A Certain Lifestyle

We spent much of the day talking about my mother, my life in Blue-Rock, the adventurer’s life, and so much more. I learned things about my mother that I had never imagined, the first time she explored a dungeon and ended up blind for a week after, the pranks she played on members of the temple with her water spirit, and the epic tale of her defeating Berrin Axe-Hands in single combat. I was enraptured in their tellings, and I shared with them, my past in the village, what my mother was like, her relationship with Canis which made them smile, and finished with my most recent struggles.

As we talked, Opal seemed fond of hugging me close to her and both women would not stop stroking my hair despite my protests. Korin shared the story of our encounter and journey together, sharing the embarrassing moments from my drunken states that I was not sure had acrually occurred. The dwarf tried to continue with his tales from the mines and his embellishments of how he left, though the women seemed to be more interested in hearing about me and my life.

It turned out that the lavishly decorated room did not come that way as part of the temple, parties could rent or purchase rooms in the temple and decorate them how they wished. It came with a general area for the party members and their guests as well as a number of smaller rooms leading from this area to serve as bedrooms or storage areas for items and treasures that they had recovered. One of the six rooms had been converted into a vault of sorts, when Bella showed it to me, I was astonished by the number of chests that were brimming with coins of varying values, some human, Elven, and Dwarven; the party must have journeyed far and wide in their prime. As well as the chests were gemstones, delicately carved weapons, and items made from precious metals. The amount of wealth that was kept in the room must have been enough to purchase my entire village ten times over.

Opal and Bella were all that was left of their party that they started after first becoming adventurers, my mother had retired from the party to raise me, my father had disappeared in a dungeon during her pregnancy, another member had died shortly after, and their final compatriot had moved on to another party as theirs grew weaker. Since then, Opal and Bella had been surviving from their treasure hoard to finance the lifestyle which they seemed to enjoy. They only accepted contracts now if they grew bored from the quiet life in the city, or if they found a contract that piqued their interest such as a recently uncovered dungeon dating to before the thousand wars which they explored a couple of years ago.

As the day went on and we got to know each other better, Korin decided to help himself to the liquor behind the small bar that the two women maintained; having a sniff of a few bottles, he grinned when he found a dwarven spirit and eagerly began to gulp down the strong liquid. The women were apparently impressed by his constitution and Opal found a bottle of wine that she was fond of. She poured cups for herself and Bella, another for me that she **** down my throat once I tried to object to more ****. Haven't I had enough punishment this week?

We grew drunker as day fell to night and the moon waxed in the dark blanket of the night sky. Korin insisted on trying his dwarven charm on Bella, she thoroughly rebuked him, however, by patting him on the head and telling him how funny little dwarves could be. Korin was not the only one trying their charm, I was sure that Opal was flirting with me, her advances becoming less subtle as she drank more of the wine. She would press her chest against me as she stroked my hair, insisting that I feel the softness of her dress as she ran her hands across my clothing, giggling at nearly everything I said. I couldn’t help but become aroused at her flirtations, she was such a beautiful woman and my mind wandered with possibilities.

Eventually it had grown late, and the women had allowed Korin and I to stay in the spare bedrooms. Whilst I struggled to my feet in a drunken stupor, I heard Korin’s advances being rejected one more time as he tried to convince Bella to join him in his room. At the insistence of the women, I had left them to clean away the bottles that we had emptied and found the door to my room. Leaning against the wooden frame for a moment before I pushed open the door and sat on the bed. I tried to clear my head from the fuzzy aura that had clouded it from the drink, I jerk off a boot and fall backwards onto the bed releasing gasp of air. I take off my shirt and, finding it difficult to exert any more effort, I lean my head back onto the soft pillow, perhaps the comfiest thing that I have ever felt in my life.

I hear the sound of wood scraping against wood as the door opens, and look up groggily to see Opal stumbling into the room and pulling off a slipper, “Whash this… I thought it wasss my room” she slurs, giggling as she walks over and sits on my bed.

“I think I’m a…” she trails off as though lost in thought before bringing herself back to attention, “A bit dunken” she finishes, laying onto the bed with me and running her hand through my hair again

“Opal?” I ask, my eyes open to the intrusion as she inserts herself next to me on the bed, “Wha… What are you doing” I ask

“I’m tired” she pleads in an almost whining tone, rubbing a hand against my toned chest, “I can’t *hic* find my room” she adds, smiling as her finger traces my muscles “I think I’ll stay here tonight”

Despite the numerous cups of wine that had been **** down my throat that night, I feel myself stiffening as her body lies so close to mine in the bed, her hands moving across my body as I smell her lilac perfume

Opal starts fidgeting in the bed, her hands reaching behind her, “Uh, what’s wrong?” I ask, my face flushing with embarrassment as I see her breasts shaking with her movements

“My dresh” she slurs, turning around so that her buttocks are pressed into my crotch. She giggles as she feels the excitement in my pants, “I can’t shleep in it, too uncon… uncomfat… uncomfortable” she finally manages, gesturing with a hand to the buttons on the back of the dress that fasten it.

I feel a lump blocking my throat as I struggle to speak, “Uh, yeah. I can… yeah” I say as my hands reach forward to fumble with the buttons, managing to unbutton the dress. Opal slides her body out of the silk, dropping it to the floor to reveal her athletic figure in tightly fitting undergarments that seemed to have an elven design in the flickering candlelight of the room. She turns her body back over so that she is facing me, I struggle to keep my eyes from her cleavage that almost spills from her bra.

She smiles at me and leans forward to give me a drunken kiss; her lips painted in a red gloss as they rub themselves against mine. I’m shocked for a moment, my excitement growing as my hand instinctively moves to her slim waist. After a while of enjoying her lips, her tongue pushing to enter my mouth I gently push her away and take a breath

“Opal… I can’t” I whisper, wanting nothing more than to return my lips to hers, “I have a… a… an Elsie” I say, the image of the beautiful red-haired girl from my village filling my mind for a moment. I feel a deep sadness at her memory as I realise that I can’t return to the village, that I might never see her again.

Opal ignores me and returns her lips to mine, her golden hair spooling into a halo around her head as her hands stroke along my chest. My member grows uncomfortably hard in my pants as I try to hold back but, unable to resist, allow my tongue to wrestle with hers. I feel her hand slowly sliding from my pectoral muscles to my abs, and further. She rests her hand against the stiffness in my pants and gives a girlish giggle before sliding it down and feeling my hard growth.

I gasp at her touch and move my hand to her voluptuous breasts, squeezing them gently over her bra. Her mouth bites down gently on my lip, letting out a pleasurable moan at my touch as she begins to slowly stroke my member. “Opal” I gasp as her lips move across my body and bite down gently against my neck.

“Yeah?” she says in a playful voice, trying to feign innocence as she moves her body on top of mine, straddling me on the bed. Her chest presses aagainst mine, she leans down to kiss me again, “Is something wrong Aucus?” she whispers, her hand still stroking against my hardness, “Such a big boy” she whispers into my ear, biting the lobe in an aggressive manner.

I feel my breathing getting faster by her actions, closing my eyes as I enjoy her touch across my body. I lie in the bed, enjoying the sensations that rush throughout me, my throbbing erection in her hand. She stops and I open my eyes, looking at her, I brush her blonde hair out of the way to see her face, to check if she’s okay. She’s asleep, her chest gently moving up and down as she lays on top of me in her undergarments with her hand resting in my pants.

I blush at the sight of it, moving gently so as not to wake her, I lay her on the bed with her head against the pillow and pull the sheet up to protect what little modesty she has left. I can’t help but think that this was probably for the best, she’s twice my age, my mother’s friend I think to myself. Looking at her though, despite the logical objections to her actions in my mind, my body does not seem to agree.

Sighing, I take one of the cushions from a chair in the room and lay it on the floor, I find a blanket and cover myself in it. Not wanting Opal to get the wrong impression if she awakes in bed next to me without any memory of this drunken encounter, I take one last look at her figure and close my eyes, going to sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed. This is for the best, right?