The Tale about the Laughter of Azbezil
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Adult ++
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Chapter 3 The City Shernam
This is a story about explicit sex and other adult only things. If you are under age or offended by such material you should stop reading now. The story, setting and characters has been developed by the author and all rights are reserved.
The tale about the Laughter Of Azbezil
Chapter 3
The City Shernam
* * *
The room at the Inn was crowded, and the audience was waiting in silence for the entertainment of the night to begin. The storyteller had been on his way but was momentarily standing lost in deep thoughts. The Innowner owner of the Inn had previous ignored the storyteller. Tonight he finally tried to be sociable friendly to the man who filled his Inn with paying customers. His friendly babble had been pleasant enough but a single question had put the storyteller in a turmoil dilemma.
"What is your name?" the Innkeeper asked and the storyteller found that he was unable to answer the question.
Every time he tried to remember this simple thing his thoughts just turned back to the story. His past life was before learning the story was close to almost impossible to remember but every word and thought from the tale was clear in his mind. He sat down and reflected, "I must resume the story begin before people start to wonder," he realized and sat down.
* * *
As you heard yesterday, Davrion's family assembled together to a meeting the same day that Helian was put to sleep. It was a very long meeting and I will not go into every issue thing that was brought up said but will tell you what was discussed. Besides the question dealing with how they should fight Azbezil there it was also the problem that Davrion could not leave the cottage. Besides from the handicap due to his missing leg he also got an identical face as his twin brother Azbezil.
There was clearly a need for a stand-in that could assume responsibility when Davrion could not be consulted. Davrion wanted Fenlyw to take this responsibility as the oldest son. Duwlon and the older sisters did disagree.
They argued that Fenlyw was careless and too unfocussed to take this responsibility. Davrion defended his choice while Fenlyw's attention was elsewhere. This discussion continued and Duwlon pointed out that Fenlyw's magic would not serve him well in the roll of a leader. This made Fenlyw angry and for the first time during the discussion he made his feelings clear. His magic created a very convincing illusion of being in a desert. His magic created an almost unbearable effect on the family; they were suffering from the heat and sun in the conjured imagined desert but the discussion continued. Finally Larion and Talinda gave up and asked Fenlyw to remove the deceptive illusion. Fenlyw heeded their wishes but only did so after that they promised to support him.
Fenlyw was selected to be the leader on the battlefield and he and Davrion assigned tasks for the family members. Enbon's and Larion's first quest to help Helian has already been told. Cymari was given the responsibility to restore the powers of the royal signet ring. Fenlyw wanted to return back to the capital city. He wanted to investigate more rumors close top the court.
Duwlon and Talinda both were sent out to examine the disposition of the realm. Today's story will be devoted to them. Our focus will be on them but I will also get the chance to tell you about some people that will figure later in the story. Keep your attention sharp for these additional persons; every character has a role in this drama.
* * *
Even though both Duwlon and Talinda formally received the same assignment their different personalities made them view the task in different ways. Duwlon was curious about what happened with the army on the border towards the elvenrealm. The problem was that he did not have the time to actually go to the location. After some thinkning, he decided to locate Agril, the merchant from Shernam. He had been delivering supplies to the army and Duwlon determined he must become more educated on the subject. Duwlon started on his path but was irritated to discover Talinda following him.
"Why do you follow me?" he asked.
His voice was more than a little hostile since he was still mad about her earlier misguided vote, which destroyed his chance to be the leader. If Talinda and Larion had voted for him he would just had needed one more vote to win.
"I want to get to a city and you must obviously be doing the same so I decided to follow you," Talinda answered.
"Could you please stay out of my way. Supporting Fenlyw was stupid, and we all knew it. Still you change sides when we were close to getting somewhere," Duwlon spat.
"You were was the one that was stupid and brought his school of magic into it. He didn't care a bit until you insulted his magic. To keep saying that Fenlyw's magic was useless to our mission after that display of power was really stupid. Our original argument that he is not the right person to be the leader is a valid thought. He has always been more interested in tales, languages and songs than what has been done to our family," Talinda stated bringing an end to the conversation.
It took some time for the two to reach the city of Shernam. Today Shernam it is considered to be a large village but by then it was big enough to be called a city compared to other settlements. The bad feelings between Duwlon and Talinda had not eased at all during their travel and both were was thus glad to split up when they reached the town.
Talinda didn't care much for armies or wars. Her focus was the little people. She had always wondered what kind of country she lived in and neither the lecture from her father or elves talk about the nature told her anything about her surroundings. Talinda walked around and looked at the people. Her long slim beautiful form and well-made clothes attracted attention and Talinda enjoyed to be seen. Her secret lover, Awril, was always very proper and never showed his interest in public since he had got the rangers strong moral code to follow.
Suddenly a man bumped into Talinda and the impact was strong enough to make her fall.
"Excuse me, I can't believe that I missed such a beauty," the man said as he helped Talinda up to her feet.
In one fluid motion his hand searched for Talinda's coin bag but found it completely empty. Talinda's sharp perception noticed his deception and she gave him smile as she returned the gesture. While pretending to be brushing away dust from her clothes, her fingers untied the knot holding his coin bag.
"You should keep a better watch around you," she said as she scooted and moved away from him. The man seemed to hesitate for a few seconds but then walked away searching for another victim. Talinda decided it was time to search for a tailor to secure her new things within her clothing for additional security.
"I need to be able to hide things in my clothes," Talinda thought and started to search for a tailor.
* * *
At the same time, Duwlon found the office for Agril, the merchant. The house was two stories high and very luxurious. Duwlon cleaned up his appearance and went inside. The huge doors opened to a massive room that took up a large part of the building. The luxurious equipment of the office convinced Duwlon that he had come to the right place. Four clerks and the two boys that Duwlon had seen on the wagon were busy working while Agril sat in the middle of the room supervising. As Duwlon stepped forward, Agril looked up. He was momentarily unsure about who Duwlon was but then he suddenly remembered.
"Your are the lad that helped me get the goods to castle Wekrainan. Have you decided to take my offer about employment?" asked Agril.
"I can not take a permanent job since I have got important tasks to do but I will have few days over between these assignments. Would you possibly have any temporary assignments while I am in town?" Duwlon asked.
"My men work around the clock to do the paper work so you can consider yourself to be working here. If you do not have any place to stay you may borrow a room on the second floor," Agril said.
Soon Duwlon sat down by a desk with a huge number of ledgers and scrolls in front of him. He opened one and noticed that it was not military equipment but art that had been delivered to an auction house in the capital city.
"I thought that you traded with the military?" Duwlon asked Agril.
"General Pasrix would strangle me if you got to work with those papers without his clearance. Only myself, my daughter Tysania and Toug, the night guard have the security clearance for those documents," Agril said.
Duwlon nodded and started to work, cursing silently the words he could not say aloud
* * *
"Will it never happen anything in this part of the tale?" an impatient man called out. The storyteller turned around to look at him. The people around the man were trying to hush the customer but he ignored them.
"I heard the part yesterday and was really looking forward to this evening but what kind of adventures will it be in an ordinary city. This is just plain boring," he called out.
"You can rest assured that I would not include this part in tale if there would be no excitement," the storyteller said. He waited for the room to quiet down again and resumed his tale.
"Before we return to Duwlon and Talinda, we will make a short stop in the king's castle," he said and the audience once again began to listen carefully.
* * *
Azbezil was standing in his throne room as he took in the sight of a rather short visitor entering. It was Glarin, the dwarf. He had recently returned from his trip to the High King's army. Glarin had been forced to report back so that he would leave the High King's service but was now back.
Azbezil studied him as he approached. "What a shame that my blacksmiths' can't produce armors like Glarin's. The dwarwen magic in it is almost as strong as my own," Azbezil thought. He and made a mental note to devise a spell that could break through dwarwen armor. "Better yet, I will devise a way to turn the magics of the armor against the wearer," Azbezil thought.
"Your daughter, Ezame, is pregnant," Glarin stated with a flat voice.
Azbezil looked up in surprise. "Great news! That she and Lombadiel will finally will have get their third children but why do you tell me this?" Azbezil asked Glarin as he delivered an evil smirk.
"You asked me to keep watch over the princess, she hasn't said anything since she wants to be sure first but I am sure she is pregnant," Glarin said with an even face.
"Great news, you must make sure that the son is born safely. As the prophecy says the king's three first sons will never get tired, slowed down by injuries or die due to magic. You must spend every moment with her from now on," Azbezil said with triumph in his voice.
"I thought that the title of Lombadiel was princessgroom and not king. Anyway why should I follow Ezame when Lombadiel does it all the time already?" Glarin asked.
"I have got more important assignments for the Lombadiel," Azbezil answered and continued, "The real question is perhaps if you possess the love and loyalty enough towards me to do this. This third son of Ezame must be born!"
"Nay, I don't love you and would not work a minute longer for you if I didn't depend on receiving get the gold coin each month," Glarin said.
Azbezil stared at him in shock. "An ugly dwarf that dared to insult his person," he thought and raised his hand but then nodded and lowered it again.
"You are bold, little dwarf, but more importantly you are right. The men that praise me in this throne room and declare their loyalty because they think I will reward them are worthless. They will mean little when I am ready to show my true intentions. Protect the princess and you will get more money than you could ever can dream of," Azbezil said and Glarin smiled widely as he turned and left.
He walked directly to the princess' chamber and found her alone in her room.
"I have been assigned as your body guard and must never leave your side. The king has got other uses for your husband," Glarin said.
Ezame looked up in surprise and asked, "How did you manage to do that?"
"I told Azbezil that you are pregnant and that means that he don't need keep your husband around to explain your pregnancy," Glarin said. Ezame looked at him in horror.
"What did you say? I am absolutely not pregnant, I got my bleeding just a few days ago," Ezame said as her face went white.
"I am willing to take the risk and with the fucking you will get when I follow you around it will just be matter of time," Glarin said and started removing his armor.
"I am not so sure about this. You lied to me last time about having locked the doors. It is simply not worth it," Ezame said and backed away from Glarin.
"If you refuse me a single time I will go tell Azbezil that it was you who made me say that you was pregnant," Glarin said. Ezame remained standing in shock as Glarin brought the last of his clothes off.
"We must lock the doors," Ezame said weakly as she stared at the huge cock. "I have already taken care of that," Glarin said and stepped closer.
"No you didn't!" Ezame said but when the dwarf pushed her towards the bed she didn't protest.
She wanted to resist but the dwarf was so strong willed and herself so weak. She lay down and found that it was easier to endure if she closed her eyes. The dwarfs giant member pushed inside her and she felt how wet she was. If she concentrated she could imagine that it was somebody else than the repulsive dwarf and nothing could deny the fact that she loved the feeling of his large tool.
"Why are you treating me like this?" Ezame whispered as she squirmed under his hard drilling.
"Why are you surprised, you are your fathers weak and abused fucktoy. Why should I not treat you like that until you learn to be stronger?" Glarin asked.
Ezame refused to answer but inside she was filled with anger. Still she needed her hot sexual feelings from the fucking and the much-wanted pregnancy too much to risk making the dwarf mad so she kept silent.
* * *
"It is clear who plays the victims' role in this tale," a woman said and storyteller took the opportunity to order a mug of ale.
"Except that it is not just some tale," another woman pointed out.
"How much of this tale is truth and how much do you make up?" the woman asked towards the storyteller.
"I was not there at the time..." the storyteller paused unsure if what he just said was true or not but then continued "...but I can assure that I don't tell anything that I don't think happened" he said.
* * *
We now return back to Talinda, who had stolen the thief's money. She did unfortunately ran into the same thief again a while later. The thief had of course noticed that his coin bag was missing and when he saw Talinda, he grabbed her and pushed pulled her into a dark back alley. Talinda had spent most of the money on an order for clothes from the tailor. Aside from different disguises, she also wanted to have extra clothes made for to the rest of the family. Hence, the purse she handed back to the thief was almost empty.
"You stole my money and spent my fortune on a single hour?" the thief screamed with disbelief in his voice as he counted the few coins left.
"Why not, you tried to steal from me?" Talinda answered, as she became aware of her surroundings she began to get frightened.
"But you should not steal from me, I am a thief!" the thief said with heat in his voice.
"I am a thief too!" Talinda answered but was not as self-confident anymore.
"But I bet you don't got permission from Nanac to operate in this town!" the thief said with triumph in his voice.
"Who?" Talinda asked. But the thief pulled up a dagger and pointed her further down the back alley.
"Let's see Nanac now," he said and Talinda found it best to nod and be lead by the sharp point of a knife. If she had purchased a weapon the situation would have been different but now she didn't had any choice to agree.
The thief brought her to into the slums of the town. Talinda got an uneasy feeling in her stomach but had no didn't get any chance of escape. Finally, they arrived at a dark entrance to a dark back alley and she followed him inside a bar with an unreadable sign over the door. The room was almost deserted and incredibly filthy. Inside, she was met with people leering and gawking at her. The few people present could not see enough of Talinda and she felt herself blushing. There was no question about what they wanted to do to her. The thief brought her to a table where an old woman was sitting.
"Nanac, I caught this young girl stealing without authorization. She would perhaps fit into the new place at the east front of the slum," the thief suggested.
Talinda stared at the thief in disbelief. He had told her nothing about some place in the slums. Before Talinda had got time to speak, Nanac spoke.
"What did you steal girl, and what have you stolen before?" Nanac asked.
"His purse, he tried to take mine but I didn't have any money. It was the first time I stole anything valuable," Talinda said.
"Why do you bother me with this? You could have taken her directly to the swan, she is a beginner," Nanac spat as she turned towards the thief with an irritated voice.
"She must be lying. She managed to steal my purse without alerting me. If I thought that she was a beginner I would done like you suggested," the thief retorted.
"You got anything to say girl?" Nanac asked as she studied Talinda's beautiful appearance.
"I am new in town and would not normally have stolen without knowing the city. I just took the chance when he tried to pick pocket me. Besides even if I have never stolen before it doesn't mean that I haven't got time to practice. More important is that you can't place me in some whorehouse. I can fight and will do my best to ruin the reputation," Talinda answered. Nanac studied her for some moments.
"You claim to know how to fight, do you know how to use any weapons?" Nanac asked.
"I have been trained with swords, axes, daggers and maces but do not have a not found any favorite weapon. I am also reasonably good at using bows but no expert," Talinda answered still unsure what the discussion was leading.
"An impressing list of weapons. Sounds like you can handle almost any weapon. Would you care to demonstrate knife throwing for instance?" Nanac asked and handed Talinda a throwing dagger. Two big men stood up and looked ready to attack if Talinda tried to do anything stupid.
"See the zero on the price list over there?" Talinda asked as she threw the knife towards the other side of the room. It was a short distance compared to what Talinda had been trained on and the knife hit perfectly.
Nanac raised her left eyebrow.
"You did not mention knife throwing. Would you consider joining our guild? You have pick pocketed one of my best students and obviously knows how to fight better than most of my men," Nanac said.
"If it just means that I give you a share of what I steal I suppose I could do that. I can not promise being around to do tasks for you," Talinda answered.
"You give us a tenth but can buy supplies and equipment from us with a discount." Nanac said. Nanac picked up a scroll and gave it and a pen to Talinda. It was an employment contract for Nanac's trading guild. Talinda read it and signed it before she handed it back.
"Iffer will instruct you in what you need to know. I normally take the time to instruct new recruits but I got important business to take care of," Nanac said as she and nodded towards the thief.
Talinda made her best formal bow and she and Iffer walked outside. Talinda felt relieved until she saw the dark look in Iffer's eyes.
"Nanac have by this given you pardon for stealing without her consent but I was the one that lost money so I want compensation," Iffer said.
Talinda understood that she yet was far from safe.
"I got no money and have not hidden anything. The money was spent on clothes that I will pick up in a few days. You could get the clothes if that makes you happy," Talinda said.
"I want no clothes, but had something more direct in mind," Iffer spat with venom in his voice.
"What do you mean?" Talinda asked even while his stares on her body made it obvious what he wanted.
"I want you to suck me off. Remember that I am still the only one of us that got a weapon," Iffer said and enforced his words by pulling out his dagger. Talinda looked around but she didn't know if she was faster or slower than he was. At home, she could beat Larion but her brothers and Cymari could outrun her without problem so she didn't dare to try running away.
"We can't do it here on the street," Talinda said.
Then she realized that she would be even more vulnerable on some desolate back room yard. Talinda dropped down on knees and Iffer hardened at her approach. With the dagger pointed at her throat she slowly clasped his hardening member and slowly pulled the throbbing hammer out of his trousers. It was unexpectedly larger than she had anticipated and she felt a bit afraid.
Talinda was not inexperienced in the art of creative pleasure since she had been doing things like this with Awril but it still felt awkward as she moistened her lips and brought his member towards her mouth. "How can something that is so fun with Awril feel so horribly wrong now?" Talinda wondered.
Iffer shifted the dagger and Talinda realized that she must rush this along in order to avoid injury. She began to swallow his stiff member inside her mouth. It tasted completely different compared to Awril. It hard to say what was different but Talinda didn't like the taste at all.
With effort Talinda began to imagine that this was Awril and pushed the thought of the thief from her mind. Talinda let her tongue whirl around of the tip and then slowly let it slide into her mouth. She was constantly aware of the dagger at her throat but did her best to please Iffer. Obviously Talinda's tricks with her tongue wee was doing the same wonders on Iffer that it used to do on Awril.
Still it was not the same, when Iffer felt close to coming he pressed into Talinda in a way that her gentle Awril never would do. Talinda gagged and cried as she tried to get air but she shouldn't dare to resist due to the sharp pointed tip of the dagger. Imagining Talinda was with Awril, she began to slowly let her imagination take hold of her physical being, slowly swirling the tip of her tongue along the outside of Iffer's long and hard handle. She began to suck, slowly at first and then breath in, taking and sucking the hardening shaft until she felt an invisible force take hold. As she dreamed … Iffer pushed himself harder and deeper into her mouth with each stroke but to her relief she found that she could ease the entry by bending her head backwards for more of him.
Iffer was excited and started pumping quickly. Talinda began to breathe small quantities of air as he pulled back slightly and this eased her breathing a little. Finally, Iffer came and pumped his load down her throat. Talinda gagged but managed to swallow most of the wet, sticky fluid. Finished with Talinda he watched as she fell back towards the ground. Talinda sat up with tears in her eyes.
"I will return for more later," Iffer promised and walked away.
Talinda mumbled curses as she got up and wiped away the cum that had spilled out of her mouth.
"I will get you for this," Talinda promised and got up.
A few onlookers were was standing some distance away and Talinda understood that they must have seen what happened. She was bewildered that no one had come to her aid and ashamed by her own actions.
She had been walking a short while when she came around a corner and found herself in front of Duwlon.
"Sweet Talinda, I need for you to do me a favor," Duwlon said.
Talinda still had got the taste of Iffer's sweat and seed ejection in her mouth and was in a foul mood.
"In your dreams," she hissed and kicked as hard as she could between Duwlon’s legs.
Duwlon was totally unprepared and went down screaming in agony. Talinda turned around and began to walk away but a moment later Duwlon stopped her. He was still a bit ashen white but the pain seemed to under control. Around them, a crowd of men was looking at him in shock.
"You can at least listen. I have managed to get a job at the main supplier of equipment for the army. The problem is that I need a clearance from General Pasrix to look at those papers," Duwlon said.
"Why should I help you look at some stupid papers?" Talinda said but remained standing still.
"The papers tell us how many men Azbezil has and where they are deployed. Could you break into General Pasrix's home and steal a scroll with his signature and examples of these documents?" Duwlon asked. He then related how the papers did look like.
"It would then be a simple matter to make a copy that he let me access the important ledgers," Duwlon said.
Talinda thought it over and then nodded.
"I will give it a try but I am not sure if it is that simple to break into the home of a general," Talinda said.
"I have got a room on the second floor at the street over there. Follow me and I will show you the window so can you will climb up to my window and give me the documents without being seen," Duwlon said.
"Sorry about the kick but I have had a rough day," Talinda apologized as they walked towards his new residence here and Duwlon nodded. The pain seemed to be long gone and forgotten. After seeing the window Talinda departed to ask around about the general. To her relief he lived in ordinary house and not in any garrison.
"Got to do some planning," Talinda thought as she started looking for a much-needed lunch.
* * *
Duwlon returned from his lunch break to continue compiling the endless list of sold items. He had finished two thirds of his pile when he saw a young woman with brown hair enter. She walked to a desk and sat down. She was a bit short for Duwlon's taste but got a cute face and nice trim body.
"She must be Agril's daughter, Tysania," Duwlon thought. Duwlon continued working but his attention was locked on the beautiful woman on the other side of the room. Tysania did look back a few times on him but was occupied with her work.
Finally Agril come back to the office and announced that the work for the day was over. With a sigh of relief Duwlon left the now small pile on his desk. He walked over to Agril.
"Can't believe how much work you have done today. My first impression about you was surely well founded. Would you care to join my family for dinner as a token of my gratitude," Agril said and Duwlon accepted the invitation.
Duwlon followed Agril up to the second floor and realized that there would be more people than just Agril and his daughter during the dinner. The two young boys that worked for Agril were there too. Duwlon by now knew that their names were Nober and Sod. Talk earlier had told him that they were the sons of a man employed for Agril but he now realized that the man most likely was dead. Present was also Myan the younger sister to Tysania. She was around thirteen years old and got an appearance that closely matched her older sisters.
Duwlon sat down and tried to not look too much at Tysania's lovely appearance to obviously. Instead he found himself captured in conversation with Myan besides him. Myan talked fast and much. In a short while Duwlon learnt how Myan had made the dinner and a dozen other trivets that Myan found important.
Duwlon soon concluded that Myan was very smart and funny compared to how young she was. Unfortunately this distraction did little to lessen Duwlon's attraction to Tysania. From the talk on the Tysania's half of the table and Myan's friendly talking Duwlon concluded that the two sisters was very similar.
"She doesn't seem interested at all in me, doesn't even look this way," Duwlon noted for himself.
"Duwlon, where do you come from?" Agril asked.
"From a small little cottage where I was raised by my parents," Duwlon answered.
"Where is the cottage located? The first time we met you had a strong accent but now it is completely gone," Agril said.
Duwlon gave Fenlyw silent thanks for his lecture about how to hide their accent.
"Well I am not to sure what country it belong to. We certainly don't obey the words of Azbezil but some may claim that it is inside this realm. We are used to adjust our speak to the person we meets," Duwlon answered. He did not want to say anything that could be proven false but still wanted to stay close to the truth.
The dinner was finished and Duwlon started to walk towards his borrowed room. He paused when he found the way blocked by Myan.
"Could I speak to you for a moment?" Myan asked.
"You have done it the whole evening," Duwlon thought and nodded as they stepped inside the room.
"Well, I don't know how to say this, but I find you incredibly handsome," Myan said and Duwlon stared back in surprise. Myan blushed deeply.
"Well I know that you are much older, but it is my sister I thinking on. Father gives her so much job and responsibility that she only got eyes for that. I saw your interest in her during the dinner and that is good since I have found that you are very nice to speak with," Myan said.
"What do you mean?" Duwlon asked. He was close to start laughing at Myan's cute lecture about her sister but hid it since he understood that Myan was deadly serious.
"I want you to go and date Tysania tonight. She may have not given any sign but we are similar so I bet that she is in truth really hot for you," Myan said as she flashed him a smile.
"I will see what I can do," Duwlon said and Myan walked away with confident steps.
* * *
Talinda smiled as she walked over to the doors to general Pasrix's home. After a long boring life in the cottage she was finally out in the big world doing what she had always dreamt on. She loved the feeling of sneaking into the general's home. The fact that the risk didn't seem terribly high was also nice. Most servants seemed to have the evening off. They all had left shortly after a couch had come and picked up a man and woman in expensive clothes and Talinda thanked her good luck.
Talinda studied the lock of the front door. Earlier she had picked up a set of lock picking tools from the thief guild. It had not seemed terribly hard when she tested on a lock earlier. Still that had been in full light and now it was full darkness. After a while Talinda realized that lock picking was not that easy. She tried for some minutes more and then concluded that she would need a lot more training on this. Her success with picking pockets had made her to sure about herself after she managed to pick a lock on the street she thought that she knew how to pick locks too. It was silly she realized since she never had any locks to train on before but on the other hand lots of training on stealing stuff from her brothers.
She paused and looked around for some other way of getting inside. Luckily a window was open on the second floor and Talinda put the lock picking tools away and started to climb. It took some effort but finally she was up and got inside the room. It was a bedroom and Talinda froze when she noticed that somebody was sleeping on the bed. Very careful she walked forward and saw that it was a man. The bedclothes were luxurious and the furniture was regal.
"I bet this is the general himself, the man I saw leave earlier must have been their son or something," Talinda thought and carefully stepped forward.
"If you are doing your first burglary you should do it well," Talinda thought and took a nice cup from a table and put it down into a sack she had with her.
The sack started to fill up and Talinda was starting to worry about being able to carry everything when she finally found the office of the general. It was very luxurious and she smiled deeply as she took minor items that looked valuable. While doing this she also searched for the scroll she wanted.
It took close to an hour but finally she got what she wanted. During her search she had also found a couple of other important looking scrolls and she pushed them all down into her full sack.
Silently she stalked through the house and into the bedroom. The general was still sleeping but to her irritation Talinda found a group from the night watchman standing under the window. She was standing there thinking about what to do when the house was filled with a female voice calling out "Honey, we are home" and steps coming closer to the room. The sleeping general turned on the bed and was obviously close to waking up.
Talinda looked around in panic and then rushed to the wardrobe. She pushed herself inside the moment before the light from a lamp lighted the room.
"What should I do? They will cut of my hand and throw me in prison. Unless they see my ears," Talinda reasoned but the thoughts did little to calm her growing panic.
* * *
Duwlon had been on his room thinking for a while. He had all life been exposed to sex by living in the same home as his parents, who did enjoy it a lot; still it was a world of difference to do it himself.
"How will Agril react if I make a pass on his daughter," he wondered but even while he didn't know this he felt that he must try. He opened the door and walked over to the room belonging to Tysania. He knocked and directly heard Tysania saying that he could come inside. Inside he found Tysania sitting on the floor with a huge pile of ledgers and scrolls in front of her.
"Oh, was it you. I thought that it was Myan that wanted to say goodnight," Tysania said as she put away her pen.
"Why are you working this late?" Duwlon asked.
"Yes, it is a bit late but these must be finished sooner or later so I brought them here to do get some work done," Tysania said and got up standing.
"Your father gives you awfully much responsibility," Duwlon said and closed the door behind him.
"Yes he does that. What do you want here this late?" Tysania said. Duwlon hesitated about what to say and when he found nothing suiting he stepped forward and pulled Tysania into his arms. Her initial surprise gave him time to give her a long kiss but soon her objections forced him to drop her down. Tysania backed away from Duwlon while staring at him in shock.
"What the hell do you think that you are doing?" she said as her fingertips touched the lips that just had been in contact with his.
"I am sorry, I find you so wonderful that I could not help it," Duwlon said with a red face.
"You think that you can step into my room and kiss me. Have I given you any sign that I am interested?" Tysania said with raised voice but still not loud enough to be heard outside the room.
Duwlon heard the door open behind him and found Myan standing in the door.
"Calm down sis. He is here because I asked him to try to make a pass on you," Myan said with a sparkling smile on her lips.
"You did what? Why did you do that?" Tysania asked and Duwlon felt like he wanted to slip through the floor.
"Father have been filling your days with work for the two latest years. You struggle every waken minute to keep up with all he wants you do and when gorgeous young man that is hot for you turns up you just ignore him," Myan said.
"We both know that the work I do for father is because I like him so much. What have this do with Duwlon?" Tysania said and looked towards Duwlon. Duwlon smiled and looked back. He looked into her eyes and Tysania looked back with a surprised look on her face.
"Well sis, admit that you don't have much to loose on being a bit friendly with him," Myan said with business like voice.
"You try to pair me with a stranger," Tysania said uncertain but kept her attention locked at Duwlon.
"You have shared with me what you think about boys all life. Don't put Duwlon down because he is not of noble origin that you used to dream about," Myan said as she left the room. Duwlon and Tysania remained standing.
"I suppose that Myan is holding guard outside the door to make sure that I don't send you away," Tysania said.
"You could pretend that I am a prince in disguise if that helps," Duwlon said and walked forward.
"Don't listen to much on my sister. I must admit that I have been to busy to look at you before," Tysania said and laughed.
"Can I, the prince of hidden origin humbly ask to be allowed to kiss you," Duwlon said and didn't need to hear the answer when Tysania jumped up into his arms. They shared a long kiss and this time they were both active. Duwlon was hard as a rock and he felt Tysania's hand drift down to feel his harden.
"My goodness, never thought that anyone could be so large. I have just done it two times before so be careful," she mumbled.
"That makes you a expert compared to me," Duwlon said and placed Tysania down on the bed.
"I don't know you. This is just for the night, right?" Tysania said with an uncertain voice.
"Who knows, perhaps there is war coming. I can't promise to be able to walk at your side but I feel a need now for your lovely body," Duwlon said and started to remove his clothing.
Tysania slipped out of her clothes too and Duwlon stared at the round forms revealed. His few short looks at his sisters told him that Tysania was not as slim as them but with a much more developed pair of breasts. He descended down on her and she helped to guide his hard cock into her moist cunt. When inside he remained still for a moment and kissed Tysania’s cute snub nose and mouth. He started to move but the feelings were so intense and in a few moments he came. He rolled off and heard Tysania moan in irritation.
"No worry. I'll be ready in a few seconds," Duwlon said and heard Tysania gasp in disbelief as Duwlon's member again turned hard.
"Hope you last a bit longer this time," Tysania mumbled as Duwlon moved in position again.
"Can't promise anything but in worst case I will have to make it up in number of times instead," Duwlon said and let his hand plays over Tysania’s erect nipples.
"How many times do think you can get it hard?" Tysania whispered as she spread her legs more widely.
"At home, when doing solo sex I get bored before I run into that problem. The real question is perhaps how long you can keep up?" Duwlon answered.
Tysania didn't answer but bit down into Duwlon's shoulder to silence her loud moans as she was caught by her first cumming. None of her previous incompetent lovers had been able to stretch her cunt so much.
* * *
Talinda trembled in horror as she heard steps walking towards the wardrobe. From the talking she understood that Pasrix's wife would get her bedclothes from the wardrobe. She needed a miracle to avoid discovery.
"Think Talinda, you must be smarter than this if you want to become a successful thief. Or living thief is perhaps the right word," Talinda thought. Desperately she tried to come up with some way to escape but there was no way she could sneak away. An idea flickered through her mind and she jumped on it. In a hurry she ripped all her clothes off and was thus completely nude. The wife opened the wardrobe door. She stared at Talinda in shock and Talinda had no problem acting terrified.
"Don't hit me. I had no idea he had a wife when he picked me up at the swan!" Talinda called out as she started crying. The wife looked from Talinda towards her confused husband and back again.
"What are you doing in our wardrobe?" asked the general with a hostile voice but suddenly found his view blocked by his furious wife.
"Amblo Pasrix! How could you?" she screamed and hit him with a solid fist.
"What are you talking about?" Amblo Pasrix said as he looked around after Talinda. Before he had time to spot her he was hit again.
Talinda giggled as she saw her plan succeed and picked up her sack and jumped out from the window. She tumbled down towards the ground but years of climbing in the woods had taught her to protect herself and she landed with her sack under her to lessen the impact. She stumbled up and she felt the cold night air wash over her. Luckily the night watchman had departed but a moment later General Pasrix looked out of the window and called out, "Catch the nude girl with the sack."
Talinda picked up the sack and ran just as the night watchman came running around the corner. Talinda didn't have time to look behind but the soldiers had no chance to catch her. Her halfelven agility and stamina were more than enough to outclass ordinary humans in armors. Talinda ran until she was out of breath and had to stop. There was no trace from the followers.
"Too bad that I didn't steal any clothes," Talinda thought as she stalked down the street.
The town was deserted but as she ran she had noticed more than a few nightwalkers and Talinda was more nervous when she went towards the house where Duwlon slept.
Finally she was there but when she climbed up to the window she found it locked and the room empty inside. Talinda climbed down again afraid that somebody should arrive and steal her sack or do something against her.
She looked around and saw a window that let out light.
"Can't get much worse than this," Talinda reasoned and brought her sack there and climbed upwards.
This time she brought the sack just in case. When she looked inside the window she saw Duwlon sitting nude on the floor of a lit room reading some scrolls and ledgers. On the bed besides him there was an unconscious and obviously very well fucked girl. Talinda knocked on the window without hesitation.
* * *
Laughter filled the room and the storyteller took the time to drink the last of his beer.
"What a great irony. Talinda retrieves the scrolls but finds Duwlon reading the ledgers already without her help," a woman said and many people raised toasts to the great tale that the storyteller told.
Finally the sound died down and the storyteller could continue.
* * *
Duwlon smiled as he found yet another interesting delivery to the army. He kept an eye on Tysania to see when she started to come around but still jumped high as he heard a knock on the window.
"I forgot to leave the window open," Duwlon realized and with a red face and a hand hiding his member he walked forward to open the window. Instead of getting the scroll, a nude Talinda pushed herself inside and dropped a large sack. Duwlon stared at his sister and no quick glances earlier could compare with this close view of her body.
Like he had noted before she was much slimmer than Tysania but now he could also see that she got much more spare pubic hair. Her perfectly colored skin also lacked any of the skin marks and scars that Tysania had on her body. It took just a second of the lovely view to hit him before Duwlon felt his member swell to full size again. With an even more red face he stooped trying to cover his cock. It was too large to work anyway and Talinda didn't try to cover herself.
"Did you get what we need?" Duwlon asked.
"Yes, I got it here in the sack. Seems like you got what you needed too," Talinda said as she looked over Duwlon's shoulder at the sleeping girl.
"She is the boss' daughter and responsible for the military equipment. Her sister convinced me to date her and it was sure wonderful," Duwlon said.
"I risk my life and you fuck a human girl," Talinda said with a sigh as she handed over the scrolls.
"Thank you dear sister, I owe you. You should really try sex by the way," Duwlon said as he looked at Talinda. Her pussy hair was moist and he guessed that it was from a local source.
"Oh please, I am your sister, stop looking at me like I am your girlfriend on the bed. I wonder if she has any clothes that I can steal," Talinda said and started to examine the wardrobe.
"You intend to steal clothes from her?" Duwlon asked amazed.
"Why not?" Talinda said as she found a dress that fit, "I am in more need for this than her at the moment."
"See, this dress is obviously to small for her anymore" Talinda said and pulled the dress on.
It did fit her body but was short as a miniskirt on her tall body. Talinda picked her sack up and went to window. After she left Duwlon remained standing looking after her.
"Can you have sex with a sister?" he wondered. "Talinda got her secret elven boyfriend but the others lack boyfriends," he thought but then dismissed the silly idea.
Tysania had started to move and Duwlon noted that he still found her cute body as exciting even while his gorgeous sister's image was left in his mind.
* * *
Talinda felt more comfortable with a dress on again and walked through the empty town. First thing in the morning she would visit Nanac to sell the stolen goods and buy a good set of weapons for herself. No more being forced around since she had no weapon. Still there were anxious hours left until dawn. Duwlon had seemed completely rested without any sleep but Talinda felt that she was starting to get very tired. Still there was something that she wanted to check.
On one of the scrolls she had seen a note that General Marol would meet an important visitor this night in a low class Inn. It seemed very strange that a general would meet somebody at an Inn and Talinda wanted to check this before she went to sleep. Talinda had seen the Inn earlier during the day and had no problem finding it. On the second floor she saw a lit window and she climbed up to be able to look inside. Inside the room, she saw a man clothed in proper military clothes and a dirty man dressed in rags. The windows were slightly open and Talinda listened carefully.
"Congratulations for your latest deed at that crossroad!" the general said.
"Was nothing at all, ten paladins and a dozen priests that were foolish enough to recognize me but not smart enough to run for their lives," the man in rags said. Talinda didn't dare look inside again but there was something disturbing over the voices heard.
"Anyway let's turn to the real topic for this meeting. Azbezil wants you recruited to his army, we have convinced him that your powers may be needed to win," the general said.
There was a slight pause and then the man in rags answered, "You have been too much with humans. We both knew that it is not Azbezil that chooses who shall join his so-called mighty army," the man in rags said.
"Yes I know that, but Azbezil is still the man of chaos that may ensure our victory here. We are, as Azbezil is so fond of saying, very close to success. In a few months time Azbezil will actually be aware of what kind of victory that we wants," the general answered.
"Azbezil says that he is close to victory but is yet unable to locate the crippled king. The dark forces are greatly worried about this. The cursed elf queens could have hidden her since the realm as always is closed to us. Still the border has been under surveillance since before Azbezil was freed and thus the king can't be there. Somewhere there is a unknown might strong enough to hide him," the man in rags said. There was silence for a few minutes and then Talinda heard them talking again.
"It is sealed then. This treaty will surely fool Azbezil. You will pick you usual fee of thirteen fresh ones?" the general asked.
"Yes, I pick them up myself," the man in rags answered after a pause.
Talinda trembled in fear as she clung to wall. She didn't really understand what they were talking about but it was still disturbing her greatly. The threat of Azbezil was always distant and the recent dangers had been of her own doing. The danger from the two in the room on the other hand was closer than she had ever guessed and not due to anything she or her family had done.
"Or was it in fact some mistake Davrion made? Why did he never say anything about Azbezil except than that he was always been evil and mad?"'Talinda thought as she descended and picked the sack up. She ran away in panic without looking back. Behind her the man in rags studied her as she ran away.
"Is there something of importance outside?" the general asked.
"No nothing of importance, but that may have changed when I am finished," the man in rags said and walked away from the window smiling.
* * *
"The hour is turning late so let's end the tale for tonight. Tomorrow I will continue and my hope is that you all be here to listen," the storyteller said and got up.
He sent his hat around and when he got it back he found it heavier than any evening before. He left the room but his thoughts were again back to the disturbing question why he did not know his own name. He could not make any sense out of it.
Who is who in the Laughter of Azbezil?
Pymaria
Age 48
She saved the king from certain death in the moat of the royal castle. She used to dream about becoming a singer at the opera but have settled to be the mother of Davrion's children. She and Davrion have nine children.
Davrion VII Entaro
Profession Bard
Age 78
The rightful king but removed from the throne by his brother. He is severely crippled after combat with Azbezil's demons and starting to get old. Still the magic that healed him from the brink of death has kept him in good health.
Azbezil Entaro
Age 78
The twin brother of Davrion. He claims to be king Davrion and have managed to convince the people that he changed his name due to sorrow over the dead queen. The ancient prophecy marks him as the witch king that will bring ruin and death to the kingdom.
Ezame III Entaro
Age 43
Davrion's oldest daughter that was captured by Azbezil. She is the unwilling lover of Azbezil and mother to Zelak and Madel.
Fenlyw Entaro
Profession Illusionist
Magic realm Essence
Age 30
Davrion's oldest son, skilled in the art of illusions. He is the one that is closet to Davrion in interests of the past but the rest of the family finds him unfocussed and careless.
Enbon Entaro
Profession Fighter
Weapon Scimitars used in two-weapon combo
Special items Got two magic scimitars
Age 27
Could beat his elven instructors in the art of combat by the age of 12. Only lack of worthy opponents has slowed down his development since then. His only real interests are combat and athletic skills and he is thus not very talented in other areas. He got a girlfriend named Trioni Arlin
Duwlon Entaro
Profession Sage
Age 24
Extremely intelligent and with large ambitions. The one of Davrion's children that been most irritated by being forced to stay hidden in the cottage. On his first adventure he met the trader Tarben Agril.
Cymari Entaro
Profession Ranger
Magic realm Channeling
Weapon Longbow and shortsword
Age 21
A talented ranger with a strong sense of duty. Her skill with the longbow is without comparison in the family.
Talinda Entaro
Age 18
A girl who knew her line of profession from the moment that she started to crawl. Lots of practice made her a master pick pocketer even before she left home. She is also skilled in most kind of small weapons and unarmed combat. She is in love with Awril the sharpsighted. Awril is one of elven rangers that protects the family.
Larion Entaro
Profession Cleric
Magic realm Channeling
Age 15
A girl filled with much compassion and a strong belief in her goddess. She has never visited a real temple but still got a strong grip on the art of cleric magic. The goddess she follows is the ancient elven goddess of the night. The goddess used to be worshipped by most humans and elves but very humans follow her way except by lip services. Helian has enslaved Larion but the limits of this magic control are not clear.
Junia Entaro
Special Soprano
Age 11
A girl that very much resembles Pymaria. She is interested in singing and spends most of her time either practicing or begging for lessons from Pymaria or Davrion.
Helian Entaro
Profession Houri
Magic realm Mentalism
Special Transmit her magic by kisses and touch
Age 89
Was by the age of the 5 affected by the magic cum of her father. When her body could not cope with the feelings she was brought to the lake of three flames to be healed. The magics of the lake brought her to a possible future were she becomes a priestess of the cult that controls the powers of the lake. She helped rebuilding the kingdom but was called back to join the battle against Azbezil. She is very determined since she knows that failure means that everyone, including herself, dies in the end.
Awril Fandyllion
Profession Ranger
Magic realm Channeling
Weapon Longbow and sword
Age 464
A legendary ranger that has been working in the group that protects the cottage of the family. He and Talinda are in love but got a secret relationship. He is often called the sharp-sighted.
Tarben Agril
Profession Layman
Age 52
A very talented trader.
General Lombadiel Iglack
True name unknown
Magic realm Evil mentalism
Age unknown
General in Azbezil's army and married to princess Ezame. In truth one of Azbezil's demons in disguise.
Zelak Entaro
Weapon Two-handed sword
Age 24
The younger son of Ezame. War hero from the war at the border and recently given the title general. Publicly general Lombadiel Iglack is his father but in truth it is Azbezil.
Madel Entaro
Age 29
The older son of Ezame. War hero from the war at the border and recently given the title general. Publicly general Lombadiel Iglack is his father but in truth it is Azbezil.
Trioni Arlin
Age 17
Daughter to lord Arlin. In love with Enbon Entaro
Glarin son of Karmin
Age 182
Weapon Warhammer
One of the few remaining dwarfs. He has been hired by Azbezil to act as a bodyguard for princess Ezame.
Retalia Harper and lord Harper
Nobles at the court of Azbezil. Azbezil employs both directly even while rumors tell that lord Harper doesn't like the line of work that his wife does. After Azbezil's party in the beginning of the tale they returned to their own castle since Retalia is pregnant. The father of the child is an enemy to lord Harper.
The tale about the Laughter Of Azbezil
Chapter 3
The City Shernam
* * *
The room at the Inn was crowded, and the audience was waiting in silence for the entertainment of the night to begin. The storyteller had been on his way but was momentarily standing lost in deep thoughts. The Innowner owner of the Inn had previous ignored the storyteller. Tonight he finally tried to be sociable friendly to the man who filled his Inn with paying customers. His friendly babble had been pleasant enough but a single question had put the storyteller in a turmoil dilemma.
"What is your name?" the Innkeeper asked and the storyteller found that he was unable to answer the question.
Every time he tried to remember this simple thing his thoughts just turned back to the story. His past life was before learning the story was close to almost impossible to remember but every word and thought from the tale was clear in his mind. He sat down and reflected, "I must resume the story begin before people start to wonder," he realized and sat down.
* * *
As you heard yesterday, Davrion's family assembled together to a meeting the same day that Helian was put to sleep. It was a very long meeting and I will not go into every issue thing that was brought up said but will tell you what was discussed. Besides the question dealing with how they should fight Azbezil there it was also the problem that Davrion could not leave the cottage. Besides from the handicap due to his missing leg he also got an identical face as his twin brother Azbezil.
There was clearly a need for a stand-in that could assume responsibility when Davrion could not be consulted. Davrion wanted Fenlyw to take this responsibility as the oldest son. Duwlon and the older sisters did disagree.
They argued that Fenlyw was careless and too unfocussed to take this responsibility. Davrion defended his choice while Fenlyw's attention was elsewhere. This discussion continued and Duwlon pointed out that Fenlyw's magic would not serve him well in the roll of a leader. This made Fenlyw angry and for the first time during the discussion he made his feelings clear. His magic created a very convincing illusion of being in a desert. His magic created an almost unbearable effect on the family; they were suffering from the heat and sun in the conjured imagined desert but the discussion continued. Finally Larion and Talinda gave up and asked Fenlyw to remove the deceptive illusion. Fenlyw heeded their wishes but only did so after that they promised to support him.
Fenlyw was selected to be the leader on the battlefield and he and Davrion assigned tasks for the family members. Enbon's and Larion's first quest to help Helian has already been told. Cymari was given the responsibility to restore the powers of the royal signet ring. Fenlyw wanted to return back to the capital city. He wanted to investigate more rumors close top the court.
Duwlon and Talinda both were sent out to examine the disposition of the realm. Today's story will be devoted to them. Our focus will be on them but I will also get the chance to tell you about some people that will figure later in the story. Keep your attention sharp for these additional persons; every character has a role in this drama.
* * *
Even though both Duwlon and Talinda formally received the same assignment their different personalities made them view the task in different ways. Duwlon was curious about what happened with the army on the border towards the elvenrealm. The problem was that he did not have the time to actually go to the location. After some thinkning, he decided to locate Agril, the merchant from Shernam. He had been delivering supplies to the army and Duwlon determined he must become more educated on the subject. Duwlon started on his path but was irritated to discover Talinda following him.
"Why do you follow me?" he asked.
His voice was more than a little hostile since he was still mad about her earlier misguided vote, which destroyed his chance to be the leader. If Talinda and Larion had voted for him he would just had needed one more vote to win.
"I want to get to a city and you must obviously be doing the same so I decided to follow you," Talinda answered.
"Could you please stay out of my way. Supporting Fenlyw was stupid, and we all knew it. Still you change sides when we were close to getting somewhere," Duwlon spat.
"You were was the one that was stupid and brought his school of magic into it. He didn't care a bit until you insulted his magic. To keep saying that Fenlyw's magic was useless to our mission after that display of power was really stupid. Our original argument that he is not the right person to be the leader is a valid thought. He has always been more interested in tales, languages and songs than what has been done to our family," Talinda stated bringing an end to the conversation.
It took some time for the two to reach the city of Shernam. Today Shernam it is considered to be a large village but by then it was big enough to be called a city compared to other settlements. The bad feelings between Duwlon and Talinda had not eased at all during their travel and both were was thus glad to split up when they reached the town.
Talinda didn't care much for armies or wars. Her focus was the little people. She had always wondered what kind of country she lived in and neither the lecture from her father or elves talk about the nature told her anything about her surroundings. Talinda walked around and looked at the people. Her long slim beautiful form and well-made clothes attracted attention and Talinda enjoyed to be seen. Her secret lover, Awril, was always very proper and never showed his interest in public since he had got the rangers strong moral code to follow.
Suddenly a man bumped into Talinda and the impact was strong enough to make her fall.
"Excuse me, I can't believe that I missed such a beauty," the man said as he helped Talinda up to her feet.
In one fluid motion his hand searched for Talinda's coin bag but found it completely empty. Talinda's sharp perception noticed his deception and she gave him smile as she returned the gesture. While pretending to be brushing away dust from her clothes, her fingers untied the knot holding his coin bag.
"You should keep a better watch around you," she said as she scooted and moved away from him. The man seemed to hesitate for a few seconds but then walked away searching for another victim. Talinda decided it was time to search for a tailor to secure her new things within her clothing for additional security.
"I need to be able to hide things in my clothes," Talinda thought and started to search for a tailor.
* * *
At the same time, Duwlon found the office for Agril, the merchant. The house was two stories high and very luxurious. Duwlon cleaned up his appearance and went inside. The huge doors opened to a massive room that took up a large part of the building. The luxurious equipment of the office convinced Duwlon that he had come to the right place. Four clerks and the two boys that Duwlon had seen on the wagon were busy working while Agril sat in the middle of the room supervising. As Duwlon stepped forward, Agril looked up. He was momentarily unsure about who Duwlon was but then he suddenly remembered.
"Your are the lad that helped me get the goods to castle Wekrainan. Have you decided to take my offer about employment?" asked Agril.
"I can not take a permanent job since I have got important tasks to do but I will have few days over between these assignments. Would you possibly have any temporary assignments while I am in town?" Duwlon asked.
"My men work around the clock to do the paper work so you can consider yourself to be working here. If you do not have any place to stay you may borrow a room on the second floor," Agril said.
Soon Duwlon sat down by a desk with a huge number of ledgers and scrolls in front of him. He opened one and noticed that it was not military equipment but art that had been delivered to an auction house in the capital city.
"I thought that you traded with the military?" Duwlon asked Agril.
"General Pasrix would strangle me if you got to work with those papers without his clearance. Only myself, my daughter Tysania and Toug, the night guard have the security clearance for those documents," Agril said.
Duwlon nodded and started to work, cursing silently the words he could not say aloud
* * *
"Will it never happen anything in this part of the tale?" an impatient man called out. The storyteller turned around to look at him. The people around the man were trying to hush the customer but he ignored them.
"I heard the part yesterday and was really looking forward to this evening but what kind of adventures will it be in an ordinary city. This is just plain boring," he called out.
"You can rest assured that I would not include this part in tale if there would be no excitement," the storyteller said. He waited for the room to quiet down again and resumed his tale.
"Before we return to Duwlon and Talinda, we will make a short stop in the king's castle," he said and the audience once again began to listen carefully.
* * *
Azbezil was standing in his throne room as he took in the sight of a rather short visitor entering. It was Glarin, the dwarf. He had recently returned from his trip to the High King's army. Glarin had been forced to report back so that he would leave the High King's service but was now back.
Azbezil studied him as he approached. "What a shame that my blacksmiths' can't produce armors like Glarin's. The dwarwen magic in it is almost as strong as my own," Azbezil thought. He and made a mental note to devise a spell that could break through dwarwen armor. "Better yet, I will devise a way to turn the magics of the armor against the wearer," Azbezil thought.
"Your daughter, Ezame, is pregnant," Glarin stated with a flat voice.
Azbezil looked up in surprise. "Great news! That she and Lombadiel will finally will have get their third children but why do you tell me this?" Azbezil asked Glarin as he delivered an evil smirk.
"You asked me to keep watch over the princess, she hasn't said anything since she wants to be sure first but I am sure she is pregnant," Glarin said with an even face.
"Great news, you must make sure that the son is born safely. As the prophecy says the king's three first sons will never get tired, slowed down by injuries or die due to magic. You must spend every moment with her from now on," Azbezil said with triumph in his voice.
"I thought that the title of Lombadiel was princessgroom and not king. Anyway why should I follow Ezame when Lombadiel does it all the time already?" Glarin asked.
"I have got more important assignments for the Lombadiel," Azbezil answered and continued, "The real question is perhaps if you possess the love and loyalty enough towards me to do this. This third son of Ezame must be born!"
"Nay, I don't love you and would not work a minute longer for you if I didn't depend on receiving get the gold coin each month," Glarin said.
Azbezil stared at him in shock. "An ugly dwarf that dared to insult his person," he thought and raised his hand but then nodded and lowered it again.
"You are bold, little dwarf, but more importantly you are right. The men that praise me in this throne room and declare their loyalty because they think I will reward them are worthless. They will mean little when I am ready to show my true intentions. Protect the princess and you will get more money than you could ever can dream of," Azbezil said and Glarin smiled widely as he turned and left.
He walked directly to the princess' chamber and found her alone in her room.
"I have been assigned as your body guard and must never leave your side. The king has got other uses for your husband," Glarin said.
Ezame looked up in surprise and asked, "How did you manage to do that?"
"I told Azbezil that you are pregnant and that means that he don't need keep your husband around to explain your pregnancy," Glarin said. Ezame looked at him in horror.
"What did you say? I am absolutely not pregnant, I got my bleeding just a few days ago," Ezame said as her face went white.
"I am willing to take the risk and with the fucking you will get when I follow you around it will just be matter of time," Glarin said and started removing his armor.
"I am not so sure about this. You lied to me last time about having locked the doors. It is simply not worth it," Ezame said and backed away from Glarin.
"If you refuse me a single time I will go tell Azbezil that it was you who made me say that you was pregnant," Glarin said. Ezame remained standing in shock as Glarin brought the last of his clothes off.
"We must lock the doors," Ezame said weakly as she stared at the huge cock. "I have already taken care of that," Glarin said and stepped closer.
"No you didn't!" Ezame said but when the dwarf pushed her towards the bed she didn't protest.
She wanted to resist but the dwarf was so strong willed and herself so weak. She lay down and found that it was easier to endure if she closed her eyes. The dwarfs giant member pushed inside her and she felt how wet she was. If she concentrated she could imagine that it was somebody else than the repulsive dwarf and nothing could deny the fact that she loved the feeling of his large tool.
"Why are you treating me like this?" Ezame whispered as she squirmed under his hard drilling.
"Why are you surprised, you are your fathers weak and abused fucktoy. Why should I not treat you like that until you learn to be stronger?" Glarin asked.
Ezame refused to answer but inside she was filled with anger. Still she needed her hot sexual feelings from the fucking and the much-wanted pregnancy too much to risk making the dwarf mad so she kept silent.
* * *
"It is clear who plays the victims' role in this tale," a woman said and storyteller took the opportunity to order a mug of ale.
"Except that it is not just some tale," another woman pointed out.
"How much of this tale is truth and how much do you make up?" the woman asked towards the storyteller.
"I was not there at the time..." the storyteller paused unsure if what he just said was true or not but then continued "...but I can assure that I don't tell anything that I don't think happened" he said.
* * *
We now return back to Talinda, who had stolen the thief's money. She did unfortunately ran into the same thief again a while later. The thief had of course noticed that his coin bag was missing and when he saw Talinda, he grabbed her and pushed pulled her into a dark back alley. Talinda had spent most of the money on an order for clothes from the tailor. Aside from different disguises, she also wanted to have extra clothes made for to the rest of the family. Hence, the purse she handed back to the thief was almost empty.
"You stole my money and spent my fortune on a single hour?" the thief screamed with disbelief in his voice as he counted the few coins left.
"Why not, you tried to steal from me?" Talinda answered, as she became aware of her surroundings she began to get frightened.
"But you should not steal from me, I am a thief!" the thief said with heat in his voice.
"I am a thief too!" Talinda answered but was not as self-confident anymore.
"But I bet you don't got permission from Nanac to operate in this town!" the thief said with triumph in his voice.
"Who?" Talinda asked. But the thief pulled up a dagger and pointed her further down the back alley.
"Let's see Nanac now," he said and Talinda found it best to nod and be lead by the sharp point of a knife. If she had purchased a weapon the situation would have been different but now she didn't had any choice to agree.
The thief brought her to into the slums of the town. Talinda got an uneasy feeling in her stomach but had no didn't get any chance of escape. Finally, they arrived at a dark entrance to a dark back alley and she followed him inside a bar with an unreadable sign over the door. The room was almost deserted and incredibly filthy. Inside, she was met with people leering and gawking at her. The few people present could not see enough of Talinda and she felt herself blushing. There was no question about what they wanted to do to her. The thief brought her to a table where an old woman was sitting.
"Nanac, I caught this young girl stealing without authorization. She would perhaps fit into the new place at the east front of the slum," the thief suggested.
Talinda stared at the thief in disbelief. He had told her nothing about some place in the slums. Before Talinda had got time to speak, Nanac spoke.
"What did you steal girl, and what have you stolen before?" Nanac asked.
"His purse, he tried to take mine but I didn't have any money. It was the first time I stole anything valuable," Talinda said.
"Why do you bother me with this? You could have taken her directly to the swan, she is a beginner," Nanac spat as she turned towards the thief with an irritated voice.
"She must be lying. She managed to steal my purse without alerting me. If I thought that she was a beginner I would done like you suggested," the thief retorted.
"You got anything to say girl?" Nanac asked as she studied Talinda's beautiful appearance.
"I am new in town and would not normally have stolen without knowing the city. I just took the chance when he tried to pick pocket me. Besides even if I have never stolen before it doesn't mean that I haven't got time to practice. More important is that you can't place me in some whorehouse. I can fight and will do my best to ruin the reputation," Talinda answered. Nanac studied her for some moments.
"You claim to know how to fight, do you know how to use any weapons?" Nanac asked.
"I have been trained with swords, axes, daggers and maces but do not have a not found any favorite weapon. I am also reasonably good at using bows but no expert," Talinda answered still unsure what the discussion was leading.
"An impressing list of weapons. Sounds like you can handle almost any weapon. Would you care to demonstrate knife throwing for instance?" Nanac asked and handed Talinda a throwing dagger. Two big men stood up and looked ready to attack if Talinda tried to do anything stupid.
"See the zero on the price list over there?" Talinda asked as she threw the knife towards the other side of the room. It was a short distance compared to what Talinda had been trained on and the knife hit perfectly.
Nanac raised her left eyebrow.
"You did not mention knife throwing. Would you consider joining our guild? You have pick pocketed one of my best students and obviously knows how to fight better than most of my men," Nanac said.
"If it just means that I give you a share of what I steal I suppose I could do that. I can not promise being around to do tasks for you," Talinda answered.
"You give us a tenth but can buy supplies and equipment from us with a discount." Nanac said. Nanac picked up a scroll and gave it and a pen to Talinda. It was an employment contract for Nanac's trading guild. Talinda read it and signed it before she handed it back.
"Iffer will instruct you in what you need to know. I normally take the time to instruct new recruits but I got important business to take care of," Nanac said as she and nodded towards the thief.
Talinda made her best formal bow and she and Iffer walked outside. Talinda felt relieved until she saw the dark look in Iffer's eyes.
"Nanac have by this given you pardon for stealing without her consent but I was the one that lost money so I want compensation," Iffer said.
Talinda understood that she yet was far from safe.
"I got no money and have not hidden anything. The money was spent on clothes that I will pick up in a few days. You could get the clothes if that makes you happy," Talinda said.
"I want no clothes, but had something more direct in mind," Iffer spat with venom in his voice.
"What do you mean?" Talinda asked even while his stares on her body made it obvious what he wanted.
"I want you to suck me off. Remember that I am still the only one of us that got a weapon," Iffer said and enforced his words by pulling out his dagger. Talinda looked around but she didn't know if she was faster or slower than he was. At home, she could beat Larion but her brothers and Cymari could outrun her without problem so she didn't dare to try running away.
"We can't do it here on the street," Talinda said.
Then she realized that she would be even more vulnerable on some desolate back room yard. Talinda dropped down on knees and Iffer hardened at her approach. With the dagger pointed at her throat she slowly clasped his hardening member and slowly pulled the throbbing hammer out of his trousers. It was unexpectedly larger than she had anticipated and she felt a bit afraid.
Talinda was not inexperienced in the art of creative pleasure since she had been doing things like this with Awril but it still felt awkward as she moistened her lips and brought his member towards her mouth. "How can something that is so fun with Awril feel so horribly wrong now?" Talinda wondered.
Iffer shifted the dagger and Talinda realized that she must rush this along in order to avoid injury. She began to swallow his stiff member inside her mouth. It tasted completely different compared to Awril. It hard to say what was different but Talinda didn't like the taste at all.
With effort Talinda began to imagine that this was Awril and pushed the thought of the thief from her mind. Talinda let her tongue whirl around of the tip and then slowly let it slide into her mouth. She was constantly aware of the dagger at her throat but did her best to please Iffer. Obviously Talinda's tricks with her tongue wee was doing the same wonders on Iffer that it used to do on Awril.
Still it was not the same, when Iffer felt close to coming he pressed into Talinda in a way that her gentle Awril never would do. Talinda gagged and cried as she tried to get air but she shouldn't dare to resist due to the sharp pointed tip of the dagger. Imagining Talinda was with Awril, she began to slowly let her imagination take hold of her physical being, slowly swirling the tip of her tongue along the outside of Iffer's long and hard handle. She began to suck, slowly at first and then breath in, taking and sucking the hardening shaft until she felt an invisible force take hold. As she dreamed … Iffer pushed himself harder and deeper into her mouth with each stroke but to her relief she found that she could ease the entry by bending her head backwards for more of him.
Iffer was excited and started pumping quickly. Talinda began to breathe small quantities of air as he pulled back slightly and this eased her breathing a little. Finally, Iffer came and pumped his load down her throat. Talinda gagged but managed to swallow most of the wet, sticky fluid. Finished with Talinda he watched as she fell back towards the ground. Talinda sat up with tears in her eyes.
"I will return for more later," Iffer promised and walked away.
Talinda mumbled curses as she got up and wiped away the cum that had spilled out of her mouth.
"I will get you for this," Talinda promised and got up.
A few onlookers were was standing some distance away and Talinda understood that they must have seen what happened. She was bewildered that no one had come to her aid and ashamed by her own actions.
She had been walking a short while when she came around a corner and found herself in front of Duwlon.
"Sweet Talinda, I need for you to do me a favor," Duwlon said.
Talinda still had got the taste of Iffer's sweat and seed ejection in her mouth and was in a foul mood.
"In your dreams," she hissed and kicked as hard as she could between Duwlon’s legs.
Duwlon was totally unprepared and went down screaming in agony. Talinda turned around and began to walk away but a moment later Duwlon stopped her. He was still a bit ashen white but the pain seemed to under control. Around them, a crowd of men was looking at him in shock.
"You can at least listen. I have managed to get a job at the main supplier of equipment for the army. The problem is that I need a clearance from General Pasrix to look at those papers," Duwlon said.
"Why should I help you look at some stupid papers?" Talinda said but remained standing still.
"The papers tell us how many men Azbezil has and where they are deployed. Could you break into General Pasrix's home and steal a scroll with his signature and examples of these documents?" Duwlon asked. He then related how the papers did look like.
"It would then be a simple matter to make a copy that he let me access the important ledgers," Duwlon said.
Talinda thought it over and then nodded.
"I will give it a try but I am not sure if it is that simple to break into the home of a general," Talinda said.
"I have got a room on the second floor at the street over there. Follow me and I will show you the window so can you will climb up to my window and give me the documents without being seen," Duwlon said.
"Sorry about the kick but I have had a rough day," Talinda apologized as they walked towards his new residence here and Duwlon nodded. The pain seemed to be long gone and forgotten. After seeing the window Talinda departed to ask around about the general. To her relief he lived in ordinary house and not in any garrison.
"Got to do some planning," Talinda thought as she started looking for a much-needed lunch.
* * *
Duwlon returned from his lunch break to continue compiling the endless list of sold items. He had finished two thirds of his pile when he saw a young woman with brown hair enter. She walked to a desk and sat down. She was a bit short for Duwlon's taste but got a cute face and nice trim body.
"She must be Agril's daughter, Tysania," Duwlon thought. Duwlon continued working but his attention was locked on the beautiful woman on the other side of the room. Tysania did look back a few times on him but was occupied with her work.
Finally Agril come back to the office and announced that the work for the day was over. With a sigh of relief Duwlon left the now small pile on his desk. He walked over to Agril.
"Can't believe how much work you have done today. My first impression about you was surely well founded. Would you care to join my family for dinner as a token of my gratitude," Agril said and Duwlon accepted the invitation.
Duwlon followed Agril up to the second floor and realized that there would be more people than just Agril and his daughter during the dinner. The two young boys that worked for Agril were there too. Duwlon by now knew that their names were Nober and Sod. Talk earlier had told him that they were the sons of a man employed for Agril but he now realized that the man most likely was dead. Present was also Myan the younger sister to Tysania. She was around thirteen years old and got an appearance that closely matched her older sisters.
Duwlon sat down and tried to not look too much at Tysania's lovely appearance to obviously. Instead he found himself captured in conversation with Myan besides him. Myan talked fast and much. In a short while Duwlon learnt how Myan had made the dinner and a dozen other trivets that Myan found important.
Duwlon soon concluded that Myan was very smart and funny compared to how young she was. Unfortunately this distraction did little to lessen Duwlon's attraction to Tysania. From the talk on the Tysania's half of the table and Myan's friendly talking Duwlon concluded that the two sisters was very similar.
"She doesn't seem interested at all in me, doesn't even look this way," Duwlon noted for himself.
"Duwlon, where do you come from?" Agril asked.
"From a small little cottage where I was raised by my parents," Duwlon answered.
"Where is the cottage located? The first time we met you had a strong accent but now it is completely gone," Agril said.
Duwlon gave Fenlyw silent thanks for his lecture about how to hide their accent.
"Well I am not to sure what country it belong to. We certainly don't obey the words of Azbezil but some may claim that it is inside this realm. We are used to adjust our speak to the person we meets," Duwlon answered. He did not want to say anything that could be proven false but still wanted to stay close to the truth.
The dinner was finished and Duwlon started to walk towards his borrowed room. He paused when he found the way blocked by Myan.
"Could I speak to you for a moment?" Myan asked.
"You have done it the whole evening," Duwlon thought and nodded as they stepped inside the room.
"Well, I don't know how to say this, but I find you incredibly handsome," Myan said and Duwlon stared back in surprise. Myan blushed deeply.
"Well I know that you are much older, but it is my sister I thinking on. Father gives her so much job and responsibility that she only got eyes for that. I saw your interest in her during the dinner and that is good since I have found that you are very nice to speak with," Myan said.
"What do you mean?" Duwlon asked. He was close to start laughing at Myan's cute lecture about her sister but hid it since he understood that Myan was deadly serious.
"I want you to go and date Tysania tonight. She may have not given any sign but we are similar so I bet that she is in truth really hot for you," Myan said as she flashed him a smile.
"I will see what I can do," Duwlon said and Myan walked away with confident steps.
* * *
Talinda smiled as she walked over to the doors to general Pasrix's home. After a long boring life in the cottage she was finally out in the big world doing what she had always dreamt on. She loved the feeling of sneaking into the general's home. The fact that the risk didn't seem terribly high was also nice. Most servants seemed to have the evening off. They all had left shortly after a couch had come and picked up a man and woman in expensive clothes and Talinda thanked her good luck.
Talinda studied the lock of the front door. Earlier she had picked up a set of lock picking tools from the thief guild. It had not seemed terribly hard when she tested on a lock earlier. Still that had been in full light and now it was full darkness. After a while Talinda realized that lock picking was not that easy. She tried for some minutes more and then concluded that she would need a lot more training on this. Her success with picking pockets had made her to sure about herself after she managed to pick a lock on the street she thought that she knew how to pick locks too. It was silly she realized since she never had any locks to train on before but on the other hand lots of training on stealing stuff from her brothers.
She paused and looked around for some other way of getting inside. Luckily a window was open on the second floor and Talinda put the lock picking tools away and started to climb. It took some effort but finally she was up and got inside the room. It was a bedroom and Talinda froze when she noticed that somebody was sleeping on the bed. Very careful she walked forward and saw that it was a man. The bedclothes were luxurious and the furniture was regal.
"I bet this is the general himself, the man I saw leave earlier must have been their son or something," Talinda thought and carefully stepped forward.
"If you are doing your first burglary you should do it well," Talinda thought and took a nice cup from a table and put it down into a sack she had with her.
The sack started to fill up and Talinda was starting to worry about being able to carry everything when she finally found the office of the general. It was very luxurious and she smiled deeply as she took minor items that looked valuable. While doing this she also searched for the scroll she wanted.
It took close to an hour but finally she got what she wanted. During her search she had also found a couple of other important looking scrolls and she pushed them all down into her full sack.
Silently she stalked through the house and into the bedroom. The general was still sleeping but to her irritation Talinda found a group from the night watchman standing under the window. She was standing there thinking about what to do when the house was filled with a female voice calling out "Honey, we are home" and steps coming closer to the room. The sleeping general turned on the bed and was obviously close to waking up.
Talinda looked around in panic and then rushed to the wardrobe. She pushed herself inside the moment before the light from a lamp lighted the room.
"What should I do? They will cut of my hand and throw me in prison. Unless they see my ears," Talinda reasoned but the thoughts did little to calm her growing panic.
* * *
Duwlon had been on his room thinking for a while. He had all life been exposed to sex by living in the same home as his parents, who did enjoy it a lot; still it was a world of difference to do it himself.
"How will Agril react if I make a pass on his daughter," he wondered but even while he didn't know this he felt that he must try. He opened the door and walked over to the room belonging to Tysania. He knocked and directly heard Tysania saying that he could come inside. Inside he found Tysania sitting on the floor with a huge pile of ledgers and scrolls in front of her.
"Oh, was it you. I thought that it was Myan that wanted to say goodnight," Tysania said as she put away her pen.
"Why are you working this late?" Duwlon asked.
"Yes, it is a bit late but these must be finished sooner or later so I brought them here to do get some work done," Tysania said and got up standing.
"Your father gives you awfully much responsibility," Duwlon said and closed the door behind him.
"Yes he does that. What do you want here this late?" Tysania said. Duwlon hesitated about what to say and when he found nothing suiting he stepped forward and pulled Tysania into his arms. Her initial surprise gave him time to give her a long kiss but soon her objections forced him to drop her down. Tysania backed away from Duwlon while staring at him in shock.
"What the hell do you think that you are doing?" she said as her fingertips touched the lips that just had been in contact with his.
"I am sorry, I find you so wonderful that I could not help it," Duwlon said with a red face.
"You think that you can step into my room and kiss me. Have I given you any sign that I am interested?" Tysania said with raised voice but still not loud enough to be heard outside the room.
Duwlon heard the door open behind him and found Myan standing in the door.
"Calm down sis. He is here because I asked him to try to make a pass on you," Myan said with a sparkling smile on her lips.
"You did what? Why did you do that?" Tysania asked and Duwlon felt like he wanted to slip through the floor.
"Father have been filling your days with work for the two latest years. You struggle every waken minute to keep up with all he wants you do and when gorgeous young man that is hot for you turns up you just ignore him," Myan said.
"We both know that the work I do for father is because I like him so much. What have this do with Duwlon?" Tysania said and looked towards Duwlon. Duwlon smiled and looked back. He looked into her eyes and Tysania looked back with a surprised look on her face.
"Well sis, admit that you don't have much to loose on being a bit friendly with him," Myan said with business like voice.
"You try to pair me with a stranger," Tysania said uncertain but kept her attention locked at Duwlon.
"You have shared with me what you think about boys all life. Don't put Duwlon down because he is not of noble origin that you used to dream about," Myan said as she left the room. Duwlon and Tysania remained standing.
"I suppose that Myan is holding guard outside the door to make sure that I don't send you away," Tysania said.
"You could pretend that I am a prince in disguise if that helps," Duwlon said and walked forward.
"Don't listen to much on my sister. I must admit that I have been to busy to look at you before," Tysania said and laughed.
"Can I, the prince of hidden origin humbly ask to be allowed to kiss you," Duwlon said and didn't need to hear the answer when Tysania jumped up into his arms. They shared a long kiss and this time they were both active. Duwlon was hard as a rock and he felt Tysania's hand drift down to feel his harden.
"My goodness, never thought that anyone could be so large. I have just done it two times before so be careful," she mumbled.
"That makes you a expert compared to me," Duwlon said and placed Tysania down on the bed.
"I don't know you. This is just for the night, right?" Tysania said with an uncertain voice.
"Who knows, perhaps there is war coming. I can't promise to be able to walk at your side but I feel a need now for your lovely body," Duwlon said and started to remove his clothing.
Tysania slipped out of her clothes too and Duwlon stared at the round forms revealed. His few short looks at his sisters told him that Tysania was not as slim as them but with a much more developed pair of breasts. He descended down on her and she helped to guide his hard cock into her moist cunt. When inside he remained still for a moment and kissed Tysania’s cute snub nose and mouth. He started to move but the feelings were so intense and in a few moments he came. He rolled off and heard Tysania moan in irritation.
"No worry. I'll be ready in a few seconds," Duwlon said and heard Tysania gasp in disbelief as Duwlon's member again turned hard.
"Hope you last a bit longer this time," Tysania mumbled as Duwlon moved in position again.
"Can't promise anything but in worst case I will have to make it up in number of times instead," Duwlon said and let his hand plays over Tysania’s erect nipples.
"How many times do think you can get it hard?" Tysania whispered as she spread her legs more widely.
"At home, when doing solo sex I get bored before I run into that problem. The real question is perhaps how long you can keep up?" Duwlon answered.
Tysania didn't answer but bit down into Duwlon's shoulder to silence her loud moans as she was caught by her first cumming. None of her previous incompetent lovers had been able to stretch her cunt so much.
* * *
Talinda trembled in horror as she heard steps walking towards the wardrobe. From the talking she understood that Pasrix's wife would get her bedclothes from the wardrobe. She needed a miracle to avoid discovery.
"Think Talinda, you must be smarter than this if you want to become a successful thief. Or living thief is perhaps the right word," Talinda thought. Desperately she tried to come up with some way to escape but there was no way she could sneak away. An idea flickered through her mind and she jumped on it. In a hurry she ripped all her clothes off and was thus completely nude. The wife opened the wardrobe door. She stared at Talinda in shock and Talinda had no problem acting terrified.
"Don't hit me. I had no idea he had a wife when he picked me up at the swan!" Talinda called out as she started crying. The wife looked from Talinda towards her confused husband and back again.
"What are you doing in our wardrobe?" asked the general with a hostile voice but suddenly found his view blocked by his furious wife.
"Amblo Pasrix! How could you?" she screamed and hit him with a solid fist.
"What are you talking about?" Amblo Pasrix said as he looked around after Talinda. Before he had time to spot her he was hit again.
Talinda giggled as she saw her plan succeed and picked up her sack and jumped out from the window. She tumbled down towards the ground but years of climbing in the woods had taught her to protect herself and she landed with her sack under her to lessen the impact. She stumbled up and she felt the cold night air wash over her. Luckily the night watchman had departed but a moment later General Pasrix looked out of the window and called out, "Catch the nude girl with the sack."
Talinda picked up the sack and ran just as the night watchman came running around the corner. Talinda didn't have time to look behind but the soldiers had no chance to catch her. Her halfelven agility and stamina were more than enough to outclass ordinary humans in armors. Talinda ran until she was out of breath and had to stop. There was no trace from the followers.
"Too bad that I didn't steal any clothes," Talinda thought as she stalked down the street.
The town was deserted but as she ran she had noticed more than a few nightwalkers and Talinda was more nervous when she went towards the house where Duwlon slept.
Finally she was there but when she climbed up to the window she found it locked and the room empty inside. Talinda climbed down again afraid that somebody should arrive and steal her sack or do something against her.
She looked around and saw a window that let out light.
"Can't get much worse than this," Talinda reasoned and brought her sack there and climbed upwards.
This time she brought the sack just in case. When she looked inside the window she saw Duwlon sitting nude on the floor of a lit room reading some scrolls and ledgers. On the bed besides him there was an unconscious and obviously very well fucked girl. Talinda knocked on the window without hesitation.
* * *
Laughter filled the room and the storyteller took the time to drink the last of his beer.
"What a great irony. Talinda retrieves the scrolls but finds Duwlon reading the ledgers already without her help," a woman said and many people raised toasts to the great tale that the storyteller told.
Finally the sound died down and the storyteller could continue.
* * *
Duwlon smiled as he found yet another interesting delivery to the army. He kept an eye on Tysania to see when she started to come around but still jumped high as he heard a knock on the window.
"I forgot to leave the window open," Duwlon realized and with a red face and a hand hiding his member he walked forward to open the window. Instead of getting the scroll, a nude Talinda pushed herself inside and dropped a large sack. Duwlon stared at his sister and no quick glances earlier could compare with this close view of her body.
Like he had noted before she was much slimmer than Tysania but now he could also see that she got much more spare pubic hair. Her perfectly colored skin also lacked any of the skin marks and scars that Tysania had on her body. It took just a second of the lovely view to hit him before Duwlon felt his member swell to full size again. With an even more red face he stooped trying to cover his cock. It was too large to work anyway and Talinda didn't try to cover herself.
"Did you get what we need?" Duwlon asked.
"Yes, I got it here in the sack. Seems like you got what you needed too," Talinda said as she looked over Duwlon's shoulder at the sleeping girl.
"She is the boss' daughter and responsible for the military equipment. Her sister convinced me to date her and it was sure wonderful," Duwlon said.
"I risk my life and you fuck a human girl," Talinda said with a sigh as she handed over the scrolls.
"Thank you dear sister, I owe you. You should really try sex by the way," Duwlon said as he looked at Talinda. Her pussy hair was moist and he guessed that it was from a local source.
"Oh please, I am your sister, stop looking at me like I am your girlfriend on the bed. I wonder if she has any clothes that I can steal," Talinda said and started to examine the wardrobe.
"You intend to steal clothes from her?" Duwlon asked amazed.
"Why not?" Talinda said as she found a dress that fit, "I am in more need for this than her at the moment."
"See, this dress is obviously to small for her anymore" Talinda said and pulled the dress on.
It did fit her body but was short as a miniskirt on her tall body. Talinda picked her sack up and went to window. After she left Duwlon remained standing looking after her.
"Can you have sex with a sister?" he wondered. "Talinda got her secret elven boyfriend but the others lack boyfriends," he thought but then dismissed the silly idea.
Tysania had started to move and Duwlon noted that he still found her cute body as exciting even while his gorgeous sister's image was left in his mind.
* * *
Talinda felt more comfortable with a dress on again and walked through the empty town. First thing in the morning she would visit Nanac to sell the stolen goods and buy a good set of weapons for herself. No more being forced around since she had no weapon. Still there were anxious hours left until dawn. Duwlon had seemed completely rested without any sleep but Talinda felt that she was starting to get very tired. Still there was something that she wanted to check.
On one of the scrolls she had seen a note that General Marol would meet an important visitor this night in a low class Inn. It seemed very strange that a general would meet somebody at an Inn and Talinda wanted to check this before she went to sleep. Talinda had seen the Inn earlier during the day and had no problem finding it. On the second floor she saw a lit window and she climbed up to be able to look inside. Inside the room, she saw a man clothed in proper military clothes and a dirty man dressed in rags. The windows were slightly open and Talinda listened carefully.
"Congratulations for your latest deed at that crossroad!" the general said.
"Was nothing at all, ten paladins and a dozen priests that were foolish enough to recognize me but not smart enough to run for their lives," the man in rags said. Talinda didn't dare look inside again but there was something disturbing over the voices heard.
"Anyway let's turn to the real topic for this meeting. Azbezil wants you recruited to his army, we have convinced him that your powers may be needed to win," the general said.
There was a slight pause and then the man in rags answered, "You have been too much with humans. We both knew that it is not Azbezil that chooses who shall join his so-called mighty army," the man in rags said.
"Yes I know that, but Azbezil is still the man of chaos that may ensure our victory here. We are, as Azbezil is so fond of saying, very close to success. In a few months time Azbezil will actually be aware of what kind of victory that we wants," the general answered.
"Azbezil says that he is close to victory but is yet unable to locate the crippled king. The dark forces are greatly worried about this. The cursed elf queens could have hidden her since the realm as always is closed to us. Still the border has been under surveillance since before Azbezil was freed and thus the king can't be there. Somewhere there is a unknown might strong enough to hide him," the man in rags said. There was silence for a few minutes and then Talinda heard them talking again.
"It is sealed then. This treaty will surely fool Azbezil. You will pick you usual fee of thirteen fresh ones?" the general asked.
"Yes, I pick them up myself," the man in rags answered after a pause.
Talinda trembled in fear as she clung to wall. She didn't really understand what they were talking about but it was still disturbing her greatly. The threat of Azbezil was always distant and the recent dangers had been of her own doing. The danger from the two in the room on the other hand was closer than she had ever guessed and not due to anything she or her family had done.
"Or was it in fact some mistake Davrion made? Why did he never say anything about Azbezil except than that he was always been evil and mad?"'Talinda thought as she descended and picked the sack up. She ran away in panic without looking back. Behind her the man in rags studied her as she ran away.
"Is there something of importance outside?" the general asked.
"No nothing of importance, but that may have changed when I am finished," the man in rags said and walked away from the window smiling.
* * *
"The hour is turning late so let's end the tale for tonight. Tomorrow I will continue and my hope is that you all be here to listen," the storyteller said and got up.
He sent his hat around and when he got it back he found it heavier than any evening before. He left the room but his thoughts were again back to the disturbing question why he did not know his own name. He could not make any sense out of it.
Who is who in the Laughter of Azbezil?
Pymaria
Age 48
She saved the king from certain death in the moat of the royal castle. She used to dream about becoming a singer at the opera but have settled to be the mother of Davrion's children. She and Davrion have nine children.
Davrion VII Entaro
Profession Bard
Age 78
The rightful king but removed from the throne by his brother. He is severely crippled after combat with Azbezil's demons and starting to get old. Still the magic that healed him from the brink of death has kept him in good health.
Azbezil Entaro
Age 78
The twin brother of Davrion. He claims to be king Davrion and have managed to convince the people that he changed his name due to sorrow over the dead queen. The ancient prophecy marks him as the witch king that will bring ruin and death to the kingdom.
Ezame III Entaro
Age 43
Davrion's oldest daughter that was captured by Azbezil. She is the unwilling lover of Azbezil and mother to Zelak and Madel.
Fenlyw Entaro
Profession Illusionist
Magic realm Essence
Age 30
Davrion's oldest son, skilled in the art of illusions. He is the one that is closet to Davrion in interests of the past but the rest of the family finds him unfocussed and careless.
Enbon Entaro
Profession Fighter
Weapon Scimitars used in two-weapon combo
Special items Got two magic scimitars
Age 27
Could beat his elven instructors in the art of combat by the age of 12. Only lack of worthy opponents has slowed down his development since then. His only real interests are combat and athletic skills and he is thus not very talented in other areas. He got a girlfriend named Trioni Arlin
Duwlon Entaro
Profession Sage
Age 24
Extremely intelligent and with large ambitions. The one of Davrion's children that been most irritated by being forced to stay hidden in the cottage. On his first adventure he met the trader Tarben Agril.
Cymari Entaro
Profession Ranger
Magic realm Channeling
Weapon Longbow and shortsword
Age 21
A talented ranger with a strong sense of duty. Her skill with the longbow is without comparison in the family.
Talinda Entaro
Age 18
A girl who knew her line of profession from the moment that she started to crawl. Lots of practice made her a master pick pocketer even before she left home. She is also skilled in most kind of small weapons and unarmed combat. She is in love with Awril the sharpsighted. Awril is one of elven rangers that protects the family.
Larion Entaro
Profession Cleric
Magic realm Channeling
Age 15
A girl filled with much compassion and a strong belief in her goddess. She has never visited a real temple but still got a strong grip on the art of cleric magic. The goddess she follows is the ancient elven goddess of the night. The goddess used to be worshipped by most humans and elves but very humans follow her way except by lip services. Helian has enslaved Larion but the limits of this magic control are not clear.
Junia Entaro
Special Soprano
Age 11
A girl that very much resembles Pymaria. She is interested in singing and spends most of her time either practicing or begging for lessons from Pymaria or Davrion.
Helian Entaro
Profession Houri
Magic realm Mentalism
Special Transmit her magic by kisses and touch
Age 89
Was by the age of the 5 affected by the magic cum of her father. When her body could not cope with the feelings she was brought to the lake of three flames to be healed. The magics of the lake brought her to a possible future were she becomes a priestess of the cult that controls the powers of the lake. She helped rebuilding the kingdom but was called back to join the battle against Azbezil. She is very determined since she knows that failure means that everyone, including herself, dies in the end.
Awril Fandyllion
Profession Ranger
Magic realm Channeling
Weapon Longbow and sword
Age 464
A legendary ranger that has been working in the group that protects the cottage of the family. He and Talinda are in love but got a secret relationship. He is often called the sharp-sighted.
Tarben Agril
Profession Layman
Age 52
A very talented trader.
General Lombadiel Iglack
True name unknown
Magic realm Evil mentalism
Age unknown
General in Azbezil's army and married to princess Ezame. In truth one of Azbezil's demons in disguise.
Zelak Entaro
Weapon Two-handed sword
Age 24
The younger son of Ezame. War hero from the war at the border and recently given the title general. Publicly general Lombadiel Iglack is his father but in truth it is Azbezil.
Madel Entaro
Age 29
The older son of Ezame. War hero from the war at the border and recently given the title general. Publicly general Lombadiel Iglack is his father but in truth it is Azbezil.
Trioni Arlin
Age 17
Daughter to lord Arlin. In love with Enbon Entaro
Glarin son of Karmin
Age 182
Weapon Warhammer
One of the few remaining dwarfs. He has been hired by Azbezil to act as a bodyguard for princess Ezame.
Retalia Harper and lord Harper
Nobles at the court of Azbezil. Azbezil employs both directly even while rumors tell that lord Harper doesn't like the line of work that his wife does. After Azbezil's party in the beginning of the tale they returned to their own castle since Retalia is pregnant. The father of the child is an enemy to lord Harper.
Magul
An artifact that Helian has spoken about. Rumors in the possible future where she grow up say that this artifact was used by Azbezil to destroy everything. The artifact opened some kind of portal to a demonplane but the exact powers of the artifact are unknown.