By the Will of the Gods Pt. 01

Trying to be nice, Tempest forced a small smile upon her face. She found that she could only get one corner of her mouth to rise, though, so she simply turned away from the man and began making her way down the silent path. "I will return shortly," she spoke in a voice just above a whisper.

* * *

Making her way down the brightly lit trail, Tempest couldn't help but think about the virile man she had left behind. As she continued to ponder over the fact that he didn't accompany her, it finally dawned on her that she had listed other things when talking about the unicorn. Stopping dead in her tracks, she wondered if Zofiel had stayed behind for another reason. Maybe he didn't tag along because he had stolen something in the past.

Stolen something...like my heart.

The girl remained standing in one place until the normal sounds of the forest made her remember why she was on the path to begin with. As a gentle breeze whistled past, Tempest picked up the pace and continued down the trail. Only a couple more minutes passed before the young woman laid eyes on a sight that almost took her breath away.

The glade before the dark elf was beautiful. The trees surrounding the water seemed to glisten in a green and blue hue, and a violet haze filled the area. The water itself sparkled...and there, standing in the middle, was one of the most gorgeous creatures Tempest had ever had the privilege of laying eyes upon.

The unicorn had a coat of short white fur and a fluffy mane of a matching color. The horn jutting out of the animal's head looked as if it could have been made out of pearl, and the gigantic eyes were jet-black. The legendary horse-like creature stood in the water and loudly exhaled as the dark elf approached.

"You are such a...marvelous creature!" Tempest complimented the animal as she stepped close enough to pet it. Running her hand through the creature's mane, the young woman couldn't help but smile. "This is truly amazing!" And then an awe-inspiring event occurred when the surrounding area seemed to light up like a star. The light was almost blinding, but at the same time, it was spectacular.

Tempest couldn't help but cover her eyes with her right arm. The magnificent aura engulfing the area left a sensational, burning feeling in the center of the dark elf's bosom. It was at that moment when Tempest realized the brilliant light was the unicorn's way of communicating.

Within a few moments, it was done. As suddenly as the event had started, it was finished. A feeling lingered within Tempest that had never been present before, and the girl knew beyond the shadow of any doubt that the ability she had come seeking was now a part of her due to the gratitude of the dazzling light.

"Thank you," she told the creature, and ran her hand through the mane one last time. A tear rolled down her cheek due to the sheer beauty of purity before her. "You are much more amazing in the flesh than any books I have ever read about you!" The dark elf continued to stare at the awe-inspiring animal as she backed away from it.

In a sudden flash of radiating light, the glade seemed to glow brighter than the sun...and when things were back to normal, the unicorn was gone.

* * *

"How did everything go?"

"Well. Everything went well." Ignoring eye contact with the mysterious man, Tempest began picking up some of her bags. "The unicorn bestowed upon me the medicinal spell of healing." The girl stopped grabbing things and finally turned her attention to Zofiel. Before she could speak to him again, though, she felt her words get stuck in her throat. She didn't know what to say to the man of her dreams.

"Is something bothering you, Tempest?" Zofiel asked, and leaned down so he could look into her lowered eyes. "Before you went to see the unicorn, something seemed to be getting you down, and now...well, now you just seem kind of miserable when you should be ecstatic!"

"I...I have just been thinking about some things," the dark elf told her adventuring comrade. She was about to tell him exactly what was bothering her, but she changed her mind at the last second. Instead of telling Zofiel what was eating away at her, she flashed the cloaked man a fake smile and somewhat lifted her eyes. Fighting back the sensation to talk about what was vexing her, the girl lied, "Nothing. Nothing is bothering me."

"Are you sure?"

The young woman nodded. She then tried to pick up one more bag until Zofiel stopped her. He wanted to help her out, so he began loading some of the leather bags with straps onto his shoulders. The dark elf watched him do so until asking, "So, where are you off to, Zofiel?"

"Well, there's a small, rundown village to the north of here that's not much bigger than a hamlet. That settlement is known as Norburgh, and I'm supposed to meet up with a friend there before we head further north."

Swallowing a lump in her throat, Tempest wondered if the friend Zofiel was referring to was female. As she thought about it a little more, she remembered all the sweet things the man had said to her. She realized that no matter what Zofiel had done in the past, he now had feelings for her. Instead of asking about the man's friend, she decided to query, "May I come with you?"

The mysterious man was hesitant at first, but finally said, "I suppose. But..."

"But what?"

"Well, Norburgh isn't exactly the safest place around these parts. It's an outpost for prostitution, and quite frankly, it's a den of thieves."

"Why is your friend there?"

Zofiel rolled his eyes and sighed, "He gets enjoyment in life from the 'adventure' a place like that presents to him." The cloaked man then chuckled, "Sydell is quite a character, I'll give him that."

Tempest couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief after hearing Zofiel give an explanation of his friend. Sydell was in fact a man.

"But if you come with me," the mysterious adventurer's voice broke into the girl's thoughts, "You have to stay near me. I'm not exaggerating when I tell you how dangerous that place is, and a girl of your age will turn quite a few heads since you're good-looking, and..."

Tempest blushed after hearing Zofiel cut himself short. The dark elf then decided it was time to leave, and with a smile upon her face, she nudged her man and told him to lead the way.

* * *

Two hours after Tempest and Zofiel had departed from the location of the unicorn, they reached a small, sandy valley outside of the woods. The area seemed very desolate with the exception of a few ratty buildings made of worn stone and decaying wood. The dilapidated hovels comprised the sordid village of Norburgh.

"This is the place," Zofiel told his traveling companion. As he continued to lead the way, he whispered to the girl, "Remember to stay close to me."

The young woman nodded and remained right to Zofiel's left. As the couple trudged ahead, Tempest couldn't help but eye the area carefully. The walls of rock off to the east and west were quite tall, and if not for their smoothness, the girl thought they would be perfect for bandits to ambush people from. She shuddered as she considered what it would take for a group of raiders to plot an attack in such a godsforsaken place...

Zofiel suddenly stopped in his tracks, and since the girl he was traveling with was so distracted, she bumped into him. When he glanced at her, she started to apologize, but the cloaked man shook his head and told her she was fine. He then went on, "There's a little inn straight ahead. Sydell will be in there, but I want to warn you before we go in."

Tempest nodded and listened to the man with attentive ears.

"While we're in there, I guarantee things won't be pretty. Last time I went to meet with Sydell in that place, there were three separate brawls going on, and as much as I hate to say it to a lady of your age..." Zofiel paused for a moment and scratched the back of his head. Looking for the right words, he lowered his voice as he muttered, "Well, there were a couple of people having intercourse on one of the tables."

"What was that?" The dark elf asked since her traveling companion lowered his voice to an almost inaudible volume as he spoke his last sentence.

"Um, nothing," Zofiel said, and cleared his throat. "Now, just stay by me like I said and things should be fine. We'll ask the man at the counter if Sydell's checked in, and then we'll just mind our own business."

"But what about..."

Zofiel looked at the young woman. She was staring at the ground and didn't bother finishing her sentence. "What about what?" The cloaked man kindly asked with concern etched on his face.

"I am a dark elf, Zofiel. Everyone in there will hate me."

Placing his hands on the young woman's shoulders to comfort her, the enigmatic traveler informed his new companion, "No one in there will harm you because of your race, Tempest. In Norburgh, nobody thinks twice about racial appearances." Zofiel continued to stare at the girl until he warned her, "Just be aware that they might try something since you're such an attractive woman, but that's why you have me here!"

Tempest giggled and flashed the man her radiant smile. As she laughed, her chest seemed to jiggle, and Zofiel instantly looked away since he had learned his lesson for spying on the vision of loveliness earlier in the forest.

Clearing his throat and averting his eyes, the cloaked man began leading the way as he told the dark elf, "Follow me."

* * *

Tempest had never seen such a foul display of humanity anywhere. All around her, raunchy looking men sat at tables playing cards and drinking booze. Most of them were either bald or overweight, and even though the smoke hovering in the air stung her eyes, the young woman could still see that many of the gruff men were staring right at her. Norburgh was the first village outside of Darkwood she had ever seen...and her hometown was nothing like the filthy hamlet. She slipped a hand through the crook of Zofiel's left arm and solidly attached herself to it. She silently prayed that all human settlements weren't as obscene.

"Don't worry about them," Zofiel told the dark elf without looking back at her. "Just stay with me like I said. None of them would dare lay a finger on you as long as you're close to me."

The dark elf didn't say anything to the man protecting her, but she couldn't help but wonder what he would do if three or four of the card-playing drunks attacked them. There was no way he could possibly hold his own against the likes of so many stocky alcoholics.

Within seconds, the adventurers reached the check-in counter. The man standing behind it didn't look much better than his patrons. In fact, he almost appeared to be more intimidating than most of the corpulent tipplers.

Unfazed by the looks of the worker, Zofiel walked right up to the counter and asked, "Has a man by the name of Sydell checked in here recently?"

"I don't ask fer names of my customers, fella," the gruff man answered while wiping his bear-like hands with a dirty rag. "As long as they pay up front, I don't much care who they are or what they do behind closed doors."

Wanting an answer, Zofiel placed an elbow on the counter and rubbed his hand across his forehead while looking quite annoyed. "Listen: All I want to know is if a guy with jet-black hair brushed over to one side of his head is in here. The other side of his head is shaved, he has a ton of piercings in both ears, and he has a black mustache and goatee to match his rather dark eyes also. He's about my size, maybe a little bigger, and his pale skin is covered with tattoos."

The rude worker simply stared at the man asking him questions. With no regard that a lady was present, he turned his head and spat on the floor.

Rolling his eyes, Zofiel knew he wasn't getting anywhere, so he added, "Chances are he had at least two women with him...maybe more."

Cracking a smile, the brusque owner of the disheveled establishment chomped on something in his mouth before finally saying, "Yer friend's quite a guy, pal! He paid up front without putting up any kind of hassle, and he had two whores that..."

"Please," Zofiel cut the profane innkeeper short. "There's a lady present, and she doesn't need to hear this."

The grumpy man frowned and rolled his eyes while finishing up, "He took two dames to a room upstairs. Just take that staircase over to my left and go to the second room down. That's where he is, but since you have a 'lady' with you that you don't want hearing about reality...well, you just might want to let your friend finish up."

Glancing up at the decaying balcony, Zofiel laid eyes on the door to the room Sydell was occupying with two women. Without even looking back at the innkeeper, the cloaked man asked, "How long has he been up there?"

"Ten, maybe fifteen minutes."

Turning back to Tempest, Zofiel told the girl, "Let's go sit at that table in the corner. In about twenty minutes, Sydell will be back down."

* * *

Thrusting his massive erection between the moist pussy lips of the black-haired woman bent down in front of him, Sydell firmly gripped the hips of his prostitute as a kneeling brunette behind him licked his legs. He could feel the wet tongue run up and down his somewhat hairy limbs as the brunette attempted to further arouse him.

"Uhn!" The black-haired woman called out as Sydell continued to ram his enlarged piece of manhood into the torn snatch of his lady. She repeated her moan as the dark-haired man went deeper and deeper.

With sweat beading up on his forehead, Sydell gazed at the back of the prostitute's head and asked in a dominant voice, "Do you like that?" And before the woman could answer, he gripped her hips harder and drilled deeper.

The brutal fornication continued for about half a minute until the horny man pulled his dick out of the first prostitute's vagina. Turning around, he gazed down at the brunette and decided to let her in on the action.

Taking the wet, bobbing cock in her right hand, the kneeling woman leaned in and began licking the man's hairy balls. She held his throbbing meat up and out of the way as she gave his testicles some attention, and then she finally began inserting the penis into her mouth.

Sydell held his head back and let out a satisfied moan as the brunette moved her head forward and backward. While she tried to take in the bulk of his manhood, the other woman stood behind Sydell and placed her hands under his arms. Moving them up his sides and onto his chest, she began feeling his pectorals while kissing his neck.

Sydell couldn't help but finally smile as the brunette inhaled his entire piece. She couldn't keep her lips locked around it for long, but the fact that she had deep-throated his broad, lengthy penis was no mean feat.

While the brunette continued to work on the pulsating rod, Sydell let his hands wander a bit. His left hand went behind him and landed on the left butt cheek of the black-haired woman. He squeezed it while running his right hand through the other woman's hair. As he did so, she glanced up at him with want in her eyes.

"Yeah, you suck that," he ordered the woman as he continued to grin. "Do a good job and you'll get a little surprise."

"Nothing is little on you, Sydell," the black-haired woman purred with lust in her voice. Her hands continued to run across the man's chest as she went back to kissing his neck.

Sydell chuckled at the comment and watched the brunette brush some of her hair off to the side as her head kept going forward and back. Eventually, her hands went down to her chest so she could start squeezing her tits while sucking on her client. After about another minute of the oral action, Sydell decided that he was getting bored of the head he was receiving.

Taking the action to the dinky bed in the room, Sydell told the women to follow him as he laid down and got comfortable. Trying to see beyond his giant, swaying erection, the man individually ordered the women, "I want you up on my face, and I want you riding on it."

Doing as they were told, the prostitutes took their positions as the black-haired woman climbed on first. She positioned herself just over Sydell's head and lowered herself far enough so the man paying her could start eating out her pussy. She ran both her hands through her hair and licked her lips as Sydell held onto her legs and tongued her endearing clit.

It only took the brunette seconds to follow her orders as she climbed onto the bed also. With her back to the other woman, the prostitute who had been sucking Sydell off squatted down over his huge erection. Using her right hand to spread her vagina open, she was happy to see that she didn't have to go down very far since her client was so damn long.

Sydell felt his heart rate elevate as the action carried on. With the sweet taste of the black-haired woman in his mouth, the horny man felt the blood pumping through his cock as the brunette moved up and down on him. He took note of how she started off slow, and as she gained speed, her moans became more and more audible.

Because of the velocity the brunette was utilizing, the bed started to rock a bit. Her actions triggered the black-haired woman to reach forward and place her hands against the wall for some stability. She watched as the headboard of the bed started hitting the wall with every bounce of her friend behind her.

For a moment, Sydell pulled his face away from the trimmed pussy in front of him so he could groan. He was having an adequate time, but the quality of the ladies he had hired just wasn't living up to what he desired. Knowing that there were much better women out there, he patted the black-haired female's legs to signify that he wanted her to get up.

Doing what the tattooed man wanted, the prostitute lifted her right leg over Sydell's head and got off the bed. Her tits bounced as she did so, and she used her left hand to push her black locks back. Standing next to the bed, she watched as her client slowed her friend down.

"Okay," Sydell said in a somewhat unsatisfied tone. "That's enough." Placing his hands under the woman's ass, he waited until she came to a complete stop before pushing her off so she could stand next to the bed like her friend.

Taking his dick in his right hand, the man stared at the two prostitutes as they stood next to each other. Sitting up, Sydell pulled himself away from the sweaty sheets and moved his hand up and down his staff a few times as he looked down at the pussies. While examining them, he decided that the black-haired woman wasn't half bad, but the brunette just wasn't doing it for him. Still, a man had his needs, and his penis wasn't going to finish itself off.

The women took a couple steps back as Sydell stood up. The floorboards squeaked under everyone in the room as the dark-haired man told the women, "Have a seat on the bed and we'll finish this up."

"But you still have another hour," the brunette informed her client.

"Yeah, well, I forgot that I had other plans." As the prostitutes seated themselves next to each other, Sydell stepped forward with his beefy hunk of sausage pointing straight forward.

Gazing up at their client, the prostitutes sat with their hands in their laps as they awaited their orders. Since they had been paid good money, they wanted to do their best.

Staring down at the two women, Sydell checked them both out one final time. Comparing them to each other, he noted that he liked most of the black-haired prostitute's features better. He liked her face more, her hair was smoother, her breasts were a little larger and shaped more to his liking, and her skin appeared to glisten when wet. He also liked the fact that her vagina was shaved amicably, for the brunette had quite a bushel of hair.