Bottles of liquor, juices, fruits and breads were stocked on shelves behind him, read to be served. The smell of fresh eggs, potatoes and meats wafted in from the kitchen. Everything was set.
Lio and the Stone Flame (Part 1)
“I don’t need to apologize for anything.” Lio growled, pointing an accusing finger at the large, burly man in front of him. “You RAPED my wife!”
Lio was shorter than the man yelling at him in the full view of dozens of witnesses. He was well stout and completely hairless, Bo was the total opposite. He was tall, strong and covered with dark brown curly hair. His companions were similarly built though with lesser degrees of hair and not as broad his their leader.
“Are you going to take that accusation, Bo?” One of them jeered.
“You threw me out of tavern for no good reason!” Bo shouted at Lio. “Your wife deserved it!”
“You deserve to be hung by the neck!” Lio growled angrily.
“You are an arrogant, sniveling old man!” Bo snapped, shaking a fist at Lio. “Let us back in, or you’ll regret it!”
“No, I refuse to serve you anymore. Go find another hole to drown yourself in.”
Before Lio could react, Bo covered the short distance between them and punched him across the jaw, sending him reeling back in pain.
Chaos exploded around them as people began screaming and scattering like rats.
Bo jumped on him, throwing punches into head and chest in rapped succession. Lio was not a warrior, but he knew how to defend himself in a street fight. Bo’s surprise and superior size and speed however took him off guard. There was little use in fighting back, and all he could manage was to throw his arms up, and hope the guards would show up soon.
He felt warm, sticky blood run down his neck and face. His thoughts began to cloud over and his vision began to narrow. Visions of his wife, happy and content, smiled at him. His arms finally gave way and they fell to the cobble stone road. Blood pooled under his head as he lay there. He felt the weight of Bo being dragged off him just before he lost consciousness.
The previous day…
Lio Smithin opened the tavern as he had every day for the last twenty-three years. He washed the mugs, goblets and plates, stacked them carefully and scrubbed every surface in the place. Being one of Xonthians largest and most prestigious tavern inns, his patrons expected a cretin level of cleanliness. The Stone Flame, lovingly named by his wife, was an establishment merchants and heads of state frequented. It was one of the better respected places in town, and boasted the most comfortable rooms in all Xonthian.
Lio stood at the bar, looking around to ensure every candlestick holders had fresh new candles. The few guests he had staying upstairs in rooms would be coming down for breakfast soon. Bottles of liquor, juices, fruits and breads were stocked on shelves behind him, read to be served. The smell of fresh eggs, potatoes and meats wafted in from the kitchen. Everything was set.
He walked to the door and unlocked the two heavy bolts and then opened the door to peer out into the early morning light. The shade from the second floor blanketed the cold grey cobble stone road that lead north into the hard of Xonthian City.
“Good morning.” A man called across the fairway.
“Good morning, my friend.” Lio replied, waving gingerly to the cobbler.
Lio stepped back into the tavern, allowing the cool morning air to seep in. It was pleasant and smelled of baking bread and early morning freshness.
He inhaled deeply. “It will be a beautiful day.” He thought to himself.
Lio looked up to see a notable merchant from Port Orlins stroll down the stairs. Long dark blue robes clung loosely on his body.
“Good morning, Kallis.” Lio replied, nodding slightly. “You sleep well?”
“As always Lio, thank you.”
Kallis was one of the more prosperous merchants. Even though the war has put a strain on shipping goods of any kind, Kallis has managed to remain a very wealthy man.
Lio turned to enter the kitchen and nearly ran his wife two decades over.
“Oh, I’m sorry hon!” Lio said, smiling and placing his large hands on her slender shoulders to keep her from falling over.
“It’s ok.” Krystal smiled warmly, planting a kiss on his lips. “Everything all set out here?”
“Yes.” He said, following her into the kitchen. “That food smells wonderful. Bacon? Potato’s?
“New recipe I’m trying. The idea came to me last night as I was trying to fall asleep.”
Lio frowned. “I must not have done my job well enough.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that, I was properly swoon and weak limbed after.” Krystal grinned, placing a finger on his lips as they stood beside the stove.
“Oh, good. Don’t want to step out of practice.” He said, kissing her finger.
“I’ll take a plate out to Kallis.”
Lio turned and left her to plate the food. He returned to the tavern to see Kallis sitting at the bar talking to another patron, Lio couldn’t recall the second man’s name but greeted him pleasantly nonetheless.
“What can I get you gentlemen to drink?”
“Mead for me.” Kallis replied.
“Same.” His companion responded with a smile.
Krystal entered and the men’s heads perked up to the intense smell of bacon, and herbs.
“Oh man, that smells great.” Kallis grinned eagerly.
She set the plates down and turned to leave, smacking Lios rump playfully as she passed.
He grinned over his shoulder and before setting the goblets of mead down in front of their guests.
“Excuse me for a moment.” Lio said to his guests before leaving them to their meals.
Lio entered the kitchen and walked over to where Krystal was cleaning some dishes in the back of the room. He walked up behind her and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her, just under her plump breasts.
“Hey now, what do you think you’re doing?” She squirmed playfully.
“I better make up for last night’s drab performance.”
Krystal giggled and turned around. “Right now?”
Lio ran his hands slowly down her back to hold on to her nice and ample buttocks.
She squeaked slightly. “We have guests!”
“So you better be quit.” He grinned, as he hiked her dress up.
Krystal’s hands moved down to Lio’s breeches and untied them, before sliding her hand in.
“Mmmmm…” He moaned. “Your hand is wet.”
“I was doing dishes.” She purred.
He pulled her around to the stack of wheat and rice bags, pinning her against them as she rubbed him lovingly in her hands.
Lio leaned over and kissed her passionately, pulling her skirt up he stood between her legs. She guided him to her and he pushed in. He watched her as she her bottom lip, in attempt to contain a moan of pleasure.