50 More Sexcapades novel Chapter 1

"Stop ogling and pick up your speed, Elsa! The crowd of drunken men is growing by the second, and the beers won't drink themselves," Patsy scolded with a gentle pinch on my arm. I giggled, peeking out once more at the raucous men. Knights, sailors, swordsmen, nobles, and others. It truly was hard to tell anymore- everyone was starting to look and sound the same.

I loaded another round of beers onto my circular serving platter and hoisted it onto my shoulder, carefully going through the revolving gates back into the hall.

It was a special night indeed, and I was enjoying every second of my time here despite the quite spirited guests in attendance. You see, tonight was the annual Feast of Lions, hosted by none other than King Robert Astorus the Third. The country's most honorable residents gathered for three days at the royal palace and enjoyed lavish carnivals, duels, plays, feasts, and spirits. Alcohol flowed freely all hours of the day, as did orgasms thanks to the gladly welcomed whores from the city's most exclusive brothels.

Elsa, a simple tavern girl, was invited along with the other ladies she worked with, to serve guests during the three-day festival. She happily obliged thanks to the generous pay and opportunity to peek into the lives of the rich and famous of The Eyrie.

"There you are, my lords. Dark brewed ales, and there's more where that came from" she said, bending over to place the drinks in front of three semi-wasted men. The one closest to her muttered, "there sure is" and had a hearty slap at her generous behind. Elsa blushed and straightened.

"What's the matter, love? With that ass and those tits, you oughta be in a warm bed with a cock in each hole instead of back in the kitchen. Guarantee you'd earn yourself enough gold to last you a couple of lifetimes."

The men chuckled and winked brazenly at the young maiden. She simply blushed once again and hurried back to the kitchen.

Patsy saw the bemused look on her face as she entered and shook her head. "What now? Did a handsome young knight compliment you out there? Did he say your eyes reminded him of the Sea of Dothras on a warm summer day?"

Elsa giggled. "Not quite, no."

"Good. Because those men out there are only looking for one thing and one thing only," Patsy scolded with a jeering snort.

Or perhaps they're looking for three things? Elsa said to herself, immediately turning red at the naughty thought.

"We're running low on honeyed wine up here. If you wouldn't mind girl, run down to the cellar and bring back a crate full," another serving girl, Sarabeth, asked.

Elsa took delight in a respite from the kitchen. It was exceedingly fun being in there with all the gossip and story swapping, but she was just waiting for the next opportunity to do some exploring and this was certainly her chance.

Pinching her cheeks to rouge them ever so slightly, Elsa slinked out behind the kitchen and walked with no haste across the courtyard. Men of all ages turned to look at her and several made shameless propositions that alone made her feel some wetness down there. She may have been a simple tavern girl with no titles or riches to her name, but she was quite beautiful.

Freshly 18, the girl had grown into a buxom figure that was only enhanced from her serving uniform of a silky white, low-cut top and a hip-hugging black skirt over a pair of fishnet stockings. Her wheat-colored hair was long, smooth, and plaited perfectly down her back. The heat from the kitchen and constant movement throughout the day had left her stone smooth cheeks red as a blushing maid.

Elsa miraculously evaded the boisterous crowd outside on the spacious patio towards the rear of the palace, where the sea of the cellar sat distinctly. To access the cellar, Elsa had to quietly enter the backcourt of the palace, go through the staff chambers, and then proceed to descend down the rather unsightly and creaky ladder.

She hopped up the staircase and paused to turn and look at the expansive countryside of Eyrie beneath the magnificent rolling hills that spread out from beneath the palace like an immaculate sheet of green.

Elsa seemed to lose track of time as she soaked in the breathtaking views. It was like staring into the depths of a masterly created painting. She was so absorbed at the moment, she hardly heard the click of a door behind her and the approaching footsteps.