Taunting Kennard

A fantasy adventure

The bustling tavern was filled with people from all walks of life, from a smith and his apprentice to a domestic servant, and from book-keepers to adventurers. Of this last type, a trio of youngsters was sitting at a table on one side of the main lounge. The tables either side of them were occupied by groups of tradesmen deep in conversation, and nearby stood pairs and larger groups of merrymakers drinking and laughing at the end of a long day’s work.
“You’ll never stick to it!” goaded a young elf to her heavily armoured friend.
“I do and I will, Maeral, and you know it. I’ve worked my way through priest school and martial arts classes and now I’ve made my vows, I’m committed to the cause of Sir Ranulph de Bottelger, and I’ll serve him and the almighty God with reverence and courage for eternity, I am a Palladin now.”
“Give over, Kennard, you’ll not last a week! I’ll wager my spell book on you giving in to some impure temptation by this time next week!” Peares laughed as he touched the leather bound tome beside him on the bench.
“You’ll both be wrong, and I’ll prove my worth to you, no matter what temptations you put in my way.” Kennard had turned his back on a troubled childhood and taken up the path to Knighthood, with great success to date. “Anyway, your spell book may look like an ancient tome, but we all know you don’t have a clue how to decipher anything past the first page, so it’ll be no great loss to you when I win this wager.”
“Now, now,” Maeral interjected, “boys, there’s no need to be betting on such things. Let’s just relax with our drinks and enjoy some down time before we hear news of something interesting that’ll take us off to face great peril again.”
“You’re right, Maeral”, Peares agreed, “we’ll be seeing plenty of excitement once our next adventure begins, there’s no need for challenge between times.”
Kennard was visibly relieved as the tension dissipated. He reached for the flagon of thick milk and took a deep draught. Maeral and Peares both took sips of the deep red wine they were drinking. Maeral winked at Peares and put her hand on his shoulder.
“You’re such a handsome mage, Peares, I don’t think I’ve ever really seen you in this light before.” She let her hand drift across his chest and up to his bare neck.
“That wine must be strong if you’re finding him attractive, Maeral.” Kennard’s words were jesting, but the tone veiled his feelings of superiority towards the magic-user.
“Isn’t jealousy a sin, Kennard?” Maeral joked as she touched Peares’ face with her fingertip, tracing it over his cheek to his ear.
“Maeral’s just giving me a compliment, Kennard, is that so difficult to believe?”
“I’m not jealous, you two, I just don’t believe you can find him attractive Maeral.”
“Oh, I find you both attractive, you know that, but now that you’ve taken your vows you’ve taken the choice away from me, Kennard, it’s your loss.”
Peares smiled briefly. “You know, it’s not a good idea for any of us to get involved. We need to not have weirdness between each other if we’re going to work together effectively.”
“Oh, shush, Peares, you’re no fun.” Maeral leaned back and took another drink of wine. It seemed neither of the men were available to her, although her teasing hadn’t been entirely without foundation.
Peares had felt himself blush at Maeral’s attention, and despite what he said, he was glad for his loose fitting robes, as he had felt a stirring between his thighs that might otherwise have created an embarrassing situation. Maeral was a very attractive elf. There aren’t many female elves one comes across in life that aren’t attractive, to be honest, but Maeral had all of the best physical features imaginable whilst also having a caring but playful nature. She was sharp witted, intelligent and charismatic, and could charm the birds from the trees when she spoke to deliberately enchant. Peares on the other hand was somewhat atypical of the mage class. His short hair and short stature made him feel self conscious in the company of both Maeral and Kennard, as both were a good half foot taller than him. Kennard had the typically strong features of the fighting class, with a noble face and kind eyes. The three made an odd looking group, but their skills and attributes made them a successful team.
Peares gulped his wine suddenly when he felt a hand touch his thigh beneath the table.
He glanced at Kennard, who was looking across the room at a group of swarthy looking guys getting rowdy near the bar. He looked sideways at Maeral and was immediately looking right into her piercing eyes.
“The wine is good, don’t you think?” Maeral spoke calmly, with a look of innocence on her face. Her fingers spread across Peares’ thigh and squeezed gently.
“What are you doing?” Peares whispered, urgently.
She leant in close to him and whispered softly in his ear, “I meant it, you’re an attractive man, Peares.”
He put his hand on hers and moved it off his leg and onto the bench. “And I meant it, it’s not a good idea to get involved.”
Kennard seemed to tense as he watched the ruffians beginning to shove each other.
“Guys..” he said, without turning his head.
“Calm down, Kennard, there’s nothing to worry about.” Maeral seemed totally in control of herself as she spoke, her hand returning to Peares’ thigh, a little higher this time. “You just keep an eye on things there.”
Kennard took another drink of milk and sat alert beside Peares.
“We don’t need to be involved, Peares,” Maeral whispered, “I just want to have a bit of fun.”
“What? Here? Now?” Peares stuttered as he struggled to keep his voice down.
“Mhmm.. and it feels like you might want to have some fun too.” Maeral’s hand had found Peares’ thickness through his robes. Her slight fingers closed against the smooth fabric and gripped his shaft under the table.
Peares’ eyes widened.
“Yes,” she whispered, “I think I could have a lot of fun with this.”
She lifted herself up and sat herself over Peares’ lap, sideways, and facing Kennard. She reached beneath her and uncovered Peares’ legs by lifting his robes up to his waist. She lowered herself until she felt his stiffness pressing against her butt through her tightly laced leather breaches.
She pointed across the room suddenly “What’s he doing?” she said loudly right in Kennard’s ear.
“He’s getting wound up by those fellows there.” came Kennard’s response. “It looks like they’ve been drinking a fair while already and they’re getting lairy.”
“I see.” Maeral said, her face intent over Kennard’s shoulder. Her hand meanwhile had found Peares’, and was guiding his fingers to the laces down the back of her breaches.
Peares’ hands were shaking, and he looked at Maeral’s cute round butt on his lap, pressing down on his bare cock as she rolled her hips slowly and quietly. He glanced around and realised no one was taking any notice of the three of them, so he began to unfasten the knot in the string and release the laces hook by hook, revealing more of Maeral’s bare skin with each turn of his wrist.
She lifted her weight as he worked down lower, until he was able to tug the leather down to her thighs to reveal the sweet round curves of her ass. He couldn’t resist squeezing them and pinching them.
“Mhmm. I’m a little cold Peares, would you lend me a cloak so I can stay warm please?” Maeral’s voice was as innocent as an angel, but the way she ground her bum down on to his hard cock was full of wicked intent.
Peares draped a cloak over her shoulders and arranged it to cover her bare skin from sight, then reached beneath it and took hold of his shaft, holding it upright for Maeral to sit herself down onto.
His cockhead was thick and pushed awkwardly against Maeral’s cheeks. He used his free hand to pull them apart and she worked herself side to side until she felt his broad tip nuzzling her tight pussy. She had got herself wet teasing the guys, and once aligned she impaled herself slowly on Peares’ cock, right down to the base of his shaft.
She let out a moan as she felt it fill her, which she disguised by turning it into a question for Kennard to answer. “Nnngg-what will you do if they get too raucousssss Kennard?”
“You know what I’ll do, Maeral, I’ll go right over there and give them what for.”
“Mhmm, is that your answer to everything? Every naughty thing a person does requires punishment?” Her words stuttered a little as she began to rock forward and back on Peares’ cock. Peares meanwhile took hold of his wine glass and tried to look as nonchalant as possible while simultaneously feeling every inch of his penis being massaged by Maeral’s beautifully tight pussy. He leant his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, savouring this secret pleasure.
“Of course, every bad act must be punished, it’s my code.” Kennard’s voice was stern.
“You’re so pure, Kennard, everything is black and white for you. I admire you, you’re so strong and principled.”
“It is the way I have learnt to be.”
“What if there was a grey area, what if, say, a friend did something bad?” Maeral’s body was shivering from the pleasure she was getting from her secret seduction of Peares, and her mind tingled at the thrill of being so close to other people at the same time. Her pussy oozed wetness down Peares’ shaft, making her movements up and down easier and even more enjoyable. Peares was biting his lip and gripping his wine glass tight trying not to express the intense pleasure building within his body.
“Then I would have to punish that friend, it’s simple.” Kennard’s reply was matter of fact.
“Hypothetically, yes, but in reality, if you found a friend being naughty, would you punish them?”
“Of course.”
“How?” Maeral’s breath was starting to become laboured as she felt her core begin to tighten, a glistening golden globe forming deep inside her.
“It depends what they were doing.” Kennard, oblivious and intent on monitoring the thugs across the room, was feeling annoyed at Maeral’s questions.
“Say that you caught a friend doing something rude, like fucking in public.” Maeral could barely keep a straight face as she rocked harder and faster over Peares’ swollen cock. Peares had his head thrown back and was clenching his thighs and curling his toes trying not to let his body overcome his mind and ejaculate into his friend.
“Then I’d have to call them out. I’d shame them and make them understand how such things are wrong.” Kennard turned slightly to address Maeral. “Why these questions, Maeral, hey.. is there something wrong?” Kennard had suddenly noticed Maeral’s flushed cheeks and laboured breathing.
“Kennard..”
“Yes? Maeral, what’s wrong?”
“I’ve been a naughty girl.”
“What? What do you mean?” Kennard looked at her, puzzled.
“I’ve been a naughty girl, Kennard, I need you to punish me.” Maeral sat up suddenly, threw off the cloak Peares had placed over her shoulder and revealed herself to the room, half naked, bouncing vigorously on Peares’ cock.
Peares looked mortified, but at that moment he lost focus and his bodily impulse overtook him. He shook and shuddered, breaking the stem of his wine glass with his clenched fist and gripping hold of the table in front of him as he came deep inside his friend. His face contorted and he let out a loud moan as he spewed pulse after pulse of thick creamy cum up into her slick wet cunt.
Kennard looked at the two of them in horror.
“Whaa-aaat…?” His eyes took in the scene before him, and most particularly the lithe form of his friend Maeral, her sexuality oozing from every pore as she became still, then began to unfasten her bustier to reveal her soft round breasts.
“I need you to punish me, pure Knight.” The look of mock-innocence on her face tipped Kennard over the edge. His deeper shadows rose to the surface and he took his friend by the arm, lifting her quickly off Peares’ lap and throwing her face down over the table, spilling the glass and flagon across the rough wooden surface and onto the floor.
“You filthy bitch!” He cried, as he took off his armoured gauntlet and brought his hand down against her bare butt cheek.
“You filthy bitch!” He shouted, making the trio the focus of everyone in the tavern. He spanked her again, making her ass flush red with the print of his hand.
“You filthy elven whore! How could you?” Kennard’s words rang out across the crowd. Peares’ cum began to dribble out of Maeral’s glistening cunt and down her thighs.
“You fucking dirty little slut!” Kennard’s hand came down a third time on her butt, and then his fingers reached between her cheeks and smeared the cocktail of juices across her labia and over her perineum.
“Look at you! Look at yourself! Look at this! This cum, this mead of Satan, dripping from your purity, dripping, and oozing..” his words became less severe.
“Look at you, look at this..” he tailed off as his fingers spread the glistening moisture over her skin and around the puckered hole of her ass.
“Look at this..” he found himself unbuckling his thick leather belt and lifting his thick leather jerkin, tugging out his hardening cock and lining the tip up between her splayed thighs.
He reached forward to take a fistful of her hair, rubbed his swollen glans up and down between her labia then forced his cock against the slim brown star of her butt. She squealed and the crowd hushed as he pushed his length into her ass in one long, swift, deep stroke. “You little slut, elf,” he grunted as he began to fuck her butt, pinning her down on the table.
The crowd began to cheer and whoop as he got tougher and his strokes got faster. Peares stood up and positioned himself at her head, using his hands to open her jaw.
“Foul seductress!” he called out as he forced his cock into her mouth, making her taste her own juices from his revived erection.
She mumbled and moaned as she felt herself impaled at both ends by her best friends.
The Palladin skewered her ass with his fat cock, pounding her roughly, his plate mail armour slapping cold steel against the backs of her thighs as he fucked her harder and faster.
The mage fucked her mouth hard and fast too, joining the knight in his verbal abuse while the crowd jeered and swore and spat at her, making her body shine with saliva and sweat as she struggled against her impalers.
It wasn’t long before the furore reached a crescendo and the two men stiffened, simultaneously ejaculating, filling their friend with their thick white seed.
At the same time, her body shook and convulsed on the table beneath them, and as Peares withdrew from her mouth, thick globs of his cum dripping from her lips, she released a deafening squeal as an intense climax ripped through her svelte young body.
Kennard threw the cloak over her, “cover your shame, Maeral, and let this be a lesson to you.”
She began to laugh. “So haughty, my friend, so superior!” She mocked him with her words. “Peares has won his bet, and barely within an hour!”
Kennard stumbled. “What?”
“You arrogant prick!” She laughed again. “Kennard, the great pure Palladin, knight of Sir Ranulph de Bottelger, in service to the almighty God, has just befouled a maiden elf in front of all these good people!”
Kennard looked around.
“Seems you’re not so pure after all..”
“All the years.. my training.. my vows.. the shame..”
The Palladin stuttered and stammered as his face reddened and he rushed towards the tavern door. “You’ll regret this!” He shouted. His friends burst into laughter and cheered as the poor man slammed the door shut behind him, racing into the darkness.


**inspired by a fantasy girl**