The Trials of Valeriya 2; Chapter 1/15 - Sex Stories

The Trials of Valeriya 2; Chapter 1/15

... him. Reluctantly she got up to her feet and started for the commotion. The big Alfelder shifted and Valeriya spotted the “little man” he had cornered. And it was just as she suspected—a Cincuman. Everyone knew there’s no love lost between the Alfelders and their neighbors—the little marsh-folk. Cincu had been a part of Alfeld once—until the lowly marsh-folk chomped off a healthy bit of land for themselves, with backing from the hated Laski Empire, no less. That was nearly a hundred years ago, but the Alfelders still hated the Cincumen with passion. What’s this fool doing here? Valeriya wondered. “Just leave me be,” the Cincuman said with a level voice. “I just want food and lodging.” He’s keeping his head, Valeriya thought. Good. If it’s one thing she disliked, it’s the big bullying the little. “Not until you sing little man!” The Alfelder poked the Cincuman on the shoulder with a thick forefinger, causing him to stagger back a step. Cincumen are a merry folk, renowned for their humorous songs, with the Alfelders being the butt of the jokes in many such ballads. “Get off me!” The Cincuman shoved the big Alfelder with both hands, but failed to budge him even an inch. Ooo … A feisty one! Valeriya thought, perhaps too brave for his own safety. “Why you little—” The Alfelder grabbed the little man by the lapel of his coat and raised his fist, intent on pounding some marsh-sense into him. Valeriya did not want the Cincuman beaten up—she was quite fond of the gentle people. But ...

... what could I do? If I interfere, the big guy would then have a problem with me! He’s too big to handle bare handed, and if I use magic or steel against an unarmed man, the whole of Vorderreuth would then have a problem with me! Valeriya remembered the big guy buying her a couple of drinks. Though not a charmer by any means, she supposed he behaved well enough. Now what did he say his name was? “I think you’ve got me all tanked-up, Jan,” Valeriya stumbled onto the big Alfelder, leaning heavily onto his raised arm. Her breath smelled of mead, her voice was slurred, her legs all wobbly. The blonde belle looked positively inebriated. “Take me away from here, my head hurts.” The man, clearly annoyed at first, soon realized what had just landed on his lap, and was instantly in a quandary. What should he choose? Punch the offensive runt? Or pound the capricious wench? “It’s Jörg, babe. And I’ll be just a minute.” He managed a somewhat reassuring smile, and tried to free his arm from her. “Let me take care of him first,” he pulled the Cincuman closer. “Oh!” Valeriya gasped, holding the fingers of her raised right hand in front of her mouth, looking positively taken aback, leaving no doubt whatsoever about what she made of the situation. Inside her head she laughed, and gave herself a pat on the back for her acting prowess. It did look like the big Alfelder was going to make out with the little Cincuman from the way he was holding him now. “Jan … where are you, Jan?” Valeriya stumbled ...