By the Will of the Gods Pt. 01

For several seconds, the small company waited at the doorway. It seemed as if the unknown village was devoid of life.

"Maybe no one is in there?" Tempest stated and questioned at the same time.

Disagreeing, Zofiel pounded a couple more times while saying, "There are people in there. If you look close enough, you can see the outline of smoke rising into the sky. That means there's torches, campfires, or chimneys." Directing his word toward the inhabitants of the tiny village, the determined man shouted, "Hello?"

A few seconds later, the huge doors began to move back. The travelers watched as the gateway to the walled-in village opened to the sound of grinding gears. Once the doors were finally opened all the way, a man with a dark beard and ratty clothes appeared.

"Hello," Zofiel greeted the gatekeeper as the spokesman for his group. "My friends and I were looking for a place to stay, and we..."

"What are you doing out in this part of the woods at this time of night?" The man suspiciously asked while keeping his hands wrapped around the edge of one of the doors.

Telling the truth, Zofiel explained, "We were staying in Norburgh when it was suddenly attacked and demolished by a group of goblins from the mountains. We fled into the forest, and we..."

"Were you followed?" The bearded man anxiously asked.

Gazing past the man in front of him, Zofiel noticed one or two other villagers scampering across the road that ran down the middle of the small settlement. When the blond man finally refocused, he told the gatekeeper, "No. We think all the people were murdered in the massacre, and none of the goblins pursued us."

Still looking a little unsure, the bearded man finally stepped aside and invited the adventurers in. "Sorry. We don't get many travelers in these parts."

"I bet," Zofiel bluntly said while eyeing the shacks off to his sides. "I didn't even know this village existed. What's it called?"

"Lugh," the gatekeeper quickly answered, and began working the device to shut the doors.

Tempest and Sydell exchanged glances. Something about the man seemed a little off, but Zofiel seemed to trust him. That was good enough for them.

Once the doors were tightly shut and secured, the bearded man introduced himself. "I'm Decora. Sorry I didn't say much earlier, but we don't like to keep the doors open."

"So I noticed," Zofiel slyly said, and crossed his arms. "Why is that?"

"Safety precautions," Decora quickly answered, and hobbled forward as if he had a bum leg. "We just like to be careful around here."

Zofiel answered by nodding. He then looked around a bit more and realized just how rundown the village was. Everything looked to be in pretty rough shape, but the weary traveler wasn't about to insult the living situation of the people of Lugh.

"So, how long were you folks looking to stay?" Decora asked.

"Just a few hours," Zofiel answered without even looking at the bearded man. "We can leave by dawn if you need us to."

Decora shook his head and kindly said, "Stay as long as you need to! We may not have much, but we'll make sure you're comfortable!"

Looking down the dirt road, Zofiel tried to spot an inn. When he realized most of the ramshackle buildings were just one-story hovels, he decided to ask, "Where should we stay?"

"You can come to my place!" Decora offered. "It's not much, but we'll make room! It's right this way!" The bearded man had seemingly become excited at the thought of guests.

"Thank you," Tempest kindly said as she walked closer to Zofiel.

While following behind the others, Sydell couldn't help but look around a little more since he thought the place was alarming. He noticed a couple shattered windows, a few busted barrels, and even a dead raccoon lying near the dirt road that had flies buzzing all around it. There weren't a lot of things that made the dark-haired man feel uneasy, but Lugh was quickly becoming one of them. He decided he didn't want to stay in such a strange place, so he picked up the pace in order to tap Zofiel on the shoulder. However, his opinion of the village quickly changed when he looked to his left...and noticed something in one of the windows.

There, standing in one of the rundown houses, was a woman with vibrant, red lips. She stood behind the window with a joyous smile plastered across her face. With her hands on her head, the woman with long, blonde hair pushed her chest forward...a chest that happened to be bare.

Stopping in his tracks, Sydell hungrily gazed at the woman taunting him. Something as exotic as she was seemed quite out of place in such a hovel, but the horny adventurer wasn't about to question it. He noticed that her hair covered one of her eyes, but the other was a green color that rivaled the leaves of a tree in springtime. Even in the semidarkness, the color was visible. Unlike the rest of Lugh, she seemed so...clean.

Pressing her tits up against the glass, the woman continued to smile as she finally placed her gloved hands against the window. She then began pirouetting about while the dark-haired man moved closer to her home. Her warm breath fogged up the glass.

"Sydell?" Zofiel suddenly shouted without glancing back. "Are you coming?"

"In a few minutes," the man starved for sex muttered under his breath. He then gave his friend a real answer by saying, "I'll catch up." Turning his full attention back to the blonde, he realized she was wearing black stockings that came up to her upper thighs...but no panties whatsoever. Between the gloves and thigh-highs, he knew she should've had a pole to gyrate on...and he knew he could provide her with one.

The vagina was marvelous and Sydell couldn't believe that he hadn't noticed it first. As the dark-haired man examined it closer, he saw that the lips weren't torn open like most others he had recently seen, and instead of a patch of fur, the woman had a simple, trimmed line of brown pubes. To Sydell, it looked like the perfect pussy to rip into on a warm, summer night. Even though Lugh wasn't the kind of place he expected to see a lady of her caliber, he wasn't about to question fate.

The blonde placed her hands on her head one last time and arched her back in order to show off her abs. While doing so, her gigantic breasts bounced a bit, and finally, the woman beckoned for Sydell to enter her home instead of standing just outside her window. The smile never left her face as she watched him walk up to the rickety door.

Further down the road, Decora held the front door for his guests as the dark elf entered his home first. He smiled at the young woman as she did so, and she returned the gesture with a smile of her own.

As Zofiel walked into the house, he glanced back to see if Sydell was coming. The dark-haired man was nowhere in sight, though. Sighing, the mysterious man knew that his friend could take care of himself, so he walked into the living quarters of Decora and set down the bag he was carrying.

"Sorry about the place being such a mess," the hospitable man apologized, "But I wasn't expecting guests!"

"No problem," Zofiel told the man. "We're just thankful for you letting us stay. We promise to be out of your hair in a few hours." The blond man could see that Decora wasn't lying: His house truly was a mess. It looked like a tornado had gone through it.

"Don't worry about it!" Decora replied while picking up clothes and tools off the floor. "Like I said: Stay as long as you need to!"

Zofiel and Tempest exchanged glances while the bearded man cleaned up. It was Zofiel who then spoke up and asked, "Where would you like us to stay?"

"I'll sleep out here for the remainder of the night," Decora informed his guests. "My house is rather small, so the room right over there is the only other option. That's my bedroom, but the two of you can use it!"

"Are you sure?" Zofiel asked. "We don't want to intrude..."

"No! Go right ahead! I'll be fine!"

Catching on to how kind the bearded man had become, Tempest suddenly turned her attention to the door they had entered the house through. Since the wooden portal had a small window, the dark elf was able to look outside...and she noticed a few people on the road staring in at her and Zofiel. When she noticed the villagers, they took off running, but she still nudged her traveling companion and pointed with her head.

Glancing back, Zofiel was only able to catch one of the people darting off, but he knew that something was still amiss. Placing an arm protectively around the young woman's shoulders, he pulled her close while turning his attention back to the man cleaning. "Not to sound rude, but aren't you supposed to be back guarding the gate?"

Changing the subject, the bearded man shoved a pile of wood into a corner while asking, "Will the two of you need extra sheets? I have a blanket or two under that wicker basket over there."

Tempest hugged her arms around her guardian and asked their host, "By any chance, do you have any food?"

"Unfortunately, I have nothing right now," Decora answered the dark elf. "In the morning, though, I'll find something."

Tempest nodded her thanks. Her tummy growled a bit as she did so, but she could ignore the hunger for a few more hours.

"Well," Zofiel exhaled while bending down to pick up the bag he had been carrying, "I guess we should get some rest. Thanks again for your generosity."

"You are quite welcome," Decora told his guests, and as the dark elf and blond-haired man slipped through the maroon curtain that acted as a partition, the bearded man watched them while picking at his dry lips.

* * *

In the dim candlelight, the blonde woman walked up to Sydell and grabbed the bottom of his shirt with both hands. She began lifting it as her lips inched ever closer to the horny man's mouth.

Gazing at the woman and lifting his arms to make her job easier, the dark-haired adventurer spoke up, "I don't normally ask this since I pay a lot of my women, but what's your name?"

"Marketa," the blonde answered in a hungry voice as she successfully pulled the shirt off the man.

"Marketa, huh?" Sydell repeated the name, and smiled while watching the woman go down on him. "Well, Marketa, I'm Sy..."

"Hush!" The blonde ordered in a sassy tone of voice. She then began pulling her tattooed guest's pants down. With extra force, she tore them down to his ankles as his manhood flopped about.

Sydell brushed the woman's hair off to the side while smiling a bit. He liked a whore who got right to the point. He couldn't help but groan as she started to nibble on his hardening cock.

"Mmm," Marketa moaned as she slobbered on the thick piece of meat. Without any more words, she began deep-throating the massive wiener with ease.

"You know," Sydell spoke up, "With the way you're dressed, you look prepared for a little more than oral pleasure. How about you lay down and I'll start plowing that..."

"Silence!" The blonde snapped, and glanced up at the face of the dark-haired man. Holding the thick hunk of sausage in her left hand, she informed the adventurer, "Just stand there!"

Since the head was good, Sydell finally said, "Okay. We'll do things your way. We'll stick with the oral sex...for now."

Marketa said nothing while munching the manly bologna. Her busty tits jiggled while she downed the beefy nourishment. She wanted to feel the tip touch the back of her gullet.

Sydell watched as the woman placed her hands on her thighs and let her head move forward. He knew that she was choking the meat down without using a hand because his girth was so great. There was no way she could get her fingers around the...

"Ow!" The tattooed man suddenly called out, and pulled his sopping wet dick out of the blonde's mouth while jumping back. "That hurt! Why'd you bite down so hard?"

With a smile on her face, the woman wiped away some fluid from the left corner of her mouth while looking up at the man's face. Some of her hair fell over her right eye as she seductively apologized, "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."

Placing his right thumb on the base of his penis, Sydell guided his prick back toward the open, salivating mouth of the woman while saying, "I like things kinky, but gods! Be a little careful! I only have one cock, you know!" And as the blonde locked her lips around the colossal dick, Sydell decided to thrust his pelvis forward a couple times in order to stuff Marketa's mouth full.

The woman moaned while cradling her boobs in her gloved hands. She used everything available in her mouth to pleasure the juicy cob of cock: Tongue, teeth, saliva...the whole works.

While the woman leaned forward and continued to devour the beefy bulk, Sydell moved the blonde's hair out of the way and leaned forward a bit. His eyes followed the curve of her smooth back all the way down to the flawless crack of her ass. Her cheeks were pleasantly plump, and he wouldn't have minded unloading a shower of spunk onto those buns. Instead, he tried something else as he let a wad of spit fall from his mouth and onto her left shoulder blade. The dark-haired man then watched the fluid slide down the woman's body. He enjoyed viewing the saliva until...

"Ow!" Sydell called out again, and pulled back from the woman yet again. "What are you doing? I want my cock gushing semen...not blood!"

Eyeing the delectable nuts in front of her, Marketa gritted her teeth while rubbing her hands down her neck and chest. When her hands were down by her crotch, she ran them over her somewhat damp vagina. "What's the matter?" The woman asked while licking her lips.

Looking down to make sure he still had a shaft above his balls, Sydell shouted, "The fact that you almost bit my dick off is what's the matter! I come into this house out of the goodness in my heart with intentions of making you feel like a woman...and you try to make a meal out of my penis!"

Wiping her lips once more, the blonde remained on her knees while saying, "I'm just a little hungry." Her face suddenly grew innocent as she looked up at the man with sorrow in her eyes. "Don't you want to make sure that I get plenty to eat?"

With his cock pointing right at the woman's forehead, Sydell found that he couldn't make up his mind. He was still aroused and wanted the satisfaction of cumming, but the blonde on her knees before him was freaky...even by his standards. However, when he stared down at her eyes and saw that the two, gleaming orbs were filled with an unsatisfied lust, he felt an obligation to finish what he had started. He could be kinky too.

"I'm hungry," the woman playfully moaned, and lifted her right breast closer to her mouth. Running her wet tongue over the nipple, she went on, "I'm starving!"

Something in Marketa's voice seemed to warn Sydell that if he stood in front of the whore with his pants down much longer, he might lose a piece of himself he had grown quite fond of. Without a second thought, he leaned down and pulled his pants up. "I'm sorry," he grunted as he wrestled his colossal cock into his trousers. "I have to go!"

"Wait!" The blonde called out in desperation, and reached forward. "You can't leave!"

"Oh yeah?" Sydell muttered while picking up his shirt. "Just watch me!" Not even bothering to put the piece of clothing back on, the dark-haired man swung it over his right shoulder and began making his way toward the door. Much to his surprise, he was stopped halfway there.

"Don't even try it!" Marketa snapped, and suddenly drew a knife out from seemingly nowhere. The woman's tits bounced as she stood up and held the dirk out. Slowly, she walked toward the man she had been pleasuring. "You're not going anywhere!"

Not moving an inch from his spot, Sydell stared directly at the knife and asked, "What is this all about? What's going on in this village?"

"We are hungry!" Marketa hissed while holding the dagger up to the tattooed man's chest. "We must eat! We must feed! We don't want to starve!"

Remaining still, Sydell held his hands out to show that he was unarmed. "So what? You plan on stabbing me...and then eating me?"

A vicious smile spread across the woman's face. "Actually, I prefer my meat warm, but since you obviously didn't want to do things my way..."

Before Marketa could finish, Sydell did something he never thought he'd do: Sending his head forward, the dark-haired man struck the blonde with a devastating head-butt. Smashing her nose, Sydell was able to disarm the ravenous female with ease and sent her to the ground at the same time.

The unconscious whore hit the wooden floor with a wet thud and lied motionless while the tattooed man retrieved the dagger. Standing over the blonde, Sydell watched her stacked chest heave up and down.

Using what little light filtered in through the window from the moon and stars, the tattooed man finally took a good look around the small dwelling he had entered. While the living quarters looked normal for the most part, he noticed a few things that looked out of place...such as bone that had been partially tucked under a couch on the far wall. It was definitely large enough to have belonged to a human at one time...

"I can't believe I'm about to do this," the reluctant man mumbled while leaning down, "But I think it's for the best, Marketa." Without a second thought, Sydell grabbed the woman by the hair and lifted her head slightly. Beholding her astonishing features one last time, the dark-haired man closed his eyes as he let the knife do the work. Within seconds, the throat of the bloodthirsty woman had been slit.

Rising to his feet, Sydell felt his penis soften as he watched a puddle of blood form under the blonde's head and neck area. He hated to do it, but his life had been endangered. The woman had obviously been a cannibal, and she had made it sound like she wasn't the only one.

Sydell's head jerked upward at his sudden thought. He realized that both Zofiel and Tempest were out in the village without the same knowledge he had, and they needed his help. He had to hurry before it was too late.

END OF PART ONE

INDEX

Months of the year in this world

Blizzardtree

Snowtree

Thawtree

Raintree

Blossomtree

Greentree

Brightree

Drytree

Falltree

Harvestree

Baretree

Frostree

Days of the week in this world

Peasantsday

Knightsday

Dukesday

Queensday

Kingsday

Emperorsday

Godsday

The main forms of currency used in this world are gold, silver, and copper. Many kingdoms and countries use pieces of these precious minerals, but others are trying to mint coins out of them.

Only those of royal blood have last names, and the name follows kingdom and lineage.

Magic is possible and its duration and continued use varies based on the mind of the caster.

Forbidden magic does not come from the mind, but sprouts from the soul.

Casting magic

First method and lowest form: Incantations with gestures, sometimes accompanied by a staff or rod

Second method: Gestures only

Third method: Incantations only

Fourth and most powerful method: Pure thought