Dealing with the Fallout

You clean your blade against a dead enemy's jerkin. Sheathing your sword, you look at the sight around you. The remnants of the village would have been destroyed had you been a few hours late. Luckily, it seems that the bandits had just attacked. They had been in the midst of killing and robbing, not yet gotten into the **** and defiling part.

You recognize the elderly villager you had saved before. He limps up to you and falls to his knees, thanking you for saving his people. Muttering a response, you respond to his gesture. You needed rest. As you get off your horse, he takes your pant legs and insists your men stay at his village for the night. You agree, it would be a time to exchange information and assess the landscape.

He leads you to his dwelling after you notify your lieutenant. The door opens and he yells into the house. Your men enter before you, securing the area. After a rustle and clatter, he hauls a section of the flooring off and two women climb out. Two women you presume to be his wife and daughter fall to their feet beneath you.

Grabbing the younger woman by her wrist, you bring her to her feet. She seems startled and meets your eyes before shyly looking away. Her skin begins to flush as you kiss at her hand. If her father objected to this brazen act, he did not show it. Given that your retinue waited within the village, it was reasonable that he had no outward protests.

Gazing at the girl, you look her up and down. Her head shys downward as she blossoms scarlet red at your analysis. She was a pretty peasant girl, evidently well-fed and accustomed to farm-work. Her body was skinny, firm, and also sizable around her chest area. Through her plain clothes, you could see her breasts push against the clothing. Her face was cute and pure with bangs framing the top lines of her face. She was young, just having come into womanhood and almost certainly a virgin.

You could tell she found you attractive as she produced a shy, slight smile on her face, looking up at you and away almost instantaneously. You were fulfilling her peasant girl fantasies of a dashing, heroic nobleman sweeping her off her feet.

The tension was broken as you heard the elder clear his throat.

My Liege, you and your men must be tired. Please make use of my home as we take inventory of our losses. Dinner will be served to you and yours. We have much to thank for our rescuer.

Quickly, you see him grab his family and bring them outside. The wooden home creaks under the feet of your men, impatiently waiting for your command. You signal them and the group of men join you around a table.