Rushing over, Kylie knelt down to check on Heather. Looking at her, she was a very beautiful elven female – nowhere near as cute as Kylie, but awfully dang cute compared to everyone else. Apparently Heather must have taken time to customize her appearance as well, before starting in the game. Thin waist, round full breasts, long shapely legs. Curves in all the right places, with a perfectly oval face and long elegant pointed ears, accentuated by golden hair which draped down almost to her ankles.
In the real world, there probably wasn’t anyone who could compare to her, in terms of beauty. Even in Winter’s Tale, she was probably in the elite top percent. Most of the inhabitants of Winter’s Tale were NPCs controlled by the computer, and none of them had been specifically tailored for human aesthetic reasons. Of the vast number of people who were actually playing and controlling characters, most didn’t bother to take the time and effort to fully customize every little detail of their character’s looks to simply make it look cuter. With just one glance, it was obvious that Heather was just as vain, and cared about her appearance in game, just as much as she did in the real world.
Lady Heather was truly a beautifully built woman – who looked like she’d been ran ragged! Her clothes were tattered and muck splattered. Damp stains of various shades and hues dyed the white robes she was wearing, and the odor was phenomenal. She wasn’t kidding when she said they’d been running, fighting, and hiding in the sewers. Her hair was out of place; a complete mess! Muck and grime covered her from head to toe, and she was out cold. Limp as a noodle, from having exerted herself completely with her magics.
Taking a few moments to stare at her ragged beauty, Kylie finally bent and gripped her gently under each arm and dragged her away from the still smoldering ruins and to the creek. Taking off her own cloak, she carefully laid it on the riverbank, before starting to strip Lady Heather and lay her clothes carefully off to the side of hers. Once Heather was naked, Kylie slowly tugged her body into the creek and, while holding it, starting trying to rub as much of the grime and sewage off as she could.
Lady Heather’s skin was soft, and supple, with just a slight hint of softness over firmness to it. Washing the grime off revealed a lightly tanned skin, that glistened under the running water in the creek, and showed no blemishes. For the first time since playing the game, Kyle was glad that he hadn’t made a male character. If he had, there’d be no way that he could do what he was doing right now – not without having an ever growing problem to deal with! The man in him was staring, and taking in every soft sensation to remember for his dreams later that night, while thankfully the woman that was him in game didn’t show any obvious signs which couldn’t be explained away by the chill of the water. At least, that’s what he hoped.
After several moments of washing, Heather finally fluttered open her eyes and glanced around. Finding herself in Kylie’s arms, a huge smile beamed across her face and she laughed. “My prince! You’ve saved me!” Reaching up, she took ahold of Kylie’s breasts – one in each hand – and firmly squeezed them while leaning up to try and kiss her.
Shocked, Kylie gave a little squeal of surprise and dropped her, letting Heather suddenly splash the rest of the way into the water. Sitting up, sputtering, and spitting water from her mouth, her naked body was a true sight to behold in all its glory. “Sorry,” Kylie told her. “You surprised me. Are you all right?”
“All right!” Heather exclaimed. “I’m in Utopia! I got away from that jerkface, found my way to you, and now we’re here alone with no one in the world to bother us! This is paradise!” Standing up, she half spun in the water, sending a mist of droplets out in all directions. “I feel refreshed! Revived! OH, my prince! Thank you so much for saving me when you did!” Giggling, she knelt down to one knee and gently reached out to take Kylie’s hand and kiss it.
Kyle was completely uncertain how to respond to such a side of Heather that he’d never seen before. He stood there in a daze as she kissed Kylie’s hand several times, before finally standing and, while grinning wildly, Heather started to rub her hands all up and down her. “Wha… What are you doing?” Kylie asked, blushing and confused.
Lady Heather just giggled and blew gently in Kylie’s long, sensitive elven ear. A shiver ran up and down her body that was both hot and cold at the same time. “Just returning the favor sweetie,” she whispered softly to Kylie. “You helped me get clean a bit, so it’s only proper than I return the favor, as an honorable elf maiden. You wouldn’t want to harm my honor in game, now would you?”
“That’s just mean,” Kylie complained, while trembling slightly under Heather’s soft, tender caresses.
“I know it is,” Heather whispered as she lightly licked Kylie’s ear before gently biting it. “But, it’s true. This game has an honor system, and as a Lady of a noble house, I’m expected to live up to certain expectations. I simply can’t let you wash me, your Highness, without returning the favor.”
“Fi.. Fine.” Kylie sighed deeply and tried to relax back in the water as much as possible. It’s just a bath. It’s just a bath. It’s just a bath. Repeating the words in her head endlessly, thinking it might help, it didn’t.
Lady Heather took her time. Kneading and caressing. Massaging and stimulating. Kissing and sometimes even playfully biting, Heather enjoyed herself to the fullest. Whenever Kylie weakly tried to complain, Heather would simply giggle and remind her quietly, “It’s OK. As you said, ‘It’s just a game. It’s not really your body, so it’s no big deal.’ Right?”
All Kylie could do in the end was to moan and enjoy the experience. When it was over her knees were weak and she had difficulty staying on her tiptoes like before. Half crawling out of the creek, she flopped back across her cloak and just laid there.
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Looking at her own tattered and stained outfit, Heather laughed loudly and then blasted the pile with a blazing ball of fire. With one single shot, the already damaged clothes shimmered and disappeared.
“Like Adamina and Eve, we shall dance naked in the garden of Eden!” Heather exclaimed joyously. “I never want to remember my time in purgatory with the demon spawn called William ever again, and I don’t need those tatters to remind me!” Seeing the shocked looked on Kylie’s face, she simply laughed harder.
“Fear not, your Highness! The great and beautiful Lady Heather is here with you now. I shall gather these leaves that you need, and you may craft both of us clothing suitable for such perfect that is us! Until then, we shall enjoy the sun on our skin, the wind in our hair, the moonlight across your fair form, and a world without men within it!”
“Sounds great, I suppose,” Kylie said weakly. “One thing I do want to know, Heather. How the heck did you get here?”
“Though the ruins you found,” Heather said while flopping down on the cloak and snuggling up beside Kylie. “The Ancient Travel Posts were created by a long forgotten race called the Ven’driki. Some claim they were giant insectoid-type people, while others claim they were beings made out of crystal and glass. No one knows for certain, but they created many different items of great and lost magical power. The Travel Posts are one of their creations.
“Almost every city has a magical stone circle set inside it somewhere, and travelers can go there and that circle will take them someplace they’ve already been. Each circle has its own unique rune identifying it – the city I was in had a rune of an open fist with a flame around it, engraved as the Marker. As long as you know the marker of where you want to go, you can travel there freely. Provided the way is open of course, the post on the other side hasn’t been destroyed or the magic corrupted or whatnot.
“It’s why I set the grass on fire when I came through. Even if William somehow knew which rune I’d traveled to, the path was blocked by flames and he would’ve went elsewhere.”
“Went where?” Kylie asked, curious.
“I honestly don’t know,” Heather replied with a laugh. “And I honestly don’t care. As long as it isn’t anywhere near us! But..” She said, stretching. “Party Invite Kylie!”
A window popped up, and Kylie instantly said, “I accept,” without even bothering to read it. No reason to refuse a party with Heather at all, now that she was here with her. The confirmation window closed and another small window appeared with Lady Heather’s name, picture, and a series of bars underneath it to represent her health and mana.
“Then I’m off for the hunt!” Heather laughed as she hopped up and started looking for the closest vine to attack. As Kylie started to rise to help her, Heather simply waved her back. “Sit and do your crafting. I’ve got this,” she said as she tossed several balls of fire one after another at the helpless vine, while well beyond its reach. In no time at all, one of the creatures disappeared in a shimmer.
Giggling, Heather picked up the green leaf which it brought over and offered it out to Kylie. “For you, my Highness.” Kylie tried not to stare too openly at the lovely naked form bent over and offering him what felt like tribute.
“Thank you,” Kylie told her simply, as she took the leaf.
“Anything for you, your Highness.” Heather fluttered her eyelashes and then stretched down on her back across the rest of the cloak Kylie was sitting on. “And now, I’ll need just a few moments to rest and recover my mana,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
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By the time Kyle logged out later that evening, he was exhausted. The experience had been amazing once Heather joined his party, and all Kylie had to do is two things. One, she just needed to look pretty and work on raising her crafting skill with the leaves which Heather gathered, which wasn’t so bad. The second, and this was the reason why she was so exhausted, was she had to “help Heather recover her magic faster.”
Heather insisted that resting was the best way to recover her magic, and even after she ate some of the elven trail bread, she needed time to recover between fights. The Tangleroot Creepers were perfect opponents for her; foes which couldn’t move, and which she could simply practice blasting over and over until they shattered. The only problem was Heather didn’t seem to have a limitless reserve of energy like Kylie, nor did she recover it at the same rate. After each fight, she gathered up the leaf that was left behind, and then came over to sit, and supposedly rest, beside Kylie.
The exhausting part for Kylie was Lady Heather’s method of resting. At first she just wanted to stretch out on the cloak beside her. Then she wanted to use Kylie’s lap for a pillow. Once she was in Kylie’s lap, she played with her hair at first. And then blew up and down her thighs and legs. Then wanted to caress her gently. Each kill, Heather got just a little more “hands on” with Kylie. And, if Kylie complained, Heather pouted and apologized and said honor demanded she let Kylie do the same to her, since she’d given offense.
And, after she’d “paid off her punishment” by making Kylie do the same, she’d go off and blast a few more vines before coming back to start the whole process over again.
Kyle really didn’t have a clue how Sera could put up with her, if she was like that with her all the time!
Exhausted, he simply dropped his helmet to the ground and drifted off to a fitful series of dreams that left him sweaty, drained, and needing a bath when he awoke the next morning.