Jeff strolled slowly up the wide street, realizing he was in a high-rent neighborhood. The road was on a bluff outside the city walls of Avincor, away from the stench and noise. The houses were typically surrounded by stone or brick walls, and most were two or three stories. Some had guardhouses at the gates, but only a few of these were occupied.
Jeff glanced at these guards, who returned his stare either indifferently or with a hostile glare. None of them looked particularly tough, but his hand unconsciously patted the huge revolver in its shoulder holster beneath his tunic jacket just the same. With it, he was more than a match for most opponents on this world, he figured. At least, most human ones, anyway, and that thought gave him comfort.
Because not much else was going his way at the moment. Lisa had gone without a note or trace- which seemed to be her M.O. "Don't worry about that one, Stud." Lady Maeriadonna had said, grinning. "She always turns back up when you least expect her."
Then Maer had left almost as suddenly as well, summoned back to her homeland by some dynastic or family emergency or something. And –poof!- he was all alone in a foreign city, in a foreign world.
Maer had left Jeff with a decently heavy bag of gold and a letter of introduction to an old colleague of hers that she had heard was looking to hire on help.
Jeff's had looked up a couple of the more highly-regarded mages in town and researched the cost of getting home. The problem wasn't just the transportation spell itself- that spell was actually pretty straight-forward, though by no means cheap. What was really going to be the problem was for the mage in question to find out where to send him- there were apparently infinite choices of destinations, and singling out his home world was going to be a job in itself, requiring subtle and powerful magics.
Maer had suggested the same thing Lisa once had- adventuring was the quickest way to wealth, or to ingratiating himself to someone with the requisite skill and power to send him home. That, or learn magic himself, the Halfling had told him- an idea he had found both intriguing and disturbing. All he really wanted was to get back home, to a world with cable TV and Charmin and central heat & air.
He arrived at the address he was looking for- a wall of grey stone with a metal gate. The gate had a viewing slot that was currently closed. There was a little gong in a niche, and he banged it with the small hammer provided, producing a rather weak noise.
A startled shout came from the other side of the gate and the viewing slot slid open abruptly. A pair of dark eyes peered out suspiciously at him. "Here now! What do you mean making a ruckus like that? Whaddya want?"
The voice was gruff and the owner sounded like he was nearly out of breath. Jeff stepped back to give the guard a good view of him and nodded a greeting, smiling with as much friendliness as he could muster. "I'm looking for a Mr. Fergus Willsmith. I have a letter here..."
"Yeah? Let's see it- pass it through." The guard sounded annoyed.
Jeff hesitated a moment, then did as asked. The slot closed immediately, and he heard a muttered conversation on the other side. He grinned- he had the impression he had interrupted something- he could hear a woman's voice retreating before the slot slid back open. He quickly removed the grin.
"Wait here a bit, then."
The gate opened after a short while and the guard waved Jeff in. Jeff guessed the man to be about fifty or so, with a lean, wiry build and thick, bushy grey mustache and eyebrows and a sallow, sullen cast to his features. There was a little hut built into the wall, and the yard was neatly mowed and gardened. The guard indicated the doorway of the house with a nod, framed by a pointed arch, with three short steps leading up to it. The house was two stories tall but seemed somehow squat and almost fortress-like despite the many windows on both floors.
"Knock on the door and the maid will let you in. Mind you don't let the goblin too close to your purse." He warned with a snide laugh.
Jeff nodded and walked to the door. Goblin?
The maid wore a surprisingly stereotypical maid outfit- not the first time on this world that he had noted clothing similar to that worn back home. She had short, wavy brown hair and a nice smile, but her brown eyes looked bright and almost feverish. Was she drunk, he wondered? Or stoned maybe?
He took in a pretty good shot of cleavage as he passed her to enter. He noted that she snuck a glance and a wave at the guard before closing the door behind him and wondered if this was who had been at the gate with him- she had to be easily half his age, if not more. She led him to a cozy little room. "Make yourself comfortable in the parlor, sir. The master will be a good while, I'm afraid. Can I get you something?"
He looked at her closely. Her pupils were dilated slightly, and she had a hungry look to her glance. She was definitely under the influence of something, he figured. Her offer was pretty blatant, but he was here for a reason, and didn't want to blow his best chance to get hired on as an adventurer.
"Um, no. I'll be fine, thanks."
"Can I take your jacket?" She reached with both hands toward his lapels, and he caught them gently. He didn't want to expose the shoulder rig.
She giggled. "Bashful, are you? The master likes me to make his guests welcome. Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you?"
He let go of her hands, and they immediately dropped to his crotch.
"Damn, girl!" He said to softly as he felt his prick begin to stir under her urgent rubbing. "Um, you're sure your master wont mind?"
She giggled as she sank to her knees in front of him. "He would insist."
She had his pants down to his ankles in seconds, and she kissed his cock in welcome as it rose to greet her. The door to the parlor was wide open, and he bent his head to look out it. Regardless of how the master wanted his guests welcomed, Jeff would rather his first impression be a little more sophisticated than this- but on the other hand, the maid had a nice little technique- at the top of his cock she would waggle her head around the knob two or three times before bobbing down the shaft a good way. She kneaded the base of his cock with one free hand, and the other gently cupped his balls.
She pulled away suddenly and led him over to a chair by his dong. She leaned over the chair and flipped up her skirt. She was naked beneath, and her puffy cunt lips glistened.
He growled softly as he placed his knob at her entrance and pushed gently. She was warm and wet around him, and felt nicely stretched. He thought again of the scene at the gate- he was certain he was finishing what the gate guard had started. Tough luck for him, Jeff thought as he started pumping with a purpose.
She was a moaner, and he leaned forward and covered her mouth, looking anxiously again towards the door. She sucked his middle finger into her mouth and began treating it like she'd just treated his dong.
Wanting to get this over quickly and aware she was already close he reached around her and found her clit. He was thrusting so hard the chair was lurching a few inches with each thrust, and he leaned forward to nuzzle her ear.
"Come for me, baby." He urged. "Come on- let me feel you come."
She groaned around his finger and he felt her pussy muscles clenching at him. He let his own load go a few thrusts later with a satisfied groan. She was a nice piece of ass, he thought. She turned and gave him a warm kiss, and while she did so she wiped his dick clean with a rag she had produced from somewhere.
She knelt and pulled his pants back up for him, and he buttoned them and buckled his belt as she straightened her own attire. She gave his crotch a pat and turned towards the door. "I'll get you something cool to drink, Sir." She said, smiling as she left the room.
The parlor contained several stuffed chairs and a wide variety of decorations. On one wall a variety of paintings of fantastical creatures vied with a collection of painted masks- not at all barbaric but finely crafted of wood and metal and one that might have been ivory or bone.
On another wall a bookshelf stood, the books separated by numerous busts and small statues of military-looking figures. A few of the books seemed to be in English- which never ceased to amaze him- how had modern English come to be the dominant language on this world so far away from his own- though the locals simply called it as the 'common' tongue? But many of the books were in languages strange to him.
A large map covered the other wall, and he moved to it and began to study it. It seemed to be a map of the continent on which Avincor stood. He studied the map carefully. Avincor was prominently marked on the Eastern side of the continent, and he noted the river that quickly led from there to the broad body of water marked 'Magoyan Sea". Up and down the coast were a number of cities, though only one was marked anywhere near as heavily as Avincor, which he assumed was a measure of size.
His attention on the map, he didn't realize at first that someone had moved quietly up beside him, and he jumped away, startled. The goblin smiled at him.
It was plainly a goblin, though he had never seen one before. It was short and scrawny and had greenish skin and darker green hair, almost black. Sharp, pointed teeth were displayed in the smile, and he realized with a start that it was female.
He suddenly realized that his gun was in his hand- though he didn't remember drawing it. All that practice must be paying off, he thought rather sheepishly as he lowered it to point at the ground.
If the goblin realized the gun was a weapon, it hadn't been intimidated by it, he noted. It had yellow eyes and large pointed ears. Its features were sharp and it looked gaunt. It wore some sort of silk loin cloth/skirt thing belted with a thin gold rope or chain and a sort of short tank top of the same material. It had smallish, pointed breasts and its midriff was bare, displaying a startling series of scars that looked like claw marks, bisecting the navel at a sharp angle. How had it survived that wound? He wondered idly.
A soft cough from the door made Jeff turn slightly, though some instinct made him take a step back as he did so to keep the goblin in his line of sight. The figure at the door nodded appreciatively.
"You don't like our little friend, do you?" The newcomer noted with a smile. "Good, good. Scat, then, Elvira." He waved a casual hand at the goblin, which looked from him to Jeff again, and then shrugged. Giving Jeff another toothsome smile, it left the room without a sound.
The man approached with a hand extended. "Fergus Willsmith at your service." He was of middle height, burly with dark, piercing eyes. His neatly trimmed mustache was tinged with grey and he wore a pair of round spectacles. He reminded Jeff of a banker or a business man.
Jeff shook the hand and introduced himself- as their hands met, Jeff felt a strange tingling sensation, like static electricity. Fergus studied him frankly as they spoke. "The Lady Maer's letter said you were a man of some prowess. I take it you know how to handle that hand-cannon of yours?"
Jeff nodded. "I'm all right with it."
"Can I see it?"
