Perils of Adventure Ch.01 - Silke - Sex Stories

Perils of Adventure Ch.01 - Silke

... crawling.” Silke groaned at the prospect of being bogged down further, the sound swallowed up by the winds before it could reach even her own ears.

“Then what's the plan? Will the forest give us cover?” No sooner had the words fled Silke's mouth than her wide-eyed companion began to vigorously shake her head, the motion setting her long brown ponytail aflutter.

“No way! The forest would be suicide,” the huntress shouted. “We'd still be soaked to the bone within the hour and it'll get so dark in there you can't see your nose. Even if I managed to keep us from getting lost we'd be helpless against whatever beast we stumbled across first.” Silke felt herself shuddering at the thought, it certainly sounded like a nightmare. Specifically a recurring nightmare from her childhood which had always begun with her wandering lost through the woods, evolved into a terrifying chase by a monster she could never remember by the time she woke up, and then culminated in a whimsical dinner party under a dead oak tree at which her own left leg was the main course. Naturally, that was an experience she had little desire to reenact in her waking hours. Especially the dinner party. Frogs shouldn't sing, that just wasn't natural. More than a little shaken by the sudden reminder of a trauma far in her past, Silke was about to repeat her first question only for Keire to cut her off before she could, nodding emphatically towards a cluster of craggy hills they had been approaching for some ...

... time. “Our best bet is in there. Find a leeward outcropping to hide behind or, goddesses willing, some kind of cave.”

“I would kill for a cave right now,” Silke shouted, her fellow scout nodding in agreement. Next to the prospect of being caught out in a thunderstorm even the dingiest of caves would have seemed practically a palace. Not that she had ever minded being underground half so much as most humans seemed to. The cramped spaces and damp air were nothing compared to some of the spots she had been forced to squat growing up on the streets. And as to the dark, well, a thief does her best work at night. Burglary, pickpocketing, mugging, it all came easier when one could fade away into the darkness the moment the deed was done.

“You might have to,” Keire warned. “Any cave large and dry enough for us is liable to have something gnarly living in it.” There was a flash of something painful in the huntress's eyes at that warning, but Silke didn't catch it. She knew nothing about the first time her friend had been forced to take a life, that of a ragged outlaw whose den she had unwittingly sought refuge in and whose intentions towards her quickly proved anything but honourable.

“Ugh, one bridge at a time, Keire. I'm going to fall back and tell the rest of the girls to pick up the pace. Those hills look pretty far away.” Silke's companion just nodded in agreement as the thief turned to walk back the way they had come. The rest of their company was clustered together some ...