Cecil and the Innkeeper's Son
As the weeks passed by, business slowly improved at The Bull and Mare inn - in large part due to the persuasions of Cecil the wench, and the spreading rumors of pleasures that might await inside..
However, by 'slowly improved,' it was less of a 'the inn is bustling' improvement, and more of an 'the inn isn't empty every night, just most nights' sort of improvement. As much as the innkeeper, Richard, always found something to do - and he had substantially more money to fix the inn, given modest revenue was infinitely better than the entire lack of revenue he had before - Cecil was majestic in her ability to avoid doing anything she didn't absolutely have to.
Despite her apparent laziness, Cecil had a genuine interest in the inn and wanted it to succeed. Why she did, she wasn't so sure, but she did care. When she first came she told herself thoughts of exacting her revenge on the Witches of Clendol for evicting her was the top priority, but now her mind was filled with thoughts of the inn and its future.
Early one evening, precisely those sorts of thoughts filled her mind as she leaned against the bar and stared out the window. She had pleased and placated patrons and tax collectors alike, Richard toiled endlessly - at that very moment he was away at the village, negotiating with the blacksmith and carpenters for supplies to make repairs - and yet Georg, Richard's son who had just stepped into manhood and was easily twenty years old, did nothing. Richard's wife also did nothing, but Cecil didn't care for the hag and her invisibility was welcomed, but Georg...
Cecil's mind drifted to the day she arrived at The Bull and Mare. Richard had proven a capable lover, and Georg, though inexperienced, had a passion and excitable drive that Cecil thought would be fun to have around more often. And a huge cock. That always helped - even though Cecil's body had been enchanted by the Witches of Clendol to always be clean, wet, and perfectly sized for her partner, she could tell the size difference and appreciated Georg's heft.
And yet, where was the boy now?
Cecil was pulled from her thoughts when the door opened. Two orcs rolled in; she thought one was female and one male, but in truth it could be hard to tell sometimes with orcs. Both were still attractive enough, strong and with pronounced tusks protruding from their mouths. Cecil thought it unfair how often orcs were thought of as unintelligent due to their physical prowess, as the orcs she met were often quite emotionally sensitive and thoughtful.
On closer look, the two arriving must have been recently wed. They wore matching outfits of fine cloth with silver trim and broad-brimmed hats. Each carried a light pack, and their eyes were fixed on each other, giggling as they walked into The Bull and Mare.
"Welcome!" Cecil said brightly. Realizing the fire had dwindled, she tossed a fresh log in and set about lighting candles. "Welcome to The Bull and Mare. I'm Cecil, the resident wench. What can I do for such a lovely couple?"
"We... would like a room," said one of the orcs, sending both giggling as they held hands.
Cecil grinned. While she wouldn't mind ruffling some bedding with a pair of fine orcs, she thought better of it with these two so smitten with each other.
"Might I suggest our finest suite?" Cecil said, with a twinkle in her eye. "Now now, no worries about cost - it's a quiet night and I insist on the free upgrade. Pay as a group room and enjoy yourselves. Would you like a meal? We have a hearty stew going."
After getting the orcs situated, Cecil returned to the front of the inn. She sighed, imagining what the two would be up to all night long - wondering if she would hear their sweet lovemaking from her room. Realizing the water was low, Cecil grabbed a bucket and made for the well.
Outside, the night air was cool and refreshing. Cecil lowered the bucket into the well, but before she could raise it, she spied movement out of the corner of her eye. Peering in the darkness of dusk, she spied a person sneaking around the inn. While her first thought was of the orcs, the figure she saw was far shorter and of a lighter build. Thinking it must be a thief, Cecil set down the bucket, took off her boots and followed after.
Rounding the side of the inn, she spotted the figure climbing a ladder tucked against the wall, hidden behind a few thick shrubs. The person scurried across the roof and slipped into the attic through a hatch.
"Who the hell are you?" Cecil muttered. "I will not abide some thief sneaking into my inn, especially not when that cute orc couple is about to enjoy themselves."
Cecil hurried after, cursing whoever made the ladder uncomfortable for someone of her short height to climb. Cecil eased open the hatch, careful to be sure it made not a sound. She slipped into the attic, creeping around the rafters. She held her hand over her mouth to stifle her own gasp on seeing a young man, face pressed against the attic floor. The tangles of dirty blonde hair, strong jaw, deep-set eyes, and round cheeks were unmistakable: it was Georg.
A closer look around the attic revealed what Georg had been up to all this time. An intricate walkway snaked through the attic, following the halls of the inn below. There was a platform over each room, with soft rushes packed to dampen the sound. Cecil rolled her eyes on seeing a platform over her room as well. Though she had half a mind to wring Georg's ears right then and there, Cecil eased out of the attic, then climbed down from the roof.
"Sneaky boy," she said. "You need a proper punishment for this. Let's not disturb our guests for tonight, maybe you'll learn something from seeing orcs having a proper time of it. Say, if you've been so busy watching everything, I wonder if your skill has improved at all..."
The following night, Cecil lounged at a table by a window. Richard groaned and left the bar.
"No guests tonight, then," said the innkeeper.
"As is custom. Have you seen Georg?" Cecil asked.
"No, why do you ask?"
"Oh, no reason. It just seems he's been running off more and more lately," Cecil said. "I wonder what he's up to."
"If I had my way, that boy of mine would be at work alongside me," Richard said. "He's a man now, but his mother still acts like he's a baby sucking at her teat. Ah, well, I'm off for the night then, don't work too hard."
Cecil waited until she was sure Richard was well and gone. She had heard a tiny squeaking from in the rafters, and was quite certain Georg had been eavesdropping from above, and decided it was the right time to put on a show.
Rubbing her neck, Cecil moaned loudly. "Gods, I'm horny! Well, late as it is I doubt anyone will come. I haven't had personal time in so long... I can think of just the thing to scratch my itch. To my room it is!"
Cecil grinned at the subtle sounds of scrambling above. She made her way to her room and took her time unrolling a blanket and revealing her impressive collection of dildos. She ran her hands over them all, speaking loud enough to be sure Georg could hear.
"Hm... you're a bit small for me right now, I need a proper stretching. You, now you are a possibility. I do like the grooves on you, but I want something that feels more like a human. This one, this might feel nice in my ass." Cecil stopped at a comically large dildo which was near the size of her upper arm. "Oh you, now you might do just fine for my pussy. You feel quite like Georg in size and shape..."
She abruptly looked away, as though she had heard something. Hastily tossing the blanket over her collection, she looked to the front of the inn.
"Hells, what could that have been? Better be some animals and not a guest." Cecil gazed at her collection. "I'll be back for you, all of you. Tonight will be a long night, in the best of ways."
Cecil ran as fast as she could, scaled the ladder, and slipped through the roof hatch. There, as expected, she found Georg laying on a plush blanket with his pants at his knees and his cock in hand.
"Ahem."
Georg scrambled to yank his pants up, his face burning red and his legs flailing like a fish out of water, his pants refusing to budge from his knees.
