It was a peaceful night at the
Green Heron
, just like any other. The
Green Heron
was the only tavern for miles in any direction. It was located in the middle of a small farming village called Hillfar. Like most nights, the tavern was packed full of local farmers and quite a few working men from the surrounding villages looking for cap off their week with good ale and good company.
The innkeeper, Harold was in a particularly good mood, his daughter, Jenny, had just returned from more than a year long vacation in Francia. By pure chance Jenny had become good friends with the local lords daughter when they were children and the royal family had asked if Jenny wanted to accompany them on their Francian holiday.
To Harold's surprise, and his customers delight, Jenny had changed much in the year she had been gone. She was just a few weeks past her 19th birthday and during her year abroad she had grown taller. She was now pushing 5'7" and to his initial dismay, the cute waitress outfit his wife had made for her all those years ago no longer fit. The dress was bright red with white accents, it had short sleeves so Jenny wouldn't be too warm running around the tavern.
Jenny had really filled out her body in the year away from home. Her breasts, for one, were now substantially larger. What used to barely be noticeable had ballooned until now its the only thing anyone noticed. Her straight, blonde hair had lengthened so now it perfectly framed her soft face as it fell to her shoulders. Her height was what really changed though. Instead of the neck of her waitress outfit going to her neck, it now fell so low you would swear her tits could pop out at any moment, while the skirt was so short you could see the bottom curve of her ass when she stood straight up.
Harold was going to buy her a new one until he found out how much more money his customers spent with Jenny walking around serving.
Meanwhile outside, by the treeline our heroes where staking out the
Green Heron
. First there was an old man wrapped in a cloak as dark as the sky named Madan. He was a healer and an alchemist, although he was so powerful many people considered him a wizard. Next to him a slightly younger, gruff man named Hubald. Hubald was a captain of the Kings royal guard and unparalleled in the kingdom when it came to hand to hand combat. Finally, a young man, no more than 25 and incredibly handsome. HIs name was Hagan and he was a young knight, still learning the ways but with amazing potential.
Hubald had been canvassing the tavern since the night before. He looked at the other two now and said "It's just the innkeeper and his daughter in there. I believe that I can bring the innkeeper and all the men away from the tavern with an urgent request from the King."
"The only problem being," said Madan "The girl. We must lure her away swell or distract her."
"I know," says Hubald "I've been puzzling over that since last night, but your suggestion of distracting has given me an idea.."
"What is it?" asked Hagan.
"I'm glad you asked" replied Hubald with a smirk "You're going to seduce her!"
"But Hubald I can't!" cried Hagan, I've never done anything like that before!"
"Its a good time as any to try" responded Hubald "You move in as soon as you see me lead the men away"
As Hubald ran down towards the entrance to the
Green Heron
Madan chuckled. "Don't worry about it Hagan" he said. "Just slip this in her drink. Its a love potion of sorts... Once she ingests it, you'll be irresistible to her. Then just follow her lead."
The jovial tone inside the tavern was cut off as the door was slammed open. In came a slightly build bearded man with a crumpled royal guards uniform on. All eyes were on him. "Bandits!" the stranger yelled. "By the barns! they're going to set the fields on fire!" NO one ever thought to question a member of the Kings royal guard. All men at the tavern immediately rose from their seats and followed Hubald out the door. Harold was the last to leave, he turned around and said "Jenny lock all the doors when I leave, I have a key. Don't you dare open the doors for anyone. It's not safe."
"OK Dad" Jenny responded "Be safe."
Jenny watched her dad run out the door and down the street after his patrons before she slammed the door and locked it tight.
"Remember Hagan, the key to the barn is downstairs in the kitchen." said Madan. "Its extremely important your get that girl upstairs so I can sneak in and get the key. Otherwise we'll never save the King."
"I know" declared Hagan. "You can count on me."
Jenny was cowering behind the bar when there was a timid knock on the door. She was so scared she had no idea what to do. After the second knock on the door she heard a voice. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
The voice sounded so ridiculously young Jenny was instantly at ease. She slowly eased her way up to the door and looked through the tiny peephole her father had installed. What she saw took her breath away. He was incredibly handsome, no more than that, he was drop dead gorgeous. He had an absolutely chiseled face with an incredibly cut jawbone, with just the beginning of a 5 o'clock shadow. He couldn't have been more than 21 she thought, but he had old eyes. They were as blue as the sea and she could instantly tell he had seen more than his age would have you believe. He had long blonde hair which Jenny realized was almost as long as her own. He wore a large cloak, but he was so muscled, no doubt from his time as a soldier, that you could see clearly defined muscles underneath all the layers. "Holy fuck" she thought.
He must have heard her come to the door because he spoke again. "Please ma'am, I'm so tired. Me and my horse just rode into town, we've been traveling for days and all I'm asking is for one glass of cold ale, I'll pay handsomely."
Jenny was having trouble making her mouth function but she slowly let him in. After all, this boy was so handsome, and clearly a war hero, he couldn't be a bandit. "Thank you so much ma'am." he said as he sat down at the bar.
"What's your name pretty lady?" he asked her.
"M-m-m-my names Jenny" she stubbled as she rushed to pour him a nice tall glass.
"Jenny, pleasure to meet you. My named Hagan" he said. Why don't you pour yourself one too Jenny. After all it seems like you're closed for the night anyway!"
Thats not a half bad idea, thought Jenny as she poured herself one to match. She set them both in front of Hagan and smiled warmly, "Where did you say you was coming from again?" she asked.
"Sorry ma'am, but could I possibly bother you for just a bite or two of bread?" Hagan asked. "I'm awful sorry but I haven't eaten in days."
"Oh don't be silly!" Jenny responded. 'We've got a bunch in the back! I'll grab you some" As she turned to head to the back Hagan couldn't help but notice her ass all but falling out of her skirt.
He wasted no time in grabbing the canister Madan had given him and pouring it all into Jenny's drink. He had just gotten it back into his pouch when Jenny returned with the bread. "Thank you kindly," Hagan said as he raised his glass of ale. "To new friends." he said, and Jenny clinked her glass to his.