Things Really Do Go Bump In The Night! (Ustengrav)

[Lornak]

WARNING - Story may contain explicit sexual scenes that may offend some 50th Day of Summer, 512AV Haesmar & Lily sat alone at a grubby table in the Pig's Foot, they were chatting away happily. Since meeting they'd seen each other almost every night. He'd grown to care for her greatly in the few weeks they'd known each other & he felt the care returned & then some from her. When himself & Ustengrav had returned from their guarding job covered in blood & bruises she'd rushed over, fussing over him & checking every inch of him for mortal wounds. He'd been flustered & embarrassed at first, but seeing this caring maternal side of her had made him open up more than he ever thought possible. She'd dragged him into a room he'd rented for the night & made him strip off, he shyly removed his clothes & stood naked in front of her. She didn't flinch at the sight of his naked body, quickly checking him over, strapping up his ankle, cleaning wounds & asking every few moments if he was sure he was okay. It'd taken all his control to stop his member from stiffening while she was close. He'd gone back to the table with a face like a tomato. After that she'd been closer with him, touching him more openly, just casually, a touch of the arm here, a rub of the shoulder there, and just a few nights previously she'd given him a kiss on the cheek as she bid him farewell. He'd learned a lot about her. She hadn't known her real parents, they'd been murdered by bandits when she was very small. She'd been taken in by an aunt in Sunberth who'd contracted an illness & died soon after. Luckily, her aunt had been a whore, a well connected one. Lily was taken in by one of the many brothels of the city & cared for, she'd lost a mother & an aunt but been given a dozen mothers & sisters instead. She had just turned 17 her birthday just passed, and she still had her maidenhood. There had been many discussions whether she should be put to work, but her shyness had changed most of their minds. She wasn't prostitute material. Instead she helped out a lot, cleaning bedding & making sure the busier whores were fed & watered. Haesmar had always thought she was a pretty woman, but recently he'd found himself thinking her truly beautiful. He found himself staring into her deep brown eyes whenever she talked, staring at her while she paid attention to Ustengravs stories, & lusting after her body as she walked away from him. She had a small peach shaped rear & round perky breasts. They were chatting about nothing in particular when she suddenly looked up over Haesmars head, standing up quickly, Brynja! She squeaked excitedly. Haesmar turned his head in confusion muttering to himself. "Brynja?" He turned to see an older woman approaching, smiling broadly at Lily. She had long flowing black hair & had quite a plump body shape. She had a sharp, but not unattractive face. She was garbed in attractive rich clothing, & moved with grace. The woman sat down next to Lily, pinching her cheeks in excitement, the two launched into conversation straight away, leaving Haesmar confused & lost. Luckily for him his amusement was about to be increased, as his friend Ustengrav stumbled back into the tavern after relieving himself outside, and headed towards the table, eyes lighting up as he spotted the new woman at the table.

[Ustengrav]

Standing up against the wall, outside of the Pig Foot's tavern, Ustengrav gave a sigh of relief as he relieved himself from a full bladder. It was a colder night for summer, he could tell because the urine gave off a thin ghostly mist as the warmth met with the cool air. Putting his other limb back in his trousers, the grizzled veteran made his way back into the tavern, listening to the sounds of laughter and merry making. When he past the cracked wooden door that marked the grubby taverns entrance he caught sight of one of the most beautiful and striking women he had seen in a long time. She had long, black, silky hair that formed into braids as it ran down her back. Her face was graceful and sharp and her eyes shone like the stars in the night sky. Another obvious feature was her enormous bust, a sign of a healthy and hearty woman. The kind he just liked. What made it even better however, was that she was sitting next to his young friend and his Lily. Brushing down his beard and making himself look more presentable, Ustengrav approached the trio pulling up an empty chair. "So what do we have here?" his voice was calm and serene as he looked at his fancy. His eyes widened revealing his immediate interest, he felt slightly embarrassed, something that he hadn't felt in an age but he managed to keep it hidden well. His heart was pounding and the passion that he imagined with the gorgeous woman swam in his head. He noticed that she wore rich, elaborate clothing. A long dress coloured in a pale orange dangled freely from thin straps that clinged onto her pale but strikingly smooth shoulders. She had several bangles of silver around her wrist and had a strange but familiar bright blue stone around her neck, this gave a sign that she was sophisticated. To Ustengrav, she seemed perfect, he had to have her! All he needed now was to hear her voice, a voice he was sure would be fit for the heavens. "I am Brynja." she said, her voice was strong but light and had an ethereal and elegant tone. Ustengrav began to melt inside as the words entered his ears, he had just found the woman of his dreams. Plump, Big breasted, striking facial features, long braided hair and a keen fashion sense. He wondered how someone like herself came to live in a lawless city like Sunberth, this was going to be an interesting night and hopefully at the end, if he played his cards right, he'd have one fuck that he'd never forget.

[Lornak]

Haesmar was slightly disappointed at Ustengravs calm approach, he'd expected him to come in falling about, possibly smelling of urine. But he didn't seem too drunk, nothing more than he usually was. He made a short exchange with the woman & sat down, Ustengrav looking like a love struck puppy, and Brynja looking distinctly uninterested. Lily began excitedly explaining to Haesmar that Brynja was one of the prositutes that had taken Lily in, she'd been the one to look after her when she first came, only a young woman herself at the time she'd taken on the task with vigour. Lily thought of her as a mother. Brynja had been forced to leave Sunberth for a short time due to a dispute with one of her rather more violent & psychotic customers, it'd been safer for her just to leave then than try to have anything done about it. So who is this handsome young man my Lily? This is Haesmar, he's my... friend. Haesmars heart skipped a beat, Lily hadn't known what to call him, surely that meant she had feelings for him? He looked over to Ustengrav hoping for confirmation of his suspicions, but his friend was just staring dewy eyed towards Brynja. Mouth gaping slightly. Haesmar could tell by how quiet he was that he was brewing up one of his stories to tell. "I hope this one involves me." He thought to himself. Every time Ustengrav told one of the stories involving Haesmar Lily fussed over him again, worrying & holding his arm as if scared the story would kill him. He loved the attention she gave him. This woman being here seemed to give Lily more confidence than usual, she moved closer to Haesmar at the table & slipped her hand into his, making their fingers intertwine. He felt the heat rising up his cheeks & was glad Ustengravs attention was elsewhere. "So what have you been doing whilst you've been away?" Lily asked excitedly. Haesmar had never enjoyed the chatter amongst woman, he found it boring & tedious, most of them only chatted about clothes & fashion trends. "This is going to be a long night..." He thought to himself. He gave Lilys hand a squeeze & although he had reservations about the night, he couldn't help but smirk.

[Ustengrav]

Ustengrav could see that Brynja didn't posses an interest in him, it didn't matter though. He had several tricks up his sleeve, his fine honeyed words, his rugged, handsome charm and his heroic stories but if she still resisted the urge, he'd try the ancient technique of getting her hammered. He liked it when the women proved hard to get, it made all the more sweeter and juicier when he would eventually bite into the forbidden apple that was sexual intercourse. He couldn't wait. "May I get you a drink my lady?" he said still in his calm serene voice, he was trying to sound as gentle and as courteous as he had ever been, still striving to gain his love interests attention. All she replied was with a graceful nod of the head, she hadn't even broke eye contact with Lily. Ustengrav would have to patient if he was wanting to enter her. Standing up, he approached the bar placing down 5 golden mizas "I want four glasses of your best wine.". The bartender pulled out four dusky glasses that had obviously not been used in a while. He wasn't surprised, how many tough, strong warriors came in and asked for a glass of wine? If they did that they would be ridiculed for ages, wine was seen as a woman's beverage but Ustengrav wanted to seem sophisticated rather than the usual drunk, so he ignored the chuckles and laughs that came from some of the other closer by patrons. Handing one of the four glasses of wine to Haesmar, Lily and Brynja, Ustengrav sat down and began listening to Brynja's story. "Well, I was away in Zeltiva trying to get away from that psychopathic man but unfortunately he had followed me there. So I ended up taking a new name and worked as a waiter in one of the taverns there.". her voice had changed to a lower tone and quietened obviously trying to remain inconspicuous and not attract attention. Who knows, the psycho man who was stalking her could of still had connections here. So some psychopathic maniac was after her, this was what Ustengrav needed, a way in. If he could protect her from harm, then she might just pay him and not with coin. Ustengrav continued to listen contently, being calmed by her heavenly voice. Her eyes twinkled a bright hazelnut colour and she seemed happy with the company she was around. Maybe it was time for one of his heroic stories, it had worked on Lily, hopefully it would work on Brynja aswell.

[Lornak]

Ustengravs story didn't include Haesmar, it was one from a long time back in his carven guarding days. Haesmar blanked out then, he assumed it was one of his fighting stories. He was always carving out epic tales of battles & fair maidens, all of which he won. Lily listened as usual with great interest, she loved stories. Ones about bandits were especially close to home, but since Ustengrav always killed them she didn't mind. Haesmar had learned to take Ustengravs stories with a pinch of salt, he seemed to embellish quite often. The man could turn a stroll outside for a piss into a journey with the gods. Haesmar had heard the story before so let his attention wander. He had a glass of wine in front of him. He'd never tried any alcoholic drink before, but perhaps now was the time? He picked it up casually as if he drank all the time, not wanting to look like a naive fool to anyone watching, & took a large sip. It tasted strange, a mixture of fruits, it burned his throat slightly. He held back the temptation to cough & took another gulp. It went down easier this time. He looked around the tavern, it was full of the usual rabble of drunks & undesirables. Luckily no one seemed to bother himself & Ustengrav. They'd seen them fighting on Haesmars first night in the city & probably thought he wasn't worth the bother. At the end of the story Lily & Brynja excused themselves to go freshen up. Haesmars heart skipped another beat as she casually dragged her hand across his shoulder & gave him the smile that she seemed to reserve for him. He could see them gossiping as they walked, no doubt Lily was trying to persuade her friend to give Ustengrav a chance. She looked up to him, she found him kind & seemed to over look his flaws. Haesmar looked at Ustengrav again. "You could fill a flagon with the amount of saliva that drips out your mouth while you stare at that woman's rear. I've never seen you like this around a woman. You're like a love struck puppy." He was just teasing, he knew that it would take a lot more than small jibes to stop Ustengrav going after a woman he wanted. "How about I get you another drink?" He stood up without waiting for an answer & went over to the bar. "Another 4 of your finest wine," he threw 5 golden coins on the table & waited for the barkeep to pour them.

[Ustengrav]

Ustengrav started with his story, it was about when he was occupying a caravan that had been making its way from Riverfall to Syliras. Taking a deep breath he began. "The caravan had been making its way from Riverfall to Syliras, it was a gorgeous day.. the birds were chirping in the trees, the calm breeze cooled the skin and the flowers blossomed with beauty." he gave a slight smile at Brynja and took a small sip of wine, his teeth glinted against the candle light that was nestled in the middle of the table. "It was such a fine day so I decided to have nap on one of the wagons that continued down the quiet road, getting another guard to cover for me." he continued on, his voice peaceful and unruffled. He had surprised himself with his tone of voice, it had always be deep and distinct but now it was different albeit it still had hints of his carefree attitude. "When I eventually had fallen asleep, I dreamed that I was walking through a serene and calm glade, with nothing on my skin but nature itself. The leaves of the trees and the grass were a healthy bright green and the little dirt path intertwined through the great trunks. The glade was filled with magnificent birds and animals of every size and shape whose sounds and calls had put the worlds best musicians to shame. Then finally I came upon a sight that I would never forget, A shallow stream that stopped into a beautiful pool, the water was as clear as glass and had tasted like the finest wine. But at the end of the pool, I noticed a woman.." Ustengrav looked into Brynja's eyes, they sparkled beyond any riches he had set eyes upon. "This woman had beauty that made the gods envious, she had long, black braided hair. Her eyes shone brighter and more gorgeous than the sun and her smile was whiter than the whitest snow. I had thought I met the goddess of beauty." Ustengrav again smiled, he had been describing Brynja, he had hoped that his little tale had brought her around into at least giving him a chance. Brynja smiled. After listening to his tale of beauty, the two girls got up and departed saying that they were going to freshen up. This gave Ustengrav time to confer with his young friend. He listened to his young friends observations about him drooling over his fair maiden. "Well can you blame me, she is gorgeous!" he said with his usual laugh, now completely reverted back to his carefree ways now that the girls had gotten out of earshot. Ustengrav nodded at the suggestion of more drink, he took a serious liking to the wine, it tasted of ripe berries and smelt like the wild fruits of the forest, it even left a mild tingle in his mouth as he swallowed the drink. All he drunk before was ale, mead and occasionally some spirits if the mood took him, so it was pleasantly unfamiliar as it washed down his throat. Reaching for the drink that Haesmar had got him, he nodded in appreciation. "Oh shes a beauty my friend!" the grizzled warrior said while taking another gulp from the glass. He did feel different around Brynja, although he didn't know what it was, perhaps his young friend was right, maybe it was love, only time could tell. "Since the women are away, do you fancy a test of strength?" Ustengrav smirked while putting his arm up and resting it on the grubby table. "Come and test your mettle against me boy! Unless a strong, prime youngling like yourself cant beat a weak, old fart like me in a arm wrestle!" Ustengrav laughed and winked at his young friend, while stretching his arm for the upcoming bout.

[Lornak]

Returning to the table Haesmar found Ustengrav was back to his usual blow hard self. Haesmar chuckled as his friend declared loudly how beautiful the woman was. His story had turned out to be one built on compliments for the new member of their table. As he sat down Ustengrav challenged him to an arm-wrestle. Haesmar understood that he'd be hoping to prove his strength in front of Brynja in a friendly competition. It wouldn't do much for his chances getting into a full on brawl. He'd be hoping to time his victory just as the woman returned. Ustengrav taunted him into acceptance. "Fine, but no cheating." Ustengrav was his friend, but he knew that he'd use cheap tactics to win if he needed to. Haesmar propped his arm up & stretched his fingers, they took each others hands, both giving a small firm squeeze. They nodded at each other & began the contest. Ustengrav had the immediate advantage, a powerful push to his left forced Haesmars arm into an awkward angle. Locking his arm Haesmar stopped the push. He started exerting as much force as he could into his forearm, steadily pushing both their hands back into the centre. Ustengrav struggled for awhile, both men's faces were red & sweating with the effort, but eventually Haesmar managed to force his friends hand down to the table. "Who's my big strong hero?" Haesmar heard Lily call over to him, teasing as the two females returned. She tickled his neck with her fingers as she passed & picked up her fresh chalice of wine. He smiled embarrassed. "I believe the next round's on you my friend." Haesmar knew that Ustengrav would pay him back by embarrassing him further, but for now he was enjoying showing off to Lily. Brynja seemed to be warming to Ustengrav, she was openly teasing him about losing to the younger man. "Bested by a pup?! Maybe I should go find myself a real man to sit next to!" She was only teasing, but Haesmar had a feeling Ustengravs would be pulling every trick he knew out to bed this woman he seemed to stricken with.

[Ustengrav]

"Bastard!" he thought to himself. Instead of besting his younger friend and making him look strong and mighty infront the women that had just returned from freshening up, he made himself look like a fool and idiot. He had bested many men in competitions of strength but he failed to do so against the strong youngling. Sitting backward and rubbing his beard in silence, the old warrior pondered his next move, his previous ploy had backfired so he needed to plan carefully if he was wanting to enter his black haired mistress. He had gotten angry over his recent loss and the perceived taunts thats left Brynja's mouth. The women had seen Haesmar as the hero now and not him, this proved hard to swallow. "What does he know of battle and strength!? the grizzled warrior thought to himself, growing steadily more angry. "Ive cleaved off more heads than he's had hot dinners!". This was an unusual behaviour for him as he would have usually shrugged off his defeat and continued to drink himself into a stupor, telling his stories along the way, but tonight was different. Maybe it was because he had found an gorgeous looking women and strived to impress her and gain her affection or maybe it was because he was as sober as he had even been and wasn't used to the unfamiliar state of mind or embarrasment. Whatever it was it had pissed him off and made him angry. Raising from the table in silence and with a grim face, Ustengrav walked over the bar and asked for the drinks that Haesmar cheekily asked for. "I want the strongest stuff you have. Three glasses." Ustengrav's voice was quiet and inconspicuous but firm also, trying not to gain the attention of his comrades that were still speaking around the table most likely discussing his abnormal behaviour. The bartender soon poured out a clear liquid that came from a dusty green bottle behind the bar. The concoction swirled into the three glasses and had a pungent smell that stung the nostrils when inhaled. Ustengrav then exchanged the glasses for three golden mizas. "The youngling wants another drink does he?" Ustengrav slyly smirked to himself. Placing the glasses on the table, Ustengrav made his way outside in an effort to cool his head, he had noticed the confusion on his companions face as he left the tavern. He never liked feeling like this and he certainly didn't want confrontation with his young friend that had been with him for weeks. When he passed the doors, he hit the cool air that circulated around the streets, the stars were bright this night, it was like tiny pinholes had penetrated a black cloth that had encircled the world. Taking a deep breath he continued onward only to be stopped by a drunkard that had been wobbling about, shouting obscenities at who ever happened by. "Watchss wheress your goingss you old fuckss!" the drunkard exclaimed, obviously feeling high and mighty as alcohol circulated his veins. Is this what he looked like and sounded like when he was drunk? Foolish and pathetic? He shook his head in an attempt to get rid of the negativity. "I am in no mood for your shit, drunk." his tone of voice was stern that hinted at his angered state. He listened to himself say the word drunk, it swam in his mind. The drunkard that he had found himself at odds with, was short, old and bald, he wore raggish clothing and smelt of urine. A disgusting sight indeed. His breeches were covered in all sorts of filth and his shoes that had encased his feet were patch worked and ripped. He had looked miserable, Ustengrav started to think if this was were he would end up, a miserable old bastard that no one cared about, who lived amongst the worst shit that the city had produced. All of sudden, the drunk out of no where swung ravishly with his fists aiming towards Ustengrav's bearded face. Weaving backward, he raised his fists getting ready to land a few blows himself. Ustengrav soon let rip a thunderous hook that impacted against the drunkards jaw, a crack resounded outward and moaning followed soon after as his opponent fell to the ground. "Asshole." he grunted, still displaying his annoyed attitude.

[Lornak]

Haesmar was shocked by his friends reaction. Usually he was happy & carefree, shrugging off embarrassments like this with simple jokes & tales. He'd never seen Ustengrav like this, although, he'd also never seen him so stricken with a woman. After the teasing from Brynja he'd left the table & gone straight up to the bar. The women chatted away as Haesmar lazed back in his seat. He was feeling the flush of the wine on him. He had a strange light headed feeling & felt slightly sick. Ustengrav returned quickly with 3 glasses of some clear liquid. It smelt foul. He put the glasses down & immediately left, heading towards the door without a word. Haesmar picked up his glass & took it close to his face, the smell almost made him wretch, but after impressing Lily earlier he didn't want to appear weak. He took a large swig from the glass, half emptying it. The drink didn't even seem to have a taste, it just caused a burning sensation all the way down. He coughed into his hand, trying to be as quiet as possible. Both the women were sipping at their drinks, Lily shifted closer to Haesmar, trying to do so slyly, but the alcohol in her system was obviously making her movements clunkier than she intended. She put her hand on his inner thigh, squeezing slightly, he could just feel her nails through the cloth of his trousers. He inhaled sharply, his mind spinning from the drink, & his heart skipping beats from Lilys touched. He looked up at her, she had a daring smile on her face & her wide innocent eyes shone. Just then Ustengrav appeared through the tavern, face red with anger, his knuckles bleeding slightly. Haesmar tried to rise, but was struggling, he felt like he was standing on a boat during a storm. "Wh..what happened my friend? He stuttered, he disliked the feeling this alcohol had given him, he felt powerless.

[Ustengrav]

Damn it felt good to hit someone! He had been so angry over the loss and taunts from his comrades but as soon as his fist smashed upon the drunkards face, it felt like his temper had completely evaporated, like water being brought to the boil. He had always heard from his fellow guards on his travels that the way to quickly get rid of anger was to just lash out and punch someone, and by the gods it had worked. Walking steadily back into the tavern, face red after his little scuffle, Ustengrav walked towards the table that he had sat at a little while ago. Still silent as the way he left. He quickly answered the younglings question. "I broke some silly bastards jaw." he had calmed down alot since then, his tone of voice still retained hints of irritation but had general reverted back to a lax attitude. Ustengrav showed his knuckles to the trio, slightly reddened with a few scores of blood. Brynja then gave a gasp and moved closer to Ustengrav, asking to inspect it for any real damage. her words were so heavenly and soothing, it calmed him to the point of ecstasy, the euphoria of her voice was worthy of divinity and she smelt of the most beautiful wild flowers. Soon enough Ustengrav was back to his old self, this was a relief as he would of hated to be in a rage all night. Brynja was like a gorgeous temptress that could pull all types of emotions out of her chosen suitor. What made it even better was that his seductress was playing with the braids in his dirty blonde beard. "I want two jugs of wine!" he shouted, in hoping of being heard. He had completed one of his three things this night, now he wanted to try on the other two, drinking and fucking. Brynja soon spoke again but this time, it ended up giving conformation to one of Ustengrav's dire wishes. "Lets go upstairs, I want to make sure that your ok.. from punching that drunk man" the grizzled warriors eyes widened and a massive grin arose on his face. Would this be the moment when he could finally feel the lusty maiden riding his third limb? Ustengrav gave a wink to Haesmar, then patted his back in friendly respect as he began his ascent upstairs with the large jug of wine he had just roared for. "Have fun you two! Dont drink to much!" he said while giving a hearty chuckle. By the time Ustengrav and Brynja reached the end of the hallway and stumbled into the room, he could figure out that his fair maiden was feeling tipsy and merry by the way she spoke and the way she acted. Her giggles and smiling made Ustengrav want her more, what happened next however was a sight he'd never forget. Brynja had started to slow unclip the strips that clinged to her smooth shoulders, slowly but surely the dress fell down around her revealing her fantastic breasts and beautiful body. Her skin was clear and unblemished, it made Ustengrav's limb to start hardening. "So are you going to show me what a real man is?" she said, her voice was seductive, hinting that she wanted Ustengrav. The grizzled warrior smirked and laughed. "Dont worry, ill be taking you to paradise and back and after tonight.. no other man will be able satisfy you again." Taking a gigantic gulp of the sweet fruity wine. He was ready.. ready to make her scream.. with pleasure..