Hey, hope you'll enjoy this story. I'm not sure what all 'genres' I'm going to cover, so just expect some normal stuff, lesbian, transgender and BDSM.
And yeah everyone is above 18 and all that.
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"You seem new," The lady at the table said, "You know we don't get a lot of travellers around here. All we get are those who are going to the Hill." The lady said in a sweet and deep voice.
For a second the guy sitting next to her looked up at the lady and said, "Uhh... Yeah, I'm new to this place fair lady," the guys gaze constantly dropping down, despite his best efforts, towards the not so large yet firm breasts cover by an expensive red velvet coat, "I'm heading towards the Hill."
"Well then, in this inn all the pilgrims to the hill get free drinks from the house...and a bed warmer of your choice." Following which the lady clapped her hands. A man came up to him with two mugs of beer and then went back and stood in a group of men who just assembled, besides them a group of women came and stood, all in their primes, beautiful, firm and every thing a person would want.
"Chose anyone dear." She said.
The man initially shocked, later regaining his composure, pointed at a lady.
It was the same lady who spoke till now.
Smiling she said, "I like your taste young man."
The lady nodded her head and all the servants went back.
"Have your drink and come to your room." The lady got up and left.
No thoughts of the present incident being a joke crossed his mind, because such was the nature of his journey and his destination, the Hill. Excited he left the beer untouched and followed the lady into a room. The room was just big enough to accommodate a bed a little walking space.
Entering the room the lady pointed towards the bed and said, "Let me, the mistress of the inn under the Hill, serve you for the night."
Excited and blushing the guy walked up to the bed and sat down on the hay filled mattress. Blushing he dropped down his head and looked at the lady's bare fair feet, the red velvet dress reached her ankles. His brain ran with a thousand thoughts, but his body frozen.
Waiting a minute the lady asked him his name.
He replied, Strad.
"Stard, I want you to look up."