After we’d safely arrived in the village, Bree and I came across a small inn-tavern combo to spend the night. It’s a cozy place with a small hearth and a busy tavern at the ground level. Above the tavern are several rooms for rent. As Bree handles the innkeeper and inquires about a room and dinner, I find a quiet corner to sit in and catch glimpses of the sexy bar wenches.My eyes wander from one woman to the next as they walk by, enjoying the sight of their bare legs and tight dresses. From time to time, my gaze wanders, drawn to their breasts which are barely concealed by the thin material. One wench, in particular, attracts my attention. She has long curly hair that falls past her shoulders, with a wild, carefree look in her bright green eyes. Her curves are accentuated by the tight-fitting corset and short skirt she wears as a uniform for this tavern. And though I'm not usually the type to stare at women—[Which is kindaa all you’ve done since you’ve came on Kerenza…]Hmmm… I
As Bree's words hit me, my cheeks burn with heat, and my mind starts racing for a witty response while attempting to maintain my composure. "Well, let's hope it's a good kind of unforgettable," I say, trying to sound nonchalant. “No more bandits, fights, or contests. Just a good dinner and a night of rest would do.”Bree throws her head back, her laughter ringing out like bells. I join in, the tension of our dangerous travels lifting temporarily as we revel in the moment. I watch as she wipes tears from her eyes, her face alight with joy. While we wait for our dinner to arrive, Bree tells me stories of her past adventures. Her eyes light up as she recounts her daring escapades, and I can't help but be drawn in by her energy and passion.She doesn't describe her childhood. But the fact remains that she has been through things most others will never experience. I find myself wondering if I could ever share similar experiences with her. In the depths of my thoughts, my mind wanders b
Lola’s fingers tangle in my hair, and she pulls me closer, deepening our kiss. It's like time stands still as we explore each other's mouths, our tongues dancing in a heated tango. She moans softly as my hand brushes against her underwear, and I can feel the heat rising between us. It's like we're two flames, and the fire between us is growing hotter by the second. I can't help but think about Bree, waiting outside the door for her turn. It's like we're in some kind of twisted game, and this makes things even hotter. As Lola pulls away from our kiss, she bites her lip, teasing me with her gaze. “What if your wife gets back?”“My wife? Bree? Bree’s not—”I swallow, remembering Lola’s Sexual Insight. Getting caught in the act is one of her favorite fetishes that gets her off. The fear of being caught in the act can be incredibly arousing for both partners and can create an adrenaline rush that further heightens the pleasure of the experience. Once, I had a wild time at the beach. Th
Despite my stomach’s rumbling at the enticing aroma of the freshly cooked meal getting cold on the table, my cock wins the battle for priority. Watching Bree and Lola settle on the bed, I can feel the stirrings of my arousal. I push my hands through my hair, taking in the sight. With slow kisses and soft touches, the two women undress each other, slowly exposing more and more of their bodies. When they kiss again, my balls tighten as their tits touch, their nipples grazing each other. Bree’s hands slide down Lola's stomach, pushing down the unwanted skirt until it falls to her knees. Her fingers find the wench’s sweet spot and start to circle around it, slowly bringing Lola to the wanted state of maximum arousal. They begin moving together, kissing, licking, sucking while Lola rides ‘my wife's’ fingers. Her moans of pleasure fill the air as Bree watches me out of the corner of her eye. There is nothing like watching two women getting off. The tingle in my groin is growing stronge
I wake up to the sound of Lola snoring softly beside me. Her hair, a tangled mess, tickles my cheek. With a gentle touch, I brush it away and tuck it behind her ear. Her makeup is smudged, evidence of a long night. Yet, her face looks peaceful and content. Bree is asleep on my other side, her arm draped over my chest. Her breath tickles my neck, head resting against my shoulder. I shift slightly, making Bree stir in her sleep. I stretch my arms, feeling a little cramped from sleeping in such a tight space. It takes me a few seconds to realize where I am and what happened last night. I turn my head to look at Bree again, and she opens one eye, giving me a lazy smile. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she says, her voice husky with sleep. "Did you have fun last night?"I grin back at her, feeling a warmth in my chest. "I definitely did not expect to wake up like this."Lola lets out another snort, and I can't help but chuckle at the sound. It's like a little piglet snoring beside me. "Wel
After a quick breakfast of bread, cheese, and sausage, I step outside the inn and scan the area for Bree and Lola. It doesn't take long for me to spot them— they're standing by a carriage, both looking like they're ready to hit the road. I walk over to them and say, "Hey ladies, what's up? Ready to leave?"Bree shakes her head. "Lola won’t be able to join us. We’ll be traveling just with her sister, Lily, and her husband. We're just waiting for her to finish packing up her husband's collection of antique spoons."I raise an eyebrow. "Antique spoons? Are you serious?"Lola nods solemnly. "Yes, they're very important to him. He's been collecting them for years. If he gets better, he’ll want to see them."I can't help but chuckle. "Well, I guess we all have our hobbies. As long as the spoons don't slow us down too much."Instead of a smile at my joke, Lola's expression turns worried. "I hope my sister’s husband won’t get any worse. He needs to get to Eevee for treatment as soon as possi
The wheels creak and groan as they turn, the sound amplified by the stillness of the surrounding countryside. Despite their slow pace, the horses seem to know where they're going and move steadily forward, their hooves thudding rhythmically against the dirt road. I glance at Bree, who is dozing off next to me in the driver’s box. As we ride along the winding path, the earth rises and falls beneath us. The trees rustle in the soft breeze, and the tall grass sways gently as we pass. The sun shines down upon us, casting long shadows off our forms, and the distant mountains rise up in the hazy distance, beckoning us forward. To my utmost surprise, driving the carriage is simpler than I had anticipated. The reins feel sturdy and the horses respond promptly to even the slightest movements of my hands. I guide them carefully, ensuring a smooth ride and avoiding any obstacles on the road that may jostle our esteemed passengers. [I’m impressed, daddy]Why? [You can help people just becaus
We quickly enter Sasha's home and rush to settle Lily's husband onto the bed while Sasha is searching for something. Bree, Lily and I then take seats, making sure not to obstruct Sasha's movement as she continues her search. The gemstones shimmer on the table as I reach out to touch them. My fingers brush against the smooth surfaces; some are warm, while others feel cool to the touch. I gaze at the kaleidoscope of colors, entranced by the way they reflect the light and create an intricate dance of hues on the walls. It feels like I'm in a magical world, surrounded by treasures beyond my wildest dreams. And maybe I am… Sasha picks up an emerald-green gemstone and turns back to us. "Ah! Here it is! This is the one," she says with a smile. "It's a verdelite, one of the rarest and most powerful healing gemstones out there. It's perfect for this."Bree leans forward in her seat, her eyes wide with excitement. "How do you use it?" she asks eagerly. Sasha's smile widens as she begins to