by John Evans
"You'd never know it to look at him," Octavia told her.
"Octavia," chided Per, who turned back towards the girl. "My mother taught me how to cook. She's much better than I am."
"Do you think she'd like to cook here?" blurted out the girl.
"Hmm, from baroness to kitchen cook." mused Per. "It does hold possibilities for her."
"Per!" admonished Octavia as the girl blushed. "Go eat dinner!"
"Yes, ma'am," said Per with a bow as he headed towards the door.
"What's your name?" asked the girl just before he left. "Please?"
"Per Devon."
"I'm Tymera. Thank you."
"You're welcomed," said Per as he closed the door.
* * * * *
The following week was a flurry of activity at the manor house. The sheriff left with his prisoner and returned not only with the local magistrate, but also with another magistrate who would be holding court over Erik. A teamster and his wagon came to haul the bodies back to town for burial. Obviously, word had gotten around town because all sorts of neighbors and townsfolk began showing up. One or two seemed to have ulterior motives, but Per's tall, hulking form and his devastating smile, which showed his large incisors to their best, kept everyone under control. At the end of the week, Per, his companions, Tymera, the sheriff and both magistrates were sitting around the big dining room table.
"Erik is insane," said his father. "He has confessed to everything. The prisoner corroborated what he knew about this incident. Unfortunately, I can not separate Erik's finances from your aunt's, Tymera. What I propose is that all of Erik's finances be turned over to you except for twenty percent. That amount will be divided among the girls who became pregnant. The house and all its lands have been returned to you."
Tymera sat stunned for a second. "What will I do with all this? I don't know how to manage an estate."
"I'm sure these people can help you," said the sheriff, indicating Per's group.
The adventurers shifted nervously in their chairs. "Unfortunately, we have to move on soon," said Per. "We sought refuge from a storm and got caught up in a murder. We've just about overstayed our welcome."
"But you could stay here!" cried Tymera. "There's plenty of room. I want you to stay."
"Tymera, I can't stay," said Per. "I have a price on my head. Nothing criminal, sheriff, but I got in the way of a powerful person who wants to see me dead. If I stay, then assassins could find me here. They've found me twice before. Not only could I be killed, but others could be hurt. If anyone else wants to stay, they can. It's their decision to make, not mine."
The group looked at one another. Finally, Karlto then turned to Tymera. "I'm sorry, milady, but we promised to go with Per, and I don't think our journey has ended yet."
"No!" shouted Tymera, who burst into tears and ran out of the room.
"Per, I know a good man and his wife," said the sheriff. "They've worked places like this before and would be good overseers. The magistrate and I have agreed to stop by at least once a week until she is able to stand on her own."
"I'll tell her," said Per. "I don't think she will listen, but I'll talk to her."
"Mind if I come along?" asked Gedda. Per motioned for her to follow.
The two of them found Tymera in the master bedroom, laying across the bed and crying softly. Per knocked on the door jamb before walking into the room.
"I didn't give you permission to come in," sniffed Tymera. "Get out!"
Per's nostrils flared, but before he could say a word, Gedda stepped forward and sat on the bed. "Please don't make him mad, Tymera," she said nonchalantly. "I irritated him once and he spanked me."
"He spanked you?" asked Tymera incredulously.
"The first time his hand hit my butt, I thought my eyes had popped four inches out of my head before snapping back in. The second spank confirmed my first impression. His hand is rock hard and I couldn't sit for a week. Please just listen to what he has to say."
Tymera swallowed, and looked at Per in a new light. She sat up on the bed and faced him with her hands resting on her lap.
"Tymera, you have to accept the fact that my friends and I have to leave. It is very tempting to stay, but it would put everyone in imminent danger. The sheriff knows a good husband and wife who could oversee the property for you. You're going to have to learn to manage this place. You're also going to have to make friends with the people around here."
"I wish you could stay," said Tymera. "I will miss you all."
"If you need us, send a message to Adelpha's temple in Tectin," said Per. "We'll come back as fast as possible."
"Thank you, again," said Tymera. "I'll be down as soon as the redness leaves my eyes. Is there anything I can get you before you leave tomorrow?"
"You've done more than enough for us already," answered Per.
Later they all sat around the manor house’s large dinner table.
"I'm sorry to see you go," said the sheriff, sipping his wine. "Most of the unsavory characters that have come to town since hearing of Tymera's good fortune don't stay long once they've seen you. Of course, that one guy with the two broken arms and busted head helps."
"His problem was that he thought Octavia was a serving wench to be cornered and pawed at," said Pawl.
"I'm just glad she didn't kill him," said the sheriff, saluting Octavia with is wine glass. "He's a better example this way."
"They can all take a long walk off a short pier for all I care," said Tymera.
As the chuckles died out, Karlto stood up from the table.
"Well, ladies and gentlemen, I'm for bed. Since this will be my last night in a soft warm bed for awhile, I plan to relish it."
Everyone else rose up and said goodnight. Tymera stopped Per as he was getting ready to leave. "Can we talk for a bit?" she asked.
Per settled his large frame back into his chair as Tymera sat next to him. "I know you have to leave tomorrow, but I'm scared."
"I know," said Per. "I was scared the first time I set out on my own. You have good people around you. Learn from them just like I did from my friends."
"You could stay here with me," Tymera blurted out suddenly. "I could make you love me."
Per licked his suddenly dry lips. "Tymera, I could be happy here, but to risk your life by staying is unacceptable. I like you very much, but my heart belongs to another. Your friendship means a lot to me and you've done so much for us already."
Tymera's eyes filled with tears and she bolted out of the room. Per sighed and walked on up to his room. He sat down on the bed and started to check out his armor and gear. A knock on his door interrupted him.
"Come in," he said.
He was braced for another visit from Tymera so was surprised when Octavia opened the door and walked in. She was wearing a red velvet robe with matching slippers.
"I saw our young miss go crying into her bedroom," she said. "Anything I should be concerned about?"
"She still wants us to stay. She said she could make me love her," answered Per.
"And you told her...?"
"I told her I couldn't put her life in danger. Those unsavory characters that the sheriff mentioned have probably talked about me. Someone is going to connect that the bounty to me and then all bets are off. I also told her my heart belongs to another and I valued her friendship."
"Well, we're leaving tomorrow," said Octavia. "But does it?"
"Does what?" asked Per confused.
"Does your heart belong to another?"
Per smiled. "I will always have an abiding love for my mother."
Octavia's mouth dropped open before she started to laugh. "Good thing we are leaving tomorrow," she said. "If she catches you in that lie, she'll hound you to the ends of the earth.
"I didn't lie," protested Per. "I just didn't tell her who."
Octavia just gave him a look and then stood up. Per stood up quickly to join her, lost his balance and caught himself, but not before he bumped into her. They grabbed ea
ch other for balance and stayed on their feet. They both stood that way for a second, looking into each others eyes. Without thinking, he bent down and kissed her. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she returned his kiss passionately.
As the kiss ended, Octavia backed away from Per, her eyes sultry with desire. "You know, we've had sex twice and I can't remember it at all," she said in a husky voice. "I'm not counting the time I had to get you off because the ghost couldn't get you out of your lust craze. I think it's about time I experienced it for myself. I borrowed something from Gedda just in case."
Octavia undid the sash to her robe and let it fall to the floor. Per's eyes just about popped out of his head. She was wearing the green shift that Gedda had worn when they had broken the ghost's curse. Whereas Gedda's slim frame barely filled the low-cut undergarment, Octavia's lush form filled it out to its limit. Her large breasts were mashed together and strained against the fabric, and her hard nipples were clearly evident through the thin fabric. The shift fit snugly over Octavia's hips and rode up so that it barely concealed her ass.
"What do you think?" she asked, looking at Per with her sultry eyes.
"I think this one isn't going to last as long as your black one did.”
Per stepped forward and they kissed passionately. Their tongues flickered back and forth in each other's mouth. Per's hands caressed down from Octavia's shoulders and over her large tits, causing her to moan as his palms slid over her rock-hard nipples. He could feel that the silky material of the shift was stretched taunt across her firm bosom. One of his hands went around to stroke up and down Octavia's back as his other hand dipped lower.
She moaned again as his hand moved over her pubic mound and down to her pussy. She stiffened as one of Per's large fingers slid over her slit and stopped as the tip of his finger settled on top of her clit. She groaned and ground her hips around in a circle. Per felt her juices begin to flow. Then it was his turn to gasp as Octavia's hand brushed his turgid penis. Her hand rubbed, gripped and stroked his long hard shaft as her abundant breasts pressed against his chest. She brought her other hand into play, stroking and caressing Per's cock in earnest.
"It's larger than I remember," teased Octavia. "Of course, the last time I consciously saw it, I was too busy trying to keep you from going off the deep end to remember much."
"Well, I can't remember it at all," said Per, sliding a finger into her slick cunt and causing her to shiver in pleasure. "I do remember Tectin, although that really wasn't me with you."
"I remember Tectin, too," gasped Octavia breathlessly as she struggled to undo his belt. She snorted in impatience as she finally unbuckled it and yanked his pants down. "I want to see...whoa!"
Per's cock did not just flop out of his pants when they were pulled down. Instead it sprung forward, sticking straight out from his body. His cock was pointed right at Octavia’s face and her eyes were glued to its bobbing head, which was only an inch away from her nose.
"It's magnificent," breathed Octavia. She straightened up, never taking her eyes from his cock. Her fingers began to lightly trace over the ridges and texture of Per's penis.
"Octavia," gasped Per as his balls tightened because of her feathery touch. "You do remember that I have to cum twice?"
"How could I forget? she asked with a wicked smile.
"Then it's time to get you out of that shift," he said, pulling his shirt off over his head and kicking off his pants.
"Oh, no!" laughed Octavia, dancing back away from his hands. "This is my insurance policy. It stays on and, if you rip or tear it, we stop."
"That's not fair," said Per in mock seriousness. "What if it tears after I climax the first time, but before the second?"
"All restrictions are off after you've cum the first time," said Octavia with that wicked little smile again.
"Well, in that case..." Per slid closer to Octavia and gently took her into his arms. She looked up at him in amazement as he kissed her softly, before carefully picking her up and carry her over to the bed. Per lowered her slowly onto the bed before settling down beside her. He kissed her again as one hand glided up her thigh. Octavia gasped as his finger came into contact with her clitoris and began to gently rub it.
"Surprised?" asked Per as his finger continued to play across her pussy.
"You're a man of hidden talents," gasped Octavia. "What else can you do?"
Per arched an eyebrow up at her, before getting up on his hands and knees. The last thing he wanted to do was to accidentally tear her shift. He nibbled on her ear, which caused Octavia to shiver, and then moved down to nuzzle at her neck. She gasped and moaned as Per moved lower and his lips captured and pulled at her hard nipples through the flimsy material. She moaned again as he moved even lower until his head was nestled between her thighs.
By now she was panting in anticipation, and her musky aroma filled Per's nostrils. His tongue licked up slowly from the bottom to the top of her pussy. Octavia's entire body spasmed and her hands gripped at her quaking breasts as if trying to contain herself. Per smiled briefly at her reaction and then settled down to the business of licking her pussy till she came.
She gasped and quivered as Per's tongue delved and probed the inner recesses of her cunt. Her passion flared as he flicked his tongue across her clit. Octavia spread her legs wider and her hands reached down to entwine with his green hair. She moaned loudly as she squeezed her breasts together between her arms.
"Oh, yes!" gasped Octavia. "Faster! Oh, yes! Yes! It's so good. I'm... I'm... I'm cumming!"
Her body tensed and her fingers gripped Per's hair tightly. She gasped aloud for breath each time her body spasmed, and held his mouth tightly against her cunt as it gushed forth her juices, which were quickly lapped up by his waiting tongue. Per continued sucking and licking at her pussy until her orgasm had entirely subsided.
"Oh, Gods, that was good!" panted Octavia as she released his hair. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No," said Per with a smile. "My hair can stand a tug or two."
"How about a tug or two down here?" asked Octavia, grasping his cock with both hands.
"Not too many," commented Per as she stroked up and down his hard shaft. Octavia smiled in response, then pushed him onto his back. She hitched the tight green shift up above her waist and threw a leg over Per's hips. Pointing his cock at the entrance to her hot wet cunt, she sighed in satisfaction as she sank back, driving five inches of the hard shaft into her.
Biting her lower lip, Octavia rocked forward allowing most of the five inches to slid out of her pussy before rocking back again now driving eight inches of his twelve-inch cock into her cunt. Per held onto her hips as she fucked herself up and down on his cock. He could see her hard nipples shifting around in the silky material of the shift with a rustling sound as her oversized breasts swayed back and forth. Per's hands moved up and caught her meaty jugs, squeezing them gently.
Octavia pushed backwards determinately, shoving ten inches of Per's cock into her wet tight pussy. Her vaginal muscles gripped his prick like a glove. Biting her lip and shaking, she kept pushing back onto his cock. Per could feel the pressure on the head of his cock and then something moved inside her. With her eyes screwed shut and her mouth wide open, Octavia pushed back until all of his cock was inside her.
"Augh! By all that's..." she gasped breathlessly as she remained still, adjusting to the massive slab of hard cock stuffed up her cunt. "Oh, Gods! Give me a minute!"
With his cock tightly gripped in Octavia's over-stretched cunt, Per kept completely still. Then he slowly began to stroke his hands down her sides and then back up to caress her breasts. Gradually, he felt Octavia relax and begin to move a little bit up and down on his cock.
At first, Octavia could move no more than half an inch either way. Per could feel the head of his cock pressing hard against the top of her cervix when she sank backwards. Slowly, however, she began to allow more of his cock to slide out of her pussy before stuffing the entire length back inside her.
Her breaths changed timbre from gasps of exertion to gasps of pleasure.
Per reached up and carefully slid his hands under the shoulder straps of Octavia's shift. His hands then traveled down to cup her heavy, firm breasts. Cautiously pushing the fabric aside, he let both of her large tits to spring free. They jutted straight out, held in place by the tight material on either side and underneath. The small skull-like mark was clearly visible on her right breast, and Per was careful to avoid touching it.
She moaned as Per gripped her breasts and pinched the hard nipples between his fingers and thumbs. She closed her eyes and rocked forward so far that his cock was in danger of falling out of her cunt. With a quick thrust backwards, she took the entire length of his hard shaft inside her. Using the rebound of her ass off his hips, Octavia lurched forward until just the tip of his cock was inside her before thrusting back again. Only the gasps of heavy breathing, the slap of flesh on flesh and the musky aroma of sex filled the air. Per's hands firmly held onto her quivering breasts. Octavia's body was covered in sweat as she banged herself down fully again and again on his cock. He felt her juices dribbling down his legs and also felt the sexual tension build in his balls.
The tension built slowly and Per's body began to shake in anticipation of his release. He had already felt Octavia cum once, but she did not stop humping on his cock to savor her orgasm. Her hard nipples dug into the palms of his hands and, suddenly, his balls tightened as if they had been squeezed.
"Arrrrrgh!" bellowed Per as his hands released Octavia's breasts and grasped her hips to pull her down hard on his cock.
Octavia gasped loudly and her eyes looked upward as she felt Per's cock expand. She gasped again as she felt his prick spurt long and hard, dumping a massive load of hot cum inside her vagina. Her eyes widened in surprise and disbelief as his first spurt seemed to continue to hose cum inside her forever. She felt her womb fill up with his seed and she cried out as she orgasmed again when Per's second spurt erupted inside her. She collapsed onto his chest, shaking and quivering, not even feeling his third spurt of gooey, sticky sperm.
