Taming the Beast Master

An Offering Plate?

| Tyrgwynn | 

    As I entered my room, it was quite spacious. The night view of the town square by the window added quite a charm to this small farming town of Longsaddle. Lights made of this unknown quartz fashioned the streets. A few townsfolk walked around at dusk, cleaning their stalls and a few of them closed up shop. The blacksmiths continued their forge after dusk.

    I walked over to the balcony, looked farther at the distance and saw my home. Silver Mountains - where my parents lay hidden. I'd better get Mother Ecaeris cured soon. 

    Seeing the mountains brings my body to shift to my true form. As Selunae shines her Moon over the realm, I look up to her and I feel my elven body grow scales. Just as I was about to shift completely, I hear two knocks on the door. 

    "My Lady? It's Bronir - the guy that sat beside ye earlier. I'd like to speak with ye. Are ye still up?" 

    Myrnessa made a PSST sound in my head. "Let him in. Chance to bed with a human." 

    I ignored her. What is up with this human? I shifted my form back to my elven self, put on my silk robes and walked over to the door to listen to his heartbeat. He sounded nervous, not life-threatened. I slowly unhinged the lock and opened the wooden door slightly.

    "How can I help you, dear Sir Bronir? Apologies, I'm afraid I'm not properly dressed for visitors just yet," I asked in a hushed voice, peeking through the slit of the door. Mr. Tickles is taking a peek through the slit. He pecks the door a few times as if asking for them to come in. 

    "Oh, uh... I was wonderin' if we could share a meal with you and speak to you about the plans for tomorrow," he replied, matching the volume of my voice over the door. He hesitated to look through the door space I opened, but he was holding a platter of roasted meat and potatoes. Are those berries with it? My, my. What a gentleman he is when he's sober. And he smelled way better now than how he was earlier. He even looks better. 

    "Give me a moment, let me change first." I closed the door, tied my corset and fixed the silk robe covering the rest of my body to my knees, making sure the scales in my arms are barely showing. I did a quick sweep of my garments that were over the bed and tossed them in a closet in the far corner. I walked barefoot to the door and opened it. 

------| Bronir |

    I climbed the stairs on my way to my room that the gorgeous elf paid for me. "Man, it's my lucky day," I whispered to Mr. Tickles, and he agreed. We have an understanding, kind of like translating animal-speak. It serves as our pact of loyalty to each other. He's my familiar, after all. 

    Wait, where was the giant-ish guy? I looked over to the table where he sat earlier, but he's gone. Oh well, maybe he already left. 

    As I got to the hallway, I saw the giant guy standing in front of a room. Well, he's not exactly a giant. More of a foot and a half larger than me, but he's still muscular in build and way taller than I am. He had straps of leather tied to his shoulders and one across his chest, perhaps his harness for any weapon. He has no shirt on, but he had some expensive-looking pants and boots. Black and velvety, in fact. I was at the end of the hallway and he looked over to my direction. He is huge. I've seen his kind. A goliath! Damn, this is a weird day for me! 

    I looked for room number 7. Ah, here it is - right across the goliath. I fished for the keys in my pocket when a shadow crept over mine. He went up close to me and blocked the light on the hallway. 

    "Uh, about the posting you saw," he spoke in a low voice, "I am also interested. Name is Morgoth."

    He held out his hand and I shook it. "Bronir. Bronir Brimstone. A pleasure to meet you, Morgoth. Well, the lady needed rest, so I guess we can speak about the plan over breakfast tomorrow." 

    He nods. I nod back and opened my door. "See ya then." 

    "Nice to meet you, Bronir Brimstone. See you tomorrow," Morgoth spoke when he entered the room and locked it. 

    I shrugged. It's not every day that you meet goliaths. I brought my stuff in, locked the door and headed to the window. The room is cozy and spacious, but nature is where I truly belong. Growing up in a family of hunters made my life easier to survive in, even without all this luxury. Still, there are times that I can't help but wish that I was rich. Having Mother's amulet has given my neck a strain. It's what I have left under my family name. That and the thousands of gold in the reserve that the Lord Baelich stole from all the hunters in our town. Greedy bastard. I will get my hands on what is mine. 

    Right now, I'm focused on whom I can get first. I am f*****g entranced with that lady elf. She's way older than I am but I felt her youthful essence. Plus, she smelled amazing. I've always been a boobs-man. I snapped my fingers to Mr. Tickles, a cloud of green dust manifested around him and he instantly became a 4-foot brown otter as the dust dispersed. 

    "Now, don't skitter too much, Tickles. Join me in the bath, I need your thoughts on something." 

    'Sure thing, master,' he responded as he slowly took light steps and headed to the bath. He opened the huge basin and pumped water in it. As soon as it was filling halfway, he stepped in and laid on his back. 

    "Now, now. Look at you. You're filthy, young man. How am I supposed to take a bath with you in it?" 

    He gave low squeaks, which translated, 'Well, you should have gone in first, then. Are you joining or not? I put the lather in," then he swished his body to lather the soap he put in. 

    "Uuuugh, fine." I stepped into the bath with Mr. Tickles and fills the bath again with water until it's up to my neck as I sit down in the basin. "That elf lady is beautiful." 

    'Yes, she is. But she's no elf. She smelled different. Even her essence - not human,' spoke Tickles as he gave a series of gurgles. 

    "Nonsense. She's an elf. Maybe she smelled like that because she's older than us," then I laughed. 

    'No, master. She smelled like a different creature. Like -.' the series of gurgles stopped. 

    "Like what?" 

    'I guess my nose is not working right because I have not eaten yet,' he continued as he put his paws up and rubbed soap on his watery cheeks. 

    "I brought you some berries from the platter downstairs. You can get some if you want. But take light steps, you hear?" 

    The water swooshed and made waves as the giant otter was wriggling out of the water. He patted dry on the towel hung by the bath door and he sniffed his way over to my bag to eat 2 plates worth of berries. 

    I really want to get laid. I washed my hair with the soapy water and I grabbed the sharp dagger that I have on my belt. I cut my hair short. I shaved it to a fade on the sides, then I left a few inches of my chocolate brown waves on the top part. I look quite dashing with this look. I also shaved and trimmed my beard to leave a short goatee in my chin, apart from the stubble just under my lower lip. My blue eyes are showing more on this new look of mine. 

    As I put my towel on, it pulled snug under the muscles that formed a V just above my hip. They called this the Adonis Belt. I didn't know anyone named Adonis, but he may have been a hot topic for girls. I wonder if this will be interesting enough for Tyrgwynn. Man, oh man, she sure put my mind in a good place. 

    Mr. Tickles side-eyed me, then squealed, "You sure you're just going there to talk? Looks like you have some BIG plans." 

    "Hahaha! Of course, I am sure! Now, let me just change so I can head there early. No point heading there late at night, anyway, " I nervously chuckled as I put my white tunic and gray trousers on. I also wiped the grime off my black boots. "Do I need to change you to your true form?" 

    'No. I like flying lately. Explain to her first before I change to my true form, if ever. I like the pretty elf lady,' Mr. Tickles purred. 

    "Me too, kid. Me, too," then I snapped my fingers to change his form back to a raven. Another cloud of green dust swirled the giant otter and a corvid perched on the bedpost as the spell finished. 

    My c**k is too excited to get laid, and I don't think this is going down in a few minutes. I shouldn't be wearing these gray trousers. 

    'Do I really have to come with, master?' he gave an unsure tone as he squawked. 

    "Yes. Otherwise, I might just get laid. Now, let's go down and get us some food to offer," I insisted as I motioned to the door. Tickles took a perch on my shoulder as I was halfway out the door. I locked it quickly and bought a platter of meat, potatoes, and berries from Berish. I was about to grab my purse when he stopped me and told me that the rich lady guest already paid on my behalf. Upon hearing that, a smile stretched to my ears and I hurriedly went back up to the elf lady's quarters. Berish gave me a thumb up. 

    My heart is thumping. I'm like a giddy young boy about to give flowers to a girl he likes. I heard some whooshing inside. She might still be up. I took five deep breaths before I knocked twice. 

    "My Lady? It's Bronir - the guy that sat beside ye earlier. I'd like to speak with ye. Are ye still up?" I spoke in a low voice, so as not to let anyone else hear me across the hall. 

    The wind-like sound stopped. She's definitely awake. A few moments later, I heard her footsteps approach and the door unhinge.

    "How can I help you, dear Sir Bronir? Apologies, I'm afraid I'm not properly dressed for visitors just yet," she gently spoke. The door was slightly open, but I can see her perky breasts through the thin silk robe she's wearing. Mr. Tickles kept on knocking the door, signaling her to let us in.

    "Oh, uh... I was wonderin' if we could share a meal with you and speak to you about the plans for tomorrow," I nervously spoke as I showed her the platter in my hand. I saw her mint-green eyes glisten over the sight of berries. Adorable. But I noticed something on her arm - scales? That's new. 

    "Give me a moment, let me change first."

She closed the door. A few moments and shuffling of items after, she unhinged the door and opened it entirely. Right then, I saw the visage of the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Black corset. Lovely. f*****g sexy, too. The silk robe gave my trousers a tighter feel again. 

    "Good evening, Sir Bronir, Mr. Tickles. Come in, " she gestured for us to enter. In a heartbeat, Mr. Tickles flew in and perched on the lower bedpost. I took a good look around her room. It was twice more spacious than mine, and the bed looked cozier. Heck, there's even a dresser in here for her to fix herself up. Perfect for a beautiful woman. She took the platter off my hands in one sweeping motion and placed it on the dresser beside her bed. 

    I can already imagine her sitting on the stool of that dresser while I'm behind her, kissing her nape and stripping her tight corset off, slide that silk robe down to reveal her fair breasts. But then, I didn't realize that I was staring at her for a few moments until she waved at my face. 

    "You said that you wanted to speak to me about tomorrow's plan?" she gently spoke as she sat by Mr. Tickles and gave slow strokes on Mr. Tickles's feathers. I wish I was the bird right now. Mr. Tickles just gave me a squawk.

    'Hurry, she's in heat.'

    "Uh, remember the big guy that fell drunk earlier? He was also interested to join us. His name is Morgoth. He's a goliath, but he seemed nice," I rubbed my nape as I found the perfect excuse to visit her tonight, in her large cozy quarters. I can't help but stare between her legs. I think she crossed them on purpose, just to let me take a peek. I feel like I'm rock hard right now, so I took a seat on the stool near the dresser. 

    "Oh, how lovely. I look forward to seeing him with us tomorrow, then. Is that all you wanted to talk about, my dear?" she said as she took a strawberry from the platter and placed it on her sweet juicy lips.  

    "Also, about your grandmother's illness." She stopped chewing. "I didn't mean to be rude to say that it was due to her old age. I barely know ye m' lady, and I never should've acted that way. I'm sorry." 

    She stood and walked over to the plate, took a twig full of grapes and sat on my lap with her legs open. She's very light. She weighs like a child. 

    "I forgive you, dearest. Now, let's enjoy the plate you carried for me," she softly spoke with grapes in her hand. She picks one and places it on her mouth, then puts the twig back on the plate to kiss me.