Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, climbed onto his steed Swift with a broad grin. He nodded to the stablehand who passed him the reins and spurred his black horse into motion. Anyone who saw him might have wondered what the cause of his broad grin was, but if they had also seen the buxom blonde knight back in the house he had just left with an equally wide smile then it would have been obvious.
Swift covered the ground back to Sir Jeffrey's manor house with ease and soon he was leaving her in the able care of his stablehand and striding through his front door. He first went to the kitchens to grab something to eat, then retired to the sitting room. He could see Dame Sara's house from where he sat as the layout of the two properties was almost identical, and it made him smile to think that earlier that evening he had been having passionate sex in a room just like this one.
Sir Jeffrey reclined on his sofa, indulging in a good book for the first time in a while. He was usually too busy to relax in this way. He found time for fucking, of course (Sir Jeffrey always found time for fucking), but his was not a life where he could sit around doing nothing.
Not that he minded. He liked to keep busy. If nothing else, going into town and mingling with the locals was a fantastic way of meeting women to satisfy his magic cock. He chuckled to himself.
The hours passed Sir Jeffrey by as he read until at last he realised he was ready to sleep. It was dark outside and he decided that he would probably get up reasonably early the following morning and perhaps head into town to purchase supplies. He liked to buy his goods nearby because it kept his money in the local economy and helped those he was tasked with looking after.
He put the book back on the shelf and made his way upstairs. Entering his bedroom, he shut the door behind him and used a candle to light a lamp on the desk and another by the door then set the candle itself by his bed. He pulled off his shirt, throwing it to one side, and went to shut the curtains.
It was then he saw Narlissa.
Sir Jeffrey yelped in shock. He wished she wouldn't be so damn sneaky. Then again, she was a half-elf. And a thief.
Narlissa laughed at his surprise, then grinned.
"How are you, Sir Jeffrey?" she said, brushing one loose strand of red hair over her pointed ears. "It has been a long time since I saw you."
"It's been three weeks, Narlissa," he laughed.
She smirked. "Well it feels like a long time, anyway."
Sir Jeffrey understood what she meant. He had been with a lot of women in his life but Narlissa was one of the few (along with Dame Sara and a select few others) that he actually felt a proper connection with beyond simple fucking. Not that there was anything wrong at all with his days and nights of simple fucking but he did sometimes enjoy spending time with some of his friends.
"How did you get in anyway?" Sir Jeffrey said, moving once again to shut the curtains. He could see that the window was slightly ajar.
"Through that window," Narlissa shrugged. "You don't do a very good job keeping people out."
"Most people aren't as stealthy as you, Narlissa," he laughed.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"You should."
A moment of silence passed between them, where Sir Jeffrey noticed Narlissa's eyes scan his body. His magic cock throbbed at her gaze.
He spoke again after a moment. "Can I get you something to eat, at least? My servants are in bed or at home but I know my way around the kitchen."
Narlissa laughed at that. "Servants, Sir Jeffrey? My, you've gone up in the world."
He noticed the slight undercurrent in her voice. It was as if she disapproved. But what did she expect - he was a Knight of the Land now, after all.
"Yes, servants, Narlissa. Although perhaps you would be pleased to know I employ them all from the local town and I pay them very handsomely, too."