Andreas turned Gert's cuckolded situation over in his mind for a few minutes, but then another head made the decision for him.
"Fair enouuuu, ohh..." Winona's mouth was much more lovely than her hand, and her enthusiasm caused him to buck. Her breasts push into his legs, their fullness overwhelming them, but they held their own in a sudden show of strength. Shakily, he craned a hand over to her hair, rolling her dreaded hair around his fingers. She nearly looked desirable like this, and he couldn't knock her talent at oral pleasure, relishing the shellacking she gave across his cock. Gods, it had been far too long.
"Okay, you got me, Winona," he hissed, leaning back. Salty precum mingled with her saliva as she bobbed. "Sorry about snubbing you earlier... fucking hells."
Winona's lips pop wetly from your cock and she laughs at your surrender. "Aw, I knew a fit lad like you couldn't keep your cock away from me for long. Eh?" She gives your spit-wet balls a tickle with her fingertips before returning to servicing your cock with her eager mouth. It feels like your cock is a sugary sweet melting against her tongue. Your toes are curling in your boots and you're on the brink of spilling your cum into her mouth when she suddenly pulls her lips away again.
"You gonna give it to me proper?" She winks and her hands begin to work the laces open of her loosely corseted bodice. "I'd rather a bit more than a suck."
Riekan thanks every deity that could be watching out for him at that moment for the quick reflexes he developed while serving in the Royal Guard of Anglurea. When he saw Pepper tumbling down the ladder, he acted quickly.
He stretches his left hand, preventing the vial of melora root from smashing into the floor and uses his own body to cushion Pepper's fall. However, in the middle of the confusion, his right hand ends up grabbing her soft breast for support as her firm bottom falls directly over his stiff cock. Riekan lets out a low moan at the feeling and unconsciously bucks his hips forward once.
Pepper's face goes bright red. She's unharmed, but she feels your hardness and looks daggers into your eyes at the hand cupping her perky breast. She slaps you hard across the face and snatches the melora root away. Before you can recover, she has bounced to her feet and presented the herb to the shopkeeper.
"Here you are, Papa," she says and he begins to grind the roots along with other ingredients. Pepper glances at you over her shoulder, a look somewhere between murder and flirtation in her blue eyes.
"I’m no healer, but Hurley seems like a strong guy. I’m sure he will recover before long and we’ll be able to put an end to the slimes before they become a serious problem." Vi’lea reassures the elven beauty. "In the mean time don’t hesitate to come to me if you need anything – even if you’re just looking for someone to talk to. I’m always happy to spend some time with you." The dark elf gives Lyssa another smile.
She bites her lip and seems about to say something else when the door to the inn bangs open. Gert has returned with Julian, a bearded, scrawny man in oversized chain shirt and coif. He carries a huge halberd, using it more like a walking stick.
"See!?" says Gert, gesturing to Hurley on the table. "Mountain orcs! Didn't I warn you that there were orcs in these parts."
Julian rubs his eyes and looks down at Hurley.
"Yes, you're right of course," he grumbles. "Best put him in irons before he wakes up."
Lyssa rises to her feet and shouts at Julian, "You'll do no such thing! That man is an agent - my agent - of the Order of Trappers."
Julian shrugs and sets his halberd aside to take out shackles and chains from a satchel.
