When he first saw his niece come stalking into the Rose, Gamlen had nearly choked on his drink, had tried to shrink down and tried to become one with the decor, but now, having been watching her from across the main room for almost an hour, sipping at his own bilgewater as he watched his niece throw back one drink after another, he was starting to change his mind. She hadn't made the slightest indication that she'd noticed him at all, just made it her business to seek the bottom of the bottle of Lucine's worst she'd bought with her precious expedition money. He wondered if something had happened, but somewhere between the first drink and the fifth, when he saw her peel off the outer layer of her clothing and slump against the bar with her small breasts barely concealed by the thin cotton shirt she wore as underarmor, decided that he didn't really care.
He was far less drunk than he looked, but he usually was, and he only hesitated long enough to assure himself that none of his niece's little friends were hanging about before he upended his empty glass on the bar and made his way over to her.
Outside of the armor she only rarely removed, she looked so much smaller than he remembered, and he could trace every inch of her lean, muscled form with his eyes if he so desired, which he did. Over her shoulder, he caught the eyes of the barman and held up his last two coins, jerking his head up the stairs. He got a raised eyebrow but a nod, too, and the coins disappeared with a swipe of the hand the instant he laid them down on the bar.
She recoiled away from him with a snarl when he laid a hand on her hip and twisted her head to snap at him, just in time to meet a kiss. Her eyes flew open wide, shock and something else making her tremble beneath her hands as he turned her on the stool and tugged her against him. There was resistance at first, a low noise rumbling in her throat that was eerily reminiscent of the hound she'd left at home, but it quickly passed when he ran a light touch down her spine to her ass and cupped it. She sank against him, her every curve and angle matching up against his like a missing puzzle piece as he moved his lips against hers, nipping at her lower lip and tugging on it until she drew back with a shuddering gasp.
"Wh-" She shook her head, clearly trying to organize her thoughts, but that was the last thing he wanted. Reaching out, he pulled her onto his lap on his own stool, wrapped his hands around her slim hips, and dragged her down the length of his cock. She let out a high, artless whimper before she could catch herself or think better of it.
She was flushed with more than drink when the kiss was finally broken -and not by her, but him- and swaying against him when he leaned in to nibble at her ear and tell her that he wanted to feel her skin against his right now, and it made his cock twitch against the joining of her legs when she shifted in his lap. Groaning, he buried his hands in her hair and hauled her down into another kiss, and this time her mouth parted for him with just the barest pressure of his tongue against the seam of her lips. If she was started to feel his tongue against hers, she didn't show it.
It was long seconds before a voice caught his attention. Even he was dazed when he broke away enough to catch the amused bartender's eye, and remember what the end goal here was. Lifting her up off his lap, they stumbled together up the stairs towards the first available room, though it was several minutes getting there because he had to pause every few feet to run his hands along his sides, down to palm her ass and lift her against him until she squealed. When he pushed through the first open door he found she'd wrapped her legs around his hips, trapping him tight between her legs as she ground down against him with little jerks of her hips, and there was nowhere in the world he'd rather be at that moment.
It was another minute before he found the bed, questing blindly with one hand, and he dumped her back upon it so that she was beneath him. She stretched luxuriously with a soft noise that went straight to his cock and left him lightheaded as he smoothed his hands up her sides to her hands, and didn't notice at first what he was about, not until he drew back with satisfaction and she made to follow after him, only to be brought up short. She made a puzzled sound, her thoughts slowed by drink and arousal, only looked up when he laughed. "Don't want you getting ahead of yourself and forgetting who's in charge here," he said, giving the belt that had helpfully been left on the bedpost a tug to make sure it was securely fastened.
"I am," she told him without hesitation. And sure, outside of this room, he knew very well that she could overpower him with one snap of her wrist, but here, now, she was his, and he had every intention of showing her that.
"Not today," was all he said, at least until he tugged her trousers and smalls free of her legs to bare her before him. Her cunt glistened wetly, evidence that his efforts had done their job, whatever she might have said, and he could not repress a moan as ran a finger along it to swirl her own slick around her clit. She jerked against the restraints with a sharp cry, and then another as he used his other hand to trace up and down the folds of her cunt, riveted by her every twitch and shudder and whimper. She couldn't seem to hold still. Made his blood fuzz pleasantly in his ears when he pushed two fingers inside of her.
She let out a sharp cry and bucked up, trembles running up and down her spine and pushing her harder against him as he fingered her until every time he drew his fingers out he was spattered with her slick and they were both panting for it, but not yet. Not yet.
Keeping one hand working around her clit, he drew away his soaked fingers up her belly, past the puckered scar wrapped around her hip, up and up to push her shirt out of the way to bare her breasts. Small as they were, they were magnificent, and his. He sat back to admire them long enough that she started to squirm again, and trhen he bent with a chuckle to press a kiss to her bare nipple until it pebbled beneath his lips. "What an eager whore you are after just a few drinks," he mouthed against her skin, swirling his tongue back and forth along her nipple even as he flickered his fingers against her clit again and again and again, pulling away and lightening his touch just enough each time until she was growling, impatience flaring in her eyes, tugging restlessly at the belt securing her hands.
