Chasing My Fiancée Across A Fantasy World - Chapter 10

John found himself standing at the last place he wanted to be, the front door of the Tipped Brazier.  He had spent some part of his day for the better part of a week asking people if they saw Tricia, but he had no luck.  Looking around him, he saw that the inn was probably nice when it was first built, but because it was cheaper than the Plough, the rougher types of travelers tended to stay here.  They drank hard and they had little respect for the building or the furniture.  The eating hall was covered with sawdust, to sop up whatever was spilled, and the odor of sour ale and smoke filled his nostrils.

The barkeep was tapping a barrel for the night when he looked up at John and raised his eyebrow in suspicion.  “What can I do for you young master?”  Faking manners as best he could. “If you’re looking for Chantal, she’s busy.”

“My name is John and I’m not looking for her.  I’m looking for my fiancée.  Her name is Tricia, she has auburn hair.  She’s around five foot eight and is fairly curvy.  She’s got deep blue eyes.”

“My name is Eric.”  He shook John's hand.  His palm was oddly sticky.  John wiped his hand on his buff coat and mustered his most polite smile.  Eric returned to tapping the barrel and thought hard.   Eric sniffed and was about to shrug when his eyes went wide.  After the shock wore off a devilish smile crept onto his face. “Yes, I think I saw a girl fitting that description.”

“You have!”  John slammed his hand on the table. “Where is she?  Where did you see her!?”

“If you calm down I will show you exactly where I saw her.  I must ask for a few assurances.”

“Anything, I'll swear to it!”

“I need you to swear that you will not harm a single hair on anyone under this roof.  You will not damage this business in any way. You will not harm me nor my wife especially.  And don’t tell anyone what you see about the inn.  Swear it.”

John didn’t even let Eric finish his sentence. “I swear it.  Now tell me!”

“Calm Jack, didn’t I tell you that?”  Eric the barkeep talked to the front door and locked and bolted the door. “Come with me.  And keep quiet.”

Eric walked behind the bar to a heavy wood panel set in the wall.  He pulled out three hidden metal pins and the panel loosened.  He set it to the side and crouched down.  “You better follow me.  Don’t get lost, I don’t want you to die, it’ll stink up the whole place.”

John’s vision soon became greyscale in the darkness.  John wanted to hold his nose in the stuffy environment.  The passages throughout the Tipped Brazzier were truly labyrinthine.

John whispered. “Did you have this inn specially built?  It’s quite unique to have such an expensive set of secret passages.”

“I bought it off a royal spy a few years back.  He wanted to get it off his hands after Dolono was found to be a backwater. Any hope of being a big town was dashed when it was discovered that there was nothing past the mountains but monster filled cursed lands.”  He scratched his butt and continued to crawl. “I picked it up for a song with my wife Chantal.  We were both adventurers who made enough money to buy the place.  It’s completely paid off now.”

“How are you liking it?  Dropping the adventuring life.”

“Half of me loves it and half of me wants to throw myself down a well.”  He made a hacking cough, then continued. “Ah, here we are.”  He curled up against a wall and pointed to a hole in the wall that cast a shaft of daylight through the inky darkness of the secret passage. “Put your eye to that spyhole.”

John heard noises from behind the wall as he scooched forward.  He put his eye against the wall and what he saw shocked him.

John saw the barmaid Chantal in the bathhouse naked from the waist up,  her clothing was in a pile on a wooden bench.  Her breasts were enormous, almost comically so.  They were tipped with large hard brown nipples.  What kept John watching was what she was doing with them.

She had worked up a lather and was rubbing her tits together while moaning softly.  She whispered to the bath entrance, “Why don’t you come out here you big stud.”

A naked pot bellied middle aged man with a broken nose shuffled into view.  He had a sad look on his face, but his fat dong was growing in size.

“Oh my!”  Chantal exclaimed. “My knight! You are wounded!”

The old man sighed.  “Some scallywag broke my nose after I simply told him a joke.” He shook his head. “I fear for the future of this kingdom, if more of his type come to inhabit it.”

“Let me provide you with emotional support.”  Chantal said, looking up with chestnut brown eyes.  She lifted up her giant tits and enveloped the balding man’s cock.  The lech licked his lips and laughed in a low gravelly tone.

“Your giant bosom is simply the best Chantal.”  He thrust out his member to be better stroked by her silky flesh. He sniffed back some blood that was clogging his nose. “I’m always amazed that your husband would let you out of his embrace, the dumb bastard.”

John realized Eric was there and pulled away from the wall.  He looked left to see that Eric had opened up a secondary spyhole.  The bar keep was watching his wife servicing a disgusting ugly man with her alabaster tits.  His night vision could show that his hand was hidden.  John didn’t want to think about it so he put his eye against the wall again.

Chantal had her mouth open above her cleavage.  The squat man bucked into her sliky mammaries and his plum peaked its head up out of her cleavage.  When it did, Chantal would lower her head and suck frantically on the purple bulb.

“Chantal!” He groaned. “You're such a slut!  No good wife would do such a thing to a smelly old man like me.”

She looked up and pouted. “I have to do it old man.  We have a mortgage on the property, and if we don’t pay up we’ll lose the inn.  I’m forced too, against my will.”  She started to cry.

“Suck my cock, bitch, and save your husband's shitty public house.”  He started to giggle. “Tell me, girl, who’s cock is bigger?  Your idiot husband or my serpent?”

“Never!”  She shook her head while juggling her soapy tits around the veiny rod.  She had a devilish grin on her face.

“Whore!  I gave you an order!”  The customer reached out with his hand and grabbed her hair.  He forced her head down to now take his cock in her mouth.  She gagged and scrambled away, slamming her back against the wood wash stall.

“You can’t run away, you tramp.”  He waddled closer and pinned her head to the wall with his penis.  He fucked her head with long heaving thrusts.  The man was not in shape, so he wheezed while he fucked her mouth.  Chantal’s hands grasped at the wall trying to find a way to pull herself up.  A cock covered in pubic hair plunged down her throat over and over.  Under the assault the barmaid dry heaved.

“I love it when your throat clenches down on my manhood Chantal.  You’re the finest whore of Dolono.  One day I’ll have enough money to buy you off your husband and breed you.  What do you say to that!?”

Chantal gasped for air after being given an opportunity. “I’d never be your concubine.”  He growled and jammed his penis back in her mouth. She moaned as his glans passed her uvula once every few seconds.  Her head thumped against the wood planks.  The barmaid's eyes were tearing up.

He grunted and started to violently buck.  He pulled his cock out and jerked off furiously.  A moment later he aimed his penis at her eyes and spewed a thick yellowish string of cum right at her pretty eyes.

“Ha!  So pretty, seeing you defiled by my sperm.  Get up!  I’m not finished yet!”  The grubby man pulled her up by the hair, making her squeal.  He bent her over, making her hold onto the wall. “I’ll pay your husband extra for this, don’t worry.  I’m a loyal customer after all.”

He pulled up her skirt, revealing creamy thighs.  With rough hands he pulled down her panties and thrust his cream covered dick in her ass.

“Argh!  My knight!  Never there!  That’s dirty!”  She scratched her nails on the wet wooden planks of the stall.

“Bitch!  I know this hole is well used.  It’s a good thing it’s still tight, unlike your loose pussy.”

“I’m not loose, I’m a good…aargh…. good girl.”

“No woman’s pussy can take that much cock and be tight.   Everyone in town knows why you charge so little for your services Chantal.  You love cock.  I bet you’d do this for free.”

“Mort…mortgage!  For my husband … fuck!  For my love Eric.”

“You're cuming from your ass you slut!”  He grabbed her ass and pumped furiously.

“Nooooo!”  A stream of fluid dripped from her pelvis onto the floor.

“If you’re not going to be honest, I won’t come back for a week.  You’ll lose my business to the whore house on the edge of town.  I heard they have a cat girl who…”

“No!”

“Then say it!”

“I love my knight's cock in my ass!  I’ve been charging lower fees for you because you’re the only one who fills me up so much!”

“That’s it!”  He pulled out of her ass and rammed it into her cunt.

“Dirty!  Stop!”

“Hahahahha!”  The short man was on his toes fucking furiously. “That’s what you said last time I did this, ah now you’re clamping down.  You love dirty dick!”

“MMmmmph!”  Chantal tried weakly to push him away, but it was too late.  He leaned forward and twitched over and over filling her with cum.  Yellow white strings dripped from between her legs to hit the puddle on the floor of the stall.

He pulled out and a gout of spunk poured out.  “Now clean my dirty cock!”  He shoved her head down on his filthy penis.  Her moans sounded like she was eating something tasty.  Chantall quivered once every few moments in aftershock orgasms. She pulled away. “I love my gallant knight's gleaming sword.”

He wound up and smacked her face with his penis. “Don’t you forget it you trollop. I’ll leave my coins on the counter.  When can you see me again?”

She started to dress herself. “I can see you tomorrow if you like.  Or on Monday.”

“Monday’s too far away, so tomorrow it is.  I’ll have to raise my prices at the jewelry stand to afford trying to get you pregnant.” He laughed.

“Nothing would make me happier than to have a client’s child in my belly.”  She placed a hand over her pelvis.

John heard a grunt beside him.  He pulled away from the spy hole and crab walked away from Eric. “What the fuck Eric, why do you let other men fuck your wife?  Why do you watch?”

“It’s the only way I can get hard anymore.  Heh.  I know I’ve failed to keep her satisfied by myself.”  Eric took out a dishrag from his apron and wiped his hand.

“Why did you make me see that?”

“That is where I saw your Tricia.”

“What!?”

“She was here a few days ago, servicing every member of the Crimson Raiders.  She was bouncing her ass on Jethro’s cock while she was jerking two dicks and eating a fourth.”

“Liar!”  He balled his fist.

“Remember your oath young man.”  Eric laughed.

John calmed himself. “Where is she?”

“The girl was with the Raiders for this… event.  Afterwards, she didn’t come back. I suggest you speak to Jethro.”

“Mmph.”  John didn’t know what to say.  He simply crawled back down the passage they came from.

“John.  I see you walking to the guild hall.  You have four girls, why not make them happy?”

“Shut up Eric.”  He said crawling away.  She must have been blackmailed.  There’s no way my precious Tricia could have done such a slutty thing.  He felt the bulge in his pants. What the fuck!  Down boy!  You’re saluting because of that barmaid, right!?

…

Jethro glumly counted out his coins again, stomping through the muddy streets of Dolono.  Kit was behind him looking over his shoulder, clicking his tongue.

Kit grumbled.  “That’s not nearly enough.”

“I know.”  Jethro replied.

“We might be able to swing it if one of us is left out.  Why don’t you make us draw straws.”

Jethro spat. “If one of you loses, you’ll be complaining for days.  If I lose, you’ll likely all be dead. Maybe we can win some money at dice.  That might give us enough money to have Chantal.”  Sighing he looked up at the darkening sky. “Why did you leave us Tricia!?”

“If the hero himself asked me to join his party, I’d seriously consider joining myself.”  Kit laughed. “I honestly don’t blame her.  Gunther’s a class above us.”

“Shut up, loser!”  Jethro growled.  They made a few steps further and Jethro felt eyes on him.  Looking around he found the source of his sixth sense. “What are you looking at punk?”

“Where is she?”  John was leaning against the wall staring.  He got up and walked to the center of the lane. 

“Where’s who?”

“Tell me where Tricia is now.”  His hand hovered over his new sword at his belt.

“Oh, you mean the slut our entire gang fucked?  I think she walked off into the woods again looking to get bred by goblins.  Heck, she might have been looking for orcs, she was so loose.”

John yelled out loud. “The Crimson Raiders are nothing but a group of yellow bellied, lily livered, scum sucking pigs who run at the first hint of a fight.  They cheat at gambling and they smell like a devil’s taint.”  He looked with dark eyes at them.  “Isn’t that right boys?”  Several people down the lane started to run away.

“You motherfucker!”  Jethro went beet red. “I’ll stuff your nuts down your throat!”

“Come get some, spikey!”  John drew his sword.

Jethro held two shortswords he had just pulled from his belt and screamed.  Sprinting to the side of the lane he jumped up and ran along the wall.  He was fast, and his footprints made massive holes in the wattle and daub house he was running on.  Jetro screamed as he held his swords at his side.  John could almost feel his magic sword twist in his hand trying to tell him what to do.  John ran to a small empty barrel on the side of the lane and kicked it up at the approaching adventurer.  When it was at the right height, occluding Jethro’s vision, he rammed his sword through the barrel.  Jethro saw the barrel and swung his shortswords at it but before he could bat it away the barrel exploded in his face throwing thousands of splinters into his face and eyes.  Amongst the cloud of debris a flash of metal reached him at the top of his forehead.  John’s longsword pierced his scalp and carved off a large swath of his hair, skin along with it.  Jethro stumbled and fell from the wall as his head snapped back from the strike.  He faceplanted and tumbled in a heap.  John stood back from him, keeping an eye on the other raiders who stayed well back from him.

Jethro could feel his face covered in warm liquid. “Fight like a man John!”  He desperately wiped the blood from his eyes trying to see where his enemy was.

“Where is she, Jethro? We might be able to get you to a healer in time, but scalp wounds bleed quickly.”

“Fuck you. Tricia loved every inch of me. Ha!  She begged me to keep it a secret.  Jokes on you John, the moment you told me she was out there I took the boys to go and find her.  You lost.  Ha!”  He swung wildly at the air, hoping John was in range.  He started to feel cold. “I gotta tell ya, her technique was good.  It was like she had been practicing for a long time.”

Jethro felt a pinch at his adams apple and then darkness as John thrust his sword through Jethro’s neck and through his spine. 

“That'll shut you up.”  The young man put his foot on Jethro’s shoulder and kicked, sending the corpse to the ground and freeing his sword.

Looking around he saw the other Raiders flee.  Taking a dagger from his boot he flung it at the shortest one.  The blade sank deep in the young man’s calf, dropping him instantly.  Taking a few breaths, he slowly walked to Kit.

“Where …. Is …. She?”  He twisted the blade in the muscle.  Kit let out a wail of pain.

“She left us man!  Tricia got friendly with the hero’s party,  a guy named Gunther.   He’s tall and he’s got blue eyes and…”

“Long blonde curly hair?”

“Ye…yeah.”

“Fuck! Where is he now?”

“I heard they left Dolono, went to the big town.  They went to Strayvenhoe.  Everyone said he was going to fight the demon lord.”

John relaxed and stuck his hand in his satchel and pulled out a strip of cloth. “What’s your name kid?”  

“It’s Kit.”

“Kit, I’m going to send a healer your way.”  John took the strip and tied it around Kit’s leg. “Keep this tourniquet on until they get here.  You’ll be fine.”  He patted him on the shoulder. “Come for me or my friends and I’ll have your head. Got it?”

“No problem sir.”  Kit watched as John walked away.  Passers by looked at Jethro’s body and moved on like nothing had happened.