Fantasy RP Aethel’s Amorous Adventures

As she pulled away and looked for the next place, Tilas grabbed her waist, lifting her and bending her over the counter, right where he often laid out sweets for one to inspect their treats. He answered her question by pulling her thighs apart, quickly starting to push himself in side of her slit, his moving to pin her a bit.
 
As Aethel was finally being fed what she had been waiting for, what she's been holding in while the father dangled his temptations before her eyes, Talis pulled his head up as she moaned out. Every thrust was deeper and firm, stirring her up, he brought his lips to herself quickly, trying his best to keep her from making too much noise and drawing in Jack. Or anyone else for that matter.
 
Aethel moaned through the kiss, returning it sloppily. She put her hands around his shoulders and held on, peering up into his face intently. Her lips pursed and she moaned. She was approaching her climax quickly. She buried her face into his shoulder, spasms rocking though her body as she came. Her pussy quivered on his cock, clamping around it convulsively.
 
Aethel gave a soft giggle. “That’s great.” Grabbing a handkerchief from her pocket, she wiped her skin clean, then folded it and put it away. Next, she fixed her clothes, closing her blouse and adjusting the rest of her clothes so she looked presentable. She turned toward him with a grin. “That was fun. Until next time.” And with a wink, she turned and went out the door.
 
Aethel nodded and waved, then stepped into the street, grinning to herself. She glanced up at the church. Hardly any time had actually passed, but it had been enough for the twighlight to deepen as night drew on. She searched the window for the candle, pondering her work with the priest and wondering if it would have any effect. For the moment, she was actually doubtful, but the thrill of it made it worth it whether she succeeded or not.
 
The tavern as always was lively with the night light of the town, the gaurds that were off duty were in the midst of getting in there rounds of drinks. A bard was up on the stage, singing a song and making a tale about a gallant warrior making a long journey to find a woman that drove his passions. The tavern girls acknowledged Aethel and her familiars cheered and hooted at her. She even could see the Twins putting their tag team attention on some maiden.
 
Aethel studied him a moment. Her appetite was sated for the moment. If someone wanted to enjoy her, they would have to be worth it. An already drunk guardsman who obviously didn't know or didn't care at the moment how a woman wanted to be treated wasn't going to earn her attention. She waved him off. "No thank." She offered him a smile, trying to be gentle about it. "I don't like that Numb Arrow stuff." She recognized the ale by the scent. She didn't actually mind the ale, but this gave her a hopefully plausible excuse.
 
"Ah come on now! Numb Arrow is a good one!" He insisted as he started to put any arm around her shoulders, smiling merrily, though his eyes leered on her body briefly. "Don't be a- afraid to push your bounds!" He said. A couple of other gaurds glanced over, noticing but they started to speak together in hushed tones. Aethel could tell the drunken man had some rank in the room, the gilded trim of a Officer rank than rank and file.
 
She sank down on top of him, pulled down by his grip. She was still feeling reluctant, but slowly deciding that insistence deserved a shot. "I give a good time if I get one." She turned toward him. "If you want it, you've gotta earn it." She was glad they were near the twins, because she was pretty certain she could call on them to extricate her if she needed them to.
 

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