Quest for the Dragon's Eye Gem

By Lord Wesley

Koal and his mercenary band are renowned for their ability to finish jobs others wouldn’t even consider taking on. Not to mention the ale shortages Koal and party inevitably cause while visiting taverns along the way.

Summoned by his aunt, Queen Petra, Koal and his party of companions are hired to retrieve a fabled treasure - The Dragon’s Eye Gem, from an ancient and supposedly abandoned ruin.

Koal and his companions quickly find that things are not as they seem and discover that there is more to the mission than a simple smash and grab.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lord Wesley
• Release date: May 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463327005

Lord Wesley

Writer. I write.In the process of updating my stuff.Uploading edited manuscripts and replacing the temp cover art.

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Quest for the Dragon’s Eye Gem

Published by Lord Wesley at Smashwords

Copyright 2009 Lord Wesley

Cover Photo by Linus Sandvide  on Unsplash

Cover Design by Lord Wesley

(All characters participating in sexual activity are age 18 or older.)

Preface

This story is in a fantasy setting, it doesn’t represent any other franchise other than my own. Don’t write to me crying about the way dwarves or elves are supposed to behave.

These are my characters and they behave how I say they do.

Synopsis

Koal and his mercenary band are renowned for their ability to finish jobs others wouldn’t even consider taking on. Not to mention the ale shortages Koal and party inevitably cause while visiting taverns along the way.

Summoned by his aunt, Queen Petra, Koal and his party of companions are hired to retrieve a fabled treasure - The Dragon’s Eye Gem, from an ancient and supposedly abandoned ruin.

Koal and his companions quickly find that things are not as they seem and discover that there is more to the mission than a simple smash and grab.

Contents

Chapter 01

Chapter 02

Chapter 03

Chapter 04

Chapter 05

Chapter 06

Chapter 07

Chapter 08

Chapter 09

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Epilogue

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Chapter 01

The tavern was bustling with activity.

Steel tankards crashed against one another and thudded into the surfaces of the thick wooden tables as drinks were toasted and then pounded to the table. The oil lamps hanging above the tables and lining the stone walls gave the room a soothing, warm orange glow and a thin mist of smoke from the lamps lining the rafters of the high ceiling.

The bar ran most the length of the long side wall, the massive hearth at the back of the tavern loaded with spits of cooking meat and trays of baking bread, the delicious scent mingling with the fragrance of mead, stout, whiskey and the sweetest wines this side of Seavale. A man wrapped in a tattered red cloak, trimmed in black huddled at the end of the bar, enjoying the warmth given off the by the hearth while he cupped the large tankard of dark mead in his hands.

He drank slowly and spoke to no one, his hood pulled up over his scruffy brown hair. Every once and while his bright blue eyes would flick up to the barkeep and he would gesture to his glass, flicking a coin to pay each time his drink was refilled. On the wall opposite of the bar, a bard stood in the corner beside the hearth, plucking a soothing tune on his lute.

The traveler shifted in his stool, leaning closer to inviting warmth of the fire as he sipped his warm, sweet honey wine, the amber fluid making his body feel pleasantly light. A figure moved between him and his view of the glowing, warm coals, a pair of slender legs wrapped up to the knees in rabbit fur boots. He flicked his gaze slowly up, seeing the tight leather skirt that clung to the narrow hips, leaving the pale, flat stomach bare until reaching her breasts that were covered in a simple wrap of white fur that matched her boots.

The redheaded young whore wiggled her hips slightly as she extended her hands at her sides, palms out as if presenting herself. Heya Mister. Suck your dick for two coppers? Her heavily painted red lips stretched into a smile as she swayed her body enticingly.

Whores were just as common inside the taverns as they were on the streets, so it was a competitive market to say the least. At least this one was better looking than some of the ones outside, he thought.

Sorry, not tonight. The man in the red cloak waved her away, sipping from his mug.

Are ya sure honey? I promise my tongue feels better than any 5gp courtesan. The whore licked her lips as she reached up and hooked her already skimpy top in the middle with her thumb, pulling it down to expose even more pale flesh.

Oi! Fuck off he said! A sharp female voice came from behind.

The whore glanced up behind the man and snickered before turning and walking off.

And wipe that look off of your face when you look at my friend or I will stick you head first in the privy and let you service the drunks for free! The woman called out. The whore stiffened for a moment but then continued to walk away, quickly vanishing in the crowd as she was subjected to the laughter and jeers of some of the other patrons.

A young girl with dark red hair pulled together over her left shoulder climbed onto the stool beside him. Her bronzed skin glistened with a light layer of sweat that made the swell of her large breasts pressing against her mesh top glow invitingly in the firelight. She sat with her legs open, giving a magnificent view of her long, shapely legs that were covered in tattered and torn black stockings. Her palms rested on the seat in front of her, blocking any view of between her legs. She only wore a simple piece of leather studded with grommets and laces at the side, calling it a skirt.

Well I’m glad to see you have my back Victoria, as usual. The man said, nodding his head slightly.

She flashed him a smile, her eyes, dark red like her hair, glittering mischievously. I’m the only whore that gets to suck you.

Yeah because you don’t charge. The man chuckled.

Oh I do charge, just not you. Doesn’t that just make you feel so special Koal? Victoria rolled her eyes as she spun on the stool, rapping her knuckles on the polished counter of the bar. Cherry wine! Bring me a whole bottle! She smacked her hand on the bar top, leaving a trio of copper coins.

The barkeep, a large, balding middle aged man with a thick black beard waddled over, eyeing the girl suspiciously as he placed the bottle on the counter, swiping the coins as he did. If you drink that in here, no more bullshit like the last time. He warned.

Victoria’s animated face compacted into a pout as she stuck out her lips, her eyes seeming to water up as she looked at the barkeep. M-me, Melvin?

Yes. YOU, Victoria. If it weren’t for Koal you would be banned from here, last time you drank a bottle of cherry wine you ended up puking in the hearth. It was a bitch to clean out and not to mention the bloody smell. You’re lucky I don’t have your ass. The barkeep frowned.

Victoria dropped the pout, making the cutest face she could muster as she slipped her knees up onto the stool and leaned forward, grabbing the barkeep by the apron as she planted a big, warm kiss on his lips. There, I am sorry. And if you want my ass I run a special for it on Thursdays. She winked and Melvin grumbled, walking further down the bar and leaving the two alone.

He’s right you know. You can’t handle your drink. Koal grinned around his mug.

Victoria was now facing the fire, holding the bottle clamped between her thighs as she bit the corner of her mouth, her hands struggling with the cork. Koal watched her for nearly a minute, the girl shifting to and fro before she finally popped the cork out.

Ah ha! Victory! She exclaimed with delight, quickly bringing the bottle up to her lips as she guzzled some of thick, sweetly scented cherry wine.

Where are Castor and Gerard? Koal asked as he finished his drink and set the mug softly on the counter.

Off somewhere with that cum-sucking slut-Mage I would imagine. The girl shrugged.

Where? Koal turned to the bar to grab his empty mug but found it gone; he blinked and then frowned turning to Victoria. Hey put it back!

What? You never know when you might need a mug… She pouted and produced the stolen mug, putting it back on the counter.

Ugh. Are they at the Drunken Dragon? The Sunken Ship? The Green Lantern? Come on there are only so many inns in the city. Koal frowned as he pulled his cloak tightly around himself before getting off the stool.

They’re at the double D I think. Victoria shrugged, the Drunken Dragon was a rowdier inn that the others liked to frequent, while Koal preferred the cozy, quiet Cherry Blossom tavern.

Alright, let’s move. Koal slipped off the stool, his cloak billowing behind him as headed for the door, Victoria and her bottle of wine in tow. Have a good one Melvin! He waved to the keep as they exited onto the street outside.

The sun was still setting, all but obscured by the towering city wall and lookout towers. A cold wind swept over the citizens that were still out and about, most heading home or for the nearest tavern to spend the day’s wages.

Koal kept his cloak pulled tightly around himself as the cold plucked at him, already shivering when they had only walked a block away. Victoria trailed along behind him, her cloak hanging loosely off her shoulders as she ravenously devoured the bottle of sweet tasting wine. He didn’t break his pace though and in a few minutes and twists and turns later they were at the Drunken Dragon Inn. The broad, green double doors swung open as a drunk was ejected face-first and unconscious onto the stone-paved street.

Haha! *hic* Lightweight! Victoria snorted as the two stepped over the man and headed inside.

Koal squinted as he looked around the inn. The lighting was much dimmer than it had been at the Cherry Blossom, and to make it worse the walls were painted a dark, sickly green color. After a few moments though he found what he was looking for. Huddled around a table in the back corner and making plenty of noise were some of the rest of his party.

There was a young elven girl with glistening pale skin put on display by her wide open cyan-colored robes and matching broad-brimmed hat. Underneath the robe she wore only a pair of thigh-high boots and a simple string panty and bra, all a matching white color. Her cheeks were flushed red, contrasting with her enchanting blue eyes and matching makeup. Her thick, golden curls bounced in time with the swell of her large, supple breasts as she tossed her head back, gulping down an entire flagon of sweet mead as the people at her table cheered her on.

She gulped the last drops out and then slammed the flagon on the table, swaying as she giggled. I did it! I did it! I win! Her speech hadn’t slurred yet, the athletic elf could put it away with the best of them, but she seemed a little giddier than usual.

The music here was much louder, a trio of bards in the corner, one singing loudly as he strummed a lute, one with a flute and one with an assortment of drums. They were belting out music that was as rough as the patrons and the sound of the thumping drum and bawdy lyrics blended right in with the activity of the rest of the tavern.

Koal and Victoria worked their way over to the table where the other four were seated and settled down into the remaining two seats.

Koal!! Well the Goddess provides. Here’s a big strong, sexy man when I am feeling all warm and relaxed. Moira grinned as she licked her lips at him.

It’s bad enough you draw so much attention with your loud mouth, do you really have to wear that ridiculous hat indoors? Victoria scowled across the table at the blonde elf.

Moira looked up and adjusted the pointy, broad-brimmed hat and then nodded. Of course I do. This hat identifies me as a mage, you know, the way those boots identify you as a WHORE.

The two women glared intensely at one another for several long moments before Victoria bolted forward, clawing at Moira and stopped only by Koal who had grabbed her by the belt and kept her from closing the distance between the two.

Darling don’t be jealous. I’m simply a sex kitten to your feral, mangy cat. Moira grinned over at Victoria, wiggling her index finger back and forth at the girl.

Bring your grubby little cock-stroker closer and I will rip it off and feed it to you! Victoria swiped across the table at Moira who promptly lowered her hand.

After she had settled down, another round of mead was brought over to the table and Koal rolled out a smooth, shiny gold piece onto the table. Brings us food… Chicken, rolls, potatoes, the works. Koal settled into his seat as the waitress picked up the coin and headed back towards the counter.

Whew. A short, pale, redheaded man whistled across from him. What’s the occasion Koal?

The younger man had a scruffy red goatee, with long, shoulder-length hair to match and wore a perpetual grin. He was clad head to toe in all black which contrasted with his pale skin and bright hair.

Oh it’s not me Castor; this is all courtesy of Her Royal Majesty, Queen Petra. Koal shrugged as he sipped from his nice, warm mug of mead.

The other two members of the party were Gerard, a man in his early 30s and clad in a dark green and brown tunic and leggings with a thick black, fur-lined cloak draped over his shoulders. His dark eyes were passive as he surveyed the room around them, occasionally taking a sip from his mead or pausing to idly caress his thin, brown beard.

Like Castor, Gerard had a head of long hair, but unlike the other man who wore his hair loose, Gerard had his tied into a thick tail at the back, held in place with dark green ribbons.

The sixth and final member was Narissa, a tall, voluptuous and athletic dark-skinned elf. She had the hood of her cloak pulled up over her head, masking the mane of beautiful, flowing white hair that was tied together with black ribbon and hanging down her back. She wore a simple black skirt and armored leggings and boots, her arms were similarly armored and she wore a simple mesh of enchanted chain and leather. Her violet eyes had been locked on Koal since he entered the tavern, but, she said nothing.

She knows I won’t buy into her schemes that easily, but she also knows a feast and couple bottles of wine and some whores will more than get you the rest of you on board and force my hand. Koal sighed, sipping from his drink.

Well it's true, cheers! Castor said, tossing his mug and sounding a toast before downing the sweet contents of the mug.

Ugh Treacherous dogs, all of you. Koal frown at the beaming Castor and Moira as the food was brought over by a few of the wenches.

A crock of soft butter was set on the table along with small containers of salt, pepper and various herbs as several baskets of fresh baked bread and rolls were set down. Three whole, peppered and roasted chickens were laid out on cutting boards as well as a basket of baked and roasted whole potatoes and fresh mugs of mead. As an added bonus, even a pair of freshly baked cherry pies were laid out for the group.

Koal passed plates around the table and once the serving wenches had left, Narissa leaned forward in her seat, slowly moving her hand just above the selection of food, moving from platter to platter as she looked at the rings on her right hand.

If any of the dishes had been poisoned, magically or conventionally, the respective gem on one of the rings would have glowed faintly in warning.

It’s clean, all of it. Narissa nodded to Koal without being asked.

Good to know. He grinned and they dug in, the party descending on the extravagant feast like a pack of hungry animals.

Koal grabbed a chunk of meat and several rolls and a potato before settling in to eat. He felt a warm, bare foot brush up against the inside of his thigh and rest there as Moira winked at him from across the table.

Twice Koal had gone for a pinch of herbs to season his food, and twice he had to glare at Victoria until she removed the stolen jar from her belongings and put them back on the table.

Any idea what she wants? Gerard asked, nipping at a piece of the chicken and savoring the taste of the juice that flowed out of it.

Koal shrugged as he plucked pieces from a roll and ate each bite slowly, his gaze distant. Who really knows? She’s been wanting me at court all week but it looks like I can’t avoid it any longer.

No telling with that woman. She may be all pouty lips, huge tits and cute giggles on the outside, but she’s as cunning as a wolf and as dangerous as one starved half to death and cornered. Narissa said, looking into the bottom of her empty glass before reaching for another.

Oh I agree with you, but what can we do? Usually her little tasks are easy money, and as much as I hate going to the royal court and mingling with the porcelain phonies, you have to admit the favoritism works out sometimes. Koal set down his glass, slowly moving his hand up to rub his temples as he felt Moira’s foot slowly grate back and forth, caressing his inner thigh as she licked her lips.

Damned if we do, damned if we don’t. Gerard said, speaking for the first time as he shrugged the matter off.

Ah the life of henchmen, could be worse. We could be on the city guard, scraping werewolves and vampires off the city walls. Castor added, his fingers moving up to ruffle his furry chin.

At least you boys have me, those city guards hardly get laid at all. Moira stated as she gripped one side of her open robe, using it to fan herself as she exposed a wealth of white-bikini covered cleavage for all to see.

You get sympathy screws from them because your magical energy depletes without enough cock. Victoria scowled, now well into her bottle of the cherry wine. She wasn’t tipsy yet, but her face was more than a little flushed as her eyes stayed locked on Moira.

Oh bitch please, I can get any man I want. Right Koal? Moira batted her eyelashes coyly at Koal, causing Victoria to audibly hiss.

Koal yawned and stretched, sliding his chair out. Big day tomorrow. We leave before noon I gather, so don’t stay up all night drinking and whoring. I’ll go pay out rooms and baths for everyone. Koal stood, slowly arching his back, he felt happily full from the meal and warm despite the bitter cold outside.

And it should go without saying, behave, you aren’t a bunch of children. Koal leaned down, plucking one of the few remaining rolls from one of the baskets before he headed off.

He counted out coin and paid the innkeeper before heading to his room, where he thankfully found a very large, round wooden tub filled with steaming hot water waiting for him. The rooms were large, certainly more than comfortable and above average but by no means extravagant.

There was a large bed with fresh linens that would comfortably hold two, a simple couch and chair in front of a large fireplace, complete with a warm, crackling fire and in the corner of the room behind a partition was the wooden paneled tub.

Koal quickly surveyed the room and then, sure that he was alone, locked the door and began to strip off his belongings, piling them onto the couch.

Ohhhh by the Gods this is divine. He groaned as he slipped into the hot water, slowly letting himself sink all the way up to his chin before laying his head back on a rolled up towel.

Koal was completely relaxed but his mind was not. He began dreading the following day, the necessary evil of visiting the royal court and whatever assignment was being offered. To make matters worse the beautiful, yet lecherous Queen was his aunt. And sometimes, more than a little, it seemed like she delighted in tormenting him with weird sexual games.

He sighed heavily, putting the thoughts from his mind as he bathed. He was grateful at least to have something to do, a quest, and adventure, a purpose. Anything would beat sitting around the city doing nothing, and even when pleasant at times, it would only make him and the others soft.

Koal stood and toweled himself off, walking around the partition back into the bedroom as he rubbed the moisture from his hair with a clean towel, stopping to perk a brow as he was greeted by the sight of Narissa, lying completely naked across his bed.

He eyed the door which he had locked, and then sighed. Always pleasant to be reminded that you could kill me in my sleep at any time you wish. He frowned and tossed the towel into a basket near the still locked door.

I’m merely compelled to give the Spider Queen her due offerings. Narissa said, slowly rolling onto her stomach, arching her back up as she rested on an elbow, licking her white-frosted lips as she looked at him.

She was completely nude, save for the black ribbon tying up her vibrant white hair, and the thick black, studded leather collar on her neck that symbolized her servitude and devotion to the Spider Queen, a demonic Goddess of great power. Her breasts were large, but very firm, their bright pink nipples seeming luminescent in contrast to her chocolate colored skin. Solid gold studs pierced each nipple and glinted in the orange light of the fire as she curled her finger for him to join her.

Like many of the devoted of the Spider Queen, Narissa was required to mate with any exceptional warrior she met while carrying out her duties. Much like a spider, the sperm from her encounters was stored inside of her body almost indefinitely; holding it until the day she returned to the temple and allowed her collected offerings to fertilize the eggs of the next generation of racially superior Priestesses and Warriors of the Spider Queen’s army.

Knees bent, her dainty, dark feet in the air as she innocently rubbed one ankle against the other, Narissa licked the supple swell of her frosted lips, curling her finger for the warrior to join her. I’m more than willing to accommodate you my Lord. She said, slowly turning away from him as she lifted her hips up off the bed, her bright white hair pooling around her dark face on the bed as she looked over her shoulder at him. Her hand slid down between her thighs as she watched him watching her.

I can use my mouth or my firm ass to give you pleasure, it’s all the same. Just as long as you ejaculate your thick, potent seed inside this holy vessel. She stated, two fingers sliding through the plush patch of snow white hair between her legs, spreading open the glistening folds of her dark pussy. Spreading them to reveal the walls of hot pink colored flesh already glistening with readiness.

Koal grunted and bit his lip, despite himself he could feel his cock swell to stiff readiness, standing erect to point Narissa’s proffered pleasure passages as the elf wiggled her hips from side to side, her violet eyes flashing in the firelight as she watched him over her shoulder.

Narissa smiled broadly as Koal’s large hands gripped her narrow waist, pulling her back towards him at the foot of the bed. She arched her back sharply, holding her pert, shapely ass high in the air for him as a little bit of moisture cascaded down her bare thighs. He angled his cock against the moist, ready folds of her soft little pussy and pushed firmly into her, his thick, stiff shaft sliding as deep as it could fit with one push.

The dark elf let out a prolonged moan and then began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding her soft