Mercenary Eugene (1)
The sun had dipped below the western horizon, leaving only a faint reddish smear in the sky. I gritted my teeth against the familiar grime and pushed open the door to the inn I'd been crashing at for nearly a month.
Ding-a-ling.
"Eugene! Back quick as always!" The fifties innkeeper—Louis—called out from behind the counter. A natural smile spread across his fat face, laced with greed for the coin I'd pay and a touch of personal fondness.
'No wonder. Solo guy booking a double room and calling for bath service? Gotta be a welcome regular.'
I stepped up to the counter and pulled three silver coins from my pouch. His lips curled higher, and he launched into excited chatter.
"Room's the usual one, all set. Dinner first? And the bath girl—any preferences?"
"Someone who sucks dick good."
"Got it. Grab a table over there; food's coming right up. Maria!"
He snatched the silvers off the counter and hollered for his wife in the kitchen. I settled at a table away from the other guests and waited about two minutes.
"Dig in hearty."
A hunk of rye bread, soup with some meat chunks, and a steak from god-knows-what cut hit the table. Compared to the hazy memories of modern meals, it fell short in every way. But after days of jerky and hardtack that made me gag, it was a feast. My stomach swelled with satisfying warmth from the hot food for the first time in ages. Once done, I headed upstairs, unpacked in my room, and made for the bath.
Splash! Splash! Splash!
Haaang! Ahhh!
Passing rooms already leaking sticky moans, I entered the bath. I stripped off my dagger and clothes within reach, then scooped water from the basin with a ladle.
Whoosh... Whoosh...
I rinsed the sweat and dust from my body roughly before sinking into the wooden tub. As I leaned back, a mercenary from yesterday's fight popped into my head—the kid pierced by an arrow in the neck. Still too green and baby-faced to call a real merc. Name was something like Phil...? Said he'd buy his mom new shoes with the payout.
"Fuck do I care... He's dirt now."
I shoved away the image of him puking blood and calling for his mom till the end, trying to melt into the warm water's comfort. Then—
Knock knock knock.
A woman slipped in with a small basket.
"Evening. You called for bath service?"
"Yeah."
"Right away then."
No sooner said than she approached my tub, rummaging in her basket. Thankfully, no telltale clink of metal—just sponge and soap. I relaxed once I spotted the sponge in her hand.
'This goddamn bandit world... Can't even bathe in peace.'
PTSD from four years back, nearly getting my throat slit by a robber disguised as bath help. The frustration clawed at my chest until her sponge hit my shoulders and she spoke in a sweet, coaxing voice.
"I'm Emma, by the way. Eugene, right?"
"You know me?"
"Who doesn't? You're the talk of Turil Village. Seven contracts without a scratch—folks say you're why it's safe now..."
Her bright first impression matched the chatterbox vibe, but damn, she could talk. Still, her sugary scent and voice were pleasant enough; I let her words flow in one ear and out the other. Until—
"Lower half now. Mind standing?"
She tapped my shoulder. She'd finished my upper body. I rose wordlessly and turned to face her.
"Ah..."
Emma's face froze, her pale pink lips parting. But just for a second.
"Uh, speak up if anything's uncomfortable."
Her eyes locked on the heavy slab dangling between my legs. She shook it off and started scrubbing my scarred thighs with the sponge.
"...All thanks to you, village feels secure..."
More idle chatter I ignored, though she kept stealing glances at my crotch. Each peek deepened the flush on her cheeks. Soon, only one spot left untouched.
She looked up with a sly, sultry smile, sponge grazing deep inside my thigh.
"This area's extra. What do you say?"
I fished a silver from my discarded clothes—prepped ahead.
"Mouth. Rest is tip."
"Yes♡"
Her face lit up; it was near double the usual blowjob rate. Greedy like her husband's downstairs, but laced with sticky heat.
She gripped my soft cock, sponging it gently.
"God, Eugene, your cock's huge—way bigger than I pictured."
"Huh? What made you think that?"
"This job, you see all types. Faces kinda hint at size. Spotted you around town, figured big, but this big? No way."
Praise or sales pitch? Didn't matter. She raved while subtly stroking the shaft back and forth. Her blush intensified—real admiration, then. Next, she peeled back the foreskin, cleaning the exposed head and ridge meticulously.
'Fuck... Skipping the wash and going straight to tongue-polishing every corner is the real appeal.'
I swallowed regret watching her. Then—
Churp♡
Bath done, she lowered her head slow, lips brushing the drooping glans. From there, pro technique: tongue swirling, zeroing on the head.
Spot-on for my "good sucker" request—top-tier skills. Fatigue melted away, blood rushed south hard.
Swellll... Throb throb!
Under ten seconds, it rock-hardened, twitching wildly with just the tip in her mouth.
"Whoa... First time this big for me. Can't even swallow half..."
She spat it out, eyes wide with genuine awe, stroking my raging erection up and down. That look—woman marveling at me and my cock from below—pure thrill, every time.
Throb! Throb!
Hit the sweet spot; my dick bucked. Her blowjob resumed, thicker somehow.
Churp slurp... Gluck gluck♡
Rough, bumpy tongue teasing all the good nerves. Sultry eyes locked on mine as she devoured the thick shaft inch by inch. Tingles shot up my spine, pleasure flooding everywhere. Three days' stress? Gone like snow.
No wonder I couldn't quit "baths" post-return. Even after near-death...
...
Bathed clean in body and soul, I catnapped in my room, waiting for my next visitor. The one sneaking in nightly for three weeks now.
Just past midnight, familiar footsteps in the hall woke me.
Click...
Door unlocked; a woman in thin nightclothes slipped in. Tanned skin, athletic MILF curves.
"Miss me, baby?"
She shut the door silent, climbed atop me, whispering sweet in my ear. Ripe female scent wafting, face full of anticipation. Maria, Louis's wife—twenty years his junior.
...
Three weeks back, a fluke fuck hooked her hard. Now every night I stayed, she offered herself up. Free prime MILF pussy? No way I'd pass.
And now, second load pumping her womb full as I thrust.
Slam! Slam!
Squelch squelch squelch♡
"Nngh... Ahhh♡"
Bed creaking, wet flesh slapping, sticky walls grinding lewdly. Maria bit the sheets to muffle moans. I pounded her ecstasy-twisted face till the end, then pinned my glans to her cervix and unleashed.
Collapsed atop her fevered body, panting.
"Huff... huff..."
"Haaa... Baby, you're so good I nearly died♡"
Her walls clenched my cock in aftershocks, blissed out. Same as always—till her next words chilled me.
"Baby, run away with me. Can't live with that pig anymore."
'Tonight's my last in this village.'
...
Dawn's dim haze. Geared up, I slipped from the inn into the forest path to the next village.
About five minutes along the foggy dirt trail, an unnatural rustle—not nature—halted me.
Then a familiar man's voice.
"Eugene. Leaving without a word?"
A gust parted the mist. There stood Louis, blocking the path.