Thread: Unfolding legends (Sharub x Bravocherry)

Bran couldn't help but let his eyes wander once more across the young mares body. Her chest, now pressed against between her arms, made it so Bran could see their fullness, even through the soft cloth that obfuscated his eyes. He felt his pants begin to stir, but knowing that there would be know way the young filly could tell under the table, allowed it. Each gesture and movement of hers only serving to push her breasts out, move the cloth more, and drive Bran a little more crazy. Careful, he thought to himself Can't be goin round takin young girls like this nah can ye? Bran was no longer a spring chicken, at least in his eyes. He slipped his ring off his finger in his right pocket, and used his left hand to support his head as Nana talked. That's one thing Bran could never understand about other adventurers. Always wanting to talk. Always babbling on about who had slain what. Always on about some higher calling they have, as if they had been plucked out from their mothers stomachs by the god's themselves. Always having some deeper, darker story they've been holding onto for one campfire lit night, to reveal to everyone else and there dismay, Oh, what a horror you must have been through as a child Oh, and to think you were so young when all of your village was killed by orcs. Bran had just caught the tail end of her words as he stirred himself from his thoughts. Drunken guide, uh, no I'd never He said jokingly. As Nana had raised her finger to admonish his habits, a beautiful servant with barely a sliver or cloth hiding her bottom came to them to take their order. As they conversed, Bran once again found his eyes betraying him and falling across the wenches body. Soft, supple, and by the looks of it, a real dirty one He thought to himself, again feeling his member stirring in his pants. Having never worn undergarments, it was always very easy to tell when Bran would be getting aroused, however due to the table he again was saved. He laughed at her confusion It's alright, pretty-thing. Nana here just wanted to treat a fool like me, see? he smiled at the waitress. As she turned again, now showing her bottom to Bran, he was glad again for the table as he would not have wanted a little filly like Nana to see him so... at attention. He glanced over her soft, round cheeks, and thought of how fun it would be to lay her down on her stomach, to kiss down her spine as he warmed himself up, and parting those white, alabaster thighs as he... Hm? he thought, as he hears of the room and it's specialty. Her wink, not knowing if it was particularly for him or Nana or the general table, felt confused. God, stop getting distracted ye. Birds be driving ye up a wall. Why cant I ever get the jobs with the goddamn bullywogs nobody ever wanted te fuck a bullywog! As Nana clapped her hands excitedly, he watched the server walk away, and as he looked back at his compatriot, he realized that this novice Nana may have picked the wrong Inn for an innocent little filly as herself. Aye.. It's a real hoot here, ye know with the skirts and such. Usually you only get them like that after te third night He commented curtly, his Strangers Sword still resting against his inner thigh.