The locals watched appreciatively as the elf's buttocks twitched on his approach to the counter. The wine men in the common room frowned at their new competition. Cute as they both were, they could see that Dahl was in a class by himself.
As Merry had predicted, the proprietor readily agreed to Dahl's proposal. He publicly announced that after supper, the beautiful elf would serve clients for the modest price of one silver pence.
He then had Dahl dance a bit to let potential customers size up what was on offer. A dozen men immediately signed up for an assignation with the elf while he went out back to bathe and prepared himself for carnal service.
Though some folks frowned at the brazenness of it all, most of the locals and the travelers at the inn were delighted at the chance to sample the charms of an exquisite elf.
Here was a welcome change of pace from their ho-hum sex lives with their wives and girlfriends, not to mention the tired drabs the travelers usually coupled with or even the cute and talented but by now familiar wine men.
The slightly built elf was a delicate flower of young manhood, cute as a kitten and in the bloom of his youth. What was there not to like?
As for his walking around starkers, so did the local wine men, whether on duty or off. No point in their being body shy when they not only poured for customers whose hands were all over them downstairs but were often rented out and taken upstairs to service horny males.
Besides, lots of men tended their fields and gardens and vineyards in the nude. Why get your clothes dirty when cloth was expensive, easily stained, and so hard to launder? Much easier to take a bath after dirty labors.
As for this elf, everyone knew that some elves, the beautiful ones, were kept naked and used for carnal pleasure by other elven males.
So the clientele here would expect him to be an expert in the art of pleasuring the many human males who preferred pretty young men either regularly or as a change of pace.
For their part, the married men among them knew that their wives would overlook a one-time fling with an elf who was just passing through town. Like spending some quality time with one of the local wine men, it would not count as cheating, not like taking a mistress.
So one by one, and occasionally two at a time, the eager customers went upstairs with the elf. Twenty minutes later, the man courtesan would escort his customer downstairs and beckon to the next, who tossed a silver penny to the proprietor and followed him back up.
A silver coin for a tumble was not cheap; a wine man would have cost only three coppers and a silver was worth a dozen of those, but the elf was unlike any partner these rustic men had ever taken to bed.
Dahl was clean and sweet, smelling and invariably polite and complaisant, even when two men took him together. Some pairs plugged both orifices at once, keeping their sex toy down of all fours between them.
Others pairs contorted the elf's body to allow for a double penetration, with both cocks up his ass as the same time. Poor Dahl thought they might rupture him, so little care they took in their eagerness to fuck him, but the elf managed to accept both cocks at once, glad for once of his own randy friends' penchant for the same kind of dual sex play.
Many of the men left their mark on the young man, a reddened rump from a preliminary spanking, a bitten lip, a hickey at his throat, cum oozing out of his ass.
One man left bruises on his buttocks where, in his passion, he squeezed the elf's cheeks too tightly. Another client left a hickey and a bite mark on his shoulder. These were all the obvious marks of rough lovemaking.
Hurt and tired though he was, the only thing that really bothered Dahl were the local standards of personal hygiene. Some of the men were rather ripe from a hard day's work. A scrubbing down after his last client left Dahl squeaky clean again.
At least he had no worries about sexually transmitted disease. None such had traveled to Haven with the original refugees. The ancients had long ago stamped them out.
Then the proprietor, in appreciation of all the silvers the elf had earned for him, set before him a substantial midnight snack and a tankard of his best brew. They sat and talked a while about the road ahead. The man recommended inns where Dahl might find custom.
Naturally, Dahl revealed nothing of their mission. The next morning, the proprietor treated Dahl to a hearty breakfast to fortify him for the long road ahead and wished him a good journey. Theirs had been a profitable transaction for both sides.
That was their pattern over the next several weeks as the duo headed ever south-eastward. Often, they simply camped out, bedding down in the grass or on soft moss. Every second or third day, they stopped at an inn to barter the elf's charms for lodging and meals.
Occasionally, when there was no room in the inn, the elf slept on straw in Merry's stall. The unicorn was careful not to evacuate in the stall itself.
Now, Meirionnydd knew that the elf would be startled by sexual advances from an equine, no matter that Merry had warned him at the very beginning. But he could not help himself the fourth time the young man shared a stall with him.
They had been so physically close together now for weeks. He had seen the elf, heard his melodious voice, smelled his fresh scrubbed aroma, felt his body as they rested in the shade during the worst heat of the day, felt his hands as the Dahl brushed his coat with a borrowed curry comb.
Here, the young man lay naked, fast asleep, so very near and temptingly available, sprawled out in a loose limbed X, absolutely lovely in the moonlight.
Merry moved his head close to the fork of the Dahl's legs, sniffing and snuffling the scent of a clean man. His tongue reached out and licked the Dahl's genitals. He found them delicious, and their size was quite respectable for such a small biped, really.
After a while, the young man rolled over onto his belly. The unicorn's tongue delved into his cleavage, flicked his crinkly brown ring, and brushed his balls. The elf stirred in his sleep then sat up, suddenly awake. He looked at his companion, eyes wide.
"Were you... that is, did you... I mean, I thought I felt something, well, something wet on my..."