J.M. Snyder

Taurin is the king's knight, but he has a weakness for song. When he hears of a new bard performing at Jéànty's Inn, he has to go see the half-elf flautist for himself.<br><br>Quim's music is captivating, and Taurin returns to the Inn a second night. The knight's interest is evident to the bard, who invites Taurin to his room for a private performance.

The Bard's Song

Quim shrugged. “Perfect for a private


He rose from the bed and suddenly stood very


close to Taurin, the flute between them. The bard was about


Taurin’s height, maybe a head shorter, his face slightly upturned


as he held Taurin’s gaze. Taurin could see faint lines around


Quim’s thin mouth and wondered how old the bard might be. He looked


no more than twenty, but with elven blood usually came a youthful


appearance. Taurin’s fingers ached to trace those tiny lines,


smooth them out, but he held his hands at his sides.


“Have a seat,” Quim whispered, his breath a


citrusy scent that Taurin inhaled deeply.


Taurin eased around the bard, his hip bumping


Quim’s, the mere touch sparking a shot of lightning across his


groin to stiffen his cock. A sweet ache began to throb in his


crotch and he sat down on the bed quickly, his tunic covering the


Quim stood above him, smiling down at the


Chapter 3