Cadwarra headed to her appointment at Mossclean’s Smithy in Willow Wood. As Lord Vishra had instructed, she was wearing her ceremonial armor under her new cloak. He seemed to like her wearing it. She was pretty sure the Marshall wanted other men to see what he owned; ownership in this case being her body, not the small bits of chainmail that failed to cover very much of that body.
She was to meet Zanhass’s father to have some accessory armour pieces made for her armour. Once the armour pieces were made, Marshall Vishra had informed her she was expected to allow Master Mossclean to use her as he desired. Vishra had not explained further why she had been given to the Blacksmith for the night. Perhaps it was in part payment for the armour he was making for her. Cadwarra was curious but did not wonder further. She liked when a new male celebrated Tunare with her.
The weather was cool and she wanted to show off her new cloak with the brocade trim and the silver broach bearing the Vishra Coat-of-Arms. She thus was decently covered despite the sexy armour she was wearing underneath. She would show off Marshall Vishra’s ‘property’ some other time.
The cloak was meant to keep her toasty warm on the coldest winter day not a cool fall afternoon. It proved too warm. Before long she opened it to allow herself to cool down a bit.
She was now quite familiar with that capricious breeze that invariably appeared by magic out of nowhere and swept under her cloak to lift it high. The little mini-tornado ballooned the heavy cloth out wide whenever a young man got near. For each such occurrence, lots of Wood Elf skin was revealed before the garment fell gently and elegantly back down to her ankles, restoring Cadwarra’s modesty. At least the breeze was quite warm despite the autumn chill.
It was easy to spot the gay guys; the cloak did nothing as its owner passed them. It struck Cadwarra that this spell would be quite handy for a love-hungry teen girl looking for a straight boyfriend. It would eliminate the guesswork. If a faggot borrowed her cloak, she wondered, would the cloak behave immodestly each time it passed another queer?
Halfway along her hike out to Willow Wood, she walked past a small group of teenage Apprentices, malingering from work. On cue, her cloak flew open. This was not the usually gentle breeze that lifted the garment enough to show a little calf and a bit of thigh. The evil little whirlwind lifted her cloak as high as her armpits. She was unsure what got more looks from the boys, the chainmail bikini top that showed her pushed up cleavage or the chainmail miniskirt too short to cover her backside.
She walked on. The Apprentices stared as the cloak continued to float in the air, suspended for an unusually long time by the magic breeze. The lads had a good look. Penises stiffened as they leered. Cadwarra’s excellent hearing caught snippets of the conversation.
“...didja see what that sexy little tease isn’t wearing under that cloak!”
“...those tits are nearly fallin’ out’!”
“...she’s askin’ for it!”
“...anyone else got the urge to just go over and start feelin’ her up?”
Boys are always so agitated by nakedness, Cadwarra thought. She hurried on, amused to hear the lewd verbalization of their sexual fantasies. Virgin boys were the worst!
A Cooper came out of the nearby barrel shop. Having heard the boys’ frank talk, he wanted to see what the fuss was about. He had to agree the sight of the departing Wood Elf’s cute ass was worth an interruption to his workday. Unlike the boys, though, he did not delude himself that he had a chance with the Lady. “You lads need to calm down” he warned them “that’s Viscountess Cadwarra. She killed three hundred Antonica Gnolls in one hour and will make short work of you and your wandering hands!”
About a quarter mile further, a beggar interrupted her journey. “Please Good Duchess” he implored pathetically “can you give me a bit of coin? I need to buy a new cloak. This old thing will not keep me warm, even on a fall morning like today. I’ll freeze to death this winter without your help.”
Cadwarra did not like liars who sycophantically elevated people to the status of ‘Duchess’. She was hardly a Duchess. She answered impatiently. “That’s my old cloak, you ungrateful dolt! I donated it to charity last week. Since it kept me warm for five winters I happen to know you don’t need coin for another cloak!”
She was about to walk on angrily when she suddenly remembered something. She rudely reached into her old cloak, dug her hand into an inside pocket and pulled out a set of high quality hair clippers. “I forgot to take these” she explained to the mendacious scoundrel. She turned on her heel and resumed her trek to Willow Wood. The villain realized that had he found the cloak’s hidden pocket he would have obtained some high quality scissors worth quite a few silver in a second hand shop. Angry at the loss, he hurled irrational insults at her back. “You could at least gimme a fucking hair cut, you...Cunt!”
The arcane breeze lifted the cloak to show the beggar Cadwarra’s buttocks, ill concealed by her chainmail mini-skirt and bikini panties. He had just gotten mooned by a magic cloak!
Cadwarra entered Willow Wood Village and turned left toward the Old Druidess’s cottage, noting she was on time. She wondered why she needed to speak to the Old Druidess before going to the smithy to celebrate Tunare with Master Mossclean. She did not mind having tea with the Old Druidess, it was just strange that she needed to consult with her about some specific requirements that needed to be discussed before coupling with Master Mossclean.
That in itself was intriguing. Beyond the performance of her normal duties to Tunare, Cadwarra was curious to know what the Old Druidess and Lord Vishra had in mind for her afternoon in the smithy once her armour accessories were made. Perhaps Master Mossclean had peculiar tastes. She had heard of men that liked really kinky stuff like kissing shoes or being spanked. She hoped Master Mossclean was not like that. That hardly honoured Tunare.
Disregarding these concerns, Cadwarra was anticipating no significant trouble pleasing Master Mossclean. She was confident she knew how to fuck a man so he would enjoy it.
She arrived at the Old Druidess’s cottage right on time. She took a deep breath and prepared herself. Despite her punctuality, the Old Druidess would nevertheless tell her why she was late or why she was early.
In answer to her knock the heavy oak door opened. She saw the Old Druidess’s back as she retreated into her cottage, having opened the door even before Cadwarra was done knocking. “You’re early, Cadwarra, why the hurry?”
Though she knew it was pointless, Cadwarra protested. “This was the time Lord Vishra told me I was expected.”
“Of course it was, Cadwarra, but we did not expect that you would use an appointment with me as an excuse to be so cruel to those poor virgin Apprentices.” The Old Druidess motioned Cadwarra to sit at the little table in the breakfast nook.
The old cat was sleeping in the guest chair. Cadwarra gently picked up the protesting puss and set him gently on top of a nearby stool. Like a typical feline, he refused to stay where placed and showed his defiance by moving to the Old Druidess’s chair. He went back to sleep.
As she sat, Cadwarra gave the Old Druidess a quizzical look. “I was cruel to those Apprentices?”
“You tortured them, Honey. Getting them all hot and bothered with that blatant display of your young female body then hurrying on as soon as that enchanted cloak of yours was done flying about.” The Old Druidess brought over the teapot. “It’s a lovely colour for a cloak, by-the-bye. Clever of Clothspinner & Co. to suggest burgundy. It really suits you.”
“Thank you, Madam Druid.” Cadwarra poured the tea. “I did not mean to hurt those boys” she confessed “it’s just I did not want to be late.”
While picking her cat up off her own chair the Old Druidess admonished Cadwarra further. “You need to be pleasing boys such as those ones as soon as they are old enough for your bed, Cadwarra. If you won’t do that then at least don’t flash them. You teased them and left them there with their hard willies and unrequited lust. They were as frustrated as the proverbial Gnome-with-the-Wrong-Sized-Wrench.”
The Old Druidess placed her cat on the floor and sat. “Tunare did not give you that body to frustrate our young men . It would have been no trouble to allow them to be between your thighs ‘til they were done. If you can take Lord Vishra’s cock fully inside you you have lots of room for four or five youths to splat their cum into the same place.”
Cadwarra sipped her tea, feeling guilty to have failed Tunare again and trying to figure out precisely how much the Old Druidess could see of remote events. Cadwarra made a mental note to assume from then on that the Old Druidess was aware of everything that happened to her. She was a little concerned Master Daniel’s masturbatory liberties the other day might be known. There was also the pleasure she took from the Coachman the morning after she ‘cured’ the Fairwick boy. The Old Druidess seemed tight with the Marshall. She hoped that these stories of her side trysts would not get back to him. “I just did not want to keep you waiting” she finally apologized weakly.
“I would have understood your tardiness for the sake of those poor fellows” the Old Druidess assured her. “It would not have been very much of a delay; not one of those sex-starved lads would have lasted five minutes on top of a body such as yours. I could have waited twenty minutes. Had you wished to save a little time you need not have wasted several seconds with that beggar. Every fall he uses that same line about needing a new cloak.”
Cadwarra chose a deliberately ambiguous response. “Well, maybe those boys’ll still be there when I head home.”
“Oh, you’ll be too tired” the Old Druidess answered offhandedly.
“Too tired?”
Seeing Cadwarra was puzzled, the Old Druidess explained. “You need to bed Master Denham Mossclean. Quite a few times. It may be more work than you would normally expect. Once or twice in my long life, I have met men such as Master Mossclean. You will find him hesitant to touch you...until he is not hesitant. This kind of sexually repressed man usually turns out to be insatiable once you awaken his desires.”
The Old Druidess leaned forward confidentially. “There are always difficulties when that happens.”
Difficulties? Cadwarra again feared Master Mossclean was going to ask her to perform some sort of perversion before he would achieve his satisfaction. Did he like to be peed on? Is that why she was being served an especially large cup of tea? Maybe he wanted to watch Cadwarra diddle herself while he played with his hard prick? Cadwarra hoped the Old Druidess would explain these Mossclean difficulties, but she knew enough not to ask. The Old Druidess would tell her eventually, but only when she got around to it.
The Old Druidess stood and stared out the window at the Mossclean Smithy, as if it annoyed her. “All that smoke and clanging next door. It used to disturb my reading. Now there’s all that sexual intercourse going on between your Squire and his betrothed. Pulses of magic are emanating from that place every time that incessant hammering stops. I may be the only one who can feel the magnitude of the magic those two sex maniacs are generating with their lovemaking, but the whole village still knows what they are doing when the sound of work stops for half an hour. It’s no surprise Master Mossclean found out all about it within hours of his return.”
The Old Druidess returned to the table and sat. Without saying ‘excuse me’ she reached out to grope Cadwarra’s chest. She offered no explanation while rudely delving as deep into Cadwarra’s chainmail bra as had Ockham, exploring the texture of Cadwarra’s boob with equal interest. Cadwarra sat puzzled as to why the Old Druidess suddenly had need to examine her mammaries. She wished the Old Druidess would stop. Though they were producing only a small amount of milk, they were still tender that day.
“Your udders feel like they are preparing to feed a baby, Cadwarra. Am I to conclude that you are already carrying a Vishra child? Those of us who need to keep the Ruling Houses of Qeynos strong have supported the decision to have you provide Vishra House with a son or two but we are not yet ready for your conception to occur.”
Cadwarra felt she had definitely been chastised. “The Vishra Lawyers have not finished writing up the Maternity Contract” she explained. “We have not yet formally agreed to make a baby so Marshall Vishra’s visits have just been recreational.” Cadwarra did not add that they were also waiting for Diamander to return from Everfrost so he too could knock her up with a second son the same night, as per the informal discussions.
Relieved that Cadwarra was not yet in the family way, the Old Druidess left off examining the state of Cadwarra’s baby-feeders. “I’ll have a word with the Marshall. If he can’t have a contract written by the time we have you ready for pregnancy, a verbal agreement will have to do.”
The Old Druidess did not further explain what the Temple of Life was needing to do to get Cadwarra ‘ready for pregnancy’. She had a sip of tea then finally got to the matter of the aforementioned difficulties with Master Denham Mossclean. “Let’s talk about your upcoming seduction of the Mossclean male. Have you met the man?”
“I have not had the honour, Madam Druid. His daughter seems very nice.”
“Yes. Well, her father is a different pile of salamanders. I wager he hasn’t had a boner in a dozen years. He thinks young things like you are evil minions of the ‘Demoness’ Tunare tempting him into lewd behaviours.” The Old Druidess paused and shook her head in bewilderment. “Imagine not wanting to share a bed with you, Cadwarra? The man is blind!”
“Yet you feel there is a need for me to have sex with him?”
The Old Druidess banged her fist emphatically on the table. “Definitely, Cadwarra!” She quickly grabbed the milk pitcher before it toppled over as the table shook. Her cat woke and looked over, hoping some cream had been spilt. Seeing none he went back to sleep.
The Old Druidess reached for the teapot as she explained. “I feel such a fool not to have recognized all these years that there is some kind of innate divinity in the Mossclean family.” She refilled Cadwarra’s cup. “This explains, for instance, why Mossclean maces are so sought after. Any Blacksmith in Qeynos can imbue a weapon with a little magic but Mossclean maces always had a little bit more power, infused with divine magic. And I learned only this week that the little Mossclean daughter can do far more than that to a mace if Kivan is joined with her.”
The Old Druidess paused, taking a sip of hot tea. She returned the cup carefully to its saucer. “It stands to reason that this divine magic is passed from the Mossclean men to the Mossclean daughters at conception. It has been so passed on to Zanhass.”
The Old Druidess looked sharply at Cadwarra to make sure she was paying attention. “That divine magic has lain dormant in Zanhass since her birth. Only when that insatiable Squire of yours came along with his rather lovely looking cock was that magic manifested. Each orgasm he’s given her has compounded her power.” The Old Druidess summarized. “This makes perfect sense if you know anything about Tunare.”
Cadwarra’s expression indicated her continued confusion.
“Don’t you follow?” the Old Druidess explained “the obvious conclusion is that Mossclean semen is positively chock full of latent magic waiting to be shot into specific young women so that that power might be passed on to offspring or absorbed into their core.”
“I see” Cadwarra lied. “Cum chock full of latent magic...may I ask, if this is so, why has the Goddess not filled Master Mossclean with such a sex drive that he will be knocking up all sorts of women with this divine jism of his?”
“Don’t be impertinent, Cadwarra! Let’s not go questioning Tunare.”
Notwithstanding the mild rebuke, the Old Druidess attempted to answer Cadwarra’s question. “Perhaps there is more quality than quantity of divine energy stored in the Mossclean loins. Master Mossclean’s sex drive may have been deliberately suppressed by Our Lady of Nature in order to ensure only suitable females receive the holy benefit of Mossclean spunk. Or perhaps there is a corresponding danger if that semen is given to the wrong female.”
The Old Druidess sipped her tea. “I suspect that when the right female tempts him, arouses him, all the pent up desire will drive him to intense levels of lust. Assuming you are the right female, Cadwarra, you’ll need to please him long into the night and will be much too tired to please those horny Apprentices who leered at you on your outbound journey.”
Cadwarra’s confidence in her abilities of seduction remained. “I am sure he can be coaxed to bed; his daughter seems to have a healthy interest in celebrating Tunare.”
“Indeed. Those two kids have woken me countless dawns with their incessant lovings. But until Zanhass and Kivan met, Master Mossclean had successfully kept her from indulging in such pleasures. I think that was by Tunare’s design as well.”
As the Old Druidess paused, Cadwarra took a big gulp of tea in case Master Mossclean wanted a golden shower. She hoped he did not but was still determined to be prepared. She stopped worrying about it too much; she needed to pay attention to what the Old Druidess was rambling on about.
“I suspect, Cadwarra, that Tunare would have approved of very few males coupling with the virgin Zanhass. The wrong penis would have forever suppressed the dormant power in her. Power that a cock such as your Squire’s has seemingly unlocked.”
The Old Druidess tried to pour yet more tea, feeding Cadwarra’s fears she was to be full for Master Mossclean’s suspected ‘water sport’ needs.
Discovering the teapot empty, the Old Druidess carried it to her sink while still talking. “Tunare seems to have been waiting for someone like Kivan to find his way to Willow Wood and meet Zanhass. She is full of potential magic but it needed a special young man to awaken it with his special prick.We owe Lady Vishra a favour in that she has unwittingly sent your Squire to this vital meeting. ”
To Cadwarra’s relief, the Old Druidess did not start making more tea. Assured she was not required to pee on Master Mossclean she was left to wonder what were these perversions Master Mossclean had? Maybe he liked to be verbally abused or wanted to lick her armpits. Some males were weird. Except for Diamander’s puzzling need to suck cocks occasionally, she was glad the Vishra men were normal.
The Old Druidess just kept talking as she returned to her chair without the teapot. “Interesting that Master Mossclean kept the village boys away from Zanhass all this time but is suddenly filled with a hankering for the taste of fresh caught trout and conveniently goes off fishing for a week...leaving Zanhass alone just as Kivan was about to walk into the smithy...”
Cadwarra reflected to herself that Tunare certainly could get what she wanted.
The Old Druidess seemed to change the subject. “I know what you high-ranking Ladies of Leisure get up to when your boyfriends don’t drop by enough, Cadwarra. You jump on the closest servant to fill your dull afternoons. Assuming Vishra’s Clerk has provided me the correct information, Kivan is the only male servant in your apartment who might be called upon to provide such service to you.” The Old Druidess gave Cadwarra a penetrating look. “Have you bedded Kivan?”
It was almost an accusation. “N-no, Lady Druidess.”
Again, the Old Druidess’s tone was quite stern. “Should you happen to see his erect prick, Cadwarra, I am sure you will see it is indeed a nice one...very pretty. Tunare kindly made it fairly large but not so large that Zanhass will find it uncomfortable from all the screwing she is getting from it.”
Seeing the shocked surprise on Cadwarra’s face, the Old Druidess hastened to add “You need not think that way. I assure you I had no ulterior motives in spying on them; my youthful days of chasing boys and pleasing Tunare’s lusting males is thankfully long over. I only looked at his prick because Tunare seems to want me to guide these two. I was able to confirm it was perfect for a young girl like Zanhass. Trust me, life is so much easier without all the time we waste as young women getting as many manly inches as possible inside us.”
“I like manly inches” Cadwarra protested.
“Of course you do, Sweetie. Go ahead and enjoy as many manly inches as you can find. But we were talking about Kivan’s manly inches and the fact that you need to stay away from them.”
“Stay away?” Cadwarra had not considered Kivan as a lover yet now, like forbidden fruit, it occurred to her he might be fun to entice.
“You are not to be tempted by it, Cadwarra.” The Old Druidess was quite definite about it. “That dear boy is for Zanhass and you will serve Tunare by loving other males, not him. He’s a handsome boy but your duty is to keep the girls away from him, including yourself.”
“I see” Cadwarra replied. She hesitated to confess something to the Old Druidess but neither did one keep things from a Druid. “I know from my student, Lady Amber, that Lady Vishra and her maid jerked Kivan off one morning; the same day he and Zanhass made love for the first time. Then Lady Amber sucked him off and swallowed his cum, just after lunch, not long after the same loving.”
This did not please the Old Druidess, who appeared not to have been aware of such carryings-on. She leaned forward, a little anxious. “Did Kivan insert himself into Lady Vishra or her maid or Lady Amber?”
“No, Madam Druid. He just shot his loads. Lady Vishra had some in her coffee and Lady Amber had a good swallow just to annoy her mother. She told me she liked the taste.”
The Old Druidess appeared partly relieved. “Well it can’t be helped. Just don’t let them gobble down any more Kivan Oakwood seed. That stuff is for Zanhass, same as his cock.”
As Cadwarra sat there she wondered what was so special about her Squire’s cum. She was intrigued. She suddenly wanted to have it inside her. Knowing she was being quite wicked to even fantasize about such things she imagined herself sneaking into Kivan’s room in the dark while Samandra and Amber slept pleasant dreams. “Kivan” she would say while climbing under his blankets “I’m so lonely and I just could not stay away any longer and I know your cock is so very beautiful....Oh, my! It’s growing! Let me suck on it before you drive such a handsome erection into me so very deep...so very deep...so very deep...”
“Cadwarra!”
Startled, Cadwarra snapped out of her daydream. She could only reply guiltily “Yes, Lady Druidess?”
“Don’t even daydream about it, you divinely-motivated little Slut. He’s Zanhass’s boy! Save all those lusty thoughts for your upcoming interlude with Zanhass’s father.”
Chastised, Cadwarra apologized.
“You see how attractive Tunare has made Kivan and his large erection, Child? Keep your mind off of him! You have enough to deal with looking after all those big Vishra cocks of yours.”
Cadwarra suddenly wondered to herself if her boys would inherit cocks of their fathers’ sizes. She did not want them to be cheated out of their birthright.
She had not asked the question out loud but the Old Druidess answered her anyway. “Tunare will ensure your sons will have nice big ones, Cadwarra. Real Vishra dimensions. Stop worrying. Now let’s get back to keeping Zanhass and Kivan loyal to only each other.”
“Yes, Madam Druid.”
“Your task is to keep the girls away from Kivan. For that reason, I need you to find a lover for one of the village girls; Trelly Greenleaf is her name.
“Trelly Greenleaf” Cadwarra repeated in order to remember the girl.
“Yes, Trelly Greenleaf. She’s a young teen now old enough to want sex and smart enough to know she wants an experienced boy for her first time. She’s a friend of Zanhass and is pestering Zanhass to lend her your Kivan for a night. That cannot be permitted. Your Squire can’t be wasting time pushing it into some other love-starved girl. He belongs to Zanhass.”
“Certainly. How shall I stop her....precisely?”
“We need to distract her from interfering with Zanhass and Kivan’s conjugal interactions. Trelly is masturbating every night while alone in her bed, then spending the sunlight hours begging Zanhass for the loan of her boyfriend. It’s time she honoured Tunare with a suitable male of her own. She’s a pretty enough girl so there’s no problem you finding a willing boy. And yes, there’s all kinds of boys in our village but they are inexperienced and not suitable for Trelly.”
Cadwarra believed she had seen those ‘inexperienced’ boys.
The Old Druidess paused and added as an aside “We’ll deal with the problem of those boys’ virginities later. Maybe we’ll need your help but we’ll see. For now, do you think you can quickly line up a male for Trelly that can take her virtue properly?”
Cadwarra thought that Lord Vishra would certainly love to have the honour of being Trelly’s first. He did seem to like Wood Elves and she was sure she would earn some points by providing him a virgin to enjoy.
She just as quickly dismissed the idea, much as she would profit from giving Lord Vishra such innocence for the night. This Greenleaf girl should celebrate her first time with a worshipper of Tunare and one closer to her age. A little older, of course, but still close to her age. He would need to be just old enough to know what he is doing but not so experienced that he would fail to appreciate Trelly’s gift of innocence.
“I am sure Vishra House has a young footman or a comely stable boy that could please your Miss Greenleaf, Madam Druidess. My maid has experience with the male staff over there and can surely recommend one of Tunare’s following. They can use my bed. I’ll have the lad waiting for her. She’ll have the entire afternoon to enjoy his repeated affections.”
“Perfect, Cadwarra. I’ll leave you and your maid to pick a good boy for the consummation.” The Old Druidess thought for a moment. “Make sure he has a slightly larger than average prick. It’s not fair to make Trelly lose her cherry to a lad with a tiny cock. We can’t have that!”
“Of course, Madam Druidess. Samandra will know which servant is big enough.” Cadwarra thought a moment and added “but not too big.”
“Good, that’ll keep Trelly from pestering Zanhass further. Let me know when and I’ll send her over.”
The old cat chose that moment to rise and search for mice. Seeming to think this might require too much effort, he immediately sat back down. He did not look well. “Cadwarra, fire off a standard heal spell at puss over there. Poor thing.”
Cadwarra obliged, though as usual her heal spell was so weak she was embarrassed by how little effect it had. The old tom appeared only slightly better.
“Quite ineffective” the Old Druid stated flatly as she studied her cat. “Your heal spells should be better after Master Mossclean has had his way with you two or three times. I assume you swallow cum, Cadwarra?”
That seemed an odd question. “I love to swallow, Madam Druid.”
“Good. Certainly we can’t have Master Mosscleam knock you up so all that divinely imbued semen of Master Mossclean needs to find another way to your bloodstream. Get it to your stomach instead and it’s no worries such magic qualities will soon be in your veins. After you’ve gulped down a good volume of Mossclean cum, we’ll test your heals on my cat again.”
“I see. I just need to ingest cum? Not get pregnant? That seems simple.”
The Old Druidess seemed unimpressed by Cadwarra’s confidence. “Well, Little Miss Sperm Gulper, that seems simple once you get Master Mossclean interested in cumming in your mouth. That is the hard part.”
Cadwarra nodded.
The Old Druidess gave Cadwarra another one of those penetrating looks. “Cadwarra. I suspect you are being tested. Not all Followers of Tunare are worthy of Mossclean Sperm. It is important that you succeed but there is no guarantee you will. Don’t be too casual about the task before you.”
“I see” Cadwarra lied. It seemed preposterous that a male would refuse the chance to be with a woman. Men were so horny it was inconceivable that one would turn down a warm loving female.
The Old Druidess seemed less optimistic. She stood and walked over to a bureau. “I believe you’ll need some help...”
The Old Druidess pulled open the lowest drawer. From it she pulled out a small elegantly cut glass bottle. She showed it to Cadwarra. “Pretty, is it not, Cadwarra? This bottle is cut from Kaladim Crystal. It’s a worthy vessel to hold an expensive perfume.”
The Old Druidess returned to the breakfast nook, holding the perfume. “I’ve had this perfume a dog’s age. I got it from that Ratonga, Sechus, for times such as this. It is an excellent perfume.”
The Old Druidess uncorked the top and dabbed a little between Cadwarra’s breasts. “You are going to need as much help as you can get for this task, Cadwarra. This perfume is infused with pheromones enough to captivate and enchant even the unmovable heart of Denham Mossclean.”
The old Druidess recorked the perfume bottle while Cadwarra sat. The scent of the perfume rose up from her warm skin and filled Cadwarra’s nostrils. It was very nice. Intoxicating. The fragrance stupefied her, clouding her thoughts. A bit confused she asked “what were we talking about?”
“We were discussing how you were going to eat Denham Mossclean’s cum, Honey, then get fucked ‘til your pussy is overflowing with more of it. All in the Holy Service of Tunare.”
Despite the confusion in her addled mind Cadwarra more or less understood her mission: harvest Mossclean sperm. It sounded alright with Cadwarra. Maybe it was the perfume but she really needed a nice cock inside her and none of her regular Vishra men were close to hand. She wondered where she could get more of that perfume. It smelled so very exciting.