Jacques downed the rest of the meal, licking his fingers softly. she might be "Tainted" but he was one to throw accusations. "Tainted" and "Cursed" might have well have been the same catagory to every villager even if big city acidemics seperated them.<br/>With that he appoached the bar, took his key from the innkeeper, and left a tip for his daughter Autumn. "Thank you for the meal" he was polite, suprisingly polite. as Autumn moved to pick up the next round, he gave her a wink. "oh and sir I'd like my drink dilivered" he dropped another coin in the jar and headed upstairs.<br/>Later that night when Autumn came to his room, he was lying there, reading a book, little more than the bedcloth draped over his naked form, he turned to her, and closed it. "hello there" his eyes surveyed her curvy form and soft brown hair, drinking her in. He noticed her doing the same, he must have looked like a tall glass of water. He took the jar of drink from her letting his hand touch her softly. He knew he appeared soft and exotic to her, dispite his well muscled body. "I'd like to offer you some" he poured two cups of the mead.  and offered her one, her face went red as she took it. Jacques had long put on this act, if he had to appear diffrent better to be the Exotic kind of diffrent than the hated kind. He even had the accent from his homeland which played on that in rural places like this.<br/><br/>They drank and talked for a bit, she had the usual questions where he was born, how he'd become cursed, then came the dirty question on her mind. "um...what about..." she blushed looking between his legs, he laughed softly "of course I cannot complain about that." he pulled the bedding aside to reveal it, his manhood was firm between his legs Black as ebony against his ivory body, long as his forearm and nearly as thick as a tankard of ale.<br/><br/>She was taken aback slightly jacques ran a hand on her thigh, like a long lost friend. "it's okay... most people are suprised." She looked up at it, and at him. The look on her face was saying it all she wanted it, her lip quivered slightly. She felt guilty about her body's overwhelming urge. Yet she found soft white arms enveloping her "I'm not your first am I?" he smiled, his arms and body were warm, soft, the fur sofening the powerful form of a veteran warrior underneath. "and your first was nowhere near this kind was he?" she nodded slowly and buried her head in his chest.<br/><br/>"Then let me make it up to you, prove that there is love out there in this dark world." He leaned in and wispered to her "and one day when you get married... I want you to show thde same love to your husband."<br/>she wrapped her arms around his strong waist and drifted off into the soft strong arms of this stallion.<br/>He was not rough, not completely gentle but well within her tolerance, his hands moved over her like a master playing an instrument (took 2 ranks in sexual techqunes for this game!) and teased her lovely form.<br/><br/>Her hands press against his chest as she kisses his long neck tenderly with her velvet red lips, he returns the favor, cupping her behind and kissing the top of her head, he undoes her straps and belts. as her clothes fall away Jacques looks upon this beautiful figure hidden from the world by the bulky dress and the grime of her job.<br/><br/>He took her in his arms, and made tender love to that form, his hands and lips creeping over her form with the touch of a practiced mistro, his hot breath on her skin, hands cupping her tender bosoms with all the passion of a true man, at least in his own opinion. She slid against his muscles, his hand pressed against her mound, and with a kiss on her soft lips he buried his manhood inside the soft pink folds of her body, she was tight, sweet, and had a bit of a tang to her. Like sampling a rare dish, he felt her muscles working on him, milking him, as he stretched her to her tender limit. her moans of love echoing softly in his ears, he closed his eyes and held her to him letting his powerful hips do the work.<br/>They spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, until exaustion overtook her, and she fell asleep in his arms.<br/><br/>Jacques was nothing if not a gentleman, he dressed her while she slept, and brought her to her own room, using her key to get in of course. he locked her in with the keys, and when she awoke the next day it was seem like a sweet pleasurable dream.<br/>Jacques himself went back to his own room and slept well, with her form dancing in his head.