Meeting Perrima

“Right, so here we are,” Francisca announced only a short while later, after she and Sienna had led the party through a short walk through the periphery of the Kettle, one that had ended with them now being gathered in a narrow alleyway that separated two reasonably well-built and nice-looking houses.

“What now?” Zair asked, still holding Lyn in his arms while Alva gently stroked her daughter’s brow in an attempt to comfort her.

“You two wait here with Lyn,” Francisca ordered Zair and Alva, while stepping towards Sienna, who in turn had turned towards Francisca and had leaned forwards while putting her hands together in front of her.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just knock on the door?” Zair asked.

“Maybe,” Sienna replied, before grunting as she gave Francisca a push upwards, her hands letting go of her partner’s foot as she in turn somehow managed to grab onto a small protrusion on the wall, before grabbing hold of her ankle instead, “but this is more fun.”

Allowing himself a soft chuckle, Zair remained on the ground and marvelled at how Francisca and Sienna nimbly climbed up the wall of the house, completely unhindered by their stripperific outfits, until they had finally made their way to a closed window.

After silently opening the window and ducking out of its way as they pulled it open, the two thieves took the time to wave down at their two friends before disappearing into the darkness that laid beyond the windowsill.

“So, Lyn’s her name?” Zair asked Alva, once a few moments of complete silence had passed.

“Yes,” Alva replied, her lips forming into a thin, tired smile as she looked lovingly at her daughter whilst tucking a wayward strand of hair in behind Lyn’s left ear.

“How old is she?” Zair continued, a little uncertain of how to handle himself in a situation such a this one.

“She turned eighteen a couple of months ago,” Alva’s answer coincided with her softly placing the back of her hand against Lyn’s forehead.

“And it’s just the two of you, I mean…” Zair struggled hard to get the next question to come out right, but lost his way about halfway through.

“Yes. Lyn’s father died when she was four, for a few years after that, it was just her and me, then Liora found me, and Francisca and Sienna showed up a couple of years after that.”

“Liora?”

“Francisca and Sienna haven’t told you about her?”

“No,” Zair shook his head.

“I’ll leave it to them to take care of that, then,” Alva paused to caress her daughter’s right cheek after she’d released a weak moan of pain, the look of worry now back on Alva’s face, “How long have you known them, anyway?”

“A couple of hours, I think,” Zair replied, guessing the time now to be somewhere not too long after midnight, though he could hardly be certain of it, particularly not as he’d already lost track of time even before he suddenly found himself dumped in Tharros.

“And yet you’re still willing to risk your life for them, for us?” Alva appeared perplexed at Zair’s altruism.

“I’ve risked my life for far worse things than that,” Zair’s deadpan response managed to draw a soft, if tired, chuckle from Alva.

“Would that have something to do with you knowing about which poison they used on Lyn?” Alva asked, a sudden grimace of fierce anger flashing over her face as she got to the latter part of that sentence.

“It’s a long story, but yes it does, I guess,” Zair replied, first silently reminding himself that he’d have to come up with a good way in which to tell the new women in his life about his past at some point, as well as making an equally silent note to remind himself never to end up on Alva’s bad side.

“I’ll have to hear it at some point,” Alva said, before looking up as the windows on the second floor of the house were suddenly lit up, suggesting that Sienna and Francisca had indeed found Perrima, and were now talking to her.

“You will,” Zair promised, before Alva put her right fist in front of her mouth and did her best to hold back a big yawn, “Tired?”

“Yes, the last few days haven’t been all that…” Alva began, then letting her voice die off into nothingness. For his part, Zair simply nodded his head again.

Again, Zair and Alva fell silent, and they remained so as a few lights were lit on the first floor as well. After a few more seconds, they could both hear the sound of a door being opened around the corner from the alleyway, and Sienna soon appeared at the mouth of said alleyway, at which point Zair and Alva both began to move towards.

“So?” Alva asked Sienna as she walked towards her, her right hand now clutching one of Lyn’s as it hung limply in front of Zair, a sigh of relief leaving her mouth at the smile with which Sienna answered her question.

After being careful not to bang Lyn’s head against the doorframe as he carried her through the doorway, Zair looked up to find that he was now standing inside what looked like a small shop, one that was dominated by a counter behind which there were several shelves and a doorway leading further into the first floor of the building, with a pulled-aside drape hanging next to the latter.

In the shop, Francisca was waiting for them on the other side of the counter, her corset still clinging to her almost impossible figure, and like Sienna, she broke out into a smile as soon as Alva looked at her.

“Alright,” A redhead began as she appeared out of the doorway behind Francisca, carrying a small wooden crate in her hands and glancing down into it as she talked, “I’d think it’s best that we bring her upstairs.”
She then looked up, spotted Zair, and let out a sultry moan.

For his part, Zair could feel an increasingly familiar stirring between his legs as it dawned on him that the voluptuous, top-heavy redhead was completely naked, with nothing to hide either the generous swell of her firm tits or the meaty lips of her bald slit. Her face was as stunning as the rest of her, and the sultry smile that she’d adopted after laying eyes upon Zair lingered for a moment or two before she resumed her more serious expression. If not for the fact that he was holding in his arms a young woman who was clinging to life by a thread, Zair would have been as hard as rock already.

“Zair, Alva, this is Perrima. She’s agreed to help,” Francisca introduced the redhead.
Without introducing herself, Perrima quickly placed the crate upon the counter and walked out from behind it, heading straight for Lyn.

“Hmm, looks like you got her here in the nick of time,” Perrima said, while examining Lyn’s left eye.

“She’s going to be okay?” Alva asked, eager for more reassurance.

“I have developed a new procedure for female patients, so yes, she should be fine in just a little while,” Perrima offered Alva a warm smile.

“Still, we have no time to loose,” Perrima continued on, turning her attention towards Zair, “So you’re coming with me.”

“Right,” Zair gulped, then followed Perrima.

An hour or so later, Zair was slumped down on a divan in one of the rooms upstairs in Perrima’s house, his hands clutching the longsword that Francisca and Sienna had provided him with. It was an extremely well-made blade, enough so to make him wonder who its original owner might have been. Still, it carried no seal or any other identifying marker, even its handle was simple and non-descript in its design, though it was pretty much perfectly balanced for someone of his size and strength. After delivering Lyn to a comfortable-looking bed in a small room located just next to the staircase, he’d excused himself and gone off to be by himself while the others remained with Perrima and Lyn.

“Hi,” Francisca announced herself as she came sauntering into the room, carrying a blanket with her.

“Hi,” Zair replied, “So, how is she?”

“She’s going to be fine,” Francisca replied, “Perrima’s antidote is working, though she asked the rest of us to leave, since things were getting a little messy.”

“Messy?” Zair raised an eyebrow before sheathing his sword.

“Well, apparently… Perrima’s discovered a novel way of getting poison out of a woman’s system,” Francisca began to explain, “It, uh, involves lactation…”

“Right,” Zair replied.

“I mean, it sounds crazy, I know, but I guess it’s working,” Francisca shook her head and proceeded to take off her shoes.

“How’s Alva?” Zair asked, while unhooking the iron chain wrapped round his waist and lifting it off of him, laying it down on a nearby table.

“Well, Sienna’s with her,” Francisca answered, while rolling her stocking off her right leg, which was slung over her left one, “Poor Alva, she looked absolutely finished.”

“She’s had a rough couple of days,” Zair decided, while reaching for the blanket, his cock starting to rise as he eyed Francisca.

“Definitely,” Francisca was now removing her other stocking as well, before proceeding to place them and her shoes on the small, round table on her side of the divan, “I still wish she’d told us about it straight away.”

“I know,” Zair was now sitting with the blanket slung over one of his thighs, his cock continuing to rise as he watched how Francisca began to unlace her corset, after first removing her pouch-laden belt, “Still, I guess it was hard for her to think straight. Which I can certainly identify with ever since I met you and Sienna.”

“Oh gods…” Francisca giggled, Zair’s latest comment having caused her gaze to shift towards the sight of his erect cock rising up far above his muscular thighs.

“Sorry Zair,” Francisca continued, biting her lip at the same time as pulling her corset off her stacked frame to render herself as naked as him, “but I’m exhausted, mostly thanks to you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Zair smiled back at Francisca, lying himself down on the divan and spreading the thin blanket out over his muscular body, holding it up for her slip in under as she laid down next to him, “It’s pretty late anyway.”

“That it is,” Francisca agreed, cuddling up close to Zair and placing her head on his muscular chest.

“I thought you said you were exhausted,” Zair remarked, after feeling Francisca place her right hand on top of his cock.

“I am,” Francisca giggled again, rubbing the underside of Zair’s dick.

“How’d you convince Perrima to help you, by the way?”

“I’ll tell you about it in the morning,” Francisca promised, lifting her head and planting a tender on Zair’s chest, “but first I really need some sleep.”
“Right.”

“Zair…” Francisca murmured out a few seconds later, her head back on his chest and her hand having moved to his stomach while she laid nestled in between his side and his arm.

“Yes?”

“Good night.”

“Good night.”

Quickly, both of them fell asleep.