“No, it won't," Jadrik firmly stated.

Gazing at the wizardess and the dwarf in turn, the warlock testily explained: "Just so you two know, I read in the Alchemist Guild's Weekly Gazette that sunlight and sunburn and most things sun-related are in fact grievously noxious to the skin and can cause all sorts of horrifying maladies."

“That doesn't sound like a real thing, Jad," the wizardess replied, arching a thin eyebrow.

“It is! They are already experimenting the effects of protracted exposure to sunlight on gnomes, with disquieting results! And by the way," he went on, reaching his long fingers to caress the wizardess's smooth beautiful visage, “a soft, delicate and porcelain-hued skin like your own is especially at risk, Shay."

“Is that so?" the wizardess asked, smiling as she met the warlock's expressive brown eyes.

“Yes, absolutely! Maybe we should lather it with some sort of emollient," Jadrik grinned allusively, staring into her deep blue eyes. Then, pointing at his bulging groin, he suggested only half-jokingly: "I think I have just the perfect cream for you here. It will make your face all wet and moisturized, we only have to coax it out..

Snickering back at him while she enjoyed the suggestive innuendo, Shayla unconsciously pressed her pussy harder into the saddle to stimulate her clit as she replied: “Promises, promises... Truth is, you're just a crybaby when it comes to being outdoors. You've always been, Jad."

“Of course! I am firmly against the outdoors in general," the warlock proclaimed vehemently.

“I save my strength for indoor activities, as you well know, my adorable slut. I focus mostly on bedroom action because, well, I'm a romantic..." he said in an exaggerated purr that Shayla found comical enough to earn a laugh and a roll of her sparkling blue eyes.

She didn't protest at all as Jadrik's hand traced the finely-embroidered neckline of her tunic and his digits slipped inside the tight-fitting cloth, cupping a jiggly, heavy tit.

"Still," Jadrik added, fondling Shayla's juicy jug and tweaking her puffy, hardening nipple as she glared at him but didn't stop him, “in the right company any room will do. And even the outdoors, very exceptionally, might be fine. Like the shadows under that tree over there, for instance..."

A clanging crash of metal interrupted Jadrik's antics and made the three companions' gazes turn forward.

Face down in the middle of the road, with his helmet-clad head and part of his chest immersed in a huge pile of horse shit, Aldarius lay unconscious and motionless while his noble destrier kept steadily clomping on without him. The knight's blessed plate armor was so visibly heated up that cooking an egg on it would be no issue. Only a few nervous twitches of his passed out, dangerously dehydrated body proved that Al wasn't dead just yet, much to Jadrik's disappointment.

“There! Sunstroke, as predicted!" Uli boomed, laughing as he spurred his mule to trot ahead toward Aldarius. While he uncurled a length of rope, ready to drag the collapsed crusader the rest of the way to the village, the dwarf couldn't help but shake his head and snort in derision.

“Bah! Paladins..."

“can I bring you something else?" the pretty daughter of the innkeeper asked as she gathered the empty platters from the companions’ table.

“Aye, more beer of course!" Uli winked at the slim human girl.

“Coming right up," she replied with a smile.

“Your friend with the shiny armor is awake, by the way. He's gonna be fine," the tavern girl added, blowing a stray lock of curly light brown hair off her face.

“Damn it! I hoped he might drown in the stupid water trough..." Jadrik grumbled, tapping nervously on the table with one hand while the other was busily at work on Shayla's lower back. Even as he lamented the paladin's failure to die, the warlock kept his fingers wedged inside the wizardess's pants, where they were incessantly playing with the protruding curve of her glorious bubble-butt and teasing her tight, clingy asshole.

During their meal, Jadrik had caressed Shayla's back with light yet persistent strokes, gradually moving down to her round shapely bottom. Starting over the light fabric of her tunic then slipping underneath it, he had traced and tickled the wizardess's spine, making her coo while his fingertips slowly roamed lower and lower, By the time his middle finger had sneaked its way into her pants and between her lush, round asscheeks, Shayla was past protesting.

Finding no resistance beside a few idle threats and sideways glares from her, the warlock's probing digit had kept traveling into that cozy fleshy valley. Sinking deeper and deeper, he had teased the little pucker of the wizardess's rosebud with a fingertip while the rest of his hand cupped and squeezed her beautiful plump ass, then he had gently eased his middle finger into her warm, snug anus. Tenderly yet unstoppably, wiggling and twirling and poking, Jadrik's digit had buried itself all the way inside Shayla's rectum before starting to move in and out of her tight, clutching sphincter. Beside some husky gasps, Shayla had not said anything while her lover delicately masturbated her asshole.

“Oh no, he didn't drown in the water trough either. He's fine, really," the tavern girl reiterated, much to Jadrik's chagrin.

"My father called pastor Ben to heal his burns. He'll be on his feet in no time, I promise."

Jadrik cursed again. Perplexed by the warlock's reactions and by the silence of the squirming, flushed wizardess with the big tits sitting beside him, the innkeeper's daughter turned to the dwarf. The bearded warrior had been ogling her all the while, peeking unashamedly into the frilly neckline of her simple white blouse, taking in every displayed inch of her perky if not particularly ample breasts. At least that was a behavior the tavern girl was used to and understood all too well. Those other two were just weird, but then again most magic user were, as far as she was concerned.