Brown dragon are generally found in the hills and smaller mountains as their instinctual magics work better on dirt than stone. Larger brown dragons do eventually move onto manipulating stone but the control of Earth begins with dirt. They are the most lathargic of chromatic dragons and are thus it is rarely dangerous to pass through their territory.

Adrian

Thrane seems lost in thought for a moment, but I doubt my words are really something profound. I somehow doubt he will remember it once he gets to work talking with Jasmine anyways.

After a moment Bryan just shrugs and goes on his way as Thrane, now absent mindedly, follows me towards where he wanted to go. His bodyguards only slightly behind us.

“We’ll be waiting for you” I hear from the trio as the leave for what I assume is to meet me in our room.

The guards to the military's section of the hotel do not stop me this time as I lead Thrane and one of his bodyguards to Jasmine. A light knock on the door is all the notice I give before opening the door.

Inside there were three women in their late twenties, Jasmine and an old woman in clothes not meant for someone of her age. There is fear in the four's eyes as the quickly rush out of the room. Why would they be scared of me?

“Secretary Jasmine this is Trane Goldenrock, the dwarf I told you about. Was this a bad time?” I ask not really caring what the answer is.

“No, no, come in we just finished. Will you be joining the planning?”

“No, I am needed elsewhere. Thrane I’ll have some of the papers you wanted from me when I come by tomorrow.”

Thrane nods and the smile I now know as a money smile is on his face. I hear only his first question as I am leaving, “how have you found that amulet to be?”

I walk past the guards who made a problem out of my eyes earlier today as they whisper to their replacements descriptions of people they are not to stop. The stairs are annoying but the elevator is still out of order so I have to keep using them.

I’ll drop off Bryan's computer before going to my own room, hopefully Abagail will be there to open the door. I knock and my hope is answered, Abagail does in fact answer with one of the books she is borrowing from me in hand.

“What is it?” she asks

“Bryan wanted me to drop off his computer.”

I walk in towards the desk in their room, it is not quite as lavish as the one I am using but clearly nicer than anything any of us have had before this. As the computer appears under my hand Abagail asks a question.

“How long are we going to be here?”

“I am not sure, at least a few more days. We are having some equipment made by the dwarves and will be dealing with some deathspeakers before we continue onwards.”

“Why? I’m not against it but you haven’t been giving aid to others before, why now?”

“I made a deal with someone about them. We are being paid for it and need the funds to continue.”

Abagail frowns, I guess she thinks I am taking advantage of the less fortunate. I am but I don’t want too much disapproval of my actions in the party.

“Part of our pay is preventing the government from allying themselves with the Althaen.”

“What? Why would they even think that was a good idea? We have no common values, no point of common ground.”

She takes a deep breath, and after a sigh continues without the growing anger in her voice. “Alright, I don’t like taking money for helping others but that was a good decision even if you didn’t ask everyone else about it before making your decision.

You need to be discussing more of your actions with the rest of us. Have you at least told Bryan?”

“Ah no, I talked it over with the others while we were in jail last night though.”

“What were you in jail for?”

“Killing an Althaen noble who decided to try to kill me and enslave Kythia, Lysan and Talia. It all happened in a rush but the news should put some anti Althaen stuff up soon. Do the TVs even work right now?”

“Anything else I should remember to bring up when we have a party meeting?”

“No, that’s probably it. Is that going to be tomorrow?”

“Nope, we should probably go over our abilities to each other too before planning how to deal with upcoming challenges.”

With that I leave and can’t help but smile as enter into my room and see the trio talking to each other as they are lighting what few candles are not currently lit.

SC

They noticed me quite quickly due to the sound of the closing door. As disappointed as I am in not getting to sneak up and surprise one of them all I can do is grin as they begin to pull me towards the bed.

Somehow, they managed to strip me of my shirt as I am running my hands over whoever I can. Once on the bed the three of them pull back from me and the elven twins begin to pull off their shirts.

Something about how the candlelight dances over their lithe bodies draws me towards the twins but K pushes me backwards onto my back. She whispers in my ear, “not so fast my mate. Let us show you how much we want you first.”

I am not sure if it was the tone of her voice or the passionate kiss that followed but when she pulled away after but a few seconds a bulge in my pants was making itself quite prominent. I almost get up to follow K wanting to continue where she left off but the twins were at either side of me working together to strip me of my pants, something they managed quickly.

My underwear with its current tent like state left little to be said for what I wanted. My underwear follows my pants to the ground and my manhood knocks against one of the twins' faces, Lysan's. She just turned almost as red as her hair but she keeps up the act and role she is playing.

The twins begin to rub their chests against me as they did their first time with me, they are still unskilled at it but I do enjoy their efforts before K interrupts them and licks my cock.

I stiffen a bit further from the chill her saliva brings after the warmth of her tongue. The twins see it and copy K's action, soon they seem to be competing over how much of me they can lick and caress.

I don’t last long against this different stimulation and their competition increases in intensity as my shaft fills before erupting over their heads. They pause for a few seconds and touch what has been spilt onto them and I can’t hold back anymore.

I sit up and grab one of them, Lysan. I kiss her and find that they did not just pull off their shirts but got naked as my desire for them rubs against her. I groan at the feeling of her smooth elven skin and roll her under me.

I plunge into her, not questioning why I only feel harder after showering her with my seed. She lets out her muffled noises of delight as I strike her deepest parts and start to plow her. I take my time as my hands run over her body, giving her the same amount of attention she gave to pleasuring me.

Her grip gets tighter as does her insides as she has a harder time holding in her voice. Her insides convulse and suck me deeper as she pushes fluid past our joining. I clench my teeth but fail to hold back as I fill her. Her belly swells a bit further and I find myself thrusting into her again once I finish.

I can’t stop myself, it feels too good to stop. I just feel hornier, why? Did someone use magic on me, or drug me? I can’t focus on my thoughts as Lysan becomes tighter and tighter again. She is not even holding herself back anymore as she calls my name and professes her love.

She comes hard again, what is pushed past our union is thicker this time and I find myself dumping more of my seed in her. Her face is one of a woman lost in coital bliss as I force myself to pull out of her instead of thrusting in some more.

I’m still hard and that can’t be right. I look over to my other two girlfriends only to grab Talia as she happened to be closer. I give her a kiss as I line myself up without thinking. Something isn’t right, I shouldn’t have this stamina or ceaseless desire to just keep fucking.

I let out a groan as I find myself deep within Talia, her legs wrapped around me. I begin to thrust and hear my name as I hit against the walls of her hallway. She moans and I wonder if I can get her to make the same face her sister did.

I get rougher and she tightens around me faster before letting out a scream of joy as I erupt inside her. Regardless of my ragged breathing I find myself thrusting into her again as soon as the feeling of my orgasm ends. I grab a hold of her hips and brace myself to keep going, my worries over my current state lost in the feeling of Talia's womanhood.

She begins to hold tight as my second ejaculation into her sends her over the edge again and I see it. A face very similar to the one her sister still wears.

Kythia

I watch as my mate quickly takes both of my pack sisters, itching for when my turn will come. He seems to be beyond eager to mate, his scent of arousal stronger than before.

My mate pauses for a third time on top of Talia before pulling away from her. A gush of his seed pours out of her and I look to my mate. He is erect but there is more than just desire in his eyes as he turns to me.

Why would he be worried? It is too early for my possible pups to get in the way. I grab one of his arms and pull him to me, I wanted him too much to sleep well last night.

His desire for me wins out over whatever worry he had, and my mate once more begins to pin me against the bed as I enjoy the feeling of him entering me. I make a token struggle to take the lead before I surrender to enjoy my mate’s dominance.

I still see the worry in my mate’s eyes as he moves to kiss me. I feel irritated, he should not be thinking of anything but fucking my brains out right now.

“I’m your bitch, ravage me like the dragon you are” I almost growl and whatever struggle there was in my mate ends. He pulls out of me and pulls me half off the bed before I find myself facedown and mounted from behind as wild she wolves are taken, my face pressed into the sheets damp from his acts with the elves.

I let out a scream of pleasure as my mate bites down hard on my ear and proceeds to thrust as fast and hard as he can. He does not stop or slow as I convulse around him.

My legs get weak as he finally begins to fill me and my walls pull his seed to my womb as I let out another scream.

Adrian

I hold K's hips as I cum what feels like a whole bucket. I taste a bit of iron on my tongue and realize I drew blood with the ear bite. I’m going to have to apologize for that. I find myself finally saited with a feeling of emptiness and my erection shrinks and falls out of her as I move her into the bed.

A trickle of my seed flows out of her as her lower lips keep twitching. I pull the girls into a pile around me before giving into my desire to sleep.

I for the first time in a while truly sleep for hours without interruption only waking when those around me do. With a yawn, I stretch in the now dark room as all of the candles are spent, not that it affects my sight much anymore.

The elven twins I can hear in the bathroom as they are getting ready for the day, what is it I need to do? I go through my mental checklist. More reading, help my girls learn more magic, party meeting, stuff for Thrane and checking on our equipment orders are all I can come up with.

Some of those are more pressing than others though. I haven’t started on the stuff for Thrane and I mentally grown at the writing cramp I know I will have. I wonder if one of my girls know a spell to transcribe or write down things faster?

I lean over to K as she is getting dressed and enjoy the scented soaps she must have just used as I ask her a question.

“You wouldn’t happen to know a spell to write things down, would you?” and I continue as she shakes her head, “does Lysan or Talia?”

Once more I am meet with a shaken head and I begin to dread what I am going to have to do, accelerate time and heal my hand from cramps. Damnit, why did I tell Thrane I would have it to him today?

“Regretting something?” K asks.

“All the writing I still have to do for Thrane.”

“Need help?”

“Yes, but I’m not sure how much you can help. I’m going to be accelerating time in this room though so feel free to use it in any way that will help you.”

I pull out a few dry erase markers and tape to use to make runes I can use as a focus before I actually alter the flow of time. I don’t think this cheap clear tape will peal the paint so I place lots of 'runes' that consist of sentences in several languages that state my desired effect, for time to be compressed and run faster inside the compared to outside of the runes. I get weird looks from the elven twins once they exit the bathroom but they do not ask any questions.

“I have to do a bunch of boring writing for Thrane, if you could find and bring me more paper that would be helpful.”

“How does all this writing have anything to do with writing stuff down for Thrane?” Talia asks.

“It will help me manipulate time so I can get it done earlier today.”

“You can manipulate time?” she says

“Yes, that’s how I’ve been making myself move faster.”

She just looks at me with some disbelief while Lysan does not even bat an eye as she finishes getting ready for whatever it is that she plans on doing today.

No one speaks as I finish writing and putting up tape, but as I go to the bathroom to clean myself Lysan holds out the books I gave her and with some embarrassment says, “I don’t understand these can I get easier books.”

Were they too hard? I don’t think so, she was able to understand some of these ideas when I mentioned them in elvish.

“Do you not know too many of the words?”

She nods, and I pull out a dictionary from Void Cache. “This book explains what words mean with other words, I’ll keep working on the English to Elvish dictionary today too. You can do it, it’s my fault for not giving you everything you needed.”

She smiles and brings the books back over to the bed while dragging Talia to join her in reading them. K just smiles as she walks to the door. I enter the bathroom and clean up quickly as I am unsure of how much daylight I will burn on just writing.

Somehow, I managed to not get caught by my reflection in the mirror like the last time I used one. I need to be careful of that, dragons are prone to narcissism and that is something bleeding over into me from dragon-me along with who knows what else.

Once I return to the room itself in fresh clothes I enter into my near circle of 'runes'. While looking at the clock outside of where this effect should take place I begin to warp reality through the focus that is my writing. The clock begins to run, the second hand a blur as the minute hand begins to visibly turn, the elven twins move in a blur towards me before they too enter the area of effect.

Shit, this is the opposite of what I wanted and I forcefully undo what I had done. Time resumes the normal flow and I interrupt the twins before they can ask me what happened.

“Sorry I made a mistake, slowed down time instead of speeding it up.”

I don’t explain further as I smear some of the sentences written in dry erase markers on clear tape, rewriting them with slightly different wordings. I am however glad at how much the rate of time changed, over fifteen minutes had passed in but a few seconds.

Once more I warp reality and begin to count out loud while looking at the clock. I quit after reaching ten as the second hand still had not moved. I glance at the elven twins, they are outside of the effect. Once I reach the desk I push the twist of reality as much as I can and still make it a duration, one that seems to be on a real-time countdown instead of relative time.

I pull out the stuff I had not yet finished for the trip and set to work, they are more important to me than Thrane and I would rather disappoint him than them.

Kythia

When I exit the room I share with my mate, I sniff the air and frown, getting paper for my mate will have to wait. Those I warned yesterday decided not to follow my warning. I can smell three of them in a nearby room, no the room next to mine that is not occupied by a pack member.

I touch my sword to remind myself that it is still here, the handle feels lose and I know it won’t last much longer. A man walks up to me from the other side of the hall, dressed as one of those that have been cleaning the rooms but he walks as a warrior would and the horrid scent of something he is carrying put me on edge.

I pretend not to notice, feign that I am tightening the straps that hold my sword at my side until he is closer and proves his ill intent by extending the foul-smelling rag towards my face. I hold my breath and draw my blade to make a drawing strike. I am impressed by his reaction to severed tendons.

He does not scream nor does he panic but draws one of the firearms I have seen my packmates from Terra use so often. I move to the side and twist his hand inwards using his own weapon. The man proves his worth as a warrior as he holds in the pain of a broken thumb then wrist. The scent of blood is beginning to spread and I don’t want my mate to have to deal with this, he is busy and they are not worthy of his time.

I decide to try the altered Vampiric Touch spell on this man. Words from a tongue that still chill my blood are whispered and I feel only the mana cost of the Vampiric Touch spell leave me even though the effect does not end there.

The man spits up blood as he takes the brunt of paying the price of a powerful spell and having it strike himself, I attached Inflict Critical Wounds this time and find my mate's idea far more effective and satisfying than I originally imagined.

I think the man died from the cumulative cost to his life force as he falls to the ground, no doubt some ineffeciency I will never fix. I pull out a pinch of salt and speak the words to another spell, a cantrip followed by its counterpart. Maggots to strip the flesh from the bone in seconds and Debone to erase the bones in a pile of meat.

Not even the spilt blood is left after a third cantrip from the books my mate lets me read as I wish.