The Dark Knight's Appetites

Gillian swayed to avoid the back of a patron’s chair as she delivered drinks in her parents’ inn in the tiny village of Sailaway. Her skirts swished to touch the arm of another man, Desmond, who reached out to playfully pat her bottom. She squirmed out of reach before he could give her the pinch she knew was coming.

Men.

A dime a dozen in this joint, and every one of them wanting a piece of her. Some nights they were a welcome diversion, but other times she just wanted some peace. It didn’t look like she’d be getting any of that tonight. It was a full house. Locals had come out to see a visiting musician, and he’d brought his own entourage. The new faces were welcome. A couple of them were downright handsome.

The dogs barked out front. Gillian had just brought the musician a small pitcher of water and a plate of food. She wiped her hands on her apron and looked out the front window, expecting to see another local come to indulge in music and drink in lonely Sailaway. Instead, her stomach dropped as she recognized the big black horse, and the big man in black who had just dismounted, his sword hanging straight at his side.

The Dark Knight of Lightloss.

Gillian’s heart thumped erratically. She’d been waiting for just such an opportunity.

She glanced down at the worn blue dress she’d put on for the evening. She looked around and thought maybe she had a second to slip out and change. She ducked into her room at the end of the hall, shoving the door with her foot, but forgetting to latch it. She tore off the worn dress, rummaging in her chest for a suitable replacement.

Suddenly, she heard the door close and a single footstep. Then she felt his hands on her hips, and his hard cock pressed against her slit through her underclothes. She looked up from the chest to find the intruder. Although she’d let him intrude on a number of occasions, so she didn’t exactly blame him for trying. “Not now, Lewis. I’m changing. I have a lot of work to do.” Lewis was a decent lover, and a good man, but not the sort she wanted all the time. He was also no comparison for the Dark Knight of Lightloss, who would any second be entering their establishment. She’d be damned if she let her mother be the one to show him to a table.