The merchant set off for the village and took care of business with only half his attention on work. Was it any wonder that he couldn't get Beauty out of his thoughts? She was every man's dirty dream, wicked fantasy! And he was very possessive of her, especially now. Maybe he'd always meant to make her his; after all, hadn't he ridden off all potential suitors for her? He didn't want his little girl getting married to some bum and moving away from home where he could keep a watchful eye on her.
And he had been keeping a watchful eye on her for a while nowβspying on her as she dressed in the mornings, as she bathed in the pond... Just thinking about that soft white skin of her perky pink tipped tits made him ache for her. And that soft round ass of hers made him want to do things to it that he'd never considered doing to anyone before. The more he thought about her delicate naked body, the more thankful he was for the long cape he wore that covered his hard-on from everyone he met with.
His mind was consumed with the images and scents of his beautiful young daughter. Particularly that tight little pussy... Oh, what he'd do to that pussy tonight!
Unfortunately, in his preoccupation with his daughter's sweet pussy, the merchant lost track of time and didn't realize that a storm was brewing in the near distance. Suddenly a clash of thunder echoed in the heavens and a streak of lightning illuminated the dusky sky. The rain quickly followed and the poor horse could hardly see his way through the gale. It took all of the merchant's efforts to stay seated on his nervously jerking horse as gusts of wind threatened to lift him from his seat.
He lost track of time but he knew that they were well off the main dirt road, and with a sinking heart he knew that he was lost. Cold and weary, the merchant was quickly losing all hope of finding an inn when he suddenly noticed a light, like a beacon, shining brightly from the middle of the dark wood.
Lost, cold and hungry, the merchant pushed his horse on until he came to a castle. Finding shelter for his horse, the merchant made his way to the castle's main door and banged on it with the huge brass knocker. No answer.
"Hello! Is anybody there?!" he shouted, his voice competing with the gale blowing around him. He tried again, but no one came to greet him. Plucking up enough courage, he tried the door handle and to his amazement it was unlocked. He pushed his way into the front hall, shutting the thick door behind him.
Shelter at last!
He looked around at his surroundings and was quite impressed with the brightly lit rooms and the quality of the furniture and the paintings on the walls. Again he called out, but again he got no answer. He ventured further and came across the dining hall inside which was a long table and a steaming hot meal already set out on the table. Not a man to let a good meal go to waste, he sat down and took his fill of the succulent foods before him. It didn't take long for the hearty meal to weave its soporific spell on him and soon he made his way upstairs in search of a pillow to lay his weary head on. Surely the owner wouldn't begrudge him that, especially in such a terrible storm.