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Thread: Dominant Paladin, Innocent Bard (PsionicCuttlefish & SweetandSour)

The unwavering, unquestioning experience earned a gasp and murmur through the crowd. As amusing as it should of been, their surprise simply made her sad. How many times had the young lord been Humilated, rejected, passed over by pompous asses and knights high on their own glory. She didn't flinch or wave as her suspicions were confirmed, all this had simply been an elaborate scheme. She gave the Lord Oroiville a smirk, the friendliness gone from her eyes, replaced by a knowing gleam. In his own rite. She echoed, rising to her feet. I promise it will be done. He seems like a fine lad, I welcome the company. Better in mine than yours, you fat windbag, words she really wanted to say. Her onyx black whip cracked as she wrapped it around her chest and shoulder, the magical weapon tightening. Her staff seemed to fold in itself, shrinking to only a foot in length, and slipped it through the whip on her back. I hate to sound in a rush, but a girl needs to unwind. Her attention drifting back to Tyler. Pack light, and bring the coin, I'll buy you a drink at the tavern. And unceremoniously walked out of the Arena, and making many men realize even an Orc could have one hell of a backside. She made a beeline for the local taveen, the center of the festival and drinking. The locals buzzed about her, asking questions and offering congratulations, which she accepted along with a few free drinks. It didn't feel like a feast or a festival anymore though, and Gwen's good nature gone with it. All this... just a sham to get rid of his own son. She took a drink after trying to shake the disgust out of her head. And come to grips that things were going to be quite... different now. The he'll you get yourself into Gwen. She muttered, sitting in her corner booth. The crowd was dispersing now, giving her a few minutes of peace and quite to get her head straight. Soon she was literally kicked bsck, one boot up against the table and her head resting on the booth backer, arms stretched out in a yawn.
Thread: Dominant Paladin, Innocent Bard (PsionicCuttlefish & SweetandSour)

Gwen was half asleep at the booth by the time Tyler arrived, her grey eye blinking open slowly as she heard the light foot steps of a boy unfamiliar to travel boots. It made her smirk how shy the slender boy was. Clothes look good on you. Never could stand thick robes and fancy tunics myself. She complimented, tugging at her collar to loosen the strings. The extra cleavage, while not the intent, was sure to not go unappreciated. Can't breath properly in lavish fabrics, my body's got to breath. She teased, sitting up just a tad more, bringing them to eye level. At the arena she couldn't get too look at the boy, and took her chance to glance him over, taking in his fair build and rather pretty face, especially for a boy. There couldn't be a rugged bone in his body, a fact that most would best bout, but one that Gwen appreciated greatly. She liked boys to be pretty, she was rugged enough for the both after all. She respected strength, the brawn, admired it even, alas she never lusted after jagged scars and rock hard muscle masses. Relax, this ain't your Daddy's court. Your doing fine. Here, have a drink. And moved her pint across the table to his reach. Gwendolyne Blackthorne to be formal, but Gwen rolls off the tongue easier. Imagine having a bloody beast of a Fenrir bout to devour you and having to scream Gwendolynn, it just ain't possible. Her eyes betrayed the attempted best, and conceded with a sheepish grin. Not that you'll be attacked by a monster, just... Yup, names Gwen, should of left it at that. ...I bet you weren't expecting to be leaving home today. Lot to take in I know. Scared me shitless to even think of leaving home. She chuckled, running a hand through her hair nervously, toying at her long braid. In fact, Alice used to say... The merriment in her eyes vanished for a second, replaced with a somber memory. ...Used to say so was the only Orc too timid for my own good. And took a hearty swig to lift her spirits again. But that's tales for another time. Eat up, and tell me a bit about yourself, bout your life here. Ever traveled before? She threw out examples before leaning in to listen with a smile.
Thread: Dominant Paladin, Innocent Bard (PsionicCuttlefish & SweetandSour)

Gwen watched the slender young noble drink from the mug. He was certainly obident, a fact that made her pleased yet sad. His father seemed like the typical brash brute who barked rather than talked, even to his own son. It was a guilty pleasure of hers, good little boys always worked into her heart, no matter how sad it was that someone forced them to be such a way. She listened intently, at every pause and stammered word. At the mention of seeking his manly glory, she choked on a long drink of the mug. Your father still that into you? That a man should find glory out there? A muscular arm waved st the window next to them, to the outside, before slumping rather unladylike against the booth. Bet your old man fancied himself a legend worth talking bout, a real man. She laughed at the notion, a hearty laugh that made her gigantic bust bounce and jiggle. Glory hounds are the worst. You know what's outside kiddo? It ain't glory, not the path I walk... It's scars and blood. Iron wills and iron blades, teeth and claws, tearing st you. Setting the mug down, she brushed her bangs to show her scarred eye. Think I earned any glory losing this eye? Any songs for It? Yet in her tone was no anger or venom, and a smile even creeped out on her lips. But aye... I was blessed with an honor. But it wasn't an honor I ever expected, I ever sought out... and let the onyx hair fall back, covering the scarred mass and let out a sigh. Glory overrated kid. And you won't find honor if you crave glory, just a castle, a fat belly, and trying to relive said glorys while rotting away. She motioned to the tavern keep, ordering two more drinks, and some meats and cheese. First rule of traveling, meat, cheese, and bread is a true feast on the road, keeps strength. Fruits and veggies are best enjoyed when you get them, savored even. She rambled, noting the boy had something left to say. Do you know how to cook? How to bind armour? I sharpen my own blades, but if you could cook and help with my armour, I think you'll be a fine squire. Only real question is... Do you truly want me to be a squire? A knight one day? I could teach you fighting, make you strong, push you to your limits and beyond, make you a hard warrior like me. And flexed her muscles with a cheeky smirk. But I think you'd look terrible under layers of muscles and covered in scars. You just don't have that look in your eyes. She smiled, sitting back up. You grew up in a castle, son of a lord. If you cared to be a warrior you'd be one by now. So pardon my bluntness, but you can cut the crap. Your dad's not here... And I think there's something you want to say. Drink If you need the courage.
Thread: Dominant Paladin, Innocent Bard (PsionicCuttlefish & SweetandSour)

Good, I' a terrible cook myself. Never had the patience for it, I' eat all the ingredients before I even finished. Never minded the taste of bloody flesh either, but decent cooked meals on the road, sounds like a dream. She smiled, pleased that the boy knew at least the basics. You'll learn more I' sure, I love me a good hearty stew. Onions are my favorite. The orc maiden admitted, licking her lips at the thought of it. Truth was, she was a fine cook, but was always too tired to use any energy on her own dinner. It seemed like a small pleasure not worth her strength. Having a cook along, someone to help meant better, tastier meals instead of devouring a half cooked leg of lamb. Tyler' change in posture worried her at first, fearing she had been too hard on the boy. If this was his dream then she just shat all over it. Thankfully the boy spoke the truth, accepting her words. Though her heart did sink at how he pur himself down. Said he'd dissapoint her, he'd let her down and just be a joke. Lad... A massive green hand reached over, ruffling the elvish boys locks. I don't want to hear anymore of that talk. You hear Me? Talk like that and aye, you'll dissapoint people, most of all yourself. You don' know what you can do, you'e never been away from that tub of lard. I' sure you have love for your father, but fuck him. He doesn' know anything bout you, you don' know anything bout you. Her words were blunt, but her touch gentle and assyring, cupping his cheek, leaned over for him to look at her incredible bust, the loose strings holding her tunic together growing looser. Like... I bet you didn' even know you' get hard looking at an Orcs rack. And gave him a wink before leaning back as their plates were laid out before them. I can' promise you that little lord. Aye, you can swear not to kill, but sometimes that means you die. Is not killing worth your life? It ain' worth mine. A short sword slid out of her sheath, slicing through the juicy sausage in front of her like butter, and impaled the piece. But I never seek to kill unless to eat. I kill animals, I kill beasts, but those with a brain, a heart... It' part of my sworn oath, killing is the last resort. I have... other ways of dealing with my enemies. But I can promise this... Your my squire, my ward. I'l fight to keep you safe and alive, you cook to keep me alive and fed. Overtime, I'm sure we'll be of use to each other in other ways. And ate the perfectly cooked piece of meat, savoring it' juices. A messy eater, soon the juices were flowing down her lips, splattering onto her tits.
Thread: Dominant Paladin, Innocent Bard (PsionicCuttlefish & SweetandSour)

Gwen could never even dream of punishing a boy for his natural curiosity of the female form. Especially her beefy bod, a rack to kill for that hung from a stack of muscles that women dawned over and men dreamed of having. She was no conventional beauty, not a maiden to sing beautiful songs of, to put flowers in her hair or to lead on the dance floor. She tore into her meal with a gusto every women in a corset wished they could act upon, savoring each bite and tearing into each piece with her strong jaws. When any meal could your last, who had time for dainty bites. It wasn't for his sake she ate so vigoriously... well, maybe just a little bit. Every girl had her type, and Tyler had no idea Gwen loved femme boys, especially of the Elven kind. She felt she had lectured him enough, and was pleased by his responses to save the rest for later. Its a nifty trick, I'm sure you will see it sooner or later. She replied coyly, wondering just how red those ears would get if he knew her non lethal ways could involve making him moan her moan under her. She scolded herself mentally for her dirty mind, the boy was still an innocent after all, and he could see he was already warming up to her. Had no one given the boy a kind word? An encouraging pat or played with him? It was a sad story she knew too well, but at least that could all change now. Though, she did wonder the ethics of becoming just a tad aroused knowing he was watching her eat. It hadn't been his pants that betrayed him, she just knew that look in his eyes. She finished the last of her meal, belching happily before reaching her arms up for a mighty stretch, groaning in relief. Her muscles tensed, showing each masculine chunk, her chest heaving with her. That hit the spot. You bring the champions purse? Should cover our meal and room easily. Tell me, you must know this town pretty well. Once he handed her the coin purse, she weighed it. Know any place that could make good use for It? I got my fill, and my reward. And gave him a playful smile as she rose, ruffling his hair and standing up. Think it over, and we'll pay them a visit in the morning. Drink, mingle, it's your last night here. I'm hitting the hay. She casually informed him, stopping to bend over, leaning over him. And if I catch you staring at my tits again while I eat- Her voice took a dark, primal tone, like a growl. ...Ill make you clean them off. A seductive glaze in her words as she breathed on his sensitive neck. With your tongue. And left upstairs with a hearty laugh. Kidding... Or am I? You don't know. She called back, laughing merrily as she imagined his cute face.
Thread: Dominant Paladin, Innocent Bard (PsionicCuttlefish & SweetandSour)

Oh this boy was already too much fun. It was a guilty pleasure of hers, though not out of any initial sexual nature, though as she was a being of sexual nature, the line got... fuzzy. This young lord in particular reminded her of her days before her destiny was revealed. Shy, timid, no belief that they could be anything truly great. Though, their first nights had thankfully not been identical. That's why it was fun, there was no danger, no need for heroics, just a pleasant meet and greet to set him on a new path. As Gwen laid down to sleep, she felt it was more a duty to sleep than any real desire. She dreaded it, eyes lowered and her hair down, she rolled back onto the bed for her bodies sake. And so began another restless night. In the morning she was up before her new young ward, drinking a cup at the bar grogily. Her body felt rested and renewed, but the tiredness lingered in her head for an hour or so after waking. This time it had been a strange, sickening squish of a sound that had bled into her dreams. Sounds of a night she was forced to never forget, like a ear worm buried in her brain. The same sickening squish of the rock hitting... She downed her cup of joeCoffee, even in fantasy, tired people need coffee before she let her thoughts get carried away I'd the past today. Memories did little good keeping you alive and alert. Tyler's appearance helped take her mind off her sleepless night, and even couldn't resisting smiling back at just how much more Tyler seemed alive. You seem in better spirits. Aye, I find it's only trouble to travel with coin. Besides, it's from the people's treasury I'm sure. Tournament money always feels cheap. She explained, pleased to see her squire stepping up and looking forward to the adventure. Lead the way then lad. As for where to next, I heard some rumors in the tavern bout some cattle mutitlations a days walk out. Hopefully it's just wolves. She added, though her gut already knew wolves didn't use knives, and if the men had been true, only a few parts were missing. That part she left out. Didn't want to spook the kid just yet. Or may be a witch. She admitted, far from casually than most, showing off her trademarked confidence. Witches weren't so bad... ususally.
Thread: Dominant Paladin, Innocent Bard (PsionicCuttlefish & SweetandSour)

The boy really did have a smile that could brighten up a room. It touched her to hear he was feeling better, made her more confident in her decision to take him along despite the ever present dangers. His blush made her smile in turn, and ruffle his hair as she passed him. That's the spirit kiddo. Alright, let's go make the world a better place! She exclaimed with her own infectious smile, and off they went, letting him point the way to the local orphanage. He made the right choice. The place waslnt terrible but after seeing the Lord's estate, she felt it should look better. As he handed her the bag she shook her head and handed it back to him. The little Lord here is off to be my squire, he wanted to leave knowing you all would be okay. She said loudly to the adults and kids with a wide smile and patted his back, giving his shoulder a squeeze. She lifted up four young ones with ease who were around her legs, placing another effortlessly on her shoulders. Her eyes gleaned as she played with them, the terrifying orc just a friendly giant to the innocent. Broke her heart to put them down and walk away. Lastly, she pulled a small riddles figurine from her bag, presenting it to the orphanages head. You w ont know this Goddess but I hope you'll find a place for her. She'll keep an eye on y'all for me. She added a wink, gave Tyler a shout they were ready to go. And had to pry a few kids loose of her legs. Once they left the small town she listened to Tyler's stammerings as they walked, patting his back. A melody would be great. It's quiet on the road. Though you mentioned something else... I once knew a muscican, played a flute though. Had a magic in her though, old magic. Magic words could not express, magic too old for words. The world is full of impossible things, I love to hear of more. She gave him a reassuring wink. Well talk more of your duties at camp. Til then, play me a song pretty boy. And with one beefy arm, picked him up by his shirt and lifted him above her, setting him down on her shoulders and picked up her pace. Well get you a horse sometime, for now just enjoy the ride. And what began with a small trot became a breath taking run that even horses would struggle to keep up with, yet a surprisingly smooth ride.
Thread: Dominant Paladin, Innocent Bard (PsionicCuttlefish & SweetandSour)

She lifted her squire down gently from her shoulders, Wii g her bro with a satisfied grin. That was a great run if I do say muself. You don't play half bad ya know? Though we Orcs aren't known for our musical tastes. She complimented, ruffling his hair before surveying the chosen camp sight, a simple clearing but we'll enough hidden. She unshouldered her travel back and unceremoniously flipped and dumped out it's contents. Few pans, sleeping rolls, tent, much more stuff than should reasonably fit. Gotta love bags of holding. She commented, morning him over. She began instructing him in proper camp set up, why she chose where she chose, things to think anout, and answered any of his questions best she couod. After half an hour the simple camp was set up, her canvas tent set up, and began to show him how to make a fire pit and even a simple stew that was soon cooking on the pit. Easy right? I'll let you pick out some spices at the next town, or if there's any thing you'd like to try. Long as it's warm I'll eat anything, and if it's cold... I'll probably still eat it. And patted him on the back. Now let's see, what else do squires... squire? She put her hand on her chin, stroking it as if she had a beard. Cook yeah, camp yeah... Oh! And snapped her fingers, turning to him with a big ole grin. Stripping me naked!. Of my armour. Was the end of the sentance, she just waited to see the no doubt adorable reaction. But where did I put my armour you ask? And snapped her fingers. In the blink of an eye the simple cloth tunic she wore was seemingly gone, replaced with the black as night leather armour from the tournament. I know some say even craftsmanship is the pinnacle of armour, but drawves, those beard bastards know a thing or two. Go elvish if you want light as a feather, go dwarf if you don't mind the extra sweat. She flexed her toned muscles, her years of fighting it's own reward. There were a few metal plates bolted in, repairs from over the years. Like her it bore scars and was no stranger to blood stains, it's sheen long gone, leaving just the tested mettle. Had it enchanted by a friend, with a snap of my fingers I can summon it. She also used a fancy trick lad, you see when it's worn, the runes are completed, and it's sealed against all magic. And snapped her fingers again, but nothing changed. All magic. So alas laddie... She leaned towards him, a devious smile, a mischevious wink, and a facefull of covered, but still very much pronounced cleavage. You get to take it off. And gave his nose a loving poke. I'll talk you through it, no sweat.
Thread: Dominant Paladin, Innocent Bard (PsionicCuttlefish & SweetandSour)

Seeing his blooming rose red face had the giant women laughing without restraint, giving his hair a loving ruffle. Such a proper boy, your cute when you blush you know. Most men she had met would hate that word, especially being called it. Yet it was only the cute men that even caught her attention in a non competitive way, though after her years on the road she no longer felt she had any st ength to prove or feats to beat. Tyler's father would no doubt be furious knowing the paladi n he honored with his son would encourage such things, let alone find assurance in it. That's a good lad. He noted his focus, his attentiveness even when the blush remained, faded but there. So, we start with the limbs. And began the teaching lesson again, taking it slow and outlining the tricks, the ins and outs. Eventrually only the torso plate remained. Guiding him, he would find her heaving bosom covered only by bandages, doing little to hold them still as she took in a deep breath of relief. Its so tight and constricting. She groaned, stretching her arms and back, making her breasts bounce this way and that. Now we eat my lad. She instructed, leaning to take a deep inhale of the soup. Paired with some bread she tore him a piece and filled a bowl for him, taking hers second and relaxing on a rock as a seat. She used the bread as a spoon, scooping out the meaty bits heartily, before downing the broth, missing more than a few drops that cascaded down onto her breasts of beastly beastness.
Thread: Dominant Paladin, Innocent Bard (PsionicCuttlefish & SweetandSour)

It was quick as a cobra lashing out in the sands, a arm bound in tight muscle and wrapped in scars and marred tattoos that long ago lost their importance, but as her hand landed on Tyler's shoulder, it did not strike like a cobra, or clamp like a vice, but a soft, if a bit callused grip to halt the young Lord's path as he passed in front of her. You Remeber what I said lad? She asked with a smirk, head bowed to hide her own excitement gleaming in her eyes. The large green hand moved from his shoupder, tracing his collarbone, up his throat, and along his cheek bone, ending with a single finger guiding his chin to look directly at the barely covered cleavage in front of him. With their head difference, when standing and her sitting his eye line was just barely above her heaving bosom. I saud- her voice began huskier, a gruff yet sultry tone that demanded he list. That if I caught you staring at droplets upon my breasts... and raised her head to show him the mischevious lust in her eye, and the smirk that showed her fangs. A site that would of been terrifying with her scar and features, but there was no malice or tension in her body. Relaxed, but in control. Youd be licking them off. She dropped her gaze to his mouth, admiring his pouty bottom lip, gently caressing it with her thumb. Your an attentive, focused young lad. You listened to every instruction, you learn quick, and you make music with those fingers of yours. Her other hand walked it's fingers, over after the other from the bottom of his back. So listen here... and turned his gaze away from her, leaning close, her massive dark bulk dwarfing his slender, pale frame. I want you to take that tongue of yours... and lick those giant breasts you've been staring at like a butcher watching a fat cow... Her tongue slipped out to give his ear lobe a lick, as if demonstrating the act. Cause I am a women of my word... But one if virtue too. Of choice... I cannot command your body, that is yours, no one's ekses... as mine is mine... But I want you to... I'm not a shy maiden, I'm blunt, I'm honest... and I ate sloppy just for you lad... and nicked his ear lobe with her teeth. But what you do now... is your choice. I'm a stranger still I'm sure... But when I say I won't laugh at you and your choices, that I won't mock you for being you, and that I'm not joking right now... I hope you believe me. And just as quickly as she had grabbed him, dwarfed him, and shown her burly musckes, and how soft her tongue was, she withdrew, leaning back in her seat and taking a healthy swig from a drinking horn, and offered him the rest. Drink if you want this, but need the courafe. Drink if you need the courage to say you don't want this... Your my squire, not my toy or property. And gave him a softer, more reassuring smile, switching back to her friendly, hearty tone, just a tad solfter and a slight tilt of the head so her bangs covered her scarred socket Just do what you want for the first time in your life Tyler. And relaxed back as he made his choic, her muscles relaxed and at ease, like a lioness at rest, not hunting for prey.