There seemed to be no end to the endless snow storm that raged around Sven. He was thankful he had wrapped extra layers around himself, otherwise he would have surely frozen to death by now. But now he might freeze anyway if he didn’t get out of this storm, and fast. But it was impossible to see more than a few feet in any direction, save the ground, to which the snow was piled up to his knees, and slowly getting higher. The wind threatened to rip off his cloak’s hood, his eyes wet and stinging. This made matters worse, for soon he could feel even his tears freeze, leaving icy tracks on his face. The cold was sapping the strength from his limbs, each step becoming more laborious than the last. His vision was starting to go black around the edges. No gods, please, don’t let him die here! Not in this unforgiving cold_
 
  Something hard suddenly hit him in the face, causing Sven to stagger back, gasping in pain and surprise. Rubbing his now aching head, he looked, and through the gloom of the now darkening sky, realized he had walked into a sign post! He blinked, wiping away the ice and snow from his eyes as he tried to read it. On the swinging sign post were painted two elegant horses, their heads held proudly high, on a faded green, grassy field. And at their feet a large tankard topped with a cap of white foam. And under this artwork were the words “The Stable,” in faded gold letters.
 
  An inn! Sven thanked the gods, known and unknown, and looked around. Sure enough, there was a path created by many trodden feet leading to a large wooden building wedged in the side of the mountain. Its windows were barely seen, but Sven could just make out the warm orange glow of a fire burning inside. Without a second thought, he rushed to the building, and walked up the steps onto the small porch before the front door. Without bothering to knock, his numb fingers grasped the handle and pulled the door open and slammed it shut behind him, causing a bell to tingle overhead as he did.
 
  Soothing, wonderful warmth washed over Sven as he leaned against the door, panting. It truly was wonderful to hear the storm raging on the outside for a change. The wooden walls of the inn creaked as the storm raged outside, but no draft could be felt, and for that, Sven was thankful. He pulled back his hood and finally looked around, taking in his surroundings. No one was around. The inn was lit by a candle burning on each of the tables, as well as a few torches on the wall. But the primary source of light was the cobblestone fireplace that burned to his right. And around this fireplace were two comfortable looking armchairs that looked so plush, Sven was sure he’d sink right into them if he sat in one. On the other side was a long bar, with kegs of what Sven could only guess was a good drink, along with a few bottles of beer and mead. The wooden floor was covered in straw, making it very comfortable to walk on. But the one thing he noticed was the smell. Maybe it was the candles, but the air was infused with a rich, floral smell that mingled with a musky, feminine odor. It reminded Sven of the time he slept with a barmaid back in his travels of the southern isles, and it made him smile without realizing it.
 
  A large door suddenly opened behind the bar and out poked a woman’s head. She was very pretty, with bright green eyes and short red hair. Her skin was dark and tanned, as if she had spent her entire life outside. Her lips, red as an apple, were pursed in a frown. She looked around, but then stopped as she spotted Sven, standing at the doorway, dripping onto the floor. “Oh you poor thing…” She cooed, looking at his soaked cloak and clothes. Her voice was sweet and low, and she spoke as if a mother would her child. “What are you doing, just standing there? Please, warm yourself up by the fire. My sister and I will be out in a minute” and she closed the door.
 
  Sven raised an eyebrow. Alone in an inn with two maidens during a snowstorm? This sounded too good to be true. But he did as she asked and hung up his cloak on a peg by the door, and set down his pack by the fireplace. He then himself sat down in one of the armchairs. He found he guessed right as he sank into the thick cushions, feeling a wave of relief wash over him as he leaned back, stretching. The chair was warm thanks to it being right in front of the fire, and he felt his clothes quickly warm up against his skin. Sven felt it getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open. The floral musky scent in the air and the warmth of the fire were making it hard to think of nothing else but sleep. A door opened again in the back, but the noise of heavy footsteps approaching made Sven start. Those didn’t sound like normal footsteps. They sounded like the trotting of horse feet. He stood up and turned around, only to have his jaw drop at the sight before him.
 
  Standing there were two beautiful centaurs, dressed in white lacy, short sleeved tunics that showed off their broad shoulders. Brown leather corsets were wrapped around their slim waists, half hidden in their overflowing busts. And around their waists were short green dresses that did very little to hide their large horse bodies. The one on the right, the red head Sven had seen, was a beautiful auburn brown centaur, her coat gleaming like molten bronze in the dim light of the fire. Her form was thinner and sleeker than her sister, as if she had spent a great deal of her life running and exercising. Her stomach was flat and toned, her hair cut short in a tom-boyish fashion. As she moved, muscles rippled along her horse body, and Sven had to admire her strength and grace.
 
  The other was a blonde haired, blue eyed woman with skin so smooth and fair, Sven could have mistaken it for porcelain. Her lips were just as full as her sister’s, but were a bright candy pink. Her horse body was a glossy white, and slightly larger and thicker than her sister. This too applied to her human form, for her breasts were barely contained in the tunic that restrained them, showing off an impressive amount of cleavage. She was slightly taller than her sister, but both stood there smiling, their tails waving behind them as they looked at their newest guest.
 
  “See sis? Told you we had a guest…” The red haired one said, smiling up at her blonde sister.
 
  “Oh you poor thing…” Cooed the blonde haired centaur, trotting forward pulling Sven into a hug, pressing his cheek against her stomach. Even through the corset, he could feel the warmth of her body soaking into him. “He’s freezing! What were you doing out here in that horrible storm?”
 
  Sven blushed and looking up said “Well, I’m trying to get to the northern cities, and I missed the boat heading there. I was told that the mountain pass was the quickest way north, but I didn’t realize a storm would hit.” He stepped back and bowed to the centaurs. “Sven, at your service, my ladies.”
 
  The girls giggled. “So polite…” Smiled the blonde centaur. “My name is Avena.”
 
  “And mine is Canna…” Smiled the red haired centaur. “Welcome to The Stable, our inn.”
 
  “Thank you…” Smiled Sven, bowing once more. “It is an honor to be here, and truly a blessing. I thought I’d freeze out there.” He sniffled, and then lifted his tunic to his nose and sneezed. “Excuse me…”
 
  “You poor thing…” Canna cooed with a frown. “Enough pleasantries. Sis, would you mind cooking up something hot for our guest?”
 
  “Of course…” Avena smiled and she turned to Sven. “Is stew ok?”
 
  “That sounds amazing.” Avena’s smile widened as with a flick of her tail, she trotted back through another door behind the bar. And as she walked, Sven couldn’t help but watch her hips sashay from side to side, almost in a seductive manner. Her plump ass cheeks seemed to shift and sway back and forth hypnotically, drawing his gaze. Her green dress did little to hide her modesty. And as she flicked her tail back and forth, he caught a glimpse of what hid beneath her tail. A thick, round, leathery puckered hole and puffy, pink sex that was nestled deep between her plump, slightly jiggling cheeks. To distract himself, Sven tore his eyes away and dug through his bag, pulling out a coin purse. “How much is it to stay the night?” He asked, starting to pull out a few gold coins.
 
  “2 gold pieces for all you can eat and drink,” explained Canna, smiling “and 5 gold pieces per night you stay with us.”
 
  Sven whistled. That was an amazing deal! Most inns in the big cities charged much more than that. Though he had to wonder if there was some kind of catch. “How about if I play a song for you ladies, will you knock off a gold coin?”
 
  Canna clapped her hands excitedly. “Oooh, we haven’t had anyone play music here in ages! Tell you what, if you play us a song and we like it, food and drink are free. Deal?”
 
  Sven nodded, and handed her the five gold coins for the night. “And a tip, for being so welcoming so late at night…” He added, handing her a sixth.
 
  Canna smiled and took the coin, and trotted over to the bar. There he heard the gold being added to what sounded like a safebox, before she rejoined him by the fire. By now, a fine toothsome smell was wafting back to them from what Sven guessed was the kitchen. Canna settled down by the chair and asked “So, what do you do for a living handsome?”
 
  Sven blushed and seated himself again by the fire. “Well, I wouldn’t call it a living. I’m a bard. I travel the land, singing songs and learning fantastic tales. Then I tell them to anyone who wishes to hear them. I heard there was a great festival in the north, and that bards from all around, along with scholars and other merchants, would be there to share their stories, their goods, and play songs to all present. I figured it would be a great way to earn some extra coin, so I tried to head north…and well…”
 
  “You ended up here instead…” Canna smiled and placed a hand on his arm. Her touch was so soft, so warm, he couldn’t help but savor it. “Well, I am certainly glad you came here. We haven’t had anyone to care for in days. As you can imagine, we don’t get many guests up here in the mountains.”
 
  “Then why settle here?” Sven asked with a frown. “Why not move down to the cities? Surely two women as beautiful as you would have guests calling at your door left and right!”
 
  Canna smiled sadly “Yes, we would. And we have in the past. But alas, it is just the two of us living together. We take care of all the cleaning, cooking, and resupplying for our inn. I suppose we could hire more people to help, but in truth, we like the peace and quiet. Cities can often be noisy, and during the summer, my sister and I like to camp out under the stars.” She leaned closer, her smile becoming mischievous as her breasts laid on his arm, showing off an impressive amount of cleavage. They weren’t as large as her sister’s breasts, but they were still enticingly plump. Sven blushed as their soft, heavy weight pinned his arm to the chair, and a wave of that floral, musky scent washed over him as she leaned forward and whispered “But it can be very lonely at times on the road, don’t you agree?”
 
  “Y…yes…it can…” Sven blushed as he pulled back slightly, trying to avoid staring deep into her cleavage. He was starting to feel light headed.
 
  “So lonely…” She repeated, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper as she leaned closer, the dancing light from the fire making her glossy lips shimmer “...and sometimes I wonder what it would be like…to have someone to care for. To look after…” She moved around the chair and knelt before him, her face was inches from his now. Sven could feel her hot breath on his skin as she reached up to cup his cheek. “Tell me, do you have anyone who looks after you?”
 
  Sven blushed as he looked into those deep emerald pools, his cheeks as red as her lips. “I…no…I mean…” He blushed harder “I…I’ve slept with a few maids here and there on my travels. But…yeah, nothing…serious…” Her scent was making him dizzy, the candles waving hypnotically around him as he looked into her sparkling eyes as she looked into his.
 
  “That’s not that I mean…” She cooed as she moved closer, pressing her chest to his, almost nose to nose. She suddenly leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, smothering them in wonderful softness. Sven sighed into the kiss as his lips moved against hers, his eyes fluttering. She kissed him long and deeply before pulling away, her eyes half lidded in want. “What I mean is really take care of you. Have someone cook meals for you when you're hungry, tend to you when you're sick or sad. And shower you with such love and affection. You’d never want another woman again…”
 
  Sven gasped as she broke the kiss and looked at her with a weak smile. “Oh, you…you don’t want someone like me…” He panted. “I…I’m no one important. Just a man who enjoys singing under the sun and seeing the world. I’d make a terrible husband.”
 
  Canna smiled and her lips pressed to his again, and Sven felt the fight to resist melting against her. He pressed himself to her, his hands slowly moving to her shoulders, pulling her closer. She smiled against his lips and cooed “I never said I was looking for a husband. Just someone to care for and look after. And I think that’s what you’ve been searching for all along too.” Her hand gently trailed down his arm, over his thigh and playfully began to rub at his crotch, making Sven moan and arch his back slightly. “That’s it baby…let me show you what_”
 
  A door opened suddenly behind the bar, making Canna jump. She pulled back sharply and stood still, smiling innocently, acting as though nothing happened. Sven blinked a few times, like a man startled out of a day dream and sat up, red faced and averting his gaze. Avena came up, bearing a tray of food containing a steaming bowl of stew, some bread and butter, some soft cheese, and a tankard of beer. She glared at Canna in suspicion as she set the tray down on the table next to Sven and said sweetly to him “Here you are sweetie, this will warm you up in no time.” She then spoke to her sister in a sweet tone “Why don’t you get started on that cleaning, dear sister?”
 
  Canna pouted and crossed her arms. “I was going to make sure dear Sven here was satisfied with his meal.”
 
  “That is not what we agreed on…” Avena said pointedly, her hands on her hips. “If I cook, you clean. If you cook, I clean. I cooked for our guest, so you can go clean. The sooner you finish cleaning, the sooner you can rejoin us.”
 
  Canna relented with a sigh. “Oh very well…” And she stood up, turning to Sven “...please enjoy. And please don’t start singing until I get back!” Suddenly she swooped down and kissed his cheek. With a cheeky giggle, Avena trotted off to the back, and she too sashayed back and forth in a very seductive manner, showing off her backside to them before vanishing through the door. Unlike her sister, her ass was firm and toned, but her holes looked invitingly tight and just as plump.
 
  Avena glared at the door before asking “What did she mean by that? Are you a bard?” Sven, regaining his composure, nodded as he began to butter the bread, explaining everything that he had explained to Canna. Avena sat and listened, looking thoughtful, and smiled when he finished. “My sister is right though, it has been ages since we’ve had anyone play some good music here. But please, eat before the food gets cold.”
 
  Sven bowed his head and carefully spooned up some stew. It was still very hot, so he blew on it a couple times before finally taking a bite. A wealth of delicious flavor washed over his tongue, making him moan happily. “Gods above, this is delicious!”
 
  Avena beamed, her tail flicking happily “You like it? You mean it?”
 
  Sven nodded as he helped himself to a few more spoonfuls. “The meat is so tender, it just falls apart in your mouth. The veggies are cooked perfectly, not too mushy, but still give a nice texture. The broth is so rich and deep, and so full of flavor…this is honestly the best stew I have ever eaten!”
 
  Avena blushed and waved a hand. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just an old family recipe. We make everything ourselves here. Well, most of it anyway. Things like meat and other ingredients we import from the city at the bottom of the mountain.”
 
  But the stew wasn’t just good, everything was amazing. The bread was light and fluffy and wonderfully filling. And the butter was so rich and creamy, it even had a faint sweetness to it. The beer was excellent as well, and Sven didn’t waste a crumb or drop of any of it. But the best part had to be the cheese. The cheese was just as creamy as the butter, and contained that same subtle sweetness to it. And as he chewed it, it melted in his mouth, coating his tongue in a richness that made him swoon. “I’ve traveled all over…and I’ve never had butter or cheese this good…” Sven turned to her with a satisfied look on his face. “That entire meal was perfect. I can’t thank you enough…”
 
  Avena smiled and moved forward to hug him, her large breasts pressing to his chest. “You’re very welcome sweetie. And you can thank us by singing that song you promised my sister.” She pulled back and bit her bottom lip, a loving look in her eyes. “Want to know a secret?” She asked in a teasing whisper. She looked around, glancing at the door before looking back at him. “Remember how I said we make mostly everything ourselves?”
 
  Sven blushed and nodded, rather distracted by her large chest pressing into his. That floral, musky scent that hung so heavy in the air was now wafting up to him again from her breasts, making him light headed. And the beer certainly wasn’t helping matters.
 
  “Well…” Avena continued, her arms wrapped around Sven’s neck as she looked into his eyes. “We pride ourselves in making our own foods with what ingredients are provided. As you can imagine, some ingredients don’t travel well. So we have to…improvise.” As she said this, her breasts seemed to press into his chest more, their soft weight making them jiggle as she softly grinded against him.
 
  Sven glanced down at her breasts…and thought of how wonderful the butter and cheese tasted. Comprehension slowly dawned on him, and he blushed as the answer came into his mind. “You…you mean…” He stammered, looking first from her breasts…then at the food…then her.
 
  “Our butter and cheese…” Avena cooed with a warm, mischievous smile “...is made from our own breast milk. More specifically…mine.”
 
  Sven blushed deeply and looked at her in amazement and embarrassment. “Well…I…uh…well, all I can say is that it…it’s delicious…” What else could he say? He didn’t find the thought repulsive or sickening. In truth, he found the thought to be rather arousing. Not to mention it would be rude if he said otherwise.
 
  Avena seemed to read his mind and she smiled warmly at him “I’m glad you think so, it makes me so happy to see someone enjoy the fruits of my labor.” She pulled him closer, and Sven’s blush deepened as she guided his face right to her breasts, framing his face in them as he was forced to look up at her face. “Can you feel them?” She whispered, gently grinding her breasts against his cheeks. “Can you feel how full and heavy they are?” And indeed as Sven’s face was massaged in her bosom, he could hear the gentle sloshing of milk inside her. And that floral, musky scent was stronger than ever as she rolled his head from side to side. “Would you like a taste?” She asked, looking into his eyes, a playful, innocent smile on her lips.
 
  “Wh…wha…?” Sven blushed harder than ever, sure he had misheard her.
 
  “A taste…” She repeated, and gently guided his face to her left breast, pressing his face into it. “Surely you must be oh so thirsty after eating all that food. And surely a belly full of sweet, warm milk would help you sleep better tonight.”
 
  Sven’s cheeks were as red as Canna’s lips as he looked down at her breast. A thin layer of fabric was all that separated him from her nipple. He could feel it poking through her shirt, practically begging to be free. Pleading to be suckled on by him, played with by his tongue…and reward him with creamy, sweet, warm milk. He suddenly realized how thirsty he was, and his throat felt horribly dry.
 
  “Say it” Avena cooed, pressing his face more into her breast “Say you want a taste of mama…”
 
  Sven looked up into her eyes, which were half lidded in pleasure and arousal. His mind felt as thick and slow as the melted butter and cheese, and the scent coming from her was making it worse. Or better. He parted his parched lips, looking up at her with want and need, and softly moaned in a barely audible whisper “Yes…please.”
 
  Avena bit her bottom lip, her eyes growing softer as she reached down, plucking at the hem of her shirt. “I’m sorry baby, please…what?” She asked, batting her eyelashes in a feign of innocence.
 
  Sven blushed harder, and he shifted back and forth in the seat uncomfortably. It felt so embarrassing to ask but…he found his throat getting dryer and dryer…and only one thing could satisfy him. “Please…let me have a taste…mama…”
 
  Avena’s eyes brightened as she undid the straps of her leather corset and let it fall, and pulled up the hem of her shirt. And spilling out of their bonds were her overflowing breasts, larger than his head, bouncing and jiggling, clearly glad to be free. And her nipples were proudly erect, eager to surrender the liquid treasure that lay hidden within. She placed a hand on the back of his head and gently guided him to her nipple, and with a moan, eased it past his lips. Driven by an instinct to feed, Sven began to suckle. Within moments, the richest, warmest milk flowed over his tongue and down his dry throat. And relief washed over him in soft waves as he drank and drank. Her milk was so sweet, it was like liquid vanilla ice cream. Yet it was wholesome and light, and flowed so smoothly down his throat. Avena moaned happily as she softly petted his hair, watching him nurse from her. “That’s it baby, drink up. Mama Avena has got plenty to give, so don’t be shy.” She moaned and smiled as his tongue teased at her nipple, trying to get more milk to flow. “Such a good boy, making mama feel so good…”
 
  Sven was in heaven. Indeed, with each mouthful of her intoxicating milk, he could feel his body growing more and more lethargic. That combined with an already full belly was making his mind sluggish, as though it was slowly sinking into warm honey. His eyes began to drop as he mindlessly suckled, moaning softly as the sheer taste was pleasure in itself.
 
  Avena seemed to notice, for she glanced down and saw an impressive tent in his pants. “Aww, is someone feeling a little pent up?” She began to fondle it, and through the stretched fabric, she could feel his length throb, begging to be released. “Don’t worry, Mama will take care of it. Then we can tuck sweet baby boy into bed, where mommy can_”
 
  A door slammed in the back, making them both jump, followed by a cheerful voice “Alright I’m done, now_” A gasp of surprise, and both of them turned to see Canna staring wide eyed at the pair of them. “Hey no fair!” Canna pouted, stomping forward and pushing Avena away “You can’t start the fun without me!”
 
  Avena scowled and crossed her arms. “Oh, you wanna be the pot or the kettle, missy?” She snapped with a huff. “I know you were practically snogging his face off as I cooked. Trying to act all innocent when I came out here with the food, do I look like an idiot to you?”
 
  Canna growled and stomped her foot. “I was wondering why there were so many dishes that needed cleaning. You were buying time so you could have him all to yourself. Get him drunk off that cow milk of yours and get him all horny for only you, right?”
 
  Avena flushed, opened her mouth to retort, then sighed. “Fine, I guess we both got carried away…” She pouted at her sister and said “I’m sorry.”
 
  Canna relented and pouted as well, saying “I’m sorry too, I couldn’t help it. He looked so…” she bit her bottom lip and glanced at Sven. “I mean, you don’t mind, do you sweetie?”
 
  Sven nervously rubbed the back of his head with a smile, slowly regaining his wits. “No I certainly don't. But I don’t want to be the cause of an argument between you two. So how about we all cool our heads with some music?” He went over to his pack and fished out a small wooden lute from inside it. It was a beautiful instrument painted a forest green with gold ornate finishings. The centaurs brightened up, their squabble clearly forgotten. Avena fetched him a refill of his mug while Canna stoked the fire with fresh logs. Sven thanked Avena, sipping on his mug before settling himself before the fire. He smiled at his audience, who had settled down in front of him, eyes wide in anticipation, smiles stretching from ear to ear. Taking a deep breath, he strummed the instrument…and began to sing.
 
  Such music had not been heard in the inn for a very long time. He sang of far away shores and tropical islands. He sang of deep caves and glowing mushrooms. He sang of oceans deep, filled with wonders not meant for mortal eyes. He sang of loves won, and loves lost. Sometimes he simply let the music play, letting the music form images in their own minds. The centaurs sat, dreamy eyed, their smiles vacant. They swayed slightly to the music, and hummed when he played a song they knew. After nearly a half an hour, he let the music fade to silence as he looked to the centaur sisters, smiling. He then stood up and bowed. The centaur sisters beamed and clapped enthusiastically, the echo in the empty hall made it sound like dozens were clapping along.
 
  “That was wonderful!” Canna smiled, wiping her eyes with a handkerchief.
 
  Avena noddedand turned to Sven. “You truly have a marvelous talent. I haven’t heard playing like that since the Summer Solstice last year.”
 
  Sven bowed low again, his cheeks flushed. “Thank you, you are too kind. It is an honor to play for hosts as wonderful and as generous as you two.”
 
  “Well, you certainly earned your meal…” Aven smiled, standing up and stretching. “...But it is getting late, and I think it is time we all went to bed.”
 
  “Agreed…” Nodded Canna, standing up as well. “Please Sven, follow us and you can have your pick of rooms.” After the two centaurs extinguished all the candles and torches, Canna led the way, with Sven following her with his things and Avena following up behind. They passed through a side door beside the bar, and Sven found himself in a long, wide wall lined with doors.
 
  “Please, take your pick!” Avena smiled, turning to him. “The only room you can’t pick is our room…” And she pointed at the end of the hall, where a set of double doors were located.
 
  “I mean, he could if he wanted to…” chimed in Canna with a hopeful smile, but was quickly shot down by a scowl from her sister.
 
  Sven nodded and peaked inside the rooms. They were very spacious and clean. And indeed, each had a dresser, a mirror, a nightstand, and a cozy bed large enough for even the centaurs to sleep in. Sven picked one right by the sister’s room on the right, and bowed low to his hosts. “Good night, fair ladies. Thank you again for everything…both of you.” And he blushed with a smile.
 
  “Nighty night! Don’t let the bugs bite!” Cooed Canna as she waved at Sven before trotting away into their room.
 
  Avena rolled her eyes and she looked at Sven with an apologetic smile. “Good night Sven. Sleep well, and look forward to a nice breakfast tomorrow…” She made sure Canna wasn’t looking before she massaged her breast and added in a sultry whisper “...with plenty of fresh cream.” She winked at Sven’s blushing face and closed the door. Sven sighed and shook his head. What an eventful evening! Thanks to that storm, he was certain he was going to die. Instead, he was now being taken care of by two beautiful centaur sisters, and climbing into a soft, warm bed for the night. Something he certainly wasn’t expecting. With a smile on his face, he undressed, and leaving only his briefs, climbed into bed. The pillows were soft, the blankets thick and heavy. He soon tucked himself in snuggly before closing his eyes and listening to the noises of the night.