Erotic Sensation (18+)

A Night Out

(Chapter 5)

𝐼 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘, thinks Christina, kicking off her shoes and sinking into a sitting position on the edge of her seat. When a man like Valoris urges her to spend the night at this place and assures her that she's welcome to the town hall-he would be happy to let her sleep on him like a giant teddy bear-she knows she picks the best man.

  𝐸𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦, she tells herself as she pulls her dress and pelts over her head, shoves it in a wooden cabinet made of Burch and wraps herself in a thick white towel that cloaks her chest to her knees.

  She knows she isn't that tired, Y/N simply wants the best for her. She's enjoying the game that had begun so many hours earlier by the Blood Claws. The challenge had thrown down, and she wouldn't resist it. She is going to seriously enjoy being the only woman in Hinterclaws history to have been in their fight and live to tell the tale.

It's very lucid to her.

  A few moments later after waiting, what looked like two whole roasted sheep were set on the table in front of her. She was of course dumbfounded on how to finish the entire meal, it took her nearly half an hour driven by guts and somebody told her that someone will stole it from her if she didn't finish it.

  There are more than ten town halls in Civita, all are built in their own respective cities, Mantara has one of them. It houses for the fifty Hinterclaws as well as future recruits tables of foods served in their honour. Fafnorn himself is there to celebrate this night with his brothers. The citizens themselves partook in this event, Hinterclaws haven't eaten for nearly a month and dragged all of their harvested crops and meats to feed them.

From the other side of the table came a noise like a chainsword going through a side of beef. Christina was astonished to notice how much of the meat on one of Svern’s sheep was already gone. Two loaves and a slathering of butter had gone with it.

  She tore off a haunch of her own and bit into it. It tasted good. The juices flowed over her tongue and down her throat. She washed them down with more ale, some whisky and then some bread. It took a lot of ale to get through a Hinterclaw’s ability to metabolise poison, and Svern was obviously helping it along with a beaker of whisky.

  She looked up and was surprised to see that Fafnorn was using a knife and fork in the more civilized manner, and was carefully cutting his food into small bite sized portions before chewing on it. A translucent goblet the size of bucket contained wine. It was his only concession to the Fenrisian style of feasting. And keeps himself from making her thinking of he was a girl.

  He smiled at Christina. " Valhallan Dreamwine. It contains some powerful hallucinogenic mushrooms. They have quite a kick. I like to test myself on such things. "

  She lets out a yelp like a thunderclap. " Quiet, eh? Right. I blame the assault of all the things that affected this kingdom to not let me have a great wine. "

  " Watch your body, sister, " said Fafnorn. " Svern almost grabbed it by mistake. Several men can't keep their hands off a weapon even for a night. "

  " I will, brother. " Said her, taking another bite. " I am no Librarian but I'm certain that this night will be much peaceful than what you expect. We're no Grimms. "

  " Sometimes it's difficult to tell. " He replied, watching his brother shredding a roasted lamb with his fangs. " Do you know what our culture resolves around? I see some black tint on your face. "

  " The only blackish tint here comes from the gems on your armour. It darkens itself due to the manly prowess. In contrast of your softness. "

It was going out greatly for them until some of them thought it was a good idea to have a brawl.