-You'll have to excuse me for my English; it's not my first language. I don't think it'll cause you big problems to read, but you'll certainly find some mistakes. -
Ogden the innkeeper was just about to lock his guest-filled house for the night when the rain started to fall. Looking through the little hole in the door, he stares at the shining moon. "Full moons are signs, my son. You never know what might happen during full moons..." His father used to say. But right now, he cared more about being dry and warm inside his house than anything else. The 18-year-old boy really feels safe inside his huge home and inn. He heard so many stories about adventurers that had to sleep outside in the middle of endless forests, or wizards that had to stay up in their towers even though raging storms were filling them with rain or snow. He smiles at himself, thinking about his dull but safe life. "The eleventh century is not barbaric like the past!" he thinks to himself. But as a kid he had dreamed about these famous adventures and wanted, like everybody else, to wander deep into caverns and dungeons. Back then he could see himself waving a short sword in a hand and a burning torch in the other, running fearlessly into the darkness of the night towards the evil creatures that lie therein. He wanted to rid his village of the so-called demons that came nearly every week to raid the food shops. But as of today, these stories about demons was the subject everyone was talking about. Why? Because they didn't appear in the last three weeks. Nobody even complained about any damages because there wasn't any. His father, like a lot of people in the village, think that they've been delivered by a courageous group of wanderers that, when informed of their situation, went to the forest and killed all the demons. Maybe. But there are others stories about the whys of their new behaviors.
But before even beginning to think about the witch's story, Ogden jumps back from the little hole when he sees a man appearing on the other side of the door. But, after a few seconds, he realizes that he didn't appear, he just turned the corner of his house and walked to the door. He's drenched and looking at Ogden, asking him to open the door to let him in. Shaking-off the fear to regain control of himself, Ogden walks back to the door and slides the large wooden peg that locked it in place. When the man enters, Ogden is once again surprised. He notices that the man is much taller than he had thought; he must've been crouched down a little when he looked through the hole. Now, standing tall in the hall, he must be at least six feet and four inches. And he's not the tall and slim kind of guy. He looks like all his body is made of muscles; huge shoulders and chest, with powerful arms and legs that complete this sculpture of a man. Ogden is still in shock before this mastodon when the man speaks out loud to someone outside. Intrigued, our innkeeper looks outside too, only to see one of the most beautiful woman pass through the door. Even though she appears to be as much a warrior as the man, she looks at Ogden with a smile that calms him a lot. Now all his ideas about robbers were gone.
If he was impress by the massive man, Ogden is now more than amazed by the woman standing before him now. Her long red hair waves softly down to her lower back, with the most part of them trapped in a tress. But around her face, some rebel locks emerge to add to her charms. While the man has a claymore strapped on his back, she carries a long bow across her chest. And what a chest. He only looks directly at it for about a second, too afraid of being caught, but he's simply stunned by the sheer beauty that reigns there. Her leather-clad breasts are outlined even more by the tight bow string that passes between them. The water-dripping leather armor is sticking to her body like a second skin and Ogden can even see her cold nipples poking against the clothes. Her leather vest doesn't even cover her belly, only her breasts. Ogden guesses that it was magical because in combat, dressed like this, she would have been defenseless. And everybody knows that no one should underestimate magical stuff. Her body was thigh and the probable years of training shows clearly on her nude skin. A lot lower than her navel hangs a thong-like leather piece that barely hides her crotch.
When she moves to close the door behind her, Ogden sees another piece of clothing covering her bush. But behind, it simply passes between her buttocks, to reveal one of the most beautiful thing Ogden ever had the pleasure of seeing. Her ass is simply perfect, and it too looked like it's magical! Round, firm, with a little line that separates it from her long thighs, and yet through the strength it seems like the smoothest thing that exists. When she bends forward to see if someone followed them (that's what she says to the man) Ogden feels like he will loose consciousness: putting her hands on her knees and keeping her legs perfectly straight, she looks like a warrior nymph out of his dreams. And God knows that he has a lot of dreams! Placed like this, she gives Ogden a chance to marvel at her long legs. They look strong but without bulging muscles. Simply long, lean and firm. Beautiful. Ogden lets out, very faintly, a small moan that sounds pretty much like "Oh my God!", and feel his knees becoming soft when she turns a bit before arching her back even more. Suddenly, the man who's still just beside Ogden sees him loose his balance and grabs him by the shoulders, with a laugh that surprises Ogden. He looks like the serious and silent type, too worried about his quests to ever laugh. But when he lifts Ogden up to put him back on his feet, the giant looks at the women and, laughing, says to her; "Alicia, I think you're too much for him to bare." When she turns around, with a new smile on her lovely face, she realizes that the position she was in could indeed have some effects on the young man. Laughing, she tells to the man; "You're probably right Silver, I should apologize!"
