The First Tale of Justin Case


A carefree and music loving halfling child, Justin’s parents were none too bright. Convinced their child was a genius, his parents insisted that he study with the top minds and give up his foolish desire to become a traveling entertainer.

Years were spent studying with the top minds as Justin tried in vain to apply himself. In vain because despite what he and his parents thought, Justin was <i>not</i> a genius. Through those long years, every chance he had, Justin would disguise himself, sneak out of the academy and entertain with his songs and stories. Street corners, taverns and festivals, Justin only wanted to entertain… and entertain he did.

By song, story or poem he enthralled his audiences. Sometimes he enthralled too much, like the time he sang the skirts off the sweet half-elf barmaid who unfortunately had a very protective (and violent) father. He’d had to step lively to survive that encounter and to this day is banned from entering the Twenty Stone Elf in nearby Varis.

When he was finally given the opportunity to pursue his own studies, he applied his mind to the utmost, even putting his music on hold. Unfortunately, his research was discredited as it was ripe with fallacy and plagiarism. Justin was unceremoniously removed from the academy and sent on his way with his few belongings.

He headed home, unsure how to break the news to his folks. When Justin began telling his parents, they became so upset that he instead said he was joking, that he had been sent for to teach his expertise at another academy. “So you see, I’ll be away for a time but it cannot be helped,” he said with a merry wink, “none may hinder the path of knowledge!”

After a big meal celebrating “the most unscholarlinessed halfling of all the land,” as his mother repeatedly put it, Justin set off down the path. He felt guilty about the deception, but he decided to keep up his ruse… if only for his parent’s sake. The look of pride in their eyes, how could he take that from them?

Heading down the road, Justin’s heart was lightened. He was darned smart. He was also a darned fine musician. And the ladies were quite taken with him, too! He would live a much more comfortable life with his music than with his books. Singing a merry song, Justin began the journey to his new life down the road.


Justin’s first stop was Thumbolk’s Tavern, two towns away. Thumbolk was an adventurer from way back, a feared fighter… key word being <i>was</i>. His final adventure paid well and he opened his tavern, became lazy, slow and fat. He perched on his reinforced stool behind the bar filling mugs with ale and exchanging the same tired stories with the same tired ex-adventurers. Thumbolk’s greatsword hung above the hearth, the only action it saw was the occasional dusting. Two serving maids darted between the kitchens, Thumbolk and the tables. Thumbolk’s wife, strolled about the tavern greeting customers and helping where needed.

Thumbolk’s Tavern was located at the crossroads in the town of Crossroads. As such, it was always busy and always diverse. Justin found himself a seat in the back, out of sight of Thumbolk’s wary eyes. He ordered a plate and a mug from Chancey, the half-elf serving maid, and watched Thumbolk’s wife, Delphine, sway across the room in her tight red linen dress.

Her hips rolled too near a big half-orc and he took the opportunity to give her a slap on the bottom. Almost too quick for sight, the big orc was on the floor, pinned by his own groping hand, Delphine calm as she held him down and explained that she was not to be touched. Several regulars had stood, the sound of weapons being unsheathed whispered behind her, punctuating her explanation. Her explanation finished, she released him, asked him to again be seated and called for a drink on the house for him. Thumbolk had finally struggled up off his stool and peered menacingly at the newcomer through his rolls of fat as he filled a cup with his best ale for the half-orc.

The tension eased as Chaney took the mug to the table with a smile. When he had drunk and raised his cup in salute to Delphine, the others sheathed their swords. “This is Gronch,” Delphine called through the din, “new come to Thumbolk’s Tavern and Crossroads. Well met, Gronch!” Everyone saluted and welcomed Gronch to Crossroads, to Thumbolk’s Tavern. A few men, human and half-elf, gathered ’round Gronch to exchange stories of when <i>they</i> had tried pinching Delphine.

Taking up his lute, Justin softly strummed a tune that sounded a bit like a call to arms as he watched Delphine walk towards him. He felt more confident when he finished his short melody. Her sway made his mouth go dry. She had long, shining black hair, eyes so pale they were nearly the color of ice and the shape of an hourglass.  She was everything a woman was meant to be. Each swaying step showed flashes of her creamy white thighs through the slits in her skirt and her ample cleavage looked in danger of falling free when she leaned a hip on his table and bent to speak with him. She smiled down at him. Her smile was such that it made a man forget about her other attributes. But not for long.

“Ah, Justin! It’s been many seasons, my friend!” She sat down at the table with him. “How go your studies?”

“Delphine, beauty of the Crossroads,” he replied smoothly, “many seasons, indeed, although they seem to have passed you by.” Her smile broadened; humans liked to hear that they hadn’t aged. It was hard on them, growing old and wrinkled while their half-elf friends stayed untouched by time. Chancey placed a mug of ale on the table, curtsied and left. He thanked her without removing his gaze from Delphine. Women liked to think they were the only beauty in town.

“Always so charismatic, Justin,” she gave him a sly wink, “trouble will come of it one day soon, if it hasn’t come to pass already!”

Gently laying his hand atop hers, he replied, “I’m ever hopeful, Delphine.” He quickly removed his hand again, one did not touch Delphine against her wishes. “Have a cup of wine while I play for you.” He picked up his lute and strummed it… a soft sound, so light that one felt they might be carried off by it.

“You know I adore your playing,” she closed her eyes and continued dreamily, “I do, but not now. After supper I will have ample time.” She shook her head slightly and opened her eyes, rising. Leaning across the table she tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear, her fingers trailed down his jaw, “You need a barber, Justin.”

He watched her sway away to speak with the other patrons with hungry eyes. That walk, those hips, that lingering touch… his pants felt tight. Chancey came back with his plate and he got to eating. The food was always excellent at Thumbolk’s Tavern; the cook was as wide as Thumbolk himself, even though she was a good foot or two shorter.

He finished his meal, ordered a cup of wine and watched the other patrons while he waited for Delphine. Humans and half-elves made up the majority of the patrons, with the occasional half-orc or halfling, and they were all for hire. A sleek, self important man sauntered in the door. He was dressed in sky blue velvet and creamy lace. Merchants went to Brehmen’s Hitch for trade, they only came here when looking for guards. Justin watched Delphine greet him, cock her head the way she did when thinking, then point to Justin. He gave her a doubtful look then came to his table.

“Justin? Justin Case?” he said with disbelief as he looked down at the smiling halfling. At Justin’s nod, he asked if he could join him, “I have a business proposition for you.”

“Chancey!” Justin cried, startling the overdressed man, “your best wine for my friend, here!” He continued in a more reasonable tone, “Let us talk then, my friend, of duties and roads… of danger and gold!” He strummed his lute and a sound of victory and greatness played on the ears of the merchant.

“It’s quite simple, really,” he stated, “I need a guard for my guards. Someone who is smart enough to not only know the trade, but to keep my guards to their duties.”

“Look no further, friend,” Justin proclaimed, “if it’s intelligence you want, you’ll do no better than Justin Case!” Strumming his lute to evoke the sounds of bravery and victory he went on about the academies he had studied at and whom he had studied with. “So you see friend, I’m the obvious choice.”

They discussed payment and schedules over the wine Chancey had brought and settled on the details quickly. He was to meet Fergus, daybreak tomorrow at Brehmen’s Hitch; they’d be traveling by midday. Only one night to woo Delphine; who could say when he’d return? Perhaps a fortune teller, but he’d rather spend his coin on wine… and women.

Delphine joined him when Fergus left for the Hitch. “Trying to be rid of me so soon, Delphine?” his lute sang of loss and emptiness. “Fergus seemed to think I was perfect for the job.”

Delphine looked a little sad, “Never to be rid of you, sweet Justin, I’d not though it a long journey.” Her brows crinkled in thought, “I know his guards, a solid group of men that know their trade well.”

“I only tease, priceless one,” his lute spoke of happiness, togetherness, “I just dread to think that yet another season may pass without holding you in my eyes.”

Her eyes softened, ice melting, and her full red lips looked ready to be kissed. “Say you won’t be gone long from Crossroads, Justin.” Beneath the table, she lay her hand on his knee.

His fingers played on the strings of his lute, coaxing forth the sound of loneliness. “Who can say what the Gods intend? I only hope that I can return one day, to gaze again on the Beauty of the Crossroads.”

Delphine looked stricken, “Oh, I’ll not forgive myself if you never return,” she said miserably, pressing her free hand to her breast, “after I’ve sent you away so soon!” Her other hand gripped his knee tightly beneath.

The music slowly changed from sad to hopeful as he spoke slowly, “Perhaps, my love, we can make this night special.” She frowned in thought and looked over her shoulder at Thumbolk. Realizing she still leaned forward, clutching his knee, she slowly let go. But shortly after he felt her foot slide up his calf. His lute sang of love, of happiness… of pleasure.

She spoke slowly, quietly, “Perhaps we can, at that.” She tapped her full lips with a finger. “Meet me at the pond west of here at full dark. Be discreet.” She took a deep breath that did amazing things to her cleavage and rose. “Until then, my dearest.”

Justin called Chancey over and secured a room for the night. He went upstairs, stowed his few belongings, cleaned up and shaved at the wash stand, made a little lump in the bed that looked like a sleeping halfling and stealthily left the inn with his lute and wineskin and none the wiser.

He had time before meeting Delphine so he snuck around Crossroads, filching the prettiest flowers, one here, two there, until he had a gorgeous bouquet. Then he visited the gardens in town and filled a sack with ripe berries.

On his way to the pond he helped himself to a blanket that someone had left on the clothesline. Two doors down from the blanket he helped himself to a lantern that had been left out. Three doors down from the lantern he helped himself to the sight of a half-orc changing for bed in the window. Her bulky, heavily muscled body shone in the candlelight, her breasts large and gravity defying. He gave himself a shake… Delphine. A true beauty that he’d been charming for years in hopes of this very night and he was allowing himself to be distracted by a half-orc!

He got to the pond as the sunset faded and turned dark. He lit the lantern, spread out the blanket and laid the flowers, berries and wineskin atop it. Then he settled himself on the blanket, took up his lute and began playing.

The soft sounds of joy, happiness, love and passion danced about him as he played, waiting for her. There was something… there, yes, just a flicker moving towards the pond. The flicker grew closer as he played, his music changing, becoming softer but insistent, a deep beat somehow growing and twining into the song that spoke of desire, of raw need. The flicker resolved into Delphine, in a black velvet cloak with the hood drawn, the purple satin lining nearly as dark as the velvet. Her bare legs shone in the moonlight, cloak parting as she walked towards him.

The beat of his music became more pronounced and Delphine pushed the hood back, uncovering her face. Her eyes shone in the moonlight, her full lips curved in a smile as she began dancing to the tune.

It started with just her feet and hips, shuffling steps in time with the insistent beat. He could see her hips swaying to the rhythm despite the bulky cloak. Then step and sway and another and another, in time to that sensual beat. Then she brought her arms into the dance. The cloak was thrown back, like a cape, and her pale nudity reflected the moonlight as she turned, swaying, her arms weaving the lighter sounds of his music into the dance.

Her spin brought her around to face him again and he watched her, lost in the passion of his music, her full breasts swaying as she danced, her nipples erect. His song spiralled and the need escalated, became a tangible thing. Her hips reflected the music, began to shake, slowly at first, increasing in speed as the music rose, faster and faster, her hips shivered in front of him, her black pubic hair a glistening triangle. Her hands raised to her throat and the cloak fell behind her.

Letting the song wind down, he set the lute aside and rose. Her steps still graceful, she danced to him as the song faded. She knelt before him, pale skin shining in the night as they came together. He kissed her deeply and she moaned against his mouth. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, worked his way down to her perfect breasts… a halfling could be smothered by a rack of this size! No matter, he had the spirit of an adventurer and was up for the challenge! Using both hands and his mouth, he tamed her breasts; her nipples responding to his tongue, his pinching fingers. Her chest heaved as he buried his face in her cleavage.

Delphine’s hands tore at his shirt, hurriedly baring his lightly furred, well muscled chest for her caresses as he kissed and licked her breasts. “Lower, my love,” she panted, “kiss me lower.”

He’d heard Srith, an elf from the academy, speak of this once… he had asked questions and thought he knew what to do… <i>No biting, lots of kissing and when you find the little pearl, be gentle!</i> were the instructions Srith gave.

He kissed lower, bending down, kissed down her taut stomach, his lips brushing her soft nest of hair. He kissed her harder, through her hair and she started to rise. He panicked for a moment… was that wrong? Then he understood when she stood before him and pulled him up. Now he was right at a perfect height for the <i>nether kissing</i>, as Srith called it. Stepping forward he buried his face between her legs kissing and licking, gently searching for the pearl. A tune played through his head as he kissed and the words formed in his mind… <i>Hunting the treasures behind your eyes, seeking the gemstone between your thighs</i>.

As if the unspoken words were magic, he found it and she gasped. <i>Gently now,</i> he thought and he teased her pearl the way he teased his music, coaxing her cries from her the way he coaxed music from his instruments. She had his head in her hands, trapping him between her thighs and he felt a deluge of wetness on his mouth, dripping off his chin and onto his chest. She shivered above him and pulled his head free.

“Did that please you, my beautiful one?” he asked, looking up, she towered over him.

“Oh yes, like no other,” she replied breathily, “but now I wish to please you.” She lowered herself before him, on her hands and knees, lowering more… being tall for a halfling is still really short for a human.

Delphine pulled at his breeches until he was as naked as she. She gasped when she saw his size, he was unusually large for a halfling, his none too bright parents had sent him to the herbalist as a child thinking something was wrong.

She took his cock in her mouth and he groaned. Halflings couldn’t ever get him all the way down but humans could. Humans and half-elves and half-orcs and… and by the glories of the Gods, she used her tongue to tease his sack while he was pushed into her throat, her lips pressed against his pubic hair. He stroked her hair softly and hummed a song about love while she worked to stop himself from cumming.

She combined a moan with a lick, added a twist and he nearly came again. “Bless the Gods, woman, I’m not made of stone!” he groaned, trying to pull her off his cock, “I have a wish to feel the rest of you!”

She smiled up at him and stopped, lifting her lips to meet his. “Then feel me, my love,” she breathed between kisses as she knelt on hands and knees before him. He stepped around her, running his hand down her spine as he moved. He broke contact long enough to move a flat stone that looked the right size…

He climbed atop the stone and lay his hands on her round backside. She shivered and wiggled her ass in response. His cock was dancing inches away, straining to be inside her once again. His hands pulled her back towards him, guided her back until his cock pressed against her soft nether lips.  Her sigh turned to a deep moan as he slid all the way inside.

He gloried in her feel, like smooth silk, no, like wet velvet… no, that wasn’t it either.  <i>Smoother than silk, softer than velvet, I explore the depths of thee.</i> She filled him with inspiration while he filled her with cock. <i>Full red lips, beneath rosey cheeks, I bid you taste of me.</i>

He plunged inside her, giving her every inch he had. She moaned and pushed against him, panting as she was taken. He was so close, he was throbbing with need as he plowed her. But she had to come again… she hadn’t said anything, but he had a rule, <i>Always leave them wanting more.</i> Whether applied to the women in his bed or those listening to him entertain, it was a good rule.

Leaning forward as he plied his long strokes, he reached around and became a treasure hunter again. He used his fingers as he had used his mouth earlier, deftly, gently. Quickly, he found her gem again. She was slick with her juices, he could still taste her delicious wetness on his tongue, moreso when he licked his lips, his chin.

His fingers played a sensual song of passion and release while his cock laid down the rhythm. Her cries amplified, become more urgent, more wild and then he felt her release. She flooded him as he thrust inside her, her pussy spasming as his cock throbbed with his own need for release. She moaned and cried his name, “Yes, Justin, oh, Gods, yes!”

She was still shivering on his cock, he was ready to explode, trying to hold off. Then her hands was on his sack, just lightly brushing it with fingertips as he thrust inside her. She squeezed a little and it was over, he could wait no longer.  He buried himself as deeply as he could, every inch inside her shivering wetness and he exploded, spreading his seed deep inside her. They both cried out together with his throbbing release.

He kissed her soft back as they finished and they collapsed together on his stolen blanket. Giving her sips of wine, feeding her berries and comparing her to the various flowers he’d pilfered, always to her benefit, of course, they spent much of the night together. Finally dawn approached and they were forced to say their goodbyes.

“This must not be our final meeting, Justin,” she said gravely, “you must go forth and live your life, but you must return to me whenever you pass near the Crossroads.”

“Delphine, my Beauty of the Crossroads,” he replied, “duty may lead me elsewhere but my heart shall always lead me back to you. Worry not for me and be concerned with Thumbolk!”

“Ah, fear not, he will sleep until midmorning – I gave him a draught!” she laughed. Then, becoming serious once more, “Do return to me Justin, whenever you can.”

“But of course, my lady!” he promised and played the song for her that their lovemaking had inspired. He skipped the words, though, they’d do better in a bawdy tavern than in her ears!

They made it back to Thumbolk’s Tavern unseen and shortly afterward with a spring in his step and and ear to ear grin, he left for his first job as an adventurer… keeping those guards in line. Who knew what life on the road would bring? Danger maybe, music and women surely. And he was ready. <i>After all,</i> he thought to himself, picturing Delphine’s boobs, <i>when you’re a halfling, all rewards are huge!</i>

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