He trudges back home to a nighttime adventure.

Domic trudges home. Halle had spoken briefly with him afterwards, to tell him he’s already planning for another, larger expedition the day after tomorrow, and he was the first one to be in it. On a lighter note, he had also organized a tavern gathering tomorrow night, to celebrate their recent success with the first expedition. He hoped Domic, and Izabel as well, would be able to attend. Domic returns home to find Izabel sitting on their living room couch, reading a large book.{if Izabel ****=1}{if Izabel's Love=15} She wears a loose and fluffy blue chemise, with the two uppermost string-and-loops of her deep neckline undone, revealing a polite amount of cleavage. Her legs are folded up underneath her voluminous black skirt.{elseif Izabel's Love=10} She wears a fluffy white chemise, her legs crossed under her voluminous black skirt.{endif}{else}{endif}

“Hello,” she says, looking up as he walks in. “I saw the note – what did Halle want?”

“Help interrogating the orc,” he says, going into their kitchen and rummaging around for a drink. “I need one, after dealing with that asshole - and to stop me from snapping at Izabel as well,” he thinks. “Don’t we have any wine or something? I don’t want fucking well water,” he scowls.

“No, I think we’re all out. One of us will have to go to the market tomorrow,” she replies. He scoffs angrily before sitting in the small gaming chair across from her.

“Well? How did it go?” she asks calmly, closing her book.

“Too fucking long, but she’ll lead us to her boss in exchange for her freedom,” he says curtly, slouching into the arm of the chair. “She closed that book pretty quick – is that another thing she’s hiding from me?” he thinks.

She looks at him with two pools of placid water. “It was frustrating, hmm?” she asks.

“Yes, it fucking was, Izabel,” he snips. She gently sets the book down on the couch and slowly walks over to him, looking down at him.

“You’re not just upset about that though, are you? Are you upset about the ambush? You did breeze over it last night. Or are you upset with me?” she asks quietly.

{if Izabel ****=1}He can see where her skin peeks through the tied loops of her chemise. "Her breasts are just...behind there," the exasperating thought pops into his head, not helping his mood. “With you,” he sighs grumpily, as his eyes move down from hers, follow the vague contours of her body, and stop at her bare toes.{else}"With you," he sighs, looking at his feet.{endif}

Her hand lightly grips the top of his head, tilting it back so that he looks up at her again. “Why are you mad at me, little brother?” she says serenely.

“I don’t know – because of our talk last night, because of the ring, I guess,” he says, as she starts to run her hand through his hair. “But that’s only part of it,” he thinks.{if Izabel **** = 1} "That feel's really good."{endif}

“That, hmm? I’m sorry if I was curt, but I truly don’t know where Mother got it from,” she says, lightly massaging his scalp.

“I know, I know, I guess – I just don’t want there to be secrets between us, Izabel,” he says.

She smiles, still looking at him with her two pools of infinite calm. “Of course not, Domic, I don’t either,” she says slowly, still running her hand over his head.

“Is that the truth? Another lie? Am I being paranoid?” the thoughts race through his head. “Good, I’m thankful,” he says, trying to match her composure.

“Since we’re not keeping secrets from each other now – do you feel calmer?”

“Yes, yes I do,” he says, breathing out slowly. "It's very relaxing," he thinks.{if Izabel ****=1} "What else could she rub with her hands?" another annoying thought.{else}{endif}

“Do you want to tell me more about what happened with the expedition?” she says with concern.

“I uh, I don’t know Izabel. I feel happy to be alive I guess –{if Izabel ****=1} happy to be here with you,{else} happy to be home,{endif}” he says, smiling up at her.

“Oh…I’m happy{if Izabel ****=1} to be with you too,{else} you're home too,{endif}” she says, “and we don’t have to talk about it right now, if you don’t feel like it.”

“Alright – and uh, yes, I think I’d actually like to lay down for a bit. Especially since Halle also told me I’d be on another expedition in two days. And there’s a party he wants both of us to attend tomorrow night, and gods know what else could be going on,” he sighs heavily, suddenly feeling quite tired.

“Mmm, alright, I’ll let you rest then,” she says, removing her hand. “We’ll have plenty of time to talk later,” she smiles as he nods thankfully.

…

Domic somehow finds himself back in front of the cavern with the three menhirs, fighting. The purple sky flashes with lightning as geese fly overhead, shitting grenades upon him. He cuts through snarling rabbits with a heavily armored figure by his side. They pause as a tapping begins to sound. “What is that?” a dirty Kexca says, removing her helm. Domic shrugs, both at her and himself, wondering why he isn’t striking her down. The tapping continues.

He awakes with a gurgled gasp. Moonlight shines into his room as something taps insistently against his window. “What the fuck?” he thinks wildly, heart beating quickly, as he groggily stares at his window.

“Domic, let me in,” a dark figure with Cerni’s voice is saying. He stretches out, undoes the latch, and opens the window. Cerni gingerly hoists herself through. “Thanks,” she says.

“Cerni?! What the fuck? What time is it?” he hisses, “You’re fucking climbing up my house?”

“Um, I said I was coming to visit late,” she replies nonchalantly, looking around at his room. All her clothes are black, from her tunic to cloak to breeches. “And how do you think I sneak out of my four-story home?” she chuckles.

“Keep it down, keep it down, my sister’s asleep across the hall,” he whispers, sitting up, holding the blankets to cover his nakedness. “Shut the window, it’s cold,” he motions. “You’re crazy – why didn’t you come earlier?” he murmurs as she shuts the window.

“This is more fun,” she whispers.

“You mean you weren’t thinking, you just acted,” he mumbles, rubbing the sand out of his eyes.

“Hrmph, maybe,” she scowls lightly, crossing her arms. “Now come on, get up, let’s go.”

“Uh, where are we going?”

“Um, I don’t know yet, it’ll be fun though.”

He ponders this for a moment. “An adventure with her does seem exciting, but should we really be doing this?” he thinks. He looks at her, staring at him quizzically in the dim light. “She did just crawl through my window…whatever, fuck Halle, he’ll never know about this,” he thinks. “Fine, now cover your eyes, I’m naked.” Cerni grins slightly and covers her eyes with a hand. “She felt my cock against her body – should I really feel self-conscious about being naked in front of her?” he thinks, as he rummages through his chests for dark clothing, dressing quickly. “Come on,” he says, grasping her hand, “I sneak out my front door, like a boring person.” She chuckles as he slowly opens the door to his room, and they sneak down the stairs, out into the night.

“I know where we’re going to go,” she says, as they jog through the streets, boots tapping against the cobblestone. It is a cold fall night, but their exertions keep them warm. Jogging up a street, the swaying beam of a night watcher’s lantern appears ahead of them. Before he can stop and identify himself, Cerni is pulling him into a dark tight space between a pair of houses.

“What’re you doing?” he hisses exasperatedly. “This is just like the cavern, except we’re not wet,” he thinks almost immediately after. She shushes, as the slow steps of the night watcher come closer. Domic starts to get hard as her warmth envelopes him, staring deeply into her big brown eyes, the fear of discovery coursing through his veins.

“Who’s the rogue now Cerni?” he whispers, the watcher’s footfalls coming closer still. She grins broadly and mischievously as the lantern comes into view, and they both hold their breath as the watcher slowly walks by, tiredly staring straight ahead.

“Come on, let’s go,” she says, as they sneak out of the gap and back out onto the street. Cerni leads him around for a few more minutes, until they finally round the corner of a tavern, and stand before a round stone tower, soaring up into the night sky. One of the many towers that stand sentinel over the walls of Pael, solid and vast, it is studded with old arrow slits and new gun holes. “Up there,” she says, pointing at the tiled, gently sloping roof of the tower.

“Up there? How?” he says.

“We climb through that second-floor window, then just up the stairs,” she says, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

“You’re crazy,” he shakes his head.

“Come on, we snuck into the cavern, survived a battle, but you won’t do this?” she says incredulously.

“Huff, fine, I guess you’re right,” he concedes, still unsure. She smiles again, and leads him to the base of the tower. The second-floor window suddenly seems much, much higher up close and he gulps.

“Come on, follow me,” she says, gripping into the stone walls. Domic had climbed trees a few times in the forest, so he had some idea what to do, and there are enough gaps and protrusions between the stones to have easy grips. Nevertheless, he scrambles up after Cerni as quick as he can, keeping his eyes ahead or up – up not necessarily better, with Cerni’s distracting butt moving above him. After too long, she helps him through the window, into the dark storeroom of the tower. “Was that hard?” she says. He nods his head no, panting, and then follows her up through two more levels, onto the tower’s tile roof.

“Wow,” he breathes, taking in the sight. Pael stretches out before him, the bulk of the commandery popping up in the middle of town, temples interspersed among the roofs of the houses, the far wall just visible. Behind him is a vast expanse of fields, and then the darkness of the forest. Above is the moon and the infinite stars.

“I know, right?” Cerni says, laying down, aligned with the wall beneath them. “I uh, used to sneak out here from time to time, when I was growing up, and look out, and dream about other places, about going south,” she says, staring up at the sky.

He sits down beside her, watching her face. “You still can, you’ve got time,” he murmurs.

“Do I though? And if I do go, in what manner? I don’t want to go the way my sister went, married to some idiot – but the only other way is just by myself, alone. If I stay here, when my Father retires, I’ll have to take his place, and then duty will imprison me here,” she sighs.

“Are you sure? You could lose the election, or just not run?”

“Domic, please, I know you’re not that naïve about how politics works in this town,” she says ruefully. “And…part of me wants to…so I’m split, I don’t know what to do,” she sighs sadly.

“What to say? The forest has always called to me,” he thinks and so he grasps her hand reassuringly. “I understand how you feel, even if I don’t feel the same way,” he finally says. They lay silently for several minutes, as he memorizes every facet of her face and she dreams.

Finally, she turns to lay on her side, and smiles, looking into his eyes. Something dances up in her big brown ones, along with a flush to her cheeks. Her strawberry lips curl slightly. “I have a confession to make Domic,” she murmurs.

“What is it?”

“I peeked at you while you were getting dressed – I didn’t see everything, but I saw enough to make my dreams interesting,” she smiles.

“You dream about me?” he murmurs, surprised and excited. Already he can feel his dick hardening again.

“Mhm, when I lay in bed, all alone,” she coos. “So, since I saw something of you, I think it’s only fair you see something of me,” she says, putting her leg on top of him and straddling him with one swift movement. She unclasps her cloak as he throbs against her pussy and the meat of her thigh.

“She’s so light,” he thinks, squirming underneath her as the image of lifting her up and fucking her against a wall portrays itself in his head.

{if Cerni's Love = 5}“Control yourself,” she coos, as she grasps the bottom of her tunic. “Look at me,” she says. She pauses and stares at him, then slowly begins to lift. First the flatness of her lower abdomen appears, sandwiched between the curve of her sides. Then her cute belly button, and the outlines of her toned abdomen proper – she has three moles arranged in a vague triangle on her right side. The undersides of her breasts appear and the strawberry circles of her areola. Her nipples spring out like pink towers. He finds himself not really paying attention after that. “Well?” she says, peeking out from behind her uplifted tunic.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty Cerni,” he blurts. "Her breasts, so perky, so round, if only she'd let me touch," he thinks. "Can I um?"

"Can you what? Do this?" She grabs one of her nipples with her thumb and forefinger, and slowly rolls it back and forth. "Maybe one day," she teases. "Tell me what you'd do to me first."

"You're lucky, I was just thinking about that," he says, grabbing onto her thighs. "You're so light, I bet I could pick you up."

"Mmhmm," she sighs, grabbing her other nipple, rolling them between her fingers. She starts to shift her hips back and forth, to rub his cock.

"Then I'd lift your tunic up, and suck on your tits."

"Mmm," she starts to roll faster, staring into his eyes, as he enjoys the pleasure from her rubbing on him.

"Then I'd take off your breeches, or even just rip them off and then you want to know what I'd do?" he says, leaning himself up on his forearms, to get as close as he can without sitting up.

"What?" she sighs, smiling, staring wide-eyed.

"I'd fuck you Cerni. I'd pick you up and fuck you against a wall - that wall down there, right in front of everyone," he husks, grabbing her bare midriff for extra effect, and laying back down against the roof. He sighs. "But that's just a dream, that's all it will ever be," he murmurs.

She sighs too, smiles meekly and looks sadly down at him, letting her hands and tunic fall. "I'm sorry it has to be that way," she says, laying down on top of him.

{endif}

{if Cerni's Love = 10}“Control yourself,” she coos, as she grasps the bottom of her tunic. “Look at me,” she says. She pauses and stares at him, then slowly begins to lift. First the flatness of her lower abdomen appears, sandwiched between the curve of her sides. Then her cute belly button, and the outlines of her toned abdomen proper – she has three moles arranged in a vague triangle on her right side. The undersides of her breasts appear and the strawberry circles of her areola. Her nipples spring out like pink towers. He finds himself not really paying attention after that. “Well?” she says, peeking out from behind her uplifted tunic.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty Cerni,” he blurts.

“Do you want to hold them? It’s co-ehhe,” she chuckles as his hands spring forward and softly land on her breasts.

“Great,” he thinks, as he slowly kneads them. They’re small enough that he can just about envelop them, perky yet squishy. They’re so warm, and they feel great between his hands. He squirms under her more, staring deeply into her eyes as he continues to fondle her breasts.

“Hmm, trying to get off on me?” she sighs, twisting her hips back and forth on him. He groans lightly at the sensation of her rolling his dick. “Fuck this was a stupid idea – why’d you let me do this?” she moans as he plays with her soft breasts. She leans over him, eyes filling with desire that she needs to share with him. He continues to play with her breasts, tracing her areola, lightly pinching her nipples. He kneads them, squishes them, jiggles them, getting as much as he can out of them, before they both come to their senses.

After an amount of time that is too short and long enough, she closes her eyes and breaks first. “Domic,” she says softly. He sighs, and sadly releases her breasts, pulling his hands out from under her tunic. She slides down him and rests her head upon his chest, rubbing her face. “I’m sorry,” she mumbles.

{endif}

{if Cerni's Love = 15}“Control yourself,” she coos, as she grasps the bottom of her tunic. “Look at me,” she says. She pauses and stares at him, then slowly begins to lift. First the flatness of her lower abdomen appears, sandwiched between the curve of her sides. Then her cute belly button, and the outlines of her toned abdomen proper – she has three moles arranged in a vague triangle on her right side. The undersides of her breasts appear and the strawberry circles of her areola. Her nipples spring out like pink towers. He finds himself not really paying attention after that. “Well?” she says, peeking out from behind her uplifted tunic.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty Cerni,” he blurts.

“Do you want to hold them? It’s co-ehhe,” she chuckles as his hands spring forward and softly land on her breasts.

“Great,” he thinks, as he slowly kneads them. They’re small enough that he can just about envelop them, perky yet squishy. They’re so warm, and they feel great between his hands. He squirms under her more, staring deeply into her eyes as he continues to fondle her breasts.

“Hmm, trying to get off on me?” she sighs, twisting her hips back and forth on him. He groans lightly at the sensation of her rolling his dick. “Fuck this was a stupid idea – why’d you let me do this?” she moans as he plays with her soft breasts. She leans over him, eyes filling with desire that she needs to share with him. He continues to play with her breasts, tracing her areola, lightly pinching her nipples. He kneads them, squishes them, jiggles them, getting as much as he can out of them, before they both come to their senses. He sees something wild and frisky hop up into her eyes. "I want to see it," she says.

"What?" he says.

"Your cock. I want to see you stroking it," she says insistently, pressing her tits into his palms.

"Well...um," he says. "I don't care, I want to show her," he thinks. "You'll have to get off me," he says, removing his hands from her beautiful breasts with a final caress. She rolls off to the side, giggling and smiling broadly as he fumbles with the belt of his breeches. He finally does it, pushes down the waistline, and his iron hard cock pops out.

"Ohh, Domic, wow," she blushes, giggling. He feels a deluge of pride and desire as he lifts it up and slowly starts to stroke it. The cold night air is nothing compared to the fire in his stomach. She helpfully lifts up her tunic again to reveal her pretty breasts, her nipples as engorged as his cock is. He strokes it, up and down, up and down, as she watches wide-eyed, and he stares at her tits. He twitches in anticipation, he can feel that he's on the first steps to bliss and release. He starts to move a little faster now, as Cerni stares entranced at his cock, lips parted, gently caressing her breast. He starts to have dangerous thoughts now, thoughts of her mouth around him, thoughts of her bouncing on top of him, thoughts of-!

Their eyes connect, comprehension slowly dawning as they process the source of the sound. "Was that a trapdoor?" he thinks wildly to himself.

"Someone's coming," she murmurs.

"What? We're on the roof? Did they hear us?" he stammers.

"I don't know, I don't know," she mumbles quickly. They suddenly hear the bang of a trapdoor falling beneath them. "Go around, roll to the other side," she frantically hisses. He yanks up his pants and rolls in an infuriating mix of quick enough to get away, and slow enough to not be heard. He meets Cerni on the other side of the roof, as the trapdoor to it slowly begins to open.

There is a loud belch, a loud cry of "Fuck this shitty town!" a swish, the sound of glass shattering somewhere below, and then after a moment, the contented sign of one emptying their bladder. They barely dare to breathe as they hear angry cries from far below, a muttered "Oh fuck," and then the man is scampering back into the tower.

Cerni looks over to him. "We're getting pretty good at hiding aren't we?" she says wryly, and rolls to lay next to him. "Maybe too good for our own good," she murmurs softly, placing a hand against his chest.

{endif}

“I know, it's alright – I don’t know who has worse control, you or me,” he says. She is very warm, and he instinctively wraps his arms around her.

“We both need to control ourselves Domic, at this rate…” she trails off.

“Would that be so bad?”

“My father, he would find out.”

“Are you sure? We could-“

“You’re dreaming again,” she murmurs, sliding her head up to gaze into his eyes. Her eyes are a mix of the fear of one fleeing a bull, and the anger of the bull itself. “We can’t let those become reality.”

“Then we won’t,” he says, as he holds her tightly.