinking straight enough to actually set up a time. I slipped her my panties and some other stuff to remember me by, at least...But, if I don’t get to ever see her, again...” Miriam grinned, gently nudging Kelly with an elbow, winking as she said “Hey, no worries, I’m sure you left a lasting impression on her. She’ll be back for more, before you know it.” Kelly chuckled softly, smiling as she glanced sidelong at her friend.

A couple seconds later, her smile started withering. Tilting her head forward, she looked down at her soaked, alcohol-smelling shirt, gently pinching at it with her fingernails to pluck the wet fabric from her skin. Her brow began to furrow. Her jaw noticeably tightening, she muttered “...That clumsy prick. He was swinging his tankard all over the place, as if I wasn’t even there. Messy, rude bastard. Look at me, I look like some lush twat who can’t hold her liquor, like some little girl who snuck into her dad’s booze cabinet.” Kelly’s tone abruptly turned considerably more angry as she added “I should’ve kicked his fuckin’ mouth in. He would’ve looked real funny, sucking me off with no teeth.”

Miriam raised an eyebrow, her smile fading rather quickly at her friend’s menacing tone. With some disbelief, she remarked “Damn, Kelly. I’ve never seen you this angry, before. I know you’re upset, but that guy’s friend was right...It was just a spilled drink, you know? Nothing to burn the town down, over.” Kelly sighed, raised a hand to her forehead, and closed her eyes. The anger drained from her voice as she said “I know...He just caught me at a bad time, is all. I wouldn’t normally get this upset. Just...So frustrated, right now. Got a lot on my mind.” “Got this girl on your mind, you mean. It was nice to see you haven’t gotten rusty, though. You really laid into that guy, it was pretty amazing. He’s gonna feel all that, in the morning.”

Kelly barely turned her head, the corners of her mouth curving upwards in a ghost of a smile. Opening her eyes a crack, she remarked “You sure you weren’t just watching my tits swing around?” Miriam, looking straight ahead, smiled and admitted “Well, maybe. I wasn’t the only one, I can tell you that. Not my fault you don’t like wearing bras.” Kelly breathed out a chuckle. Miriam glanced at her, then raised an arm and pointed down the main road. “There’s the potion shop, babe. C’mon, let’s get you fixed up. After that, I’ll take care of your other little problem, get you thinking straight, again.” Kelly looked at Miriam with surprise. The Dokkalfar stepped closer to her, reached over, and gave Kelly’s plump crotch a nice, firm patting.

A wicked grin grew across Miriam’s face, her eyes falling half-closed. Teasingly, she said “You’re no fun, all agitated. You’re too tense, you’re begging for a fight. Lemme drain all that anger out of you, sweetheart. It’ll do us both a favour.” Kelly slowly started to grin as she gave the Alfar some bedroom eyes, of her own. “Well...Why didn’t you say so, right off the bat? If you can clear your schedule for an hour or two, I’d really appreciate it, hon. I’ll keep you busy with stuff to do.” Miriam gave an openly lewd chuckle, her eyes momentarily dropping to Kelly’s bust. “Yeah, I bet you will. I came to this town for fun, and your little stunt ruined it, for me. ‘S only fair that you make it up to me, somehow.”

Kelly raised an eyebrow, grinning a little as she asked “Oh, yeah? Heh...Why’d you even come to Blackwood, anyway? I thought you liked the big cities. More adventure, more excitement to be had.” Miriam grinned. “Oh, yeah, I do. But, I kept hearing nice things about the Salty Helmet...I guess I’ll have to wait until tomorrow night to find out for sure, though. Kind of rocked the boat, thanks to you. For now, I’m stuck with babysitter duty.” Kelly snorted, reached over, and gave her friend a playful swat to the rear.

Just as they reached the alchemist’s front door, Miriam raised an eyebrow and said, in passing, “Oh, it almost slipped my mind. I’m, er, double the girl you used to know. I gotta see a man about a dog, and you’ll pretty easily figure out why, I bet.” Kelly’s face went blank. Before she could ask exactly what Miriam had meant by that, she was pushing in the alchemist’s front door, walking in with a big, cheerful smile. “C’mon, sweetheart, let’s get your face fixed up!” Miriam called, clumsily thrusting an arm behind herself before beckoning with a finger wag. Kelly glanced upwards, then followed her in. Oh, well...They’d have plenty of time for pillow talk, afterwards.

Leah came to with a quiet mumble. Everything was still, and her body felt so warm and fuzzy, inside...What in Mitharu’s name had happened? The last thing she remembered, Farrah had been vacuuming the cum straight out of her body, leaving her gasping for more. “...Leah? Have you woken, my love?” Leah mumbled in response, taking in a deep, sleepy breath before giving a heavy sigh. She opened her eyes a crack, spotting Farrah sitting on the footrest in front of her, her closed legs between Leah’s open own. Farrah had cleared away everything from their tryst, having put away their glasses and bottle of brandy. All that was left out, now, were Leah’s sack of supplies, the dress Farrah had gifted her, and Kelly’s clumped up panties, still a little damp with Leah’s saliva.

Farrah smiled warmly, reaching over and giving Leah’s thick thigh an affectionate patting. “Wonderful...I was afraid you had fallen asleep, my sweet. I’m afraid we’re a little pressed for time, it would seem as if we’ve arrived at our destination. We mustn’t take too long to emerge, otherwise my servants will grow curious.” Leah opened her eyes wider, sitting up as she realized that the carriage had stopped moving. No wonder she had felt so at ease. Although a sweet smile started off on the Ljosalfar’s face, she eventually looked crestfallen as she cooed “I took the liberty of tidying you up, while you were asleep. You misfired a fair amount across your body, in the heat of the moment...I wasn’t quick enough to catch it all, in my mouth. I want to apologize. I fear I may have been too direct, too aggressive...It was unbecoming. I’m...Ashamed. Please, forgive me, my love. I have a lust for life, like any other, but it doesn’t do to be so...Voracious.”

Leah looked down at herself, noticing that, true to Farrah’s words, the rich streamer of seed she had launched across herself had been mopped up and wiped away. Quietly, she murmured “Don’t worry about it, Farrah...I had a lot of fun, believe me.” She started to smile a little shyly, but managed to keep from blushing as she added “I think I like it when people take charge, with me...I never would’ve had the courage to try and start half the stuff we did, so...At least you did. I don’t regret it, one bit. You’re so beautiful, I would’ve been terrified to even compliment you, let alone...Try to touch you.”

Judging by the way Farrah’s golden eyes lit up, Leah’s words had been encouraging. The Ljosalfar brought a hand to the center of her chest, gently pressing it into her cleavage as she cooed “Well...Taking charge isn’t my natural inclination, either, but in my heart, I’m a pleaser. It had just been so long since I had been with anyone, I couldn’t hold myself back. I indulged in you like a trollop...I can only hope you enjoyed yourself as fully as I did.” “I don’t think you have to worry about that, I’m still kind of tingly, down there.” Leah mumbled, raising an eyebrow with a cheeky smile as she brushed a hand across her groin. Farrah smiled more, briefly hanging her head down.

A couple seconds later, she stood up a little, easing herself over until she was sitting beside Leah. The trap had to hold back a soft gasp when Farrah brought her head over, giving her a deep, passionate kiss, her warm breath washing out in waves against her cheek. Leah gave a soft coo as her crotch tensed up, the surprise kiss flooding her blood southward and rocketing her back into arousal, in the blink of an eye. Farrah eased her free hand down to Leah’s tummy, feeling the way the Almain breathed, shaky and needy. Ohh, so much pent-up energy and desire...Such a poor soul, such a kindred spirit. At least Leah had the free time to take care of herself, Farrah assumed.

Farrah eased her lips away from Leah, but kept her face next to the other woman’s. Smiling tenderly, she reached over, took Leah’s arm by the wrist, and brought her hand over to rest upon one of her massive breasts. Leah’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes locked downwards as she gazed at the woman’s deep blue cleavage, her position giving her a mouth-watering view down the front of her dress. In a whisper, Farrah breathed “And, have courage, my love...You may touch me whenever you desire. I’ll never say no, to you. I hope this isn’t the last time we see one another...I’d love to get to know you, better. You can help ease the burden of my own fresh milk, too...” Leah gulped, her face quickly sizzling red. That last statement could’ve been interpreted a couple different ways...

Farrah gently rubbed Leah’s hand down the swell of her bust until, with a shudder, Leah found a plump, cherry-sized nub, poking through the fabric. Farrah’s breathing started to escalate, matching Leah’s. “Until then, you must make me a promise, my love...” “Anything.” Leah readily blurted out, a little huskily. Farrah looked deep into Leah’s eyes. Letting go of her hand, she reached over and touched the side of her face, gently laying her thumb on Leah’s bottom lip. “Touch yourself, every day. I can feel the fire inside you, my love...Masturbate as hard as you can, as often as you can, until you are finally, completely satisfied. Do it until even droplets will not emerge. Only then can you find serenity. If you let your need build, you’ll only fill yourself with turmoil...I would know.”

Leah didn’t even hesitate. She started circling her thumb around Farrah’s rigid nipple, eagerly pressing her hand harder into the massive, malleable globe. “I promise, I swear!...I’ll f-fuck myself every day, with the toys Kelly gave me...I’ll train my ass, I’ll grow my boobs, I’ll do anything!” Farrah’s face started to flush dark blue. She didn’t know who Kelly was, but she had seen the extra accessories sitting in Leah’s supply sack. In a murmur, she answered “Wonderful...That’s all I ask of you, my love. Quell the fire inside...And afford me the opportunity to stoke it, once again. Don’t worry about when we’ll meet again...I’ll find you, when the time is right. I’ll clear my schedule as soon as I can, and seek you out. Now...We truly are out of time, at this point. You need to get dressed, sadly...”

Leah sighed, closed her eyes, and struggled to regain control of herself. No more wasting time. She needed to get home, and Farrah had her image to worry about. She, reluctantly, slipped her hand away from the Alfar’s gargantuan bust, but not before sneaking in one last playful stroke across the nipple, with her thumb. Farrah sat and watched as Leah, now far less sheepish about being nude in front of the Alfar, stood up from the couch and stepped off to the side, the disproportionately large cheeks of her backside sliding and shifting with every step she took, her thick seat cushions jiggling like jelly.

Just a few seconds of that sight was enough to get the dignified Ljosalfar hot under the collar, forcing her to look around and distract herself. Instead of pulling on her new, or old, dress, Leah went into her supply sack and pulled out a small bundle of clothes. Farrah swallowed some excess saliva as she watched Leah pull on her tiny pair of shorts, her eyes roaming up and down Leah’s smooth body from behind as the trap did her best to tuck away her unrepentant erection before doing up her belt. Then, Leah was pulling out her tube top, slipping it on with a faint exhale, briefly running her hands through her hair, shaking up her strawberry locks.

Farrah could feel her head getting hot as the pressure mounted. Biting her lip harder, she brought a hand to her crotch, delicately pressing down on her groin from over her dress. By Lyria, what she wouldn’t do to cum! How long would she have to go on until she could be alone with her thoughts, again? Leah looked over, noticing the positively lecherous look on Farrah’s face as she fondled her own crotch. Leah quickly smiled, but her face started flushing red out of embarrassment. She kept her voice down, surprising the entranced Alfar as she commented “Well, at least I know I don’t need anything to grow a better butt...”

Farrah looked up to Leah’s eyes, looking surprised. She threw her hand away from her crotch, cleared her throat, and stammered. Leah just grinned and gave a tiny wag with her hips, then grabbed her sack of supplies and walked back over. Grabbing Kelly’s panties, she threw them into the sack, then bundled up her old dress and threw it in, as well. The new dress from Farrah was, by contrast, carefully folded up and slipped inside, and then, finally, Leah was ready to leave. She opened the carriage door, gave the extending step-ladder a chance to unfold, and stepped out into the dawn’s light.

Farrah stepped out after her and, after a polite farewell and some token gestures for appearances’ sake, watched Leah head off the road for home. Then, she was climbing back inside, and the carriage was off, once again. Leah, protectively cradling her sack of supplies under one arm, looked around at her surroundings. She recognized where she was, luckily enough - she was just a couple miles south of the farm. She had a bit of a walk ahead of her, but as long as she didn’t mess around, she could be home in time for some late breakfast. Provided Eli hadn’t already come through, Annabelle would soon have some medicine, and hopefully, it’d do the trick. Just the memory of how Annabelle’s coughing had sounded was enough to suck the life out of Leah’s face...

Once Leah entered more immediately recognizable territory, she started jogging. Once the family farmland came into direct view, she started sprinting. Running down the dirt road, the forest to her left, the crop fields to her right, she rounded a sharp corner in the road, passing through an entrance in the lengthy wooden fence surrounding the Bruin family’s land. Ahead of her, sitting at the end of the long path into the heart of the tree-cleared fields, was the Bruin farmhouse, the two-story wooden home impressive in size and nothing else. It was a highly modest building, lacking even a coat of paint or grand windows, as was customary for Almain homes. Tiles were even missing from the roof, sadly enough.

Still, it didn’t need to be beautiful to be her home. This was where she had found sanctuary...This was where she had found safety. Her gratitude would never end, for that. Breathing ragged, trying her best not to wheeze, Leah pulled open the front door, calling out “Muh...Mom! Hurff, Dad, Eli! I’m back, I, hurff hurff, I have Annabelle’s medicine!” Leah brought her free hand over her mouth, covering herself with a fist as she descended into a coughing fit. Footsteps quickly vibrated throughout the home, with a young girl’s voice indistinctly calling out “Mummy, Leah’s back! Leah’s home!”

Leah, still choking up with uncontrollable coughs, started pulling open her sack of supplies, carefully digging around inside for that all-important bottle. For a brief moment, her veins ran as cold as ice. What if the beaker’s stopper had been jostled free? What if she had lost those written instructions that Nanne had provided? Just as her family began to emerge from the woodwork, however, her fishing hand found glass, still cool from the fluid within. Relief washed over her like a bucket of warm water once she found Nanne’s parchment, a short moment later. Of course, she told herself, everything was fine...If the beaker had been opened, she surely would’ve seen the medicine seeping through the sack, by now.

Eli came towards her from the hallway across from her, coming from the direction of the kitchen. He was dressed the same as he had been the last time she had seen him, and, to her confusion, he looked worried about something. Another of her brothers, Patrick, came from the wide living room to her right, along with a sister of her’s, Alicia. Patrick was around Leah’s age, while Alicia was a few years older, closer to Eli’s age. Patrick, by the luck of genetics, looked quite a lot like a younger version of Eli, even dressed in a similar set of work overalls for farmyard chores. Alicia, meanwhile, was dressed in a loose pair of pants along with a cotton blouse, her brown hair done up in a long ponytail at the back of her head. Thanks to a farmyard injury a few days back, Alicia walked with a crutch under her right arm, helping to keep the weight off of a twisted ankle.

Over to Leah’s left, from the nearby dining room, emerged another two brothers, Liam and Matthew. Matthew was still dressed in his typical leather ensemble, suggesting he had only recently come back from a hunting trip through the surrounding land. Liam, meanwhile, wore the same kind of work overalls that the other men in the family had on, only he wore his shoulder straps down, preferring instead to keep on a dark blue homespun shirt. Matthew seemed relieved to see Leah, either because he had grown particularly concerned for Annabelle, or was glad to see Leah unharmed after her extended absence. Liam, on the other hand, wore a rather bored look on his face, an eyebrow raised as he regarded Leah with half-closed eyes.

His noticeably cold response wasn’t much of a surprise, to Leah. She and Liam had never been the closest of siblings, but their relationship had grown increasingly strained once Leah’s femininity had become more obvious. Once she had started wearing makeup, he had become particularly distant, and he now went out of his way to avoid her at every opportunity. It had even gotten to the point where their parents, who themselves weren’t exactly approving of Leah’s girly behaviour, were getting annoyed with him, as his standoffish attitude had started to get in the way of cooperating during chores.

Every now and then, however, she’d do or say something that he simply couldn’t get over, for one reason or another, and his hostility would seep through into a snide remark or belittling argument, and she could give him a piece of her mind. If there was just one member of her family that Leah could force into accepting her for who she was, it’d be Liam. Out of everyone in the family, he was the only one who seemed to harbour truly negative feelings towards the concept that she’d be attracted to men. It were almost as if he took it personally, in some bizarre capacity. Eli was the most vocal, but he was more disapproving than cold or angry, and he still seemed to believe that her demeanor was an actual choice she had made, that it was something that could be changed if pressure were applied.

Her parents, especially her mother, thought her behaviour was unnatural, to be sure, but Leah knew they still cared about her. Nothing could change that they loved her like she had been their own. On the whole, they mostly seemed concerned with things that she could potentially embarrass the family by doing: wearing makeup around the farm, flirting with boys, dressing scantily, and the like. Liam, on the other hand, must’ve taken it to heart that she, herself, was unnatural, a viewpoint that probably wasn’t helped by the fact that Leah wasn’t actually related to him by blood. Coming down the upstairs staircase, just across from her, were Leah’s father, Daniel, and youngest sister, Cheryl.

Leah didn’t know much about her adoptive father’s personal life, before she had entered the picture. She did know, however, that Daniel had lived on farms all his life. It was the only kind of lifestyle he knew, and thus, the only kind of lifestyle he had any real respect for. He was a tall, stern-looking man, in his early fifties and having the wild gray hair to match. He naturally had a very buff, athletic build, and a lifetime of working on farms had only enhanced that until the man looked like he could wrestle a bear to the ground. As a child, Leah had been so impressed, and a little intimidated, by his physical presence - she still distinctly remembered thinking that he could crush rocks into dust, with just his fists. You could always tell where he was, in the house...His thunderous footsteps vibrating through the entire house’s frame would always give him away.

In many ways, he had been her hero, when she had been a young boy. For a time, she had even managed to believe that he could keep her safe from the Crudok’s promise, that she’d be protected so long as he was around. Then, she’d remember the fire and the yelling beyond the protective wall of her blanket, and, slowly, that hope fell asleep. Daniel’s dark eyes stared out over a long, thick beard, simultaneously leaving his mouth nearly invisible. He wore a cotton shirt loose enough to accommodate his broad shoulders and barrel chest, while he liked to keep his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, keeping them out of the way while he worked. He wore tough, denim pants, buckled up tight with a thick leather belt, his shoes a workman’s boots, sturdy enough to see him through a battlefield.

Cheryl, meanwhile, was the baby of the Bruins, conceived several years after Leah had joined the family. A sweet girl, she was really the only member of the family who readily accepted that Leah wanted to be seen as a girl, something she periodically earned lectures from the others, about. Wearing a small pink dress and black shoes fastened with a single strap each, she seemed overjoyed to see Leah again, grinning and waving as she rushed down the stairs. Daniel was the first to speak, his low voice a monotone rumble as he said “Where in blue blazes have you been? Your mother’s been worried sick, she thought you had been dragged off by wolves. You should’ve been home hours ago.”

Leah raised her eyebrows, catching her breath as she held up the beaker of medicine. “I know, I’m sorry, but the caravan disappeared from Gorhart before I could have a return trip.” Daniel’s brow furrowed. “I don’t know, they made it sound to me like they’d be in settled in the town for a couple hours, but...” He cocked an eyebrow, briefly glancing off to the side as he remarked “Damn swindlers. I better not ever see them go by the farm, I’ll have words for them, if they do. But, you got medicine, did you?” Leah nodded, raising her eyebrows and humming a quick “Mhm” as she held out the beaker. As Daniel took it off her hands, appraising it thoughtfully, Matthew said “By Mitharu, Leah. You had us all worried. I was all ready to go out lookin’, for you.”

Leah glanced at him, quickly looking over at Alicia as she chimed in, a mixture of concern and indignation in her eyes. “I’m sorry you got saddled with taking my work, Leah. If I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t have fooled around with those merchants, I would’ve made damn sure they gave me a ride home.” Eli, the worry on his face having faded, remarked “Mom and dad heard about more than a few scuffles on the roads, while we were gone. Really recent ones, too-” Daniel raised a hand, looking around at everyone as he commented “It’s getting too crowded, around here. We’ll talk about all that over breakfast. Everyone, go back to whatever it is you were doing before. Leah, let’s see Annabelle, you can say hello to your mother while we’re at it.”

Leah nodded obediently. As everyone dispersed, Leah followed Daniel upstairs. “Eli managed to get some medicine, too,” the man explained, glancing over at her. “We’ve already given some to Annabelle, and she says it’s helped her with her coughing, but she still doesn’t look good. I know she just needs time, now, but I don’t see why two medicines wouldn’t help twice as quickly. The trouble is in her chest, not her throat.” Leah nodded, murmuring “Well, here, the medicine came with instructions. The Gnome told me that it was really important for Annabelle to keep taking the medicine until it’s all finished, even if she looks like she’s gotten better.” Once Daniel reached the top of the stairs, he turned towards her, the thoughtful look on his face lingering as he slowly took the parchment from her fingers.

After looking the parchment over, all he said was a simple “Right. Okay, then.” Leah watched him fold up the parchment before nodding once, then silently turn and head off down the hallway. Leah followed after him, passing by multiple doors towards her right before they had reached Annabelle’s bedroom. Leah put on a little smile as she walked in, her eyes slowly shifting around. The furnishings were sparse, with Annabelle’s bed against the right side wall, not far from the bedroom door. There was a window in the far wall overlooking the forest behind the farmhouse, while a tall dresser and toy box were positioned against the left wall. A plain wooden chair sat in the corner, while it’s sister was currently accommodating Madeleine, Leah’s mother, faithfully seated at her daughter’s bed.

Although Madeleine was dressed in a rather plain, highly conservative, and somewhat frumpy blue dress, the woman, herself, was not unattractive. Her dark brown hair was secured in a spiralling bun over the back of her head, leaving her clear, soft face on display. Her brown eyes lit up when she saw Leah, her cherry red lips curving into a big, relieved smile. When Leah saw Annabelle, she couldn’t help being overcome with pity. Her younger sister, still just a child, had turned a sickly pallor, thanks to her illness. Her pallidness had progressed to the point that her veins stood out against her skin, like she were transparent.

Her eyes were a little glassy, but when she saw Leah, she perked up. The bed sheets were left at her waist to help keep her cool, exposing the white nightie she wore. Thanks to the illness attacking her lungs, her breathing was raspy, while the fever she had come down with had caused her brown hair to matt down around her face. Annabelle spoke up before her mother did, croaking out “Leah, thank Mitharu...When mother told me that you hadn’t gotten back, yet, I was...” Madeleine reached over, briefly holding Annabelle’s wrist to shush her. Standing up from her chair, she stepped over to Leah, held her by the shoulders, and kissed her on the forehead. Leaning back, she raised her hands, stroking them down the sides of her daughter’s head.

Somewhat quietly, Madeleine said “Thank Mitharu, child. Shame on you, you had us terrified! What took you so long to get home?” Leah lightly raised her eyebrows, looking into her mother’s eyes as she explained. “I’m sorry...The merchants left Gorhart without me. I would’ve taken even longer, if an Alfar hadn’t found me. Her name was Farrah, she gave me a ride in her carriage.” “They just left, without you? After you paid for a trip to and from?” Madeleine asked, narrowing an eye. Leah nodded, blinking as her mother dropped her hands back to her sides. The woman made a soft “Hmph” sound, her jaw momentarily tightening.

Daniel walked over to Annabelle’s bedside, already pulling the cork from Leah’s beaker as he said “Alright, Annabelle. Leah got you some more medicine. You’re supposed to take a mouthful twice a day, with an empty stomach, until the entire bottle’s finished.” “Right...O-Okay.” Annabelle mumbled. Madeleine turned, and she and Leah both watched silently as Daniel brought the beaker to her lips, carefully tipping it back until she had been given a big gulp. Then, he corked the beaker back up, looking over at his wife as he held the beaker out. Madeleine stepped over, taking it off his hands as their daughter got the medicine down. She made a bit of a face, then panted out “Gods, it tastes awful...”

“That just means Leah got quality stuff. Real medicine never tastes good.” Daniel answered, giving Annabelle a light pat on the head. Annabelle looked over at Leah, weakly saying “Thank you, Leah...I’m sorry you had to run all the way out to Gorhart, over me...” Leah put on a little half-smile, murmuring out “No, don’t worry about it...I just want you to get better, sis.” Annabelle gave a rough cough, closing her eyes as she covered her mouth. Madeleine glanced at Daniel and gestured for the bedroom door, murmuring “Come on, we should let Madeleine get back to sleep. She needs rest, otherwise she’ll never get better.” Daniel didn’t say anything, walking past Leah as he left the room.

Madeleine opened her eyes a crack, still coughing as she gave Leah a wave goodbye with her free hand. Leah smiled a little more, then stepped out with her mother. Madeleine quietly closed the bedroom door behind herself, then said “Come, breakfast should be just about ready, Leah. There’s a few things your father and I wanted to talk about, with you...Some news we heard while you and Eli were out, stuff that makes it doubly upsetting that those merchants just abandoned you in Gorhart.” Leah tried not to stumble over her words. Briefly holding up her sack of supplies, she said “Alright, I’ll be down in a minute...Just want to drop off my stuff in my bedroom.”

Madeleine nodded, said nothing further, and started walking off down the hallway. Leah breathed a soft sigh of relief. Thank the gods her mother hadn’t asked her why the sack was still bulging, a little. She wasn’t sure what all Kelly had given her, but those nipple piercings...She couldn’t wait to put them in and start her transformation, to begin growing out the other half of her figure. That’d have to wait until she had more free time, however. Breakfast and chores could come first. Then, when she could be all alone, she could keep her promise to both Kelly and Farrah...If she was going to lose her virginity, she’d need to start training. Once she was loose enough, that buxom Varani would make Leah all her’s. Just the thought had butterflies swarming around, in her stomach...

(Author's Note - Hey guys, here’s a new chapter for you:). Hope you all enjoyed it. I didn’t get to fit in about half of the stuff I wanted to, because the scene with Kelly and Miriam lasted so long...But, at least it didn’t take as long as the last chapter to come out, right:D? After the first few chapters were really nothing but sex, I want the next one or two to work a lot more on the plot, so, I hope you guys enjoy. The story hasn’t really gotten a lot of feedback, so I don’t really know if you guys are enjoying the story so far, or what you’d like to see^_^”. Comments are always appreciated, and I always take suggestions into consideration!

Hope you guys enjoy the next chapter, whenever it comes out:).)
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