Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 169943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 850(@200wpm)___ 680(@250wpm)___ 566(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 850(@200wpm)___ 680(@250wpm)___ 566(@300wpm)
I know I’m not the only Taurian who feels that way. Raptor, myself, and a big older bull named Osprey went down to retrieve the team, because a sacred five isn’t needed for a rescue party, it seems. We were all three in a foul mood when we left, and are in an even worse one now as we head through the cobbled streets on the way home, our guild pay for the retrieval mission jingling in our pockets.
The three of us pause at an intersection, the general guild housing the next street over. Across from us is a popular pub frequented by the guild members, and it’s packed to the gills with human men laughing and drinking and having a great time.
“Idiots,” Raptor mutters, shifting on his feet, his hand on the strap of his pack. “Ten crowns says that our ‘team’ is going to head straight for the bar once the healers are done with them. They won’t learn a thing.”
“Do they ever?” Osprey harrumphs. “Whoever’s in charge of the guild criteria for testing is clearly on the take. In my day, these fools wouldn’t ever leave the training grounds, much less head into danger. Mushrooms, of all things.” He shakes his shaggy head. “Insanity.”
“At least we get paid,” I say, like I always do. Normally it appeases me, knowing that the extra funding is going to a good cause, another step toward repaying my debt to the guild. Today, though, it just makes me bitter, because I know in another few weeks, I’m going to be back in the same tunnels, retrieving the same idiots…and the guild thinks a few coins tossed our way makes everything better and excuses poor behavior.
But no one ever asks Taurians what they think of things.
Before I let that path of thinking sour me, I adjust my pack against my shoulder. “I should get home. New wife and all that.”
Strangely, just thinking about Aspeth waiting for me is pleasing to think about. She’ll be in bed, no doubt snoring that little feminine snore of hers, her mouth slightly open. She’ll fuss at me over training, because she likes to fuss and protest. I’ll bathe…and maybe she’ll give my cock that intense stare again, squinting at it as if she’s never seen anything like it before and flattering my ego.
“So you decided to stay after all?” Raptor asks me, pausing. When I nod, he claps me on the shoulder. “Can’t decide if you’re an idiot or brilliant for taking a wife to handle the Conquest Moon, but I’m leaning toward idiot.”
“Definite idiot,” Osprey agrees.
“Thanks.”
Raptor glances up at the sky. “Moon’s gonna be ripe in another three weeks. Gonna be some kind of hell on the lead-up. Maybe a wife is smart after all.”
“I’m heading back to my village,” Osprey says. “Lots of eager widows looking for a few nights of fun and not much else. If you change your mind, you can come with,” he tells me. “I leave in three days.”
I nod, though I know I won’t take him up on the offer. “Appreciate it.”
“I leave tomorrow,” Raptor says. “Take some time off. My Five fell apart, so it’s a good break for me before returning to work once Lord Dipshit finds more for the team. I’ll be back in time for the fledgling tests later this year, since we all know what a fuck-storm that will be.”
I’m trying not to think about it, but he’s not wrong. To pass the guild test, every person must take part in both a team exercise and an individual one. For the team exercise, every Five has to make a quick trip to the tunnels to retrieve an artifact placed there by guild masters, or to find a brand-new one. Those who pass both their tests return and celebrate their inclusion in the guild. Those who fail are fished out quickly (if they’re alive) or slowly (if they’re not), and it falls to the guild’s Taurians to clean things up. Individual tests are usually tailored to the student’s particular weaknesses, which is why I have to push Aspeth so hard. She can’t stay soft and naive, not if she expects to become a guild artificer.
We’re months away from anything like that, however.
“I’ll see you when you return,” I tell my friends.
We part and I make the brief trek back to Magpie’s dorm, my thoughts full of Aspeth. Is it weird that I just want to sniff her? To breathe in her scent and let it wash over me? I’m sure it’s the Conquest Moon making me obsess over a woman’s scent, but I imagine what she smells like when she’s aroused, and the thought of it makes my cock stiffen.
Definitely the Conquest Moon. I surreptitiously adjust my cock so walking home isn’t quite so difficult.
The moment I step inside the dorm, though, all is chaos. There’s shouting in the kitchen, and equipment is strewn all over the entryway to the house. I step over it, heading toward the source of the noise. The kitchen is even messier than outside. Magpie is by the stove, trying to pull a too-tight guild blouse over her chemise. Lark is stabbing a wheel of cheese into small chunks with her sword, Mereden is crying and packing the cheese chunks into small pouches, and the slitherskin is trying to pull a too-large jar off a shelf, three other broken ones near his feet. Gwenna is shouting at Magpie, who looks as if her head is about to split open.