Perils of Adventure Ch.01 - Silke - Sex Stories

Perils of Adventure Ch.01 - Silke

... enemies. She wasn't that angry. Not yet. “I am not crawling through some fucking cave for half the night just because you lot are scared of the dark!”

“Yes, you are,” Estelle insisted, the tall warrior meeting her rival's glare with one of her own. “We all saw those tracks, and if there's something down there Keire will need backup.”

“Then you go!” Vissi retorted, eyes narrowing.

“No, I need to stay here in case whatever made those tracks didn't get home before the storm hit. Or some more travelers show up who don't feel like sharing.” The lady-knight looked as stern as Silke had ever seen her, one hand resolute on the hilt of her blade. Vissi could be petty, not to mention stubborn, but the thief was pretty sure her friend would see reason. The sorceress was smart enough to know she wouldn't last long alone in a close quarters fight, and that her arcane talents would be far more useful than a sword in detecting anything lurking in the depths of the cave. As ever, it was simply a question of how much grandstanding her pride would demand before she gave in.

The two redheads glared at one another for what felt like several minutes before Vissi finally turned and spat into the fire. “And the songbird and scardey cat won't be any use doing either...” she growled. Out the corner of one eye Silke could see Faye shooting the sorceress a dirty glare at those words, though in all likelihood it was for Avaya's sake rather than her own. For her part the priestess just ...

... blushed and looked at her feet. “Fine, fine, I'll fucking go. But not in these.”

With a grunt of undisguised displeasure, Silke's oldest friend dropped her wet clothes beside the fire and proceeded to slip out of her cloth pants as well, flashing her bare rump and snatch at her companions without a second thought. The smirking thief shook her head as she watched the sorceress tug new, drier clothes out of her pack and hastily pull them over her curves. In a traveling party devoid of men, most of their comrades had quickly become quite casual about baring themselves to change clothes or take a dip in the occasional stream, but Vissi was especially shameless. In all likelihood she would behave no different even if there were a few cocks around. The girl had never been shy, after all, and modesty was a luxury their rough and tumble adolescence had seldom indulged.

For her own part Silke decided she would swap tops as well, but her own leather leggings had held up well enough to the few minutes of rain they had been subjected to not to need replacing. After changing and double checking they had everything they might need handy, the pair joined Keire where she was crouched peering nervously down the passage they were meant to explore.

“You ready?” Vissi asked, not bothering to hide her irritation as she handed each of the other women a freshly lit torch.

“Yeah,” Silke replied with a grin.

“I think so,” Keire answered, her voice notably less certain.

“Alright. Let's get ...