Banned On The Run (Act II)

You find yourself in a quiet tavern, The Merl Inn, in a city far from home. Several cities, and even national borders between you and your past life. Shozan troops entering the kingdom of Chazdin could cause an incident, but that's a risk the King Hector and his son are likely willing to pay at this point, forcing you to keep on the move. Home now is where you lay your head at night, which has largely been in a different location every day for the past several months. You count your blessings, the greatest being that your dear Trevolia is still with you, and it seems you've escaped the pursuit of her brother and father. Joan has stuck around as well, though that seems to be more of a mixed blessing. It's been a difficult transition, both into a nomadic life on the run, and the life of a poor peasant, and she has provided assistance, but it often seems like she only does so in order to enjoy watching the two of you struggle.

The two of you have had to learn fast, and so far you've been capable at that, the princess especially. Among the skills she's picked up, she's become quite the dancer, performing with you and your songs for free or reduced board in establishments like this, or other favors. She was actually doing that right now, dancing innocently on a large table, without your accompaniment, giving you a chance to talk with Joan.

"I'm glad the two of you have survived, but something's going to need to change for this keep going on."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that your princess needs to find a way to take care of herself, to protect herself. She can't have her only talent be on her back, not if you want to keep her to yourself and actually make something with your new lives."

"That's insulting, and inaccurate" You reply grumpily

"Oh, I'm sorry. Remind me how it is that the two of you got yourselves into this mess in the first place?"

Her point is highly frustrating, but you don't have any means of countering or resisting it at this point, so you change the subject. "Joan, why are you even here? You fulfilled the arangement, we can't be good for anything else to you."

"Oh, Silve, I'm disappointed in you. I thought you'd have figured it out. I'm playing the long game here, and that requires both of you staying alive and out of trouble, as much as can be helped. That, and one other thing?"

"What?"

"I still want you" Her hand moves below the table and grabs your crotch "I know you love her, but in time you'll see you're better off with her than me."

You feel the heat of her breath as she leans in and whispers "Has she ever sucked your cock all the way down to your base? Have you ever thought you were going to cum just from the feeling of her tongue on your balls? Have you ever taken her ass? Have you ever given it to her so bad that her eyes rolled back into her head?"

"Shut up!" You protest, giving her a shove "She's not like that!"

"Ohhh, but you are, and so am I. I can, and I will, if you ever stop pretending to be a gentleman and actually be yourself."

"Food for thought" Joan says as she sits up from the table "Back to the matter at hand, I think she actually has the aptitude to be an amazing wizard, and we should look into that the next chance we can get." As she finishes her thought, she walks away, walking to the large communal fire and warms herself by it. As she does, Trevolia finishes her performance and comes sit alongside you.

"What was that all about?" She asked curiously

"It's nothing. Just, you know, Joan being Joan. Plans within plans." You consider what she said for a brief moment. "You know, a long time ago, you said you would be intrested in learning how to use bardic magic. What do you think of more arcane magic?"

"What, of having a spellbook and a cane to carry my weary old body around from having sat too long in a dark old library?"

"Something like that, ya."

"I guess" She said indifferently "I'm not sure I'd be any good at it."

"You weren't sure you'd be any good at cooking either."

"That's very different Silve, but I guess I get your point. Was that Joan's idea?"

"Mostly, ya"

"Well, she'd be the one to know." She leans against you, side by side, quietly for a few moments.

"How do you feel about taking this upstairs?" She asks abruptly, pulling you from whatever idle haze you were in.

"Ya, absolutely."

"Great, just give me a minute, okay?" She kissed you on the cheek as she headed upstairs to your room. Joan watched her just as you did, and when the door was closed, she revealed her vulgar self once again. Her tongue out, she mimicked a licking motion while her strong hand rose up and moved up and down next to her face, as if she were stroking your cock. You angrily ignore her as you walk up the stairs, but can't deny the raging hard-on it gives you to see it.