Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, sat on his mount Swift as she plodded gamely through the mud and torrential rain. Not long after he had left the church the sky had opened, and what had started as heavy rain had turned into a storm as the hours went by. Now wind whipped through the trees and the rain came down in sheets around him. He was sodden.
He cursed loudly and looked around. In the distance he could see what looked to be an inn, and he spurred Swift into motion. He needed to stop for the night - the axe was not going anywhere and he was getting wet.
Arriving a short while later at the inn, Sir Jeffrey reined his horse in front of it and climbed down. He gave the reins to a stable boy who came running out into the torrential rain, giving him a silver coin for his troubles, and then walked with his head down into the inn.
The common room was quite empty, which was not surprising. The trading season was largely over and there would be few travellers on the road in weather such as this. Most people were too sensible to be out on quests for magical axes.
He looked around and saw the barkeep, flagging the man down. "I would like a pint of ale and a room for the night, please," he said as he leant on the counter.
"I can get the ale for you, but you'll have to talk to Melinda about a room."
The man waved at a woman disappearing round a corner, her arms full of jugs, then turned to pour Sir Jeffrey's drink. Jeffrey left a coin on the counter to pay for the ale, and then followed the woman round the corner.
He found her in the next room, which was empty except for the two of them. She was clearing jugs onto shelves.
Sir Jeffrey coughed, attracting her attention, and she turned to him. He almost gasped. She was gorgeous. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a bun, and the apron she wore did not do much to hide her huge tits. They swelled wonderfully to his eyes. She was about 5'4" by his reckoning, with long legs and striking green eyes. He guessed she was probably in her mid-thirties, a good ten years older than Sir Jeffrey himself.
"Can I help you, Sir Knight?"
She smiled at him and he saw her look him up and down. He had seen that look from women many times in the past. His magic cock seemed to throb at the glint in her eyes, and he knew he would get no respite until he appeased it now.
"I would like a room please, madam," he said, ignoring for now the horniness that crept through him. "Your best, please."
"Of course, Sir Knight. One gold coin please."
He offered her the coin and she took it eagerly, her hand seeming to linger on his longer than necessary. Then she stepped away and smiled up at him once more. "I look forward to serving you tonight, Sir Knight."
With that she wandered away. He stood there a moment, enjoying the implications of what she had said, before returning to the common room.
His ale was waiting for him and he drank it eagerly. Slowly the night crept in and the more he thought about Melinda the hornier he got. He had to do something about his horniness, so he paid his tab and retired to his room. He did not want to sit in the common room thinking about Melinda any longer - if it came down to it he would get himself off on his own.
As he relaxed in his room, there was a knock on his door. He stood, ignoring the throbbing of his cock, which demanded that it was emptied. Opening the door, he grinned.
Melinda stood there with a jug of water and a glint in her green eyes.
"I thought Sir Knight might like something to drink," she said with a naughty smile. "May I come in?"
"Of course," Jeffrey responded, stepping back to let her enter. She walked past him and put the jug on the counter.
"I hope you find my inn amenable, Sir Knight," she said.
"Please, call me Jeffrey. And, yes, I do. It is lovely. Have you owned it long?"
"I have not, Jeffrey," she smiled. "I inherited it from an uncle last summer. I have been enjoying running it since, though. What brings you out here?"
