The next weakest giant is the Stone Giant, larger than the Hill Giants but otherwise differ little. They are only slightly more inteligent than their Hill Giant cousins. - Common Monsters

Adrian

The door of the bathroom opens, K has finished washing off what can be. I stand up and move to wash myself. I take my time, I wonder if I can really keep up the act to fool the Althaen. I also need to get the supplies to leave.

I finish washing and look at the cloth with charred meat in it. I am not putting that back on, I’ll have to ask for other clothes. I think the spare clothes are in Talia’s room, but I’m not sure. I walk up to the door.

“Can someone bring me clean clothes?”

No one responded, I repeat my words in elvish and after a minute one of the elven sisters opens the door a bit to pass me the clothes. After getting dressed, I exit the bathroom. Now we just have to wait for this feast. I should try to pocket as much food as I can.

Midafternoon arrives along with a few soldiers to guide us to the feast. I was told by K while we waited for their arrival that a noble may only bring a single follower with him throughout the feast, but that the other followers will be having their own if smaller feast.

As such K will be following me to the nobles’ tables while the others will not have to deal with the more prideful members of the Althaen. We separate and the soldier guides me to a table with Trían and two other Althaen that are wearing the same symbol as him on a tunic. Our table is among dozens of others divided among four rows with the only table breaking the pattern being the one at the far end from the entrance. The tables are wooden but not one I recognize, either a different tree and/or treatment has been done to the wood.

We sit down and I see the others guided to a table of younger people. The food in front of me looks good, a variety of meats, fruits and breads. I’m not actually hungry but I should eat what I can while I’m here. I move my hand to reach for some of the fruit but before it is over the table K speaks.

“Wait.”

The Althaen nobles look in confusion at what she said, but I do as she says. I guess there will be some sort of beginning speech? One of the nobles speaks at the two of us.

“So, I hear that your house slew the death mage.”

Does he mean that orc shaman? Probably, he must be dead now since K broke his staff.

“The orc leading the undead right, it was one of my followers who killed him.”

Trían looks at me in surprise while the other two scoff at my bad accent. Always look down on the foreigner/outsider seems to be standard procedure around here. It is Trían who speaks up after me.

“I am surprised that you have picked up our #$&^#$ so well.”

“I had a good teacher.”

I am guessing the word I haven’t heard of yet was language. After my response there is a yell from someone announcing the entrance a Lord Andrus. The nobles all stand up, and I follow suit. An older man is being accompanied by some soldiers in breastplates to a platform.

“It is good to see my &*%$ Althaen today. I know the ^**%^&%$*&^^$#%[email protected]$#^^*$% here. . .”

I tune out of his speech, as I am not understanding many of his words. I think he is talking about the benefits of being here in this world. I am not sure though, regardless of my understanding he continues for several minutes.

Several minutes where no one was paying attention to me. So I kept my hands low, stealing dishes from the other tables via Translocation Grasp and then dropping them into Void Cache. Build up rations for the escape, this is a perfect chance for high quality ones.

When the speech is over we sit down, and at some of the other tables the nobles were confused and infuriated that their table was now devoid of food. I smile as I move some of the meats onto my plate.

“What did you think of Lord Andrus’s speech?”

Trían asked a question, should I bullshit an answer?

“Interesting, but my Althaen is not good enough to understand it all.”

The two beside Trían raise mocking smirks at me once more. I don’t care mock all you want. I take a drink from the fruit juice that sits in front of me. Its sweet and the taste seems a little off, whatever it tastes good and the others are drinking it so I know it is not poisoned.

“Do you want me to explain it” asks Kythia.

“Later, I have likely guessed the important parts.”

She nods and begins to eat herself. Some soldiers are now looking around for something at the other tables. Probably about my theft of the food. One of the nobles looks angry at my lackluster amount of caring what Andrus said, he even speaks up about it.

“How can you act so about High Lord Andurs! I demand that you #$^$#^@”

“No”

I go back to eating my food and the noble just sits there. He is thinking about what to do. The noble next to him is likewise upset. Maybe they will try to duel me, I think I can win though I still feel some difficulty in my magic. Trían is just sitting in silence, he did not like my action either.

Some soldiers walk over to the table, one of them speaks up.

“Hand over any storage item for search.”

Some of the other nobles pass over some bags. I just sit and continue to eat, I find the cup empty and pour myself more of the juice. After a few moments, the soldier turns to me and holds out his hand.

“Didn’t bring one, search someone else.”

The noble that I recently angered says something I do not quite catch at the soldier who is now angry at me. He grabs me by the shoulder and is trying to pick me up. K growls at him but I place my hand near her before standing up.

“I said I did not bring a storage item.” I turn to the noble who along with his friend are grinning. “I am going to challenge you for slander after this you know.”

The nobles shut up, but they do not retract whatever it is that was said to the soldier. The soldier only finds a wallet full of now useless objects and my key chain. I sit down and ask no one in particular “are challenges over honor allowed during the feast?”

The three nobles go pale, and Trían nods. I smile, “you two have slandered me. Repay me or fight a duel.” I see K smile out of the corner of my eye. I now look directly to Trían.

“Where can we have the fight?”

“The gap in the middle of the tables.”

“$^&^@, you can’t let this $%#@&%[email protected] challenge stand.” Interjects the noble who I plan on killing in a legal duel.

“He is a noble and you did slander him.”

I smile and stand up. The noble did not want to move so I dragged him to the empty center. I glance at K and she nods and then follows speaking loudly about the slander her master was subjected to.

I toss the young noble into the bare area, and he draws his sword. Afraid as he is shaky but he keeps his voice still for a taunt.

“$%#@&%[email protected] you forgot a weapon.”

He is right I do not have a weapon on me.

“I do not need one.”

He rushes at me, slower than the soldiers but more competently than the first noble I fought. I take a glancing cut on my arm to get inside the reach of his sword and place my hand on his chest.

I will fire to burn him and the noble drops his blade and screams. I notice several of the men at the table of Andrus look over and begin talking. I leave the noble on the ground, I think he is still breathing but I am not sure. I sit down and continue to eat, drink, and swipe food when nobody is looking at me. Trían and the other noble left the table during my fight. I'll just enjoy the food and talk with K.

Half an hour after dusk people begin to leave. A soldier passes me a piece of paper and after having trouble with the wax seal I give up and just pocket it. I had fun, my body feels tingly and I talked with a pretty girl the whole time. I also got to beat up some Althaen, tonight has been good.

I stand up and almost have to sit down, the world is wobbly. I don’t see the elven sisters or my other friends as K walks back to the bank with me. I think I was talking to her the whole way back but am not sure if I was talking aloud or thinking.

I figured out how to walk straight again by the time we get to the bank. Was walking always this hard? We get to the room where my bed is, and I turn to K. She is so nice and pretty.

“I liksh you.”

Then I kiss her.

SC

She tastes good, and starts kissing me back, I can taste the spices from the food that still lingers on her lips. I notice the door closing behind her as we move into the room. After a moment, we part and she pulls off her shirt tunic thing. I can see her chest from the moonlight shining through the window. I find myself smiling, they look nice.

I don’t know what I said next but she kissed me again. I like this, and find myself playing with her breasts. I don’t know how much she enjoyed it but they were fun until she pushed me back and pulled at my shirt.

I take it off and pull her to me. She feels soft against my chest as I kiss her again, I find my hands wandering over her back. I am pulling her so she is pressed against me. She takes a step backwards and we find ourselves lying on the bed.

I wonder what her other parts taste like. I whisper something in her ear and then kiss where the jaw connects to the skull. She makes a noise at that, but it wasn’t as fun as playing with her breasts earlier so I move back to them. She doesn’t stop me and I find them to be more fun to kiss than her mouth. I don’t know if I did it right though, at first, she made noises of pain but then there were more that were like when I kissed near her ear.

Her hands were running along my torso, but I was more interested in her's. Her nipples are now pointy and she moans when I nibble on them. Much more fun than playing with her mouth. She is cradling my head to her breasts. My hands have run down her back and into her pants. I like the feel of where my hands wander.

As much fun as this is I still need to breathe. So, I stop for a moment to take a few breaths, and she pulls on my pants. She wants to take them off, I smile and try to pull hers off as I get off her. She does not fight it and now has but a small piece of fabric on her. She is really pretty, and I can see just about everything, only her silver hair block my view.

I undo my belt and she sits up just to pants me. She then stands to give me a kiss, I watch as her bountiful bosoms bounce a little when she moves. Her belly rubs against me and that feels a lot better than what I was doing before.

I think I said something because she smiled and then pulled down my underwear, and then does the same with her own as she stares at my crotch. Much as I am staring at her own. I pull her to me and kiss her again. I rub myself on her as we move back down to the bed. Her legs part and I am pressed against her.

I hear her moan and say something about being inside her. That means sex, I move my crotch from her’s and touch it. It feels wet, that means go, right? She tries to roll to be on top of me but I hold her pinned as I line myself up to her. She does not try a second time but opens her legs wider.

I push my tip into her slowly, enjoying the feeling. I feel the resistance to me entering her stop and she stifles a yelp of pain. I look down, some dark liquid is flowing out of her, as she stretches to house me. I stop for a moment and kiss her, but find myself pushing deeper.

I push all of myself into her and notice a tear in her eye. I don’t want to hurt her, even if it does feel so good. I start to pull away from her but she wraps her legs around me and pulls my head into another kiss.

She wants me inside her; I find myself thrusting into her, my hips moving on their own. I do it slowly and gently, soon tears stop forming in her eyes and I feel her insides wrapping around me. She is making the noises from when I played with her breasts, but louder. I start thrusting faster and harder, her moans cheering me on. Soon I feel tension building in my groin, the desire to spill forth and claim her as mine.

I try to hold it in, enjoy her longer but it soon erupts out of me. It stops after a few seconds, then so do I; breathing heavily and feeling great. I give her another kiss and she tries to roll us over.

This time I let her. . .

My head hurts when I wake up, and I feel only one arm with weight on it. My arms are wrapped around something soft. I squeeze it and hear a light moan. My eyes open, Kythia is in my arms naked. What happened? I don’t remember anythi. . .

Images of the feast from last night flash through my mind, followed by a very pleasant memory of how I got in this position. I look down, there is some dried blood on my waist and the sheet. I took her last night.

K rolls over and gives me a kiss, she isn’t upset about any of this she looks happy. I smile and enjoy it as much as my headache will allow. When we part I speak up.

“Kythia I . . .”

“I wanted it. I like you too.”

I stop, I don’t need to apologize. The only problems now are what I am going to say to the others, and what do I tell my mother?