A tale of erotic fantasy.

Her breasts just above the water, her mouth half opened, her eyes looking at the sky as she floats on her back. Unaware of her spectator, she stand up, the water low and just covering her legs up to her knees, and starts washing herself. A soft, white cloth, held by slender fingers, sliding over her body. Caressing and gently washing her skin, starting at her face and neck, sliding over her breasts and stomach, then down her long, strong legs. She moves her hand up the back of her legs, then sliding over her round, firm butt. As she moves her hand to her front, she spreads her legs a little, sliding the cloth between her thighs and over her sex.
As she moves her hand, she closes her eyes and relaxes. Then she suddenyl drops the cloth, her not taking action to catch it before the creek takes it out of reach. Instead her hand is pushed harder against her sex and a soft moan comes from her lips. I move in closer, hiding behind the huge trunk of the willow, watching her from the front. I can see her finger move over her clit, twirling around it, rubbing fast and hard. Her hand curving and bending, pushing a finger inside her, keeping the same tempo as her finger rubbing her clit.

Her moans turning into gasps as she nears her climax. Her thighs trembling, her feet struggling to keep their hold on the slippery stones in the creek. Then she clenches her legs, catching her hand between her thighs as a high pitched scream leaves her throat. Her head leaning back, releasing her outing of pleasure into the world. Her body frozen as the waves of her orgasm turn into ripples then slowly subside.

She opens her eyes and looks around dazed. Her view glary, not fully returned to the present yet, she slowly starts moving towards her clothes, sucking on her finger before she rinces her hand clean in the clear water. She dries herself off quickly before rushing to put her clothes on. Shivering with cold and the after glow of her pleasure, she hops onto the bank and swiftly disappears between the trees.

Her presence and body already aroused me, her pleasuring planting an unbearable seed of lust in my head, growing quickly into a thought-entangling twine. Knowing it will be impossible to get the girl out of my mind before release, I slide my hand in my pants and grab my cock. My thoughts drawn automatically to the scene I just witnessed, I close my eyes and dive deep into it. Forming myself into her hand as she plays with her clit and wet centre.

Within seconds I find bliss and I let my orgasm rip through my body as I deposit my warm seed in the rushing water of the creek. Biting my jaws down, I force myself to keep quiet, allowing my mind to absorb the fullness of my climax. A slight shiver through my legs before I return the iron grip on my mind and body and close my pants, before focussing and returning to my camp. Five minutes later nothing would ever tell someone had spent the night under the magnificent oak. In my mind I find the city in the distance, focussing, smelling the first smell of the streets in the distance. I disappear between the trees, moving towards the edge of the forest..

“And this scar?” she asked he lips kissing soft along the edge of the white marks along my shoulder.

“Howler wolves…”, I replied, the well rehearsed lie slipping easily from me. Should I tell the truth I would not have imagined her willing to share my bed.

She dipped lower,..kissing slow over the scars of claw marks on my chest…”and these?…”

“A mountain cat,..” , I answered choosing another lie shortened by a sharp gasp as her tongue danced below,.. rolling around my nipple .  She caught my reaction,.. glancing up,..reaching with fingertips to trace the thin scar along my cheek…

“and this?…”

My lips drew in a smirk, not every scar had an exotic tale to it. “Bar fight in Fort Wilderness.”

“Oh, my a bad boy are we,?”.. Her tone half teasing as her lips drifted off to another scar, her tongue and lips tracing slow across my skin. What is it of woman and scars?

I smiled, of any of the scars, that one was the result of attitude. If anything, the taint held to predictable patterns of behavior. The aggressive apprehension before the change,.. prone to violence, and anger, the lust filled need of contact which drove me after. Both carried by the heightened sense of awareness, the clear sharpening of all the senses. It’s what made sex so addicting after the change,.. the amplification of the senses. The smell of her desire filled my lungs,. The brush of her tongue and kisses on my skin, mind twisting of effect. The sound of her heart, racing with want,…pressed to the edge of anticipation. My lips smacked with the taste of her scent lingering in the air…. wild,…erotic I needed no other sign of how wanting and willing she had already become.

It was the sex however fleeting that momentarily gave me reprieve,  that helped me forget what I was,.. consoled the wound to my soul of the events which had led me here.

The half breed that I was, part elf and part human, marked me as an outcast.  An aberration to both races, the elves looking on me as defective, be they polite, the stoic reserve of judgment ever present. Humans were more belligerent of attitude, their racist guard clearly evident,…though the women more likely to bed me, looking at me as some form of exotic dallying, human enough to warrant crossing the lines in lust, in experimentation. But even those numbers were few.

My human mother  had bore me late in her life, the birth too taxing, taking her from the world, leaving me to be raised by my elven father. He found himself straddled not only with infant, but of the biased attitudes casted at his newborn. Neither Elve or human  society appeared willing to accept the child, and the wise creature he was, he retreated into the woods,.. rearing me,.. teaching me of the craft of his people and the lore of the woods. Those were years of wonder for me countless for though human, I age slowly. He taught me to handle a bow, a knife, the only weapons he emphasized I would ever need in that land.

Perhaps, true I doubt that any weapon other than enchanted could have saved him that night when the lycan descended on our camp. The scars on my shoulder a testament to when it drug me from my bedroll, ready to tear at me before my father leaped to the defense. Instead it attention to him, tore into him and my meager efforts to aide met with brutal vicious rebuke. A crushing blow, casting me easily aside,.. the creature taking taking it’s toll on my father instead.

I laid there broken of body for days dying with the torn remnants of my father close at hand.

Why she did what she did I never knew, but the woodland nymph who found me close to death the following days, intervened. Though never seen my father always acknowledged her presence in those woods,.. the small gifts of flowered boughs,.. perhaps touched her.  She breathed life back into my battered body,…found the plague of the taint on me, knowing she could not cure,… she used her magic, tapped the roots of elven blood elven , twisted it into something,.. more tolerable, the attributes of a shapeshifter.

In the following years she continued to rear me, but not motherly,.. but tolerant,.. caring,.. she mentored me. Taught me how to connect to the forest creatures, bind to their souls, and with that the understanding and ability live and breath in that form. It was her gift,.. her ability to change form at will. The countless days at we played as squirrels in the trees,.. the leisurely stroll as a great stag and cow,…the stalking as mountain cat of intruders, and the occasional scare we threw to belligerent interlopers in the form of enraged great bears.

At least until the moon filled full,.. then the curse of the taint held,.. I was locked to one form,.. that of the werewolf. Her gift made it manageable… the curse undermined to the extent I was still in control. Thinking, rational,.. not a servant to the primal predatory drive that the disease gave to others. I lived as I always did, only condemned to the pattern of that horrific shapel. While  in such form she would come,.. lie with me,.. hold me, the soft touch of her spirit always tempering the edge of the change.

When manhood finally arrived, she took me as her lover, coming to me in the still of that first night, her beauty radiant as she slipped the translucent gown she wore from her and taught me of the ways of pleasure, intimacy with a woman.

Timeless… decades passed, and somewhere I must have touched her soul, rose the emotion of love, for she told me her name. Gave me that power… Aldaris…

I'm a type of pixie while we might not have any wings we're quite a bit more intelligent, bigger and aware of things than our smaller sisters. Whatever power it is that created us she probably wanted her own kind of humanoids other than our more spirit type cousins after seeing the elves and dwarves.

Being pixies and all we all look like females though there are two genders, the only apparent difference being our genitals. We're by no mean immortal and live for about 300 years. Our bodily build might be a bit short of stature and very lean but with very definite and a little unnatural feminine curves covered by a spotless smooth skin. By nature we move and carry ourselves with an almost impossible grace and smoothness though even if we're completely developed we still look really innocent with our short length, cute features, big eyes and often long, thick and beautiful thick hair.

We live in our own realm though, a wonderful and magical realm that fills all our needs. Our realm is always warm and comfy, colours and hues are stronger and everything has a warm fantastic feel to it. Much of this is of course because of the powerful magical river flowing through the lands, this river grants us an excess of magical power that we can always draw from and do whatever with.

Over the millennias we haven't had much contact with the other realms and no one nearly ever visits them at all… we're far to busy playing around in our own realm. But we do have a general knowledge about other creatures and races and have pictures and scrolls picturing them though the males always appear so strange to us.

Now though, I'm a quite young pixie but fully developed and with my 5'3″ I'm one of the tallest… probably taking after my daddy in this regard. I've got a long thick wavy blond hair, big sparkling blue eyes, a small nose and cute pouty lips. I have always been very curious and adventurous… probably seen our whole small realm a few times as I've been walking around in it. That's a problem for me though, I want to see new things and I been nagging my parents about teaching me how to get to the earthly realm for quite a while.

I had read about the cities assumed to exist there and lots of other things that I had no idea what they could be but it just sounded so very exciting. At first my parents where against the whole deal but the more I talked about it the more they melted to the idea. Finally they relented and when they did it was almost them planning everything, getting overly excited about my adventure… my daddy almost deciding to join me.

Mommy kept making me cute dresses with stockings telling me it might be cold there and that a little skirt might not be enough. Yeah we tend to just walk around in miniskirts not one bit ashamed about our bodies but covering our genitals is usual. I really don't hope its as cold as when a few tried to make it snow here and things resulted in a blizzard… we tend to be a bit impulsive at times and not really think things through.

I left our realm early a morning really excited, my mommy and daddy having quite a trouble holding back their tears as we said goodbye.

I skipped of into the forest, we've created a magically enhanced way of skipping that lets us travel really fast without getting tired, plus it looks really cute. Using my magic I started to gradually make the changes I had been taught until I suddenly found myself in a completely different forest, the feel of everything different. I smiled happily, my daddy was truly a genius at magic and he always teach things so well.

I looked around the forest wide eyed, it seemed so old and regal the power in it harnessed in such a refined way, nothing like the fleeting forest of our realm always brimming with new magic.

In a clearing in front of me I could see a figure and approaching her I decided she might be a forest nymph, she watched me approaching a bit perplexed. I skipped up to her smiling brightly and reaching out my little hand to her and with a melodious and light voice I greeted her “Hi, I'm Adera are you a forest nymph? This forest is really beautiful btw. Oh, and these mushrooms I found are so sweet and tasty. Do you know where I can find a city? I've always wanted to see a city, they seem so wondrous. Oh look, a cute bunny!”. She stops me almost screaming “Calm down! And don't eat those mushrooms they're poisonous!” I got a little scared at her sudden outburst, looking at her with sad eyes “… well… apparently not for you” watching as I had apparently eaten them for quite a while now. “Yes I'm the nymph of this forest sweety” smiling at me and taking my hand in hears my eyes shining up again but she stopped me right before starting my rambling again with a raised finger “Can you please tell me what you are? I've never seen someone of your kind before”. “Oh me? I'm a pixie and I guess you might not have heard of my kind since we tend to stay in our own realm. I'm just here alone adventuring.” putting my hands on my hips smiling proudly at my own bravery “I see, well should a sweet girl like you really walk around alone like this?”. She called me a girl, how odd “I'm a boy” she's raising an eyebrow in disbelief making me pout, “Here I'll show you.” I pull up the hem of my short dress and down with my soft underwear showing hear my cute penis “See”. I could see her eyes widen but she composes herself quickly “Okay so your a boy, but still does you parents approve?”, “Yes, of course they do and I know magic. Can't you just show me the way to a city? Pretty please?” she sighed loudly muttering something about pixies and faeries.

After some persuasion she finally relented and she told me she'd show me the way to a road going through the forest and she told me that if I walked south on it I would eventually find myself in quite a city. As we walked through the forest she haggled me with words of advice and things to look out for like an overly protective mother. I had to agree about some things though, apparently I didn't look like a male to anyone as she put it but rather like a female and she told me it might be vice not telling everyone that I was a boy.

When we reached the road she hugged me tightly, kissed my cheeks and had a very worried look on her face as I walked of happily… I wonder why.

I had been walking down the road for quite a while when I smelt something really tasty in the air and after a few turns I saw a camp fire at the side with a group of creatures around it. I approached them without worry but they didn't seem to notice me so I greeted them loudly when I stood quite close making them all jump… not very good hearing these ones. They quickly invited me to sit with them by the fire staring a little at me, apparently not very used to creatures like me but I looked as wide eyed as them back at them. We greeted each other, they where humans and this was the first time I had seen males of this world. The females wasn't very strange but the males, well they looked really strange to me… one man in particular. He was a younger man with jet black hair, quite large build with well defined muscles and a handsome face (I wasn't actually familiar with that word though so I didn't have a label for it). He looked back at me out from the corner of he's eyes glancing down at my legs and at my cleavage quite obviously. A woman offered me some warmer clothes since it was going to get colder but looking at their ugly long dresses I much rather stayed with my short cute dress. Somehow I think my dress wasn't very appropriate though I had no idea why, the handsome man really didn't seem to think so on the other hand. I told her I could use magic to keep myself warm and they all look at me a little worried at the mentioning of magic so casually.

They had been cooking for a meal and offered me some, first time eating meat for me and I have to say it was pretty tasty. Later in the evening the handsome man said he would go to a nearby lake and take swim. He had been looking at me a out of the corner of his eye all evening and well I can't say I didn't react to it, somehow I found it quite exciting but I had no idea why. Thinking a little about it I decided to follow him for a swim, I was really curious as to how these males bodies looked.

I saw him stand by the water with his back to me, moonlight shining on his body showing his well defined muscular body and I could feel a tingling inside of me and my nipples hardening a little making me really confused. Seemed like he was preoccupied with his something in front of him, his arms moving. Smiling mischievously I conjured an illusionary growl from a huge beast which made him jump in surprise and fear and I couldn't hold myself from giggling at him. “Hey! No tricks like that girl, I've got a sword here and I know how to use it.” I walked out from the forest to the lake still giggling, “Sorry, it just seemed like such a good opportunity as you where so occupied” my eyes falling to his crotch “with umm…” I flushed hotly seeing his big hard cock. I'd never seen such a big penis, it wasn't cute like mine at all but rather raw, angry and filled with animalistic power. He noticed where I was looking, my flushed face, visibly hard nipple “Why don't you join me for a swim?”. I looked him over, muscular, big cock and handsome… I smiled at him pulling my dress of and down with my underwear showing off my butt to him for some reason.

Slowly I turned to him pulling back a few of my golden locks from my face, my nipples and dick hard from my excitement and somehow I knew I just wanted this man. He looked at my naked body greedily but hesitated visibly at my dick, I got afraid it would somehow put him off. I walked past him dipping my feet into the cold water, his eyes following me. I kicked some of the cold water his way, he flinched visibly when it spattered over him and I ran out into the water laughing. He chased after me me growling something about getting back at me with his deep voice. Finally he caught me, well I had somehow wanted that and I could feel his still hard cock pressing into my butt making me flush from joy and excitement… he seemed to find me attractive. He held me tight and told me that even though I confused him immensely he wanted me… now! I felt his hands turn my head, kissing my lips, the other tracing over my skin, finding a breast and a nipple. He pressed his cock against my butt and I felt myself push back against him, I slowly turned in his arms to meet his kiss better and push my body against his wile my hands traced his back and arms.

He lift me up in his arms and carried me out of the water and lay me down on a patch of soft grass kissing me passionately, his tongue digging into my mouth and I met his lips greedily and sucked on his invading tongue. I suddenly knew how I wanted him, in my ass. Well I'm not a virgin and not back there either as our kind is quite open sexually but I was a bit afraid of his thick big cock. I felt him push against me back there, mostly by instinct. I told him to wait and lay down on his back, he did so looking at me, I smiled naughtily at him licking my lips “I have to make you slippery wet if I'm going to be able to take you in my ass” his eyes widening at what was to come and I could hear him sigh in pleasure as I got down on him, sucking his wonderful cock.

When he was satisfyingly wet I straddled him, aligned his cock with my rosebud and slowly sat down on it. It took a while, I had to go slow, relax myself a lot and it still hurt a little. When I finally had all of him inside me I sat on him for a while adjusting before slowly rising and then sitting down. After just a few strokes it started to feel very good and I started to ride him with longer strokes while whimpering in pleasure. He suddenly turned us around, me on my back and he told me that he couldn't just lie there with a creature like me pleasuring herself on his cock. He started fucking me faster and deeper increasing his pace until he was pounding into me. I loved it, moaning louder and louder, my dick dripping of precum. He thrust himself deep into me, his cock growing a little more inside me and he cried out, his cock suddenly bursting its cum deep into me. I screamed in pleasure and I felt my own orgasm ripple through my body, my dick spurting and my anus flexing around him.

When I descended from my pleasure I found that he had collapsed onto me breathing heavily. We stayed like that for a while relaxing, I could feel his cock soften and slip out of me leaving me with an emptiness and his cum oozing out from me. After a while though we got up cleaned us, dressed and walked back to the camp me clinging on his arm happily.

We slept together that night and in the morning I felt him spooning me from behind and I snuggled against his warm big body. He had a hand cupping one of my breasts and his cock a little hard against my rear. I rubbed myself back against a little feeling him grow against me which was very exciting as he was still sleeping. Feeling a little naughty I took his cock in my hand and guided it into my anus pushing myself onto his hard cock, he awoke to this and slowly we made love silently and he had to hold a hand over my mouth when I came.

It turned out they where heading the other way moving from a big city, probably the same city that I was on my way towards. A little sad I said goodbye to them in the morning… a special goodbye for the handsome guy with lots of kisses and then headed my own way. I was still a little confused about the feelings that the man had awoken in me, I hadn't been expecting that at all… but I liked it… a lot.

The road took me out from the forest and and I could now see vast fields ripe for harvest and I started meeting more and more people mostly humans but a few elves and dwarves as well. I got quite a few looks even from elves that where not sure what I was which made them think very hard… quite funny to watch. I didn't care much for people staring at times as I was very occupied with my surrounding and I was looking back at some people back with my big curious eyes.

I passed quite a few villages on my way to the city, in the first a nice old woman explained to me that this wasn't a city and that a city was far bigger which made me really excited. I was a little disappointed at first when I had thought the village had been the city.

I started seeing soldiers walking and on horse travelling the road as well, one particular group marching in formation and synchronized so I shortened my phase to walking so I could ask them questions about it. One big burly man in their group apparently got angry and told me to get lost, I pushed out my tongue at him and made a foul grimace before skipping off. The soldiers looked completely frustrated as they saw me leave them behind with apparent ease.

I got really wide eyed though when I saw a mighty warrior in golden magical armour neatly weaved into it and on an equally mighty and impressive horse. I tried talking to this man as well but he just ignored me… humpf, I scared the horse with an illusion making them go charging out on a field. It was so hilarious I fell to the ground in giggles and the people walking by took circles around me with scared faces.

As the sun stood at its highest point in the sky I walked over a hill and could see a huge mass of buildings a few kilometres away and behind it a vast ocean. Can there really be that much water in one place, I have to go check that out but first I needed to see this huge city with its large buildings, impressively high towers and some buildings that must be castles scattered inside it. After standing there a bit stupidly with my jaw hanging I continued my easy skip down the hill towards the city.

I hated crowds, the decades of my solitary life with Aldaris had little prepared me for the journey I had been on. The rush on my senses always overloaded ears filled with the swarm of heartbeats, the smell of conflicting scents from the people about. At least the biased worked in my favor. Seeing a half breed, people unconsciously took that extra measure of step to avoid contact… my path always slightly wider then others might encounter. The bulk of my frame was human, but the shape of the pointed ears jutting from the braids of my silver streaked hair, the piercing blue almond shaped eyes clearly defined the mixed race.  All was well, the library of Lidibinis was my goal.

My partner had performed well, tempered the lust filled needs for the moment, which gave me some clarity to this day. Easily aroused she had succumbed to my driving needs,.. several times. Finally pleading departure, she left wobbling,.. sore from serving as my fuck toy for hours, but had manage to dull the edge of the lust driven need that ate at me.

Enough, that I focus as I traversed the swarm of the market place. The whispers I picked from the crowd showed the continuing of concerning  the body found in an alley the prior day, another victim of the speculated lycan. It was pretty clear that the authorities had not freely acknowledged this. The brutality of the attacks, the timing, certainly gave credence to the rumors circulating Such news would certainly have dampened the ensuing celebration ahead. Some sort of festival,…, of which I had little interest in.  My purpose here singular, speak with Xegis the Wise,.. and see if he could enlighten me of the demon I sought.

Following the directions given by my innkeeper, I found the library easy enough, a rather unimposing building set in the religious district of the city. Compared to the temples and shrines which rose around it, the building looked to be an ignored step child of neglect. Not surprising the city itself bore a reputation of more sensual indulgences. That Xegis should reside here suggested something of his own dalliances. I climbed the few steps entering into the dull lite chamber,  The handful of scribes absorbed in their work paid scant attention to me,.. but for one whose attention was clearly fixed on my intrusion.

He rose, measuring my plain appearance. I wore nothing impressive, the plain loose fitting leather shirt and breeches…clean, but spotted with marks of my journeys, my  boots worn and tired looking. The singular knife sheathed on my belt and  staff hardly threatening.

“What business do you have here?” he demanded, the voice sharp and quick.

I let the sharp inquiry fall flat,  choosing not to answer immediate. Measuring him no different than a barking dog, as my eyes wandered, letting him know his stance and position irrelevant as I took in the surroundings. Then glanced to him,, answering in a even soothing tone.

“I seek audience with Xegis. Does he still reside here?” I could sense the stiffening attitude and reluctance to answer. He merely nodded, speaking quietly for me to wait as he turned quick on his heel, moving across the room towards the large door holding the valued archives of manuscripts. He didn’t enter, turning instead at the wall towards a stairwell, disappearing as climbed up, no doubt to private chambers housed on the higher floor.

The man who descended with him hardly of what I expected, tall, fair featured with a short well trimmed beard. He approached with authoritative confidence, the underling overlord of the scribes slipping back to his desk, apparently passing me off to his companion. We stood there briefly, he measuring me as I did him.

“Xegis?” I asked, apparently introductions were beyond this one’s manners.

He shook his head, “No, I am afraid Caduceus, second scribe of the Library of Lidibinis.  Xegis no longer offers counsel here. Perhaps I may help you.”

My eyebrow arched in surprise, second scribe, he looked far too young to hold such a position. There were far older men present in these chambers, more inclined to hold such a title. He was either extremely bright or…

I pressed, I had come too far to meet rebuke.  “Only if you are well versed in the knowledge of demonology? Otherwise I must speak to Xegis”

“No,…and no” he spoke, the second a retorting stand. He pressed a hand to my shoulder, no doubt an urging anticipation for me to leave. “Xegis is old, of bad health.. he no longer has the mind to answer or recollect anything at all. And no one here has the expertise on what you seek”

I can smell a lie, literally. The tensing of the body, dilation of the eyes, quicken pulse, not to discount the undeniable change in scent. He was lying. At what level I could not discern. The mark of a true scribe of sages lies in a knowledge that of their lack thereof a topic, is supplemented by at least knowing who to speak to, who might have that knowledge. He offered no suggestion as he ushered me from the scribroium.

As I stood on the front step of the library, paying scant attention to Caduceus smug sense of success as he reentered the building, my eyes glancing up to the open windows of the upper floors airing the heat from the rooms.

There were other ways to gain access.

I found a thick cluster of shrubs along the side of the building, slipped behind them unseen, pulling the  leather shirt from me as my mind reached  for memories. Lifting as I bound,.. my remaining clothes falling free,.. the swirling rush of the meld, the momentary confusion as my mind and physical shape adapted, reconnecting…and  lifted into flight. A crow rising from the bushes would hardly be suspect, and though an awkward shape, one I had never truly mastered,.. I held enough control to rise to the second story, flap hovering,..from window to window…until I found what I suspected my goal.

The old man sat at his desk,.. the disarray piles of books, scrolls surrounding him in ,..his attention focused on the manuscript,…withered hands flipping the pages slowly.. I flew forward,.. entering the room, releasing the binds of the shape,..the shimmering blur surrounding me as I step forward easily. Manifesting back into my human form as his eyes darted up, a measured gazed to my naked form standing before him.

I was confused, my senses finding no rush of excited heartbeat,… just a vacant stare. His challenge equally puzzling as he spoke nonchalantly.

“Did you bring my soup?”

The sun finally breaking through the heavy branches that have surrounded me all morning. The trees breaking, rays falling down, shining upon the green forest floor. The edge is near, far away in the distance, the first noises of the city reach my ears, i can feel the mass of people closely packed together behind the thick, massive walls. I find a high rock at the edge of the forest and hop onto it. Setting my hand above my eyes, I look in the distance, smelling the ocean breeze, seeing the friable edges of the city, blurred against the light grey of the skies.

With pain in my heart I leave my beloved forests, knowing I might not return to them for a long time, not sure the city is my final destination. Yet, for now I know where to go, a contact of the brotherhood waiting for me in a tavern in the black smith’s quarter of the city. A rough place, hard work makes strong men, the fire of their forges running through their veins, easily ignited with a puff of air. Not a place to attract attention to yourself.

First task is to get past the guards. But knowing the local tongue and a pouch full of gold coins will get me through if asked to explain my coming, confidence strengthening my posture, taking on an authoritive pose as my feet lead me closer to the gates of Libidinis. Carts, pulled by oxes and horses lining up as they are thoroughly checked at the gates, the city-state on high alert since it was attacked by a neighbouring harbor, a few hundred miles away. Yet, the flow of visitors for the summer festival too numerous to check very carefully.

With a sigh and a shrug on my shoulders I step onto the road and mix in with the endless line of travelers approaching the city gates. Commoners, farmers heading for the festival markets, travelling peddlers with handcarts, seeling an array of articles, even while they are on the road to the city. With my plain face and my born ability to mix in and disappear against the background, noone notices me walking towards the gates, seen but soon forgotten as there is nothing remarkable about me to remember.

I look around with my trained eyes, looking for remarkable things, my eye caught by a figure talking to the guards. An uncommon sight, a swordswoman carrying a bastard sword. Even from the few hundred pases that I am behind her, I can tell she is a veteran. The relaxed, yet vigilant posture airing authority and experience in battle. Not a cat I’d want to stroke the wrong way. The closer to the gates I get, the slower the crowd moves towards it, the stream of people ever increasing since the opening of the festival is almost at hand.

Without a problem I pass the gates, the guards looking at me, then their eyes move on, gliding across the faces and carts, looking for something out of the ordinary. A strange voice, clothing not quite matching or a strange bulge under someone’s long coat. Yet my presence inconspicuous, my face like the ones beside me, seen and immediatly forgotten as if I never passed them. A map of the city was provided  when I left on my quest and I memorised it during my travels. Burned it on my last night among the trees, the morning after watching the girl pleasure herself in the stream.

At the first crossroad inside the walls, I turn right. The houses quickly shrinking in size as I penetrate the outher burrows of the city, the main street keeping the grandeur of Trader’s houses, winding itself like a river to the heart of the city, the central square. As if I was born in the city, I turn left and right, finding short cuts I had seen on the map, making decisions on where to go automatically. Looking for and finding “The Anvil”, a dark tavern, frequented by the apprentices of the black smiths, the main occupants of this quarter of the city.

Suddenly laughter and outcries fill the narrow street and from behind I hear footsteps echo from the masoned houses. Before I can step to the side, a group of young girls pass me by, some bumping into me, one girl struggling to keep on her feet before she falls down. Against my nature and training I walk up to her and reach out my hand to help her up. As she lifts her head and her eyes meet mine, I freeze. Immobilised by the sparkling beauty in her deep brown, almost black eyes. Only the touch of her hand on mine bringing me back to the present, almost drowning myself in the depths of her cornea.

I grab her hand and pull her on her feet. My eyes still fixed on hers, not able to look away from them. Suddenly she steps in closer, takes my face into her hands and kisses my lips. She presses her full, soft mouth against mine and swiftly slides the tip of her tongue between my lips before she releases me, turns around and runs away. The rest of the group just turning the corner. I am startled, troubled, confused. Years of training, seperating physical need from mental attachment flushed away in an instant. A floodwave of beauty catching me by surprise, gnawing at the roots of my training, carefully planted by the supervisors in the monastery.

I’m fighting the urge to flee, run away and hide in the shadows to recompose myself, a hasty retreat risking discovery or a situation rememberred by someone. Realising that, I take a deep breath and slowly turn towards the door of the tavern, smelling the scent of stale beer and tobacco mixed with cloves. A mixture often found in harbors, the influence of foreign reigns incorporated in daily life. The entrance almost hidden in the shadows as the sun high lights the other side of the street. I shrug my shoulders and grab the handle of the door, not looking left or right as I pull it open.

The stench of coal and sweat, beer and food filling my nose as I step over the threshold, halting for a moment to let my eyes get used to the obscured light in the tavern. A big hearth at the back wall of the place, a bar to the left, long tables stretching over the width of the place and a few tables and chairs in nieches on the right side of the room. Only a few people present, 2 young men sitting at a long table, drinking a beer quietly. In one of the nieches an older man with, what seems to be his daughter, is eating a bowl of soup. The girl hanging against the back of her chair, clearly bored. I turn my head away from her, showing only the back of my head to her, avoiding a look to close for comfort. The bar is manned by an elderly woman, the hardship of her life printed in capitols in her face, the tattoo of the outcast on her forehead.

I walk to the left, finding the elderly woman looking at me uninterested, the hood on my head keeping eyes in the shadows. “A room, a pitcher of water and lamb stew”. Pitching my voice at just the right height, I fid her reaction to my softly spoken words and moving from behind the counter, towards the staicase in the back. I follow her up when she opens a small door to a small room. Immediatly my eyes take in the room, checking the window, access to a small alley at the back of the tavern, a 6 foot drop. No doors to neighbouring rooms, the bed facing the only entrance. I am satisfied. The tavern is off main streets but not too far from the main locations of the city. A ten minute brisk walk to the north will bring me directly to the central square, 5 minutes to the west will take me directly to the prefect’s residence.

The woman leaves the room after I approved it and I put my few belongings under the bed. I walk down the stairs and find a nieche facing the entrance, the chair I pick hidden from views by the shadows of the low beams on the ceiling. I pull the hood down further, leaving just enough room above my eyes to look at the entrance. Knowing I will have to wait a few ours before my contact will arrive, I am getting thirsty and hungry. Before I can look up to the bar, a plate and cup are placed on my table, followed by a thud as the pitcher of water is put down as well.

I look up from the door, finding two black coals, arched by pitch black, finely plucked eye brows, staring at me with a wonderous look. “Your food, my lord” A young girl taking a light bow as she steps back from the table. A mouth as red as cherries, a slight smile around it, long, straight black hair, bound by a wreath of wheat, a scent as sweet as roses. Long, slender fingers strangeld together as she sways her hips from left to right, a tight, short skirt covering her youthful hips and buttocks, her chest covered by a tight, woven corset, her full breasts pushed up and almost falling out of her cleavage. Before I can say anything, she turns around, looking back just before she steps behind the bar, giving me a wink.

Befuddled left at the table, a clash starts to unfold in my mind, the confident sexuality of the young woman arousing me as the trained celibacy is stirred and tested. Hesitantly I eat, trying to come to terms with the new experiences, the dilemma’s I am facing now. The loyalty to the Brotherhood still overwhelmingly strong, yet in a corner of my mind a small spark has been lit, the potential of setting everything ablaze already there…

My eyes keep drifting off towards the bar, where the girl is standing, washing mugs and cleaning up a bit. Unconsciously I keep seeking her eyes and each time I carefully look, they are directed at me and her mouth twists into a smile when she catches me glancing her. In an unguarded moment, my eyes slide down her body, her profile just visible besides the bar, the light of fire in the hearth playing across her face, showing her etched bone structure, her skin tightly pulled over her face, pronouncng her beautiful features, her dark eyes sparkling with delight.

I clean the plate with a piece of bread, I notice her watching me as I suck the last drops of gravy from my fingertips. With swaying hips she starts to move to my table, her skirt seems to have become shorter, showing more of her strong, athletic legs. “I hope your meal was to your liking my lord?” Askingly, with a big smile around her lips she looks at me. The she bends down, showing her full breasts, her cleavage only covering her nipples and the underside of her fullness. As she gathers the plate and spoon, her breasts swing from left to right. Losely covered by her corset, yet nothing supporting their magnificent breasts. My eyes get locked on the sight, my face flushes as I notice the stirring in my loins.

How did this happen? I always devoted myself to the training, not wanting to disappoint the supervisors at the monastery. It had been easy to ignore the femininity of the servants there, yet they were instructed to not give the slightest sign of sexuality or sensuality. Dressed in plain, grey gowns, their faces almost covered with a cloth, they were as attractive as a rock on a slope. Yet the girls in the city were very different. My two encounters, drowning in depthless eyes, young, firm bodies, ready for physical attention, free and frivolous, almost enlightened in their care-free approach of sex.. I heard the stories before I left the monastery, remembered all the warnings the suprvisors gave me, yet the stirring in my loins undeniable, my training slowly fading away.

“Is there anything my lord wishes? Anything?” A seductive smile on her face, a naughty twinkle in her eyes as I raise my head and stare at her, tearing my eyes off her cleavage. My cock swelling, pushing against the underside of the table as pictures of her naked breasts flash before my eyes, driving off the last resistance, the last memory of celibacy. Stuttering I answer. “I’ll retreat to my room for a while, though I wish for a bath”. Needing a bath, yet the words coming from my lips before I can stop myself. “Yes my lord, I will come for you when the bath is ready”. She winks again before she turns and takes the dirty dishes to the kitchen.

I get up from the table, pulling my heavy leather vest down as far as it will go to hide my throbbing cock, causing my pants to bulge. The light dimmed in the main room of the tavern, only the eyes of an owl would distinguish my excitement. I walk up the stairs to my room and look out the window for a while, combining the view with the outlay of the city I memorised from the map. This alley is connected to a wider road, which will lead directly to the harbor, a possible route to escape if anyone should try and find me here.

A knock on the door, as I open the girl is wating for me. “Your bath, my lord. Please, follow me”. She walks across the landing and opens a door, stepping into a room at the front of the tavern. The room filled with steam, a brass bath sitting in the middle, the graceful legs hugging a big, oval shaped bowl. The scent of roses filling my nose, towles on a side table, a little planchet with oils and bath salts hanging on the wall near the tub. I follow the girl, standing at the door, waiting for her to leave the room. She looks at me with asking eyes. “Will you bathe in your clothes, my lord? You will have to undress if you’d like to take your bath now”. Appareantly she notices my confusion in my face, something I normally hide naturally, keeping it plain and expressionless. “You requested a bath, my lord. I am here to wash you”.

I nod and hesitantly start to take of my clothes. Expecting to bathe on my own, I am painfully aware of my hardness and start turning as I slide my pants down my legs, hiding my excitement from her curious eyes. Yet, no possible way to get into the inviting water without her seeing my hard cock, as she stands at the foot of the bath, her arms crossed, her fingertips impatiantly tapping a rythm on her arm. Setting my awareness aside, I turn and step towards the bath. As I raise my leg to step into the water, a muffled shriek comes from her lips as her eyes find my erected manhood. The flicker in her eyes as well as her curling lips show her approvement of my cock.

I slide into the steaming hot water, getting my face and hair wet before leaning back against the wall of the tub. The tub shallow, my legs only just covered with warm water, my cock laying exposed on my stomach, surrounded by bubbles and foam. Her hand sliding along the edge of the bath as she moves towards my face, standing behind me and getting a bottle from the planchet. Soon I feel her fingers starting to massage a sweet scented moisture in my hair, washing it carefully while relaxing the skin on my head. I close my eyes with the pleasuring feeling, drifting off in a day dream. I hear the clink of bottles put down and taken from the planchet, then her hands on my neck and shoulders, kneeding and rubbing the tense muscles, still trying to relax myself. Tention usually culminating in the thick bundles of strength  between my arms and neck, her skilled hands easing the stress out of them