A real crowd pleaser

[Schoeche]

In the town of Krensthorpe, there stands a mill. The Miller, a seasoned hand, lives there with his wife and daughter. Like most millers, he is not the most respectable of men. It is said that Sshady figures go there to fence loot, and it is true that the Miller always has a little more coin available than one would expect. At any rate, it is not the Miller we are concerned with, but his daughter. She has spent all her life at this mill, and she knows more than a little about the characters who show up. Her father being permissive, she spends a good bit of time at the tavern and in other disreputable locations, enjoying the attentions that she gets there.

@RedCoat

Aethel

 

[RedCoat]

And attention she gathered. She was, by far, the most attractive girl in the small town and every evening she’d be plyed with beer and wine by any adventurers who desired to enjoy the pleasure of her bed, be they human, elf or tiefling. Some nights were worse though, and on those she could always try her luck in the towns lesser frequented bar, it’s patrons more likely to simply take her without foreplay. This evening however, she’d find herself sat at a table with a human bard, his lithe body and soft voice charming to see and listen too. And the plentiful booze certainly didn’t hurt his chances with her…

 

[Schoeche]

She leaned forward on the table, listening raptly to the story the bard was telling. “And what happened next?” Although not entirely feigned, the interest was a little exaggerated for the benefit of the bard. She knew her work, and the view she offered as she leaned in was quite impressive. She reached for her ale, took a drink, and licked the her lips, waiting for him to continue.

 

[RedCoat]

He met her eyes with a roguish grin “Well, my dear, then I finally gained the upper hand, knocking my foes hammer from her hand and, with a simple slice of my sword, I cut her armours straps and left her defenceless, the only clothing left her tight leather beneath!” He took a long drink of his ale and then gestured wildly, splashing what was left over her large chest “After that… well, I could tell you, or perhaps we could retire to my room and I could show you…”

 

[Schoeche]

She laughed, eyes glowing. “Why not? After all, I need to know if you are actually as skilled with this ‘sword’ of yours as you claim to be.” She grinned roguishly and stood, not caring about the beer splashed on her clothes. She wouldn’t be wearing them long anyway. “We shouldn’t walk out too obviously.” She glanced around, knowing there were some rougher sorts that would be getting jealous. “I’ll meet you upstairs.” Giving him a last wink and flirt, she flounced out, carrying some empty glasses to drop off at the counter on her way. A few minutes later, she was up by his room.

 

[RedCoat]

The door swung open, and the first thing she’d see was the man stood naked in the doorway, his ‘sword’ still dangling limply between his legs, at an impressive 5 inches, but the moment he saw her it began to swell, soon standing proud at nearly 10. His grin was wide as he pulled her inside by her breasts, using them as oversized handholds.

 

[Schoeche]

She giggled, kicking the door closed as she was pulled inside. “The sword is impressive enough.” She grinned and passed her hand over the tip. “The question was, do you know how to use it?” She looked up at him impishly.

 

[RedCoat]

He tilted his head, a soft breath escaping his lips as her hand brushed against him, but then when she spoke he moved quickly, disrobing her and pinning her to the bed “My Swordwork, madam, is second to none… as you are about to discover!” And with that he pressed his head to her slit, moving slowly so her body would produce the lubricant it would need to have his full size.

 

[Schoeche]

She squealed excitedly as he took control. She bent over the bed, moving so she was readily accessible as he made short work of her clothes. “That’s a good sign” she thought. “He doesn’t fumble with women’s clothes anyway.” She chuckled softly, then let out a soft moan as he was pushing at her entrance already.

 

[RedCoat]

When she moaned he began to press himself deeper, proving he’d done exactly this sort of thing before as he began to rub against every soft, receptive spot inside her, his own soft moans giving voice to the tight softness she gripped him with.

 

[Schoeche]

She groaned and squirmed underneath him, fists clenching the blankets. “Mmm… yes… truly a swordsman indeed.”

 

[RedCoat]

The Bard suddenly shifted his position, seizing her breasts and squeezing them whilst he began pressing himself into her womb itself, his moans increasing as he could feel that wide space his tip had entered “Gods… how are you so tight yet so welcoming?! It’s… so good!”

 

[Schoeche]

She giggled at his enthusiasm, but was interrupted by a moan of pleasure as he hit the right spot. “Ahh… oh gods yes.” She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him, helping drive him into her again and again.

 

[RedCoat]

“It’s… like fucking the most perfect virgin, who has such experience handling ‘blades’!” He cried out in delight, as she wrapped her legs around him, only encouraging his heavy pounding into her hips.

 

[Schoeche]

She groaned, gasped, and cried out as a flood of wetness accompanied her orgasm. “Mmhhh… yesss….. she writhed, then went limp, dropping down on the bed. She lay still, panting.

 

[RedCoat]

As she went limp, he’d continue to pound her with vigor “Pah, your done already? Dirty whore, can’t even keep up! Fine!” He snarled as he gripped her hair and pulled her head up so he could see her eyes.

 

[Schoeche]

She perked up a bit, her first climax fine. She wriggled back away from him, looking up at him. She was going to pull away and drop down in front of him, but she was stopped by his grip on her hair. She looked down at his sword and her tongue ran over her lip.

 

[RedCoat]

He watched her eyes and the smirk he’d worn returned “Ah, I see… not had enough to drink, yes? Then I guess you’d best get sucking…”

 

[Schoeche]

She wriggled to her knees, grinning up at him. She reached out and stroked his cock, taking a moment to catch her breath. She shuffled forward and, the next moment, she was writing to work with a will. Her lips slid up and down over the tip of his cock while her tongue slid back and forth over the tip.

 

[RedCoat]

He gave a soft moan as she started to suck his length “Thats it… good girl, deeper…” he moaned out, his hands moving to grip her hair.

 

[Schoeche]

She moved faster, shoving his cock deeper into her mouth. The head pushed back close to the back of her mouth as she kept sucking his big cock.

 

[RedCoat]

Whilst she moved, she’d feel his length pulsing inside her mouth, ready to disgorge his cum inside her.

 

[Schoeche]

She tilted her head, changing the pressure of her tongue against his cock, then reached up and fondled the part of it thay didn’t fit in her mouth. She sucked harder, working to make him cum.

 

[RedCoat]

As she increased her pressure he gave a pleasured moan and flooded her mouth with his thick cum, falling back a little “Wow… doesn’t your mouth make such a good scabbard for my sword…”

 

[Schoeche]

She swallowed quickly, knowing she had no where else to go with it. She rose to her feet. “I suppose it does.” She smiled and started putting her clothes back on.

 

[RedCoat]

“Where are you going, you hot piece of ass?!” He asked incredulously, dragging her back and pressing against her rear with his cock.

 

[Schoeche]

“I’m going out.” She said grinning. “You gave your demonstration. You want something more?” She gently worked to pull away, but ground her ass against his cock as she did.