You approach the keep and the nearer you draw, the warmer you feel. It seems to radiate heat, but not in an uncomfortable way. The way the pleasant heat spreads throughout your body almost feels as if you have drunk some of your mother's hot spiced wine.
You climb the broken, cobbled steps carefully and are surprised to find the heavy iron-banded door slightly open. Like a moth you are drawn in by the light to see a feast spread out on the table for you, wine and cheese, bread and stew. Your belly grumbles plaintively, but this all seems strange.
"What is such a beautiful young thing as you doing out here alone?" The voice is female, and it oozes at you from every direction, sending a shudder through your body.
The woman steps forward from shadow and you see that she is tall and beautiful, with pale white skin and flowing red hair. She wears a crimson blouse and skirt of the same shade as her curled locks, her large breasts pushed upwards by a corset. Her golden eyes twinkle mischievously and her painted lips shine in the flickering lamp light.
"I...am...," you croak, your voice hoarse from lack of drink.
She shushes you with a finger and comes forward, taking you by the elbow, her touch electrifying.
"Sit down my dear," she leads you to the head of the table, "please, eat and drink well. You will need your strength."
You think to ask her why but the food is so inviting. You tear into it greedily while she sits and watches, a pleased smile on her beautiful face. She sips occasionally from a goblet of wine.
"My name is Anja," she tells you in her rich and enticing voice. "I would love to have you as my guest tonight."
You simply nod your head, unable to do anything but stare into those beautiful golden eyes.
"I...," she toys coquettishly with one of her locks of hair, "I have only one bed, but it's very spacious. We will have to share it."
You nod again, wiping your mouth with a silk napkin. You feel as if you are in a trance as the beautiful redhead she leads you to the bedroom. You feel a warm knot of anticipation in your belly as her hand pulls you to the bed. She takes your cloak and exclaims when her hand touches your blouse.
"Oh, why this is damp," Anja says with a wink, "it must come off."
She unties the laces and pulls it over your head. Your large breasts are comfortable in the warm bedroom, but your nipples are erect with excitement. Her finger tip brushes one as she removes your blouse and the sensation is electrifying.
She stares deeply into your eyes again.
"My dear Melena," she says with a smile. "What shall we do now?"
An erotic thrill races through your body and you feel your face flush as you stare lustily at the shapely woman standing before you. |