The whore was supple and enthusiastic, but not well endowed, and skinnier than Jon liked. Nevertheless, his fingers and tongue gave her an orgasm to be satisfied with, then after fucking in a couple of positions, he came on her tits with ample satisfaction. Since he was paying for an hour and there was still time left, he invited her to join him at the inn room's small table to finish supper. He put his breeches on, and she her skirt, and they finished off the bread and cheese and thin slices of mutton with his come dribbling down her chest. At the end of the meal, he helped her put her blouse back on, and she allowed him a free grope of her tits, before leaving the room, swaying her hips ostentatiously and with a coy wink over her shoulder as she went through the door.
Jon sighed, and looked for his shirt. This wasn't bad, as roadside inns in the middle of nowhere went, but the girl had been the best of the three whores available, and he had wanted -
needed
- to get laid before his partner arrived - partly because he hadn't got laid in over a week while travelling, and partly because doing so would put him in a suitable frame of mind for the meeting with his partner. His shirt on, he reconsidered his choice as he went about snuffing the few candles that illuminated the room. There had been the Elf - or, more likely, Half-Elf, given that she was working in this dump - who was skinnier than the girl he'd had, and therefore not to his taste, even though Elves and Half-Elves were reputed to be the most stimulating of lovers. He'd never confirmed that reputation, because he liked curvy women, and anyone with Elven blood tended to be slender and lithe. Then there was the other Human whore, whose impressive cleavage Jon had swiftly determined was supported by padding, and whose bony shoulders belied an older and even skinnier figure than the girl he'd chosen. Oh well. He shrugged as the last candle was extinguished, then felt his way to the window and opened the shutters. That done, he stepped over to the bed and lay down, intending to doze while he waited.
He didn't have long to wait. Only a few minutes after he opened the shutters, a small pair of boots swung in through the window from above. The boots contained feet, attached to shapely legs, a round bottom, slender waist, ample chest, and cute face, made even cuter by blonde pigtails (though those were hidden under the deep purple hood worn by his partner). As her boots hit the floorboards, Jon jerked upright. "Evangeline?"
"About time, yeh? I hope you enjoyed her."
"Not as much as I could have done," he told her, as the Halfling woman uncoiled from her landing and pulled her hood back. "There's only poor fare available out here," he added. He waved one arm in the vague direction of a candle and snapped his fingers, and it sprung alight. He sank back down to rest on his elbows with a satisfied smile.
"Right," Evangeline agreed, "which is why I thought you'd be saving yourself up for me." She hopped up onto the bed and straddled his hips. Grabbing his shoulders, she pulled herself close and planted a long, deep kiss on his lips.
"Now, you know I need to take a run up for you, Evey," he said when they broke, "that's what whores are
for
."
"Uh-huh, yeah. And how many whores did you hire in the capital, while I was miles and miles away out here?"
"One or two," Jon admitted. "I'm still only an apprentice, I can't afford the prices whores charge in the capital too often."
"So, your meeting with your Master didn't go well?"
Jon shrugged. "Went about as well as could be expected, actually. Master Nivarius thinks I'm doing well, but I still need more experience. So I hope you've got us a job, so that I can get some?"
Evangeline climbed off him and sat cross-legged next to him. "Yeah, I've got us a job. We'll probably need to hire some extra muscle for it, though."
"Yeah? Why's that?"
"We'll have to kill about a dozen cultists."
"Cultists?"
"Argonites." Jon groaned and lay back down. Evangeline tutted in agreement, and pulled out some parchment from inside her indigo jerkin. "There's been a band of them operating in farmland a few days' travel from here, taking young maidens once a month for their sacrifices. The farmers and villagers aren't happy about it, of course, but they don't really have the resources to hire anyone to do something about it. But
then
, the cultists got stupid - they took one of the maids from the local Baron's manor. Now the Baron's worried his daughter will be next, so he put out a call for adventurers to solve the problem."
"And you answered?"
"I answered. I told him you were a skilled mage, temporarily away in the capital to answer the demands of your craft, and that together we could take care of the problem."
"And you didn't worry that we might not be able to when he told you there's a dozen of them? 'Cos a dozen's a bit much for me to handle, even with your help, y'know?"
"I just got him to put the reward up a bit, figured that'd cover the costs of hiring a little extra muscle."
"Yeah, alright. How long have we got for this?"
"The area's around four days travel from here. Sacrifices are at full moon, regular, and the next one's six days away, so we've got time."
"They go in for virgin sacrifices, right?"
"According to the stories, Argonites tend to prefer young and shapely women with some experience, so they usually parade the victim out in front of the congregation in nothing but a loincloth and some jewellery, then a lucky cultist gets to rape her up against the altar, before they cut her heart out."
"What lovely people," Jon said with heavy sarcasm. "We'd better make sure you don't get caught, you fit the perfect bill for a sacrifice."
"I'm still a virgin, thanks!"
"What, fingers don't count?" Jon asked, running his hand up her tightly-clad exquisite thigh.
"Only cock," she replied, reaching up to her cloak's clasp, "and it's only 'cos yours is the size of my forearm that we're not going to be fixing that right now."
Jon propped himself back up on his elbows. "Yeah? Then what
will
we be doing?" he asked with a cheeky grin.
"The usual tits and thighs alright?" she asked, beginning to undo her jerkin.
"Yeah, sounds good. And then I've got a little present for you, that I picked up in the capital."
"A present? What is it?"
"Just something I had time to get made for you," Jon replied. "You'll find out later."
Evangeline dropped her jerkin on the floor, then swivelled round and pulled her boots off, before swivelling further and kneeling up, facing away from him. "It's not underwear, is it? You know I don't go for those new-fangled fancy things." She pulled her trews down, revealing her loincloth, and wiggled her bum at him.
Jon lifted his hips and pulled down his breeches enough to free his hardening cock, and began stroking it. "Not underwear. You'll like it, I promise."
She turned back round and sat up. "Okay. I'll see, then." She pulled her undershirt off up over her head, giving Jon a chance to admire the curves of her body, and he whistled softly in appreciation.
"Your tits are as fantastic as ever, Evey."
"Yeah, of course they are." She knelt up and cupped them for a few moments, allowing Jon to take in her hourglass figure. "I'm pretty stacked for a Halfling, so they're just about a good handful for you Humans."
"Is that a hint?" Jon asked, reaching out. His hands briefly covered hers as he grasped her breasts, each one neatly filling his encompassing palms. He began to gently squeeze and caress them as the Halfling woman untied her loincloth and dropped it on the floor. She sighed with pleasure.
"Oh, your cock may be too big, but your hands are
just
the right size." She reached out with one hand and began stroking his cock, while her other slid down her body to her own crotch.
"If you were twice the size in every direction," Jon said, "you'd be perfect for me. I'd never stop fucking you."
"If you were half the size in every direction," Evangeline replied, "you'd be perfect for me. We'd never stop fucking, and that means we'd never get any work done, and we'd starve to death."
"Proof that good things come in small packages."
"Your mouth has better things to do than make stupid jokes," she said. She disengaged his hands and crawled towards him. His lips closed on a nipple and he began sucking, as his now-free hands found their way to her luscious arse.
"Gods, I love Humans!" she moaned. "Leaving home was the best decision I ever made."
After a few minutes of her stroking both their privates, and Jon sharing the attentions of his tongue and lips between her nipples, she pulled back. Jon turned to sit on the edge of the bed, and Evangeline hopped off to stand between his legs. She bent to lick his cock as she arranged herself at the right height, then took a breast in each hand and enveloped his cock with them. As she stroked up and down, she looked up at him.
"Y'know, you could get into trouble for doing this, back home. I'm only thirty-one."
"Ugh. I know Halflings live half as long again as us Humans, but that's like saying I'd get into trouble for fucking a woman 'cos she's only twenty."
"I know, right? Humans are fully adult well before they're twenty-one, and Halflings are fully adult long before thirty-three! Let us fuck when we're ready to fuck, for fuck's sake."
"Eighteen."
"What?"
"Us Humans can fuck at eighteen, most places. Twenty-one's just a legal thing - y'know, inheritance and running a business, and getting married, and that."
"I'm not gonna get in trouble, am I?" she asked with a grin, tits pumping up and down over his cock. "You're over eighteen?"
