Marcos led her to the room to the right, opened the door, and removed his weapons and armor, put on a robe. He gave her a robe. She also undressed and felt comfortable in it for the first time in a while despite how Marcos used the time to stare. They continued further and Kaarthen noticed they were in a converted apartment with cooking areas and converted bedrooms. They stood in the main room, that was long and narrow with the cooking area and wash area to the left and two rooms at the end. It was now an armory with some of the weirdest and deadliest weapons she’d seen. The bedrooms also had even more weapons. The cooking and wash areas were changed for weapon maintenance.
“These are all the weapons that I personally owned.”
“What about everything outside? Isn’t that also yours?”
“Yes, some of it out there is things being repaired or studied. Most, like that dart Ham wanted to test were recovered from this mountain. Others were brought here from all over the world. These areas of mountains don’t have earthquakes, so this is a safe place to keep things.”
They walked out after Kaarthen had looked and touched everything. They went into the room to the right away from the door. Inside was an identical set up with a feel of comfort for living in.
“This is where I spent a lot of time between cycles. I thought up some of the best features of Menthino or new paintings or sculptures. Those people and their families down there have worked their whole lives in here. Sometimes they go out to see the city and I don’t stop them. The people of Grippe are by nature very comfortable underground. Most of what they do is done at night, and they work best outdoors when it is cloudy. The real reason for that is they all at one time came from down here.” Marcos explained.
He walked through the room carefully removing dust covers and opening windows. All the furniture was stone, cushioned with plush leather or silk. In place of chairs or tables and desks were stone platforms, benches, and pedestals.
He lay across a bed of silk and gestured for her to come over. Kaarthen lay next to him and allowed her robe to open. The robe was parted by the weight of her breasts and the right breast was exposed as she rolled to face him on her side.
Marcos looked at her. Neither needed candles. In the darkness, her hair was black. Her skin had nothing to reflect and the darkness within won out and absorbed the light around it. She looked almost drow like. Her pupils shone almost as bright as mithril but with their own light. He reached and flicked back the rest of her robe exposing the rest of her body. The unique feminine silhouette of a woman on her side was immensely erotic. Her near silent breathing was only noticeable by the panting heaves of movement. Her legs moved, rubbing her thighs in a manner of a hot woman.
She reached forward and opened his robe. Untying the knot, she focused on exposing no more then his cock. She rubbed and yanked on his hardening cock until it started lubricating. Kaarthen’s eyes stayed completely focused on it as she cupped his balls. She leaned in further to it and sucked it into her mouth. She bobbed on the head in her awkward position then reached over with her left and pushed him over. An image of him laying flat with his hands behind his head blocked her vision. She removed her robe and sat on her feet and bent forward till her breasts were on his hips and she could suck him.
She slid both hands along his body until on was flat under his balls and the other was palm down against the top of his cock. She sucked him into her mouth and bobbed with more and more speed and depth. She sucked him into her throat and went still faster. She didn’t gag even when her nose went to his hairs. She knew the goddess was responsible.
She was by now sitting up on her knees bent at the waist using her whole upper body to take his cock. Marcos was nearly about to cum but his peak slipped through his fingers despite Kaarthen’s unrelenting efforts. She gave him one long suck from root to tip and sat back. Marcos was glad for the short breather. He felt her move and straddle him. His cock went from vaguely cold with moisture to hot and wet within her boiling body. Her heavy breasts fell over his face as her pussy lifted into a rhythm.
Marcos thrust up into her as she dropped and for ten minutes, they fucked as Marcos sucked her teats. Kaarthen saw waves of images from Marcos and the goddess. In the images she was there doing various things. She went from pregnant to standing bathed in blood on a battlefield with Marcos. The clothes changed with her armor and weapons in the images. Nevertheless, she always smiled darkly. She saw herself naked many times, in many positions, usually not alone. She saw other pregnant women with her and they all made love to Marcos. They all harvested his seed.
Kaarthen tensed and exploded with a deep-throated howl and went limp. Marcos was close and rolled them over to be on top. He put an arm around her shoulders and with the other had her right leg in his elbow as he lightly slapped her breasts. Her juicy pussy was so accommodating and despite how relaxed she was, it still tugged and clenched for him. He came and with three tight deep thrusts, he spewed then locked himself in to the mouth of her cervix. Her cervix trapped his cock head and he stayed locked in her as he went to sleep.
Movements around him woke Marcos later. He opened his eyes to feel her rubbing his back and kissing him softly. Her legs had wrapped around him as her hips undulated. Her lips felt like cool clouds on his cheeks and forehead. He found himself hard within her stirring deeply with her movements. He thrust in short deep strokes until she quietly begged more. He raised himself and started spearing her almost violently as she bucked under him. Her pussy oozed and her eyes rolled back. Her mouth lolled open and her tongue rolled out as she grunted with his strokes. His ten-inch cock burrowed deeply as she came continuously around his cock. He moved around her left leg, lay beside her, and took her from behind. For another ten minutes, he stroked her with his cock and his hands. He reached for her bud and his bottom arm snaked under her head for a nipple to tease. He pushed her knees up and clutched a breast as he rolled over on top of her back covering her body in his. Marcos came violently bellowing in a long groan of animalistic satisfaction. He rolled to the side still inside her clenched vagina and slept.
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Hours later, they woke and were refreshed. Both the lovers had on silly grins as they covered the furniture in dustsheets. They then returned the robes from last night to hooks before watching each other dress in their armor slowly.
Minutes later, they were back downstairs. Marcos returned the key ring he used to get in, took three keys from the blind man, and placed them into a panel of his gauntlet. The blind man quietly disappeared with the key ring trailing smoke from his pipe.
As they left, Kaarthen and the Goddess studied all the pictures and statues again. A majority were in the images of desire from last night. She felt quietly satisfied seeing this repository of artifacts.
When they left, they went into a restaurant out on the town for breakfast. Street cafes and hotel dining were offered. Kaarthen led them to a small caf?ith two petite blond waitresses. Both were short, nearly five feet tall. One had long hair down her back in ribbons and wore a dress to the knees that had many frills. The other wore a navy halter and black leather pants, she had dark gloves on, and her hair was up. They looked as opposite as possible, one was obviously happy and smiling the other had an obvious tormented streak. The one in the dress seemed filled out with small breasts and hips. The other was attempting not to look boyish. She dressed to emphasize her femininity despite her curveless form.
Marcos could feel that both were vampires. They could also feel him. The one in pants backed away as they moved in and seated themselves. Marcos who wore his swords behind him had to sit reversed in his chair.
The other, obviously younger, vampire approached and stared at him with childlike interest. She was drawn like a moth to a flame. She seemed aware something was different about him but not what. The girl in pants quickly rushed in, and without a word, hooked the staring blonde by the elbow, and around the waist, hauling her into the kitchen area. Loud whispers were heard from behind.
“Is that normal? Are we disturbing them?” Kaarthen asked confused. The goddess seemed to reach out to the two curiosities as well.
“Those two are vampires. There is one more back there but it’s also weak. The one in pants is the leader but likely only a hundred or so. They can feel our power. Soon you’ll feel them too. That young cute one was not dangerous, but very young, and was drawn like a moth to a flame. As an immortal, they’ll sense our power. As vampires, they usually consider it a threat. That’s why the other one grabbed her. Perhaps you were also drawn here.” Marcos turned to her considering. “In the future, you should know that pale people with dark blood red pupils are usually vampires. We couldn’t see their eyes as we walked in. Nevertheless, in the future be aware of pulls on your attention. They can’t really harm you. They are less powerful and relatively fragile. However, they are quick and some old ones have magic and can affect mortals around themselves. Long ago I used to kill vampires on sight, but no one here should know that, they are all too young.”
They sat patiently. Marcos noticed that the narrow street and the way the building faced kept the sunlight out of the large storefront windows without the need for curtains. They sat alone in the middle of the restaurant listening to the vampires figure what to do.
Finally, the blondes returned. The one in a dress went to a stove and opened a steam valve in the wall acting busy and normal. The other on in pants came directly to the table but stopped two paces away.
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