The Innkeeper's Daughter.

Shairi reached out from under the covers to take hold of the hilt of her knife. “Come in,” she said, tense and cautious.

The door opened tentatively and, framed in it by the firelight from the taproom below, Shairi could make out the innkeeper’s daughter.

“Umm, miss…?” she said.

“Yes, what is it?” Shairi said.

She kindled a lamp. “Umm… I was wondering if I could talk to you?”

Shairi frowned. This was unexpected. Still, she was curious. She gestured to the young woman to sit at the end of her bed. Shairi set up, her blankets still up to her neck, and looked at the girl expectantly.

“Well, miss…?”

“Yari. Um, I wanted to talk to you. I’ve never seen a woman like you before. The way you handled those men… I’ve never seen any woman do that. But… my father said you had to be a slut and a whore, because you wore trousers and knew how to fight.”

Shairi smiled slightly, although she swore to herself that the man would pay for the insult. “And do you think I’m a slut, Yari?”

The maid blushed, but didn’t reply. Shairi laughed. “Oh, I see. You do think I’m a slut. And you’re curious.”

The girl’s blush deepened. Shairi grinned, and stretched. The blanket fell away, and the girl gasped – for Shairi always slept nude. Yari was red as a tomato now, but her eyes were fixed on Shairi’s body.

“You know,” Shairi said, “when I first arrived, I wondered if you were a whore.”

“Wha-what? Why?”

“Lots of girls in inns are for sale. Or for rent.”

“M-my father would never allow it. And whoring is an offense in the eyes of the Lady of Light.”

“Show me your breasts.” Shairi said suddenly

“Huh?” Yari looked stunned. The girl seemed half hypnotised by Shairi’s dirty talk and the sight of her nudity.

Shairi smiled. “You’ve seem mine. I want to see yours.” There was a moment’s pause, and then the girl obeyed, unlacing her bodice. Her breasts were larger than Shairi’s, and it wasn’t hard to imagine how the boys would pant over the way they filled out her dress.

“Are you a virgin?” Yari nodded. “I bet your father doesn’t whore you because it’d be a scandal in the village. I bet if someone were to offer enough coin, he’d sell you in a heartbeat. You can touch them if you want,” she added, waving a hand at her chest.

Yari gulped, but immediately reached forward, fondling Shairi’s tits with unskilled enthusiasm. Lesbianism was even more of an anathema to the Lady of Light than whoring, but Shairi knew that Yari would hardly have come there if she wasn’t already that way inclined.

In fact, Yari seemed so drunk on lust that she’d do anything Shairi wanted. And it was that sense of power, as much as the erotic situation, that was making her pussy gush. And more than that, it was the first time she’d had a chance to have sex with someone by her own choice, rather than the will of Meritheir. She could do anything she wanted with Yari, and it was intoxicating.