The guards run after me, their swords raised high, completely disregarding Bree and the corpses. I bet they’ll think I’ve killed them, not a woman who just happens to be in the way. After a short distance, a carriage passes me on the main street, and I jump behind it, holding onto it tightly for dear life. The coachman stares at me and curses me out, his hands on the reins, looking me over, probably assuming I’m a murderer by the blood on my face and clothes. With all the limelight on me, I find a good footing spot and move my right hand to take the few coins I have on me. They’re just weighing me down anyhow. I throw them at the coachman, and the man bows to me, tipping his hat while tapping it with his hand. Then, with loud whistles, he waves the reins on the horses’ backs, and the carriage takes speed. He doesn’t look concerned at all anymore, as he probably can always tell to the guards he didn’t see me in his haste. The wheels hit the cobblestones of the street with such forc
To my surprise, the widow doesn’t seem to be discouraged by my appearance at all. She stops in front of the house, looking curiously at the wood shingles on her roof. “What are you doing up there?” “Isn’t it obvious? I’m fixing the roof!” Grinning, I pat one of the planks. Then I realize my grin might not be the most pleasant sight considering the way I look. “Did you manage to leave the room unseen?”“Yes, it’s not the first time I’ve accidentally seen them like that.” She holds out the basket and gives me the sweetest smile. “I’ve brought meat pie. The kitchen ladies always let me have some leftovers.”Food! Finally! It’s been too long since I ate. Probably considering my silence as a sign of disgust, she tries to convince me. “It has meat, vegetables, and seasonings in a nice pastry crust. The palace cook is the best in all the realm and everything out of her oven is to die for.”From the roof, I can already smell the savory aroma wafting from the food. It smells delicious. “Ye
The widow licks her lips. In response, I move my thumb from her chin to her lower lip.“Take off your stockings and panties,” I order. Her head shakes from side to side, her face flushes as it slips out of my hands. “Not here.”“Why not?” “Anyone could see us…”I chuckle, but my voice remains commanding. “Were you embarrassed when you sucked me off at the palace? Someone could have seen that. You didn’t seem to care when you gulped down my essence. Naomi, I want you to show me how much you want to drink some more.”As she gulps, her hands obediently slip beneath her skirt. She begins to pull down her stockings. I watch her, my back against the chimney as I sit down comfortably.Stockings and panties off, she presses her legs together and tugs down her skirt. She tucks everything she took off inside the apron's pocket, probably afraid to lose them. Her thighs are smooth, toned, and firm. No imperfections whatsoever.My cock throbs under the pressure of its confinement. I can feel it
Only when I stop sucking her swollen nipples, I realize night has fallen all around. The widow’s face appears clear to me as fireflies jingle all around us. The starry night sky and a bright half moon shine above us, parting the darkness with their glint. Bewitched, I stare at the widow. She stops short and raises her body, her hand going for my cock and angling it up. Her voice is a whispered sob, “I can’t hold out anymore.”Without another word, she uses both hands to guide me inside her. She sinks down, impaling herself on my cock. Head tilted back, she lets out a pleased cry as her walls tense and press around my shaft, testing its hardness. “This feels so good…” she moans, her legs trembling.I let her ride me, enjoying the light tremors of her hips every time she lowers herself. I drive my fingers over her legs, squeezing her thighs. The sight of her bent over me, her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing with her movements, aroused me so much that my cock responded with a t
In the afternoon, the roof is all fixed, and hopefully, no more leaks will happen. As I pridefully survey my work, I hear System’s voice once again.[Now seems the best time to mention the updated stats and the overall summary of tasks and accomplishments][Here are the updated stats for user David Mcconnell]Women fucked: 2Women satisfied: 2Blowjobs received: 5 (+1)Blowjobs given: 3 (+1)Orgasms inflicted: 8 (+2)Highest time lasted: 147 minutes and 48 secondsTotal sexual encounters: 4 (+1)[Side task completed: Repair the widow’s roof. Rewards pending user’s choice][One active side task still in progress: Have a threesome or a foursome][Main Task: Become the king of Zhenaria]As I stare at the message, I notice System left a note. It says:[You haven't had any new sexual partners except for Naomi and Bree, so I'm afraid your number of women satisfied has stayed at two]She likes to point out any faults, huh? Whatever. Fucking the widow is pretty great on its own. Show me the p
It takes me less than an hour to arrive at the palace, but I didn’t go straight there. Instead, I took a detour through the alleyways and hid from the guard patrols in a deserted building— everything according to System’s directions, which up to this point have been spot on. The guards almost spotted me twice, but I slinked away. Damn, I was so close to being caught. The last thing I need is to be taken to the dungeon right now. I won't be able to get out of there or complete my task. When I finally make it to the palace, I see the widow just outside the gates. In her spare maid outfit, she appears to be tired and distracted, but I know that look on her face. She has a purpose as her feet start walking in a specific direction.Stalking her like a ghost would be easy, especially with System’s new enhancements, but I want her to trust me, not feel like I'm hunting her down. I hope she’ll let me in on her secrets.“Hey,” I casually greet her as I come up to her. “You look like you coul
Naomi enters the shop. Before I can follow, a young woman dressed in a servant’s outfit comes running out. Her eyes shine with happiness, and I notice she has something in her hand: a small vial.I watch her scurrying away while holding the vial to her chest like it’s a priceless treasure. Shaking my head, I step into the shop to follow the widow. As soon as I enter, the perfume hits me. It’s strong and smells like a chemical store. The far wall is lined with bookcases, but books aren't the only things on display. Nestled among the old volumes are several glass jars filled with colorful liquids. They range from bright red to deep blue to light purple. Each contains an unknown substance; the labels withhold the names, but they tell me enough: Poisonous. Explosive. Dangerous.There are two other women apart from Naomi waiting at the counter. They look at me a tad suspiciously before averting their gazes. From behind a red curtain in the back of the shop, a man comes out with a vial
“So, please, enlighten me, Sensei.”As soon as I utter the words in an obvious mocking tone, George’s eyes blaze like a brazier. “Do you want to see my experiments? You’ll be in for a special treat. I spent the past ten years perfecting my techniques and formulas.”“Maybe. What are they about?” I add more as a playful nudge.“Everything! My studies and experiments have led me to the ultimate discovery: the secret to almost anything you want is in the molecules of women’s fluids, which you can extract and make into potions. The fluid chemistry and pH change according to how she’s feeling at the time. For that, I’ve created a series of experiments with various equipment. I’m afraid, though, Naomi is the only woman around now. Would you lend her to me for a demonstration?”I don’t need to turn to her to know the answer. Her fingers are already hooked into my arm, her nails digging into my skin as she leans against my back. “No, I don’t think Naomi wants to partake in your experiments an