Aramil Liadon, elven ranger, wandered along the busy road with a smile on his face. He had a pouch full of gold and a head full of wonder at the world he was experiencing. He suspected that the good times would not always last so he wanted to make the most of this sense of adventure whilst he had it.
The day slowly stretched out before him but Aramil did not grow tired. He was excited about seeing the city. The town he had stopped in last night had seemed gigantic to him but Kerianas had said it was nothing compared to the city up ahead. He looked forward to it taking his breath away.
And as he approached it from a distance it most certainly did. He crested a hill and then realised he was looking down into the city, which sat alongside a river. Even from this far away he could see the castle that stood on a hill in the middle of the city. It was very imposing and Aramil guessed that the duke who lived there was very important. That would explain why his wedding was such a major event.
Slowly he made his way towards the city and by early afternoon he was standing at its front gate. The walls were made of stone and huge and Aramil felt as if he were entering a fortress. He strode past the guards at the front gates and soon found himself in a different world.
Numerous shops lined the cobbled streets and everywhere was a mass of people. He had never seen anything like it. It was full of strange sights and smells and sounds and he was almost overwhelmed by it all. He stood staring for a moment until he was bumped out of the way by a man carrying a sack of turnips, who glared at Aramil for standing in the middle of the road.
He really needed to stop doing that.
For the rest of the day he wandered the city, enjoying its sights. Around every corner there seemed to be something new that he had never seen before. There were all sorts of people hurrying about like dwarves and halflings and even one or two elves.
Eventually however the day started to lengthen and he realised he was hungry. He was also getting very horny and he grimaced when he realised this was the drawback of his magic cock. If he didn't do something about it soon he would start propositioning every woman he came across and he didn't want that, especially not in an unfamiliar town where he might get himself into serious trouble.
With that in mind he decided to find a tavern. Somewhere nice he could afford to rent a room. That way he could get something to eat and he'd also have somewhere private if his horniness got too much.
He approached a guard standing by a bridge and asked directions to the nearest tavern. The man was very helpful and gave him a list, recommending a particularly nice establishment with good prices that was not too far away. Aramil made his way there and found the advice to have been excellent as the tavern was lovely. The price was also very reasonable and soon he had rented a room and returned to the main hall.
He ordered some food and happily ate it as it arrived. It was very different to what he was used to since it was not elven cuisine but he knew he'd have to get accustomed to that. Humans tended to eat different foods and especially here in the city variety was limited. That said it was still a very tasty meal and he enjoyed it.
It was only when he had finished the meal that he realised the tavern had got really busy. He waited for a serving girl to come and collect his plate.
"What's going on?" he asked as the woman picked up his plate.
She smiled. "Dancer's gonna perform for us. Rare treat." She winked at him. "Might wanna get a better view, you're gonna like her."
Then the woman strode off and Aramil was left wondering what she meant. He stood up, finding that it was difficult to see the stage at the far end of the tavern which is where everyone was looking. He was tall but not overly so which meant he couldn't see over all the heads which were in the way.
Then he had a thought. As an elf he was exceedingly agile and he noticed a low beam that supported the ceiling. With a quick jump he grabbed hold of it and then in one smooth motion swung himself onto it so he had a perfect view of what was going on.
Moments later the room suddenly went very quiet and everyone focused on the stage. Aramil had to stifle a gasp as a young woman walked in. A few others were not as composed as Aramil though and he heard a few gasps from around the room.
The woman was absolutely stunning. She was probably about 5'9" and in her late-twenties, with wavy black hair that fell to the middle of her back and bright green eyes. She was wearing a long glittery blue skirt that fell all the way to the floor and then an extravagant top that revealed her midriff but was tight over her large breasts. An elaborate and expensive silver necklace with multiple layers completed the outfit.
Then the music started. Aramil did not know where it was coming from but it was beautiful. What was even more beautiful however was the way the woman started to move.
She started slowly but as the music grew louder her movements grew more energetic. It seemed to complement the music perfectly but what really took his breath away was the way colours seemed to swirl around her as she danced with the music. Clearly she was also an illusionist of some sort.
It was the most beautiful show Aramil had ever seen and he realised it was dragging out all the emotions in him. She was able to dance sadly, angrily, happily, even comically.
Finally, as the show seemed to be winding down, the woman started to move more sensually. The music grew erotic. She burst into a dance that was extremely passionate and arousing and Aramil's balls ached at the sight of it. His horniness had never abated when confronted with the sight of such a beautiful woman but this final dance almost pushed him over the edge.
She kept the performance up for a few minutes and then finally finished, bowing low and dancing off stage to rapturous applause. After she had gone Aramil decided to stay a little longer on the beam. For you see the eroticness of the dance had made him a little... uncomfortable.
In other words he did not want to climb down from the beam whilst he had a raging erection. Soon it had faded just about enough that no one would notice and he jumped down. He had just reached the bottom of the stairs when a woman emerged from a side door without looking and walked straight into him.
He quickly regained his balance and turned to her. Then his breath caught. It was the dancer!
She was wearing a shapeless grey shawl that covered her body entirely but he knew she was probably still wearing the dancing outfit beneath. His cock twitched at the sight of her.
"Sorry," he said hurriedly. "That was my fault."
The dancer seemed stunned to see him, then quickly composed herself. "Nonsense, I wasn't watching where I was going." She bit her lower lip and seemed to consider something for a moment, then held out her hand. "I am Cassandra."
Aramil took it, flinching inwardly. Her skin was so soft and she was so hot and it was all he could do not to just blurt out that he wanted to fuck her right there. His horniness was beginning to overwhelm him.
"I am Aramil," he said, bowing.
