1. The Knight and the Acolyte Book 4, Chapter 7: Dwarf-Queen's Hot Demands


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    The Knight and the Acolyte Book Four: Song's Passion Chapter Seven: Dwarf-Queen's Hot Demands By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Xerathalasia – Ruins of Khan, Kingdom of Haz I smiled as I led my party into the ruins of the dwarven fortress of Khan. The wide entrance that pierced the thick, stone wall led to a courtyard. The ground had been covered by paving stones, yet despite that plants and trees had grown. The tree roots buckled up the thick paving stones. Swaths of dirt, pushed in by centuries of weather, allowed grasses and shrubs to grow. Nature reclaimed what the dwarves had stolen. It gave me hope. Since I left the forests, it had saddened me to witness how the humans of the Magery of Thosi and the Kingdom of Haz cleared away the natural features and plants to build their homes of dead wood and unliving stone. But nature would one day take it back. My ears twitched as I paused in the center of the courtyard, my eyes drinking in the beauty. My ears twitched as I slowly turned. Angela, Thrak, Sophia, and Chaun stared at me, their eyes curious. They must assume I was searching for traps or secrets, relying on my keen, elven senses. “Well?” Thrak rumbled. “How do we get down into the tunnels?” “I do not know,” I answered him. “There should be a tunnel,” Sophia said. She pulled a map drawn on aged-brown paper and unfolded it. She had removed the map from the Library of Khalesithan. It was a detailed map of the known world. “See, ...
    there is a marking here at Khan. That's the point of this place, to lead down to the dwarf kingdom.” “Let's start searching,” Angela said. “Faoril, I think now is as good a time as any to put the horses to sleep.” “Yes,” the mage agreed before downing a vial of Thrak's cum. She slipped off her mare Buttercup. Faoril gave the dun horse a gentle pat on the nose. Over a month ago, Faoril had hated both riding and Buttercup, but now the mage sat a horse as well as Angela, Sophia, and Chaun. “You're going to have sweet dreams. Yes, you are.” The four horses were brought together and their saddles and saddlebags stripped off. Though Faoril did not speak as she unleashed her magic, I could hear her voice whispering on the wind. The horses eyes blinked. They swayed and whinnied. Then their eyes closed and their head drooped. They slept standing up. “Now to put them in stasis and hide them,” Faoril said, more for our benefit. Maybe she thought we had forgotten the plan. The horses wavered. The air danced around them, distorting the four mounts, then they vanished. I sniffed the air. Even their scent was hidden. I nodded my head, impressed by the skill of her magic. Faoril herself gave a self-satisfied nod and turned around. “Okay, let's find the entrance,” Angela said. “I wager it's beneath the central keep.” “That makes a logical sense,” I agreed. “It should be pretty big, correct?” asked Thrak. “I remember from my history lessons that much trade passed through here. I would imagine it ...
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