Tales of Viveria – A woman’s farmhand

Agonizingly scorching the earth sat, worn hands wiping sweat off his own brow, the harvest was heavy work.

He walked down a path laid of dirt and rocks with a wheelbarrow tumbling along the road in his hands. He delivered the foods to the head of the farm and was given his dues. It may have been hard labor, but the silver gained repayed in kind.

He sat on the edge of the fence, leaning against the wood as he tried putting any structure of thoughts together. Hand befalling his arm, he could only turn to feel a wet appendage up his cheek. The tongue went into the mouth of the beautiful woman with a chuckle “you taste of days hard work, and so young too..”

The young man sat the gate as he could only stare at the older woman, her hips swaying with the wind as she stared him down. Her complexion was a fair bronze skin, ruby eyes staring eight back at him. “Come, me and my friends would enjoy your company” she lent out a hand, and so he eagerly hopped over and accepted the offer by placing his hand in hers.

The mysterious woman put his hand around her own waist to plant on her plump behind, her body pressing close against him as she took in his scent, lightly grinding along with a moan. He allowed to to happen, embracing her courtesy by tightening his grip.

“So very willing, and ravishing, you are the man we need. Please, come” she then shifted to begin walking, still allowing his hand to pinch her rear as they walked into town. Soon they passed many in awe, many men with mouth agape as the farmboy strode through the streets as a king. The two eventually found themselves in a bathhouse, a luxury he never had the opportunity to see. Much less the chance to be led by such a striking woman.

They continued on towards a door, the house suspiciously quiet. The woman placed her hand on the entrance, graciously holding the door for the young man, and he entered now cautious, it was such an odd feeling.

He entered for the pleasant giggles to hit his ears, before him two women in thin cloth talking about small pleasantries. “Ladies, I’ve found quite the piece of work” the two women turned their gazes to look at him in glee, quickly walking towards him.

They too had a similar complexion to their beautiful skin, the two much smaller to the woman that brought him here, clearly to the boy it was the first one who led the group. He was then taken out of thought as they raised him arms and looked him over, feeling along his shoulders “my the boy is so tense and rigid, he’s built like an ox!” “You’d swear he could carry a mountain on those shoulders.”

The larger woman spoke again “I know, he’s also got a lustful tenacity that should be fun.” The two look at the leader in a pout and said in unison “you didn’t already have a shot with him?” She laughed “no no, I knew he would be an experience we’d all have to share.”

The boy couldn’t even find the space to speak.

“Though where are our manners?