Starting Over

Reg reined in his stallion around the corner from the Explorer’s District. Steering his beast around, he sat and gazed in the direction of Sophie’s home with a smile. Now there was a woman! Such a lush figure – one that wouldn’t break under a good hard pounding. The girls he knew were all so fragile and twiggy in his opinion. And the women in the guild took themselves way too seriously, like they had to prove something all the time. Fine, fine – you are a woman and you can handle blood. Reg drummed his finger on the pommel of his saddle. Sophie seemed to have a real sense of humor and boldness – her legendary raid on the trolls proved that. And wrapped in leather was such a nice bonus.



Grinning, he wheeled the horse back toward the central hall. He’d better change his thoughts before plate mail got too restrictive. But Reg could have sworn he caught her eyeing him over several times, and by the pretty crimson of her cheeks, she was quite possibly attracted to him as well.



But bedding a fellow member of the guild on their first day is never a wise move. Best to get to know the lady first. Reg hadn’t been in a relationship for a while, since the last serious one soured and the bar girls tended to grow too clingy. Ugh – he could feel his cock swelling and straining against the confines of his armor – this could get painful. It has been way too long since he had experienced the pleasures of a woman. It would be wiser to head back to his room at the inn than back to the pub, considering his ‘condition’.



He gave Diamond’s reins to the stable master outside of the inn and strode through the door. He gave a friendly wave to the barmaid and trudged up the stairs. It was a good night to retire early. Pansy, the ever-desperate waitress, gave him a sultry wink as she passed him in the hallway. “Hope she doesn’t have x-ray vision – she might think she caused my condition” he thought wryly. Pansy was attractive enough, but she was obviously bedding as many men as she could until she could find one to bully into marriage and get her out of working. Sloppy seconds was bad enough – sloppy twenty-fifths were not worth contemplating.



The room was small and cozy, with a crackling fire already snapping in the hearth. He locked the door, stretched, and started to remove layers of cloth and metal. At least the paladin armor was magical – a person could never move around in the stuff, disrobe, and dress themselves without the aid of enchantments. The plate came off in lightweight sections and started to repair itself – an automatic charm that activated every time it was not in contact with skin.



Once all the metal was off, Reg sat down in the chair by the fire and took a swig of wine from a skin in his bag. Now wearing nothing but a pair of lightweight linen pants, he glanced down to see his manhood still swelling, laying heavily against his left leg and growing by the second. He teasingly ran his palm down the length of it, and felt his balls twitch with pleasure. Oh well, he could always pretend it was the willing mouth of a certain plump dwarf instead of his own ministrations.



Untying the drawstring of the pants, he pulled the waistband loose and freed his engorged member with a firm grasp. Waving in the flickering firelight, his cock was strong and thick and proud – a weapon worthy of a paladin. Slowly he stroked it, leaning back and enjoying the throbbing pressure building in his balls. Oh for a willing woman without the head games! The willing smile, boisterous laugh and red lips of the dwarf came readily to mind as he stroked slowly, slowly approaching his climax.



With a grunt of pleasure Reg gave his pole one final pull as he threw his head back with pleasure and shot his seed, arching in the air and landing, popping, in the fireplace. With a hiss of release, he collapsed limply back in his chair and felt his body melt into a relaxed state. He was really going to have to get laid – he felt satiated for now, but tomorrow he would be as horny as ever.