When I first thought of this story, I hesitated to post it because it's going to be a little slow at first. Those of you just looking for a quick fap story, you're going to be disappointed as I like to build on my characters and get a good foundation in so hopefully you'll keep coming back for the story as much as for the sex. Besides, who doesn't like a nice, long tease? More chapters have been written and will be posted as soon as I can get around to editing them down to the point where I'm satisfied with them. Feel free to leave any comments and constructive criticisms you may have, I know my writing is not perfect and I'm always looking to improve. Thanks in advance guys and I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1 - Rafe Bostik
"Oh Gods yes! Fuck me harder!"
The suddenness of the woman's scream of pleasure shattered the quiet murmur of the patrons around us. I stopped contemplating my beer long enough to look over the rim of my mug at them. Almost as one they looked to the stairs, then to the ceiling above and then down to us at the back of the room. I almost couldn't blame them. I mean, not 20 minutes in the town of Wolfesrahm and our group was already causing trouble. That was something we could ill afford this close to the Middenlands. I shrugged my shoulders and went back to looking at my beer. After a few seconds, the conversations resumed and I thought the last of it.
I glanced up when I heard a sound. Well, a sound other than Dodger upstairs with our waitress.
Sigurd the Joyous was praying. Of course he would be. With his long, braided hair and wild, unkempt beard the North-man looked the part of a barbarian but he had a deep soul and a moral core that few could guess existed. I knew he liked to cultivate that image of himself because he was not good at communicating with people and it typically kept them away. I didn't keep him around for his skill at speaking though. Many a time his fervent ministrations and sturdy shield had pulled me from the fires, both physical and not. His lined face would have looked at peace if it weren't for the way his lips curled back in a quiet snarl, each syllable was spit with venom and his eyes never left the ceiling. I would have to warn Dodger to stay in his good graces for a while, he looked as though he would ring the little rogue's neck as soon as he stepped back into the common room.
My eyes jumped over to the source of the sound I had heard earlier. Tietra Von Seyhardt had gasped. Her face was flushed and she looked as though she would bolt at any second. I watched her flinch every time the bed upstairs scraped against the floor or hit the wall. I could see the panic in her eyes when a scream of pleasure broke the silence for a second time. I couldn't blame her, she was 18 and fresh out of an imposed exile at a nunnery. Her father had locked her up at the first sign of of a courting gentleman and refused to let her go. Sigurd and I were in the area when an incursion of beast-men had destroyed her home. Not wanting to return to her father, she decided to come with us. Despite traveling with us for the past few months she had not acclimated to dealing with the opposite sex. It was almost cute watching her reactions. I could see her slightly pointed ears starting to turn red. She looked over at me and I stuck my tongue out at her. Childish, I know, but when she brought her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh I knew I had been successful in distracting her.
"Ohhhhh! Deeper! Deeper! Oh Gods!" the waitress screamed, at the top of her lungs it seemed. The barkeep looked up and then stared at me. I could feel waves of jealousy and hate coming off of him. I shrugged and shot him my most charming smile. His scowl deepened. Oh well, I thought, doesn't work on everyone. I stood up and went to the open door. The sun was making it's final descent for the day and shadows had started to close in. Footsteps approached me and I felt a soft hand rest on my forearm.
"Sigurd, my how you've scrubbed away those callouses..." I started to say. Tietra's other hand slapped me in the back of the head.
"Very funny." She said, leaning into my side. "Is he always like this?"
"Who? Dodger?"
Her raven tresses bobbed when she nodded her head.
"Well...Think about it like this." I reached into one of my pouches and pulled out an apple. I sliced off a piece for her and she began nibbling on it. I don't have many vices but there are three things I can't turn up: a good beer, a bad woman and a fresh apple. "When you were in the nunnery, what did you do when you were in a bad mood?"
She turned her brown eyes up to me. "I took comfort in the gardens and some of the sisters sang..."
"Right..." I said, greedily stuffing my mouth with another bite of apple. "Well, different people handle things different ways." I waved my apple in Sigurd's direction, "'Ol Oakhead there prays. Always has, always will. It's just his way of dealing with things. Dodger, well, Dodger is Dodger. He can't help himself really. I think he sees the world as a walking pair of tits."
