Meeting Lady Isabelle Grifoen and finding Iris

Gavin wasn’t alone for long before the door opened again, and he was quick to turn towards it to give Lady Grifoen the respect she deserved. But when Gavin saw her, he abruptly forgot about bowing his head or kissing her hand or doing any of the other things you were supposed to do while in the presence of a noble lady. Instead, he simply gawked at the woman that had entered the room as if he was a simpleton. But really, who could blame him?

Lady Isabelle Grifoen came walking into the sitting room wearing nothing more than a short, silk grey robe and a pair of of silver heels. And she hadn’t bothered to to tie the robe, or even close it properly. That in turn led Gavin to stare at a pair of breasts that were easily larger than those of the women he had seen walking up and down the streets. Massive, was probably the right word for them. Yet they didn’t sag, and were perfectly shaped. Neither were there any tan lines on them, but instead every inch of her skin was perfectly bronzed. In fact, it seemed as if Lady Grifoen had been busy tanning before Gavin arrived. At least, that seemed to be the most plausible explanation for the oil covering her massive tits and making her skin shine, while it also made her loose robe cling tightly to certain parts of her body.

Only when Gavin heard his trousers groaning as if they were placed under great stress did he pull his eyes away from the noblewoman’s mountainous, shining boobs to look down at his crotch. As soon as he saw that his trousers hadn’t torn open, but was showing a very obvious bulge, he quickly looked up at Lady Grifoen’s face, desperately hoping that she didn’t see what kind of state her body had put him in. Unfortunately, it was clear from the glimmer in her bright grey eyes that Isabelle knew just what she was doing to him.

‘Gavin Lann, hm? A pleasure to meet you,’ Isabelle purred as she sat down in one of the large, plush chairs of the sitting room. ‘How is Viktor doing, anyway?’ She asked, while Gavin sat down in the chair across from her.

‘I’m afraid he passed away about a year ago, my lady.’ Gavin said, and Isabelle fell silent in response.

While the noblewoman dealt with the news, Gavin couldn’t help but look her over again. At first, he managed to keep looking at her face. Taking in her achingly beautiful face framed by snow white hair containing a few midnight black streaks. But it didn’t take long before his eyes drifted lower once more. They briefly rested on her massive, oiled-up tits again, but Gavin managed to pull his eyes away from them. Instead he took in her slim, almost waspish, waist and flat stomach. He could not get a good look at her hips or rear now that she was sitting down, but he did like the sight of those long, sleek legs of hers.

‘That’s a shame,’ Isabelle finally said with a sigh, causing Gavin to rapidly raise his head again. ‘I thank you for bringing this news to me and I am sorry for your loss. Is there anything I can do in return?’

‘Actually, I wish to serve you as my uncle once had,’ Gavin answered, which made Isabelle raise an eyebrow in interest. ‘I lost most of my funds on the journey over here and I am eager to earn them back, maybe even make a name for myself in the process.’

‘If you need work, go look for my friend Iris. She is quite a skilled adventurer and has mentioned to me on a number of occasions that she would like a travelling companion. Perhaps if you please her, you can serve me just like Viktor once did,’ Isabelle answered as she got to her feet. ‘You can leave your pack and blade here, I’m sure one of the servants can find a good place for them in one of my mansion’s many bedrooms.’ The noblewoman added, while pausing at the door to look over her shoulder at the young man.

‘Y-yes! Thank you, my lady!’ Gavin replied with a bow, but not before glancing at the way the shining bottom halves of Isabelle’s big, ballooning buttocks peeked out from under her robe.

‘You can find Iris in a tavern called “The Cock’s Booze”,’ Isabelle said with a chuckle. ‘If you hurry, you can still speak with her before things get...crowded. You can’t miss her, she is of Jahdi origins and wears clothes that won’t obscure her assets from view.’ She added, before leaving the room.

After the door closed, Gavin raised his head and removed his pack and the satchel of letters from his person. He hesitated to remove his sword and sword belt, however. Wouldn’t this Iris like to make sure he had the skills to wield a weapon first? But Lady Grifoen had asked him to leave his sword, so he did as was asked of him. And a moment later he left the room, wondering what kind of person this “Iris” was.

* * * *

The Cock’s Booze turned out to be a cheap, popular bar in The Kettle, unsurprisingly. The sign above its entrance showed a rooster sitting in an ale mug, but even Gavin knew they probably weren’t talking about a drink made from chickens. As soon as he stepped inside, his suspicions about the place turned out to be correct.

Even though it was still early in the afternoon there were already patrons drinking. There were topless waitresses who only wore mini skirts that seemed to be made of feathers, while several handsome, musclebound bartenders served women drinks. At first Gavin wondered why one bar needed so many men to serve drinks. Then he noticed how the bar itself was basically made out of plywood, and how there were holes cut in it that were just about crotch height. When he saw one of the female patrons dropping to her haunches and sticking her face really close to the hole Gavin realized what was going on, so he decided that it was just about time to find Iris.

Like Lady Grifoen had said, it wasn’t too hard to find Iris. Her hair was black and fell to about her shoulders, like Isabelle she was blessed with an achingly beautiful face consisting of full, pouting lips and dark, almond shaped eyes. Also like Isabelle, she was blessed with a set of truly massive tits. The olive-skinned globes nearly rested on the table she was sitting at, so large were they. Lady Grifoen hadn’t lied about the fact that Iris disliked wearing clothes that hid her assets, because all the Jahdi babe wore was a jacket that came to about her waist. It was a dark, golden yellow and it looked like it had been made from the scales of some giant lizard. When Gavin saw her she was looking some of the men standing behind the bar up and down, but when he approached her she started to ogle him much like he had just ogled her. Gavin almost felt as if he was being sized up by some sort of large predator.

‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before,’ Iris purred in a low, hungry tone of voice as she pushed herself to her feet. ‘But you look like you recognize me. Is there anything you need?’

When Gavin tried to answer her, only a strangled groan passed his lips and another dangerous tearing sound came from his trousers. The reason for this was because he had discovered that the only thing Iris was wearing aside from her jacket, were a pair of heeled, golden sandals with straps that went up to her calves. Leaving her slender waist and flat, discreetly muscled stomach completely exposed to show how Iris had a snake biting its own tail tattooed around her belly button. Or, perhaps more importantly, her plump, wet pussy was left completely bare.

‘Lady Grifoen told me you were interested in a travelling companion!’ Gavin said rapidly as he tried very hard to keep looking Iris in the eye.

‘Did she now?’’ Iris mused as she circled around Gavin, and the young man realized that the bar had gotten so quiet that he could hear Iris’ heeled sandals clacking against the floorboards. ‘What makes you think you have what it takes to travel with me?’ She asked, her eyes never leaving the bulging crotch of Gavin’s trousers.

‘I am a skilled swordsman,’ Gavin replied honestly. ‘If you would let me get my blade back from Lady Grifoen’s mansion I can show you.’

‘I don’t pick my travelling companions based on how well they can fight, handsome.’ Iris said with an impish smile.

‘Then what do I need to do?’ Gavin asked, another soft tearing sound coming from his trousers as he took in the way Iris’ large, firm bubble butt moved as she circled around him.

Before she answered him, Iris’ impish smile grew a little broader...