Hive Knight: A Dark Fantasy LitRPG (Trinity of the Hive Book 1) by Grayson Sinclair (black authors fiction txt) 📕

She had thick features, both in her face and elsewhere. She was quite busty; her tight tunic and apron showcased that all too well. Her long, brunette hair was tied back out of her face, and her light brown eyes lit up at the sight of me weaving and bobbing my way through the crowd of sloshed customers. I couldn’t help but laugh right back. I must have looked quite the character.

She kept up her laugh as I reached the counter, it devolved into several snorts before she could regain her composure enough to ask. “How are you tonight, sir? What can I do for you?”

“A room for the evening would be lovely, with a bath if you have it,” I said.

She nodded and a sly grin graced her lips. “One room for just the two of you, eh? With a bath. That'll be ten copper.”

I pulled out a gold and handed it to her. Her eyes lit up at the sight of it. Gold must be uncommon here if that reaction is any indication. She bit into the metal, satisfied by the authenticity of the coin. “Let me run to the back and get your change, good sir.”

I shook my head. “No need for that. Consider it a tip. Though if you could have a meal brought for the two of us up to my room, I would be forever grateful.”

The innkeeper was a little flustered as she nodded enthusiastically. I’d probably just made her month. Her smile was as wide as it could be while she brushed her long hair to the side. “Of course, my lord, right away!” She handed me a silver key with the number one stamped on the bow.

“Please, none of that lord business, I’m the furthest thing from a noble.”

“Master, then?”

“Oh, gods, that might be worse. How about you call me Duran?” I asked. “And this is Eris.”

Eris smiled out from under her hood. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet ya both. My name is Sylvia, but you can call me Syl,” she replied with a smile.

“Lovely to meet you, Syl,” I said.

She merely nodded and added, “I’ll be by with your dinner as soon as it finishes.”

I let go of Eris as we headed up the stairs to the left of us. They were well made and didn’t so much as creak as we made my way up to the second floor. As I unlocked the door to our room, it opened into a rather spacious area. The wooden floor and walls were well maintained, and the bed was large and fluffy, with freshly laundered sheeting and what looked like feather pillows.

The nightstand held a small oil lantern. Eris crawled on the bed while I lit the lamp. The darkened room filled with soft lambent light. In the far corner of the room was our washtub. It was in the same room as the bed in this inn. I didn’t mind that fact. We both needed a bath, and the tub was just large enough to accommodate the two of us. I quickly heated the large jug of water on the small fire stone and poured the steaming water into the tub.

Climbing into the bath, we washed clean. The few bloodstains that lingered on my skin came free with some scrubbing. Once we were clean, I drained the dirty water into the jug, ready to be emptied and refilled in the morning.

Eris climbed out first and got dressed, and just as I had thrown on a clean pair of pants, there was a knock at the door. My stomach rumbled greedily at the prospect of food, and I knew Eris must be hungry since she didn’t have lunch.

I opened the door to find Syl standing there holding a huge platter with two mugs of cold ale and plates filled with cubed steak and cheese, along with a steaming pile of carrots and potatoes. The smell that wafted past my nose was heavenly, and my stomach voiced its agreement. Syl chuckled at my rumbling belly.

“Oh, where are my manners? Please come in,” I said.

Syl walked in and set the tray down on the small table in front of the bed. I grinned at the thought of the food. “It looks delicious.”

“Sure does,” Syl replied.

I looked up from the meal to find her decidedly not looking at the food. She was looking at me with a hunger in her eyes and a smirk on her face. I looked down to find I had neglected to put on a shirt, and my heavily muscled chest was bared to her. Oh.

She arched her back to stretch her rather large chest even tighter over the fabric of her thin shirt. Her nipples were hard and poked out prominently.

Syl reached out to place a hand tentatively on my chest. She wants me as a meal—nope, not going to happen. Syl noticed my hesitation and misconstrued its meaning, seeming to take it for excitement on my part as her smile grew even more sexual. Her fingers were rough and calloused from work, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

But I still wasn’t comfortable with her touching me. I backed up as Eris crawled over the bed and sat down beside me. She was staring at me with a smirk peeking out from her hood.

“Ah…this isn’t—” I started to say.

“What? I don’t mind. She's rather attractive in a rugged way.”

Syl seemed to take Eris’s words as confirmation. She hastily unbuttoned her shirt to let her rather impressive breasts spill out. They were large and round, but perky enough to hold their shape as they burst forth and jiggled with temptation. Her chest was tanned as if she spent time naked outdoors every day, and she had rather small nipples compared