Not Your Average Adventuring Party

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I take a lot of inspiration from everything I consume.

Its D and D, but with a ton of LGBTQ sex!!!!!!

1. Bounty

Vernox stood still, watching the corpse of the felled beast before him for movement. Fresh red dripped from the head of the battle axe to the murky water of the swamp beneath him. Still primed for combat, he observed the silence of the wetland. Vague shapes seemed to take form in the mist, only to fade to nothing. The only sound was the dripping from the axe. scanning the far bank, he noticed a lump of blue and white fabric, half buried in the muck. Had the mage survived?

Moving forward tentatively, he kicked the gray-green hide of the creature, holding the axe at the ready. After waiting a moment, he repeated the action. The beast lay still, unmoving, thick red blood oozing from the many wounds. He lowered the axe and took a few steps back, still waiting. When he felt confident the skirmish had ended, he waded slowly through the slippery bog towards where his companion was laying.

Kneeling beside him, he grabbed his arm turning him over. A large gash traveled the side of his head, but that seemed to be the only visual injury. Reaching down, he checked for a pulse. It seemed as if the wizard had simply been knocked out. Vernox sat all the way back against a ragged crumbling tree, the tiredness washing over him. Raising his hands, he noticed they were covered in mud and moss and blood. Taking his canteen from his side, he tried to rise them as best as he could. Taking a drink, he used a little of the water to try to wash some of the blood from the elf's forehead.

He leaned against the tree again, looking toward the sky. His head was beginning to hurt, so he allowed his eyes to close for a moment. It seemed as if the very beginnings of a dream formed at the edges of his mind when his companion let out a loud groan.

The elf's eyes snapped open, and he stared for a moment into the swirling fog above them. He sat up with a yelp of pain, holding his ribs. Inari surveyed the area around him, stunned. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Vernox leaned back against the tree, now watching him out of the corner of his eye. His bare brown chest and fur kilt were covered in filth from the marsh and blood from the animal. The battle axe was also covered in gore, laying at his feet. Some of the long thinly braided strands of his coal black hair clung to his face, glued by sweat.

Off to their immediate left, the creature lay half in and out of the mud, its skull split in half, sharp shattered teeth laying on the ground. Glancing down he noticed his robe was torn, hanging off his shoulder. He too was covered in filth and blood, some of it being his own. A few of the random claw marks that covered his arms and legs still bled.

"What happened?" Inari couldn't remember anything.

"It ambushed us." Vernox grunted. "The monster grabbed you and threw you into that tree over there." He pointed at a tree not too far from the fallen creature. "Then it tried to eat you. I cut you out of its mouth and I killed it."

Inari raised his eyebrows. "Oh." That explained why he couldn't remember what happened.

"Vernox, im sorry. I didn't mean to leave you to fight it alone."

"Its not your fault. It was an ambush. If anything it's both our faults for hunting in...this." He motioned around them with a frustrated gesture. "We should know better."

Inari suddenly remembered his moon staff and began looking for it. At the edge of the muddy water it lay, half submerged in the putrid water. He went to move towards it, but the ache in his ribs stopped him short. Groaning, he crawled forward slowly and gripped the metal end of the staff and slid it out of the water. It was covered in moss and thick sediment from the shore, and he did his best to wipe it off without moving around too much.

"I think I broke my ribs." He said, looking at his friend.

"Probably when you hit that tree." Pulling a cloth from a pouch on his side, Vernox began to wipe the blade of the axe carefully.

Inari sat, observing the quiet of the marshland for a moment, grateful that they weren't travelling yet. A strand of his strawberry blonde hair fell into his face, and he brushed it back into a clump of mud there. Picking another muddied chunk off of his shoulder, he found himself longing for a bath to wash in. for now a cleaning spell would have to do, though limited.

Vernox completed his task and stood. "Let's collect our bounty." He said, walking to the felled creature. Raising his weapon, he cleaved the halved head from the creatures' shoulders with a crunch.

The mage used the staff to stand from the ground, a riot of pain in his side. Breathing heavily, he looked toward the way back. It was at least three days travel back to town, where he would be able to find a cleric to heal him. What a nightmare this was becoming. The large man was coming over to where he was standing, carrying half of the scaled head of the creature. Inari went to take a step forward, but he slipped on the muddy bank. He started to tumble, face first toward the water, but was caught before he fell by the imposing warrior. A small yipe escaped his lip due to the pain in his ribs as the head fell into the mud, making a mild splash. The elf turned his large purple eyes up towards the warrior, a strange smile on his lips.

"You saved me again." he said softly. His stare became intense, like he was looking for something in Vernox's face. A curious expression danced in his gaze, and he inclined his head slightly to the left. The warriors eyes lingered on the smaller elf, the sheer beauty of the creature not lost on him. His full lips were suddenly on Vernoxs, delivering a kiss to his lips. The big man gasped, drawing back in sudden surprise.

His purple eyes wide, the slight elf held his hands out in front of him in a insistent gesture. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean too- I didn't mean to offend you. I just..."

He didn't get to finish his apology before Vernoxs mouth clamped over his, returning the stolen kiss. A large hand tangled with his mud crusted hair as the warrior's tongue entered his mouth. He took a step forward, guiding Inari backwards carefully as he kissed him. Kneeling down in the soft moss under the gnarled tree, he pulled the elf down with him.

Inari reached down to the thick leather belt on Vernox wore at his waist and began pulling the leather through the metal clasp. He slipped the belt off and let if fall to the side, watching the brown fur slip way to reveal his dark curling hair and an already hard manhood.

Trailing kisses down his neck, nipping lightly at the milk white skin, Vernox ran his tongue the length of his throat. Tilting his head back and to the right, the elf gasped, quivering at the touch as his torn robe slid from his shoulder. Using the grip on the silken, mud filled hair, he laid the elf back gradually. His dark fingertips brushed across the soft white skin of the elf's stomach, causing it to flutter, bringing a momentary smile to his lips. Undoing the drawing on the trousers, he pulled them off quickly and tossed them to the side. His huge dark hands glided across the smooth white skin of his inner thigh. Leaning down, he licked the inner thigh all the way up to the elf's stiffening shaft.

Inaris breath caught as the big warrior took one of his balls into his mouth tenderly. Soft moans escaped his lips as the warrior worked softly, moving from one to the other. Dragging his tongue slowly up the shaft, he finally sank his mouth onto the member, applying gentle pressure. His tongue circled the tip and sent electric shocks down the mage's spine. The enormous man's braids bounced as he navigated the cock before him, encouraged by the sighs of pleasure that broke the stillness of the bog. Twitching as the tongue passed over the tip once again, he groaned at the sharp pain in his side that reminded him of his ribs. Warm and wet, the pressure continued to send waves of pleasure through him. Reaching up with one hand, he tangled his fingers Into the roots and lichen above him. with his other hand, he gripped some of the tightly woven braids in the warriors hair. The agony of his ribs and the ecstasy of the warriors mouth sent him over the edge fast.

"I'm...I'm going to...I'm going to..." He managed, his eyes fluttering closed.

Vernox continued, circling again before applying extra pressure, coaxing the elf to give him his seed. Inaris body tensed for a second, and he winced from the pain in his side again. Vernox cradled the member with his tongue, and the small elf let out a loud cry as he came in his mouth. Holding it in, he pulled the elf closer to him, spreading his legs and positioning him on his lap. Letting most of what he held in his mouth drip onto his companions lap, he used his hand to wipe the slippery substance in the elfs crevice and all across his entrance. Whatever was left, he used to slick his own swollen manhood.

The mages violet eyes grew wide for a second as the giant man went inside, and he inhaled sharply. Pulling back out slowly, then going in again, they settled into a gentle rhythm together. Resting his hand on the broad chest above him, he splayed his fingers, knocking mud from the skin. He moaned loudly as the member hit the special spot inside him. His hand, still tangled in the plants, ripped them from their beds. He could feel the dirt packing its way into his fingernails, smell the damp earth, taste the sweat as it trickled off the warrior onto his lips. He could feel the heat emanating off of the warrior in the cool air of the swamp.

Vernox grunted as he pushed in and pulled back out slowly, careful not to jolt the smaller creature too hard after his recent injury. He gazed down at the elf, noticing the long lashes that covered his closed eyes. Pale reddish hair filled with mud spread around him like a halo. He had a deep rosy flush across his lightly freckled cheeks, full pale pink lips parted as he moaned. Slightly visible was a row of perfect white teeth, which his tongue flicked across when he licked at the moisture that trickled to his lips. Tiny gems and sliver trinkets hung from the pierced lobes of his long, pointed ears. His skin was smooth and unblemished, save for the recent scratches from the monster, the deep gash in his forehead and a nasty bruise spreading across his ribs. Covered in mud, He was still exceptionally beautiful, even for an elf.

Though they had been traveling together for only a small time, they had developed a strong friendship and partnership. It didn't take long before the warrior realized how he felt about this exquisite creature. He hid his lust well however, never thinking the elf would want him back. Especially not here in the mud and the muck, covered in the blood of a monster. Vernox found himself wondering if this was a wonderful dream, or if maybe he had died fighting.

The cries from the small elf brought him back from his musings, and he felt the heat rising and bringing him closer to his release. He didn't want it to come yet- he didn't want this feeling to stop. Spreading throughout his entire frame, a ruddy hue formed in his brown cheeks. No! he thought, not yet! Unable to hold it any longer, he let It go, a deep rumble coming from his chest as he did. Eyes closed, he simply hovered there shuddering as the orgasm ran through him. Softened, he left himself slide out naturally.

Inari gave him a serene look, stretching underneath him. "wow! Do you feel better now that's off your chest?"

The big warrior smiled sheepishly, moving back in the mossy bed. "I think that might have been building for a bit."

The elf laughed his musical little laughter. He sat up in the loam, looking down at the mess covering them both and snickered again. he snapped his fingers and uttered a quick word, cleaning he blood and dirt and sweat from his skin. After doing he same for his companion, he began working on getting the mud out of his hair which seemed to be a bit more time consuming as it needed to be done chunk by chunk.

Vernox dressed himself as the mage continued to groom, standing and surveying the silent swamp again. It was still as quiet as it had been after he feeled the creature. He picked his battle axe up and replaced it into its holder across his back. Heading into the disgusting water, he bent to retrieve the head from the muck.

The mage had found his discarded clothes, using a few more quick commands and hand guestures to clean his robe and repair the rip. The soft blue fabric came back together, silver embroidery shimmering dully in the greyish light. He picked up his moon staff, wiping leaves and dirt from the large platinum moon at its tip. He pulled a cloth from one of the robes many hidden pockets and cleaned the filth from the cut stones that rested there. Black opal, charoite, sapphire, emerald, yellow diamond, orange topaz, ruby, pink tourmaline, were all set expertly the ornately crafted metal moon that topped the staff.

The large warrior returned to where the elf was sitting, carrying the mangled head. "Let get back and get paid. Im tired of this place." He held his hand out to the mage.

****

The second day of the journey dawned hot and muggy, making the aching elf even more uncomfortable. Walking was hideous, the pain in his ribs worsening over the night as he slept. Leaning heavily on the staff he stopped in the center of the gravel road, fanning his sweat covered face. breathing heavily he said to his companion:

"I need to stop for a minute." Without confirming if his friend had heard, he went and sat on large boulder with a flat enough top to be a seat. The slight breeze wasn't enough to combat the midday sun, and he fanned himself again feebly with his right hand. Gripping the staff, he leaned in and rested his forehead on the wood, groaning.

The large warrior came to stand in the grass next to the boulder the mage sat on, looking down with concern. "Should we try to get a horse?"

The mage laughed, one eye peering at up at Vernox as he rested his head. "Im not going to be able to ride a horse. I'm just going to have to deal with it."

The large man nodded, surveying the area around them. Everything seemed to be calm, so he sat in the grass next to the wizard. He pulled a piece of jerked meat from his pouch and broke it in half, offering a piece to the elf, who shook his head. Putting the piece away, he ate his, staring off into the forest.

"How come you can't just teleport us?"

"Because I don't know that town that well, and if I tried to cast without a good image in my mind, we'd just go somewhere random. Like a wall. Or mountainside." The elf raised his eyebrows in emphasis.

"Oh uh, no thanks." He continued to chew the meat, watching the bright green leaves twist around on the branches of the tall trees.

After some time had passed, the mage stood with a loud moan. "We should probably get going. I really need that cleric, I'm in a lot of pain."

****

The rest of the day passed without incident, with the two of them making the occasional stops to give the aching mage a chance to rest. Night began to fall quickly, and up ahead on the trail they could see two pinpoints of light that were likely lanterns attached to a wagon.

"Do you think its bandits?" Vernox asked quietly.

"Not the wagon, no, but who knows about the woods around it." He stopped for a second and uttered a few quick words. Slowly scanning the forest around them he shrugged. "So far, I see nothing but animals out there. I'm also not sensing any magic."

Vernox loosed the strap on his axe in case he needed to pull it quickly. The evening was warm and calm, a gentle breeze rustling the trees around them. Up ahead, there seemed to be some kind of commotion, as a mans bellowing voice floated over to them. There was a sharp crack in the night air, followed by another. The elfs ears pricked, and he shot the warrior a pointed glance.

The horse at the front of the cart neighed softly, thumping at the ground with an overgrown hoof. Nearing the stopped cart, they could see a grizzled man in dirty clothes. He was towering over a pair of elven women, threatening to whip them again.

"Ye nasty little bitches. I'll learn ya both."

The two girls were dressed in rags, and both had very a scant trace of hair on their heads, having been roughly shaven. They looked to be identical, clinging to each other in fear.

Inari stopped, grabbing Vernoxs arm hard and inclining his head towards the women.

"Hey, excuse me," he started, but the man spun around and began to wave them off.

"Tis none of your business, stranger. I'm just dealing with my property. Go on, get." He spit a dark mass at the ground at Vernoxs feet.

"Would you sell them to me?" Vernox shook the coin purse on his side meaningfully.

"Hell no, I will not sell them to you." The man barked. "These two whores are worth more than gold!" He leered.

The large man looked at his elf companion, and held his hands apart, unsure what to do next.

"Would you take a trade?" the mage asked stepping closer. "I have a magic ring that will make you invisible. I'll give it to you for them both."

The man seemed taken aback. "You let your slaves talk?" he asked Vernox, astonished.

"I'm not a slave!" The mage snapped, growing irritated with the brash man. His eyebrows knit together as his tone became patronizing. "Do you want to see the ring, or are you not interested?"

"Yeah. Let me see it, Elf." Putting the extra inflection on the last word to show his disdain, the man eyed the elf skeptically.

Taking the ring from the inside of his robe, the mage showed it to him by laying it in the palm of his hand. It was a small, made of obsidian, carved in the shape of a cat. Picking it up and putting it on his finger, he completely disappeared from sight. Reappearing again a few moments later, he held the ring between his thumb and forefinger.

"See?"

"I'll trade one of em' for that."

"Both of them." The elf barked coldly.

The old codger school his head. "One."

"Both. This is a one of a kind. Think of the possibilities this ring can provide. It's worth more than two slaves and you know it."

The man looked at the women, then back at the ring. He chewed at his lip, the difficulty of the decision weighing in his mind heavily. Finally he held his hands up, giving in to temptation.

"Ok Elf, you have a deal. Weird though it is to sell an elf to an elf." He mused. He held his dirty hand out expectantly.

Inari dropped the ring into his waiting hand, unwilling to touch the man's filthy skin. Even being this close the man had the aroma of spoiled milk and urine, and the mage couldn't help but wrinkle his nose.

The man slid the ring on to his pinky finger and immediately disappeared from view. Slipping the ring back off, he smiled a rotten toothed smile. Placing the ring in his pocket and patting it, he strode over to where the two women cowered. Grabbing the long end of the chain, he dragged them both forward, to the feet of the mage.

Terrified, the two of them held to each other, observing their new owners tensely. The one on the left had a green right eye and a blue left eye, where as her twin had a green left eye and a blue right. Both had very short platinum hair, cropped close to the skull. Torn, soiled rags covered their slender bodies, a hard layer of mud caking the soles of their bare, cracked feet.

The nasty man boarded his wagon and began to pull away, looking back as he went. "Enjoy those little skanks. I sure did meheheheh!"