The Merchant and The Gunslinger

[11:10 AM] * Maelnorn had a little bright smile on her face, picking up around her store at the end of a rather successful day at shop. She almost figured she wouldn't have to work for the rest of the week with the amount of sales she made that day, although it'd be bad for business to get so lazy even if she could. The sky had gone orange as the sun was setting, and it wouldn't be long until she'd start setting up to close up for the evening. Sweeping up the floor and rearranging all the trinkets and potions strewn about the place was her concern. No chance someone would come in at a time like this, right?

Well, she hasn't put the sign from OPEN yet, so there may still be one more!

[11:18 AM] * Erune Gunman hadn't exactly made a point of acquiring gunpowder since he'd set foot in the city, and as the day closed and he checked his supplies, nearly ready to set out on the road, Dex realized that... Well, hell, he was nearly out of it! Checked out from the Inn, he was quick to move down the merchants lane, dodging between dwindling numbers of shoppers and growing more frustrated with each closed sign or dimmed light he saw. Eyes darted, back and forth, rapidly running out of street to wander down before the tall, lithe Erune spied his salvation. A shop with the open sign hanging there! Long legs carried him at nearly a sprint to the shop door, a palm pushing it open as he burst through.

Ding-a-ling, Mael's bell jingled, the cheery sound offset by the heavy thud of six foot and four inches of strikingly handsome silver haired stranger nearly crashing into her shop. "Wait! Wait... You're not closed, right? You're still open for... Huff... Business?"

[11:26 AM] * Maelnorn turned around from sweeping to see who came in. She had half a mind to tell him to scram and slam the door, put the sign to closed, enjoy her night, but then she saw who it was. Now, the merchant wasn't a lonely soul, or a lusty one, but she had been lacking in company for a while now, and she was a little... pent up. Her mind might jump to little conclusions out of that untended need, and the erune caught her eye in an instant. Not even her tanned skin could hide the hint of red to her blush, that of a young girl with a throbbing heart.

Of course, she'd play it natural. Didn't want to scare the man off! "Oh! Yes, we're... open! Yes. Do you need something to drink, sir? You seem to have rushed here." She didn't normally even offer anything to a customer.

[11:36 AM] * Erune Gunman certainly didn't help the throb of the merchant's heart with how he looked so... Sleek. Dangerous, but approachable. Sharp, piercing blue eyes caught the blush race across Maelnorn's cheeks, but Dex didn't think anything untoward of it, nor of the admittedly attractive merchant girl, keeping his cool and standing to his full height, smoothing his shirt slowly. The act alone was enough to expose the straps that held the Erune's top to his chest, as well as a teasing glance at the tanned, toned figure beneath, a feast for wandering eyes as the gunner brushed stray hair away from his eyes, his ears flicking as the low din of the city outside quieted to a more reasonable level.

"Water? That sounds fine, but I'm actually here to buy something, not just be a freeloader. I'd hoped to catch your store before it closed." He admitted, allowing a small smile to come to his lips, Dex stepping a bit further in, looking down purely to maintain eye contact with the sweeping merchant. "I'm Dex Dalton, and you're Maelnorn, the owner of the shop, right? I've got a purchase I'd like to make... If you're not closing any time too soon."

[11:42 AM] * Maelnorn wished he would stop looking right at her. The more that his focus was clearly on her, the more she felt like she was going to melt under his handsome gaze. This was just unfair! Nobody should be this... for lack of a better term fuckable, not when she's been under a dry spell for months. It aroused and frustrated her to no end, and it was a miracle she could focus on the real world at all with him here. She'd scurry off around a corner in the little shop to get the man a little glass of water, coming back looking so steamed she'd need it more than him.

"Dex? Oh. Yes. I'm Mael. Pleased to meet you. I was just going to close up shop and- Oh, it'll be fine, I haven't put anything away yet." She put at least half of the things away. "What do you need? Potions? Good luck charms? Powders? Somewhere to stay for the night? I have a free room if that's your fancy." Girl, you're overheating.

[11:56 AM] * Erune Gunman took the glass of water, and for a few brief moments his fingers brushed over her palm, a fleeting touch of Dex's warmth and gentleness shared with Maelnorn. He didn't take a sip, yet, mostly because as Mael talked up her wares, he saw her growing more and more rushed, finally speaking after the offer of a room was made. "You're this generous with all your customers?" Asked the handsome Erune, allowing himself another, more comfortable smile, sipping his drink.

"You mentioned powders, I'm interested in gunpowder, as a matter of fact. As much as you're willing to sell me." He spoke simply, straight forward and upright, honest to a fault, offering her the glass of water back before reaching up to run a hand through his hair slowly. "... And maybe rent that room from you for the night. The last place I was staying required me to sign out, but I only checked my supplies as I was walking out. I'll pay whatever price you ask, of course. I'm just lucky you've got such a welcoming warmth to you."

[12:04 PM] * Maelnorn could feel her heart skip a beat listening to him talk. It was at that exact moment her plan as it was would come to be, a decision instantly made in the back of her mind. She'd have him. No way she wouldn't. This hunky fluffy-eared bastard was going to be hers tonight and there'd be no way around it. It was almost a furious attraction, forceful and aggressive and ready to do whatever it took to get it done. Why wouldn't she? She hasn't really gotten off with anybody in ages!

"Oh, I have plenty of gunpowder. In the morning, I can get it all set up for you. I'd do it now but I'm in dire need of rest myself... I can show you to your room, and we can discuss payment, that sounds reasonable enough?" Yes, come into my home, erune. Walk right into the desert girl's trap!

[12:14 PM] * Erune Gunman took some time to think, and, well... What could it hurt? Not like she'd pack her shop up in the night and leave, so Dex nodded. "Sounds like a fair plan. I've got plenty I can use for payment or bartering." He said, his voice that silky smooth mix of deep and warm, like listening to a cat purr, though the Erune was decidedly more doglike. Waiting until Maelnorn began moving, he followed, her small steps dwarfed by the steady foot falls of his larger frame, the subtle sway in her hips when Maelnorn walked finally managing to snag his eye just enough to have him looking with more than just casual interest.

In his own mind, in that dark, deviant corner, he let his thoughts run wild, flashes in his mind of her naked body under his fingertips, of deeds best not mentioned in polite conversation. "I can't thank you enough for this, Miss Maelnorn, not that I mind camping out, but having a soft, warm bed is much more pleasant." He explained, leaving off the unspoken addition that it would be better with her sharing it. No reason to be indecent, she's probably not even into him, after all.

[12:20 PM] * Maelnorn was so into him she wanted to strip out of her skirt and demand he take her right there. Of course, she was a much subtler creature than that... for now. The room that she had for guests wasn't anything luxurious by a long shot, much like all she had it was simple and humble, but it was clean and the bed was invitingly soft. A few drawers were present for things to be packed in, and an ornate oil lamp laid atop one to provide the lighting of that room when the shades were closed.

"So long as you don't let word get around, I won't even charge you for eating here. I've had a very good week of sales, I can spare some extra for a guest. Come, settle down, you need a lot of energy and rest before you go off on your trip!" Sitting down at the edge of the bed, she patted down next to it, doing her very best not to give away her intentions. "Not had a handsome man around here in a while, and such a polite one too!" It was much too soon to say she couldn't blow it.

[12:29 PM] * Erune Gunman would have been lying if he told himself he didn't feel some attraction to the luscious figure of the dusky merchant, the sunkissed gunslinger setting his humble travel pack on the floor before moving to sit next to her. He still dwarfed the merchant, but less so, now that Dex was butt to bed and rather snug against Maelnorn. "Even a small bed is better than hard ground." He conceded, taking one more moment to glance over his temporary landlady.

Closeness gave Dex the chance to see her features, and gave his mental images of their bodies entwined that much more clarity, but above that, Maelnorn could SMELL the Erune. Soap, sweat, gunpowder, and earthy tones dominated her nose, Dex apparently not one for heavy cologne, the natural scent of his figure wafting up and towards the merchant as Dex relaxed, shrugging out of his overcoat to show off his figure. Muscular, fit, but lithe, he was a sprinter, or maybe a swimmer, and the unique cut of his shirt exposed ample skin on his back, arguably the most sensitive spot on any given Erune. "On my honor, I won't tell a soul. How else could I possibly look you in those pretty eyes?" He said, offering subtle compliments in kind for Mael's own, an arm bracing him just behind her back, close enough that his thumb could really reach over to brush against the back of her skirt, if he wanted.

[12:38 PM] * Maelnorn snapped a little. All it took was one little flirty compliment and she forgot where her manners were. Her eyes almost looked glazed over as her scarlet blush had become a vibrant glow, the closeness of their bodies and that scent on the air making her shudder in place. She was already quite the little delicacy herself. While dressed in a formal little shopkeeper outfit, Dex could tell the outline of her body through it, the little toned figure and ample hips, all a scrumptious chocolate shade. She was more than a foot smaller than him, and looked too easy to just scoop up and have a way with. Better, she'd fit in a lap just right.

In fact, he'd discover that right now. Shifting over, Mael shuffled until she was practically over one of his legs, pressing herself against his side while her eyes went half-lidded and frontal in their attraction to him. No more delaying from her, and her fingers would grace over his clothes as if feeling where to tug to make it all go undone. "You really think they're pretty? Mmm... Maybe we should call it a night now, and get you out of these clothes. I won't have my guest sleeping uncomfortable after all." Now the intentions weren't even close to hidden. She was coming onto him, and despite her size she had an intent stare that could intimidate most any man.

[12:46 PM] * Erune Gunman would have been lying to himself if he didn't think about her body in his lap. It was just good fortune that Dex didn't have to imagine it, not with Maelnorn almost instantly there, pressed tight against his side. Her scent filled his nose, her small, yet so clearly stacked figure producing the first hint of a blush she'd seen since he rushed into her shop. Dex wasn't fighting the touch, either, no, he practically encouraged it, looping an arm gingerly around the merchant, setting it low on her hips as her fingers found straps and buckles, buttons and snaps.

He was every bit as delectable as she was, but where Maelnorn was sweet and sinfully warm, Dex was more firm, more filling, his body offering the promise of a full 'meal' to the now amorous and aroused merchant. Within his trousers there twitched a telltale hint of arousal, Dex swallowing hard enough to be heard even as he leaned down and tried to keep his cool in the face of Maelnorn's predatory desires. "Miss Maelnorn... I think you're coming onto me~" He said, bold, by his standards, but a frustrating tease by anyone else's, playing just slightly hard to get, daring her to take the situation more firmly in hand even as the lithe Erune hunk's body betrayed him more with each moment, his other hand coming around to guide the lascivious motions of the merchant towards the straps just above his belt line as a starting point. "We should call it a night, Mael, maybe even more than one."

[12:54 PM] * Maelnorn was overflowing with her own lust, the moment it was let free just a little it just kept coming out like a dam had been broken. If she could blush harder she would, but at this point it was physically impossible, feeling her whole body twitch and burn up knowing she was so close to finally getting some kind of release. How she didn't even care for anymore, just so long as she had this strapping adventurer doing it, or her doing it to him, her brain had become a mushy mess! If he could pick up the light pheromone on the air of an excited woman, Dex would be awash with it already.

"Yes... It's been, hell, way too long you know. A girl has needs. Lots of needs. So lonely out here sometimes, and..." Really, by now the merchant was babbling, softly grinding herself up against Dex, adoring each little feeling she got as her hand drifted down between his thighs. Before undoing anything she'd simply cup, feel what was there, and that could've made her jump already. "Nnnn, gods, that's fat." With impatience and a growing, overcoming want to work her endless fantasies off, she'd try to do away with anything in her path, opening the front of his pants up to slip a hand in and feel the prize for herself. Was she drooling? She nearly was.

[1:02 PM] * Erune Gunman didn't consciously know what arousal smelled like, but Mael had certainly all but drowned his sinuses in her sweet, sinful scent and brought what was a slowly rising soldier t full attention in mere moments. Tightly fitted trousers did little to hide the impressive girth of the Erune, Dex groaning merely from the act of her slender fingers cupping his bulge and balls.

A hand down his pants, though? That got so much more than the restrained groan. Both his hands went to her hips, sliding up, peeling away layer by layer of the lewd, pent up merchant woman's clothing. If his clothes were an obstacle, hers were more like gift wrap, especially since Mael could feel him pulse and throb in her bare palm, Dex shivering, his fingers digging into her skin. "You're... Such a temptress, Mael. So hungry... I love women like you. Women with fire, drive, and passion. I need... I need a woman like you." Came the first admissions, barely more than a heavy breath on her neck, his lips by her ear as the oil lamp in the corner provided the only light, with the sun having set. "I'm yours." Two words. Two wonderful, warm, and, ultimately, the best he could muster, given his circumstances, whispered like he'd just told her he loved her, his hands wrapping Mael up to pull her into his lap, Dex finally giving in and letting himself be shown how to pleasure the gorgeous feast of feminity grinding and groping on him.

[1:11 PM] * Maelnorn only had more and more to show him the more that Dex stripped her. First that skirt slipped down her sides, showing a little tight pair of underwear beneath, then her dress shirt found its way to the floor leaving but a small bra to hide a humble, hardly there chest. The lamp's light shone off of her caramel body, giving a golden glow along the light muscles and curves of a perky little body like hers. She kept herself well in shape, and still had a bit of plush left over around her rump for his fingers to greedily squeeze to his heart's content. Next she'd practically demand that he rid of the last bit of bottoms she had on, excited to show him everything.

Of course, in return he'd be stripped as well. She'd try to get his shirt off as best she could, wanting to see firsthand what the chest of this older sexpot of a man had underneath it all. It'd be hard to keep her hand off of his cock, though, as the moment she had it free to the open air she was looking down and longingly staring at it like her life revolved there. Stroking it, watching the pre bead and the long thing twitch, it was hypnotic for her pent up, horny mind. "Mine~" Muttering passionately, her next move would be reaching up to catch Dex's lips, wanting to taste his tongue while the air in the room got hotter and hotter with their bodies' excitement.

[1:22 PM] * Erune Gunman let loose another, almost animal groan as more and more of Maelnorn's pliant flesh came to be his to grope, to feel and touch and squeeze. Her bare body made his freed prick twitch in her palm, copious quantities of surprisingly thick pre betraying that Dex was every bit as pent up as the caramel queen occupying his thoughts.

Twitch, twitch, her fingers had him dancing beneath them, the slow squeeze of Maelnorn's digits like heaven laid upon him. The temperature between them increased, hotter and hotter, and by the time Dex had peeled aside those tightly fitted panties, he was himself almost fully nude. The coat was long forgotten, and with his shirt falling off, Mael got to see what she truly wanted. Between his cock and his body, he was the perfect kind of man. Lithe, muscular without being obscene and bulging, clearly strong enough to lift her, to throw her around, but gentle enough that he'd obey near anything his lamplit lover asked of him. Too quickly, his lips met hers, their teeth clacking together, yet the over eager mashing of mouths did nothing to quell either's passions, tongues twirling, Dex pushing in, swirling, stealing the sweet, soft feminine flavor of Maelnorn with greedy want, his eyes closing to savor her more fully. Where Maelnorn had murmured that Dex(or at least his ACHING tower of cock) was 'mine' his every motion, every hungry kiss, every gasping groan and push upwards, even the feel of his hand sliding between her thick, warm thighs told the merchant that he was saying 'yours~' in the primal language of lust.

[1:32 PM] * Maelnorn had half the mind to believe this some kind of dream. How lucky was she that after what felt like eons simply drifting along on her own, she'd manage to lure such a perfect, exotic catch into her net. When would she wake up? Never, if this was a dream she'd want to stay in it forever, at least as long as it took to get him filling and pleasing her like her body demanded. It was an animal part of her brain that had taken over, one that didn't need words and wouldn't ask before taking, something primal inside that made her act in a way she'd find unthinkable any other hour in the day. He'd feel it, too, when his large, strong hands felt between her thighs there was already quite the bit of honey waiting for him, the girl needy and drenched in lust, grinding back to the slightest feeling she got back there wanting release more than she wanted anything else in this world.

With an open mouth, spittle dribbling down their chins, she'd make out with her tongue and stare up to Dex with barely-focused eyes. Sweat had already begun to glisten across her nude body, only the little bra left on her while the rest of her own skin glittered with the little reflections of firelight, even her hair having become a ruffled mess in the process. She was more than ready for him, and had an impatient heart that wanted her prize now. Getting a little more straddled on top of him, the next thing that man's throbbing cock would feel is the touch of her blazing hot nethers, grinding their sexes together as Mael found it hard to even catch her own breath.

[1:38 PM] * Erune Gunman wanted to speak, to warn Maelnorn of his size, to caution her to take her time.. But gods have mercy, her honeypot was a FURNACE. The heat alone had his whole body tense like a spring ready to shoot off hard. The fluids of the lusty merchant on his fingers were all the motivation he needed, and as Mael worked herself into a straddle, positioning herself like a cowgirl upon a stallion, he forgot EVERYTHING.

All there was right now was Mael, and Dex, and the sensation of her heat washing over his pulsing manhood, a throbbing ache of his sheer need driving him to cast caution to the winds. No protection, no restraint, one hand slid up her slender back, gripping Mael near her shoulder as the other held onto her hip. Pulling down, Dex rolled his hips up in time, pushing past the engorged lips of Mael's mound and into bliss with a growling groan, driving that already short breath further out of her body.

[1:44 PM] * Maelnorn wouldn't be telling him to slow down, or even that they should take their time and pull out, it seemed that she was so enraptured that she'd outright refuse anything that'd slow down her indulging. It wasn't just the passion of two beasts needing to get off, it had become something outright hedonistic for her. The fantasies and dirty thoughts of week after week of dry, impersonal work had made her want to savor and make this an extravagant experience. Both of her hands grabbed around Dex, one over his shoulder and the other brushing down the small of his back while he braced and finally pushed into her. If she was hot outside, she was threatening to melt him on the inside, a soft mess of feminine juices and clutching girlhood smothered over however much cock made it in, squeezing and with already grinding hips trying to get him to feel and touch every needy spot inside. The sound she made was practically a howl, electric shocks up her spine and bobs in her body, eagerly doing everything she could to drive her 'guest' as far into her as she could. He'd be her fantasy, her dirty wet dream that left her gasping for air and feeling as dirty as she would be satisfied.

[1:54 PM] * Erune Gunman couldn't have told her what happened even if he was feeling verbal right at that moment, but with her hands on his shoulder and back, he certainly made it known he was tender there with the animal GROWL in her ear when she sank down. An involuntary pulse of his prick brought forth a hot spew of premature release, a single rope splattering up into Maelnorn before he bit back the rest. Not yet, he couldn't, not yet... And he didn't. For a few long, aching moments of stillness, neither moved, locked into place save for Mael grinding slowly.

Then he began. Slow, deliberate, sawing thrusts, dragging the swollen crown of his member against the inner walls of her womanhood, out until it was just his tip, only to push back in, Dex huffing hotly in the merchant's ear, panting, even, like a wild dog, needing more, needing to feel and hear and milk her of more and more juices.

[2:01 PM] * Maelnorn wouldn't be paused by the sudden shot of seed inside of her. If anything, the grin on her face told Dex that he had done something right. The warm, thick rope that emptied her was a reminder of how unprotected they were, how wild and dangerous and spontaneous it was for her after being borderline cloistered for so long. Even just a strand made her feel so warm inside too, a greed starting to work her over, a want for more of it, to make him cum bareback in her again and again and again, raw cock and all that came with it flooding her mind to the point of weakly sounding off, voice fluttering as if she had already lost her mind.

Of course, her mind wouldn't go to that. It'd definitely go when she felt that fat swollen crown popping in and out of her, filling little nooks she didn't think she had and each time getting even deeper. The sheer size of it, intimidating and powerful, made her have to take time stretching to fit it in, and the strain alone was an intoxicating drug in itself. What she managed to say was just a babbled demand for more, repeating that word again and again, drunk on lust while their hot bodies began to move in time, night settled outside with the only light being from the oil flame, an orange scarlet with heavy shadow casting them both in a dreamlike haze.
[2:07 PM] * Erune Gunman exhaled hot breaths, heavy and hungry with every thrust, the squelch of her fluids and his copiously leaking precum, plus the lone premature rope working as a cocktail of arousal. Clap... Clap... Clap... Her generous rump bounced off his lap, her breasts pressed to his bare chest, Dex groaning his bliss wordlessly in her ear, spearing up against that final barrier, bumping enough to tell Maelnorn that if they weren't careful, they'd be spiking the odds of their bareback sexual bliss turning into a bun in her oven.

Right now though? It didn't seem like either cared, Dex was loving it, loving her, the constant, babbled demands for more pushing his speed and force upwards until the merchant was less riding and more hanging onto her hung, bucking stallion while he drilled into her. No words could make their way past his lips, his body coated in sweat as each powerful push promised he was closer, his powerful, lithe form tensing up, his thrusts faltering only after several long moments of lusty thrusting, the telltale sign that Mael was mere moments from getting what she wanted.

[2:18 PM] * Maelnorn had long since given up on being careful with him. Perhaps she might regret some of it later, but right here, she not only didn't mind the risk she seemed to seek it. She'd undulate her hips downwards, almost as if trying to get that cockhead to press in to the last frontier to put his seed where it belonged. If it was him, the sum of all of her naughty dreams and lingering thoughts trying to please herself, she'd invite it, so wrapped up in the moment that it had all become a heavenly euphoria for her. The air would be filled with the cacophony of lovemaking, the two practically mating between their cries and growls and strains, loud slaps filling up the little room as Mael's voice threatened to even escape the little shop in her bliss. The mess of sexual fluids, of cum and pre and honey and sweat, it had become a sticky mess between them, strands connecting between their thighs when they bounced, between her juicy mound and those heavy balls she was trying to drain. PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! Churning down, she wanted it so bad she was nearly going blind.

In fact, she was so close to her own climax that she was off in the clouds already, caught in that intense instant, a tension not yet released but right about to be where all thoughts had become blank and the body prepared for a climax that would crash like the grand tide of the sea through anything in its path. It was the ages spent alone, pining for someone else, someone that she could let this all out with. It wasn't just one climax, it was all the ones she had missed out until now, numbing and taking her on a ride she would have no way to compare any other to. How fortunate it'd be, she on her cusp the same time as he, getting to cap off this dream in a glorious flurry of love.

[2:31 PM] * Erune Gunman simply couldn't keep quiet, and what were grunts and groans became more open, more passionate moans, his deep, warm voice resounding in Mael's ear as the pair worked up a sticky, frothy, needy mixture between their hips. Faster, deeper, technique forgotten in favor of passion.

He knew she was close, and that tightening, that tension, it was a perfect complement to his own need, his body tensing up tighter and tighter still. There was ample warning when it came, Dex driving Maelnorn down, forcing her into utter stillness, his cock head rammed past that final, sacred barrier of hers as he leaned back. They had brief moments of their eyes locking, and it happened. His climax erupted in nearly perfect unison, weeks, maybe even months of pent up orgasmic bliss flowing freely, his member swelling only to spew forth with sticky, hot ropes of his potent seed. Every woman who'd ignored him, who'd pushed him aside, all forgotten because Mael was here, she was his, and they were locked together, his final, long, almost animal howl of pleasure ripping through the steamy air while his whole body locked up with each gooey rope of Erune semen he releases into the merchant.

[2:43 PM] * Maelnorn couldn't feel a thing anymore, all of the feeling in her body leaving except for what she had inside. The hot, thick shots of spunk going straight into her womb, making her belly feel warm and full and satisfied. It was the very highest peak of her climax, right before it all went out. A moment of clarity before the very worst of the storm. Then it came out, Mael's own climax, fingers digging into Dex's back, legs locking and tightening, keeping him in place as he came so she could gush and cum all over that beautiful rod. She went stiff, back arched and toes curled tight, everything in the world spinning while her eyes fluttered. The aftershocks of a long held-in orgasm nearly knocked the girl right out. No worry was there to be had for how thoroughly she may have just been seeded, swimmers working their way inside of her in a grand white tide, she only basked in the feeling of it in a fit of indulgence and glee. Sooner or later she'd just end up going limp on top of him, overheated and trying to breathe in a total fucked-out daze.

[2:53 PM] * Erune Gunman shuddered violently, his hyper sensitive body positively on fire with need, his seed flowing in long, hot spurts until he had no more to offer for the time being. His erection showed no signs of flagging, though the thick mixture of their combined climactic releases oozed forth from the over stuffed, well seeded merchant to coat his sack. His stamina faded fast, and the pair fell back to the bed, wrapped up only with each other! Sweat coated their grinding, spent figures, his tall, lithe fit form wrapped around the small, satisfied, soft merchant, their shadows dancing across the wall opposite the lamp, tan and caramel skin touching, Dex squeezing her softly.

No words, no declarations of love, the pair had ample time to work out what would be consequences later... For now, though? Mael had her man, and Dex had his woman, and they needed nothing more than that, the powerful, musky smell of their lovemaking filling the room, even as the lack of passionate motion let it cool slowly in the hot, early summer night.

[3:05 PM] * Maelnorn would perhaps try to keep the boy around after this night. It might be the last time they see each other, or it could be the start of a romance to last them both a lifetime. She might not even charge him. The chance of the second became higher with every drop of spunk that made it into her, no protection ever being bothered, and the merchant not daring to get up from this to fiddle with her potions. She'd hold him tight with what last energy she had, laying and lazing and enjoying a night in bed with someone for the first time in ages. This? This was paradise.


Editor's Note: Removed OOC Chatter