The Lonely Lady of the Reunion Inn
"Um, Sis...? About that..."
The girl named Sophie, who was picking up the shards at Rachel's feet, glanced around and began to whisper quietly.
"Oh, Sophie!"
Only then did Rachel notice the shattered beer mug. She gently slipped out of my embrace and knelt to help Sophie pick up the broken pieces from the floor. Feeling awkward just standing there, I lent a hand as well, gathering the shards and throwing them away.
*Clatter!*
"Well, if you two have things to talk about, why don't you head upstairs where it's comfortable? I'll keep an eye on things down here!"
Sophie pumped her fist, her lips pressed tight, giving Rachel a reassuring, determined look. The now-silent tavern was staring entirely at Rachel and me. Flustered by the blatant attention, Rachel gasped, grabbed my sleeve, and quickly dragged me away.
"This is so embarrassing..."
Her face was flushed bright red as she led me up to the second floor. Downstairs, the clamor immediately started up again, and I knew we would be the talk of the town for quite some time. Rachel seemed to realize this too, fanning her face with her hand as she let out a long sigh.
"What am I going to do... Heaven knows how those mischievous people will tease me."
"Just tell them I'm the man you love."
"...Oh? And here I thought I was just some woman you used once and threw away."
Her tone was suddenly so cold and laced with thorns that it made her tearful embrace from moments ago feel like a lie. I realized that the reckoning had finally come.
"Were you upset?"
"Do you really think 'upset' even begins to cover it?"
Rachel pouted, glaring at me. I gave a bitter smile, placing my hand on her cheek to gently wipe away the dried tear tracks.
"I've spent my whole life wandering. Settling down... it felt foreign to me."
Though my "whole life" in this world only amounted to five years, it wasn't entirely a lie. Since joining the mercenary group, I had never lived a settled life. I was far more accustomed to wandering, staying for a single night, and moving on the next day.
"...And?"
"But the more women I claimed as mine, the more I found myself thinking of you, Rachel."
Stealing Rachel from her husband had been my choice. Leaving her behind after she trusted and followed me had also been my choice. Yet, as time passed, she was the one who lingered in my mind.
"So you've acquired other women in the meantime, have you?"
Rachel's hand slid down, caressing my bulging crotch. She glared up at me with a mischievous smile.
"It might be late for me to start caring now, but from this moment on, I want you to come with me."
"...I tried to forget you and move on."
"Rachel."
"I know. You chose me, Master, but I chose you too. The more I tried to push you away, the harder I struggled just to survive, the more you kept appearing in my thoughts."
With sadness in her eyes, Rachel glanced up and down the hallway. Then, she spread her arms wide, pointing down the corridor, and proudly smiled.
"I built this inn with the money you gave me back then. People mocked me, asking what an outsider thought she was doing running an inn, and they ostracized me. But I succeeded anyway, right in their faces."
"I heard the rumors. They say it's a very famous inn."
"Fufu. I hoped that if the rumors spread far enough, you might hear them and come back to me, Master."
"To ask you to throw all of this away and follow me... is that too selfish of me?"
This inn was practically Rachel's entire life now. We had shared ecstatic nights together, but after I abandoned her, this inn—built with her own sweat, blood, and the money I left—was undoubtedly the only thing she had left.
"Fufufu..."
After we gazed into each other's eyes for a few quiet moments, Rachel suddenly covered her mouth and giggled. Resting her hands on her hips, she let out a deep sigh.
"How can I say no when you look at me with those sad puppy eyes?"
"Rachel..."
"Whatever happens next is my choice too, so don't feel guilty. You're a man, aren't you?"
*Smack!*
Rachel playfully smacked my ribs like a sassy tavern matron and turned around. Before I knew it, the ring of keys I had received from Sophie was dangling from her fingers.
"We'll talk more tonight. I need to finish up my work for the day, and there are some matters I need to settle."
"Aren't those my keys?"
"I'll show you to your room. Just follow me!"
*Step, step, step.*
With a pleasant smile, Rachel took the lead, and I followed close behind. As she hummed a tune while climbing the steep stairs, her backside swayed enticingly. Her voluptuous, full hips pressed tightly against her seemingly loose white skirt, looking incredibly luscious.
"But really, Room 502... I can't believe Sophie gave you this room."
Unlocking the door, Rachel's face flushed. She cleared her throat with a soft cough and stepped inside.
"Is there something wrong with this room?"
"No, it's not that... Do you really want to know?"
Rachel fidgeted with her fingers, clearly embarrassed and trying to avoid answering. This only piqued my curiosity further, so I slid up close to her and asked.
"Come on, tell me. You're just making me more curious."
"Phew... It's the room key she only gives to men she fancies."
*Clink.*
Yielding to my persistent questioning, Rachel tossed the keys onto the desk and pouted shyly. Men she fancies? Come to think of it, I recalled hearing Sophie's name when I first entered the city.
"Whenever a handsome man shows up, she assigns him a room she has a spare key for, and then she sneaks in during the night."
"Honestly, that girl is so wicked," Rachel muttered, waving her hand like a gossiping neighbor. It seemed Sophie had fully intended to sneak into my room tonight and devour me.
"She rarely does that, though... But then again, you are very handsome, Master."
"Thanks for the compliment. You've grown even more beautiful yourself, Rachel."
"Oh, please... I've just put on some weight now that I can afford to eat well..."
Despite her modest words, she was clearly pleased by the compliment. She gave me a playful side-eye, looked around the room, and began tidying up. First, she dusted the desk, checked the bathroom and the floor, and finding everything in order, she moved to make the bed.
"Mmph—"
Holding her breath, Rachel leaned over the bed, grabbing the edges of the blanket to smooth them out. Pressing her firm yet slightly soft belly against the mattress, she stretched her arms forward, rubbing her thighs against the bed frame while swaying her hips.
"Oh dear, it just won't flatten out properly..."
Well, look at this. Seeing right through Rachel's little game, I couldn't hide my grin. Pretending to struggle as she stretched her arms, exposing her smooth armpits beneath her sleeveless top, she kept stealing glances at me while shaking her rear.
"Mmh..."
Her curved hips, tightly hugged by the white skirt, swayed and defined the outline of her panties. With her breasts pressed flat against the mattress, she slowly raised her rear, shaking it in a blatant invitation. Unable to resist her seduction any longer, I walked over and stood right behind her.
"Need some help with that?"
"Ah... then, could you hold down that corner over there? ♡"
Rachel licked her lips with her pink tongue, giving me a coquettish look as she pointed to the edge of the bed. I leaned down, pressing my upper body against her back, and began to slowly rub my rock-hard crotch against her cleft.
"Ahhh... right there... reach a bit further... ♡"
*Squish, squish.*
Even as I reached out as she instructed, I kept grinding against her. Within seconds of friction, her private parts began to overflow with wet, hot juices. Feeling the fabric of my trousers grow warm and damp, I whispered softly in her ear.
"It looks like we're almost done here. Should I take a look at the leak down below as well?"
"Ah... yes, please. I still have so much tidying left to do..."
Taking Rachel's cue to continue our little roleplay, I pulled my crotch back and rolled up her skirt, which was clinging tightly to her round buttocks.
*Drip.*
Her panties were already so soaked they had ceased to serve any purpose, and sticky honey was trickling down her thighs. I gathered the wetness with my fingers, smeared it over her underwear, and pulled the fabric aside, exposing her prominent cameltoe.
*Twitch! Gush!*
Rachel's plump pussy, covered in golden pubic hair, began to throb and gush out sweet nectar. Utterly aroused, she buried her face in the mattress, her breathing ragged, as she rhythmically swayed her hips to entice me further.
*Slurp! Sucking sounds.*
"Mmh... ah... ahh... yes! ♡"
Inhaling her musky, potent scent, I buried my face directly into her fleshy folds. *Schlick.* As I licked and sucked the soft flesh clinging to my tongue and lips, I flicked her clitoris with the tip of my nose. Rachel shuddered, her thighs trembling as she tried to squeeze her legs together.
*Slurp, slurp, slurp. Wet licking.*
"Ah... hah... oh god... yes, right there! ♡"
Coating my thick fingers in her abundant juices, I flicked and rubbed her sensitive little pearl, teasing her mercilessly. Every time I stimulated her clit, her vaginal walls clamped down tight. I poked at her entrance with the tip of my tongue, feasting on her sweet nectar like a starving dog.
"Slurp, slurp, gulp..."
"Your tongue... lick me more with your tongue... ahhh! ♡"
"This was your favorite spot, wasn't it, Rachel?"
*Squish, squish.*
"Oh god... yes, right there... ahhh! ♡"
Curving my fingers like a hook, I thrust deep inside her, stretching her open. I took her plump outer lips into my mouth, nibbling on them gently before plunging my tongue back inside to pump her. Driven wild by my relentless cunnilingus, Rachel thrashed, pounding her fists against the bed as her hips convulsed, until she finally squirted.
*Splash! Squirt!*
As the hot fluid drenched my face, I gave a wry smile and wiped myself with the bedsheet. The pristine blanket was now soaked through, ruined. Rachel collapsed, completely spent, with only her rear still hoisted toward the ceiling, her body twitching as she continued to leak juices.
"Hah... ahh... ♡"
With her tongue lolling out and her head buried in the mattress, Rachel let out a soft groan and pushed herself up with trembling arms. She spun around, opened her arms wide, and whined cutely.
"Hold me... please? Hurry...!"
"Haha."
Amused by her slutty posture paired with such adorable whining, I chuckled and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. Her soft, heavy breasts pressed firmly against my chest, her erect nipples making their presence known even through our clothes.
"Mmh... ♡"
Smiling as she basked in my warmth like a purring cat, Rachel rubbed her face against my neck, leaving her sweet scent on my skin. As my desire intensified, I loosened one arm and reached down to unbutton my trousers, but Rachel gently stopped my hand.
"Mmh... wait just a moment."
*Inhale.*
Taking a deep breath of my scent, Rachel smiled with a melted, blissful expression. She released me and guided me to sit on the edge of the bed. As I sat down, she immediately slid off the mattress, knelt on the floor, and crawled between my thighs. I gently stroked her hair.
*Slide, slide.*
Her beautiful golden hair slipped through my fingers. Smiling happily, Rachel used her slender fingers to slowly pull down my zipper, releasing my fully erect shaft.
"Ah... ♡"
She flicked the tip of my cock through my underwear with her fingernail, swallowed hard, and pulled my briefs down.
*Boing!*
"Ah! ♡"
My cock sprang free, lightly bopping her on the nose. Rachel let out a silly giggle, then slowly puckered her lips and leaned in close to my shaft.
*Smooch.*
"Mmh..."
Her hot breath brushed against me as her wet lips pressed a firm kiss onto my glans. As my cock twitched, leaving a faint trace of lipstick on the tip, Rachel smiled, slowly parted her lips, and took me into her mouth.
"Mmph... ♥"
With an ecstatic expression, as if savoring a long-awaited delicacy, she sucked on the head and slowly slid the shaft deeper into her mouth.
"Ngh..."
Her wet mouth and warm tongue coated my glans and shaft, licking upward and driving me wild. The intense heat made me lift my hips slightly. Fighting back the urge to blow, I gripped the back of her head.
"Mmph... slurp, suck, slurp... ♥"
*Slurp, slurp.*
Working her lips, Rachel swallowed me all the way to the hilt, looking up at me with eyes full of pure ecstasy as she clamped her throat tight around me. As her wet mouth and hot throat squeezed me relentlessly, I couldn't help but marvel at how incredible her mouth felt. Had her blowjobs always been this mind-blowing?
"Mmm... ♥"
*Slurp, slurp, squelch, squelch... ♥*
Pulling my cock out of her tight throat, Rachel gripped my spit-shined shaft and began pumping it in and out of her mouth herself. As my glans rubbed against her pooled saliva, it created a frothy lather, making incredibly lewd, wet squelching noises.
"Ngh... I'm going to cum...!"
*Grip!*
"Mmph... mmph... mmph... ♥"
Exhaling a hot breath through her nose, Rachel nodded eagerly and swallowed my cock deep down her throat once more. As her throat pulsed and squeezed around me, sending waves of intense heat through my shaft, I gripped her hair and let loose, shooting my load deep inside her.
*Spurt! Spurt!*
"Mmph! ♥"
As the thick semen blasted against the back of her throat, Rachel's eyes trembled, but she swallowed every drop greedily. After gulping down the very last drop, she slowly slid my cock out of her mouth and, with a radiant smile, parted her lips to show me her hot, messy mouth.
"Hah... ♥ Thank you for the delicious, thick seed, Master... ♥"
Looking into her mouth, which felt so hot it practically had steam rising from it, I began to worry that I might fall completely under the spell of this woman, who had grown infinitely more seductive during our time apart.
"Fufu. Master, you won't be able to go back downstairs in that state... Is there anything else I can help you with?"
She fanned her sleeveless top, teasing me with her deep cleavage. Shivering under my intense gaze, she slowly raised her arms, locking her fingers behind her head to present her smooth, bare armpits to me.
"Then I shall shamelessly accept your offer."
Faced with the irresistible temptation of this slutty, mature woman who clearly had no intention of letting me leave, I smirked. I leaned in close, slowly stretching my tongue toward her smooth armpit.