Chapter 7: How Joerg Isebrand Learns About Witches and Wizards

With gold and silver in his pocket, Joerg could afford to rent a room for Ilka and himself. It was temporary, and he had to ask Bodo for permission to sleep outside the castle, but it was money well spent. The Golden Cask was a small inn, with only two tables in the common room. The three bedchambers on the second floor were furnished sparsely, but at least the beds had comfortable straw-filled mattresses.

On that first evening, Joerg and Ilka ate a supper in the common room, talking in low voices. Ilka was unlike any woman Joerg had ever met. She had grown up in Prague, one of the centres of civilisation. Her childhood had been spent in a large burgher's home, as the daughter of the cook, and she knew all about fine cooking. Joerg let her order food for their supper, and she spent time to explain the merits of food items. Once the food arrived, she corrected his table manners good-naturedly.

He put up with it in a mixture of comical annoyance and eagerness. He was eager to learn about such matters. To fit in with the noble people and the wealthy would help him in his desire for advancement. He knew already that uncouthness was a barrier to that desire. Yet, there was a touch of superiority in Ilka's demeanour that he did not quite like.

Once their supper was finished, he took Ilka upstairs and into their chamber. Without much ado, Joerg stripped off his tunic and his trousers, standing naked before Ilka. The girl looked him up and down with desire.

"You are one strapping lad, Joerg!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with longing. Stripping down her dress, she looked at him. "Am I pretty for you?"

It was curious for Joerg how Ilka sounded nervous, all of a sudden. He gave her a smile.

"You are very pretty, Ilka."

"I'm skinny," she said insecurely.

So that was it. Most men preferred wholesome women, with wide hips and generous breasts, capable of birthing and feeding children. More so, they were better capable of hard work, too. Joerg had grown up with a hard working mother, though, who, although being slender, had given birth to five strong children.

"What does it matter, Ilka? You are what you are, and you are pretty. Come close now," he said, opening his arms for her.

Ilka stepped forward then, into his embrace. He gave her a soft kiss, nibbling on her lips, remembering how Birte had loved this. He felt Ilka's lips relax under his kiss and she melted against his naked chest. He felt her small, pointy breasts bore into his flesh with their stiff nipples, and he let his hands wander down her back, caressing the muscular buttocks. He kneaded the taut flesh with his large hands, and Ilka moaned into his mouth.

"Let's move to the bed," he whispered.

Ilka did not answer, but she let him guide her to the bed. Here, he laid her down and pulled her shift over her head, leaving her breasts open to his view. The nipples were raised already, and Joerg lost no time latching his mouth on one of them. Ilka squealed with the sensation, but there was more. The attention he lavished on her breasts soothed her feeling of inadequacy. He liked her breasts, small as they were. And her breasts certainly liked his attention!

When Joerg disengaged his lips from the swollen nipple, Ilka caressed his face with a tender hand.

"You make me feel good, you big boy. Yonder girl in Warnesund taught you well. Will you show me what else you learned?"

Joerg knew what she had in mind. He had kissed Birte's snatch more than once, to their shared delight. Birte, however, had always washed her bottoms before they met, and she had a clean, fresh smell. Ilka, Joerg knew, had not been able to clean up after several days of travelling, and the smells that wafted up from her sex were pungent enough to make him hesitant. He gave Ilka a lopsided grin.

"Why don't we put that off until we had a chance to visit a bathhouse?" he asked.

Ilka drew a short breath, ready to tear into him, but then, she grinned ruefully.

"Mayhap, you are right. Come to think, I wouldn't put my mouth on your lance, either. Do you mind putting your dick to work in its rightful place?"

Joerg laughed.

"Let us make sure that you are ready and prepared," he answered.

With that, he proceeded to caress Ilka's stomach and chest with his hands, running them in circles over the soft flesh. Ilka's mood improved quickly, and to judge from the rapid movements of her chest, her excitement was growing.

When Joerg placed a hand on the patch of dark blond curls, he felt dampness on his palm already, a fact that was ascertained when he explored the joining of her legs with a thumb. She was ready.

Lifting himself up over the girl, he aligned his turgid shaft with her moist opening. The girl readily opened her legs for better access and was rewarded with his first, tentative thrust. Ilka inhaled deeply, while her opening settled around the invading member.

"You ... are ... big," she exhaled. Looking up into his mischievous eyes, she challenged him. "Cocky bastard, push in already! Ooof!"

He had pushed in. He was seated deeply within the slender girl, and he gave her time again to get accustomed to his length and girth. When he felt her relax, he pulled back slowly. Ilka mewled softly, trying to hold him down with her arms and legs. He lifted himself anyway before he plunged back in. A guttural moan was Ilka's response, prompting a repeat of his motion. She moaned again, and he felt her tight opening pulse around his member.

From there, her moans accompanied each of his thrusts, rising in pitch with each repeat, until her moans became cries of passion. Her legs were locked around his waist, her feet hooked, and her hips met his thrusts with upward jerks. There was no doubt that Ilka was rapidly approaching her peak. Sure enough, he soon felt her tense up. Her mouth opened, and she let out a keening wail, pitched so high that it scarcely seemed to come out of a human throat. He felt her channel contract around him, and he did not hold back anymore. With hoarse cries of lust, he pushed in deeply, revelling in her tightness, until the delicious friction triggered his own, powerful release.