4/26 evening
Goldshire is a crossroads town, used to visitors. Nobody thought much of us coming in at around sunset, though a guard near the town entrance chatted with Drusilla for a few minutes. She explained me and Darcell away as a pair of hunters she'd met while she was out collecting peacebloom. He flipped through a list of wanted posters, and none of us drew attention. Darcell had been tense during that process, but she probably hadn't done much to draw individual attention and Otto of Westfall had never been connected to a single crime.
The inn was a bit busier late in the evening than last time I'd been there, with a large number of farmers and day laborers drinking their pay away. I saw Keryn Sylvius sitting at one of the tables in the corner, being quite stereotypically broody in the shadows. Unless I got fantastically lucky and she became blackout drunk on that one mug she was nursing, I didn't have a plan for her yet. We just rented a room for the night for three silver; the bartender gave an amused smile but didn't say anything at the sight of a scruffy looking man leading two attractive women up to a private room.
Drusilla was quick to strip down, probably hoping to remove the grime of a very active day along with her robe. She smirked at my appreciative look, but her grin became wickedly amused when she saw Darcell's reaction. The fiery haired bandit had not been expecting instant nudity once the door was closed, and her face was moving rapidly to match up with her hair.
I stepped in, "Don't you worry none about her. The magic we use can get the motor running, so Dru and I are real comfortable with one another." If the catalog was to be believed, the necklaces would amplify the libido of anyone wearing one. Bringing that up might give me a bit of credibility.
Drusilla gave me an inquisitive look, but thankfully didn't ask awkward questions. I don't actually know if spelling out the situation would have spooked Darcell enough to be a problem at this point, but I wanted to keep the information flow carefully controlled. Instead she summoned a book from my inventory, lit a candle from her bag, and sat at the small table in the corner of the room, "I'm not up for any excitement tonight. I've wanted to read this since I heard about it, though. You do whatever." I hadn't realized she would have access to my pocket plane. I wasn't bothered by it, but I needed to keep that in mind going forward.
Darcell's eyes went a bit unfocused for a moment and she shrugged. She still seemed to find Drusilla's nakedness odd, but she had more important things on her mind. "So what comes next? Can you teach me more about how it works? Do different necklaces do different things?" She was getting more animated as she spoke, with a look of wonder in her eyes. I had given her an imposed obsession with self improvement, and I think I'd hit upon something deeper inside of her when I did.
"Well, the amulets are powerful but there's limits to what they can do. The reliable bits are transformation, teleportation, communication, and a few minor tricks. For example," I touched her amulet and made it glow, "that was me. I liked the look of you, but I wanted the lads to think I had a mysterious magical reason to pick ya." Her jaw dropped at that, but she didn't seem upset. Sure, being chosen by a specific guy wasn't exactly as exciting as having some mysterious mystic power, but I'd picked her out of a lineup to give mysterious magic powers. To a nobody, that might even be better in some ways.
While I handled her amulet, I quickly checked her status. That comment had been received well enough to knock off another hour till she was captured; importantly it was the hour that put her under the 24 hour mark. I had another slot for rewards. "Being complimented by Otto of Westfall" paired with arousal quite nicely. "The amulets let us grow faster than we might have otherwise. I could tell you had a lot of potential. You deserve a better leader than someone like Padfoot; you will be magnificent with the right training." Of course I couldn't give her that training myself, and until I got six more credits I couldn't share any talents other than everlasting and body. That didn't matter though, because she was getting increasingly hot under the collar as I spoke.
I moved closer to her and whispered in her ear, putting an arm around her lower back "The necklace helps you become your best self. You are already stronger and faster than you ever were before, but that's only physical. You have to embrace the gem, and in return you'll get its power. So, when the gem wants you to do something, how do you respond?"
"I do it."
"Good girl. You're quick on the uptake." I took off my pants, revealing that I was already stiffening up, "so, my brilliant pupil, what is your gem telling you to do right now?"
She took a few moments to think before making eye contact with me. "Whatever you want me to, sir." My cock went from half mast to full at that point. "Good answer. Now, have you sucked on one of these before?"
She seemed embarrassed as she shook her head. "Not a problem, love. Just another area for you to improve in." That got her attention, as her compulsion to improve herself surged to the front of her mind.
"What do I do?" She dropped to her knees and looked up at me with a needy expression. "Whatever you tell me to do, I'll practice and practice until you're satisfied." She leaned in for a quick kiss on its head, "I'll do whatever it takes."
"Good, start there. Kiss it and lick it, up and down the shaft." Darcell dutifully obeyed, following my instructions carefully; as she did, her focused expression melted into one of dreamy contentment as the euphoria of self improvement kicked in. "Now put the head in your mouth; be gentle with your teeth, they can touch but never too hard. Mmmm. Yeah, suck on it gently, and maintain eye contact. That's a good girl."
Drusilla was trying to focus on her book, but kept surreptitiously peeking. If she'd managed to keep herself from masturbating at the sight, I might have believed she was maintaining focus on reading through it all.
"Now you take the whole shaft, as much as you can, then pull back your head with a little twist. Keep the tongue moving. Oh, and make sure you look like you're enjoying it. Your current face is fine, but you need to show just a little more enthusiasm. For sex in general, make me feel like I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you." At every step, Darcell did her best. She wasn't an instant expert, but with every correction she doubled down on her dedication to the craft of fellatio. She got me to my climax soon enough, though her utter compliance was almost as big a part of that as anything she was doing with her mouth.
"When I cum, you catch as much of it in your mouth as you can and you swallow it down like your favorite treat. Then you thank me, just as sweet as you can manage." She had a bit of trouble with this one, choking and sputtering a bit. She composed herself as quickly as she could, and forged right ahead. "Thank you sir. Thank you for allowing me to practice."
"Hmm. No, that part needs work. Something a bit more explicit maybe. The point of the thanks is to keep me interested in doing more with you. What exactly were you practicing?"
She nodded and considered for a moment, that dreamy look flitting across her face. "Thank you for allowing me to practice pleasing a man."
"Close, but make it even more specific than that."
Realization dawned on her. "Thank you sir, for allowing me to practice pleasing you."
"Now that is perfect."
The rest of the night went about as you'd expect. We went at it for a few hours more, with Drusilla watching the proceeds with great interest. She turned me down when I invited her to join, but communication talent made it very clear that she'd give in if I pushed for it. No need for that though, not on the first night of many. When we decided to turn in, Drusilla thankfully joined us in bed and we didn't take long to fall asleep.
4/27 morning
Waking up with a pair of naked beauties wrapped around me was a new experience for me, but a welcome one. I didn't really want to move, but I eventually get bored when I'm sitting idly so I shifted slightly to allow me to make skin to skin contact with Drusilla's necklace and did some planning.
I checked that each of my ladies were healthy and proceeding steadily along the path towards my retinue, and confirmed that I was not getting a sixth mission until I took care of some of my current ones.
I was probably going to detour here in Goldshire for a day to try to do a few missions, but if I was quick I think I could probably jump Abercrombie, spend a week in his shack pretending to be him, and get to Lakeshire in time to volunteer to join the assault on Stonewatch Keep. If not, I might get to find out exactly how penalties work and hopefully they wouldn't be too brutal. Or, you know, improvise something.
Of course this was all based on a fairly dangerous assumption on my part: that I could get to and take down Abercrombie. Hopefully level ranges weren't quite as strict as they were in the game, or a randomly selected giant spider in Duskwood would be able to kill all three of us without really trying. If that were the case, however, I don't think that a pair of low level spellcasters would have been able to make up the difference in martial ability between the notoriously high level starting zone guards and the pathetically weak starting zone bandits. If a single random skeleton slaughters us after that, I'll have some choice things to say in my feedback.
Instead I'd probably be dealing with the far less gamified but equally dangerous situation of massive hordes of marauding ghouls roaming the countryside. If I could deal with those, by which I of course mean mostly avoid them, I had a plan for the Embalmer. If I didn't have a plan, I'd be headed to Redridge. First, however, I had work to do here.
When I checked my inventory for a new necklace, I didn't find one. Of course I didn't; Anetta, Darcell, Lividia, Auffrey, and Tony made five. All but Lividia were my allies already, sure, but even Darcell hadn't actually been captured yet. I wasn't getting another necklace until Darcell or Annetta formally joined my retinue. Inconvenient, but unless I freaked her out Darcell would be wearing the team jersey by tonight. I guess I was relying on Drusilla's amethyst confection if I needed to wear something today.
I wasn't in any rush to wake them up, but Drusilla was awake within a few minutes of me stirring. I had a thought and went to the notepad in the app, mentally dictating the words "can you see this." She didn't immediately respond, so I whispered "notepad" while nodding at the gems. She snuck an arm up to touch it, unfocused her eyes for a moment, and then on the mental screen I saw "yes."
"Useful. We can leave notes for one another, perhaps." I silently dictated.
"What about her? You don't seem to have told her much compared to me."
"That's temporary. She's still in the process of becoming like you; I don't want to spook her and make it take longer. So far I haven't managed to capture anyone with the necklaces; they are SLOW. At least compared to rituals that instantly capture. Once she's secure, I'll tell her everything. I still need to tell both of you about my more immediate plans when she wakes up."
"Alright. Shall we then? I very much want to know what your plan is for all these people you put in your pocket plane."
I gave her a sheepish look. "So do I. I'm working on it."
Half an hour and a trip downstairs for breakfast later, we were sitting around the table in our room with bread and cheese.
"So, you both know I can perform unique rituals to create specific effects?" Both nodded, though Darcell had far less confidence when she did. "I have a handful that I can do at any given moment. I suspect both of you could do at least some of them for me, at least once your jewelry lets you see them." This seemed very exploitable to me, but I wasn't going to complain. I don't know what The Company will do if they decide something is broken.
"Today, one ritual available to us involves insulting a child here in Goldshire. It's got to hurt." Drusilla snorted, and Darcell spaced out for a solid minute. Probably because she was trying to question my motives and kept getting distracted. "Sorry, I didn't catch that."
I waved Darcell off. "No need to worry about that part. You won't be participating in it. Anyway, in addition to that, there is a woman from SI:7 by the name of Keryn Sylvius staying at this inn who I need to stamp with this." I held up my company stamp. "I need about three seconds for it to take, and I bet she won't be the most cooperative if I walk up to her and ask to hold an unknown magic item against her skin. If possible, I don't want her to realize I did it. I think either of you could do it too, if you have a plan. My worst idea is to all put on disguises and then jump her if she leaves town. Try to knock her out, stamp her, and make sure she heals up okay. We are going to try to avoid that one."
"Why are we stamping her at all though?" A valid question from Darcell, and slightly surprising at that. Questions without judgement were okay, apparently.
"It's the first part of a ritual that should create a useful magic item. It will also serve as an invitation to join our organization, which I think she will be willing to accept." Drusilla's lips parted as she nodded, understanding that part, though Darcell was still skeptical. "We don't have a necklace, so we have to be a bit more indirect about it. Trust me, Darcy, she'll be glad we did it no matter what we need to do to make it happen." That was enough for her, no misty eyes this time.
"So here's the plan: I am going to take care of Aaron, preferably in disguise, and you two are going to try to follow Keryn. If she catches you, just start begging her to teach you how to be a better scout and fighter; other than that, whatever you do, don't mention the Brotherhood. If you can stamp her, do it."
They both seemed open to that idea. Next came the scary bit. "After that, we are going south into Duskwood. There is a powerful necromancer posing as an old hermit living near Raven Hill, planning an assault on Darkshire. I'm going to nip that in the bud, and then I'm going to see if he was working with anyone else. It'll be dangerous, but if we do our work here and can get in close to him, we will have all the tools we need."
There it was. Worry. Redridge and Westfall were warzones, but everyone knew Duskwood was the most dangerous area in the kingdom of Stormwind. The Blackrock Orcs were mostly a scouting force. I have recently confirmed that the Defias can be dealt with peacefully, and that they give good head. The Scourge on the other hand? The only reason they hadn't scoured all life on the continent is that they'd gotten distracted by events that most people in the world were entirely ignorant of.
"I understand if you're too scared, Darcell. I know you don't have much love for the Alliance, either, but this would be worth doing even if we weren't going to benefit from it. Hell, if it were just for the ritual I'm pretty sure I'd pass on this one. There are kids that live in Darkshire, though. They probably shouldn't, but I don't want orphans or dead kids on my conscience."
Darcell looked extremely troubled, but when she looked at me she seemed resolved. "That's what we are here for, right? To make sure bad stuff doesn't happen?"
"That's the plan whenever possible." I wanted to be a benevolent world dictator, but I wasn't kidding about the benevolent part. "We are going to fix how things are run in Azeroth, so that when people come around to mess with us, we take them down." I must have hit upon something important to her, because Darcell's face broke into a huge grin at that.
"So ladies, are you ready to start?"
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