"I will be staying for the night."
"Five copper coins, plus a meal," the innkeeper stated flatly.
"Here." I slid the coins across the scarred wood of the counter. In return, she handed me an iron key with a room number crudely etched into the metal. I pocketed the key and turned back toward the table where she was waiting. "Let's go," I commanded.
"Yes..." she whispered, her voice barely audible as she stood up.
We walked out of the common room, the heavy thud of my boots echoing against the floorboards as we headed upstairs. It took a moment of navigating the hallway before I found the right door. The room was sparse, offering nothing but a thin mattress, a three-legged stool, a cupboard, and a small table. It was more than enough for what I had planned.
Walking to the far corner, I leaned my sword against the wall. I turned back to look at the woman who had followed me in. This morning, she had been a complete stranger. But after hours of relentlessly fucking her this morning, she was now my toy.
"Don't make me wait," I said.
She moved toward me with a desperate hunger, turning around to press her backside firmly against my front. She began to grind her ass against my cock. I was feeling a little too sensitive. I sat back on the edge of the bed, but she didn't stop. She kept at it—grinding and grinding, her movements frantic until I reached out and hauled her soft body against mine.
That ass was a machine. She was twerking like a goddamn addict, like she couldn't control herself anymore. Eventually, the pressure was too much; I couldn't hold back. I tried to pull away, to slow her down before I lost control, but she ground back harder, pinning me against the thin mattress with her weight. She kept going, driving me toward the edge, and I felt the surge building. I was going to blow.
Left with no choice, I used every ounce of my strength to seize her hips and spin her around. I slammed her face-down against the bed, her ass thrust high in the air. She was wearing an ash-colored gown that reached her ankles, but the fabric had a dark, spreading wet stain soaked through the back.
"It seems you still don't get it," I growled, my hands bunching in the fabric.
I tore the gown open with a sharp jerk, the seams gave way to reveal her wide, pale hips and a dripping, sodden cunt.
"Ahh~ fuck!" she moaned into the pillow.
I slapped the hell out of those ass cheeks, the sound of palm on flesh echoing in the small room. I watched the skin tremble and turn a deep crimson, as juices sprayed out from her heat. I still remembered pinning her against that stone wall this morning; boy, was it hot. I had kept pounding her until she was nothing but a babbling, cumming mess. By the time I was done, she had forgotten she had a husband. She had forgotten she had a literal protagonist for a son.
I intended to drive her insane today. I was going to pound her until my cock couldn't rise anymore. That was the mission, after all.
[Turn Rosalind into your sex slave: In Progress]
Her ass was wriggling beneath me, seeking my cock. I held it down and leaned forward, kissing the skin of her thighs and biting the sensitive folds of her cunt. She started cumming like crazy, the spray hitting my face as she bucked.
"You really are a bitch," I sneered.
It hadn't taken much to break her. A tight corner, one leg raised high to ram her crazy, a relentless pace that tore her world apart until she was literally begging me to fuck her to death.
"Yes... I'm a bitch... a dirty little unfaithful bitch... please, use my hole as much as you want!"
Oh? I positioned my cock right at the entrance, but I didn't give her what she wanted. I rubbed it against her slit in a torturously slow, shallow slide that never went in. I teased her until she was sobbing with need.
"I'm begging you! Please! Fuck me!"
She tried repeatedly to push her ass back, trying to force my cock inside her, but I wasn't having it. I moved back instead, creating distance she couldn't bridge.
"Turn around," I ordered.
She scrambled to obey. She looked like an addict who needed their fix desperately. Wow. Just a little pleasure and she's like this already?
"Open that mouth."
She did, her breath coming in ragged, shallow pants, her eyes wide with a feverish expectation. She was a blonde with piercing green eyes and heavy D-cup breasts—the first things I had violated this morning until they were literally leaking milk from the abuse.
Without waiting, I rammed my cock into her mouth. She hugged my waist tightly, pulling me in deeper, deep-throating me as if she wanted to suffocate on it. She wasn't even letting me pull back; it was as though she wanted to suffer the lack of air. I reached down and dragged one of her breasts roughly, the pain making her moan through the obstruction as she climaxed again.
I gripped the back of her head, pulled out only to ram back in with a heavy grunt. I felt the wet, slimy texture of her throat sliding along my length. I pulled back and slammed inside again, not missing the tears pricking the corners of her eyes from the force of the impact. I rammed her again and again and again until I had her pinned to the bed, seating myself directly over her as I pumped a hot, searing load of juice into her throat.
I thrusted a few more times instinctively before pulling out. My cock was limp for only a second before it throbbed back to life, harder than before and pulsing with thick veins. Now, I was ready to pound her until only a gaping, ruined hole was left between her legs.