By the Will of the Gods Pt. 01

Leaning more toward the black-haired woman, Sydell told the prostitutes, "Finish me off." The dark-haired man didn't even bother to watch as both women began fumbling for his cock. As he felt his prick being handled by both of them, the man rolled his eyes and told himself that he would pick better women the next time around. However, he still wanted that feeling of bliss when he blew his load, so he reached down and grabbed the prostitutes by the hair. Forcing them closer, he watched as they went to town on his extensive cock.

The black-haired woman put her big lips to good use as she wrapped them around the tip of Sydell's dick, and the brunette buried her face off to the side while nibbling on his balls. She then moved her way up and ran her tongue across the shaft.

While Sydell moaned and held the heads of the women close together, he looked down and watched as the brunette continued to tongue his rod...until she licked her way up toward the tip and had her lips meet those of her friend.

For a moment, the two prostitutes tried to share the tip of the immense erection, but then their lips met each other's and they started to kiss. As they pulled away from the throbbing cock, a string of saliva followed the black-haired woman. The fluid then dripped down and splattered on her right leg as the brunette became more and more captivated by the kiss.

"Well," Sydell said, and cracked a smile while watching. "This might be worth it." And to him, it was.

The brunette began leaning forward and forced her friend back onto the bed. She wrapped her left arm around the neck of the black-haired woman, and her right hand went up so she could press her palm against the woman's left cheek.

Sydell continued to smile as the black-haired woman also began using her hands. Her left one ended up on her friend's back, and her other one started out on the brunette's left boob. After squeezing it a few times, the black-haired woman moved it down to her friend's hairy pussy.

"Gods," Sydell muttered, and took a step toward the action. "I paid for this, so I might as well be getting something!" Involving himself in the hot, sexual activity, Sydell knelt down and let the two continue to go at it as he moved the black-haired woman's right hand out of the way. Once that was accomplished, the man grabbed the more attractive prostitute's right tit and began feeling it up while rapidly flicking his tongue over the teat. As he did so, the nipple hardened.

All three occupants of the room moaned as sweat emptied from their pores. The heat in the small chamber seemed to rise a few degrees even though all three people were nude.

As his stiff cock swayed below, Sydell realized he was only seconds away from blowing. Deciding he didn't want the cream to end up as a pile of slime on the floor, he quickly stood up and began furiously rubbing his right hand over his throbbing member. The volume of his groaning raised with every movement of his hand.

Finally, Sydell's dick exploded with a mess of thick jism flying forward. He aimed his penis at the two women making out, and they both realized they were being showered in cum. As the man continued to jerk his shaft, the prostitutes stopped kissing long enough to turn around and let the sticky substance rain down across their chests.

"Oh, YES!" Sydell yelled as he watched the gooey fluid land on the black-haired woman's tits. He grunted even louder as he watched her squeeze her voluptuous breasts together with her hands. Finishing up, the dark-haired man watched as the brunette reached over and ran a finger over some of the semen so she could lick it and taste it.

Sydell stretched and released his rod while yawning. He had gotten off with only a small feeling of satisfaction, so he was ready to kick the women out. However, his plan slightly changed when he looked back at his two ladies.

The black-haired woman had taken Sydell's penis in both of her hands and started licking the remaining goop off it. Before it could start to go limp, the prostitute shoved it in her mouth and went to work on it.

While that went on, the brunette leaned over and buried her face between the boobs of her friend. She licked the cum off her partner's rack as they both tried to further arouse their client. She even used two fingers to pick up a globule of the tattooed man's thick substance and held it up above her head with her mouth wide open and her tongue out. She then let it slip off her fingers and into her oral opening where she swished it around and seemed to enjoy its bitter flavor.

For a moment, Sydell was enjoying the blowjob he was receiving, but then he realized how bored he had grown with both women. Knowing that there were plenty of other fish in the sea to satisfy his hunger, the dark-haired man pulled himself away from the prostitutes and walked over to a pile of clothes on the floor. Fishing out the ones that belonged to him, Sydell began pulling his pants on as he told the women, "Clean this place up before you leave. That can be what you do for that other hour I paid you for." And with that, the discontented man left the room after pulling his shirt on and tucking his long dick into his pants.

* * *

"Well, look at this! I wasn't expecting to see your mug in a place like this!"

Zofiel couldn't help but chuckle as he stood up and watched his friend come down the decaying, wooden steps. "Hello, Sydell."

Straightening his shirt while descending the steps, the tattooed man made his way toward his friend. "Honestly, Zofiel...it must make you feel extremely awkward to be seen in a place such as this!"

The cloaked man nodded as he approached his outgoing friend. He then looked back and watched Tempest rise from her seat. She decided to make haste in order to hurry to Zofiel's side.

"Heard from the others at all?" Sydell asked his friend, and then turned his attention to the girl standing right behind Zofiel. At first, he was surprised to see his traveling companion with a woman since Zofiel was usually such a loner, but when the dark-haired man got a closer look at the female, he realized she was a dark elf. "Um..."

"This is Tempest," Zofiel introduced his newest friend. "I met her back in the woods last night. We've been traveling together all day."

"Hullo," the young woman greeted Zofiel's friend.

Upon seeing that his friend was comfortable with the polite female, Sydell brushed aside any fear he may have normally felt toward her kind. "Um, yeah. Hi there! Name's Sydell. I hope my good friend Zofiel here didn't tell you anything bad about me!"

Tempest grinned as the cloaked man looked at his friend and said, "Nothing she probably shouldn't know."

"I can always count on you to spread my good word!" Sydell had a decent laugh and gave his comrade a pat on the side of his right arm. He then pulled his hand back and pointed out, "Um, you're a little drenched, my man!"

"Had a run-in with a pond," the blond man jested. "Fortunately for me, Tempest was there to pull me out."

Sydell couldn't help but chuckle. "You and that phobia of swimming! Are you ever going to tell me that story?"

Growing serious again, Zofiel changed the subject by saying, "I came to meet up with you so we could go to Aisha Temple together. I don't know if you've forgotten, but Hobbs instructed us to journey there and find out what to do next."

Turning to the innkeeper, Sydell asked for a cold drink and received it. After taking a sip, he faced his friend once more and said, "What to do next, huh? Can't Hobbs ever do anything himself? Or better yet, maybe make the others do something for a change!"

Knowing that his dark-haired companion was only kidding, Zofiel was about to respond until Tempest grabbed his right arm and squeezed. When he turned to acknowledge her, he gazed into her big, celadon eyes. "Is something wrong, Tempest?"

The dark elf simply said, "You never told me you were on an actual adventure of your own."

"No, I didn't," Zofiel honestly answered. "I know I should have, but I guess I thought..." The fair-skinned man scratched his chin while looking for the right words to say.

"Zofiel, if you will let me, I want to come with you." Staring right into the man's hazel eyes while talking, the dark elf went on, "I wish to accompany you wherever you go."

Somewhat surprised by the young woman's words, Zofiel adjusted his damp cloak and felt his cheeks grow warm. He also noticed that Sydell was laughing at him.

"Zofiel, my friend," the black-haired man chuckled, "Sounds like you have yourself an admirer!"

It was the dark elf's turn to blush as Zofiel said, "The three of us can go to Aisha Temple together."

"If I may ask," Tempest spoke up in order to aid Zofiel in moving the conversation along, "What is at this temple the two of you wish to visit?"

"You've never heard of the place?" Sydell asked the young woman, and watched her shake her head.

"Aisha Temple houses the Seeress," Zofiel told the dark elf.

"Who?" The eager girl inquired.

"The Seeress," Sydell repeated for his friend. "She's this woman who just happens to be blessed with the most amazing rack..."

Quickly cutting his friend off since Sydell was about to start adding hand gestures to his explanation, Zofiel said, "The Seeress supposedly knows everything. If a person is willing to make the long trek across the Xaphen Desert, he or she can enter Aisha Temple and ask the Seeress one question."

"Just one?" The quizzical female asked.

It was Sydell's turn to speak as he answered, "Just one. You can go in and ask her about anything you want, and she'll give you an honest answer."

"How does she know everything?"

Sydell shook his head and laughed, "That would make a good question!"

Forming an excellent question to ask the Seeress in her mind, Tempest turned to Zofiel and exclaimed, "I am definitely going with you!"

The cloaked man nodded and then turned his attention to Sydell. "When shall we leave?"

"Well, that's the thing," the tattooed man grumbled, and lowered his voice. "I can't exactly leave right now. You see, I forgot that I paid this woman to meet me here about three hours from now, and, well, she already has my money, so I kind of need to stay..."

Rolling his eyes, Zofiel grabbed Tempest's left hand and walked past his friend. Upset, the cloaked man told Sydell, "We'll be back as soon as we can. In the meantime, you take Tempest's bags and keep them in your room so we don't have to carry them across the desert."

"Did I mention that this woman is incredible? In fact, she's so amazing that I don't even have to pretend like she's someone else! Gods, I can be with just her alone and get off like I was with five completely different women!"

Ignoring his friend as he guided Tempest toward the door, Zofiel made sure to tell his female traveling companion, "There's a well right out front that you may not have seen. We'll fill some water jugs and be set to go...after we clean them, of course."

"Where will we get water jugs from?" The innocent young woman asked.

Zofiel answered by grabbing a few empty bottles off one of the tables where a few haggard ruffians were playing cards. "You gentlemen don't mind, do you?"

Looking at Zofiel with eyes full of awe, the men found that they could say nothing as the mysterious man took what he needed and left...followed shortly after by Tempest.

* * *

"Need some water?" Zofiel asked his female companion as they journeyed across the sands north of Norburgh. "It's kind of warm out here, and I don't want you getting heatstroke or anything."

"You should talk!" The young woman exclaimed, and followed her words up by giggling. "You are the one wearing that long, black cloak out in the desert!"

Zofiel cracked a half smile while wiping some sweat from his brow. "True. At least it's finally starting to dry off. Still, I should've left it back with the rest of your stuff Sydell's watching over."

After hearing the man's name, Tempest decided to ask, "How do you know that man? I mean, he seems so different from you, yet you make him sound like such a good friend."

Without looking in the dark elf's direction, Zofiel answered, "He's not just a good friend...he's a great friend. The guy's always been there for me when I needed him, and I know he'll continue to do so."

Not meaning to offend her traveling companion, the young woman observed, "You just seem so different, that is all."

Again, Zofiel found himself smiling when he said, "When a person breaks it down, then yes, Sydell and myself are quite different." The enigmatic man only paused for a moment before mentioning, "You never answered me about the water."

Taking a bottle from the sweating man, Tempest found herself looking it over before asking, "Do you think it is clean enough? I do not really want the taste of whatever alcohol those men were drinking in my mouth."

Zofiel nodded. "I'm not one for any kind of liquor myself. I made sure to do a good job of rinsing the bottles out and cleaning them before filling them up." He paused before adding, "Besides, who knows where those drunkards have been, so I was extra thorough!"

Since Tempest trusted her new friend completely, she took a small drink of water that didn't taste the best, but still hit the spot because of the scorching heat. After wiping her mouth with her left arm, the girl started a new conversation topic when she said, "If you do not mind my asking, you and Sydell were talking about a group of people back at that...er, inn. You also mentioned something about a quest you were all on. What is all of that about, and who are these other people?"

Zofiel knew that Tempest deserved to know a little more about him, so he explained, "There's five of us under the leadership of Hobbs. Hobbs is a dwarf in his early fifties, and he's been guiding the others for about nine years."

"What about you?" Tempest asked. "Has he not been leading you for nine years as well?"

Zofiel shook his head. "I've been with the others for about five years. You see, Hobbs was a happily married man - or dwarf, whichever you prefer - up until nine years ago. He had a wife he loved, kids he cherished, and a wonderful home. And then one fateful day...he had nothing."

"What happened?" The dark elf asked with genuine concern in her voice.

"No one really knows for sure," Zofiel answered while shaking his head. "The wife and children could have been kidnapped without him hearing, or they may have simply left that night while he was sleeping. Either way, Hobbs was alone...and crushed."

"I can imagine," Tempest muttered under her breath. While the two adventurers continued to trudge through the sand surrounding them for miles, the young woman recalled something she knew about Hobbs's race. "Zofiel, do dwarves not live underground?"

"Most of them do. Why?"

The inquisitive girl shook her head. "I do not know. I guess it just sounds weird to hear about a kidnapping that took place underground."

Zofiel's expression showed that he agreed. "True, but I heard Sydell mention that Hobbs had actually moved his family above ground for a while. For some reason, he didn't care for how the dwarves were governed."

"Maybe his wife and children went back underground," Tempest suggested. "Did he ever check on that possibility?"

"To be honest," the cloaked man said in a dismal tone of voice, "I think Hobbs knows more than he lets on. I hate to say it, but both he and I know his wife left him."

"Why?"

"It just makes the most sense," Zofiel sadly explained. "Husbands and wives part every day, and it's never pretty."

Tempest knew that her traveling companion was right, so she changed the subject by asking, "So what of the others? Why did they meet Hobbs before you?"

"Before I can tell you that part, you should probably know a bit about the others. There's myself, of course, and one of the guys you've already had the 'pleasure' of meeting was Sydell. Other than us two, there's Tyr, Kira, and Cygnus. Tyr just turned twenty-one last month and is the youngest member of the group. Kira, Sydell, and Cygnus are all around the age of twenty-four, give or take. Kira and Cygnus are also kind of an item..."

"What about you?" Tempest interrupted. "How old are you, Zofiel?"

Pretending not to hear, Zofiel dodged the question and went on, "Cygnus was born to be a warrior. That guy can do anything with a sword, and his lady friend - again, that's Kira - practices in the healing arts of medimancy. She's a warmhearted cleric and heals those in the world who need it most."

The dark elf simply nodded and listened to the cloaked man describe his companions. While he did so, the girl couldn't help but wonder why Zofiel wouldn't give his age.

"And then there's Tyr: He's a great guy and would do anything for anybody! He's like a toned-down version of Sydell. In my opinion, he's a little too young to do some of the things he does, but I'm not his father."

Temporarily forgetting about her traveling companion's age, Tempest queried, "So how did all of those others meet Hobbs before you?"

"Well, nine years ago, there used to be a small village far to the south of here known as Gustave. It was a town named after the man who founded it, and it was a quiet, peaceful place. However, a sudden fire broke out one night and burned the settlement to the ground, and those who didn't die in the raging inferno had nowhere to go. The only survivors of the catastrophe were Sydell, Cygnus, Kira and the young Tyr."

Doing the math in her head, the dark elf surmised, "Tyr would have been only around twelve years old at the time...if even that!"

Zofiel nodded. "He was young when it happened, and if not for Cygnus, he would've perished in the flames. That man saved both Tyr and Kira with a little help from Sydell on that night, but none of them would've survived for long had Hobbs not stumbled along. The dwarf took them to a shelter he had constructed and nursed them back to health. After that, they all became a little family."

"So, where do you fit in, Zofiel?"

"I met Sydell about five years ago," the blond man explained. "He was actually in a bit of trouble with some elves near a waterfall in the huge, forested area of the Tupsal region down south. He had..." Zofiel paused for a moment and cleared his throat before muttering, "He was caught having relations with one of the high elves' daughters. I come into play because I saw that he was about to take a beating, and I stepped in to make sure that didn't happen." Smiling, Zofiel then added in jest, "However, if I had known what he had done and that he deserved the thrashing he was about to receive, I would've left him to his fate!"

"Oh, Zofiel!" The dark elf giggled, and covered her mouth with her right hand.

Chuckling, the mysterious man finished, "After that, Sydell took me to meet Hobbs and the others, and ever since then, I've been helping them with all the quests they go on."

"And what kind of quests do the six of you go on?"

"Well, Hobbs never goes anywhere. He feels he's getting a little too old to travel. The rest of us, though...well, I guess we do what we know is necessary."

"What is this quest you are on now?" The young woman pressed, and glanced in Zofiel's direction. "Earlier, you made it sound like you and Sydell had some kind of goal to reach, and you sounded disappointed that he was not coming with us to this Aisha Temple."

"Yeah," the cloaked man muttered. "As good of a friend as that guy is, I think he's a little misguided sometimes. For example, what you saw back in Norburgh is something he does too much of. I'd explain more, but you're a lady, and..."

"Yes, I may appear inexperienced to you," Tempest told her new friend, "But I am not naïve. I know what goes on in places such as those, Zofiel. I may never have actually seen a brothel until this very day, but I knew those places existed, and while I do not personally agree with what goes on behind those closed doors, I know it is a fact of life."