Thread: The Fucking Pub (Panakananana and Boyo111)

Grinning after Noella rubbed herself on him, taking a moment to stroke his erection before suggesting he get to work, swallowing hard Andros stood and stretched. Ah well, duty first, eh? Reaching over for his breeches could think of less attractive companions, even for demonkind. Though to let her close to him so easily, shaking his head as he struggled into his tunic and vest wondered why he was letting her get this near to him without worry. As his breeches tightened while watching her dress, knew exactly why. Shrugging he reached a hand out, cupping her ass as he stepped out of the room, assuring no one was outside that he would need to worry about. Paying the innkeeper for the room, left the inn and walked back to the Keep. There he sought out the Knight's Council finding only one in attendance, an older knight still in platemail, feet up on the large, circular desk the bearded and weathered face already flush with drink. Who are you? The man asked, bored. Andros, he bowed formally unsure why no one was in attendance, he was supposed to show up this morning. I was to come for my final task. The man waved a hand, oh, that, a belch and the man almost fell off his chair. Well, go kill, uhm, a thousand demons and come back with something to prove it. Pelts, horns or whatever. The same hand waved him off. Leaving the room in a daze heard only the task, the ridiculousness of the entire chamber that could hold hundreds, with a Council of 50 attended by one drunken fool, that washed over him. A thousand, he repeated softly as he left the chambers and went to his small room in the Keep. Smiling as he thought of it, if Dracula was truly after him and it was as dangerous as Noella said then a thousand would not be a problem. His room was simple, only a pallet bed and a chest for his belongings, Knights were intended to be trained in discomfort, the pallet beds certainly were that. Dressing in his thick leather and chainmail, tall boots and gloves with small plates sewn into them, it covered his body and protected him while not weighing him down. Wrapped up at the bottom of the chest was something he had never been sure about, but had been handed down to him from his father when he came to train. Unwrapping the leather around the twin daggers thought they might be used for Noella. Long, curved with a wicked look to them they were just the thing he would expect a succubi to have an carry. Wrapping them up took his long dagger, with his height and size it was almost a short sword but not as broad, but it paired well with the bastard sword he could use one or two handed. Strapping the sword to his left, the dagger to his right adjusted the chain skirt around his thighs, taking the rest of his belongings and an extra cloak, and left the Keep in high spirits. On the way back to the inn he came to a part of the village where the houses closed together, the alley and street covered in deep shadow. From the shadow he heard a voice, hand on his sword turned to see something in the dark, a shadow that was a deeper shade than the shadow around it. A maniacal laughter came as two red, glowing eyes appeared in the shadow, his sword grated as he pulled it out facing the shade that came closer, greetings Knight, from my lord Dracula!