Local Tavern, Her Ass isn't Warded

Viviana stepped out into the golden hour sunlight. She heard a clatter somewhere to her right and looked over to see the 18-year-old farmhand next door openly ogling her body. She closed her gate behind her smiling. She knew the warmth and wetness was already growing between her legs. Teasing the boy gave her a rush that she knew would only grow stronger as the night went on.

Her house was just off the main street in town and she always chose that route. It guaranteed the maximum number of people would see what she had to flaunt. Her gravity defying breasts swayed as she strutted down the thoroughfare. Men and women alike couldn’t keep their eyes off her. But she had her eyes on the local tavern. It was bustling with farmers and artisans just getting off work. It was perfect for her.

She pushed through the doors and the room went quiet. She made her way to the center of the room and perched on a table. The men seated there were the town blacksmith and his apprentices; three burly men with rough hands and a rougher demeanor. They stared up at the woman who had invaded their conversation.

“Oh, good evening boys,” Viviana smiled down at them, “don’t let me interrupt your conversation.”

Ursus, the blacksmith, glared at her. “We’ve no time for your games, witch.”

“What game?” She put on an air of innocence. “I’m just trying to get a drink after a hard day’s work, just like you.”

This wasn’t the first time he’d seen her display. But it was new for his apprentices who’d just come to town. Oliver and Eli were from even further out in the country who’d been sent by their parents to learn a trade in the “big city.” Ursus knew that she always made it so no one could touch her during one of her displays, but the boys didn’t. Before their master could say anything, Oliver reached out a hand to shove the woman off the table. He landed against her lower back. The other two men watched as two of his fingers bounced off the witch’s ward while the rest of his hand made contact with her coccyx.

Viviana tumbled from the table, startled. No one should be able to touch her. She whipped around to look at the men. Oliver and Eli didn’t understand the gravity of what had just happened, but Ursus did. He stood, his massive frame menacing the witch.

“Well, it seems you’ve taken the game up a notch, haven’t you?”

Viviana put her hands out in front of her as if to conjure a spell. “Back off peasant.”

“Well isn’t this a change of attitude?” He took a step toward her.

“You saw the rest of my wards are still in place.”

At that the rest of the tavern began to pay attention to the spat in the center of the room. The rest of her wards? What could that mean?

“But one of them isn’t. And I mean to teach you a lesson about teasing…”

Viviana looked like she was about to say something before she bolted.