Marlon and Rahab were in for a rude awakening. The sun had barely risen enough to shine through the inn room's one window and cast a ray across Marlon's soft penis and Rahab's unshaved vagina. During the night, Rahab had turned in her sleep and wrapped her legs and arms around Marlon. Marlon had been having a lovely dream about all the whores he missed back home. His prick twitched softly in rhythm with his dreamy humping.
Suddenly the door swung open and banged against the wall, stirring them both. At first, neither one knew where they were and they looked around groggily. Their eyes met and Rahab jumped up out of bed, away from her brother-in-law.
Then they both looked to the open door and saw Torim--the only one of them wearing any clothing at all, and of course it was his full military uniform. He glanced between Marlon and Rahab, his face hiding any and all emotion. Of course, he spared a glance to Rahab's bush, as this was the first time he'd ever seen his wife's sacral place.
Marlon leaned up on his elbows and grimaced. This had not been the desired outcome of the previous night.
"Torim!" Rahab shouted loudly, trying to cover her tits and vagina with her arms. The method proved successful for her unshaved snatch, but it was impossible to obscure those low-hanging melons on her chest.
As a second course of action, she reached desperately for her bra, forgetting that she had cut the thing apart. Then, she reached for her dress, but that too was torn to shreds. Finally, she settled on the only option available, and sat back down on the bed to hang her head.
Where she sat offered Marlon a great view of her plump posterior as it rested on the comforter, but he only spared that a passing glance. His main focus was Torim, who still had yet to say anything or even emote.
An inn patron passed by in the hallway behind Torim, slowing his pace slightly as he glanced inside and saw the naked woman at the edge of the bed. If Rahab had been looking up, she'd have been mortified. Thankfully, she was blissfully unaware that in the past eight hours more than the two brothers had seen her in her completely natural state.
"Torim," Rahab said quietly while still looking at the floor. "I needed Marlon's help if we are to save the kingdom."
Torim finally strode into the room, but he didn't shut the door behind him. Another patron--the shapely black woman from the night before--passed by. This woman, at least, had the sense to stop and appreciate what she was seeing before passing on. That made four people who had now seen Rahab's pussy.
"Did you fuck her?" Torim asked, his voice gravelly.
Marlon looked dead in Torim's eyes and lied. "No. She just needed some pointers about her body."
Torim shifted his gaze to his wife. He waited a moment before she looked up. Marlon couldn't see from here, but he heard her sniffles and was pretty sure there were tears.
"Did you fuck him?" He asked the more reliable source.
Any person with an ounce of common sense would deny, deny, deny. But Rahab's moral compass far outweighed her survival instinct, and she gave in to the pressure. "Yes," she whispered.
With that, Torim turned on his heel and stalked back out the door, still refusing to close it. If he was trying to punish his wife by showing the whole world what a whore she was, it worked, for yet another patron walked through the hallway.
This time Rahab saw the stranger staring at her and yelped before grabbing the sheets and pulling them up over her body. Unfortunately for Marlon, the stranger happened to be the old man, Lessy's father.
"Shit," Marlon cried out.
The man, seeing Marlon naked with yet another woman, rushed into the room.
"What are you doing?" Rahab screeched. "Can't you see I'm indecent! Get out!"
The old man was undeterred and Marlon scrambled to grab his knife first. His hand reached the hilt, but a heavy boot rested on the blade, holding it fast to the floor.
With his ass in the air, Marlon looked up at Lessy's father. The old guy grimaced at the champion and grumbled two words: "Get out."
"Of course, of course," Marlon offered, standing quickly and finding his pants. The old man was at his heels, herding him to the doorway the entire time he slipped them on. He didn't even have time to grab his shirt before he was in the hallway.
"I'll meet you at the palace," he called back to Rahab over his shoulder as she still sat confused on the bed. Then, Marlon was ushered down the stairs, across the floor, and out the front door. He emerged once more into the rundown city square, squinting up into the sunlight above.
Beside him, smoking a pipe on the front step, was the beautiful black woman from earlier. She raised an eyebrow at him as she pulled on the pipe, and patted the step beside her.
In contrast to when he'd first seen her completely naked, she now wore trousers and a shirt, somewhat similar to what Marlon wore now--sans the shirt. The clothing did a good job hiding her impressive assets, and Marlon couldn't help but consider that Madam Memsim would never allow her women to wear something so proprietous. The retired gladiator sat down beside her with a heavy plop and accepted the pipe she offered to him.
"Old Barius's daughter in the storage, then that gorgeous woman upstairs?" the whore commented. "You sure get around quick."
Marlon nearly coughed on the smoke he'd inhaled. "Fuck! my equipment!" he exclaimed, moving to stand.
The woman simply placed a large hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down, shaking her head. "Don't worry about it. Lessy likes you; she'll get you your stuff somehow."
Marlon nodded in thanks and took another drag of the pipe before handing it back.
"You a whore?" he asked while breathing out a stream of smoke.
The woman smirked at him. "Hell of a charmer. No wonder you get so many maidens." She puffed on her pipe. "My name's Tarissa, by the way."
"Sorry," said Marlon. "I'm not my usual chipper self, else I'd try and lay you right here, right now."
Tarissa shrugged. "Hell, ain't gotta try. Just gotta pay."
Marlon smiled. She didn't get it. Sure, he'd paid for his fair number of women, but his charm was what usually got him a free fuck from even the stingiest of courtesans.
"I need to get to the palace," Marlon explained, taking the pipe again from the woman.
"The old one? In ruins?" She spoke through a cloudy haze.
Marlon nodded, returning the instrument.
With her pipe, Tarissa pointed past the old fountain base and above the rooftops beyond. There, Marlon could make out a spire that rose above everything else.
"That's all that really remains," Tarissa explained. Then she shifted her pipe just to the right. "Beside it--you can't see it from here, 'course--but beside it is my place."
He glanced at her and saw the seductive smile of a trained woman. "Come by anytime you want, but I ain't cheap."
Marlon smiled back, putting his usual style into it. "Don't worry about me; don't you know I'm a champion in Melville? They pay big for that."
"Oooh," the woman swooned.
Her entire demeanor changed as soon as she realized he wasn't just some penniless traveler. Her voice became softer and she subtly moved her arm down her shirt so that it hugged her breasts and showed off how large they were.
"In that case, you absolutely must visit me." She leaned in closer to Marlon and breathed a stream of smoke into his mouth. "You can ask anyone around here--hell, ask Harold, the guy you walked in on. I can do the most amazing things that no one's ever done before."
She leaned even further in and softly ran a tongue around Marlon's mouth before backing off. He recognized the move from Bathsheba's work. It was a sure way to get a rise out of any man's pants.
"Oh, I doubt that," Marlon said, raising his eyebrows. "You ever heard of Madam Memsim's?"
Tarissa laughed loudly, snorting. "Madam Memsim is a hack," she proclaimed. "She teaches cheap tricks to those women, but it's all business. I'm the real deal."
Marlon thought for a moment. He looked back at the closed door of the inn he'd been kicked out of. It would take some time for Torim and Rahab to reconcile, if they ever did. He said he'd meet them at the palace, and it was just too convenient that Tarissa's place was right next door.
"Come on," Tarissa said, standing and stretching. At some point, she had tucked her shirt tightly into her pants without Marlon even noticing. "I can see you're thinking about it, so let's just do it."
She started strolling confidently away, rolling her hips in that lovely way he liked best. Marlon rubbed his chin as he watched her sultry walk. She turned and beckoned him with one finger, and with that he was sold.
He stood quickly and quickened his step to catch up to her. Standing side by side, he now realized how large a woman she really was. She stood a good inch and a half taller than him, and some might have called her fat who didn't know any better. She wasn't fat, she was curvy, she was buxom, she was a big woman that he knew only so many men could handle.
Confident he was one of them, he followed her through the streets of Hammondguard to a squat little building beside the crumbling spire.
