Just you and Furgus for the night

You survey the crowd in the inn one last time and you decide none of them is quite to your liking. To be honest, you've been fantasizing mostly about what you can do with your new cock sword. That door in the dungeon was quite a lot of fun, now that you have your own personal toy you can have even more fun.

"Alright," you mutter to Furgus, "your wish is granted."

"I knew you couldn't resist me, baby," laughs the sword.

You ask the innskeep for a room and hand him a small stack of coppers. He hands over an iron key and directs you up the stairs where there are two private rooms. One of them is occupied by the robed traveler, the other is now yours for the night. You unlock, step inside, and lock the door behind you.

To be honest, you're quivering a little bit with excitement. You light the room's lantern casting a golden glow over the small straw bed, wash tub, and small writing table and chair.

"So what'll it be, beautiful?" asks furgus as you unfasten the belt and sheath from your waist and lay the sword on the bed. "Why don't you get a mouthful of me. I'll give you a hot meal to put you to sleep."

"Ew!" you laugh.

"Or you want to give me a ride between those beautiful breasts of yours? I could sure go for a ride in that valley!"

"Maybe I'll just wedge you into that crack in the wall and shove you up my bottom," you say, running your fingers over the fleshy length of the sword's handle.

"I wouldn't object to that," Furgus says. "I aim to please."