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The Shagging Centaur Inn
The Shagging Centaur Inn
A mature tavern owner charms a wandering minstrel.
Based on a post by LindseyLuv.
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Stories.
Servicing a serviceman.
Julia could still taste the cum in her mouth. Smiling, she
kept wiping down the counter, moving the dirty rag in her hand in tight circles
across the polished wood. It had been a bit reckless of her, to leave the bar
unattended. But what could she do? It's not every day a strapping young
soldier, fresh from the front, comes into your bar; and compliments your
appearance. She simply had to thank him. After all; he s keeping the
homeland free of marauders, and colonizers.
And what could be better thanks for this gorgeous bloke,
than a quick and messy blowjob, in the storeroom; while all his soldier friends
wait at the table, none the wiser? The look on his face, when she'd taken his
hand, and led him behind the bar; had been priceless! But not as priceless as
his face, when she closed the storeroom door, and dropped to her knees.
After the shock had worn off, he'd been quite a gentleman.
Now gasping politely as she worked her lips up and down his shaft, never once
cursing, or pulling her hair. Not that she minded when men did that, but it was
nice to meet a guy with manners, every once in a while. Even if he had unloaded
close to a gallon of semen into her mouth, when he finally came.
Julia checked the bodice of her Bavarian Dirndl, making sure
the copious jizz hadn t dibbled onto her impressive cleavage, or the straining
cotton lacing that heaved her bulging tits, such that they perpetually
threatened to pour out of the low d colletage.
Bavarian women knew a thing or two about the power of tits to charm a virile
man. Julia s beautiful body was the unspoken mascot of the Inn. Mention the
Shagging Centaur to any traveler of the isle, and they would all harken back to
the vision of Julia s wonderful cleavage.
She ran her tongue around her mouth again. A bit bitter, but
as come went, not too bad. At least he tasted better than some of the other men
she'd blown behind the bar. She hoped he'd come back soon. Some nights her
pussy ached for a reaming. Tonight her nipples were craving a man s massage.
They pressed hard outward, on the stout fibers of the white blouse
Julia chuckled to herself. Gawd, she was bad. But she did it
so well. And after all, didn't people always say that the best thing you can do
in life, is to bring joy to everyone you meet? And if there was one thing Julia
was good at, it was bringing joy to people. Sometimes several times a night.
The truth was, Julia loved what she did. Watching someone
cum, gave her a sense of supreme satisfaction, whether it was on her, in her,
or just because of her. She'd never forget the time she finished a man off,
just by whispering into his ear. She couldn't believe it when she heard him
start to groan, and watched as his cock twitched, shooting out jet after jet of
sticky white semen all over his muffling hands, and dripping down his legs.
It made her feel so sexy to know men lusted after her. And
while she had to admit, she was occasionally guilty of leading them on; she
always made sure to give them at least a little satisfaction. Honestly, if she
wasn't the proprietor and sole employee of the Shagging Centaur, she probably
would have been sacked years ago, with the number of men she'd dragged upstairs
after hours. One of the perks of being the landlady.
Looking up as she wiped down the varnished wood countertop,
Julia's eyes scanned across the bar, taking in the few patrons she had, sat around
tables, drinking from tankards and talking amongst themselves. It was likely to
be a quiet night. She sighed. Ah well, she'd already had her fun. No need to
get cock-greedy.
Reminiscing with the Dwarf.
Of the people in the bar, Julia knew most of them already.
In the enchanted Isle of Galbriath; Hollydour was a small town. And the
Shagging Centaur was its only real tavern, which meant as the proprietor and
barmaid, very few people slipped past her. Looking out across the bar, she saw
a variety of familiar faces, humans, dwarves, and even the occasional half-ling
as well.
Off to the side, near the fire, two old men sat in
comfortable silence, each nursing a glass of brandy. Towards the door, a group
of young hussies, probably no more than eighteen; giggled amongst themselves,
happily. All around her, the common folk of the town sat, enjoying the calm
atmosphere, after a hard day s work in the fields.
That was the other reason Julia loved working here. After
her long life of excitement and adventure, it was nice to live and let live; in
a place as peaceful as Hollydour. Sure, the occasional passionate liaison
certainly spiced things up a bit, but for the most part, she was content to
live at a slower pace. After all, there was more than one way to satisfy
people, and most of the time a hot meal, cold drink, and warm fire were all
they needed. Julia was happy to provide. Her Inn offered a sandwich or soup for
a hungry stomach, A range of beverages for the soul; and she could let a room,
to the traveler holding over til the morrow.
Letting out a content sigh, she stepped back from the
polished bar, admiring her work. The wood had certainly seen better days, but
at least it wasn't sticky anymore. She chuckled to herself.
Looking up, her smile widened, as she saw a familiar face
walking through the door, heading towards the bar.
"Afternoon Brungard"
Making his way to the bar, the grizzled old dwarf smiled up
at Julia with a lopsided grin. "Afternoon lovely!" Hopping up onto a
bar stool, Brungard heaved his burly arms down onto the counter with a grunt.
Julia turned to grab a tankard.
"Same as always?"
The dwarf chuckled. "Same as always."
Julia flashed him a smile and reached up to one of the kegs
behind the bar. Filling the tankard with care, she turned back and put it down
in front of her old friend. "Good day?"
The dwarf grunted. "Same old crap, but yeah, not too
bad."
"How's the apprentice?"
Brungard shook his head. "He's keen, I'll give him
that, but the lad wouldn't know a pair of tongs from a turnip if I didn't keep
reminding him."
Julia laughed, resting a hand on the bar as she lent on her
arm. "That bad, huh?"
"Ah, he'll get the hang of it. Just as long as he keeps
his mind on his blacksmithing instead of every pretty little thing that walks by.
I swear, flash that boy a nice pair of legs and he'll be dead in the head for
hours." Shaking his head again, the dwarf took a swig from his tankard, as
Julia chuckled.
"Like you're one to talk, Mr. Stouthammer. I was with
you back in Fellscar, remember? The way you went through those chaste elven
girls, anyone would've thought you'd been celibate your entire life!" The
pair shared another chuckle.
"Fair point, fair point. But I wasn't in charge of a
forge then. No, I was still in my 'glory days'" The dwarf took another
swig. Julia sighed, thinking back to her days travelling the world. There'd
been a few more of them, then; besides Brungard and herself. Salia, the
dark-skinned mage from distant Surket Sha, Aeron Greenstrider, the stern elven
ranger.
And of course, Sir Michael Carthwaite.
Julia smiled to herself. Of course, he hadn't been a knight
when they'd traveled together. That was a title he'd been given much later. She
wondered where he was now. Still serving the queen of Amara as her royal
consort. Lucky bastard, she thought.
She missed Michael. Perhaps she should write him a letter.
"Weren't we all." She sighed out, speaking in
mock-wistfulness "Oh, to be young again."
The dwarf bellowed out a laugh that filled the tavern.
"Young again? Hah! You never knew me when I was young, little missy! I was
already well past a hundred by the time you were born!" Julia laughed
along with her old friend.
"Fair point, but we can't all live as long as you. Some
of us are only human."
"Huh, yeah. Don't I know it." The old dwarf went
back to his cup. "Heard anything from the others?"
"No, not in a while. Salia used to write, but we lost
touch two or three years ago. It's a long way to send, after all, and what with
the war in the hinterlands." Julia let her sentence trail off. The Gaelic
tribes don t trust us and the Anglos only send exorcist missionaries to this
isle. We only get news when a fugitive comes, needing sanctuary from the Scots.
Salia had always been a close friend of hers, and as they'd
grown older she'd hoped they'd stay in touch better. But, as the years went on,
and their lives took them to different continents, things had become a little
trickier. Still, she'd never forget all the wild nights they'd shared together,
in their mercenary days; drinking till they blacked out. Of course, waking up
with all sorts of strangers, not always in the same town they started in. Hell,
once or twice they'd even woken up together, and only sometimes with someone
else in between!
Julia smiled. She missed her travelling companions.
"What about you? Any news?"
The dwarf shook his head. "No, not a word. But then
again, when did I?" Brungard chuckled.
"Gotta admit though, I do miss those days. Julia said
with longing in her soul. Living on the road, nothing to tie me down,
exploring forgotten places just for the hell of it."
The old dwarf smirked. "Killing things for money, then
pissing it away on drinks and hookers."
Julia chuckled along with him. "Yeah, those really were
the days. But still, we couldn't do it forever, could we?"
"No. Gotta settle down sometime. But hell, nothing
wrong with a bit of harmless reminiscing." The dwarf finished his drink,
with a long, satisfied 'ah'. Popping a gold coin down on the bar, he got up
from his stool and straightened his belt.
"Well, I better be off. Gonna be a busy day tomorrow.
Some duke's ordered gold-plated horseshoes for his stallion, and gods know I'm
not letting the boy deal with it." Heading for the door, he called over
his shoulder. "Thanks for the drink, Jules. And the chat." Julia
smiled.
"A pleasure as always. See you tomorrow."
"See ya tomorrow" With that, the dwarf made his
way back across the bar, and disappeared through the front door, leaving Julia
alone with her thoughts again. She picked up his tankard, and emptied out the
last few dregs of ale, before rinsing it in the steaming tub of water and
wiping it over with her cloth and putting it back behind the bar. As she ducked
down, to straighten the tankard stock, she heard the door open again.
A minstrel s visit.
As she came back up, Julia saw a face she didn't recognize.
Making his way across the room was a young man, tall and slender, with a neatly
pointed beard and dark hair slicked back over a handsome face. His tall riding
boots clacked against the floorboards, and as he walked, he looked side to
side, taking in the room as a faint self-assured smile played across his lips.
Strapped to his back, Julia could see a lute. She grinned.
He was a minstrel.
Reaching the bar, the young man flashed her a charming smile
and lent an arm casually on the polished wood.
"Good afternoon madam." His voice dripped with
charisma. Julia felt something inside her flutter. "A pint of; well,
whatever you recommend." The minstrel smiled again. Julia threw her rag
over her shoulder and lent in close.
"Well, that depends on your pallet, good sir. What do
you prefer; strong, or sweet?"
The man laughed a warm and pleasant sound. "Why not
both? But, if I had to pick, I'd say sweet. Although I'm sure whatever you
suggest will satisfy me perfectly."
Julia stood back up straight. "Well, I do aim to
satisfy." Picking up a clean tankard, she turned her back to the minstrel,
filling it with mead. She couldn't help but grin to herself. It had been a
while since someone so charming had come into the Centaur, let alone a fellow
musician, and she couldn't help but delight in his appearance.
Turning back, she put the cup down in front of him and held
out her hand. "There. That'll be five copper, my dear." The minstrel
gave her a nod of appreciation, and from within his gilded green tunic, he
withdrew a silver coin, which he flicked down into her hand. "Keep the
change, as a symbol of my gratitude."
Julia's mouth split into a wide smile. Looking at the coin
in her palm, she passed her other hand over it, dispelling the magic cast on
it. As she did, the bright silver color faded to a dull copper, and she held it
up for the young man to see.
"I'm terribly sorry, my good sir, but it seems you're a
little short."
Raising his eyebrows in surprise, the minstrel let out a
nervous chuckle. "Ah, sorry about that. Here." His cheeks blushing
red with embarrassment, the young man took out his coin purse and handed Julia
another silver piece. "Real, this time, I promise."
With a smile, Julia made a show of slipping the coin into
her cleavage, and lent forwards across the bar again. "Thank you, kind
sir. Although, I suggest you check the rest of your possessions for such
'enchantments'. We wouldn't want you giving illusionary money to someone else,
now would we?"
Again, the minstrel chuckled nervously. "Yes,
quite!" Regaining some of his composure, the minstrel took a drink from
his cup and smiled.
"Divine, just like the woman who served it."
"You flatter me, sir." Julia said with a warm
smile; her eyes locked onto his.
"I should hope so." The minstrel winked.
Julia couldn't help but feel charmed by the young man, who
reached out a delicate hand towards her. "Emilio Darius, musician,
storyteller, and wanderer down life's great highway; at your service."
Amused, Julia thought; an Italian? Perhaps Romany? How
exotic! She offered out her hand for him to take, and as he planted a gentle
kiss on her knuckles, she replied "Julia Wildblossom. A pleasure to meet
you, Mr. Darius."
Looking up, Emilio gave her a wink "I assure you,
madam, the pleasure is all mine". Withdrawing her hand, Julia hummed in
amusement as the minstrel stood up straight again, taking another drink from
his mead. Turning back to the room, Emilio surveyed the other patrons.
"May I ask, Madam, if you have any entertainment
planned for the evening patrons?"
Julia shook her head.
"Then, would it be alright if I played a few songs?
I'll keep it brief, and I won't ask for anything in return, except potentially
your applause. My hat will be upturned at my feet, if your patrons wish to
pitch a coin of gratuity." Gesturing to the room, Emilio added: "I'm
sure your patrons would appreciate a little light music, to go with their
sating drinks."
Chuckling in amusement, Julia nodded again. "I think
that sounds like a wonderful idea. It's been quite a while since we've had any
music in the place." Looking up to the ceiling in mock wistfulness, Julia
sighed out "I do sometimes think about getting my old harpsichord down,
every once in a while; but if I did that, who would watch the bar and attend
serving?"
Emilio cocked an eyebrow. "A fellow musician?"
Julia chuckled. "Oh of course. Or at least, I used to
be, back in my youth. In fact, I was quite the musical savant."
The young man smirked. "Well, perhaps you could show me
a thing or two; later this evening?"
"Oh, I'd love to." Julia flashed him a flirtatious
smile, and she placed her arms onto the counter and leaned her chest into her
crossed arms. He stood there in a trance, staring at the luscious tits and
especially the bit of dark areola that crept out of the white blouse.
Satisfied, she winked him out of his trance, before turning back to her bar.
The minstrel let out a chuckle and made his way towards the back corner of the
room.
As she watched him go, over her shoulder; Julia couldn't
help but chuckle to herself. It'd been a while since she'd met someone quite so
charming, and charm-able; and as she pulled a pin from her gathered hair, and
let the chestnut locks flow down onto her soft bare shoulders. She glanced over
at the tall grandfather clock in the corner. There were still a few more hours
before closing. She hoped she could wait that long.
As he passed the group of girls by the door, Julia heard
them giggling, and turned around just in time to see him greet them a wink.
Asking if they re celebration an occasion, one of the girls conveyed it s her
19th birthday.
Oh, well that calls for a celebration in deed! he said
before slipping the lute from his back. Taking his place in the corner, he
addressed the room, introducing himself in a very similar way to the way he had
to Julia.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my very great honor to
perform for you tonight." The way he stressed 'ladies' while nodding to
the lasses and then the barmaid; almost made Julia burst out with laughter. He
really was a walking stereotype. Continuing on, Emilio gestured humble towards
his heart.
"I'm not asking for your money, don't worry, your
appreciation is all the pay I need. Yet I will not deprive you of an
opportunity to show gratitude in the expression of your free choice. As he
tuned the strings, the lasses quietly conferred, the several of them dug in
their purses. The custom in those lands was to present a gift, if you wished to
have a dedicated tune, or a certain song performed. The tall redhead stepped
forward, dropping a handful of coins in his hat; A birthday tune, if you will,
kind minstrel? For Emmy s 19th Birthday.
Emilio nodded. Soon his strings were tuned, and he
announced; My first song is dedicated to Emmy. Today is a very special
day. Emmy s friends want us all to wish her a happy birthday. The charming
minstrel took Emmy s hand and gracefully pulled her to her feet. His other hand
slid her chair over to the corner, near his hat. He rotated the chair to face
the patrons and gestured her to take her seat.
He then played a well-known folk tune of birthday wishes,
and gestured for everyone to join in the chorus. The tavern came to life with
the loud refrain. Emmy blushed and the other lasses were greatly pleased with
her embarrassment. The song ended and Emilio took her hand as the crowd
applauded. Guiding her to her feet, Emilio bowed, then nodded to the lass to
curtsy. The girl then quickly slid her chair back to the table and she hid her
blushing face in her hands.
Julia smirked; Sure, along with a few hours upstairs
between your legs, Julia thought to herself, as she saw the girls giggling
amongst themselves again. She didn't mean to be hard on the man, but he wasn't
the first wandering musician she'd met. Hell, she'd been one herself, and she
knew exactly what he was after. Drinks, sex, and a chance to show off.
She'd been exactly the same when she'd been travelling the
world. She couldn't count the number of times she and her friends had arrived
in some small town, made their way to the local tavern with whatever gold they
still had, and set about making a nuisance of themselves. It'd start off
harmlessly enough, but before long there she'd be, harpsichord in hand, singing
some bawdy song while eyeing up every guy in the crowd, looking for the right
one to carry her off upstairs for a night of wild passion.
She smirked to herself. Those were the days.
As she watched the attractive young man begin to pluck out the
first notes of his song, she couldn't help but stare, resting against the bar
as he began to sing. His voice was sweet and fair, and carried a tone she
recognized immediately. She cocked an eyebrow and listened intently as he got
into the swing of the song. All around her, the tavern patrons stopped what
they were doing, and turned towards Emilio, lowering their drinks and listening
as he started to weave an epic tale, his beautiful voice carrying across the
room with a clarity and passion few had heard before.
Soon, everyone in the tavern was enthralled by his
performance. Standing alone, lute in hand, the minstrel seemed to glow faintly,
as his music enraptured the attention of even the most dyspeptic drinkers. To
anyone watching, the young man might have seemed like a god, the most amazing
musician they'd ever heard, but Julia knew better. Deep in the tremor of his
voice, she recognized a power she hadn't heard in a long time. Emilio was
casting a spell. A spell that would make his audience even more susceptible to
his charms.
Deep within the music he played, the minstrel had woven a
subtle enchantment; so tiny, no-one would notice unless they knew what to
listen for. But Julia knew. She knew because she'd used the same spell,
countless times. Leaning further against the bar, she smiled in amusement as
the minstrel plucked the strings of his instrument, his adoring audience none
the wiser to the magic they were under.
He was good, she had to admit, but not as good as her.
Coming to the end of the song, the young man gave a short
half-bow, as his audience burst out into applause. Drinking in the attention
for a moment, he stood back up straight, moving his hands back to his
instrument and beginning a new song.
Julia, amused, turned her attention back to her bar. Well,
might as well take the opportunity to tidy up a bit while all her patrons were
distracted with Emilio's melodic voice. Grabbing her rag, she went back to
cleaning, making sure to check over her shoulder every once in a while, to make
sure everything was alright.
Well, partly to make sure everything was alright. Sure, she
wasn't under the effects of his spell, but that didn't mean Emilio wasn't an
incredibly talented musician, and as she worked, his song in the background,
Julia couldn't help but think about how nice it'd be to have someone here full
time. Looking over at him, admiring his handsome face as he joyfully strummed
his instrument, she wondered if he'd accept.
Probably not. After all, it didn't really seem his style, as
a, what did he call himself, a 'wanderer down life's great highway'? The
barmaid chuckled to herself.
Looking up again, for just a second she saw Emilio staring
at her. He caught her eye, just for an instant, before turning back to his
adoring crowd, a look of surprise on his face. Julia chuckled again. He
probably didn't get many people resisting his enchantments. She went back to
cleaning the bar and enjoyed the rest of his performance.
The enchantment.
As his last song came to an end, the minstrel thanked
everyone for listening. "Remember, life is always better with a
song!" Bowing low, one arm extended, Emilio slung his instrument back over
his shoulder, and amid the raucous applause of the gathered townsfolk, took his
felt hat and made his way to the bar. Julia smirked as she saw the table of
village girls swooning in the background. She shook her head. They had no idea.
Approaching the landlady, Emilio lent forward against the
polished wood of the counter, breathing heavily but smiling wide.
"Out of breath?"
"Only a little" the minstrel replied. "It's
been a while since I've had such a responsive crowd." He turned back
towards the room, before looking up at Julia. "You don't often get
musicians wandering in, do you?"
Julia shook her head. "No, not as often as I'd like.
Especially not ones with such, stage presence."
Emilio laughed at her choice of words. "I see. Well, I
am often complimented on my; presence." He flashed Julia a half smile.
"I dare say, the girls on that table seemed particularly enthralled."
"Oh, I'm sure they were. A handsome man like you?
You're bound to cause a stir wherever you go. I ll probably need to wipe their
chairs dry." Julia shifted her body weight forward, pushing her chest out
a little more, as she lent on the bar.
"Well, I'd hate to cause too much of a stir. Pretty
girls can get a man thrown out of town."
Julia smirked. "Oh, don't worry. I won't let anyone
throw you out. I'm sure I could find somewhere around here to hide you."
Emilio raised an eyebrow conspiratorially. "Hide
me?"
"Why yes. We've got plenty of quiet, secluded rooms,
here at the Centaur. Places no-one would catch us. You'd be quite safe
there."
"Really? And where might these places be." The
minstrel's mouth curled up into a mischievous smile, as he gently stroked his
pointed beard. In response, Julie giggled teasingly.
"Oh, I can't tell you that out here. Then they wouldn't
be hidden, would they?
"Well, perhaps you could show me, then?"
The two grinned at each other across the bar, eyes sparkling
as they flirted. Breaking the tension, Julia stood up again, stepping back from
the bar.
"Later, darling. I still have a tavern to run. And you
have several patrons behind you, wishing a word or gratuity. You don t dare
ignore them further."
Turning away, she made sure to sway her hips seductively, as
she made her way towards the stockroom. "I'm just going to grab some clean
cups. Don't go anywhere now." With a wink, she disappeared through the
doorway, leaving Emilio sat at the bar.
As soon as the door closed, she started grinning like a
lunatic. Oh, he was good, he was very good. She couldn't wait to see what other
talents the young man had. She chuckled to herself. Gods above, she wasn't
going to be able to keep this up much longer. If she didn't get him upstairs,
and between her legs soon, she might explode.
Grabbing the cups, she returned to the main room, stacking
them under the counter with a smile. Popping back up, she saw Emilio, still sat
smugly at the end of the bar, with a full tankard, and a heavier felt hat.
"You were right, my dear, you really shouldn't leave
the bar unattended." Julia gave him a look of mock annoyance. In response,
he chuckled, and took a sip from his tankard, only to splutter in confusion.
Wiping his mouth, he looked up to see a laughing Julia.
"You're absolutely right, otherwise someone might
decide to drink a cup of vinegar."
A look of confusion crossed the minstrel's face as he looked
down at his tankard, before a thin smile spread across his lips. Nodding his
head slowly, he put the glass down. "I see, very clever. Tell me, do you
often play tricks on your patrons?"
Julia smirked. "Only the ones who steal from the
bar." Reaching out, she ran her hand over his drink, dispelling the
illusion she'd cast on it. "Besides, do you often cast enchantments on
your audiences?"
Now it was the young man's turn to smirk. "Only the
ones I like." Taking the tankard, he was careful to sniff it this time
before taking a drink. "I have to say, I was very impressed when I saw you
looking away. You must be a very talented spell caster."
"What can I say? I'm a woman of many talents."
Julia gently ran her fingers across the back of Emilio's hand.
"And what might those talents be?"
Leaning in, the barmaid whispered into his ear. "Why
don't you come upstairs and I'll show you?"
Emilio's smile grew even wider, and as he finished his
drink, he stood up, and made his way around the bar, offering her his hand. She
took it gracefully.
"Lead the way".
Charmers and Seducers.
Crashing through the door to Julia's bedroom, the two minstrels
already had their arms wrapped around each other, lips locked in a passionate
kiss. Barely remembering to close the door behind them, Julia giggled as Emilio
pushed her up against the wall, his hands wrapped around her waist in a sensual
embrace, tilting his head as he leant forward to kiss her.
She kissed back, opening her mouth to let in his tongue.
Pulling him close, the barmaid began to grind her hips sensually against the
minstrel's crotch, while their tongues danced in an intense tongue kiss, each
doing their best to show off their dexterity.
Breaking away for a moment, Emilio pulled back to admire
her, his eyes glancing across her face with obvious desire. Julia bit her lip
seductively, meeting his gaze with a look of playful attraction.
Without a word, the minstrel lunged forward again, and Julia
shut her eyes as she felt his mouth connect with hers. She had to admit, she
was extremely impressed. The way his tongue slide so smoothly across her own,
she knew Emilio wasn't new to this. But then again, neither was she. Running
her fingers across the back of his neck, she let out a soft mewl, before gently
biting down on his bottom lip, pulling back just enough to make him gasp with
arousal. She could clearly feel the bulge in his trousers, pressed tight against
her own aching sex, and hoped it really was as big as it felt.
Still kissing her intensely, she felt Emilio's hands
starting to move up and down her sides, caressing her through her clothing. She
shivered in anticipation as his hands found the waistband of her long skirt,
and for a moment she thought he would slip his hands inside, but instead she
felt him move up higher again.
Soon, he had her face cupped in his hands, and as he pulled
away from her, lips still locked to hers, she decided it was time to move
things forward. Grabbing the front of his tunic, she deftly undid the ties,
pulling it off him as he shrugged it past his shoulders.
Moving his hands down her body once again, Julie felt him
tug at the laced bow of her underbust. In a similarly dexterous display, he
untied it and helped her slip the constraining bodice off. The two giggled
playfully between kisses as they undressed each other, running their hands
across each other's bodies as layer by layer their clothes fell away.
Breaking the kiss, Julia tugged at the fabric of Emilio's
shirt, practically tearing it off him as he revealed his lean, muscular chest.
Running her hands across his abs, she looked up at him, a mischievous smile on
her lips.
He smirked down at her, a similar look in his eyes. "Do
you like what you see?"
Julia giggled and kissed his chest. "Not as much as I
like what I feel." Sliding her hand down his torso.
Emilio gasped in surprise as Julia gripped the bulge in his
trousers with her hand. She grinned up at him, before letting go and slipping
her own thin white blouse off, freeing her plump, pendulous tits for him to
see.
A look of hunger flashed across his face, and before she
knew it his hands were back on her, kneading and caressing her erect nipples,
his mouth on her neck, kissing and biting playfully up to her ear as she sighed
and chuckled with pleasure. Soon, she felt his mouth moving lower, down her
shoulder to her chest, taking her long thick nipple into his mouth.
Julia gasped, resting her head back against the wall, as
Emilio's tongue circled her tender tit. Ok, he was Really good. Curling her
fingers through his hair, she continued to sigh and coo as the young man sucked
and pulled on her nipple with his teeth, his other hand cupping her other tit,
his thumb rolling and pinching her other nipple, intimately.
Breaking away from her chest, Emilio smiled as he heard
Julia groan in frustration. She'd been enjoying that, but as the minstrel
pulled her close to him again, she knew this was only the beginning.
A smug look on his face, her lover lent in close, planting a
soft kiss on her cheek. "Sorry, were you enjoying that?"
Julia chuckled. "Maybe; I have to admit, you do have
quite a skilled mouth. And not just for singing."
Emilio's face only looked smugger. "Well, what can I
say. I've been told I have something of a silver tongue." Holding up his
hand, the minstrel gently rolled his fingers, and as he did, the lamps in the
room slowly dimmed.
"Just to make things a little more atmospheric"
Julia couldn't help but laugh.
"Much better, thank you. Although, if I might make a
suggestion; Mimicking Emilio's motions, Julia held up her own hand, and as she
gently wove her fingers through the air, from nowhere the faint sound of a
harpsichord began to play, filling the room with a soft, romantic song that
made Emilio chuckle.
"I've found everything is better with music." In a
sudden burst of energy, Julia spun her lover around, until he was the one with
his back to the wall. The two topless enchanting lovers exchanged places. Leaning
in close to his ear, she whispered. "My turn"
Sinking to her knees, she felt Emilio's hand slide across
the back of her head as she hummed along to the music. Quickly, her hands found
the drawstring of his trousers, and with a flourish she untied them, pulling
down on the fabric to his knees, and freeing the minstrel's cock, which sprung
forth eagerly.
She grinned. It Was as big as it had felt!
Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, she began to stroke
it; smiling as Emilio let out a low moan of pleasure. Encouraged by his groans,
she leant in and planted a gentle kiss on the tip, before opening her mouth and
taking his erection inside.
Julia was no stranger to giving head, and as she felt
Emilio's grip tighten, she smiled. Running her tongue around the head, she savored
the feeling of him, in her mouth. She explored every inch she could, her hand
still clasped around the base, keeping him still as she went down on him.
Feeling the slight twinge of his hips, eager to feel the rest of his shaft
inside her hot mouth, Julia made sure to take her time, teasing the minstrel
for as long as she could; before starting to move.
Looking up from his crotch, her eyes met Emilio's, looking
down at her constricting lips around the head of his considerable phallus, her
two hard nipples rubbing against his spread thighs; with a burning passion. He
was still smiling, but she saw a desperation on his face, and felt a swell of
pride course through her. She loved making them wait.
Still looking up, she began to bob her head backwards and
forwards, causing the man to groan out in arousal. With each movement, she took
more of his cock, her tongue stroking his underside, until she had about
two-thirds of his length in her mouth. Stroking the base with her hand, she
rested the other on her thigh for support. She felt Emilio's hand stroking
across the back of her head gently, and with each new movement she heard a new
noise of pleasure come from her lover.
Julia was in her element. On her knees, she knew exactly
what to do to please the young man in front of her. Wrapping her tongue around
him, she teased and tortured him, sucking his cock with skill and dexterity,
until she felt his hips rocking even more impatiently. Moving her hands around,
to the back of his thighs, she held on to him tightly as she forced her head
forwards, taking him even faster and deeper than before.
The minstrel groaned, and as Julia relaxed her throat to
take him deeper, she knew he'd never had a woman as experienced as her before.
Before much longer, she felt his fingers grip her hair, and gently pull her
head backwards, clearly signaling her to stop.
Pulling away from his cock, making sure to make a loud
smacking noise, as her lips left his shaft, Julia hummed amusedly up at him. "Having
fun up there?"
The young man could barely respond, only chuckling in
surprise and pleasure.
Julia giggled. "I can keep going if you want? Or would
you rather move on?"
"Do you like the taste of my cock that much?"
Julia shrugged. "Well, I can't say it's the best one
I've sucked today, but it's certainly a close second." She shot him a
mischievous look.
The man looked down at her, open mouth curling up into a
smile. "I think it's time we got you out of that skirt." In a sudden
flurry, Julia let out a loud giggle as she felt her lover lean down, hook his
arms under her shoulder, and throw her up onto the high bed mattress. Wriggling
back to make herself comfortable, she watched as he rolled her over and grabbed
the tie of her skirt, roughly pulling it all down and away from her, to reveal
her glistening, aching pussy. She could already feel how wet she was, and as
Emilio looked down at her, a mischievous eyebrow raised.
She did her best to cross her legs, covering herself. "Is
something funny, sir?"
Kicking his boots and pants off, he assured her; "Oh,
not at all. I'm just wondering what sort of respectable landlady goes around
without any petticoat on under her skirt. Perhaps you knew I'd be coming?"
Julia leant forward, propping herself up on her arms.
"Or perhaps I'm just a naughty little slut who enjoys seducing selected
men who come into my tavern?"
"Are you now? How very scandalous. What would your
patrons say if they knew that?"
Julia nodded. "Oh you're right, I've been such a bad
girl." With a smile, she opened her legs. "I deserve to be
punished."
"Oh, I have a much better idea than that." He
smirked.
Reaching out, Emilio grabbed both of Julia's legs, pulling
her down the bed towards him as she let out another playful giggle.
Looking down, she watched her lover sink to his knees, her
legs resting over his shoulders as he moved between her legs. Julia let out a
sudden gasp, followed by a low moan, as she felt Emilio's long tongue slide
between her nether lips.
Letting her head fall back, she moved her hands to her tits,
pinching and caressing them as her lover went down on her, his skilled mouth
kissing and licking her sex. She groaned and cooed as his tongue slipped across
her labia, the tip flicking rapidly across her clitoris making her squeal, as
he pleasured her the way she had for him.
Writhing in ecstasy, Julia closed her eyes, letting her body
relax as Emilio's skillful tongue worked its way across her aching pussy.
Underneath her, she could feel the bedsheets getting damp with her juices, and
as Emilio sped up his pace, his tongue flicking quickly across her burning
clit, she couldn't help but moan out, loud and long.
It felt incredible. Her whole body felt like it was on fire,
and as her lover continued to pleasure her, Julia found herself wishing he'd
never leave. She'd had so many men over the years, along with few women as
well, and not a single one of them had been able to pleasure her as eagerly and
skillfully as the young minstrel between her legs. She grinned. Maybe she was
in love.
Opening her eyes again, Julia was just in time to see Emilio
looking up at her, mouth still pressed to her pussy. With a groan, she felt his
fingers trace their way across her inner thighs, forwards and back, as his
tongue circled her soaking entrance. Gently, he pushed the tip in, and the
barmaid mewled in arousal. Gently, she moved one of her hands from her tit to
the back of his head, encouraging him as he pleasured her with his mouth.
Slowly, she felt his fingers move closer to her pelvis, before sliding up to
her hips. His grip was firm, and as his hands moved across her skin, Julia
couldn't help but quiver with excitement.
Deep inside her, she could feel something building, and as
she groaned and gasped and ground her hips against her lover's face, she urged
herself on towards climax. Resting her head back, she kept her eyes shut,
feeling her whole body glowing with arousal, as Emilio's tongue pushed her
towards her orgasm.
Suddenly, the fingers she'd felt tracing across her skin
slipped down across her labia, past the tongue dutifully licking across her
clit, and hovering at her entrance. Sliding two of them inside, Emilio's mouth
didn't stop, and as he began to finger her, still eating her out, Julia came
hard.
Feeling her body begin to spasm, Julia let out a loud, long
squeal, her breath catching in her throat as her stomach muscles convulsed.
Still between her legs, Emilio didn't slow down, his fingers and tongue pushing
the barmaid into an even deeper climax. Gripping his hair tight, Julia ground
her hips involuntarily, her whole body wrapped in the throes of a colossal
climax.
When she finally came down, she could hear laughter.
Looking down, her cheeks burning red with arousal, she saw
Emilio's grinning face staring up at her. "Could you let go of my hair
please?"
Falling back with a chuckle, Julia released her grip on the
young man's thick hair, sighing contentedly as she felt him stand back up.
Suddenly, she felt a pressure at her entrance, and let out a gasp as Emilio's
cock slipped inside her, pushing between her slick lips with ease. Wasting no
time, the young man began to thrust his hips, pushing his shaft deeper into her
in slow, rhythmic movements.
Julia moaned happily. Gods, this felt amazing. Looking up at
him as he knelt on the end of the bed, his hands resting on her thighs as he
thrust in and out of her, she gave him a playful grin and went back to kneading
her own tits.
Between her legs, Emilio looked down at the naked tavern
maid with a mix of lust and amusement. Taking a firmer grip of her legs, he
lifted them up, resting her ankles against his shoulders as he started pounding
into her harder and faster than before. The sudden change of angle made Julia
cry out in shock, but the sound soon faded to her usual excited giggling, mixed
with the moans and coos of pleasure.
Holding his hands on her waist, the young man held her in
place as he made love to her, as passionately as he could; and as he thrust his
cock in and out, his hips pulling up as he slipped inside, Julia couldn't help
but think about how amazing it felt to meet someone as skilled as she was.
Pulling her hips in to meet his thrusts, she gently ground herself from side to
side, forcing her lover's penis to reach even further inside her, stimulating
her walls and making her squeal out in arousal.
It wasn't long before she felt herself on the edge again;
and as she came, she felt Emilio push even deeper and harder than before.
Throwing her head back, she squealed out another long scream of ecstasy, before
her body began to spasm again. By the time the waves of pleasure had stopped
cascading through her body, she looked up to see Emilio chuckling, his
movements much slower and shallower now.
"You know, I'm getting a little tired back here"
With a chuckle of her own, Julia sat up and reached out and
gently pulled on Emilio's neck. Falling down beside her, the minstrel smiled
at her from the sheets, as she climbed up onto him. Taking his cock back in her
hands, she gave him a smirk before opening her mouth, and bobbing her head down
on him once more.
It didn't take long for the minstrel to reach his limit,
especially with Julia's skilled mouth working along his shaft. And with a sudden
groan, he began to cum. Julia made sure not to let up, and as the first jet of
salty-sweet semen blasted out, into her mouth, she redoubled her efforts.
Before long, Emilio was gasping and groaning, pushing against her forehead, as
she continued to suck long after his cock had stopped twitching.
Lifting her head up and popping off him, Julia gave him a
playful smile, before swallowing his load with an audible gulp.
She grinned down at him, his softening cock still held,
tilting over in her hand. "I take it back. Definitely, the best tasting
cock I've had, today.
The minstrel could only chuckle in response, still gasping, recovering
from his orgasm. Shuffling back up the bed, Julia lay her head down on the
pillows, patting the mattress next to her. Still red-faced, Emilio smiled and
rolled over. Climbing up next to her, he pulled the covers up over the two of
them, as Julia lay, her head on his chest, humming in contentment.
Wrapping his arm around her, the minstrel chuckled. "Usually
there's a charge, to rent a room for the night."
Julia smirked. "Oh don't worry. I'm sure we can work
something out." Under the sheets, she gave his cock a squeeze, and held
it, rubbing her thumb over the head. Before long she felt it starting to get
hard again. "If you thought I'd be satisfied after just one round; Julia
let her sentence trail off with a seductive flourish of her eyebrows.
In response, Emilio lent down, and kissed her passionately. "Oh,
don't worry, my darling; I'd hate to leave you unsatisfied;
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Servicing a serviceman.
Julia could still taste the cum in her mouth. Smiling, she
kept wiping down the counter, moving the dirty rag in her hand in tight circles
across the polished wood. It had been a bit reckless of her, to leave the bar
unattended. But what could she do? It's not every day a strapping young
soldier, fresh from the front, comes into your bar; and compliments your
appearance. She simply had to thank him. After all; he s keeping the
homeland free of marauders, and colonizers.
And what could be better thanks for this gorgeous bloke,
than a quick and messy blowjob, in the storeroom; while all his soldier friends
wait at the table, none the wiser? The look on his face, when she'd taken his
hand, and led him behind the bar; had been priceless! But not as priceless as
his face, when she closed the storeroom door, and dropped to her knees.
After the shock had worn off, he'd been quite a gentleman.
Now gasping politely as she worked her lips up and down his shaft, never once
cursing, or pulling her hair. Not that she minded when men did that, but it was
nice to meet a guy with manners, every once in a while. Even if he had unloaded
close to a gallon of semen into her mouth, when he finally came.
Julia checked the bodice of her Bavarian Dirndl, making sure
the copious jizz hadn t dibbled onto her impressive cleavage, or the straining
cotton lacing that heaved her bulging tits, such that they perpetually
threatened to pour out of the low d colletage.
Bavarian women knew a thing or two about the power of tits to charm a virile
man. Julia s beautiful body was the unspoken mascot of the Inn. Mention the
Shagging Centaur to any traveler of the isle, and they would all harken back to
the vision of Julia s wonderful cleavage.
She ran her tongue around her mouth again. A bit bitter, but
as come went, not too bad. At least he tasted better than some of the other men
she'd blown behind the bar. She hoped he'd come back soon. Some nights her
pussy ached for a reaming. Tonight her nipples were craving a man s massage.
They pressed hard outward, on the stout fibers of the white blouse
Julia chuckled to herself. Gawd, she was bad. But she did it
so well. And after all, didn't people always say that the best thing you can do
in life, is to bring joy to everyone you meet? And if there was one thing Julia
was good at, it was bringing joy to people. Sometimes several times a night.
The truth was, Julia loved what she did. Watching someone
cum, gave her a sense of supreme satisfaction, whether it was on her, in her,
or just because of her. She'd never forget the time she finished a man off,
just by whispering into his ear. She couldn't believe it when she heard him
start to groan, and watched as his cock twitched, shooting out jet after jet of
sticky white semen all over his muffling hands, and dripping down his legs.
It made her feel so sexy to know men lusted after her. And
while she had to admit, she was occasionally guilty of leading them on; she
always made sure to give them at least a little satisfaction. Honestly, if she
wasn't the proprietor and sole employee of the Shagging Centaur, she probably
would have been sacked years ago, with the number of men she'd dragged upstairs
after hours. One of the perks of being the landlady.
Looking up as she wiped down the varnished wood countertop,
Julia's eyes scanned across the bar, taking in the few patrons she had, sat around
tables, drinking from tankards and talking amongst themselves. It was likely to
be a quiet night. She sighed. Ah well, she'd already had her fun. No need to
get cock-greedy.
Reminiscing with the Dwarf.
Of the people in the bar, Julia knew most of them already.
In the enchanted Isle of Galbriath; Hollydour was a small town. And the
Shagging Centaur was its only real tavern, which meant as the proprietor and
barmaid, very few people slipped past her. Looking out across the bar, she saw
a variety of familiar faces, humans, dwarves, and even the occasional half-ling
as well.
Off to the side, near the fire, two old men sat in
comfortable silence, each nursing a glass of brandy. Towards the door, a group
of young hussies, probably no more than eighteen; giggled amongst themselves,
happily. All around her, the common folk of the town sat, enjoying the calm
atmosphere, after a hard day s work in the fields.
That was the other reason Julia loved working here. After
her long life of excitement and adventure, it was nice to live and let live; in
a place as peaceful as Hollydour. Sure, the occasional passionate liaison
certainly spiced things up a bit, but for the most part, she was content to
live at a slower pace. After all, there was more than one way to satisfy
people, and most of the time a hot meal, cold drink, and warm fire were all
they needed. Julia was happy to provide. Her Inn offered a sandwich or soup for
a hungry stomach, A range of beverages for the soul; and she could let a room,
to the traveler holding over til the morrow.
Letting out a content sigh, she stepped back from the
polished bar, admiring her work. The wood had certainly seen better days, but
at least it wasn't sticky anymore. She chuckled to herself.
Looking up, her smile widened, as she saw a familiar face
walking through the door, heading towards the bar.
"Afternoon Brungard"
Making his way to the bar, the grizzled old dwarf smiled up
at Julia with a lopsided grin. "Afternoon lovely!" Hopping up onto a
bar stool, Brungard heaved his burly arms down onto the counter with a grunt.
Julia turned to grab a tankard.
"Same as always?"
The dwarf chuckled. "Same as always."
Julia flashed him a smile and reached up to one of the kegs
behind the bar. Filling the tankard with care, she turned back and put it down
in front of her old friend. "Good day?"
The dwarf grunted. "Same old crap, but yeah, not too
bad."
"How's the apprentice?"
Brungard shook his head. "He's keen, I'll give him
that, but the lad wouldn't know a pair of tongs from a turnip if I didn't keep
reminding him."
Julia laughed, resting a hand on the bar as she lent on her
arm. "That bad, huh?"
"Ah, he'll get the hang of it. Just as long as he keeps
his mind on his blacksmithing instead of every pretty little thing that walks by.
I swear, flash that boy a nice pair of legs and he'll be dead in the head for
hours." Shaking his head again, the dwarf took a swig from his tankard, as
Julia chuckled.
"Like you're one to talk, Mr. Stouthammer. I was with
you back in Fellscar, remember? The way you went through those chaste elven
girls, anyone would've thought you'd been celibate your entire life!" The
pair shared another chuckle.
"Fair point, fair point. But I wasn't in charge of a
forge then. No, I was still in my 'glory days'" The dwarf took another
swig. Julia sighed, thinking back to her days travelling the world. There'd
been a few more of them, then; besides Brungard and herself. Salia, the
dark-skinned mage from distant Surket Sha, Aeron Greenstrider, the stern elven
ranger.
And of course, Sir Michael Carthwaite.
Julia smiled to herself. Of course, he hadn't been a knight
when they'd traveled together. That was a title he'd been given much later. She
wondered where he was now. Still serving the queen of Amara as her royal
consort. Lucky bastard, she thought.
She missed Michael. Perhaps she should write him a letter.
"Weren't we all." She sighed out, speaking in
mock-wistfulness "Oh, to be young again."
The dwarf bellowed out a laugh that filled the tavern.
"Young again? Hah! You never knew me when I was young, little missy! I was
already well past a hundred by the time you were born!" Julia laughed
along with her old friend.
"Fair point, but we can't all live as long as you. Some
of us are only human."
"Huh, yeah. Don't I know it." The old dwarf went
back to his cup. "Heard anything from the others?"
"No, not in a while. Salia used to write, but we lost
touch two or three years ago. It's a long way to send, after all, and what with
the war in the hinterlands." Julia let her sentence trail off. The Gaelic
tribes don t trust us and the Anglos only send exorcist missionaries to this
isle. We only get news when a fugitive comes, needing sanctuary from the Scots.
Salia had always been a close friend of hers, and as they'd
grown older she'd hoped they'd stay in touch better. But, as the years went on,
and their lives took them to different continents, things had become a little
trickier. Still, she'd never forget all the wild nights they'd shared together,
in their mercenary days; drinking till they blacked out. Of course, waking up
with all sorts of strangers, not always in the same town they started in. Hell,
once or twice they'd even woken up together, and only sometimes with someone
else in between!
Julia smiled. She missed her travelling companions.
"What about you? Any news?"
The dwarf shook his head. "No, not a word. But then
again, when did I?" Brungard chuckled.
"Gotta admit though, I do miss those days. Julia said
with longing in her soul. Living on the road, nothing to tie me down,
exploring forgotten places just for the hell of it."
The old dwarf smirked. "Killing things for money, then
pissing it away on drinks and hookers."
Julia chuckled along with him. "Yeah, those really were
the days. But still, we couldn't do it forever, could we?"
"No. Gotta settle down sometime. But hell, nothing
wrong with a bit of harmless reminiscing." The dwarf finished his drink,
with a long, satisfied 'ah'. Popping a gold coin down on the bar, he got up
from his stool and straightened his belt.
"Well, I better be off. Gonna be a busy day tomorrow.
Some duke's ordered gold-plated horseshoes for his stallion, and gods know I'm
not letting the boy deal with it." Heading for the door, he called over
his shoulder. "Thanks for the drink, Jules. And the chat." Julia
smiled.
"A pleasure as always. See you tomorrow."
"See ya tomorrow" With that, the dwarf made his
way back across the bar, and disappeared through the front door, leaving Julia
alone with her thoughts again. She picked up his tankard, and emptied out the
last few dregs of ale, before rinsing it in the steaming tub of water and
wiping it over with her cloth and putting it back behind the bar. As she ducked
down, to straighten the tankard stock, she heard the door open again.
A minstrel s visit.
As she came back up, Julia saw a face she didn't recognize.
Making his way across the room was a young man, tall and slender, with a neatly
pointed beard and dark hair slicked back over a handsome face. His tall riding
boots clacked against the floorboards, and as he walked, he looked side to
side, taking in the room as a faint self-assured smile played across his lips.
Strapped to his back, Julia could see a lute. She grinned.
He was a minstrel.
Reaching the bar, the young man flashed her a charming smile
and lent an arm casually on the polished wood.
"Good afternoon madam." His voice dripped with
charisma. Julia felt something inside her flutter. "A pint of; well,
whatever you recommend." The minstrel smiled again. Julia threw her rag
over her shoulder and lent in close.
"Well, that depends on your pallet, good sir. What do
you prefer; strong, or sweet?"
The man laughed a warm and pleasant sound. "Why not
both? But, if I had to pick, I'd say sweet. Although I'm sure whatever you
suggest will satisfy me perfectly."
Julia stood back up straight. "Well, I do aim to
satisfy." Picking up a clean tankard, she turned her back to the minstrel,
filling it with mead. She couldn't help but grin to herself. It had been a
while since someone so charming had come into the Centaur, let alone a fellow
musician, and she couldn't help but delight in his appearance.
Turning back, she put the cup down in front of him and held
out her hand. "There. That'll be five copper, my dear." The minstrel
gave her a nod of appreciation, and from within his gilded green tunic, he
withdrew a silver coin, which he flicked down into her hand. "Keep the
change, as a symbol of my gratitude."
Julia's mouth split into a wide smile. Looking at the coin
in her palm, she passed her other hand over it, dispelling the magic cast on
it. As she did, the bright silver color faded to a dull copper, and she held it
up for the young man to see.
"I'm terribly sorry, my good sir, but it seems you're a
little short."
Raising his eyebrows in surprise, the minstrel let out a
nervous chuckle. "Ah, sorry about that. Here." His cheeks blushing
red with embarrassment, the young man took out his coin purse and handed Julia
another silver piece. "Real, this time, I promise."
With a smile, Julia made a show of slipping the coin into
her cleavage, and lent forwards across the bar again. "Thank you, kind
sir. Although, I suggest you check the rest of your possessions for such
'enchantments'. We wouldn't want you giving illusionary money to someone else,
now would we?"
Again, the minstrel chuckled nervously. "Yes,
quite!" Regaining some of his composure, the minstrel took a drink from
his cup and smiled.
"Divine, just like the woman who served it."
"You flatter me, sir." Julia said with a warm
smile; her eyes locked onto his.
"I should hope so." The minstrel winked.
Julia couldn't help but feel charmed by the young man, who
reached out a delicate hand towards her. "Emilio Darius, musician,
storyteller, and wanderer down life's great highway; at your service."
Amused, Julia thought; an Italian? Perhaps Romany? How
exotic! She offered out her hand for him to take, and as he planted a gentle
kiss on her knuckles, she replied "Julia Wildblossom. A pleasure to meet
you, Mr. Darius."
Looking up, Emilio gave her a wink "I assure you,
madam, the pleasure is all mine". Withdrawing her hand, Julia hummed in
amusement as the minstrel stood up straight again, taking another drink from
his mead. Turning back to the room, Emilio surveyed the other patrons.
"May I ask, Madam, if you have any entertainment
planned for the evening patrons?"
Julia shook her head.
"Then, would it be alright if I played a few songs?
I'll keep it brief, and I won't ask for anything in return, except potentially
your applause. My hat will be upturned at my feet, if your patrons wish to
pitch a coin of gratuity." Gesturing to the room, Emilio added: "I'm
sure your patrons would appreciate a little light music, to go with their
sating drinks."
Chuckling in amusement, Julia nodded again. "I think
that sounds like a wonderful idea. It's been quite a while since we've had any
music in the place." Looking up to the ceiling in mock wistfulness, Julia
sighed out "I do sometimes think about getting my old harpsichord down,
every once in a while; but if I did that, who would watch the bar and attend
serving?"
Emilio cocked an eyebrow. "A fellow musician?"
Julia chuckled. "Oh of course. Or at least, I used to
be, back in my youth. In fact, I was quite the musical savant."
The young man smirked. "Well, perhaps you could show me
a thing or two; later this evening?"
"Oh, I'd love to." Julia flashed him a flirtatious
smile, and she placed her arms onto the counter and leaned her chest into her
crossed arms. He stood there in a trance, staring at the luscious tits and
especially the bit of dark areola that crept out of the white blouse.
Satisfied, she winked him out of his trance, before turning back to her bar.
The minstrel let out a chuckle and made his way towards the back corner of the
room.
As she watched him go, over her shoulder; Julia couldn't
help but chuckle to herself. It'd been a while since she'd met someone quite so
charming, and charm-able; and as she pulled a pin from her gathered hair, and
let the chestnut locks flow down onto her soft bare shoulders. She glanced over
at the tall grandfather clock in the corner. There were still a few more hours
before closing. She hoped she could wait that long.
As he passed the group of girls by the door, Julia heard
them giggling, and turned around just in time to see him greet them a wink.
Asking if they re celebration an occasion, one of the girls conveyed it s her
19th birthday.
Oh, well that calls for a celebration in deed! he said
before slipping the lute from his back. Taking his place in the corner, he
addressed the room, introducing himself in a very similar way to the way he had
to Julia.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my very great honor to
perform for you tonight." The way he stressed 'ladies' while nodding to
the lasses and then the barmaid; almost made Julia burst out with laughter. He
really was a walking stereotype. Continuing on, Emilio gestured humble towards
his heart.
"I'm not asking for your money, don't worry, your
appreciation is all the pay I need. Yet I will not deprive you of an
opportunity to show gratitude in the expression of your free choice. As he
tuned the strings, the lasses quietly conferred, the several of them dug in
their purses. The custom in those lands was to present a gift, if you wished to
have a dedicated tune, or a certain song performed. The tall redhead stepped
forward, dropping a handful of coins in his hat; A birthday tune, if you will,
kind minstrel? For Emmy s 19th Birthday.
Emilio nodded. Soon his strings were tuned, and he
announced; My first song is dedicated to Emmy. Today is a very special
day. Emmy s friends want us all to wish her a happy birthday. The charming
minstrel took Emmy s hand and gracefully pulled her to her feet. His other hand
slid her chair over to the corner, near his hat. He rotated the chair to face
the patrons and gestured her to take her seat.
He then played a well-known folk tune of birthday wishes,
and gestured for everyone to join in the chorus. The tavern came to life with
the loud refrain. Emmy blushed and the other lasses were greatly pleased with
her embarrassment. The song ended and Emilio took her hand as the crowd
applauded. Guiding her to her feet, Emilio bowed, then nodded to the lass to
curtsy. The girl then quickly slid her chair back to the table and she hid her
blushing face in her hands.
Julia smirked; Sure, along with a few hours upstairs
between your legs, Julia thought to herself, as she saw the girls giggling
amongst themselves again. She didn't mean to be hard on the man, but he wasn't
the first wandering musician she'd met. Hell, she'd been one herself, and she
knew exactly what he was after. Drinks, sex, and a chance to show off.
She'd been exactly the same when she'd been travelling the
world. She couldn't count the number of times she and her friends had arrived
in some small town, made their way to the local tavern with whatever gold they
still had, and set about making a nuisance of themselves. It'd start off
harmlessly enough, but before long there she'd be, harpsichord in hand, singing
some bawdy song while eyeing up every guy in the crowd, looking for the right
one to carry her off upstairs for a night of wild passion.
She smirked to herself. Those were the days.
As she watched the attractive young man begin to pluck out the
first notes of his song, she couldn't help but stare, resting against the bar
as he began to sing. His voice was sweet and fair, and carried a tone she
recognized immediately. She cocked an eyebrow and listened intently as he got
into the swing of the song. All around her, the tavern patrons stopped what
they were doing, and turned towards Emilio, lowering their drinks and listening
as he started to weave an epic tale, his beautiful voice carrying across the
room with a clarity and passion few had heard before.
Soon, everyone in the tavern was enthralled by his
performance. Standing alone, lute in hand, the minstrel seemed to glow faintly,
as his music enraptured the attention of even the most dyspeptic drinkers. To
anyone watching, the young man might have seemed like a god, the most amazing
musician they'd ever heard, but Julia knew better. Deep in the tremor of his
voice, she recognized a power she hadn't heard in a long time. Emilio was
casting a spell. A spell that would make his audience even more susceptible to
his charms.
Deep within the music he played, the minstrel had woven a
subtle enchantment; so tiny, no-one would notice unless they knew what to
listen for. But Julia knew. She knew because she'd used the same spell,
countless times. Leaning further against the bar, she smiled in amusement as
the minstrel plucked the strings of his instrument, his adoring audience none
the wiser to the magic they were under.
He was good, she had to admit, but not as good as her.
Coming to the end of the song, the young man gave a short
half-bow, as his audience burst out into applause. Drinking in the attention
for a moment, he stood back up straight, moving his hands back to his
instrument and beginning a new song.
Julia, amused, turned her attention back to her bar. Well,
might as well take the opportunity to tidy up a bit while all her patrons were
distracted with Emilio's melodic voice. Grabbing her rag, she went back to
cleaning, making sure to check over her shoulder every once in a while, to make
sure everything was alright.
Well, partly to make sure everything was alright. Sure, she
wasn't under the effects of his spell, but that didn't mean Emilio wasn't an
incredibly talented musician, and as she worked, his song in the background,
Julia couldn't help but think about how nice it'd be to have someone here full
time. Looking over at him, admiring his handsome face as he joyfully strummed
his instrument, she wondered if he'd accept.
Probably not. After all, it didn't really seem his style, as
a, what did he call himself, a 'wanderer down life's great highway'? The
barmaid chuckled to herself.
Looking up again, for just a second she saw Emilio staring
at her. He caught her eye, just for an instant, before turning back to his
adoring crowd, a look of surprise on his face. Julia chuckled again. He
probably didn't get many people resisting his enchantments. She went back to
cleaning the bar and enjoyed the rest of his performance.
The enchantment.
As his last song came to an end, the minstrel thanked
everyone for listening. "Remember, life is always better with a
song!" Bowing low, one arm extended, Emilio slung his instrument back over
his shoulder, and amid the raucous applause of the gathered townsfolk, took his
felt hat and made his way to the bar. Julia smirked as she saw the table of
village girls swooning in the background. She shook her head. They had no idea.
Approaching the landlady, Emilio lent forward against the
polished wood of the counter, breathing heavily but smiling wide.
"Out of breath?"
"Only a little" the minstrel replied. "It's
been a while since I've had such a responsive crowd." He turned back
towards the room, before looking up at Julia. "You don't often get
musicians wandering in, do you?"
Julia shook her head. "No, not as often as I'd like.
Especially not ones with such, stage presence."
Emilio laughed at her choice of words. "I see. Well, I
am often complimented on my; presence." He flashed Julia a half smile.
"I dare say, the girls on that table seemed particularly enthralled."
"Oh, I'm sure they were. A handsome man like you?
You're bound to cause a stir wherever you go. I ll probably need to wipe their
chairs dry." Julia shifted her body weight forward, pushing her chest out
a little more, as she lent on the bar.
"Well, I'd hate to cause too much of a stir. Pretty
girls can get a man thrown out of town."
Julia smirked. "Oh, don't worry. I won't let anyone
throw you out. I'm sure I could find somewhere around here to hide you."
Emilio raised an eyebrow conspiratorially. "Hide
me?"
"Why yes. We've got plenty of quiet, secluded rooms,
here at the Centaur. Places no-one would catch us. You'd be quite safe
there."
"Really? And where might these places be." The
minstrel's mouth curled up into a mischievous smile, as he gently stroked his
pointed beard. In response, Julie giggled teasingly.
"Oh, I can't tell you that out here. Then they wouldn't
be hidden, would they?
"Well, perhaps you could show me, then?"
The two grinned at each other across the bar, eyes sparkling
as they flirted. Breaking the tension, Julia stood up again, stepping back from
the bar.
"Later, darling. I still have a tavern to run. And you
have several patrons behind you, wishing a word or gratuity. You don t dare
ignore them further."
Turning away, she made sure to sway her hips seductively, as
she made her way towards the stockroom. "I'm just going to grab some clean
cups. Don't go anywhere now." With a wink, she disappeared through the
doorway, leaving Emilio sat at the bar.
As soon as the door closed, she started grinning like a
lunatic. Oh, he was good, he was very good. She couldn't wait to see what other
talents the young man had. She chuckled to herself. Gods above, she wasn't
going to be able to keep this up much longer. If she didn't get him upstairs,
and between her legs soon, she might explode.
Grabbing the cups, she returned to the main room, stacking
them under the counter with a smile. Popping back up, she saw Emilio, still sat
smugly at the end of the bar, with a full tankard, and a heavier felt hat.
"You were right, my dear, you really shouldn't leave
the bar unattended." Julia gave him a look of mock annoyance. In response,
he chuckled, and took a sip from his tankard, only to splutter in confusion.
Wiping his mouth, he looked up to see a laughing Julia.
"You're absolutely right, otherwise someone might
decide to drink a cup of vinegar."
A look of confusion crossed the minstrel's face as he looked
down at his tankard, before a thin smile spread across his lips. Nodding his
head slowly, he put the glass down. "I see, very clever. Tell me, do you
often play tricks on your patrons?"
Julia smirked. "Only the ones who steal from the
bar." Reaching out, she ran her hand over his drink, dispelling the
illusion she'd cast on it. "Besides, do you often cast enchantments on
your audiences?"
Now it was the young man's turn to smirk. "Only the
ones I like." Taking the tankard, he was careful to sniff it this time
before taking a drink. "I have to say, I was very impressed when I saw you
looking away. You must be a very talented spell caster."
"What can I say? I'm a woman of many talents."
Julia gently ran her fingers across the back of Emilio's hand.
"And what might those talents be?"
Leaning in, the barmaid whispered into his ear. "Why
don't you come upstairs and I'll show you?"
Emilio's smile grew even wider, and as he finished his
drink, he stood up, and made his way around the bar, offering her his hand. She
took it gracefully.
"Lead the way".
Charmers and Seducers.
Crashing through the door to Julia's bedroom, the two minstrels
already had their arms wrapped around each other, lips locked in a passionate
kiss. Barely remembering to close the door behind them, Julia giggled as Emilio
pushed her up against the wall, his hands wrapped around her waist in a sensual
embrace, tilting his head as he leant forward to kiss her.
She kissed back, opening her mouth to let in his tongue.
Pulling him close, the barmaid began to grind her hips sensually against the
minstrel's crotch, while their tongues danced in an intense tongue kiss, each
doing their best to show off their dexterity.
Breaking away for a moment, Emilio pulled back to admire
her, his eyes glancing across her face with obvious desire. Julia bit her lip
seductively, meeting his gaze with a look of playful attraction.
Without a word, the minstrel lunged forward again, and Julia
shut her eyes as she felt his mouth connect with hers. She had to admit, she
was extremely impressed. The way his tongue slide so smoothly across her own,
she knew Emilio wasn't new to this. But then again, neither was she. Running
her fingers across the back of his neck, she let out a soft mewl, before gently
biting down on his bottom lip, pulling back just enough to make him gasp with
arousal. She could clearly feel the bulge in his trousers, pressed tight against
her own aching sex, and hoped it really was as big as it felt.
Still kissing her intensely, she felt Emilio's hands
starting to move up and down her sides, caressing her through her clothing. She
shivered in anticipation as his hands found the waistband of her long skirt,
and for a moment she thought he would slip his hands inside, but instead she
felt him move up higher again.
Soon, he had her face cupped in his hands, and as he pulled
away from her, lips still locked to hers, she decided it was time to move
things forward. Grabbing the front of his tunic, she deftly undid the ties,
pulling it off him as he shrugged it past his shoulders.
Moving his hands down her body once again, Julie felt him
tug at the laced bow of her underbust. In a similarly dexterous display, he
untied it and helped her slip the constraining bodice off. The two giggled
playfully between kisses as they undressed each other, running their hands
across each other's bodies as layer by layer their clothes fell away.
Breaking the kiss, Julia tugged at the fabric of Emilio's
shirt, practically tearing it off him as he revealed his lean, muscular chest.
Running her hands across his abs, she looked up at him, a mischievous smile on
her lips.
He smirked down at her, a similar look in his eyes. "Do
you like what you see?"
Julia giggled and kissed his chest. "Not as much as I
like what I feel." Sliding her hand down his torso.
Emilio gasped in surprise as Julia gripped the bulge in his
trousers with her hand. She grinned up at him, before letting go and slipping
her own thin white blouse off, freeing her plump, pendulous tits for him to
see.
A look of hunger flashed across his face, and before she
knew it his hands were back on her, kneading and caressing her erect nipples,
his mouth on her neck, kissing and biting playfully up to her ear as she sighed
and chuckled with pleasure. Soon, she felt his mouth moving lower, down her
shoulder to her chest, taking her long thick nipple into his mouth.
Julia gasped, resting her head back against the wall, as
Emilio's tongue circled her tender tit. Ok, he was Really good. Curling her
fingers through his hair, she continued to sigh and coo as the young man sucked
and pulled on her nipple with his teeth, his other hand cupping her other tit,
his thumb rolling and pinching her other nipple, intimately.
Breaking away from her chest, Emilio smiled as he heard
Julia groan in frustration. She'd been enjoying that, but as the minstrel
pulled her close to him again, she knew this was only the beginning.
A smug look on his face, her lover lent in close, planting a
soft kiss on her cheek. "Sorry, were you enjoying that?"
Julia chuckled. "Maybe; I have to admit, you do have
quite a skilled mouth. And not just for singing."
Emilio's face only looked smugger. "Well, what can I
say. I've been told I have something of a silver tongue." Holding up his
hand, the minstrel gently rolled his fingers, and as he did, the lamps in the
room slowly dimmed.
"Just to make things a little more atmospheric"
Julia couldn't help but laugh.
"Much better, thank you. Although, if I might make a
suggestion; Mimicking Emilio's motions, Julia held up her own hand, and as she
gently wove her fingers through the air, from nowhere the faint sound of a
harpsichord began to play, filling the room with a soft, romantic song that
made Emilio chuckle.
"I've found everything is better with music." In a
sudden burst of energy, Julia spun her lover around, until he was the one with
his back to the wall. The two topless enchanting lovers exchanged places. Leaning
in close to his ear, she whispered. "My turn"
Sinking to her knees, she felt Emilio's hand slide across
the back of her head as she hummed along to the music. Quickly, her hands found
the drawstring of his trousers, and with a flourish she untied them, pulling
down on the fabric to his knees, and freeing the minstrel's cock, which sprung
forth eagerly.
She grinned. It Was as big as it had felt!
Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, she began to stroke
it; smiling as Emilio let out a low moan of pleasure. Encouraged by his groans,
she leant in and planted a gentle kiss on the tip, before opening her mouth and
taking his erection inside.
Julia was no stranger to giving head, and as she felt
Emilio's grip tighten, she smiled. Running her tongue around the head, she savored
the feeling of him, in her mouth. She explored every inch she could, her hand
still clasped around the base, keeping him still as she went down on him.
Feeling the slight twinge of his hips, eager to feel the rest of his shaft
inside her hot mouth, Julia made sure to take her time, teasing the minstrel
for as long as she could; before starting to move.
Looking up from his crotch, her eyes met Emilio's, looking
down at her constricting lips around the head of his considerable phallus, her
two hard nipples rubbing against his spread thighs; with a burning passion. He
was still smiling, but she saw a desperation on his face, and felt a swell of
pride course through her. She loved making them wait.
Still looking up, she began to bob her head backwards and
forwards, causing the man to groan out in arousal. With each movement, she took
more of his cock, her tongue stroking his underside, until she had about
two-thirds of his length in her mouth. Stroking the base with her hand, she
rested the other on her thigh for support. She felt Emilio's hand stroking
across the back of her head gently, and with each new movement she heard a new
noise of pleasure come from her lover.
Julia was in her element. On her knees, she knew exactly
what to do to please the young man in front of her. Wrapping her tongue around
him, she teased and tortured him, sucking his cock with skill and dexterity,
until she felt his hips rocking even more impatiently. Moving her hands around,
to the back of his thighs, she held on to him tightly as she forced her head
forwards, taking him even faster and deeper than before.
The minstrel groaned, and as Julia relaxed her throat to
take him deeper, she knew he'd never had a woman as experienced as her before.
Before much longer, she felt his fingers grip her hair, and gently pull her
head backwards, clearly signaling her to stop.
Pulling away from his cock, making sure to make a loud
smacking noise, as her lips left his shaft, Julia hummed amusedly up at him. "Having
fun up there?"
The young man could barely respond, only chuckling in
surprise and pleasure.
Julia giggled. "I can keep going if you want? Or would
you rather move on?"
"Do you like the taste of my cock that much?"
Julia shrugged. "Well, I can't say it's the best one
I've sucked today, but it's certainly a close second." She shot him a
mischievous look.
The man looked down at her, open mouth curling up into a
smile. "I think it's time we got you out of that skirt." In a sudden
flurry, Julia let out a loud giggle as she felt her lover lean down, hook his
arms under her shoulder, and throw her up onto the high bed mattress. Wriggling
back to make herself comfortable, she watched as he rolled her over and grabbed
the tie of her skirt, roughly pulling it all down and away from her, to reveal
her glistening, aching pussy. She could already feel how wet she was, and as
Emilio looked down at her, a mischievous eyebrow raised.
She did her best to cross her legs, covering herself. "Is
something funny, sir?"
Kicking his boots and pants off, he assured her; "Oh,
not at all. I'm just wondering what sort of respectable landlady goes around
without any petticoat on under her skirt. Perhaps you knew I'd be coming?"
Julia leant forward, propping herself up on her arms.
"Or perhaps I'm just a naughty little slut who enjoys seducing selected
men who come into my tavern?"
"Are you now? How very scandalous. What would your
patrons say if they knew that?"
Julia nodded. "Oh you're right, I've been such a bad
girl." With a smile, she opened her legs. "I deserve to be
punished."
"Oh, I have a much better idea than that." He
smirked.
Reaching out, Emilio grabbed both of Julia's legs, pulling
her down the bed towards him as she let out another playful giggle.
Looking down, she watched her lover sink to his knees, her
legs resting over his shoulders as he moved between her legs. Julia let out a
sudden gasp, followed by a low moan, as she felt Emilio's long tongue slide
between her nether lips.
Letting her head fall back, she moved her hands to her tits,
pinching and caressing them as her lover went down on her, his skilled mouth
kissing and licking her sex. She groaned and cooed as his tongue slipped across
her labia, the tip flicking rapidly across her clitoris making her squeal, as
he pleasured her the way she had for him.
Writhing in ecstasy, Julia closed her eyes, letting her body
relax as Emilio's skillful tongue worked its way across her aching pussy.
Underneath her, she could feel the bedsheets getting damp with her juices, and
as Emilio sped up his pace, his tongue flicking quickly across her burning
clit, she couldn't help but moan out, loud and long.
It felt incredible. Her whole body felt like it was on fire,
and as her lover continued to pleasure her, Julia found herself wishing he'd
never leave. She'd had so many men over the years, along with few women as
well, and not a single one of them had been able to pleasure her as eagerly and
skillfully as the young minstrel between her legs. She grinned. Maybe she was
in love.
Opening her eyes again, Julia was just in time to see Emilio
looking up at her, mouth still pressed to her pussy. With a groan, she felt his
fingers trace their way across her inner thighs, forwards and back, as his
tongue circled her soaking entrance. Gently, he pushed the tip in, and the
barmaid mewled in arousal. Gently, she moved one of her hands from her tit to
the back of his head, encouraging him as he pleasured her with his mouth.
Slowly, she felt his fingers move closer to her pelvis, before sliding up to
her hips. His grip was firm, and as his hands moved across her skin, Julia
couldn't help but quiver with excitement.
Deep inside her, she could feel something building, and as
she groaned and gasped and ground her hips against her lover's face, she urged
herself on towards climax. Resting her head back, she kept her eyes shut,
feeling her whole body glowing with arousal, as Emilio's tongue pushed her
towards her orgasm.
Suddenly, the fingers she'd felt tracing across her skin
slipped down across her labia, past the tongue dutifully licking across her
clit, and hovering at her entrance. Sliding two of them inside, Emilio's mouth
didn't stop, and as he began to finger her, still eating her out, Julia came
hard.
Feeling her body begin to spasm, Julia let out a loud, long
squeal, her breath catching in her throat as her stomach muscles convulsed.
Still between her legs, Emilio didn't slow down, his fingers and tongue pushing
the barmaid into an even deeper climax. Gripping his hair tight, Julia ground
her hips involuntarily, her whole body wrapped in the throes of a colossal
climax.
When she finally came down, she could hear laughter.
Looking down, her cheeks burning red with arousal, she saw
Emilio's grinning face staring up at her. "Could you let go of my hair
please?"
Falling back with a chuckle, Julia released her grip on the
young man's thick hair, sighing contentedly as she felt him stand back up.
Suddenly, she felt a pressure at her entrance, and let out a gasp as Emilio's
cock slipped inside her, pushing between her slick lips with ease. Wasting no
time, the young man began to thrust his hips, pushing his shaft deeper into her
in slow, rhythmic movements.
Julia moaned happily. Gods, this felt amazing. Looking up at
him as he knelt on the end of the bed, his hands resting on her thighs as he
thrust in and out of her, she gave him a playful grin and went back to kneading
her own tits.
Between her legs, Emilio looked down at the naked tavern
maid with a mix of lust and amusement. Taking a firmer grip of her legs, he
lifted them up, resting her ankles against his shoulders as he started pounding
into her harder and faster than before. The sudden change of angle made Julia
cry out in shock, but the sound soon faded to her usual excited giggling, mixed
with the moans and coos of pleasure.
Holding his hands on her waist, the young man held her in
place as he made love to her, as passionately as he could; and as he thrust his
cock in and out, his hips pulling up as he slipped inside, Julia couldn't help
but think about how amazing it felt to meet someone as skilled as she was.
Pulling her hips in to meet his thrusts, she gently ground herself from side to
side, forcing her lover's penis to reach even further inside her, stimulating
her walls and making her squeal out in arousal.
It wasn't long before she felt herself on the edge again;
and as she came, she felt Emilio push even deeper and harder than before.
Throwing her head back, she squealed out another long scream of ecstasy, before
her body began to spasm again. By the time the waves of pleasure had stopped
cascading through her body, she looked up to see Emilio chuckling, his
movements much slower and shallower now.
"You know, I'm getting a little tired back here"
With a chuckle of her own, Julia sat up and reached out and
gently pulled on Emilio's neck. Falling down beside her, the minstrel smiled
at her from the sheets, as she climbed up onto him. Taking his cock back in her
hands, she gave him a smirk before opening her mouth, and bobbing her head down
on him once more.
It didn't take long for the minstrel to reach his limit,
especially with Julia's skilled mouth working along his shaft. And with a sudden
groan, he began to cum. Julia made sure not to let up, and as the first jet of
salty-sweet semen blasted out, into her mouth, she redoubled her efforts.
Before long, Emilio was gasping and groaning, pushing against her forehead, as
she continued to suck long after his cock had stopped twitching.
Lifting her head up and popping off him, Julia gave him a
playful smile, before swallowing his load with an audible gulp.
She grinned down at him, his softening cock still held,
tilting over in her hand. "I take it back. Definitely, the best tasting
cock I've had, today.
The minstrel could only chuckle in response, still gasping, recovering
from his orgasm. Shuffling back up the bed, Julia lay her head down on the
pillows, patting the mattress next to her. Still red-faced, Emilio smiled and
rolled over. Climbing up next to her, he pulled the covers up over the two of
them, as Julia lay, her head on his chest, humming in contentment.
Wrapping his arm around her, the minstrel chuckled. "Usually
there's a charge, to rent a room for the night."
Julia smirked. "Oh don't worry. I'm sure we can work
something out." Under the sheets, she gave his cock a squeeze, and held
it, rubbing her thumb over the head. Before long she felt it starting to get
hard again. "If you thought I'd be satisfied after just one round; Julia
let her sentence trail off with a seductive flourish of her eyebrows.
In response, Emilio lent down, and kissed her passionately. "Oh,
don't worry, my darling; I'd hate to leave you unsatisfied;
Based on a post by LindseyLuv,
for Literotica.
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