Meloon Wardragon slapped the buttocks of the young half-elf bent over his bed as he pounded into her. She let out a squeal and bucked backwards against him, squeezing his cock within her warm crevice. He ignored her cries as he struck her several more times, turning her cheeks from pale cream to a rich rosy red. He held back from using his full strength, knowing from previous experience that while the woman wouldn't protest his misuse, if he bruised her too badly she would sulk and instead seek one of her many other lovers to satisfy her near insatiable lust instead.
Meloon had no illusions that he was her only lover, nor did he want it otherwise. They met two years ago when she was 20 and he 41. She was midway through her paladin training and was looking for a fighter to show her some tricks. Meloon had always been willing to lend a hand to up and coming adventurers, and she was no exception. Meloon had not expected that their relationship would be anything other than mentor/protégé, as much as he'd admired her looks. Full lips and big blue eyes set in a sweet, heart shaped face, framed by masses of white-blonde hair, Rosalita Cassalanter was an acknowledged beauty of Waterdeep. She had inherited her graceful, willowy build from her elven mother, but the human heritage from her father gifted her with full, ample breasts and a curvy behind. The youngest daughter of an ex Open-Lord she also had the noble breeding and status to open whatever doors she wanted. Her temperament was as sweet as her face, and she had a reputation as being extremely good natured and obliging, though none too bright.
Their first lesson had left them both hot and sweaty. The young paladin wasn't very strong but she was fast and agile, her rapier moving with speed he couldn't keep up with. Her training had been excellent, but she lacked practice against a much stronger opponent wielding a heavier weapon. While clearly her superior with a blade, Meloon was gratified to see that she had the basics down, and she led him quite a chase over the sparring ring.
Afterwards she suggested the two of them take a dip in her pool to cool off. She stripped and dove in, heedless of her own nudity and so he did the same, conscious of his own hardening erection. He had barely entered the water when she pushed him against the wall of the pool and kissed him, wrapping her legs around his waist, impaling herself on his swollen manhood.
As Meloon remembered that first time his balls swelled and he thrust faster into her willing passage. He reached under her to rub her clit, and as highly responsive as always, she let out a moan as she convulsed under his touch. This triggered his own climax and he unleashed his seed, withdrawing as he did to spray over her firm cheeks.
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Rosalita Cassalanter hummed a jaunty tune as she skipped down the steps from Meloon's room to the main taproom of the Yawning Portal. Reaching the bottom she located her companions at a table close to the well, and sat down carefully, her bottom still sore from the spanking Meloon had given her.
"You're late. Where have you been Lita?" Her cousin Beatriss asked with concern. Before Lita could reply, the aasimar sitting at the table answered for her.
"Where do you think? She was upstairs getting her pussy filled. Who this time?"
Lita smirked in response. "Meloon Wardragon. Not that you can judge me Itri. You telling me you didn't get your dick wet earlier with Yagra over there?"
Lita nodded to the bar where the tall half-orc was buying a drink from Durnan the bartender.
Itri leaned back in his chair, and stretched in satisfaction. "What can I say? She can't get enough of me. And she fucks as hard as she fights."
Beatriss covered her ears with her hands. "Do I have to listen to you two bragging about your sex lives again?"
