penjay

First of all NSFW, as promised. That out of the way, this week has been hard because I had my wisdom teeth removed. Fortunately, I am doing well, and I got a few days off for it that I can use to write. I hope you all enjoy.

Getting through my door at the inn was more difficult then usual in my tipsy state. I couldn’t help but snicker at the town head who was terrible with alcohol. After the first glass, the man had gone completely red in the face and was quiet from then on. It was hard to tell if his face was red because of the alcohol or because his eyes were glued onto innkeeper Ifanna’s breasts while she served up the pork cuts.

I entered my room and shrugged off my sweaty shirt with great relief. I tossed it to the side and pulled open the dresser to shove the pack full of orc tusks inside. They barely fit. With the lock in place, I tucked my sword and dagger under the thin mattress atop the bed. My pendant I always kept clasped around my neck.

Satisfied that everything was in order, I yanked off my socks and was halfway out of my pants when a knock sounded at my room door. I seriously considered ignoring it for a second, but sighed and pulled my pants back up.

“One sec, please.”

I opened the door to a standing Ifanna who was holding two short towels and had a basin of warm water at her feet.

“Sir hero, I brought you your hot water as you requested,” she said.

“Thank you.”

I said, then realized I was still in my hero shape, hadn’t ordered any hot water, and I was in the room I placed in my adventurer shape. Shit!

Ifanna stepped into the room, water basin in hand, and swept the door closed behind her with a fluid flick of her foot. She put the water down by the stool between the dresser and the bed before I could say anything and looked straight into my eyes with a smile on her face.

We looked at each other for a long time; she wasn’t leaving.

“Was there something else?” I asked.

Her smile grew larger, teeth shining white. “Would sir hero like me to help wash your back?”

Seriously, is this how famous people are treated? Or is it the handsome face? I did not have any reason to refuse.

“U-uh yes please.”

She helped take off my pants and underwear, and I was naked in an instant. Her hands were a little rough from everyday use, but gentle and small.

“Come take a seat,” she said with a faint blush on her cheeks.

I surely was red. This wasn’t my first time, but I was reacting like it was. I told myself it couldn’t be helped, since I hadn’t been in a situation anywhere near as surreal or exciting as this was.

Limbs stiff, I sank onto the stool, back facing Ifanna, and began wiping my front with one of the towels I wet from the basin.

There was a rustling behind me, and I turned to look. Boy did I get a beautiful view. Ifanna’s brown hair was pinned up in a large bun like she wore when I first came to town. Her neck, long and proud, held up her smooth, tanned face. I could not call Ifanna a young woman, but I could see she put in effort to remain fit and taut. And she was very curvy. A plain white bra heftily held up her breasts, and a short pair of matching panties hugged her hips. There was a finger-length blue bow sewn on the front.

I was growing hard fast, and Ifanna stared directly at my rising companion.

She made a little circle with her hand, eyes unmoving.

“How can I wipe your back when you are facing me?”

“R-right.”

Damn. Get it together Gorzulothe.

A quiet moment passed, as we both busied ourselves with wiping down my body. Wet splashes, audible drips of water, and my loudly pounding heart decorated the ambience.

Then, her towel arced its way over my shoulders and down my chest. An unbelievably soft mass pressed against my back and I barely managed to swallow a gasp.

“Will you wipe my back?” Ifanna asked.

Her words hammered through my head, and her warm breath tickled at my ear.

“Yes.”

I turned, when she backed away. She was naked. Dear gods, I could see the sides of her breasts from around her back. How did she even remove her underwear without me noticing?

Her hair was let loose from its bundle, the tips ending at a thumb-sized birthmark above her tailbone. My eyes were drawn to it, and I ran my fingers across her lightly tanned skin in circles around the mark.

“Ahem,” she interrupted my trance.

She giggled cutely as she parted her hair over her shoulders, and I had to choke down my embarrassment. So, I focused on skirting my towel across her back, while taking care not to press too roughly.

“You can scrub harder,” she said.

When I did, her skin began to take on a faint red glow and Ifanna let out sighs of contentment.

She stood up after I thoroughly scrubbed her backside, revealing her thick thighs, and poured water down her body. We were done with the washing then? I also stood, back turned again to hide my throbbing erection, and poured water over myself. Light sashaying of cloth announced that we were drying off.

When I was about to wrap my towel around my lower half, I felt small hands press on my back. My towel fell to the floor forgotten. Questioningly, I spun around to face Ifanna.

“I have a spot that won’t seem to dry,” she said.

Dear Gods!

I gulped. “May I help you with that?”

“Please.”

Her legs moved to the bed in one, two, steps, and she lay down on her back. She lifted her feet to the edge revealing a trimmed, brown bush that curled around large petals. They greeted me with alluring, glistening nectar. No amount of resistance could keep me from getting a taste, and I buried my nose into the sweet fragrance.

Soft tickling stimulated my cheeks as I indulged in Ifanna’s scent and taste. I couldn’t get enough. I used my hands to stretch the source wider, so I could send my tongue in deeper. I licked and slurped and made loud sloppy sounds; and I nibbled happily at the little nub that quivered under my nose.

I didn’t know how long I teased at Ifanna’s vagina, but eventually I was torn away by her hands. She cupped my chin and brought my face up to hers. Her cheeks were flushed red and her chest heaved from deep breaths. Her fingers ran through my hair, the hero’s hair, and unpinned the barrette holding it all in place.

Ifanna, in complete control, brought my face down for a kiss as she wrapped her fingers around my erection. She gave it painfully slow strokes while our kiss grew long and breathless.

She pulled me closer and I felt my erection meet her wet labia. I entered with a momentary pressure against her warm walls, before sinking in down to the base of my hips.

Overwhelmed by a sharp gasp, Ifanna stretched her neck, and I took full advantage to crawl my tongue along her collar bone.

The rhythmic movement came naturally to us and before long we were breathing heavily.

“Harder!”

Ifanna kept demanding of me, so I pounded her raised hips with all my strength. Her cries were loud and evocative, and each time I squeezed her round butt with my supporting hands her ecstatic squeals drove me wild.

“Yes!” she cried when I flipped her over, butt in the air.

Both of my hands slapped at her cheeks and I reentered her in a single, selfish thrust. To my wonder, my handprints rose in a dazzling red contrast to her skin.

I slapped, pinched, and squeezed wherever my fingers could reach. I couldn’t get enough of her high-pitched yelps of pleasure nor the powerful feeling that welled up inside as I freely enjoyed her body.

My resistance whittled under pressure of a mounting ejaculation, so I bit down on Ifanna’s shoulder to hold on a little longer. I squeezed her butt tightly. I was almost painfully hard and excited, and the salty taste of her sweaty neck was delicious.

With a jerk, I thrust as deep as I could and an irrepressible moan escaped my lips as I came.

When the exaltation eased, I noticed I was clinging flat onto Ifanna’s back. I slid to the side, our skin sticky with sweat, and Ifanna squirmed around to embrace me in her arms. She wrapped one leg over mine as we faced each other, and she ran her fingertips along my scalp. A strange feeling I couldn’t identify, delightful, filled my chest when I saw white-stained fluid drip from her twitching opening.

Her arms were warm and her skin stuck against mine. I was swaddled and happy, and the pats on my head were comforting.

I looked up into Ifanna’s brown eyes, and she smiled.

“That was lovely,” she said.

I knew she meant it.

Why was that?

"Yes,” I said, nothing else felt quite right to say.

I stayed in her arms, not wanting to move, and simply enjoyed being close to her. I wondered if she felt the same…but pushed the thought away to enjoy the moment.

Sometime later, my eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep cuddled up next to the beautiful woman.

[~1500wds]