Getting a room

The arrival of the four newcomers in the tavern caused quite a scene. There had been a low hubbub of conversation in the establishment before the warriors and priestesses had arrived, but it was cut to a baffled and astonished silence when they filed in the doorway.

The inn was a low-ceilinged and lamplit affair, with oak panelled walls and a fire burning in the hearth. Various groups of people were hunched around the dozen or so tables in the place, drinking from flagons. Every eye in the room had swivelled to focus on the travellers. Anticipation hid in the thick air.

Galiana and Kyla led the way to the bar. Knowing that in their dishevelled but still amazingly horny state they commanded most attention in the room made them take the lead, and they each had hold of their respective men’s cocks at the bases, leading them through the room as though they were parading stallions in the paddock at horse races. Even if the sight of the two cum-dripping sluts had raised the temperature in the room somewhat, the sight of Dareios and Damon, easily the two most strapping men in the place, although still, as it were, naked, sent a very clear message that the women were not to interfered with. Next to these hulking men the women looked small, but the excitement that they felt from their naked parade across the room, giggling to each other, was counterpointed by the quiet authority of the men.

They reached the bar. A barrel-chested innkeeper with bristling brows and a large beard stopped his polishing of the counter with a damp cloth and looked at them. ‘What’ll it be?’ he said, seemingly unconcerned as to the appearance of the strange clientèle.

‘You don’t look at all surprised to see us!’ Galiana blurted out, astonished that the innkeeper was taking the whole experience in a sensible stride.

‘Oh, I’m not, miss. You’d be priestesses of Girvyn, would that be right?’

Galiana nodded, wide eyed. ‘That’s right!’

‘You see miss I’ve come to recognise the type. Why this used to be quite the place for young priestesses like yourself from the local temple to come and spread the word, before it burned down a short while ago. Don’t you worry miss, this place has seen some sights! We’ve had a number of acolytes in here, many just as proudly painted as yourself, you see.’

‘Nice to know we’re in good company,’ agreed Galiana, ‘do you know why the temple burned down?’

‘Oh, thereby hangs a tale,’ said the innkeeper, ‘not unlike that pretty little white creamy one hanging down from your delectable ass, my dear. But first things first, you’d be wanting a room, yes?’

‘That’s right,’ Galiana said again, enjoying the rambunctious man’s leering gaze and rough, lascivious humour.

‘And a bath, too, I expect?’ said the landlord, this time winking at Kyla, his eyes glittering mischievously beneath his brows.

Kyla laughed, ‘I think that would be wise.’

At this point, the door to the tavern opened again and Faye entered, the stable-hand behind her, his spent cock poking out from the hole in his fly, several of the priestesses’ travelling belongings slung over his back, an exhausted expression on his face.

‘That didn’t take long!’ laughed Galiana as her acolyte joined them at the bar.

‘I’m good at what I do,’ Faye responded, curling her index finger around a newly-acquired string of cum that dripped from her chin and licking it clean.

‘Room 12,’ said the innkeeper, handing Galiana a key. ‘I’ll have my people fill the tub in there with hot water immediately. My daughter will show you up. And if you like, you can come back down later and we’ll discuss this temple of yours.’

Galiana took the key as the innkeeper called for his daughter in the direction of the kitchens.