Naked Aggression - Part 6

Part 6

Tyrissa led her horse down the new alleyway. Turning, she watched as the doorway vanished from sight. Hoping it would reappear when she needed it to return, she turned and stepped onto the street. The buildings all appeared different. Making a mental note of her position, she watched as the setting sun sank lower on the horizon. As the shadow crawled across the building, the entire alley faded from sight. Noting the name of the shops surrounding her, and the direction of the sun, she fixed her position.

“Come on, horse. Let’s figure out where we are.”

Walking down the street, she was happy to note she could understand the people around her as they passed. Relieved that communication wouldn’t be a problem, she looked around for a source of information. Spotting her quarry, she led the stallion over to where the beggar sat. The old man looked up at her, squinting against the rays of the setting sun.

“A copper for a veteran, missy?” the beggar pleaded.

“A veteran, heh?” she asked with a smile.

“Aye, served with General Maklor in the raids on Careia Woods. Took a goblin sword in the leg. Been lame ever since,” he added sadly.

“Lame? But the tracks behind you show the steps of a healthy man with a normal stride?” she asked sweetly.

The beggar twisted, trying to peer in the dirt behind him.

“Tracks, how can you see any tracks,” he asked in disbelief.

“Oh, I can’t, but you felt it was necessary to check,” she said smugly.

The old man looked up, knowing his ruse had been discovered. “Alright, I’ll go, “ he said as he started to get up.

“Relax, I’m not here to roust you. Look, all I want is a little information.”

“What can I do to help you, fair maiden?” he asked, eyeing the silver coin the young fighter was holding in her right hand.

“Simple directions are all. Where am I?”

“Why, you’re on Smelter’s Lane, in the Merchant’s Quarter.”

“No, I mean what city?”

“What city?” The beggar looked at her suspiciously, perhaps wondering if she was addled or mentally ill.

“Well, if you don’t want the coin,” Tyrissa said as she started to tuck the coin into one of her belt pouches.

“Wait, wait, don’t be hasty, Miss. You’re in Olikenshartz. In the country of Tellarian," he answered slowly as though talking to a simpleton.

"And Friesland?"

"Never heard of it," the beggar replied as he snatched the silver coin before she could change her mind.

"Alright, my thanks, she said as she stood up. Walking away she called over her shoulder, "and take care of that leg."

The old beggar watched her walk away. He admired the view of her firm ass-cheeks peeking out from under the hem of her short skirt. Looking at the coin in his dirty palm, he spat on it. Rubbing the coin to make the mint markings stand out, he nodded. "She's, not from anywhere around here. The Council of Mages should close that alley gateway before something bad comes through it. Still," he said to himself, "the travelers pay well for directions."

With a final glance at the receding fighter, the old man took up his pleas of pity and mercy to all who would listen.

Tyrissa went down Smelter’s Lane for a few more blocks. It appeared as those the shops and inns in this area served a slightly wealthier class of clientele. The street was mostly clear of rubbish and the building all had freshly painted fronts. Quite a few of them actually had glass windows, a sure sign that the quality of goods and prices would be high. Reasoning that darkness would soon be falling, she began to look for a suitable place to spend the night.

Several inns were in the immediate vicinity. She could see that some were more crowded than others. The warrior chose one of the quieter ones and had taken a few strides in its direction when a throb of pain in her chest stopped her in her tracks. Looking down between the swell of her breasts, the dragon-shaped holy symbol was glowing softly.

"Alright, how about this one," she asked, turning towards another inn?

Again, the same glow and pulse of pain. After two more tries she found the inn the holy symbol seemed pleased with. The building was the second largest inn she had seen so far, and the noisiest. The sounds of music and merriment could be heard from the street.

"Well, it seems to be a lively place. How does the Inn of the Siren's Repose sound to you, horse."

Greybeard seemed to approve of the choice so Tyrissa tied him to one of the hitching posts out front. Looking at the other horses she could see several warhorses as well as lighter geldings and ponies.

She walked onto the shallow porch and stepped through the open door. The common room was well lit and fairly crowded. A band of musicians were playing a lively tune for the patrons. Spread throughout the room amidst the tables were several smaller platforms. On top of these mini stages were dancing girls in various states of undress. Tyrissa gazed over the vista of ripe flesh with a smile.

"I like how you think," she remarked quietly to the platinum dragon between her breasts.

Making her way to the bar, she motioned for the innkeeper. The heavyset man approached, all the while wiping imaginary spills from the polished top of the bar.

"Welcome to my inn, stranger. Harlie Gestof at your service," the portly man introduced himself with a smile.

"Thank you. My name is Tyrissa and I need lodging for me and my horse."

"Common room is one silver and includes fruit and porridge for breakfast. Private rooms are a gold toper a night, or a week for five if you pay in advance. Breakfast also includes ham and fresh rolls. And those include your horse. Stables are in back," he said with a nod of his head.

Tyrissa pushed a gold coin across the bar. "I don't have any topers, will these do?"

"Hmmm..let me see." Pulling a short knife from his apron Harlie scratched an X in the coin. Biting it and checking for a tooth mark, he seemed satisfied of its gold content.

"Not from around here, huh? Let's say three of these."

"Let's say two and you keep a customer," Tyrissa said with a smile.

Returning her smile Harlie nodded in agreement. "Supper's still being served, if you want to order it."

The blond adventurer slid another gold coin across the bar. "No, but I'll take three of those apples behind you. And a hot bath delivered to my room in half an hour."

The innkeeper smiled and nodded. "I'll have Kemdar and Nalorth bring a tub and hot water up to your room at the hour of lamp-light." With that he handed her the apples and a room key. "Just show Lavens the key and he'll take care of your horse."

Tyrissa thanked him and tucked the key into her sword belt. The apples rested inside the bottom her blouse. Making her way back across the crowded tavern she returned outside.

As she untied her steed she stroked his forehead. "Well old horse, looks like we found an inn that will take an old swayback mule like you. I had to pay extra but they agreed to do it," she teased.

She nimbly avoided Greybeard's attempt to bite her shoulder. Leading him around the side of the inn, she entered the stables. Looking around she was impressed with appearance of the stables. Fresh straw lined the stalls, and those that were occupied were stocked with fresh hay, oats, and water. Old manure had been removed and even the small forge area was clean and tidy, with the blacksmith tools all arranged properly. She led Greybeard into one of the empty stalls and was removing his tack when a voice interrupted her.

"Can I help you Mistress?"

Tyrissa turned to spot a young man standing at the entrance to the stall. He was a handsome young man, probably sixteen and on the verge of adulthood. Wiping his hands on his apron he reached out to stroke Greybeard's muzzle.

"Be careful, he doesn't take well to strangers.." she started to warn him. She looked on, amazed that the spirited horse let the stable boy touch him.

"Yes Maam, I'm sorry. He's just such a fine looking animal."

Greybeard gave a proud whinny and ducked his head towards the boy.

"Well, you've just made a friend. You Lavens?"

"Yes Maam," the boy replied.

"Well, Harlie said to show you my key and you'd know I was staying here. And it's Tyrissa, not maam."

"Yes Maam.. I mean Tyrissa. I was just fixing to go eat supper but I'll stay and put your horse away first."

Greybeard took that opportunity to go after the apples he smelled in his mistress's blouse. Grasping the edge of her blouse with his teeth, he pulled her blouse, popping the buttons that held it closed. The apples fell to the ground as Teresa's breasts were revealed.

"Greybeard !!" Tyrissa called in amused annoyance. "You greedy pig," she said as she stooped to retrieve the two apples her horse hadn't eaten yet.

Turning, she faced Lavens and explained. "I usually spoil him with an apple or two after a journey. But now the glutton has come to expect it," she said with a laugh.

"Yes, I bet he likes those..apples," Lavens stammered, his eyes feasting on Tyrissa's breasts as they bobbed in front of him. He could feel his pants tightening as he watched the twin mounds sway. The two dark brown aureoles seemed to fascinate him and he swore the nipples seemed to grow before his very eyes.

Tyrissa watched as the young man gaped at her tits. She could feel herself grow warm as she watched the lust and desire in his gaze. Making no attempt to cover herself, she decided to tease the boy a bit.

"I'll take care of him, Lavens. He's usually a little excited his first night in a new stable and it helps if I curry him and tuck him in. Why don't you go and eat your supper."

"Yes maam, if that's what you want," the aroused lad agreed.

Knowing he was watching her, Tyrissa bent over and ran her hands over the stallion's legs, checking for sprains and swelling. This caused her skirt to ride up over her hips. As she bent over she parted her legs a bit and arched her back, causing her ass to stick out towards the fascinated stable boy. Lavens backed away slowly, his eyes riveted on the tangle of light brown hairs between her thighs. His hard cock throbbed with desire as he watched her skirt ride higher and higher. Finally he bumped into the doorjamb and stumbled outside.

Tyrissa straightened up and pulled her skirt back down. With a chuckle she fed another apple to her horse. "That was mean of me, wasn't it old horse?" she asked the horse.

Munching contentedly on the crisp fruit, Greybeard nodded and favored her with an amused look. Chewing the last bits of the apple, he leaned forward and hungrily licked her exposed nipple.

Tyrissa felt herself grow wet with her horse's oral caress. "Oh, now you're thirsty too?"

The stallion bobbed his head. His sensitive nose detected her growing excitement. His mistress had promised him some fun all trip long and this seemed like a perfect time to collect on the promise. Know that he had to keep his mistress excited he stepped forward and began to tongue her breasts, knowing it made his mistress happy. Tyrissa responded with a soft moan and hugged her horse's head close to her chest, tenderly stroking the side of his face.

"Oh..old horse, it has been too long hasn't it," she cooed into the horse's ear.

Taking a breast in one hand, she squeezed the soft flesh as his rough tongue scrapped across her swollen nipple. The nipple spouted a short stream of rich breast milk with every squeeze. The stallion eagerly lapped up the warm fluid as it ran down her chest. Meanwhile, another warm fluid had begun to trickle down the insides of her thighs. Clear streams of honey flowed from her cunt, the fleshy lips growing more swollen and sticky with every swipe of the horse's tongue.

Switching breasts, she milked the other tit into the horse's thirsty mouth. She loved the way the powerful stallion lovingly drank every drop of her sweet breast milk. When she could stand no more, she pulled away from the horse and looked at him. Her green eyes were shiny with lust, her face flushed and sweaty.

"Now it's my turn to milk you, stud," she said in a husky voice. Sinking to her knees she crawled under her horse.

The sight that greeted her gave her pause for a second. No matter how many times she saw it, it still filled her with indescribable lust and desire. Greybeard's cock, a foot-and-a-half long shaft of black horseflesh. Its girth was larger than her wrist, so that she could only get her fingers around it at the smallest part. The cock; and it was a cock to her, not penis, that word lacked the power to describe it, bobbed in front of her. Reaching out she ran her palm over its length, reveling in its smoothness. This was cock, a symbol of male power. It filled her with such wanting that her steaming cunt spasmed uncontrollably. From its large mushroom tip a single drop of clear precum started to form. Her mouth watered at the sight, the flickering lantern light reflecting in the crystal tear. Lunging forward, she licked the salty drop of the large slit in the head.

Greybeard pawed the ground excitedly as he felt his mate's tongue caress the tip of his shaft. No other mare he had been with could do what his mare could; make him feel the way she made him feel. He threw back his head and whinnied as he felt her tongue lick the entire length of his shaft.

Tyrissa's head seemed to spin as her whole world seemed to shrink to the awesome horse cock in front of her. Her mouth watered as it was filled with the salty, musky, masculine taste of horse sweat and cock. Concentrating now on the head of the mighty shaft with her mouth, she stroked the shaft with one hand. With her other hand she gently cradled Greybeard's balls. The heft and heat of them filled her palm as she softly rolled them around inside their fleshy bag.

Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she took the flared head of the stallion's cock into her mouth. Greybeard shivered as he felt himself being swallowed. Tyrissa's warm wet throat squeezed the shaft as she moved forward, taking inch after inch of turgid horseflesh down her throat. Tilting her head back to straighten her throat, she engulfed several more inches like a python swallowing its prey. With well over a foot of hot stallion cock spearing her throat, she began to rock back and forth, fucking her throat with Greybeard's shaft. Her throat muscles milked the horse as she fellated the horse.

One hand caressed his balls and stroked the few inches of cock not sliding in and out of her mouth. Her other hand played between her thighs. Her thumb rubbed the swollen pearl of her clit while her four fingers pumped in and out of her bushy cunt in time with her oral efforts. Hot slurpy squishing noises filled the stable as her hand moved faster and faster. Her copious fluids were collecting in a small puddle between her legs as she continued to frig herself. After several minutes she could feel the flared tip of his cock swell even more, just as his two ripe balls began to draw up tight against the horse's body. Tyrissa could feel her own orgasm approaching swiftly, the waves of pleasure coming faster and faster as she approached her peak.

With a snort, Greybeard went rigid as his cock unleashed spurt after spurt of thick horse cum down Tyrissa's sucking throat. The feel of the massive shaft pulsing in her over-stretched throat, the knowledge that she had brought the mighty warhorse off with her throat, and the feeling of her fingers pressing all the way to the heel of her palm into her cunt sent Tyrissa sailing over the edge. A week's worth of sexual denial was washed away in an orgasmic flood that drenched her hand and the straw below her. Sucking and swallowing mindlessly, she lost herself in the maelstrom of sexual release rocking her body. Finally she sank back on her haunches, the softening cock sliding from her throat. With a loud pop the flared head pulled free of her swollen lips. A large drop of horse semen hung from the end of the glistening cock. Hungrily she slurped up the thick dollop of horse cream, savoring the rich earthy flavor. Pulling her hand from her weeping pussy, she stood on shaky legs and cradled Greybeard's head in her arms. Pressing his head into her sweaty bosom, she let him lick the remainder of her juices off her hands.

"Oh good boy, that was so good, honey. You made me cum so good sweetie," she babbled as she caught her breath.

Greybeard finished cleaning her hand and started licking the salty sweat off her chest. Kissing his forehead, Tyrissa stroked his mane and made cooing noises as they both relaxed. Picking up a currycomb she cleaned his coat until it shone in the lantern light, the repetitive motion soothing both horse and groom. Finally she filled his trough with fresh hay and oats and filled the water bucket with water. Pulling her blouse closed and tucking it into her skirt, she retrieved her gear and weapons. Kissing her horse goodnight she left the stable, pulling the door shut behind her.

For a few minutes the stables were quiet. As Tyrissa turned the corner to return to the inn, a figure detached itself from the shadows and followed her at a distance.

Continued in Part 7

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