The Tavern is Finished!

The next week or so passes in halcyon tranquility as your tavern is steadily brought back to serviceable condition. New pine smell has replaced the musty interior and simple but flawless craftsmanship fills every rot-ridden seem. With a real bed in the back and a working fireplace for the cold nights, you now can live comfortably in your own home. That is, if you aren't sneaking back into Bjor's bed every chance you get.

The two of you have had to be a little more covert since Bjor's sons returned from their fishing trip. Which is probably a good thing, the two days you were alone involved you teasing Bjor to fuck you into submission again as soon as you were recovered enough from the last pounding to peel yourself off of his sticky mattress.

Not much work got done.

The rest of the days still involved you teasing Bjor, Jor, and Thorin as you 'help' around the worksite in your skimpiest outfits though.

"Well it's about 5 days over schedule," Bjor says above you as you worship his sweaty, erect shaft in the dark lumbermill. "but we finally finished it." You show your appreciation for his hard work by deepthroating his cock and moaning around the shaft buried in your throat, smiling up at him the whole time. "I've written up a payment plan for you as the total comes to about 300 gold." You **** for a moment around your current task, startled by the exuberant sum. Bjor reaches down and rubs your cheek soothingly before grabbing a fistful of your hair and keeping you from fully pulling off his cock.

"Let Daddy finish talking, okay?" He says in a patronizing tone.

Your mind reels for a moment. You have really enjoyed Bjor taking the initiative more in your lovemaking and you can tell that he knows how much it turns you on, but this is business he's talking about, and 300 gold is a lot.

"It's a standard contract really and I've extended the loan time to 5 years to give you plenty of time to pay it back. The interest is set at the kingdom's minimum rate, and.... you know I want nothing but the best for you, right?" He says lovingly.

'That's right, Bjor has been such an invaluable aid these past two weeks.' You think to yourself, your mouth still busy pleasuring Bjor's erection which has become as hard as steel. Bjor lays a contract out on the table along with a pen and then pulls you up off of his cock, his hot erection standing straight up from his seated position.

"Just sit on Daddy's lap and I'll tell you where to sign." he says commandingly, already lowering the waistband of your tight shorts as you try to comprehend why your name is written under the word collateral.