You insist, but your body has other ideas.

“No we go north, I will be fine.” She glares at you, “Don't worry, my arm hurts, but we can make it to the next city to the north where we were going.”

“It is over a month away, and there isn't much between here and there. We go west.” Spurring your horse on, you head north ignoring her. She waits a few minutes, then growls and follows you. “Fine die see if I care.” The two of you travel on without a word, but as you go the sun seems to get hotter and hotter. It is making you more tired than you thought you were, and you slump forward to rest on the neck of your horse. But it is just so hot, why aren't your piercings working, you think, and somewhere you think you can hear someone yelling, but you can't see anyone. Looking around it seems the trees must have blocked out the sun, as it is so dark. But then why is it so hot? Your arm hits something hard and a sharp pain rips through your body. The horse, where is my horse? You think, as you try to get up. Then more screaming, and silence.

Your eyes open slowly, blinking you stare at a stone slab ceiling of an unremarkable room. Whatever you are laying on is hard, but slightly padded. Looking around as you sit up, you see Velunda sitting on the floor, head on the edge of the bed, sound asleep. Sitting up, you swing your bare legs over the edge of the bed beside her and touch her hair lightly, brushing a lock of her hair out of her eyes. This stirs her awake and she looks up at you with her pretty green eyes. “You are awake.” She says quietly, then leaps on you grabbing you hard, “You are awake!” She yells crushing you.

“Ouch.” Is all you manage to eek out, but a wide smile overtakes your mouth. “How long was I out? Where are we?”

“Well as it turns out, those creatures bight carries a nasty disease, and you got it. We weren't sure if you were going to pull through. The healers here don't have as powerful magic as the ones at my temple, they couldn't cure the disease, only help you keep your strength so you could fight it off. You have been out for three days. As for where, when you passed out I took you to Bluumgard.”

“I thought I said to go north.” You whisper, but she shuts you up with a kiss, long and soft. “Silly bitch, you are going to get in trouble.”

“As soon as you are strong enough, I am going to kick your ass.” She fires back, pinching your bare nipples. “I wasn't going to just let you die, you know that. As it turns out this side trip has been a good thing. I know where Sarianna is. The seer I first talked to that said I would find her with you must have known this would happen. There is a wizard here that has a magic scrying device, a far seeing mirror. I paid him to use it to find Sarianna. She is being held captive by a powerful sorceror in a castle in hell. All we have to do is go there and rescue her.”

“Wait, did you say hell? How do we go to hell and get out? Are you serious?”

“Quite. I have already made all of the nessicary plans. Your guns are magic so you can kill devils with them, and so is my sword. I also got you some new presents. We will have to pay the church back later for them, but that isn't that big of a deal. Let me get them.” She lets you go, reluctantly, and pulls out a brand new looking leather messenger style bag and hands it to you. “This is the first, open it. It is a magic pouch that holds as much as a trunk but doesn't weigh a thing.”

Reaching in the pack, you find there are several things right there at your fingertips, somehow all in the same place at the same time, sort of. First you find she has put your clips and extra ammo in it, and the magic makes them all easy to have right at hand easily even if you just dump them in. “Very cool.” You say flashing her a smile. Pushing it all out of the way you find her first present. A cute tiny black pleated skirt with a ruffled petticoat attached so it will stand out a bit. You pull it out with a smile and step into it to try it on. Pulling it up so it sits nicely on your hips and covers the crack of your ass and pussy, it falls just perfectly to the bottom of your ass. It stands out a bit to offer just the slightest glimpse of ass as it is very short, but with the lace underneath it is actually a bit modest compared to what you have been wearing. As you spin a bit looking it over, you notice it is a tad heavier than it looks.

She sees you noticing the weight and explains, “It is armored. Granted it doesn't cover much, but it is magic so it protects as well as a full skirt. That and the top also in there, is as protective as a chain mail tunic. Not as good as my armor, but very light and I hoped you would be willing to wear it if it still let you look like a slut like you like.”

“Hey I don't dress like a... ok maybe a little.” She pulls out the top for you and hands it to you. It is a small ruffled white top with spaghetti straps that certainly doesn't feel armored, but it is a bit heavy considering how little it covers really, so you can tell there must be some kind of metal in it. “Cute.”

“Now you just have to wear your boots and gloves when we are on the road and I won't have to keep punishing you for being stupid.”

“Punishing, what do you mean?” As you ask she snatches you up, plops down on the bed throwing you across her lap, and proceeds to slap your ass seven times, hard, making your ass sting. You squeal and giggle the entire time, rubbing your red ass once she finishes. “That hurt.” You say pouting.

“Oh, I am sorry, but you deserved it. Here I'll kiss it and make it better.” Leaning her head down and shoving you onto the bed, she buries her face in your ass, first kissing each cheek, then nuzzling and tonguing out your hole. “So are you going to keep wearing your armor on the road?” She asks between bouts of tonguing your asshole.

Gasping as she hooks her fingertip in your clit ring you answer, “Yes. Oh fuck yes.” Obviously still concerned with your health, she doesn't get near as rough as usual, simply content to finger and lick at your holes for the better part of an hour before she finally remembers your last gift and springs up grabbing the pack.

“Oh I almost forgot, your last gift. I noticed you really don't know how to fight in melee, so I got you something a bit better than your spear or dagger, and I will help you train with it as well. This.” She finishes pulling out a sword in a simple black leather sheath, that seems to be solid silver with a nearly one inch thick double sided blade and black leather wrapped simple handle with a 2” ball of silver for a pommel. “It is magic, but not really powerful. It will help with balance, sharpness, and it even will help you to parry other blows as well.

Hefting it, you have to admit that there is something quite satisfying and almost familiar to swinging it around. “It seems like I have done this before.”

“That is the magic helping your aim. With training you will eventually want one that the magic focus more on power, or other special properties, but this one will help keep you safe when I can't. Now put on the rest of your armor and we can go out and I can show you some moves. Unless you need to rest."