Another night, another inn

The sorceress spent the entire day travelling and occasionally resting; the road was just as broad, well kept and, most importantly, safe. Finally she reached another inn, tomorrow she should be able to get to the village from which the messenger had come. When Aeriella entered the inn all eyes did not immediately focus on her; the reason for that was standing on an impromptu stage, singing and playing. He was a minstrel named Rossignol, a friend of the elf. He was a short and petite man, with a strong voice and an astonishingly broad vocal range. He liked to dress in bright vivid colours and his style was on the edge of imitating a fool. Rossignol was facing the entrance, so he spotted the sorceress immediately. Without missing a note he smoothly switched from his current song to one about “a fair elven maiden, the greatest beauty of the land”. Aeriella suspected that the lyrics were partially improvised, but it was always hard to tell with Rossignol; he was more proficient with words and melodies than the sorceress with spells. The other guests soon realised that the subject of the new song is present among them.

Aeriella smiled broadly at the minstrel and approached the scene; of course a seat was soon found for her and she was served food and drinks. Rossignol finished the song, bowed deeply to the audience and joined the elf by the table; an extra chair was brought for him and he received wine. One could think that the minstrel would run out of compliments after singing a whole song filled with them, but he could always come up with new fresh ones. It never sounded like cheap flattering, Rossignol was always as genuine as the situation required it. Aeriella knew him well enough and could obviously resist his non-magical “spells”, but she enjoyed that game and fell under the minstrel’s charm voluntarily; plus she was aware of his skill in bed and would gladly have him accompany her for the night. Rossignol could not spend the entire evening by the table with the elf though, because he still had to earn his drinks with songs; he joined her during the breaks and they had a pleasant conversation. Aeriella did not tell Rossignol any details about her task, not because she did not trust him, quite the opposite, she was fully aware that he would immediately tell everyone about it. There would probably be no harm in that, but there was no need for him to be informed just yet. The minstrel was a great companion for the road, but on a quest he would most likely be a hindrance. When the evening ended the elf did not even invite the minstrel into her room, he simply followed her there. The way their conversation had progressed this was a natural course of action.

With her high-heeled boots still on Aeriella was almost thirty centimetres taller than Rossignol, so his eyes were at about the level of her breasts, but the height disparity did not discourage him in the least. He was fully confident with ladies of all races, sizes and social statuses; the latter often got him in trouble with their husbands.

In this inn the elf would also spend the night in the innkeeper’s bedroom; she also requested a bath to be prepared. This time Rossignol would be doing all the stripping, washing and drying… and more. Aeriella sat on the bed and the minstrel knelt in front of her, he carefully took off her boots and put them on the side. She then stood up and opened the front of her catsuit, but left it for him to slide it down her body. When he stripped her his palms softly caressed her skin. The stripping alone could tell a lot about Rossignol’s skill, he already managed to turn it into foreplay. Aeriella came up with an idea.

“I know that you like magic,” she said to the minstrel, “have you ever used it in the bedroom.”

“Every time,” Rossignol replied with a smile and continued to caress her naked skin.

Of course he was a smartass; instead of word-wresting the elf swiftly told the minstrel about her new spell and explained how it worked.

“Would you cast it on Yourself, Milady?” he asked when she finished, his tone was sweet, but fit for the occasion, without a single trace of mockery when he pronounced the word ‘Milady’.

Rossignol’s appearance did not exactly match his character, small and seemingly fragile, with boyish features and delicate palms. He might have looked like an ornament, but very much prefered to remain in control, especially in the bedroom. The sorceress was aware of that, but she also knew well enough that submitting to the minstrel in bed would be worth it.

“But first - a bath,” the elf replied and stood up.

Aeriella helped Rossignol to strip as well, although she did not perform it nearly as erotically; she wanted them to get into the tub while the water was still warm. Just because there was the prospect of kinky sex did not mean that the bath was rushed. The minstrel turned the cleaning process of the elf’s body into another part of the foreplay and she did her best to return the favour. Finally came the time for some magical binding. The sorceress got onto the bed and laid on her back, then she cast the spell on herself, making sure to exclude her mouth; the latter was for the love making purposes as well as further explanations, if they turned out to be necessary.

Rossignol approached the elf and gently put a finger on her lips, he then drew a line over her chin, neck and down to her breasts. He playfully poked one of the nipples, then leaned down for a kiss. Thanks to the limitations on the spell Aeriella could return the kiss; it was long and sensual, their tongues mingling inside of their mouths. When their lips parted the minstrel placed a gentle kiss on the sorceress’ chin, then slowly kissed his way over her neck and down to her breasts, following the same trail his finger had earlier. His lips were gently caressing her skin and his fingers were not even touching it yet. Aeriella knew that Rossignol could bring his lovers to a climax with just foreplay, but he was just as proficient at teasing as he was at love making.

Once Rossignol reached Aeriella’s large breasts he focused his entire attention on them. He started by kissing the soft skin around the nipples, at the same time he gently fondled the other breast. Finally his lips reached the nipple itself and sucked onto it lightly; the elf issued a quiet moan. The minstrel continued to play with the nipple for a moment, then switched his attention to the other breast. The kissing, caressing and licking of both breasts went on for a while; Rossignol remained gentle, his touch was barely strong enough to arouse the elf. Her breathing was slowly becoming heavier and quiet moans escaped from her mouth more often. Eventually the minstrel was done with the breasts and decided to proceed to other parts of the elf’s body. He kissed his way down to her belly and over the navel, his fingers caressed the soft skin. If his touch was any gentler he would be ticking the sorceress, but he knew perfectly well how much (or rather how little) **** to apply to make the activity purely erotic.

Rossignol’s lips reached the underbelly and stopped there; Aeriella gasped in disappointment. Her vagina was already getting moist and was eager to receive some attention. The elf also remembered how proficient the minstrel was with the clitoris and the memories only enhanced her disappointment when Rossignol moved down to her feet. When the minstrel put his lips and fingers to work he once again made sure not to tickle Aeriella, because that would spoil the results he had achieved so far. From the big toe of the sorceress’ left foot he kissed, licked and caressed his way upward. His path was seemingly random and his pace - leisurely, but he was getting the expected reaction; the elf’s moans were gradually getting louder and her breathing did not slow down. The minstrel spent a lot of time caressing the firm thigh, when he finished with its top side he spread Aeriella’s legs wide and got between them, there he fondled the inner thigh. He did not proceed any further though, but returned to the feet and began his work on the other leg. The elf once again gasped in disappointment when her wet pussy was neglected. Rossignol repeated the same routine on the other leg, but this time he moved his face closer to the waiting vagina; he blew onto it, even that caused Aeriella to moan. The minstrel smiled to himself and got up from between the elf’s legs; it was time to once again kiss her sweet lips.

The kiss was equally long and sensual, once again their tongues mingled inside of their mouths. Rossignol looked into Aeriella’s eyes and saw the lust building up behind them. He was equally horny himself, but he has not finished the teasing yet. Neither of them spoke a word. The minstrel, with his skilful lips and tongue, returned his attention to the elf’s body. Somehow he managed to be methodical and random at the same time. The sorceress’ breathing got even heavier and her moans louder. For a long time Rossignol avoided her vagina and clitoris, an occasional lick, kiss or poke were all she could expect; her frustrated groans were just as audible, but she managed not to ask the minstrel to actually fuck her. Not that such an act would hurt her pride, she simply considered that a fun game to play. The elf completely lost the sense of time as arousal gradually overtook her senses. She was slowly becoming **** for an orgasm, but the minstrel was careful not to push her over the edge.

Finally Rossignol got merciful and dived between Aeriella’s legs to finish the job, or at least that was what she thought. But the minstrel had other plans. His tongue drew a circle around the sorceress’ clitoris, without actually touching the tender spot, then did the same around her vagina. Rossignol placed a single soft kiss on the wet hungry pussy, but then returned to licking the skin around it. Aeriella cried out in frustration, she was almost ready to beg the minstrel to finally fuck her. She tried to move her body, but the magical bonds held her firmly. She issued another lustful groad, when she realised that she could finally move; the two hours had passed.

Aeriella acted immediately. She wrapped her long legs around Rossignol’s head and overpowered him with ease. She moved him, so that he was lying on his back in the middle of the bed. His huge penis, disproportionately large for his petite body, was fully erect, leaking precum and proudly pointing up. In a swift motion the elf mounted the cock, it slid into her soaking pussy smoothly. Rossignol was startled, but did not protest, he realised that he should have asked how long the spell lasts. He wanted to have sex with the sorceress anyway, although on his terms; now he had to let the big horny woman have her way with him. Aeriella began to ride the fat cock without delay, at that point this was all she could think about. She raised her round hips and slammed them back down; she moaned loudly when her hungry pussy was being stretched. The elf did not need much to climax, less than a minute later she sensed an orgasm incoming. She did not stop riding the cock, but her motions became hectic, she issued a loud long high-pitched cry and her entire body began to tremble. Her vaginal muscles clenched tightly around the penis inside of her; that pushed Rossignol over the edge as well. He grunted audibly and began to shoot his load into the elf’s pussy. The intense orgasm lasted as long as the ride itself, for the sorceress even longer. Eventually she dismounted the minstred and laid next to him, they were both breathing hard. The lovers rested for a while, then cuddled and started to kiss. Such an active break gave them time to regenerate before another round, this time it was on more equal terms. Later that night they fell asleep next to each other on the sweat-soaked sheets.