Melinir Waits for Nystar

Melinir woke the next morning. He looked around for Nystar, but he was nowhere to be found. Neither was the cute girl they’d come across when they first arrived here.

It could only mean one thing. Melinir sat on the branch of the huge tree that held the treehouse he’d slept in last night, head in his hands.

Nystar was going to be insufferable when he appeared.

Melinir waited for what felt like forever. There was little to do here; the girls wouldn’t touch him.

Late in the morning, the cute girl, Aryna arrived in the village, a cheeky grin on her face. A while later, Nystar approached Melinir.

“I see you had a fun night,” Melinir said. “I think it’s time we continued our pilgrimage.” He tossed Nystar’s bag into his chest, and they walked with Riverswood at their back.

Nystar shared a final look over his shoulder at Aryna.

“I don’t care about the details,” Melinir said.

“Well perhaps you should, since I’m now one up.”

Melinir groaned.

“I wish you’d lighten up, Meli. This is supposed to be fun. Please tell me I didn’t give up my rank to be stuck with a miserable good-for-nothing, spoilt brat.”

“Alright. How was she?”

Nystar smirked as he caught eyes with Melinir. “She was amazing. Tightest pussy I’ve had in a long while. The wood elves in these villages are great. And they drop their panties so easily for our kind.”

“I wouldn’t know. You heard what she said about me. The girls here have been warned.”

“I guess I’ll get a nice head start then. Then when we return home, I’ll cum all over Ardella’s face, and stick her eyes shut.”

Melinir punched him in the arm. “What village is next?”

“Woodhouses.”

Melinir gulped. That was where Meilind was from.