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Fable : Fall of the Guild

Part IX - "Hook Coast"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: September 29, 2012

Timoteo felt them both kiss at the sides of his neck, Bianca rubbing a hand over his chest, Darrah massaging along his stomach. Timoteo felt completely powerless by that point, sitting on the couch in a waking dream. Darrah’s hand began to drift downwards over his stomach, Timoteo incapable of stopping her even if he wanted to. Darrah felt down Timoteo’s stomach until she got to his groin, but was rather disappointed to find that with Bianca’s knee snug between Timoteo’s thighs, she was kept from fondling him. Darrah merely patted her hand over Bianca’s knee, urging her to move her leg. Bianca had instinctively shifted her leg before she raised her head from the side of Timoteo’s neck, curiously looking down towards Timoteo’s groin. Darrah had already slipped her hand down over Timoteo’s bulge, groping him through his pants, a rather pleased smile on Darrah’s face. “Hey...” Bianca quietly protested, lowering a hand to Timoteo’s groin, as well.
Bianca’s touch was careful, affectionate, while Darrah’s was firm, eager. Darrah gave Timoteo a little squeeze through his pants, looking at Bianca with half-open eyes. “Bianca, we should tie him up...Strap him to the bed...We could use him, we could all have fun for hours on end...” “What?...No, that’d be mean...Th-That’s just cruel...” Darrah chuckled again, giving Timoteo a tighter squeeze, making him groan lightly. “No, it wouldn’t...I’m not saying we whip him, or anything...But tying him up would be exciting, don’t you think?...” “Not really...” Bianca mumbled, sounding a little uncomfortable. Bianca slipped her hand under Darrah’s, forcing her hand away from Timoteo’s stiffness. Darrah closed her eyes and made a bit of a face, grumbling out “Hey, I was holding that...” Bianca kept her hand over Timoteo’s groin, keeping Darrah from touching him entirely. Bianca’s breathing was deep as she stroked along him, feeling his heat through his pants.
Darrah sluggishly grabbed at Timoteo’s shirt, pulling upwards, surprising Bianca when she exposed Timoteo’s abdomen. Bianca took her hand from Timoteo’s chest, Darrah pulling his shirt up until she could hold it bunched-up under his chin. Bianca watched as Darrah leaned over, her eyes still closed as she brought the side of her face to the middle of his chest. “Ooh, I can feel his heart...” Darrah happily mumbled out. A second or two later, Darrah moved her head to one side of Timoteo’s chest. Timoteo felt her lick at his chest, only realizing after a moment that she was running her tongue over his nipple. He could barely murmur out “Wha...What’re...?” before Darrah had started suckling at him. Darrah rubbed a hand over Timoteo’s bare stomach, feeling at his muscles. Timoteo, even under the effects of the Blue Mushrooms, thought that the attention Darrah was giving him was odd, but he was in no condition to argue with her or stop her.
Bianca watched Darrah for a short while before she lightly said “Darrah, I don’t think nursing from him will get you a meal...” Darrah smiled and pulled her head back from Timoteo’s chest, sounding rather amused as she said “He’s not a cow, is he?” Bianca seemed perplexed as she quietly said “No, he isn’t...” Darrah narrowed her eyes and gave off a little snort, holding back a hoot of laughter. “Just picture it.” Darrah quickly urged. Bianca didn’t react for a moment. A trembling smile came on her face, Bianca fighting it desperately. Darrah began to let off choked sounds of suppressed laughter, Bianca bringing a hand to her face, covering her mouth. A few seconds later, the two completely burst into laughter, laughing hysterically at the mental image they had each conjured up. Timoteo simply sat there in confusion, listening to them laugh, not being sure why they thought the idea was so humourous. The Blue Mushrooms had the effect of making them laugh for a rather lengthy period of time, making them laugh until they were breathless and red in the face.
Eventually, they even forgot what had made them laugh so much in the first place, and continued to be amused simply by the sound of their own laughter. By the time they finally calmed down, they had already been in tears for a good minute. Timoteo weakly raised his head up, his vision a bit blurry, his eyes remaining unfocused despite his best attempts to sharpen them. They both looked at him with wide smiles, the two of them leaning over and pressing kisses to his cheeks. Timoteo’s head fell back to the couch, making Darrah laugh for a few seconds more. Her jaw was shaking from all of her laughing, tickling her, her eyes glistening at the corners. “Hey, you’re more like a cow than he is. You should feed him.” Darrah suggested, with a teasing voice. Bianca, her inhibitions sufficiently lowered by the Blue Mushrooms, didn’t feel shocked, nor did she shy away from the subject matter. She merely mumbled out “I don’t have milk, either...How could I feed him?”
Darrah quickly responded, hastily saying “Just try it!” She reached over to Timoteo’s face, and put a few fingers over his chin. She started to move his jaw up and down, trying her best to mimic his voice as she said “C’mon, Bianca! I want some milk! Feed me!” Timoteo surprised them both when he shot a hand up, smacked Darrah’s hand away, and sleepily mumbled out “I don’t sound like that...” Bianca sat up high on her knees, bringing her hands to Timoteo’s shoulders, looking down into his face. “Would you like to, Tim?...” She quietly asked, giving his shoulders a few light rubs. Timoteo barely raised his head, looking at Bianca through eyes opened just enough to be slits. She and Darrah both smiled. His eyes then fell to her chest, to her nipples, visibly poking out through her shirt’s soft fabric. His cheeks started to go red. Darrah grinned. She reached over to Bianca’s shirt, grabbed a handful of it over her tummy, and pulled it upwards.
Bianca gasped, looking down just in time to see her chest exposed, Darrah pulling her shirt up to her collar bones. Darrah’s face went blank before she said “Avo above...They look even bigger out in the open.” Timoteo’s eyes went a little wide when he saw Bianca’s bare chest, something Darrah noticed. Jealousy began to swim in Darrah’s eyes, Darrah trying her best not to look green with envy. Bianca, in her drugged state, found herself uncaring towards Darrah seeing her bosom, simply moving closer to Timoteo, bringing her left breast closer to his face. “Here you are...” She cooed, smiling lightly. Timoteo gazed at her light pink nipple for a few seconds before he closed his eyes, came closer, and gently engulfed the sensitive nubbin between his lips. Bianca slowly took in a deep breath, closing her eyes, her whole face turning red like a cherry. “Ohh...” She lightly mumbled, Timoteo giving her nipple a few light suckles. Darrah started to smile darkly, slowly and discreetly bringing a hand over to Timoteo’s groin, finding the fastening for his pants.
While Bianca was distracted, Darrah undid Timoteo’s pants, grabbing at his underwear. The opportunity presenting itself was too sweet for her to ignore. She slowly pulled his underwear down, her eyes running along him. Her expression turned dreamy, her eyes completely overtaken by lust. Timoteo knew that it had to have been Darrah touching him, letting out a little mumble against Bianca’s nipple. Bianca didn’t pay attention to Darrah right away, looking down and watching Timoteo. Darrah’s eyes were fogged over with wanting, her mouth hanging open a crack as she brought a hand to the side of his head. Timoteo felt Darrah explore his member with a surprisingly gentle touch, running the prints of her fingers over his tip, stroking them down his shaft. She moved him towards her until she could look at the front of his member, her eyes darting up and down along him until she was satisfied. He felt her run her hand down along him until she got to his orbs, Darrah fiddling with them for a few moments, putting them over her fingers and wiggling them around, making him move in her hand.
Darrah tried committing every detail to memory, though she was aware that the Blue Mushrooms would almost certainly keep all three of them from remembering anything that happened, that night. When she had had her fill of playing with him, she held him by the base again, pointing him up towards her. Looking at him almost made her drool. Seeing him uncovered, close to her face, made her instinctively want to slip him between her lips. Whether it was the Blue Mushrooms or not, she didn’t know, but she couldn’t fight it. Timoteo groaned when he felt Darrah lean over more, pressing a slow, tender kiss to his tip. He twitched around, groaning a little loudly against Bianca’s nipple. Bianca curiously looked over to see what Darrah was doing, a little gasp coming from her. Darrah had her mouth open, descending over Timoteo’s tool, about to engulf him in her hot, moist confines when Bianca grabbed Darrah’s shoulders.
Bianca pulled away from Timoteo, forcing her stiff nipple to pop from between his lips, his head sluggishly falling back to the couch. Bianca pulled Darrah back up until she was sitting, just a little urgently saying “Darrah, n-no! You can’t! Only I can taste it!” Darrah sulked like a child, crossing her arms over her chest. She looked away from Bianca, turning a little in her seat. Gloomily, she snapped out “You’re greedy, Bianca. I just wanted a little taste...” Timoteo let out a weak groan. Bianca’s tone calmed considerably at Darrah’s reaction, the Blue Mushrooms making her more empathetic than usual towards Darrah, Bianca becoming more sensitive than usual. Softly, she said “I’m sorry...It’s just...Timoteo is mine. And, I’m his...” Darrah continued to sulk. Bianca looked over at Timoteo, watching him sit in his lethargic, helpless state. She slowly looked back to Darrah, feeling hurt by how Darrah was ignoring her, pouting right in front of her.
Bianca reached over and held Darrah’s right wrist, bringing her hand over to Timoteo. Darrah looked over as Bianca placed Darrah’s hand over his nether bits, inviting her to touch him. “Is this enough for you?...” Bianca quietly asked, moving Darrah’s hand around, making her rub him. Darrah swallowed some excess saliva before she said “Well...It’s a start...” Bianca released Darrah’s wrist, and Darrah wrapped her hand around his shaft, giving him a light squeeze. He groaned a little. “Skorm’s teeth, it’s like...He’s made out of fire. I can feel his heart...” Darrah mumbled, with curiosity. She looked at Bianca and smiled faintly, mumbling out “I envy you.” Bianca blushed a little, looking at Timoteo with a gentle smile on her face. Darrah lightly stroked Timoteo a few times as she said “So...If I can’t taste him...Why don’t you show me how you do it?” Bianca looked over at Darrah, her eyes turning big like the moon. “Um, wh-what?” She breathed out.
Darrah smiled at Bianca’s reaction, a predatory look crossing her, again. “You heard me...Let me see you make him happy.” “Well...” Bianca slowly mumbled, her eyes a little shy. Darrah held Timoteo’s member around the base, giving a few shakes, making Bianca’s eyes fall to him. Bianca gazed at him for a few seconds before losing herself like Darrah had, the young woman reaching over, holding him by his thighs. She started to lean over, closing her eyes, opening her mouth, sticking out her tongue a little. Darrah lost her smile, her eyes fogging with lust again as she released Timoteo’s member. She watched Bianca eagerly take him inside her mouth, spending a few moments to lick around at him and get him slick. Timoteo moaned faintly, slowly bringing a hand over Bianca, resting it on the back of her neck, feeling at her soft hair. Darrah could imagine herself in Bianca’s place, tasting him, pleasing him.
Heat bloomed between her thighs, Darrah rubbing her legs together a few times in response. Bianca slowly bobbed her head a few times, letting off a little moan, keeping her lips tight around him as she went. Darrah unknowingly drifted a hand over towards her groin, pressing down against herself through her dress. She got up on her knees and came closer to Timoteo, slipping one hand between his head and the backrest of the couch, lifting his head a little. She took in a gentle breath through her nose as she leaned over, passionately pressing her lips to his. Timoteo couldn’t help but kiss her back, some of Darrah’s dirty blonde hair resting against the side of his face, blessing him with the soft touch of her strands.
Bianca was too engrossed with her task to notice what Darrah was doing, nursing from Timoteo’s nether regions like a babe, loving the simple reality of having him in her mouth. Under the effects of the Blue Mushrooms, receiving oral affection was absolutely euphoric for Timoteo. Tears welled at the corners of his eyes as the delightful sensation turned three times as powerful, his nerves so much more receptive to stimuli that he was almost drowned in a sensory overload. Bianca’s tongue was like a curtain of liquid flames, her mouth akin to a burning sheath, slurping hungrily at him. Bianca cupped his undercarriage in one hand, holding him carefully, rolling his orbs around over her fingers. Darrah kept rubbing a hand against her dress, rubbing over her nether region, kissing Timoteo with such intensity that he could barely keep up. She forced her tongue into his mouth after close to a dozen kisses, a trembling moan coming from her from sheer delight, overjoyed to be kissing him so sensually.
Being touched by a tongue in two different places pushed Timoteo into cloud nine, his eyelids fluttering a little as he massaged his tongue back against Darrah’s. Darrah struggled for a moment to pull her dress up, trying to pull it up while still kissing him, moving around a little on the couch so she could bring it up her legs. When she had gotten it up to her thighs, she grabbed his free hand, slipped it up her dress, and pressed it against her moist panties. She held his hand in place as he started rubbing at the fabric, feeling her plump lips move around under his fingers. A tremble ran up Darrah’s spine, and a light, lilting moan vibrated in her throat. She let out a few rapid breaths against his cheek as she shifted his hand, raising it up, pushing his fingers down into her soft undergarments. Darrah dug into his mouth with her tongue like she were looking for the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, her breathing becoming a little shallow, Timoteo rubbing at her bare lips hard and slow.
She had a soft pelt of pubic hair over her mons, smooth and warm against his palm. Bianca started bobbing her head a little faster, then let him slip from her mouth, bringing her head down a bit more. She ran her tongue across his orbs a few times before giving them each a kiss, then took his member back in her silky oral confines. Timoteo’s mind began to turn blank as an impossibly powerful surge of white light began to rush out from his loins. He unknowingly tried slipping a finger into Darrah’s love canal, and though she was heavily leaking fluids, he found he could only fit in a single digit. Darrah’s eyes snapped open, she pulled her tongue out of his mouth, and tried to stifle a loud moan. Timoteo felt her tight cavity tremble and grip at his digit, her spasming depths clamping down tight on him. He couldn’t help but notice, with no small amount of curiosity as well as arousal, that Darrah’s inner texture was distinctly different from Bianca’s.
Darrah let go of his wrist and hastily placed her hand over his bare chest, her nails painfully digging into his skin as her jaw went tight. Timoteo saw her eyes begin to roll up, copious amounts of fluid oozing out from her insides, running at his finger. A flutter ran through his stomach as he realized that, almost effortlessly, he had given her an orgasm. Darrah closed her eyes, her hand not relaxing over his chest, her feisty grab at him almost making her nails pierce his skin. Timoteo slipped his hand out of Darrah’s panties, prompting her to heavily sit down on her right knee beside him, the panting Hero letting the side of her head come to his chest. Her hand finally relaxed as the throbs of her orgasm slowed down, Darrah’s eyes moving to Bianca’s bobbing head, one of Timoteo’s hands still over the back of Bianca’s neck. Darrah massaged her hand down to Timoteo’s stomach, feeling how he moved a little faster in time with his quickening breathing. “You’re breathing faster...You’re close, aren’t you? You’re gonna...!” Darrah lightly said, looking up to his face.
Timoteo let out a light groan. Bianca kept feasting on Timoteo, raising up a few wet sounds as she ran her lips along him. Coaxing out his seed was a delight she rejoiced in for another minute, culminating in the granting of her wish. Timoteo lightly convulsed as stars exploded over his closed eyes, Bianca moaning happily as he let loose against her tongue. Darrah watched unblinkingly as Bianca slowly moved her head up and down, trying to suck out as much of his cream as she could. Timoteo twitched whenever she would run her tongue around his tip, sensitive in the wondrous afterglow. When Bianca was satisfied, she sat up. Darrah watched Bianca close her eyes, swallow down her mouthful, and smile dreamily as she opened her eyes again. Darrah’s eyes became envious again, moving down to Timoteo’s member, still as hard as rock and glistening with Bianca’s saliva. “Wow...You, uh...You did a good job.” Darrah eventually said, with surprising friendliness, despite the look in her eyes.
Bianca smiled with embarrassment at the compliment, looking at Timoteo, affectionately rubbing a hand over his chest. The look in Darrah’s eyes relaxed after a moment or two, and she glanced at Bianca, then looked at Timoteo. He was smiling pleasantly, sitting in silence, Darrah not knowing if he had fallen asleep or not. “How often do you two do it? You know...Sleep together.” Bianca didn’t find herself refusing to answer, she didn’t even feel surprised by the question. “During our months alone, we laid together at least once a day...” Bianca smiled more, her eyes closing partially. She started rubbing her hand in circular motions over his chest. Darrah blinked. “Once every day, at least?” She asked, partially amused and shocked. “...It was a very relaxing three months.” Bianca merely said, lightly raising her eyebrows for a moment. “And it never got old, or boring?” Darrah asked, looking at Bianca with overwhelming curiosity.
Bianca shook her head a little. “Of course not. It’s always as exciting and satisfying as the first time. He can be so passionate...” Darrah smiled with amusement and mumbled out “He doesn’t look so passionate, right now...” “That’s ‘cause of your...Damn mushrooms...” They both heard Timoteo sleepily murmur out, surprising them. Darrah grinned a little, stretching languorously as she groaned out “Mm, I thought you...Had fallen asleep.” “I can barely move...” He quietly said. “There’s something I wanna do before I fall asleep, though...If I even can...” He added, in a bit of a mutter. He weakly tried sitting up, moving slowly, the two young women with him starting to sit up fully, as well. “Careful...Walking could be a, uh...A challenge...” Darrah slowly said, reaching over and tucking his stiff member back into his undergarment. Bianca took one of Timoteo’s arms, Darrah taking his other, all three of them assisting each other as they started walking towards the nearby bed.
They wobbled a little, and at one point they all almost fell to the floor, but careful step after step brought them ever closer to their goal. When they reached the bed, they all collapsed on to it, deciding to simply crawl over it. Darrah ran her hands over the bed sheets, murmuring out “Ohh, it’s so soft...” She laid down over the bed, rubbing her face around at the sheets, letting out a heavy exhale of delight. Timoteo began to undress, pulling his shirt off, followed by his pants and socks. He threw all the articles of clothing over the side of the bed, letting them make a little pile on the floor. He smiled as he came closer to Bianca, getting her to sit up on her knees with him, then beginning to fully take off her shirt.
Bianca raised her arms for him, letting him remove her soft shirt with ease, Timoteo tossing the garment over to the foot of the bed. Seeing them get undressed made Darrah want to do the same, with the hope of being involved in whatever they were going to do. Timoteo undid and pulled off Bianca’s skirt, leaving her in her garter belt, stockings, and tiny panties. As he tossed her skirt to the foot of the bed, Darrah looked Bianca up and down, saying “You’re wearing a...Jeez, it’s so small. You can see just about everything...” Darrah pulled her dress up past her knees before getting up, then pulling her dress up over her head, removing it entirely. She wore a simple white bra to go with her panties, as well as tiny white socks on her feet. She slowly eased her dress over the edge of the bed, letting it fall to the floor.
Timoteo smiled as he undid the clips of Bianca’s garter belt, loosening her stockings, letting him pull them down her smooth legs. Once the stockings were off, he took off her garter belt as well, then began to crawl under the covers of the bed. Darrah was quick to join him, slipping under the covers by his left side, smiling quite contently as she cuddled up beside him. Bianca started to get under the covers as well, but Timoteo was quick to move, getting over her and leaning her over on to her back. Darrah watched, just a little surprised, wondering what he was going to do with her. Bianca looked up to him with a little smile, raising her hands to his hips. He quickly enough started to crawl backwards on the bed, disappearing under the covers, leaving the bed sheets up to her stomach. Darrah watched as Bianca smiled, screwing her eyes shut tight. “Tim, that tickles me!” She lightly said, holding back a laugh. Bianca squirmed a little, letting out a few laughs.
Her laughter was cut off as she took in a few quick breaths, her smile fading. “Ohh...” She quietly said, her mouth hanging open a crack. Darrah, feeling just a little bit neglected, pulled up the bed sheets, looking down at what the mage was doing. Down between Bianca’s legs, he had slipped her tiny black panties to the side, letting him lap at her burning womanhood. Bianca noticed Darrah watching, her face beginning to turn red with blush as she mumbled out “Don’t watch, Darrah...I-It’s embarrassing...” Darrah pouted for a few seconds before her eyes went to Bianca’s bosom, her immense, pale globes shaking whenever Bianca would take in a quick breath. Darrah narrowed her eyes, still pouting a little. “Be quiet, you.” She softly said, moving in a flash. She brought one hand behind Bianca’s head, raising her head up a little. She grabbed Bianca’s left breast with her left hand, cupping her in such a way that her nipple was uncovered between her index finger and thumb.
Darrah lifted Bianca’s breast and brought it up to her chin, rubbing her stiff nipple against her. Bianca looked up at Darrah quietly, her eyes half-closed. “You already did a little sucking, tonight...Here’s something else, for you.” Darrah calmly said, her expression still bittersweet in her pout. Bianca stared up at Darrah for a moment before she looked down at her own nipple. She closed her eyes, let her long, sensual tongue stick out from between her lips, and flicked it across her own nipple a few times. Darrah moved Bianca’s head a bit closer to her breast, prompting Bianca to wrap her lips around the nubbin, suckling at herself. Darrah smiled a little at the sight, narrowing her eyes a touch. Timoteo ran his tongue over Bianca’s puffy lips, savouring the sweet taste of her nectar, prodding his tongue into her a few times between sessions on her clitoris. Bianca eventually started to let out a light little moan every time she exhaled, bringing her right hand up to her right breast, lightly pinching at her nipple.
“Like that, witch girl? I should be in your place...” Darrah quietly said, staring at Bianca. Bianca let her shining nipple go free from between her supple lips, looking up at Darrah with fogged eyes. “I’m sorry...” She breathed out, her voice twisted with pleasure. Bianca reached down under the covers, holding on to Timoteo’s head. She closed her eyes, splaying her legs under the covers, ecstasy scorching through her. “If you’re gonna be with him...You better make him happy...” Darrah whispered, her brow a little deep. “I promise...I try!...” Bianca whimpered out, her voice going a little faint with the second statement. Bianca brought her hands up to her face, forcing them both over her mouth. She quivered as her orgasm hit her, a loud moan being caught in her throat. She squirted against Timoteo’s tongue, the heavenly bliss whipping through her body over and over again drawing out her juices in a short gush. Bianca, panting, let her hands fall from her mouth, letting them rest over her collar bones, above her sizeable breasts.
Timoteo smiled and crawled up from under the bed sheets, his eyes sleepy, his lips slick with Bianca’s love juices. He came over Bianca and kissed her, Bianca affectionately kissing him in return, raising her hands to his stomach, running them along his skin. After a second kiss, he tiredly laid down on his back beside her, between his fellow Heroes. Bianca snuggled up to his side, draping an arm across his stomach, slipping a leg between his. She rested the side of her face over the right side of his chest, the two of them closing their eyes. Darrah quickly undid her bra, dropping it over the side of the bed before cuddling up to Timoteo’s other side. Getting into a comfortable position with him, she too rested one side of her head over Timoteo’s chest, resting a hand over the lower reaches of his chest, not far from Bianca’s hand. With the three nuzzling up together, sleep was unavoidable, the three drifting off together in mere seconds...
When Timoteo came to, the first thing he felt was confusion. Firstly, he had no recollection of the previous night’s events. Secondly, he could feel two warm, soft bodies under the covers with him, snuggling up to his sides. He opened his eyes a crack, raised his head a little, and looked downwards. His eyes bounced from Darrah to Bianca, then back to Darrah. Had Darrah had another nightmare, and decided to crawl into bed with him? Wouldn’t Bianca being in the bed as well have turned Darrah away from the idea? “Well, then again, her nightmares are painful...No, her brother’s back, she’d always sleep with him whenever she had a nightmare...” Timoteo thought, staring at Darrah with puzzlement. His eyes went a little wide when he became aware of something. Bianca’s bare chest was pushing into his side. Was she totally naked? He wasn’t, at least. Was Darrah? He couldn’t tell, but he was sure he could feel her bare chest against his side, as well.
He let his head rest back on his pillow, staring up at the ceiling. “What happened last night?...” He quietly muttered out, trying his best to claw through his mind, find any sort of memory from the night before. It was hazy, but eventually, he could remember Darrah having a surprise for the two of them. Yes, a meal she had made herself, a beautifully cooked turkey. But what happened after that? After the turkey dinner, everything went blank. “I can only imagine how the two of them are going to react when they wake up...Can’t get out of bed until they get up, either. I’ll just wake them if I move.” He thought, raising an eyebrow slightly. He raised his head again, looking down at the two of them. Had they fooled around? The mystery of the previous night tormented him, Timoteo’s imagination running wild. His expression calm, he rested his head back again, letting out a deep sigh. “And things were going so well, too. Darrah and Bianca were getting along, finally. I hope we can all talk about this, with maturity and patience...”
Timoteo waited for close to half an hour before one of them began to stir. Bianca took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She rubbed along Timoteo’s stomach, finding Darrah’s hand. She must’ve thought it was Timoteo’s, for a moment, as she rested her hand over Darrah’s hand, holding it. When she noticed that the hand was smaller and softer than Timoteo’s, she opened her eyes a little, looking right into Darrah’s face. Bianca’s expression turned blank. “What...?” She quickly sat up on her knees, the bed sheets being pulled from Timoteo and Darrah as they fell down Bianca’s back. Timoteo looked at Bianca, watching her eyes dart between Darrah and himself. Timoteo quietly said “I don’t know what happened last night, Bianca...Do you?...” Bianca’s lips parted a crack, but it took her a moment to respond. “No...It’s all a blur...I remember having dinner, and...Something about Auroran spices?...” Timoteo pouted out his bottom lip and raised his eyebrows, giving the facial equivalent of a shrug.
Bianca raised her hands to her chest and covered her nipples, but given the size of her globes, covering her breasts was impossible, her mounds billowing out past her hands. “Where are my clothes?...Is she naked?” Bianca lightly said, beginning to look around. She spotted her shirt and skirt at the foot of the bed, one stocking near her side, half of it hanging over the side of the bed. Darrah trembled lightly, beginning to feel a bit chilled with the bed sheets taken off of her, heat drifting away from her. She mumbled in her throat as she opened her eyes a crack, seeing both Timoteo and Bianca. Her eyes shot open wide. Timoteo sat up a little, raising an eyebrow, looking down at her. Darrah looked up in the direction of his face, then looked over to Bianca. She smiled a little as she disbelievingly said “It worked! Hah, it really worked!” “What worked? What happened, last night? Neither of us remember a thing.” Timoteo said, glancing at Bianca.
Darrah moved away from Timoteo, but when she realized her chest was exposed, her face went pale. She grabbed the bed sheets and pulled them up to her chest, covering herself as she sat up a little. Timoteo and Bianca both stared at Darrah as she quickly said “I had planned it for about a week...I cooked us a turkey with Blue Mushrooms in it...” Timoteo and Bianca both went wide-eyed in a split-second, and in unison, they loudly repeated “Blue Mushrooms?!” Darrah grinned a little, slowly saying “Well, I figured that with how we haven’t spent much time together, I could give us a fun evening before we go to Hook Coast, so...” “So you drugged us?” Timoteo incredulously demanded, utterly dumbfounded. Bianca raised a hand towards her forehead in exasperation, but shot it back down to her breast hardly a split-second later, covering herself once more. Almost sounding disappointed in Darrah, she quietly asked “What did we do last night, Darrah? Blue Mushrooms have...Unusual effects, if they’re consumed raw.” Darrah lost her grin and shrugged lightly, raising her eyebrows somewhat. “I really don’t know...I remember...Being tired, at first. That must’ve been when the Blue Mushrooms were first taking effect. Then...I had more energy. I wasn’t so sleepy. That’s all, really.”
Bianca sighed gently, lightly saying “Avo, I...I haven’t the faintest clue what happened. Last night is a complete blank.” Everyone was quiet for a few seconds before Timoteo slowly said “We should get dressed...Maybe we’ll remember more, after.” Bianca and Darrah both nodded in agreement, Bianca turning her back to Darrah so she wouldn’t see her bosom as she reached for her clothes. Darrah, meanwhile, turned her back to Bianca, looking around for her dress, eventually finding it as well as her bra on the floor. Timoteo, who didn’t see his clothes anywhere, simply sat and waited, every now and then looking at Darrah and Bianca. They both glanced over their shoulders when they had their clothes ready, just to make sure the other wasn’t watching them. Then, they stood up from the bed and started getting dressed. Darrah finished before Bianca, since all she had to do was pull on her bra and dress.
Bianca, meanwhile, pulled on her shirt, then put on her garter belt and stockings. She slipped her skirt on, then noticed Timoteo’s clothes, pulling them up on to the bed for him to grab. Timoteo stood up from the bed without a care towards being seen, considering he was still in his trunks. As he started pulling on his pants, he slowly said “Alright...Let’s talk about last night.” Darrah walked around the bed, coming near the two of them, standing by Bianca. Her tone quite honest, she said “I’m sorry if you two regret using Blue Mushrooms for fun. It wasn’t exactly my usual idea of a fun evening, either, but I thought I owed it to the two of you. I haven’t been a very good friend to either of you for the last while, I realize I’ve been avoiding you.” Bianca raised a hand to her face, bringing her palm to her forehead. “I just want to know what we did.” Bianca mumbled out. Timoteo pulled his shirt on, felt a hand through his mousey brown hair, and started to stare at the couches nearby.
The turkey Darrah had cooked, unfinished, lay over the silver platter she had brought it in on. He continued to stare for several seconds before he thought he could remember something from the previous night. “The couches, where we ate...I think we were there for a while. We didn’t leave them right away, when the mushrooms started to take effect.” Darrah and Bianca both glanced over towards the couches. “You remember what we did?” Darrah asked. Timoteo shook his head. “No...Just that we stayed on the couches for a bit.” Bianca slowly looked over to Timoteo, quietly asking “Do you think we made love?” Timoteo and Darrah looked at each other, their eyes going unsure. The three of them were silent for several seconds. A little awkwardly, Darrah said “I’d need to be checked out by a doctor, to see if I’m still a virgin...” Bianca took in a breath, then let out a quiet sigh. “I don’t know what to think...I can’t believe you drugged us, Darrah. You’ve hurt my trust...”
Darrah raised her eyebrows and held her hands up a little, saying “Hey, c’mon. I’m sorry, but I’m sure we had fun. We’re all mature adults, right? More importantly, we’re friends. I don’t know what went on, but...” Bianca raised her eyebrows a little and lightly said “Darrah, I can overlook that you put something in my food without my knowledge, but...I would strongly suggest you get examined by a health professional. Right now, all I want to know is if we all got carried away, last night. I’ll make up my mind on how to feel, depending on your results.” Darrah nodded and said “Sure, I can get checked right now, actually. I’ll go to the infirmary once I’ve taken a bath.” Looking at Timoteo, she said “I hope you believe me when I say that I was just trying to make up spending so little time with you guys. With Hook Coast coming up, I just wanted to give us a fun night...” “I believe you, but don’t you remember? I still don’t have a clue what happened when we ate those mushrooms, back at the Guild. I don’t think any of us fully remembers what happened.”
“Oh yeahhh...” Darrah slowly said, smiling a little, raising her chin a bit. Bianca slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, lightly saying “Please, Darrah...The sooner, the better.” Darrah lost her smile. Her eyes fell towards the floor. She gave a little nod, saying “Right. I’ll come back as soon as I get a word, either way.” She turned and walked off towards the bedroom door, departing without another word, quietly shutting the door behind herself. Timoteo stepped over and sat down beside Bianca, quietly saying “She had good intentions.” “A wise man once said that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.” Bianca murmured, her weary eyes on the floor.
Bianca looked over to him, lightly saying “You’re not to blame for whatever happened. I’m holding Darrah responsible...Whatever her results are, I won’t think it’s your fault.” “What will you do if she’s not a virgin, anymore?” Timoteo asked. Bianca reached over to his left hand, slipping her hand into his. “I won’t be angry...There’d be no point. I can’t go back and change what’s happened. But I’ll never forget this, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive her. I just need to know whether or not things got out of hand...” “That’s understandable...” Timoteo answered, giving her hand a little squeeze. Bianca leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes...
Darrah returned to their room about half an hour later. The first thing Timoteo and Bianca noticed was how light Darrah’s expression was. Obviously, she didn’t have bad news for them. She shut the door behind herself and crossed half of the room before she quietly said “Good news, I still have my hymen...I’m still a virgin. So, we must not have gotten too crazy, last night.” Bianca let out a relieved sigh. She and Timoteo stood up from the bed, releasing hands, Darrah standing in front of them with a smile. At normal volume, she said “I’m sure we had fun, anyway.” Bianca stepped up to Darrah and wrapped her arms around her in a hug, closing her eyes. Darrah readily returned the embrace, smiling a little. After a few seconds, they released each other. Bianca turned partially, facing the both of them. “I can’t tell you how relieved I am.” She murmured out.
Looking at Darrah, raising her eyebrows a little, she lightly said “I don’t need to know exactly what transpired last night, now that I know things didn’t go that far. I can forgive you, Darrah...But you’ll have to forgive me if I’m a little more hesitant to eat your home cooking, from now on.” Darrah smiled with a bit of embarrassment, raising a hand behind her head, running her hand down along her hair. “Eh heh, I understand.” She replied. “It’d probably be for the best if we just put this behind us.” Timoteo suggested, raising an eyebrow. Darrah and Bianca both nodded. Darrah looked over towards the turkey dinner, left unfinished on the other side of the room. She crossed her arms over her chest and said “Well, I guess I should have that thrown out...Waste of food, but we’re not going to finish it, and I don’t think anybody else should touch it...” She turned her head towards them, looking at them from the corners of her eyes.
“You two should go on and take baths. I’ll have some new clothes brought to you, Tim. And you should wear your dress today, Bianca. My father might have a celebration planned before we leave for Hook Coast.” Bianca nodded faintly. She and Timoteo held hands as they walked over towards the bedroom door, departing for the mansion’s first floor...
The next two days passed with a new friendliness between the trio. Darrah spent quite a bit of time with both Timoteo and Bianca, clearly no longer feeling uncomfortable with the two lovers. They never did remember what happened on that fateful night, but the three, of course, each had their own speculations. Bianca, having accepted that the night would always be a void in her memory, was satisfied with merely knowing that Timoteo and Darrah had not made love. She refused to let what had happened eat away at her, and her relationship with Darrah was undamaged. Darrah, as a way to apologize to them both, gave them each a pair of gifts. To Bianca, she gave a satchel of Auroran spices as well as a bottle of rather expensive perfume. To Timoteo, she gave a case of sweet Auroran candies, along with a bottle of Auroran alcohol. They accepted her apology, and spoke no more of what Darrah had done. After all, there was no proof that anything any of them would disapprove of had taken place, and with no real way to discover the night’s events, it would be an exercise in futility to be upset about it. It was decided that while drugging their turkey dinner had been a foolish thing for Darrah to do, it wasn’t worthy of loathing.
After a grand feast and celebration, Alexander’s army of guards mobilized. His entire force marched for Falcon’s Beak, a small plain far to the west of Windmill Hill, right by the coast of Albion. There, the many ships Alexander had secured were waiting to transport his men. The planned course was a treacherous one; the ships would need to head around the island and get to the northern side, towards the Northern Wastes, but those waters were filled with ice chunks. The ships Alexander had secured were tough and fast, certainly, but it took a special kind of vessel to cross the icy waters and near the Northern Wastes, which few craftsmen possessed the skill to create. A single strike against an iceberg could destroy an entire ship, and drown all the men aboard it. Brute trusted Anna to the maids of the estate, trusting them to feed and care for his baby sister while he was away. The knights of Sundale were left in their entirety, entrusted with the security of Alexander’s estate in his absence.
Timoteo, Bianca, Darrah, and Brute remained at the front of the marching army, each carrying a few dozen pounds of supplies for the long trip, consisting mostly of food and drink. Alexander walked with the Heroes, while Craig, Wesley, and Miller each led their respective portions of the fighting force, with Craig leading the volunteers, Miller leading the scouts and lighter fighters, and Wesley leading the rank-and-file guards. The men were divided, with some believing that the good fortune they had against Benedict’s bandit horde would continue into the next battle, and the rest believing that there was only so much luck any man was due. The Heroes and leaders of the fighting force all had to agree, they were facing a more difficult challenge, this time. Not only would Benedict have more men directly under his command, but the roles were switch. This time, it was Alexander attacking Benedict’s home, not the other way around. Still, the Heroes couldn’t let any negativity be seen by the men, and so they all set their sights on the snowy Hook Coast, a place none of them had been before, but were excited to see, nonetheless...
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