It Always Starts at an Inn

Ch 5

Winston and Veronica awaken to a loud crash outside. They glance at the door and see a dim light filtering in through the gap underneath. Cautiously they both crawl out of bed and put on some clothing. Creeping to the door Winston reaches for the lock. With a click, he slides it to the side and allows the door to inch open. The hallway is empty, but there is light filtering through the window at the end of the hall. That means it's daylight. Winston steps out, looking down the stairs. He draws back his shoulders, in and attempt to look brave, but Veronica steps in front of him with her sword drawn. They are both startled as the door next to them creaks open. Two pairs of eyes peek out and then Illian stumbles into the hallway, having been pushed out of the room, naked. He finds himself shocked, as his clothes are thrown into the hallway behind him.

"Damn perverted elf. How dare you sneak in here with me." Emma's voice can be heard from behind the door, as the sound of shuffling can be heard as it is obvious she too is getting dressed.

Illian drops his hands and picks up his clothes, making a heroic display of his naked body. As he glances at Veronica, she lowers her sword and makes a hand sign, showing a small gap between her thumb and pointer finger, signifying how small his cock is. He shrugs his shoulders and slides on his pants. As Emma walks out her door, she looks at the other three with an air of superiority, daring them to question what had just happened.

They all shrug, and slowly begin walking down the stairs in a straight line. Illian takes the lead as he draws his sword. Although tall and skinny, his muscles are well toned and strong. He wears simple clothing, although they are made of silk and glide over his form as he moves. Long pointed ears poke out from his long blonde hair. He slinks down the stairs like a cat preparing to pounce on its prey. One night, while bragging about his exploits, he claimed that he had been a great general before being banished from his people. His knowledge and confidence in combat are on full display as he leads the group of friends down the stairs.

Right behind him is Emma. Today she is wearing a long green dress that hugs her body tightly. Her long thin legs glide down the stairs without making a sound. Winston glances up and notices that her tight round ass is swaying back and forth as she steps. She glances back at him giving him a clear view of her huge breasts, standing out from her chest. She turns back and whips her long black hair over her shoulders. Even though she had just crawled out of bed not a single hair was out of place. Her ears are not visible, but Winston had been told in secret that she too is an elf. As she nears the bottom of the stairs, she glances into the tavern with an air of nobility. Winston had met her his first day in this world and supposedly she is a witch of great skill. Since then, she has began to teach him magic.

As for himself, Winston's legs are shaking as he slowly begins to step downwards. Growing up, many words were used to describe him, nerd, geek, and dweeb were just a few. He is short and skinny with very little muscle tone. He would like to call himself average, but no, he was far below that. The only thing of merit is how he endured being picked on throughout his entire life. He too wears silk clothing, but his shirt is torn and he is missing his belt. After his family had died, he decided to change his life and become someone important. Although his efforts were noble, it ended when he fell down a well. When he broke the surface of the water, he was in a different world. Several days later he rescued Veronica from a swamp. She too is from his world. She had been sitting in her bath tub, and after submerging in the water, resurfaced in this world.

Speaking of Veronica, she is the only thing positive he has in his life. The beautiful girl takes her place, walking down the stairs behind him, sword at the ready, watching for any threat of attack from behind. Growing up, he has always had a crush on her. Where he was the biggest geek in school, she was the most popular girl. Where his only real talent was video games, she was a top athlete and head of the cheerleading squad. Where his hair is short and scruffy, her crimson red hair is tied in a braid and hanging down her back. She too is wearing a tight green dress which shows off her amazing figure. Winston and Veronica are both at least a foot shorter than the elves, both being just a little over 5 foot tall. Winston's pants begin to tent up as he thinks about her amazing body. Her short, strong legs are the perfect length to wrap around his body. Her tight belly is strong and flexes beneath him as they make love, and of course her breasts are perfectly sized and shaped. He turns to look at her, and she raps him on the side of the head with her sword. Where Emma has been teaching him magic, Illian has been teaching her how to fight with a sword.

As he nears the bottom of the stairs, he turns his attention towards the tavern and sees the innkeeper looking out the front window. Illian and Emma silently sneak up behind him. As Winston's foot hits the bottom step, a loud creak echoes through the downstairs. The innkeeper jumps and swings a knife, but Illian catches his arm and disarms him in a flash. A look of terror flashes through his eyes until he recognizes the group. He holds his finger up to his mouth and then silently walks back towards the stairs.

"It looks like that sound was a loose horse snagging on a cart and knocking it over. I don't see any of them anywhere outside." He still looks around terrified.

Emma touches him on the shoulder. "It is daylight. The sickness only seems to have its effect at night." She too watches out the window, uncertain that her words are correct. It seemed to work that way with the surrounding villages, but she was uncertain if it was the same here in the City of Griffonmere.

Winston stops to think about this sickness. It appears to be a venereal disease that is introduced by a man that Illian's people calls, the Defiler. Somehow it heavily effects woman and gives them the insatiable desire for sex. Men can catch it too, but most are killed by the woman when they can no longer keep up. All four in this group has been exposed, but somehow he and Veronica had gotten through its effects. Winston thinks about the night he saved Illian's life by locking him in a cabinet over night. Veronica had led two men away from Emma and locked them in a farmhouse. Since then the two of them have shown no signs of the disease and Illian and Emma only seem interested in each other. During the day the two hate each other, but come nightfall, they are having sex until early in the morning. Neither he nor Veronica has gotten close enough, at night, to see their eyes and know for certain if they are infected or not.

The innkeeper sneaks back to his back room to hide as the four adventurers agree to grab their gear and meet in the stable in ten minutes.

*****

Scott wakes up when the light filters through the window and into his eyes. He feels a warm body next to him as he tries to shake off a massive hangover. His headache makes him feel sick to his stomach, and he thinks about the effort it will take for him to get down the hall, to the tavern. The naked girl laying next to him is still asleep and his mind wanders to the night before. There had been two woman. Twins, who worked at the inn. He looks around but has no idea when the other left. He crawls out of the bed and stretches. He stumbles towards the door to the room and then realizes he hasn't dressed yet. Glancing at his clothes on the floor, he shrugs to himself and walks out naked. He grabs a tall clay mug from the shelf and opens the valve on the barrel of ale. Some of it trickles on the floor as he thinks "party foul", to himself. He takes a deep swig of the ale, hoping to knock the edge off of his headache.

As he stands there looking out the windows, his mind begins to wander. A couple of months ago, he had graduated high school. He was a star quarterback and had been looking forward to his full ride scholarship to college. Of course he didn't need it. His family was filthy rich, but if he won it, then some other fool wasn't going to get it and become future competition. He smiles to himself as he thinks about this. Of course his girlfriend at the time, Veronica, called him an asshole. He had later gotten drunk and fell in his swimming pool. When he came to the surface, he was in a different world. But of course, that came with advantages. He found he has a power. Woman can't resist him and as he cums in their pussy, their worst enemy dies mysteriously. He traveled to Griffonmere were he made a handsome amount of gold and silver selling his services to the cities nobility. Most was woman looking to eliminate their husbands and collect their wealth through inheritance. Although there was several other occurrences. Some were woman that slept with him, with their husbands permission to eliminate a joint enemy.

He takes another swig of his ale, trying to clear his thoughts. He had no idea where he was now. Over a weeks ago, an elf had come to him and requested that his queen needed his services. Since then, they have been traveling from small town to small town.

As the morning sun warms his naked body, he hears a creak in the floor behind him. He turns to see the innkeeper's wife standing behind him. She is short with long brown hair. She wears a v-neck night shirt which shows a nice view of her cleavage. Her nipples stand out and he can see she is already excited. He reaches out and pulls the shirt over her head exposing her body. Her nipples stand out like erasers as he gives them a pinch. He has grabbed them several times the night before and they look better than he imagined. He glances down and sees that her hips are nice and round wrapping around to a fat ass that begs to be fucked. He leans forward and kisses her.

She wraps her arms around his neck, allowing her tongue to invade his mouth. He kisses her for several minutes and then pushes her head down. She drops to her knees and licks his hardening cock. Her tongue runs up and down its length and then circles the head. As she sees him enjoying himself, she takes the head between her lips and flicks the bottom with her tongue. He moans out in pleasure, and she takes this as a sign. She opens wider and begins to take his length into her mouth. Slowly, bobbing her head, she begins to get further down his rod, each time. He smiles as her lips reach his abdomen. He grabs her hair and begins to drive himself deep into her mouth and down her throat until she begins to gag. As she does, some of her spit runs out of her mouth and onto her breasts.

He takes a cue and grabs each of her breasts with a hand and plants his engorged cock between them. Pressing them together, he begins to slide his cock back and forth. Each time he drives forward, the tip grazes her lips causing her to lick it in excitement. He can feel his balls aching, wanting release, so he lifts her up on the table and spreads her legs apart. His fingers separate her lips as he slowly pushes one into her. She moans as he continues to push it in and out. Within moments, he drops down, burying his tongue between her legs. He works up and down the slit and also flicks her clit. She is moaning and groaning and wraps her legs around his head as she cums. He licks her juices clean and then stands up.

Slapping his cock onto her opening, he begins to slide it back and forth. Her moans get louder as she begs for him to enter her. After he is done teasing her, he lines up the head and begins to push it in. She is really tight for a lady her age and he thinks about how small her husband's dick must be. Impatiently, he shoves it in to the hilt, wanting to show her what a real man feels like. She lets out a scream and he begins to drive it in and out as she coos. Her tight walls grip him as he continues his assault.

He feels himself getting close, but is distracted by a crack near the back of the room. He turns to look and the innkeeper has just walked out of the back room carrying a crossbow. Scott raises his hand to motion the innkeeper to wait. As he does so, Scott locks eyes with the woman he is pounding. Her husband is in the background yelling as Scott unloads into her tight pussy. Stream after stream of his fluids coat her insides as they both shake in orgasm. He hears a twanging sound and then a crash, but his mind is focused on the moment. He feels his stomach heat up as the power within him grows ever stronger. He leans forward kissing her on the lips. As his mind returns to normal, he opens his eyes and sees the innkeeper lying on the floor. The chandelier above them had fallen and split his skull on impact. He still held the crossbow in his hand. The missing bolt had hit the rope holding all of the weight. Another satisfied wife and another mysterious death. He gulps down the rest of his ale and returns to his room to get dressed. He has an appointment with an elf queen.

*****

As the adventurers ride out into the street, Winston takes note of their horses. A week ago, he had spent the last of his coins on an old black mare that looked like she could collapse with any step. Emma and Illian each ride mighty dappled mares that had been given to them as an advance on the last quest. Veronica was given the white horse that was left in the stable. The innkeeper said he couldn't afford to feed the animal so she was welcomed to take it on credit, due when they returned.

As they rode out of the alley and onto the street, their eyes befall the scene in front of them. The normally active shops and stands are empty and barren. The streets are empty except for a handful of dead bodies laying in the street. Pools of blood lay sticky around them as birds already began to look for soft flesh to pick at.

Emma curls her nose in disgust. "My vote is we should go to our perspective guilds and seek payment for the last quests. They may also know what we need to do to fix this."

Everyone nods approval and they separate into two groups. Illian and Veronica riding towards the fighter's guild and Emma and Winston riding towards the wizard's guild.

*****

Passing through the streets is nothing like it was a week ago. Veronica looks at the closed businesses and dead bodies laying about. Most of the dead is men, but occasionally they cross the remains of a woman.

The building quickly becomes visible ahead as it towers over the street. The first time she saw it, she immediately thought of a Roman Coliseum. A tall oval shaped outer wall hides rows of seats. In the center is a large arena, covered in sand, which is used as a training area. Since arriving in the city the first time, she has spent nearly every hour of daylight training. Instead of entering through the main entrance, Illian guides her towards the smaller side entrance where the stables are found. They tie up their horses and walk inside.

Paper is scattered along the floor of the hallway. Veronica thinks back to the only time she has seen paper here. A large soldier was doing some accounting and obviously had no idea how to do math. Higher learning isn't a necessity in combat. Regardless, it is odd seeing paper lying about on the guild floor.

As they enter the arena, she is amazed at its emptiness. On any given day, there are hundreds of warriors here training. Today, there is nothing. They decide to walk towards the guild master's office and again find themselves startled. He is lying on his desk, dead, with his pants off. Blood soaks his legs as they see that his penis has been cut off. His mouth is open in an eternal scream of agony as they both flinch at the sight.

"Damn, how are we supposed to collect our money?" Illian seems more irritated by the lack of payment than by the dead body. "I guess there has got to be a vault around here somewhere." He walks out and wanders down the hallway talking to himself about where he would hide it.

Veronica looks at the body for a moment, and then sees a glint on the floor. She bends down and finds his sword laying under the desk, soaked in his blood. She holds it up, looking at the golden handle and jewels. "I guess I got paid", she says to herself as she finds a clean piece of cloth to clean it.

*****

Emma and Winston arrive at the tower. She looks at the sky, a habit of checking to make sure they are there on time. With uncertainty, she knocks on the door. They stand and wait and nothing. As they walk back to their horses, the door opens slightly. Gavin, the guild master's, voice calls out, "Princess, your late. That's so very unlike you."

Emma turns back towards the door as Winston asks "why does he always call you Princess?"

She ignores the question and confidently strides up to the door. "We are not infected Sir. We are here to receive the rest of our payment."

He nods and motions them inside. "That is so very much like you, Money first, without a care for anything else. Anyway, doesn't your tribe have a belief against material possessions?"

She enters the tower and ignores his question too. As they walk towards his office, he picks up a small satchel and throws it towards Winston. "She has already been paid, so don't let her fool you. Never trust your money around this one." The guild master wags his finger in Emma's direction.

Emma stares at the floor frowning as Winston tucks the bag into his ripped shirt. "Sir, is there anything we can do to stop this disease?" His voice waivers as he has only spoken to this man one other time.

Gavin points at Emma. "See, I'm glad you picked this one. The quest should always be first in our minds." He waves them both over as he pulls a scroll off of a rack. Unrolling it shows a map. He motions them closer and points at a chain of islands. "These are the Islands of Healing. Travel there and you will find a temple. In the temple you will find virgin priestesses who are said to be able to heal any ailment." He smiles and snickers to Winston, bumping him with his elbow. Under his breath he whispers, "I've always wanted to visit and see what a virgin feels like." He chuckles to himself which becomes a series of hacks and then quickly a fit of coughing.

Winston and Emma stare at the map, and then look at each other, now knowing what they must do.

*****

Veronica tucks her old sword into her saddlebag and straightens the jeweled sword on her waist. Climbing into her saddle, she looks back at Illian. He has several bags full of items that he looted from the building. Several times he looks longingly at Veronica's waist, but never says anything.

They begin to ride out of the stable when there is a huge crash. The building opposite them crumbles as a huge lizard climbs from the rubble. Veronica would gauge its body as being the size of a large pickup truck. Its tail is easily twice as long as its body. "A Night Beast. It must have escaped the faction's cells." Illian surmises as he jumps from his horse and draws his sword. "Don't let it bite you or hit you with its tail. It's poison will put you to sleep in minutes."

The creature hisses and runs towards them. Illian slides underneath it, slicing into its belly. The beast kicks him to the side and knocks him back with its tail. Illian sees his sword still wedged in the creatures belly. He climbs back to his feet and charges again, but falls, unconscious, several feet before reaching it. Obviously the poison had already taken an effect. The lizard steps on his back and flicks its tongue against his skin, tasting the air to see what delicacy it had caught.

Veronica slides from her horse, with her knees shaking together. Her only combat was some disorganized bandits. Maybe she could also count slapping her ex, Scott, after she caught him cheating on her. This thought caused her blood to rise, as she lets out a blood curdling scream and charges. The lizard holds its ground, not wanting to share its food. She turns slightly, angling herself towards Illian, just before reaching him, she twists and darts to the left. The lizard is fooled and snaps over Illian, protecting its food. This gives Veronica a moment to get to its neck as she drives her sword deep into its flesh. The beast screams and knocks her to the side. She is watching the tail as it flicks the air, but now the beast is focused directly on her. She stumbles on some rubble, and picks up a couple of rocks. Her sword is still embedded in its neck, leaving her unarmed. She throws the rocks at its eyes which just makes it angrier.