Cecil the Wench Ch. 02

In Cecil's early days at The Bull and Mare, before crowds filled the inn, she often found herself bored. Not the boredom of an idle afternoon, but a boredom that rattled her to the core. Days would sometimes pass between visitors, and the few visitors they did receive were exceedingly dull: farmers going to market, merchants stopping for a quick drink and the like.

Even more rare were guests she had any desire to share a bed with. In fact, in the weeks since her arrival, she had not slept with a single patron. Worse still, Richard the innkeeper's ogrish wife kept both him and his son Georg under constant watch, preventing a repeat of their lovely introduction. Oh, what she would do for an afternoon with either; Richard had been a surprisingly good lover with excellent technique, while Georg made up for his youthful inexperience with passion, a cute face and a rather stout cock.

One spring afternoon, as Cecil sat by a window praying to the gods for more excitement than her fingers could provide, her ears twitched on hearing the clink of heavy armor.

Cecil's nipples perked at the sight of a tall and incredibly handsome man in the doorway. His shiny plate armor had nary a scratch, but the wench was far more interested in the body inside the metal. His skin was a rich coffee tone, youthful and smooth. A profoundly strong jaw, high cheekbones and a wavy plume of thick black hair lent an appearance more of a young noble than that of a battle-hardened warrior as his suit of armor would suggest.

What a treat, perhaps I can convince this young knight to stay awhile, Cecil thought to herself. A young, handsome one like this, I wonder if he'll be as eager as Georg was?

Cecil squished her small but full breasts high into her dress and pulled an errant lock of curly brown hair from her face. She hopped up from the table and waved to the guest. "Welcome, welcome to The Bull and Mare! I'm Cecil. We have decent food, better ale, and just the best beds - trust me, they never squeak no matter how you put them through the paces. Happy to test if you'd like... can I start you with a drink?"

"No drink for me, madam, just a room," said the man, his voice carrying an overabundance of confidence Cecil knew could only belong to someone who had never been tested before.

"Madam? No need to be so formal," Cecil said with a giggle. "Unless you mean to think I'm the madam of a whorehouse, which alas, we are not. Just little me, biding my time, serving as the wench, waiting for a handsome man... what about a meal?"

"Just the room, please."

Such a shame all the good looking ones are in such a rush.

"Of course, we have a few rooms available. Hot day isn't it?" Cecil unbuttoned the top of her shirt, making sure the smooth, supple skin of her breasts was visible. "Might I ask what brings you to the Bull and Mare, sir..." Cecil held the last word as to ask him to share his name.

"I'm not a sir yet," confided the young knight, his deep brown eyes locking with Cecil's green eyes. "I'm on my way to capture that title in fact. By tomorrow evening, I will earn the favor of Princess Petunia and be knighted Sir Gallavan, Cockatrice Slayer!"

"Ah, Princes Petunia has called for a hunt. A Cockatrice, you say? Are you ready to handle such a big, thick, girthy monster?" Cecil asked. I'd rather talk about your cock than a bloody Cockatrice, she thought. Not a scratch on his armor, clearly the impulsive young man would end up a snack for the monster.

"Of course I am! I am to be a Knight. I may have limited training, born into a family of merchants, but I will not follow such an idle path. My training may be... light, but I have the heart and the strength to see this done!"

He is going to get his big, beautiful, dumb body killed, Cecil thought. She dunked a cloth into a bucket of water and wiped her neck, being sure to splash her shirt until her nipples could easily be seen through it. "Oh my, how clumsy of me," Cecil said, presenting her damp breasts. She licked her lips suggestively. "Maybe you could help me out of these damp clothes..."

"I need to rest; I must wake early, that I reach the Cockatrice before any others. Thank you, if I might have the key to my room," Gallavan said, slamming a stack of coins on the bar.

"Alright then," Cecil said. She deftly hooked the hem of her dress into her belt, then turned around. As she bent over to grab the key from a small chest, she knew the would-be knight would have a clear view of her nethers. She wiggled her ass seductively. "These keys are always such a tangle. "

Cecil looked over her shoulder and was smacked with disappointment to find Gallavan staring out the window. She twirled the key around her finger and walked around the bar. Approaching the young man, the smell of lilacs greeted her nose - the sign of a man well bathed. She looked at his fingers, and noticed how soft and smooth they were.

Cecil inched up against Gallavan and pressed her hand against his armor. "Your armor is so striking! I love the feeling of something big, something hard, something stiff pressing against my skin."

Cecil pushed her crotch against the plate over Gallavan's thigh and gyrated her hips.

"Actually, that's quite the misconception!" Gallavan said, jumping back. "Armor is actually quite light and easy to move about in. See?"

The would-be knight twirled on one foot with the grace and elegance of dancer. He then hopped then jumped, pirouetting through the air.

"And now, for my key... what was your name again?"

"Cecil," she sighed, handing over the key. "Call me should you need anything. You can have the room at the back of the inn, it's the largest. Fitting for a knight-to-be."

*****

Cecil told herself it was the right thing to do as she approached Gallavan's room in the early evening. It just wouldn't do to have such a handsome face spoiled by such a nasty beast! Cecil was also quite convinced the young man had never seen Princess Petunia, as if he'd seen the horror that was the not only ugly but also incredibly mean princess, he'd be as likely to slay the woman as he was the Cockatrice.

Standing in front of the door to Gallavan's room, Cecil inspected her attire. She had forsaken her dress for a lacy green bustier and wore silken underwear to match - pilfered on her way out from the coven of the Witches of Clendol. She adjusted her top and pressed it smooth against her toned stomach. She silently cursed the Witches of Clendol, wishing they had boosted her tits from their modest size to something a bit more ample while they were enchanting her orifices to always be wet and sized perfectly for any partner. "Too demanding," they had told her, but to Cecil it was just a small ask, wanting enough breast to comfortably wrap around a cock. As satisfied as she could be, Cecil knocked on the door.

"Yes, who is it?" came Gallavan's voice.

"It's Cecil. I forgot to mention, we have a special offering for knights such as yourself," she said as she let herself into the room. Gallavan stood armorless in a simple linen shirt and pants, his rippling muscles visible through the sheer top. He might not be knight material, but he'll do for a night with me! Cecil thought.

"Eh, madam, I'm not yet a knight," he said hesitantly, clearly eyeing Cecil, from her pert breasts to her exposed stomach and down her bare legs.

"Don't worry, I'll let it pass just this once, a secret between us. Just enjoy the package," she said, holding up a bottle of wine. Her gaze landing between his legs; his body betrayed the humility of his words as his sizeable cock pressed against his pants. As I intend to enjoy that package.

"But what of the glasses, you have only a bottle?" the would-be knight questioned.

"Oh it's no worry, just sit."

Gallavan followed her request, sitting in a rough wooden chair by the bed. Cecil blew out all the candles in the room, leaving the space lit just by a low burning fire in the hearth. In the golden light, she pulled the cork from the bottle of warm mulled wine.

"Lean back, and open your mouth."

Gallavan heeded Cecil's command as she took a swig of wine. She straddled the man, rubbing from his abs to his chest and resting her hand on his neck as she leaned in. She brought her lips to his as he hungrily opened for the drink.

As Cecil released the warm liquid, she pressed her tongue into his mouth, meeting Gallavan's in a kiss. As his body melted into the chair she pulled her head back abruptly. The man reached for more, whether the kiss or the wine but Cecil leaned out of his reach.

"This is your treat, I'll serve," she said and began rocking her hips in his lap. Cecil could feel his muscular thighs tense beneath her as he tried to hide his erection, but she reached behind her back and between his legs, pressing the throbbing cock against her. Looks like I have my own cock to slay, she thought, appreciating the girthy member. Gyrating back and forth, she fed him another sip of wine, again cutting the kiss short.

"Come, you should get more comfortable," said Cecil, standing up and taking Gallavan's hand. She abruptly pushed him to the bed, leaning in with another sip of wine as her free hand explored his chest. A few scant seconds passed before she pulled away. "I mean really comfortable, let's get that shirt off."

Gallavan eagerly pulled off his top. By the time the shirt was free Cecil was ready with another wine-laden kiss. This time she leaned him back into the bed as their tongues explored each other. Pressing into the depths of Gallavan's mouth, Cecil drank in the sweet smell of lilac from his hair. Though muscular, his skin was nearly as soft as hers, the heat from his body as warm as the fire crackling in the hearth.

Cecil pulled away, grinning at his hungry stare. "Do you want to know the real trick to freedom?"

"Yes," he whispered back.

"Restraint."

"Restraint? What do you mean, that is the antithesis. To be free is to be unrestrained."

Cecil smiled coyly. "You read too much. To allow yourself to be restrained is to give yourself over to another, and in giving yourself over, you let all your worries fade away. Then, you are free."

Gallavan's eyes widened. "And how might one experience this restraint?"

"I'll show you, stay there." Cecil stepped into the hall and returned with a set of iron cuffs. "I promise you if you keep these on and let yourself go, you'll feel pleasure unlike any you've experienced before. Do you consent?"

"Yes," he stammered.

"Then lay back on those pillows and put your hands above your head. Oh and should you feel uncomfortable you can tell me and I'll unlock you, no question."

Cecil guided Gallavan to a stack of pillows. Once he was comfortably propped up, he slowly raised his hands. Cecil took a long draw from the wine bottle and set it on a nightstand before crawling on top of the still-tense man. She ran her hands up his arms, enjoying the nervous tension she could feel in them and leaned in for another kiss.

Lips locked, Cecil bound his wrists in the irons, the chain looped over a bed post. She set the key on a nearby table, then leaned back and resumed exploring his body with her hands, running from his fingertips, down his forearms, caressing his biceps and shoulders. She dug her fingers into his chest and traced down his toned abs until her hands rested on his hips. Her body quivered, appreciating his excellent and youthful physique.

Cecil tugged his pants down, revealing his erect cock, rigid and pulsing. Excellent girth, you'll be a joy to ride. I'll get to you soon, she thought, but not just yet. Instead of grasping the prize, she continued her thorough exploration, squeezing his calves and embracing his thighs, letting her hands graze just beside his dock without actually indulging him with a touch. She smiled as Gallavan released an involuntary groan and his toes curled.

"Can't go thirsty," Cecil said, stepping away and bringing another sip of wine. She was cautious to not touch him at all except for the kiss to ply him with more wine. The tortured man tried to follow her with his body as she leaned away.

"Perhaps something for your eyes," she said.

Cecil stepped away, close to the warmth of the fire. With a smirk she slowly loosened the cord to her bustier and inched the garment down, pausing before a full reveal. She faced away from Gallavan and removed the garment, letting him see only her exposed back. Careful to keep her legs tightly squeezed, she slipped from her underwear, nude in the orange glow of the fire. She cast a look over her shoulder and offered a sultry smile. Eyes locked, Cecil turned to face Gallavan, exposing her breasts. She strode back to the bed, pussy glistening with anticipation as she served another mouthful of wine to her bound quarry.

Gallavan struggled against the chains, wanting so badly to take her in his arms; he was used to being in control and the restraints drove a fury unlike any he had felt before. Cecil pushed him back into the bed and rubbed her chest on his, her nipples firm against his skin. She abruptly turned about and positioned his thigh between her legs then leaned forward, offering him a clear view of her holes. She pressed down, grinding her clit against Gallavan's leg. Cecil moaned, her wetness lubricating his thigh as she slid against the powerful muscle. He tensed and flexed, only furthering her pleasure as she glided back and forth until her body quivered with an orgasm.

"Well done, my knight," Cecil said with half-closed eyes. "A reward for you."

Cecil fed Gallavan a mouthful of wine, kissing him deeply. She then grabbed a silk sash from the nearby table. Cecil wrapped the fabric in loose circles around Gallavan's arms, then neck, across his stomach and around his cock. As she pulled the delicate fabric, tingling electrified Gallavan's skin. Cecil teased him in stride with the gliding of her pussy on his leg, the would-be knight squirming and wanting nothing more than to unite his body with hers.

"Please," Gallavan started, unable to state what it was he desired. "I have never felt such a feeling... is it... are you... my mother told me of wenches..."

Cecil laughed. "You needn't worry yourself, my knight. I was enchanted by the Witches of Clendol. My body will embrace you like no other ever will, and I assure you, I am cleaner than a nun."

"My lady..."

Cecil wrapped the sash around Gallavan's eyes. "Relax, let go, and be free."

Cecil slid back on the bed and took the base of his cock in her hand. Gallavan expected to feel the depths of her mouth but instead Cecil continued her tease, kissing as softly and gently as she could along the shaft, gently caressing his balls with her fingertips. She ran up and down the length with brief kisses and flicks of her tongue and grazes from her nails, giving the lightest lick on the tip to taste his precum. Gallavan moaned as if his soul were fleeing his body and his fingers trembled.

"Perhaps a reward is due," Cecil said on seeing his tortured expression. She brought him yet more wine, then positioned his cock between her legs. "Am I your first?"

"N... no..."

Gallavan had to endure yet more as Cecil slid her labia along his shaft, denying entry. With his cock shimmering wet, Cecil began to grind from her clit to her asshole, continually slowing when the tip was by her entrance, only to slide away again.

"Tell me of your first."

"Hnnggg... she was a young girl, in the employ of my family... oh gods above... I... I had an eye for her, and she for me. We were never serious, but the pleasureeeee... I... I beg you... please..." said Gallavan, his whole body quivering from Cecil's relentless teasing.

Cecil positioned her pussy just above his cock, the tip barely grazing her entrance. As Gallavan raised his hips, fighting to enter, she raised her body, keeping her warm embrace just out of his reach. When his hips were off the bed as high as he could raise them, Cecil bore down hard, taking the entirety of him in one thrust and slamming him back into the bed.

Gallavan very nearly came that instant, and only his desire to experience more of the most perfect pussy he had ever felt kept him from finishing so quickly. Cecil rewarded his patience, squeezing, twisting and gyrating so every inch of his cock experienced the warmth of her embrace. Again and again she brought herself down, taking his full length with every thrust.

Their fervor grew as Cecil moaned and shouted in pleasure, Gallavan urging her on with groans of his own. Soon he began to shake, attempting to alert her but he was so embroiled in passion he could not speak. Cecil felt the tension in his groin. She leaned forward and quickened her pace, grinding her clit hard against the entire length of his cock. In moments Gallavan orgasmed, exploding inside Cecil. The rush of hot cum sent her over the edge as she climaxed. Cecil grinded through her orgasm, whiting out and collapsing on Gallavan's chest.

*****

The sound of a dropped bowl and Richard cursing at Georg jerked Cecil and Gallavan awake.

"Fancy another special?" Cecil asked, still laying on top of Gallavan she reached for his groin.

"I overslept!" he squeeked, hastily attempting to jump from the bed but he was yanked promptly back by the iron chains.

Cecil laughed as the disoriented young man blinked, the blindfold still covering one eye.

"Please, hurry!" he begged.

"Hurry what, my dear knight? Hurry with more wine?" Cecil teased.

"Curse the wine, free me from these irons!" Gallavan pleaded.

"Ah, of course, of course. I did promise to release you when you requested. I'm sorry, so much wine makes for a slow morning."

"But the Cockatrice! I will be late!"

"Tut tut, such an eager man," Cecil chided. "I'd sooner take hold of your cock than worry about some silly cockatrice."

Once Gallavan was free, Cecil tarried in the room. She stretched lazily, intentionally exposing herself and distracting the poor young man in every way she could with visual treats. Gallavan eventually pulled himself into his armor, squeezing a near-full erection in as his cock begged for him to stay with Cecil. The poor man looked a mess, with half of the straps too loose and the other too tight as he hastened his preparation. With his armor more or less on, he rushed through the door.

"Your sword?" Cecil lazily called when she knew he was most of the way down the hall.

A few moments later Gallavan appeared back in the room and retrieved his weapon. "Yes, probably helpful when I face the Cockatrice. M'lady."

"Go well, soon-to-be knight, I wish you all the luck of the Bull and Mare Inn. Oh, and if you ever wish to plunge your gods-given weapon somewhere deep, you know where to find me!" Cecil followed.

She knew Gallavan was far too late to reach the cockatrice in time, with other more capable hunters sure to have already claimed the prize. Cecil was smug, knowing that she had saved Gallavan, in his youthful confidence and inexperience, from perishing and wasting his delectable body away. She silently hoped the would-be knight would recover the damage to his pride and might one day return to the inn.

Cecil stretched on the bed and smiled, ignoring calls from Richard, wondering when another such enjoyable guest might arrive.