He hires Elyse

Brindlewood Inn

"I'll take Elyse." Garrick said, sliding a silver stag to the man.

"I'll send her up when you've finished your meal, ser." The barkeep said, filling a bowl with a watery stew and dropping it on the bar, alongside a clay cup of beer and a key to his room.

The young sellsword looked at the bowl, unsure, but the growling of his stomach pushed him to eat it, regardless of the taste. It took him a few minutes to finish his bowl, though the taste became more bearable once he took a sip of the beer. He finished the cup and stood up, taking the key and walking up the stairs. His room was small and dark, but for the small window on the far side. The bed looked to be filled with straw, but Garrick was no stranger to sleeping in less than comfortable places, and any real bed was better than resting his back on a tree. He unclasped his sword belt, leaning it against the chair in the corner of the room.

There was a knock at his door, followed shortly by a quiet voice asking "Ser?"

Garrick turned and opened the door, revealing a surprisingly beautiful woman before him. She was young, no older than nineteen or twenty years, with chestnut hair and a clear face, unmarked by disease or scars. She was smaller than the sellsword by at least a foot, but she looked up at him with a smile. "You must be Elyse."

"Yes, ser, I am. I didn't get your name, m'lord"

He considered correcting her, telling her he was nowhere near a knight, not to mention a lord, but the title sounded good in his ears, and he felt it did no harm to let her believe he was important. "Garrick. Ser Garrick..." He struggled for a moment to fabricate a House, before settling on a name. "Woodbury."

She smiled at him once again, and his eyes could do nothing but stare at full, ruby lips, curled into a sinfully playful smirk. "Well, Ser Garrick, may I come in?"

"I.. yes, of course." He stepped aside, allowing her to walk through the doorway with a sensual sway of her hips. Garrick closed the door behind her and turned the key in the lock, wanting to ensure their tryst was not disturbed.

"Perhaps I could take off your armour, ser? It must be so heavy after a long day of travel." She batted her long eyelashes at him.

Garrick nodded "Yes, yes, you may." He wanted to sound confident, but only succeeded in sounding eager.

Elyse walked around him slowly, her fingers trailing across his mailled chest with languid interest, before coming to a stop behind him as she reached around and unclasped his cloak. "Would you bend down, ser? You are much too tall for me to take off your chainmail easily."

He smiled, lowering himself so that she could remove his armour easily. Elyse's deft fingers unclasped the straps holding his hauberk in place, before pulling it over his shoulders, leaving him in his padded gambeson. Once it was carefully placed aside, she leaned over him, bringing her lips close to his ear and whispering seductively "Would you like to remove my skirt and corset, m'lord?"

Garrick grinned, his calloused hands quickly finding the laces on the back of Elyse's corset and untying them. It was painfully slow to him, though it must have taken only half a minute, but by the time he finished, her skirt fell around her ankles and her corset lay discarded on the floor, leaving the pretty whore in just her shift. His eyes widened at the sight of Elyse in so few clothes. "By the Seven..." He muttered.

"Do you like what you see, m'lord?" Elyse asked with a coy smile.

"I.. I certainly do." He answered quickly.

Elyse stepped closer, taking his hand in hers and placing it on her breast. "Would you like me to take off the rest of your clothes?"

"I would." He said, not daring to take his hand from the woman's chest.

She began to remove what was left of his clothes, starting with his padded gambeson, then onto his cloth shirt. He was stood bare-chested before her, and she placed a gentle hand above his heart, then continued on to Garrick's breeches. Before long, he wore nothing, instead standing naked in front of Elyse, his manhood flaccid but still large, at about five inches. Elyse could not resist touching it, and it sprung to life, growing rapidly as his arousal grew too. She sank to her knees and placed an eager kiss on its growing head, and Garrick jolted with pleasure. She smirked at his reaction, before asking "You liked that, ser?", her voice low and husky.

He nodded eagerly "Yes... Gods above, yes..."

Elyse eagerly took his member between her lips, and his eyes widened further, he watched as she looked up at him with hollowed cheeks. She began to suck, eagerly swallowing mouthfuls of his cock, pushing it deeper and deeper into her throat as he groaned in sheer, unparalleled pleasure. She continued the motion, his manhood engulfed in the wet heat of her mouth. It did not take long for him to reach the edge of climax, and his groans grew louder in warning. Elyse buried Garrick's cock as deeply as she could, and he reached orgasm. It was like ripples of lightning as he spread his seed on her tongue, and he stayed there for what felt like hours before pulling himself away, panting heavily.

A trickle of white dribbled from the corner of her mouth, but it seemed Elyse had swallowed most of his seed, and she looked to have done so eagerly. "I'm glad you enjoyed that, ser. But I hope you're ready for the rest."

With that, she reached behind her shift and pulled a string, causing it to drop to the floor around her ankles, leaving her naked in front of her newfound lover. Garrick grinned. "I certainly am."