Show me to my room

"Ah yes, can you.. uhh--"

"Sabrina, master,"

"Yes, Sabrina, I too am very tired, could you please show me my room,"

"Certainly, walk this way,"

Sabrina made an about face and walked up a flight of stairs, wiggling her sculpted ass as she did so.

Everything about the area was such a contrast to the woods leading up to it. Everything about the area was so artistic and every statue and painting captured the essence of life. Aaralon became caught up in it all and wanted to know more of where he was,

"Excuse me, Sabrina,"

"Yes?" she stopped and faced the young mage.

"It's alright continue walking--but I'm just curious, who is your master? He told me so little, I hardly know where I am!"

She continued walking, "My master, Lord Nathaniel," "Was once a powerful and adept mage, he even studied at the college up the path for a time; but his true calling was sculpting,"

"He stumbled upon the rich minerals here and began to play with them, soon he amassed an army of statues,"

"He was so fond of this area he couldn't leave it, so he commissioned a manor here, and I've been working here ever since; he promises to pay for my tuition at the college when my servitude is up,"

This explanation quenched Aaralon for now, he was tired and left it at that. She seemed slightly **** of telling him what she did.

"Here we are," she beamed.

"Will you need anything else?"

"When is breakfast?"

"When the clock sounds seven times,"

Aaralon inspected his room.

"Is there anything else master?"

"No that will be all, thank you Sabrina, good night to you,"

"I will be up for another hour, if you wish for anything, you can find me in the basement,"

She curtsied and trotted off, like a pendulum Aaralon watched as her ass swayed through the constricting skirt, admiring it for just a moment.

The worn mage washed his frayed hands with the bucket of cold water that resided in the room, then changed into fresh clothes that were laid before him. Aaralon laid down and rested for a while, but found himself unable to sleep. So he masturbated. Thinking of the fair haired maid who had dominated his thoughts since.

Quickly, he came, but despite the relaxing sensations he was still unable to sleep.

Aaralon wandered through the building and he searched each painting for every detail. This place--was so amazing to Aaralon, so much to explore. He got lost in its winding and infinite passages. Aaralon decided he needed to find a servant and ask for directions.

Aaralon found the basement--where Sabrina said she would be, and descended the wooden stair case. The floor was no longer made of marble, but of cold hard stone. Each step stung Aaralon's naked feet.

"Sabrina?" Aaralon called out.

Aaralon heard a scream through the darkness. The basement was not well lit and Aaralon stumbled around looking for the source.

Aaralon found a door handle and pulled the wooden door open, releasing heavy moaning and screaming from what seemed Sabrina.

Aaralon closed the door immediately. She--they hadn't noticed he was down there. Curiously, Aaralon jarred the door open, peaking in. With Aaralon's limited eye sight he saw Sabrina, naked from the waist down, riding the lord of this manor. Nathaniel.

"Moan for me bitch," he hissed.

"Ohhh yess Nathhheen! I'm cumming!"

Aaralon watched as Sabrina made a soft wail. Shortly after, she dismounted her master and dressed.

"That was a good session," the old man said, rolling over and picking up a small candle from the bed post.

"That means I can leave soon?" she whispered.

"Yes yes, you can leave whenever; now, go, I'm exhausted,"

Aaralon shut the door and raced upstairs and around the corner.

A minute later Sabrina came into view.

"You can come out silly, I heard you calling,"

Aaralon wanted to smash his head up against the marble floor, he had ruined his chances with this fine maid, "I-I'm sorry,"

Her face fumed a glowing red and she straightened her wrinkled attire.

"I think it would be best if you went--"

"I'm really sorry ple--"

She hushed him and sat him down.

"My boss will be after you in the morning--he likes his privacy and I'm sure he sensed your presence; your safety will not be guaranteed if you remain here,"

"What's an old man going to do to me?" Aaralon retorted.

Sabrina sighed and spoke softly to him, "Nathen left the college of light and shadow because they were intolerable of his magics; daily he practices necromancy. I'm sure you've seen the trees coming here! The forest has fallen to his **** and blood capabilities. Those people you see carved in rock? He has imprisoned their souls in those shards unbeknownst to them. They are his puppets, in the morning he would surely do the same to you!" she whispered frantically.

"Why are you telling me this?" Aaralon became frightened.

"I have seen his plans, he was the one who sent Tar'oth after you to lure you here; if it wasn't for him the spell you casted wouldn't have even worked! He has such terrible schemes--please leave!"

"Please believe me!" she pleaded with him. She must have seen so many fall.

"I really doubt that--" Aaralon was unconvinced.

"No!" she screamed at him.

"Not another will be taken by that bastard! Forgive me!" she drew a silver pike from a statue and swung the blunt edge at Aaralon's face. Knocking him out cold.

Sabrina struggled to throw the man over her shoulder, but managed to. She drudged through the fort and carried Aaralon, powered by humanity, through the night. She picked up speed and traversed almost 22 miles.

Aaralon awoke the next day, finding himself in a cheaply furnished room.

"Ughh... Sabrina... last night..." he mumbled.

His face was throbbing, the cleave to his face left a swelling on his head.

Aaralon looked around and saw no one in the room, he raced outside, past the inn keeper.

He looked out at the town around him. A man was selling fresh fruits, and another, which caught his eye immediately was a man and his carriage.

"I'll take you where you want to go, anywhere within 50 miles!"

Aaralon was far too tired, and he resigned that perhaps returning to the college would be ok. A day had past, the grand magus would be done rampaging the place.

"But that girl..." Aaralon thought, "She could still be here,"