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The door to the tavern swung open and a youthful voice full of confidence and energy rang out. "Who's ready for adventure?!" And in stepped probably the smallest Paladin the room had ever seen.
He was short, but not stocky enough to be a dwarf or a halfling. Not green enough to be a goblin, no he looked human. And a very young one.
The boy wore a silver tabard over a blue tunic and pants, and a quite extravagant purple cape. The cloth seemed to wave dramatically in the open door. A shield that seemed too large for his small frame was attached to one arm, emblazoned with a gold and blue crest of a winged beast. Though his weapon seemed to be a somewhat plain but obviously well used hammer that hung from his hip on a leather thong. Heavy blonde bangs were held back by a winged silver circlet and deep blue eyes seemed to pierce the gloom.
He stood there with a hand on one hip and a wide and encouraging smile on his face. A random bottle flew by his head, only a quick movement on the boy's part having saved him. "Agh!" He looked around the room for his assailant, now a bit more wary. Mocking laughter came from multiple directions and the boy frowned.
His nostrils flared and undaunted, he stepped into the dark tavern. "I'm looking for a party for dungeon raiding! I need brave and strong adventurers to aid me in a noble mission!" He tried to put his strong face back on, but other than a few laughs he was mostly ignored. The boy’s brave smile faltered and finally broke.
He sighed and slumped where he stood. "I didn't think this would be that hard..." he walked in a bit farther, the room was filled with tables and at the end was a large bar. But his eye was drawn past it, to the far side of the room where a large board with slips of parchment posted on it. His deep blue eyes lit up and he rushed over. A notice board like this could be just what he needed to find fellow adventurers looking for work!.
Reaching the board one hand rubbed at his smooth chin as he contemplated what would be best when a feminine voice gave a simpering laugh. "You really think you can handle a dungeon, kid?" The puny paladin’s purple cape swooshed as he whirled on the speaker.
Blue eyes became very large and he swallowed hard as he beheld her. The ‘woman’ had blood red skin... Not to mention yellow cat slit eyes, long pointed ears, and, possibly most disturbing- A pair of large light purple colored horns that curled up from her brow! They even had gold rings around them as a decor to show off the demonic looking things! She was a tiefling!
She smirked at him with very thick, purple lips. It was obvious the boy had never seen a tiefling before, and she leaned forward expectantly as he took her in. This put her large red breast in very clear view, but she raised an eyebrow when the boy couldn’t seem to look at anything but her horns, eyes, and lips for a moment. He wasn’t sure if the color of those lips were natural, as they seemed to shine in the low light as she puckered them in an amused moue…
But they did match her purple hair. Her locks were quite lovely, and obviously very long. With a large portion of it wound up into a tall beehive that sat between her horns. The pointy protrusions still captivated most of his attention. But he did notice that even with the beehive, she still had enough hair to form a set of lovely bangs that framed her leering face, while still giving plenty more that poured down her back in waves.
He blinked several times as he tried to get a hold of himself. It seemed his bewildered expression really amused her. The tiefling was smirking now, with a raised brow. She gave up trying to taunt him with her bust and leaned back. And that was when a quick motion caught his eye. Something whipping through the air near the woman… It was a spade tipped tail.
"I… I-I’m not a kid!" Said the boy, and even stamped his foot once. It just made him seem even more childish and the tiefling lost herself in giggles. The gold hoops around her horns jingled, and her bosom shook in her loose top. She was wearing what seemed to be an open necked evening gown of sorts… It seemed incredibly impractical, not to mention there was no way it’s wide open front should have been able to hide her massive mounds, but somehow they stayed in place where she needed them.
The would-be dungeon delver was put out and looked at the other person at the table. It was a much more diminutive woman. This one had green skin and messy pink hair. Pointed green ears stuck out through the pink strands and a set of surprisingly clear blue eyes looked at him sideways from under purple shaded eyelids. She was a goblin, and despite being at least a head shorter than himself, she seemed to carry herself with easy experience. Even if she had to use a stuffed bag like a booster seat.
She had a dagger stabbed into a piece of meat, and waved it around as she looked him over. The pink haired goblin didn’t seem like ones he’d heard of, she wasn’t skinny and malnourished in the least, if anything she seemed a bit on the… thicker side. She wore a dark colored top that just barely covered her chest, in fact it seemed to have been slit up the middle, and the large green globes that hung under it were bewitching for their size. If they weren’t so perky, it would have been more than just underboob on display.
“Eh, I wouldn’t mind taking him into a dungeon.” She said in a scratchy, high-pitched voice. And while her tone was a bit off, the blonde lad felt his hopes start to rise. Till she completed her thought. “He’d make a great mid-raid snack!” She grinned inhumanly wide, before she chomped at the air with a hard CLACK of her wickedly sharp teeth.
As the boy jumped in place despite himself, both women burst into peels of laughter.
He sunk back into himself. It wasn't fair! He needed this! To seek adventure, to gain XP, and to finally become a MAN!
He was on the verge of snapping at the two women, to tell them that he was an adventurer, that he'd raid any dungeon, fight any monster! When a towering form made itself known behind him.
He felt the intimidating presence a moment before she cleared her throat. The compact adventurer swallowed hard, and steeled himself before turning rapidly. One hand going to his hammer, ready to defend himself!
"Uh... s'cuse me lil’un. Don't wanna step on ya or nuffin." The voice was surprisingly lilting, but it came from far overhead! It was a massive woman! She had to be nearly twice his size! She had a muscular form, with more of her skin on display that covered, and quite a bit of that covered in a patchwork of scars. And yes, it was undeniably a woman…
He wasn’t sure if she wanted to dress in the most scandalous way possible, or perhaps just had a difficult time finding clothing and armor that fit. But to his shame the boy found himself staring at her chest, his jaw falling hard. The woman blushed, looking away from the boy’s stare. Her expression had the other two women laughing yet again.
The woman wore an outfit of steel and leather that barely covered her body. Dressed like that you’d think she’d be used to being stared at, but something about the boy’s innocent gaze got to her. She brushed past him, her mammoth mounds jiggling. They were barely covered, her top made from a pair of sturdy plates that only barely covered her mammaries with multiple strips of leather holding the woman’s bust in place, and not very well at that.
He moved to get out of her way, finally looking at her face in profile. It was a cute face, with round, freckle covered cheeks, and big green eyes… A large fuzzy ears coming out through her lustrous red hair, and a pair of white horns sticking up through the top of it! She was a beast kin, and the boy blinked rapidly as he took it all in. Her large form, the horns, and there, a cord like tail that whipped back and forth with a tuft of hair on it!
The boy stepped back a bit, marveling at the sights. He thought this town would be mostly humans, but here were three very interesting non-human women. Ones that in some parts of the world would be seen as monsters… but were all clearly experienced adventurers! And lovely ones at that… The minotaur lady approached the table the other two sat at, and the boy noticed that below her tail, was a very round, and ill covered posterior. He gathered himself at last and spoke to the woman. “A-Apologies Madam… uh… Minotaur?”
The woman stopped, her tail going stiff, and her ears perking in his direction. She turned her head slightly, her jaw jutting out with an unpainted thick lower lip, looking thoughtful. “Half-Mino… But tha's fine.” And she placed down her burden.
In one hand she held three tankards of ale, the house special. In the other, a plate loaded down with meat, cheese, and bread!
Bending over made the big woman’s bottom stick out even more, and the boy gave out a small whimper despite himself. The half-breed’s ears twitched, but she didn’t react otherwise as she moved to take a seat on the far side of the table.
The goblin didn’t hesitate. Now she had something more than left over rations! A small dagger had appeared in her hand, though he had no conceivable idea where she’d kept the thing. Other than her barely there top, she wore only a set of skin tight cut off shorts, long black arm coverings that matched her dark top, and a pair of soft soled boots. She stabbed the implement into a chunk of meat and took a bite.
The tiefling though, reached out for a smaller piece of what seemed like almost raw meat. Her tongue lolled out, overly long and red with an oddly narrowed end… and she dropped the morsel into her mouth. He swallowed hard, mentally berating himself. She was just eating… But her eyes were closed as she enjoyed her meal. Till one golden iris shown as she popped one open and stared directly at him!
His gear clanked a bit as he jumped slightly, and the she-devil grinned again, sharp canines on display.
The goblin, after putting down most of her share of the meal, pulled over a tankard nearly as large as her head, and carefully but eagerly tilted it back for a long pull of the stuff. “Aaah… That's good!” She wiped the back of her mouth with one wrist and the mino woman smiled at her indulgently as she chewed on a bit of cheese stuffed between some bread.
But that was when the large woman realized the boy was still staring at the three of them. “Are you lost, lil' boy?” Her voice was surprisingly small for such a big woman, and the boy’s cheeks burned. He wanted to be angry about what she said, but couldn't find it in him to rage at the bovine beauty.
Instead he sucked in a breath of air, licked his lips, and tried to speak. "I... I am Emory! I'm an adventurer!" He stared at them for a moment, hoping this would already be obvious.
The goblin rolled her eyes and started to rock her tankard back again. The Tiefling looked at him like she was giving the 'snack' option some honest consideration, and the minotaur woman had a small smile on her face. She thought he was adorable. ‘Look at his lil' hammer…!’
“And…” Emory screwed up his courage, something about the three inspired him. He knew that they would be perfect to party up with! They were just what he was looking for! Even if he wasn’t entirely sure what that was. And they hadn't thrown anything at him anyway.
“And I’m on a quest!” He spread his stance a bit, and raised his chin. “I’m an adventurer and hero, like my father before me!” He patted at the worn hammer left by the man. “I shall journey into darkness, and bring the light. I will clash with evil, and deliver a godly smite! Nothing will stand in my way, but I would like you-!” He gestured with an open hand that seemed to capture all three women’s attention. “To stand with me!”
He was breathing a little hard after his speech. He’d practiced it for a while now and had been very eager to deliver it properly! His eye’s whipped between the three, to see what their reactions were.
Emory supposed he could have chosen better, but he tried not to judge anyone for their race. It wasn’t their fault he was a bit… sheltered. And while it was strange to see a party of women he'd actually grown up in a heavily female population and didn't think it odd in the least. A bit comforting in fact.
The minotaur woman actually got just a bit red faced and took a bite of bread to avoid answering. She knew her two compatriots were much more vocal anyway. The goblin's eyes went wide and she snorted out a splash of ale, then rocked her head back in laughter. "That's rich! Oh yeah, we'll be the dungeon babysitters! Bwahahaha!" Emory flinched badly at that, tried to open his mouth, and shut it with a clack as her laughter increased.
The tiefling, though, had surprised herself. Because as cheesy as the speech was, the boy’s pure honest naivety shown through like a beacon. He really meant it, and was honestly looking to party up with them? And while it was clear their feminine wile’s had some kind of effect on him, the boy looked them all in the eye’s and was painfully earnest as he’d spoken. Despite herself, her back had straightened up just the smallest amount at the boy’s ‘Call to action’ as it were. She even felt her cheeks heat up a bit with the teensiest blush, as her jaded heart sped up… Not that anyone there could see such a thing through her natural crimson hue.
So, intrigued despite herself, the demon-kin policed her expression, and met the boy’s hopeful gaze. "Alright, what could you bring to the group?" The goblin cut off at that and gave her a narrow eyed glance that said 'Are you serious right now?'
Emory took his chance though! "I'm a Paladin!" He raised up his shield, the winged beast on it shining with a golden glint that spoke of deep enchantment. More than a kid like this should be able to get his hands on. "I hit harder than you'd think, especially when I put on my Divine buffs! And I can tank some too!"
The demon breed shrugged, her tail swaying lazily. "We already have a tank that can hit hard." She cocked her head to her large friend who blushed a bit more, gave the boy a slightly apologetic look, then worked hard to look at anything but him. The tiefling pursed her lips. “What about healing? Can you do that… ‘Laying on of hands’ thing?”
The goblin got a look in her eye’s and opened her mouth to make a dirty joke when Emory shook his head. “Uh, no. I mean… I’m not very gifted at… Healing.” The tiefling raised a brow, surprised to hear that. The goblin snorted, the kid really was useless! But the big lady at the far end of the table pouted, her heart going out to the forlorn lad.
Golden rings jingled as the tieflings shook her head slightly. “Then sorry cutie, I just don’t think you can bring much to our party.” And to her own surprise, she had to stifle feelings of regret over it. Part of her wanted to bring the boy along, but there was just no real reason to… Other than her own odd attraction to the pretty little paladin.
Emory sputtered, thrown by the denial, and possibly even some from being called cute. But at least he had an answer to the first problem. Sure, he was quite poor at healing, but he knew someone that wasn’t!
The goblin though, had to get her opinion about the boy out, and she wasn’t nearly as polite about it. "That's an understatement! Look at him! Probably hasn't sprouted hair ONE on his balls! No way he can keep up with us. Hahahaha!" Her laughter was raucous and kicked into even higher gear when she took a look at the boy's red face that just confirmed it.
But it was the quiet voice of the mino gal that broke through it. "You just want a party member who'll spend more time using you like a bed warmer, than will actually be useful..." She couldn’t help herself, some strange instinct had burst up out of her and spurred her to say something. A strange urge to protect the boy.
The goblin gave her ‘friend’ a narrowed eye’d look, her nose wrinkling. "Yeah!” She admitted, not shy in the least about her habit of hooking up with any cute adventurer they met. “And I think this munchkin would wet himself instead of even trying!" Cue more laughter from a goblin that wasn't even a little bit shamed by her words. Let alone talking casually about bringing the obviously young boy to bed.
The tiefling looked between the two. The merciless goblin and the usually quiet minotaur who'd spoken up for the boy. She saw the red on the large woman's face and a corner of her purple lips quirked. If she wasn’t the only one interested in the boy... “I suppose-” The goblin and beastkin’s heads both whipped around at that. “you could be handy to have around and... watch our backs." She spoke to the boy as if the rest of the conversation hadn’t happened. But her tail swiped by a bit faster, as she bit her lip and thought about this innocent young boy watching her backside…
"Oh! Yes, yes I could do that!" He said, taking the life line and completely missing the double entendre.
But the goblin knew how the tiefling thought and sniggered. "Watch out Thalia! He looks at backsides like ours and he won't be able to watch much else!" The goblin teased, and unable to resist she hopped up to stand on her seat, aimed her bottom at the boy and gave it a smack. She was wearing only a set of tight cut off shorts that squeezed her thick green thighs, and all of it jiggled quite in the most lewd way at the loud clap of impact.
The goblins backside was well cushioned by plentiful feasting, and it bounced, jiggled, and demanded his attention. The other ladies could practically see the boy’s pupil’s bouncing in time to her jiggle. And sure enough, he couldn’t quite make himself look away.
She cackled and someone at another table jeered. "Hey gobbo, why don't you come give me a show too!" She laughed and raised her middle finger to the voice before plopping back down on her curvy backside and snagging a bit of meat with one of her daggers. He realized that he hadn't even seen her draw the blade... let alone from where!
The other two women had both been entertained by the display, fairly used to the goblin’s antics. The minotaur shook her head, but the leader of the group had to tease the boy. "Huh, she might have a point. You do seem to have a problem focusing..."
Emory felt a jolt run through him, his chance was slipping away! "No! I'll protect you all! It's my code... To protect my allies and smite the deserving! If you all were in my party I could also give you joint buffs, and I have a bodyguard skill so that no one would be able to even if I was..." He struggled for a moment.
The tiefling was without mercy here, and gave a toothy smile. "Distracted...?" He blushed again, but nodded even as she chuckled lightly to herself.
The Minotaur pulled in a deep breath and straightened up. "We should bring him along." The other two looked at her in some surprise. “There’s that weird job with those caverns being infested with undead. He could be handy against them.
Emory opened his eyes wide and took a step forward. "Yes! I mean I would! I can!" His head bobbed madly for a moment, blonde hair flailing. The minotaur gave him a gentle smile that seemed only a tiny bit patronizing. But her red skinned friend passed a glance between the two, looked at the goblin who shrugged in a non-committal way, and then nodded herself.
"Alright. Then I supposed we could party up with you. Just remember we're in charge, got it?" He nodded quickly, a determined look on his young face. "I won't let you down I vow... and when a paladin makes a vow, he stays true-"
Suddenly a loud, feminine, and slightly panicked voice was heard. "Oh! Lord Elwind there you are!" And a very tall woman seemed to almost materialize behind Emory. Long blonde hair spilled out from her hood, and a truly indecent amount of bosom spilled from her top... She had a staff strapped to her back and before the boy could turn she nearly engulfed him into a hug from behind. There was very nearly an audible GLOMP! At the embrace.
All three women exchanged glances. Lord... Elwind? That was an oddname and if the boy was highborn... "Agh! Erona! No, I told you not to... aggh!" The boy gave a very exaggerated growl of annoyance, and the woman pulled her hands away and stood up quickly. She was beautiful. Blonde hair like spun gold fell around a pale face with pink tinged cheeks. Her skin seemed to almost glow in the darker interior of the tavern. No really... there was a glow to her. Perhaps some holy buff she'd self applied? Her eyes were bright blue, and even in the dark space her pupils were small and focused on the boy as she gave him a patient smile. "Oh, I do apologize, er, Emory." The name obviously took her a moment to say, not her usual way of referring to him.
As she stepped back, all three women could see her outfit. It was clear she was a cleric, but not a normal one. The all female team of adventurers had had many problems in the past finding a decent support for their team. For a number of reasons, usually involving a carnal attraction to the three. They tried to find a decent female cleric, but the pure and devout didn’t quite get along with the more wild nature of the women. But this cleric, she might not be of the same attitude. Not dressed like that...
The cleric wore a long white robe… that was cut open in every way possible to display a feminine curvature that had every man in the room staring. If it had ever had a proper skirt, she’d cast it off long ago, and the sight of a camel toed pair of black lace panties was in clear view. With a matching brassier fully displayed between the open robe. One might think she’d just left the robe open, but no. It was joined together at the collar, with a piece of cloth marked by several woven symbols and fell right between her breasts. Either she worshipped the sluttiest holy goddess imaginable, or she’d personally cut off every bit of cloth she could while still being in uniform.
The three women all had their own thoughts... but the boy blinked and had an idea. "Oh! Wait... I'm glad you're here Erona!" she blinked, then her face broke into a dazzling smile. He did appreciate her! He wasn't even looking at her though... "Everyone! This is Erona my... er... assistant!" She blinked at that, but mentally shrugged and just nodded along easily. "And she's a high class cleric with healing, holy shielding, and other spells!" Erona quirked her head to the side, all of these things were true, but she was surprised he was telling these strange random women.
She took a good look at him, and her face became more and more concerned as she did. She wasn't sure which was worse for her Lord to be involving himself with! The minotaur was the least immediately offensive... but she was a beastly woman! Massive, bulky, and... and so much skin on display! Though it had to be expensive to properly cover a woman like that. But the other two had no excuse, the goblin was dressed like a prostitute turned assassin! And it was a GOBLIN! Little better than dungeon fodder in some parts of the world, let alone deserving to sit and dine with actual sentients. Of which the last should NOT count... A tiefling. A being with demonic blood that could be traced back to a Lord of the Pit... True a tiefling couldn't choose their bloodline... but it was still a demon! More or less…
The tiefling looked quite interested now and had a contemplative, even slightly respectful look on her face. "Oh? And you two are a packaged deal?” She asked, looking between the two. Emory nodded quickly, a bright smile on his face. Erona's though, was becoming pale, her expression more strained. “Then we could definitely work together..." She gave a cocky smirk as she stood up and her full form was revealed. She was dressed in something more like an evening gown than combat gear. Black and tight, with slits on the sides up to her hips, and a neckline that plunged towards her red belly button. It was undoubtedly a caster's outfit. Flexible, comfortable, nothing to impede her focus and most likely built to enhance her casting. Erona knew it was probably the darkest of magic!
"I... I don't think I will... I think any blessing I made might BURN a fiend like you!" Said Erona with sudden venom in her voice. All three women scowled. The tiefling actually flinched, then glared. The goblin was standing with knives in either hands, and the Minotaur crossed both her massive arms over her chest and gave the cleric a steady look.
"Erona! Stop that nonsense now! These ladies agreed to let me join their party! You know I need this! And... and she's a tiefling, not a devil! You just sound ignorant!" The boy glared at her, and she wilted. Her face went red, and glancing around at all three she found not a shred of compassion. Erona’s mouth shook and actual tears started to well up. "I... I..." She swallowed hard, and Emory sighed before turning back to the group.
"I apologize. We come from a... insular community. And an old fashioned one... in some ways more than others." He said with a bit of chagrin and a look away. "Erona means well she's just not well traveled. I mean... neither am I. But I have an open mind! So please, give us a chance! She'll apologize!" And Erona, credit to her, nodded quickly. Anything to get back in her lord's good graces!
The goblin still snarled, but the minotaur loosened her posture and just looked at the tiefling. The red skin demon kin looked at them, the earnest boy, and the idiot cleric. Then rolled her eyes. "Yeah fine. But I want that apology." She pointed one finger, long pointed black nail straight at Erona who flinched in turn.
"I..." She sucked in a breath. "I apologize... miss... de-er, tiefling. I spoke out of turn." She gave a quick, but deep bow. One tavern goer who happened to be looking in that direction collapsed to the ground at the sight of such large heavenly masses hanging from her chest. Erona stood and gave the red woman a hopeful look. She still felt uneasy but she knew it really did all mean so very much to Emory. And she would do anything for him!
The tiefling... smirked, and held out a hand. "Alright, you bit the bullet. Not so hard right?" And she took a step forward and extended her full hand, not just the accusatory digit. "No hard feelings then?"
The tall blonde looked from her hand to her face in honest surprise and the smile that blossomed on her pink cheeks was relieved. She held up her own hand and the two women shook. Emory smiled, his head at eye level with their hands. The goblin rolled her eyes and plopped back down. The minotaur took a sip of her tankard. And as their hands pulled back the tieflings pinky hooked in a bit. "Agh! You scratched me!"
The offended cleric pulled her hand back and clutched it as if it had been hacked off by the wrist rather than a small scratch on the bottom of her palm. "Yes... and if you're rude to me again, I'll give you a blood curse that'll teach you a real lesson!"
Erona went pale as a ghost and looked from the monstrous tiefling to her charge. Emory was nearly as shocked, and at a loss looked to the other two women. The goblin was hunched over with a hand on her face, snickering and refusing to meet his gaze. And now the minotaur was rolling her eyes and heaving a sigh.
The boy narrowed his eyes, then groaned. "Calm down Erona, she's messing with you... And besides, you're a High Cleric, you eat blood curses for first and second breakfast."
The panicked woman blinked and took it all in... especially the suddenly very wide, shit eating grin of the red skinned devil woman and she shook with rage. "You... you..." She was like a pot on the fire about to burst, when Emory reached up and took her hand.
"Its ok, let me look at this..." And her anger deflated instantly, and a more than healthy pink came back to her cheeks. He pulled out a small bandage and put it on her, and recited a small cantrip of battlefield healing. The bandage glowed a bit then dissolved and the tiny scratch went with it.
She was truly red faced now. Her lord's healing skills were... lacking. He had a shockingly low talent with them, but he'd done it anyway... for her. "Yes..." she said in a breathy voice, and he nodded and smiled up at her, taking her hand in both of his and squeezing it. Erona was very sure she could have stayed in that moment forever, though there was a good chance she’d start soaking through her panties. But then he turned away. Erona pouted deeply and wove her hands together.
Two of the women were nonplussed by the small display of a very basic combat art. But the minotaur looked at the two of them. The beautiful, and dainty(in comparison to her, but rather curvy next to anyone else) Cleric and the cute boy. There was a strong relationship there... and the way she'd casually glomped onto him earlier. The beastkin woman felt a surge of jealousy and desire that she'd never known before flare through her.
"So what are my new companions' names?" Emory asked with an open and expectant smile.
The tiefling spread her stance and curled one gesturing hand inward between her breasts as she bowed slightly. "I am Thalia. Sorcerer, and general battle mage.” She glanced at the somewhat sour faced Erona. “And sometimes warlock…” Erona gasped, her hands now clenching into fists, but Emory just nodded with a quite interested gaze. “I’m our little groups AoE, and sometimes burst damage, and all at range." She looked up and noticed he was caught looking at her cleavage, his eyes met hers and she gave him a wicked smile. Erona wasn't quite aware of his gaze but her eyes narrowed at the demon girl's smile and she moved a bit closer to her charge.
The goblin snorted, leaned against her chair a bit and gave a lazy two finger salute. "Yo. I'm Jinski. I'm a rogue, but I've been getting some assassin skill's down lately. So uh... I do MAX DEEPS!" her normally nasal voice took on a deeper tone as she said the last two words before she gave a toothy grin and winked at the boy. He glanced back at Erona who shrugged.
He looked at the minotaur next, his bright expectant eyes stared into her soul. Or that's how it felt to her. "Uh... I..." The goblin swung out a foot and just barely managed to make it connect with the minotaurs knees. Jinski immediately pulled her foot back and cursed under her breath about broken toes and stupid giant tanks.
The half-mino didn't even notice as she finally spoke in her lilting accent. "I'm, er, Ambrosia. And uh, well, I’m a warrior. I just swing muh axe, and try to keep the mobs distracted for the other two to uh… do their thing.” She shrugged a bit, and her massive bosom did amazing things. Like jiggle intently for several run on seconds. The boy couldn't help but notice. It took him more than a moment to pry his gaze off her still shaking rack and look into her eyes. The woman just gave him a slightly apologetic smile that if anything just seemed to say 'It's ok, I know they're distracting. Especially for healthy young lads like you.' And they were still jiggling!
"Uh, Ok! Well it's great to meet you all!” He focused on the demon girl, and was starting to wonder if it had been a good idea to work with this team. All three women were... very distracting! It was bad enough when Erona had noticed his wandering gaze and started trimming more and more fabric from select locations on her outfits, now he had three women that seemed equally inclined!
But Emory had finally gotten what he wanted, possibly what he needed! So no more hesitations! “Erona was getting the two of us room’s a nearby Inn, so how about we head out tomorrow?” Thalia gave a quick nod.
“That sounds fine, where are the two of you staying?” She aimed hte question at the blonde.
Erona’s face curled, but she forced herself to be civil. “My lo-Ah, er, Emory and I have taken residence at the Crooked Leg in.” She sniffed, because of course such a location was far from worthy of them, but needs must.
Emory frowned up at her. “Its two room’s right? I know that last place only had the one, but its just not proper for us to share like that Erona! I don’t want you feeling unsafe!” The boy’s words were very heart felt, and while Erona wanted to scream that of course he should be in her bed-er, room, she was also loyal to his desires. So the blonde elf bit her tongue, shelved her true desires, and nodded. “Of course. We both have a room on the second floor.” Emory smiled, but a sound of interest had him looking back.
“Ah, how interesting, we’re also booked there tonight… Perhaps you and I can speak on tactics.” Thalia spoke directly at the young paladin, and Emory’s face lit up.
“That would be wonderful Miss Thalia!” The Teifling grinned at the boy. Then gave a truly wicked look at the blonde. Erona was glaring at her with deadly intent, fist closed in white knuckled rage.
Emory was clueless and took a step back to stand next to Erona and raised a hand. “Fantastic! Its all planned then! Tomorrow the five of us will set forth and and Adventure!” Ambrosia felt a warmth fill her, it was as if she was sharing in the innocent excitement of the boy. “Well delve into darkness!” The little goblin Jinski, rolled her eyes, but smirked as she popped the last bit of meat into her maw. “And show everyone what a team of true hero’s can accomplish!” Thalia honestly thought herself fairly jaded, but she couldn't help the small curl of her purple lips at his excitement.
“Right Erona?!” He asked to the woman next to him. Erona smiled, her annoyance with their ‘party’ diminished by the honest happiness of her lord.
Emory smiled, raising an arm up to pat the woman on the side, but at the last second Erona turned. The Cleric was smiling and opening her mouth to agree with her little lord, when her movement made him whiff. And the little paladin’s hand smacked right into her ass instead.
Erona’s mouth opened, and released a loud, heartfelt “Aaahhnnnn…” Moan of pure carnal delight issued forth. Her blue eye’s half lidded in something like ecstasy.
“Agh! Sorry! I mean, I didn’t mean to-!” All three women looked at them in with wide eyes.
Thalia’s lips curled into a much more playful smirk, feeling quite good about the new party members. Jinski grinned and giggled as she chewed on her meal. And Ambrosia went redfaced as an even sharper surge of jealousy passed through her as she thought about how much her muscular cheeks would jiggle if the boy had smacked them.