"You may spend the night"

Dante could almost hear the grinding of the man’s teeth as he thought over what his daughter had said. When he spoke his already deep voice went an octave lower with a warning tone, “Put up your sword stranger and come close.” Then commanded the dogs with, “Dogs, release,” and the large, ferocious dogs immediately stopped threatening Dante and went to the man’s side. The man then introduced himself, “I am Bart, and this is my youngest daughter Jenna.”

Dante approached the two of them and lied, “I am Dante Rothschild, third son of the Count of Dalby which is some days south of here.”

Bart growled, “I have heard of such a place. What is a rich man’s son like you doing out on the road alone.

Dante could almost feels Bart’s suspicion of him growing again so he quickly lied, “My father is a hard man and insist that his sons make their own way in the world. I am out to make my fortune and then and only then will I earn my father’s respect and fortune.” While he was talking he was eyeing the quite lovely Jenna. Her thin body and swelling breasts looked very good indeed. Jenna responded to his open stares with a demure blushing and Dante could feel his cock growing hard at the thought of bedding this blushing virgin.

Bart somehow missed the interchange between Dante and Jenna as he responded, “Well your father is a sensible man then. No boy can become a man if he does not go out in the world and prove it. I see he sent you out without even a horse, I should like to met this man some day.”

Dante turned on his charm as he answered, “Well I shall be very interested to hear how that was played out in your life, good sir.”

Bart stared at him for a moment, feeling the bullshit oozing from Dante but at last he said, “Supper is in a few minutes, Jenna can show you where to put your things and where to wash up a bit.”

Dante thanked him and then followed the beautiful Jenna towards the barn. He stashed his pack in the hay loft and then followed her back to the house. Her swaying hips mesmerized Dante and he could feel his lust for this woman filling his head. He must bed her tonight.

Dinner was a rich venison stew with fresh vegetables, and hearty dark bread. They washed it down with mugs of frothy ale. Bart was proud of his ale and sold it to several local inns and taverns. Dante listened with great interest to every minute detail of Bart’s secret process, and tried not to stare too hard at Jenna. Bart at last came up for air and asked Dante to tell them a story of the road. Dante was more than happy to as he was a great story teller as most accomplished liars are. Over the next half an hour he wove a tale of exciting adventure and famous people.

At the end of it Bart said with a small glint of respect, “Well if even half of that is true you have had an interesting time. Now let me tell you about my stint in the wars of reconciliation.”

"Father, I think we have heard enough for tonight. I am sure that Mr. Rothschild is tired from his long days travel. How about I clear away the dishes and bring out some apple pie for desert.”

Bart’s rugged features soften as he took in the face of his young and lovely daughter, “You are right girl, my apologies Dante if I have carried on with an old man’s stories too long.”

Dante gave them his brightest smile and said, “I enjoyed every word of it Bart,” and then turning to Jenna he said, “Perhaps you will allow me to help with the dishes some and then we can get to that pie?”

Jenna tried to protest but Dante would not take no for an answer he followed the voluptuous girl into the kitchen. As soon as the door closed behind them he set his dishes down on the counter and moved up behind her, his hands closing on her shoulders. He could feel her stiffen at his touch, and then relax back into some. “Perhaps we might find some time to get to know one another better a little later tonight?” Dante ventured.