The room is a small, run-down bedchamber, the kind rented for a few coins to merchants or tired travelers looking to sleep off the rigors of the road. It contains little more than a bed with a threadbare mattress and blanket and a small shelf with a water pitcher and an unlit oil lamp. Its floor is bare wood, stained by water and worn by the feet of its many tenants.
The room echoes with a sudden, loud thump and the door rattles with a sharp impact. From the other side of the door is a small, scraping sound: a key fumbling blindly for the lock. It is accompanied by a voice, muffled by the thick wooden door.
"For fuck's sake, woman! Let me at least get the door open before you-"
The voice is interrupted by another loud impact against the outside of the door and a sensual, feminine laugh which turns into a wordless, eager moan. On the other side of the door the key finally finds its place in the lock and the door bursts open allowing two people, tangled in one another's arms, to stumble into the small room.
The woman is the most striking of the two, standing several inches taller and with a body that looks like it was crafted by an incredibly talented and equally lusty sculptor. Her skin is pale and flawless, without a single scar or blemish marring its perfection and her eyes are molten emeralds, burning with hungry emotion. The only thing that breaks the illusion of perfect artistic design is her hair, cut short with a knife and with no eye to style or decoration. Despite that its copper-gold color is striking and its ragged edges only serve to highlight her fundamental beauty.
"Kal," Her breathing is rapid, almost panting. "You're taking too long."
She loosened the laces of her soft, leather bodice which was already barely containing her generous breasts. She shoves her partner further into the room and kicks the door closed behind them. The motion is more than the laces can handle and her breasts burst free, revealing soft pink nipples standing out against pale skin. She kicks off her boots and pads towards Kal, the leather strips of her skirt swishing over her curvaceous thighs.
Kal backs away a bit, fumbling with the ornate, gilded clasp of his belt. His build is athletic and lean, with skin like Meridian chocolate. His expression is a mixture of lust and nervousness and he raises his free hand in a placating gesture while still fumbling at his belt with the other.
"Astra, just give me a moment," he takes another half-step back. "I just got this belt, I haven't quite got the hang of it."
Astra slips one hand behind her back and withdraws a long, wide-bladed dirk and begins to twirl it between her fingers in a series of flashing circles. With her other hand she smoothly unbuckles her own belt and drops her skirt to the floor. Her pussy is smooth and already has a rosy blush of arousal.
"Hold still," she takes another step towards Kal. "I'll get that off."
"Astra! No!" Kal tries to back up further but his legs hit the corner of the bed. "This is worth at least five denarii, don't you dare cut it up!"
Astra's grin is predatory and tugs at her leather top, revealing more of her chest. Each movement causes her breasts to sway and bounce gently and even without the support of her bodice they remain pert and firm. Underneath her sensual softness Kal could see the lean power of her muscles play beneath the skin. The sight made him even harder and his pants became painfully tighter, and he redoubled his efforts to loosen his belt. He knew from experience that Astra could handle him like a rag doll if she felt like it and she'd be more than happy to cut his expensive clothes to ribbons.
Finally his fingers found the catch on the belt buckle and he yanked it free, tugging his pants down to his ankles. His erection sprang free, its gently curved shaft extending from a tuft of curled black hair at its base. Tossing his belt and pants aside he started to unbutton his shirt.
However, any patience Astra had left vanished with the sight of his cock. She flicked her wrist and tossed her dagger upwards, where it imbedded itself several inches into one of the ceiling's support beams. She tossed aside her own top and reached out with both hands and grabbed fistfuls of Kal's shirt and yanked it open, sending several mother-of-pearl buttons flying to the corners of the room. His dark chest was covered in a soft down of hair, interrupted by the occasional scar which belied his foppish fashion choices.
"Fucking hells Astra, I-" Kal's frustration was cut off when she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. Her tongue flicked across his lips and when she drew his tongue into her mouth and began to gently suck it he completely forgot his objections. Without breaking mouth-to-mouth contact the two moved down onto the bed. Astra's fingers stroked Kal's hair which he wore long and bound into a series of tight braids, tipped with silver caps. He let one hand roam down her flank and then to the small of her back, pulling her closer, while the other traced its way down her collarbone. He moved further down and cupped one of her breasts, its softness completely filling his hand and the feeling of her rigid nipple against his palm sending an erotic thrill up his arm.
