Cecil the Wench Ch. 07

Cecil and the Shaman

Nearly half a year had passed since Cecil took up her post as wench of The Bull and Mare Inn. Although it was not yet a landmark, these days the inn was as full as many nights it was empty, which she considered a feat given its attendance was previously less than that of a graveyard at midnight. As word spread more and more guests came. Though most were commoners from the nearby village and from surrounding farms, it was still pleasant.

Cecil spent more time eyeing guests, looking for potential partners to spend the night with, than she did performing her role as wench. Though, when she did pour ale and serve food or count coins, she was as likely to bugger the job as she was to get it right, and the innkeeper Richard often stepped in to avoid mistakes.

For all his hustle and bustle, Richard was looking better than ever. Cecil sighed, knowing his wife had seen the improvement in his appearance, as she often overheard their evening passions. While she was happy hearing the couple had mended since Richard's wife walked in on Cecil naked with Richard and his son Georg, she knew the sounds were a terror for the poor young man.

And yet it wasn't all bad for Georg either - at Cecil's urging, Georg had become quite the bard. Though Cecil had ample opportunity to whisk Georg away for a night or two, she thought better, allowing the young man to find his own way, and make his own way he did. Georg's skill with the recorder attracted more than one fair maiden, who he happily bedded after wooing with this beautiful song.

One quiet night, with just a few regulars eating their stew and banging back mugs of ale, Cecil's thoughts roamed. She dreamed fondly of Gallavan the would-be knight, the elf sorcerer who never said her name, and Jozi and Nuri, the satyrs who she helped recognize a bit more about themselves. She wondered what they all were up to after their lovely encounters. She even spared a moment to think of Anders the tax collector and his cronies, though she proudly believed Richard could pay his taxes in full with the way the inn was improving.

The door flew open, pulling Cecil from her stupor. A dark and brooding man strode in, drawing the attention of all the guests. He turned and gently closed the door, then faced Cecil, his bold expression returned.

The man was easily a head and a half taller than Cecil. A cloak of animal pelts hung from his shoulders, with a mountain lion head and fangs hanging over his face. A trim, wavy beard clung to his jaw, set below round cheeks.

Cecil looked at his deep dark eyes, they... wait a minute, Cecil thought, is he using ash for an eyeliner? Oh please my dear there are many alternatives to ash, that is awful for your skin and is so irritating if you ever get it in your eyes!

His muscular arms were exposed, sticking out from his robe. Fine tattoos covered them, in patterns of runes and sigils and other unintelligible but certainly meaningful patterns. A broad leather belt held up his floor-length kilt. Satchels and bundles of dried herbs crowded the man's waist.

The other guests scowled, but the man marched to the bar, his stoic face showing a distinct lack of care for the rude stares. Cecil couldn't help but wonder if his cock was as pronounced as his biceps as he rested his hands on the bar.

"Welcome to The Bull and Mare Inn! I'm Cecil, resident wench. Might I ask who I'm addressing, and when I can do you... er, what I can do you for?"

The man leaned close and smiled. "I'm Buddy."

Cecil stifled a laugh. "I'm so sorry, I genuinely am. It's just that..."

"Buddy is a name better suited for a pet than a man," Buddy replied. "It's alright, I'm quite used to reactions such as yours. You apologizing is far more than most will do."

Cecil tapped one of Buddy's fingers with hers, and was shocked to find his skin quite smooth and well moisturized - she wondered what oils he used. "How did you come to have such a name?"

"My parents," Buddy said with a sigh. "They always wanted pets, but never did manage to have any before they died. I, however, was a late-life accident, and they decided to name and treat me as if I were the pet they wanted. May the gods fuck them in the ass without lube every day for treating me as such! Oh, might I please have a bowl of stew and a mug of ale, and later a single room for the night?"

Cecil winked as Buddy set a small pouch of coins on the bar. She took a pewter mug to a tapped cask and let the ale flow, though she spilled nearly as much on the floor as made it into the mug. She slammed the mug onto the bar, sloshing much of the contents; Buddy smiled feebly and took the mug of overly frothy ale, while Cecil declined to even begin to clean the mess she had made. Richard sighed as he ladled out stew for Buddy.

Buddy gulped back two mugs of ale before slowing his pace and beginning to chew a bit of stew. Cecil walked around the bar and sat beside him.

"If your parents were less than ideal, have you perhaps found more fortune in recent days?" Cecil asked.

"My past still haunts me," Buddy said, staring into his stew. "My parents never stopped reminding me that because I was there, they couldn't have a pet. I asked if we could just have a cat or a dog or something, but no, they wanted a cockatrice or a basilisk or something exotic, impossible with a child around."

"Sounds exhausting," Cecil said, rubbing Buddy's shoulder. I really need to find a way to ask him about his moisturizing routine that isn't awkward!

"Tell me about it. After they died, I sold off everything they owned and went to study shamanism. I thought that connecting with animals and nature would heal the past, but a few months in I realized I had fucked up horribly, and shamanism is about the elemental side of nature. I should have studied to be a druid."

"If you ever need help tapping into that animalistic side of your nature, I'd be happy to help," Cecil said lasciviously.

"It's too late for that," Buddy said hollowly.

Cecil rubbed his forearm, marveling at the toned muscles. "I can relate. It's not exactly the same, but my former family kicked me out. I ended up as the wench here, but I'm short instead of tall, my tits are small instead of spilling out of my bodice, and my skin is tanned instead of pale. I'm completely out of my... element."

Buddy chuckled at her jab. "Cecil, you look a treat. I can hardly remember the last woman I saw who made my loins twitch with simply a look. And beyond your looks, you have a good soul. I haven't felt comfortable opening up like this with anyone in ages. Don't discredit yourself because you don't fit the mold - fitting the mold is boring."

"You're too kind," Cecil said with a smile. "As for your abilities, can you tell me about your control of the elements?"

"Oh, of course! I've worked so hard at it, it's a bit vain but I'm always happy to demonstrate. Let me see your forearm."

Cecil laid her arm on the bar. Buddy touched her skin with a single finger. At first, she was curious what was meant to happen, then a sudden frigid cold crept across her skin, making hairs rise on end. No sooner had goosebumps rippled across her neck than the spot became warm, a heat like the summer sun spreading through her skin. In a flash shocks of electricity crackled through her skin, a sharp but invigorating sensation.

"Miraculous!" Cecil exclaimed. This could be quite a bit of fun in a tumble... "Is it only your fingers you control?"

Buddy drained the last of his ale, then chuckled. "Quite the opposite! I can change my body at a whim, and through my body affect the world around me. Some lords want shamans for battle, but I prefer to perform at carnivals. Ah, the night grows long. I should retire now."

"I'm happy to keep you company, here or in your room..." Cecil said, running her hand along Buddy's thigh.

The shaman stood and bowed. "I appreciate your kindness, but I couldn't possibly be so selfish as to take you from your work. Thank you, Cecil. Truly."

Cecil moped the rest of the evening until the last of the guests had left. She threw their dishes in a basin of water then hurried back through the inn.

Cecil loosened the top of her bodice in preparation, ensuring much of her chest was bare. She gently knocked on the door to Buddy's room. When no answer came, she unlocked the handle, then stepped inside.

Buddy was lost in his own world, dancing shirtless in front of the fire. Cecil closed the door then leaned against the wall, watching the shaman's entrancing dance. He finally noticed her and jumped with a shriek.

"I'm... well... I didn't expect anyone to walk in," Buddy said, hands spread over his chest.

Cecil marched forward and pulled Buddy's hands down. "You don't need to apologize, your dance was beautiful. You can continue, if I interrupted something special."

"Oh, nothing to interrupt really! I just find it relaxing to dance before bed. Why are you here, though?"

Cecil grinned. "I thought you might enjoy a bit of... company."

"Always," Buddy said. "I'm surprised after a hard day's work as a wench you wouldn't just want rest though."

"I'm looking for a proper way to loosen my muscles and unwind," Cecil said, her tongue resting against the corner of her mouth as she gazed at the muscular shaman.

"Oh, I wonder if your innkeeper could arrange for you to visit a bathhouse and get a massage?" Buddy mused.

"Buddy," Cecil said, hands on her hips. "I want you to fuck me. Ravage my body. Split my legs apart and turn my guts to mush."

"OH!" Buddy exclaimed, his kilt quivering as blood rushed to his cock.

"Too much?"

"No, no, not at all! Perfect, absolutely clear."

"And...?"

"I would love to," Buddy said. "But first, I always want my lovers to have an enjoyable time, stress free. I worry about hurting both bodies and feelings, so before we consider beginning, know that I am not currently looking for a long term relationship. I'd like to keep it casual. And establish safe words. Mine is pumpernickel. I don't think there's ever a cause for pumpernickel to be said during sex."

Cecil grinned. "Buddy, you have nothing to worry about. I was enchanted by the Witches of Clendol. No matter what you do, my pussy, ass, and throat will be perfectly sized and lubricated. I'm all yours - and I would love to see what you can do with your elemental control."

"Your safe word?"

"Right, how about sourdough."

Buddy smiled gleefully. Without warning, he picked Cecil up and tossed her onto the bed. He towered over her and ripped her bodice, shirt, and dress apart, leaving her naked on the bed. Buddy's eyes widened at the beautiful sight of Cecil's perky tits and smooth pussy, and he hastily stepped out of his kilt.

"You might not be a druid, but you have an animal spirit and I love it," Cecil said, gyrating her hips. "Show me your prowess!"

Buddy pried Cecil's legs wide apart and dove in. His raw aggression drove Cecil crazy, and yet he proved deft as he explored every inch of her vulva with his tongue. He ran the tip along every fold, up and down her outer labia then against her inner labia, flicking up and down over her clit as he sucked the pressure and suction making Cecil moan and squirm. Then, his tongue entered her click and aching pussy.

Hands roamed over Cecil's smooth, tender skin, reaching up for her pert breasts. Fingers squeezed, pressing into her tits, when suddenly only one finger touched her skin. As Buddy traced across her stomach, the finger turned cold, sending delightful chills and shivers through Cecil's body, all while his tongue flicked in and out of her pussy.

Buddy's ice cold finger swirled around Cecil's tits, slowly approaching her nipples. The frigid digit circled ever closer, until it traced around her areolas. The cold made Cecil gasp. Buddy suddenly pressed his finger against the sides of her nipples, wrapping around it in slow, tantalizing circles. Cecil's back arched and she grinded into Buddy's face when a second finger appeared over her other nipple, sending waves of pain and pleasure through her ever more sensitive skin.

When Buddy pulled his hands away, Cecil desperately reached out. Buddy leaned back and grabbed Cecil's legs, flipping her over onto her stomach. He gave her ass a mighty squeeze, then licked from her clit up and over her asshole.

"Did you enjoy the cold?" Buddy asked.

"Yes," Cecil moaned, rocking her hips back and forth, craving more attention.

"Maybe it's time for a change," he replied.

Cecil started to look back, but Buddy pushed her down. "Stay."

Cecil's body tingled at the order and she immediately complied. Suddenly, a hot drop of something fell onto her back. Cecil moaned, the heat painful yet as it cooled, her body desired more.

She peered over her shoulder to see Buddy holding a candle, with his finger against it, melting the wax over her back. Another drop fell, and another, and soon her body quivered from the cascade of hot drops. Buddy slide his cock between her ass cheeks, grinding up and down as Cecil chirped with joy.

A crash came as Buddy threw the candle aside. He grabbed Cecil by the hips and raised her into the air, bringing her pussy up to his face. Cecil dangled with her mouth by Buddy's groin and hungrily took his cock into her mouth. Not only is his skin great, his crotch smells like spring flowers - I have to find out what he is washing with!

Cecil cast aside thoughts of the sweet smell and hungrily licked the shaft and sucked and ran her hands along Buddy's thighs and balls. Meanwhile, he pressed Cecil's clit with the slick underside of his tongue, circling it as he flicked the tip of his tongue into her pussy, driving her manic with the attention yet not quite giving her the fulfillment she needed.

When Cecil craned her neck and took almost the entire length of Buddy's cock into her throat, he roared. The shaman threw Cecil on the bed, onto her back, still deep in her mouth. Positioned with her head hanging off the bed, Cecil adjusted her neck then grabbed Buddy's firm ass and guided him deeper, until his every inch was inside her throat.

Buddy trembled and groaned when Cecil wrapped her tongue around his cock and guided him in and out. He held his hand over her skin, then sent tiny bursts of lightning into Cecil. The shocks made her convulse, increasing the pressure on his cock. The tense anticipation during pauses between each shock, wondering when the next would come and where it would land, drove Cecil crazy. She yanked Buddy in, driving him to pound her throat as he sent electricity all over her body. When a charge struck directly into her clit, Cecil's whole body tensed and an orgasm wracked her body.

Buddy slid out and knelt by Cecil, their arms intertwined as she writhed in pleasure. "Are you alright?" he asked as her orgasm calmed.

"Better than alright," she moaned. "Please, fuck my pussy as hard as you fucked my throat or else I'm going to lose my mind!"

Buddy lifted Cecil and threw her onto the bed on her stomach once again. A loud crack sounded as one end of the bed broke.

"Oh gods!" he exclaimed, hands on his cheeks. "I'm so sorry!"

Cecil spread her legs with her feet by her hips. "Worry about the bed later, fuck me, now!"

Buddy complied, lining up with Cecil's hot, wet, desperately aroused hole. He buried his entire length in a single thrust to Cecil's delight, when the other end of the bed broke, sending the mattress crashing to the ground.

Before Buddy could say a word, Cecil roared. "Break me like the fucking bed!"

Cecil's words drove Buddy into a frenzy. He thrust wildly, hammering like his cock with unbridled speed. And yet, despite his furor, he subtly changed the depth and angle of each thrust, pleasuring Cecil's every inch.

Then, Cecil felt a warmth building inside. It was not of her own arousal, but Buddy's cock. As he magicked himself, Cecil felt a warmth growing inside as if a wildfire raged out of control and overtook them.

"I'm close, don't stop!" Cecil demanded, sweat dripping from her body.

Buddy abruptly pulled back until just the tip was inside, and he went still. Cecil bucked wildly, fighting to get him back in, when his cock suddenly went frigid. The cold on the lips of her pussy only drove Cecil further into madness as she craved the heat back inside. When she threw her hips at Buddy, he grabbed her tight and pinned her to the bed, preventing her from getting release.

Once Cecil's groaning eased, Buddy slid back in and the warmth returned. He pounded her even harder than before until her body began to quiver. Again Buddy withdrew and turned his cock cold, tracing it up and down her labia.

"Please," Cecil begged, squeezing her nipples, desperate for any form of pleasure. "Please, fuck me, Buddy, make me cum!"

Grinning, Buddy thrust deep inside while his cock was still cold. Cecil gasped and clung to his back, digging her nails into his skin. She squealed with delight when Buddy picked her up and rammed his burning hot cock into her over and over, clutching her ass tight. Slick with sweat, both neared orgasm when Buddy lifted Cecil so high his cock was barely inside.

When he rammed her down to the hilt, orgasm rocked them both. They fell onto the bed, a groaning, moaning, writing mess of limbs and pleasure. Buddy's cum flowed out of Cecil's pussy as his cock finally softened, and the two giggled, intertwining their fingers.

Buddy surveyed the room before letting his head fall back to the bed. "I must apologize, we made quite a mess of the room. It's been a little while since I had a time quite like this. I've been out on a solo retreat. Oh, let me get you some water!"

Cecil thankfully drank, then pulled Buddy's head against her chest as they cuddled. "Never apologize for fucking a woman so well."

"You know, I'm not too shabby with a saw and hammer, I could fix the bed."

"Nah, leave it for Richard," Cecil said with a chuckle.

Buddy stared into the fire. "Thank you," he said softly, warm hand resting on Cecil's hip.

"It's me who should be thanking you for an amazing time," Cecil said.

"Oh, I didn't mean that. Not to say the sex wasn't amazing! Witches of Clendol, quite the enchantment... but I mean for listening." Buddy looked into Cecil's eyes. "It's hard knowing who to talk with about your issues, but everyone needs to get stuff out from time to time. I went out alone to try and get some internal healing, but just a short time with you has done about as much good for me as weeks alone. Not quite what I expected, to say the least."

Cecil stroked Buddy's hair. "I know what you mean. Everyone has their insecurities and past issues to deal with, and if we don't address them, they will just fester." Cecil's thoughts turned to the Witches of Clendol. They had given her such a blessing, yet she still hungered for revenge at being cast out.

Buddy squeezed Cecil tight. "Well, it's good neither of us is looking for anything serious, but I will be sure to come this way more often. I pass near enough every couple months, if you don't mind seeing me more. Oh, and I can share with all the shamans I know that this is a friendly place."

Cecil smiled. "You'll always be welcome - on one condition."

"And that is?"

"You have to tell me about your skincare routine. How are a shaman's hands so soft? And the scent of your cock? What do you wash with? I need to know!"

And so the night passed with the two talking of self-care until they finally drifted asleep in each others' arms.