Game On

Chapter Twenty-Six: Grim Hollow Manor

Sean squeezed Mark's hand, keeping an eye out for anyone else. He could faintly see groups of people searching in the distance but tried to stay calm. Approaching the stone steps, Mark approached the N.P.C. first. The priest was dressed in a long black robe with the same skull goat mask that Mark wore. Extending out a hand to Mark, the priest slipped him something and excitedly stated aloud. "You came. The patron will be pleased. Take this and give it to the man at the patron's gate. It will serve as your invitation. Have fun." The N.P.C. then gestured them to follow him into an alley beside the church. Sean kept a brisk pace behind the priest in the hopes of not looking suspicious to anyone. Upon seeing what was waiting for them though, Sean gawked out to Mark. "Holy shite..." Mark let out a little chuckle, shrugging out in return. "Well, so far I like it." Standing before them were skeleton horses that were at least seven foot tall from ear to hoof. The horses were clad in shiny silver armor with white cloth draped over them that bore a golden sigil with the letters of G.H. in a shield.

The luxurious carriage attached to the six horses was done in a gothic white design and adorned in gold. They only marveled at it for so long, when they heard people coming. Taking the initiative, Mark tugged Sean to the door of the carriage and opened it enough to shove him in. After hoping inside himself, Mark slammed the door and jumped in surprise as the door locked itself and shut the silky golden curtains. From the from narrow window that viewed out to the feet of the driver, the driver announced clearly. "Settle yourselves in. Your journey begins." With the sharp crack of a whip the carriage jerked forward to the sound of clacking hooves on the cobblestone. While the interior of the carriage lit up with small glass covered candles set in the corners. Adjusting himself more comfortably on the cushy white seat, Sean stroked the padded walls of the carriage with fascination. Feeling a little giddy, Sean grinned out. "I've never been in a carriage before. This one is so cozy."

Mark peered through the sheer golden curtain to look out the windows but didn't answer. It was obvious how tense he was as the carriage paraded through the town and passed groups of people. Sighing, Sean reached out to touch Mark's leg as he calmly said. "Mark? Please, relax. We should be fine now." Mark didn't look at him, but placed a hand down on Sean's, replying distantly. "I will relax when we are out of the town." Rolling his eyes, Sean leaned back on the comfy seat. Lifting a leg shortly after to brace on the seat across from him, Sean hiked the side of his dress away from his long leg to fix his knee high stocking. It was riding a bit low on him now and cutting his circulation a bit. Shaking his head, Sean muttered to himself. "Unreal... The game literally wants me to know how uncomfortable these are. The garter isn't helping at all. Piece of crap!" Mark's attention slowly drifted from the window to look, before coolly telling him. "Looks loose."

Stopping in mid fuss, Sean retorted blankly. "Huh? Did you say something?" Shifting to face him better, Mark reached out to touch his leg. With one hand he held his leg still and with the other, his fingers skimmed the garter from hip to knee. Biting his lip, Sean watched him fumble with it before telling him as he fixed it. "It's loose. You didn't tighten it. Look. Press your finger to the buckle and slide it down the strip like this to tighten it. Better?" Sean inhaled as the strap tightened up, then asked softly. "How do you know that?" With a smirk, Mark shot back innocently. "Straps work the same on my shoulder armor." Sean nodded absently, while moving his foot to rub it against Mark's leg teasingly. Mark responded to it by stroking Sean's leg from ankle to knee, feeling the soft fabric of the stockings. Glancing back to the window, Mark asked him curiously. "What do you think this murder party will be like? Someone out to kill a royal?"

Arching his back a little, Sean tried to contain his moan as he answered breathlessly. "Probably. Side quests are pretty straightforward most of the time. Probably want money. Or are an inheritor of something." Mark's eyes quickly locked with his, asking in a low purr of a voice. "You ok?" Nodding, Sean sighed out quietly. "Ya. Your hand just feels good. This whole thing has made me tense and... your touch is heaven right now." Mark stroked Sean's leg more sensually now, shifting to the edge of his seat as he asked playfully. "Ya? Then how will it feel... now?" Mark's hand moved up Sean's inner thigh and under the dress, causing Sean to gasp when he felt his hand touch the warm skin between his legs. Raising an eyebrow, Mark teased out in a buttery tone. "You're not wearing underwear. Why?" Clawing at the seat, Sean struggled to answer clearly. "Because... It wouldn't let me." A short gasp let Sean, forcing him to spread his legs a little wider.