Andreas roars louder than a werebeast, and if they haven't heard Winona by now, everyone in the bar certainly heard him. Winona cocks her head back sexily, catching sight of their coupling and eggs him on with a twist of his words. Strong as she may be, Andreas summons some hidden resolve and pulls her to his chest, bucking madly into her from below.
"Fuck!" he snorts, mawing her tits. "Ah fuck I'm cumming into that harbor!"
The slow ripple of her kegel mastery pulls cross his cock, drawing his cum with it. With a sense of relief, he pulses into her with long ropes, piling deep into her passage.
Winona's clutching quim strangles your cock in her velvet tunnel. She purrs as she feels you spunking deep inside her, leaning back into you heavily and working her hips to coax out every drop of your hot load. She holds you trapped inside her hot passage until you begin to soften and finally fall from the gold-furred peach of her creamed quim. A trickle of your seed dribbles from her swollen lips as you step back.
"That'll do," she says, still panting to catch her breath. "A few coins, if yer generous, but I'll not insist."
She turns and presses her soft tits against you and kisses you again. "I'll always make myself available to you, Andreas."
She gives your sensitive cock a squeeze and then begins to lace up her corset.
If he wants something more than words and money from me he’ll be very disappointed. Vi’lea thinks as she notices the look in Gert’s eyes.
"Thank you for your generosity, my good sir. If the threat we face is as serious as it appears then I believe we will all be staying here for a while. I hope that won’t be a problem for you. But speaking of rooms…" Vi’lea turns towards Lyssa as a thought occurs to her. "Does Hurley have a room arranged for him? If not we should probably get him one. We can’t leave him here while he recovers."
"I have a room already," says Lyssa, "but it is full of my books and components for attuning crystals. Perhaps a bed for Hurley to recuperate is in order."
"Of course!" says Gert. "I'll help you cart him up the stairs."
There are several modest rooms on the second floor of the tavern, all vacant. Gert selects the least flea-bitten and helps Silvan carry Hurley over to a bed with an overstuffed straw mattress. The wounded orc groans as you set him down.
"No charge until he is well," says Gert and he looks at Vi'lea and hands her a small iron key. "Right next door is another room. You can stay the night for free as well. After that, I'll have to ask a few coins a night."
Once Gert leaves the room, Lyssa seems to relax a little.
Silvan glanced over at Lyssa.
"I was serious about finding a squirrel. If I can find some of the local beasts, I might be able to enlist help in finding the slimes."
Silvan listened to the moans that were coming from the kitchen and sighs. Guess they know where Andreas went off too....
"Vi'lea, think we can move Hurley up to a room together? We can't really get to work until he's safely stowed away."
Once Hurley has been moved up to the room, Lyssa seems to take your request about a squirrel seriously. "To be honest, I don't know much about varmints. I have seen crows just outside the tavern in the mornings. Would one of those serve your purposes? The couldn't be hard to catch with a crust of bread."
Riekan chuckles at the shopkeeper's joke. "Thank you for your time," He stores the potion in his satchel. "And sorry about bothering you at this time, again." He adds, referring to more than just the potion, he was about to take away the old man's daughter, after all.
With his thoughts divided between Pepper, Lyssa and Vi'lea, the swordsman leaves the shop to the not-so-hard-now rain outside. He doesn't even need to put on his hood as he walks the short way back to the tavern. When he enters it once again, the first thing he notices is Lyssa and Vi'lea observing the unconscious orc as the white-haired elf talks to Silvan about something. He walks over to them with a smile on his face.
"Lady Lyssa," He drawls, while producing the healing potion from his satchel. "Do you think this will be enough to help your friend?"
You actually arrive after Hurley has already been moved up to his room. Gert is just coming upstairs. Lyssa, Silvan and Vi'lea are standing in one of the rooms on the second floor talking and looking down at the unconscious orc. You offer the potion to Lyssa. She removes the stopper from the top of the small bottle and inhales the scent of the potion.
"Yes! I am no herbalist, but this is melora root. It will cure his wounds enough that he may awaken."
She has you hold Hurley's head tilted back and she pours the contents of the bottle slowly into the orc's mouth. He chokes a bit and then his eyes begin to roll open. He struggles to focus. He speaks for a moment in a savage orc language.
"It's working!" she says, obviously grateful. "Hurley, can you hear me? It is Lyssa."
"L-lyssa?" His eyes open. He looks at the rest of you. "Who are these... mmm... I remember them. Bring me a map, quickly."
Lyssa has a small paper map of the area. He is only conscious for a few minutes, but he manages to scrawl the start of a line from Hommlet into the nearby forest. It looks like it is pointing towards a cave. He lapses back into unconsciousness, though his breathing seems more stable.
