Having personally slain the two most powerful enemies in the warband it was decided that Adrian would have his choice of loot, he took the dwarven rune blade and the Shaman's staff for himself. The next few day were spent cleaning the fort of corpses and healing any injured, the sheer number of corpses left them with little choice other than to cremate them. Goblins, humans, and dwarves were piled atop one another before being consumed by magical flame as everyone stood in a somber silence.

All in told they only lost two dozen men, half of those were from the shaman Ur'gosh, such few losses was a cause for celebration. Those who witnessed Adrian's battles against the two enemy leaders spread stories of his skill with both blade and magic around cooking fires and kegs of ale. The mages of the guild however kept a wary eye on the young man, noting the volatile and untrained nature of the young mage

Havmal was quite glad to have Adrian by his side, they young man's powers, terrifying as they may be, had saved his life. There was one thing however that worried him, the wyverns, they would have to clear out their nests or taking the fort would be little more than a token gesture. It would be a tough job, but with the handful of silver plates, himself, and the mages it wouldn't be too difficult.

Adrian let out a a sigh as he took a seat beside his companions who were currently busy relaxing with a keg of ale pulled out of the keep's store room. According to Zarick it was the "good dwarven stuff, not milksops piss watter". Annabelle leaned against her lord quite happy with her little stunt, though she still blushed deeply if she looked into his eyes.

"The good news is we won, bad news is we have to go clear out those wyvern nests" Margitte spoke flatly to the group. "I take it Havmal tried to recruit you" Tagrid inquired with a furrowed brow. "Hah, I volunteered" she replied with her hands on her hips, a mischievous smile on her lips, and her tail lightly wagging. "Why do I get the feeling you mean, we volunteered" Tagrid grumbled. "Well, we might as well get ready" Adrian smirked looking over his new blade. Though he preferred a longsword the quality of the new sword were enough to convince him fo grab a sheild.

Finding the wyvern nests had not been an easy task, even with Zarick and Tagrid's help navigating. They spent hours navigating through a series of twisting tunnels before ariving at the goblin warren. The entire place reeked of a strong oily musk, it was the scent emitted by a fmale Wyvern in heat. They were in luck with the nests, made from crushed goblin shacks and debris, were largely unoccupied, from the number they gatgered there were at least six in total.

Only one nest was currently occupied, Calderus examined the room closely before nodding to himself. "If the females are out hunting, its porbably likely that wyvern in the courtyard was the male of this harem" he whispered to havmal. Slowly they crept across the room like mice through a pantry towards the only occupied nest, everything was going fine.

Something crunched beneath Adrian's boot, instantly the wyvern sprang awake, crouched on all fours ready to pounce on the invader. She leapt off her powerful hind feet clearing a ten foot distance pinning Adrian to the ground with a wing. Red eyes streaked with gold glared down at him she snapped at his face with powerful jaws lined with teeth like razors, he thrust his blade into the roof of the wyvern's mouth. The force of the lunge drove the blade into the creatures brain causing it to spasm before collapsing atop him.

This was the second time these past few days he found himself staring death in the face, only to escape by sheer dumb luck. Havmal furrowed his brow for a moment before pulling the unlucky lad out from under the beast. "Harvest everything you can from the beast but be quick about it, we'll torch the nests, that ought to get them to move on" Havmal barked. "You alright" he questioned, "I think that bitch cracked my ribs" Adrian groaned in pain. "That all, you're lucky to be alive" Havmal chuckled.

Whilst Calderus saw to Adrian's wounds Annabelle helped search the nests for any possible eggs. A wyvern egg was worth it's weight in gold, but more valuable was the chance to raise a wyvern battle mount. It was something even a simple village girl understood, that such a thing was a symbol of prestige in it's own right, and she wanted to prove herself of value to her lord beyond just a maid.

Laying in the nest the wyvern had been sitting on she found a single egg, black as a moonless night, before anyone noticed she slipped the mellon sized egg into her pack.

It took several days for forces to arive from the Empire, afterwards everyone marched back down the mountain and returned to the guild to receive payment. Courtesy of the Empire, everyone received 50 gold pieces, a small fortune for any common soldier. After the evaluation of the harvested wyvern materials, for special contributions, Adrian's party recieved 250 gold pieces from the guild, in private of course. It was also decided that Adrian would recieve a silver plate along with tagrid, Annabelle was raised to Iron.

Upon reaching the rank of a silver plate the individual would be given a title based on their abilities, Adrian's was Lord of the Black Flame, a grossly audacious title in his opinion but one that caught on. Word had spread in the guild of the young man with black hair and emeral eyes who command black flames, and sood would spread to the rest of the guild branches.

Ale and wine flowed freely at the inn that night, songs were sung, and tales of heroic deeds were told. Only one thing was on Adrian's mind, the buxom maid currently dressed in a blouse and breeches sitting in his lap bludhing heavily whilst sipping wine. Perhaps two things were on his mind as Margitte slipped in beside him and deeply kissed Annabelle causing the girls face to flush in arousal and embarassment. Taking Annabelle by the hand Margitte whispered in Adrians's ear, "join us in five", before scampering off with a stuttering blushing Annabelle in tow.

Adrian grabbed a bottle of honneyed wine before making his way to their private room, his thoughts were largely occupied on what led him into such a situation. It was true that he found both women to be beautiful in their own ways, the fiery playful temptress and the demure maiden. Still he couldn't help but wonder how much of this was his own doing, and how much the demonic taint contributed.

Margitte sat her buxom companion down on the bed, looking her over with her wolfen eyes, the poor gir was so red that she looked like a beet and couldn't stop fidgeting. She couldn't help but remember how nervous she had been with her own first time, " just remember, you only have to go as far as you want, I'm here for you" she whispered softly in her motherly tone. "Now take a deep breath and relax" she cooed whilst helping Annabelle out of her clothes admiring her soft pale flesh in contrast to own her toned lithe form. "Margitte, do you love him" she questioned meekly. Margitte sighed, "love is not the best way to describe my feelings, my kind are naturally atracted to powerful males, but I find you just as attractive, if that bothers you I'll give the two of you space". Annabelle looked up at the wolf woman whom she admired deeply, and pursed her lips in thought before nodding. Hiding her feelings Margitte started to leave only to be pulled into a deep passionate kiss that both suprised and enthralled her. "Are we lovers now" Annabelle questioned with an embarassed tone eliciting a light chuckle and kiss from Margitte.

He gave two gentle raps on the door, waiting for a reply before unlocking the door. A scene he was not expected played out before him, a flaxen haied maiden dressed in a cream colored negligee pinned beneath a crimson haired temptress, gentle nips and kissed being trailed down the younger womans neck towards her bountiful breasts barely obscured by sheer fabric.

"Good evening my lord, please allow your humble servants to entertain you" Margitte cooed seductively looking over her shoulders hoping to catch Adrian with a dumbstruck appearance. Intstead all that greeted her was the dark seductive smile and piercing gaze she had seen the day before they left on their adventure.

Annabelle became entranced by the beautiful wolf and allowed her practiced motions to ravish her body eliticing whimpers and moans that only served to heighten the arousal of Adrian who sat relaxed watching them with his lustful gaze. Each time her eyes met his she felt the slick wetness between her thighs grow, something that Margitte enjoyed greatly as she ran her tongue through the girls velvety folds.

With a crooked finger and a pleasure glazed expression Adrian was invited over, never one to refuse a lady's request he strode across the room discaring his clothes as he went with an alluring fluidity borne from his martial prowess. Plush lips met his and Margitte's tongue slipped between his, the two intertwining and wrestling for dominance before pulling back. Margitte lay beside Annabelle allowing Adrian to slip betwixt the plush thighs of the flaxen haired maid.

Annabelle was suprised by his gently yet feverish caress as he slid his hands along her side up to her bountiful breasts, she could some how feel the difference between his touch now and when he had been under the influence of his powers. He was still firm, strong, but his presence was no longer overwhelming, dark, and seductive. Her work roughed hands wrapped around his neck pulling him closer as she wrapped her legs around his waist making her desires clear. Responding to the forwardness of his lover he kissed her with a hot passion distracting her from his thrust entering her virgin soil, her lust fogged mind barely registed the pain of her first time as Adrian and Margitte took turns kissing her lips and suckling her firm pink nipples. Soon his gentle thrusts opened her to greater pleasures as he subconsciously poured his power into her as he had with the succubus, she moaned and whimpered from feeling his pleasure and arousal atop her own. She became lost in a sea of crashing waves as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body, being so close Margitte too shared in Annabelle's mind shattering pleasure as Adrian flooded Annabelle with his hot thick seed.

Annabelle lay on the verge of conciousness smiling as she slowly came down from the aftershocks.

Adrian was far from satisfied, the power once again flowed through him empowering him with stamina, seeing Annabelle's clearly spent form he took the demi human in his arms, cascades of crimson curls spilling across her shoulders. Margitte's primal instincts took over in the presence of his powerful aura letting out a deep growl as she leapt up and wrapped her legs around him, Adrian let out a groan of pleasure and pain as she sunk her sharp wolf like canines into his shoulder as she impaled her self on his shaft. Her firm toned body impated against his own with each thrust, she was wild and fierce in her mating, allowing more and more of her wolven traits to show.

Sharp claws raked his back drawing rivulets of blood down his back, where once there was tanned skin ther was a thick coat of soft red fur. He had heard stories of demi-humans being descendants of humans and sentient demonic beasts, and the ability of demi-humans to take on a more beastial form. It didnt detract from her beauty in his eyes, if anything it only served to heighten his arousal causing him to bite her neck in return.

Just as she tried to overpower him he poured his power into her overwhelming her greater strength with his desire to dominate the she wolf, he lifted her from his body and put her on all fours. Adrian grabbed a fistfull of her crimson locks as he pounded her from behind, the force of each thrust echoing in the room until he bred her like the bitch in heat that she was.

Together the trio lay in blissful post coitus and cuddled together as the exhaution of their passionate lovemaking took them into a sweet night's embrace.