The pair immediately dropped any pretense of calmness and rushed into Yvain's room.

Nora was a bit faster than him and, after he closed the door behind them, jumped on him, her legs wrapping around his waist. The clothes she had been holding were already discarded somewhere on the floor.

The couple dueled tongues and exchanged saliva desperately. Drool flowed down their chins and Nora's hips moved over his cock almost as if they had no bones. But even with how much strength she was using it didn't feel like enough and Yvain grabbed her ass with both hands and humped her back.

"Do that thing with your mouth," Nora panted.

It took a moment for Yvain to understand what she meant, but when clarity reached, he slid his tongue over the roof. Nora's body shook and constricted tighter around him as she opened wider.

Her nails began to pierce Yvain's back but when they suddenly made a tear in his clothes they receded. Her hands instead tried to find another way to hold on to the incoming storm, but they didn't unshackle the strength he knew they had.

He cut the kiss short and Nora followed him with a sad whine, trying to kiss him again.

"Wait," Yvain laughed. He quickly took off his shirt, threw it aside, and closed Nora's mouth with his again.

Nora now grabbed on to his back with full force. Yvain relished in the pain her nails brought and how they bit harder the better his tongue made her feel. At first she was an active participant of the kiss, but with more strokes came deeper moans and loss of control.

As if filled with a numbing agent, her tongue hung loosely and saliva fell undisturbed onto her chest. It eventually reached Yvain, making their upper bodies slippery but easier to rub. It was the same for their lower bodies.

Nora's wetness had drenched Yvain's crotch at this point. From the start she never stopped rubbing herself as hard as possible, just as he hadn't stopped rubbing her. When she finally came, Nora pressed her pussy to his stomach as she practically peed on him with her ejaculation. One long moan undulated from her into Yviain as she mewled into his mouth.

They came up for a brief intake of air, liquid covering them with seemingly no beginning or end.

"One hour won't be enough," Yvain said, but Nora was too far gone in her orgasm to answer him.

"Again, again," she begged amorously, moving her head up and down to lick his face as she couldn't move the tongue itself.

Yvain didn't need to be asked twice. He assaulted her mouth one more time, now taking them both to bed. Nora, far from satisfied, had already started up the friction against his hard cock, moaning every time he licked the top of her mouth.

Yvain got inside on all fours, but Nora, instead of lying down, stuck to him like glue, using his body as a handhold to keep rubbing herself on him. He tried to pry her off by the waist, but all he managed to do was keep her marginally off for a few seconds as she pushed back with all her strength. He was forced to release her and Nora slammed her mound back on his dick. Her desperation was making it hard for him to concentrate on the kiss. He also now had the distinct need to fuck her until she couldn't pump her hips anymore.

Why don't I do exactly that? Yvain thought and pulled his pants down far enough to fully free his length.

Nora's hips increased in speed and her panting became turbulent when the cylinder snuggly set itself between her lower lips. Her pussy was practically on fire despite how wet it was. It wasn't just her lower body though. All of her was heating up like sun-burnt stone.

Yvain wasn't far behind that heat. As such, now they could add sweat to their checklist of substances. It covered them in waves in mere seconds, yet neither of them cared. They freely used the slipperiness to rub all of each other as they kissed.

His first attempt to penetrate her was met with failure. His cock simply slipped across. It brought an appreciative moan out of her but that wasn't the main goal. The second attempt found the same fate, as Nora's movements were too erratic.

Was he aiming at the right place? Yvain tried to remember in detail the image of her opening her pussy for him in the shower and where she guided him to in the morning. But even if he found the right spot, she was moving too much at the moment.

In sexually charged frustration he spanked her sweat covered ass, but it only served to add fuel to Nora's fire and she nibbled his ear, adding strength to the speed of her humping.

What he needed to do was force her to stop moving for a moment. Shifting his concentration away from their crotches Yvain began another relentless assault on her mouth. It actually served to get Nora to slow down, but he needed her to be locked inside an orgasm.

Thankfully she was too weak to being licked on the roof of her mouth as it didn't take even a minute for Yvain to make her come. As Nora scratched his back and shivered against him, he felt for her entrance with his dick. Soon a connection between memory and reality was made and he grabbed her ass for support before slamming himself all the way into her still orgasming pussy.

Nora's droopy face reached a short clarity with a clipped gasp.

"That's not fair," she breathed in a murmur. Her wide eyes stared into Yvain before they rolled back.

Just like last time he penetrated her, her whole body lost all strength and she fell into bed. Yvain was better prepared this time and held on to her hips as he appreciated the warmth and tightness of her insides.

Nora's lower half was being suspended in the air, her legs straining themselves straight and her pussy shooting a spray against Yvain's stomach.

All of her being was doing its outmost to suck him in for everything he was worth. And Yvain could feel himself right on the edge, just like he always felt with her. But he still had some control left. He could finally actually fuck her, and he wanted to do it at least for a bit before he came.

Yvain gave three almost full thrusts, letting most of his cock pull out before punching in, and Nora gave a guttural scream he had never heard before. It was loud, and it rattled his eardrums, but it also spurred him to give her longer strokes; to claw into her butt cheeks and fuck her into the headboard.

In his current delirium Yvain would have kept going even after her head had struck the wooden piece. But Nora managed to use her arms to push against it and keep herself in place. She was still mostly numb though and he was overpowering her.

Yvain had never truly tested Nora's flexibility, but her back easily bent backwards to accommodate his every powerful thrust. Her abdominals were stiff, and her tits bounced all over the waves his hips created. While she couldn't do much from her position, she still slightly pushed her hips back to meet Yvain's thrusts.

Nora's screaming passed into a taut silence. Every muscle strained while her expression twisted in untold pleasure. She was almost hyperventilating as the white of her eyes fully presented itself. When Yvain came into her depths, she came with him and gave another roar that mixed with his own. She was already spraying his stomach but as he filled her the jet would increase in strength.

The moment lasted for several seconds before Yvain fell on top of her, both seemingly spent.

A large part of the bed was already fully soaked. Nora lay in place with her legs and arms spread.

"I don't get it," Nora said almost afraid yet unable to stop herself from moaning in the aftershocks. "How can I even come this much or feel like this."

Yvain didn't have an answer for her, nor could he think of one right now. Panting, he scooped up Nora's legs and pushed them back, pinning her heels with his hands next to either side of her head.

"Oh stars you're going to kill me," Nora said.

Yvain didn't know if she realized that she was opening her legs wider on her own with his help. Regardless, his cock was still rock solid despite him coming and now with the added leverage he was free to use all his strength to slam Nora's raw cunt. Her expression showed that she was fully aware of the fact.

"Mer-CY." Like a punch to the gut Nora screamed the end of her plea as Yvain forcibly buried his cock home. He began to fuck her even harder and deeper than before, using gravity as partner in crime.

The ecstasy was too much for Nora. Her legs pushed against his hold, her hands weakly tried to stop him, but Yvain easily brushed everything off and did his best to bury her into the bed.

Nora tried to speak but all that came out were animalistic moans. Yvain couldn't get enough of the debauch display. Despite her words her pussy kept tightening and sucking him in. Wanting to bring her even more mind-blowing pleasure, he reached out for one of her hard nipples with his mouth and bit down. Nora's ejaculation came back with a vengeance and Yvain used his whole body weight combined with his strength to hold her down as she buckled violently and screamed.

This went on for an unknown amount of time.

In the single-minded rush to fill Nora again, Yvain didn't notice that her struggles and moans were becoming weaker. He practically didn't see anything as all his senses left to encapsulate her insides. Their warmth, wetness, constricting strength and their need. His pistoling increased to meet that need, wet slaps sounding out around the now mostly quiet room, until with a triumphant roar he slammed his dick as deep as possible inside Nora and pined her down completely. It was an easy task, as she had already fainted.

As he relished in the joy of his cum bursting in and out of her pussy in droves, an acidic smell hit him. Nora had peed herself again. The yellowish substance fell on her and around the bed.

When Yvain released her legs, they limply fell on either of his sides.

Nora was peacefully unconscious inside the mess they just made, and he was once again slapped with the clarity of what he had just done. Why did he keep losing control like this? It wasn't as violent as before, but a part of him felt uncomfortable at the frenzied state he would enter when fucking her. Thankfully Nora hadn't resented him last time. What if he took too far in the future though?

Yvain picked Nora up in his arms. These were things he would need to think about later, for now they needed to get cleaned up and see what route Nelimir had finally decided on.

After picking up Nora's clothes and her bottled medicine Yvain went into the bathroom. He first took care of the surface cuts; they were small enough that barely any of the green liquid was used. Then he washed Nora and himself before getting both of them dried and dressed. At this point Nora was still unconscious but her breathing and heartbeat were normal so he wasn't too worried.

He picked her up again and went back into the room. Since the bed was soaked, he sat on the floor and set her down on his lap, resting against his chest. Having Nora's shapely body against him stirred his loins, but he forced the fire to stay locked while waiting for her to wake up.

If it had been up to him, he would have remained in place until she became conscious. Yet Elly sped up the process by pounding on his door once again.

Nora woke with a start and looked at her surroundings trying to understand where she was. Then she looked at herself.

"Hey," Yvain said and waited until she looked back at him, "Morning."

"Morning," Nora groggily said. "How long was I out?"

"Half an hour more or less," Yvain said, now caressing half Nora's face.

Nora leaned into his touch. "Did you dress me?"

Yvain nodded. "You're fully mended and showered."

Nora warmly smiled, "Than-"

Elly pounded the door to Yvain's room, cutting Nora off.

Yvain jumped at the sound, making Nora laugh before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"I think they're waiting on us again," Nora said.

With a sigh Yvain motioned for Nora to stand.

The pair went to the door together and found a glowering Elly behind it.

"How long were you going to keep us waiting?" she asked.

"Oh please, you couldn't have been waiting that long," Yvain said.

"It's been 20 minutes now," Nelimir cut in.

The Draconian's Tavern leader had stack of papers next to him. Selt was lying face down on the table, and Roesia was doing her best to look bored. Though every time she sneaked a peak at Yvain and Nora she'd go fully red and look away.

Yvain didn't know how to respond. He really did not think it had been that long. Was he losing his touch? No. It was one more side-effect of the drug called Nora. He simply lost track of time.

"It won't happen again," was all he said before pulling Nora along and taking a seat.

"Of course it won't," Elly said with a snort and followed suit.

"Don't worry, this won't take long," Nelimir said, more to Yvain than the rest.

Yvain looked at his friend in puzzlement, but the man's face wasn't giving anything away. What did he mean? Yvain was never one to rush away from the duties to the guild. He had never cared how long their meetings would take, neither did he care now. Elly was her usual angry self, and he wasn't sure if Selt was even awake, but Roesia's bashful fidgeting brought the truth out in an ice cold hammering to Yvain's brain.

They heard everything, Yvain thought in despair.

His mouth flopped like a dead fish as he looked at his friend, but Nelimir pushed through the impending awkwardness with an awkward cough of his own.

"So Elly, do you deem Nora fit to train us?" he asked.

"She's alright," Elly said, and that was all she had to say on the matter.

Nelimir took it as seriously as any detailed report and marked off something on the piece of paper in front of him.

"Then off to the main topic," Nelimir said. "I've weighed our options and have decided for us to go back to Allsworth." Whatever awkwardness had been building up in light of Yvain and Nora's escapades dissipated in an instant.

"You're insane," Roesia said, now fully focused on the meeting.

"Are you sure?" Elly asked.

The name of the city meant nothing to Selt so he remained as he was, and Nora looked on in confusion.

"What's in Allsworth?" she asked.

"It's our hometown," Yvain said. "We were exiled from it."

Nora didn't look alarmed at the revelation but she gave him a comforting pat on the back.

"I know the consequences of us going back," Nelimir said, "And I won't force either Yvain or Roesia to do so."

"As if I'd stay behind," Yvain said. "This is about Nora, right?"

Nelimir nodded. "We could run around Empryon and look for clues on any unsavory activity, but the search could take years. My family undoubtedly has connections and information ranging the kingdom. It's an easy decision."

"Easy for you!" Roesia stood and smacked the table with her small hands. "How am I supposed to face my family?!"

Elly looked at the sorceress curiously. "You don't have to face your family. We can rent a room at Marie's inn."

"Look at my hair," Roesia said and roughly gripped a handful of her blue mane. "The moment I set a foot inside Allsworth my parents will know I'm back."

"I already said I won't force you," Nelimir said.

Roesia glared at their leader before sitting back down in a huff. "As if I'd abandon you all."

"Ugh then why even complain you brat," Selt said as he sat up.

"You're one to talk," Roesia said under her breath.

"I thought you were asleep," Yvain said.

"I was half-way there," Selt said and rubbed his eyes.

"Am I right to assume we're all in agreement then?" Nelimir asked everyone around the table.

"Come on you always knew we'd all be in agreement," Yvain said and sat straighter in his chair.

"I wasn't," Roesia said.

"And now you are," Yvain said, as if it was a foreordained conclusion, and looked to Nelimir. "I spoke to Lydia when I went out to grab Selt. She recommended a healer personally trained by her to join us."

"Where can we find him?" Nelimir eagerly asked.

"Is it that exciting?" Nora laughed. "You're all about to be trained by me."

Yvain looked at her warmly and covered her hand. "We can find him in Canrum. The only downside is that he's apparently a bit of drunk."

"You want a drunk taking care of our injuries?" Elly asked.

"I didn't say that," Yvain said. "But we haven't found anyone to fill the position, and Canrum is just a short detour away from Allsworth. It won't hurt to check him out."

"He's right," Nelimir said. "We'll need to make some stops before reaching our destination regardless. I'm sure Nora is tired of not having her own clothes and we need to stock up on supplies."

The Draconian's Tavern leader made several quick notes and stood. "If no one has any more to add we'll be departing immediately."

"Where will we be going first?" Roesia asked.

"Set our course for Triven, we can do our supply run there," Nelimir said.

"May I ask how long the journey to Allsworth will take us?" Nora asked as the rest of the group stood to leave.

"About one week," Nelimir said.


One week later

The night ether was displaying its full majesty. The congregation of lights residing in the obsidian womb ebbed and surged, threatening to shoot down and grace all mortals with their presence at a moment's notice. One could only pray that such a blessing fell on their side of the line that divided all races.

Alskar's race had been lucky enough to receive the patronage of their own guiding star. She solidified their standing against all other races, she created a sense of community unheard of in his lifetime or those past, and she steered him toward his obsession.

Nora was their empress. He, along with Orlia and Seppo, would rescue her and make the human race pay for murdering their emperor.

"Over here!" called Seppo. Alskar's apprentice looked like any other human teenager. In fact, all three of them wore the veil of a human. All thanks to the wondrous, but filthy expensive, drug which allowed them to morph into the specific form it was brewed for. The empire's treasury had contained five, now there was only one left.

Seppo held up a golden coin. It had a peculiar design Alskar had never seen before but Orlia quickly snatched it and brought it up to her eyes.

"It's my creator's emblem," she said.

Alskar tried to peer into the woman's eyes but the black hood and face mask customary to her group didn't allow it. The rest of her was dressed as any other human though, as was he and Seppo. They were dressed well enough to not seem poor but not rich either.

"Why is it so close to the humans?" Alskar asked. The emblem itself was something every god and goddess had, etched on their skin by higher powers and designed differently for each patronage. One of the scarce ways one could tell what they were.

Orlia crushed the coin in her trembling fist.

"Someone dared to challenge her," she spat out.

"Challenge her?" he asked.

"Nothing," Orlia said. She was about to put the coin away but Alskar stopped her.

"Let me see it," he said. Orlia's hand tensed for a second, but she quickly relented and handed it over.

On closer inspection the coin revealed the glaring face of a dragon. He could almost feel the fury etched in each contour of gold. It didn't adhere to any currency design he knew of, but it had to be related to their race. They were the only ones that knew the true form of a dragon.

"When you say 'her' you obviously mean our empress," Alskar said. "What does this coin have to do with her?"

Orlia didn't answer. She simply offered her open hand, asking for the coin back.

Alskar gave an angry chuckle considering if he should keep pressing. How were they supposed to get anything done if the damn woman refused to cooperate where it mattered? But it would do no good to start a fight now so he handed it over. Orlia promptly put it in one of her pockets.
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