Preface
I struggled with finding myself and coming to terms with my sexuality as a teenager. As a result, I spent a lot of time escaping into fantasy role playing games like Dungeons and Dragons. One of my favorite adventures of all time was Ravenloft. This story is based on the adventure module with a lot of extra bits thrown in. I want to thank the creators of Ravenloft and all types of games where you can escape, explore in a fantasy world without being judged and have a good time.
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Chapter 1 – Journey to Barovia
I reached out and moved the dark brown hair away from her neck and kissed it softly, working my down to her pale white shoulder. I kissed across her chest and looked up into her green eyes and grinned before turning my attention back to her beautiful breasts. Her breasts were full, with rosy pink areola s and tight firm nipples. I let my beard and mustache tickle her nipples before fastening my lips about the tip and sucking gently. I nipped it gently with my teeth while my hand caressed her other breast.
She moaned out and arched her back gently shoving her breasts against my mouth as her body responded to my touch. I left the first nipple and moved to the second making sure to pay them both attention before kissing my way down her stomach. Her stomach was soft and silky with a layer of fine hairs about the belly button but my goal was lower.
I continued to work my way down and parted her legs to see her vaginal opening and the small rosebud clit within. I licked gently at her opening with a long, slow lick before pressing my nose against her pubis and eating greedily at her opening. Using my tongue to press deep into her, stimulate her click and sucking her necter into my mouth. I could feel her wetness soaking my beard and mustache. I slowly added a finger and gently inserted inside her about an inch or two and pressed upward gently.
I had found from years of visiting the Temple of Silken Veils some women had a spot there that when stimulated gave them a bigger orgasm than just stimulating the clit itself. I envied the men who had a penis with a slight upward curve that magically seeming to hit that spot from any position. My own thick battering ram was straight, and the length and weight of it when erect caused it to just straight out from my body and hang down a little. I knew from experience that my own cock was a bit larger than average both in length and girth and while the fullness of it was appreciated, it took a bit of learning before I mastered how to use it effectively.
The woman was beginning to pant and mew slightly as I played with her body. I continued to lick and suck on her opening, adding a second finger slowly. I didn't move rashly as a sudden change could keep her from reaching her orgasm and I wanted her to enjoy her experience in my bed. When she reached her orgasm, I continued for a moment more to let her savor the experience.
I moved between her legs and stroked my cock making sure it was full and erect before placing it at her entrance and then shoved inside. The velvety warmth engulfed me and I paused with my balls resting firmly against her ass. Her eyes opened and she looked at me as she took my entire length inside her body and attempted to wiggle away but I held her hips. I held still enjoying being inside this lovely woman letting her adjust to my girth and the feeling of fullness I knew she had to be filling. When she stopped squirming on the bed, I started to move. Slowly sliding out until the just the head of my thick cock remained inside her and then shoving back in again. I watched her taking me inch by inch inside her. The thick vein on the top of my cock slowly snaking its way inside her. When she wrapped her legs about my waist, I knew she was ready and moved over her supporting my weight with my arms.
My hips began to piston in and out, her own juices coating my cock allowing me to slide quickly and easily in and out. She leaned up to kiss my lips but I moved away and grinned at her and winked. I wasn't in love with this woman and kissing was more intimate than a good fuck. Her nails raked my back and I paused to move her hands to my buttocks. I felt her nails dig in and knew that she would draw blood, but I didn't stop.
When her body began to convulse under me, I gave way to my own need and began to pound deep and hard into her. My cock swelled and I could feel my balls churning. I groaned as the seed began to build and then I shoved in firmly and deeply before spilling my load inside her. I fucked through my orgasm and even though the head of my cock was extremely sensitive, I churned the seed into a froth and quickly followed with a shorter second orgasm. This time, I held myself deep inside her and waited for my cock to begin to soften before pulling out.
I swung to the side of the bed and let my feet rest on the floor. My body was covered with sweat and I could taste her juices in my facial hair and her scent filled my nose. Her hand came up to rub my shoulder softly.
"You'll help me then? You'll help me find my husband?"
I looked at her. Her hair was touseled and her eyes had that sultry "just fucked and I enjoyed it" look. She was beautiful. I nodded. "I'll help you find him. You said he was last seen entering Barovia three months ago armed with silversheen and wolfsbane. Anything else, you can tell me?"
She shook her head. "No, he came home three months ago. He said he was hunting a werewolves at the outer edges of the Svalich woods. He came home to stock up on supplies. I kissed him goodbye and haven't seen or heard from him since."
"It's not much, but at least I have a starting place. Barovia and the Svalich Woods. That's deep in the mountains near here—a days ride or so."
She nodded in agreement.
I got up and moved across the room to the wash basin. I poured some water from the pitcher into it and grabbed a soft rag. I cleaned myself carefully, washing my face, beard and stache before washing my cock. I pulled the foreskin back and cleaned around the head before letting the skin slide forward to cover the head again. This was another ritual I had learned at the House of Silken Veils. Clean afterwards, always.
After cleaning myself, I began to gather my gear. I ran my hand across my hairy chest and picked up my holy symbol of Calistria, Goddess of Lust, Trickery and Revenge. I pulled it over my head and let the amulet dangle between my pecs. It's weight was familiar and comfortable. I quickly followed with my pants, shirt and boots. I swung my cloak up and around my shoulders. It was hooded and when the hood was drawn it allowed me to blend into my environment surroundings. The boots and cloak were made by elves. I picked up Wasp's Caress, a whip braided of yellow and black leather that was blessed by the priests of Calistria before I left the House of Silken Veils. I ran my hand through my black hair and let my blue eyes survey the surroundings making sure I didn't leave anything behind. With my belongings gathered, I nodded to the woman and left quietly through the door to find her husband.
I rode at a leisure pace. My riding horse was used to traveling along the country roads and I kept alert for any ambushes or animals that might attempt to try their luck with a lone traveler. As the day was slowly coming to an end, I spied a roadside inn. It was a hostel called the Weary Horse Inn. As I looked at my horse, I thought it fitting. I gave a silver coin to the stable lad to make sure my horse was taken care of and went inside.
The common room was sparsely populated but the fire was warm and the smell of bread coming from the kitchen made my mouth water. I took a seat at the table and when the bar wench came around ordered a pint of ale, and food. The ale was cold and tasted of hops and honey. The food when it came out was a stewed venison with potatoes and carrots. The bread was thick and chewy and sopped up all the juices of the stew. I ate hungrily.
I asked the innkeeper behind the bar about lodgings for the night. Another silver piece and I had myself a room upstairs with a decent bed. I opened the window to let the room air. Looking out a dense fog had crept across the land making it both damp and gloomy. A saw a young man approaching with a determined pace. I left the window open and went back downstairs to observe this new arrival.
The common room had grown uncomfortably quiet as he entered. I could hear him stomping loudly, clearing the mud from his boots before I saw him. He looked like gypsy. The locals here called them Vistani. He looked about the room and then confidently strode towards me and handed me a letter.
"The village of Barovia is in need of heroes. You'll do as well as any." He turned to leave.
"Barovia!" I exclaimed. "I'm heading there now, I think. I'm looking for a hunter that has disappeared." I gave him a general description of the man I was looking for.
"Haven't seen or heard of him. But you're close to Barovia now. It lies to the west of here, another fulls day ride. You would do well to leave at first light." He leaned in close to whisper, "They say the Svalich Woods are not safe at night."
I gave him a silver piece for delivering the letter, and let the courier go.
The letter was written on a fine parchment in a thick black ink. Strong strokes and determined lines read:
"Hail to thee of might and valor:
"I, a lowly servant of the township of Barovia, send honor to thee. We plead for thy so desperately needed assistance withing our community.
"Our village is nestled in the Svalich Woods, an ancient forest that has long lay quiet with the weight of ages on its shoulders. But recent nights have brought the howls of wolves to our ears, and the night of the last full moon brought far worse out of the forest. Enourmous wolves attacked with unnatural savegery, killing many of us and leaving many more wounded.
"The love of my life, Ireena Kalyana, was one of those wounded, and I fear for her. Her injury refuses our healing remedies, and she languishes abed.
"There is much wealth in this community. I offer all that might be had to thee if thou shalt but answer my desperate plea.
"Come quickly, for I dread the rising of the next full moon! All that I have shall be thine!
Kolyan Indirovich, Burgomaster of Barovia."
I read the letter again for a second time. This would explain why the missing hunter wanted wolfsbane and shilversheen. It sounds like the woods are plagued by werewolves. I said a small prayer to my Goddess and went back upstairs. The morrow promised to be full of adventure and I thought I'd need my rest. The remainder of the night was really uneventful. The inn could use a bard or a means of entertainment to help pass the time. I finally fell asleep and rested.
The morning dawn helped the fog disappaite. The stable boy brought my horse around, and I couldn't help but notice that he had a nice tight bubble butt. I must have been more tired and hungry than I thought last night, cause in the lack of proper entertainment, the lad would have a been a funs night enjoyment. I tousled his hair and gave him another silver piece for taking good care of my horse.
I checked the saddle to make sure the girth was tight and then swung up onto the mare. With gentle pressure from my legs, my horse stepped lively and I turned her head west towards Barovia. I followed the road and soon giant trees began to encroach the road and I entered the Svalich Woods. The road itself began to turn to mud. It must have rained here recently.
Black pools of water stood like dark mirrors about the muddy roadway. The leaves were so thick that the sun had not been able to burn away the fog in the forest. A pall of thick, cold mist spread over the ground. The giant tree trunks stood guard on both sides of the road, their branches clawing at the mists. As I continued onward, the fog grew more dense and thicker. The forest seemed more oppressive.
Without the sun overhead and in the forests eternal twilight, I had no idea of how long I had traveled when huge stone pillars loomed up from the impenetrable woods on both sides of the road. Gray in the fog, a huge iron gate hung from the stonework. The gate was old and rusted. Standing as silent guardians in front of the pillars were huge stone statues with wicked looking polearms. Their carved heads lay among the weeds at their feet cleanly sheered from their shoulders.
As I neared, the gates with an ominous creek slowly began to swing open in welcome. Probably the remains of an old enchantment. As I passed through the gates, a shiver ran down my spine as if something was watching me. I scanned to see if I could spot anything, but the fog limited my vision. I had barely passed through the gate when with a massive clang, it slammed shut. The sudden noise startled my horse.
I attempted to calm it, but with the mists, the oppressive atmosphere, and then the sudden noise, the horse reared and tossed me. I landed in the mud and watched as the horse took off. I got up and made to follow when I heard the sounds of the horse screaming in pain. I quickly moved forward in the mist and shortly found the horse with deep thick claw marks in it's neck and bite marks on it's haunch. It lay in a heap in the road, dead from whatever beast had attacked it.
The horse had not been eaten, so the beast had to be nearby. I readied my whip and continued onward towards the town. I could hear the beast pacing me in the woods. It would stop when I stopped and move when I moved, but I couldn't ever see it through the mists and thickets. I felt for all intents and purposes as if I was being herded towards the town.