A Party Forms pt 4.

Chapter 7 -A Party Forms pt 4.-

As the carriage rolled to a stop, Seraphina and Adalwolf disembarked, the knight carrying a bag of bandages and herbal medicines. The tantalizing aroma of breakfast filled the air as they approached the farmhouse.

A swift knock echoed on the door, with a prompt response from a radiant Alice. The scent of morning cooking prompted a grin from Adalwolf.

"Good morning, Alice. How is he?" Seraphina inquired.

"He's surprisingly well. A night's rest worked wonders; he's already on the mending path," Alice replied.

While Alice spoke, Seraphina's expression revealed hidden annoyance, unaware that her concern for Jabulani was seemingly unnecessary.

Adalwolf, with a sly chuckle, looked Alice up and down. "A night in bed, you say? I bet he enjoyed a nice, long, deep sleep," the beastkin teased, drawing attention to Alice's nightgown, which was torn just beneath the thighs fo give a more sensual appeal.

Alice blushed slightly at Adalwolf's scandalous remark, adjusting her disheveled nightgown with a sheepish smile. "Well, he did rest peacefully, and it seems to have done wonders," she admitted.

As the trio entered the farmhouse, the scent of breakfast grew stronger. Even the way Alice walked didn't escape the discerning eyes of the knight and magus. Her hips swayed sensually, each footstep softer and more elegant than before.

Seraphina was puzzled by this sudden transformation, considering they had barely been gone through the night.

The trio reached the kitchen, where they found Jabulani sitting at the table next to his father, who coincidentally was looking away and mumbling to himself. As the group settled in the kitchen, Jabulani looked up with a warm smile. "Good morning, everyone. I appreciate your concern, but I'm feeling much better," he reassured them.

"Hello, Mayor," the knightess greeted the older man, who mumbled in response, barely acknowledging her presence.

"Pay him no mind; he isn't happy that Sir Jabulani volunteered to stay and help the village and farm without accepting any payment," explained Alice.

Adalwolf, looking confused, interjected, "Wait, why wouldn't you be happy about that?"

Alice sighed, placing plates on the table for everyone. "Because Sir Jabulani refused any form of payment. To my dear father-in-law, that's no different than a charity handout, something my father despises," she said, managing a wry smile.

"Now, we should still have enough for everyone if I take away from the larger portion I was originally setting aside for Sir Jabulani," Alice added, smiling cheekily as she prepared the table.

As the two women settled around the kitchen table, the mayor continued mumbling to himself, seemingly oblivious to the lively conversation. Alice took her place at the table next to Jabulani, naturally gravitating closer to him than one normally would.

"It's strange," the knightess mused, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"What is?" Adalwolf inquired, his eyes fixated on the food.

"Jabulani should still be very weak, but he appears perfectly fine as if the previous night never happened. In fact, I'd say he looks stronger than ever," Seraphina answered.

Adalwolf grinned, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Maybe the shaman just needed a good fuck. If he'd been getting it regularly, he wouldn't be so miserable," she remarked, her comment earning a stern glare from Seraphina and a guilt-looking expressive stare from Alice.

"That's an inappropriate remark, Adalwolf," the knightess chided her.

Adalwolf shrugged and replied, "Well, maybe that's what she needs."

Alice's face turned scarlet at Adalwolf's blunt accusation.

Adalwolf burst into laughter. "Come on, girl, I'm just poking fun at you—no harm done." Despite her words, Adalwolf caught the lingering scent of her alpha, Jabulani, all over Alice's body, suggesting she hadn't bathed after their sex, or more likely, they had just finished within the past hour or two.

The rest of the morning's breakfast unfolded peacefully. Seraphina and the mayor engaged in discussions about the tasks necessary to restore the village. Jabulani, absorbed in contemplation, ate silently, drinking every detail of the conversations around him. Meanwhile, Adalwolf playfully teased Alice at intervals, causing her to blush repeatedly.

As breakfast concluded, Alice went around the table to collect the dishes. When she reached the beastkin, a whisper reached the widow's ear, "So, did you have fun?"

"W...what are you talking about?" Alice questioned, her voice quivering as her mind drifted to the events that had transpired in the wee hours of the morning.

"You're a terrible liar, and you've got the scent of a female who had just been bre..." Before she could finish her sentence, Jabulani spoke up.

"That's enough, Adalwolf," Jabulani declared with a stern expression. The she-wolf lowered her head, wearing a saddened expression as she received a scolding from her alpha.

"Sorry, Alpha, I was only playing," she apologized, bowing her head in shame.

"You should just keep it on moderation; no, you should apologize to Alice," Jabulani replied.

The she-wolf bowed her head and apologized to the blushing widow.

After Adalwolf's scolding, the atmosphere shifted slightly. As Alice collected the dishes, she felt a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

"Let's redirect our attention to the plans for the village," Seraphina proposed. "Jabulani has generously offered to stay and assist with the village's recovery. This presents a valuable opportunity for us to explore the forest further. We'll rely on your teleportation ability to increase travel between here and our Lord's estate, saving time and enabling us to fulfill other duties efficiently."

"Indeed, there's much to do, and I have no qualms about transporting us between destinations once or twice a day. The real concern is, will you two be safe out there without me? We can't afford a repeat of the hydra incident," Jabulani responded, his gaze shifting between Seraphina and Adalwolf.

"Yes, we were caught unawares by the hydra; I'd say we will be far more prepared now, given the experience we've gained since," Seraphina explained.

"Don't forget that hydra was fae-touched, not just a regular hydra. What if there are more greater fae-touched creatures?" Jabulani responded, his eyes reflecting a concern that went beyond their previous encounter.

"Wait... the bandits! Didn't we just discover there was a beholder involved in their leadership? What if the beholder itself is also fae-touched?" Seraphina nearly yelled as she stood up, the realization dawning upon her.

"That's a possibility..." the shaman responded.

"Even if that is the case, we can just get the alpha to get super glowy and blow them up like he did with the hydra," Adalwolf suggested with a nonchalant grin, attempting to inject a touch of humor into the serious discussion.

Jabulani rose from his seat and made his way to the front door, declaring, "I'll go inform His Grace that I'm in better shape now." He turned to the mayor, who had maintained silence throughout. "As a gesture of repayment, while I'm here working on the village's recovery, may I stay in this house? I'll occupy one of the guest rooms to make things more convenient."

The mayor, considering the proposal, agreed, "Seems reasonable. Feel free to choose a room for yourself."

"Additionally, I have a personal maid, a courtesy from the Duke. I'd like to bring her here to assist with cooking and cleaning," Jabulani requested, receiving a nod of approval from the elderly mayor.

"Very well then. Adalwolf and I will need to replace our armor and weaponry, considering the damage sustained in yesterday's fight." Seraphina followed behind Jabulani as she spoke.

Adalwolf rose, joining Jabulani near the doorway. "If it's alright, Alpha, I'd prefer to stay here while Seraphina and I explore the forest," she requested.

Jabulani turned towards Adalwolf, clarifying, "Permission isn't mine to grant; it depends on the mayor and Alice. We might be pushing their hospitality by all staying in their home."

Adalwolf sighed, her ears and tail drooping sadly. "Understood, Alpha."

Jabulani reassured her, "It's fine. She fought just as hard as Seraphina and you to protect the village from the hydra. The mayor has offered us plenty of rooms, so all three of you can stay here while working."

"We appreciate your generosity, but don't worry about me. I need to be back at the Duke's estate when I'm not in the forest so the shaman can teleport me between here and there in the morning and at night," Seraphina declined the mayor's offer to stay.

With the lodging matter settled, the trio stepped outside. Jabulani cast his cloud-walking spell, and a strong circular gust of wind enclosed them, transporting the carriage and all from the village back to the estate.

Upon reaching the estate, Seraphina and Adalwolf headed to the training grounds to acquire new armor while Jabulani went to the Duke's office. The Lord was seated at his desk when Jabulani entered.

"Your Grace, I've come to report that I've healed from my injuries," Jabulani started.

"That's good news to hear. From the way Seraphina spoke, I didn't expect you back on your feet for days, if not weeks," the Duke replied in genuine shock.

"The healing process was expedited through a blend of my Xandari physiology and my shamanic magic."

Jabulani delved into the details of his encounter with the fae-touched hydra, describing the arcane battle and the specific spell he employed to defeat the creature. As he narrated, the Duke listened attentively, absorbing the nuances of the encounter and the shaman's strategic prowess.

Transitioning seamlessly, Jabulani shared his theories about his lands' deep connection with the Fae realm. He expounded on the Spellgazer, expressing concerns about its potential fae-touched nature, which, if true, would escalate the existing dangers beyond his initial understanding.

The Duke's expression shifted from curiosity to a more contemplative demeanor as he processed this information. "Intriguing and concerning, Jabulani," he remarked.

"Your Grace, remember, neither hydras nor spellgazers are of the Fae, so the original idea of someone putting them in your territory most likely still holds to be the truest. The fact they became Fae-touched was just a coincidence that proves I'm needed here more now than ever."

The Duke leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. "Continue your investigations, Jabulani, and keep me informed of any developments. The safety of our lands and people is of paramount importance. "

Following that, Jabulani exited the Duke's office and ascended the stairs to the guest room. He knocked on the door, the very room where the elven ranger had sought refuge after he rescued her from the bandits' sex **** camps.

The door creaked open cautiously, revealing the elven ranger's wary eyes. "Jabulani, what brings you here?" she asked, her tone a mixture of curiosity and caution.

"I wanted to check on you, make sure you're doing okay," Jabulani replied, his gaze reflecting concern.

She nodded slightly, appreciating the gesture. "I appreciate your concern, but I'm still not sure if I'm ready to join your party or trust anyone fully just yet."

"Well then, trust me partially, and rest assured you'll be surrounded and protected by two other women who would intervene if you ever feel I'm acting out of line towards you."

She pondered for a moment before responding, "I'll think about it."

Jabulani nodded, leaving her room as he headed toward his own. To his surprise, Lady Victoria stood outside his door, silently praying for his speedy recovery alongside Filia.

"My Lord," she greeted him, her eyes lighting up as he approached.

"Filia, Lady Victoria, it's a pleasure to see you ladies as always."

"I heard about your battle with the hydra. Seraphina informed us that you were injured, but we're both relieved to see you back on your feet so quickly."

Jabulani smiled as Filia expressed her concerns, appreciating her warmhearted greeting.

"It was a dangerous battle, but my duty is to protect the ladi...the people of this territory," he responded, glancing between Victoria and Filia.

As he stepped closer, he secretly let his hand slide over and gently caress Filia's booty. She blushed a bright red, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment, yet she didn't complain or rebuke his advances.

"My lord, may I inquire as to how you managed to recover so quickly?" Lady Victoria inquired.

"Lady Victoria, did you already forget I'm a shaman? Remember the day we met? After rescuing you and your mother from the bandits, I healed the knight Edmund."

"Oh, of course. How could I forget such a momentous occasion?" Lady Victoria blushed as her mind drifted back to her first meeting with Jabulani, recalling his kindness, bravery, and generosity.

"Now, the reason I came back was simply to get Filia. We are going to be spending a few days in one of the more distraught villages as I work to restore it, and I wish for you to continue as my personal maid," Jabulani explained, his hand still groping and squeezing the maiden's behind while being out of Lady Victoria's field of vision.

Filia's eyes widened, her expression revealing her excitement at the prospect of traveling with Jabulani.

Lady Victoria's response was slightly delayed, her mind distracted as her gaze lingered on Jabulani's muscular chest and shoulders. She snapped back to reality, a slight blush forming as Jabulani, seeing how the lady was distracted, gave the maid's booty a firm smack, eliciting a gasp from her.

"Now, Lady Victoria, I must say it does honor me to know the daughter of a duke was worried for even an outsider like me."

Jabulani gave Lady Victoria a genuine smile as he felt Filia's buttocks, watching the woman's eyes flutter shut, and her lips part in a silent moan.

"O-of course. My father hired you, after all, and it's only right to care about the well-being of those who are working to help our people," Lady Victoria replied, trying to maintain her composure.

"If there is nothing else, my lady, I need to discuss more with my maid," Jabulani stated respectfully, removing his hand from the maid's behind and signaling her to enter his bedroom.

"Ah, yes, that would be all. Have a safe trip, Jabulani." Lady Victoria curtsied, bidding him farewell. As she turned and walked away, a smile played across her lips, her heart beating a little faster as she relished the memory of Jabulani's warm, caring smile.

Upon entering the bed chamber, Filia quickly fell to her knees and stuck her tongue out. "Master, I've been a good girl!" She said before he even closed the door behind him.

"So you have," Jabulani said, patting her head gently.

"And as a reward, you can suck on my cock," he declared, his words sending a shiver down her spine as he pulled his meat stick out.

She eagerly obeyed, licking his shaft up and down with fervor, worshipping the rod that had given her so much pleasure. Her mouth was so hot and wet, her tongue expertly teasing his tip, driving him crazy with lust.

As she licks his shaft, she notices that it tastes differently than usual, "Master...little master tastes...strange..." She mumbled in between slurps.

Jabulani laughed. "That's because I didn't wash it before coming here; you're tasting my dried cum mixed with another woman's juices," a grin grew on his face as he spoke.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she blushed a deep shade of red, her face burning with a mix of arousal and shock.

"Master, please don't abandon me! I can do better!" She said, now slamming her head down onto his cock, purposely making louder slurping and ganging noises as her suction got stronger.

Jabulani chuckled, enjoying her eagerness to please him.

"You aren't being replaced, and you aren't being thrown out. But you're not the only cumslut im going to have. You're the first, making you special and precious to me."

Filia beamed with joy, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of happiness as her heart filled with love and pride. She had been a good girl, and now her master rewarded her by telling her that she would remain his favorite forever.

"Thank you, master! Thank you so much!" She exclaimed, her voice choked with emotion.

As you enjoyed your slutty maid, another knock on your door came, followed by a voice, lady Cassandra calling out to you.

"Master, it's Lady Cassandra," Filia says, reluctantly letting go of his cock.

"You may come in, milady," Jabulani replied, pushing Filia's head back onto my cock.

He watched as she walked into the room, her movements smooth and graceful, her dress clinging to her curves in all the right places.

As Lady Cassandra opens the door and steps in, she freezes in place as she notices Filia working your manhood like a seasoned prostitute.

"Filia... i..." the wife of the Duke just stood there watching in shock. Her mouth slightly parted as one of her hands rose and pressed her finger against her lips. Instinctively, her finger slowly traced her lips before penetrating her mouth and brushing against her tongue. A blush appeared on the lady Cassandra's face as it was visually apparent that she was pent up.

Jabulani grinned at her reaction, enjoying the way she was getting flustered.

"Yes, milady?" He asked innocently, playing with Filia's hair, twirling it between his fingers.

"I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I...I...I," she replied, losing her train of thought.

"No, I'm the one who should apologize; I just needed a release after yesterday's battle and then being bedridden." You grabbed Filia by the head and took control of her bobbing. The shaman made her slowly go from the very tip all the way down the base, causing gagging. He was purposefully giving Lady Cassandra the full view of all 10 inches of his thick black cock. "I really needed this release, so thank you for giving Filia to me as my personal maid; she has proven to be very good at her job."

Lady Cassandra's legs began to rub together as her tongue covered her finger in saliva, and her cheeks turned crimson red, "n...no, it's my fault for bothering you. I...I just wanted to know ho..." Before the duchess could finish speaking, Jabulani let out a loud moan as he came into Filia's mouth. As he pulled his dick out of the maid's mouth, strands of both saliva and thick gooey semen continued to connect his dick to the roof of her mouth and tongue. Filia turned her head towards Lady Cassandra, opening her mouth and showing the sloppy cavern that was in her mouth. Clung to the walls and hung downward.

"Sorry about the mess," he said apologetically. "Would you like a taste?" Filia held out her tongue and wagged it around.

The lady Cassandra's hand shot upward and covered her mouth as her eyes went wide.

"I... I couldn't...I couldn't possibly." She shook her head.

"Don't tease the lady of the house like that, Filia; now swallow like a good girl," Jabulani said to the sluttly maid.

"Yes, daddy." The maid closed her mouth and swallowed audibly, the sound echoing through the room.

"That's a good girl." He patted her head lovingly.

"Now, what was it you were asking me, milady?

"Oh, um, nothing... never mind," Lady Cassandra muttered, her eyes glued to the large, still erect cock pointing at her.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded.

"Okay, well then, Fillia needs to go get her things; we will be heading back to Oakwood Village in thirty minutes."

"What about the bandits?" She asked.

"I am still putting the attacking team together. I just need for the final member to join us, and then we hit them, so there is no need for me to be here."

Lady Cassandra's face turned crimson red as she quickly turned her body away from Jabulani.

"I see...I will let you continue doing your business then, Jabulani." With that, she practically sprinted out the door and closed it.

As the duchess left, Jabulani noticed that Filia was pouting.

"What's wrong, my dear?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"D...do you want to fuck Lady Cassandra?" Filia asked, worried. "I saw how you were looking at her, and she is without a doubt the curves women around these parts."

"Yes, she will soon join you in worshipping my cock."

"But...but what about me, Daddy," Filia asked, looking down and clutching her hands close to her chest.

"What are you talking about? You will still be my personal slut; I'm not going to break up her marriage but just turn her into my cumslut to fuck when I want, Jabulani stated, grabbing Filia by the chin and forcing her to look you in the eyes. "And nothing is going to happen to you, no matter how many cumholes I get."

"Yes, Daddy, I'm sorry, I trust you," Filia says, her eyes lighting up with lust and joy.

"Good. Now, when did you start calling me daddy?" he questioned.

"I don't know, I just felt right."

"Well, if it feels right to you, then I won't stop you.."

"Thank you, Daddy," she said, smiling and snuggling into him, slowly kissing the bare skin of his chest.

"You are very welcome, Filia," you said, patting her on the head. "Now go pack what you need; you'll stay in Oakwood Village with me while I'm working there."

"Yes, Daddy," she said, quickly rising and hurrying out of the room.

You walk over to a nearby door leading out onto a balcony where he stares off over a field of floors and towards the forest as he thinks about the future of the estate and the people you met here.

"I can't wait to have all those women sucking on my dick. It's going to be fun fucking every woman in this estate and making them my personal sluts."

After a while, a knock echoes through the room, accompanied by a voice.

"Sir Jabulani, can I come in?"

"Come in," he replied, turning to observe the door swing open.

In walked the Elven ranger, appearing somewhat meek.

"Well...this was certainly unexpected."

The Elven archer hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I've been thinking about your offer. I'll join your party."

Jabulani nodded appreciatively, "I'm glad to hear that. But now, I'll need you to tell me your name."

The elf did not look him in the eye, obviously debating with herself before finally answering, "Aisling."

Jabulani simply nodded, taking in Aisling's current appearance. She was small and slender, wearing only a white shirt.

"But first, I need you to take me back to the bandit encampment. They stole my elven bow and armor, and I want them back!" Aisling exclaimed, determination in her voice.

Jabulani considered Aisling's request, his gaze thoughtful. "Alright, we can retrieve your belongings. But I burned that place to the ground, so it might already be destroyed.

Aisling shook her head, "My clothing and bow are elven-made, enchanted to withstand anything lower than high-level spells, and I'd be pretty surprised to hear that you used such spells against a bunch of bandits.

Jabulani acknowledged her point with a slight smile. "Fair enough. We'll head back and see what's left. Just be prepared for anything."

Jabulani extended his hand towards the elf, and as she clasped it, a whirlwind enveloped them, swift and turbulent. When it dissipated, they found themselves standing amidst the charred remnants of the bandit encampment.

Aisling surveyed the scene with a mix of relief and disappointment. "It seems you did manage to destroy much of it," she remarked, her keen elven eyes scanning the area.

"Let's search what remains. Your bow and armor might have survived the flames."

"That won't be necessary; I can hear it. My bow is calling out to me," Aisling declared, closing her eyes and beginning to stride forward.

Jabulani followed Aisling as she moved through the remnants of the bandit camp. Aisling suddenly stopped, her eyes snapping open. "There," she whispered, pointing towards a pile of burnt debris. "My bow survived."

Jabulani, intrigued, watched as Aisling carefully unearthed her elven bow from the ashes, her small but cute booty waving in the air. Despite the intense flames that had consumed the camp, the bow seemed untouched, its magical enchantments resilient.

"That's impressive craftsmanship," Jabulani commented.

"Elven smiths are unparalleled," Aisling replied, running her fingers over the bow as if reacquainting herself with an old friend. "Now, my armor," she continued, her gaze narrowing as she scanned the surroundings. "It should be nearby."

As they searched, Aisling's acute elven senses guided her toward a partially intact chest beneath a charred wooden beam. With careful movements, she opened it, revealing her elven armor, remarkably preserved amidst the destruction.

Aisling's expression softened as she retrieved the armor, a connection to her heritage. "Thank you for helping me reclaim these," she said, a genuine smile breaking through. "I can't wait to put them on again," she added, her eyes meeting Jabulani's.

"Ummm, could you just..." the elf began, signaling for him to turn around.

Jabulani obliged, turning around to give Aisling some privacy as she pulled off the white shirt and adorned her elven armor. The soft clinks of the armor being fastened filled the air, and after a moment, she spoke.

"All right, you can turn back now."

As Jabulani turned to face her again, Aisling appeared in a sleek ensemble. Clad in form-fitting green fabric that gracefully ended just below her A cup, the garment was secured by a stylish brown leather belt. The material ascended, elegantly covering her chest and circling around the back of her neck. Adorning her chest diagonally, a brown leather belt extended to a quiver, gracefully opening around her left shoulder with golden buckles.

For her lower half, Aisling donned short brown pants, daringly reaching just past her crotch and fastened by a matching belt adorned with golden buckles. Completing the ensemble, thigh-high brown leather boots, intricately laced up, adorned her feet. To top it off, leather gloves graced her left hand.

Aisling catches Jabulani studying her attire, and she instinctively tenses, stepping back. The memory of her violation in the bandits' camp flashes before her, causing her to clench up and react defensively.

Seeing Aisling's discomfort, Jabulani takes a single step back, giving her space. "Are you sure you're ready for this? You dont need to rush or push yourself," he says, his tone sincere.

Aisling looks up, her expression softening. "Yes, I'm sure," she replies, her voice firm. "I need to do this."

With a decisive nod, Jabulani extended his hand once more, and Aisling, a bit more hesitant this time, took it. In a swift motion, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, they found themselves back at the estate.

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A/N: I know I said "Unbroken" would be the next update, but when I went back to check it, I realized I wasn't as far along as I originally thought. Upon seeing how far behind "A Shaman's Pet" was, I decided to focus on catching it up.