Druid and Monk

The duke left to the courtyard. The bright sun and the open air mirrored the elation he was feeling. With the rebels gone, it was only Lauren and his fucktoys that stood in the way of Aaron's success. And no matter how strong a fighter Lauren was or how powerful Ilya was, they would not beat his Red Mourners. He laughed as he approached the training field. Training dummies had been set up to train his guards on. He looked at the men guarding the courtyard. They were broad and burly, the best the duchy had to offer. He then turned his attention to the only two currently using the training field.

Lidden and Lavisca were not related by blood but they had both grown up in the wilds. This was obvious on Lavisca. The old woman wore animal pelts and all sorts of druidic symbols. She surely would have lived in a hut in the middle of the woods had Aaron not found her. He looked over her contemptuously. Her black hair had faded to gray, the same color as her eyes. Her wrinkled face may have held beauty once. Her breasts were never impressive but now they sagged to a flatness. Likewise she had no rear to speak of, and her limbs themselves were bony and discomforting. She was idly watching her pet lion maul a training dummy.

Lidden was a younger man. He wore only a sash across his chest and a skirt over pants combo. He was lithe but strong. Grace filled his every strike and the training dummy was soon chopped in half by only his hand. He was bald and his eyes shown light blue. He turned and bowed a small bow to the duke, hatred in his eyes.

The duke smiled broadly back. These two worked for him to save their precious forest from his imperial expansion. They did not like him, but they knew what would happen should they slay him. Not only to their forest, but them as well. Aaron spared another glance towards his guards. Their light frames hid a powerful training and allowed them to outrun most opponents. They were the best men and women of the duchy. The duke asked, "How goes your training?"

Liddin spoke plainly, "We will be ready for your enemies." The young man then turned to continue training, his buzz-cut brown hair safely out of his eyes.

Laviosca simply waved a hand as the middle aged woman watched her bipedal lion creature eviscerate another dummy. Her black hair was showing streaks of gray. Her modest breasts were starting to sag. Her limbs and rear only beginning to show the thinness that might come with old age.

The duke responded, "Good. I would hate to waste the expense of the training dummies."

The two looked annoyed. The duke knew that they disdained currency and worldly possessions. Libdin only owned the sash, pants, and skirt that she wore. Her short hair needed to be cut as it was starting to get into her eyes. She kept one breast hidden by her sash, but the other was free. Easily done as her breasts were basically the size of a man's. Laviscousess muttered something about that being only the duke's concern before her eyes went back to the leonid. The humanoid lion was getting his work out today. The young druid idly held her hand under her robes. She cared not who saw her masturbate. Her breasts were small and perky. Her body was thin but not so thin to be in any way unpleasing. Her black hair grew long, to the ground she sat on, probably past her butt should she stand.

The duke felt emboldened seeing Laviscousness's open masturbation and goes to grab a breast. After all, he is guarded by the best women of the duchy. He is sure that many will like the show too, given how many are bisexual. The duke felt the small breasts and then a moment of confusion. Why had he thought small? Lasciviousness's breasts were quite large in fact. He couldn't get his hand to cup the whole of them. He remembered thinking of her looking rather silly with such large breasts on such a thin woman. Still her face was cute as well with her piercing gray eyes and luscious black hair framing symmetrical features. She was almost as pretty as Libid. Libid had a face made for sex: thick lips and big blue eyes, all framed sexily by her wavy brown locks running to her shoulders. Libido's breasts were not as large as the mighty mammaries of Lasciviousness, but she kept her C cups open for all to see. One jiggled freely while the other was hidden by a sash only half the time.

Duke Aaron thought about bedding the two of them but worried what would happen if Libido broke her vow of chastity. He also saw the sexy leonid man, done with his training. The leonid, bursting with muscles and a penis now clearly erect at eight inches, was heading toward the druid. She kept her animal man controlled with the use of sex. The duke decided not to get in the way of that right now. He decided to climb the tower to visit the last Red Morning: the sorcerer.

He spared one last look to his guard ****, all beautiful women in armor that barely covered any of themselves. It was an incredibly stupid idea, the duke admitted, but the view was worth it. Especially as they eyed him as he left and then started eyeing one another.