* As a note before reading, this series doesn't skimp on sex scenes at all with at least one sex scene per chapter, but it will include a good bit of plot, character development, and world building along the way. Because of that, this might not be the kind of story you're looking for if you ONLY want to read something with non stop sex so no hard feelings if you would rather read something with a quicker pace. My main focus with writing this is to work on my prose and story telling while still having fun so don't hesitate to give me feedback and constructive criticism! Keep in mind that due to limited free time, it will include limited editing as a result so I can move on quicker, so my apologies for any spelling or grammatical errors. With all that said, hope you enjoy! :D *
Chapter 1 - Willow POV
The kingdom had many flaws, among them were the seemingly neglected country side roads; or at least that's all Willow had cared about for the past two weeks. She squirmed on the bench made of wood of the same name, twisting and turning her body in a desperate attempt to alleviate the constant pressure on her joints. Her upright back ached. Her pale legs tingled. Her wide hips throbbed. Even her shapely butt could not provide enough padding to cushion the constant rattling of her internal organs. Surely Nylstone couldn't be much further... She thought; though she had been telling herself that for the past five hours.
The ruts and pot holes nearly shook her busty chest out of her bodice more times than she was comfortable with over the course of the journey. It took all of the first four days before she learned how to steady herself upon the once unfamiliar courier cart as if she were first mate on a dingy sailing the choppiest sea. Once soft hands turned gritty and scraped from gripping the edge of the bench between her legs and squeezing her thighs to support her lower body while her upper arms closed in tight on either sides of her breasts to support her top. Initially her cheeks blushed a bright pink at the thought of giving her driver and new friend a show with her cleavage propped up and on full display, but they both accepted it as normal now. Surely it beat the alternative of them slipping out of her dress completely, not to mention the fact that she greatly appreciated the much needed extra support.
"Don't squirm your way completely out of the cart." Rhylann said, followed up with a small chuckle. "I think I would break a rib from laughing too hard if you fell overboard." She must have been more restless than she thought if he took notice without taking his eyes off of the road.
"How are you not squirming... Is your ass made of iron?" She whined. Rhylann had a solid body without an ounce of fat on him, but surely bone on hard wood would be less than desirable. The fact that he had not moved a muscle below his shoulders since they mounted their seats early that morning was all the more impressive.
"For all you know I have one massive callous for a bottom. It'll happen to you too if you stick around on this thing long enough. It would likely be the worlds greatest tragedy." He outright laughed at his own joke. As always. This time, Willow couldn't help but join in.
The entire right side of the cart suddenly sank into a rut, tilting so far that Willow felt as if she could have reached out and touched the ground for a brief second before they snapped back upright. "Trust me, I pray that this journey will be both my first and my last." Willow said as she quickly readjusted her barely secure cleavage and brushed her long brown hair out of her face. Rhylann continued to sit as still as a statue as if nothing had happened.
"Have you even decided what you're going to do for work yet? I'll be able to pull some strings at the inn to get you a few nights stay and some modest meals but the earlier you get something steady the better." Rhylann said. "You'd be surprised how many jobs are available in the cities, but how few of them are actually worth the effort you put in. If you really are as skilled in sewing as you said, you could make pretty good money as a seamstress. Not to mention you avoid all of the con men who would sell your soul for a rack of lamb and the drunken brawlers constantly trying to prove how tough they are."
The question had been on Willow's mind the second she fled from home, yet she somehow felt even more unsure as time went by. "I know, I know. I just don't know if I could make a decision before seeing what working in a city is actually like. All I know is that I want to work with people if I can get it. Even if most of them aren't very kind, I don't think I would ever get bored at the very least. Something like a bar maid sounds exciting!"
Rhylann let out a low, drawn out groan. "I don't know, you definitely wouldn't have any problem finding a job as a bar maid. I'm sure you could probably fill even the most rundown tavern night after night with your presence, but city men already get too handsy, let alone after a long night of drinking." Willow opened her mouth to answer before he cut her off as he rambled on. "Not to say you can't handle yourself. I'm just sayin a place where you are constantly slapping guys hands away from your ass and chest usually isn't the most comfortable place for a woman, especially one from the country."
Willow blushed at how protective of her he seemed and made sure to pause before trying to answer this time. "Thank you for your concern, and I'll keep that in mind, but I don't think I can spend day after day alone in a dingy back room sewing up strangers sweat and blood stained trousers anymore. I could've stayed back home if I were going to do that." The cart creaked as it hit another pot hole. "Besides, just because there are a lot less men where I'm from, doesn't mean they aren't just as drunk and handsy. I've had about a decades worth of experience slapping boys and mens hands away from my tits and ass; really it's like I've been training for a job like that since the day I became a woman."
Rhylann nodded in agreement. "I don't doubt that to be true at all." He said with a bit of a blush himself, most likely at the thought of men pawing at her body. He was so cute when looked uncomfortable; it only made Willow want to tease him even more. "I'm sure all men from the cities aren't like that anyways. You were a complete stranger when I asked you for a ride, and you haven't tried to grab my boobs once even though they have been bouncing around on full display for two weeks straight..." An awkward silence hung in the air. "... Unless you got a squeeze while I was sleeping!?"
"No! No way I would, uh.. I would never... That's..." Rhylann stuttered trying to come up with a response. Willow giggled and decided to put him out of his misery. She leaned over and craned her neck upwards just far enough to kiss his stubbly cheek. "Relax, I'm just joking! But seriously, thank you. I might have been stuck in that little village for the rest of my life if it wasn't for you. Living in little more than a shack with my shitty parents. I wouldn't have thought how much one man could change my life, and to top it all off, you've been a perfect gentlemen the entire time and have treated me like a proper lady."
Rhylann finally relaxed and flashed her the most genuine smile she had ever seen before letting out a deep sigh. "I was so close to making it an entire day without you fucking with me too." They both had a good belly laugh knowing it was inevitable. "I take back what I said before," Rhylann continued. "You know how to play a mans mind like it's nothing. There won't be a man in the known world that would get the best of you between that and your apparent slapping experience." Willow wrapped her arms around his, allowing his bicep to press firmly between her breasts as she clung on to him for support. She was sure Rhylann was enjoying it, but she was surprised how safe and comfortable being so close to him made her feel. For at least the next few minutes, the last thing she wanted to do was let go.
The late afternoon sun started to dip beneath the tree line before the castle walls came into view. Willow had since returned to her own seat on the bench, yet now there was no need for her perfected riding technique. The once dirt road had turned to steady cobblestone. The tree line that once formed a tall, brushy wall on either side of them had now turned to fields filled with huts and the occasional rotting farm house. The steady clopping of horseshoes on stone seemed as soothing as a lullaby causing her to lean back and relax for the final hour of the trip.
As they drew closer, the road steadily became littered with men, women, and even some children, all mixed together wearing tattered tunics, dirt caked skin, and worn faces. Willow sat back up straight, unable to relax while watching them hardly be able to drag themselves back to their homes after a long days work. She suddenly regretted her constant complains along their journey. The uneven roads, her parents lack of affection, sewing ripped trousers, they all felt so trivial now. The mass of people in front of her now looked no different than walking corpses.
"I take it this is the most people you've ever seen in one place before?" Rhylann asked. He must have noticed the shock and confusion on her face. "Well, yeah, they could fill my village twenty times over. But it's not just that; they look as if they could drop dead at any moment. That's no kind of life to live." Willow responded.
"They don't have a choice I'm afraid. Like I said, well paying jobs are scarce, and not everyone is fortunate enough to be born with natural wit or physical skill. The inner city working class jobs are only reserved for those with one talent or another such as your sewing. These people only live to serve and follow orders for next to nothing because it is all they can do." Willow shuttered at how nonchalantly he could insult them with no attempt to lessen his voice. She watched the surrounding peasants, sure they had heard, but no retaliation came. Every man she knew wouldn't hesitate to stand up for themselves, even if the insults were true. All the fight seemed to have been sucked out of them.
"I know we don't have much left, but maybe we should give them what food we have left since we will be eating at the inn tonight anyways. At least help out some of the children. I can't stand to see them so thin and fragile looking." Willow whispered. Rhylann nearly gasped at the suggestion. "Absolutely not!" He made sure to lean in and whisper this time. "If you stop and show even the slightest intention of giving anything away, it becomes a feeding frenzy deadlier than any shiver of sharks. You could help a few sure, but the other several thousand that got nothing won't stop until they do. I've seen it first hand just a few years back."
Willow shrunk down into her seat as far as possible, making sure to keep her arms tucked beside her body and her lips locked. They continued on right through the teeth of the mob until only a few stragglers were overshadowed by the city walls towering over them, higher than any cliff face she had seen. Willow figured they were most likely built by the ancestors of the very peasants they had just passed centuries ago. As solid as the walls appeared, they did little to restrain the clanking and murmuring of a bustling city.
