She gave it a small stroke.

Daniel drew in a shuddering breath and the orgasm he had been trying to fight off pulsed through him. Jet after jet of hot cum erupted from his cock into his pants and ran down his leg. He groaned and closed his eyes, and his body shook. She continued to gently stroke his cock until his eyes opened.

“Wow. Such volume. Next time I'm in town, you and I are going to have some fun. That's a promise." She leaned in and kissed him. Her tongue darted forward and split his lips and danced around his tongue for a moment. “I'm all fucking wet right now."

Daniel was surprised to find a small candy in his mouth. It tasted of cinnamon and vanilla.

"A small treat, for a big man." She squeezed his cock. "This is a monster. Perfect for an adventurer like me."

Daniel felt his cock stirring back to life and saw her eyes widen a little. She glanced down for a moment.

“Oh, my." She grinned up at him, her teeth perfect and white. "Small words of advice, Daniel. One, don't eavesdrop in private conversations. It might get you killed one day. Two, you aren't a farmer. You are something else. I'm not sure what, but I have a gift to see potential. And falsehood. You have potential and I'm not just talking about that marvellous penis you have. You should get tested in the city. You should have been tested as a child."

She let go of his cock and stepped back. Daniel looked around the tavern and saw that no one was paying them any attention. That's strange, he thought.

Grace smiled at him. “Figuring it out? No one should have been paying attention to us. The spell caster made sure of that. And yet it didn't seem to affect you. Why is that?"

Daniel had no idea what she was talking about and only stared back at her.

"And you resisted me. No one has ever managed that. Now, dammit, I want to fuck your brains out. But I have no time. Go to the city. Get tested."

Daniel shook his head. "I can't afford it."

Grace frowned and suddenly held out a platinum piece toward him.

Daniel stared at it. It was more wealth than he had ever owned. It was four years' worth of farming held in her hand. When he didn't take it, she grabbed his right hand and pressed it into it.

"Take it, get tested," she hissed. She paused a moment and studied him. “What is it about you, Daniel? Hmm. I'm too nice for my own good. Still," she blew out a breath. "I think this might be a wise investment. If you ever get to the city, go to the Dragon's Breath Inn. Ask for Grace and then wait for me. It might be days or weeks.

But word will get to me."

Grace leaned up and kissed him again. This time she lingered and danced with her tongue. Daniel grew hard again, and it pressed up against her stomach. She growled in his mouth and Daniel could feel her heat.

She broke away and looked into his eyes for a moment.

Daniel raised a tentative hand and traced where he had seen the scar on her face. She recoiled in horror and held a hand up to her mouth and glared at him. Daniel heard her hitch her breath, and she ran from the tavern. All was quiet for a moment, and then the farmers all started and looked about in confusion.

That was two months ago, and Daniel still had the platinum piece. He had it buried under a large rock behind his house. As he stood in the forest next to the fallen tree, he remembered the feel of Grace up against him. His cock twitched in his pants. He had masturbated countless times thinking about her. He had to stop when his cock started to complain about the abuse. He had shot rope after rope of thick cum thinking about her hand on his cock and the taste of cinnamon and vanilla. When he jerked off, he was always amazed at how clear his thoughts could be. Those moments of clarity allowed him to truly enjoy his imagination. In those moments he could almost feel her up against him. Smell the cinnamon and vanilla. Even taste it.

He loved those moments.

He shook himself and glanced about. His mule was chewing what grass it could find within reach of where it was tethered. Daniel sighed and picked up his wood axe. He checked the edge with the heel of his thumb and turned to the tree. He moved up to the first thick branch at the thick end of the trunk and set to work chopping the branches from the trunk.

Sweat flew off his body and glinted over his thick muscles. Daniel was six feet tall and very strong. Years of working the fields had filled him out. He had managed to bed a few women in town, but they always left him wanting more. Either they weren't skilled enough for his liking or they wanted some kind of permanent relationship. He fucked them, careful to always shoot his cum on their ass, or tits, or preferable in their mouths. They were farmers’ daughters, mostly.

And he heard reprisals. And they rarely had anything of value to talk about. They would gush about his body. About how handsome he was. And hint at marriage and babies and settling down.