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A night in castle Katrepat	By : cyberdemon107 Category: +S through Z > Wakfu Views: 2659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-A night in castle Katrepat
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"So, why exactly is he a lord and you, a nobody, when you are both guardians?" Coyly asked Amalia.
Grovy tried to ignore the question, but a cackle from all around reminded the young Iop of his shortcomings. But Wagner waved it off. He could not allow any of his guests, nay, his saviors a sour evening. He raised a toast to the courageous heroes and especially to the valiant Iop and the tavern echoed in kind. The young lord knew how to celebrate. From all directions, villagers of Katrepat poured into the castle on the cliff to enjoy a grand ball. Yugo and Az, along with some neighborhood kids ran in the cavernous halls, evidently playing some adventure-esque game that involved causing a ruckus. Grovy was probably skulking around the armory or treasury, ogling sharp and shiny trinkets amassed by their heroic host. Ruel was herded away by the barber (or was it stableboy) for a forced grooming. That left Amalia and Eva alone to prepare for the evening.
Servants led them to a luxurious guestroom with two double beds, separated by a screen. Then, a servant slid open a door to a wall closet, revealing hundreds of dresses of every colour, shape and size. With a girlish squeal, Amalia dove in. Her clothes hastily flew off and in a flash of chocolate and green she pounced into the racks of fabric, as embarassed attendants tried to look away. After a brief struggle, she leapt out and giggling, ran down the hall. Her shoes cracked against the marble as her voice echoed at a distance, calling Eva. With a sight, Evangelyne politely sent the servants away. She was all alone with the royal wardrobe. Many thoughts washed over the cra, many emotions that she wanted to hide. She looked at the reflection, at the brave stout archer in the wall mirror. She did not want to see a beautiful girl, but one looked back nontheless. The freckled face blushed and, slowly she undressed. Was she really attractive? Did Grovy see her as a warrior, a bodyguard, or as this? She ran her hands across her hips, up the tight stomach and cupped them under her freckled breasts
"Amalia can't be jealous of this" snorted Evangelyne, feeling the weight of hr ample chest. She pictured Grovy giddily feeling it, embarrassment awash over her face. Maybe it would be a good… experiment. Worth gauging their reactions, she tried to convince herself. She could never admit she wanted to be seen in a dress. With hesitation, she began looking. Red? Too flashy. Yellow? Not a tofu, thanks. Green? Abso-bworking-lutely not. Never clash with a princess, lest you want to repeat that incident. She finally found a nice lilac one, chest to knees that closely hugged her curves. She ran her hands along the tight silk fabric, picturing their gazes feeling her, admiring her, leering her… With those warm thoughts, Evangelyne slowly walked towards the great hall. Anticipation built like a knot in her throat, as she slowly pushed the ornate door and heared…
"And that's when I blasted the big dumb Minotorors with their own lightning!" Then a crowd roared with laughter. At first, the bright lights blinded Eva. But gradually she began to see the great hall. Yugo, Amalia… and the great Tristepin Percidal on top of a table, a pint of Emelkan ale in hand. And two local girls at his feet. One, an Ecaflip was tugging at his trousers with a clawed hand. Eva saw enough. She slammed the door as hard as she could, before she could be seen and started off, as far away as possible.
With long, angry strides she walked down the empty hall. Pervert! Womanizer! Drunk! Yogurt brain! Her pace increased and soon she was running. Running away from the guilt. From the bitter pain she wouldn't dare admit… from jealousy. As her eyes swelled with tears, Eva began to lose direction. Hallways became less lit and more segmented. They led deeper and deeper into the mountain. Before long, the only source of light was the moon, peering through the shaded windows. She was hopelessly lost. In a fit of panic, she grabbed the first door with a light underneath and burst through, running straight into Wagner.
The young lord was in his normal clothes, the only difference was a lack of beard and the purple ring, that was now on a chain around his neck. He was notably distressed at the sight of the sobbing freckled Cra on top of him. He picked up the trembling girl and, as she stuttered out apologies, led her into the study. A snap of the fingers and he pulled a mug of hot chocolate out of a mirror. With a steady stream of assurances and condolences, her sobs gradually subsided. Drinking the steaming cocoa, Eva became less apprehensive and explained the trouble to Wagner.
"And after all that, there he was, drunk as a bwork-face on a table, with two girls clawing at his feet. I didn't know what to do, so I just ran as far as I could"
"Have you told him how you feel?"
A sharp ping of guilt cuts the young Cra to the core. Her ears twitch and her gaze drops.
"It's not like I like him. I just wanted him to see me as a girl, not a bodyguard all the time"
"I am sure he does. Ombrage… chose you out of countless. As would I." Eva's eyes widened.
"Besides, Grovy is a clumsy oaf. How could a Guardian act like that?"
"It's his first adventure. He's just having fun. Don't blame him Evangelyne. I was just like him once."
"But you are… you. You live in a castle, you rule all of Katrepat and…"
"I know, right! Makes you think of the potential in us all!" And a silly grin spread on Wagner's face. Maybe it was the lighting, maybe his magic, but Eva could have sworn his hair flashed orange for a moment. That was all she could take, and, grabbing his opposite shoulder, she pulled him in and softly kissed his lips. Grovy tried to resist, pushing her away by the shoulders, but his hands went stiff. He could not resist that beautiful, freckled face. He was a man of great resolve, but a man nonetheless. And in seconds he was lost in her green eyes. His hands descended down her slender shoulders and down her back. Then, while he leaned in for a kiss, he slowly unzipped the dress and pulled it down to her waist. Still holding unto her soft, naked chest he leaned in and kissed one of her breasts. His lips gently pulled on her soft nipples while Eva cooed in approval, eyes closed in bliss.
His lips gradually descended, kissing the Cra's soft stomach, lower, towards the faint blonde patch of pubic hair, barely visible in the folds of the fabric. As she was leaning back, Grovy picked up her legs, then in one smooth motion pulled off the dress. He stared at the beautiful blonde girl in front of him. She was blushing ear to ear, combination of embarrassment and desire. Their eyes met and the guardian could not wait a second longer. His clothes flew off in a flash and he kissed the Cra again, his erect penis pressing firmly against her belly. A moment of surprise and maybe even protest lit in her eyes, but before she could object he knelt, firmly gripped her things and slipped his tongue past her soft lips. Eva let out a rising moat and gripped the couch with all her strength. The coarse tongue of the Iop stirred in her pussy, exploring every fold. It moved deeper, then faster, then slowly and gently again. He briefly pulled out and his lips found the small bump of her clit. With a free hand he pressed down on it, eliciting another sharp gasp. Then, two fingers went in, slowly and gently, feeling the way in. Evangelyne violently jerked her knees to her chest and a tiny stream of fluid poured down his fingers and down her butt, leaving a moist spot on the couch. Grovy wouldn't let her slow down. Before Eva could regain her breath he spread her lips and slowly but forcefully pushed inside her. A long, sharp cry emanated from her. Tears began to build in her eyes, but her trembling voice urged him on:
"k…Keep going. In the name of Cra, please"
Grovy slowly pulled out. Then gripping her ankles he pushed deeper, raising another soft cry. And again, deeper each time. He gradually worked his whole length in, feeling the soft brush of her golden pubes with each push. The Cra was unbelievably tight, each push making her insides warmer, wetter and more inviting. Pulling out was a fight, as every muscle in the girl's small frame fought against him. But the guardian was tougher. With each thrust he pushed even harder, stirring her insides and escalating her cries. Her mouth agape, moaning in rhythm. Her hair a frenzied mess, all across the couch. With each hard push her soft breasts bounced, then quickly settled in anticipation of another. Grovy knew he could go no further. His senses were utterly overcome. Every breath filled his lungs with her smell. Every push and he could feel her rapid heartbeat. With every last ounce of his stamina, he thrust with everything he had, gripping her fragile ankles. And with a final breath he pushed his deepest. He felt his muscles tighten and breathlessly his mouth found Eva's. Holding her as tightly as he could he could feel the warmth overcome him. The warmth flowed from inside him, to Eva. Finally, regaining breath he held her up, as a tiny trickle of cum came down her legs. Evangelyne gripped his back, refusing to let go…
Gently humming to herself, Eva was leaving the shower. She could hardly believe herself, doing such things with the lord of the castle on the night of a huge party. Should she stay? Tell the princess "I quit"? She wrapped the gown tighter, lost in thoughts. But, entering the room, she was surprised by Wagner. He sat in a chair alone, fully dressed. The purple ring was in his hands. His face was stern, or was it sad?
"After some… persuasion, Ombrage told me. You are still under a spell Eva. We made a huge mistake"
"But I feel fine. What do you mean?" said the concerned Cra.
"A different kind of magic, I'm afraid. Harmless, but most consequential. Soon it will wear off and your real feelings will resurface. You won't forgive yourself"
"But I love you"
Wagner winced. The words hurt, cutting him to the bone. But the guardian's honour came first. He grit his teeth and closed his eyes. His fingers found the ring. He pointed it right at terrified Evangelyne. His lips spoke an ancient incantation. And all of a sudden a silent, blinding flash of lilac light pierced the castle. When he looked up, Eva was motionless on the carpet
The castle was silent. Servants were gone, guests were sleeping. Only a shadow flashed in the mirrors. A shadow with a Cra in it's silent hands. Through the halls, on the polished silver suit of armor, into the wall mirror in the guest bedroom. Careful hands placed the Cra in bed and covered her with a blanket. A silent kiss met her forehead. And just as quietly, it was gone. Meanwhile, Evangelyne stirred. She was having a wonderful dream. Of castles. Of royalty. Of great adventurers. Of breathtaking love-making with a great and powerful guardian. Of Tristepin
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