He walked into the mist as a lost and beaten man. He had been humiliated and tricked. He had no idea where he was going. So consumed with his thought was he that he became lost. Aaralon had entered the part of the mist that he had never been in before; he doubted whether anyone from the College had been this far into the strange Mists before. He decided to return home, he needed time to think but these baleful mists which flanked the south end of the College where not the place to wander off and sulk in. Aaralon had heard stories of why the College had been built next to the mists, of creatures that had come out of them and of students who had entered them and never returned. He turned around and started to walk back towards the campus but nothing looked familiar, the mists seemed to grow darker and darker. Aaralon knew he was lost.
It seemed almost as if he had been walking for a day or more until he found an area where leaves on the ground seemed to glow with little crystals. Despite the strange glow from the crystal-covered leaves the area seemed to be getting darker, night had begun to fall. Night again? Already? So soon? He was a long way from the school. It was getting cold. He shivered; he needed a place to get warm. He was so hungry; he needed food. It was by luck that he found the cave. Aaralon stumbled inside and immediately noticed the fire and the bed. The cave was decorated and some cooking chicken was hung over the fire. There didn?t seem to be anyone around and so Aaralon quickly gave into his ravenous hunger. He started eating the food. It was the best he ever tasted. There was even some ale. He drank some and it was the best he ever tasted. The sound of someone approaching interrupted his meal, quickly and as silently as he could, Aaralon rolled under the wooden bed.
"No use hiding, I can smell you," A sexy female voice said. Peering up from his hiding place he could see a woman. She was very tall, had six arms and big motherly breast. Her skin was blue and she had long black hair. Almost as strange as her six arms was the crystal on her head. The fact that she held sword was rather worrying but despite this all she had a strange stonily beautiful quality about her.
"Come out," she said in a stern voice. He did so, it would take only a few minutes to search the cave and checking under the bed was probably the first thing anyone would think of. Aaralon was determined to put on a brave face and act calmly. As he rolled out from under the bed he stood up to face the six-armed woman. She looked down at his huge cock and smiled, "They're still putting spells on boy who act up sexually. Some things never change I see." She asked, "My name is Elsa, what's yours?"
He replied, "Aaralon."
"And what are you doing in my house?" asked the blue skinned woman in a tone of voice which left Aaralon wondering whether she was angry or playing with him.
"I just needed food. Food and warmth."
"Come here," she offered as a response. "Come on, you ate my food, it the least you can do. Come to me."
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