6 comments/ 14555 views/ 14 favorites The Adventures of Bard Ch. 01 By: Sad_Magic Bard stood at a fork in the road, lost in thought. Two wooden road signs before him read Darkwood Road and Gloomveil Road. Both sounded equally depressing and treacherous to the man. What moody bastard had thought up such welcoming names? Bard glanced back down the path he had just travelled but thought better of it. He was a thief on the run and would meet with certain punishment if caught by the locals of Riverwood, the town he had last visited. The thief had robbed not one but three wealthy merchants, all within the same night. He would have gotten away with the robberies unnoticed had he not been caught fucking the last merchant's wife. Bard couldn't help but smile to himself. This wasn't the first time he had made such a mistake, but it was well worth it. His lust for coin was only outweighed by his lust for women. "Those breasts were magnificent," he mused to himself as he remembered visiting the merchant's shop earlier that week. Earlier That Week Bard walked down the busy streets of Riverwood, eyes open for opportunity. A thief of notable skill, he made a living by stealing from various wealthy merchants and nobles. A grin spread across his face as he spotted a jeweler's shop up the market road. Jewelry shops were by far his favourite places to rob because they often proved the most profitable and least dangerous, at least compared to other jobs he did. Bard made a habit of scouting out the places he was going to rob beforehand. With a small spring in his step, the thief made his way to the jewelry shop. Inside he found a fat but well-dressed man tending to a young couple, who were pointing at a golden necklace in the showcase. Probably the owner of the shop, Bard thought to himself. The thief walked with his hands clasped behind his back as he looked around the shop. His gaze scanned the various jewelry, as well as the general layout of the shop and its doors. He always liked to know all potential escape routes if things went amiss. "See anything you like?" a sweet voice asked him from behind. Bard turned around to face a young and beautiful redheaded woman with long flowing hair. She must have been in her early twenties. He immediately noticed her large breasts, which threatened to burst from the top of her blue dress. She also wore a silver pendant necklace that nestled between her ample bosom. "Why yes, I see several things I like," Bard beamed as he glanced at the woman's cleavage, noting how her dress tightly hugged her hourglass figure. The woman must have noticed his look because a sly smile formed on her lips. "There are many desirable items you will find in my shop," she said, eying him in return. Now Bard was not a muscular giant, but rather a man of average height with a lean and athletic build. There was a rugged handsomeness to him, with his short dark hair, groomed stubble and grey eyes. He wore form fitting dark leather clothing with concealed daggers and a pair of black leather boots that had seen better days. A man in his mid-twenties, matched with good looks and charisma, Bard had known the touch of many women during his travels. "Ah, you are the owner of this fine shop, miss...?" he inquired. The woman's expression changed and she shook her head with a small chuckle. "Mrs. Burkland, but call me Clara. No, my husband owns the shop. I simply help around," she nodded her head in the direction of the fat merchant, who was still busy helping the young couple. Her expression was easy to read -- she detested her husband. "What is your name, good sir?" she asked as she offered her hand to him. Ever the opportunist, Bard smiled at Clara and began to work his magic. He took her hand gently in his and leaned forward to kiss it. "My name is Bard. Your husband is a lucky man to own such a lavish jewelry shop and to have such a beautiful woman to call his wife. If only all men were so fortunate in life." He released her hand. The busty redhead blushed at his words and clasped her hands in front, her arms pushing her large breasts together in the process. Bard wondered how it would feel to have his cock sliding between her giant tits. Suffocating, he decided. "You flatter me, good sir!" Clara glanced at a nearby showcase and smiled. "Ah, but you must be here to find a precious gem for your wife, yes?" She motioned with her hand towards an assortment of earrings and necklaces in the display. "Alas, no. I have no wife. A young sister in need of a pair of earrings for her birthday though, yes." Bard had no siblings, but it was a lie he often told. The thief pretended to take interest in a set of silver earrings in the shape of intertwined leafs. They looked of elven craftsmanship or at least an imitation of it. The woman's bright blue eyes sparkled with interest. "Oh, what a loving older brother you are! Well, we must certainly find her something suitable, but it seems as though you already have an eye for lovely things," she noted as she took out the silver earrings for Bard to see. He carefully took the earrings from her and inspected them closely. "Yes, these will be perfect. But I'm afraid I will have to return tomorrow to purchase them. I have but a small amount of gold left with me today. A walk down the market does leave a person with a lighter wallet, does it not?" he grinned as returned the earrings to the voluptuous merchant. "Would you be so kind as to set them aside for me?" "Of course! They will be here for you tomorrow," the woman said, still blushing from before. "Until then," Bard smiled and winked at the busty redhead before making his way to the door. The young couple also happened to be leaving. The thief held the door open for them, ever so courteous. Once the door was closed and behind him, Bard could hear the woman's husband begin to shout. Something about "being useless" and "not making a sale." The thief sighed. Some men were such assholes. Later That Night It was late at night and the only light came from oil street lamps burning. There were guards on patrol, as there were in most towns of such size, but Bard knew how to move between the shadows and remain unseen. He had already visited two other shops that night and had a bag full of gold coins as a result. The jewelry shop would be the icing on the cake though. Upon reaching the merchant's shop, the thief examined the scene. The jewelry shop was dark, the curtains raised behind the windows. Not seeing any trouble, he moved towards the door and took out his tools. He had picked hundreds of locks in his time and could manage to do it even in the darkness. After a minute, he heard a satisfying click in the lock. Turning the door handle, the thief silently made his way inside. There were two candles burning in the room, one on top of a showcase and the other on a desk. An opened bottle of wine and a half-empty glass were atop the desk. Bard narrowed his eyes at the sight and listened for a moment. His eyes scanned the room and he found nothing out of the ordinary other than the alcohol. He shrugged and began to move around the shop, silently snatching various jewelry and stuffing them in his bag. A sudden sound from behind the counter made the thief go stiff. A sleepy looking Clara rose unsteadily from behind the counter. She was wearing a white nightgown that was slightly undone down the front, revealing her enticing bosom once again. He noted that she was still wearing the silver pendant from earlier in the day. Quickly putting the situation together, Bard deduced that the woman had been drinking alone and had fallen asleep on the floor. The busty redhead squinted in the darkness, before recognizing him. "Bard? Is that you? What are you doing here?" She braced herself against the counter and leaned forward, revealing a little more cleavage in the process. "Ah well, I could not wait until the next day so I decided to come tonight." The thief smiled weakly. What the hell was he going to do now? "Oh good, I was hoping you'd come. I had a dream about you. Maybe I'm still dreaming now," she said huskily as she made her way around the counter. Bard couldn't believe his good fortune. The voluptuous redhead was still a little drunk. Eying the bottle on the desk, the thief asked, "Now why would such a beautiful woman be drinking alone in her husband's jewelry shop?" A seductive laugh escaped her mouth. "Why, to await my burglar of course?" This took the thief aback. Clara began to slowly move forward, her hips swaying alluringly. "You didn't think I'd notice you eying more than just our jewelry?" she said as her fingers traced the pendant down her open neckline. "There have been rumours spreading down the countryside of a handsome yet lecherous thief." Bard was alarmed by this news but he tried not to show it. She looked at him with a dreamy expression on her face. "I did not expect to find him in my husband's shop though." The woman was not as drunk as he had previously thought. "Ah well, you've caught me red-handed then. What will you do?" the thief asked, as he put a hand on his belt, ready to grab a concealed dagger if needed. Bard had killed people before but he never relished conflict. It was a dirty business to leave bodies behind at a robbery and he hated the idea of leaving this gorgeous woman dead in her own shop. The busty redhead saw his hand movement yet still moved towards him. "A good and faithful wife would call her husband for help... but I am tired of being those things. I would see if the rumours are true." A wicked grin spread across her lips as she reached out and felt the bulge in Bard's pants. The thief was both shocked and aroused by her boldness. He mirrored her expression as he lowered the bag of stolen goods to the floor and cupped one of her large breasts through the nightgown. "An unhappy wife would do other things, no?" He felt a nipple under the clothing and pinched it lightly. A soft gasp escaped her lips. "Oh yes, other things. Depraved things," she said seductively before closing the distance between them and kissing him. Her lips were soft and moist, and her breath smelled of cherry wine. He kissed her hungrily as his hand continued to fondle her large tit. Clara broke off the kiss suddenly and took a step back. "We must be quiet though. My husband still sleeps upstairs. I would not have that fat oaf come down here and interrupt us," she said in a sultry voice. "Of course. We must be quiet as shadows," the thief said as he moved towards her, cupping both of her large tits this time. "Mmm, yes," she moaned softly. "They need attention. My fat, stupid husband is more concerned with business than with his wife's needs," she complained. "We must see to your needs at once then," he reassured as he pushed the nightgown off her shoulders and watched it slide to the floor. Bard's hands went to work on the woman's magnificent breasts. They were large yet soft to the touch. The rest of her body was equally beautiful and in need of his attention. The busty redhead gasped as Bard began to play with her nipples, twisting and pinching them gently. She repaid him by massaging his balls through his pants. Bard leaned down to place a kiss on her shoulder, then collar bone, before finally finding her sweet nipples. She moaned softly as he took turns flicking his tongue across her erect nipples and gently biting down on them. Her hand began to frantically undo his pants, fumbling with the buttons. "He's eager to greet as well," the thief chuckled as the woman dropped to her knees in frustration and began to undo his pants with renewed concentration. His cock was already hard when she took it out. She eyed it hungrily before touching it. "So big. Much bigger than that fat bastard's." She began to stroke his shaft. Bard continued to fondle her large tits as she played with his dick. He squeezed her breasts, desperately wanting to shove his cock between and giving them a good titty-fuck. Clara's pace increased below, as she stroked his cock up and down harder. He looked down at the busty woman, who smiled lustfully up at him before opening her mouth and putting the cock in her mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet - a perfect home for his cock to live in. She began to suck on him, slowly bobbing her head up and down. He put a hand through her long hair and guided her face. He felt her tongue along the length of his cock and released a low groan. His dick was now slick with her saliva. She slurped hungrily on his cock, taking more of it in her mouth and down her throat. He could tell that she was skilled cocksucker. Clara eventually released the cock from her mouth, trying to regain her breath. Her eyes spoke mischief as she cupped her own breasts and grinned knowingly at the thief. "Don't think I didn't notice you staring at my tits earlier today. You want to fuck these, don't you?" she said seductively as she squeezed her own breasts. "Who wouldn't want to bury their cock in those delicious tits?" he asked. Clara guided his cock to her chest and wrapped her large breasts around his shaft. Bard groaned as she began to slide her soft tits up and down on his cock. Definitely suffocating, he thought. He had always loved titty-fucks, especially from a well-endowed woman. He thrust his hips into her chest, watching the tip of his cock disappear into her cleavage before returning and hitting the tip of her silver pendant necklace. "You like that?" she cooed as her tits bounced up and down on his cock. He could see by candlelight that the valley between her breasts glistened with sweat and saliva. "Fuck, that's good!" he grunted as Clara humped his cock with her tits. He reached out and pulled her nipples as he titty-fucked her. She gasped in both pain and pleasure at his touch. "Don't come just yet!" she said as she released his dick from her breasts and stood up. She moved over to the counter and turned around, jutting her ass out at him. "Come here," she said huskily as she wiggled her perfect heart shaped ass. Bard didn't need to be told twice. He noticed she was completely shaved as he stepped forward and lined up his cock with her pussy. Her cunt was already wet when he rammed his dick inside. She cried out at his sudden entrance, but slowly began to moan as he thrust into her from behind. He grabbed her hips and began to pump his cock into her. She pushed her ass back against him and moaned louder. The thief grabbed her tits from behind, kneading her soft breasts. She bucked against him, moaning noisily as he pounded away at her wet pussy. Her necklace clicked against the top of the counter, each time he slammed into her ass. "Oh yes!" she moaned as she arched her back in pleasure, pushing back against him with each thrust. Taking a hand off the counter, she put a finger into her mouth and began sucking on it loudly. Not sure what Clara was doing, the thief continued to pound into her doggy style. She reached around with her wet finger and shoved it into her ass. Her sounds of pleasure only increased as she began to fingerfuck her own ass and take Bard's cock in her pussy. Within moments he sensed her body shake with an orgasm. She was practically screaming in ecstasy now. So much for being quiet as shadows, he thought. Bard only hoped that the fat husband upstairs was a heavy sleeper. The thief felt that he was close to cumming as well. His pace quickened and Clara moaned louder. He was surprised to see Clara sneak another finger into her ass. "You like it in the ass, do you?" the thief asked as he slowed his pace and stared at the two fingers buried in her anus. "Yes!" she breathed, like a bitch in heat. "Please, put in my butt," she begged. "My husband says it's dirty so he never uses that hole. I've never had a cock in my ass before, but I use my fingers and other things around the house. I love the way it feels!" she confessed as she pulled the fingers out of her butt. Oh, life was good for Bard. A bag full of coins and stolen goods, his dick balls-deep in a wanton bitch who was begging for anal. Could things get any better? The thief pulled his cock out of her dripping cunt and spat down on it for some extra lubrication. Clara put her head down on the counter, her big tits pressing against the surface. She took both of her hands and spread her ass cheeks apart in anticipation. He lined up his cock with her puckered asshole, ready to thrust in. He was ready to cum at just the thought of entering that sweet hole. "Do it!" she urged with lust and excitement. A loud noise interrupted the horny duo. The woman's fat husband came crashing down the stairs. The buffoon must have lost his footing coming down. Bard stared with wide eyes as the man groaned in pain and slowly stood up. The husband took in the sight of his naked wife and the thief behind her. His eyes went mad with rage though when he saw the bag of stolen goods on the floor. "A thief in my house and shop, raping my wife and stealing my wares?!" he roared. His wife dropped to the floor and attempted to look innocent by covering herself up with the discarded nightgown. The fat man advanced with a yell. Bard quickly moved back and grabbed his pants. The fat and angry husband tried to throw himself over the counter heroically, but couldn't get his fat ass up over the ledge. He huffed and tried again, but gave up when he saw that the thief had put his pants back on already. "Thanks for the jewels," he nodded towards the merchant as he picked up the bag of stolen goods. "And thanks for the fuck," he winked at the busty redhead before running out the front door. The night air was cool on his sweaty skin. He heard the merchant yelling for guards at the top of his lungs behind him. He cursed the man for interrupting the romp with the busty wife, but began to laugh as he heard the town's tower bells begin to chime around him. It wasn't exactly an unfamiliar sound to him, but he welcomed it nonetheless. Something about being on the run gave his heart joy. Perhaps it was that feeling of living on the edge. Either way, he already had an exit strategy and made his way towards a nearby sewer grate. He knew it would take him well beyond the walls of the city and out of danger. Back At The Crossroads The thief sighed with regret. He was so close to having that busty merchant's ass. What a shame to be denied such a thing from such a willing woman. He put a hand in his pocket and pulled out a single gold coin. Staring at the two wooden signs before him, he held out the coin and said, "Heads for Darkwood Road and Tails for Gloomveil Road." He flipped the coin and watched it fly before it hit the ground, heads up. "Darkwood Road it is then." Bard knelt down and picked up the coin. He blew at it and dusted it off before putting it back in his pocket. He smiled as he began to move down the road. "Darkwood Road," he murmured, shaking his head in amusement. Gods, what a friendly sounding path. To Be Continued... The Adventures of Bard Ch. 02 Author's Note: The second installment of The Adventures of Bard, the Wandering Thief is in! Thank you for the support and comments on chapter 1. I look forward to writing more chapters, so stay tuned for more busty adventures with the thief! "Darkwood Road it is then," the thief mocked, recalling his words from three days ago. Bard did not care for the forest road or the tall trees that surrounded him. Many common folk had the misconception that Darkwood Forest had trees with bark and leaves as black as ink. In reality the forest looked like any other except that it was incredibly dense. Very little sunlight made it through the forest canopy, which gave the lower levels of the forest a look of perpetual darkness. Within the first day in, Bard discovered that travelling by night was impossible. He could barely see the stars or the moon through the thick tree cover during the night. The thief had spent his first night sleeping uncomfortably against the side of a tree, dreaming of a particular busty redhead and a night of unconcluded illicit pleasures. The other nights proved even more restless. By the third day the thief was in a sour mood and longed to be out of the woods for good. He wanted to sleep in a warm bed and have a hot meal. A person could only eat trail rations for so long before becoming utterly sick of them. His cock was also aching for a pussy to fuck but he knew he wouldn't find one out here in the wilderness. Despite his gloomy thoughts, Bard knew that he shouldn't complain. The bag of stolen coins and goods he carried promised that he would live lavishly once he found another town. He would buy all the things he longed for and more: a nice room at an inn, delicious food, great ale, fine clothes and women – lots of women. The thief fantasized about visiting a brothel and unloading his cum in every mouth, pussy and ass that money could buy. He just had to put enough distance between himself and Riverwood and all these things would become true. "Soon!" he exclaimed as he tossed the bag of loot in the air. He caught it and smiled when he heard the coins jingle inside. Who said that money couldn't buy happiness? The thief continued on the road in silence for a while. He found it unsettling that the woods were eerily quiet and devoid of any signs of life. He could not recall hearing the sound of a bird calling or squirrels chattering. Bard wondered if the forest was home to goblins and orcs, and whether they had eaten all the indigenous wild life. What was stranger yet was that Bard had not come across any other travelers. He did not expect to see many travelers, but to see none at all in three days seemed odd to the thief. The thief shook his head and tried to think happier thoughts. "It would be better if this place was home to some beautiful wood elves instead," he said aloud, though there was no one around to hear. Bard had never fucked an elf before, but it was certainly on his to do list. Just like humans, elves and half-elves could be found anywhere in the Kingdom. Though they looked similar in appearance to humans, there was something exotic about elves. Definitely the ears, the thief mused as he kicked a small rock on the road and sent it flying. He revised his earlier plan – he would find an elf to fuck in the next town. The thought of burying his cock in between an elf's tits brought a wicked smile to his lips. Bard's expression grew solemn when he looked up and saw that he had perhaps a few hours of sunlight left. It was difficult to gauge time from the gloom of the forest floor. There was nothing for it but to keep going forward until the light ended. The thief let out a long sigh and marched on. * * * A few more dreary hours passed by until the thief came across a small wooden bridge. The thief had passed by a handful of small streams and brooks on his journey so far, and figured that this would be as good a place as any to sleep for the night. He stepped off the road and crunched about on the forest floor, feeling his way from tree to tree while keeping the stream to his left for bearing. Bard was not foolish enough to sleep out in the open and in sight of the road and possible danger, so he searched for a suitable spot a bit away from the road. The thief paused when he actually saw something in the darkness. Light. He cautiously moved towards it until he reached an open area. He looked up and saw the clear night sky, unobstructed by trees. The moon was full and the stars bright. Bard realized that he was standing in the middle of a small grove. He took in his surroundings, well illuminated by both the moon and starlight. He noticed that the stream opened up into a small pond in the center of the grove. The thief moved towards the pond and put his hands into the water, surprised to find it warm to the touch. Even though it was dark outside, with the help of the moonlight Bard could clearly see the bottom of the shallow pond. He put his arm in deeper and found the bottom smooth and without vegetation. It almost felt like sand on the beach. Bard sniffed his sweat stained clothing and grimaced. "Why not?" he thought as he dropped his bag and stripped out of his clothing. After all, he was on the road for three days now and had escaped Riverwood through the sewers. He must have looked and smelled like shit; he deserved a nice and relaxing bath. The thief eased himself into the warm water and let out sigh of relief. He washed his body first, making sure to scrub all the grime and dirt of the road off his body. Once his body was clean, he dunked his head under the water and cleaned his hair. The thief let out a bark of a laughter when he surfaced. The water felt amazingly good on his skin. He glanced at his nearby clothing and decided that he would clean them as well. Carefully removing his concealed daggers, the thief spent a good while scrubbing his well-worn travel clothing. "New clothes for sure," he muttered to himself as he felt a hole in his shirt. Once the thief was done washing his garments, he left them drying on a nearby tree branch. He considered going to sleep in the buff since the night was so warm, but the pond was inviting him back. Okay, a few more minutes in the water he decided as he sank back into the pond up to his torso. More than a few minutes passed as Bard sat in the warm and refreshing water. He was beginning to doze off until the snap of a twig stirred him awake. The thief looked around, trying to find the source of the disturbance. He saw nothing but trees and a single moving tree – a single moving tree! He looked in horror as a lone tree stepped out of the forest and into the grove. His body refused to move as he stared transfixed on the sight before him. The tree was humanoid in shape and size. It looked distinctly like a woman with shapely curves and features. The thing had leaves of various shapes, sizes and colours on its head that reached past its shoulders. A low creaking sound came out of the tree-creature as it stopped and looked down at him with green glowing eyes. Bard's breathing became shallow. He had to admit that the thing was both alluring and terrifying at the same time. The thief felt an almost unnatural compulsion towards it. He then noticed that the creature had long wooden claws for fingers and a mouth that looked like jagged and splintered wood for teeth. Yes, he was either going to die to some mythical tree-woman-monster or was about to have the kinkiest sex of his life. "What are you?" he finally dared to ask. The tree-monster released a long drawn out creak as it began to change before his eyes. Slowly the creature's bark became smooth skin and its leaves turned to long flowing hair until the tree-woman was no more. In its place stood a beautiful and naked wood elf, glistening with light sweat under the moon and starlight. The thief was in complete awe. She was simply the most stunning woman he had ever seen. Bard had seen countless beautiful women in his travels, but they all seemed to fail in comparison to the majesty that stood before him now. The wood elf was completely flawless – she had a perfect hourglass figure with fair skin and big tits that could only be described as divine. They were full, high, round, and looked firm. She had rosy areolas and nipples that stood erect in the twilight. The busty wood elf had long brown flowing locks of hair with streaks of blonde in it. He noticed long and pointed ears peeking through her hair. Bard's eyes met hers, which were emerald green but no longer glowing. They were completely mesmerizing. "You're a wood elf?" the thief asked in disbelief. He had no idea that wood elves could shapeshift into tree-women. The wood elf giggled at his words. "I join you?" she asked, ignoring his question. Her voice was completely intoxicating. He felt himself go hard under the water as she descended into the pond, not waiting for a response. The busty wood elf sank into the pool until only her green eyes remained above the surface. Bard could have sworn that the pond was not that shallow. She stared at him for what seemed like an eternity with her mouth and nose under the water. The thief felt like he was the one holding his breath, rather than her. The gorgeous wood elf finally moved, her body gliding under the water until she finally surfaced right in front of the thief. He felt her sit in his lap under the water as she wrapped her legs around him. He sucked in a breath as his rock hard dick pressed against her body. The wood elf draped her arms around Bard's neck and pulled his head closer to hers until their noses were almost touching. Her firm yet soft breasts crushed into his bare chest. He could feel her breathe hot on his face, which smelled like wild forest flowers. She wore a curious expression as she looked at his face. Bard felt one of her hands slip off his neck and touch his face. She traced his jawline slowly and put her palm against the scruff on his face. Her hand rubbed up and down the side of his face repeatedly, as if feeling facial hair for the first time. "Yeah, I know," he chuckled uncertainly as she continued to feel his face. "I must look a bit like a wild animal by now." The thief hadn't groomed his face for a good two weeks now. Another thing to add to the list, he thought. "Wild, like a wolf," she cooed affectionately. People had described him as having wolfish features so he wasn't surprised when she called him one. The busty wood elf put her hand through his short hair and stroked it gently "My wolf tonight!" she said suddenly and fiercely as she pulled his hair roughly. The wood elf's expression was both savage and curious as he winced in pain. She stared at him with dominating feral eyes before her expression softened again. A luscious smile formed on her lips. "Hush now," she comforted him with a delicate whisper as she pulled her body slightly away from his. She slid her other arm off his shoulder. Her free hand found his lean chest and began to explore his body hair. A look of intrigue and pure wonder was on her face as her hand roamed across his chest. Now that he thought about it, Bard couldn't remember seeing a male elf with facial or body hair. He wondered if female elves found facial and body hair on humans intriguing and exotic. Two could play at this game, he thought as he pulled a wet hand out of the water and touched her face. She stilled at his touch, waiting for his next move. The thief put his hand through her soft hair until he felt her ear. He traced it with a finger before reaching the pointed tip. He squeezed it lightly. Elf ears! A stupid but happy grin spread across his face. "You like?" she asked coyly as she tilted her head to the side so that he could get a better look at her elf ears. "Yes," he breathed. "But I like these more," he said more forcefully as he pulled his free hand from the water and grabbed a perfect tit. He squeezed it gently and the wood elf gasped in response. The thief released her ear to grasp her other breast. He could have sworn that her eyes lit up with excitement. A feeling of pure bliss overcame him. Everything was right in the world – he had his hands on the most perfect pair of tits imaginable. "Yes, feel now," the wood elf whimpered as he kneaded her breasts. Her roaming hand departed from his chest and plunged under the water with a splash. He felt her hand close around his throbbing cock. He massaged her large breasts in a circular motion, feeling her hard nipples beneath his palms. The thief redirected his attention to her nipples by rolling them between his fingers. "Yes, do this thing!" the busty goddess sighed with pleasure as she jutted her breasts out for him to play with. Bard obliged her and pulled her nipples, lightly at first and then gradually harder. The wood elf let out a long and drawn out moan. Her hand was busy at work below the water, creating ripples in the pond as she stroked his shaft up and down. "You like this?" she asked as she caressed the tip of his cock with gentle fingers. He opened his mouth to reply but her lips came crashing down onto his. The busty wood elf kissed him hungrily. Bard pressed his lips against hers and invaded her mouth with his tongue. Her tongue found his and they wrestled in a contest of passion until they were both gasping for breath. He released her tits and grabbed her ass cheeks under the water. She moaned into his mouth in response and lifted her body slightly, guiding his cock under the water towards her cunt. Once aligned, she thrust herself down on his dick and screamed in delight. Bard groaned as he penetrated the wood elf's tight pussy. She wrapped her arms around his neck again and pulled him closer to her face. Her breathe was hot and ragged against his as she began to ride him. The water splashed noisily around the two as the elf goddess bounced happily upon his shaft. He leaned in to kiss her again but she pulled her face back and smiled mischievously at him. Instead, she stared at him with those fierce emerald eyes of hers. He felt as though she was looking right through him. The thief thrust his cock up into the tight wood elf's cunt each time she came down on him. Her moans were becoming increasingly louder "Yes! Enjoy me!" she cried out gleefully as Bard leaned down to suck on one of her nipples. He bit it gently and she gasped. The thief clamped his mouth down on her nipple and sucked hungrily, like a newborn babe. He could taste the sweet sweat on her body as she rid him like a wild animal. Much to her enjoyment, the thief paid her other breast the same attention .The busty wood elf pouted when he finally stopped sucking on her tits. She leaned forward suddenly, her forehead pressing against his. Her eyes searched his. "You want different? All of me is yours," she cooed naughtily as she bounced up and down on his lap. "All of you?" a wicked grin spread across Bard's face as his hand explored her ass under the water until it reached its target. He gently pressed a finger against her asshole and watched her expression change from curious to impish. "Yes!" she exclaimed enthusiastically as he pushed a finger into her tight rectum. "Like special place!" This is so fucking hot, the thief thought to himself. His finger thrust into her ass, in harmony with his cock. The wood elf bit her lip as he pushed a second finger into her butt. There was no discomfort on her face as he finger fucked her ass. The horny wood elf rocked against his body and moaned loudly as he dug his fingers deeper into her anal cavity. His body was beginning to feel wrinkly from being in the water for so long. "Let's get out of the water for this," he said as he patted her ass cheeks. The wood elf stopped bucking against his hips. "Mmm. On soft grass, yes," she pulled herself off his cock and stood up. Her cunt and thighs were dripping with water. She giggled playfully as she skipped out of the water, splashing about. The thief shook his head in amusement as he followed her out of the pond. Bard grabbed his still drying shirt and laid it out on the grass. He watched the busty wood elf slink down to the forest floor on all fours, her knees resting on top of his clothing. Her fingers dug into the grass and earth beneath her. She wiggled her ass back and forth, as she turned her head and looked up at him expectantly. "Wait," he told her as he walked around to face her with his cock. She looked up at it in admiration and bumped it affectionately with her nose. She laughed and Bard grinned. The body of a goddess but the mind of a child, he mused. The busty wood elf's expression became hungry as she opened her mouth and took in his still dripping dick. He felt his cock sliding slowly into her mouth along her tongue. The thief used both of his hands to hold her hair as he started to thrust his cock into her mouth. He was surprised that the elf didn't make any gagging sounds as his cock went down her throat again and again. She slurped his cock happily and without complaint. Gods, her mouth felt amazing! But the real prize was elsewhere. Once he felt his cock was properly lubricated with her saliva, he let go of her hair. The wood elf reluctantly opened her mouth and released his cock. She spat on his cock for good measure and looked up at him with the most wanton look he had ever seen. "Come to special place, my wolf," she cooed at him. Bard knelt down behind the busty elf and readied his cock. He pressed his pole against her anus and stopped. The thief looked around wildly, but found no fat husband to stop his fun this time. He groaned triumphantly as he slowly penetrated her tight ass. With an audible pop, his head pushed into her butt. Her felt her ass muscles contracting around his cock and her body spasm in orgasm. She let out a long and low drawn out moan as he started inching his cock slowly. Bard paused when half his cock was inside of her ass. He waited for her to adjust and get used to the length, but was surprised to find her pushing her perfect butt back at him. Bard grabbed her hips and pulled her ass towards him. "Yes!" she cried out in joy with each inch in. "All in!" she screamed in pure carnal pleasure once his entire cock was up her butt. It was an incredibly tight fit. Bard didn't know how long he would last in that miraculous ass. He started to thrust into her ass, slowly at first. She arched her back at him, and he could see light sweat covering her back under the moon and starlight. She was beginning to let out low and guttural groans as he fucked her ass raw. The thief pumped into her ass repeatedly, each time harder than the last. He absolutely loved how this freaky elf slut was getting off with just a cock in her ass. She didn't even finger her pussy or play with her breasts as he slammed into her ass over and over again. Bard wanted the elf goddess to cum again, so he leaned down and grabbed her by the shoulders. He pulled her body up against his and grabbed her big tits from behind. She moaned loudly at the sudden change in positions and stretched her arms back to intertwine her hands in his hair. He cupped her large breasts as they bounced up and down. His fingers found her nipples and he pinched and twisted them. She hissed in pleasure at his touch. They were both breathing raggedly, bodies glistening in sweat from the steamy sex. He was ready to bust his load deep in her ass. "Please, my wolf!" she begged him. "Be one with me!" she screamed in ecstasy as a second orgasm shook her body. Bard felt his orgasm coming, so he pumped his cock as furiously into her butt ass as he could. Finally, he let out a loud groan as he cummed deep inside of the wood elf's ass. Bard immediately felt all the energy drain from his body. The thief leaned down on the busty wood elf, almost collapsing on top of her. He braced his hands against the soft grass and panted for breath above her now slumped form. She was also gasping for breath on the cool grass beneath them. The Adventures of Bard Ch. 02 He pulled his defeated cock out of her butt. The wood elf's ass was still twitching and gaping when the thief fell to the ground on his back. The cool grass on his back felt refreshing. He looked up at the starry night sky and tried to calm his breathing. His heart was still racing when the gorgeous elf coiled her body against his, resting her head on his shoulder. He put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in closer. Neither spoke as the wood elf softly stroked his hair. The thief blinked his eyes a few times, trying to stay awake. The wood elf broke the silence with a loving whisper, "Sleep now, my wolf." He wanted to ask her what her name was but exhaustion took him and he obeyed her words. * * * The thief opened his eyes slowly. He squinted at the orange light of an early sunrise. With a yawn, he sat up and blinked a few times. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and realized that he was wearing his clothing again – dirty as ever. Startled, he stood up and looked around the grove. He saw his bag of stolen goods and gold next to a rock. The stream was there but there was no sign of the pond or the beautiful wood elf. "Umm, wood elf?" he called. There was no response. He tried again. Nothing. The thief slowly walked over to the rock and picked up his bag. He held wealth in his hands yet he looked as if he had lost something valuable. He numbly inspected his clothing with his free hand, finding all his concealed daggers. Everything was there. Had it all been a dream? It couldn't have been. It had felt so real. The thief wasn't sure what to make of last night. Reluctantly, he left the grove and followed the stream until he found the road again. Somehow the forest didn't seem so dark in the morning. He looked ahead and sighed aloud as he began walking down the road again. He didn't even know her name. To Be Continued... The Adventures of Bard Ch. 03 Author's Note: The next chapter is in! Sorry for the delay. I tried something new with this chapter. It's twice as long as the previous chapters and has more action, characters, interactions and story development. As always, comments and suggestions are most welcome. Stay tuned for more chapters as Bard makes his way closer to Glenhearth! Bard was in a good mood as he whistled an upbeat tune. It had been a day since his racy night encounter with the mysterious wood elf. After much pondering on the matter, the thief had decided that he had indeed fucked the wood elf and not imagined or dreamt it all up. He could not rationally explain why he knew this, but he knew that deep down it was the truth. Ever since that realization, Bard was in higher spirits as he continued down Darkwood Road. The thief was glad to see more sunlight piercing through the forest canopy. He felt as though the woods were no longer as dense as before, though he still shuddered when recalling the first three days of walking in near darkness. Bard knew that by foot the journey through Darkwood Forest would take roughly five days. He looked at his well-worn boots and wondered whether he would make it out of the woods soon. The thought of being out on the open road with the sun clear in the sky made him smile, but his smile soon diminished when something troubling caught the thief's attention. "What's this?" he muttered as he knelt down and examined the path carefully. Darkwood Road was an old and well-traveled cobblestone trail. The path had deteriorated throughout the ages, leaving many missing stones and gaps in the roadway. It became a simple dirt road before him, with an odd stone here and there between crushed leaves and twigs. Though he was no ranger, he could make out horse and wheel tracks -- and a lot of them at that. Bard was not alone on the road after all. The thief shook his head, scolding himself quietly. How had he not spotted the tracks before? "Company on the road. Good or bad, I wonder?" he asked aloud with a frown on his face. The roads between towns and cities in the central Kingdom were relatively safe, but out here on the outskirts it was another matter. Stories of travelers getting attacked by goblins and orcs, or being robbed by highwaymen were not unheard of. Bard had in his travels encountered such highwaymen before, and had even been a part of such groups. The thief had opted out of such a lifestyle in favour of being a city thief, where he had access to greater riches and pleasures. A shrill cry in the distance made the thief look up. He listened for a while until he heard several more shrill cries pierce the silence of the woods. They were the first sounds the thief had heard in days, and he instantly recognized them as goblin in origin. He couldn't tell how many of them there were, but he knew that a fight was coming. Bard was not afraid of a goblin or two, but he knew well the dangers of a raiding party. For a brief period in his life, the thief had served in the King's army before becoming a deserter. He had fought alongside fellow soldiers against goblin and orc tribes that threatened the borders of the Kingdom. The thief did not revel in the idea of fighting goblins again. Bard looked up and considered climbing high up into a tree and simply waiting the conflict out. Better alive than dead, he thought grimly. He was about to scale up a large tree when he heard a battle shout challenge the goblin war cries. It came from men and women, and they were not far away by the sounds of it. "Shit," he muttered as he moved towards the sounds of battle. It was against all reason to go into fight not knowing the odds, but he couldn't stand the sound of women screaming -- unless of course they were screaming in pleasure. Bard did not have to run far before he found the source of the commotion. Up ahead on the road he spotted a large caravan of wagons and carts. They were parked on and off the road in disarray. He saw smoke up ahead -- one of the leading wagons was on fire. All around the caravan, men and women were fighting against a small horde of goblins. The little green bastards easily outnumbered the humans two to one. Bard noticed that the men were trying to push the goblins back, while the women defended the wagons, carts and horses. The thief dropped his bag of stolen goods and burst into action. As he ran he drew two concealed daggers. Without slowing his pace, the thief hurled the two daggers with expert precision and watched them bring down a pair of goblins. Another goblin turned around to see what had happened, only to be met with Bard's boot crunching hard into its long nose. The goblin yelped in pain and fell down, holding its bleeding and broken nose. The men cheered at the sight of a new ally. A burly man nearby brought his wooden mallet down on the fallen goblin, and Bard danced to the side to avoid the splatter of blood. Bard drew another dagger and quickly dodged a clumsy spear attack by a goblin. The spear stabbed into a tree behind Bard, its sharp tip getting stuck in the thick bark. The goblin struggled to pull the weapon free. Seeing an opening, the thief smiled sinisterly and thrust his dagger hand out, burying the weapon to the hilt in the goblin's small chest. The thief twisted the dagger before viciously pulling it out. "Fucking human!" the goblin gurgled before it fell to the ground, still clutching the spear. Mad cackling drew Bard's attention. He saw a group of goblins sneak around towards a nearby wagon, which was defended by a few women. From behind a window inside the wagon, a few terrified children watched the battle. The men were starting to push the goblin forces back, but no one was close enough to help the women out. Bard heard the goblins cackle with glee as they approached the wagon. "Titties and kiddies!" one of the goblins shouted as it began to run towards the women. Goblin raiding parties were infamous for their general disorganization. Often goblin forces would split up right in the middle of combat; some goblins would continue to fight, others would pillage and loot, and yet more would try to rape helpless victims. Goblins were known for their lecherous behaviour, and it was no wonder that their populations were so massive. The little buggers basically spent their entire lives doing three simple things: eating, raiding, and fucking. Bard dislodged the spear from the tree behind him and hurled the weapon at the leading goblin. The spear struck true, impaling the goblin and sending it flying back from the force of the impact. The spear and the goblin slammed into the side of the wagon. A woman nearby screamed at the sight of the goblin's body dangling from the spear, lodged into the side of the wagon. Bard heard startled cries from inside the wagon. He hoped he didn't kill some poor kid inside by doing that. The sight of their dead companion did little to stop the other goblins. A few goblins glanced at him and then back at the women -- they chose tits and he couldn't blame them. He saw one particularly horny goblin attack a buxom young woman. The bugger's loincloth was already on the ground as it tore at the woman's clothing, despite her beating it repeatedly on the head with a metal pot. "Show me your tits, bitch!" the goblin howled as he clawed at her top. He managed to tear some of the cloth away, but not enough to see her breasts. It howled no more when Bard's dagger found the back of its skull. The busty beauty recoiled in disgust as blood splattered against her torn garments. A high-pitched laugh from above redirected Bard's attention. One of the goblins had managed to climb up on the roof of the wagon. It was clawing away at the top, trying desperately to get inside. Bard tried to pull his dagger out of the fallen goblin's skull but found it firmly lodged. Instead, the thief improvised -- he grabbed the dead goblin by the foot and swung it up at the goblin on the roof. Goblins were relatively small in stature, about three feet tall and they didn't weigh very much so the feat wasn't difficult to perform. With great satisfaction he saw the goblin corpse slam into the goblin atop the roof. Both bodies went flying over the edge. The other goblins continued to harass the women, oblivious to the thief wreaking havoc among them. A woman with light bronze coloured skin screamed as two goblins choose her for their next assault. One threw itself at her legs and started dry humping her like a dog. The other goblin practically launched itself at her ass. It clung to her rear for dear life as the woman spun around trying to get the goblins off. The sight was absolutely ridiculous and if it wasn't for the dire situation the thief would have laughed out loud. "Stop spinning!" Bard shouted at her. She stopped and her eyes went wide with shock as Bard grabbed the two goblins by their necks. He pulled them off of her body and some of her clothing tore away in the process. The thief slammed their heads against the side of the wagon repeatedly until he heard their skulls crack against the hard wood. Bard dropped their lifeless bodies to the ground and looked at the women. They stared back at him in stunned silence. He realized how ruthless and mad he must have looked killing those goblins in quick succession. The silence was broken by the two women he had saved. They cheered and the rest of the women joined in after. Bard saw a young boy in the wagon fist pump the air. The thief flashed a wolfish grin at women and children before returning to the battle with the other men. It was a bloody business but eventually the sounds of battle ended. A few goblins were trying to retreat but the men chased and cut the goblins down. Clearly these people knew the dangers of letting a few goblins escape -- the little green bastards would return in greater numbers and with a vengeance if allowed to do so. Goblin bodies littered the road and forest floor around the caravan. A few men were wounded, but no one seemed in danger of dying. The women were a bit shaken but overall they were fine except for a few tears in their clothing. Bard was actually surprised at how well the group had defended themselves against the goblin raid. These folk were not strangers to conflict on the road. "Well met, stranger!" an older man said as he approached Bard. "Had it not been for your timely arrival, I fear we'd be a bit bloodier! Or a bit deader!" he laughed as he extended a hand out to the thief. Bard shook the man's outstretched hand and grinned. "Happy to be of service, good sir." The older man had silvery-blonde hair and seemed to be in his early fifties. He was in relatively good shape and health but for the gash on his forearm. "Call me Gaben." The man swept his hands out around him. "This is my caravan of travelling entertainers, The Four Corners. You might have heard of us? We sing, dance, and perform shows in all the major cities and towns of the Kingdom. The goblins came upon us as we stopped by the river to take a break and water the horses." The caravan master spat on the corpse of a nearby goblin. "What do we call you, hero?" "Bard," the thief said and bowed his head slightly. "Your people handled the situation remarkably well." Gaben stood tall and proud. "We're a hardy folk and have learned the dangers of the road. This isn't the first time we've had to defend ourselves, nor the last!" The troupe cheered as they began to gather around Bard, some clapping him on the back in thanks. Bard noticed the younger woman from before, who was partially covered in goblin blood thanks to the thief. Despite the mess, he could see that she was a gorgeous little thing, with blue eyes and blonde hair tied in a ponytail. She wore a simple brown tunic, or at least what remained of it from the horny goblin's attack. He could tell she had a great pair of tits underneath her clothes. Gaben saw Bard looking at the young woman. "This is my daughter, Gina. You saved her life. How can I repay you?" the man asked. "Goblin slaying is all the reward I need," the thief said with a grin on his face. He glanced at Gina and her ample bosom and his grin widened. Now those would be a good reward, he thought. The young woman looked him up and down and crossed her arms against her chest. She had a look of revulsion on her face. Bard wondered what the hell her problem was. The caravan master bellowed in laughter. "Spoken like a true champion. But we can't have you go unrewarded. Where is it that you are heading?" Gaben inquired. Bard considered the different towns and cities beyond Darkwood Forest. "Glenhearth," he replied. Gaben beamed at him. "Same as us! Of course you'll accompany us then? Eat, drink and take comfort in taking your feet off the road for a while. We have plenty of space on the wagons. You're more than welcome to join us." The man smiled and clasped Bard's shoulder. The thief's stomach growled in response and the people around him laughed. "Who can argue with that?" "Good man," Gaben said. The man's nose wrinkled and his expression seemed to sour. He looked at Bard as if seeing the man for the first time. "No offense, but you could use a bath. You look like you've been through hell." The caravan master looked around at his disheveled troupe and chuckled. "We could all use a bath actually. Thank the gods there's a river right there." Bard realized that he must have looked and smelled like shit. He had escaped through the sewer system of Riverwood and had been on the road for several days now. Goblin blood now stained his clothing as well. Probably why Gina had scowled at him, he thought. He decided the first thing he would do once reaching Glenhearth would be to buy new and stylish clothing. The thought reminded him of the bag of stolen goods and coins he had left behind before he had joined the battle. "A sanitary suggestion, caravan master. I will join you after I retrieve my belongings. A man can't run into combat carrying all his travelling gear, can he?" he grinned. *** The cool water of the river felt good on Bard's skin. A few of the men from the caravan had joined him to clean their wounds and scrapes. The women were bathing nearby, just on the other side of the bridge. Bard wasn't sure why there was a need for privacy, since he could clearly see them from under the archway. The thief spotted two caravan guards, who were watching over the wagons and horses diligently. Bard did not expect the goblins to attack again though. Another pair of guards were busy piling up goblin corpses off to the side of the road. A burly man named Gregory passed a bar of soap and a sponge to the thief. Bard recognized him as the man with the wooden mallet, who had smashed the goblin's head in during the battle. The thief thanked him and took the items gladly. He scrubbed himself rigorously until he once again felt clean. Bard looked at his now clean hands and remembered the night with the wood elf. He tried to shake the memory of the pond from his head. The sound of women giggling interrupted his thoughts. He looked towards the bridge and saw a few of the women looking at the men, or more specifically looking at the new and freshly cleaned thief. Gina was among them. She had a towel already draped across her body and was leaving the water. Her eyes caught his and she smiled shyly before disappearing up the riverbank. The thief grinned. He found it amusing that she wasn't scowling at him now that he didn't look like a filthy beggar on the road. "Oh what I would do to fuck those pair of titties!" sang a young man by the name of Thomas. The men around him chuckled and voiced their agreement. "But Gaben would have my balls cut off," Thomas lamented. Bard smirked. "Who could blame a father for protecting his little girl?" He passed the soap and sponge to Thomas. "Have you seen those jugs? She's a full-grown woman!" the young man complained as he began to scrub himself down. "That she is," Gregory murmured before waving his hand dismissively. "Bah, not to worry. There'll be plenty of women at Glenhearth." Still clutching the soap and sponge, Thomas crossed his arms across his chest defiantly. "I don't want other women," he declared boldly. Bard raised an eyebrow at the man. "Ah, you fancy the girl. Does she know?" The young man seemed to pale. "N-n-n-ooo," he stuttered. "She doesn't really know I exist." Thomas was taller and a bit younger than Bard but he didn't have much meat on him. He was neither handsome nor ugly, just lanky. The young man came off as shy and uncertain. "Well then, you have to get her attention and impress her," Bard suggested. "I tried to do that today, but she was too busy gawking at you smashing goblin skulls!" Thomas said angrily. The men stopped cleaning and even some of the women were looking over to see what the loud outburst was about. "Sorry," the young mumbled once he realized that everyone was watching. "I was just hoping that she'd see me doing something heroic. I even killed three goblins today!" The thief grimaced. "Believe me, it wasn't my intention to rob you of a chance to sway Gina with your bravery. I was just trying to help." "I know, I know," Thomas mumbled in disappointment as he got out of the water and climbed up the riverbank. Bard kind of felt bad for the wimp so he called out after him. "Hey. Tell you what. I'll help you get into her pants." Thomas turned around and stared at Bard with wide eyes. "How?" he asked, barely able to contain his excitement. Bard shrugged. "I don't know yet but I'll think of something." The young man gawked in disbelief for a while before a goofy smile formed on his face. "Thanks, Bard!" Thomas practically skipped up the riverbank. He slipped and fell, but got up almost instantly and kept going as if nothing had happened. Bard sighed, not sure why he had just promised the fool such a thing. "I'd prefer to be the one getting in her pants," he confessed to the men around him. "We all hear you," Gregory agreed. "Like I said though, there'll be plenty of beautiful women in Glenhearth. And if you can't wait until then, there's always Maya." "Maya?" Bard asked, noticing that the men had grown hard at the mere mention of the name. "The Myran with the long brown hair and big tits," replied Arnold, a dark haired man in his early thirties. He nodded his head in the direction of the bathing women. "She's a... uh." "An exotic dancer and a prostitute," the Gregory finished for the man. "Gaben keeps her around because she attracts lots of attention to the caravan and earns extra coin on the side. He doesn't allow us to purchase her services though," he said with a frown on his face. "You're married," Arnold reminded the burly man. "A man can dream and have his fantasies!" grumbled Gregory. The thief looked at the women and easily spotted Maya. She was the woman he had saved from the two horny goblins. Myran's came from the conquered province of Myr, an arid region in the southern portion of the Kingdom. The people from there had light bronze coloured skin, and often had dark brown hair with amber coloured eyes. Myran women were exotic and beautiful, which was why at least one or two could always be found in any high-class brothel in the Kingdom. Maya was in the middle of washing her considerable bosom when she noticed Bard staring. She smirked and grabbed one of her big breasts and squeezed it. The other women saw what she was doing and laughed at her as they threw a towel over her head. Maya giggled and pulled the towel down, draping it across her body. She flashed Bard with an infectious smile before leaving the water with the rest of the women. Bard grinned. He was beginning to like this troupe of entertainers. *** The large caravan quickly organized itself after the goblin attack. Any damage to the wagons and carts was swiftly repaired, except for the one burnt down wagon which was salvaged for any undamaged goods. Some of the men sported bandages, and were restricted to lighter duties. One of the women had cleaned Bard's dirty clothing in the river and her husband had provided the thief with a spare change of clothing while his garments dried in the laundry cart. The man was similar in height and stature to Bard, so the clothing fit well. The Adventures of Bard Ch. 03 Gaben called for everyone's attention and the troupe gathered to listen. "Our journey down this road has been uneventful up until now. We'll travel until it is dark and set up camp for the night, well away from this place," he motioned to the nearby mountain of piled up goblin corpses. "I reckon that by tomorrow afternoon we'll be out of these damned woods once and for all. By my count, we should reach Glenhearth just in time for the Summer Festival." Gaben looked around at his people and nodded. "Alright, if there's nothing more, let's move!" A few of the troupe members cheered at that. The caravan master climbed up into the lead wagon. He helped a woman with silver streaked blonde hair and blue eyes get up into the wagon. She was quite beautiful and looked to be in her early forties. If Bard had to guess, she was Gaben's wife and Gina's mother. Gina quickly followed after the woman until the three blondes were sitting together. Gaben grabbed the reins and glanced down to find Bard looking up at him. "The guards will ride by horse in front and behind the caravan. Hopefully they'll do a better job this time," he muttered darkly, though there was amusement in his eyes. Bard nodded at the man's words. "Which wagon should I ride in?" he asked. Gaben opened his mouth to speak but the woman next to him interrupted him. "With us, of course. Gina, scoot over and make room for our hero. It'll be a bit tight up here but we'd like to speak to you." The three blondes shuffled in their seats to make room for the thief. Gaben swapped places with Gina so that he could still handle the reins. The thief got into the wagon and sat down next to Gaben, who groaned at how tight the seating arrangements were. "Forgiveness, caravan masters. I fear that I may be a little fat," the thief apologized. Bard was of course fit and lean. He had probably lost a few pounds by just living off of trail rations over the last four days. The two women giggled at his ridiculous comment and even Gaben chuckled. "Good man, you look half starved. We'll get some warm food into you once we settle down for the night." The caravan master cracked the reins and the horses began to slowly move forward. Bard turned his head around to peek at the rest of the caravan behind him. The wagons began to slowly roll forward in single file. Bard looked forward again and grinned to himself. It was good to be off his feet. *** The Four Corners caravan made good time on the road. Throughout the trip, Gaben and his family spoke to Bard. The thief was correct in assuming the woman next to Gaben was his wife. She went by the name Gillian. The rest of the troupe simply referred to the family as "The Three G's." The family shared several stories with Bard, such as how Gaben and Gillian first met, the founding of the caravan and its members, Gina's birth, and major shows the troupe had performed throughout the Kingdom. Bard made sure to inquire about the caravan's journey down Darkwood Road. Gaben told him that they had tried travelling through the night but each time they had tried, they never made it too far. It was simply too dark and dangerous to travel without some sunlight. The thief deduced that the caravan must have passed him by during one of the nights while he was sleeping. Perhaps they had even rode right past him while he was busy with the wood elf temptress. The family asked about Bard and his origins, a subject he seldom spoke about with either friends or strangers. The thief always had a ready backstory in case someone asked though. He told the family that he was the son of simple traders and had decided to pursue a life in justice as a thief catcher. Since Bard was an actual thief, he sounded quite knowledgeable when talking about the craft of catching thieves, smugglers, and other lawbreakers. When Gaben asked if that was why he was heading to Glenhearth, the thief simply told him that he was hoping to find work there. Gaben reassured Bard that Glenhearth was the largest city on the eastern side of the Kingdom and that it would be full of thieves and other scoundrels to apprehend. Bard pretended to take interest in that particular bit of information but inside he was not enthusiastic. The thief preferred to steal in smaller towns and stay away from the larger cities because of precisely that reason -- competition from too many local thieves. If Glenhearth was truly as big as Gaben claimed it to be, it would have its own Thieves' Guild, as all the major cities in the Kingdom did. Bard knew that this meant there would be a lot of internal politics and rules to follow. Once the darkness of Darkwood Forest was complete, Gaben stopped the caravan and called for the troupe to make camp for the night. The wagons and carts were parked alongside the road, and the horses were led to a nearby stream for water. Within minutes the caravan had torches, oil burning lamps and several campfires going. A few men and women rushed about, preparing food and cooking by campfire. Other troupe members set up small tents wherever there was space between trees. Bard guessed that the wagons did not have enough space for everyone to sleep inside. Gregory spoke to a young boy and then pointed at Bard. The burly man went back to work and the boy rushed over to the thief. Bard recognized him from earlier as the boy that had fist-pumped the air during the goblin attack. The boy grinned at the thief and they spoke for a short while. Bard learned that the boy's name was Jack and that Gregory was his father. The boy's mother was singer. Jack showed the thief to his tent and then ran back to join the other kids. Not really having any other options, the thief opened up the tent flap, looked inside, and then tossed his bag of stolen goods next to a bedroll. A few men and women grabbed chairs and blankets from a cart and distributed them around the campfires. Troupe members began to take seats and lay down on the blankets. Children chased after fireflies in the dark and parents chased after children. The kids probably just wanted to play and stretch their legs after sitting inside the wagons and carts for so long. Bard saw the group of men from the river taking seats around a fire. He went to join them, and Arnold patted a chair next to his. The thief took the seat and sighed with relief as he leaned back and stretched his legs out. It wasn't long before the food was ready. Gillian came by and passed bowls of soup to the men. She gave a bowl to Bard and smiled. "There you go, love. Hot rabbit soup with just the right amount of seasoning." Bard thanked her and admired her figure as she left to do some more cooking. He noted that she also had an impressive rack. Bard now understood where Gina got her good looks from. The thief glanced at Thomas, who slurped away at his soup. Yes, it would be difficult to get the fool together with Gina, Bard thought to himself. Arnold interrupted the thief's thoughts with a question. "So Bard, I bet you've got a story or two to tell." The thief ate a few spoonful's of soup and savoured the taste. He nodded his head at Arnold's question. "As a matter of fact, I have a story from just two nights ago." The thief leaned forward and the men did likewise. "Have any of you been with a wood elf?" Bard all but whispered once he had their full attention. He heard a chorus of "no's" and one man who claimed to sleep with a half-elf once. "Well, I slept with a beautiful wood elf maiden in this very forest," the thief said with a smug look on his face. The men exchanged worried glances with one another. Arnold put a hand on the thief's shoulder. "But Bard, wood elves haven't lived in these woods for centuries. They left once the woods were cursed by dark magic." Bard frowned at the man and looked at the burly Gregory. The man shook his head at Bard. "It's true. Most of the wood elves in this part of the Kingdom have fled to the Redwood Forest in the northwest," he said. The thief looked down into his soup, reflecting back on the night with the wood elf temptress. "Are you sure?" he finally asked. "What if they are simply hiding and no one knows? This one shapeshifted in front of me." "What do you mean, shapeshifted?" Thomas asked. Bard described the wood elf's transformation to the men and even by campfire light they seemed to pale. He mentioned her peculiar use of the Common tongue and strange green eyes. Gregory broke the silence once Bard was finished telling his lewd tale. "Bard. That was no wood elf," he stated flatly. "You fucked a dryad." The men began to murmur, some in awe and some in fear. "A dryad?" the thief inquired. He put his now empty bowl on the ground. Arnold cleared his throat and spoke. "Dryads are ancient forest spirits. They are guardians of the woods and can be found in almost any old forest in the Kingdom, though there aren't too many of them left in the world. You're lucky to be alive, Bard. Dryads are known to be malicious entities that will attack any strangers in their woods." The thief sat quietly, absorbing the information. Gregory spoke up again. "My grandfather used to tell me stories of how dryads would lure unsuspecting men into the woods by transforming into beautiful wood elves. They'd have their way with the men and then kill them afterwards." The burly man grinned at Bard. "You must have given her a good and proper fucking if she allowed you to live." Somehow that comment made the thief smile. He leaned back into his seat and pulled his head back to look at the dark forest canopy above. Bard had fucked a terrifyingly beautiful tree-woman-monster and had lived. "By the gods... I fucked a dryad and lived. Does that make me a legend?" He began to laugh aloud and the men joined him. "Seems like you fellas are having a good time," Gaben said from behind the group. He clapped Bard on the shoulder as he passed by him. "We probably won't need to bring out the ale then, am I right?" he said jokingly next to the fire. Immediately the men began protesting but stopped when several women came bearing mugs of ale. As one the men cheered and Gaben laughed at their change of mood. Drinks were distributed and it wasn't long before everyone was happily drunk. Troupe members walked about freely from one campfire to another, chatting and exchanging stories. Within a few hours Bard had consumed several beers and had talked to most of the troupe members. He learned a little bit more each time a new person sat down next to him. The troupe had a wide variety of talented and interesting characters including jugglers, dancers, singers, escape artists, animal handlers, and even a seer. As a whole, the caravan consisted of a dozen wagons and several carts. The people numbered close to thirty, not including the children. There were young and old people, married couples, and children of varying ages. Bard also noticed that the troupe was quite multicultural, with folk from every corner of the Kingdom. Ah, The Four Corners. Clever name, the thief reflected. He looked around and saw that a few people were singing and some were even dancing. Even the four guards seemed to be partaking in the celebration. No surprise there, he thought grimly as he saw one guard stumble and fall on the ground. Bard found it amazing that everyone was so at ease, considering the goblin attack that had only happened a few hours ago. The thief watched a few of the women dancing. He saw that both Gina and Maya were among them. They were both skilled, though it was obvious that Maya was more experienced. Upon closer observation, he saw that Gina must have been eighteen or nineteen years old, whereas Maya was closer to his age. Maya caught him looking and she smiled seductively as she continued to dance. Both women were beautiful and he couldn't decide which one he wanted more. He glanced at Thomas, who was staring hungrily at Gina. The thief sighed, remembering his promise. As the night grew longer, the people dispersed one by one into wagons and nearby tents. Bard could hear the mixed sounds of people snoring, crickets chirping and even some people fucking. Eventually he remained the last one at the campfire. He yawned and tried to stand up, but a hand touched his shoulder. He turned his head to face the person, but found no one. Instead, Gina circled around him from the other side. She stood before him and smiled shyly. Though it was dark, he could see by campfire how gorgeous the busty blonde was. "I never got a chance to thank you personally," she said quietly. Bard opened his mouth to speak but she shushed him with an outstretched finger to his lips. She began to dance in front of him, with her back to the dying flames. Her movements were fluid and sensual. She teased him by rubbing her hands down her sides and across her large breasts. Fuck it, he thought. The thief grinned and patted his leg. She took his meaning and sat down on his lap, not ceasing the dance. She wore a new tunic, but it left little to the imagination with how tightly it hugged her body. He put his hands on her hips as she grinded into his lap. Gina's big tits were so close to his face. He reached out to touch her right breast but she teasingly pushed away his hand. She smiled mischievously at him and shook her head. Instead, the thief grabbed a handful of her ass which she seemed to allow. She rocked against his body and licked her lips as she brought her ample bosom tantalizingly closer to his face. Despite all the alcohol he drank, his dick was raging underneath his pants. Gina sensed the growing bulge in Bard's pants and bit her lip seductively as she felt his cock through his pants. He tried to fondle one of her tits again but she leaned back and waggled her finger at him. "Nuh-uh," she teased. Instead she began to slowly bounce up and down in his lap. Oh how he wanted to see her naked breasts bouncing. The busty blonde cupped her own tits and squeezed them together. They looked to be more than a handful. "You're such a tease," the thief grumbled as he squeezed her ass cheek harder. She stuck out her tongue and got off his lap. "You have no idea," she laughed as she left Bard sitting on the chair with his raging erection. Thinking that this was part of the show, Bard waited. Instead, Gina left the campfire and disappeared into the wagon she shared with her parents. The thief sat there, listening to the crackle of fire and chirping of crickets. After a while he realized she wasn't coming back. "No!" he breathed out in dissatisfaction. Bard got up in frustration and kicked dirt into the fire until it went out. He passed by several dwindling campfires until he got to the tent that the troupe had designated for him. The thief opened the flap and disappeared inside. It was dark so the thief reached in his pocket for a lightstone. Lightstones were exactly what they sounded like -- stones that emitted light. They were made by spellcasters and were very expensive to purchase, which was why Bard had stolen one from a wizard years ago. The thief held up his lightstone and activated it. He wasn't really sure how they worked, but he knew that they could be turned on and off by just a thought. Each lightstone emitted a white light, but also had a secondary colour that defined its glow. White-blue light spilled into the tent and the thief spent a moment inspecting it. The tent wasn't a large but it would do. The bag of stolen goods was still next to the bedroll. Bard set the lightstone down on the ground and took off his shirt and boots. The night was warm so he didn't bother crawling into his bedroll but simply laid on top of it. Once settled down, the thief reached over to turn off the lightstone. For a while Bard just stared at the top of his tent. It had been an eventful day -- from wandering alone to a goblin attack and now being surrounded by a troupe of traveling entertainers. His journey through Darkwood Forest had started off dull but now it was shaping up to be quite an adventure. Bard's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of something rustling outside the tent. The thief sat up in alarm, waiting for whatever it was. He reached over for his shirt but realized that he had no more concealed daggers. He had used them all during the goblin battle. The tent flap opened and a figure slowly entered inside. Without the lightstone glowing, it was dark inside the tent so he couldn't tell who the person was. Instead he felt a pair of hands reach out in the darkness and touch his shoulders. The hands gently pushed him back down on his back. He heard the tent flap close behind the mysterious person. After a moment the person straddled his lap. He felt a big pair of tits press against his chest and long hair dangling in his face as the stranger leaned down. "Such a tease," a woman's voice said, her breathe hot on his face. Bard immediately picked up on the Myran accent. "Maya, is it?" he asked the darkness. "Mmm, they've told you my name, have they?" Maya answered in an alluring voice that made the thief relax. "What else have they told you?" she asked as a hand began to stroke his hair in the darkness. Bard's hands went down her sides and found her butt. He grasped her ass cheeks through her skirt and she made a pleasing sound. "They told me you were an exotic dancer and a woman with other talents," he replied. She giggled and leaned back in his lap as she began to undo his pants. Her hands found his still hard cock, not yet deflated from Gina's lap dance. She pulled it out and he heard her gasp as she began to stroke his shaft slowly in the darkness. "So big," she cooed. "I wish I could see it." Bard felt her other hand grasp his cock as well. "Your wish is my command," he said. Bard reached out with a hand and fumbled in the dark until he found the lightstone. He willed it on again and white-blue light slowly began to fill the tent. A person could control and regulate the amount of light radiating from a lightstone by thought alone. Maya gasped when she saw the lightstone. She looked down at Bard and smiled seductively. "Mmm, a lightstone. Florence has one as well." Bard remembered someone mentioning that the troupe had a seer by the name of Florence. It made sense that a seer would have in possession several magical trinkets and treasures. "A handy tool to have on hand," the thief said as he looked at the Myran beauty. She wore a black corset and a white flowing blouse top beneath it. Her clothing emphasized her wide hips, narrow waist and large bust. She was truly gorgeous, with her amber coloured eyes, and long wavy brown hair. The thief put his hands on her hips and Maya's grin widened. She was looking at his cock with a look of admiration on her face. She stroked it slowly, feeling his length and width. "Oh Gina. How could you tease our hero like this?" she cooed as she continued to pump his cock with her hand. "You saw that lap dance?" he asked as he reached up to squeeze a large breast through her clothing. "Mmm," she moaned appreciatively at his touch. "If you can call that a lap dance," she said as she stopped stroking his dick. Her hands went to her corset and she began to undo her top agonizingly slow. With a mischievous eyes she watched Bard's face the entire time. "This is how you tease a man," she said in a sultry voice. The corset finally came off and Bard's hands immediately went up to fondle her big tits through the blouse top. She giggled at his eagerness but gasped when he found her nipples. He pinched them through the cloth and she moaned in response. "Oh, you're bad!" she cooed as she grabbed his prying hands. Maya pushed his arms back and he let her win. She let go of his hands and began to undo her blouse instead. The white top came off after a moment and she discarded it, freeing her big tits at last. Bard liked what he saw. Like all Myrans, Maya had light bronze skin. Her breasts were round and full, with dark areolas and perfect nipples that were begging for his attention. The thief reached out and felt her bare tits in his hands. They were nice and soft, and more than a handful. He squeezed them and Maya gave him a steamy look. The Adventures of Bard Ch. 03 "Your tits are so juicy," Bard said as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. "Mmm, yes!" Maya moaned. She looked down at him and bit her lip. "Gina's only a girl, but I'm a woman. I won't leave you disappointed," she soothed seductively. The busty Myran stood up and pulled her skirt down. It fell on her foot and she kicked it off towards the rest of her clothing. Without waiting another moment, she positioned herself above his lap and grabbed his hard cock in her hand. She guided his cock head in and let out a long and drawn out moan as he entered her tight and wet pussy. The busty Myran began to ride him slowly at first. Bard grabbed Maya's hips and helped her rock against his body. Her breathing grew louder and her pace increased gradually until she was bucking against him wildly. "I bet that feels better than any lap dance," she moaned naughtily as she bounced up and down on his shaft. "You bet it does," Bard grunted as he changed positions. He leaned forward and grabbed a handful of her ass. Maya adjusted herself by wrapping her legs around him until she was sitting on his lap, happily impaling herself on his cock over and over again. She draped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her body tighter against his. Bard felt her juicy tits squishing against his chest as he thrust up into her. Maya leaned down and kissed him hard on the lips. There was alcohol on her breathe but probably not as much as on his. Bard kissed her back hungrily and she moaned into his mouth as their tongues twisted around one another. She broke passionate kiss when the light from the lightstone faded. The stones tended to do that if they weren't touched after several minutes. Rather than reactivating the lightstone, Bard thrust his cock harder into Maya's cunt. The tent was pitch black now. Bard felt Maya place her head on his shoulder as she panted in the dark. He increased his pace and felt a small pain in his shoulder as Maya bit down. She moaned through gritted teeth as she took the entirety of Bard's cock. Bard's hand roamed around her ass in the dark until he found her small puckered hole. He pushed his middle finger against it and felt some resistance. Bard felt Maya lean back a little and reach around to pull his hand away from her ass. "Nuh-uh," she teased as she placed his hand on one of her big tits instead. The thief cupped her large breast with his hand and brought her nipple to his mouth. She whimpered as he sucked on it. He bit down softly on her nipple and the busty Myran screamed in orgasm. Bard wasn't finished with her just yet though. The thief pulled her down with him until he was on his back again. She adjusted her legs as he wrapped his arms around her waist and began pumping her with his cock even harder. Bard had to admit that there was something incredibly hot about fucking a person in complete darkness. He couldn't see Maya, but he could hear her breathing like a wild animal. She had her face and hair buried into the crevice of his neck. He felt her body rocking against his, matching his rhythm. Both of them were beginning to pant and breathe hard at this point. He knew he wouldn't last much longer with his cock drowning in her pussy. "I'm going to cum soon," he grunted. Maya slowed her pace to a halt and Bard groaned as she pulled her dripping cunt off his cock. "Can't have you cumming in there, big boy," the temptress cooed. She shuffled around in the darkness until Bard felt her mouth find his cock. She happily sucked on his dick, with her head bobbing up and down and mouth making slurping sounds. The thief put a hand on her head and pushed down. He could feel his entire cock in her mouth and down her throat. The busty brunette didn't gag as she took in the full length of his member. Instead, she deliberately slowed her pace and started to take his cock from tip to base. He wouldn't last another second with her deep-throating him like this. "Oh fuck!" the thief grunted as he exploded in her mouth. Maya continued to suck, drinking him dry. With great satisfaction he heard her swallow his cum twice. Her mouth came off his cock, trailing saliva. "Wow! That was a lot," she gasped for breathe. Bard reached out for the lightstone but Maya got her hands on it first. Its light-blue glow slowly blazed to life in her hands. He could see by the glow that her body was glistening with sweat and that her juices were running down her thighs from her pussy. Maya grinned at him as she bent down and retrieved her clothing. She wrapped them in a bundle and held them against her big tits, not even bothering to put them on. "We should definitely do that again," she lewdly suggested as she stood by the tent flap. Bard sat up and looked at the busty Myran. "Anytime and anywhere," he agreed. A sultry smile formed on her lips. "Mmm, anywhere? Next time I'll let you cum somewhere else," she hinted as she tossed the lightstone back into Bard's lap. Maya winked at him and left the tent. Bard fell back onto his bedroll, deflated and defeated. He fell asleep with a wide grin on his face. To Be Continued...