I was glad that she hadn’t run off looking for the troll but now a different fear grips my guts and twists as I stand outside of the inn room. I had been studying the three arrows embossed onto the metal plate for way longer than could be realistically construed that I was trying to determine if this was my proper room number.

Heart thumping, my palms slick with nervousness I grab the handle and push inside before I can second guess myself any longer.

Silence greets me as I step into the room, though our gazes lock as soon as I enter.

Looking nervous, Cinnamon sits on the edge of the bed. With her corset gone the light, white cotton shirt tents out from her full, taunt breasts. Making it look like more of a cutoff midrift exposing shirt; her small waist and the tops of her tight green and black striped leggings visible under its bottom edge.

Damn, she looked so frigging hot. A stacked, killer body. Long and lean with curves in all the right places.

The room isn’t too large, though it does contain what appears to be a fairly well-stuffed bed and a nightstand sized set of drawers. Across from the foot of the bed, on the other side of the single window, Cinnamons leather jacket has been casually tossed over a chair that sits tucked under a small desk.

I drop the last of the bags in the corner and kick the door shut. I hadn’t played this particular game with that many women before, but the potential rewards for success in this not so random encounter could be more than I could dare hope to dream.

“Brian?" Before I can say anything, she blurts, "I didn’t know that you knew how to do magic.”

“Huh?” I rock back on a heel, totally not expecting that to be her opening line. Was this part of the seduction game? Was she trying to disarm me somehow?

"You fixed Ickys fishing pole with magic. Does that mean you can fix other things?" Standing from the bed she quickly covers the short distance between us.

"Uhh... Sure, I suppose. I mean, I think that I can pretty much mend anything. As long as I have the--"

Her lips interrupt me as she throws her arms around my neck, crushing herself to me in a hugging kiss and I swear I hear the 'wooooo-ing' of a studio audience in the back of my mind.

Recovering quickly, lips parting, I return the kiss and the embrace, my tongue teasing back and forth with hers.

Her tight body crushes against mine as her small hands grip at the side of my face and then my chest. I take it all in, not wanting to miss a moment of the pleasure sparking through my body. The subtle scent of skin, her silken hair between my fingers. It was all so fresh, new. And incredibly hot.

Everything builds and my stomach knots with lusty need. She moans into me, her body responding even as my own does.

"Wait, Brian.” She pauses her breathing heavy as she pulls back from me, her breath coming and short gasps.

Hell in a hand basket! Frowning in confusion, my pants painfully tight, I look at her. This was the moment. She was turned on and tentative but, wanton and willing. Was it simply her shyness holding her back? Or was it something else? I was determined to find out for sure, one way or the other.

“Cinni.” Pushing down the lust, my hands find hers. Even as turned on as I was I felt something more than just that primal male, animal instinct to bone the beauty. In even the short time we had spent together I had grown to really like Cinnamon. With sincere affection, I give her hands a gentle squeeze. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong. No games, okay? Is there something holding you back from being with me?”

“I just...” She lets out a low breath. Her eyes blink, growing wet at the edges. “I do want too but...” she pauses and I think she’s about to pull away but instead her hands twist in mine taking me by my wrist she hugs my hand to her chest, over her heart.

“Before you can be my buck." She presses on, guiding my fingers over her sternum. Biting her lip she steers my hand lower, under her cotton shirt then back up again against the smooth skin of her stomach, until my palm rests between her bountiful orbs. Through her shirt, I see her irresistible, tightening nipples.

"Cast your spell on me." she begs.

For the briefest of moments the request seems strange, but with my hand trapped between those delightfully firm, yet equally soft, warm feminine orbs, logic is the last thing on my mind.

I do as she asks, concentrating on my hand more than anything. Pouring my focus as I caress in a circular motion.

Mend cast on ???: Mana cost 2 .

Cinnamon pants, her eyes closed, breath comming short and shallow. Her hands leave mine as she lets me take control of their journey, slipping my hand down to the bottom of her shirt.

"Now, I say the magic words." I breathe, committing to the fantasy. I slide my hand back up, still under her shirt, over her silky flesh.

"Abracadabra," I whisper, lifting the cottony fabric with a hooked thumb until those, oh so magical parts; forbidden fruits that have long been the object of infinite fascination for me, spill into view.

Lightning shatters my brain as I gaze on. These were not some high definition streaming video or tricky photo-shopped manipulated imagery, but real, full, gloriously magnificent, nipple peaked, perfection.

Boobs.

I'm left stunned. Hypnotized by a sight, that in all honesty should be accompanied by the striking of a band and a round of applause.

I don't know how long I stare in wonder at the steady rise and fall, but it's long enough that Cinnamon lets out a nervous coo that breaks my revelry.

Insight vs Cinnamon Butter: Success!

Ears down, the flush of her cheeks. The way her eyes dart down then up to meet mine. Timid in the avoidance of meeting my gaze. All let me know that she is more than a bit nervous about my staring.

“Do you... umm... I mean, are they...?” Cinnamons voice trails off.

I decide to quash any fears that she may have as quickly as I can. If actions speak louder than words then I intend for mine to be a sonic boom. Taking the closest into my mouth I draw her to me in a tight embrace, moaning my appreciation in my own closed eyed smiling, sigh of approval.

Charm vs Cinnamon Butter: Success!

Her response is better than I hoped and she gasps, arms wrapping around my neck and shoulders, back arching to pull me closer. Slow it down Brian. Don’t rush it! With herculean effort I pull back, to take her in again. Suckling and nibbling. Trying not to show any sort of favoritism between either one of the beautiful, bouncing twins.

“Raise your arms, honey bunny.” I finally manage to instruct, one hand holding the bunched material at the nape of her neck.

She does and I pull her top free. Sending hair spilling over her shoulders, framing her face in silken, gold tinged brown. I lean forward again to tease a series of love bites onto the skin at the nape of her neck before venturing lower. Unable to resist returning back to the burying of my face in sweet, sweet, bountiful boobage.

Like it's on an exploration mission, as it surely is, my hand travel's down her lower back. Brushing over that cotton candy soft bunny tail of hers, past her waist. As I clasp one bubble like cheek, I hear Cinnamons breath hitch in her throat.

My other hand fights with the buckles at my waist, letting instinct guide the deft manipulation of the straps on my armor. My gun belt falls to the ground along with my armored leggings.

One hand on her ass I bring her into full body contact, kissing the corner of her mouth I lift Cinnamon from the ground. Holding her aloft I step forward and place her on the edge of the bed, a hand on her shoulder guides her onto her back, leaving her looking up at me.

The sight of her there, the slight nervousness so clearly written on her face, biting her lip and looking up to me, sets my blood boiling and even more blood flooding below my waist.

My fingers fight at the buckles of the armor covering my torso. Dropping it to the floor with a solid thump of leather and metal. I take more time with the softer fabric. Slowly tugging the shirt over my head. Stripping seductively I drop the shirt then hook my thumbs at my waist to slowly peel the trousers down my hips.

Charm vs Cinnamon Butter: Success!

With my, much more personal, pistol now un-holstered I step free of the heap of clothes on the floor and move closer, pressing Cinnamons legs wider as my thighs move past her knees.

I give her time to take in the ‘Full Monty’ sight of me. Standing there between her legs. Light playing over my glistening skin, highlighting the obsidian Adonis I now was.

Cinnamons eyes travel down my body. A look of fascination sparkling in her soft hazel brown eyes as the drift toward my lusty intention, quite literally, pointed like an arrow in her direction.

“Do you like what you see, Cinni?”I ask placing my hands at the V of muscles at my hips. My finger tips nearly touching the object on which her eyes have locked onto with lazer like focus.

She nods shyly.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes. Brian.” She coos, still mesmerised, “I l-like it.”

Elation floods my body but I somehow refrain from punching my fist in the air with a cry of celebratory triumph. How was I supposed to know my snake would be a rabbit charmer!

“I want to taste you.” I say, adding a bit more of a rough, sexy gravel to my voice. “Would you like that?”

Cinnamon hesitates, breath catching in her chest, pushing her breasts out even more full. Before she nods.

“Say it.”

“Yes...” Cinnamons eyes turn heavy, her lips parting. “Please t-taste me, Brian.”

Insight vs Cinnamon Butter: Success!

“No.” I say. Cinnamons eyes go half-lidded, and her hand's fist at the blankets and bed sheets, twisting them with need. A soft moan escaping her lips as I lean over her and reach forward to cup the back over her neck drawing her upright. “Not yet.”

She's begging for me! Heart pounding in my chest, still a little unsure but letting instinct steer my movements I gently, but insistently, urge her to her feet. Her small hands move toward my groin but with control I didn't know I had I use my elbows to keep them at bay.

"No." I say firmly and she lets out a barely perceptable whine that has me severely second guessing my decision. Keep it cool, Brian you got this!

Never have I had any experience like this with a woman, never mind a knock-out, centerfold bodied beauty, like Cinnamon but somehow I know what she wants. What will drive her fully over the edge.

I take her place on the bed. Directing her to stand between my knees I'm extreamly tempted to guide her to her knees and let her taste something of mine. A touch of uncertainty makes me pause. So instead I take the opportunity to look at he. The indent of her navel. The smooth play of toned muscle of her flat stomach.

I lean forward, breathing her scent. Kissing around her belly button, I dart my tongue playfully before moving downward, setting my lips on the damp, tights covered, molten hot spot between her legs.

Her thighs tighten and squirm as I hold her hips still. She coos again and embarrassment flushes her cheeks, making her doe brown eyes sparkle.

“Talk to me Cinni." I say, hands kneading her buttocks as I deliver soft teasing kisses to her groin.

“Brian?” Nervousness makes her ears dip. “I like you... like this.”

“Yeah?” I deliver another kiss, “Like what?”

“In control and...” her hands sink through my hair and over my shoulders, “focused on me. That you want to be my buck.”

“Cinni baby, I’ve wanted to ‘buck’ you ever since I first saw you in that cave.”

Charm vs Cinnamon Butter: Success!

Cinnamon moans. Her hands claw at my shoulders as her hips twist. Holding her waist in a firm grip I grin, then lie back onto the bed pulling her along with me. Sliding her hips up until she is straddling my waist.

Drawn on top of me, her eyes go wide as she feels the burning steel of me press insistantly between her legs. Cinnamon leans back, giving me a delicious display of her goods as she gawks down to what is sandwiched between our groins.

The look of lust tinged with just a bit of fear I see in her eyes makes me twitch in anticipation. Like she has been exposed to an electrical shock the movement of my member elicits a slight jump from my playboy bunny. Quickly followed by a gasping coo of approval.

As her fingers trace along my chest and rock hard abs my own hands caress up her sides to cup at her breasts once more, my thumbs, rolling as my fingers kneed.

"God, you are beautiful, Cinni." Her breath comes faster with my words and she closes her eyes pushing her chest outward crushing herself into my palms. Hands cupped over mine. Encouraging me onward. Letting my thumbs play over her nipples, I relish in her rapid breaths.

“You feel me, Cinni? That’s because of you. For you. God you’re hot. So damn hot.” I moan. and Cinnamon responds with even more hip-grinding pressure of her own.

"Yes! Oh, Gods, Brian!" A euphoric smile on her lips Cinnamon humps and stirs on me with a fervor, her hips grind as she bites the corner of her lip. The thin cloth between us unable to diminish the molten heat between our intimate parts. "You did it! It wor--"

Cinnamons voice trails off abruptly.

My stunned gasp of fright catches in my throat when I look up and into the dark brown eyes of the large, very much NOT humanoid, bunny rabbit held aloft in my outstretched hands.

"WHAT THE FU--" I find my voice a split second before the door bangs open.

"HA! GOTCHA!" Near the height of the door handle, wings buzzing as she hovers in the wide open doorway; one arm wrapped around a nearly empty shot glass balanced against her hip, I see a stupidly grinning, alcohol flushed faced, Kryst.

"See you two?! That's why you need to lock th--" Krysts eyes go wide as she glances between my, surely still stunned, face. The twitching nosed, bunny rabbit dangling above my chest. And finally, the solid, full mast dark steel of my groin.

"Kryst! Wait! It's not what it looks like!" I plead even as she flits to the door handle, tugging it backward with urgency.

"No. NO! It's fine! I'll just..." She shakes her head, frowning, "I'll come back later. Like, much later. After you two are, uhhh... done?"