Author's Note - 'Trevilan Chronicles' are unconnected short stories set in the same world as 'The Prince's Potion,' this one takes place around ten years later. Though not necessary, I strongly recommend reading those stories prior to this one. I realize my stories are not for everyone. If you're not interested in exaggerated sex organs, incest, inbreeding, and medieval/fantasy settings, this may not be for you. Thank you for the continued support and feedback!
All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older.
Trevilan Chronicles - Local Hero
Janos Flynt was something of a celebrity in the village of Endrut. Though loveably dim-witted, the overgrown teenager had somehow managed to knock up a bunch of women in his hometown. It all started a year ago, when he saved that strange woman from drowning...
Janos was making his way home one cold winter evening when he'd heard a distant cry for help over the sounds of a rushing river. He had, for whatever reason, taken the long way home that day. It was a tranquil path through the woods and a route he almost never walked because, though much more scenic, it meandered through dense forest, and after a long day at the mill, this was usually something he was not enthusiastic about doing.
In any case, about halfway through the snow-covered trail, Janos heard someone yelling and, identifying the sound instantly, he dropped his pack and ran towards the river.
Soon he came upon a clearing where a wide river split the kingdoms of Trevilan and Sar Sanrosan. Surveying the rapids, he spotted the woman, barely holding on to a branch for dear life. Without even thinking, Janos pulled off his shirt and dived in after her. Before he was even aware how cold the water was, he had one big arm around the woman while the other hauled them both forward on the branch and towards the bank. A second later and the branch snapped! Once again, Janos pushed all his thoughts aside and acted. Summoning a reservoir of energy from deep within himself, he kicked against the subzero rushing waves and pulled her up onto the snowy bank.
Janos laid her down and caught his breath. He then got a good look at the person he'd just hauled out of the river. She was an older woman, maybe around his mom's age, and had short black hair soaked and matted to her cheeks. She was petite and well-dressed but frigid to the touch and looked halfdead. Her skin was more blue than white. Janos had no idea how long she had been in the water, but she didn't look good. Her breathing was coming out ragged and slow, but at least she was alive. He knew he had to get her warm as fast as possible. He hardly seemed to realize he too was freezing cold and soaking wet...
Soon the big teenager had her on his back, his dry shirt wrapped around her small body, and making his way up the bank into the woods. After a few minutes of walking, he noticed her become more alert and her breathing level out.
'I'm... alive?' she asked weakly.
'I suppose so,' he sighed. 'Just how in the Redeemer did you manage to fall into the river, lady?'
'Ughh... About a mile upriver... I was crossing the bridge... a horse came galloping past, and the rider... must have knocked me over.'
'A bridge?' Janos thought about where she meant. The only bridge he knew of was several miles upriver. 'If its the Edrian bridge... you're lucky to be alive.'
This time of year, with frost on the ground and ice on the water, its amazing the fall didn't kill her,
Janos thought,
let alone the exposure.
'Do you live far from here? I can bring you home.'
'I'm not far,' she panted. 'You would do me a great honour, sir.' She told him where she lived and thankfully it was only a few minutes walk from where they presently were.
'Please... call me Janos,' Janos said. 'And it's no trouble at all.'
Presently he was getting tired and cold, still carrying her while shirtless. Both were drenched to the bone and, despite his earlier attempt to hastily dry her on the riverbank, she was shivering constantly. The woman told him she had no idea how long she'd been in the river, though it was plain to see she was in shock and wouldn't have made it much longer without his rescue.
'Oh, you're the fortune teller,' he said, finally arriving at her cozy looking little hovel. He relaxed when he saw the place, knowing Endrut was only a short walk from here. But she didn't immediately respond.
'What's your name, miss?' he said, making sure she was still conscious.
'Mirabelle,' she managed, barely above a whisper. 'And I'm a
tea reader
.'
Janos didn't understand the distinction; he was just glad she responded. 'You don't need to be either to know you'd be dead by now if someone hadn't found you.'
She chuckled warmly against his strong back, said, 'no, you're right, Janos. I'm very lucky you saved me.'
'Anyone else would have done the same,' he muttered, blushing.
'I'm not so sure,' she said. 'Will you come inside? We're both freezing cold... and I'm afraid I still need your help. I'm very weak, Janos... and I'm all alone out here. I'll make you a hot drink, if you get the fire going.'
Janos didn't need to be asked twice. Mirabelle seemed nice enough and he was very cold. 'Of course. But I can't be too long... my mother will start to worry.'
'Who is your mother?' Mirabelle asked as they crossed the threshold and closed the door. 'I'll make sure she knows what a brave son she has.'
'Oh really, its nothing,' he said, setting her down gently on the couch. The room was dark and chilly, so he got to work on the fire with haste.
'Saving my life is nothing?' she said, sitting up and peeling off her wet clothes as he tended to the fire.
Janos blushed again and kept his eyes on the fire. 'Oh, alright. Janey Flynt, she's the baker in Endrut.'
'Yes. Janey... yes, she is,' Mirabelle said knowingly, wrapping herself in a big blanket. 'Why, I recognize you now.'
From the light of the fire, Janos could make out the room they presently occupied. It was cozy little space and filled with lot of plants and books. Mirabelle's home seemed more like a greenhouse now that he had a better look around. She really seemed to have a green thumb, which made sense to Janos, given what he knew about her. Lonely women were always coming out here to have their fortunes told,
or tea leaves read
, and he knew it was mostly about their love lives. When would their knight in shining armour come to sweep them off their feet, get married or have a baby. Those kinds of things. He rarely believed in such stories.
Soon the fire was going strong, and the small room was doused in a soft orange-red glow. Mirabelle was sprawled on the couch, naked but wrapped in a few layers of knitted blankets. It seemed to Janos like she was starting to warm up and get back some of her colour.
Presently, cast in the firelight, he managed to get a better look at the woman he'd pulled from the river. She was a pretty lady, petit and pleasantly plump, though only a bit on the chubbier side, Janos thought she had it in all the right places. Mirabelle was much shorter than Janos and had a cute round face with short poofy black hair, cropped to her ears. She had bright green puppy dog eyes and prominent rosebud lips. Knowing she was naked underneath the blankets was quite difficult for Janos to ignore. Especially since he could tell she was on the bustier side, clearly able to see the outline of her large breasts and how they jutted out considerably. He had enjoyed the feeling of them rubbing against his back on the walk here, but he was amazed how big they looked on her. To the best of his knowledge, Janos thought she lived out here alone and he didn't think she had any children.
'Get undressed, Janos,' she purred. 'Those pants are soaking wet. You won't get warm wearing them.'
'Get... undressed?' he turned red again.
Mirabelle laughed and tossed him one of the blankets. 'It's alright. Cover yourself with this.'
Despite his embarrassment, he obeyed and stripped out of his remaining clothes. He could feel her eyes on him as he peeled out of his underwear. His flaccid penis flopped out and was nearly as red as his face. She had of course been right; his legs were frozen. He tossed his clothes by the fire and wrapped himself up in the knitted blanket.
Mirabelle's eyes widened at the youth's statuesque physique in his nudity. For someone so young, he was quite tall, very muscular and...
hung!
She couldn't help but stare at the unusually large size of his genitals.
That was new.
Eventually, Mirabelle collected herself and stood to prepare the promised drink. She had him sit across from her and eventually, with a few quick hand gestures over the hot liquid, served him a steaming cup of her famous herbal tea.
Janos sipped and once again averted his eyes as she leaned forward with the cup, her expansive bosom barely contained in the blanket.
Mirabelle sat back down and told him to take it slowly and let the heat spread through his body.
'Mmm, it's good!' He thought of little else after he took the first sip - it was actually delicious! He soon drained the whole cup.
'Now,' she said in a soft, sing-song voice. 'Pass the cup to me. I wish to read your leaves.'
'Huh? My what?' he said but then realized she meant the cup in his hands. He was feeling a little lightheaded, but even under normal circumstances, Janos wasn't the sharpest tool in the woodshed. At least he was good looking, his mother always joked, and he had a strong back. He quickly handed her the cup and watched intently.
First, Mirabelle covered it with her palm and stared at him, her emerald eyes blazing. 'Tell me what it is you wish for most in this world, Janos. What is it that you truly desire?'
'Desire?'
he gulped, once again trying not to look at her tits. 'I guess... prosperity for my family. I love them... and I wish they didn't have to work so hard.'
'Go on.'
'Well... I wish I could make everyone in Endrut's lives easier.'
'What a selfless spirit you are,' Mirabelle smiled. 'Why do you say that?'
'I don't know,' he raised his eyebrows. 'I like my life... my home. Endruts never recovered... from the plague, you know? I'd like my family to have a better life here, I guess.'
Mirabelle sat there for a long time. She investigated the cup, tossed her head from side to side, moved the cup around in her hands for a little bit, and then finally set it down on the floor. When she looked back up at him, she had a big smile on her face.
'Would you like to hear what the leaves have told me, Janos?'
'Um... I really should be getting back,' he said as politely as he could manage, but he was pretty sure she caught him rolling his eyes. Sure, this woman might have been a total hottie, for an older lady anyway, but the last thing Janos needed was some tea leaves at the bottom of a cup telling him what might happen tomorrow. Janos didn't like to think like that. It was nice to dream every now and then, but he was typically of the mind that if you wanted something, you had to go out and take it.
Mirabelle laughed and scratched her head thoughtfully. 'Janos, you silly boy. Listen to me, I think you'll like what you hear.'
'Oh?'
'The tea leaves see a prosperous future for you. And by extension,
