You hear a rustling of the bedding and look over from fastening your greaves. Malia is stirring. She stretches, arm going high over her head, her back arcing under the blankets, a plump breast bared to the chill morning air. Her hand comes down into the space you left between her and the other man. Her fingers splay out, searching. She frowns, a swath of frothy red waves tumbling down over her shoulder as she raises herself up a little. She squints, blinks, looks around the room for you.
Your eyes lock with hers.
Her eyes go wide, then fall to your boots.
"You're going."
You nod. You both knew you would. Knew you had to. But the look in her eyes hurts you. You hadn't expected it to, but it does. It stings.
"You will come back." Her eyes flick back up to yours.
The man stirs but remains fast asleep. You glance at the long curve of his spine as he lays half on his stomach, one leg curled up in front of him.
"I'll do my best."
"No. Not good enough," Malia whispers. Not harshly, just serious. Without doubt. "You will come back."
A small smile flickers across your lips. Finally, you nod. "I will."
She frowns at you, that expression of loss creasing her forehead again.
"Soon," you add, knowing that 'soon' could mean anything, for men like you.
The commons beyond the hall are sparse, just a few men lounging around the fire, warming themselves before heading back out, others eating spiced breakfasts at tables to one side. The woman behind the counter beckons you over as you emerge, retying your cloak.
"I...heard...you were quite the showstopper, last night," she whispers, batting your hands away to tie the cloak herself. "Very impressive, even from out here."
She looks you in the eye, just then, a dangerous glimmer there.
"I lost a bit of coin, because of you," she continues. "Men complaining you showed them up. Without even being in their rooms." She shakes her head, tisks, but her face retains its smirk
"Fragila," she says, not looking away from you as she flags down a serving girl returning with an empty tray. "Keep an eye on the counter."
Your eyes widen a moment. She can't really mean to...
Fragila stares at you a moment before coming around to switch places with her lady of the house. She's pretty in her own right, but too young. And, hopefully, off-limits as a result.
The older woman, in another robe of sheer fabric—this one ice-blue—loops an arm through yours and pulls you toward a door to the right of the counter. An iron key comes out of a fold in the robe and she unlocks the door to push it open with a slippered foot. She pulls you inside—you're only half-serious in your protest that you really should be going—and shoves the door closed again, locking it from the inside. The key seemingly evaporates in her garment. She shushes you, grasps your hand, pulls you down a narrow, dim hall.
Your heart starts to beat a little faster as she turns to lead the way. The sway of her hips is delicious, her ass big and plump, her hips wide, her waist thin and curved beautifully. She stops at a door to the left, second from the end. All the others must be empty, not a single peep or scrape comes from any as you pass them.
"It's just us," she says in a husky voice. "No one to hear the...power...we'll share. Can't have people knowing I might have to bang the guests, from time to time."
A tiny growl rises up through you, barely audible. You doubt she can hear it as she pulls out a different key, this one cast in steel.
You step up close behind her, put your hands on her hips, press the crotch of your armor against her. A hunger already grows beneath the plates of leather and metal. She fumbles with the key a second before getting the door unlocked, pushing you inside, and then locking the two of you in.
You stumble for several feet—she's strong—and come to a stop, your eyes wide with shock. The room is dim, but several high windows provide enough light for you to see clearly once your eyes adjust.
A bed-like piece of furniture stands to one side of the room, large and sprawling, yet cupped like a ladle. A traditional bed sits in the room's center. Thick rugs and pillows are arrayed all over the place, the floor appearing a sea of cushion.
"Take it off," she instructs from behind you. "Now."
She comes around you, stepping onto the floor of fluff and reaching up to undo the cloak she had just fastened. The knot comes apart with one quick tug. Her fingers flash to the pieces at your shoulders, your chest, moving deftly. The armor falls to the floor around you. She has your heart beating faster with the speed at which she undresses you. You barely have time to fumble your way through untying the greave on your left arm before she has the rest of the armor around your ankles, along with your breeches.
"Over there," she says, pointing to the ladle-seat.
She gives you a gentle push and a wink and you do as she says, sitting down into the thing. It's surprisingly comfortable, just the right size and shape to cup your body and support you as you lay back, not completely horizontal. Your legs hang off the end, your feet swallowed in pillows, your dick hanging over between your thighs.
She comes to you, still swathed in her see-through robe, and turns around. Before you can react, she sits on your thighs, facing away from you. The warmth of her body, the weight of it, pulls that trickle of hungry fire down through your abdomen and you can feel your dick begin to grow beneath her.
She turns to grin over her shoulder at you. She can feel it too, the slight swelling. She bends over. You can see the curve of her ass, thick, gorgeous, the curve of her back exaggerating its roundness just perfectly. The spread of her cheeks atop your dick is delicious. You want to be up in there, already, thrusting.
She starts swirling, moving her back up and down, circling and sliding back and forth, rising and pressing down hard. She's dancing herself over the shaft of your cock as it thickens between her ass cheeks, between her thighs, as she spreads her ass to swallow that throbbing girth as it lengthens and pushes up against her, harder and harder with every swirl, every slide.
As suddenly as she began, she stops, twisting to lock eyes with you. A fire burns in her expression, a smirk on her lips, a lift to her right brow.
"Didn't think you had it in you, after all of that last night," she all but purrs. "That's good. You owe me."
She stands to face you and rubs her body with both of her hands, feeling her breasts, her waist, her hips, her hands going back up to her neck, down, down to the plunging v of the robe. Her fingers hook under the folds of fabric neckline as it swells across her chest, pulling the material slowly over to the sides, slowly, more and more skin pressing free from the robe. Her breasts fall out over the neckline as she opens it completely. They're thick and plump, heavy against her ribs, perfect sloping teardrops pointing at you.
She gets on her knees and presses those perfect breasts against your cock. It rears up in answer. She slides her breasts up and down along the shaft, then leans closer, pressing them harder, her skin burning against this raging erection of her making.
Without warning she grasps your cock in one hand and gives it a squeeze. A hard squeeze.
"Don't you move a muscle unless I tell you to," she commands, your dick caught firmly in her grasp, squirming to free itself as it grows even longer, thicker. The hand tightens, yet not painfully. "Understand?"
You nod.
She stands and steps out of the robe to fling it atop your armor before bending to place her hands on your thighs as she stands before you. Your cock rears back against your stomach, massive and throbbing, rocking side to side with every thundering pulse.
She scoffs and straddles your hips, grinning down at you, down at your tower of a cock as hunger rages through it. She picks it up in one hand, squeezing deliciously, running her hand all the way down to the base, then tightening to pull back up all the way along the shaft.
A moan escapes you without warning.
"Haven't had anyone fuck you, lately, have you?" she chuckles.
As you watch, her hand pulls the shaft back toward her and she goes up on her toes to angle it properly. Before you can take a breath to steady yourself, she's bearing down on the tip as it throbs against her flesh, burning so suddenly against it. The tip is massive, engorged, raging against her wet tightness as she presses harder and harder. Her hand grips your cock, holding it firmly in place as she forces that massive head inside of her, fraction by fraction. You feel it opening her, slowly, so beautifully slowly. She sighs, hot and hungry, and the tip slips inside with one swift lurch.
You gasp. Your cock arches up at her, throbbing hard as she begins to lower herself around the massive shaft. The pressure builds as she descends around you, forcing your dick inside herself, plunging it deeper and deeper, sliding its girth in farther and farther. She's filling herself with you faster than you would have done if the thrust was yours.
You're breathing hard. Your dick is thickening even as she bears down on it. She lets out a long breath through clenched teeth, the hint of a moan in it.
You can barely think. Your head lulls back against the cushion, sucking in air as she slides hot and tight and fast down around the towering shaft. She's so tight. Your own pulse squeezes against your shaft even as hers adds to the thundering sensation.
She lets out a throaty "aahhh" and comes to a rest straddling your hips.
You lift your head and look down. Your cock is nowhere to be seen. Its entire massive length is inside of her. She got it all in with just that one move.
She laughs at the look on your face.
"Didn't think it would make it?" she asks, one brow raised at you.
"...I..." you try, but she starts swirling around on top of you even as you attempt to speak, cutting your words off with the feeling of your dick sliding around inside of her.
The movements of her body around your cock bend it slightly this way and that, causing the thundering pulse to intensify in certain places along the shaft before moving to squeeze at others.
She takes a deep breath and lets her head fall back as she swirls. "Oh...I'm going...to make you...pay...for last night..." she breathes.
Before you can think to answer, she leans forward on you, putting her hands on your chest. "Don't hold your breath," she whispers, nipping the air in front of your nose.
