Hotel breakfast with the girls

You wake up to Blythe’s smiling face looking over you. The blonde elf is sitting next to you on the edge of the bed, dressed in her usual gear. Her doublet is unbuttoned far enough to show off her ample cleavage, but not so far that her tits would bounce out of it if she had to move quickly. “Good morning,” you say as you slip your hand beneath her skirt and caress her upper thigh. She gently bites down on her finger for a second, her body shivering immediately at your touch, before retreating from your touch and standing up. Damn, you think, I didn’t get to check if she’s wearing panties today.

“We must not keep Ms. Lia waiting,” she says, a bit of blush appearing in her cheeks. “She is downstairs already.”

Blythe stands by the door as you get up. While you get dressed, you look around the room and remember what happened last night. Jas is gone, and seems to have tidied up the room a bit: the only sign of her having been here last night is Blythe’s cloak, which is folded neatly on the other bed. As you remember what the bunnykin had hidden in that cloak, and what she wanted you to do with it, your rising dick starts making it harder for you to put your pants on. You soldier through, however, and soon thereafter follow Blythe downstairs to the lobby and dining area.

Lia is sitting at the same table as yesterday. You and Blythe take your seats, and a minute later one of the bunnykin waitresses takes your order. Lia is still wearing your red crop-top tunic, though it looks like she bought herself a pair of black, form-fitting leggings that show off her slender legs and cute, round butt. Around her waist is a leather utility belt, with a couple of pouches hanging off of one hip and a knife sleeve attached to the other. Completing her upgraded outfit is a pair of black, fingerless gloves that look like they have some kind of enchantment woven into them. She’s gone full Rogue, you think as you imagine her dashing around in combat with those clothes. You ask her about the gloves, but all she tells you is that they’re cool and to “wait and see” what they do.

As you eat, you look around the room and notice Jas working the reception desk this morning. She’s wearing a blue button-up shirt of the same tightness as all the other clothes that you’ve seen her wear. After last night, you have some kind of sense as to why she wears that stuff. There have got to be other tight clothing options besides a button-up shirt that’s too small, you think. She’s just asking for that thing to pop, and I get the sense that’s not what she’s after. Not that I would mind seeing that again… Jas catches you looking her way and quickly looks down, pretending to be busy with some paperwork.

“What had you so drunk yesterday?” asks Lia, calling your attention back to your table-mates. “I wanted to show off my new gear, but you were totally out of it. I didn’t think you’d be one to spend all our cash on booze, especially after telling us not to spend much.” The cat-eared rogue crosses her arms and raises one eyebrow in your direction, waiting for your response.

You look over to Blythe, but she doesn’t share Lia’s expression; to the contrary, she is sitting and peaceably finishing her meal, with a gentle smile to her features. I would kill to know what I did to deserve Blythe’s level of confidence in me, you think. “I wasn’t passed out from drinking. I was mostly just exhausted,” you say, turning back to Lia. “I did end up having a few drinks at the tavern, but it was only a few. I promise. And you’re right, normally I wouldn’t spend much cash at all on that sort of thing, but I had a very interesting drinking partner yesterday.”

“Oh? And who was it?” asks Lia, not quite giving up on her you’re-in-the-doghouse-mister posture yet.

“An adventurer who came in pretty beaten up as I was finishing my Guild work. I healed them, and they invited me to drinks. I asked them about their adventures and learned some things.” One thing that the ‘adventurer’ said suddenly comes to mind. Were it not for the ale, you would like to believe you’d have caught this detail immediately. “They said that their job yesterday was to recover stolen cargo. I saw it; they carried it into the Guild in a brown sack. They said it was ‘three colorful rocks.’” Earth Elemental. Three holes, three rocks. This has to be it.

Blythe abandons the last bits of her egg dish to give you her full attention. When Lia realizes what you’re saying, she slams her palms down on the table, her ears shoot up, and all around she looks like someone whose coffee just kicked in.

“Do you know where these ‘rocks’ are now?” asks Blythe.

“I assume they’re still being held at the Guild,” you say, “but I can’t be sure. My representative there took them into a back room and didn’t come back out before I left.”

“Could it be possible for you to convince this representative to give us the stones?” You’re not sure what Blythe means, but the blush spreading over her features gives you some kind of idea. Blythe isn’t suggesting that I seduce Hild to get the rocks from her, is she? That thought brings a scene from your dreams back into your mind: you bending the green-haired elven Guild Representative over a counter and fucking her from behind. Could that dream actually come true? Was it a premonition? If I have that kind of power, that’s news to me.

“Let me get them,” says Lia, grabbing your attention away from your dirty thoughts. “With my boots off, I can make my footsteps totally silent. I’ll slip through that door, find what we need, and be out before you know it.” Her fists are balled up and her eyes are full of determination. You shouldn’t try to take this away from her, even if you might get some sexy elf pussy out of it.

“All right,” you say. “Blythe and I will cause some kind of distraction. You get in and out as quickly as you can. If it looks like you might get caught, bail: we don’t want to fight anyone if we can help it. Got it?”

“We will make it through this, together,” says Blythe.

“You can count on me,” says Lia. “I won’t let you down this time.”