It Always Starts at an Inn

Winston awakens to a knock at his door. Veronica lays naked in his arms. Her pale skin is highlighted by the contrast of her crimson red hair, which is draped everywhere in a tangled mess. He slowly slides away, attempting to not wake this beauty as he rustles around looking for his pants in the dim light. Another knock on the door gets him moving faster, as he hops around sliding his feet into the pants. He finally reaches the door and opens it as he sees a slim hand reaching out for another knock. Before him, standing in the darkness is Emma. The odor of stale ale drifts into his nostrils masked by a strong perfume imitating the scent of flowers. Her tall slender silhouette stands out against the darkness of the hallway behind her.

"Get dressed and hurry. You and I are expected at the tower before dawn." He can hear her foot tapping beneath her long slim legs.

He grumbles to himself as she turns and walks away down the hallway. He stumbles around until he finds his shirt and boots, and then loses his balance, nearly falling out the door as he attempts to move about, quietly. He again awkwardly stumbles at the top of the stairs as he feels for his footing. The steep steps slide around the back of the tavern which sits in near darkness except for the pale moonlight filtering through the windows. Emma is standing at the door waving for him to follow.

Winston rubs his eyes, as he is jolted awake by the cool morning air. He looks around at the surrounding shops as he sees her quickly striding ahead. He stumbles forward trying to catch up. Yesterday, he, Emma, and Veronica, arrived in the city of Griffonmere as part of a gypsy caravan. Several weeks before that, he and Veronica was somehow, mysteriously, transported to this world from their modern day location. Since then, they have both been struggling to fit in.

He rounds a bend and approaches a guard post. Several soldiers stand in armor. Winston observes the metal plates connected by strips of leather, layering their bodies. The appearance is even more imposing as they hold long pikes at their sides. He quickly spots Emma speaking to them. He thinks back to how he met her by chance, his first day in this world. Since then, she has begun to teach him magic but the meaning of this morning's trip is unknown to him..

Her blue eyes look at him in the lamp light as he approaches. She pulls back her hood exposing her coal black hair and smooth, light, skin. A cloak hides her figure of which Winston is well aware. She is tall and slim with a nice round ass, but her most striking feature is her huge breasts. She nods to the guards and then begins to walk away again at another brisk pace. The guards stare at her and comment to each other as Winston races again to catch up.

His legs are shorter and less muscled, although the muscle is quickly changing as he thinks about how many miles he has walked since arriving here. He almost loses sight of Emma as she ducks into a dark alleyway. He follows a dark shadow that he hopes is her and arrives on the other side in a large courtyard. He catches up long enough to take a big gasp of air and then she moves forward towards a door. She quickly gives it a rap, as Winston again catches up.

"Where are we?" He gasps again searching for air, and leaning on the wall for support.

She looks at the sky, noting they have arrived on time. "This is the Tower of the Wizard's Academy. Where else would I bring you?" Again she looks at him as if he just asked another dumb questions of which, he should have already known the answer.

He is about to ask another question as the door opens. A short grizzled old man waves them inside and guides them to a chamber containing several chairs. Emma has a seat and looks at Winston expectantly. Realizing he should follow along, Winston sits down beside her.

Within minutes another man, who appears even older than the first, enters the room. "Ah, Princess, it's so nice to see you again."

Emma frowns at the comment, but proceeds. "Gavin, I have taken on a student and I would like permission from the guild to continue his training."

Gavin nods while closely inspecting Winston as if he is a rare vase and not a living person. "An apprentice you say? Don't you think he is a little old?" Winston can smell the strong smell of tobacco on his breath. Gavin then walks over to a shelf and begins to write in a book with a long quill.

"Yes, Uhm..." Emma stammers, which takes Winston off guard. She is always far more confident than this "Yes he is older than we like, but he is far smarter than he looks and he has shown quick progression in his learning."

Gavin doesn't even look up from his book as he asks, "boy, what have you learned to do so far?"

Winston looks at Emma as she nods to him. "Yes Sir, I can make people fart." A silence then runs through the room as Gavin continues to write. It is hard to hide the smirk on his face over Winston's answer. When he stops, he looks Winston in the eyes for a long moment.

"Do you see that feather on that shelf?" He points to his side, to a shelf a couple feet away. "I want you to have the feather fly into my hand."

Winston stares at him, uncertain, as Emma again nods and smiles to him. Emma has never taught him how to do anything like this. Winston stares at the feather, uncertain of what to do. He raises his hand and begins to concentrate. Nothing happens. He closes his eyes and tries to recall what Emma had taught him. He needs to convince the feather to fly, but how? A feather works a lot like the wing of a plane, so it requires wind to create lift. A shiver passes through his body as he feels a breeze running through the chamber. There is a slight sound of paper fluttering as he realizes he is holding his breath again. As he begins to exhale, he opens his eyes and notices the breeze has caused the feather to slide towards the edge of the shelf. His mind races a little more as his breath catches in his throat. Then he leans back exhausted. The feather blows off the shelf and lands at Gavin's feet.

Gavin returns to writing again and then asks for Winston's name. At this point, he looks at Emma and informs her that her request is granted. Winston has experienced this feeling before. It is obvious the feather moved due to the wind, and not due to anything he had done, but he apparently passed the test, if that is what this was. As Emma stands up she walks over and whispers something into Gavin's ear. He nods and points towards the front door. She nods and walks out, returning a moment later staring at Winston. Awkwardly, Winston jumps to his feet and follows her. She quietly speaks to the man at the door and then motions Winston up the stairs. When he reaches the second story she turns into a room and sits him down. "Now we can really start your training."

*****

Veronica walks down the stairs and into the tavern. Several people sit around the room at various tables. She pushes her braided red hair from her face. Her hands travel down the dress she is wearing and rests on the hilt of the sword at her side.

The Innkeeper points to a seat and then brings a bowl of cold porridge and a cup of warm milk. She sits and begins to eat. She had awakened this morning to Winston being gone. Emma also appeared to be gone, so it made sense that they must be off conducting a lesson. She takes another bite of the cold substance in front of her, wishing it had been warmed before she ate it.

A tall man that is also nearly as wide as the table walks up to her. She looks at his hawkish nose as he sits down beside her. He puts his hand on her leg and takes a huge swig of his ale. When he finishes, he sets the empty cup down wipes his mouth with his other hand, and then leans towards her, inches from her face. She can smell a stench of ale and body odor overwhelm her senses. She pushes his hand off of her leg wondering if he has been drinking all night or if he awakened early to drink?

"Whatsa pretty thang like you doin alone?" His voice slurs as she feels his spittle strike her on the side of the face. "Whatcha needs is a big strong man to protect you." He then wraps his hand around her shoulders and draws her close to him. "I know what to do with pretty girls."He rubs his inner thigh as Veronica sees he has a huge bulge. With an effort he attempts to slide her onto his lap.

She struggles to escape his grip as she snarls, "leave me alone, I have a boyfriend."

He laughs a good hearty laugh. "Luckily, I'm a man and not a boy." he again pulls on her, getting a stronger grip. "When I am done with you, you will never want another boy." She looks around the bar but no one else is even acknowledging what is happening. The innkeeper is also not visible. The man hoists her up on his shoulder and walks towards the stairs as she kicks and screams. She attempts to use her hands and feet to slow their climb, but he is too strong for her. He enters his room, and throws her on the bed. She manages to kick him, but he laughs at her effort as he pulls down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts. His lips immediately find a nipple as he begins to suck. Her legs are wrapped around his huge girth as she continues to kick. A hand reaches under her dress and between her legs, sliding up to her pussy. She bites his ear in an attempt to hurt him, but he pushes a finger inside of her. She startles herself when she feels herself moan. He begins to work his huge finger in and out of her as her struggle slows.

He breaks away from her breasts long enough to sit up and reach for his pants. He sways with the effort as he pulls out his cock. Veronica stares at it realizing it is a little shorter than Winston's, but much wider. She feels a warmth between her legs as she thinks about how amazing it must feel. The man leans back on the bed and motions for her to take it into her mouth. She leans forward blowing on it. It jerks and twitches beneath the warmth of her breath and she stops to think about Winston. She has known him since first grade. Unfortunately for them both, she was the most popular girl in school and he was biggest geek. There was never a chance their paths would cross. But here they are in another land, and in love.

She again looks at the cock sitting inches from her face. It would be easy to take it into her lips. Winston would probably never know. But she knew that she would know. Her hand slides down to the hilt of her sword as she pretends to reposition herself. The huge man reached out to grab her hair but stops as her blade swings inches from his fingers. She regains her feet and begins to slowly walk from the room. The huge man bellows out "get back here wench or next time, I will kill you." She walks backwards holding him at bay all the way to the stairs and then down to the door of the tavern. The Innkeeper finally appears and threatens the huge man. The man turns his attention to address the Innkeeper, giving Veronica a moment to flee into the street at a dead run.

*****

Scott is awakened by a commotion in the next room. It is obvious from the screams which soon turn to moans, what is happening. His mind wanders imagining what the girl must look like and how much fun the man must be having as he forces himself on her. His mind wanders back to his home. He had dated Veronica, the hottest cheerleader in the school, for two years and that bitch never once fucked him. His mind wanders to a thought that he should have forced her a little more. She seemed like a girl who needed some forced guidance. Scott reaches down and feels his manhood hardening as he imagines how funny it would be if it was Veronica in the next room being forced. He frowns as he thinks about how he arrived here. He had fallen into his swimming pool drunk and surfaced in another land and time. The odds it had also brought her here are nearly impossible and he has never yet met anyone else from his world.

At his side, lying naked is a peasant girl that he had picked up in the tavern. She was petite and skinny and entered the inn looking for handouts. She was immediately drawn to him due to his high classed clothing. He spent a copper coin on a cheap meal and then escorted her upstairs to his room where he fucked her until all of his tensions were gone.

As he hears the sound of the couple next door running down the stairs fighting, the urge to fuck again works its way back into his mind. He rolls towards the girl and slides his hand between her legs. Her knees part easily as he sees a smile spread across her lips. His finger runs up and down her slit as he feels her lips beginning to moisten. His lips drop to her small breast and he bites on her nipple. A gasp escapes her lips as he rolls on top of her, working his kisses from nipple to nipple. She coos and he feels her small hand stroking him to life.

Within moments, she wiggles out from beneath him and slides down his body. As her head reaches his hips, she immediately takes him into her mouth. He lies back enjoying the moment, as he sees her head begin to bob up and down. As she gets a good rhythm going, he begins to flex his hips, allowing himself to slowly fuck her mouth.

After several minutes of this, he again rolls her over, spreading her legs apart as he does. His lips work their way up from her tiny belly, across her chest and up to her neck. She wraps her legs around him as he lines his cock up with her opening. A moan leaves her lips as he begins to push himself into her. She looks deep into his eyes as he slowly slides in to the hilt. When he reaches her hips, he feels them grind into his. He props himself up, and begins to drive into her. Each thrust pushing her forward and then back when he draws himself outward until he almost leaves her then thrusts again, deeply. Her eyes roll back as his rhythm builds in speed. Her moans continue to press him on and he soon slides his arms beneath her legs, opening her up so he can drive even deeper. Her moans have risen to screams as he continues to thrust deep into her. She whispers that she is about to cum just as he begins to feel an ache in his balls. He concentrates on holding out and the moment her pussy clenches down in orgasm, he releases himself, filling her. He continues a slow rhythm as they both come down from their ecstasy. As they both begin to catch their breath, he rolls over and feels the warmth of power in his stomach. Over the last several days it has gotten stronger with each encounter. This feeling of power causes his mind to linger as he understands it is growing in strength. He has also learned that this power comes with a few side effects. Fortunately for him, that is why he is here. Woman are growing less able to resist him, and he is taking advantage of this ability at every opportunity. But there is a negative. As he erupts into these woman, an enemy of theirs dies. Of course, this is their problem, not his, and besides, is the death of an enemy really a bad thing?

The girl lying beside him is still smiling. He turns away, reaches for his pants and tells her it is time for her to leave. He has work to do. As he finishes dressing, he walks to the door and runs through the plan in his mind. His next stop will be to ride into the noble district and find himself some rich ladies that will be more than happy to pay him to remove their enemies. What can be better than this? A plan this perfect doesn't come around often and he will be fucking beautiful, rich, woman and making a handsome profit while doing it.

*****

As Veronica steps out of the Tavern door, she breaks into a run. There is a huge crowd forming in the streets as vendors are preparing themselves for the day. Early shoppers are already milling around looking at the wares hoping for a quick bargain. She turns for a moment and sees the large man several blocks behind her, scanning the crowd. She ducks into an alleyway and sprints to the next block. She continues to run at random until she feels she has lost her attacker. As she looks around she realizes that she too is lost. Panic sets in for a moment, as she tries to look for landmarks. She has only been in the city for about a day and has yet to explore. Her eyes settle on a bulletin board on the side of one of the shop fronts. She walks towards it, allowing her eyes to scan across the papers hanging. She finds herself holding her breath as she realizes she is hoping one is a map. She chides herself for a moment reminding herself this isn't home. This is a medieval city, not a shopping mall. There isn't a kiosk with a "you are here" star on it. She closes her eyes, trying to concentrate on a plan. She is lost and she has no idea where Emma and Winston are. If she does find her way back to the Inn, the large man who attacked her may still be there. She begins to step away frustrated at her situation when something catches her eye.

One of the papers is an ad to "learn how to fight". As she reads it further, she finds it is from the local Fighter's Guild. It says that all that is needed is a strong arm and a sword. She pulls the paper from the board and begins to ask those around her for directions. Within moments, an elderly man points her in the right direction and she is off.

*****

After about a half hour of searching, Veronica soon finds a massive building that reminds her of a Roman coliseum. She strides up the steps and into the main entrance. She soon finds a heavily scarred man standing near a table strewn with papers.

"Excuse me Sir, I am looking to join your guild and learn how to fight." She stands behind him for a moment more as he continues to ignore her. His gaze is on the stack of paperwork in front of him. Without much difficulty, she scans down the front page, which is mostly numbers, and notices a couple of mathematical mistakes. She waits a moment longer, then points with her fingers. She immediately realizes how small she is compared to this man. He simply nods, grunts, and makes the corrections.

As she continues to wait, a voice calls out from behind her, "may I help you, young lady?"

She turns and sees a handsome young man in ornate garb. Her eyes are immediately drawn to the hilt of his sword. It is covered in gold and encrusted with jewels. Her attention is pulled back when she realizes he is now waiting on her. "Yes Sir," she says, trying to sound as confident as possible. Her mind wanders back to her parent's lectures about job interviews. She begins to panic as she wonders if there is a job interview for the guild. After a moment, she takes a deep breath, controlling her heart rate. "Yes, I am here to join your guild." She smiles at him and subconsciously places her hand on the hilt of her sword.

He smiles at her and takes a moment to study her body. His eyes stay focused on her breasts a little longer than she feels comfortable. As he walks around behind her, she imagines what is going through his mind, especially since he seems to stand behind her for a lengthy amount of time. After several long moments, he finally speaks. "And why would a woman, have a desire to be a soldier? Don't you think it would be more appropriate for you to be home making babies?" He still walks around looking at her appreciatively.

She steels herself as her temper flairs. Cute or not, this man is a chauvinistic asshole. She is sure her skin is as flushed as her crimson hair. She again takes a breath and looks him straight in the eyes. With her most professional voice, she smiles and informs him that "woman can do anything a man can do. Sometimes even better." She holds her smile ready to debate with him about the subject.

He frowns and then busts out laughing at her comment. "I'm not aware of any bi-laws that state that a woman can't be a member, but honestly, you will never find an instructor here. Now, maybe if you are willing to help me with a little growing problem, maybe I might be able to give you a couple of minutes."