Nathan, the halfling Sheriff.

A coppery smell fills your nostrils as you bath in their blood, their cries of mercy and pain only incite further **** in you. It is all dark and red. None can stop you, the deadly elixir inebriates you with power and strength, and the bewitched claws in your hands make the fight extremely one sided.

You club the last of them with an arm you had in hands, and stop only when your impromptu weapon snaps in two. Your eyes begin to water, fall on your knees, and begin to cry.

You didn't see the man that approached you, and covered you with his cloak. His voice was mature and manly, the cloak smelled of tobacco. "I am sorry, girl, I didn't find you sooner. Come, I will take you home" you mumble something, and he replies "fine, to my home then."

You next remember sitting at a comfortable sofa, holding a large cup of cocoa. Your tears finally appear to have dried, and now you just have a lingering sense of power. "Can you talk now?" You raise your eyes, and see your savior for the first time. He has a strong face, an intelligent expression and a wide jaw. Small spectacles over his brown eyes. Sideburns. And he couldnt be taller than three feet high.

"I am Nathan"

"Dawn... Dawn Gravielle" Your words sound meek, your body feels so tired.

"Gravielle? hmrf" the halfling frowns, and walks towards you. After studying your face for a couple of moments, he says "Yes, I can see the family traits. Your what... uncle? father? And I can see you are a necromancer, like him"

Your surprise is genuine, and you find yourself opening up to the halfling. You tell him of your quest, and show him him the stygian dagger. He tells you of his old adventures with your grandfather, and some of their other companions. Your cup of cocoa finishes, and you find a sweat brew in your hands instead. You are soon laughing merrily, this night's woes a faint memory in the past.

You finally tell him your plans of facing the black knight, and woe, that was a lively argument. He tried to dissuade you, but you were adamant. Eventually, after he gives up persuading you, he says "Fine, so I hope you dont mind me tagging along to keep an eye on you. " And that was that, how Nathan became your champion.

When you wake up, you are in a soft bed, amid silky sheets. You are undressed down to your chemise, and your dress is neatly folded over a nearby chair. It is cozy and warm in bed, and even the smell of tobacco doesnt bother you much. You luck around, and see Nathan dozing in a reading chair nearby.

You stand up, and walks over to him. Such a gentleman, you think. And an unlikely companion for a necromancer, you chuckle at the though. But he is brave, and a veteran of many years of adventure. There should be no reason to regret this, you tell yourself as you caress his sideburns. No reason at all.

He begins to wake up, and you cover his mouth with a deep kiss. His mint aftershave fills your nostrils, and your hand appears gigantic as you caress his curly hair. You are not sure if it is compliance or struggle, but you find his lips parting and your tongues touch. The electricity down your spine makes you moan with pleasure.

Your roaming hands eventually move down his boyish body, and find a growing hard on inside his trousers. You part from your kiss, and "shh... dont say anything. Just let it happen..." a finger over his lips, as you manage to undress him.

You cant help comparing the cock in your hand with the ones you experienced in the last couple of days. As you stroke him, you feel yourself getting wet from your memories. Would Nathan still help you if he knew how cheaply you serviced a man during rites? Consider you an innocent maiden, if he knew how you **** the dagger's location out of your grandfather?

So much like a cigar, you think as you wrap your lips around the taunt penis. The black hair gives your love making privacy, not even Nathan should see how you feast in his cock. In a way it feels like a delicate toy in your hands, and you play accordingly. His moans are a constant reminder of what an expert you became in such a short period of time.

You feel dick beginning to throb, and let it go, just covering it. The jizz hits your hand in five consecutive bursts, you carefully try to not let the sticky substance fall over him. You see the gorgeous brunette slut reflected in his eyes, and with a smile say..."I just came to call you to bed...it is yours, after all. Are you coming?"