Push Spears!

[AJoeOfSubjectiveQuality]

Gerold was exhausted. He'd been riding since sunrise, with no destination in mind. The war with Avelinard was over, and the King was generous to his mercenaries; a rare treat.  But Gerold's horse was barely plodding along now, and he agreed with it. But he wasn't relishing another night in the field.

As if the gods had heard his prayers, around the next bend in the highway through the woods an inn appeared. The sign showed a Pikeman advancing, and the runes read 'Push Spears!' Huh. The owner must be a veteran, Gerold thought. Still, it was either this or roughing it again. At the stable, Gerold flipped the stableboy a couple of Coppers, grabbed his saddlebags, and headed to the door.

The common room was not what Gerold expected. Instead of a gaggle of unwashed locals, the room was filled with an eclectic blend of races. Humans, Elves, Kitsune, Dwarves ... hell, there were races he'd never even heard of before in here. As he stood blinking in the light and the spectacle, the barmaid called out to him. She was a tall, staturesque Human woman with fiery red hair and a legendary bosom. "What's your pleasure, new blood," she asked.

After a quick glance at the hearth, he answered, "A room, a bath, a joint, and Flip if you can do it. I've got coin."

She smiled. "I can do all of that if you've got coin, and more." Glancing at a young woman standing off to the side, she said, "Meena, show this gentleman to his room and to the baths."

"Yes Mistress," Meena stammered, and beckoned Gerold to follow her through a door in the back. As he got closer, Gerold realized that he'd been mistaken: Meena was not a girl, but a woman. Half-gnomish? Maybe. Meena was petite, but unarguably a woman with hazel eyes, freckles, and light brown hair in a ponytail.

As she led him to his room, she pointed to a door to the left. "You can go in there for your bath, sir. Leave your clothes and goods in your room; they won't be bothered." That was extremely odd, and normally Gerold wouldn't have even considered doing that. But something about Meena made him trust her. So after stowing his gear, he padded naked down the all to the aforementioned door.

Inside was a tub filled with clear, steaming water. In the corner was the washing bucket. As was polite, he started to wash himself before getting into the tub but after a few moments a pair of hands holding a cloth and soap reached around him from behind. "Let me, sir," he heard Meena say. Gerold decided to enjoy the attention, and Meena was thorough. She washed his hair, his back, and his legs. Foregoing the cloth, her small hand washed his ass and even gave his sack a few happy strokes. Turning to let her wash his front, he saw that she was now dressed only in bloomers and a leather apron. Embarassed, she kept her gaze downcast from his eyes but that only brought his cock into view. And it didn't hesitate to show how much he was enjoying her attention.

After rinsing, soaking, and dressing in surprisingly clean and fresh clothing, Gerold returned to the common room and found a seat at a table that was apparently reserved for his use only. A generous portion of roasted beef, new potatoes, and carrots awaited him there, and Gerold dug in like a starving wolf. As he ate, the bartender was mixing the ale, egg, and spices for his drink. When he was finished and his plate cleared, she handed the mug to Meena and said, simply, "Serve him."

Donning a heavy mitt, she took a loggerhead from the hearth and brought it and the drink to his table. She thrust the hot iron into the drink, which quickly boiled and hissed. The symbolism was lost on neither of them: Meena was blushing furiously now. Disposing of the iron, she proffered the mug to him. "Your drink, sir."

Not taking his eyes from her, Gerold took a deep draught, swallowed, and let out a sign of contentment. At that, she looked up at him and met his eyes. "Was it to your liking, sir?"

He smiled at her. "It is delicious, pretty." A spontaneous urge seized him just then, and he dipped his thumb into the foam and painted her lips with it. Meena's eyes widened in surprise, but after a moment she ran her tongue prettily over them. "Oh, my!" were her only words.

Gerold glanced over to the barmaid, expecting a scolding at what he'd done. But to his surprise she was leaning on her arms on the bar, and the laces on her bodice had seemingly vanished in the last few moments. He could see the valley between her full breasts and she was clearly inviting him to gaze deeply.

Stunned, he tore his gaze away and back to the serving girl. But instead of taking the opportunity to retreat, she stood gazing at him with those big, liquid eyes. "Please?"

The bar had gone silent now. Every set of eyes was on him and Meena now. Gerold wasn't one for public displays. Certes, he tumbled a camp follower or two in the squad tents in his time, and stroked himself watching his mates do the same, but this was different somehow. And it both sickened and excited him to know that he was performing for all now.

Dipping his two main fingers into the drink, he brought them to the servant's mouth. Meena blushed, but her bosom began to rapidly rise and fall as her lips parted slightly. Gerold touched his fingers to her mouth, and then pushed them past her lips. Unblinkingly, she began to suck them. The neck strings of her apron abruptly failed and it dropped down to her waist. Through her thin linen blouse, Meena's nipples began to push against the fabric. Gerold felt himself getting hard again, straining against his trousers.

Meena noticed, and inhaled sharply. She blushed furiously, eyes growing wide at her own unexpected desire, but she moved between his legs and gazed up at him pleadingly.

Decorum and modesty be damned. He pushed Meena to her knees. While she pulled at his trousers, he poured some of the Flip into his palm. His cock leapt up, gently smacking into her lips. She gasped, and he took a moment to paint the head and shaft with the sweet liquid. Holding himself with one hand and grasping her ponytail with the other, he guided her mouth to his cock. After a moment, she took him.

For a moment, Gerold thought that she was a virgin, or at least inexperienced. She hesitated, touching him tentatively with her tongue. But then as if possessed by Lastai herself the girl leaned into the blowjob. Her tongue traced the ridges of the head, her lips stroked his shaft as she went down on him. She even used her teeth masterfully, scraping them against the sensitive flesh of his head and drawing a gasp of pure pleasure from him.

After a few minutes, he knew that he was going to go into his mouth if he didn't do something, and Gerold had better places in mind. He reached down, lifted Meena by the hips, and sat her on the table. The heat and frenzy were taking them both now. With surprising strength she tore the shirt off his back, scoring his chest with her nails. He returned the favor, flinging the rags of her blouse to the straw-covered floor as he sucked her tiny nipples to hard points. Her skirts fell to him and her apron to her, and then Meena was lying nude on the table. Her small yet full breasts were holding their own against gravity. Her tiny waist led to curvy hips, and a neat tuft of chestnut curls covered her lovely mound.

Meena parted her legs to his gaze, and the swollen ruby lips of her pussy drove all of the thoughts from his mind. He dove down on her, tongue splitting her lovely valley. And her folds responded to his mouth, swelling and parting to reveal that lovely flower of the women. He paused to enjoy the sweet pungency of her, and then began to work on the bud at the top of her sex. When her clitoris began to peek out he teasingly circled his prey, feinting an attack that drove her mad with expectation. She shivered into him, and he drank eagerly from her font.

But Meena wasn't going to be a passive recipient. She squirmed around, and he desperately grasped for her waist, and the suddenly he was standing upright. Her hair, now unbound, tickled his thighs as her hands found his ass and her mouth his cock. Gerold could hear the patrons beginning to move, grunt, and groan now but he cared naught but for the serving girl's sweet pussy and her warm, wet mouth sucking him now. Neither of them lasted even a minute. She thrust her pussy against his face, grinding against his mouth and flooding him with her nectar as he shot into hers again and again. After a moment of confused acrobatics she'd flung her arms around his neck and hauled herself up for kisses, pressing her lovely tits into his chest, rubbing her nipples against his. To his shock, she fed him back his own cum; but after a moment they were sharing their juices between each other in a lusty frenzy. Gerold's cock didn't even bother to demand a break; he was still rock-hard and ready to go again.

Laying Meena onto the table, he took a moment to look at the bartender. Her clothing had vanished as well, and she was sitting on the bar smiling at him whilst teasing her own sex with the neck of a wine bottle. As he watched, it began to slip in and out of her. Growling in pure lust, Gerold looked down to take the girl in front of him. But she squirmed free, clambering to her hands and knees and presenting her pussy to him. He didn't hesitate, grabbing her hips and thrusting his cock into her.

She felt incredible, and his body wrested its own control from his brain. He began to thrust, harder and faster each passing moment. A Dwarf climbed onto a chair in front of her and thrust his surprisingly thick cock into her mouth. Meena greedily sucked him, and when a half-Orc joined she took him too. Oddly enough, both men grinned and bumped fists as the girl pressed their dicks together and went down on them both. This turned Gerold on like nothing before, and he thrust in a frenzy into her warm, moist pussy. Push Spears, he thought idly. How appropriate.

Again he came, and then unexpectedly again. It was like he was compelled to fuck the hardest he'd ever fucked in his life, and he threw his head back and howled. Meena drove her ass back against him, grasping his cock with her pussy and milking him like he'd never felt before in his life.

Suddenly exhausted, Gerold fell back into his chair. Dazed, he looked around at the formerly placid room and now took in the carnage of lust that he'd inspired.

Edited April 11 by AJoeOfSubjectiveQuality