Sanna meets The Twins

The Dragon’s Head Tavern and Inn, Vorland, 1435 ATC

It was a depressing day in the tavern. The skies were a stark white in the winter cold, and the wind howled outside in the afternoon outdoors. The tavern was pretty empty, except for the man and two children seated at a table in the corner, several trays of pizza on the table and all of them were shoveling as much as they could while a timer counted down at the end of the table.

Sanna had woken to a comfortable, but empty bed. She figured she had slept far too late and sat up with a start, blushing darkly as she slid on a well-covering dress with a fur overcoat. The weather more than permitted it, given how dreary it looked outside, and she was thankful she was not with the caravan anymore. Bare feet padded against the floor as she walked from his room, still brushing her hair slowly, to the main tavern area - and was greeted with the sight of two children, an empty tavern and a strange food being devoured in hastened pace. A smile graced her otherwise curious expression though she didn't interrupt, merely setting the brush aside before approaching the table with a soft amused chuckle.

‘'Sanna!'' Venser said with a mouthful of pizza waving to her. ''Mhm.'' He gestured to the many plates of pizza. The children glanced at her for a second and waved too. ''You're pretty!'' The girl with shoulder length black hair exclaimed at the sight of her, some pizza falling out of her mouth. ''Eww!'' The boy with messy silver blonde hair exclaimed. ''Yucky.'' Both twins were barely three years old, and both wore matching bright red sweaters. Their father motioned for Sanna to sit down.

Giggling she kissed Venser's head, smiling fondly to him as she sat down and ran her fingers gently through the little girl's hair. "Aww, you're so sweet little one! You're a beautiful young lady yourself," she said warmly as she took a slice, biting into it...and she gasped with an "mmm". "This is amazing! We didn't have this in the caravan!" She said in awe, chuckling a bit at the response of the two boys. "Aww, you two are so handsome as well - just like your father, yes?" She smiled brightly.

''Yeah!'' The boy said happily nodding his head, stuffing another slice of pizza in his mouth, moving back and forth a bit, his stomach made funny noises. The girl smiled and set a tiny hand on top of hers, then took Sanna's dark hair in her hands and said. ''Braid?'' Venser held his stomach and pointed to them, ''That's Soarin and Lucinda. My lovely children.'' Soarin pipped, ''Lady are you one of daddy's girls?'' He asked.

She ruffled the boy's hair a little playful if she ng sweetly to the little girl as she asked if she could braid her hair. "Of course! Would you like me to braid yours as well?" She asked her, eyes raising to Venser as he introduced his children. The smile never left her face, through her eyes came alight - what beautiful names. To Soarin's question she gave a nod, taking another bite of pizza. "Yes, I am - your father is very kind to me."

Somewhere out in the forest… This is was HORRIBLE. She was cold, was bleeding profusely from her side with possible broken ribs and for sure right wrist was broken. The only companion she had was her horse, Ellie. They both were wasting away slowly, not eating anything for awhile. But Ellie wasn't as starving as the woman was. Her usual, thin, but lean figure was thinner. Her bandaged chest that had blood bleeding profusely from it, was the only top she had other then her cloak. Her ribs were clearly visible. Even though she was hunched over, there was barely any fat rolls on her stomach. Ellie whined slightly, the woman patted her neck, "it'll be okay girl, we'll be there soon, I promise." She said soothingly. An almost right away, her thoughts had been answered. A brightly lit tavern stood in all of it glory. The woman urged her horse forward. And Ellie, sensing the excitement, obliged. Soon they were up ahead of the porch. Dismounting quickly, but painfully, she walked up the stair as Ellie looked around the ground, scavenging for any plants or grass. The woman, holding her side, pulling the cloak tighter around herself, she pushed the door open, the warmth bombarding her, making the heat sting slightly, but it was pleasant to the woman. She let out a breath she didn't she was holding in, and fell to the floor, sitting upright, happiness flooding her body.

''Okay lady!'' Lucinda pipped letting out a burp, moving closer to Sanna. Her brother laughed and then placed his hand underneath his chin so that his fingers were dangling and spread out. ''Like my beard of testicles? I'm an octopus! Ha ha ha!'' Venser raised a glass to his lips then set it down to look to his son, while Lucinda began to braid Sanna's hair. ''Son,'' He spoke slowly, ''Tentacles. Not testacles.'' He said with a laugh, looking up to the general direction where the door was. ''Welcome to the Dragon's Head Tavern and Inn!''

Sanna had been midbite with pizza when his misphrasing caused her eyes to widen and her to quickly cover her mouth to hide the laugh that sprung forth, nodding in agreement as his father corrected him. She tilted her head back some for Lucinda as she'd begun to braid her long hair, though it was more than long enough for the girl - it rested at her hips, after all. Her eyes shifted over to the downstairs area where the door had been opened, followed by a prompt /thud/. She perked an eyebrow with another chuckle. "Welcome," she called out to the woman below, though seeing her was a task at the moment with her head tilted.

Lucinda stood up on her chair and began to work on a ponytail like braid on Sanna, smiling while she did. ''Me and Soawin are gonna do the pizza eating contest ad Chipmunk Chawlie's.'' She said in her tiny voice as Soarin looked up to his father his summer grass green eyes. ''Test- Tentacles.'' His father shook his head. ''Good.'' He scooted closer to Sanna and kissed her sweetly on the cheek, looking over the railing again. Either the person was lingering at the door or they were injured. Always an injured patron some time during the week. Or day.

Ellie could barely hear the words that were directed at her, the happiness flooding through her was overwhelming, but soon the pain in her side and wrist was also becoming unbearable. Attempting to not pay any attention to the pain, she struggled to stand, and she looked to the railing, seeing someone looking down at her. "Uh, hiya, sorry about barging in, mate, but, in a bit of a shambles, if ya' know what I mean." she said, showing her bandaged and bleeding side and then her right arm that was in a makeshift cast made from string and cloth and a stick or two.

"Oh? What is this place you called...Chipmunk Chawlie's?" She tilted her head a bit toward Venser, as if to ask if she was saying it right. Her accent had been thick around the words. She bit back another chuckle as Soarin struggled with the word 'tentacles', nearly making the same mistake twice, and turned her head just slightly to kiss his cheek as well when he kissed her. She heard the woman's words and frowned in some concern, though not moving from the child who braided her hair.

Both children started to sing, almost in sync. ''We are the monks of Chipmunk Charlie's we will give you food to eat! And once it's in our tummies we will move our chipmunk feet!'' They giggled afterwards and looked to Sanna, giving her and their father and odd look when he kissed Sanna passionately, biting her lower lip and suckling on it for a few seconds. ''Oh!'' He broke the kiss suddenly and looked to the woman who suddenly spoke. He disappeared in a puff of thick red smoke and reappeared behind her. ''Are you alright miss? Hold on I'll go get some healing paste and elixir!'' He then disappeared in a puff of thick red smoke again.

The tanned woman chuckled a bit as they sang but was caught off guard when Ven's lips stole a kiss, making her purr a little as she returned it and shivered as he bit and suckled her lower lip. She watched as he poofed away to tend to the woman injured, smiling to the two children. It was then she realized they'd seen the kiss and she turned all sorts of scarlet. "How does he do that thing, with the smoke?" She asked them, giggling a bit, trying to bring up another subject.

The girl smiled slightly as he poofed away in a thick smoke of red. Fanning the smoke away from her, coughing slightly, she looked up at the railing, hearing other people up there but decided to stay down here for the better good. Being pale, and extremely thin and with blood all over her clothes she didn't want to scare anyone. Even though she was the sweetest person you can think of Unless if you get on her bad side. Shouldering off her cloak, she set it on a chair, nothing but the dirty, bloodied bandage that covered from the top of her chest to the bottom of her ribs, and a shoulder vest to keep the bandage secure. She cracked the finger in her left, examining her swollen fingers and hand. The pain pulsing throughout her whole arm.

''Magic!'' The both said at the same time. ''Lewcinda was born with magic and I wasn't.'' Soarin said with a jealous pout, while braiding Sanna's hair his sister stuck her tongue at him. ''Fuckass!'' Soarin yelled throwing a slice of pizza at Lucinda. She squealed and tried to block it but it hit her in the chest. She grabbed it and threw it back, pretty soon the twins were having a small food fight. ''Alright,'' Venser said returning with a wet cloth and healing paste. He applied it to the wounds on her arm, and washed off the blood.

The tanned woman smiled slightly as they both spoke at the same time, then tilted her head a bit as she heard the bit about Lucinda being born with magic - yet Soarin was not. She caught sight of the peeping tongue from the little girl and was about to chide her gently until she heard the rather foul word that left her brother's lips, causing her to gasp some as the food fight began. She rested her hands on top of each of one of theirs with a sharp-tongued "Enough!" in a foriegn language, though it was gentle enough not to be seen as too rough and her tone was scolding, her volume unchanged. She hadn't yelled, didn't need to. "Now that wasn't nice, either of you. Sweet girls don't stick their tongues out at their brothers, Lucinda, and Soarin...where did you learn such a foul word? Your father wouldn't approve of you calling a woman that, now would he?" Her eyes were kind throughout, and her tone eased slightly. "Now let's both hug and get along, aye? No reason for fighting, tis only the fates...one born with magic and one not. Soarin, you will grow to have many gifts as your sister does, though they will be your own alone. I have magic too, but my gift lies elsewhere. Do you understand?

‘’Alright." Shesaid back as the an strted to clean her up. Hearing the commotion upstairs, she couldnt help but giggle slightly. When did they learn a curse word like that? Cracing her neck sligthly he let out a groan as a sharp crack reverberated from her neck. "Sorry about barging in like this, I've been wondering when i would find salvation again." she said, chukling a bit at the end. 'Do you got a place for my horse? We're both underfed, but my first cncern is her." the woman said, her mind now turning to Ellie. The beautiful black horse with with socks and brown tipped eas and a large white diamond on her forehead.

Soarin shook his head in negation, his hair so blonde it looked white bounced around. ''Daddy said fuckass was my first word.'' He said in his tiny voice. ''Daddy said mine was goat.'' Lucinda said finishing the braid. ''Done!'' The final part was a thing braid around the front of her head akin to a headband. She then hugged Sanna, Soarin stood up in his seat and hugged Sanna tightly too. ''Totally fine miss. We have lots of injured people barge in like this all the time.'' He said offering her a silver vial full of dark red liquid. ''Drink this. And yes, we have stables on the side of the tavern. Hmm... What happened to you? Might need my...'' He trailed off for a second. ''Um... My- The- My sexy lovely friend who I am sleeping with take a look at you.'' He then facepalmed. ''Fucking void.''
Sanna couldn't keep the stern tone then; she laughed as she heard what their first words were. "Ahh, goodness...how funny! Mine was...hmm...I believe it was bell, like the bell on a dancer's skirts," she chuckled to herself as Lucinda finished braiding. She brushed her fingertips over it lightly and her heart warmed, returning the hug to both of them with strong, yet gentle arms. "You two are so sweet...your father does so well to raise you," she murmured as she rubbed their backs, then blushed scarlet as she heard Venser mention her in a rather unique way. She chuckled and stood slowly, taking both of their hands and pressing a gentle kiss to them. "I will be back in a moment, I have to help the woman downstairs," she said before letting go and taking small steps down the stairs to greet them both. "How bad is she?" She asked Venser, the gaze falling to the woman with a visible wince. "What in the world...stay still! Venser, love, I need a sturdy plank and cloth long enough to make a splint with.."

Ellie nodded, hearing the odd explanation of seemingly his lover. Taking the vial she downed it without an ounce of trouble. When she started to move towards the door, she heard another voice, a woman's. She could hear her wince from hear, her elf ears poked slightly out of her, which was a mess. She understood why anyone would wince. She looked horrible. She had blood all over her, her side was bleeding, and the only top she had on was bandages that was dirtied beyond recognition. Of course she didn't do his. She woke up one day to see that someone had bandaged her up, leaving her in the forest alone with nothing but a very small bag of food and gold. the woman didn't remember anything about it, before, after, or during the time. she turned around to face the woman, silver eyes inspecting everything she could see. She felt almost subconscious. To look like this compared to anyone. A thin, ugly mess, or so she thought. her pale face, and silver eyes were paired perfectly with high cheekbones and full lips. But she thought the opposite. "Oh, hello." she said, waving her left hand to the woman awkwardly.

''Bad!'' He snapped his fingers. ''Yes! Lover. She's my lover. I'll go get it!'' He disappeared quickly in a puff of thick red smoke while the children hugged Sanna back and smiled, then decided to play tag in the top part of the tavern. He returned a minute later with a pair of scissors, some plain white cloth, and a plank. ''Here, take this.'' He said handing off to the golden skinned beauty before him.

Sanna chuckled as he poofed away again, returning momentarily with the supplies needed for a splint. She kissed the hand that offered the supplies and smiled to him with a nod as she got to work on splinting the woman's hand, seeing as how it was the worst - though she was taking that at face value. She then scooped her up with the lightest bit of struggle, holding her in her arms while scanning over her other bandages. "They're going to need to be replaced," she said, nodding to the bandages, then looked to Venser. "I'll need to lay her down comfortably so I can further work on the wounds beneath the bandage, as there's a high likelihood of them being infected...is it safe to use the rooms and baths?" She asked.
''Yes yes, we have a room just for the injured.'' Venser said pointing up the stairs. ''Right hall first door on the left.'' He teleported away to find more bandages.

Paincked a little at the sudden movement of being picked up, she made an odd squeak, and felt pain in her side again. She shut her eyes, trying to keep the pain subside. "Wait.." she said, suddenly remembering Ellie, "Wait-my horse! What about her?" she asked looked to the woman who had picked her up. Her silver eyes widened with fear. Again, Ellie was more important than her needs. She needed help first. She tried to move out of the woman's arms, attempting to tleast put her in the stables where she will be warm and there will be more food.

"Your steed will be tended to, now don't move so suddenly! Easy..you're safe, it's alright. These wounds need immediate aid," she chided as she gave a nod to Ven's words. "Thank you, love," she said, giving him a soft kiss before heading up the stairs to take the woman to the injury room. "Would you tend to the horse so she doesn't worry herself to death?" She called out before entering said room, setting her down.

''Sorry!'' Venser said appearing out of a cloud of thick red smoke beside Sanna. ''The room is prepped, and I had to put the twins to bed since their tummies were acting up. Too much pizza!'' He laughed and nodded. I'll go find her horse and have him taken to the stables. Miss, can you describe it?''

"Oh don't be sorry, love. Poor little ones ate so much of...what was it, Pizza?...that I'm not surprised they ache. You did too, come to think of it.." she chuckled, waiting for the woman to describe the horse to him.

Nodding, she described it, "Black with white socks and a large whie diamond on her forehead, with brown tipped ears." she said quickly, the slight pain exploded through her. "And she responds with Ellie." she added quickly

''Ellie. Black with white socks and a white diamond on the forehead.'' He repeated. Venser gave his lover a quick kiss on the lips, then a second, softer one on her jawline. ''You tend to her and I'll meet you in our room, alright?'' He nuzzled her head with a warm smile, before disappearing in a puff of thick red smoke.

Sanna returned his kiss, nuzzling his lips lightly as another was placed on her jawline and she nodded to his words. "I will see you then, love," she said before he disappeared, relief all in her expression. "Now then, do you know how you were injured or shall we begin unveiling?" She gestured to the bandages, knowing that such was going to be painful nonetheless. "I can't truly help with the pain, but I can potentially give you something to sleep.."

Ellie looked to the woman, unsure what to say. "i-I don't know..." she muttered, heat rushing to her cheeks. In all honesty she really didn't know. She remembered yelling and someone putting her on Ellie to get away from the yelling, and the trees and birds, and that was it. Nothing else. It was odd, not knowing or remembering something that is so crucial to you. It was odd. finding help from a complete stranger. Someone who doesn't know anything about you or what you've done. "Why do you help people?" she blurted. "I mean, you don't know who they are or what they've done. Or if they are ever going to repay you at all." she said, it really was a very jarring answer that not a lot of people answered

Sanna nodded a bit and took a breath, very gingerly beginning to cut away at the bandage. Sweet gods, she hoped it wasn't so infected that the bandage would be stuck...she heard the question and paused, giving her a kind smile. "I don't expect repayment at all. I just do what I know that I should. People have cared for me in my past and asked nothing in return, and so I give what I have been given to those that need it. Does that make sense?"

Later that night…

Sanna had been tending to the girl in the injury room for most of the night and when she'd finally gone to sleep, she slid into the bedroom and pulled off the overcoat she wore. She took the jewels out from her hair and set them aside, doing the same for the earrings before remembering he'd said something about the children being put to bed. She slipped out again and looked for the room they slept in, briefly checking on them. Sanna smiled with a warmth as she saw them sleeping peacefully, then closed the door and went back to Venser's room to finish preparing for bed. She'd worn the thong he'd given her all day and as she slipped out of the dress she blushed upon seeing it, chuckling. "I suppose I forgot to take it off," she murmured as she brushed her long hair down her back, careful not to undo the beautiful braid that Lucinda had made a few strands of her hair into. Her eyes searched for Venser's presence in the room but couldn't quite see him off the first glance unless he was in bed, so she decided to admire the thong in the mirror for a moment. She ran her fingers over the material and smiled, biting her lip a little as her fingers slid forward and lower...just barely brushing over her clit. She bit back a moan as her other hand came up to cup her breast, then slid down to her belly. She wouldn't know if she'd conceived yet or not, not until her bleeding came and passed...or didn't. It was in a few days, but...still...She wondered about his reaction on the matter, chuckling at her own thoughts. He'd already mentioned he wanted another, and wanted her to bear it. She swayed over to the bed and laid atop the sheets, one hand still squeezing that perked breast.

''Having fun?'' Venser asked suddenly laying beside Sanna in bed, as if he had been there the whole time. He wore nothing but a leopard print thong and had an odd newspaper with very realistic colored images on certain parts of it. He smiled and leaned over to kiss her, placing a hand on her stomach. ''How did treating the girl go?'' He ran his hand up her stomach, up her sides to stroke her hair. ''Lucinda did a good job with your hair.''

She started a bit as she noticed him laying beside her, giggling some as she returned his kiss and rested her hand over his. She tilted her head some at the newspaper, as though she'd never seen such a thing, though was soon distracted as his hand ran up her stomach and into her hair to stroke it. She pressed another kiss to him tenderly. "Yes she did...your children are wonderful. Treating the girl went well, she was simply fearful is all. The injuries weren't truly terrible, though she had two broken ribs."

''They are very much indeed.'' Venser said pulling the sheets up to cover them as he wrapped an arm around Sanna and pulled her close. The picture on the main article Venser was reading was of a semi-crude, bulky suit of armor with handlebars on the breastplate, a featureless helmet, and an overall mechanical look. ''Glad it went well, and I'm sure she'll be fine with some more care.'' He nuzzed her head and closed his eyes. ''How do you feel?

She nestled up against his form as he wrapped an arm around her, nice and comfortable as he pulled up the sheets to cover them. She nodded in agreement with Ven and kissed his shoulder softly, nuzzling in return. "I'm feeling well - my bleeding comes in only a few days, so naturally I've been a bit tired but I'm not affected in any other way."

''Part of being a woman right?'' Venser asked casually. ''I'm sure I'll fear the day when Lucinda gets in and hormones act up.''

She nodded a bit, then made a soft "aww" in response to his woes regarding his daughter. "I understand..perhaps if you'd like, I can be here to help ease some of the burden."

''She's got another...'' Venser paused for a moment and chuckled. ''Never was good at mathematics. Ten eleven.'' He shrugged and pointed to the picture of the bulky, menacing armor on the paper. ''What do you think of that?''

Taking a peer at the paper she frowned in curiosity, tilting her head some before looking up at him with an expression of pure confusion. "What is it, a man made of metal? I've seen armor, but not like that before...I don't think I've seen a lot of the things you've introduced to me, actually. It's as though they're far ahead."
''Yes, armor. Powered armor.'' Venser said reading it. ''Much like a Tallboy. Only not on stilts and can punch through rock and stuff. Not like a clockwork soldier… All this is so expensive and...'' He said looking to her, blinking his serpent like eyes. ''Ah. You don't know what a Tallboy is either.''

He cleared his throat and said, ''I am also the royal storyteller. So, my lover, let me tell you one.''

"Oh? A Tallboy… What's your story?" She asked, now curious as she looked to him.

''Our story takes place in the heartland of the Isles,'' Venser said with a pause clearing his throat. ''Two hundred years ago, there once was a man by the name of Esmund Roseburrow. And Dunwall was his last hope. He had dedicated his life to knowledge and progress, but throughout the Isles no one would listen. He wandered. The whaleyard were no place for a geek like him. The poor and hungry often gathered there, hoping for a few scraps. And he wondered if he would soon join them. But then he saw something that made him realize his whole life of work was a waste.'' He leaned forward and asked, ''Do you know what he saw?''

As she listened she realized he used terms that she didn't quite understand, such as 'geek' and 'whaleyard', but otherwise told a tale that intrigued her. The name itself was a little difficult for her to try pronouncing and so she set back to listen and as he leaned forward to ask his question, she tilted her head. "What did he see?" She asked him.

''Whooooshh!'' Venser made a small explosion sound with his mouth and moved back. ''The poor dumped whale oil onto their bonfires to keep it burning. ''Seeing it's potential, it brought a smile to his face. Roseburrow's new discovery breathed new life into Dunwall. And made him rich beyond his wildest dreams. But he never took his success for granted. When a young inventor called Sokolov came to him with a radical new idea, and he couldn't help but give him a chance. Sokolov's ideas ushered the Isles into a new era of technology. But over time Roseburrow learned progress can come at to great a cost, it can be dangerous.'' He paused to take a breath.

'It's a funny thing, ambition. It can take one to sublime heights or harrowing deaths, or they can end up being just the same.'' He pointed a finger to his head. ''Roseburrow learned that all to well after seeing what his success had turned into. Boom.'' He pretended to shoot himself and his head landed on the pillow with a small, ''whump.''

Sanna seemed in awe as she listened, captivated...even jumped a bit with a gasp as he pretended to shoot himself and landed on the pillow. "He made his head explode with a finger?" She asked, not realizing what a gun was - that was one thing she /hadn't/ come across yet. It was quite clear she was not familiar with the things he was, but that she was definitely interested in listening. She rolled over to rest her head on his chest, twirling her finger in a bit of hair. "It seems as though Rose...burrow was a sad man in the end and that Sock-o-love [how she pronounced it lol] ended up carrying his success from him."

Venser chuckled and opened his eyes, looking to her with a small smile. ''Not his finger. Something Sokolov had invented and that lots of people in Pandyssia and all the Isles have. When someone ends up you know, dying, someone else has to pick up where they left off.''

'’Boats, before whale oil was discovered you'd just have to row it all on your own, some still do. Whale oil can make boats motorized, and make them move straight without rowing or sails. Some years later, kinda recently. People have made flying machines. Zeppelins, aeroplanes. But zeppelins are more preferred. Like, giant floaty things that float from isle to isle. In Pandyssia though, they favor magic black crap that comes out of the ground to power everything.''

"A device that can kill like that… Wouldn't it be a danger to the world?" She asked, though listened as he described the different devices and some of them sounded so strange she couldn't even try to pronounce the words. "Zep...pellen?" She tried, though nodded at his explanation of what they were. "It seems as though you and I are from different worlds entirely...you are so knowledgeable about the world."

''Of course. I grew up in that world.'' He said getting out of bed, walking over to the wardrobe. There were many dresses sticking out of it for whatever reason, and they looked like they weren't touched in months. ''Read about it, saw all that stuff, shit like that.'' He then began to search through the wardrobe.

She nodded a bit with a gentle smile as she sat up and watched him, tilting her head. "Looking for something, dear one?"

''Don't wear this anymore since having weapons kinda offsets the customers. And…'' Venser said holding up a leather leg holster, with a dull, metal grey curved club about a foot and a half long. He removed the metallic, double barreled sawed off shotgun and held it up in front of Sanna. Pausing for a moment. Lately, with being taken into service by God Queen Y’vonne he had been trying to remove all references to his past. And his homeland, on another plane of existence altogether, just sounded crazy. ''This.'' He offered it to her.

Seeing him remove the strange 'weapon' she tilted her head with a gasp, curiosity at its peak as he offered it to her. She took it gingerly, her fingers avoiding the curve that was known as the trigger and instead wrapping around the stock and the barrels, holding it. "What a strange weapon… What does it do?"

''It blasts.'' Venser said. The weapon itself was badly aged, mostly made of metal the sides were beginning to rust both due to neglecting to clean it and the various exotic environments it had been on to . A faint, ''JA'' was carved into the shotgun, on the stock close to the trigger.

"Blasts...like a fireball?" She asked, blushing a bit as she examined it. "I ask too many questions, I fear.. .I've never seen anything like this before, as you know. You're always teaching me new things," she chuckled, setting the gun down on the bed gently before cupping his cheek and kissing him softly.

''Close.'' Venser pressed his lips against hers and smiled, looking back to the shotgun and picking it up. ''I try to live a lot more simple now.'' He said standing up to put it back in its place. ''Much easier, in a land like this, there are way more interesting things.''

"Are there?" She asked as he stood to put the gun away, chuckling some as she slipped out of the thong while his back was turned. She never slept with clothes, and she wanted to surprise him a bit.

''I'll show you tomorrow. It's late and we've had a long day, you especially having to patch some- Ooh...'' Venser put it away and turned to Sanna, admiring her naked semi-golden body. ''Now that's my girl...'' He said slipping his down, so that she may look at his muscular naked body.

Sanna smirked a bit as he slipped his thong down, standing from the bed to wrap her arms around him, fingers snaking down his back. "We both had a busy day. You got to be with your children, and I helped someone with your help. I appreciate everything you've done for me..." she murmured as she kissed his chin lightly, pressing herself against him.

Venser smiled and kissed her nose, slapping both hands on her rear, squeezing it as he looked down to her. ''And I'll be doing more to make you happy.'' He said nuzzling her head, giving her rear a few hard smacks.

Sanna gasped a bit as he slapped both hands against her ass and squeezed, biting her lip with a soft moan as he smacked a few more times. "You already do so much, my love...how can I repay you?" She asked him as she ran her fingers in his hair, one hand sliding down to wrap around his shaft.

''Your love and loyalty. Nothing more.'' He said as he began to stiffen up.

"Both of which you shall always have," she said as she slid to her knees, kissing the tip of his stiffening cock. "Let me prove that," she smirked with a whisper as she wrapped her lips around it, taking him in as much as she could - an inch or so away from the base.