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Robin LaRouge's Posse

By: reohoko



It is a well known fact that Robin LaRouge and his company travel the world liberating the wealth of the rich and freeing chains of bureaucracy that encumber the good and innocent folks. Warding off monsters and slaying dragons, all in a days work for this cloaked company. As to how all this evil is fought has always been a mystery, one left to fire side tales by drunken warriors and tipsy barmaids; secreted in the bedchambers of the elite; and whispered by squires that hope to someday run away and join the whimsical band of do-gooders.

Gathered here for your reading pleasure are the tales, as many as the kindly bards and lush barmaids have so far contributed. Each tale I get will be provided and the story shall unfold as best I can get it. For what it is worth, I have never had to pay for one of these stories yet. And watching the shivers as the tales are told are plenty reward for me. Should I turn up slain on the side of the road, my unrezzable corpse stomped into the muddy soil, you shall know that Robin LaRouge did not take kindly to my tales. However, I shall say that he might be quite flattered at a few of them.

Obeskor's Dungeon

Robin LaRouge and his band of merry men liberated a fortune from the hidden dungeon's of Obeskor. They survived the maze of caverns, and vanquished the large horrifying ogre that resided within. Many warriors and fortune seekers had attempted quite the same thing, only to met their doom. 

Arriving in town, the company sported many bags of loot and danced with all the people they came across. A pretty little wood elf splashed the children with her wet hair and shared golden bracelets and pretty trinkets with their mothers. Their loot found it's way into the people's pockets and the churches coffer.

Robin lead his company to The Unicorn's Tail and bought drinks for dozen's while praises of their deeds and rumors were started. 

This is one tale to come from there, whispered by a drunken wench as she sloshed a dwarven brew into my mug and attempted to sit on the small wooden table. 

Pardon my embellishments as I bring it a bit more life.

In the darkness quiet scuffling could be heard. Soft shoes trying desperately to hide it’s coming on the dirt floor that lead through the caverns to his dungeon. He would not be quiet as he approached, his footsteps hammering across the floor as his pace increased. He could hear her shuffle for a hiding place, he could smell her fear grow as she discovered she did not know her way back through the maze. 

Her female scent carried lightly over him as he stormed closer. He enjoyed the fear that his growls and stomps brought those that dared enter his dark kingdom. Adrenaline soared through him as he approached his prey. With a gigantic rumble he was upon her. 

Large green hands reached from the darkness, knocking her shield from her hands and catching her up by her wrists. A squeak whispered from her throat where words of binding should have formed. She struggled, desperately trying to remember the spells that should have stopped this creature but he dragged her up as if she were a rag doll and breathed rancid breath into her face. 

“Pretty little wood elves have no place here.” He hissed, drool running down his chin. Her eyes froze staring into the monster’s in front of her, it didn’t just seem that he wanted to kill her, the sparkle that laughed at her made her shiver from head to toe. Desperately she battled against the hand that held her wrists above her head. 

“Struggle, little elf;” his face moved in next to her neck and she could almost feel his sharp teeth on her tender skin. “Scream too, I like it when my toys scream.” His voice mocking her, but she could feel the seriousness behind it. As if this mindless monster were not quite what she had been told. Fear froze her tearing at something she should remember but became lost in the way he breathed calmly through the nose ring he wore. 

His calloused hand reached up and tore her tunic from her chest. A resounding “NO!” echoed off the cavern walls; his cackled laughter following it. 

Slamming her against the wall she felt the rock dig into her skin. Her legs desperately kicking at him as his fingers cruelly pinched her naked nipples. He pressed against her, the chain mail digging into her naked skin, his wet tongue trailed over her cheek and she tried to pull her face away only to slam her head into the wall. 

“Don’t do that pretty, I can hurt you plenty and I wouldn’t want you to miss any of this.” 

“Please don’t,” her voice a silent whisper in the darkness that seemed to get darker by the minute. 

His hand moved down over stomach and then roughly grabbed her between her legs. He laughed again as she screamed. Pulling her higher up on the wall he ripped her belt tossing it to the ground and then with a firm tug pulled lose her leggings. She kicked and screamed but he didn’t even seem to notice, his eyes intent on the one thing he had not had in awhile. 

His eyes watched as his hand pressed into the soft fur between her legs. The warmth flooded over his chilled fingers, but the wetness was not enough to make his next goal attainable. He knew how to fix this, and it had been a very long time since any females had made the mistake of coming here alone. He could think of no reason not to take his time, he could feast on the succulence of her skin when he had fulfilled the other primal need that tore at him. 

She desperately tried to keep her legs closed as his fingers forced their way between the folds of her skin, her protesting unnoticed. She was angry as she looked down to what his eyes stared at, the cool breeze of the caverns had made her nipples hard and her resisting had not made his eyes budge at all from the work he had set himself too. She stopped kicking, trying to recall even one spell that she could hit him with; that she did not need her hands for. 

As if alerted by her failure to prevent his fingers from exploring her most sacred place, his eyes scanned up her nearly naked body to her glazed eyes. In her attempt to recall a spell she could cast in this dank home of his she had left herself open for what he wanted next. Pulling her from the wall he brought his lips to her ear and thrust his finger deep into her. 

"Scream, my pet" he whispered and she did. His finger slowly thrust in and out of her, frantically she tried to pull away from him. "Scream, and you might live for more than one night." He whispered as his desire increased with every drop of silk laced softness that slid down over his fingers. 

The need to answer this instinct was much more than his hunger. He feed well on the heros that attempted to slay him. He could go months on the party that had met their doom here last week. They still hung - most of them - in the far corner of dungeon, gently smoking. 

Her breasts rubbed hard against his chest plate, the pain almost as unbearable as the finger that thrust into her over and over again. It wasn't a small finger, no more than this creature that held her immobile was small. His bulking form standing easily half again her height and broader than even maybe three of herself. She desperately wanted him to stop, it's largeness bigger than her small amount of experience could compete with. 

She trembled as she felt his large thumb pressing against her clit. "How could this monster know where to touch?!" She nearly screamed. Her body responded even as she tried to stop it, no longer could she focus on anything remotely resembling a spell, she concentrated on not letting him have her but she struggled helpless against him. 

The warmth slowly slide into her middle, and she found her kicking to be helping more than hindering him. A loud scream escaped her lips, and he smiled wide holding her to look into her face. The flushed color of her cheeks told him he was winning. 

With a grunt of triumph he wrapped his lips around her naked breast, bringing another scream from her soft little lips. He hungered to feel those lips wrapped around him his cock, but even now he knew she would bite, and then he would kill her. She was showing signs of an obedient pet, and here they were hard to come by. Maybe, since he had food, he had time for a pet for a bit. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, letting his sharp teeth drag against her tender skin as he rolled his tongue over the tip. 

He moaned at her squirm and cry of pain. Her juices rolled down his fingers now as he thrust deeper into her. Almost time, he forced patience, he would rip her open if he wasn't patient, then the smell of blood would drive him to feeding off her. 

His thumb carefully circled her swollen clit, there were some that had come here that he had simply used and put with his food, this one would be fun if he could control her. She responded nicely to the roughness. She bucked against him as he sucked the other nipple into his mouth, her muscles closing tightly around his finger, so tight he almost couldn't pull it lose for a moment. Her scream, this time, brought less fighting and soft pleas for him to stop. 

He liked begging too, and he needed her softness. Her muscles slowly released his finger. Fumbling with his belt loop as he brought her to the floor. Dropping her to the ground roughly he grabbed her ankle quickly as she tried to back peddle from him. He laughed as she winced at the ground dragging against her skin. 

"I'm not done pretty," he pulled the rope from his side and roughly clasped her wrists again. "I am enjoying this very well." 

"No, please no." Her eyes held tears but her hard nipples told him he would have what he wanted in the end, and maybe for as long as he could go without feeding off her delicious skin. 

His tongue gruffly licked her neck as he tied her wrists together. Pulling her ankles one at a time to her hands he tied them together too. He left her lay there as he stood up, she pulled weakly at the ropes and watched him for some sign as to what came next. 

His hand absently rubbed his cock as he considered his options. At this point he felt he could thrust himself into her mouth a bit, her glazed eyes and wet pussy told him he had some control over her now. And a little biting wouldn't hurt, a firm grasp on her hair would keep it minimal. 

He undid his belt watching her eyes. She stared as he set his axe to the floor and as his belt came off so did the heavy clothe that covered his manhood. Her eyes grew large at the sight of what awaited her and she screamed again tugging at the ropes that held her bound. He laughed heartedly at her fear. Her mouth would do nicely first, he thought staring at her hard nipples. As she tugged endlessly at her bindings he knelt beside her. 

"Struggle, little one, and scream for me," he said quietly. One hand grasped her hair hard and the other reached down and cupped her pussy, pressing his palm hard into her wetness. She screamed as he commanded and he pressed her lips to his cock, it jumped against her. She squeaked out "no"s as he pushed her face to him. A soft twist to her hair brought another scream and he thrust himself into her mouth causing her to gag. 

He smiled, she didn't bite and her soft lips felt just as nicely as he had imagined. He rubbed circles into her soft fur as he pumped her mouth over his cock. Her hard nipples rubbed against his knee and her fingers grasped the chain mail as if holding on for dear life. He could fill her many times over, he felt the pressure building, and he would. 

The wetness seeped onto his hand as he rubbed her pussy, he could feel her clit swelling more and he knew he could not hold out much longer. He would let this time fill her mouth making her choke, that would be pleasure, he thought. Her top teeth gently dragged down his cock as he pulled her back and forth. His cock was barely halfway into her mouth as it hit the back of her throat, her gagging driving him over the edge. 

Thrusting his finger into her pussy he let the pressure escape, hot liquids flooded down her throat, he pulled her off as the trembling of her body was overtaken by fits of coughing. He smiled at his dripping cock and gave her a minute to calm down. His fingers gently playing in her wetness, exploring her swollen clit. Her eyes met his, fear and pleasure made such a wonderful expression on her face. 

"Good little elf," he whispered. "Now, lick it clean and I will give you what you want." 

"No, please" she whispered but his fingers pulled tightly on her long blonde hair. Slowly her small tongue left her mouth and touched the tip of his dark only slightly deflated cock. A small grunt freed itself from his lungs as she licked down the length. It jumped and slapped her on her cheek. She gasped. 

He pulled her closer, "Lick my balls, little one" he said as his soaked finger sought another way to make her scream. "I want to hear you beg and scream, little elf." His finger pressed into her ass and she screamed as he wished. 

Her back arched and nearly ripping her own hair from her head as he griped tighter to keep her face near his balls. "No, no, no please, not there, not there!" She cried out, clawing at his armor and trying to push away from him with her feet. 

"Lick it little one, lick it good." Holding tightly to her by her hair he pulled her further up onto his lap.

Her tongue moved over his balls, the wrinkled skin and hair making her want to gag again. But his finger pressing slowly into her bottom made her override the urge. His thumb again made little circles over her clit. She wanted anything for her body to stop responding, to fight this monster that made the warmth climb her stomach until it overwhelmed her. Nothing of these moments made any sense. She wanted it to stop. 

As if sensing that he had begun to let her lose from his control he thrust his finger in deep. A scream echoed through the caverns and her back arched forcing her to strain roughly against her bindings. He smiled at her closed eyes and hard nipples and relinquished her hair. His finger slowly fucked her ass as he slid his hand behind her back and pulled her into his lap. 

His hardness pressed into her lower back as he held her firmly there. His teeth cut the rope from her hands after his tongue licked up her arm. "Sweet," he grinned as her first hand came lose, "you are lucky I have eaten, however," his teeth freed the other hand and foot "I have not had desert in a very long time." 

Her eyes were wide with fear, "Please, no please don't, please" she whispered. Her hands pressed against his chest as he pulled her up to him, his tongue trailed down her cheek and neck. 

"Oh, yes, pretty," he let his teeth softly graze the nape of her neck, "YES!" She trembled in his arms, a squeak escaped her lips as his tongue explored her neck. Her fingers dug into his upper arms, he was not sure if to hold him there or in some attempt to make him stop. His hardness grew against her hip and she shuddered unexpectedly again. 

"No!" she screamed and tried to pull away again. Lifting her up he forced her to the ground again. Only a moment did he spend over her scrumptious breasts as she pulled desperately at his long ears trying to keep him from going any further. His large bulk pressed between her trembling legs and the he methodically removed the remaining scrapes of clothes that clung to her body. 

He stared appreciatively at her naked body. Her screams of "no" hardly more than begging whispers. She tried to scoot out from his strong hands ,he laughed at her fruitless efforts. Bringing his face to her stomach he thrust his large tongue into her belly button and was greeted with her hips instantly arching against him. His hand pressed down on her chest forcing her to let lose his ears and he dove into her hot wetness. 

Pressing his thumb into her wet hole his fingers lifted her bottom to grant him better access and he drank in her delicate scent. His tongue slide past her soft light fur to the silky wetness that was sweeter than he could have imagined. Sweeter than the strange foods he sometimes found carried on the warriors that penetrated his lair. 

His rough tongue ran over her swollen clit, the purpleness of her inner lips drove him wild and he hungered to fill her again, only this time he would force his hardness into this hole that held tightly to his thumb. Her back arched against his hand and her fingers clawed endlessly at his wrist as he slowly explored her sacred flower. 

Slowly he pulled his thumb from her and drove his tongue in, drinking the precious liquids that overflowed onto his chin. His hardness would wait no longer, and though he enjoyed this endless torture it was time to see if he was too large for this little flower. 

His soaked face, dripping, rose from between her legs. Her eyes opened slightly staring at him with the far away look of one conquered. She no longer had fight in her, her body overruled her mind and stole any thought or reason from her. He had felt her orgasms even as she fought them, and now she could no longer remember what she was besides the endless waves that overtook her. 

He slowly brought his tongue back over her belly, stopping to bring another scream from her as he thrust it into her belly button. His hands grasped her wrists and pulled them with him until he held them over her head. 

"Beg, beg little one, " he whispered, his lips pressed into her ear, his tongue softly exploring it as he rubbed his hardness the length of her wet pussy, pressing over her engorged clit. 

"Please,"her voice a whisper. 

"Louder, I can't hear you little one." 

"Please,"her hips arched against him as her voice rose just a touch. 

"You are going to scream," his sharp teeth tugged gently at her earlobe. "It will hurt a lot."

"Please," she squeaked out, "please." 

He grunted in her ear and pulled up a bit to get the angle he needed. Her legs tried to wrap around his large form but failed and he pulled up. Sitting on his knees he grabbed her legs and held them wide. He watched as his large cock pressed against the hot wetness, pressing, slowly attempting to fit in. She screamed as his head pushed in. 

"Yes, scream little one,"he grunted pushing harder slowly forcing himself into her tightness. He had barely any of it in her, her skin strained against him. His finger slowly circled over her swollen clit. She let him in more. 

Finally hunger overcame him and grabbing her by her waist he pulled her to him, forcing her down on him. His cock pressed deep into her, and she screamed over and over again as he lifted her up and down on him, but she didn't fight, had ecstacy not begun to over take him he would have seen that her thrown back head and fingernails digging into his arms was her own ecstacy as he grew even larger in her. 

His eyes closed as he brought her hips down on him again and again, he felt his cock slam into her, her muscles so tight around him that he could not imagine that she would not tear when he exploded. Her mind was wrapped in endless floods of pleasure that ruled her every sense, every thought. Suddenly he came in her, their juices entwining and flooding back over his balls as he held her tightly on his throbbing cock. 

Gently he pulled her up and down once more, and realized that she lay unconscious in his arms. She breathed heavily so he knew her not to be dead, and began to worry that some of the warm fluids flowing down over his knees were actually blood. But he did not smell blood, just the sweet smell of sex permeating every inch of the outer catacombs that lead to his home. 

He lifted her slowly off his now soft cock and she trembled against him but did not wake. Seeing that she was not bleeding at all he lay her down on the ground for a moment, watching her sleep as he slowly dressed. 

"You are a very good pet," he smiled at the sleeping wood elf. Lifting her up slowing, he headed into a deeper part of the dungeon to keep her for himself. 


Robin LaRouge's Posse Ch. 02



Rumor has it that Robin LaRouge has the famed Belt of Rahmoro. Its magical powers granting him the swiftness of sunlight and the endurance of Rahmoro himself. It is also quietly whispered that it gives him the ability to endure longer nights than the average man could even dream of. It is further rumored that the sweet little wood elf, Everine, sports the Cloak of Rahmoro a.k.a. - the Blanket of the North Winds; granting her the magical gift of flight and the whimsical song of a bard to keep her warm on cold nights. 

Here is the tale of Rahmoro, whispered to me by a Lady in Farohoga's Heights as the Mid Summer's parade marched a large float of Rahmoro with a scantily clad wood elf riding on his back. A ten-minute tale, breathlessly breathed during a parade, can only hold so much detail; I have added a bit more.

Rahmoro stood watching over his valley with quiet emerald green eyes; his sleek white fur shining in the early evening sunlight and his silver cloak flowing gracefully out behind him in the soft winds that blew through his mane. Though his face was that of a human male, his senses matched his lion body completely; and as he gazed out on his lands, his eyes detected a small shape at the edge his vision that did not belong.

Curiosity fought with outrage as he peered and tried to see what would dare enter his territory without presenting itself to the Enigma Gates for trial. He maneuvered swiftly down the hillside to the waterfall where he had seen the creature. His gallant stride moving him silently through the quiet woods that took him to the edge of the pooling water. 

Standing at the tree line, he peered through, assessing the necessity of brute force or magic to restrain this being. However, his eyes beheld a sight he had not quite prepared for. Standing under the softly flowing water was a female. Her satiny blonde hair soaked in the sweet perfumed water and her body completely without her clothing. 

His eyes boggled at her supple breasts as she pulled her hands through her hair. The gentle features of her face seemed nearly entranced and she bathed without knowledge that this massive beast was scrutinizing her. Without even thinking, Rahmoro began to cast. A docile strand of blue magic swam over the water and enveloped the girl in a soft radiant light that seemed to separate her from the rest of the world. 

Stepping from the cover of the trees, he approached to watch more closely. She did not take notice of him, the water, and her bathing the only things in her mind. 

Gentle drops flowed softly over her skin, her fingers rubbing them in to free all the spots of dust that settled in from traveling. Her nipples were hard from the coolness of the water and her leisurely pattern of washing. Rahmoro sat back on his hind legs, content to watch her slow bathing, content that she was not a threat to his silent valley. 

Her fingers moved slowly over the tender skin of her stomach. Eyes closed as she leaned her head back into the flowing water. A quiet gasp escaping her lips as her small finger explored her belly button. Lingering, circular motions moved down her stomach, touching the soft light fur that rested below it. 

Rahmoro had never the pleasure of seeing a female naked before, it was stirring in him emotions he had never felt before. Completely entranced, he watched as she slid her fingers into the soft fur that held some secret he had never observed. 

Her fingers did not linger long though; soon she turned slightly away from him. Rising her foot from the water she placed it on the flat stone near her and bending a bit began to wash her legs. As she leaned in to touch her feet, Rahmoro gazed at her naked bottom with intrigue. 

Its round softness seemed almost to ask him to touch, and as she bent it spread gently to give him a glance at what her fur had hidden from the other side. He nearly gasped aloud at the pink skin that peeked out of the folds of her soft silken skin. An unexplainable hunger found its way into the pits of his stomach. Her sweet scent softly cascading over him in the light breeze, the fur on his back tingling in response.

She still washed slowly, completely oblivious to anything around her. Gently exploring her body for spots of dirt, she may have missed. Rahmoro found himself edging closer to the water, his eyes completely fixated on her fair skin. Her nipples stood out hard from her breasts and her hands had found their way back between her legs. As he watched, she spread her legs to let the water pour in.

His captivation was complete; nothing existed outside the need to fulfill the strange hunger that drove through his body. The small wood elf had sat upon the flat stone, her hands still moving between her legs. Her scent drove him completely beyond thought, dropping his cloak and belt to the ground he bounded into the water to stand before her. 

Sudden realization that she was not alone caused her to jump, her small hands raising up to stop his charge. As her fingers slid into the soft fur of his mane, he did stop. His face burrowed into the sweet smell that was driving him wild, her quiet cries of protest completely unnoticed. Silky wetness covered his nose and tempted him to taste. He knelt in the water before her. 

The cool water flowed gently over his stomach, tickling the stem of the need that was burning in him. His tongue escaped his lips and licked softly at the tender skin covered in her sweet juices. Her fingers held tightly to his mane. He was not aware of whether it was an attempt to pull him away or hold him there. His hunger clouded his awareness of her responses, as he tenderly explored the sweet tastes of her hidden place. 

Her skin gently trembled beneath him; the sweet wetness flooded over his tongue when he slid it into the small hole that produced it. Her legs were up on his shoulders, quivering nearly uncontrollably as his tongue pressed in and out of her. Her fingers wrapped tightly in his mane as her hips pressed against him. He felt something near explosion point, as more of her passion exploded in a small fountain over his face. 

He pulled his head free of her grasp, a loud roar exploded from his lungs. Frightened the little wood elf tried to pull away, her soft blue eyes wide with fear. His massive paws slammed down on the rock at either side of her face. She froze the quivering of ecstasy the only thing still moving her as he pulled his hind legs between hers. 

Rahmoro's face pressed into her neck, his warm breath causing her to respond instinctively again. His lips touched over hair, soft and wet, the hardness between his legs searched of it's own accord to embed itself in the warmth his tongue had found so inviting. 

The wetness between her legs was slippery; his hardness pressed against her and slipped up. She jumped beneath him as he slid passed the small hard nub he had watched grow. There was no fighting as he continued to search her small gasps of pleasure responded to the soft touch of his lips on her neck. 

Sliding her hand between them, the wood elf grasped the hardness of his manhood. "Please," she whispered into his ear. Guiding him slowly, she pressed his largeness to where she wanted it.

The warmth of her called for him to bury himself in her. He pressed against the smallness of her opening; she trembled and spread herself wider. "Please," she whispered again. "I want all of it, I want to feel all of you in me." 

He sat up to look at her as he pressed into her; his eyes glossy with the passion that flooded through him. 

With a thrust he forced himself into her, as the head popped in, he roared loudly with pleasure. Her hips rose up to met his thrusts and the frenzy that followed was heady and heated. Her small cries followed by his throaty grunts. Her legs trembled as they wrapped around his hindquarters. She held him close to her as the mighty explosion flooded through both of them.

Rahmoro rested his face into his beautiful angel's neck. "I do not even know your name." He whispered softly, some of his senses returning to him. 

"As I do not know yours," she whispered back, nuzzling her face into his mane. Her arms and legs still wrapped around him. 

"I am, Rahmoro, this is," he started but an odd noise caught his attention. Standing, he reluctantly freed himself of her arms and turned. On the edge of the shore someone moved. With a loud roar, he bounded to his cape and belt. 

"Who trespasses in the lands of Rahmoro?!" He growled loudly.

"It is I Uiender, Mage of Gharistron; and Sir Robin." A figure stepped from the forest to present himself. "I beg pardon of your Lord Rahmoro, but it is not trespass that finds us here. We were admitted by the Enigma Gates." 

He bowed lavishly before the naked, soaked beast. "It has sent a message, 'If Lord Rahmoro wishes of the sun to set, and provide him with privacy, then his Lordship must find this enchantment of his own accord.'" 

Rahmoro frowned slightly, turning from the Mage and his friend he picked up the belt and the cloak, returning to the small wood elf he carefully covered her beautiful soft skin and kissed her softly. 

"I apologize for not hearing the call of the gates," he turned back to the men. "I was," he sighed, never having been in this predicament before he found himself at a loss for words and his usual etiquette. "How may I help you, Mage of Gharistron?" He reluctantly left the side of his beauty and approached the shore again. 

"We actually come to you for two reasons." The Mage smiled brightly, and Sir Robin nearly seemed to fidget beside him. "The first is a mask we are curious if you could help myself and Mistress Demuire with. The second," His eyes looked past Rahmoro to the wood elf. "Is to pick up Everine, whom was supposed to met us at the Enigma Gates."

"I am sorry, Master Uiender, I did not notice the gates when I ported in, but this inviting waterfall called to me." She held herself wrapped in the cloak and came to stand beside Rahmoro. "I hope you do not mind too much." Her face blushed a gentle red.

She again distracted Rahmoro. "Everine," he whispered softly, as if feeling how the name flowed from his lips. His emerald eyes stared deeply into her soft blue ones. As if suddenly recalling her manners she stepped back from him quickly.

"My Lord Rahmoro, my deepest apologies for entering your lands without proper announcement and invite." She knelt carefully keeping the cloak from the mud beneath her. Standing she continued as he watched with an expression of both confusion and amusement. "I am Everine, Druid of Larisca, and member of Robin LaRouge's Company." She bowed in the style that Uiender had presented himself in.

"Your apology is dually noted, as is your introduction." He bowed slightly to her. "I feel that I may find some way to excuse your trespass." He smiled at her. "If you will dress and come speak with us on the far plateau. As a druid I am sure you will have no difficulty in locating us." She smiled and nodded.

As they walked away, she turned to cross the river and retrieve her clothes. Robin noticed that she held the cloak tightly around her. Smiling quietly he followed the two casters, thinking if maybe his dear Everine might have found reason to hold so closely something that covered the nakedness she usually flaunted. 

Stepping lightly onto the plateau, Everine smiled at the men as they talked. She held carefully Lord Rahmoro's cloak in her arms. 

"It is agreed then," Master Uiender spoke. 

"Yes, and I personally request that Everine be the liaison to retrieve my findings." He smiled at Everine and approached her. "If that is acceptable to you, My Fair Lady."

She nodded, as if her voice was lost. She started to hand him back his cloak but he shook his head. "I wish of you to keep it, I can make another." Sitting on his hind legs, he looked up into her face. Her fingers slowly touched his mane. "Put it on and remember me while you are away?"

"Always, and I will return." She wrapped the cloak about her shoulders. Burying her face in his mane, she held him tightly to her. Her voice was a whisper in his ear, "I wish to stay, but…"

"Shh, hush, I know of responsibility." He whispered back to her, his lips caressing her neck. "You will return."

A Tale of Autumn

Master Uiender is the most famed of the members of Robin LaRouge's Posse. Many stories of his plights and conquests are whispered in both the manners of admiration and deepest loathing. One of his stories has recently come to light, one I found in the quiet mountains of Yaridlina. 

A small barmaid, her dust colored hair flowing over her shoulders, her small brown eyes composed and withdrawn, her quiet voice confided this story to me as she served me mountain spring wines and some meat of the local farm animals. 

Her tale began with a whisper that she personally knew Autumn, the one that was so named by Master Uiender. She told me that Autumn's name had been Oracie, and that Oracie was the only known Elven familiar. Autumn now served at Master Uiender's side, where she chose to be, and came and went as she pleased. This is the tale that brought Autumn to be bound to Master Uiender.

The fading light made her red hair seem to be on fire, and made the dark circles below her eyes seem even darker. Her ashen skin made ghostly from the chilling air of fall. She stood beneath the falling golden leaves of the quiet willow, and stared at the bubbling brook.

Time seemed to fade around her, the rushing sound of a windstorm. Her dark cloak faded; becoming her bright, silk, summer dress and cascaded gently around her legs. A shadow formed before her, lowering his face slowly to hers. She leaned into it as his features appeared and his strong arms engulfed her.

His soft brown hair lined his perfect face, his piercing brown eyes that seemed to see straight into her soul. Strong features that drove her mad with need, with desire. His smile made her melt, and she could not resist him. Tingling enveloped her body as their lips met.

Her slender arms wrapped softly around his strong shoulders. "My Love," he whispered in her ear. His hands explored eagerly over her body. 

"We have such a short time. I have missed you so much." She whispered back, pressing against his warmth and feeling his body's response to her. Shallow hungry breaths echoed from both their lips. 

Kisses fell upon her neck and shoulders and she wrapped her fingers tightly into his hair. Every moment of her waking days she craved for this, prayed for his touch. So seldom available, so rarely granted. The strength of his fingers on her ribs as he held her close. She knew what was next. Willingly awaiting the words of release, he knew she needed.

"Cum for me, show me how much you have missed me." He whispered into her ear as his fingers slid between her legs. 

Gifted with the words she needed; she allowed the warmth to encompass her. A soft gasp of pleasure as she released the flood of passion onto his fingers. His lips found hers and as they kissed, his tongue filling her mouth, she felt him seeking the vitality that brought him back to her. Her mind reeled against it, but her body would not let her override the fulfillment of its need. 

Slowly she kissed down his chest, her tongue exploring him as if it were the first time all over again. Nevertheless, she knew each spot he wanted touched, she nibbled gently on each a moment. Her tongue distracted as her mind tried to remember. She needed her sanity; today she would tell him. It would be today.

As her breasts slide over his hardness it jumped against her, and all thought was abandoned. Her fingers touched the tip, watching as it gently pulsed. Her tongue licked her lips in anticipation, but she wanted to touch, to look to enjoy. Something eagerly wanted her to stop too, but its importance was lost in the swirling warmth that embedded itself in every inch of her being.

Her fingers traced softly down the length, and as she slid them back up to the tip she felt his fingers maneuvering into her hair, guiding her softly to where he wanted her silky lips to be. Escaping from her lips, her tongue was first to kiss the hardness that ached for her touch, and it bounced gently slapping her. Her eyes closed slightly as she kissed it, and began to wrap her lips around his cock.

As she pressed down harder on him, he grew in her mouth. Sucking him in deeply, her fingertips massaging gently at the base and over the soft sacks beneath. Pressing the boundaries of his control as she begged for his release with her tongue. He would not though; he needed more from her before he could. She knew what he needed.

Pulling her slowly back from his hardness, he laid her on the soft grass beneath them his strong fingers pulling the fabric of her dress away from her skin. It dropped to the ground as if she had casually removed it. Her nipples responded to the rush of material that past over it, instantly hard and hungry to feel his lips on them. As his mouth began to explore them, his fingers found their way to her wetness and he probed gently into her. Her clit responded instantly at his touch, and his lips and tongue sought hers. 

"Cum for me, My Love," his mind spoke softly to her. The explosion that escaped her brought tingling throughout all her body. His form shimmered in the light that flooded over him. Bringing his legs between hers, he pressed his hardness slowly into her. 


"Please," she whispered softly, "Please, I need you." He filled her, pressing deeply into her, filling her with his hardness and she wrapped herself around him. Pressing her hips up to met his slow rhythm. 

They went on for what seemed an eternity, slowly rocking. The gentle pressure of his hard cock stretching her delicate pussy submersed her in sensation. Her mind was lost in his, and he fed tenderly and hungrily on her devotion, and ecstasy. Every second brought him closer to the release he too needed in their meeting. 

Warmth began to spread through her again, the demanding thirst to be encased in the pleasure that she longed for. His body responded, seeking to immerse himself in her endless waves of passion, and his voice whispered into her head again. She screamed this time, her body trembling with the explosion of his seed into her belly. As he filled her, he froze; her nails dug into him dragging him into her orgasm, faster and harder than ever before. 

Something warned him of danger as she encompassed him, as she held him to her. The swell of ecstasy flooding over him tried to mask it, but he saw. 

"No, Oracie, no please," came the quiet plea. 

It was too late, as her body shuddered with the final orgasm that should have filled him with energy and strength, a binding overcame him. Symbols flashed like fireworks over them both. Small pinpricks of energy that filled the places that warmth and sunshine should have touched. Her energy, his life-source, denied to him. 

He watched the tears that feel from her eyes as the trembling ceased. No amount of explanation was forthcoming, but he knew. Sadness swept across his face, his eyes shadowed by the realization of his fear. The darkness returned to bring him to shadow; 'from whence he came he would return'. 

"Oracie," his voice a whisper as the silhouette of his form faded, "I loved you."

Wind blew through her, the wisps of his form scattering into the forest before her. The summer dress was gone and her cloak returned to her shoulders. The grass beneath her knees became again the dark colored leaf of fall.

Coming slowly to her feet, she did not acknowledge the wet warmth that slid down her legs beneath her dark silken skirt. Her eyes regarded the faded sun, and the chilliness of the air. 

"I loved you, and I always will," she whispered to the darkness. Her back turned and she slowly walked from the fallen leaves. Pulling the hood of her cloak over her head, she pushed the wind from her hair and hid the tears on her face. 




Robin LaRouge's Posse Ch. 02



As her footsteps faded away, a small dark shape took form at the base of the willow tree. Its dark stem and leaves seeming to squirm slowly from the ground; black thorns glittered sharply as a deep purple flower bloomed.



Robin LaRouge's Posse Ch. 03



Perversions of the Creacian Mines

Off the coast of Tenasia, the quiet lands of the halflings, is a small city of all woman-Rohan’s Garden. Their great church and peaceful ways rival the magnificent monasteries of even Horkandis himself. (In case you forget, he is the reason you can sip those wondrous wines -during your evening meal, of course- without fear that some malicious pixie will sour it while you are busy looking elsewhere.) Their message is not world spread and has never reached the many planes that worldly travelers may visit on any given day. However, Sir Robin knows their ways well.

It is rumored that Sir Robin himself built the church that houses the many women, and gave them the life they live today. Rescued, they say, from the Creacian Mines during an early adventure that lead him to the road of fame he travels today. However, I am sure you have all heard this one, even the bards sing of Sir Robin and the Mighty Glanalis who slew the dragon of the Creacian Mines and sent the Orcs to the hills of Rathmere. Of course, you will need to detain a barmaid or two to hear this version. 

Many special thanks to the sweet Amareet, who kept my mug filled as she and Karisa astounded the patrons of Torlynn’s Inn with this tale. 


Shackles cut cruelly into her hands as she awoke. A pounding throbbing headache rivaling the other pains that traveled through her body. Fog held her mind still and the rancid smoke that reeked of a dragon cruelly tried to close her lungs off. Her legs kicked slightly in the air as she tried to find the floor and found none beneath her.

Her eyes opened heavily to try to look at her surroundings. Focusing was a challenge cruelly interrupted by a hot callused hand that coarsely grabbed her hair and pulled her face up to look at.

Dizziness pulled the darkness in upon her eyes again as large gray breasts past her face and a large mole on her jailer’s chin came into view. The gruff voice sounded far away and of some sort of gibberish that held no meaning to her as she let her eyelids fall back into place. 

Something cold and metal suddenly touched her thigh, wrapping around it tightly and clicking into place. She tried to struggle against it but found no energy to move, and the other leg received the same band before she even found the energy to open her eyes. 

Suddenly, both legs were ripped into the air, spread wide and causing a small weak scream to escape her lips. She thought the muscles in her legs would tear and cold air flooded between her legs, warning her of her nakedness. Her eyes opened and some of the fog lifted for a moment. Desperately she tried to bring her senses to her. It was as if she was an observer. Nothing happening felt real; but somehow she knew it was.

As she watched, the monstrous female troll stuck her hand into a bucket that sat on a table surrounded by other odd shaped objects. Searching for her voice, she only found dryness in her mouth and throat. The troll approached her, a grin showing sharp crooked teeth, her large hand dripping a grayish thick liquid barely darker than her skin color. 

Fear shook the chained elf, her bronze skin paling noticeably as she tried to move. The shackles were too tight, the chains too heavy, she could not find the strength to fight it. Her head fell back and a piercing scream broke from the cobwebs in her throat. Something warm and sweet poured into her mouth as she screamed; she coughed loudly as it tried to make its way into her lungs. She tried to see who had done that but as she pulled her head up, she saw the troll standing between her legs. It snarled as it laughed and lowered its hand to allow cold slimy wetness to slide down through the soft hairs between the elf’s legs. 

Her mind screamed before the sound could escape the coughs that still spit liquids from her lungs. Suddenly large fingers pressed the wetness into the folds of her soft skin, working into ever inch. The elf’s scream broke free and her head fell back only to be roughly pulled back by her hair. "Look," the troll said with harshness in its heavy accented voice. "Watch!" It demanded. 

The rough fingers pushed the lips open and the elf struggled and cried out. Begging her tormentor to stop. The fingers squeezed cruelly in her hair. "WATCH!" The liquid spread over her more and she saw and felt the warmth slowly spreading through her insides. Her screams would not stop, and had the troll not tugged forcefully on her again, her eyes would have closed. The large gray fingers rolled around her clit, the swelling increasing each time. 

Her eyes stared in shock at the purples of her inner lips as the troll worked. "No, please no." Her voice a whisper as the weakness that had prevented her fights earlier returned. "I can’t, I can’t, no." Warmth began to climb into her stomach as the fingers pinched her clit and rolled it lightly. The troll turned to look behind her, grumbled something in its native tongue. It’s breasts heaved as it laughed to the response that came from across the room. 

The elf heard none if, her body betrayed her, whatever was warming her insides came from the liquid that soaked her. Little spasms found their way into her muscles. The fingers working more swiftly over her as she shuddered unwillingly. The troll held her head up tight, "Look." This time nearly a whisper. Something large approached from behind the troll. It’s nearly black skin shimmering in the little light. 

Fear froze the little elf. Her skin crawled with goose-bumps, and terror filled every inch of her form. Yet, still the warmth in the pit of her stomach climbed. Her voice still small whispered for them to stop. It stepped closer and her half-open eyes saw the mining orc that stood there. Its horrifying grin laughing at her. He looked down and her eyes followed his. In his clawed hand, he held a rigid object nearly the size of the small elf’s arm. Screams broke from her lips and echoed off the walls. 

The troll let the girl’s hair lose and her head fell back. Gray fingers found the little nipples that stood out and begged for attention regardless of the screams of no. The large rigid form pressed itself to her swollen clit. Pushing gently at first. It cooed quiet noises of encouragement as she screamed. 

The Orcs clawed fingers pressed into her hips pulling her to him. His large cock pressed firmly against her hole, pushing itself into her. Slowly, enjoying her pleas for him to stop, he pushed into her small hole. Tightness bringing pain to her as he entered. The fingers pinching and twisting her breasts left and were replaced by a warm mouth that encompassed them fully and sucked hard on her. A wet hand slid down her stomach and over her mound to take her clit between its fingers. 

Her screams weakened, her mind trying hard to shut down. The warmth flooded over her at the touches while the pain of the large cock forcing it’s way into her brought tears to her eyes. Suddenly the orc seemed to lose patience. Pulling her roughly he slammed into her, pressing the trolls fingers hard into her clit and forcing his largeness deep into her. She felt as if she were being torn open, the coarse hairs that scratched at her inner lips added to the pain that filled her. 

Fingers wrapped into her hair holding her head firmly as the orc began to pound himself in and out of her, the fingers playing with her clit moved faster and more firmly. The mouth freed her breast to suck her nipple nearly free of her skin. The sensations flooded over her in the forms of pleasure and pain and her mind tore itself trying to respond to either. 

Suddenly it was as if her mind gave up, her screams breathless, weak moans. Her clit throbbing uncontrollably, her legs shaking, and her eyes rolled back into her head. The troll knew she would be unconscious very soon, but it was all right. The grunting of the orc told her that the he would be finished before then. As the troll’s lips left the girl’s breast the orc gave a massive growl, and hot fluids flooded into the little elf’s convulsing body. The troll watched with a content smile as her cries stopped with a violent shudder. 

The orc pressed slowly in and out of the listless elf. His cock still shooting streams of his seed into her. His clawed fingers had dug into the girl’s skin and she bleed. The troll ordered him off her and examined the girl’s pussy. She would be fine, the solution had done its duty, no damage, and no blood She grumbled to a small purple skinned elf that knelt in the corner. Pulling the chains lose, she told the girl to ready the room for their newest member. 

Small soft fingers were carefully massaging between her legs, and warm water bubbled around her ears. Her eyes came open with a start and she backed away quickly. Her back found the edge of the water just as everything came into focus. 

“I won’t hurt you,” the dark skinned girl answered; her accent was not familiar. 

“Where,” she stammered, “where am I?” She searched the dark cavern walls around her for a way out, and seeing none became even more frightened.

“I am Greyestia,” she smiled softly. “We are, um, prisoner’s of Creacian Mines.” Her voice was matter of fact and betrayed only the confusion as to whether or not she had used the right terms. “What is your name? Mistress calls you Ujici, it means of sun in her tongue. What do your people call you?” Her hands moved as she talked, and her eyes were a lavender blue that held the little elf still as she talked. 

“I am AriaDina, I,” she stared at Greyestia, tears began to form in her eyes as the information as to where she was began to sink in. “This is the Creacian Mines?” The tears fell down her cheeks in full streams. 

“Yes, I am sorry, AriaDina.” The smaller girl crossed the pool of water to AriaDina and put her arms around her. Holding her close, she let her cry. 

A few minutes went by before AriaDina pulled away. The soft naked breasts of the other woman pressed against her own causing a response that she was not accustomed to. “Greyestia, you can call me Aria. Why are we here? Is the ‘Mistress’ the troll that,” Aria stopped, her throat clogged with the memory. 

“Yes, that is Mistress, she is our master. If we please her, and those she sends us, she will allow us live. If we do not, she will kill us.” Her fingers ran gently through Aria’s hair, “Please call me Tia.”

Aria trembled even in the warmth of the bubbling water. Her mind trying not to think of what had happened or how long it may have been. Her fingers slid down between her legs, checking for blood, expecting to find herself torn and maimed. 

“You are not hurt,” Tia answered, her soft voice pulling Aria from the memories and reminding her of the other woman’s presence. “Um, it’s the magic, um, water magic.” She shrugged her shoulders looking down at Aria’s hand between her legs.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Her face red with embarrassment that she had down this in front of this stranger. Her eyes looked at the water, realizing that they were both, naked, and both sitting so closely. Aria’s mind whirled with confusion, and nothing wanted to make sense. 

“There is no sorry, Aria.” Tia’s dark fingers left Aria’s hair, sliding down over her shoulders. Aria trembled and her eyes came back up to stare in the smaller girl’s face. “We are here, we help each other. It is we will live. If we fail, we both die.” 

Before Aria could respond, soft lips touched her own; instantly bringing another tremor over her body. Her mind reeled with the idea that she was kissing another woman, and that she was responding to it. She pulled away, “Wait,” she whispered, “what is going to happen?”

Tia opened her mouth to speak but a sudden bang stopped her. Both women turned to where the noise had come from. Tia’s eyes became large and frightened as she grabbed Aria’s hand and pulled her quickly from the water.

“I thought more time.” She exclaimed pulling her quickly behind her. As they reached the other end of the cavern, Aria’s body aches returned and her legs tried to give out beneath her. Tia stopped and dropped to her knees on a small rug. “Here, beside me, do as I do.” She ordered quietly. 

Another bang sounded from close to them. Aria fell to her knees beside Tia, trying to keep the aches in her legs and arms quiet. She looked at her wrists and saw the bruises, and looked at her thighs and saw the matching ones. 

Tia grabbed her arm, “You must not speak, you must keep eyes down, and you must stay awake, please.” Her voice was anxious and afraid.

Aria fought with the pain, smoke filled air filtered into the room and suddenly feet stomped in. She kept her eyes down, the fear in Tia’s voice stuck in her head. Shivering, she dreaded what might come next.

“Girl!” The voice of the troll shouted.

“Mistress, cor ma etor” Tia spoke quietly. She gently elbowed Aria.

“Mistress, ca ma etar” Aria tried, but knew she did not have it right. The feet were before them and the stench of the mines tore at her lungs.

The troll grumbled at Tia while Aria’s consciousness tried to escape her. Her lungs burned and her body desperately wanted the warmth of the water again. Just as darkness began to swim before her eyes strong fingers grabbed her hair. Aria squealed, but did not fight as she was dragged to her feet.

“Ujici know to do?” The troll spit into her face. Aria nodded confused and the troll dropped her back to the floor. As she crumbled, unable to hold herself up, she heard the troll issue another command and stomp away.

“Aria?” Tia asked, carefully brushing the hair from Aria’s eyes. 

“I’m here, I think,” she answered as darkness overtook her again.

Waking to the pool was actually refreshing; Tia’s hands were massaging a thick lotion into her wrists as she opened her eyes. “Tia?”

“Yes, we make better.” She kissed Aria softly on the cheek. “We have little time. Orc comes soon, you must be ready. We must be ready.” Her fingers worked softly over the wrist and then over her shoulders. 

“But...” Aria started, soft blue eyes filled with tears again. Tia kissed her lips, silk softness quieting the words that Aria searched for.

“I won’t let you hurt. You see.” Aria kissed her back as their lips met again. Her tongue filled her mouth softly and Aria took it in, basking in the warmth that filled her body at the touches of Tia’s naked breasts against her own. Slowly Tia pulled away and reached over to the side of the pool.

“Drink this,” she handed a small metal cup to Aria. “It helps.” She took another cup and drank from it as well.

Aria put it to her nose, the smell was horrid, and it wrecked of something she couldn’t even explain, worse than the potions in Master Uiender’s lab. Tia motioned her to drink it, and slowly she took a small sip. She coughed fitfully. It was hot, like burning fire sliding down her throat and into her stomach. She splashed as she tried hard not to throw up on an empty stomach. 

“Drink faster,” Tia, said as she rubbed Aria’s back. “It will hurt less.” 

Aria stared at Tia in disbelief. Why would she want to drink this horrible stuff? Tia looked worried and eyed the far wall constantly. Finally, Aria lifted the cup to her lips and downed the horrid fire that burnt as it entered her. 

Barely seconds passed before her head began to swim lightly, a new warmth was emitting from her middle, and she wasn’t too sure she could stand up, but she felt marvelous. Tia’s lips found hers and she kissed her happily. 

Tia pulled away a bit, “Come, we have to be ready.” She said in all seriousness, but Aria just smiled at her and giggled. 

“For what?” She asked, her voice slurring a tad. “What are we going to do, Tia?” Tia frowned at Aria making her pout. “But, I want to know.” Aria said, trying to follow Tia out of the tub. 

Finally, Tia turned back to her with a little smile. “I will show you, if you are good, I make you happy.” Taking Aria’s hand, she led her across the hard stone floor to a bed in the other corner. 

Once to the bed, with Aria stumbling, Tia laid her down and began kissing her hard. She pressed her lips to Aria’s and slid her fingers in slow soft circles over Aria’s small breast and hard nipples. 

“I don’t think we should be doing this,” Aria whispered as Tia’s lips moved to her neck. She gasped and wrapped her fingers into Tia’s hair. “I don’t know if I want to do this.”

“We have to, Aria,” she whispered into her ear kissing gently the lobe and then sucking it into her mouth. Aria gasped again and her back arched, pushing her hips against Tia. “You like it,” Tia said matter-of-factly. 

Aria’s fingers held tightly to Tia’s hair, and her other hand held to Tia’s arm, as if she might fall if she let go for even a minute, but Tia didn’t complain, she moved her fingers slowly over Aria’s fair skin watching the little trembles and enjoying the moans that began to come from every kiss she planted on the girl’s neck. Aria was becoming lost in the feelings, her mind mentally tried to recall the last time she had been kissed, but it was lost to her, all she remembered was his fair face and the ring he had gone off to find for her. She trembled again and suddenly Tia’s finger was exploring over her mound, pressing softly just above her clit and causing her hips to push up against the small fingers. 

Tia’s mouth slid over the soft skin of Aria’s breasts, licking and nibbling the tender flesh. The nipples grew harder and harder as she worked, and the moans were becoming nearly screams of need. She slowly sucked a nipple into her mouth and bite down gently, Aria shuddered beneath her, and her mound throbbed gently beneath her fingers. Tia slid her fingers into the warm wetness, and touched the swollen clit softly. Aria pushed her hips up hard to met them.

Suddenly a bang at the end of the room caused Tia to freeze. She kissed Aria’s stomach and looked for Aria to have a reaction, when Aria didn’t seem to notice the noise she smiled and reached off the side of the bed, and came back to slide her whole, cooled hand into Aria’s warm pussy. Smiling at the quickness to which her hips pushed up to met her hand she hurried to push it all in before the orc reached them. 

The stomping footsteps moved ever closer as Tia thrust her fingers in and out of Aria. The sound terrifying beneath the sounds of Aria’s excitement. Tia hurriedly straddled Aria’s face, sliding her fingers between her legs, she spread herself, and Aria’s tongue curiously began to explore around the sounds of her pleasure. Tia’s shock at how eagerly Aria worked was overridden by her need to make sure Aria was in place in time. Grabbing Aria’s legs, she pulled them up and the Orc’s face was before hers. 

His sharp teeth grinned cruelly at her and he muttered something she couldn’t hear or understand. Aria’s pussy sat wide open, throbbing for attention, but he just slide his fingers in for a moment and watched Tia’s face as he made Aria groan loudly into her pussy. His grin was cruel and echoed in his eyes and Tia suddenly became very afraid. Dropping Aria’s legs she backed up off the exploring tongue and began to panic. 

“No,” she whispered. The Orc’s hand snatched her upper arm, cruel claws digging in. Aria’s scream as she scrambled in fear from the bed was not much help. Aria didn’t know what to do, and Tia couldn’t reach the bucket of the magic potion from the top of the bed. She tugged against, him, but his size and strength were nearly double that of hers and he ripped her from the bed. 

Tossing her like a rag-doll against the wall, he forced his legs between hers, his cock searching for entrance. Tia’s head spun and she tried to kick, he would ripe her wide open without the potion, there was no way she could let him in. 

A loud clang rang out and suddenly Tia was dropped to the floor as the orc turned around. From between his legs, she could see Aria take off running to the far end of the room. She stopped and stared at the walls, her fingers running over them as the orc moved slowly towards her. There was no way out, Aria’s red hair spun around and she saw the massive dark blue creature, claws and sharp teeth, already halfway across the room. She put both hands up and a red bolt escaped her fingers hitting it square on the chest.




Robin LaRouge's Posse Ch. 03



The orc stopped, he looked at Aria for a moment and then ran full force at her. She threw herself to the floor in a ball. Tia was on her feet, running to Aria’s aid. Not five feet from Aria the orc came to a dead halt, but Tia didn’t stop. Once at Aria’s side she touched her hair, and turned back to the orc that should have already been there. 

Between them and the orc stood a dark robed figure. The robe fell to the floor and long flowing auburn hair and a naked, perfectly round bottom stood before them. She turned and winked at the two girls curled up behind her. 

A grunt echoed from the orc and he tried to grab the girl’s waist, she sidestepped him. In frustration, he swung sharp claws at her, and ducking low, she kicked his feet from beneath him. The red hair flashed in and out as she moved, circling behind him to lead him away from his victims. As the orc turned Tia noticed blood running slowly down his hip, ‘A knife wound?’ she pondered. Something grabbed both girls’ mouths and they were lifted from the floor. 

“Hush, if you say a word he will see.” A quiet man’s voice whispered. “Take my hand, a friend will take you from this place to safety.” Aria and Tia looked at the gray haired man and took his hand. 

A quiet wave of magic washed over them and suddenly the dark smoky cavern was gone, replaced by sunlight and the peaceful forest. Tia’s eyes hurt, and she squinted as someone handed her a blanket. Aria danced happily and hugged the wood elf handing them blankets. “Kario, is it Robin’s team here for us?” She asked happily. 

“Yes, Aria, you know we had to come find you when your mother called out for heroes to find her most precious daughter.” He kissed her lightly on the cheek. Tia looked around; there were easily 100 women around with blankets wrapped around them. She wondered if she should tell Aria’s friend that she was drunk, however, she imagined that her happiness couldn’t be less without the firewater. All the slaves of the Creacian Mines were here. She boggled the situation, she could not believe that anyone was able to rescue them, let alone all of them. 

“Cover your ears!” Kario shouted out. Tia’s hands were barely over her ears as a rumbling began to rock the ground beneath her feet, as if tried to rip itself asunder. The mountainside to there right growled as if the dragon itself were about to break loose from its cavern depths. Tia’s hands forced hard into her ears and she fell to her knees as the sound became louder. The mountain billowed smoke from its peak that brought a sudden darkness above them. A small wood elf girl took her hand and suddenly the forest was gone and they stood on the beach of a quiet ocean. Aria sat down next to Tia and hugged her tightly. 

Robin and his Posse rescued over a hundred slaves that day, slew a dragon, and became a part of a city’s founding. The city itself, well, that is another tale.





Robin’s Visit With Queen Gabriella

I met a wench in a small tavern on the outskirts of Rafitril; she was a voluptuous creature of great form and breasts that could feed a man for days. Her cheery outlook was only over shadowed by how much she missed her Queen, her “Mistress” as she called her. Her tale of meeting with Robin was difficult to come by, so enraptured was she with her Mistress that this tale was often interrupted with other tales -I shall one day come to tell those as well. Nearly a week of sweet wines and native delicacies I endured to bring you this tale. 

She sat between her Mistress’s legs, licking softly at the wet lips and swollen clit that slowly grew to it’s pinky length. The vague sounds of court being held around her did not distract her from the sucking and fulfilling of her Queen’s needs. The nakedness of her body was of no concern for her either, and the feel of the cool buckle straps against her back, that held the golden plates protecting her Mistress’s knees, gave her wondrous pleasure and comfort. So enraptured was she in the soft purple skin beneath her tongue and lips that she did not realize when her Mistress became irate with the going-ons of her court.

A quiet pop filled the air and Fazi fell face forward onto the cushion in her Mistress’s throne. Her breasts pressed hard against the cool redwood of the framework of a suddenly empty chair. She turned slowly as her Mistress reappeared a few feet across the room, standing at the shoulder of a new comer in a dark robe, and a mysterious presence about him. She held her jeweled dagger that sparkled in the sunlight that flowed down from the high ceiling windows, to the visitor’s neck and whispered something that Fazi could not hear. 

The dark, quiet figure neither moved nor spoke. His obscure manner only interrupted when she yelled and he suddenly betrayed great feats of grace and agility. Suddenly, as if by magic that was unable to be seen by the naked mortal eye, her Mistress was straddled by the dark cloaked figure. A screech echoed from Fazi’s lips and the guards encircled the duo immediately. 

“I may or may not live through this,” a deep voice that spoke like a whisper but echoed firmly through the large chamber. “However, I guarantee you this, My Lady, should I die, it will not be alone.”

Queen Gabriella’s eyes burnt brighter than the fires of Casdilian, her mouth turned into a scowl that usually would mean a head would roll before dawn the next day. Yet the knave seemed not even a tad disturbed nor moved by her anger, he held still the blade at her throat that was her own dagger, and in his other hand he held a rapier high that discouraged the movement of her guards. 

“Not an breath of movement, My Lady,” his voice seemed to get lower. “You threatened me, and I return the favor, but should you wish to attempt another teleport before we have come to terms with this threat I shall have to hurt you.”

“You return here and think you have some hold over me, Child?!” She demanded of him, letting him press the dagger against her throat even harder. “OUT!” she shouted causing him to pull the blade from her throat a bit. “All of you out! Now!” she demanded. Everyone hesitated barely a minute, but none were eager to question the words of their Mistress. They filed from the throne room heads hung low in fear for and of their Queen. 

Fazi, however, did not move. She would have if the Queen had taken notice of her even once, but the orders of the soldiers and other members of the throne room were not meant for her lap dog. Thus the small blonde sat upon her knees and watched her Mistress, wishing every second for her to return to her seat so she might part the soft silken strips that hung between her legs and drink of her sweet nectar. Fazi’s mind wandered but still she noticed through her daydreaming the happenings before her, because they were important, more important than the soft supple skin of her Mistress’s thighs, and vital to her wait was the things that transpired mere feet from where she sat on her knees.

As the door closed behind the subjects it echoed throughout the spacious room, seeming to bounce off the empty chairs and silenced tables. The mysterious figure seemed to just appear standing at the fallen Queen’s side, bowing deeply he put his hand out to her. She refused it and with a pop appeared standing at his side, his hand twisted cruelly behind his back.

“Then we battle,” he spoke sternly and to disappeared. For a moment it was as if no one was in the room, small popping noises broke out from spot to spot and shadows moved incomprehensibly over tables and chairs, toppling furniture, causing candles to flicker and chandeliers to swing. Had Fazi not been familiar with her Mistress’s powers she might have fled the room screaming of hauntings and angered Gods. However, this was not the first time that she had seen this, and she simply watched with longing and hunger to have the battle finished.

Nearly at the same time, that Fazi’s mind thought this a sudden pop behind her brought silky cloth over her face and strong knees about her neck. “Enough!” her strong female voice rang out causing Fazi to flinch. The rogue appeared inches in front of the frightened lap dog. His face was hidden in the darkness of his cloak. “If you permit my Pet to pleasure you, I will hear what it is you have come to speak to me off.”

“You know I cannot do that Gabriella.” He said as sternly as before. Not a movement betrayed any emotion or response to the naked female that knelt wrapped in her Mistress’s legs. Fazi did not move either, and besides the small tremble that had taken to her bottom lip in anticipation of pleasing her Mistress, she seemed unaware of the conversation before her.

“No, it is not that you cannot, Robin, it is that you refuse to allow yourself these pleasures.” She sighed and wrapped her fingers into Fazi’s soft golden hair and pulled her to turn and place her lips into the sweet nectar the girl hungered to taste. “There is no reason while you will not accept it, other than you choice not to.”

Robin turned away a bit. “I concede the point, as I have not come here to discuss what I will or will not do sexually.” His voice had quieted and he seemed to not wish to look at what occurred in the throne seat. Fazi was busy licking slowly up the soft inner thighs, carefully moving the silks that covered her when she stood.

“Robin, I will not change my mind, if you seek my council you will abide by the rules of my court.” She held tightly to her Pet’s hair, pushing her into her sex so the girl might busy herself licking softly the part of her desire that needed the most attention.

“I cannot, why do you test me like this?” he demanded, his voice becoming loud and angered. He stood as if ready to fight, his cloak still hidden the anger that burnt in his brown eyes.

“You may know the ways of a rogue, sweet Robin, but I have known the ways of the body since before you even met me.” She was gently petting Fazi’s hair. “I owe you, that has not changed, but I will not break the rules of my court for one even such as yourself.” Her eyes stared intently into the darkness of the cloak. “If you truly need my council you will abide by the rules you knew you would find upon returning here.”

He stood still, as if staring deeply into the Queen’s soul. The only sound in the room was the quiet sucking noises of Fazi working patiently. A moment passed and the Queen Gabriella rose her hand into the air, a quick snapping noise produced a small brunette, she danced quietly to her Mistress’s side and bowed. Her naked breasts bounced happily and her soft gentle hips rocked back and forth. Gabriella slide her ringed fingers down the girl’s stomach, tickling the soft fur on top of her mound, she pointed to Robin and the girl nodded happily.

Robin sighed defeat, there was little he could do to stop this, he needed her help. Master Uiender had refused to take his place in this undertaking, and it must be done. It was true, Queen Gabriella had a fondness for Robin, ever since he rescued her harem and returned it to her. He was grateful that she did not call for her entourage to return to the throne room, but he did not take pleasure that she would send her harem to entertain him. 

Queen Gabriella pulled her pet from between her legs and stood. She went to the small lounge and lay across its velvet length. Fazi knew immediately what was required of her, this meant she was wanted to watch the entertainment put before her while administering to the needs of her Mistress’s muscles. She stood to one side and began to work slowly over the tight muscles that layered her Queen’s back, her eyes casually watching as Dai pulled a soft reclining chair to sit behind Robin. 

It was the duty of all the pets the Mistress kept to learn and watch, for they would not spend their entire lifetime in her servitude. Ultimately the goal was to teach them to enjoy sex, and to find them someone to please and bring a family into their kingdom. Fazi was not completely thrilled at the thought of leaving her Mistress, but was aware of this truth and accepted it as best she could.

Dai’s soft small fingers slid lightly over the seam of the cloak that lined Robin’s face, her hips moved charmingly against his side, and her naked breasts brushed his arm as she moved. The cloak slide down onto his back and his soft features came into view. He was handsome, his chin-line strong and commanding, his deep brown eyes set and as mysterious as the cloak he wore to hide himself. Soft brown curls sparkled with red highlights encircling his face. 

Fazi felt her Mistress’s gentle orgasm just at the sight of him. She smiled and worked at kneading the muscles in her lower back. “Speak, Sir Robin.” she said quietly. “Tell me why you come to seek my council.”

The girl’s silky fingers played softly over his chin as she deftly removed the clasp that held his cloak around his shoulders. It fell to the floor silently, no more sound than falling leaves in autumn. “I seek information,” his voice was quiet, as if he refrained from any response, neither physical nor emotional. “In regards to Ora Cormasive Dragilistre.” 

Muscles tightened hard as stone beneath Fazi’s fingers, and she feared that Robin had offended her Mistress, but she did not jump from her comfortable place, nor did she stop Fazi from her work. “Exactly why do you seek this information.” Her voice was controlled; but had Robin not been distracted by the velvet lips exploring gently down his neck and shoulders as Dai’s small fingers tickled over his chest removing his shirt; he might have realized the dangerous ground he was about to stomp upon.

“His magic has become of necessary interest to myself and the members of my party.” He answered as he tried not to gasp at the lips that softly encircled his nipple and sucked it into her warm wet mouth.

“The mutterings of a madman should be of no concern to any that have not suffered his ill sorcery.” The Queen hid well her anger, and while Fazi had never seen quite this response to a request for information, this was the game she played with most that came before her court. Often was how she sent the beautiful women of her harem home with men to build families and further her power. 

“I,” Robin gasped as Dai’s lips slid gently over his belly button and her fingers dropped his belt and pants to the floor. “I feel, that it best left unexplained, Gabriella.” He answered letting his fingers drift into the soft golden hair. “You do this to distract me from the point.” He whispered. Fingers drew light circles over his thighs tickling. 

“There is not much information I can share with you regarding that Sorcerer, Robin, unless,” she paused as Dai careful pushed Robin into the seat and began to use her tongue to carefully explore every inch of flesh that had laid hidden beneath his pants. 

Robin saw the hardness that responded eagerly to the touches of this beautiful woman, the sight of it making him even hungrier to fulfill desires long put aside for more necessary objectives. Her legs spread gradually and she straddled his knee pressing her soft, warm, wetness against his knee. She began to move back and forth in rhythm with her fingers over his hard cock. “Unless, what?” His voice became unable to hide the excitement he was desperately trying to fight. “Why are you toying with me, Gabriella?” He gasped loudly as the fingers that stroked his hardness slid under and grasped his soft sacks beneath. The smell of sex was finally getting to him, driving him beyond understanding and he was losing any interest in the conversation at hand. 

Dai stood and gently straddled his legs; her legs spread far and wide to permit her to stand over his hardness as he watched her slowly lower herself over him. His eyes watched and his hands grasped tightly to her hips as she slowly began to push her wetness over him. The head of his cock encountered a warmth that nearly burnt, but at the same time was soft wetness that flooded his entire being with desire, he felt as if he would explode at any moment. Dai seemed to suspect this, her fingers pushed down between them and blocked Robin’s view, a soft pinch to his inner thigh caused him to gasp and the orgasm stopped. He frowned at her a moment, wanting to become angry, but Gabriella was speaking again.

“You have not told me why it is so important that Sir Robin and his mighty band of heroes has need for this information.” She spoke; marveling at the control Dai had over Robin already. She sensed something that was not right here, she could not quite put her finger on it, but she knew something was not as it should be. 

Robin was instantly distracted again, the wetness was slowly dripping down over his hardness, this girl seemed to be wetter than anything he had imagined. Her hips betrayed his hold on them and moved seductively over him, allowing just the tip to ever touch any part of her. His eyes stared intently at the object that teased him. “It is a very personal matter,” he whispered as an afterthought, never pulling his eyes from Dai’s pussy. “I would tell you,” a smile played across his face. “But then I would have to kill you.” 

Paying no attention to the conversation at hand, Dai chose that very moment to press the full length of his hard waiting cock into her. Pushing down hard and causing him to groan loudly as the hot wetness encompassed him, wrapping soft velvet muscles tightly around his throbbing hardness, and pressing him in until her bottom pressed against his silken sacks. The suddenness brought him to immediate orgasm, he shot her full, his hands holding tightly to her hips as he thrust up against her, his cock jumping in her and causing her to gasp uncontrollably. She giggled lightly to herself as she watched his eyes roll into the back of his head. The Mistress had not warned her this was a virgin. She giggled again to herself and planted soft kisses down the front of his neck.

Gabriella had sat straight up, there was one possibility, not another existed. “Out, both of you.” she said to the girls who stopped and stared mouths agape at their Mistress. “Go, your assistance is not needed my Pets.”

“Yes, Mistress,” they both chimed, with little pouts. Fazi was most distraught at being sent from her Mistress’s side, longingly she watched Queen Gabriella take Robin into her arms, planting soft kisses down his check by his ear. She sat in his lap and whispered, the girls stepped through the door and quietly closed it behind them. 

That was the end of the tale that Fazi could tell me, currently married to the successful innkeeper here. Her tales often impressed the patrons and had brought quite a bit of steady business to this otherwise quiet part of town. Fazi said there was no more of the tale she could tell, her Mistress would call her later that evening back to her place as lap dog, and Robin had left before that.

After hearing this tale, I became curious of some of my findings. Next I will travel a bit closer to the places that Robin LaRouge himself has recently visited; I feel there is something missing, some secret mission hidden amongst the travels. I shall write again from Tarika’s Keep, for I have heard that Robin and his crew was seen there last. 



Robin LaRouge's Posse



The small wood elf awoke to find that she lay on a soft bed, something akin to silk she figured, but she was chained, unable to move, and by some magic unable to cast. A frown found it's way to her lips.

"It is only for your safety, little one." The gruff voice spoke from the corner. "There are other things in my home that are not like me, and to them you are a small snack that will hold them over until some other creature should find themselves lost in the catacombs."

A tremble overtook her body as the memories of why she came to be asleep flooded back through her. She pulled weakly at the chains knowing what would come next, dreading it, or worse, wanting it. 

He stood and walked from his dark corner to her. Slowly large fingers explored down her naked body and paused over her belly button. She stared at his fingers, in anticipation he felt, and drove one softly into her belly button. A gasp escaped her lips and her back arched of it's own free will. 

"Will you scream for me again, pretty?" He whispered as his tongue found it's way to her ear. His fingers were now buried in her soft folds searching for the place he wished to fill again. "And cum for me, little one." He said driving his finger into her. 

A scream broke from her lips, and her hips pressed up against him. Her anger desperately tried to overcome the warmth that engulfed her. Her face flushed again as his palm pressed against her swollen clit. A tremor slowly began to overcome her and he lips sucked a nipple deep into his mouth. She tugged on the chains that bound her to the bed to no avail. 

The light tremors that rocked over her body made his hunger build faster. Her wetness still overflowed from his last attempts and it became obvious his wait this time would be short. Pressing his finger deep into her she shuddered with ecstacy and he pulled her legs up by her head. Climbing onto the bed he took his hard cock into his hands and smiled at her frightened eyes.

"Next time, sweetness, next time I will give you more time to prepare." He pressed his hard cock deep into her, one hand holding her ankles and his other softly circling her clit. His grunt was low and he closed his eyes as she screamed. The screams made the conquer so much more sweet. He wondered if she could handle his largeness in her ass too, but knew he would have to wait to explore such possibilities. 

His eyes closed as he pumped hard into her, he released her ankles and lay across her small form nearly suffocating her as his thrusting became fast and hard. His grunts nearly blocking out the sound of her screams as he drove deeper into her. He felt the swelling of his cock with each new thrust and she cam beneath him driving him over the edge. 

Pleasure erupted through him, but something on the edge of his hearing told him something was wrong. She was breathing beneath him, he had not smothered her, what was it he heard? He pressed into her again enjoying the sweet softness that wrapped around his shrinking cock. As the pleasure filled him again it was interrupted by a sharp pain that cut into his lower back.

Tumbling off of his pet he tried to come to his feet, but another bout of pain cut into the side of his neck. With a cry he tried to see the culprit that attacked him. He never laid eyes on the dark form that brought yet another sharp pain to his back. His knees buckled beneath him and dropped him lifeless to the cold hard floor of his home. 

The small wood elf watched the dark figure lean over and exam his handy work. "Everine, I fear you enjoyed this much more than you would like to admit." He said without looking up.

"Hmm, well, did you enjoy taking so long to ‘rescue' me?" She asked breathlessly.

"Answering a question with a question?" He asked standing up and quietly drinking in the beauty of her naked body. "If you didn't so badly need a bath I would say I had you right where I wanted you." His grin was sheer sarcasm and he made no move to free her. "Besides, my dear, it's all in the timing." His wide smile glowed in the darkness of the room.

A shimmer filled the room next to them and a green robed mage stood in the corner that was once dark. "Hmmm, I miss all the good stuff." He muttered assessing the situation with a single glance. Robin reached over and released her hands from the chains as the mage tossed a back pack onto the bed. "Dress, Everine, and let's see what today's work has brought us." He smiled happily and began summoning the rest of their party as she pulled on her armor. 

Mistress Demuire

In the city of Qestro, famed Robin LaRouge has a famous supporter. The Enchantress - Mistress Demuire. It is rumored that she takes Robin out dancing every time he comes to town. It is also recorded that his band of men are the only ones she trusts to ship her more treasured scrolls to the Great Library. 

So indebted is she (as most of the rumors go) that many short tales have sprung up over the circumstances that have brought this to be. Very many of these tales are the love story of Mistress and Master Demuire. Many of the tales are far too tame, so I have compiled all that I could find (some more delicious than others) and bring you what I feel is more to the truth of what occurred. 

(A little known secret -for your ears only of course- Master Demuire is one of Robin LaRouge’s stepbrothers. How this came to be is another story for another day.) 


Mistress Demuire sat frowning at her spellbook, it seemed it should be much easier to put this to quill and paper. How was she ever to finish her work for the Great Library if it should take this long to put these spells to paper? Not even to mention that the errand boy she had sent for more ink was taking far longer than a walk across town should merit. 

At that precise moment her errand boy flew into the room, his excitement overwhelming his usual worship of his mistress. "Mistress, it's the most amazing thing!" He shouted, tossing himself to the floor as he attempted to remember his manners and kneel before her when he entered her presence. "There is a Master Mage in town, he is rumored to be coming here to met you in person. They are saying that he is renowned across the entire southern cities and beyond!" He breathed heavily trying to catch his breath.

"And his name?" She asked perturbed over the excitement of some nameless infiltrator to her home town. 

"I believe it was Master Uiender, Mistress," he spoke more quietly, lowering his eyes to the floor at her obvious irritation.

"I see," she said looking back to her work. "Have you brought me the ink I required?"

"Yes, Mistress." He handed her the brown bag that he had stashed in his vest pocket. 

"Well, if this Master is so spectacular, then I do suppose you should busy yourself finding the maids and getting the place prepared for him." Her hand waved him towards the door in dismissal. "As for myself, I do have much more pressing matters."

She knew the name of the mage, but it was of no importance, he was not of her guild and she would not let such interruptions prevent her from completing the job at hand. For such famed casters to visit her was not at all unexpected, and this one was of the least importance. 

The sun was setting as she finished the final scroll and carefully sealed it with her ring. Enchantments were best completed before the sun had found it's way down from the heavens. She set aside the quill and ink and brought the small chest to the table to prepare it for shipping. 

Carefully she set each of the scrolls into the chest and sealed it shut. A charm placed on the lock would prevent it from being opened by any but the intended recipient. As she set the chest onto the shelf a quiet knock sounded at her office door. 

"It's about time," she muttered. "Enter," she called to the door and sat comfortably into the settee.

Her errand boy entered and knelt before her. "Mistress, a message boy has just arrived for you."

"Very good, send him in." She said, busily smoothing down her purple robes to hide the anger that this mage would send an errand boy instead of come to present himself to her.

A dark cloaked figure entered behind her servant, and though her servant elbowed him, the newcomer neither knelt nor bowed before her grace. Instead he spoke quickly as if he had some place else he wished to be. 

A scroll rolled out from between the dark figures fingers. 

"My Lady, I formally request your presence at the Chateau Regale for a midday meal on the morrow. We will be dining on the veranda so please wear something light. Our business is of utmost importance and shall take little of your time. Signed, Master Uiender." 

His cloak smacked gently as he clicked his feet together in some sort of salute and walked straight back from the room without further to-do. 

Mistress Demuire was appalled. Her mouth stood agape as he walked from the room and she considered any number of things to do to this vagabond that dared disrespect her in her own home. But before she could even come to her feet he was long gone. Even her errand boy stood frozen in the doorway, astounded.

She did not sleep that night, storming endlessly through the rooms of her bedchamber, she did not call her usual gathering of the household to assign new chores, and she did not demand her errand boy to sit by her bed and read from the local paper. Anger at the way this Master came into her town and ordered her about seethed at her soul. She considered what she might say to him, she even thought more than once of refusing to appear at his appointment. 

Sunlight streamed in across her closed eyelids as the boy opened the curtains. "It is nearly time for your meeting, Mistress." He spoke softly aware of her distress. 

"Yes, I do suppose it is." She muttered and stood for him to undress her. His fingers worked deftly over her ties and buttons, and she did not take the usual pleasure of watching his quiet gasps of pleasure as each section of her pale skin was revealed. 

He went to the closet and pulled light garments from them to dress her in. He was careful to pick clothes that complimented her light brown hair and green eyes. Her figure was magnificent in any of the things that filled her closet, but this outfit he so enjoyed to dress her in. 

Mistress Demuire paid no heed to what he did, her teeth bit into her bottom lip as she considered yet again the ramifications of not presenting herself to the arrogant snob that ordered her to appointments and did not request them. 

Fingers worked delicately over the fastenings of the silk undergarments. His eyes never left his work as his fingers came within a hair's breath of her fair skin. She snapped if it tickled, and snapped if he was too rough, and snapped in general if he appeared to take too much pleasure in her naked body as he dressed or undressed her. Still, he found great pleasure in this one indecency she permitted him. 

More than once the other servants of her house had whispered to him of why she would allow a male servant this duty. He always frowned and acted is if it was a chore that did not please him. He told them of her complaints, and of the difficulty in doing this for such a particular woman. Many rumors of his sexual preferences lingered in the servant's quarters, but he did not let them bother him. To him it was an honor that she held this trust for him. Besides, he had other things on his mind that entertained him while he dressed her, that were far more fascinating than the rumors of his peers.

Grumbling she caught her robe in her hands and pulled them from him as he finished the last lace of her favorite sandals. "I am out of time and I am not pleased that we must do this. You are coming with me. Follow." She announced and straight back headed for the door. 

He followed, as always, three steps behind. His duty to prevent any harm to come to her, but truly she wanted him there in case she should decide she needed something from a shop or vendor. She also would wait at doors for him to open them, seats to be swept of any dust that might be where she wished to sit, and anyone detaining her would be immediately referred to him. 

They reached the Chateau Regale and once at the door he announced the presence of Mistress Demuire. They were lead upstairs to the Mage's quarters. He sat at a table surrounded by blooming flowers and vines, and the cloaked man that had brought the message the night before stood to his right as if a statue. Still nothing of this dark figure was available to know who or what he was about. It unnerved Mistress Demuire a bit to see him cloaked and mysterious even here. 

Master Uiender eyed her up and down, no effort to hide the inspection. "Be seated, My Lady." He spoke with a deep voice that fit well with his greying hair and soft wrinkles that formed around his eyes and mouth.

It was quite a challenge for her not to voice her opinions on his failure to use her respected title. Somehow she managed to approach the wicker table and sit herself on the chair across from him. Her errand boy took up his usual position behind her chair and she took some comfort in that. 

The mage made small talk that she barely heard, she nodded and answered matter-of-factly to most of it. A frown settling notably into her forehead. Why had she come? She wondered to herself.

"My Lady," Uiender spoke scoldingly. "You have touched none of the quaint finger sandwiches, nor have you sipped at your tea." He leaned back into his chair carefully checking his grey and silver robe for crumbs. He turned to his message boy that stood beside him and waved his hand as to dismiss him. The man quietly stepped to the door and motioned her errand boy to follow. 

"No!" Mistress Demuire spoke a bit too quickly and loudly. With a gently cough she continued. "I wish him to stay with me." 

"I would hardly consider him to be much assistance should any danger befall you here, My Lady." The mage grinned at her. 

"He is not here for assistance in that manner." No other excuses as to why she would keep this boy at her side would come to her.

"He is what? 16? How old are you young sir?" He asked leaning over the table inquisitively.

"I am 25, Master Uiender." Her errand boy answered a bit perturbed at the insinuation that he was just a mere child. 

"Ah, yes, well that too, is still a bit young. Your name, young sir?"

"My name is Derrick, Derrick Offinis; Master Uiender." He was in no mood for this and did not wish to leave his Mistress's side. He hoped these questions would give her time to find a reason to keep him on the veranda with them. He looked out of the side of his eye to see the other servant still standing at the door waiting for him.

"Very good, Derrick, Derrick Offinis; young Sir. I humbly request a moment in private with your Mistress. Do you feel that I will bring any harm to her in the few moments you shall stand in the hall with Sir Robin?" 

He stared first at the silken hood that covered the brunette locks on his Mistress's head to the bright brown eyes that smiled at him from across the table. Then he looked over at the dark cloaked figure that waited for him at the doorway. He wondered if more harm would befall him by entering the hallway than he could ever fear in here with this aging mage. "It is not my decision, Master Uiender. I shall abide by the wishes of my Mistress." He finally spoke.

She had been staring endlessly at the eyes of the mage as they spoke. Something in her was both warning her to keep her errand boy here and begging her to send him away. The thoughts tore at her. She paused and bit lightly into her bottom lip. No sound came from her and so the mage spoke again.

"It is your call, Mistress Demuire." He leaned back in his chair as if resolved to wait it out. "Shall he go and we might get on with business, or does he stay and we continue the small talk until you overcome your fear of me?"

Her eyes burned with an angry fire at his words. "I do not fear you or anyone else, Master Uiender.". She waved her hand at her errand boy, "You may step out,". Her eyes locked on to the elder eyes that stared her down and she did not see the scowl that produced near stamping from her servant.

As the door closed behind the two she spoke up. "You dare challenge me, mage?!"

"Oh, little one, it is not at all a challenge." He lifted his tea to his lips indifferently sipping on it. "However, I have more grown up matters and more private matters to discuss with you."

She balled her fists into her robe. "I am not certain that I wish to discuss further matters with an insolent lowly mage!" Venom dripped from her voice as she spoke. 

He watched her closely as he reached into his robe pulling forth a long clay pipe that seemed to sport a small carved drakeling for a bowl. A small flame sprouted in it for just a moment and he took a slow drag off it and breathed out as he spoke. "I shall allow you that one error, My Lady." He took another slow drag from the pipe as he watched her anger try to consume her. "The next mistake, however, shall require me to take you over my knee and spank that little tight ass of yours."

She stood to her feet so quickly she nearly toppled the small wicker chair. "How dare you!" She spoke outraged at the presumption that he could spank her. As if she were some small child that had stolen a cookie from the local bakery. Enough was enough, she raised both hands in the air to cast on him. Suddenly something lifted her from the ground and then set her down roughly into her chair, and rooted her feet to the veranda floor.

"I would not presume to think you will enjoy what comes next if you should continue that incantation, My Lady." he spoke calmly sipping his tea again. "However," he leaned back into his chair enjoying the redness of her face, "if you enjoy that sort of thing I would be happy to grant you that pleasure."

"I never!" She shouted angrily at him. Her fists clenching her robe so tightly that her knuckles turned white with frustration.

"Yes, I am sure you never. It is rumored that Mistress Demuire is the most renowned of all Ice Queens in this part." He tapped the end of his pipe as he continued. "It is one of the reasons I have come here. To find out if it is true that you have ‘never'." He smiled gently at her. "But, only one of two reasons."

"I think that is none of your business," she muttered through clenched teeth.

"Yes, I imagine that it is not my business." He smiled, tapping his pipe again as if the paiha weeds that sat in it smoldering were being difficult. "However, I still wish to know." He looked up at her and paused so she might find her way past her anger to take a breath. Without changing from the mere conversational mood, continued "If the Mighty Enchantress, Mistress Demuire, has ever felt a hard cock thrust deep into her wet pussy."

She didn't notice the careful way he watched her reaction. Her anger causing her face to redden almost as bright as Sand Verbana in full bloom. 

"I will not discuss this with you." She muttered and looked at the floor purposefully. She knew the roots would wear off soon, and she wondered if she should challenge this immoral, pervert of a man. 

Lost in her thoughts of maiming him, or torturing him, she did not notice him step from his chair to stand beside her. He however did notice the slight rise in her breasts at the conversation, and the way her nipples stood out slightly through her leather vest. 

"You won't hurt me, My Lady." He said leaning over her, watching her face flush at the closeness of his face to hers. "However much you wish too." His finger touched under her chin and lifted her face to peer into her eyes. "You are dismissed, and should you wish to continue this conversation later; or discuss the safety of your precious cargo that ships out this weekend; I shall be here for at least one more day." At that he walked purposefully through the far door never looking back.




Robin LaRouge's Posse



Her lips were dry and she stared at the tea on the table. It would not be befitting her to step out and let her servant see her in this state. He had almost kissed her, she thought. Her fingers trembled lightly over the cup as she brought the chilled tea to her lips. The anger somehow misplaced as she dealt with a new emotion that crawled under her skin and threatened to consume her. Passion.

Mistress Demuire strolled with her usual confidence down the street, but any watching were well aware that this was not usual, her errand boy was not three steps behind her. She had ordered him to scrub the office floors and the bedchamber walls. Hoping to give him enough to do to keep him too busy to think too much of why she would leave without him. 

Her footsteps brought her quickly up the stairs to Master Uiender's room and she stood staring blankly at the door for a moment. Two things stuck in her mind. Did she know how to knock on the door? It had been quite some time since she had done that for herself. What should she say when the door was answered? And she wondered yet again why she was here, and why without her servant. 

Slowly she raised her hand to the door and gently gave it three little taps. Maybe no one would hear it, maybe she could return home and say there had been no one here. Maybe that is not exactly what she wanted to do. Before she could think of anymore she heard a voice telling her to come in.

Her fingers and palm were trembling softly as she grasped the door handle, she hoped her fingers were not too clammy to turn the knob and do as she had been asked. The door came open quite easily though and she took a small step onto the soft rug that covered the apartment floor. 

The mage sat across the room lounging in an easy chair, the vagabond standing behind him next to the fire place. The mage smiled gently at her as she entered the room. "I see you have returned, My Lady." He said waving her to the small sofa beside his table. As she sat he put his book on the table and took his pipe from his lips and looked her up and down.

A gentle blush took immediately to her cheeks, and she crossed her legs under her as she sat. Her ensemble was something she had picked from her closet. Something she knew that her servant would have picked for her if he wanted her to look her prettiest for casual picnic, something slightly revealing. 

The gentle green silk sleeves of the blouse were completely see through, while the vest carefully covered the more important things that any proper lady kept from public view. It left a small opening at her belly that only the see through shirt covered and tucked into her belt. The dress was two part, the first being of the same silk that made up the blouse and hung to her ankles in the strips that opened as she walked. The top was the same leather material as the vest and carefully laid over the parts that again, any proper lady kept hidden from curious viewers. Her sandals were the same leather again, softly tied with silk to her ankles. 

Uiender grinned happily at her outfit. Nice, he thought; she might be exactly what he expected of her. But he spoke nothing at first. Just watched as her eyes stared intently at the floor and pinkness of her cheeks increased. 

"My Lady does me a great honor in her appearance. Has any other old mages had the pleasure of seeing you so scantily dressed?" 

His hand took her's slowly to his lips and he kissed her fingertips, enjoying the soft tremble that shook through her. His lips lingered a bit too long, he needed to know how serious she really was, and how much of what she wanted was true. "Have you come to learn or to listen?" He asked setting her hand back onto her lap and patting it gently.

Her eyes looked up at him nearly blankly. For a moment she did not know what he meant, nor how to answer what she thought he asked. Wringing her fingers lightly in her lap she said nothing.

"I think you are ready to learn, but I think you will listen first to what I have to offer. Later, if you have been well behaved through it, I will give you the information you need." He stood and walked pointedly to the straight back chair across from her. He leaned his elbows onto his knees and stared deep into her eyes as he began to speak.

"You are an Ice Queen, content in ruling your little world with an iron fist. You receive immense pleasure from ordering around people whose names and lives you know nothing about." Outrage crossed her face and he rose his hand to stop the words that wanted to flow from her gaping lips. "However, somewhere inside you, you long to receive punishment for your behavior, long to know the restraints of a master that can conquer and control you as you do others." 

Now her feet hit the floor with a thump. Why had she come here?! She demanded of herself. To hear this rubbish?!

"You WILL remain seated, My Lady." He said with dire seriousness echoed in his eyes. She froze and realized that as she had gone to stand, the vagabond message boy and the earth elemental stood on either side of her. "You will also remain quiet, and you will receive everything you came here today to gain." 

No words escaped her open mouth as she tried desperately to assess the situation she had placed herself into. Was this what she had come here for? It was not what she had envisioned, but what exactly had she envisioned? His words struck too close to home, they were not what she wanted to hear at all.

He smiled, giving her a minute to analyze her situation. "Now, we will begin. No more chatter about the why, or the how. Well shall simply head straight to the point. Remove your vest." He said it with such straight forwardness that at first she had no clue what he had spoken. Her fingers grasped tightly into the cushions of the soft sofa she sat on. 

"Remove your vest. Slide your little fingers into the laces and pull them lose, My Lady." He spoke slowly and clearly so as not to lose her in any single word. Her green eyes stared angrily at him for a moment and she did not move to comply. "Do it or I shall have it ripped from you in such a way that it will be unrepairable." His voice held no hint of sympathy for her anger. She glanced at the vagabond standing next to her, he appeared to be looking at the mage, but through his hooded cloak who could even be sure. Her eyes trailed over to the pet the mage had summoned to help contain her; it too appeared to look at the mage. "Now!" He ordered, causing her to jump a bit.

Reluctantly she took her hands from the sofa and brought them to the laces. She moved slowly trying to decide if what she did was wiser than refusing him. Her eyes watched his for some sign that he was enjoying this, but his expression was that of a professor as he taught his class, nothing to read that this was any different from a lesson in magic she might have gotten from any number of their peers. In frustration she watched her fingers instead. Slowly pulling lose each lace from the other. As she pulled the last lace lose she looked back up at him again. 

"Off." Was all he spoke and she pulled it slowly from her shoulders. Her nipples rubbed gently against the silky blouse in their freedom. Much to her dismay they were hard and stuck up against the material quite eagerly. 

"You may cover your breasts with your hands." He said smiling at her. "However, you must keep your hands moving in small circles." Her hands had already pushed over her breasts, they were a bit smaller than the fullness of what they tried to cover, and she frowned at the condition to which he placed on this. The vagabond fidgeted a bit and she decided that moving coverage was better than none at all. 

"Separate your knees, My Lady, and pull your bottom to the edge of the seat." He ordered, sitting back comfortably in his chair. 

This time she stopped and gave him a glaring look. "No." She said firmly.

"I shall give you a moment to reconsider your decision," he said as if to give fairness to what they did. "However, I will also take this time to allow you to understand that ‘No' answers result in my reddening your ass. If you are sure that you are somehow being hurt by any of this, I will require you to speak the reasons, and we shall address them."

She opened her mouth to speak but found no words there. 

"And you will continue to move your hands in a circular fashion over your breasts while you consider this matter." He ordered.

When her hands moved slowly over her breasts but she had still not spoken, he leaned forward and spoke again. "Separate your knees, My Lady, and air out that frigid hidden space of yours." He said with a touch of cruelness in his voice.

"No." she answered and immediately regretted it. The earth elemental grabbed one of her wrists and the vagabond grabbed the other and pulled her roughly to the mage and dropped her to the floor. 

"Then you wish me to redden your bottom." Sitting back in his chair he slapped his leg for her to come to him. "Lay over my lap and accept your spanking like a lady."

"No," was the only words that even entered her head and as she spoke them she realized she might not wish to say that again. 

"That is two, My Lady." He slapped his thigh again. "Or shall we make it three for failure to respond in a timely manner?"

She slowly got to her feet, not sure what was overcoming her. Her senses did not seem themselves. Unknowing what would happen should she refuse any longer, she went to him and let him lay her across his lap. His hand laid gently on her bottom. "You are doing fairly well, My Lady." His hand rose from her bottom and came down with a robust crack. "However, next time," his hand rose and fell over her bottom again, this time bringing a cry from her lips. "You shall receive your spankings on a bare bottom." He rubbed her bottom softly as she regained her composure and stood her back up. 

Her fingers rubbed her eyes lightly to remove any sign of the tears that had almost fallen. "Return to your seat and continue where we left off."

Reluctantly she obeyed. Once in her seat she pulled herself to the very edge and parted her knees slightly. As her hands returned to their duty on her breasts he spoke again.

"Spread your knees wider, and press your hands less firmly against your breasts. Your palms should softly rub over your hard nipples." She glared at him but complied. As her knees spread wider the skirt fell softly between her legs, but even that was not enough to prevent the soft smell of her sex from flowing gently into the room. Her face reddened and she was nearly tempted to challenge him again. 

He waited just another moment to see if her nerve would come to her. When it did not, he gave the next command. "Stand up," when she did not immediately move he frowned purposefully at her. "I think we have been over this, My Lady. Stand up." She looked at him for a moment but then did as he commanded. 

Her hands hung loosely at her sides. He scratched his beard, as if considering what he would have her do next. "Remove your belt and your overskirt." He finally said. When she failed to respond again he looked at her sternly. "I will not ask you twice again, My Lady."

She placed her hands on her belt, loosening it, she let it drop to the floor, and pulling one button lose the skirt followed. She made no attempt to cover the see through underskirt that revealed her g-string covering precious little of her womanhood.

"Sit on the floor, and pull your knees up to your chest, you must keep your legs apart and lean your back against the sofa." He paused for a moment and looked purposefully at the vagabond that stood to her right. "If you feel that you can behave, I will send out Sir Robin. However, the pet will stay for good measure."

Nodding she sat on the floor as he instructed. He waved his hand at the servant who left swiftly through the front door. As soon as the door had closed she spread her legs wide. Some part of her enjoyed this far more than she ever wanted to admit. A spark of warmth had found it's way into her middle and her desire to follow the commands of this mage tore at sensibilities. Her hands held the light material between her legs as she waited for his next words.

"Pull up your skirt, up to your waist, you hide nothing I have not seen before." His voice light. "Gently pinch one of your nipples between your thumb and finger and roll it." 

A little gasp escaped her lips as she complied. Her nipples growing even harder as she did it. The mage moved a bit in his chair to make himself more comfortable, but she did not notice. His own hunger nearly broke him from the job at hand, but he was a professional. Duty before pleasure. 

"Suck your index finger into your mouth and get it nice and wet." She did, her eyes closed as the warmth began to climb slowly up her stomach. Her legs bounced slightly and he smiled. Her smell permeated the room, and had she been more aware she would have seen through the one illusion that rested in the room, but her need drove her beyond that realization.

"Slide your finger between your legs, into the wetness that soaks through your panties." Her head laid back onto the small sofa as the wetness soaked over her finger. Little gasps of pleasure leaving her lips. "Rub small circles into your clit, gently." He spoke and rose his hand in a sign of patience to the movement in the corner chair. 

She trembled softly as her fingers explored her inner lips, feeling the warmth and the wetness grow at her every touch. She forgot to listen for more commands, her other hand working slowly over her breasts, each touch increasing the loudness of her gasps. Minutes of quiet ecstacy overtook her, she did not care that the mage watched, she nearly enjoyed as much her silent audience as the immense pleasure the touching brought. As her fingers began to move more rapidly Uiender realized it was time for the next step. 

A silent wave of his hand released the illusion that surrounded the man in the corner. Derrick stood up slowly, they had discussed some of this, but watching it had made him far more desperate to live out his fantasies than he thought possible. Uiender waved the errand boy to stand before his Mistress.

Derrick stood before her, "Treddi," his voice a whisper. She responded to her first name with a loud gasp and her eyes opened burning with the hunger that was now a wave of ecstacy waiting to overcome her. 

"Derrick," her voice quiet and needy. Her fingers did not pause, it was as if she could not stop them had she wanted to.

"Show him your wetness, show him the one part of your body he has not had the pleasure of viewing. What ever he asks of you, you will give him." He spoke quietly, almost as if a voice from the shadows.

Both hands slide down between her legs now, her legs spread out more showing the g-string soaked with her wetness. Her fingers dripped as she spread her lips open for him to see. Derrick knew he would have trouble with what came next. His hardness ached painfully against his leggings, begging to be set free to explore the marvelous sight that he beheld.

Master Uiender had spent weeks preparing him for this moment. Explaining to him the mind of Mistress Demuire. He wanted all that he could have, and this was the way he would learn. He knelt before her, her scent permeating his entire being. 

"Tell her what you want from her, Derrick." The mage's voice a silent whisper in his head. Nothing seemed to exist besides his Mistress, but he heard the voice anyway. His hand reached out gently for hers, and she did not resist as his fingers lingered lightly over the soft swollen clit that her fingers explored as he watched. 

"Derrick," she whispered again, unable to bring the hunger to words. Her hand grasped tightly in his followed him back to the buckle on his belt. Their eyes met and he beheld the sight he had longed for these past 5 years. He was no longer a child in her eyes, he was a man. Yearning and need softened her eyes. No longer did she hold the control of her whole world, now she searched for release, hunger to succumb to the pleasures that engulfed her. 

"Take off my belt, Tre." He told her quietly and she did without objection. His fingers moved between her legs and took over the soft exploration her fingers had abandoned. Slowly, bringing a faint gasp, he pulled lose the string of her g-string and it fell to the floor. 

As her fingers dropped the belt to the floor and undid his leggings his voice gained confidence. His manhood freed, he wrapped one hand lightly into the brown locks that fell over her face. "Tre, I want to feel your soft lips." He leaned over kissing her softly. "On my cock." He whispered. Her gasp of pleasure made his hardness jump. Her fingers grasped him as her lips pressed down to plant little kisses over the tip.

The moan that escaped his lips as he tried to keep his composure urged her on. Her tongue slowly drifted down the length of his hardness and a hidden desire to fulfill his every wish crept up from the hidden recess of her soul. She wanted him to demand of her anything, everything. His fingers held tightly to her hair, nearly painfully, but she did not squirm, she didn't want him to let go. 

He had not known of her secret love, of her secret desire to be claimed. Even now, with her hands carefully exploring every inch of his manhood, he was not completely aware of the intense pleasure this brought her. His mind focused on keeping control over the part of his body that wished to lose itself in the satiny touch of her lips and fingers. 

She grasped tightly to him, holding his hips as she wrapped her lips around his rigid manhood and sucked it deeply into her mouth. 

Suddenly his hands tugged her head up. Derrick's eyes struggling to keep control of the situation. Submissively, she whispered. "Do I displease you, My Lord." His hands grasped her waist tightly and pulled her to him. A smile danced in his eyes, never once thinking he would hear those words uttered from her lips. With a hunger that she knew would bring her over the edge again, he set her onto his lap. Her tender folds pressing against him, bringing a wave of ecstacy that nearly brought tears to her eyes. 

"Oh, you don't displease me." He pulled her closer, her legs wrapping around his hips, her warmth pressing roughly on his throbbing manhood. "Should you displease me, My Love, I would spank your pretty bottom." 

Her squeal of delight seemed to lighten the whole world around him, as if he sat basking in the spring sun. His hands gently moved her hips over him, sliding her wetness across him, it soaked down between his legs and he moaned. "I want you to ride my cock. Press your sweetness over me," his voice barely a whisper, "hurry, before you miss your reward." 

A soft squeal escaped her again, begging for fulfillment, to feel him pressed deep within her when his need overcame him. She slide her hand between her legs and grasped him tightly, aiming quickly and suddenly thrusting down on him. 

In the heat of their lovemaking they did not notice the mage had left. Wrapped completely in each other. Derrick's need overwhelmed him at the soft delectable skin that encompassed his manhood, sliding over it again and again. Knowing he could do it again, and that she would enjoy other means of pleasure as well, he pulled her down on him faster. 

Moaning heavily her fingernails bite into his shoulders. She could not recall a time when she had wanted or needed this more. It had been awhile, a very long while since she had allowed any of this sort of pleasure into her life. He grew in her, she wanted him to cum deep in her. Her only thought was the feel of his orgasm shooting into her, filling her with the fevered ecstacy. As his hands pulled her faster she let out a scream of pleasure. 

Morning would find them wrapped in each other's arms. Gentle sunlight streaming onto them through the crack in mauve drapes that she would not have put in even her least visited room. Master Uiender visited them after a time, with breakfast in bed. The three talked the day away. At the end of their discussions it was decided that Sir Robin LaRouge would personally insure that her scrolls arrived safely to the Great Library, and that Mistress Demuire and Master Uiender would need to collaborate on a few new spells that would bring insight to both their guilds.