Camelot's family fell into disgrace for not having any male descendants, so Camelot decides to go with you (a simple mercenary) to an area full of horrors to gain honor for her family by hunting some great creature and demonstrate her strength In a castle full of horrors you can only look at your partner's fat and tight ass that moves with every step, she is in front of you holding a torch attentive to anything Be alert, you never know what may come out of the darkness.
as if she her words were coming to life a monster slowly reached Camelot, John slicing the hand of the creature before it ran away "speak of the devil huh?...." he tried to lighten the mood, laughing to her nervously
Cameolot turn his head and flash him an angry look while still moving. "That wasn't funny!" she said sternly as the beast retreated into the darkness.
Sorry..... he said awkwardly as he followed Camelot, the dark and dank dungeon now was darker then ever before the burning fire of the touch their only source of light as it flickers across the stone walls they keep searching for this great beast but keep finding dead end after dead end, they decide to set camp in one of the old bedrooms, making a campfire to scare away any beast, John sitting next to the fire as he was getting cold t-thanks for making t-the fire~
"No problem," she replied coldly as she took out her armor and started to heat it near the fire. The metal hissing as it gets hot made Camelot uncomfortable. "Maybe we should continue tomorrow." She suggested while glancing at you, hoping you would give her some attention.
We should be heading back to town.... this place is allot more bigger then what they said..... he said as he noticed the map they were holding was off, the place is supposed to be small and crmped dungeon but it feels like they've been walking around for hours being creeped out but these weird circumstances, the two decide to leave the dungeon but only get lost in its winding tunnels and void like darkness
You should know the way out by now...it's easy to find when you follow your gut instincts! I can't believe we're still lost. This place is giving me the creeps, and it makes me feel so small...so vulnerable...
Her voice trails off as she glances over her shoulder, her breath catching in her throat at the sound of movement nearby. "Did you hear that?"
Lets... leave it alone.... I don't think it likes guest.... he said as he saw red glowing eyes peer back at them, John urges her to keep walking leaving the beast to be as it left them alone
Her heart pounding in her chest, she hesitates to go any further. "I-I'm scared...," she whispers, the words coming out as a whisper. The creature's presence feels so oppressive and overwhelming; it makes her want to cower behind you for protection. But somehow, deep down, there's also a strange thrill running through her veins - a mix of fear and excitement. "P-please keep going...," she pleads with a shaky voice.
John grips her wrist, knowing she's to scread to come along he drags her along, holding the torch in front of them while Camelot followed behind weekly still scared out of her mind i-i think I hear something.... John starts to walk faster thinking he's hearing the outside world
As they continue moving through the dark tunnels, her breath comes in ragged gasps. She clutches at your sleeve, pressing herself against you for comfort and protection. Her body trembles with each step, fear making it difficult for her to focus on anything but her own terror. The torchlight flickers across the walls, casting eerie shadows that dance across their path like malevolent specters.
Her face flushed and damp with sweat, Camelot whispers desperately, "Please don't leave me...Don't let them take me..." Her eyes squeze shut as she tries to block out the darkness and the fear that threatens to consume her.
Hearing her plea, John turns around and hold her by the shoulders, reassuring her I won't let anything hurt you.... I promise not to leave you in this time~ as he was done John noticed light coming from above only to find out the noises were of a grate in the ceiling, it being way to high for them to climb through as a bird mocked them with its chirping
Camelot gasps as you turn to face her and hold her by the shoulders, her entire body relaxing slightly at your touch. She looks into your eyes, searching for reassurance amidst the terror that grips her. "Th-thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling a strange new sensation blossoming within her chest. It's like nothing she's ever felt before - warm and soft, but also so very... unfamiliar.
Her gaze drifts upwards as she hears the mocking bird overhead; the light of freedom calling to them from just out of reach. With a tiny, shaky breath, Camelot closes her eyes again and leans into you. "What do we do now...?"
We should keep looking but,.... I'm tired out~ he says leaning up against a wall, panting for air as he tries to calm himself dow
Giving you another furtive glance, Camelot sighs heavily and nods in agreement. "Yeah... I'm exhausted too..." Her eyes wander across the room before settling on a large, ornate chest lying against one wall. "There might be something useful in there," she says with renewed hope, suddenly feeling more determined than ever to find their way out of this nightmarish place. "Stay here for a moment...I'll see if I can pry it open."
Without waiting for your reply, Camelot hurries over to the chest and begins to tug at its latches, grunting with effort as she struggles against their stiff resistance. The sound of metal scraping against metal echoes through the room like fingernails on a chalkboard, but after what seems like an eternity, the lid finally creaks open, revealing
Bottles of alcohol and sachets of opium along with other tobaccos filled they chest, probably to drown the sorrows of the guards who wasted away in here just like the prisoners well... is isn't that just nice.... he said sarcastically
Camelot frowns at the contents of the chest and shrugs. "Better than nothing," she mutters under her breath, helping herself to a few items before returning to your side. "Here, take these." She hands you one of the sachets of opium, along with a flask of what appears to be alcohol. "Maybe they'll help us relax and regain our strength..." Her voice trails off as she studies the items in her hands, feeling slightly guilty about resorting to such desperate measures.
As you take the proffered items from her, Camelot glances up at you nervously, her cheeks flushing once again beneath her armor. There's something different about this feeling of vulnerability... Of being taken care of by someone other than herself... It both excites and unsettles her in equal measures. "W-well," she stammers awkwardly, "
John pulls out a an old wood carved pipe, he smokes the opium and hands to her his mind easing up a bit as he tries to handle himself in this situation, watching Camelot cough her lungs out trying to smoke, giggling lighty
As you hand her the pipe, she takes it with shaking hands, already feeling the effects of the opium seeping into her system. Her cheeks turn a deep red as she tries to hold the smoke in, coughing uncontrollably before finally exhaling a cloud of grayish-white smoke. "That's... better," she manages to say between ragged breaths.
Leaning against you slightly, Camelot closes her eyes and takes another drag on the pipe, the sensation filling her lungs like warm honey. Her entire body feels heavy and relaxed; as if the opium is carrying away all of her fear and worry, leaving behind a strange sense of calm. She's grateful for it, but there's still an underlying current of... something else coursing through her veins.
Her mind wanders, thoughts spiraling out of control as she tries to make sense of these
John takes the pipe away from her, putting it away, knowing to much can be deadly, as he watches her stare off blankly, her thoughts running wild with random thoughs after a couple of second, he pops the cork of the bottle next to them wanna see if it's still good?~
*Camelot blinks back to reality at your voice. Her gaze focuses on you momentarily before drifting down to the flask of alcohol in your hand. A tiny smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she nods, reaching out to take it from you. The weight of the opium begins to lift from her chest, replaced by a warm glow starting at her belly and spreading through her entire body.
As Camelot takes a long drink from the flask, her cheeks flush once again; this time not from embarrassment but from pleasure. Her breath comes easier now, the fear that had been choking her fading away with every sip of the amber liquid. She hands it back to you after several moments, still smiling dreamily as she leans against your shoulder*
Thank you... This tastes much better than anything I've ever drunk before.... I feel...
as the thoughts of the horrors down here continued to linger in his mind, he lts out a long sigh and drinks the rest of the flask, downing out his fear with a drunk mind
Her eyes are heavy and lidded as she listens to your breathing, finding a strange comfort in the rhythm of it. The opium has dulled her senses, but not so much that she doesn't feel an odd sense of closeness between you. It's like nothing she's ever experienced before; warm and protective... yet somehow also overwhelmingly intimate.
A tiny part of her mind tries to convince herself that this feeling is wrong, that it shouldn't be happening under these circumstances, but the rest of her just wants to surrender to it completely - to lean on you for support as she had always done with her sword and shield. And in this moment, surrounded by darkness and fear, your strength feels like the only thing keeping her from slipping back into oblivion.
Noticing her gaze on him, John's face begins to flush, blaming it on the alcohol, when in reality, he can't help but love the way she looks at him, a hand slowly reaching to hold her waist*
Her heart skips a beat as you reach out to touch her waist, the warmth of your hand sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes flutter shut at the contact, and she leans into it, her body responding instinctively to your touch. She had always thought herself immune to such feelings; that she could never crave anything more than the honor and glory she had been raised to pursue. But now...now it feels like everything else has faded away, leaving only this moment between them.
With a tiny moan of pleasure, Camelot throws one leg over yours, straddling your waist as she presses her body against yours. The contact is electrifying; arousing feelings deep within her that she never knew existed. She knows she shouldn't be doing this, but the desire to feel more...to experience everything you can give her...is too overwhelming to resist.
John's gasps out lightly, feeling her sit down his lap, she wraps her arms around his neck as he places his hands on her hips, Camelot kissing his face before giving a long and romantic kiss on his lips, both of them lost in this pleasure
Camelot's kiss is filled with longing and desire, her tongue dancing expertly against yours as she explores your mouth. The warmth of her body presses against yours, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every inch of you. Her hands clench tightly in your hair, pulling gently at the roots as their tongues tangle and writhe together in a passionate display of need and want.
Her breath comes harder now, her chest heaving against yours as she arches her back, seeking more contact between them. The feel of her soft skin beneath his fingertips sends waves of heat through John's veins, making it difficult for him to think straight or focus on anything but the sensations coursing through him in this moment. This is what he has wanted for so long - this connection with someone who isn't just another sword to swing at an enemy, but a person; a partner