to the other end of the clearing to a waiting funeral pyre and they maneuvered the body over the top with the help of some others. Finally Ironside once more stood before Bradan facing the crowd. The six girls all faced inwards standing around the pyre.
“Now is the time to pay our dues, now is the time to give back for all we have taken, look upon us gods of this world! We give back to you!”
Then Ironside turned and lowered his staff to the base of the pyre and it caught quickly, the fire traveled up and touched Bradan's body. Wollfen noticed that the oil was flammable and very quickly every inch of his body was covered in small flames, it was an unusual sight seeing his entire body alight even before the pyre itself was burning properly. The six naked girls stood back and knelt on the ground bowing their heads, surely they would be getting hot?
After a couple of minutes he saw they we all sweating, their faces and bare breasts gleaming with wetness in the fire light. Finally the entire pyre was well alight and the girls stood up retreating some more, then sitting down cross legged stared into the fire. There they would stay for the rest of the night, paying observance to Bradan passing over to the afterlife.
Raven took Wollfen's hand and led him away, she leaned to his ear and spoke quietly,
“We must all depart and leave the vigil to the six girls, we leave them alone out of respect.” Wollfen nodded quietly and they returned to the encampment.
The two of them sat down by a fire there and Wollfen stared for awhile before speaking,
“You know because the ceremonies of the Nightclans are all so secret I was half expecting there to be sacrifices or at least some blood being drank or something, but in all honesty what I saw wasn’t bad at all.” Raven nodded,
“You sound like a typical Kingdom dweller when you talk like that, all those people out west think we are some sort of heathen that will burn for all eternity in the afterlife the way they carry on.” He chuckled at her observation,
“You aren’t wrong there, those people for the most part fear you and even hate you for simply existing. It's sad really.”
Raven was more pragmatic about it,
“I doubt that hate and judgment is unique to the Kingdom, I haven’t traveled the world but I would believe you would find it everywhere no matter what lifestyle you felt was right for you.” Wollfen couldn’t help but agree,
“That’s actually a very insightful view Raven, you have hit the nail right on the head.”
They sat there quietly watching the camp fire burning and meditating, he always found watching the flames flicker and dance could clear his mind after awhile. Raven stretched wriggling her toes and looking up at the moon far above. She snuggled into him and grunted with a little pleasure. Wollfen slid his arm around her and squeezed enjoying the cuddle. It was a simple thing but all of a sudden he realized he missed it. He could get used to having a woman in his life again and Raven was someone he got along very well with. He did care for her deeply but the shadow of his dead wife still hung over him. Would he ever get past it? It had already been so many years.
He nuzzled her neck a little and whispered into her ear,
“Lets go back to the tent, I want to make slow love to you.”
Raven smiled and turned her head, she looked deep into his eyes and saw his desire. She recognized that it wasn’t lust but him wanting to show her his feelings and desires for her. She leaned up to his mouth and gently kissed him, he kissed back, their soft lips intertwining and lingering. They pulled away from each other and stood up. Hand in hand they retreated back to their tent and would not be seen again till next morning.
The following day Ironside and Wollfen were talking about the recent events, it seemed like the orc menace was getting worse fast,
“You were attacked in an entirely different area Wollfen there's no reason to believe that the
“Now is the time to pay our dues, now is the time to give back for all we have taken, look upon us gods of this world! We give back to you!”
Then Ironside turned and lowered his staff to the base of the pyre and it caught quickly, the fire traveled up and touched Bradan's body. Wollfen noticed that the oil was flammable and very quickly every inch of his body was covered in small flames, it was an unusual sight seeing his entire body alight even before the pyre itself was burning properly. The six naked girls stood back and knelt on the ground bowing their heads, surely they would be getting hot?
After a couple of minutes he saw they we all sweating, their faces and bare breasts gleaming with wetness in the fire light. Finally the entire pyre was well alight and the girls stood up retreating some more, then sitting down cross legged stared into the fire. There they would stay for the rest of the night, paying observance to Bradan passing over to the afterlife.
Raven took Wollfen's hand and led him away, she leaned to his ear and spoke quietly,
“We must all depart and leave the vigil to the six girls, we leave them alone out of respect.” Wollfen nodded quietly and they returned to the encampment.
The two of them sat down by a fire there and Wollfen stared for awhile before speaking,
“You know because the ceremonies of the Nightclans are all so secret I was half expecting there to be sacrifices or at least some blood being drank or something, but in all honesty what I saw wasn’t bad at all.” Raven nodded,
“You sound like a typical Kingdom dweller when you talk like that, all those people out west think we are some sort of heathen that will burn for all eternity in the afterlife the way they carry on.” He chuckled at her observation,
“You aren’t wrong there, those people for the most part fear you and even hate you for simply existing. It's sad really.”
Raven was more pragmatic about it,
“I doubt that hate and judgment is unique to the Kingdom, I haven’t traveled the world but I would believe you would find it everywhere no matter what lifestyle you felt was right for you.” Wollfen couldn’t help but agree,
“That’s actually a very insightful view Raven, you have hit the nail right on the head.”
They sat there quietly watching the camp fire burning and meditating, he always found watching the flames flicker and dance could clear his mind after awhile. Raven stretched wriggling her toes and looking up at the moon far above. She snuggled into him and grunted with a little pleasure. Wollfen slid his arm around her and squeezed enjoying the cuddle. It was a simple thing but all of a sudden he realized he missed it. He could get used to having a woman in his life again and Raven was someone he got along very well with. He did care for her deeply but the shadow of his dead wife still hung over him. Would he ever get past it? It had already been so many years.
He nuzzled her neck a little and whispered into her ear,
“Lets go back to the tent, I want to make slow love to you.”
Raven smiled and turned her head, she looked deep into his eyes and saw his desire. She recognized that it wasn’t lust but him wanting to show her his feelings and desires for her. She leaned up to his mouth and gently kissed him, he kissed back, their soft lips intertwining and lingering. They pulled away from each other and stood up. Hand in hand they retreated back to their tent and would not be seen again till next morning.
The following day Ironside and Wollfen were talking about the recent events, it seemed like the orc menace was getting worse fast,
“You were attacked in an entirely different area Wollfen there's no reason to believe that the
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