Brian and Sir Tomas reached the third floor, arm in arm, Brian’s delicate elven limb crooked in the knights thickly muscled arm. “This is my room,” announced Sir Tomas, gesturing to the left, “and this is thine,” pointing to the right. It was right across the hall, just as the innkeeper had promised.
“Thank you very much, good Sir Tomas of Greyford,” replied Brian, with a bright smile. The devious doppelgänger placed the key in the lock, and opened the door. “This room looks like it will be just fine,” declared the elf. “Won’t you come in, good Sir Knight? I would like to hear of your exploits, if you care to tell them.”
“I suppose that I could share some tales, dear Lady,” replied Sir Tomas, following the elf into the room, “although I must be mindful not to sound too proud – I am told that it is a failing of mine.”
“I am sure that you have plenty to be proud of,” replied Brian, as he sat in the room’s only chair. “Why don’t you sit on the bed, Sir Tomas, you must be tired from riding all day in that armor.”
“I’m not sure that it would be proper, sitting in a lady’s bed and all,” replied the Knight.
“Nonsense,” laughed the elf, “you just make yourself comfortable, while I get us something to drink.” Brian arose, closed and locked the door to the room, and then returned to the bed with a bottle of wine and two glasses. “I hear this is a particularly good vintage,” smiled the elf, as she filled the glasses, and handed one to Sir Tomas.
The Knight looked at the elf’s scantily-clad body, and then gulped down the wine. A satisfied smile spread across Brian’s full, elfin lips; Sir Thomas’ pants bulged magnificently.
Rather than return to the chair, the elf-shaped doppelgänger joined the Knight on the bed. “Tell me about your adventures, Sir Knight,” she purred, resting her head upon Sir Tomas’ thick shoulder.
His tongue loosened by drugged wine, Sir Tomas began to tell tales of his latest triumphs – of battles with orcs, of battles with snake-men, of battles with worse. As he did so, Brian offered the Knight occasional sips of wine, further relaxing the big man. As the drinks warmed his body, he began to loosen his clothes, trying to cool off. When Brian assisted him in this, he offered no resistance. Within an hour, the hulking Knight had drunk the bottle of wine dry, and was naked but for his underwear, which strained to contain his impressive equipment.
Brian, the thrall doppelgänger in the form of a beautiful elf, moved in for the kill. He straddled Sir Tomas’s thick legs, running fine elven hands up and down the bulging thighs. Years of wearing heavy armor and swinging various weapons had given the tall Knight a powerful physique. Drunk and drugged, unable to think clearly, Sir Tomas did not resist as Brian removed his underwear, letting his thick manmeat spring free. “Damn,” gasped the elf, “that thing is nearly a foot long!”
“Yeah,” grinned Sir Tomas, “it’s seen a lot of action, too. I’ve fucked a lot of pussy with that monster right there.” The alcohol had clearly loosened his tongue – he had dropped all pretense of courtly manners. “You ready for this big thing?” he asked, his grin widening.
Brian smiled slyly in response, and then removed the little clothing that he was wearing, “I’m all yours, big man.”