Hunters Inn

Her escort travels in the black woods of trees taller than humans; her mission was to see him fit to be the king.

The Queen had her heir in a promise to exchange for a battle and victory fighting the invaders of the night.

Her maid did see her every time her dignity would behave.

He was the Grand Duke of mankind and the strongest sword with no strongholds kept its promise for him.

The wars he fought had no limits and now it was him and her, her mother's maid overseeing.

The man of might to his dark arts had no mercy for his cast.

The legend says he never dies as a human. It was the god sky in thunder, their symbol of oak.

The lighting would never break. Her thirst for him felt like his oak every night; they settled for a campfire to lure him to his tent and see him in the eyes of innocence. The hand is willing to brush hair for him to see the sweet sweat of her hair under her ear. It was the question, are you ready?

His black armour and the black magic fuelling his powers drove her to see him. Her mother is the queen of the dragon race. The mind of hers had juicy details for him. It was her fetish to see a strong man seeing her fall for the first time.

The Princess Ramone Ich, her mother Sicht Ich was the throne Queen of their Kingdom.

Our Grand Duke was never in care of kingdoms but the wars. The warlord.

It was a sex magic her dreams had to practise with her a form of witchcraft the necromancy had never seen.

"The pagan god's might be with him but I see him tonight to practise with him. I know we are not married." He looks at her in his cold gaze, seeing for dangers on her grey horse. He rode on his black horse. Her thinking and seeing her observed.

Her white cloak to her knees with white gown under the leather straps round her knees holding a rose petal blade small enough to open letters was a symbol of her Kingdom. The Sicht Kingdom.

"How are you melord?"

"I have my vassal with us to fight."

"The night is to see us and horses need water."

"We will stop when birds stop flying." The colourful birds flying had made their appearance in daylight past giant trees.

The way to the battlefield of her promised fiancé and midnight talk about their history it was her mind scheming a way to find him under armour.

The talks about him the armour flows to a form of letters and black smoke clears past his hands he fought with no dagger or sabre equal to any sword. He fought vampires, witchcraft, werewolves and mages to sages in his wisdom. He never lost, the legend said. He was from the underworld, a kingdom of the dead. Her mind not convinced she earned to feel his heartbeat under armour.

Princess is a unique race of mankind, the mystery behind her and our curiosity will lead us on quest and our journey to the Keep of Dricula.

Overlord Dricula was the intelligence of the mountain peak once cursed by an evil feudal lord who had his religious vassals poisoned in the temple of god's to find his curse of immortality.

He cursed humanity and mankind with its magic found his own race of thirsty cold blood killers known no man can resist them.

Her mother said once Dricula was a myth to scare crow children in the night to sleep. The Queen knew her cautionary tale was no myth.

It was a beautiful day and a military voyage had her heart and Sicht Kingdom at ease.

Duke of Knights Ordin. The warlord black steel helmet was twisted goat antlers, his shoulders built in a gown of werewolf hide.

It was said the full black armour from every man he killed was built in.

His vassal near us had a grey rob and was young. Her age. His hair was cut round and a cute smile on his face only made her not aware of the dagger he had.

"Our liege lord. I will have our scouts ahead to see the waterfall cave for us to settle in."

He did not reply and Karl Karla left to give a message. They were approaching the night post.

Magnus had in mind escorting her on a grey horse near his black stallion. The ambush on the trail of Black forest.

Her mystery of the dragon princess was not far from him in black armour. Them riding in dark woods did make their day seeing a nature of presence.

But when he found arousal magic not appealing? Lord Necromancer's view made a God of Thunder appeal. The man of focus was our warlord. He was the army in itself.

The blue sky to see the dark armour shine in the light. Her heart was set right. Ramone Ich knew he would make a great and strong heir to the throne of the Kingdom.

It made him disappointed the day he found nature bathing. Grand Duke's walks in the forest arc made him sense a presence of evil did ask his attention.

He raises his hands.

"It is a great day for a walk, my liege." His two vassals paid attention to his gesture of warlord.

His shining black armour did reflect rays of beams from the sunny day above us. "I think it is ok for us to see the forest and nature for what it can bring for us."

"I would love to." Ramone Ich hope's to find him away alone.

"Miss Ich you stay for Karla to return and arrange tents to be built and supplies accounted for."

"Yes, my warlord Magnus." Her head lowers as he leaves.

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The girl had a great day seeing her boyfriend taking her on a date and she learned a new sex magic spell it could obtain good loving from him.

She hid a blue and rare tulip patel in their backpack he carried for her. He was strong and black hair from foreign country.

The higheight was not the matter as long he was a little taller than she and he was my third final lover she decided to fool.

The sexual ritual was to rub fresh rat's blood under her legs and smell a tulip she could hide in his possession without knowing walking alongside her holding their hands together for thirty counts. I love you.

They both smiled in each other's gaze while strolling along a pathway leading them outside the village. A more secluded private area.

They could talk and see their way to enjoy packed lunch and could make a good joy of climbing on top of him sliding his leather pants her father bought him.

The wind was blowing and thirty counts were coming to an end.

His dark curly hair responded to a stretch of the wind twisting to sides; his black shirt did seem fresh from river water.

She cut her long hair in a short ponytail.

Help her thame it together. It would settle from sweat it left to curls of romantic passion last month in the pigs barn her father could not suspect.

"How do you see Randolph today?"

"I am happy I lost my way home when our merchants were attacked along the way and I survived to stay your father's stable boy."

"How do you feel about me Randolph?"

"My lady Veronica, I am at your service and hope to help you spend your lunch well today."

They did walk in the dark forest well known for its might and magic, the spirits guarding it to those to enter beware of the dangers it came to no good.

They did visit to enjoy love. Lady Veronica was seeing the hardwood trees of oak, seeing them greener than possible. It was the kingdom of moss, the summer leaves creating a beam of sunshine above our heads made past leaves show us a pathway.

We could find a place to lay. Veronica could feel lovers head and stomach twisting sideways from sex magic ritual enhanced in a magical forest spirit.

It was not long. They were overseen by our mighty lord of the dead.

Our first duke elected by the strongest sword shaping our kingdom of blood and tears. The iron wolf did make an outcry for him on the tallest hill one night calling him to kill them all.

When walking near him vassals did their duty as a guard holding their hand by their sword looking on to see nature unfold before our eyes.

Their family crests in a blue shield coat of arms and golden griffin spreading the flames in a velvet gown surrounding under armour.

The blade was made in the finest blacksmith from great steel he took off in a battlefield, a trophy of his murdered victim, the royalty of a distant land.

The melted metal did say it had its curse. Our occult research could not establish magical qualities but he knew he took it from the badly devoured corpse no one was able to say its face.

The left guard today was mace wielder in his bear fur cloak hiding the oak hardwood dented and reinforced steel crest.

It needed no magic to learn it was a tool, and had seen many bodies minced under it. His long hair was unable to separate from his length of beard, the eyebrows thick enough to hide the colour of his eyes tall enough to match our Grand Duke.

They knew he had a wife but she was eaten by the goblins including a few of his lieutenants the fateful night in the cave.

He did not care and our Lord marched forward to see his Kingdom of Grand Duke forest.

The corpses he lay in its path like a fertiliser to grow crops we could feed our armies forward. He walked along with us today.

"Aurelijus you look flank sideways. I heard something on my spot of watch on our path." Vassals able to hear sounds unnatural to the nature of the dark forest.

"Yes Maximus I take my spot and mince those fools who dare to ambush our great duke."

When he pressed his arm on Aurelijus shoulder. "You relax my sons, I take a closer look at myself who beware of my great kingdom."

He made a step forward creating a cloud of black smoke enhancing the time and space of his forest and made the sun stop shining above our heads like gods themselves did hear him.

Our great Lord Necromancer made his way to unaware victims to meet their faith. "I was sleeping on stones of the past. I am here to hear you thunder to show me the deceits let eternal pagan fire to nourish those fools to seek me."

His chanting made his black fist surround his hand in black smoke off his armour in letters concentrating on the palm of his hand.

He did discover a sex magic ritual with a young village girl from her father's stables. A stable boy was enjoying her ride hiding the epic point of her legs under her dress.

It was pushing him and her neck and spine backwards making an arc of joy with her eyes closed looking in the sun of the sky.

He let go of his hand to a thunderstruck her head splattering the forest moss in blood and the stable boy's face.

The splatter of her skull, teeth, eyes, brain, lips, tongue and ears he so loved once to kiss and smell.

He learned love is not eternal, he thought.

The string of her dark hair did stay on her left cheek.

It was before so sweet did not object the piece he held in her dark love nest was up and pulsing the moment of violence struck from above their sunny skies.

He was unable to see her face the moments of her epic point to feel contract.

Her spine tilted forward to see straight past her face. Half of her face to see but the world around him.

Her left breast the moments before he had it out to kiss, smell and suck for her to comfort him to feel safe in his arms.

He could let his guard down and could take over control to raise what is in need for her sex magic to be complete.

The white soft jelly hanging off his honey tip poking out did not make much sense in his mind to learn she died.

Her brown dress skirt shielding both to privacy, her short legs joint to her knees all the way in her white patel shirt.

He learned she had no cloth under her today, take him with her for a private walk. It freezes in a sight of horror, the hollow moment they upset the Kingdom of Grand Duke.

Stable boy did see her ride his piece; she took a joy ride and it was soft without taking it out; she first began to smack her lover's face.

Him unable to move her pressing his unimaginable force of gravity.

Her punches made its face break, his nose, letting teeth fall out, making their way past his unconscious body her way into his skull mincing her fists digging in his supporting spinal cord.

He was long way murdered to death from her hands it did to care.

"The sex magic is weak."

Our great Lord spoke once he released the spell of his dark fist.

Him seeing two lovers unattended and massacred before our eyes they did dare to seek depravity in his path to see his lands of forest.

The dark steel was able to hear an echo of four blood dots pointing from branches of a tree on its way to Lord's chest as it made its way to his interests.

"This forest might hold a curse." They began to battle and the swords were drawn.