It Always Starts At An Inn Pt 03

Winston awakens to the sounds of hustle and bustle outside. He crawls off the uncomfortable mattress, rubs his eyes, and walks towards the stairs. Below there are multiple men dressed in colorful garb, carrying barrels of alcohol. He hears Emma's voice behind him, "It looks like we're in luck. A Gypsy caravan has arrived." She quickly pushes passed him and bounds down the steps.

Veronica steps from her room, her flowing red tresses hang randomly from her head. "What's all the racket down there?"

"I'm not certain. Emma says it's a Gypsy caravan, and apparently it's a good thing." He looks upon her beautiful form in adoration. Her new dress hangs from her short, athletic form. It's not as nice as her old cheerleader uniform, but it still hugs her figure nicely and her round breasts still poke out enough to draw the eye. His eyes scan down to her legs. Scratches and bruises adorn what can be seen of her normally amazing legs. A deep cut runs up her left leg as well as visible cuts along her bare feet.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Her voice brings him back to reality as she sees him blush and turn away. With a quick giggle, she adds in "I didn't mean to embarrass you".

Shyly he looks back and tells her, "I think I have looked upon the image of an angel." His smile trails off awkwardly as he tries to compose himself. He has had a crush on her since first grade and somehow, they have now found themselves in another world, and not only that, but together. He had fallen down a well and when he surfaced, he found himself in a river, in the middle of a forest. Veronica was taking a bath and submerged under the water. When she surfaced, she found herself in a swamp. Whatever fate brought them together is beyond his comprehension.

She giggles, rolling her eyes. "It's too early for that cheesy shit." She steps back into her room and out of his view. He glances back down the stairs as Emma walks back into view. She is readjusting the top of her dress, where her huge breasts are nearly falling out. Her Raven black hair hangs perfectly, without a single hair out of place. Her tall graceful form appears to float to the stairs as she calls up for him to join her.

As he walks down, he becomes very subconscious of himself. He is short and skinny and was the biggest geek in school. He was destined for a life were no sane woman would even look at him. But life is funny sometimes. Now he wonders to himself, how his luck allowed him to be accompanying the two most beautiful woman he knew. His thoughts didn't last long as Emma dances around excitedly.

"I spoke to the leader of this group. They will allow us to travel with them to the city of Griffonmere." She moved around as if in thought, then looks back at Winston. "Get along boy, we are leaving soon." As he still stands uncertain, she turns away and glides back outside the inn.

Winston walks back upstairs to gather his possessions. All he owns is the clothes on his back, and clean set of patched clothing that had been set, folded, by his door. He also has a small pouch with a handful of coins. Apparently this was his share of the reward for saving the village from the Swamp Creatures. Veronica comes walking back out of her door, this time with her hair neatly combed and braided. Light slippers adorns her bare feet. She smiles at him as they walk downstairs and into the activity of the caravan.

*****

Scott has walked all night and upon finding a road, climbs onto the back of the old horse he was leading. He might have felt bad for the horse, if he really cared, but he didn't. Soon he comes upon a cart on the side of the road. An elderly man is packing a tattered blanket under the seat. He glances up at Scott and gives him a hearty wave. "Hello there kind Sir. Would you be so kind as to help another traveler out?"

Scott glances at him with little interest. He is about to ride passed him when he notices a young dark haired woman picking up after their camp. Through her long dress, he can see a nicely shaped ass and underneath, her legs appear fairly long and smooth. "I, Um... I might be able to help."

The old man seems pleased and asks him to gather some firewood as they finish packing up their camp. They will be leaving the woods and out onto the plains where there is less wood laying around. Throughout the morning, he finds that the old man, the lady's father, has promised her hand in marriage. They are traveling to a village several days away for the wedding and they welcomed Scott to join them during the trip.

Scott catches the girl looking at him several times during the ride. He smiles to himself. Setting a goal to sleep with her before they arrive at their destination.

******

Once the caravan was underway, Winston found he was tasked with walking alongside one of the carts. The two woman were allowed to ride. The sounds of singing, music, and dancing could be heard as they did their best to pass the time. He eventually encountered Emma during one of the stops.

"Emma, may I ask a question?" He looked at her having realized that there was some oddities throughout the time since he had met her.

"Sure Winston of the city of the United States." He again thought of correcting her, but decided not to.

"Uhm... I don't know how to ask this, but did you see something weird when we encountered those creatures in the swamp?"

She looked at him oddly and then said, "Oh! You mean their massive cocks? They are all like that. Honestly more woman might swing that way, if they weren't so cruel to those they fuck." She shrugged her shoulders amused at the fact he might be interested in this.

"No!" He shakes his head uncertain, "No, not that. I am talking about that vine. It grabbed them and pulled them away allowing us to escape."

"Oh that... That's a simple answer. I did that." Again she looks at him like the answer is obvious.

"Right..." He stammers on, trying to come up with the best way to approach this subject. "Where I come from, vines don't move on their own and you was in the boat, a good distance away."

She laughs to herself. "Of course they move on their own. Everything is capable of moving on it's own, otherwise the magic wouldn't work." He again stares at her blankly. "Am I the first witch you have ever met? I'm sure you have lots of them in your city."

He shakes his head no. "It involves understanding things well enough to convince them to alter their behavior. For example, rocks like to sit on the ground. Once you talk to the rock and convince it that it would be much happier flying, it will lift into the air and fly away."

"Wait... Rocks... Fly?" Winston scratches his head perplexed. "What about gravity?"

Emma erupts with laughter and struggles to control herself. Each time she looks back at him, she again starts to giggle. He stares at her with uncertainty until she realizes he is serious. "Listen closely. Gravity is nothing more than crazy talk. Everyone knows that gravity is just a conspiracy theory perpetrated by drunk old men with tiny dicks. Ignore the scientific debates that you hear in the bar rooms. Those are uneducated men who know nothing of science." He still looks stunned but she knows he is a smart boy. "I will make you a deal. I will teach you a couple of spells. Then you will understand." After the break, she decides to walk alongside him, explaining how magic works.

*****

Scott lays on the ground staring at the stars. Thoughts of the last two days float through his mind. Yesterday he fell into his backyard swimming pool. When he came to the surface he was in a pond, staring at a farm. He hooked up with a pretty blonde chick but then her dad caught them. It got weird when her father tripped and died. After that, Scott decided to destroy the evidence by burning down the farm.

A shiver runs through his body as he rubs his hands on his arms to create a little heat from friction. It would have been much nicer had he not been rushed. A blanket would be really nice right now. He rubs his hands again and then stops when he hears a branch snap nearby. He quietly peers into the darkness until he sees a form sneaking towards him.

In the faint glow of the fire he sees black hair and fair skin. She is wrapped in a blanket and kneels down next to him. He reaches out, allowing his hand to slide between her legs. Her breath catches in her throat and then she leans forward, kissing him. He allows her to wrap the blanket around him as he holds her warm body against his. His kisses fall across her neck and he feels her reach for his pants. He slides them down giving her access to his manhood. She strokes him several times and then mounts him, lining him up with her opening.

He slowly applies pressure as she buries her face into his chest. With a pop, the pressure releases allowing him access. In the pale moonlight he sees that she is biting her lip. His lips reach out and kiss her until she relaxes again. After this he grabs her ass in each hand and slowly begin to work her up and down. She lets out a quiet moan as she again tries to silence herself on his chest. Soon he begins to speed up and she leans back enjoying the sensations running through her body. His hands run across her flat stomach and up to the small mounds of her chest. She begins to take control as he squeezes and they set a steady rhythm until he begins to feel an ache in his groin. Not wanting it to end yet, he begins to think of football statistics, but his attention is drawn back to her now obvious moaning. He tries to put his hand over her mouth, but she is bouncing too much. He quickly gives up, grabbing her hips and pounds as deep as he can until after a few more thrusts, he erupts deep into her womb, filling her. She lays down on his chest, as he lies there basking in a warmth that seems to fill his stomach. Moments later they both fall asleep.

*****

The caravan had been traveling for several days and Winston realized both his feet and his head hurt. The uneven ground and poor boots left blisters on his feet. The spare moments in which he wanted to rest was bombarded by Emma explaining mathematical formulas and incorrect human biology lessons. She explained that certain words, when said a certain way, can have effects on the human body. During one lesson she asked him to give one of the gypsies an upset stomach. He followed her directions, but nothing seemed to happen. He was about to give up when the gypsy stood up and let out a tremendous fart. The stench ran everyone away from the campfire. He laughed, let out a few belches, and then sat down again, alone.

Winston in no way felt that he was responsible for "convincing" his body to do that, but Emma seemed very pleased with his progress. What kept him distracted was looking for Veronica. Every time he went to the cart that her and Emma shared, she was either out, or Emma cornered him for more lessons. He did see her, at one point, walk by one of the fires, but when he circled, she was gone. He began to wonder if she was purposely avoiding him.

The next evening, he was sitting at the fire as Emma was talking about how sun tans weren't caused by the sun. Instead, she claimed the skin darkened because it was happy to receive vibrations from the sun and other sources. When he asked if she meant radiation, she laughed like it was the beast joke she had ever heard. His attention was drawn away by a flash of red. Veronica was standing between two of the carts. One of the young gypsy men was standing very close to her, whispering in her ear. She giggled, blushed, and then whispered something back. As he began to stand up, Emma reached out and caught his attention. As he looked back, both Veronica and the man were gone. Emma, kept stammering on, without noticing. She was now trying to explain that being around too much sand can also darken the skin, and swamp gas can turn skin green. He rolled his eyes, shook his head, and pretended to follow along. Thoughts of Veronica and the man kept his mind in disarray.

*****

Scott awakened early as he felt the warm soft body move and wander away. His mind was racing with memories of the past evening. Suddenly, he heard a scream. This was soon followed by a wail of pure agony. Scott really didn't want to get up, but after convincing himself it may be him in danger next, he begrudgingly sat up and moved towards the girl. He quickly found her perched over her father's lifeless body as she continued to cry. A thought went through his mind about the odds of meeting two girls, in two days, whose fathers died the same day. At least this time it couldn't be blamed on him.

He looked through the cart for some food as the constant wailing was getting on his nerves. He sat on the cart for what seemed like hours. He busied himself hitching up the two horses and tied his horse to the back. The girl was still crying, so he decided he didn't need all of this drama. With a whistle and a snap of the reins, he ordered the horses to move. Even as he found himself well down the road, he could still hear the girl crying. The cart rocked back and forth as he continued to ride away. The only thought that seemed of any importance was "Damn, I forgot to grab a blanket."

*****

Winston sat next to the fire, attempting to stay warm in the chilly air. Many of the gypsies had adorned colorful jackets of which, he didn't own. Out of the corner of his eye, one of the gypsies stood out in particular. The young man who had been flirting with Veronica was at the next fire drinking a cup of ale. When he finished draining it, he stood up, excused himself, and walked off into the darkness. Winston took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and affirmed with himself that he can do this. He too stood up and began to follow. The young man went to a tent where he refilled his cup. He swigged it down in one big gulp and then set out again. What caught Winston's attention was he wasn't walking back towards the fire. Instead he was heading towards the cart that Veronica has been sleeping. The young man walked up to the door, tapped it lightly, and then quickly climbed inside. Winston saw the pale glow of candle light before the door was again shut behind him.

Uncertain of what to do, Winston slithered up to the door. Inside he heard two faint voices, one male and the other female. With a lump in his throat Winston was uncertain what to do. It was at this point that he began to hear soft moans coming from inside. The moans soon got louder and he began to reach for the door handle. As he did, the handle moved. He ducked under the trailer, worried he would be caught, but no one came out. Again he approached the door, but this time he noticed that the handle was swaying back and forth. As he stepped back, he realized the cart was rocking. Moans continued to drift from the cart as it became eerily clear what was happening inside.

He stepped back, tears forming in his eyes. Part of him thought that maybe he had a chance with her. Maybe she might even have liked him. But the truth is, she was just grateful that he saved her, but now that she found herself a new lover, he was tossed to the side like garbage. He wiped his eyes, cleared the tears away, steeled himself, and then ran.

*****

Scott rode the cart towards the village, when he came to a fork in the road. Uncertain of which way to go, he just picked randomly and snapped the reins. This shortly came to a small house on the side of the road. From inside came a tall, skinny, blonde woman. She motioned for him to come closer. He sees she has curly hair, which could almost be described as frizzed. He also noticed she appears to be much older than he first thought, but still strikingly beautiful.

"I've been waiting for you," she said to him. She waved for him to climb down. "Put the cart alongside over here, and the horses can be tied out back." She looked a little impatient as she stared at him. "Boy, you need to move faster. I have some nice warm spiced ale inside and it's been a long time since I've had someone in my bed." She then walked inside, swaying her small hips behind her.

Scott stops for a moment more questioning himself about what she had just said, and then hurries along hoping that he might get lucky again.

*****

The tree limbs smack Winston in the face as he runs. There is no other sounds besides his footfalls and the branches smacking his body. He stops for a moment to catch his breath, looking up at the moon. He thinks to himself how strange it is to look upon. It looks very much like the moon he has always known, but this one lacks the commonly known face. Instead, this moon had a different crater pattern. His breathing is still labored as he looks around into the darkness. Nothing looks familiar and he realizes he is lost. He is in a small clearing with small flowers speckling the ground. The trees around him hulk over everything and he marvels at their size Uncertain of what to do, he sits down to think of a plan to find his way back.

The faint smell of smoke hangs in the air, but it is very small compared to the aroma in the clearing. The scent is almost intoxicating as he leans back breathing it in. He closes his eyes for a moment, basking in the smell. As he opens his eyes, he sees a form at the edge of the clearing. A beautiful woman stands watching him. Her pale white skin contrasts with the darkness behind her and the moonlight dances off of her bare flesh causing her to glow. She is draped in a light silk, but naked otherwise. Her most striking feature is the crimson red hair that hangs down to her knees. She slowly walks into the clearing which is when Winston sees the buxom mounds of her chest hidden behind hair and a small patch of ginger between her thighs. She smiles at him, walking ever closer.

"You are the one," a sweet melodic voice comes from her lips as she kneels down in front of him. "I was always told that a handsome man would come and give me a child. And we would lie on the forest floor and make love forever." She leans forward whispering in his ear. "My virgin womb is ready to please you forever."

Without thought, he leans forward, taking her lips in his. She tastes like mint and he reaches out, taking her into his arms. They lay together kissing and nibbling as he notices she is pulling his shirt up and off. He assists her and then pulls her tight against him. Her hard nipples brush against his chest, making his skin tingle. He leans back, taking her round ass into his hand. He begins to rub and explore, amazed at how soft and warm she feels. She begins to playfully bite at his chest, each nibble going lower and lower. She looks into his eyes in a sultry way that causes him to become rock hard in moments. Her kisses slowly drop to the edge of his pants, where she continues to kiss along his waist until she has his pants untied and pulled down to his ankles. His cock stands upright as she looks at him, licking her lips. Lightly he feels her tongue slide up his shaft. She takes her time moistening him with each delicate touch. The chill of the air causes his cock to tingle until she finally wraps her lips around the head. Her tongue flicks, causing him to moan as she slowly sinks her mouth up and down. He feels his legs shake with pleasure as he faintly hears Veronica's voice in the far distance.

He grabs the beautiful face, guiding her back up to his lips. She climbs onto him, looking deeply into his eyes. "Our daughter will be strong and beautiful and many men will lust for her." The melodic voice is intoxicating as he feels her slide onto his virgin cock. They both moan as she begins to slide up and down, setting a nice slow rhythm. He holds onto her ass as his lips find her breasts. He kisses and nibbles as he again hears Veronica's voice screaming his name. He whispers her name as he thrusts into the beauty that rides atop him. She begins to set a rapid pace as she whispers into his ear, "we must hurry. Fill me with your seed and give us the baby that will join us forever. She begins to bounce faster and faster, with an intensity that Winston can no longer resist.