You flopped back onto the soft mattress with a content sigh, feeling the aches of the long day of marching float away as you sagged listlessly into the bed. It was always a rare treat when you could stop for the night and rest at an inn or coaching house, rather than bedding down on your cloak with a rock for a pillow was was usually the adventurers lot. Even rarer when you could spend that night with a little company.
You looked up with a grin as that company approached the foot of the bed, her soft full lips curling as she looked down at you with an indulgent smirk. "Enjoying yourself?" She asked, crossing her arms under her chest, making her robes mold around her breasts in an amazing way you knew couldn't have been unintentional. "Immensely," you replied cheekily, pushing your boots off with your feet, letting them fall to the floor with a pair of dull thunks. "The locals didn't lie for once Tess, beds are amazing."
Your companion, a warlock you had been traveling and working with for several weeks named Tessandra, shook her head with an amused expression and leaned over the bed, pale delicate hands resting on the beds foot-board. "Oh, does that mean you'll be going right to sleep then?" She asked you cocking a slender eyebrow. Her cloths were practical, but like any mage she could afford to be a little more 'showy' than most -- the angle showing off a deep look through the scoop cut in her top into the cavernous valley of her milky cleavage. Which again -- could in no way have been unintentional. After all, sharing a room had been her idea.
"Well, they don't feel 'that' good," you replied with the same easy grin, very obviously glancing down into that cleavage and then back up at her face. "I could stand to stay awake a 'little' while longer." You'd been playing this game for weeks, making your way up the coasts doing odd jobs together or part of larger groups Tonight, it seemed like Tess had gotten tired of beating around the bush.
You were a soldier, but you knew a little bit of magic. Even had a small talent for it, but you grew up poor -- no magic lessons for you. No matter, a little bit of know-how and some dabbling went a long way, just another tool in your belt along good old fashioned violence. It also meant you were a little more comfortable with sorts like Tess -- who were normally a bit less 'reputable' than your typical murder hobo due to their allegiance to a distant mystic patron. One you knew nothing about, and knew better than to inquire after. As a result, the pair of you gotten along swimmingly so far.
"Mmm, only a little bit? We have all night you know--" She asked, pursing her lips as she sat down on the bed beside you. You reached up and slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her to ease down toward you. Your lips met one another's hungrily, tongues dueling as that hand you had around the back of her waist slid downward to find that ass you'd been stealing looks at for weeks, digging your fingers into the ample meat hidden under those robes. Tess purred softly into your mouth and crawled into the bed on-top of you, draping her body over yours. "This bed doesn't feel very soft to me," she whispered with a smirk as your lips slid apart. "Feels pretty hard, in fact," she added -- shifting so she was straddling your waist and pressing that fat bottom of hers down into your lap.
"Well, we should do something about that, huh?" you replied in a husky voice, reaching up and brushing your fingertips along her jawline with your free hand. She kissed the tip of your thumb and suckled on it briefly, teasing it with her tongue. "Mmhm," she sighed while smiling down at you with a lidded gaze, "Lets."
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This oviously wasn't the first time for either of you, except with each other, so when it was time for cloths to come off, they came 'OFF'. Tess in particular seemed very eager to strip you out of the gambeson and breeches you still had on, dipping her head to kiss your chest once it was exposed to her while pushing her hands down under your waist-loop. You were into it, but would have preferred to take a bit more of your time unwrapping the gift in your lap. Hadn't she been the one complaining about having all night? Any complaints that you might have had died when she pulled her robes up over her head baring her naked body in all it's creamy, curvaceous glory. You were more than happy to get your hands on her, cupping and squeezing those massive breasts, tracing your fingers along the arcane scrawl that ran along her body. It was unfamiliar even to you, but you didn't worry about it at the time. As far as you were concerned, they were just really sexy glowing tattoos.