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[   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  was having his typical night in the tavern known as the Left Hand of Salashi, a building of stone and wood in the middle of a city of stone and wood, located within the center of the city, surrounded by residental walls that segregate it from the crime-ridden pestholes that the rest of the city are. In the evening, from the downstairs of the tavern, permiates the smell of delicious food and the sound of cacophonic music.\u003Cbr\u003EThe knight Stephanus Tavilrond was preparing to do his bed before taking a look at his equipment, in preparations of going downstairs to  have his meal, as he always does. However, something tells him that that is not how things are going go. He is wearing somewhat fancy, but light clothing, rather than his typical armour. As he is wearing no headwear at all, his breast-length, oak-brown hair is free to fall down to his shoulders and beyond, not covering his azure-blue eyes. Then he yawns, mumbling to himself about how nothing strange is happening these days. But maybe, maybe, something strange is about to happen just now, right now, behind his back, before he can even look behind himself...\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T14:05:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537099552,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  was, on the other hand, in another world, another dimension even. In her world, it was just early morning, and she forced herself out of bed. She still had a long day ahead of her, and better to start it in time than late, she told herself as she crawled out of bed. She wore nothing but a boring white long night gown, out of fine fabric that would certainly be viewed as exceptionally expensive, but also unbearingly lewd in medieval times due to the good bit of skin it showed beneath her knees, and of her cleave as wall. With her mahagoni hair wild and undone, she stepped through the door, yawning, having her eyes closed... only to blink in total confusion as she suddenly found herself in a strange room. It was definitely darker, and her eyes were just adjusting from the bright electrical light that had turned night into day a few seconds ago. What she did notice, however, was the smell of... well, she had no idea what it was, but it certainly didn\u0026apos;t smell good.\u003Cbr\u003EIn confusion she tried to turned around and head back into her bedroom, but ended running into the wooden tavernwall instead. \u0026quot;Ouch!\u0026quot;, she screams out, rubbing her nose and looking over her shoulder, her eyes only slowly adjusting to the dim night.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T14:11:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537099913,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  was just minding his business before he heard that loud \u0026apos;Ouch!\u0026apos; noise. - \u0026quot;What was that?!\u0026quot; - he asked quickly, hurrying up and rushing to that strange-looking woman who had just hit the wall of his room. She wasn\u0026apos;t downed or anything, but he still had the idea of grabbing her, or at very least, grabbing her hand. Why? Well, it is rather simple...\u003Cbr\u003E~ I thought I locked my door with a key. What is going on here? Is she some kind of assassin who teleported here to kill me? ~ that\u0026apos;s what he thought to himself, not saying any of these out loud. But still being rather suspicious of the woman, until he saw her face. And boy, oh boy, it is gorgeous... except that he has no time to admire her like that. Not yet.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Who are you and what are you doing here?\u0026quot; he asked this very simple question from her. Rather simplistic and primitive, but he thought, that if he can get an answer out of her, his suspicions can be made to go away. In the mean time, he silently analyzed her. Her strange, immodest clothing that revealed her smooth and silky skin. Her strangely good smell. If he wasn\u0026apos;t a practicioner of a monotheistic religion, he would have accused her of being a goddess to come to the mortal plane, as he had never seen anyone with that kind of cared-for body. Truly, dropping her into this world is like dropping a piece of well-polished gold or silver onto the ground.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EBut before he can go on to admire how beautiful she is... she still has to react to him grabbing her arm, and him asking that awfully simple question, that is most certainly going to receive a very complicated answer.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T14:19:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537100344,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  didn\u0026apos;t have an answer though, even not when she wouldn\u0026apos;t be as confused. From her point of view, a stranger just took her hand and got into HER house, so naturally, she pulled away and squealed in rising panic, stumbling a few steps back and gasping for air in shock. Only to feel the - to her - rough metal and stone in her back. This certainly wasn\u0026apos;t her home! By now she was able to make out a bit of her surroundings, but the most focus for her had the person in front of her, naturally. He was... rough looking, to say the least. Pretty much exactly the same way she would expect a medieval knight to look like when he wasn\u0026apos;t exactly expecting to be attacked any second. It did have... admittedly... some sexiness to it, in a dirty and strange way.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I... uh... what the fuck?\u0026quot;, she took a bad word in her mouth that may or may not have been used in these realms already. Where she came from at least, the word was only in use in the very late medieval ages.\u003Cbr\u003ESuddenly awfully aware of her revealing clothes, she gasped for air once again and tugged on the seams of her gown to pull it up, trying to cover a bit more of her bosom. \u0026quot;Who are you? Where did you bring me? Oh my god, are you... are you a kidnapper?\u0026quot;, she said in confusion. He sure didn\u0026apos;t act like one, given his question, but... what else was she to think?\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T14:27:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537100829,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  raised his eyebrows at the strange accusations... as for the dirty words - oh, he was very well acquinted with those. Except that, to much of her surprise, people in this time and place aren\u0026apos;t so prissy as to consider the word \u0026apos;fuck\u0026apos; an actual swearword. To him, it was a word people - including himself - casually said, when referring to the act of doing \u0026apos;it\u0026apos;. The only thing that confused him, was the fact that she was using it in a strictly non-sexual context.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Wha, me? I didn\u0026apos;t bring you here, pretty lady... You bumped into my room, when I could swear that I have locked the door. Who are you? Are you some kind of assassin sent here to kill me? Answer me!\u0026quot; he responded to her question with another question. She accused him of being a kidnapper, he accused her of being an assassin sent here to kill him. How else would someone like her get into his locked room? By being teleported there, off course! But who could teleport a beautiful woman into his room? Either a magician whose experiments have gone terribly wrong, or someone who wants him dead, or at very least, distracted.\u003Cbr\u003ESo he took his other hand onto her, aiming to grab her by the hip - although, if she moved, fiddled and fidgeted too much, his hand could have accidentally landed one her breasts too. His goal is to turn her face to face his. His features may be something rough, that is only to be expected for a warrior who was trained from childhood. Twenty-two years old, but to the untrained eye looking like he could even be Miyuki\u0026apos;s father.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T14:34:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537101283,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  only realised slowly that she wasn\u0026apos;t where she thought she would be, but only slowly. She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes, looking at the knight in front of her speaking in his weird accent. She barely understood him, and he was either a good actor or really from the medieval ages. Of course, the former was far more probable. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m... whoah there, I am no assassin, I mean, look at me, I couldn\u0026apos;t even kill your average housefly.\u0026quot;, she says and blinked, shaking her head in disbelief. She looks around the room more, expecting to be in some kind of sick joke, searching for signs of cameras or the like.\u003Cbr\u003EWhen he reached for her though, she did indeed try to fiddle and fidget, and accordingly, his hand landed on her breast. It happened in a manner that made it pretty apparent that it was by accident though, and so she didnt think much of it in a sexual way, rather didn\u0026apos;t want to be touched by the man in front of herin the first place, not yet.\u003Cbr\u003EFinally, something caught her attention. The way he spoke about having closed the door sounded so genuine, that it made her frown and turn to... something that looked door-like enough to her. Not what she would call a door, but it passed as a medieval door for sure. She tugged on it, and it was indeed locked. Okay, that proofed nothing though, he could\u0026apos;ve drugged her and brought her here afterwards. But also how he asked for her name sounded so genuine. She looked over her shoulder, her head tilted. If he was a real kidnapper he probably knew her name - not that she was an expert or something, but most rapings and kidnappings were either among friends or relatives or required a metric ton of planning on the kidnappers behalf. So, he would know who she is, to the point where he couldn\u0026apos;t really think that she didn\u0026apos;t know him as well. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m... Miyuki. Uh, this may sound weird, but what year is it?\u0026quot;, she asked, raising her eyebrow. She was still 90% this was some kind of elaborate joke, but calling it out probably would ruin the fun for someone. So, instead, she decided to let this house of cards crumble slowly instead of blowing it now.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T16:14:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537107283,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  had to let her go instead of trying to haul her to his bed - not that he had any intentions to rape her or anything similar, but, he thought that would provide a better opportunity to check her out. But no, instead, he let her go, letting her test if the door was really locked - which it was. But then she ended up asking him what year this was. To which he immediately answered.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;The year is eight hundred, thirty-three years since the foundation of the Kingdom of Etrand. You are in the Left Hand of Salashi, a tavern within Grandfolk, the capital city of Etrand.\u0026quot; he said quite simply. Oh yes... 833. In Earth\u0026apos;s history, that was in the Dark Ages. But his clothing is too fanciful for that. The room is too fancy to be from the Dark Ages. Off course, he also neglected to mension, that in this world, each year is 376 days, not 365. Still, she told him her name, so he thought it would be apropriate to tell him his. Since she only said her given name, he only gave her his given name - \u0026quot;Name\u0026apos;s Stephanus. Native of this city. I don\u0026apos;t know how you got here, but what you are hearing from downstairs is music, in case you never heard it before, and what you are smelling is food, if you never had it before..\u0026quot; Off course, he was being sarcastic. Everyone has heard music and smelled food before. Etrandish humour must be dry, it can be assumed.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;So tell me, Miyuki, how did you materialize in this room? What were you doing before it?\u0026quot; he said, looking at her at the same time. If she turned towards him, he had plenty of opportunity to stare at her cleavage - even if he was a man of morals, and a virgin, he is still a heterosexual man, who will have trouble getting his eyes off something that arouses him. Which in this case, is either Miyuki\u0026apos;s breasts, Miyuki\u0026apos;s face or Miyuki\u0026apos;s legs. Whichever is closer and more exposed to his eyes. Only with time, is he starting to notice, that her skin is like a mixture of polished wood and silk. To be fair, he already noticed it by the touch. But by the looks...\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T16:25:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537107912,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  \u0026quot;England.\u0026quot;, Miyuki first uttered when he mentioned the kingdom of Etrand, but then he repeated the word Etrand again. Okay, apparently no kingdom of England. His name also sounded more... like the Holy Roman Empire, or just the Roman Empire after it\u0026apos;s Christianization rather than like England. She tilted her head, and blinked. So, this joke seemed to be even more elaborate than she had thought! She really started to have respect for whoever fabricated this rouse, as there was nothing just yet that made her think she can hang on and bore deeper to eventually make this house of cards fall. This particular house of lies seems to be made out of wood and stone, not cards.\u003Cbr\u003EShe locked her arms at his sarcastic tone and raised her eyebrow. Unbeknownst to her, that made her cleavage go into full display again, and her breasts looked even larger. She was well nourished, and definitely had a chest that would rarely be found in woman of the lower stands.\u003Cbr\u003EHowever, she then noticed how well the room was decorated. In fact, it had more of the romanticised middle ages, more of a mixture between renaissance and medieval times. Surely not the year 833, for sure. \u0026quot;Where... where I come from, we count our years since the coming of the lord. That is, if you\u0026apos;re a Christian. Guess it\u0026apos;s the creation of the world itself when you\u0026apos;re a Jew, or the time since the last great Prophet if you\u0026apos;re a Muslim.\u0026quot;, she says, more idly, as she\u0026apos;s still looking around the room, trying to find more clues that this is a trick to fool her. A bit careless of her, probably, to name Gods of different beliefs than this world. She might quickly be called a Heretic, or even worse, a Heathen and Witch.\u003Cbr\u003ELittle did she know that in this world were the signs of the actual existence of the Gods are manifold, and she\u0026apos;ll much sooner than later count herself to be a believer of one of those gods.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T17:05:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537110327,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  raised his eyebrows at her saying England. \u0026quot;No, no, no, Etrand.\u0026quot;. And then she explained how the years were counted in her world. All those words sounded very foreign to him. Christian? Jew? Muslim? He never heard these words before. When he heard \u0026apos;jew\u0026apos;, he thought of jewellry or water, when he heard \u0026apos;muslim\u0026apos;, he thought of muslin, and cotton. Christians? He didn\u0026apos;t know what to make of them. \u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I have never heard of any of these... I assume they must be different kingdoms in a far away land I never heard of? Or maybe ancient religions?\u0026quot; he commented. \u0026quot;You may have hit your head particularly hard when you arrived, but here in Etrand, we worship Titanius, the one and only god who created this world. His chosen children dispersed throughout the land, and diversified into humans and elves. Out of those, one human tribe would create this Kingdom of Etrand, and build up this city.\u0026quot; He mentioned elved. This isn\u0026apos;t the Middle Ages proper. This is a fantasy world. There are elves here. However, he only mentioned that they supposedly exist, absolutely nothing about how they look, how widespread they are, or what relationship they have with humans. As far as she is concerned, they could be a race of nonexistent mythical creatures, that the likes of Stephanus consider real, because medieval people are superstitious people \u003Cbr\u003EHowever, Stephanus was not one for explaining everything in this situation. While he tried to take his eyes off Miyuki\u0026apos;s breasts - surely she must have noticed by now that he was staring at her cleavage for quite some time by now. \u0026quot;Well, either way... are you hungry? Because I was intending to go downstairs and eat before you materialized into existence out of nowhere...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T17:17:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537111079,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  watched his facial expressions very closely as he answered, speaking of the religions she had mentioned... and noticing how he genuinely mispronounced the names in a manner that wasn\u0026apos;t too far off - like a person that would trying to fool her into believing this was an entirely different world would. Neither was it on point though, showing on the other hand that he did indeed not hear about them until now. She narrowed her eyes, shaking her head ever so slightly. \u0026quot;Could be...\u0026quot;, she just answered his questions whether they were ancient or faraway kingdoms or religions.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Elves!\u0026quot;, Miyuki eventually cried out, insintictively raising her hands to her own ears. Now, that would be something that could convince her! Because the more she was here, the more she thought that this was all to well done and elaborate to be a ruse! Not totally convinced though. She stil lwas totally prepared for the possibility that some celebrity walked through the door right now, telling her that she had been fooled by her friends or something like that.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Can you show me some? Do they have pointy ears? Can I touch them? Just asking because, you know, where I am from, there are no elves. And no... no dwarves, no hobbits, no halflings, no gnomes, no... uh, no Draenei, no Drow, no... oh yeah, no Orcs, no goblins...\u0026quot;, she started to ramble about all the stereotypical fantasy species that came ot her mind right away.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd no, she had not noticed how he was watching her cleavage. She was genuinely getting excited! This was sucha good ruse that she really started to love the thought put into it, or... this was real. Which would\u0026apos;ve been even better. She also ignored the part about hunger, feeling her heart starting to race faster and faster out of excitement.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T17:26:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537111586,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  continued to stare at her breasats, as no objections came to that action of his. Off course, she did not reply to his earlier question, not at all. She didn\u0026apos;t answer to whether she wanted to eat or not, but instead asked about the elves. \u0026quot;How hard did you hit your head? Elves are like us, humans, but... they have pointy ears, are taller than us, slim, live for hundreds of years, sophisticated, cultured, intelligent... You\u0026apos;ll probably see some downstairs.\u0026quot; he heard some familiar names there. Dwarves, hobbits, gnomes, orcs, goblins - all real in this world. Drow? Dark Elves exist, but they don\u0026apos;t call themselves drows. Draenei? Nope, not real. Still, as she did not answer his earlier questions, he decided to take her silence on the matter as a yes, grab her hand, take his hand into his pocket to take out the key to the door, unlock the door, open the door, walk out with her, and close and lock the door once again. \u003Cbr\u003EAs the door got opened, the music got a lot louder. As he dragged her downstairs - in her rather immodest clothing, which was sadly a mere afterthought for him, not having bothered to consult her about it - there was it: overwhelmingly European-looking men with beards and long hair, dwarf-sized men with beards, men with clean-shaven faces and sharp elven ears, and even green-skinned men with very rough features. Humans, dwarves, elves and orcs. There they were. all mixed up in a medieval tavern. Off course, he didn\u0026apos;t leave her too much time to wonder at the diversity in such a small area - he was dragged her towards an empty table, towards the chair near an empty table, hoping she won\u0026apos;t wander off.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Do not wander off. It\u0026apos;s for your own good.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T17:39:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537112356,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  continued to stare at her breasats, as no objections came to that action of his. Off course, she did not reply to his earlier question, not at all. She didn\u0026apos;t answer to whether she wanted to eat or not, but instead asked about the elves. \u0026quot;How hard did you hit your head? Elves are like us, humans, but... they have pointy ears, are taller than us, slim, live for hundreds of years, sophisticated, cultured, intelligent... You\u0026apos;ll probably see some downstairs.\u0026quot; he heard some familiar names there. Dwarves, hobbits, gnomes, orcs, goblins - all real in this world. Drow? Dark Elves exist, but they don\u0026apos;t call themselves drows. Draenei? Nope, not real. Still, as she did not answer his earlier questions, he decided to take her silence on the matter as a yes, grab her hand, take his hand into his pocket to take out the key to the door, unlock the door, open the door, walk out with her, and close and lock the door once again. \u003Cbr\u003EAs the door got opened, the music got a lot louder. As he dragged her downstairs - in her rather immodest clothing, which was sadly a mere afterthought for him, not having bothered to consult her about it - there was it: overwhelmingly European-looking men with beards and long hair, dwarf-sized men with beards, men with clean-shaven faces and sharp elven ears, and even green-skinned men with very rough features. Humans, dwarves, elves and orcs. There they were. all mixed up in a medieval tavern. Off course, he didn\u0026apos;t leave her too much time to wonder at the diversity in such a small area - he was dragged her towards an empty table, towards the chair near an empty table, hoping she won\u0026apos;t wander off.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Do not wander off. It\u0026apos;s for your own good.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T18:15:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537114501,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  thought of pulling her hand away, but then she just let him pull her. \u0026quot;I have not hit my head at all, it was just my nose that I hit. And it doesn\u0026apos;t even hurt anymore.\u0026quot;, she claimed, and it wasn\u0026apos;t even remotely false either. She felt the rough wooden stairs under her bare feet, and then... she felt the ugly sticky floor when they came down to the main tavern hall. She knew what medieval taverns really looked like. And this one was pretty much a fantasy version, like it came directly out of a book. It was amazing, and terrifying at the same time.\u003Cbr\u003EThe diversity that was displayed also left little room for doubt that she was here for real. The dwarves were the most telling sign. Sure, one could\u0026apos;ve set up the Elves around here that one could easily mistake some good actors for real elves. But the dwarves? they were certainly not just children or midgets. They were real dwarves. There was no doubt.\u003Cbr\u003EHer mouth open, she gasped for air and looked around, gazing at the people just as much as they gazed at her. She sat down, and still looked around at the people. She did not intend to wander off - not right now. She knew that this was more likely to be real rather than a joke by now - and that meant, she knew that, that she was into at least a bit of trouble, depending on... well, what exactly this world was. It was funny how quickly her mind adapted to the circumstance... even though there was still doubt about it all - maybe she was just dreaming? -, the doubts dwindled more and more by the second.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T19:06:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537117571,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  sighed in relief, as he saw her sit down just like that, as he went to the bar, speaking to the bald bartender, who had his left hand replaced by a wooden one. Stephanus did previously mention this tavern being called the Left Hand of Salashi. Was this person, the bartender Salashi? Oh yes, that was his name. He founded this tavern. Stephanus spoke with him, but their conversation was probably too quiet for Miyuki to get much out of. And even if normally she could have overheard, the music, the chatter of the patrons, all of those combined probably drowned out the conversation, so there was absolutely no way she could have overheard what they were talking about.\u003Cbr\u003EThe next moment, Stephanus was returning, sitting next to Miyuki, getting comfortable, then returning to staring at her... and her breasts. Then he looked up and cleared his throat. \u0026quot;Our food will be coming in about fifteen minutes. I hope you are patient enough.\u0026quot; he told her. Off course, what he didn\u0026apos;t realize is that she was very busy looking at all the people, as she had never seen a dwarf, elf or orc before. There were even a few dark elves - elves with a greyish-blue skin, usually with white hair. Stephanus\u0026apos;s physical proximity might come off as overly intrusive to her, but these are times when people weren\u0026apos;t so obsessed with their privacy and clean open space. To him, sitting this close to her - close enough to take his hand on her, if he wanted - wasn\u0026apos;t sexual at all... but his act of looking at her cleavage was.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T19:18:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537118296,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  had to, to be fair, a lot to take in. In a way she was already taking it pretty well, but a seat to sit down on was still very, very welcoming.\u003Cbr\u003EBy the time Stephanus had returned she was done watching all the people. Well, not entirely true, she was just done watching them for now, but they made a mental note that she would have to closely watch them more sooner rather than later. This time, when she looked at him sitting down, she did notice him looking at her cleavage, and as a few minutes ago, it made her uncomfortably aware of her little clothing that she had, so she tugged the nightgown a bit up to cover more of her breasts. With little success. Too much breast, too little night gown. \u0026quot;Sure. Uh, what do they have around here anyway?\u0026quot;, she asked, out of fear she might get what they probably called Everlasting Stew in the english tongue... but something edible and less hygienically worrisome. Then again, given how dirty the tavern room looked to her, she feared that she shouldn\u0026apos;t get her hopes up.\u003Cbr\u003ESomething Miyuki had noticed by now though was that men were in the clear majority around hear. And of those, they definitely looked European. So, she reckoned, while the sight of elf and dwarf might be strange to her - for them, her asian looks must be so very outlandish. Stephanus seemed as nice as she could expect it - so she was hoping he would take care of her in a way or two. She needed it. \u0026quot;Oh. I have no money.\u0026quot;, she added finally.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T19:30:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537119014,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  was a no-nonsense man who answered to questions in the simplest way he could. But Miyuki was probably already used to that. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s going to be red wine, bread with fried eggs and fried bacon, with dried figs and dates.\u0026quot; didn\u0026apos;t sound stereotypically medieval at all. In fact, if anything, it sounded more like the creation of a man who is forced to cook for himself, but only knows how to fry eggs and bacon, not how to make any of the more fancy dishes. Either that, or Stephanus was feeling simplistic today, and decided to order something simple, rather than fancy. Or was it the recognition that he was with someone foreign, and didn\u0026apos;t want to risk offending her palate with a uniquely Etrandish dish that requires an acquired taste? Who knows.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Money? I\u0026apos;ll be paying for all of it, as I am paying for the room too.\u0026quot; She forgot that she was in the Middle Ages. Men like him had chivalary - they would never go dutch. They would always pay. In fact, to them, a woman willing to pay would be quite the anomaly, unless she was a queen of some sort. Which Miyuki might as well have been, given her smooth, silky, polished skin that befitted godesses. Aaaand, Stephanus was getting carried away with his thoughts of her again. But by now, Miyuki should know that he is attracted to her.\u003Cbr\u003EUnless they have more to say to each other, other than awkwardly staring at each other, or at each other\u0026apos;s chests, ten to fifteen minutes later comes a maid, dressed in simple, but clean and colourful dress, having a hair colour not unlike that of Miyuki. She didn\u0026apos;t look too bad either, but clearly, Miyuki would have been the winner of any beauty contest. The maid put down three wooden plates in front of the \u0026apos;couple\u0026apos;, plate number one containing two mugs full of red wine, plate number two containing the eggs, bacon and bread, plate number three containing the dried dates and figs.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Guess we might as well dig in.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T19:45:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537119935,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  was still pleasantly surprised by the meals she would be looking forward to. It only occured to her now that magic must be a real thing around here... apparently the existence of dwarves and elves didn\u0026apos;t make it obvious to her, but the very non medieval cuisine did. The strange ways brains think sometimes!\u003Cbr\u003EShe looked down to her arms and pinched herself, clearly feeling the pain - but not waking up. It made her smile for sure.\u003Cbr\u003EShe sure forgot that they were in the Middle Ages, or at least in something that has strong resemblance to it. She also knew that knights were people with power, and power often corrupts. That he mentioned also paying for the room made her jaw drop, since it was something that she certainly hadn\u0026apos;t expected back in the \u0026quot;real\u0026quot; world to happen. If that was the real world even, maybe she actually had just awakened from the actual dream, and now she was in reality?\u003Cbr\u003EHis attraction to her came more and more apparent. To make things easy, he wasn\u0026apos;t really shy about it either... probably something that came with this world and medieval ages too. If anything, she suspected, she would have to expect some serious level of \u0026quot;medieval flirting\u0026quot;. Maybe he would one day even recite some Old English poetry to win her heart? Honestly, the thought made her giggle happily, before she shook her head, still smiling though, forcing her out of these ridiculous thoughts.\u003Cbr\u003EMiyuki did indeed sit silently there, going back to looking all the people, Stephanus most of all though. When the food came however, she didn\u0026apos;t really feel hungry - it was still morning for her, where she actually came from, and she was one of those people that can\u0026apos;t really stomach a single bite that early. Still, she didn\u0026apos;t want to insult the knight that so chivalrously paid for her. Before taking a bit of it though, she looked around for fork and spoon out of a habit. \u0026quot;You didn\u0026apos;t tell me your name, by the way.\u0026quot;, she murmured idly.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T19:56:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537120619,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  raised his eyebrows. He didn\u0026apos;t tell her his name? But he did tell her his first name before - Stephanus. Still, he decided to tell her his name again, in case she forgot. \u0026quot;Stephanus Tavilrond, Knight of the Blood Red Light, Crusader by rank.\u0026quot; he smiled at her. Romantic poetry wasn\u0026apos;t in the books yet, but flirting could have been in. He took one bit of the egg, one bit off the bacon, then the bread, then a sip of the wine. Forks and spoons? Oh yes, there were forks and spoons, made out of wood. \u0026quot;What about your name, beautiful one?\u0026quot; he asked, winking at her. He knew that her given name was Miyuki. The moment he asked the question, he already mentally constructed a resposne to whatever she might have said - \u0026apos;a beautiful name fitting a gorgeous lady\u0026apos; - yes, that is what he would say, if she responded saying her name.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;So tell me, beautiful Miyuki, what kind of food do they eat in your world? Do they also eat this?\u0026quot; asking a simple question, but he obviously had to call her beautiful. \u0026quot;Do men and women sit together dining in your world too, gorgeous one?\u0026quot; he may have been getting a bit too eager, and he was aware of it. So after this question, he focused on his half of the food. If she didn\u0026apos;t eat much, he would gently give her a poke and wink at her to encourage her. \u0026quot;Eat up, beautiful one.\u0026quot; \u003Cbr\u003ETruth be told, he had more in the plans after this. At least, the next day. He was planning that the next day, they can go to the bathhouse. Today, it is a bit late to do it. But if he convinces her, there is more fun to be had.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T20:06:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537121178,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  blinked and shook her head. Yeah, he had told her his name. So much to take in! She bites her lower lip and nodded, trying to not show that she had forgotten his name, trying to make it look like he just hadn\u0026apos;t told her yet. \u0026quot;Miyuki Hayashida.\u0026quot;, she murmured, taking the fork and impaling a bit of bacon like a mounted knight would impale an unarmoured longbowman. She looked at Stephanus and smiled, thinking that the name must sound very strange to him - and decided to, out of a whim, top that. \u0026quot;And I hail from the village of Yoshino-cho, part of the Daimyo of Nara in the Dai Nippon Teikoku.\u0026quot; She was actually born in Great Britain, but just telling him some english stuff wouldn\u0026apos;t have sounded nearly as impressive!\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;And... no, we actually do not eat... stuff like that too often.\u0026quot;, she said. And it wasn\u0026apos;t even a lie, she was really fond of all kinds of Asian food, and happened to be a good cook for some japanese dishes anyway. Not that would come in handy here, she reckoned, if there was a place that was even remotely similar to Japan, its trade goods would be exceptionally expensive or not be available here in the first place. \u0026quot;I would say the traditional meal is hakumai, like in sekihan for example.\u0026quot;, she explained the simple meal of rice with beans. \u0026quot;And yes, men and women are of equal status where I come from.\u0026quot;, she said, and thought about it for a second. \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s what they try to achieve, at least, the actual truth is not that easy. How about... here, in this kingdom?\u0026quot;, she said, assuming this place would have a king.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T20:59:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537124354,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  looked at Miyuki almost childishly, as she said where she is from. He had no knowledge of Earth at all, so he actually believed everything she said. He believed it all. \u0026quot;Yoshino-cho, Daimyo of Nara, Dai Nippon.... are your people some kind of Wood Elves, who lost their pointy ears?\u0026quot; His question most likely sounded weird, but it did make sense - in this world, the Wood Elves speak a language that sounds a lot like Japanese. The High Elven language, at least in its contemporary form sounds like Italian. And the Etrandish language of the kingdom they are in? Sounds like English, but with hard, rolling Rs. \u0026quot;I must say, it must be quite the interesting place, with interesting good!\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003EOff course, she was probably expecting the stuff she was saying to make no sense to him at all whatsoever. He listened intently while finishing up his portion of the eggs and bacon, downing them wine wine, then eating a bit of dates and figs. \u0026quot;Rice and beans? Oh, we have both. I know, that people in the Far East, they eat steamed rice. We eat some rice too, but... Most people just grind rice into flour, and make it into bread, like they would with wheat, rye, corn, barley and spelt. Only people of status, like me know, that that is not the only way to eat rice.\u0026quot; Oh yes. He may have been somewhat humble at other times, but he was posturing at this moment, making it known to her that he was a man of status, and that only men of status know, that some people steam rice, rather than grinding it into flour and using it to make bread and other pastries.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Men and women? Our wise king Cairbr\u0026#xE9;, grandfather of our currently reigning king Orl\u0026#xF3;nius, eliminated the last bit of distinction between menfolk and womenfolk from the laws, by declaring that even men can be victims of rape. Rape is rape, murder is murder, theft is theft, blackmail is blackmail, no matter what is between the legs of the victim or the perpetrator.\u0026quot; yes, yes, but he was misinterpreting the question she asked. That\u0026apos;s not what she meant. What she probably meant was, did women inherit land, or were there a lot of women in positions of power? And the answer is... no. Positions of power are filled almost entirely by men. Inheritance of estates favors sons over daughters. The laws may not discriminate, but society can, and often does. But he didn\u0026apos;t realize that that is what she may have been curious about.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T21:10:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537125039,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  thought about what he said about her people and wood elves, and... well, he was totally wrong of course, but one could certainly make a point about Shinto, Japan\u0026apos;s traditional religion, being way more in touch with nature than most other big religions. \u0026quot;Not quite.\u0026quot;, she answered accordingly, but still not say outright no. And by now, she was not expecting the stuff she was saying to make sense to him! She was sure by now that this was not a joke or ruse, that this was real. And as a little nerd girl, she was sure doing her best to enjoy this for as long as it could, be it a dream now or not.\u003Cbr\u003EIt actually delighted her however to hear that there were people in the far east. It did sound like there was a place like Japan! Or at least, East Asia. She could also only giggle when he made that somewhat presumptuous statement of being of higher stand.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd even though Miyuki did not yet learn about the cultural disadvantage that women were still at around here, she wouldn\u0026apos;t be surprised to learn about it later on. And to be honest, albeit to a much lesser degree, this is still the case where she came from. Not that she was complaining, women still had achieved much in only a bit more than a hundred years of struggle for their rights! But anyway.\u003Cbr\u003EThe meal was done by now, and Miyuki had managed to eat the unbelievable amount of one single stripe of bacon. \u0026quot;Would it be considered offensive if I take my food to the room? I just can\u0026apos;t eat that much that early in the morning.\u0026quot;, she said, still not knowing that it\u0026apos;s more like the middle of the night here.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T21:19:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537125585,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  shaked his head. \u0026quot;Oh no, not at all. I already paid for it, but... you better carry them in your hands. They always take the plates back. And you probably want to drink your portion of the wine right now.\u0026quot; Oh, it\u0026apos;s not offensive at all to take food back - only to take the plates and utensils with you. He forgot to mention the utensils. But he was here for her - he was here to give her a hand... except that he was going to have to use the key to unlock the door. So she has to decide, now what she wants, unless that revealing dress she is wearing has pockets - and she is willing to potentially dirty them with the food. He can\u0026apos;t think of anything just yet.\u003Cbr\u003EBut so long as he can have one hand free, he will go ahead with whatever she thinks of. In the end, they will go upstairs, unlock the door, enter his room, and lock the door once again. And then he will look at her once again. \u0026quot;So, beautiful one... Tomorrow, we will go to the bathhouse in the morning. It\u0026apos;s right in front of this tavern. But now... we should sleep.\u0026quot; He was a no-nonsense man, but even this sounded a bit raw. But right now, there is a dilenma to be faced: that there is only one bed.\u003Cbr\u003EFood? There\u0026apos;s a night stand with a single shelf she can pull out - she can put all the food in there. But beds? There is only one bed. And it is made for a single person... or two people, if they sleep close and tightly to each other. And he may be a man of chivalry, he doesn\u0026apos;t intend to sleep on the floor when he paid precisely to sleep in a bed during the night. He doesn\u0026apos;t want her to sleep on the floor either. So... there is only one solution. To him, there is nothing to be ashamed of - he simply drops the upper layer of the body covering his upper body, revealing what he was wearing underneath - a simple, white shirt, rather loose and wrinkly. \u0026quot;So... let\u0026apos;s go and sleep? It might be a bit tight, but... better make do with we have.\u0026quot; Of course, given how he is attracted to her, he is definitely open to several things...\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T21:30:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537126216,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  had a bit of a problem there though, as she was most certainly god awful at stomaching alcohol. Still, she wasn\u0026apos;t too sure how good water was around here - she knew that only recently normal water could be considered safe to drink, and earlier than that it was much safer to drink some sort of alcohol. So, she sighed, and gulped it down all at once, probably not befitting to your usual medieval royal woman. Then, she grabbed the food and started to head back to the room that they came from, intending to get there before the alcohol would kick in. Naturally, the night gown has nothing like pockets, but she manages to grab most of the food with her hands somehow, and it most certainly looked funny in a way, her with all that food in her hands.\u003Cbr\u003EThen, arrived at the room ,she listens to his words. A bathhouse! That was unexpected. She blinked at him, but eventually nodded. She put the food on said table just when he said they would have to sleep now, and that eventually made her realise the dilemma that she found herself in. \u0026quot;Huh.\u0026quot;; she made and... oh well. She didn\u0026apos;t want to make a drama out of it either, and eventually sighed, laying down next to him... still in her night gown. And in fact, she had just slept like an hour ago... but she did feel tired anyway. Trying to be as close to the edge as possible to keep as much space as possible for the chivalrous knight, she eventually closed her eyes... and for her part, she didn\u0026apos;t really do anything that was that flirtatious or sexy.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T21:39:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537126779,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  didn\u0026apos;t make much of a drama either - letting her lay down next to him, as he closed his eyes, and began to go into slumber. He didn\u0026apos;t do anything sexual first yet. They were sleeping together, but it wasn\u0026apos;t sexual at all. He didn\u0026apos;t do anything perverted - at first. But there were no guarantees to be made for what he may or may not do unconsciously during his sleep. If she was sleeping with her back against him, his hand may travel towards her butt, and stay there until the morning - unless she gets it away before he wakes up. If she sleeps with her face against him, his hand my go towards her breasts or crotch instead. Unintentionally, but still. If she was sleeping with her back being against the mattress, once again, his hand may find her breasts or crotch. Oh, and the chances of his hand unintentionally going to a place like that? Very high. Almost one hundred. In fact, probably one hundred.\u003Cbr\u003EUnless she does anything during the sleep, like slapping his hand away, putting his hand away, or even going as far as waking up and telling him to cut it off... They can have a tight sleep for the next eight to ten hours, wake up being interrupted by the sunlight. But if she decides to react to his totally unintentional sleep-groping in a more positive, sexual way... He is perfectly willing to play along with that either.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T21:49:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537127367,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  was a rather deep sleeper, just like her, so he didn\u0026apos;t even notice the cuddling, or having her face against his chest, no, not until the morning was starting to come in to wake him up. Still, he decided to make the first move, and rather than yawning or trying to get her off him, he first started by kissing her forehead, keeping his hands on her breasts, squeezed, as she was cuddling close to him, her face against his chest. Whether she woke up to this or not, he made his next attempt to pull her closer up to him, and kiss her on the lips. If she didn\u0026apos;t put up any resistance, he would go on to deepen it into a tongue-kiss while one of his hands would go towards her hip first, then her butt. But if she did put up resistance, all of this would be aborted, and he\u0026apos;d try to get up as soon as he can.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T21:59:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537127972,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  did, in fact, not wake up by the kisses on her forehead alone, but the kisses on her lips did, albeit very slowly. She moaned into the kiss though, with her high pitched cute voice. Her eyes still closed, she felt the lips on hers, and... instinctively opened up her own lips, making the tongue-kiss even more inviting and more accessible for Stephanus. Throughout the night, her night gown had been pushed up quite a bit, revealing most of her intimate parts by now, but being distracted through the kiss, Stephanus probahbly didn\u0026apos;t know just yet, but he would soon feel it with his hands when they would get any lower than her hips.\u003Cbr\u003EEventually, Miyuki opened up her eyes, blinking, moaning into the kiss once more... but given how good it felt, she didn\u0026apos;t do anything to stop the kiss either. At the same time though, she did not really kiss back...\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T22:03:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537128214,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  kept licking her tongue, with one hand on her hips, the other on her breasts. Slowly, but surely, his two hands would co-ordinate an attempt to grab her, pulling her a bit closer to him. After that, a hand of his makes an attempt to explore the area around Miyuki\u0026apos;s crotch. If he finds it, and if it is bare, then he makes an attempt to at the very least have his pants lowered to reveal that his crotch was covered by a loincloth, trying to get rid of even that. If not, he first has to make an attempt to remove clothing. If none of this was possible, then he simply has to be content kissing her and rubbing her torso or hips.\u003Cbr\u003EOnly if both individual\u0026apos;s genitalia can be exposed will he make an attempt to change his position to be physically above her, but still do his best to keep kissing her through all this time. That was the first priority - to keep kissing her like that.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T22:09:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537128567,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  \u0026apos;s crotch was, indeed, bare, for there was no reason for her to wear anything other than the gown when she was livin alone at home. So there he was, having both their crotches exposed, and trying to go on top of her. Still a bit dozy Miyuki only slowly realised what he was up to, and gasped for air... and... and... she was really honoured by it and truth be told, she was wet at this point, not just moist. But there was one thing that she wanted to make sure.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;What if I say no?\u0026quot;, she murmured between the kisses and looked up to him with big eyes... moving her hands to his chest as if to push him away.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T22:13:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537128837,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  thought things were going smoothly until just now. But sadly... that dream had to be shattered. \u0026apos;What if I say no?\u0026apos; - he wasn\u0026apos;t sure how to answer. The difference between a virgin like him, and an experienced man, was the ability to recognize whether she was genuinely resisting or simply baiting him in. But him, as a virgin, had no idea. He didn\u0026apos;t know whether he should tell her that he\u0026apos;d respect her desire not to consent, or whether he should pretend to be a badboy who doesn\u0026apos;t care. What\u0026apos;s the right answer to her question? Where\u0026apos;s the fine line between being a rapist and being a sexy badboy? His lack of experience meant he had no idea.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll try to convince you?\u0026quot; he asked sarcastically, winking at her, staying where he was, not going closer to her, not pushing it in, but not going away either. This was the best he could come up with. He didn\u0026apos;t have anything wittier to say. He was hoping this would work... but he had no real hopes there. Guess they aren\u0026apos;t losing their virginity this morning, are they?\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T22:18:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537129116,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  smiled at him, though. There was some... some weird connection that she really felt with with him. And his answer was perfect, too. All she wanted to hear was that he wouldn\u0026apos;t do it without her consent, like he had claimed earlier today. But still... losing virginity was a bigger thing for a girl than for a boy, even more so in medieval times. She didn\u0026apos;t feel ready to have that with a man she had just met yesterday. She smiled though, lifted her head again to plaace a tiny, but cute kiss on his lips. \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s all I wanted to hear. But I\u0026apos;m not ready yet, okay? In fact, I\u0026apos;m really fucking embarassed you saw my pussy. You\u0026apos;re the first guy to do that!\u0026quot;, she says and giggles nervously. Eventually, though, feeling bad for not doing something for him, she gave him a second cute kiss... and then slowly moved herself beneath him, and unless he stopped her she would try to kiss her waz down, first his chin, then his chest, then his belly... and eventually it was her chin that would touch his cock, and she started to kiss him there, starting from his stem, tiny kisses to his cockhead... where she made her lips linger, and turned it into something of a tongue kiss against his cockhead.\u003Cbr\u003EShe was so nervous. First time she had a cock against her lips... and she was actually surprised how hard and hot it felt to the touch. But it felt... nice.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T22:24:30.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537129470,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  wasn\u0026apos;t really sad about being cheated of his chance to have vaginal sex with Miyuki - after all, they may have other opportunities too, right? Plus, she was smiling at him, and he was a hopeless romantic. Seeing her smile like that was probably an even greater pleasure than sex. Not that he knew how sex feels, given how they just blew their chance to do it. But hey, she was rewarding him! First by a kiss on the lips - which he returned passionately, Still, she was confusing him with all the talking about fucks and pussies. Is that what he calls her feminine cave of wonders? But he is quick to catch on. \u0026quot;Let\u0026apos;s hope I\u0026apos;m the last one to see your cave of wonders.\u0026quot; he joked and smiled at her. \u003Cbr\u003EHe made no attempts to stop her from going down, figuring that she was going to give him something special... something almost as good as sex. If not even better. And he wasn\u0026apos;t wrong. Having her head against his chest, his belly, then finally his cock, all made him moan. Then he kissed it. She started kissing it. She was licking it. This made him moan, and realize that he should do something to reward her - he immediately began taking his hand onto her head, rubbing it. Sure, she may not appreciate him unintentionally making her hair messy by rubbing her head, but he didn\u0026apos;t think about that - he was rubbing her head as a reward for giving him something special like, something special that is making him moan.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T22:31:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537129861,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  was considered to be timid as far as choice of words go in her own world, but here, she might be called... imaginative, probably.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;One day you will. But we just met, right? Can\u0026apos;t let you into my... temple of love just yet.\u0026quot;, she said with a chuckle, trying to mimick his choice of words now.\u003Cbr\u003EAs far as her hair were concerned, so shortly after waking up they were a wild and uncombed mess anyway, so there was not much that he could ruin. Besides, mirrors were probably not easy to come by in a tavern like this, even if they were more common like they would be in her world\u0026apos;s medieval ages. But no, she didn\u0026apos;t mind. In fact, she was just enjoying how noisy he was about his approval - it made her really happy to hear him moan. So, she wasn\u0026apos;t doing that bad! She started moving her lips a little bit up and down his cock head, never more than just his head in her mouth as she went back and forth from sucking him into her mouth and just kissing his head. He was still over her like that, and it felt... somewhat comfortable and secure, in a way, as if he was her shield that guarded her from the evils of the world. Even when she was sucking his cock like that... it felt... comforting.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T22:35:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537130159,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  - even when she wasn\u0026apos;t exactly taking it all in - felt contented and pleasured. He couldn\u0026apos;t help it - it was his first time. Having his battering ram of seeds kissed and licked like that was good enough for him, because he had nothing else to compare it to. If he had more experience, if he bedded his fair share of women, he might have admonished her for being nervous, or might would have forced her to take it all in, or forced her to deepthroat. But since he had no experience, he didn\u0026apos;t do any of that. He lied back, rubbed her head, made it known that he was enjoying it via his moans, and that was basically it. He may have unintentionally pushed, or rather, pulled her head closer towards his crotch in the process of rubbing her head, but he made absolutely no intentional moves to make her take it in any further than she already did - with just the head in her mouth. \u003Cbr\u003EHe felt like... It was hard to describe. He felt like he was protecting a princess of a sort. A woman with divine beauty, a really cute voice, gorgeous eyes, a smile that can seduce even the most stone-hearted, and all sorts of complements he could make up and poetize about her, if he wasn\u0026apos;t in a state that prevented him from thinking clearly, let alone writing poetry. But rest assured, he was very much attracted to her, and saw her as an image of perfection.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T22:43:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537130630,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  felt his hand keeping carressing her, and sometimes his instincts seemed to get the better off him and she felt his hand push her deeper and closer. Overall, however, she wouldn\u0026apos;t have to take him too deep... she felt that she wasn\u0026apos;t quite used to it just yet, and even though she made a promise to herself in her thoughts to practise this until she could take all of him, this wasn\u0026apos;t the time for that just yet. So there she was, licking and suckling on what was basically a stranger\u0026apos;s cock. One she definitely felt a strong connection with, one whose moans made her heart warm and race in excitement however. Her hands were just next to his cock, she was too nervous and inexperienced to think of using them to fondle his balls or anything even more creative. However, she did moan occasionally, feeling quite a bit of sexual pleasure by just giving this to him.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T22:48:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537130921,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  didn\u0026apos;t need much longer to eventually come. Come where? Well, come, as in, erupt like a volcano, but shooting not rocks, but a hot, sticky, transparent, white-ish liquid. Can\u0026apos;t blame him. He had no experience, it was a miracle he lasted even this long without ejaculating into her mouth. In fact. Some men this lacking in experience might even ejaculate it before anything can happen, or the moment she lays her hands on it. So he ended up erupting, accompanied by a grunting moan that in many ways is reminiscent to a lion\u0026apos;s roar, albeit much quiter. Not even paying attention to where it would land, probably into her mouth or onto her tongue, he just watched. Then it all came to an end. He looked at her, smiling, trying to gather his energy and breath.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;That was... amazing....\u0026quot; he said with a heavy breathing. And it really was, to him. It really was. But what\u0026apos;s next? He can\u0026apos;t just stand up like that. That would be awkward. There has to be some kind of outro, or something... no? Nothing? Well, he can always simply return to rubbing her head, pull her closer to himself, maybe kiss her forehead, her nose, her cheek... but not her lips. No, not after this. Oh no, no.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T22:54:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537131265,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  \u0026apos;s first reaction to his eruption was to pull back, actually. She had not expected it, had not the slightest clue how to read the actually obvious signs that he was about to erupt. Thus, a good part of it just landed on her face, before she realised what was happening, wrapped her lips around his cockhead again, and let the rest of his ejaculation end in her mouth. When he was done, she slowly opened her eyes, weirdly enough only noticing now that she had closed them and was so focussed on feeling how he was ejaculating in her mouth. His kisses, though, were still a good bit away from his semen on her face... her porcellain coloured beautiful face, now decorated with one single streak of his white-ish liquid.\u003Cbr\u003EShe felt... weirdly blessed, consecrated, and polluted and dirty at the same time. But she was happy. She smiled. She had made her very first man cum, and that rather quickly. She was proud. But... she didn\u0026apos;t know what to do either, so she just laid there, smiling happily like a fool up to him.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T22:59:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537131592,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  decided, that before getting up, he should at the very least give her some comfort. As she was just lying there, just like him, he decided to take his hand onto her chest, and simply rub. In fact, if he was close enough to rub both of her breasts, with both of his hands, he did that. Why not? Some afterplay never hurts. In fact, he might as well decide to pleasure her just like she did to him, and try to do for her what she did to him! And so he made his elaborate plan, to migrate his mouth and his hands in chain. First rubbing her breasts, then kissing her breasts while rubbing her hips, eventually all-out sucking on one of her breasts, so long as she didn\u0026apos;t stop him. Then trying to make a move on her crotch once again, but not with his battering ram, but with his mouth. Off course, if she did stop him, he\u0026apos;d be content with her breasts. In fact, he actually prefers her breasts. So soft and squishy, so good to kiss and suckle on.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T23:04:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537131883,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  did not outright hinder him, but the moment his hands touched her breasts, her nipples became even harder than they already were. And when his lips hit her nipples, she just wrapped her arms around his head and kept him in place, keeping him from going further down in the process.\u003Cbr\u003EShe actually twitched from getting touched there, throwing her head back and moaning loudly and cutely; it was a sensational feeling to her, incredibly intense, way more than she had ever anticipated or dreamt of. She was actually so very embarrassed by how loud she was, but at the same time, she couldn\u0026apos;t keep herself from doing it anyway!\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T23:08:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537132089,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  liked the fact that he wasn\u0026apos;t stopped at all. Truth be told, this was a golden opportunity for him. A golden opportunity, to sneak in his battering ram into her cave of wonders, while she was too busy moaning loudly and cutely, throwing her head back, as a result him licking her nipples and suckling on her breasts. Sure, it may not be entirely comfortable, but it was possible. The question was - would he do it? He previously made it clear that he respected her consent, and sought her consent, no matter what... but wasn\u0026apos;t this moaning a sign of consent? Maybe.... \u003Cbr\u003EOne thing is certain - he would continue to suckle on her left breast, with her arms wrapped around his head, hoping that she is enjoying it at least as much as he enjoyed her giving him a blowjob. Will he try to use this opportunity to push it in, or rather, sneak it in? He does make an awkward, half-assed attempt, but nothing further. Anything to block it, and he doesn\u0026apos;t even try.\n",               "date": "2018-09-16T23:12:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537132357,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  was so distracted by the sensational new feeling of someone\u0026apos;s lips around her nipples that she did not notice him shifting his body once again to penetrate her anyway. Even if it was an half-assed attempt, it was one, and one that could easily turn into the real thing if he\u0026apos;s lucky... or she comes closer to him all by herself. When she does feel his head against her lips though, she gasps for air and breaks the hug around Stephanus\u0026apos; head to look down... and closes her mouth again, chewing on her lower lip... and laying there, vibrating softly... before she eventually squeals out softly, closes her eyes, and spreads her legs further. And if that wasn\u0026apos;t enough to say that she\u0026apos;s lusty and greedy enough to consent, then her rising hips may, making his cock slide down her lips, down to her actual cave, making the very tip of his cockhead dip the tiniest bit into her warm, wet and exceptionally tight... pussy.\n",               "date": "2018-09-17T09:37:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537169836,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  no longer even needed to suck on her breasts - he broke the barrier, he entered her temple of love with his battering ram, he got inside. And then he got out. And back inside again. And out again. And inside again. That is how he went. He may have been a virgin, but he had enough instinct to know, that this is how people did it. To go in and out and an ever accelerating rate. He sure moaned while doing it. And it sounded like she did too. So that\u0026apos;s how he lost his virginity. Earlier on, she claimed that he was the very first person to even lay his eyes on her snatch - if that is true, than she lost her virginity right now too. Quite ironic, that this all started as an afterplay, after the main course, but ended up turning into something even bigger, making whatever came before it, the foreplay. The well-oiled staff had no trouble going into that wet, humid, but rather tight cave, and getting out. Off course, as it went on, he did make his attempt to get it in as deep as he could, not just fast.\n",               "date": "2018-09-17T09:43:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537170182,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  arched her back when he first entered her, the pain flashing through her body; but soon the pain went away, and left nothing but the most enjoyable thing she had ever felt. She wrapped her arms around him, and soon her legs, probably making it a bit harder for him to actually have sex with her, but she just needed to be as close to him as possible, and something inside of her also wanted him to be as deep as possible. So when he eventually did just that, she pressed hercute face against his chest and moaned out more loudly than before. Her long, by the way unpainted fingernails slightly dug into his back, while her hips kept vibrating ever so softly, showing how much she was enjoying this act of intercourse.\n",               "date": "2018-09-17T09:46:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537170363,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  didn\u0026apos;t have a harder time when she wrapped herself around him. In fact, quite the opposite - she just made his job much easier. Now he could go inside as deep as he could, and as fast as he could, not having to compromise speed of penetration and depth of penetration. Off course, his moans of pleasure did temporarily turn into groans of pain, as her nails bit into his skin... but it was about as temporary as the pain she must have felt when her hymen was punctured like a punchcard. Her moans only encouraged him to keep going in, and going in he continued to do, moaning himself. Sadly, he couldn\u0026apos;t look at her cute face, since she pressed it against his chest, but he had nothing to complain about.\n",               "date": "2018-09-17T09:48:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537170520,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  started to lick and kiss his chest, eventually lifting her head from this little hiding place that his chest was for her... only to keep licking and kissing, but this time it was his lips that received her love. She had her eyes closed, and couldn\u0026apos;t really make a long lasting tongue kiss; for that ,she had to moan and catch for breath too much. The room was filled with the scent of sex by now; and it was filled not only with the noises of their moans, but with the distincitve sound of flesh pounding against each other, too. To her, it was just pure wonder. Her tits slightly bounced with each thrust into her, jiggling in the very same rhythm that he used to make her feel so much better than she ever had.\n",               "date": "2018-09-17T09:53:13.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537170793,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  did, in fact kiss her back, while pounding her at the same time, though it was rather awkward and clumsy. All in all, he was having a great time, so was she, but everything has to come to an end at one time. He continued to pound her, pound her and pound her, making her breasts jiggle, and eventually.... eventually, \u0026apos;it\u0026apos; happened again. The eruption. Or was it? He only felt himself somehow released, all of the sudden feeling released, feeling like he took some kind of drug. Whether there was white liquid coming out or not, he wasn\u0026apos;t so sure - he didn\u0026apos;t pull out, so he wouldn\u0026apos;t know. But it can be assumed, that after releasing at least once before, if there was liquid, it was blanks, rather than live bullets. He was hoping that she would feel the same kind of release that he did, but after this... all he did was leave the battering ram in the cave, for now, and keep himself in the same position he was in, so that he could get at least one good look at her.\u003Cbr\u003EOnly after that, he would roll next to her to breathe heavily, and keep breathing heavily for the next couple of minutes.\n",               "date": "2018-09-17T10:00:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537171228,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  felt very satisfied and relieved, even though she had not cum yet. It did not matter though, what she had felt was still so very amazing that it needed no orgasmto make her happier than she ever was before. She looked at him while he was still above her, with big cute eyes and her mouth still open, only to roll on top of him when he collapsed on his own back. His batter ram resting against her left upper thigh, she start placing little kisses on his chest again, wet and numerous. All the time she was looking up to him, her hair sometimes hiding her face until she moved the strands back out of her face so she could look at him. Her heavy, big breasts were squished between them, a feeling that was strangely comfortable to her. \u0026quot;This... that was... breathtaking.\u0026quot;, she eventually murmured quietly, enjoying his body heat against her.\n",               "date": "2018-09-17T10:05:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537171511,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  felt very satisfied and relieved too. And he especially loved having her big, squishy breasts being against his body. \u0026quot;It was... amazing. You are the best...\u0026quot; said the knight. It was his first time. And hers too. They had nothing else to compare it to. So off course, they considered it amazing. He enjoyed having her stacked on top of him for the time being, but he promised her earlier on, that he would take her to the bathhouse. Still, he had no problem letting her rest atop him, as he himself was breathing heavily. Only after a couple of minutes would he begin speaking again.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;So... remember what I promised? That I\u0026apos;d take you to the bathhouse? After that, I\u0026apos;ll buy you some proper clothing too. But before all of that... we should have some breakfast.\u0026quot; he said, while simultaneously rubbing her head with his hand. He made no efforts to stand up, or even sit up. No. Only after she did, would he do it. And if she sits up first, he makes a move to kiss her on the lips before sitting up himself. Only then can they stand up.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd after standing up, comes the time to stretch himself, having finally get out of the bed, to take on his clothes, and think about what he may do about her immodesty... Sure, that night gown was allright downstairs, but the city is going to be colder, and people will be less likely to overlook this immodesty. He does have a cape he can and will give to her... but only after they both get out of the bed. While they\u0026apos;re still in bed, all he does is rub her head.\n",               "date": "2018-09-17T10:12:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537171972,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  had no intentions to break this nice cuddle, however. She just stayed right on top of him, occasionally kissing his chest, but overall just staying there, here eyes occasionally closing again as she\u0026apos;s so comfortable that she\u0026apos;s actually more endangered to fall asleep again. So, no way he was able to get up without actually pushing her off of him. The most she did was shifting upwards a bit, her nipples running over Stephanus\u0026apos; skin, so she can cuddle her head against his shoulder instead. \u0026quot;Not... not trying to sound greedy or anything, but... would it be out of the ordinary to have sex in the bathhouse again?\u0026quot;, she asked with a big smile, before placing another kiss on his chin. \u0026quot;Do you think they have clothing in my sizes?\u0026quot;, she asked him, as she was seriously worried. Size-wise, she was probably closer to a very tall dwarf, but not quite, still well within the accepted size ranges of a normal human in this world. In contrary to most peasant girls that have not yet given birth yet, she did have a well developed breast... overall, she feared her measurement were a bit unusual for these times.\n",               "date": "2018-09-17T10:21:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537172461,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  - being unable to stand up - kept rubbing her head, and answered her questions. \u0026quot;So long as we don\u0026apos;t make much noise...\u0026quot; he said to her, kissing her lips after answered that. \u0026quot;I think they do. Why wouldn\u0026apos;t they?\u0026quot; he said. Truth be told, in these times, most clothes weren\u0026apos;t simply bought. They were ordered. People placed orders at tailors, possibly providing the base materials themselves. When clothes were being sold in the markets, they were either used, or they were exquisite enough to compell its creator to show it off and sell it to the highest bidder. Did they have clothing for her size? For her exact size, probably not... but roughly for her size? Definitely. Still, he kissed her lips once again, this time trying to turn it into a longer tongue-kiss, where their tongues dance with each other for at least ten seconds. He can use the kiss to distract her, grab her hips, and try to sit up together with her, while they are still kissing. Sitting up is the first step to standing up. And if the kissing won\u0026apos;t cease, he can have her in his arms while standing up, still kissing her.\u003Cbr\u003EHaving finally stood up, he will gradually cease the kiss, put her down, and finally, finally get to dressing up - if she didn\u0026apos;t interrupt him again, that is.\n",               "date": "2018-09-17T10:27:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537172862,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  did not interrupt him, but she kept kissing until he eventually broke the kiss. She stood there, still tasting him on her lips, but smiling up to him and wondering what the heck she was doing here. \u0026quot;You know, I think it\u0026apos;s clear by now, but I didn\u0026apos;t come here on purpose. Whatever happened to me, whatever sent me here, I have no idea why. But I guess it was on purpose to send me into your arms.\u0026quot;, she whispered before putting the night gown back into place. \u0026quot;Properly\u0026quot; clothed again, she stepped back to him to place yet another tiny kiss on his lips, and then tried her best to help him to get properly dressed too... probably an especially welcoming gesture if he was putting on his armour, too.\n",               "date": "2018-09-17T10:32:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537173126,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  definitely welcomed the gesture. Sure, he had access to magic, he could have used it to put on his armour, he could have used the opportunity to demonstrate it to Miyuki... but he chose not to. Instead, he welcomed her gesture of helping her put everything on. He decided not to wear a cape this time, but instead hand it over her, so she can cover herself up better - not just because her night gown is immodest, but also because the city is not going to be as warm as this building. Outside, it\u0026apos;s going to get cold, and even with her being given a cape to cover herself up, they\u0026apos;ll still have to hurry up to not get cold. So in the end, they exited the room, locked it once again, went downstairs, where the old routine would follow.\u003Cbr\u003EStephanus getting Miyuki to an empty table, telling her to stay there, him walking towards the bar to talk to the bald bartender who was egoistic enough to name this tavern after himself and his wooden left hand, pay, hand back the key, and then come back to Miyuki. As it was the morning, no music was playing. Far fewer patrons were around. But still, quite a few of them had sharp, elven ears. Since there was no music, or massive gossiping around to drown out whatever Steph and Salashi were talking about, Miyuki could have made out what they were talking about - he asked for two mugs of \u0026apos;hash tea\u0026apos;, with bread, butter, cheese and slices smoked beef. Only now, did he remember, that Miyuki still left some food - dried figs and dates, bread, eggs and bacon - in the room. But it was too late to go back now... at best, they can eat it as lunch, when they inevitably come back from bathing and shopping.\u003Cbr\u003EOut of all the food he ordered, hash tea might sound the most foreign and exotic. Nevertheless, he came back to the table, sitting right next to Miyuki, as he did yesterday.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;This one might take longer, but the tea is going to be fresh.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-09-17T10:41:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537173679,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  followed him... somewhat obediently even downstairs, and also waited for him to order what he had to order. As for the food that Stephanus thought was still upstairs, she actually had thought of it, also thought of bringing it with her, but in the end... she was a little spoiled, and she knew that there was fresher food downstairs. She didn\u0026apos;t really know if magic was a thing in this world or not just yet, but she got the feeling that it wasn\u0026apos;t as much of a society of scarcity as her middle ages were.\u003Cbr\u003EShe did however not listen to what he had to say when he ordered. In fact, she was deep in thoughts with herself. She asked herself... why she had sex with him. She did not regret it at all, in the slightest, which was actually the thing that bothered her the most .She barely knew the guy, and yet, it felt so right and nice to do it just there. And truth be told; she actually felt like doing it all over again. On the tables of the inn right here and there, if he wanted to. Well, maybe not really, but she\u0026apos;d do it for him, she guessed. But why? Why on earth would she? That really, really confused her to death.\u003Cbr\u003EIn the end, she went back to him. \u0026quot;Can I help you with that stuff?\u0026quot;, she asked and smiled at him, pointing at the food he had brought with him. The tea actually did not really catch her attention, for now.\n",               "date": "2018-09-19T17:06:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537369607,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  looked at Miyuki a bit confused, since he did not bring any food with himself at all - he merely ordered food. In fact, he even said that the food is going to take a bit longer to get prepared this time. But he could already smell the tea from afar. \u0026quot;Help me with what?\u0026quot; he asked, before walking closer to her, taking his hand onto hers, kissing her on the lips, then leading her back to the table, empty-handed.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Sweetheart, our food is not ready yet... It is going to take a bit of time, possibly even longer than yesterday.\u0026quot; he told her, taking his hand onto her lap, and kissing her on the lips once again, now that they are sitting next to each other, then taking his hand onto her face, and rubbing her cheek. He lost his virginity to her. Truth be told, she is drop-dead gorgeous, he enjoyed it a lot, but he didn\u0026apos;t imagine that it would go this way. He imagined that he would have to spend years courting her, asking for her hand, and then finally spend the first night with her after the wedding ceremony, where they both lose it. But he didn\u0026apos;t mind it. He may have only met her yesterday, but he already considered her wife material. Men, right?\u003Cbr\u003EAnd indeed, after some waiting, the food finally came, transported not by Stephanus, but by one of the barmaids. Buttered bread with cheese and slices of smoked beef, with some kind of hot liquid in two mugs that smelled like... if Miyuki had smoked weed before, it must have smelled like a mixture of tea and weed to her. If she didn\u0026apos;t, it must have smelled like some exotic kind of tea to her. Hash tea, that\u0026apos;s how it was called in this land.\n",               "date": "2018-09-19T17:13:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537370032,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  \u0026quot;I, uh...\u0026quot;, was all that answered after that little error. It appears that the saying was true, and that love did render one blind. The thought made her blush, and on her porcellain skin that was easily visible. Especially probably for Stephanus as he came closer to kiss her.\u003Cbr\u003EEmbarrassed to death, she cuddled and buried her face against his shoulder, halfway hiding it, hoping the blush on her cheeks would go away faster. It did not. In fact, it stayed all the way until the barmaids came along and served the food, and Miyuki still fellt the warmth on her cheeks.\n",               "date": "2018-09-19T17:16:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537370207,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  The hot burning that he knew so well to cause on her cheeks, apparently.\u003Cbr\u003ETo make things worse, the barmaid looked at Stephanus in a way that she didn\u0026apos;t like, and for more than a split second she felt jealousy rise in her chest, something that she quickly made sure to suppress. She had no reason to be jealous, right? She bit her lower lip and swallowed down the feelings that raised in her, and instead... well, maybe it was still a reaction to the looks the barmaid gave her, but she put a big kiss on his lips before turning to the food.\u003Cbr\u003EAs for the tea - no, she had stayed away from that for all her life. In fact, as mentioned earlier, she doesn\u0026apos;t stomach alcohol well at all either; which is why she generally stayed away from even that. So she had not the slightest clue what she was smelling.\n",               "date": "2018-09-19T17:19:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537370377,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  did in fact notice that Miyuki seemed a bit jealous. He did not know why. He had no idea. But he made an effort to kiss her on the lips again, to make her suspicions go away. Then patted her head, and said. \u0026quot;Allright, let\u0026apos;s eat. We have a long day ahead of us, sweetheart...\u0026quot; he figured that calling her sweetheart would make her even more apreciative. And he did in fact, begin eating one of the slices of bread, with its butter, beef and cheese. It was a rather modest breakfast, this time a amount so small that even Miyuki should be able to eat all of her portion. Then he downs it... or at least, would down it with the tea, if it wasn\u0026apos;t for the fact that it is so hot, and that he has to gradually sip it. He seems to like it.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Hash tea. Very delicious.\u0026quot; he commented. It was basically cannabis-infused tea... which is basically combining tea with the most harmless drug that has ever existed, one that has extremely mild effects, such as temporary impairment of short-term memory, temporary slowness, mellowness, lack of stress, etc. Completely unnecessary, given that they aren\u0026apos;t stressed at all in the moment.\u003Cbr\u003ENevertheless, while eating and drinking, he keeps looking at her. He doesn\u0026apos;t know what to say, so he just randomly goes on and starts rubbing her head, for no reason at all whatsoever.\n",               "date": "2018-09-19T17:25:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537370700,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  smiled at him. Would she be able to see herself, she\u0026apos;d say she looked at him like a schoolgirl that has fallen in love for the first time and tell herself to fuck the calm down. Then again, that was exactly what the tea was for, so while HE might not need it, she kinda does? Plus, never having been subject to such drugs, she may react a bit harsher than usual. We\u0026apos;ll see. (and given the roll, she won\u0026apos;t)\u003Cbr\u003EShe sipped on the tea herself, and she was used to drinking her tea - in her case, Jasmine all day long! - hot, so she was indeed able to finish it faster than Stephanus. As for the breakfast, as proved to be a challenge, but she eventually finished it all, albeit in this case, much slower than her... new... whatever he was to her. Boyfriend? Companion? Saviour? Actually, all of that, she guessed.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;So...\u0026quot;; she said, after swallowing down the last piece of the breakfast. \u0026quot;Where are you... I mean... we... headed anyway? Are the roads dangerous around here?\u0026quot;, she asked him with quite a bit of worry in her voice.\n",               "date": "2018-09-19T17:30:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537371045,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  looked a bit confused at her again. Was she this forgetful? He did tell her before, that he intentended to take her to the market to buy proper clothing for her, then take her to the bathhouse and take a hot, steamy bath... and possibly have sex again, which is more of her desire than his. Still, he was patient, and answered to her patiently. \u0026quot;We are headed to the market, where I will buy proper clothing for you, my love. Then, we will head to the bathhouse, where we shall take a hot bath... We need it.\u0026quot; he told her. Truth be told, there was still one more thing to do before they could leave. And that is to retrieve any items they left in their room.\u003Cbr\u003ESo he kissed her on the lips once again, then her nose, then took her hand, standing up and leading her back up to their room... where he will first and foremost open their night stand, where they put the food from yesterday. He will take all of it into a haversack, then check if they left anything in the room, anything that belongs to them. After all was made sure, he would grab her hand gently again, exit the room, lock the door, go downstairs, go to the bar to hand the key back to Salashi, and finally, finally exit the building!\u003Cbr\u003EFor the first time, Miyuki will see the city for herself - a medieval city with buildings made out of stone, most people wearing medieval-looking clothes, most people walking, but some people being transported by either horse-drawn carriages, man-drawn rickshaws, or man-carried litters... and sometimes golem-drawn or golem-carried instead. That\u0026apos;s right. Some people are travelling by sitting on the shoulders of walking, animated statues! That must be scary to a first-timer, unless she has seen robots before.\u003Cbr\u003EBut Stephanus does not give too much time for Miyuki to wonder at all of this - he is taking her to the stables nearby, where his horse is \u0026apos;parked\u0026apos;. That\u0026apos;s right... they are going to be travelling on horseback.\n",               "date": "2018-09-19T17:37:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537371442,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Miyuki Hayashida  shook her head. She still remembered THAT part. In fact, she was looking forward to it. But when she had asked that question she had more.... longterm plans in mind. The knight surely was headed somewhere before she suddenly showed up in his room. \u0026quot;Nono, I mean, yes, please, I look forward to that...\u0026quot;; she whispered and put her hands on his chest to softly massage him best she could through his armour. WHich was probably not at all. \u0026quot;I meant more, long term. As in... where were you actually headed before I came into your life? ARe you still planning on going there? If not, where will you take me then? I just wonder about this world, you know.\u0026quot;, she asked. Stephanus probably still thought she came from the lands far east, so the usage of \u0026quot;world\u0026quot; was... not too unusual, given how this term was used in Miyuki\u0026apos;s own world for the \u0026quot;New\u0026quot; and \u0026quot;Old\u0026quot; world, but still something one might wonder about. \u003Cbr\u003EThat golems were used as mounts wasn\u0026apos;t too unusual for her. Sure, she still was in awe and surprised by the image that was shown to her, but it was nothing that totally threw her off. She\u0026apos;s read plenty of books, and most and foremost, it was probably good old Terry Pratchett that would have prepared her for the most weird stuff. If it\u0026apos;s weird, Lord Pterry has probably thought of it. And that meant, she had probably read it. She still blinked, shooked her head, but eventually followed her knight - since he was the one who knew where to go, fater all.\n",               "date": "2018-09-19T17:43:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537371825,                "user": "Miyuki Hayashida"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  was unsure how to reply to her. \u0026quot;Long-term? Well, you see, sweetheart...\u0026quot; then he had to sigh... oh boy, how can he explain this to her? How can he even start? \u0026quot;I am someone whose profession requires him to travel a lot, to dangerous places. I\u0026apos;m a paladin. My profession is to fight evil, to defend justice, and defend innocent people from... from evil monsters, like undead, and demons, and those who use Dark Magic.\u0026quot; There. He revealed it to her - magic is real in this world. \u0026quot;I \u0026apos;live\u0026apos; in the barracks within my order\u0026apos;s headquarters less than an hour of walking away from this city, but I very often come to the city to buy things, to sleep in a more comfortable bed, and solve problems here. However, when duty calls, I am sent to places far away, where my survival is never guaranteed.\u0026quot; He was a no-nonense man who told all of this to her rather fast and straight, saying it like it was the most matter-of-fact thing ever. Except it wasn\u0026apos;t.\u003Cbr\u003EStill, when they reached the stables, he mounted his horse - a white mare - and then pulled Miyuki with himself, making her sit in front of him after he put his feet into the stirrups. He wasn\u0026apos;t sure if she has ever ridden a horse before, but he knew what he was doing - and he was \u0026apos;driving\u0026apos; the horse out of the stables, into the city, and then onto other parts of the city... like the markets, where they are headed. Now she has more opportunities to check out the city, to check out how people dress, how everyone looks... and sometimes see things that are best left unseen, like greens-kinned men in chains, slaves, as well as guardsmen with medieval weapons escorting criminals. The police in action, basically. This is the Middle Ages, where crime rates are abysmally high by modern standards.\n",               "date": "2018-09-19T17:50:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537372210,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            }        ],        "sectionName": "Grandfolk, The Left Hand of Salashi"    } ]