1. The Knight and the Acolyte Book 4, Chapter 8: Ooze's Delight


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    The Knight and the Acolyte Book Four: Song's Passion Chapter Eight: Ooze's Delight By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Knight-Errant Angela – The Lost Mines of Khragorath, Fallen Kingdom of Modan At an intersection, just as Azken promised, we found the rest post at the start of the mines. It was carved into the side of a natural cavern, a monumental edifice that seemed to sprout naturally from the rougher walls of the unworked stone. Shafts drove off in several directions from the cavern. They were not as wide as the tunnels we had walked down, nor as finally carved. “I think rest is a good idea,” Thrak said. The orc barbarian yawned and stretched. Faoril, at his side, had a smile on her face. “Did that dwarf queen tire you out?” “She was insatiable,” Thrak grinned. “You would never know such a tiny body could have such energy in her. My poor balls are drained.” “Then let's get you to bed. You need to be well rested.” Faoril licked her lips. “For adventuring in the mines, not for fucking you,” Sophia reminded. She had her magical dagger in hand. It did not glow. “We need to be careful,” Chaun nodded. Sophia scowled. She did not like Chaun. She found it suspicious that he was waiting for us. I suspected she just hated that even she was slightly attracted to the gorgeous changeling. He was irresistible. Even traveling with him for days did little to blunt his attractiveness. I put my arm around Sophia's shoulders. “If there really are ...
    baths in here, me and you can relax before we go to bed.” Sophia smiled. “Relax, huh?” “What was that about needing energy for tomorrow?” Faoril asked. “And not for fucking.” “Angela and I are not worn out by a lusty dwarf queen,” Sophia answered with a grin. Thrak yawned again. His mouth opened wide. His thick teeth revealed. His back arched and he spread his shoulders wide as the sound echoed back and forth through the cavern. “Food and sleep. That's what I need.” Faoril patted his swarthy stomach. Xera moved to one of the shafts. She peered down it. A bobbing light, conjured by Faoril, drifted to Xera and illuminated the shaft. The elf's ears twitched. She cocked her head as she examined the shaft and sniffed the air. “Anything?” I asked. “No.” She shook her head. “I thought I heard something drag. But nothing is moving.” “Well, we keep a watch,” Angela said. She drew her sword. “Let's clear the building and figure out our watch order.” “I would like to take the first watch,” Xera said. “I'll have second,” Angela nodded. “Then I shall have the last.” Thrak stretched his back. Then he strode to the stone door to the rest house. Dust covered the intricate carvings that adorned the door. He twisted the handle and it opened with barely a rasp. “Well made,” Chaun observed. “I doubt that door has been opened in several hundred years.” Thrak sneezed. “Yes, I can tell by the dust.” Searching the rest house did not take long. The first floor had stone tables, a common room, while ...
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