Bandits and Maidens

Chapter 2 - Bandits and Maidens

"Morning already..." the shaman said as he pulled himself back, his now soft member pulling out of her silently. Due to the overflow of cum pouring out and staining her dress. Fillia, ****, fell face-first into the bed, putting an arch in her back as her air remained in the air, propped up by her knees.

The shaman, ever the gentleman, helped her lay flat and then wrapped her in his bed's blankets before turning to the door to start his duties today.

Once again, Seraphina was waiting for him in a carriage. Still, this time the first hour of the carriage ride was peaceful, with the only disturbance being the bouncing on the rocky road.

"So, what are we going to do? The female night asked.

"First thing that needs to be done is that I need to commune with spirits for what we do next; after that, we need to find and thin out the bandit numbers. I especially want to get to the monsters soon as their body parts can be used for potions." The shaman replied.

"Why do you need to commune? Didn't you do that yesterday? The female knight asked.

"I got to do it every morning for 1 hour. Its how I connect with the spirits and maintain my power, no different than how clerics needs to constantly worship and pray to their god to maintain their power... except the spirits only ask for respect, not worship and will reveal more power to you depending on how favorably they view you." He responded.

"Either way, what is it that you plan to do today? You said the spirits didn't tell you the exact location." The female knight asked.

"No, but they still gave me much information. The highest concentration of banditry is in the southern half of the barony, and that is where we will begin our search for their camp at best and thinning out their numbers at the very least. Also, just in case you want to ask... I will be handing anything of value that doesn't have a decerning owner to his grace to do with as he pleases." The fallen knight stared at the shaman in disbelief.

Every adventurer would try to snatch up every bet of treasure for themselves, even to the detriment of their employer sometimes.

"You expect me to believe you're willing to take on a beholder and not expect a reward." She replied in an almost accusatory tone.

"The dead beholder is enough reward for me. They are creatures made of multiple reagents and components any alchemist or potion maker worth their craft would kill to get their hands on," he replied.

The carriage pulled over to the side of the road; the entire area was surrounded by forest as far as the eye could see.

"All this territory, I'm surprised his grace didn't rush to build tiny towns.

Seraphina nodded in agreement, observing the vast expanse of untamed wilderness. "Perhaps he values the natural beauty and wants to preserve it," she suggested.

"Well, I'll meditate now. You can tell the carriage driver that he can return to the estate," the shaman said as he made his way to a nearby oak and began to meditate.

As the shaman settled into meditation, Seraphina returned to the carriage and conveyed the message to the driver. The driver nodded, understanding the shaman's request, and began to turn the carriage around to head back to the estate.

Seraphina turned back to the shaman, who initially seemed to sit as still as stone, but a light green aura wrapped around his body. The grass and plants looked like they were trying to stretch closer to his body.

Seraphina watched as the shaman's connection with the spirits became visible through the radiant green aura enveloping his form. The natural world seemed to respond to his presence as if acknowledging his connection and wisdom.

As the shaman meditated, the forest around them seemed to come alive. Birds chirped melodiously from the branches, and a gentle breeze whispered through the leaves. Even the subtle rustling of creatures moving about added to the symphony of nature.

The shaman's eyes fly open instantly, glowing a forestry green before the light slowly fades away and hides; normal eyes return. "Now, let us do some bandit hunting," he says with a smile.

"Wait, you said it takes an hour," the female knight said with a raised.

"It has been an hour; I assumed you watched the last time I did this. Communing with spirits has a hypnotic effect on anyone watching; time can seem like it is not moving to them. So you have been staring at me for an hour, and I am glad to know yoy find my form enjoyable to watch."The shaman responded

"S..shut up, you just said it was freaking hypnotic!" While she feigned anger at his comment, a lightish red appeared on her cheeks, causing the shaman to chuckle and stand up.

"As much as I have come to enjoy the short time we've shared, we do have a barony to protect and some bandits to turn into fertilizers, so let's get to it." The shaman said, still chuckling.

The shaman placed his hands on the ground and started releasing mana before saying an incantation,

"By roots and branches, earth and sky,

I call upon the wolves nearby.

In moonlit night and shadows deep,

Awaken them from nature's sleep.

With howls that echo, spirits rise,

From ancient woods and starlit skies.

Grant me now their primal grace,

As moon's embrace reveals their place.

Dire wolves strong, swift, and wild,

Answer now this nature's child.

Through bond of earth and mystic sight,

Join me in this sacred rite...dire wolves."

The bushes started shaking, followed by 5 massive dire wolves walking out of them and circling around the shaman and the knight.

"W...what did you do?" She asked, placing her free hand on her blade.

One wolf growled at them while shaking its head.

"Oh really? Well, this has gotten even more interesting...where exactly are these other humans?" He asked with a mischievous smile.

Meanwhile...

Back in Jabulani's chamber, a sleeping maid starts to stir and rise; the morning sunlight is beaming down on her from the window, causing her to slowly sit up and open her eyes.

It took a few minutes for her to register that she wasn't in her own room or even her own room...

Looking down, she noticed she was wearing her dress to bed, which draped loosely over her shoulders. Memories of the previous night started to flood back. She blushed, realizing that she must have fallen asleep in his room after some festivities... then she remembered he promised to show her a magic show when he returned.

She pulled back on the covers to get out of bed and saw the stains on her dress. As she stared at the clothing, bits, and pieces of the night started returning to her. Her eyes widened as memories returned like a picture show, and her legs began to shake and grow weak.

"...h...he took it...." she said as she reached down, pulled her dress up over her legs, then between her legs, parts her lower lips just for a sticky white liquid to flow out onto her dress.

The maid's mind was filled with many emotions...but she was unable where it all should fall as the reminisce of the lust magic still affected her, causing her to feel like it was something she wanted.

"I... I don't know what to think..." she whispered as she looked down at the mess. Filia took her hand and scooped up some semen, bringing it close to her face. She could smell the muskiness of the man's cum, making her mouth water and her lip part. Her tongue slowly started to creep out of her mouth as if it wanted to bathe the white goo dripping from her hands and fingers. She brought the sticky fluid closer to her tongue and leaned forward to taste it. The taste made her heart race and her stomach flutter as more memories of the night flooded her head. Subconsciously her other hand reached down between her legs and started playing with her clit while her mouth was now trying to lick clean her fingers.

"Mmmm... oh god... mmmm..." she moaned as her finger found her entrance and slipped inside. "Ohhh... yesssss!" she moaned as her body shuddered, her womanhood clinched down hungrily for the invisible intruder from last night that was no longer there. Soon both hands played with her hole, trying to simulate the previous night's pleasure. However, no matter what she did, she felt empty, and a burning in her groin started to grow and intensify. "I need it, I need it so bad; PLEASE; PLEASE COME BACK QUICKLY!" The young maiden screamed, falling backward onto her back and thrusting her hips up Into the air, simulating being fucked.

"Oh yes! Oh, please!" Filia begged as she closed her eyes and threw her head back as the orgasm ripped through her body. Her whole body trembled and shook as she continued to scream and moan. The maid's pussy was dripping wet, and her legs shook uncontrollably. She grabbed her dress and threw it off, revealing her naked body to the morning sun.

Unbeknownst to the young maid, the magic that kept her previous moans and screams of pleasure from escaping the room was no longer active, so her words reached beyond the door into the mansion halls. The sounds had caught the attention of the most unlikely person, Lady Cassandra. In a realm of disbelief, the lady followed the sound back to the room of their honored guest, Jabulani. Lady Cassandra looked around to ensure no one was coming before placing her ear at the door and listening to the events on the other side.

"Please, more! Use me more! Make me feel good again!" The maid screamed as she played with her clit while violating her own hole with her fingers. Still, no matter what she did or how many orgasms she had, she didn't come close to the euphoria she remembered from last night. Lady Cassandra listened intently as a flush came to her face. She subconsciously rubbed her legs together as she heard the young maid scream another orgasm. The lady's ample breast pressed against the door as she pressed her body harder against it trying to hear more.

As she heard the girl's voice start to quiet down, she turned away and walked back to her room. "What am I going to do?" she thought as she tried to calm her pounding heart. She took a few deep breaths and tried to focus on something else for a moment. The maid was still lying on the bed playing with herself. Still, the lady quickly turned away from the door. She started walking off, trying to ignore the sounds of pleasure behind her and the new wetness that had ruined her undergarments.

Back in the forest...

"What the hell is going on?" A bandit yelled as a dire wolf charged him. The canine leaped forward at him.

"Fall back!" Yelled a second bandit, watching as two more dire wolves ripped apart another bandit in a gruesome game of tug of war with the bandit's body.

"Retreat? Where? The forest itself is trying to tear us apart..." another bandit tried to yell, just as tree roots burst from the ground, impaling him in the chest and bursting out of his back.

"That makes the fifteenth group of bandits you've dealt with," Lady Seraphina said, never needing to draw her sword once.

"Bandits are easy to kill; just show them overwhelming ****, and they fall apart, especially when there isn't a strong central **** leading them," replied the shaman, skillfully influencing the forest as if it were an extension of his own will.

The shaman's connection with the forest was undeniable. As he focused, the trees seemed to bend and twist to his whims, their branches reaching out like vengeful claws toward any remaining bandits. The remaining marauders, now overcome with fear and confusion, scattered in all directions, desperately trying to escape the wrath of the enraged woodland.

Meanwhile, Lady Seraphina calmly surveyed the chaotic scene. Her eyes glinted with growing respect and caution as she watched the shaman's display of power. "How many more are you going to wipe out today?" She asked out of curiosity.

With the bandits scattered and the dire wolves protecting their territory, the forest seemed to reclaim its serene aura again. The shaman gradually eased his control over the natural forces, allowing the trees to settle back into their tranquil state. The dire wolves, now calm and content, retreated into the shadows.

"I figured ten or twenty more groups should do it, but I feel you have other thoughts about this," replied the shaman. He turned to face Lady Seraphina with a slight smile, genuinely interested in hearing her ideas.

"I thought the plan was to thin the herd, but at the speed and rate at which you are hitting them, it's almost as if you're trying to **** a retaliation from the bandits," she responded, her expression serious as she weighed the implications of their actions.

The shaman's smile widened slightly as he appreciated Lady Seraphina's perceptiveness. "You're astute as always, my lady. My intention is not to incite a full-scale retaliation but to send a message that their time has come, we are coming for them, and hell is coming with us."

Lady Seraphina nodded, "I see the merit in your approach, but It's a risky move; you're not even taking prisoners, so we are learning nothing about their numbers or strengths."

The shaman's smile remained as he replied to Lady Seraphina, "You're right, my lady. It is risky, but bold actions are sometimes necessary to achieve a goal."

"As for taking prisoners," he continued, "I understand your concern, but instilling fear in them now may yield more information in the long run. We can learn from the rumors and stories that spread among them after our encounters. This can provide valuable insight into their numbers and strengths."

Lady Seraphina nodded, acknowledging his words, "Very well. We can make the best of this situation as long as we remain vigilant and adaptive."

As they ventured deeper into the forest, the dire wolves sniffed the air, and the shaman sensed their heightened excitement. He whispered, "They've found something, not just another bandit post, but an entire medium-sized bandit encampment."

Lady Seraphina's eyes narrowed as she surveyed the area. "So, how about this? How many do you think are there? A hundred? Two hundred bandits, maybe?" she inquired, assessing the potential threat they were about to face.

The shaman pondered for a moment, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "It's difficult to say for certain, but judging by the dire wolves' reaction, I would estimate at least a hundred."

Lady Seraphina agreed, "A frontal **** may not be the wisest choice, given the potential numbers they have."

They retreated to a safe distance, hidden from view, to discuss their next course of action. The sound of women screaming, followed by moans, could be heard from multiple stitched-together tents. "Well, now, that gives me an idea," the shaman said with a mischievous grin.

Initially confused, Lady Seraphina looked at the shaman, but then realization dawned upon her. "NO, NEW IDEA NOW!" she almost yelled, possibly giving away their element of surprise.

"Think about it," the shaman continued, still grinning. "A simultaneous attack from the inside and multiple attacks from the outside would create a much-needed diversion and save some of your people while we're at it."

Lady Seraphina looked at him, her face flushed with embarrassment and frustration. "And your plan is for me to get captured, stripped of my weapons and armor, and put into a **** tent?"

The shaman tried to explain further, "And once you're inside, you can signal me, and I can get your sword and armor to you so you don't have to worry about being unarmed..."

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" Seraphina said, interrupting him, the flush now going into a full-on blush.

"Ok, ok... well, this will make it harder to save those women... so just keep a lookout. I'll make the dire wolves guard our perimeter while I meditate on a plan," the shaman said calmly as he found a tree to sit under.

"Meditate? They need help, NOW!" Seraphina responded, watching him with concern.

"Yes, and my immediate plan was shot down. Now, I need time to think of one that won't get the women killed or caught in the crossfire of my spells. So just keep watch of the camp, and we will move if there is a drastic change, but until then, I must meditate," the shaman replied bluntly.

Lady Seraphina sighed but felt it was better to give in than waste time arguing at this point. "Very well, but do try to hurry. I'll keep a vigilant eye on the camp."

The shaman closed his eyes and focused his mind, allowing the forest's energy to flow through him. He delved deep into his thoughts, seeking a new approach.

Meanwhile, Lady Seraphina remained vigilant, her senses sharp and alert. She kept a watchful eye on the bandit camp, analyzing its layout and the guards' movements. While the dire wolves keenly patrolled the perimeter with silent efficiency.

Time passed, but the shaman continued his meditation, undisturbed by the commotion. Gradually, ideas began to take shape in his mind, and he honed in on a plan that could turn the situation in their favor.

Suddenly, the dire wolves signaled a change in the camp's activity. A group of bandits appeared to be preparing for something but of what, then wolves were not sure.

"Jabulani, we have movement," Lady Seraphina called out.

The shaman's eyes opened. "This may be the opening we need. More than likely, they're getting ready to return to the main camp."

He climbed to his feet and signaled for one of the dire wolves to stalk the departing bandits while the rest remained, preparing to attack.

"How can you be so sure? How do you know they aren't just going after another village?" the lady questioned as she readied herself for combat.

"Because that would be foolish after the constant attacks they have suffered from all day today. The wiser action would be reinforcing their defense and preparing for an attack. But we won't be attacking their main camp, not yet. If this encampment is this big with a good hundred bandits... their main one must be worse, and we will need to call in assistance," said the shaman.

Lady Seraphina stared at Jabulani, taking in the full context of his words. How, just how, were so many bandits able to gather under their noses? How did a beholder get here? There were too many questions and not enough answers.