Storiesonline.net ------- Kampar's Wand by Darkniciad Copyright© 2006 by Darkniciad ------- Description: Devan arrives in Destindale, but things aren't going as she planned. Taking a job with an herbalist named Lorelle to save her coin, she finds that the handsome merchants passing through the area are a welcome distraction as she tries to get into one of the two magic schools. When the exciteable Kampar, Darmok Tinkettle, and the scarred warrior Matusen enter the picture, Devan learns a lesson and finds a solution. Codes: MF fant slow cons het voy oral mastrb ------- ------- [This story was submitted in one piece by the author. It has been divided into multiple chapters to provide compatibility with wider range of browsers, so chapter limits have no meanings. Storiesonline] ------- Part 1 Devan rose up from her dirty, aching knees with a groan, picking up the wooden pail full of quickly wilting weeds as she stood. Half a dozen horses could have stood end to end across the width of the herb patch she had just finished weeding, and it was just as wide in the other direction. If it were not for magic, tenacious, unwanted flora would have taken over the huge herb garden in days. There was no way she and Lorelle could have possibly kept up with it. Looking around, Devan saw that all the plants were doing well. They grew tall, and flowered or bushed out, as they should, well beyond what was average for each plant. Devan wiped the sweat away from her brown eyes, glad that it was Lorelle's turn to do the earlier weeding when the sun was near its zenith. A breeze blew a few errant strands of her long red hair into her eye, and she snorted in annoyance as she brushed them away, trying to tuck them back into the scarf she wore over her head. Devan looked down at the bucket in her hand and sighed. She had studied magic, and left her family's farm for the purpose of avoiding exactly the sort of work she was doing now. As she walked toward the compost pile to dispose of the weeds in her pail, she thought about the last month, which had turned out far different than she had expected it to when she stepped down from her father's wagon into Destindale. She had a talent for magic, and learned quickly. With plenty of coin in her purse, she had expected to be accepted into one of the two schools here or an apprenticeship quickly. That dream had been dashed on the rocks almost immediately. She found it impossible to get past the door of the two schools, and it seemed that every wizard worth speaking of in the entire city already had as many apprentices as they could handle. Every time she walked up to one of the schools, they had some excuse why the Master could not see her. She was always told to return later, and it was really starting to irritate her. She had seen other people admitted, and as far as she could tell, they had no special appointments. Her most recent visit to one of the schools had really set her teeth on edge, because she had overheard one of the senior apprentices speaking about how women had no place working the Art. Dumping out the weeds, Devan went to the wooden basin near the back door of the herb shop where she lived and worked, to wash up. She thought the dirt ground into her knees was never going to come off, and it felt like washing the sweat from her body was a waste of effort when it coated her as fast as she could wipe it away. Her blouse was so soaked with sweat that she might as well be wearing nothing at all. The pale, cream-colored cloth was nearly invisible, clinging to her breasts and showing every detail of the firm globes and the small blister-like nipples. She knew it was an unwise choice even as she had put it on, but the remainder of her laundry was still drying at the time, and she had no other option. Fortunately, the shop was far on the outskirts of town, and the fence around the garden would have obscured the view of anyone not looking through a crack or knothole. Her skirt was likewise soaked, though it at least didn't display her to the world. The hem was filthy from kneeling down while weeding, and she knew without looking that her bottom was outlined in dirt as well, from where she had sat down on several occasions. She gave up on washing, deciding that getting the worst of the filth off her knees would have to suffice. She planned to get in the bath immediately, anyway. She pulled down a freshly dried skirt, blouse, and panties from the clothes line nearby, careful to avoid letting them touch any part of her that would get them dirty before she even put them on. Opening the plain oaken door to the shop, Devan breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the effects of a Cooling Comfort spell. Lorelle must have cast it when she had gone inside after her shift of weeding. Devan's nipples hardened in the cool air, pressing tightly against the damp cloth. She shivered and turned into the bath room that was only a step down the short hallway from the back door. Devan could still feel the effects of the spell in this room, but it was lessened. Lorelle might not have much magic, but what magic she did possess, she had mastered. Laying the Cooling Comfort spell over the entire dwelling and varying the effect it had by location was not an easy task. Devan lay her clean clothes on a small table near the door, and then stepped around the round tin tub to a narrow door opposite where she had entered. The stove inside was cold, as it was only used to heat water in cooler weather. The barrels inside were full of water, warmed by the heat of the day, and would be the perfect temperature for bathing. She carried buckets of water to fill the tub, taking care not to step in the trench used to drain it. The tub wasn't large, but it was far too big to carry outside and dump, and thus had to be drained. Once finished filling the tub, Devan stripped off her dirty clothing and put a fresh towel over the back of the chair that sat near the tub for exactly that purpose. She lay her clean clothing in the seat of the chair where it would likewise be within reach after she finished bathing. A look of irritation crossed Devan's face when she saw how out of control the hair between her legs was. She usually kept it closely cropped, shaved down to a triangle above her nether lips, the hair surrounding her lips just long enough that it wasn't prickly. Now, she had long stubble everywhere and her triangle was a tangle. She and Lorelle had been so busy in the shop that Devan simply had not wanted to bother with it for the last week or so. It had been even longer since she had trimmed her triangular patch. She picked up her razor and scissors, laying them on a box sitting next to the tub, which already supported a washcloth and soap. Stepping into the tub, she reached for the scissors and trimmed the hair down to an acceptable length once again. She put down the scissors, picked up her razor, and then sat down in the tub. The water was shockingly cold against her sun-warmed skin, and her nipples immediately stiffened. The initial shock only lasted a moment or two, as the water wasn't really that cold. As soon as the shivers died down, Devan stood back up again to shave. She squatted down when necessary as she shaved her legs and mound, keeping her skin lubricated to avoid irritation from the razor. With practiced skill, she completed the task quickly. She dried the razor off on the washcloth so it would not rust, and then brought the cloth into the tub to wash. When she stepped from the bath a short while later, she felt refreshed and invigorated. Walking over to a mirror, she parted her legs slightly and made sure she hadn't missed anything as she shaved. Manipulating her labia to make sure she hadn't missed long hairs in the crevices caused her body to tingle. This was one of the reasons she was ready to make the effort to trim things below today. She hadn't lain with a man in days, and her body was rebelling. Her first night in town, she had stayed at one of the inns, not feeling like looking for a place to live right away. She had met a handsome merchant in the common room that night, drank far too much wine, and had let him bed her before the night was over. Contrary to feeling ashamed, Devan had thought the arrangement was perfect. He gave her a wonderful orgasm, and the merchant had continued on his way the next day. No courting, no need for games — it was pure, simple pleasure for them both. The traveling merchants didn't stay around to spread rumors, so as long as she was discreet in her late night encounters, she wouldn't develop a reputation as a tramp in town. Not that she really would have cared. Having a clean reputation meant that she could possibly find a decent man or two amongst the locals that could take care of her when no merchants who struck her fancy were around. Thus, she did her best to avoid anyone seeing her going into or coming out of the men's rooms and wagons. Two relationships ended by the man cheating on her, and the final cruel nail driven into her heart by Serhan bedding her on a bet had killed every romantic thought that had ever nestled in her mind. Men were pigs, and if she didn't needed more than her fingers between her legs on occasion, she wouldn't even have bothered with them. She found it easy enough to track down a handsome man with a nice sized cock who could treat her right for one evening, though. She had bedded ten merchants since she had arrived in town, and had her eyes on two or three locals that might just come in handy as well. Lorelle had no problem with her nocturnal activities. The older woman often came home quite late at night and looked worn out the next morning. The two often discussed their trysts, comparing cock sizes and lovemaking technique between work and customers in the shop. Lorelle did have a reputation as a tramp, and she didn't care. Devan walked out into the shop to take over watching the counter while Lorelle went into the back to prepare more herbs and spell components to replenish the stores in the front of the shop. Once the sun started to sink low in the horizon, Devan closed down the shop. ------- With the shop finally locked up tight, Devan walked back into the workroom. Lorelle sat in the chair behind the table, apparently finished and relaxing. Lorelle was an attractive woman, and she had aged well. Anyone would judge her ten years younger than her forty-three years. The work in the shop and garden kept her body firm and toned. Her sandy blonde hair showed no signs of grey. Her breasts and bottom still stood up firm and proud, and she was free of the wrinkles and other blemishes usually arising with middle age. Devan knew there was a bit of magic involved, but it was mostly lucky parentage. Lorelle had told her that all the women in her family had aged well. It gave Devan hope that she would be so lucky, because her mother was still a beautiful woman, only a few years younger than Lorelle. "Did you notice anything odd while you were working?" Lorelle offered a bright smile as she asked the question. Her voice had just the right hints of sultry tenor to make everything she said sound almost suggestive. "Not really," Devan replied with a shrug. "Not surprising, really. I don't have to dig out that Wyvern Tongue very often, and I know it hasn't been touched since you started here." Devan gasped out with surprise, "You sold some Wyvern Tongue?" "Not just some — all of it. I had a wizard walk in and nearly wet himself when he requested it, obviously not expecting to hear a yes, and I pulled out that box." "I never thought we would sell a sprig of that. How much did he pay?" Lorelle lifted a heavy purse and jingled it. "Let's just say I'm going to do well this year even if everything in the garden dies tonight." "I guess you can finally get that work done on the place, then. It will be nice not to have pots and pans catching the leaks from the roof when the summer storms kick up." "We might just do better than that. Our benefactor was impressed with the quality of my wares, and the selection. He's going to be recommending me to colleagues. I told him to give me a few days, because I'm going out to replenish that Wyvern Tongue. I'd like you to come with me if you don't mind. You're a lot better with offensive magic than I am, and I'd feel a lot more comfortable knowing you could toss lightning bolts at anyone accosting us." "Of course I'll come with you. It will be nice to get out of town for a while. Maybe I'll even stop thinking about how frustrated I am at not being able to get into either of the schools. I know I'm being blocked by some idiots with delusions of grandeur, but there's nothing I can do about it." Shrugging, Devan added, "It can never hurt to know how to find Wyvern Tongue in case I ever need it, too." "True that. You'll probably be able to use spells strong enough to need it. I'll never have any use for it myself. You're never going to get into one of those schools the traditional way. I know you want to get into Markline's Academy, but I guarantee you that he is the reason you aren't getting in there. The whole sentiment against women working the Art around here comes form him." Lorelle then stood up and declared, "Tonight, though, we celebrate! No slaving over the stove for either of us tonight. We're going to the Bright Blade!" Devan smiled just as wide as Lorelle. The Bright Blade was the best inn in town, and had a reputation of serving the best food and wine in the entire Barony. "Dress to impress. We're going to eat our fill, get nice and drunk, and then break hearts all night." ------- The pair did exactly what Lorelle had suggested, driving the men in the Bright Blade to distraction with flirting and the suggestive clothing they both wore. Two men didn't have their hearts completely broken, because Lorelle and Devan followed them up to their rooms to share their beds as the evening wore down. The merchants they had chosen were traveling companions, and thus had adjoining rooms. Lorelle had gone upstairs a little earlier with the older of the two — still a decade or more her junior — and Devan could hear the sounds of their passion through the walls. The man Devan had separated from the herd — Traxen something or another — was ten years her senior. She had quickly discovered that there were fewer games and problems with older men, now that she was out in the wider world. They also seemed to know a great deal more about how to please a woman. He didn't immediately start tearing off her clothes, which made Devan happy. She may have told romance and love to go to the hells, but she could still appreciate a man who took his time warming her up before getting between her legs. He kissed her with obvious hunger, but showed just enough restraint to make Devan want more. His hands roved over her back as he kissed her, every so often letting them slip down to caress her bottom. Devan was actually moving faster than he was, her hands cupped firmly under his buttocks, pulling the bulge in his trousers against her body. She slowly ground her sex against him as their tongues continued to wrangle, growing more impassioned by the moment. Devan slowly guided him around until she was standing with the bed behind her as they kissed. He now held her tight against him, in order to feel her firm breasts pressing against his chest. Devan gave a little tug, indicating she wanted to go to the bed, but let him finish guiding her toward it once he understood her subtle suggestion. When they reached the bed, Devan broke from the kiss and spun him around, pushing him with light pressure down toward the bed. He sat down on the bed, his erection bulging between his legs and causing Devan's passions to flare even hotter. With a sultry smile, she unbuttoned her blouse. She did it slowly, revealing her flesh in a torturous tease. He reached down between his legs to shift the bulge there, the throbbing obviously becoming uncomfortable as he watched the show. At last, the final button popped open, and Devan shrugged the blouse down off her shoulders, fully revealing her breasts. He put his hands under him, preparing to rise, but Devan lay a hand on his head and shook hers, indicating he should wait. He relaxed again, his eyes locked on her breasts, which were flushed a light shade of red in her excitement, the tips pebble hard and pointing toward him. She reached down and slid the skirt off her hips, again revealing her skin and her thin white panties in a slow, tantalizing tease. There was an obvious spot of dampness on her panties when she let the skirt fall to the floor, and the thin panties revealed a vague silhouette of her sex, especially her triangle of red hairs. She turned and slowly pulled down on her panties, revealing her taut bottom. Devan watched him over her shoulder to see him breathing heavily and rubbing the bulge between his legs. Devan heard Lorelle screaming in climax from the next room, and that pushed Devan over the edge. She was done teasing, and needed to be touched, now. She bent over and pulled down her panties, pushing her ass and her wet sex in close to Traxen's face. She stood back up, kicked the panties off, and then spun around. Almost immediately, Traxen grabbed her buttocks and pulled her toward him. Devan parted her legs slightly and purred when he pushed his head between them to lap the already abundant juices from her nether lips. Devan moaned and put her hands on the back of his head as he licked her. He had certainly done this before, and he quickly stoked her fires. After a few more licks, she grasped his shirt and bunched it up to pull it free of his trousers. Once she had gathered it up in her fingers, she pulled it upward to remove it from him. He reluctantly removed his lips from her to let her jerk the shirt off him. Devan sighed and stroked his bare back when he returned to licking her as soon as the shirt dropped to the floor. She ground her hips against his face, quickly building toward release on his darting tongue. She gasped as she felt him concentrate on her clit, sending little jolts of pleasure shooting up her spine. She grasped the back of his head and pulled it hard against her, thrusting her hips forward at the same time. Devan trembled, her gasps punctuated by a long moan as her orgasm built inside her. She hovered on the edge of release for a moment, and then screamed as her depths contracted when she came. Her hands gripped his hair as she continued to scream, her juices flowing freely from her onto his lapping tongue. Her knees went weak, and the only things supporting her were his hands on her buttocks and her hands on his head. Devan pushed him away when an especially strong spike of pleasure shot up her spine to cause her legs to wobble even more. She sank down to the floor, dripping, and softly rubbed her folds as her climax slowly played out. He unbuttoned his trousers as Devan continued to quiver on the floor. He kicked off his shoes at the same time, and then raised his ass off the bed far enough to pull the trousers down, the underwear beneath going with them. Devan was still shuddering in orgasm when he revealed his throbbing member to her, but the sight of it in front of her was irresistible. She rose up higher on her still weak knees, and then leaned over him to swirl her tongue over the purple helmet. He rewarded her with a clear drop of pre-cum, which she lapped up with a moan. His tip now glistening with her saliva, she engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth. She sucked it and let her tongue continue to swirl over it, bobbing her head up and down. Slowly, she took more of him into her mouth, looking up at him and moaning as she sucked him with increasing speed. He started to gasp, and she knew he was rapidly approaching orgasm. Devan released him with a slow final suck, and then stood back up. She slid onto the bed, and lay down with her head on the pillow. She parted her legs and rubbed her wet lips. "Take me," she said in a low, sultry whisper. Traxen moved to his knees in front of her even as she spoke, taking his cock in his hand and knee walking until he was in position. He rubbed the tip against her slick opening, and then pushed inside. He and she both moaned as his hard manhood penetrated her. He soon buried his cock to the hilt, groaning in pleasure even as Devan's moan increased in volume and pitch. He stroked her at a measured pace, looking down to watch his pussy-slick cock slide in and out of her saturated sex. Devan rubbed her bud, steadily increasing the tempo of her circling fingers. His big cock stretching her with delightful friction and her rubbing fingers quickly pushed her toward the edge. Devan thought that it was a good thing she was so excited, because she could tell he wasn't going to last much longer. His thrusts increased in speed and power, and she yelped as this swelled the building pleasure bubble inside her. Her fingers rubbed at a furious pace on her clit as she neared her peak. He watched her breasts bounce under the power of his thrusts, grunting and growling from both the physical exertion and the mental battle to keep his seed in his tight balls. Devan knew he was teetering on the edge, and wouldn't be able to resist much longer. She had cast her spell and determined she couldn't get pregnant right now, so she gasped out, "Come inside me!" She perched on the peak of her pleasure, and knew she would climax at any moment. His eyes widened and he smiled, then growled, putting every ounce of strength he had into the thrusting of his hips. The tip of his hard rod pushed against Devan's cervix, and she loudly gasped with every thrust. She was right on the verge of orgasm, but had not yet crossed the line. She remained in the sweet moment of ecstasy just prior to climax until he slammed home with a loud growl to spurt his semen into her. Devan's walls clenched tight around him as he spastically rocked his hips, emptying his balls into her. She screamed as the pressure bubble inside her ruptured with her orgasm. Her fingers gripped the bedclothes, bunching them up into her clawed hands. Devan screamed in release, and then gasped and moaned as her orgasm continued to rock her. The couple twitched as their orgasms played through their bodies, his throbbing causing her to tightly clench around him, and her clenching walls causing him to throb. The chain reaction of pleasure lasted for long minutes until he had to pull from her and collapse to the bed. Devan slipped a finger between her lips and swirled a dollop of his cream welling up from inside her onto it. She brought it to her lips with a moan, and then reached down to gather up more. He watched her, shuddering while she did it. Once she had settled down from her heights enough to walk, Devan rose and let the rest of his seed drip from her into the chamber pot in the room. When she ceased dripping, Devan crawled back into the bed with him to kiss and caress him, telling him how good his hot cum had felt spurting inside her. Devan tried to coax his cock back to life, but had little success. After a short while, she lay back and slid three fingers into her depths. He watched as she finger-fucked her pussy, rubbing her clit fast and moaning. Just before she climaxed, she looked over to see him stroking his nearly hard cock and watching her. She came with her fingers buried deep inside her, screaming her pleasure to the ceiling. She had barely spiraled down from the initial peaks when he moved in front of her. Devan pulled her fingers from inside her, and Traxen quickly replaced them with his cock. He was desensitized from his previous ejaculation, and thus could take her hard and fast. Devan screamed once, twice, and was on the verge of a third explosion when Traxen slammed into her a final time, once again filling her with his seed. He was sound asleep when Devan recovered from her orgasm this time. She climbed out of the bed, cleaned up as best she could, and then pulled back on her clothes. Walking back down to the common room, she found it nearly empty and had no difficulty seeing Lorelle sitting at a table near the bar, sipping a drink. Devan walked over and sat down heavily in a chair across from Lorelle with a long sigh. "It sounded like you had fun," Lorelle said to her with a grin. "You too," Devan replied and laughed. She signaled to one of the barmaids, who politely but firmly reminded her that the common room would close in less than a quarter hour. The pair finished their drinks and returned home feeling very good. ------- They didn't open the shop the next morning, only letting in the old healer who was their best customer to replenish a few things that she needed early in the morning. Instead, they packed up what they would need for their journey, which Lorelle said would probably take about three days. Once the two women finished packing, Lorelle said, "Now I just need to find some stout man with a bright sword to guide and protect us." "Why do we need someone along? We can take care of ourselves." "Of course we can, but having some man along will discourage quite a few people who would otherwise think we're an easy target. I'd rather not have to stop along the way to blast bandits and rapists a dozen times. We'll have to travel through a bit of woods that have a reputation for housing unsavory sorts." Devan shrugged, understanding the logic and agreeing with it. "Who, then?" "I don't know. Let's just go find someone. There are bound to be any number of unemployed caravan guards lounging about. Odds are we can find one who is new or past his prime and will take the job cheap. It's not like we need him for more than show anyhow." The two women shouldered their packs and headed out the door into town, moving toward a wagon yard where sellswords commonly lounged looking for work with the caravans. Lorelle almost immediately spotted the perfect man. He was a little past his prime, but obviously still competent. He simply had what could only be called a warrior's stance, even leaning up against the building he looked ready to spring into action. Scars showed wherever his flesh was exposed, and his face had the leathery look of one who has lived much outdoors. "He's the one." Devan was eyeing a strapping young man telling a group of other young sellswords some tale of grand adventure — half of it probably lies. She gestured toward him and asked, "What about that one?" "No, that scarred-up old warrior is perfect. The boy wouldn't be a bad choice, but he's too excitable. He would drive you crazy babbling along the way — when he wasn't buried inside you at night, that is." Lorelle had obviously guessed what Devan was thinking as she looked at him. Devan considered it for a moment. "You're right. His voice is actually starting to get on my nerves already." "So let's go gather up our stout warrior and hit the road then," Lorelle declared as she started toward him. The mercenary looked them over as they approached. It was obvious that they were dressed and packed for the road, and that meant they were potential employers. With all the young men around today — and his other little problem — he was willing to take the job, which probably wouldn't pay much. Normally, he would have refused a walking escort, preferring to ride in a wagon on caravan, but he was low on coin and needed the work. Lorelle walked up in front of him and said, "We need an escort through the woods. You look like a man of experience and valor — what would it cost us to commission your sword to protect us on our journey?" Devan kept her face impassive, but she was thinking that Lorelle was laying on the charm just a little thick. "Just the two of you, on foot I suppose? To the Southern wood?" "Yes." "Two crowns a day, plus enough in advance to fill my food kit for however many days we'll be out." Devan thought the price sounded reasonable, but knew Lorelle was aiming to spend less coin. She was thus surprised when Lorelle accepted the bargain. He looked pleasantly surprised as well, and they sealed the bargain with a handshake. "The name is Matusen," he said as they shook hands. The two women followed him to a general store and paid for him to fill his kit with enough food for four days. When the group emerged from the shop, he looked around and breathed a sigh that Devan thought had a distinct sound of relief. "If you're ready, there's no time like the present. We can be a fair distance into the woods by nightfall if we move swiftly." "Let's go then, stout warrior," Lorelle agreed, laying her hand on his scarred arm and smiling at him. ------- Only a short distance outside of town, Devan thought she heard something behind her. She turned to glance back and saw a small figure approaching, perhaps four and a half feet tall. The approaching creature was all waving arms and bouncing pouches as it ran toward them. "Hey! Wait up Matusen!" Matusen turned and groaned when he saw the figure approaching. Devan echoed his groan as the figure drew nearer. It was a kampar, a member of a halfling clan that was a bane over the entire world. They were incredibly excitable, insatiably curious, and oblivious to the concept of personal property. The fountain of long hair springing from a leather thong tied at the top of the little man's head gave him away, as did the numerous pouches — likely filled with pilfered possessions — bouncing at his waist. "I thought I'd lost him," Matusen lamented as the Kampar approached. "You almost did, Matusen! I'm sorry I was gone longer than I said I would be, but some rude man accused me of being a thief! The city guard was chasing me all over the place, and it was a lot of fun, but they weren't very good. I lost them after only a few blocks." Lorelle chuckled and Matusen sighed. The Kampar seemed to notice the two women then, and thrust out his small hand toward Devan, "Hi ho! Darmok Tinkettle here. Pleased to meet you." Devan just raised her eyebrows and looked at the diminutive creature with barely masked disgust. Nonplussed, he turned to Lorelle with his proffered hand. She shook it with a little laugh. "So, where are we going, Matusen?" "Probably straight back to the wagon yard," he muttered under his breath. "We're going to the south wood, Darmok. I'm pleased to meet you as well," Lorelle offered. "I like her — she's nice. That sounds like fun. A nice spooky woods filled with bandits and trolls. Maybe there are even ghosts there! My dad met a ghost once, he was off..." The kampar launched into a rambling tale about his father and a ghost, the other three more or less ignoring him. "He started following me a few months ago, and I can't get rid of him," Matusen explained with a sigh. "That's quite alright, Matusen — he's funny. I think he'll make the trip go faster. So shall we continue?" Lorelle offered the warrior one of her bright smiles. Matusen looked surprised, but quickly recovered. "Yeah, sure, let's get going." The group started walking again, the kampar continuing his tale, which he used as a springboard for another. His chatter proved a constant stream of annoyance for Devan throughout the entire day. Lorelle actually talked to him, making remarks about his stories and laughing on occasion. She spent a lot of time talking to Matusen as well, frequently touching him as they walked. Devan tried to concentrate on the road ahead and ignore the incessant babbling of the kampar. ------- Part 2 The group did penetrate the woods a fair distance before the sun dipped toward the horizon. The thick canopy of oaks, maples, and walnut trees caused the light to fail even quicker as they continued on. Finding a good, level spot with a nearby stream not far off the obviously well-trodden trail, the group stopped to make camp for the night. The kampar scurried off to gather up wood, and the rest began the work of setting camp. Matusen emitted a pleased snort when Lorelle proved competent in setting up the small tent she had brought for Devan and herself. He had worried that he would have to give up his own tent in a chivalrous gesture, and upon seeing she had a tent, had guessed she probably wouldn't have a clue what to do with it until she started setting it up. The kampar returned with a stack of wood that obscured his vision and threatened to tip him over. Still, it wasn't much and would really only serve as kindling to start a real fire. The little man proved adept with his flint and tinder, and soon had a small fire burning cheerily as the light continued to dim. Matusen went off into the woods with a hatchet, returning shortly and dragging a large deadfall limb that looked well dried. He immediately chopped it up to provide them some real fuel for their fire. Lorelle picked up a few of the wood chunks Matusen had chopped and brought them to the kampar, who fed the fire and soon had it blazing to an acceptable height for light and cooking. Devan sat down, not really having any skills to provide as the others set camp, and fighting off a throbbing in her head from the kampar's never-ending story on the road. Once the fire was going well, Lorelle brought over a small tin pot and some vegetables to Devan. "It's your turn to cook," she said with a wink. Devan stood up, the throbbing in her head having finally subsided to a dull tingle that she could ignore. She dipped water from the stream and cooked vegetable soup seasoned with some spices and beef stock Lorelle also provided. Matusen sniffed the air, smelling the soup as he approached from where he had just finished chopping firewood. It was fully dark now, the light from the fire the only illumination in the camp. Outside the wood, it was probably still before sundown, but the thick vegetation blocked out that fading light within its confines. He put down the armload of wood and looked into the pot where Devan was cooking. "Vegetable soup. I thought we might have some decent food for at least tonight and tomorrow morning before we have to resort to trail fare. I have eggs and some bacon for the morning," Lorelle explained. "Smells good, and it'll be a damn sight better than hardtack and jerked beef," Matusen remarked. "Relax for a while, you've been working hard. Devan is a wonderful cook," Lorelle suggested and patted the ground near where she sat. The kampar wandered off into the woods to look for ghosts, letting a blessed quiet settle over the camp. He returned shortly thereafter, crestfallen that nothing more interesting than an owl had accosted him, and then was thankfully silent again as he ate. Lorelle edged closer to Matusen as they ate, once again touching him frequently as she discussed the next day's journey between bites of soup. When Matusen walked off into the woods to relieve himself, Devan walked over and whispered to Lorelle, "Aren't you being a little too nice?" Lorelle chuckled and said, "Watch and learn, Devan. Trust me." Devan shook her head and said, "Okay." Matusen set watch for the night, and the kampar actually proved a welcome addition to Devan in that regard. It reduced the amount of time each of them had to stay awake. Devan was given the first watch because she had never done it before, which would provide her with uninterrupted sleep. She was still fighting to stay awake when her watch at last ended and she awoke Matusen for his turn. She crawled into the tent next to Lorelle and wrapped her blankets around her, surrendering to blessed sleep. ------- Devan felt Lorelle moving next to her some time later, roused slightly as the other woman crawled out of the tent. Devan moved into a slightly more comfortable position and almost immediately drifted back off to sleep, assuming Lorelle had went to answer the call of nature. Shortly thereafter, Devan half-roused again due to some sound she couldn't quite place. Peeking outside the tent, she was surprised to see Lorelle on her knees, bare breasted and with Matusen's cock in her mouth. The sound Devan had heard was Lorelle's mouth slurping up and down the man's shaft. Matusen let out a quiet gasp as Devan watched, and from Lorelle's reaction Devan guessed that the man must be coming in her mouth. When his knees grew wobbly a moment later, it more or less confirmed Devan's suspicions. Devan pulled her head back inside the tent and wondered what had prompted Lorelle to warm up to the scarred old warrior. He was hardly her type from what Devan had seen. Lorelle crawled back into the tent a short while later — licking her lips — and curled back up in her blankets. When Devan looked at her through sleepy eyes to ask the question in her mind, Lorelle put a finger before her lips and winked. She then curled up in her blanket to sleep. Devan just shook her head and did the same, too exhausted to care at the moment. ------- The kampar awakened Lorelle for the last watch, and as it drew near a close, she started breakfast. Everyone else rose shortly thereafter as the scent of bacon filled the air in the camp. Once everyone finished eating, they set out on the road again. Darmok had eaten more than his fill, and remained relatively quiet — at least for a kampar. That of course meant that he occasionally paused for a quarter hour or so. Darmok constantly tried to engage Devan in conversation, but she pointedly ignored the creature. The only time she didn't ignore him was when she noticed him walking along close to her and found his hand in her spell component pouch. She slapped his hand away and scowled at him. "Sorry, that little funny smelling bag was trying to fall out of there. I didn't want you to drop it, so I was pushing it back in. I didn't mean to startle you, but I had to move quick to catch it before it fell," Darmok explained to her with a bright, cheery smile. Devan rolled her eyes at him and adjusted her pouch around to the front of her body. They passed a few people going through the wood in the opposite direction. The strangers were wary as they approached, but were more or less friendly as they passed upon deciding the small group was not a threat. Everyone tightly held their purses and packs when they noticed the kampar, however. Lorelle carefully scanned the sides of the trail, judging the conditions right for Wyvern Tongue. It only grew under very specific conditions, and the plant that grew from the root that was the prize they sought looked like any number of other plants that shared the undergrowth of the forest with it. Around noon, Lorelle spotted something and walked off the trail to examine it more closely. She smiled and called to the rest of the group, "I found some!" Devan walked over as Lorelle dug up the plant. Lorelle pointed out the features of the plant, which looked much like a dandelion, except it had red veins running through the leaves of the plant. She carefully dug up the two plants she had found, and then explored the nearby woods for more. Darmok wandered off to look for ghosts or bandits again while Devan searched the area as well. Matusen just sat down on the trunk of a fallen tree, not really having anything to do. Lorelle found four more plants, and Devan found one before they paused to eat the noon meal. Lorelle said the location was perfect for the plants, and they could probably find all they needed in this area. It took them a few hours, but they eventually filled their sacks with the long taproots of the plants. They now had twice as much as the amount Lorelle had sold a couple of days before. Each root was carefully wrapped in cloth as soon as it was dug up, because exposure to sunlight for more than a few moments destroyed the potency of it. That and the difficulty in locating the plant was what made it so hard to find in many herbal shops. The traveling companions were about to have an evening meal of trail bread and dried beef when Darmok returned to the camp with a brace of squirrels he had brought down with a sling. Lorelle gratefully put away the trail fare and roasted squirrel on a fire instead. Once everyone finished eating and Matusen extinguished the trailside fire, the group backtracked to a more suitable location to set up camp for the night. Roasting the squirrels had extended the time they would be on the road, but all felt it was worth it. The group managed to set up camp in plenty of time before darkness settled over the woods. Matusen suggested the same watch as the night before, and once again, Devan noticed Lorelle creeping from the tent shortly after Devan returned to it. Devan was not quite as exhausted tonight as on the previous night, so she plainly heard the sound of Lorelle slurping on Matusen's manhood this time. Even though the man was completely unattractive to her, the thought that Lorelle was sucking his cock only a few feet away made Devan wet. The sounds stopped for a moment, and something new replaced them. Devan couldn't help but peek outside the tent to see what had caused the change. What she saw was Lorelle's bare bottom bobbing up and down over Matusen's legs. The new sounds was the squishing of his rod sliding into her depths, and her ass bouncing off his legs in an ever-increasing tempo. Those sounds were soon joined by quiet moans and groans from the couple. The firelight reflected off Matusen's slick member every time Lorelle rose up to impale herself on him again. Devan's hand found its way down between her legs, her sex screaming for attention and refusing to be ignored. She couldn't take her eyes off the scene before her, her fingers pulling her panties aside and slipping between her moist lips. Devan stroked two fingers into her depths, the fingers of her other hand rubbing her bud. Lorelle started to slam down harder on Matusen's cock, her sounds of pleasure growing louder. Devan's hands moved faster in pace with Lorelle's hips, and she bit her lip to trap her own sounds of pleasure. Lorelle suddenly sat bolt upright, a low moan emerging from her throat as she sat impaled on Matusen's shaft. She pinched her nipples and pulled them outward, her body shuddering. Devan's hands moved rapidly now, the growing heat of her impending orgasm swelling in her loins. It was all she could do to remain silent, her eyes still locked on the couple fucking in the firelight. Lorelle's hips bounced spastically over him a pair of times, and then she gasped, falling forward. His hands found their way to her buttocks, tightly gripping them. He thrust up into her, causing Lorelle to gasp and bite off a yelp. Matusen's hips thrust up at Lorelle fast, and Devan heard the woman release a moan that she attempted to choke off as she obviously reached another peak. Matusen's movement suddenly stopped and Devan heard him groan. Devan could almost feel his hot cum flooding her depths as his seed spurted deep into Lorelle. Devan's body stiffened and it took every ounce of her will not to cry out as her own orgasm gripped her. Devan curled up into a ball as her orgasm refused to let her go, pulling her head back inside the tent. She stroked her fingers inside her a few more times, causing her to curl up even tighter and emit a quiet, choked off yelp of pleasure. She jerked her fingers out of her depths and brought them to her mouth, sucking her wetness from them, and covered her quivering sex with her other hand as she slowly spiraled down from her peak. She had only just managed to pull her panties back into place and regain her composure when Lorelle returned to the tent. The scent of Devan's arousal hung heavily in the air, and Lorelle smiled knowingly at Devan feigning sleep. Lorelle curled up in her blankets and drifted off to sleep. ------- The group packed up their camp and set out early, believing they could make it back to town before nightfall if they didn't dally. Matusen seemed to have an additional spring in his step as he walked. Unfortunately, so did Darmok. His constant chatter gave Devan a feeling as if a bee was hovering next to her ear from the moment she started walking. The kampar constantly darted off the trail, bringing back this or that interesting — to him — objects and trying to draw everyone into conversation about them. The traveling companions made good time, and Devan estimated that they were perhaps an hour away from the edge of the woods. Darmok had once again darted off the trail into the underbrush, and while Devan was glad for the brief respite in his chatter, she groaned knowing that he would trot back soon enough with a deer antler or some other piece of junk to annoy her again. "Hey everybody, wait up! I found a dark and spooky staircase leading down into the ground over here!" Devan rolled her eyes and grumbled under her breath, "Good. Go fall down the stairs." "A staircase? The Kampar has lost what little mind he had. We're in the middle of the damn woods," Matusen grumbled, shaking his head and turning to continue down the trail. "Maybe we should go take a look," Lorelle suggested. Devan and Matusen both stopped walking and turned to look at Lorelle in surprise. "It could be an old cellar or something similar. The conditions around here are perfect for Dwarf Beard fungus and a few other types of fungi we don't have in the shop. An old cellar would be the perfect place for them to grow." Devan considered for a moment and realized Lorelle was right. Finding some Dwarf Beard would provide a welcome addition to their stores. It had uses in both magic and herbal healing. "Maybe we should check it out." "I don't have any torches," Matusen offered as an excuse to continue on their way. Lorelle smiled. "We don't need them. Show us this staircase Darmok." Darmok's face sprouted a huge smile and he pointed. "It's right over here, just a little off the trail. Follow me!" The little man bounded off into the undergrowth, and the other three followed. When they reached the spot, Devan saw that there was indeed a moss-covered staircase leading down into the earth. Matusen kicked at a mossy stone nearby. "These are worked stone. There was a house or something here at some point." "A little light, Devan? Yours are always brighter and last longer than mine," Lorelle requested. Devan cast her spell, and a brightly glowing orb of light appeared in her hand. She sent it drifting down into hole, illuminating more of the stairs. Peering down, she could see the landing at the bottom and little else. "Wow, you can do magic! Do some more!" Darmok exclaimed, clapping his hands and staring at the globe of light. "How about I turn you into a toad and look for a snake?" Devan mumbled. "That sounds fun! Could you make me a purple toad with green spots? I don't think I'd like being a regular old boring toad." Devan groaned and walked down the stairs. The Kampar bounded down after her, with Matusen and Lorelle following. Once the four emerged from the staircase, they found themselves in what must have been a true basement, much more than a simple cellar. The walls, floor, and ceiling were worked stone, supported by columns. Devan saw a few pieces of collapsed and rotting wooden furniture, but other than that, the basement was empty. "Look — Dwarf Beard," Lorelle exclaimed and walked over toward a rotting desk that was covered in spots of fuzzy fungus. Once again, Matusen was lost. He sat down on the last step while the women gathered up the fungus. The excitable halfling moved all around the room, peering into cracks in the walls and under the crumbling furniture. Lorelle and Devan had just finished scraping away the fungus when they heard Darmok say, "Hey, what's this?" The sound of stone grinding on stone startled everyone, the volume of the noise and the echoes it produced in the basement causing everyone's teeth to grind. Looking over toward the kampar, Devan saw him standing in front of a hidden door. "Wow! A secret passage!" He exclaimed and immediately darted inside. Lorelle stepped into the room after him and quietly said, "Oh my, what have we here?" She knew full well what the room was, in truth. Devan likewise immediately recognized a wizard's lab and library when she stepped through the door. The room was just large enough to contain the bookshelves, a pair of work desks, and a few chairs. These had been protected from the elements, and everything was in good condition. Matusen at least had the luxury of sitting in a chair while the women gathered up things this time. The women were constantly forced to slap away Darmok's hands as he reached for things. Darmok protested when Devan snatched something out of his hands, "I was just going to look at it! Have you ever considered being a prison guard instead of a magic user? You're really good at taking all the fun out of life, and that seems to be what prison guards are best at." "I might consider being a kampar hunter," Devan growled under her breath. "You could accidentally release magic from something, Darmok, and we have no idea yet what some of these things might do," Lorelle tried to explain. The warning hardly discouraged Darmok. He stood up on his tiptoes and bounced on them. "Wow! That sounds like real fun!" "You could accidentally set yourself on fire, or melt all the flesh off your bones," Devan warned, trying to frighten the halfling. The Kampar cried out, "Oh, wow!" Running over to Devan he said, "I bet I would make a really scary skeleton. I could hide out in graveyards and jump out from behind tombstones and make scary noises. Better yet, I could go to jails and scare the pants off of prison guards. Do you really think I might turn into a skeleton?" Devan rolled her eyes, groaned, and turned away from the kampar. She then held up something she had found to show Lorelle. "Recognize this?" Lorelle laughed in delight. "A Rift Window! I was worried we would have to come back here and get all this, but we can send it right back to the house with that." "We can probably get some real food from the house too, before the magic burns out. It has to be getting dark. We'll probably have to camp again for the night," Devan suggested. "Good idea. Let's get all this into a pile on that work desk so we can get it through quickly." ------- Once Devan and Lorelle deposited all the things from the room into their home with the magic item's power, they used it to acquire food from the pantry as well. The meal of ham and vegetable soup made for a much more cheery camp that night, and Lorelle would have bacon and eggs to cook again in the morning. Once again, they set the same watch, and once again, Devan could not help but peek out when she heard Lorelle and Matusen coupling in the night. This time, Lorelle stood bent over with her hands braced on a tree, and Matusen pounding her hard from behind. Devan's fingers brought her to climax as Matusen grunted and emptied his seed into Lorelle, a repeat of the previous night. After breakfast the next morning, the group broke camp and started down the trail. It wouldn't take them very long to exit the woods from where they were, and they would soon reach home. Devan saw Darmok fiddling with something and immediately recognized it as a magical wand. She walked up and confronted him, reaching for the wand. "Where did you get that?" Darmok snatched the wand away from her grasp just in time and told her, "Back where we found all those books. It's pretty isn't it?" "Let me see that," Devan ordered and reached out toward the wand. A tiny spark of electricity shot from the wand and zapped Devan's hand. She snatched it back with an exclamation and scowled at the kampar. "I didn't do it!" Lorelle looked at the wand. "It must have bonded to him. I've never heard of any magic item bonding to a kampar — or any halfling — but there's no other explanation. I guess it's his now, though it won't be much more than a curiosity without the command word." Darmok asked, "Command word?" "A special word that makes the wand work. They are all different, and unless you know the right word, it won't do much." "Oh, I could guess! This will be fun!" Devan and Matusen both simultaneously groaned and started walking down the trail again. Darmok pointed the wand at helpless trees and bushes, saying random words and phrases all the way. "Abracadabra! I heard a magician say that at a fair once. Humph, doesn't work." "Alakazam!" "Poof!" "Make magic!" Devan tried to ignore the constant stream of words, knowing it was as about as likely lightning striking you for the kampar to guess the right word. That was certainly a comforting thought, because it was obvious in Devan's second sight that the item possessed great power. The thought of that much magic power with a kampar commanding it was enough to make any person's stomach knot up in fear. The two women started when Matusen and Darmok both pulled up short a few minutes later, the kampar immediately going silent. The annoying creature's silence served to give Devan a feeling of foreboding. Matusen moved over and whispered, "Something is out there. It wasn't anything natural. Something out there is flanking us." Devan and Lorelle reached into their spell component bags, preparing to hurl magic at any foes that might appear. Matusen suddenly looked around, and the women heard sounds out in the woods as well. Matusen sniffed the air and cursed, "Shit! Goblins — lots of them. We've got to run." He punctuated the statement by pushing the two women down the trail. Devan ran, and heard the sounds behind her increase. When Devan glanced over her shoulder, she saw dozens of the ugly goblins boiling out of the woods, running toward them. There was no time to cast any spells to try to slow them down. The only hope the traveling companions had lay in escape, or finding a place that they could defend that would keep too many of the monsters from reaching them at once. "Hey, you wood troll's butt warts! Over here!" Darmok's voice erupted from the trail behind them. A few of the creatures turned toward the voice and snarled. "That's right, I'm talking to you. Is that your face, or are you walking on your hands, butthead? It's hard to tell when your breath smells just like your ass!" More of the creatures skidded to a halt, and the rest slowed to look around, searching for Darmok, who was hidden somewhere off the trail. Matusen screamed, "There!" Devan turned to see him pointing at a spot where deadfalls and a few boulders made a natural barrier. She hurried into it, the goblins that had not stopped to look for Darmok fast approaching. Darmok continued to shout insults at the goblins. "I've seen better looking heads on an ogre's nut warts! They were probably smarter too!" The other three vaulted quickly into the tangle. Matusen stood ready to defend against the approaching goblins while Devan and Lorelle cast their spells. "Hey you! I think I've met your mother! She oinks a lot, but she still smells better than you!" Lorelle completed her spell and magical missiles felled one of the approaching goblins. The monsters all dived for cover then, frightened by the use of magic. Devan's lightning bolt, which almost immediately followed the missiles, sent three more goblins to the ground. That display of power completely panicked the monsters. The goblins all ceased advancing, and many turned to run the other way. "Horse dung is smarter than all of you put together! I bet... Uh oh." Darmok's voice rang out, the last preceded by a sharp crack. Darmok appeared then, hanging precariously from a limb as the one he had stood on previously dropped to the ground. He scrambled to climb up on the limb, the goblins growling and moving toward him. Devan didn't really like Darmok, but she hated goblins. She started to cast her lightning bolt again, and heard Lorelle chanting as well. Darmok managed to get back up and perch on the limb from which he had been dangling. The goblins reached the base of the tree and starting to climb. "Uh oh," Darmok said again. He looked around, but didn't see any way he could climb higher or jump to another tree. He pulled out the wand, pointed it down toward the goblins, and screamed, "Work!" Both Devan and Lorelle's spells were ruined when the roar of flame coming from the wand startled them. The goblins climbing the tree dropped to the ground as burnt husks, trailing smoke. The little kampar laughed and aimed the wand at another group of the monsters. "Work!" He hollered with glee. Bright balls of magic leapt from the wand and streaked toward the monsters. These exploded in bright flashes of light, dropping at least a dozen goblins to the ground — many of them in several pieces. The three in the tangle watched in open-mouthed awe as Darmok continued to aim his wand and shout, "Work!" The wand discharged a myriad of magical attacks. Everywhere goblins were falling, or running for their lives back into the woods. Once all the goblins had fled, Matusen and the two women emerged from the tangle to see Darmok dropping down out of the tree with a wide smile on his face. "I should have a better name, since I'm a great and powerful wizard now. How about Darmok the Magnificent? Darmok the Amazing?" Devan shook her head. "Gods save us all — a kampar with a powerful magic wand. The world as we know it is going to fall apart." Matusen covered his nose. "Let's just get out of here. Goblins smell bad enough when they're alive. I never thought anything could smell worse, but burnt goblin is exactly that." Darmok put away his wand. "I should really find a nice wizard robe. A great and powerful wizard should have a robe." The other three all shook their heads and turned to follow the trail out of the woods. Darmok mused about being a wizard and skipped merrily all the way. ------- The remainder of the trip was uneventful, and the group soon walked into town. Darmok wandered off, again talking about acquiring a wizard's robe. Devan and Lorelle walked back to the wagon yard with Matusen. A man selling cherry tarts from a cart nearby caught Devan's eye, and she stopped to purchase one while Lorelle continued on to the wagon yard with Matusen. When Devan finished her tart and walked into the wagon yard, she saw Matusen climbing onto a wagon and Lorelle waving to him. Lorelle blew him a kiss as the wagon started moving out of the yard. She turned and saw Devan, and then walked toward her with a wide smile. "I got away with one crown per day, and a promise to bring us back some good wine. I recommended him to that caravan that's heading toward some good wine country," Lorelle said when she reached Devan. "I wondered what all the flirting was about." Lorelle's face broke into a sly smile. "And the fucking?" Devan actually blushed, something she had not done in many months. Lorelle laughed. "You've picked up on one of life's cold hard facts. Love is a lie. The only good thing that comes from it is the sex, so you may as well skip to the good part." Devan chuckled, agreeing with Lorelle wholeheartedly. "Here's another lesson. The reason you can't get into the schools is because you're a woman. Men rule this world, Devan, and they only look at you as a brood mare and a servant because you're a woman. They'll ride you and expect you to make them something to eat afterwards, if you let them. Men do have their own ruler though, and it lives between their legs. "Once that thing gets hard, all the blood in their heads drains into it, and they think with their cocks. These..." Lorelle cupped her breasts. "And this..." She continued while laying her hand over her loins. "They are your tools and your weapons to make men do what you want. They're good for more than just pleasure. In fact, I'd say this is more important than a few minutes of orgasm." Devan considered her words, understanding the logic. "All of that just to save a few crowns, though?" Lorelle laughed. "Well, that's how it started out. Once I got a good look at that hard dick under his trousers, it was a lot of the other, too. In the dark, I couldn't see the scars much, and he sure knew how to use that big cock. I'll probably let him ride me a few more times and keep him wrapped around my little finger." Lorelle gestured and Devan followed her back toward the house. The two talked about what they were going to do with the haul of books and other items from the basement in the woods as they walked. A short walk from home, they passed near one of the magic schools. It was the one where Devan had overheard someone talking about her as unfit for magic because of nothing more than her gender. It reminded her of what Lorelle had just said. Devan's brow furrowed as she thought about it. "I think I understand what you were talking about with men," she said with a growl. Lorelle laughed. "Good. You're a smart girl, and good with magic. If you learn to use that body, you'll be able to go far in this world." "Hey, where's Matusen?" Devan and Lorelle both groaned when they heard Darmok's voice behind them. They turned and had to suppress a laugh when they saw him. He had purloined a woman's summer dress from somewhere, and had modified it with pins into a faded yellow approximation of a wizard's robe — with a very low neckline. "Matusen got a job with a caravan. He had to leave with them immediately," Lorelle informed the halfling. "That's too bad. I wanted to say goodbye to him. Say, you wouldn't know where a good place is for me to begin my new life as a great and powerful wizard, would you?" A mischievous smile — bordering on evil — spread across Devan's face. "That magic school there could probably use some instruction from a great and powerful wizard," she replied, pointing toward the school. "Why, thank you. Come by there any time if you want me to teach you a thing or two about magic. I should get going — I'm sure they're expecting me." Darmok skipped away toward the school, and Lorelle leaned in to whisper to Devan, "That was pure evil — I like it." Both women laughed and watched as Darmok approached the place. "Hi ho! Darmok Tinke... Err... Darmok the Incredible here! I've come to teach you all about magic. I'm a great and powerful wizard, you know." "A thieving kampar! Quick — get rid of it!" One of the wizards at the entrance of the building exclaimed. Darmok stammered, "T-t-t-thief! I'll show you lot! Tremble before the might of Darmok the Incredible — you sons of a goat's dingleberries!" Another wizard joined the one in the doorway, both laughing at Darmok as he pulled his wand from inside his robe with a flourish. One of the wizards worked his hands in spell casting gestures, preparing a spell that would teleport the little man far away. Darmok raised the wand and said, in a loud voice, "Work!" Nothing happened — at least nothing that anyone could see with his or her eyes. What happened was that the protective wards on the building, and every magic item the wizards had on their person immediately lost all magical power. Devan and Lorelle could both sense it, and the wizards in the school could as well. Darmok looked at the wand. "Huh. Must have been holding it wrong. Let me try that again. WORK!" Great gusts of wind issued from the wand, blowing the wizards off balance and back into the building. Shouts erupted from inside, dominant amongst them the word thief, whenever someone saw Darmok for the first time. The kampar fumed in indignation at so many minor wizards daring to call him a thief. He walked into the school, wand upraised, determined to teach these rude wizards a lesson. Devan and Lorelle both laughed as sounds of screaming erupted from within the building. Every so often, the sounds of explosions and crackles of magical power punctuated the cries of alarm. Occasionally, Devan heard Darmok shouting the command word of his wand. Still laughing, she and Lorelle went home to clean up. They then dressed and prepared for another night of celebration at the Bright Blade. ------- According to rumor, Darmok had simply vanished in a flash of light, sparing more damage to the school, which was now in need of extensive repairs. Devan and Lorelle had celebrated at the Bright Blade, both bedding a handsome merchant before returning home. It took forever to catch up on the weeding, and even two weeks later the two women had barely made a dent in cataloguing the books and items they had taken from the basement in the woods. A few of the items were already selling, wizards recommended by the first who had purchased the Wyvern Tongue already showing up in the shop. Devan hovered over the bed on her hands and knees, furiously rubbing her clit while a middle-aged man humped her from behind. He wasn't very big, and was hardly imaginative, but he certainly had one thing going for him — he was an assistant to the Master of the magic school Darmok had not cast into chaos. He had promised to arrange an audience the next day after Devan had charmed him for a week. She had slowly built things up, letting him look and touch a little, but only offering up the prize once he had made the promise. It was more the thought of getting into the school that stoked Devan's fires than his cock thrusting into her. Devan exploded into orgasm with a scream a few moments later. The clenching of her walls was too much for the man, and he pulled free of her with a loud grunt, stroking his cock and spurting ropes of cum onto her back and bottom. Devan moaned and slipped her fingers inside her to keep her orgasm going as he collapsed to the bed next to her. She kept her body spiking to new peaks for a minute or so before letting her fires die down. Once she recovered, she looked over and saw the man was sound asleep — even starting to snore. Devan slipped out of the bed, cleaned off her back, and then set out her finest wizard's robe for her meeting the next day. Finally, she slipped back into bed next to the spent and snoring man. Tomorrow was going to be a good day. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2006-07-08 Last Modified: 2007-07-06 / 11:59:34 pm Version: 1.10 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------