| �I can�t believe you people! After all he did for
us......killing those vampires that were killing our citizens and this is
how you repay him? By hunting him down?�
�But Talor said it attacked you.� �You�d believe a town drunk?� �Well, er . . . well . . . you see . . .� �If it wasn�t for the werewolf, Talor would�ve raped me for sure. He�s the real villain here,� Zetta spat in indignant anger. A voice angrily rang out over the crowd, one Zetta recognized instantly. She knew it was someone she could trust. �He did what?!� A man stepped forward out of the crowd, and she saw Talor cringe. Her father looked at him sternly, then turned to her. �Is this true? Did he try to force himself on you?� �Aye. And the werewolf saved me from him, not the other way around,� she replied, �he is not the monster here, Talor is.� Zetta�s father looked at Talor with an angry piercing stare, saying, �Perhaps we misjudged the werewolf.� Rage was in his eyes as he continued to stare at Talor. For a moment, she wondered if he may kill Talor then and there. Instead, he said, �You have much to answer for Talor, you know what we do with rapists.� �But, I . . . I . . .� Talor began stammering. �Grab him!� someone shouted. Talor was seized roughly, then dragged away toward the village to an unspeakable fate. Since Rue didn�t treat criminals kindly, especially murderers and rapists, he would more than likely be dead before sunrise. Zetta watched them drag the hapless man to his doom as he struggled to beak free. They stopped momentarily to beat him viciously, then continued pulling their prisoner toward the village. She scanned the woods for the wolf, but the creature was nowhere to be seen. Only dark forest filled her vision. As she began following the mob, she couldn�t help but feel as if she was being watched. She knew that the werewolf was watching from the dense cluster of trees . . . . somewhere. It gave her a slight feeling of comfort, knowing she was protected. Chapter Two Walter looked up from his tankard of ale, carefully surveying the activity around him. He had made his way to the village of Godan, on the northern border of Central Dacia. Once again, his services had brought him to another town. Job completed, he had decided to stay a short while longer. He sat in the tavern, watching the barmaids whirl to the musicians� lively tune. The sun had already sank behind the Dacian Alps and Walter found himself seeking the company of a woman - any woman to keep from feeling entirely alone. He watched as one of the barmaids approached his table, pitcher in her hand. She was attractive, slender, with dark hair and dark eyes. She raised her eyebrows as she lifted the pitcher questioningly. �More ale?� she asked, letting him examine her cleavage as she leaned over his table. �Aye,� he replied as his eyes roamed over her. She poured his tankard full, smiling broadly as she did so. When she was finished, she asked,, �Excuse me sir, but would you be interested in enjoying a woman�s company?� �Let�s go,� he said standing up. She giggled, removing her apron. They headed for the inn, which was next door to the tavern. Both buildings had been built for the convenience of easy access for drunken and weary travelers, of whom there were plenty. Upon entering, Walter went to the counter, calling for the innkeeper. The man came out of a backroom, adjusting his lower garments. He was a portly short man with a beard in his middle to late thirty and some years. He was sweating profusely, his gruff manner and scent telling Walter he had a romantic interlude of his own underway. �Whatta ya want?� he barked. �How much is your finest room?� Walter inquired. �Fifty-two gold pieces a night,� he replied. Walter�s eyes widened in shock. That was quite an extreme amount of money. He then asked, �How much is your cheapest room?� �Forty.� �That�s highway robbery!� Walter exclaimed. The prices for rooms at this tavern were extortionate. �Take it or leave it,�the man said with a shrug, �we�re the only inn in Godan.� Walter sighed, grumbling under his breath as he counted out the gold pieces. As he handed the innkeeper the money, he said, �I guess we�ll take it.� Taking the money, the innkeeper said, �First door on your right at the top of the stairs.� �Thank you so much,� Walter stated sarcastically as they made their way upstairs. What a pig, he thought to himself. They entered the room to find it to be small, with only a bed, table, and washstand. Candles sat around the room, previously used by other visitors. Walter briefly wondered what they thought of the outrageous prices for it. He closed the door as they entered, knowing he was just using the poor woman as a shelter from his pain. He was angry at himself for doing it but it did bring him comfort, if only for a little while. She gasped in pleasure as his tongue explored her nipple, his hand gently massaging the generous swell of her breast. The candles now illuminated the small room, bathing them both in their warm glow. His lips closed on her hard nipple, drawing a gasp from her as he sucked gently. Moving up to her lips, he kissed her exploring her mouth, tasting her sweetness. She moaned as he slid his hand down the valley of her abdomen to the dark forest between her thighs. Sliding a finger into her moist cavern, his exploration brought the barmaid to a thrashing, frenzied, peak. She was nearly screaming as ripples of pleasure ran unbridled through her body. She had never felt such intense pleasure before. As the sensations subsided, she looked at him, her breasts heaving in excitement. �Oh my,� she panted, �that was wonderful.� He chuckled softly, and began licking his way down her belly, toward her most intimate areas. The second his tongue began pleasuring her, she cried out softly. Losing any vestige of restraint, he leapt up, the lust in him overwhelming. He swiftly mounted her, sliding into her up to the hilt. |
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