Well Jon Has Good Taste At Least.

“Well he has good taste at least.” I shrugged hating Jon a little more. I hadn't been able to get the sight of her pert ample breast out of my head. “But you are both beautiful women so I guess he figured you were to much for him to handle.”

“What is that suppose to mean?” Freya stopped eating and glanced up at me with a look.

“No offense but you would maybe crush a guy like me if not smother me with those big breasts of yours. Jon would be able to keep up for a bit but even he be over his head. Gareth is the only one of us three that could make it out alive.”

Freya began to laugh as her tits jiggle vigorously. “But you would die happy at least.”

“There is that but I still rather live thanks.” I shook my head.

“I like you. You have some spunk boy.” She reached down as her breasts brushed up against me and grabbed my crotch getting a good hold of my cock and balls. “Though clearly not a boy or lacking in balls.” She teased as she rubbed her my crotch and gave it a good squeeze.

“Will you stop.” I shook my head and pushed her hand away. Last thing I needed was someone to walk in and see her groping me.

“Spoil sport.” Freya grinned. “Fine. You are cute enough and more capable then you know of pleasing me in bed for a time at least but I prefer someone with a firm hand to handle me in the sack. Still haven't found the one who could yet but I keep looking. You ever even touch a pair of breasts before Arwyn's perky titties?” She joked as she changed the subject to me.

“A friend who has breast pain from breast feeding so I cast a spell to ease her pain.” I shrugged. That was not something I would get out of my head anytime soon.

“You can ease pain to?” Freya glanced up.

“Only other spell I know besides healing minor wounds.” I replied.

“To bad you are burned out on magic then.” Freya shrugged.

“Why? You have pain somewhere?” I said as I set a bowl aside out of the water. Despite Freya not doing anything to help me I liked having the company.

She reached back and brushed her hair aside and then pulled down the back of her collar to show off a recent wound that had closed but left a pretty recent scar. “Kobold jumped on my back and grabbed a handful of hair and stabbed me pretty deep in the back of the neck. Dirty little fuckers will fuck you up the ass if you give them half the chance.” She smirked and went back to eating her food. I wondered if that was just a figurative expression or something kobolds would really do.

“Ouch. What did you do to him?” I asked knowing she was not the type to let something like being stabbed in the back go lightly.

“Ran backwards into a wall then stomped his little ass to **** when he fell off. I much rather fight a fucking human to a kobold or goblin. Fuckers fight dirty. Thankfully Arwyn knows her poisons because the little fucker laced his blade with something but they typically do.” I had read a bit on curing poison on the bridge but didn't recall much other then the name of the spell Purification to remove poisons and other toxins in the blood stream. With any luck the only time I ever use it was to maybe cure a hangover as I doubted an adventurer could make it to me in time to receive healing for poison.

“Does it still bug you?” I asked.

“It was pretty deep. Arwyn stitched me up and slapped a poultice on it but it bugs me when I overdo it such as swinging my battle ax. Luckily I can take a break after this job with the coin we made.”