Chasing My Fiancée Across A Fantasy World - Chapter 8

The Crimson Raiders walked into the Dolono adventurers guild like they owned the place.  Tricia walked in with the four Raiders guarded around her.  Tricia turned quite a few heads in the outfit they had purchased for her.  The halter top pushed her cleavage up to physics defying heights, as well as drawing attention to her posterior in a short skirt.  They sauntered to the guild receptionist’s desk and knocked on the wooden counter. 

 Ezmirelda put on her glasses and looked at them with disdain. “How can I help you boys?”

“You see Miss Ez, we have a new recruit we’d like to have enrolled as an adventurer.”

The prim and proper receptionist looked Tricia over in her scandalous outfit and clicked her tongue.  “What kind of role will she be playing?  Party wh…”

“Porter.”  Jethro cut her off with a growl. “We’d also like to pay for a magic ability evaluation.  There’s something special about this girl.  I can just feel it.”

“I’m sure you can.”  She pulled out the new recruit form and started jotting things down. “First thing’s first.  What’s your name miss?”

“Tri..”

“Her name is Mazzo.”  He pointed to the form while whispering to Tricia. “We go by last names here.”

“I see, yes I’m Mazzo.” She smiled innocently.

“What weapons have you mastered?”

Tricia just started laughing. “I don’t know anything about that sort of thing.”

“Any special skills?”

Tricia just shrugged. “I can make a mean mojito.”

Ezmirelda just shook her head.  “Porter it is.  How much can you carry?  Let me guess, you don’t know.  I’ll put you down for forty pounds in a pack.”

“Thanks!” Tricia said.

Ezmirelda facepalmed and then looked to Jethro.  “Look, given your recruit’s conventional abilities, are you sure you want to spend the time and the money to evaluate her magical ability?  You know the price, correct?”

“Just do it Ez.  Me and the boys will be in the training courtyard.  Trish.., I mean Mazzo, when Ezmirelda is finished with you, please head to the courtyard and tell us how you did.”

“Sure thing Jethro.  I’ll come right out.”

…

Ezmirelda brought Tricia into a special wood panelled room filled with thick leather bound books and various odd artifacts.  There were large mirrors, a globe, plenty of dead things floating in jars and at the center of it all was a brass font filled with murky water.  The receptionist was done being polite and was all business. 

She muttered and incantation and smoke bubbled from the water filled bowl. “Stick your hand in the bowl and then pull it out.  If you carry a magical talent, it will show up on the back of your hand.”

Tricia placed her hand in the bowl. “Ah, what the fuck!  That stings.”  She pulled it out and her hand smoked.  When the acrid odor and cloud dispersed the shape of a simple black square was tattooed on her hand.

“Wow.  I never would have thought you’d have such a base mark.”  Ezmirelda looked while holding Tricia’s hand gingerly.  “You see, the more ornate a mark is, the further the subject is away from the source of power, or mana as it’s called.  The most powerful mark is the circle, having only one side, then the triangle and so on.  Your mark only has four sides, very connected with the arcane.”

“Good, right?”

“Yes.  Now the involved part, there are thirty different magical concentrations, and we have to find out which ones you have potential in.”

Time dragged on as Ezmirelda performed low level magic spells to see what Tricia was good at.  Every spell indicated no match.

“Ez, I’m bored.”

“Jethro has paid a tidy sum of money to find out your abilities Mazzo, and now that I’m coming up with nothing, I’m probably more curious about you than he is.  How about this!”  She fired off another small magic circle to only have it quickly dissipate. She slumped. “Bitch…”

“Maybe you’re not doing it right.”

“I’m doing it right.”  The slender receptionist sighed. “Let's try healing as a last one and then we’ll take a twenty minute break.  Then come back and do the rest.”  The next magic circle was very simple, a triangle and a circle spun around a central axis.  Ezmirelda cast the spell and the entire room flashed with bright white light.  Wind howled from nowhere in particular.  Dust devils formed out of loose sheets of paper.

“What the fuck is going on Miss Ez?!”

“No need to use profanity!” She screamed back.  A few moments later they saw that the source of light was Tricia’s new mark, it glowed white to yellow, then finally to red and then the original black.

“Ummmm.  Right, I guess there’s no need to look at your other abilities, it seems like your entire mana connection is devoted to healing.”

From outside the room they both heard a scream.  The two girls rushed outside to see a blond man standing over Jethro who was gripping the stump of where his hand used to be.  His hand was on the ground.

The man towered over Jethro. “That’s what happens to men who pinch the ass of one of my party members!”  He had a hatchet in his hands, dripping with blood.  

“It was just a joke, man.  Man, that hurts.  A lot!  Argh!”  Jetrho writhed in pain. “Can someone get a healer!?”

Ezmirelda looked at Tricia.  “Mazzo, it's time to do your thing.”

“What are you talking about?  I’m no doctor.”

The receptionist dragged Tricia to the ground and handed her Jethro’s hand.  “Join the stump and the hand and imagine the wound healing.  Release your energy into your hands.  You better hurry.  If the hand loses too much blood you may not be able to save it.”

“Ew.  Gross.”  She gingerly held the bloody hand of Jethro to his spurting stump.  She barely imagined the healing process and a miracle occured.  Flesh and bone extended and engaged with the missing part.  Jethro screamed as his disconnected nerve endings reconnected to his brain.  Soon the hand made a fist and then its fingers wiggled.

Jethro looked in amazement at his reattached hand.  Where Gunther had severed it, there was only a line of fresh pink skin.  He stared in rage at the tall muscular warrior.  “I’m going to kill you.”

“Eh, I’d like to see you try.”  Gunther grunted.

“Boys boys!” Tricia put up her hands. “There’s no harm done.  Well - it’s undone now.  Jethro, you go play with your swords and I’ll have a chat with this man to make sure there’s no sore feelings.

“But Mazzo.”  Jethro pleaded. “You don’t know this guy…he’s…”

“Enough.  You should have thought twice about pinching some man’s girl.”  She turned and batted her eyes at the strapping young Guthner.  “Shall we?”

The man looked like a blond superhero, but wearing a renaissance faire outfit and bits of armor.  He grunted. “I’m always willing to talk to a pretty lady like yourself.  Come, I have my team in a private room at the guild.”  The hero took confident steps walking past Jethro and the other raiders without even looking at them.

Going past the magic evaluation room, Ezmirelda handed Tricia her membership card. “I marked down your S-rank healing ability as already confirmed, Mazzo, no need for Jethro to tell me it worked when I saw it first hand.  Good job.”

Tricia couldn’t help putting a little bit of a sneer into her smile to the receptionist. “Thank you so much sugar.  I knew you could do it.”  She winked and waved. “Toodles.”

Tricia had a smug look on her face and walked like a fashion model behind the hero as they continued to his private room in the guild.  While her exterior was calm, her body was starting to ache from looking at Gunther’s muscular ass and legs as he walked.  The man wore pants that revealed every muscle group.  At his side he wore a short sword and a hatchet.  He had broad shoulders and long blonde curly locks of hair.  She felt a need to touch this man.

He stopped at a room and opened the door.  Inside stood three women leaning over a large map laid out on a table.  Each of them looked up.  They were incredibly beautiful and Tricia immediately felt the fear of not being the prettiest one in the room.  She calmed herself and smiled.

Gunther spoke. “Comrades, this is a new recruit for the Crimson Raiders, Miss Mazzo.  She’s here to have a chat with me about Jethro pinching Aneena on the bum.”  He smiled and turned to Tricia.  “Miss, these are my sisters in arms.  This is Lizzy Graetz,  Aneena Orsini, and Phlox Gerathrix.”  Lizzy was red haired and brown eyed wearing a red cloth and leather outfit,  at her side she wore a saber which seemed to be a popular weapon in this region.  Aneena Orsini had black hair and purple eyes and had incredible curves.  She wore many accessories and bangles that made Tricia think she was a witch.  Phlox was the most exotic.  She wore the least clothing, just a ribbon of cloth wrapped around her to cover her chest and pelvic area.  Areas of her skin were green and scaly, rather than alabaster white.  She had a long thick tail that she kept in her lap.  Despite her exotic features, she was just as stunning as the other two.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”  She walked to Aneena and bowed. “I am so sorry for my captain’s reprehensible behavior.  I’ll have a talk with him to make sure it won’t happen again.”

Aneena made a cat-like smile. “I’m sure Gunther’s hatchet made sure he will not touch me again.  Most adventures are dogs who don’t know their place.  He was lucky that Gunther took action, or I would have killed him where he stood.”

Gunther laughed. “I’m not so sure, you ran off before you could see what Mazzo could do.  She reattached his severed hand in only a moment.  It was incredible.”  He put his hand around Tricia’s shoulder, making her heart beat out of her chest. “It’s a shame she can’t be a member of our party.”

“Why is that Mr. Hero?”

He got close. “Please.  Call me Gunther.  All my friends do.”

“Alright, Gunther.”  Her heart did a flip flop.  Finally a real honest hero.  Look at him.  So muscular and dashing.  If I hadn’t gotten engaged to John I would have jumped all over you.  “Why would you want me in your party?”

“Your healing is exceptional.  I’ve never seen anything like it in all my years of questing.”  He put his hands on her upper arms. “You could make a real difference in the battle against the demon lord if you were a member.  People are suffering out there at the hands of the increasing danger of the demon horde.  I’m creating a party to go all the way to his tower and slay him.  The hero’s party has the three most deadly individuals in the kingdom, and then there’s me.”  He smiled. “Secondly, you’re really very pretty.”

“Aren’t you already satisfied in that department?” She giggled. “They’re much prettier than I am.”  The girls smiled at the compliment.

“Ah, I guess I’m a bit greedy in that respect.”  He looked intently at her with big deep blue eyes. “I’m serious though.  I think you’re being wasted with those curs. If you ever think of changing the world for the better, come see us.  I’m staying at the Broken Plough.”

“That’s quite an offer Mr. Hero, I mean Gunther.  Ladies, I hope to see you again.  Gunther.”  She bowed and walked out of the room, her cheeks flush and her heart racing.

…

Gunther stood naked in front of Tricia in the dim lamp light of his private room at the Broken Plough. He looked like an adonis.  The woman had put on a large cloak and snuck out of the Tipped Brazier just a few minutes previously.  When she came to the counter of the fancy inn, she noticed a man with short dark hair wearing local clothing.  No it couldn’t be John.  He would be wearing a t-shirt and jeans and not that black armor. She hesitated and just wanted to double check, but he was gone in the crowd.  Now she had found Gunther’s room.  When she knocked, he was there alone and getting ready to have dinner with the girls.  Now they were alone together.

He passed his hands through her silky hair.  “I’m surprised you came so soon to see me.  Now I know for sure the Crimson Raiders are scum.”

“Well, I don’t want to talk too much about them.”  Her eyes sparkled as Gunther undid the strings to her outfit. “I came because you said I could make a real difference.  They simply wanted me to be a porter, and I can’t carry that much, so I felt they were just going to use me.”  Also cheating on someone with one person is better than cheating on someone with four men, right?

“You’re a very smart girl Mazzo.”

“Ugh, my first name is Tricia, use that name.”

He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into a forceful kiss.  Tricia melted into him and her slime in her womb fluttered in hunger. “And you’re incredibly sexy too, Tricia.”

“What about the other girls in your party?”  She looked up at him, breathing in his musk. “Won’t they be jealous?”

“We have an agreement.  I’m obligated to provide them comfort whenever they request it.  In return I’m given some … flexibility.”  He squeezed her ass with powerful hands.  “All parties are satisfied.”

“I suppose that’s fine.”  She looked out the window. “If I join your party, I’m going to ask you to make an oath to me.  It’s not too much.  All I ask is that you swear to keep our … private moments a secret.  Swear on your honor you won’t speak of our dalliance.  My heart belongs to another, and when he finds me, I will start my life with him.  Is that a deal?”

“I never would have.  But if you require an oath, then so be it.  I swear on my honor as a knight and hero that our physical relationship will be kept a complete secret.”  He held up his hand on heis heart. “I hope you find your true love.”

Tricia jumped on him and showered him with kisses.  Her hands slid over every inch of his muscular body before reaching his engorged cock.  “You’re so big Gunther.”  Again, Fatty the goblin came out on top, but this one will do.  Anyway Gunther’s way hotter and smells so good.  “It’s so hot in here.”

“Let me open the window.”  Gunther opened the primitive glass window and cool air filled the room.  He took Tricia and bent her over, forcing her head out of the window.  

She felt him roughly peel away her bodice, letting her breasts free.  He cupped and massaged them, ending with soft pinches.  A few seconds later her panties were down by her ankles and his cock was pistoning in and out of her pussy.”

“I love it when a girl is wet as a swamp like you are.  You’re the perfect marriage between sweet and sexy.”

“Mphhh.”  To be used so roughly made her event more turned on.  She hoped no one would hear.

Down on the street she saw a familiar person getting thrown out of the Broken Plough’s front door.  Jethro was stuck in the mud of the town square and fighting mad, but the bouncers in the Plough overpowered him.  He looked up and saw her.

“Tricia, why are you up there?”

“I’m, t…talking with the hero’s party.”  She bit her finger and shuddered under every pounding thrust of Guther’s cock.

“How could you do that!?  You were part of our team?  What are you doing?  What’s going on?”

“N..nothing!”  She feigned indignance. “Are … are you insinuating something?”

“Hi Jethro.”  Gunther popped his head out the window.  Tricia moaned in embarrassment and lust. 

“You asshole!  You took my girl!”

“You are a little man who doesn't deserve a beautiful smart girl like her.  Doesn’t she look perfectly happy with her new party?  Jethro, this is what happens when you treat women with disrespect.  You lose them.  Isn’t that right Tricia?”  He railed her even harder, making her head whip from the forceful thrusts. 

“Y…yes my hero.  Argh!”

“See Jethro, she had her first orgasm with me in front of you, that was quick, but we’re not nearly done here.  Have a good night Jethro.”  Gunther pulled her away from the window.  Jethro screamed impotently and stormed off to his old inn.

…

As John walked down the hall he heard the moans of a couple making love.   The walls shook every second.  He muttered to himself as he headed down for dinner with his party.  “Man, I hope I can make Tricia feel that way on our wedding night.”