by Albion, Rex
Flora’s short dress immediately rode up her hips, exposing her bottom, and the pink rosebud between her cheeks, as well as the clean-shaven lips of her pussy. She didn’t say a word about it, or make a lewd joke, she just let him drink it in, as he drank the pink liquid. His cock was straining against his purple pants still, when Roxy came out of the Herbalists Guild.
“That’s a very pretty dress, Flora. Vandal loves it too,” Roxy said, as she sat next to him and put her left arm around him. He put his arm around her and hugged her back, as she stroked his thigh with her right hand.
“Thank you dear, it’s nothing special, I just wanted something less hot to wear,” Flora said. “Vandal didn’t say anything about liking it, but that’s men for you?”
“Well, he’s got a really big erection, Flora. Probably because your naughty pussy is on display for him, don’t you think?”
Flora stiffened and coughed. “Oh, is it? How silly of me.”
“Aren’t you worried about your back getting sunburned with all that skin on display?” Roxy asked, her hand stroking Vandal’s thigh.
“Dear me, where are my marbles today?” Flora exclaimed, reaching behind herself and touching the skin, which made her bottom move in eye-catching ways. “Am I burned already?”
“Not yet, but I think you need some lotion on to protect you, if you have any. Would you like me to help you?” Roxy offered, taking a long swig of the drink she’d picked up.
“That would be lovely, dear, it’s on the table, I just forgot to apply it, and Vandal didn’t offer,” Flora said.
“His loss.” Roxy said, winking at Vandal and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. “Why don’t you come here then so I can get you sorted out?”
Flora got up and picked up a jar of liquid, which she handed to Roxy. “Yes, just kneel down here so I can get your back done,” Roxy said, and Flora obediently knelt before her.
Roxy opened the jar with a pop and scooped out a dollop of white lotion with the consistency of cream. It looked like anything you’d find back home and smelled like summer in bloom. Flora shivered as the cool cream touched her neck and the goblin began to massage it into her shoulders and back. “That feels good,” Flora murmured.
“You have lovely skin, Flora, you should take care of it.”
“Yes, Priestess.”
“I don’t want to ruin your pretty dress though,” Roxy said. “Perhaps it should come off.”
“As you wish, Priestess,” Flora said. She reached down and pulled up her dress from the bottom, slowly drawing it over her head, leaving herself entirely nude.
“That’s better, now I can get this all over without staining it,” Roxy said. Her hands scooped out more of the thick sun cream and working it into Flora’s voluptuous body. She worked her fingers into the gardener’s sore shoulders and up and down her back, all the way to her waist, massaging her muscles and working the cream in. Flora’s appreciation was audible. Finally, Roxy stopped and told her to stand up.
Then she applied the lotion to Flora's legs, from the calves up to her strong thighs and finally rubbing it in to the older woman’s bottom. Vandal had a vague idea they should be doing something else, but it was a warm summer day and it wasn’t a hard thing to watch, although he’d had to adjust something that was hard because he didn’t have a cold shower to hand.
Roxy sat down on the bench again. “Turn around Flora, it’s time to do your front, so you don’t get burned anywhere.”
“Yes, Priestess.”
The goblin cocked her head, looking up and down Flora’s voluptuous curves. There were signs of maturity, a few wrinkles and the like but Vandal could well imagine how a younger Flora must have looked with a slim waist, broad hips and those dark nipples crowning her big breasts.
“Come, sit astride me so I can get this done,” Roxy said, and Flora boldly swung her leg over the bench, sitting in the goblin’s lap and bringing her other leg over so she straddled her. Flora put her hands behind her head and leaned back a little.
“Like this, Priestess?” Flora asked. Her voice was low and sultry, filled with need. Her eyes closed as she displayed herself.
Roxy smirked at Vandal and blew him a kiss, “Yes, Flora. What a lovely figure you are blessed with. Amoria must treasure your worship.” Roxy started with her thighs, applying lotion to the bits she hadn’t yet reached, and then working the cream up her waist and skirting her bosom to take care of her shoulders and arms.
When she was done teasing, she scooped a dollop between Flora’s breasts and the gardener gasped at the cool cream’s contact. Her nipples were like pebbles, and she didn’t seem any less aroused as Roxy fondled her breasts. Or rather, applied a vital skincare routine to her congregants’ skin, Vandal corrected himself. Nothing unusual here at all.
“Your nipples haven’t burned have they, Flora?” Roxy asked casually.
“I don’t think so,” Flora said.
“Let’s find out,” Roxy suggested. Her kneading of Flora’s big boobs moved inward until her thumb and forefinger were either side of the woman’s nipples. Flora whimpered lustily and moaned when Roxy began to pinch and tease them. “I think Vandal is enjoying watching me take care of you, it must be because he’s filled with Amoria’s love for you. Swollen and fit to burst,” Roxy said.
“Yes, Priestess. Thank you for looking after me, I could have been very sore tonight, if I’d got burned and Ricky would worry about me.”
“Well, now your husbands and wife won’t have to worry, and you’ll be able to enjoy worshipping Amoria all the more, won’t you?” Roxy said.
“Yes, Priestess,” Flora blushed.
“Naughty of you to not tell us about them, Flora”
“I’m sorry, Priestess. Should I be punished?”
Roxy answered that by pinching and twisting the woman’s nipples hard, making Flora moan and writhe but not pull away. “I’m sure you’ll get what’s coming to you, but I think this proves your nipples aren’t burned or you’d be very uncomfortable to be tested so.”
“Yes, Priestess. It just feels so good, not bad at all.”
“Good, now get up, turn around, put your hands on the table and bend over,” Roxy ordered, slapping Flora’s thigh firmly. “Be quick about it, so I can give you Amoria’s Blessing, and we can be about our urgent business to get her Temple ready.”
Flora could move quite quickly when she wanted and she’d assumed the position in a flash, “A blessing? What a privilege! Is this how you need me, Priestess?”
Roxy put her hands to Flora and tweaked her stance a bit, deciding to move her forward so she was left bent over the table, her hips touching the edge and her heavy breasts brushing the wood. Flora’s backside was on display and pushed up in the air, leaving her wet lips on display.
“Yes, that will do nicely,” Roxy said. “Now, let me see if I can grant you the blessing of Amoria.”
With that, she put one hand to Flora’s lips and began to stimulate her while the other stroked her bottom and thigh tenderly. Flora was fit to burst and began panting and begging for more immediately. If anyone happened to walk by, they’d surely hear her moans, but at least there was a tall hedge around the Gardener’s and Herbalist Guild’s shared plot of land.
Thankfully, if privacy mattered to Flora, Guilders Street was unusually quiet, with Vandal supposed, little reason for citizens to visit regularly without guild business to attend to. It wasn’t a thoroughfare either as it didn’t lead to or from anywhere that made it a good shortcut.
Soon enough, Flora was approaching her orgasm and Roxy cast the spell suffusing her with magic. Then she stepped back and picked up a rag from the table, wiping the cream off her hands. Flora stayed their panting for a while, her arousal slowly receding.
Finally, she stammered, “Thank you for the blessing, Priestess that was an honour. I feel so different.”
“You’re welcome, Flora. You can get dressed now, you're all protected from the sun and the blessing is done,” Roxy said.
“It’s not necessary for the blessing to work,” Roxy said. Then she slapped Flora hard on the bottom and the gardener squealed in surprise. “Besides, you’re not the only worshipper of Amoria who can play naughty pranks on people, you know, Flora.”
Flora stood up and put her dress back on, blushing profusely. “Thank you for the lesson, Priestess,” she said, dropping a curtsy.
“You are welcome, Flora. I do hope you will be attending services with Marjoram, Ricky and Bert when we are open.”
“Yes, we certainly will. I can’t wait to tell Ricky and Bert,” Flora said, enthusiastically. Then she corrected herself, “I mean, once you tell us we can. Marjoram and I will keep it secret until then.” She put her finger to her lips to indicate silence.
“I know you will, Flora. I’m not bothered by being teased and pranked a little, truly and I’m sure you're not the type to take such things too far and cause trouble you hadn’t bargained for,” Roxy said.
“It’s true, Marjoram and I prank each other, but it’s always just little things, never anything that takes weeks of planning and builds up to an enormous pay off,” Flora lied without shame. Vandal wondered if there was anything in the scriptures about that. He suspected Amoria didn’t bother to say much about many aspects of life and concerned herself with only a few areas. “I would never do anything so foolish as to truly inconvenience you.”
“That’s good, because I’m sure Amoria’s punishments for transgressions against her Clerics would be quite inventive, though I haven’t read that section yet, it’s quite thick,” Roxy giggled.
“There’s a section on punishing transgressions?” Flora asked, licking her lips.
“There certainly is, Flora. I take it your copy doesn’t have that?”
“No, Priestess. It’s very battered, I’m afraid. As if someone had tried to tear it to pieces. Not all religious people are respectful of others' sacred texts.”
“Yes, we’ve encountered a little hostility toward Amoria, Flora. But I have the remedy for unrepentant book burners right here,” Vandal said, tapping his sword. “I take a pretty dim view of people who damage books and operate on a policy of zero tolerance for such behaviour. I won’t let that sort of thing happen around me.”
He’d never liked those people and here, he could probably add them to his list of causes to defeat. But they were going to have to solve the problem of getting more copies of the scriptures soon and he imagined if it was as simple as getting them from a book shop, Flora would have done so, even if they’d had to order it from another city.
“We’ll find a way to get the congregation more copies of the scriptures,” Roxy assured her.
“Thank you, High Priest Lionheart. Thank you, High Priestess Lickspring.”
“See you soon,” Roxy waved as they left Flora to her thoughts.
“That was a stimulating afternoon,” Vandal said.
“Can you bear to hold that thought?”
“I suppose I can wait for a while. Why?”
“It’s time to see Captain Myers.”
Vandal sighed. “If we must.”
“We must,” Roxy giggled. “This evening though…” she left the thought unfinished. Vandal sighed and kicked an imaginary can down the road. Then nodded his agreement.
“This evening.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
“Well, if it isn’t Vandal and Roxy, scourge of the bandit!” Sergeant Bercol said, when they walked into the watch building. He was perched on a high stool behind the reception counter, drinking tea and catching up on a newspaper. “Good timing, we just got back from patrol around the town.”
“That’s us,” Roxy said. “Do you have any more? I could do with getting some more exercise.”
Bercol chuckled grimly, “Sadly, there are always more. It’s like they just pop into existence a day or two after someone stamps out the last ones. But as it happens, I can give you some pointers.”
The Sergeant reached under the desk and pulled out a small purse and emptied it on the counter. “Here’s your reward from the Crown for taking care of those five. It’s not much, but it all helps, right?” Roxy scooped it up and popped it in the group kitty.
“It does indeed, and we’ll definitely take the time to deal with any bandits we find. They’re really rude,” Vandal said.
“I think that’s one of the qualities they advertise for. Rude and unwashed seem to be popular traits,” Bercol sighed. “Let me show you something that might help though.”
He came out from behind the desk and showed them into a side room, which held a lectern and several rows of chairs. “This is our briefing room,” Bercol said, proudly. “It’s a new idea that one of the Awoken came to the captain with. We have a short meeting every shift, and the Sergeant gives out any update. We like to end by telling the guys to be safe out there. Tinshire isn’t all that dangerous, but we do have the odd homicide. That’s a murder, to civilians,” he explained.
“It’s very nice, Sergeant,” Vandal said, dutifully.
“We’ve even got a Mud Monster 1700!” Bercol said, proudly.
“Mud monster? Where?” Vandal said, putting his hand to the hilt of his sword for the second time in an hour.
Bercol laughed. “No, over there,” he pointed. In one corner was a tall machine made of chrome, brass, glass pipes, and all sorts of glowing magical jewels. At one end of the appliance was a big glass jug full of dark brown, steaming liquid. “It’s the name of the machine. Because locals often call the drink ‘hot mud’ due to the way it tastes if you make it wrong. Try a cup, our Mud Monster makes it right every time. It’s a lifesaver.”
“This must have cost a fortune,” Vandal said, as he poured out three cups of the stuff.
“I usually don’t drink it late in the day, or I’ll be up all night,” Bercol said, but he sipped at his anyway, “I’ll make an exception though.”
Vandal sipped his drink, and it was pretty good for a faux coffee. The zing he felt was much more of an immediate hit and a small green plus symbol next to a numeral one floated across his display.
Temporary Buff: Hot Mud Bonus +1 Reflexes for 2 hours
“Wow, this is good stuff. I can see why you like it. You must all be grateful to Captain Myers for finding room in the budget.”
“Oh no, the Awoken who suggested this new system bought it for us. He paid for the whole room actually, had the building extended so we could convert this one and move our locker room into the back. Goes by the name of Nathan Fort. He’s a big supporter of the guards. He gets under foot a bit trying to help out, but he means well and hands in a lot of bounties. He’s harmless and you can't fault his commitment to us. He said, where he’s from he’s a big fan of law and order, and just wants us to be properly funded,” Sergeant Bercol.
“Sounds like a helpful citizen,” Roxy said, grinning at Vandal.
“He is at that. He writes Penny Dreadfuls too. They’re a bit over the top though,” Bercol said. “Between you and me, people don’t really get murdered in locked rooms by cunning killers expecting to get away with it. Mostly people murder people they know over money or who sleeps with whom. But even the lads and lasses have started reading them, and who are we to argue if he’s going to buy us a sauna and new crossbows?”
“I feel quite bad now, Sergeant. Killing five bandits doesn't really compete, does it?”
“One time, he joined me on a foot patrol, and we walked up Hill Street. He got really excited and insisted there had to be a station there. Just had to be. Took me a while to understand he meant a watch house. I told him we didn’t need one there but one near Eastgate would make life easier,” Bercol sighed. “He said, it was destiny, there had to be one there.”
“Next thing I know, he’s bought a property there, had it done up and donated it to the Mayor. He even gave a year of funding to hire guards to
work there, on the condition they had to wear blue uniforms. They look very fancy marching back and forth around their new building, but they don’t have much to do. Some of the Awoken, no offense, can be a bit cracked in the head and have far too much money and not enough sense.”
“No offense taken, I’m sure we can seem quite strange to the locals,” Vandal said. “He sounds very enthusiastic. I hope his efforts pay off and he doesn’t get into too much trouble.”
“Trouble? He’s been kidnapped twice, shot with a crossbow three times, once by himself while trying to show us how good the new ones were, giving himself over as a hostage four times to armed maniacs as if it doesn’t scare him, been charged with murder three times and found innocent, and that was just this year,” Bercol laughed heartily. Then he sighed and shook his head, “But although he’s a pain in the neck sometimes, he’ll be sorely missed.”
“Oh, is he getting out of the game?” Roxy asked.
“He’s moving to the city, so he can take a job as a guard himself. Right at the bottom of the ladder. It’s crazy at his age.”
“Sounds like he’s just trying to follow in the footsteps of his hero, and always has been,” Vandal. “Let’s hope he finds some peace in his life.”
“I’m sure he’ll find serenity,” Roxy giggled.
“I told him to keep out of trouble and not cause a ruckus, they won’t like it from a guard, even a middle-aged one who should know better,” Bercol said.
“What did he say?” Vandal asked. He was loving everything he’d hear about this guy so far. He’d embraced the possibilities of New Albion and was obviously having a whale of a time.
“I aim to misbehave. Same thing he always says.”
Vandal laughed. “I’m sorry we missed him; he sounds like a real character.”
Bercol nodded. “Well, I got a little off the point there, we can talk Nathan Fort anecdotes another time perhaps. This beauty is what I really wanted to show you.” He pulled back a curtain which revealed a wall covered in a large map of Tinshire, and the surrounding area. It was covered in semi-precious stones of all sorts of different colours, but all looked like the heads of pins.