Luke was feeling hungry. There was a pit in his stomach that need filling and he wasn't the kind of man that enjoyed going without. He hated it, in fact. It was a good thing he had just gotten paid for his last job. His coin pouch was heavy with silver that he had earned by helping guard the last caravan from Ester into town. It was dangerous job and travelling across the plains for weeks was no picnic, but the pay was good. Bandits and monsters such as dire wolves were known to attack unlucky travelers, which was why people hired men like him. Luke was mercenary and he looked the part. He was wearing dark leather and there was a long blade strapped to his waist. It wasn't a decoration. He knew his way around a sword, and he had killed more than his fair share of men and monsters.
The street corner Luke was standing at hummed with activity. It was noon and Delpher was a prosperous trading city. Small stalls made from colorful cloth lined both sides of the streets. Merchants called out to costumers from their booths. Their yelling could barely be heard above the din of the crowds. Mobs of people were walking everywhere and in every direction.
Many of the nearby vendors were selling food such as meat on sticks or various colored fruits, but Luke didn't feel like street food. He wanted a real meal that would stick to his bones after being on the road so long. With an annoyed huff, Luke begin pushing his way through the crowds of men and women.
He kept an eye out for pickpockets or threats, and the other eye out for tempting women. Most the women he spotted were older and wore the long modest dresses of local respectable citizens but there were a few sweet exceptions. Luke smiled in delight as a tall woman with tanned skin and dark hair passed by. Her red silk dress was split at the side and it revealed generous amount of leg and most of her shapely breasts. The shadow of her nipples could even be seen though the sheer fabric of her dress. Luke considered doing more than looking, but it was obvious that the two men flanking her were her guards and that they were there to discourage exactly that kind of behavior.
After a few minutes, the small stalls gave way to taller wooden buildings, and Luke spotted what he was looking for, a tavern. It was a two-story building with large windows out front and a sign featuring a smiling weasel hanging above the door. Luke grinned to himself as he walked over and pulled open the door. The sign amused him. The animal's half crazy smile looked familiar, and he had been called a weasel more than once. Maybe it was a good sign.
As the door shut behind Luke, his environment grew quieter and darker. The sound of conversing voices filled the tavern but it was still less noisy than outside. A dozen people were scattered around the front room, and most of them were seated at various tables. The occupants mostly wore rough garments that indentified them as working locals, but there were a few of them in richer dress like that which merchants wore. None of them caught his eye so Luke moved on.
A large polished counter of dark wood ran along one wall. There was a pot-bellied bald man and a long shelf full of alcohol bottles behind it. What caught Luke's attention though was one of the serving wenches. She had blonde curly hair and an ample bosom that looked quite inviting to Luke. There was professional smile on her face as she talked to customers and carried a tray of drinks around. She was wearing a long dress that went down to her ankles but the white frilly shirt beneath her bodice displayed a lot of her impressive cleavage. Her round breasts almost looked they wanted to pop out of her shirt.
An appreciative whistle escaped Luke's lips as he walked over to a table and took a seat. For a few minutes he simply watched the barmaid hurry around the tavern and serve other customers, but when she happened to stumble by he called out to her. "Hey, beautiful, I'd like to order some food now. I think you've made me wait long enough."
The blonde immediately froze and turned to look at Luke. There was a frown on her face, but Luke just met her gaze and smiled confidently. Luke knew he was an attractive man. He was slightly taller than average and had an athletic build. His classically handsome face was framed by short brown hair and intelligent dark green eyes. The women seemed to agree with Luke's self-evaluation because after looking him over her expression softened.
"I'll be right with you in a second," she replied as her professional smile returned. Luke however wasn't looking at her face. Her chest looked even more stunning from close up.
"No, I'm rather famished so I think you should serve me right now. I'm a good tipper when I'm kept happy," Luke told her. His tone was playful but also assertive.
The blonde hesitated for a second before replying. "Fine, what would you like, sir?"
Luke felt an electric thrill from being called sir, even if he knew she probably referred to all her costumers that way. There were a lot of things he wanted from the serving wench right now.
"Bring me whatever the lunch special is and a strong ale. Don't water it down any."
"What's your preference in ale, sir?"
"Surprise me, I'm sure you know what I want."
The blonde hesitated again but then nodded and turned to leave.
"Wait a second, lass," Luke called after her before she had taken more than a single step.
"What is it?"
"I'd just like to know the name of the most charming serving maid in all of Delpher before you go. I'm Luke."
The blonde woman blushed slightly in response. Her cheeks reddened as her blue eyes looked down in embarrassment.
"I'm Melanie, sir," she answered quickly before hurrying away toward the door to the kitchen by the bar.
It was several minutes before she reappeared with a tray of food in hand. Luke was pleased to note that she looked to have fixed up her hair and washed her face while she had gone. That was definitely a good sign. It meant she was interested in him.
"Here you go, Luke. I hope you like it," Melanie said as she placed the tray down in front of him.
"It looks delicious. Thank you, Melanie. You sure know how to please a man," he told her as he winked suggestively.
Blushing again, the blonde woman smiled and went to serve the other patrons. Luke watched her bustle about the smoky room as he finished his meal of steak and potatoes. He licked his lips after a long gulp of ale. The alcohol burned on the way down but it warmed his blood and cleared his head. He couldn't keep his eyes off Melanie's bouncing bosom, and he didn't even try. When the beautiful blonde walked out of the kitchen with a bundle of sheet in her arms and headed over to a hallway on the other side of the room, Luke got up and followed her. He moved slowly and kept an eye on all the people nearby, especially the bartender, but no one was paying him any attention. He slipped into the dark hallway just as the blonde pushed through a door at the other end. Excitedly, he stalked over to the door and slipped inside after her.
The small room he entered looked to be a laundry room. It was barely more than a closet. A pile of dirty sheets was piled next a big basin of soapy water. It was lit by single tiny window on the far wall, but there was enough light to reveal that Luke and Melanie were alone. The blonde woman was leaning over the pile of sheets but she straightened up and twisted around as she heard the door open.
"What? Who is it?" she gasped in surprise. Her eyes were wide with fear but Luke was sure he heard more than a little excitement in her voice.
Luke immediately stepped forward and pressed a hand to her mouth, as he pushed her up against the wall. The touch of her body sent a shiver down his spine and his lusty smile broadened. Melanie squealed in shock as her body went stiff. Her eyes shone with nervousness and her face went pale from fear.
"Shhh, making any noise would be a mistake," Luke whispered in her ear as he pressed himself up against her. Her breasts were squeezed as his hard muscular chest leaned into her. Melanie whimpered as she tried to figure out what was happening and what she should do. One of Luke's hands held her arm and the other kept her silent.
A quiet laugh filled the room as Luke took in the beautiful sight before him. Her blonde curls and blue eyes entranced him. Her curvaceous body and thin waist felt so good against him. He wanted her so badly. He would make her his.
Suddenly, Melanie squealed again and tried to flail. Her hips shot forward and Luke was almost thrown back. With an annoyed grunt, Luke recovered his balance and tightened his grip on her. Her wrist felt thin and fragile in his hand, like it could break if he squeezed it. Melanie went still again as their gazes met. She knew she had no chance of escaping him. His thick arms held her in place.
"Yelling wouldn't be a good idea, lass. Let me show you how much you want this," he told her as he stared into her frightened eyes.
Luke let go of the blonde's arm and reached down. Sensing opportunity, she tried to pull away again, Before she could though, Luke pulled her dress up in one smooth motion and then slipped his hands down the front of her drawers. Melanie squealed again and her eyes went as wide as they could, but this time it wasn't from fear. Her assailant's cold fingers slid down her body and parted the hair of her untrimmed bush. They continued on until they found her womanly folds and then they sunk into her lower lips. Melanie was frozen in shock as the mercenary began to play with her cunt. His fingers slid up and down her pussy with a quick rhythm that seemed to touch every hidden part of her. She groaned as he found her clit and began to tease it. This carnal exploration caused her body to react with shocking force. Her cunt began to moisten and her clit suddenly became incredibly sensitive as it grew engorged with blood, and all the while Luke continued to relentlessly play with her. Her hips pushed forward to meet his fingers.
