The Shagging Centaur Inn
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Servicing a serviceman.
Julia could still taste the cum in her mouth. Smiling, she kept wiping down the counter, moving the dirty rag in her hand in tight circles across the polished wood. It had been a bit reckless of her, to leave the bar unattended. But what could she do? It's not every day a strapping young soldier, fresh from the front, comes into your bar; and compliments your appearance. She simply had to thank him. After all; he s keeping the homeland free of marauders, and colonizers.
And what could be better thanks for this gorgeous bloke, than a quick and messy blowjob, in the storeroom; while all his soldier friends wait at the table, none the wiser? The look on his face, when she'd taken his hand, and led him behind the bar; had been priceless! But not as priceless as his face, when she closed the storeroom door, and dropped to her knees.
After the shock had worn off, he'd been quite a gentleman. Now gasping politely as she worked her lips up and down his shaft, never once cursing, or pulling her hair. Not that she minded when men did that, but it was nice to meet a guy with manners, every once in a while. Even if he had unloaded close to a gallon of semen into her mouth, when he finally came.
Julia checked the bodice of her Bavarian Dirndl, making sure the copious jizz hadn t dibbled onto her impressive cleavage, or the straining cotton lacing that heaved her bulging tits, such that they perpetually threatened to pour out of the low d colletage. Bavarian women knew a thing or two about the power of tits to charm a virile man. Julia s beautiful body was the unspoken mascot of the Inn. Mention the Shagging Centaur to any traveler of the isle, and they would all harken back to the vision of Julia s wonderful cleavage.
She ran her tongue around her mouth again. A bit bitter, but as come went, not too bad. At least he tasted better than some of the other men she'd blown behind the bar. She hoped he'd come back soon. Some nights her pussy ached for a reaming. Tonight her nipples were craving a man s massage. They pressed hard outward, on the stout fibers of the white blouse
Julia chuckled to herself. Gawd, she was bad. But she did it so well. And after all, didn't people always say that the best thing you can do in life, is to bring joy to everyone you meet? And if there was one thing Julia was good at, it was bringing joy to people. Sometimes several times a night.
The truth was, Julia loved what she did. Watching someone cum, gave her a sense of supreme satisfaction, whether it was on her, in her, or just because of her. She'd never forget the time she finished a man off, just by whispering into his ear. She couldn't believe it when she heard him start to groan, and watched as his cock twitched, shooting out jet after jet of sticky white semen all over his muffling hands, and dripping down his legs.
It made her feel so sexy to know men lusted after her. And while she had to admit, she was occasionally guilty of leading them on; she always made sure to give them at least a little satisfaction. Honestly, if she wasn't the proprietor and sole employee of the Shagging Centaur, she probably would have been sacked years ago, with the number of men she'd dragged upstairs after hours. One of the perks of being the landlady.
Looking up as she wiped down the varnished wood countertop, Julia's eyes scanned across the bar, taking in the few patrons she had, sat around tables, drinking from tankards and talking amongst themselves. It was likely to be a quiet night. She sighed. Ah well, she'd already had her fun. No need to get cock-greedy.
Reminiscing with the Dwarf.Of the people in the bar, Julia knew most of them already. In the enchanted Isle of Galbriath; Hollydour was a small town. And the Shagging Centaur was its only real tavern, which meant as the proprietor and barmaid, very few people slipped past her. Looking out across the bar, she saw a variety of familiar faces, humans, dwarves, and even the occasional half-ling as well.
Off to the side, near the fire, two old men sat in comfortable silence, each nursing a glass of brandy. Towards the door, a group of young hussies, probably no more than eighteen; giggled amongst themselves, happily. All around her, the common folk of the town sat, enjoying the calm atmosphere, after a hard day s work in the fields.
That was the other reason Julia loved working here. After her long life of excitement and adventure, it was nice to live and let live; in a place as peaceful as Hollydour. Sure, the occasional passionate liaison certainly spiced things up a bit, but for the most part, she was content to live at a slower pace. After all, there was more than one way to satisfy people, and most of the time a hot meal, cold drink, and warm fire were all they needed. Julia was happy to provide. Her Inn offered a sandwich or soup for a hungry stomach, A range of beverages for the soul; and she could let a room, to the traveler holding over til the morrow.
Letting out a content sigh, she stepped back from the polished bar, admiring her work. The wood had certainly seen better days, but at least it wasn't sticky anymore. She chuckled to herself.
Looking up, her smile widened, as she saw a familiar face walking through the door, heading towards the bar.
"Afternoon Brungard"
Making his way to the bar, the grizzled old dwarf smiled up at Julia with a lopsided grin. "Afternoon lovely!" Hopping up onto a bar stool, Brungard heaved his burly arms down onto the counter with a grunt. Julia turned to grab a tankard.
"Same as always?"
The dwarf chuckled. "Same as always."
Julia flashed him a smile and reached up to one of the kegs behind the bar. Filling the tankard with care, she turned back and put it down in front of her old friend. "Good day?"
The dwarf grunted. "Same old crap, but yeah, not too bad."
"How's the apprentice?"
Brungard shook his head. "He's keen, I'll give him that, but the lad wouldn't know a pair of tongs from a turnip if I didn't keep reminding him."
Julia laughed, resting a hand on the bar as she lent on her arm. "That bad, huh?"
"Ah, he'll get the hang of it. Just as long as he keeps his mind on his blacksmithing instead of every pretty little thing that walks by. I swear, flash that boy a nice pair of legs and he'll be dead in the head for hours." Shaking his head again, the dwarf took a swig from his tankard, as Julia chuckled.
"Like you're one to talk, Mr. Stouthammer. I was with you back in Fellscar, remember? The way you went through those chaste elven girls, anyone would've thought you'd been celibate your entire life!" The pair shared another chuckle.
"Fair point, fair point. But I wasn't in charge of a forge then. No, I was still in my 'glory days'" The dwarf took another swig. Julia sighed, thinking back to her days travelling the world. There'd been a few more of them, then; besides Brungard and herself. Salia, the dark-skinned mage from distant Surket Sha, Aeron Greenstrider, the stern elven ranger.
And of course, Sir Michael Carthwaite.
Julia smiled to herself. Of course, he hadn't been a knight when they'd traveled together. That was a title he'd been given much later. She wondered where he was now. Still serving the queen of Amara as her royal consort. Lucky bastard, she thought.
She missed Michael. Perhaps she should write him a letter.
"Weren't we all." She sighed out, speaking in mock-wistfulness "Oh, to be young again."
The dwarf bellowed out a laugh that filled the tavern. "Young again? Hah! You never knew me when I was young, little missy! I was already well past a hundred by the time you were born!" Julia laughed along with her old friend.
"Fair point, but we can't all live as long as you. Some of us are only human."
"Huh, yeah. Don't I know it." The old dwarf went back to his cup. "Heard anything from the others?"
"No, not in a while. Salia used to write, but we lost touch two or three years ago. It's a long way to send, after all, and what with the war in the hinterlands." Julia let her sentence trail off. The Gaelic tribes don t trust us and the Anglos only send exorcist missionaries to this isle. We only get news when a fugitive comes, needing sanctuary from the Scots.
Salia had always been a close friend of hers, and as they'd grown older she'd hoped they'd stay in touch better. But, as the years went on, and their lives took them to different continents, things had become a little trickier. Still, she'd never forget all the wild nights they'd shared together, in their mercenary days; drinking till they blacked out. Of course, waking up with all sorts of strangers, not always in the same town they started in. Hell, once or twice they'd even woken up together, and only sometimes with someone else in between!
Julia smiled. She missed her travelling companions. "What about you? Any news?"
The dwarf shook his head. "No, not a word. But then again, when did I?" Brungard chuckled.
"Gotta admit though, I do miss those days. Julia said with longing in her soul. Living on the road, nothing to tie me down, exploring forgotten places just for the hell of it."
The old dwarf smirked. "Killing things for money, then pissing it away on drinks and hookers."
Julia chuckled along with him. "Yeah, those really were the days. But still, we couldn't do it forever, could we?"
"No. Gotta settle down sometime. But hell, nothing wrong with a bit of harmless reminiscing." The dwarf finished his drink, with a long, satisfied 'ah'. Popping a gold coin down on the bar, he got up from his stool and straightened his belt.
"Well, I better be off. Gonna be a busy day tomorrow. Some duke's ordered gold-plated horseshoes for his stallion, and gods know I'm not letting the boy deal with it." Heading for the door, he called over his shoulder. "Thanks for the drink, Jules. And the chat." Julia smiled.
"A pleasure as always. See you tomorrow."
"See ya tomorrow" With that, the dwarf made his way back across the bar, and disappeared through the front door, leaving Julia alone with her thoughts again. She picked up his tankard, and emptied out the last few dregs of ale, before rinsing it in the steaming tub of water and wiping it over with her cloth and putting it back behind the bar. As she ducked down, to straighten the tankard stock, she heard the door open again.
A minstrel s visit.As she came back up, Julia saw a face she didn't recognize. Making his way across the room was a young man, tall and slender, with a neatly pointed beard and dark hair slicked back over a handsome face. His tall riding boots clacked against the floorboards, and as he walked, he looked side to side, taking in the room as a faint self-assured smile played across his lips.
Strapped to his back, Julia could see a lute. She grinned. He was a minstrel.
Reaching the bar, the young man flashed her a charming smile and lent an arm casually on the polished wood.
"Good afternoon madam." His voice dripped with charisma. Julia felt something inside her flutter. "A pint of; well, whatever you recommend." The minstrel smiled again. Julia threw her rag over her shoulder and lent in close.
"Well, that depends on your pallet, good sir. What do you prefer; strong, or sweet?"
The man laughed a warm and pleasant sound. "Why not both? But, if I had to pick, I'd say sweet. Although I'm sure whatever you suggest will satisfy me perfectly."
Julia stood back up straight. "Well, I do aim to satisfy." Picking up a clean tankard, she turned her back to the minstrel, filling it with mead. She couldn't help but grin to herself. It had been a while since someone so charming had come into the Centaur, let alone a fellow musician, and she couldn't help but delight in his appearance.
Turning back, she put the cup down in front of him and held out her hand. "There. That'll be five copper, my dear." The minstrel gave her a nod of appreciation, and from within his gilded green tunic, he withdrew a silver coin, which he flicked down into her hand. "Keep the change, as a symbol of my gratitude."
Julia's mouth split into a wide smile. Looking at the coin in her palm, she passed her other hand over it, dispelling the magic cast on it. As she did, the bright silver color faded to a dull copper, and she held it up for the young man to see.
"I'm terribly sorry, my good sir, but it seems you're a little short."
Raising his eyebrows in surprise, the minstrel let out a nervous chuckle. "Ah, sorry about that. Here." His cheeks blushing red with embarrassment, the young man took out his coin purse and handed Julia another silver piece. "Real, this time, I promise."
With a smile, Julia made a show of slipping the coin into her cleavage, and lent forwards across the bar again. "Thank you, kind sir. Although, I suggest you check the rest of your possessions for such 'enchantments'. We wouldn't want you giving illusionary money to someone else, now would we?"
Again, the minstrel chuckled nervously. "Yes, quite!" Regaining some of his composure, the minstrel took a drink from his cup and smiled.
"Divine, just like the woman who served it."
"You flatter me, sir." Julia said with a warm smile; her eyes locked onto his.
"I should hope so." The minstrel winked.
Julia couldn't help but feel charmed by the young man, who reached out a delicate hand towards her. "Emilio Darius, musician, storyteller, and wanderer down life's great highway; at your service."
Amused, Julia thought; an Italian? Perhaps Romany? How exotic! She offered out her hand for him to take, and as he planted a gentle kiss on her knuckles, she replied "Julia Wildblossom. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Darius."
Looking up, Emilio gave her a wink "I assure you, madam, the pleasure is all mine". Withdrawing her hand, Julia hummed in amusement as the minstrel stood up straight again, taking another drink from his mead. Turning back to the room, Emilio surveyed the other patrons.
"May I ask, Madam, if you have any entertainment planned for the evening patrons?"
Julia shook her head.
"Then, would it be alright if I played a few songs? I'll keep it brief, and I won't ask for anything in return, except potentially your applause. My hat will be upturned at my feet, if your patrons wish to pitch a coin of gratuity." Gesturing to the room, Emilio added: "I'm sure your patrons would appreciate a little light music, to go with their sating drinks."
Chuckling in amusement, Julia nodded again. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. It's been quite a while since we've had any music in the place." Looking up to the ceiling in mock wistfulness, Julia sighed out "I do sometimes think about getting my old harpsichord down, every once in a while; but if I did that, who would watch the bar and attend serving?"
Emilio cocked an eyebrow. "A fellow musician?"
Julia chuckled. "Oh of course. Or at least, I used to be, back in my youth. In fact, I was quite the musical savant."
The young man smirked. "Well, perhaps you could show me a thing or two; later this evening?"
"Oh, I'd love to." Julia flashed him a flirtatious smile, and she placed her arms onto the counter and leaned her chest into her crossed arms. He stood there in a trance, staring at the luscious tits and especially the bit of dark areola that crept out of the white blouse. Satisfied, she winked him out of his trance, before turning back to her bar. The minstrel let out a chuckle and made his way towards the back corner of the room.
As she watched him go, over her shoulder; Julia couldn't help but chuckle to herself. It'd been a while since she'd met someone quite so charming, and charm-able; and as she pulled a pin from her gathered hair, and let the chestnut locks flow down onto her soft bare shoulders. She glanced over at the tall grandfather clock in the corner. There were still a few more hours before closing. She hoped she could wait that long.
As he passed the group of girls by the door, Julia heard them giggling, and turned around just in time to see him greet them a wink. Asking if they re celebration an occasion, one of the girls conveyed it s her 19th birthday.
Oh, well that calls for a celebration in deed! he said before slipping the lute from his back. Taking his place in the corner, he addressed the room, introducing himself in a very similar way to the way he had to Julia.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my very great honor to perform for you tonight." The way he stressed 'ladies' while nodding to the lasses and then the barmaid; almost made Julia burst out with laughter. He really was a walking stereotype. Continuing on, Emilio gestured humble towards his heart.
"I'm not asking for your money, don't worry, your appreciation is all the pay I need. Yet I will not deprive you of an opportunity to show gratitude in the expression of your free choice. As he tuned the strings, the lasses quietly conferred, the several of them dug in their purses. The custom in those lands was to present a gift, if you wished to have a dedicated tune, or a certain song performed. The tall redhead stepped forward, dropping a handful of coins in his hat; A birthday tune, if you will, kind minstrel? For Emmy s 19th Birthday.
Emilio nodded. Soon his strings were tuned, and he announced; My first song is dedicated to Emmy. Today is a very special day. Emmy s friends want us all to wish her a happy birthday. The charming minstrel took Emmy s hand and gracefully pulled her to her feet. His other hand slid her chair over to the corner, near his hat. He rotated the chair to face the patrons and gestured her to take her seat.
He then played a well-known folk tune of birthday wishes, and gestured for everyone to join in the chorus. The tavern came to life with the loud refrain. Emmy blushed and the other lasses were greatly pleased with her embarrassment. The song ended and Emilio took her hand as the crowd applauded. Guiding her to her feet, Emilio bowed, then nodded to the lass to curtsy. The girl then quickly slid her chair back to the table and she hid her blushing face in her hands.
Julia smirked; Sure, along with a few hours upstairs between your legs, Julia thought to herself, as she saw the girls giggling amongst themselves again. She didn't mean to be hard on the man, but he wasn't the first wandering musician she'd met. Hell, she'd been one herself, and she knew exactly what he was after. Drinks, sex, and a chance to show off.
She'd been exactly the same when she'd been travelling the world. She couldn't count the number of times she and her frien