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(Switching to present tense, sorry for the transition, just decided it would work better for this type of story. I'll change the older chapters over in the next day or so.)

With a deep sigh Jasmine decides not to pry into the activities of her employers, choosing instead to protect her job and get to know her fellow bodyguard.

"Where are you from?" She asks the large, blonde woman.

"South of here. A small village famous for it's warriors and hunters," she tells Jasmine, looking straight towards the road.

"And what made you set out?"

"To become a full fledged warrior in my tribe you need to travel the world and learn talents and earn glory outside the community. It's the only way to be acknowledged as a true warrior. I'll be the first woman in a few decades to succeed the rite when I return home," she says, turning to look at Jasmine and flash her a smile.

"Sounds noble," Jasmine says, looking into the woods and wondering how long it is to the city.

A few hours passed before Jasmine decided to try to converse with Alexis again. "What do your tattoos mean?"

"They're a ritual in my culture. They're tattooed scale by scale, you earn a green scale for each successful hunt, a blue scale for each victory in training, and a red scale for each healing. I hunted and sparred until the village elder was satisfied with my progress, then they add the heads. That's why the blue one curves around so much, they thought I needed more victories than most to be ready."

"So are dragons important to your village?"

"Just as a symbol of strength," she says.

Jasmine nods and pulls out some dried rations, munching on the flavorless meat sadly.

Idle conversation passes and the two women learn of each other's lives. Jasmine details her quest, and they discuss her love of sweets and Alexis's love of meats. Mostly the two just walk. Jasmine, not used to walking for days on end, let alone with barely enough food, grew tired quickly, and three days in her feet ached and her stomach growled.

The caravan settled into a campsite and the large woman atop the carriage announced they'd rest there by the springs for a full day to rest the horses. Jasmine, thrilled at that, lounged back in the grass and watched Alexis stomp off into the woods.

Hours later, Jasmine sat with her rations, horribly disappointed with her adventures and the flavorless meat. On that note, Alexis stepped out of the woods with a boar slung over your shoulder. "Want some meat?" She asked with a grin.

"Yes please!" Jasmine said, sitting up and licking her lips.

Alexis guts, cleans, and prepares the boar meat, sprinkling herbs on it to add flavor. The two sit down at a campfire that Jasmine set with a quick burst of fire magic. Alexis changes out of her armor, revealing a surprisingly attractive body, with wide hips, a weighty paunch and thick thighs. The two women dig into the fire grilled flanks of meat, the flavorful, succulent pork a welcome change from dried meat rations.

As she stuffs herself with several pounds of meat Jasmine finds herself unbuckling her belt, and lifting up her blouse to rub her belly. Thankful that her pink sleeves are separate from the skirt bottom, rather than a full dress, she lowers the high skirt and rubbed her belly, moaning at her painful fullness. Despite the pain she feels superbly satisfied with her heavy meal.

A few hours later the women recline backwards, cradling swollen guts. "I'm surprised a woman as small as you can eat so much!" Alexis laughs.

"I'm surprised a warrior would take off her armor other than sleeping," Jasmine questions, raising an eyebrow. "I was told most warriors like to be prepared at all times."

"Well, most warriors haven't grown enough of a beer gut that they're nearly bursting from their armor! I couldn't eat like a warrior wrapped in that tight, confining leather."

"Well, I'm just glad the woman under there is so easy on the eyes," Jasmine says, lightly.

"Did you expect any less?" Alexis asks her with a smile. "Anyways, I don't suppose you could eat those last three? My eyes were somehow even bigger than my stomach, and I put on too many."

"Oh, man. I can do one and a half in a bit, but I need to let this sit for a while. I'm more full than I've been in... Well, less than a week, I had a feast the nigh ti departed. But the point still stands."

Alexis smiles at her. "Well, I have an idea of what we can do to pass some time while we wait. Provided you can stand with that much food in ya'."

"I don't know, maybe we shouldn't leave the cart? What if they end up needing help?"

"They won't," Alexis mocks with a laugh. "C'mon, if something happens we'll hear them. I haven't failed them yet." At that, Alexis stands up with a mighty, groaning, heave. "Ohhhhh," she moans, holding her distended belly. "I feel stuffed as a granary after harvest! Come here, close your eyes, and take my hand," Alexis suggests, holding out her palm.

Jasmine feels the temptation to follow come over her. Not sure whether to make an advance on this girl or not, she knows it'll be more fun regardless. But the responsible part of herself tells her to stay put. "How often to bandits attack the camps at night?" Jasmine asks.

"I've only seen it once, and made it in time even though I was out hunting. The doors will hold for a while. C'mon, don't make me die of an exploded stomach AND boredom!"

Jasmine looks at the blue eyes of her tempter, and feels the warm fullness given to her by Alexis's hunt. But she also sees the cart, stable boy lying atop, patrons within, horses tied up. Well, I need to make a choice, I suppose.

(Remember, I'll get these up faster if I get more suggestions for her choices. And don't be afraid to add in extra things, like who she does what she does. The only thing you can't decide is how others respond )

Description
<< First


Mature Content

To know what to do here, check out the link or send me a note to clear up any questions you have Enjoy the story:

(Switching to present tense, sorry for the transition, just decided it would work better for this type of story. I'll change the older chapters over in the next day or so.)

With a deep sigh Jasmine decides not to pry into the activities of her employers, choosing instead to protect her job and get to know her fellow bodyguard.

"Where are you from?" She asks the large, blonde woman.

"South of here. A small village famous for it's warriors and hunters," she tells Jasmine, looking straight towards the road.

"And what made you set out?"

"To become a full fledged warrior in my tribe you need to travel the world and learn talents and earn glory outside the community. It's the only way to be acknowledged as a true warrior. I'll be the first woman in a few decades to succeed the rite when I return home," she says, turning to look at Jasmine and flash her a smile.

"Sounds noble," Jasmine says, looking into the woods and wondering how long it is to the city.

A few hours passed before Jasmine decided to try to converse with Alexis again. "What do your tattoos mean?"

"They're a ritual in my culture. They're tattooed scale by scale, you earn a green scale for each successful hunt, a blue scale for each victory in training, and a red scale for each healing. I hunted and sparred until the village elder was satisfied with my progress, then they add the heads. That's why the blue one curves around so much, they thought I needed more victories than most to be ready."

"So are dragons important to your village?"

"Just as a symbol of strength," she says.

Jasmine nods and pulls out some dried rations, munching on the flavorless meat sadly.

Idle conversation passes and the two women learn of each other's lives. Jasmine details her quest, and they discuss her love of sweets and Alexis's love of meats. Mostly the two just walk. Jasmine, not used to walking for days on end, let alone with barely enough food, grew tired quickly, and three days in her feet ached and her stomach growled.

The caravan settled into a campsite and the large woman atop the carriage announced they'd rest there by the springs for a full day to rest the horses. Jasmine, thrilled at that, lounged back in the grass and watched Alexis stomp off into the woods.

Hours later, Jasmine sat with her rations, horribly disappointed with her adventures and the flavorless meat. On that note, Alexis stepped out of the woods with a boar slung over your shoulder. "Want some meat?" She asked with a grin.

"Yes please!" Jasmine said, sitting up and licking her lips.

Alexis guts, cleans, and prepares the boar meat, sprinkling herbs on it to add flavor. The two sit down at a campfire that Jasmine set with a quick burst of fire magic. Alexis changes out of her armor, revealing a surprisingly attractive body, with wide hips, a weighty paunch and thick thighs. The two women dig into the fire grilled flanks of meat, the flavorful, succulent pork a welcome change from dried meat rations.

As she stuffs herself with several pounds of meat Jasmine finds herself unbuckling her belt, and lifting up her blouse to rub her belly. Thankful that her pink sleeves are separate from the skirt bottom, rather than a full dress, she lowers the high skirt and rubbed her belly, moaning at her painful fullness. Despite the pain she feels superbly satisfied with her heavy meal.

A few hours later the women recline backwards, cradling swollen guts. "I'm surprised a woman as small as you can eat so much!" Alexis laughs.

"I'm surprised a warrior would take off her armor other than sleeping," Jasmine questions, raising an eyebrow. "I was told most warriors like to be prepared at all times."

"Well, most warriors haven't grown enough of a beer gut that they're nearly bursting from their armor! I couldn't eat like a warrior wrapped in that tight, confining leather."

"Well, I'm just glad the woman under there is so easy on the eyes," Jasmine says, lightly.

"Did you expect any less?" Alexis asks her with a smile. "Anyways, I don't suppose you could eat those last three? My eyes were somehow even bigger than my stomach, and I put on too many."

"Oh, man. I can do one and a half in a bit, but I need to let this sit for a while. I'm more full than I've been in... Well, less than a week, I had a feast the nigh ti departed. But the point still stands."

Alexis smiles at her. "Well, I have an idea of what we can do to pass some time while we wait. Provided you can stand with that much food in ya'."

"I don't know, maybe we shouldn't leave the cart? What if they end up needing help?"

"They won't," Alexis mocks with a laugh. "C'mon, if something happens we'll hear them. I haven't failed them yet." At that, Alexis stands up with a mighty, groaning, heave. "Ohhhhh," she moans, holding her distended belly. "I feel stuffed as a granary after harvest! Come here, close your eyes, and take my hand," Alexis suggests, holding out her palm.

Jasmine feels the temptation to follow come over her. Not sure whether to make an advance on this girl or not, she knows it'll be more fun regardless. But the responsible part of herself tells her to stay put. "How often to bandits attack the camps at night?" Jasmine asks.

"I've only seen it once, and made it in time even though I was out hunting. The doors will hold for a while. C'mon, don't make me die of an exploded stomach AND boredom!"

Jasmine looks at the blue eyes of her tempter, and feels the warm fullness given to her by Alexis's hunt. But she also sees the cart, stable boy lying atop, patrons within, horses tied up. Well, I need to make a choice, I suppose.

(Remember, I'll get these up faster if I get more suggestions for her choices. And don't be afraid to add in extra things, like who she does what she does. The only thing you can't decide is how others respond )