Pel

"Don't I half," says the stable boy - except the voice from the figure is light and feminine, "He's a bit plump for my tastes but he's a powerful mage so that makes him sexy. She's just gorgeous and loves to be fucked in front of people. It's her tits I like the most."

Flashing Aaralon a grin, the tomboy straightens up and offers a hand, "I'm Pel. It's a pleasure to meet you but do you mind if I just watch the show for a little bit longer. I think they're nearly done."

Aaralon can't but help grin as he shakes her hand, "I'll just wait until the three of you finish then."

Pel's right. It doesn't take much longer for Gerald to cum. The barmaid's breasts squash tightly against the window as her body shudders. With a look around to see if anyone was watching the barmaid then turns and vanishes from sight as she walks back into the hedge mage's room. Pel looks disappointed when the free sex show comes to and end but straightens up to face Aaralon again.

"What's your name then?" asks Pel as she climbs onto one the few bundles of hey left in the otherwise empty stables.

"Aaralon," says Aaralon, "I'm new to these parts."

Pel grins again, brushing her fringe from her dusky green eyes, "I see. You've been **** to sleep in the stables as the noble you're travelling with doesn't fancy paying for a room for you. Don't worry. It happens all the time. The werewolf rarely takes any one from the stables either."

Cocking his head, Aaralon enquires, "Werewolf, huh? Sounds dangerous,"

"Dangerous?" laughs Pel, "Sounds sexy. I wonder if you can see his cock when he's in man-wolf form. Wonder if he fucks as well as feeds while he's like that. Whoever he is."

"You'd fuck a werewolf?" asks Aaralon, finding himself asking yet another question of the young women, with her short boyish hair and her stable boy's clothes.

"I'd fuck most things," Pel replies quickly, "Why else do you think I'd hang around in the stables?" Another grin, "Well - most things except perhaps you. You look kind of strange to me!" The tone in her voice makes it clear she's teasing.

Folding his arms over his chest, Aaralon notes, "There isn't even a werewolf. Is there?" confident that if there was one nearby he would have detected its presence.

"No! Haha!" Pel laughs again, "Listen bud. Thanks for the chat. I'll let you settle down for the night. Er, just don't tell anyone I was here. Right?"