Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, rode Swift into the small town. He had been riding non-stop since the morning and it was now late evening and dark. He would not reach Lady Brenwick's estate today and there was no use riding at night.
He was tired, and so he glanced around until his eyes settled upon what was clearly the local tavern. Riding over to it, he handed Swift's reins and a silver coin to the stablegirl and stepped inside. The smell of food caught his nose and he smiled. Then he strode towards the barkeep and waited until the man turned to face him.
"I am looking for somewhere to stay the night," Jeffrey said. "I was hoping you might have a room for rent."
"Indeed I do!" the man laughed. He fished out a key from behind the counter and placed it in front of Jeffrey. "That's three gold coins please."
Jeffrey's eyebrows rose. Three gold coins! That was very expensive. But he had nowhere else to stay and so he did not complain. It was his own fault for waiting so long that he had no other choice. "Very well," he said, handing the man his payment. Then he took the key and placed it in his pocket, before being shown to his room upstairs.
There, he quickly changed out of his armour, before realising that he was hungry. His stomach was growling and he knew that if he did not eat something before he went to bed then he would get no sleep at all. As it was his magic cock was demanding attention and he would have trouble enough ignoring that when trying to get to sleep.
With that thought in mind Jeffrey made his way back downstairs and took a seat at a table. He glanced around to find someone to order food from but could see no one. Growing hungrier by the minute, Jeffrey frowned.
"Why are you wearing such a frown, mister?" said a pleasant voice to Jeffrey's right. He turned to the source of the noise.
A young woman stood there smiling at him, a tray of empty cups in one hand and an apron around her waist. She was clearly a serving girl here, yet her outfit was quite elaborate. Her brown dress fell to the floor but was accentuated with white frills, and the lace that held together the corset stretched over a fair amount of revealed cleavage. With the prices that the innkeeper charged for a room, though, he could quite easily afford nice clothes for his staff.
Jeffrey could not help but look the woman up and down. She had straight red hair, cropped quite short so that no strand seemed longer than two or three inches and blue eyes which were lit up with the warmth of her broad smile. Jeffrey placed her at about 5'3" and probably in her early-twenties. Her dress swelled with her large tits and her body seemed very slender beneath the expensive tavern clothes. She was gorgeous and his magic cock predictably flared into life at the sight of her.
Realising that he had not answered her question, Jeffrey smiled. "I am not truly frowning, my lady. I was merely trying to spy someone who might be able to bring me a meal."
The woman giggled. "I am not a lady, sir, yet I am flattered that you would call me such. My name is Anisa. But I can bring you a plate if you wish. We have rabbit stew tonight."
Jeffrey's stomach growled at the mere thought of the food and he nodded furiously. "Yes, yes. That sounds excellent."
Anisa smiled at him and hurriedly left. He watched her go with eager eyes, awaiting her return impatiently. After all, she was bringing his food.
Soon enough she had returned and Jeffrey grinned as she set the bowl in front of him with a spoon. He had never been so pleased to see food and hungrily began to devour the meal. Anisa disappeared back into the kitchens.
Jeffrey was so preoccupied with eating that he did not notice the tavern emptying until it was just himself and the barkeep left. The man was busy cleaning the counter and after a few more sweeps of the cloth he turned to Jeffrey and bowed his head.
"Goodnight, Sir Knight," he said. "I am retiring to my room upstairs. If you need anything, Anisa will see to it."
The man smiled and left, leaving Jeffrey alone in the common room. He continued eating his meal in silence until the door to the kitchens opened and Anisa walked through. She smiled broadly at him and began to wipe down the tables.
"Are you often given the late shift?" Jeffrey asked, breaking the quiet.
She nodded. "I am, Sir Knight. But I do not mind - Master Lucan pays well for the task. And besides, I can often meet some very interesting people late at night." She winked at him before turning to clean the table behind her. Jeffrey watched her ass a moment then took another mouthful of food. Sadly, it was the last mouthful before the bowl was empty.
Scraping his spoon around the base of the bowl to gather the last remnants of the stew, he realised that Anisa had come to stand by his side. "If you are still so hungry, Sir Knight, I can fetch you another bowl?"
He grinned at her. "No, thank you, Anisa. I am merely being greedy. And please, call me Jeffrey."
"Jeffrey, it is a pleasure to meet you," she said with a mock-curtsey. Then she leant forwards to grab his bowl and he realised that the movement gave him an excellent view down the cleavage of her top. He could not resist but look.
"Now, is there anything more I can do to help you?" she said, and he realised that she was staring straight at him.
He blinked up in surprise that she had noticed his gawping and hurriedly shook his head. "No thank you, Anisa. I am fine for the moment."
She looked almost disappointed by that as she picked up the bowl and stepped away, taking the tray out into the kitchen again. Jeffrey wondered why and his magic cock twitched as he thought that perhaps she had actually wanted him to stare at her cleavage.
