What's next

The next say was mostly uneventful, though Caras regreted the loss of his wank tent which he’d left at the tavern. He’d have to get a new one.

They gathered supplies and rode south, and despite his best efforts he couldn’t get either one of them to share a horse with him. He’d have to concoct a plan to ditch his horse and get one on of theirs.

They conversed on the journey and what they’d have to do, where the sorceress was and how they’d have to journey through the kingdoms. He was already tired from the days ride and was beginning to realize how difficult this was going to be. He noticed the seven foot tall paladin’s massive chest and decided he wasn’t going to give up now.

When nightfall came, he informed them he didn’t come along with a tent.

“Why not?!”

“As a follower of the cloth I am denied many earthly possessions, and must rely on the kindness of others.”

“So, what we have to find some peasants to let you sleep in their house?” Serena asked.

“No, I have to sleep in one of your tents.”

“No way.” Telsia said.

“Will you really let a priest of Abaroth sleep on the dirt outside? Especially you Serena?”

They both gave him glares that dig through titanium.

“...Fine…” Serena finally cracked.

“But--”

“I cannot let a priest of Abaroth sleep in the dirt. It is my sacred duty.”

Caras nearly yippeed.

Okay now… He thought, looking between the two of them. Which one first…?

“You can--” Serena started.

“Shhhh” He shushed her, “Quiet, dear. I’m thinking.”

His mind was obviously on the paladin, but he wasn’t sure he was up for it this night. She looked like a strong one, and he was already quite tired from having Sister Marianna confess her sins the night before.

He looked to the shorter rogue, and her slim legs and tight little body. Her fat DDs poked out to the side a bit so it was difficult for her to hide even from behind.

He absently reached down and cupped his cock in his pants, easing some of the pressure while he gazed at her body. They both grimaced at him, then he pointed at her.

“Okay, you. I’ll be sleeping in your bed tonight.” He told Telsia.

“...Fine.” She covered her chest modestly, doing her best to ignore his roving eyes.

“Why don’t you make us some dinner?” He told Serena.

She looked like she was going to argue, then gave an exasperated sigh because she was probably going to have made dinner anyway.

After the roast chicken, which Caras gobbled down most of it, belching and leaning back so his fat hairy gut peeked out of his shirt.

“So, tell me, why do two little young women like yourselves want to undertake this quest?”

“I am hardly a ‘little young woman’” Serena said, her voice getting surprisingly deep, husky and sexy to his ears, “this is a noble quest, for a noble warrior--”

“Shush now, child. Don’t interrupt when a man is speaking, and one of the cloth at that.

Serena looked appaled, but bit her tongue.

“I mean, why are you wearing all that heavy… opaque armor? Shouldn’t you be somewhere with a husband, washing his underwear and taking care of his home?”

“...I have a calling, and it is not that.”

“I mean no offense dear,” He said innocently, “I just mean it is a bit dangerous out here.”

Her eyes narrowed, “I can take care of myself.”

“I’m sure you can… why don’t you take that armor off? It must be getting hot.”

“No thank you.”

After some more idle talk between Telsia and Serena, they closed off for bed, Telsia doing everything to hold off going back to her tent.

Finally, she went, followed by Caras, breathing heavily behind her.