Landica, Book II, BadKittyXXX
Chapter I, Bridgette the Bar Wench
In the Southern Realm of Landica. At a city in the region of Brighton. A man walked into the Baron's Hall. The man was large, taller than most, big muscular arms, broad shoulders and a broad chest. His frame tapered slightly down to his hips but his legs were clearly muscular. He had relatively short, dark brown hair that, although slightly unkempt, always seemed to be effortlessly coiffed through any scenario. Be they battling monsters or bedding a woman. Upon his face he sported a short, trimmed beard of dark hair that made his white teeth seem even whiter when he smiled. He wore a plain tan colored tunic, over that a black leather coat which had seen great wear. The buttons were all missing and scuffs were abundant. He wore simple cloth trousers that had patches of brown leather sewn into the knees, thighs and shins. The tunic and trousers were snug to his skin and showed off his muscular build. Strapped to his back was a large greatsword. In his left hand he held the head of a werewolf.
He dropped the head on the floor before the Baron.
"Bad Kitty, the legends must be true! Treasurer, pay this man his gold!"
A man in noble's clothes walked to Bad and handed him a heavy purse of gold coins.
"It's been a pleasure Baron, just let me know if you have any other beasts that need slain, and I'll be here."
Bad walked through the city, due North. Just before he reached the edge he saw a small tavern. He jingled the gold in the purse and decided he had enough for a real bed and few cold ales. He walked inside and went to the barman, "a room please, and an ale waiting when I get back down."
"A dozen pieces, sir."
Bad laid the coins on the bar and the man handed him a key. "First one up the stairs."
The room was drab, a bed against the wall. A small table beside it with a candle atop and a small box of matches. It was stuffy, as if the windows hadn't been opened in some time. He undid the straps holding his sword and leaned it up against the wall. He hung his coat from his sword and walked to the window. He examined the lock and attempted to open it, but it wouldn't budge.
"Bollocks!"
He whacked the window with his palm to no avail. When he returned to the bar a mug of cold ale was waiting. He finished it in a single gulp.
"Another, Barman."
"Two pieces, sir."
Bad Kitty was heading North, to the Wilderness, where he was born. Spring was nearly upon Landica and Bad loved spring. Spring is when the dryads of the Wilderness find human, elf or orc men to mate with. Bad tried to spend every spring in those forests. It was very lucky to look like Bad did during dryad mating time.
He thought back to the times he had had. He thought of the dryads, their long brown hair, their slender, youthful, perky bodies. He felt his trousers grow even tighter. He was pulled from his daydreams and looked around the tavern, hoping for a woman who could satisfy his hunger for the evening. The odds looked grim. The tavern was nearly empty, three men sat in the corner at a table playing dice. One bar wench, bent down, cleaned a table.
"Another, Barman."
"Two pieces, sir."
She wore a long, drab grey, very conservative dress. Despite having her back turned to Bad he could see that she was thin. When she stood he could see the outline of a small, but incredibly round, ass. She turned and walked towards the bar, Bad could now see that she also had a pair of proportional, perky tits. She was very pale and quite tall, she walked awkwardly, as if she didn't know how to handle her own height. She had an air of innocence about her, the way her light brown hair fell over her face. Had she a dark tan and more confidence, she could pass for a dryad. Bad again felt his trousers tighten.
"Hey beautiful!" He called to her. She blushed and looked behind her, thinking maybe the man was speaking to someone else. "Yes you! Come here would ya?"
She walked to him, nervously wringing the rag in her hands.
"Name's Bad Kitty, what's yours?"
"B-B-Bridgette, sir."
"That's a gorgeous name, for a gorgeous girl. Look, you don't look like you're having too much fun cleaning tables, and I'm awfully lonely sitting here. What say we keep each other company, eh?"
She blushed deeply and looked down. Her eyes must have caught the sizable bulge in Bad's trousers, they opened wide. "Oh my! Um, no sir, see I have to work and I..." She trailed off.
Bad didn't take his eyes off of Bridgette, "another, Barman!"
"Two pieces, sir."
"Dammit!" He turned to face the man, dug into his purse and slapped eight gold coins on the bar. His frustration with the barman was evident, "keep 'Em coming!"
When Bad turned back around Bridgette was gone. He turned towards the bar to see her over the sink, wetting the rag. He watched her as he drank his ale, imagining what the innocent girl looked like underneath the dress and with her hair out of her face. She walked to a different table and again began cleaning. Bad gulped the rest of his ale and placed the mug on the bar.
"Another, sir?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
Bad walked to the table Bridgette was cleaning. She looked up at him, "yes, sir?"
"Bridgette, you see, my room upstairs is awful stuffy, and I can't seem to get the window to open. Maybe you could help me out?"
She was flustered for a moment, unsure of what to do. Her eyes shot to Bad's crotch again.
"Bridgette?"
"Yes sir, show me to your room, I'll see what I can do."
Bad led the bar wench up the stairs to the first door. He unlocked it and moved to the side, allowing her to enter first. She walked briskly to the window and began to fiddle with the lock. Bad closed the door and lit the candle as the sun was setting. He walked behind her, slightly pushing his large body into her's. His cock pushed against her ass and his chest against her shoulder blades. He reached around her, his large muscular arms up against her's. He pushed on the window but she had stopped trying anything with the lock.
He spoke softly, his mouth right next to her ear. "Bridgette, are you going to help me with this lock?"
Without a word she again fiddled with the lock. The large man had a scent of sweat, hard work and sex. His smell filled her nose and it drove her wild. Her fingers fumbled over each other as she tried to get the lock unhooked.
Finally the lock came free and Bad pushed the window open. A cool breeze swept through the room and replaced the stuffy feel with fresh air. Bad stepped back and Bridgette turned around. The air was certainly cool, Bad could see Bridgette's nipples poking through the dress. He had a hard time keeping his eyes off of them.
"I need to get back to work."
"Oh come on!" Bad laid on the bed and sprawled out. "I'm at least a little more interesting than a rag and a table, aren't I?" He feigned a sad look in his eyes and stared at her.
The young bar wench looked up and down at his muscular body. The large bulge in his trousers. The smell of him, she didn't know how to continue however. She did they only thing she knew. She jumped onto the bed and pushed her lips against his. The kiss was awkward, and had taken Bad off guard, but it was a step in the right direction. She started clawing at his tunic.
