So I've been thinking about writing erotica set in a medieval fantasy setting for a while now. Here's the first part of a story that I hope to flesh out a bit as I go. Unfortunately, the formatting doesn't carry over from Word so it's pretty plain looking but the meat of the thing is there. Enjoy.
Chapter 1 - The Caravanserai
Chapter 1 - The Caravanserai
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The sky had been dark to the west since dawn and as the hours passed, Gan watched from the back of his horse as those threatening clouds drew ever closer. The merchanteer and his family had noticed too and Gan saw the mother securing their coach against the coming weather as the caravan crew did the same for the supply wagon. All Gan could do was flip the hood of his riding cloak over his head and hope they reached the caravanserai before the rain hit.
They had been lucky with the weather since leaving the gates of Yirth six days ago. Gan, having been hired by the merchanteer only a few hours before departing, was sure the chilly early-spring rains would douse them more than once. Fortunately, the road west to Lemn was serviced by several well-maintained caravanserai structures designed to house caravans wagons and livestock included against bad weather. They served the dual purpose as resting places and impromptu trading posts as merchants from across the Empire came together with all mannor of exotic wares.
Gan also knew that where merchanteers and money converged so too did thieves and thugs.
The first fat drops of rain spattered against Gans hood and within moments, the hilly countryside was hidden behind torrents of water. The road, parched from more than a week without rain, was instantly covered with runoff. Gan hunched in to his cloak and prayed to whatever gods would listen that the caravanserai was close.
A full six bells later, the wagons were finally neatly parked beneath the sheltering roof of the caravanserai. The caravan crew was busy tending to the horses while the merchanteers wife cooked a meal. The merchanteer himself Telor was his name had already disappeared through the thongs in search of trade opportunities.
Gan was soaked to the bone. Standing behind the coach, he stripped off his riding cloak and unbuckled his leather breastplate and sword belt and hung them over the back rail of the coach to dry. His undershirt clung to his well-muscled upper body like a second skin and he was glad to peel it off . His leather breeches and his riding boots followed. Naked in the cool evening air, Gan took to drying himself with a dry headscarf hed found in his pack.
Gan was suddenly aware of quiet footsteps approaching from behind. He dropped his hands down to his crotch and covered himself with the cloth. When she rounded the corner of the coach, it was clear that the woman had not expected to find herself nearly face to face with a nude man. Birgit Telors young wife, stood silently for a dozen heartbeats. Gan watched with amusement as her eyes darted over his naked form, eventually arriving at the cloth that barely covered his manhood.
Beg pardon, her voice quivered. Her mouth seemed to search for something more to say.
No pardon needed maam, Gan said smiling. Not a lot of privacy in these caravanserai. I needed out of my waterlogged clothes.
Birgit suddenly seemed to grow aware that she had been staring and turned her head sharply to avert her gaze. Gan stifled his laugh.
I imagine a merchanteers wife must get used to living on the road like this? Gan said. Surely shed gotten used to the absence of privacy.
Ive never been on the road before, Birgit stammered. My husband has left us in Yirth in past years.
Probably for the best. Young children make cross-country travel a lot more complicated. Gan said.
Birgit continued to look away but Gan noticed a distinctive blush to her cheeks. Though they had spent nearly a week on the road together, Gan had not spent any significant time with the merchanteer and his family, preferring instead to dine and lounge with the other caravan crew. As a hired guard he was considered little more than servant despite the fact that he would almost certainly be called on to save their lives at some point during this journey. Such was the life of a sword-for-hire.
Now that he saw her and took her in, Gan realized that Birgit was quite pretty. Perhaps half the age of her husband, she was well curved with large breasts that heaved beneath her modest brown cooking smock. Her face bore the features of the northern sea-faring folk high proud cheekbones, fierce ice-blue eyes, full and soft-looking lips. Her hair, mousy brown and worn long, was pulled back from her face and held with a length of blue ribbon that matched her eyes.
She looks as though she could be a queen of the Nore, he thought.
Well, there isnt a lot of room for modesty when youre on the road, Gan said and, as if by demonstration, he moved his cloth and begun drying the back of his neck. Birgit did not turn to look but Gan could tell that her peripheral vision was filling in some of the details. He smiled. Did you need something from the coach?
No. I was only coming to ask if you would like some hot food. She replied. As she spoke, she allowed her head to turn back toward him, though her eyes stayed glued to the ground.
Id love some if there is extra.
There is and you are welcome to join us. Birgit turned to go, but not before she flicked her eyes up for a split second. After she was gone, Gan allowed himself a quiet chuckle.
Dressed in a pair of cloth breeches and a woolen peasant shirt, Gan sat and ate dinner with Birgit and her two children. Utherin, the boy, was four and his sister Emm was three. The children had been surprisingly well behaved during the journey and continued to abide their mother as the four of them ate quietly. When theyd finished their meals, Birgit allowed the children to run and play around their stall. After cleaning his plate, Gan packed his pipe with what little leaf remained in his pouch and took to watching the children.
After half a bell, Birgit began getting the children ready for bed and Gan was left alone to watch the rain pouring down into the open-air garden at the center of the complex. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift and before long, he was asleep.
Gan awoke to a kick in the groin.
Even as he hissed in pain, he reacted by lashing out and grabbing the leg that had struck him. Heaving, he lifted his attacker, sending him sprawling. Wincing and gasping for breath, Gan got to his feet, his fists bunched and ready. Amid the gloom he saw his attacker nimbly regain his feet. Gan crouched, ready to receive a follow up attack. Instead, the figure laughed a throaty womans laugh.
Well done Gan. Your balls are solid steel. The woman said, stepping forward into a shaft of light.
Cor! You pox-ridden cunt. Gan said, recognizing his colleague. With the threat of danger past, Gan allowed himself to cup his aching manhood. Cory was this womans name. A sellsword, like Gan. Theyd worked together a few times over the years.
Now now, thats no way to talk to an old friend. I just wanted to get your attention. Cory replied through a laugh. And that was quite the throw. I thought you might toss me clear cross the stall.
I thought you were trying to mug me. Gan said through gritted teeth.
Youd have to be pretty dumb and pretty desperate to mug a man of your size even if you were dead asleep. Cory said as she stepped closer. Gan looked up into her face as she smiled and reached down to his crotch. She brushed aside his hand and, through the fabric of his breeches, stroked his cock. Want me to kiss it better?
Gan stared in shock. Cor had always been lewd but never so forward. And then there was Zacchaeus. What about Zac
Hes gone. Cory said before Gan could finish. Killed by a stray bolt at the end of the season last year. He saw the briefest flicker of sadness on her features gone so quick he wondered it hed seen it at all. Serves the idiot right. He never would wear a helm.
Cory continued to stroke him through his pants. The pain was quickly subsiding and his cock was responding to her attention. She noticed him getting hard and smiled her crooked smile.
And besides, she said, it seems he was half the man that you are.
Gan glanced around. It was late. Most of the caravanserai was quiet as the merchanteers and their crews slept. Behind him in Telors stall thre was no movement.
Corys fingers clawed at the ties to Gans breeches. As she freed the knots, she stepped in and pressed her lean body to his. Cory was older than Gan by a half dozen years and had been a caravan guard as long as anyone hed known. At just under six feet tall, she was small next to Gan, but her body was slim and hard, filled with wiry muscle. Her straw yellow hair, worn short to fit uner a helm, felt coarse as he slid his fingers through and pushed her lips to his. She kissed him hard and with an unmasked sense of urgency. Her tongue parted his lips and flicked into his mouth and when he did the same, she sucked it lustily.
Her hands made their way into his breeches and wrapped around his hardness.
Oh my, she breathed as she stroked him with both hands. Let me try some of this big stick of meat.
She dropped down to her knees and took Gans breeches down. His cock was rock hard and stood out at an angle a full foot long. Here eyes widened as much as her grin as she took in the sheer magnitude of his cock. Then she took him into her mouth and sucked him. Gan breathed a sigh and leaned his head back while he felt her try to take more and more of his manhood. Shed stuffed as much of him down her throat as she could before she started gagging and gasping, all the while using her hands to stroke the rest of his length.
She sucked him like that until she noticed his balls start to tighten and felt his breathing quicken. She pulled her mouth off of him.
Oh no you dont. I want that piece of meat inside of me. She said and planted a final kiss on the head of his cock. Growling his lust, Gan lifted Cory up, turned her around, and bent her over a water barrel. The wrap that she wore around her thighs came away with one solid tug.
Fuck me with that big cock, she said looking back over her shoulder. Gan grabbed his dick and rubbed it up and down her slit. She was drenched and dripping. Gan pushed it in and Cory gasped as he filled her up with his cock. She was tight around him, but Gan had never known a woman who didnt feel tight around his cock. He began to rock his hips, thrusting with what length of his cock would fit.
Cory moaned deeply. Never had she imagined a man could be so big. Every thrust pushed her forward against the barrel and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.
Oh gods yes. Fuck me hard. She said. She reached up between her legs and wrapped her fingers around the part of Gans cock that wouldnt fit inside her and let him fuck her hand as well as her pussy. She could feel her own wetness dripping down her thighs and coating Gans shaft.
Gan picked up the pace, grunting louder as he fucked her. He could feel his orgasm building but wanted to get her off first. He reached down and felt her clit standing out. His fingers, coarse from years of sword-work, began to rub.
Cory couldnt stand it. She bit into her forearm as she came. Gan felt her body quake and her pussy spasm on his cock and that was all he needed. A few more deep thrusts and he came hard, his cum spilling into her in a wave of heat that filled her up and overflowed down her thighs. Gan let out a long moan as he spent himself in her.
The two stayed motionless for many minutes. Their breathing eventually slowed and finally, Gans softening cock slipped free. Cory straightened and retrieved her wrap. Gan too found his clothes and they dressed in silence. Finally, they faced each other.
For a moment, Gan felt awkward. Next time, you can start with the suck and skip the kick. Gan said in an attempt to lighten the mood.
Next time? She laughed and before he could say anything else, she turned and waved over her shoulder. Youd be lucky to get a second crack at me. Im betting Ill be sore for a week. She said and then, just like that, she was gone.
For several minutes, Gan gazed after her thoughtfully.
I hope I gave you a break from the loneliness Cor. I think you needed it. Gods know I did.
Straightening his clothes, Gan turned back to his clients stall and went looking for a water jug. As he came around the coach, he caught a flurry of movement. Guessing hed caught a thief trying to pilfer supplies, Gan rushed forward and grabbed the figure by the shirt.
Birgit let a short yelp escape her lips as Gan manhandled her around. He quickly recognized her and let her go.
Gods Im sorry, he said with a look of concern. I mistook you for a thief.
Birgit made no reply and at first Gan thought she might be hurt. But slowly, he realized that it wasnt pain or anger that showed on the womans face. It was shame.
Shed been watching.
The sky had been dark to the west since dawn and as the hours passed, Gan watched from the back of his horse as those threatening clouds drew ever closer. The merchanteer and his family had noticed too and Gan saw the mother securing their coach against the coming weather as the caravan crew did the same for the supply wagon. All Gan could do was flip the hood of his riding cloak over his head and hope they reached the caravanserai before the rain hit.
They had been lucky with the weather since leaving the gates of Yirth six days ago. Gan, having been hired by the merchanteer only a few hours before departing, was sure the chilly early-spring rains would douse them more than once. Fortunately, the road west to Lemn was serviced by several well-maintained caravanserai structures designed to house caravans wagons and livestock included against bad weather. They served the dual purpose as resting places and impromptu trading posts as merchants from across the Empire came together with all mannor of exotic wares.
Gan also knew that where merchanteers and money converged so too did thieves and thugs.
The first fat drops of rain spattered against Gans hood and within moments, the hilly countryside was hidden behind torrents of water. The road, parched from more than a week without rain, was instantly covered with runoff. Gan hunched in to his cloak and prayed to whatever gods would listen that the caravanserai was close.
A full six bells later, the wagons were finally neatly parked beneath the sheltering roof of the caravanserai. The caravan crew was busy tending to the horses while the merchanteers wife cooked a meal. The merchanteer himself Telor was his name had already disappeared through the thongs in search of trade opportunities.
Gan was soaked to the bone. Standing behind the coach, he stripped off his riding cloak and unbuckled his leather breastplate and sword belt and hung them over the back rail of the coach to dry. His undershirt clung to his well-muscled upper body like a second skin and he was glad to peel it off . His leather breeches and his riding boots followed. Naked in the cool evening air, Gan took to drying himself with a dry headscarf hed found in his pack.
Gan was suddenly aware of quiet footsteps approaching from behind. He dropped his hands down to his crotch and covered himself with the cloth. When she rounded the corner of the coach, it was clear that the woman had not expected to find herself nearly face to face with a nude man. Birgit Telors young wife, stood silently for a dozen heartbeats. Gan watched with amusement as her eyes darted over his naked form, eventually arriving at the cloth that barely covered his manhood.
Beg pardon, her voice quivered. Her mouth seemed to search for something more to say.
No pardon needed maam, Gan said smiling. Not a lot of privacy in these caravanserai. I needed out of my waterlogged clothes.
Birgit suddenly seemed to grow aware that she had been staring and turned her head sharply to avert her gaze. Gan stifled his laugh.
I imagine a merchanteers wife must get used to living on the road like this? Gan said. Surely shed gotten used to the absence of privacy.
Ive never been on the road before, Birgit stammered. My husband has left us in Yirth in past years.
Probably for the best. Young children make cross-country travel a lot more complicated. Gan said.
Birgit continued to look away but Gan noticed a distinctive blush to her cheeks. Though they had spent nearly a week on the road together, Gan had not spent any significant time with the merchanteer and his family, preferring instead to dine and lounge with the other caravan crew. As a hired guard he was considered little more than servant despite the fact that he would almost certainly be called on to save their lives at some point during this journey. Such was the life of a sword-for-hire.
Now that he saw her and took her in, Gan realized that Birgit was quite pretty. Perhaps half the age of her husband, she was well curved with large breasts that heaved beneath her modest brown cooking smock. Her face bore the features of the northern sea-faring folk high proud cheekbones, fierce ice-blue eyes, full and soft-looking lips. Her hair, mousy brown and worn long, was pulled back from her face and held with a length of blue ribbon that matched her eyes.
She looks as though she could be a queen of the Nore, he thought.
Well, there isnt a lot of room for modesty when youre on the road, Gan said and, as if by demonstration, he moved his cloth and begun drying the back of his neck. Birgit did not turn to look but Gan could tell that her peripheral vision was filling in some of the details. He smiled. Did you need something from the coach?
No. I was only coming to ask if you would like some hot food. She replied. As she spoke, she allowed her head to turn back toward him, though her eyes stayed glued to the ground.
Id love some if there is extra.
There is and you are welcome to join us. Birgit turned to go, but not before she flicked her eyes up for a split second. After she was gone, Gan allowed himself a quiet chuckle.
Dressed in a pair of cloth breeches and a woolen peasant shirt, Gan sat and ate dinner with Birgit and her two children. Utherin, the boy, was four and his sister Emm was three. The children had been surprisingly well behaved during the journey and continued to abide their mother as the four of them ate quietly. When theyd finished their meals, Birgit allowed the children to run and play around their stall. After cleaning his plate, Gan packed his pipe with what little leaf remained in his pouch and took to watching the children.
After half a bell, Birgit began getting the children ready for bed and Gan was left alone to watch the rain pouring down into the open-air garden at the center of the complex. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift and before long, he was asleep.
Gan awoke to a kick in the groin.
Even as he hissed in pain, he reacted by lashing out and grabbing the leg that had struck him. Heaving, he lifted his attacker, sending him sprawling. Wincing and gasping for breath, Gan got to his feet, his fists bunched and ready. Amid the gloom he saw his attacker nimbly regain his feet. Gan crouched, ready to receive a follow up attack. Instead, the figure laughed a throaty womans laugh.
Well done Gan. Your balls are solid steel. The woman said, stepping forward into a shaft of light.
Cor! You pox-ridden cunt. Gan said, recognizing his colleague. With the threat of danger past, Gan allowed himself to cup his aching manhood. Cory was this womans name. A sellsword, like Gan. Theyd worked together a few times over the years.
Now now, thats no way to talk to an old friend. I just wanted to get your attention. Cory replied through a laugh. And that was quite the throw. I thought you might toss me clear cross the stall.
I thought you were trying to mug me. Gan said through gritted teeth.
Youd have to be pretty dumb and pretty desperate to mug a man of your size even if you were dead asleep. Cory said as she stepped closer. Gan looked up into her face as she smiled and reached down to his crotch. She brushed aside his hand and, through the fabric of his breeches, stroked his cock. Want me to kiss it better?
Gan stared in shock. Cor had always been lewd but never so forward. And then there was Zacchaeus. What about Zac
Hes gone. Cory said before Gan could finish. Killed by a stray bolt at the end of the season last year. He saw the briefest flicker of sadness on her features gone so quick he wondered it hed seen it at all. Serves the idiot right. He never would wear a helm.
Cory continued to stroke him through his pants. The pain was quickly subsiding and his cock was responding to her attention. She noticed him getting hard and smiled her crooked smile.
And besides, she said, it seems he was half the man that you are.
Gan glanced around. It was late. Most of the caravanserai was quiet as the merchanteers and their crews slept. Behind him in Telors stall thre was no movement.
Corys fingers clawed at the ties to Gans breeches. As she freed the knots, she stepped in and pressed her lean body to his. Cory was older than Gan by a half dozen years and had been a caravan guard as long as anyone hed known. At just under six feet tall, she was small next to Gan, but her body was slim and hard, filled with wiry muscle. Her straw yellow hair, worn short to fit uner a helm, felt coarse as he slid his fingers through and pushed her lips to his. She kissed him hard and with an unmasked sense of urgency. Her tongue parted his lips and flicked into his mouth and when he did the same, she sucked it lustily.
Her hands made their way into his breeches and wrapped around his hardness.
Oh my, she breathed as she stroked him with both hands. Let me try some of this big stick of meat.
She dropped down to her knees and took Gans breeches down. His cock was rock hard and stood out at an angle a full foot long. Here eyes widened as much as her grin as she took in the sheer magnitude of his cock. Then she took him into her mouth and sucked him. Gan breathed a sigh and leaned his head back while he felt her try to take more and more of his manhood. Shed stuffed as much of him down her throat as she could before she started gagging and gasping, all the while using her hands to stroke the rest of his length.
She sucked him like that until she noticed his balls start to tighten and felt his breathing quicken. She pulled her mouth off of him.
Oh no you dont. I want that piece of meat inside of me. She said and planted a final kiss on the head of his cock. Growling his lust, Gan lifted Cory up, turned her around, and bent her over a water barrel. The wrap that she wore around her thighs came away with one solid tug.
Fuck me with that big cock, she said looking back over her shoulder. Gan grabbed his dick and rubbed it up and down her slit. She was drenched and dripping. Gan pushed it in and Cory gasped as he filled her up with his cock. She was tight around him, but Gan had never known a woman who didnt feel tight around his cock. He began to rock his hips, thrusting with what length of his cock would fit.
Cory moaned deeply. Never had she imagined a man could be so big. Every thrust pushed her forward against the barrel and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.
Oh gods yes. Fuck me hard. She said. She reached up between her legs and wrapped her fingers around the part of Gans cock that wouldnt fit inside her and let him fuck her hand as well as her pussy. She could feel her own wetness dripping down her thighs and coating Gans shaft.
Gan picked up the pace, grunting louder as he fucked her. He could feel his orgasm building but wanted to get her off first. He reached down and felt her clit standing out. His fingers, coarse from years of sword-work, began to rub.
Cory couldnt stand it. She bit into her forearm as she came. Gan felt her body quake and her pussy spasm on his cock and that was all he needed. A few more deep thrusts and he came hard, his cum spilling into her in a wave of heat that filled her up and overflowed down her thighs. Gan let out a long moan as he spent himself in her.
The two stayed motionless for many minutes. Their breathing eventually slowed and finally, Gans softening cock slipped free. Cory straightened and retrieved her wrap. Gan too found his clothes and they dressed in silence. Finally, they faced each other.
For a moment, Gan felt awkward. Next time, you can start with the suck and skip the kick. Gan said in an attempt to lighten the mood.
Next time? She laughed and before he could say anything else, she turned and waved over her shoulder. Youd be lucky to get a second crack at me. Im betting Ill be sore for a week. She said and then, just like that, she was gone.
For several minutes, Gan gazed after her thoughtfully.
I hope I gave you a break from the loneliness Cor. I think you needed it. Gods know I did.
Straightening his clothes, Gan turned back to his clients stall and went looking for a water jug. As he came around the coach, he caught a flurry of movement. Guessing hed caught a thief trying to pilfer supplies, Gan rushed forward and grabbed the figure by the shirt.
Birgit let a short yelp escape her lips as Gan manhandled her around. He quickly recognized her and let her go.
Gods Im sorry, he said with a look of concern. I mistook you for a thief.
Birgit made no reply and at first Gan thought she might be hurt. But slowly, he realized that it wasnt pain or anger that showed on the womans face. It was shame.
Shed been watching.
evangelin:
Thanks for the request-I'm ready for deux 
