The small coach rattled over the rough, pebbled path. Sebastien winced as his head struck the ceiling after a particularly vicious bounce. Across from him, Allura smiled to herself. The knight had spent most of the ride so far fighting not to stare at her bulging tits, neatly displayed by her low-cut tunic. It didn't help that with each rattle and jump of the coach, her huge buoyant breasts jiggled and juddered most distractingly.
Despite the fact that they were nearly there, Sebastien was beginning to think Sharwydd forest was a bad idea. It was far from the Enchantress' castle, and to get there they had been forced to skirt around Redonia itself, the realm of the cruel King Dahalag. Allura, however, thought that the Sharwydd bandits would be the easiest to convince to join their cause, since according to reports they had already been harrassing Redonia's trade routes.
"We should have brought a bigger coach," he growled to Allura. "And more men."
The Enchantress leaned forward and patted his knee consolingly. "Now now, pet, you know we can't afford to draw attention to ourselves. At least not yet. Besides, don't you like the company?" She pouted, leaving Sebastien momentarily speechless.
"What do you expect do find in the forest?" he asked, after a quick recovery.
Allura shrugged, nearly exposing her massive chest to his gaze, and further distracting the young knight. It seemed that every movement she made, no matter how simple, was designed to arouse and entice. Sebastien once again resolved to be extra cautious around her.
"I don't know," she said. "We'll just have to be careful, and play it by ear."
Abruptly, the coach ground to a halt. Startled, Sebastien's hand flew to his sword. Allura called to the coachman, an eager young lad named William. "William? What's wrong, dear?"
There was no response. Then the coach door was flung open and Sebastien found himself face to face with a loaded crossbow. The face behind the crossbow was hard-eyed and hook-nosed. "What's your business here?"
Sebastien let his hand drop from the hilt of his sword. "I think," he said, with a glance at Allura, "that would be you." |