40 marks [-40 Gold]

"...40 marks!"

Aline had looked like she was going to refuse, but at the sum you name her eyes widen. You can see her hesitating, weighing the pros and cons, and you smile to yourself. Tavern girls are always so easy. Finally Aline says, "What would you want me to do?"

"Up to you," you say with a shrug. "Though certainly I'm going to want to cum.{if Man = True} And I'll admit, I think 40 marks should get me access to at least some cunny...{elseif Woman = True} I'll admit I'd like to sit on your face...{endif}"

Aline swallows, then nods. "All right. I can...I can do that."

You grin. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Coin first, though."

"Naturally." You cross to the small chest by your bed and open it, pulling out your coin purse. Sorting through it, you carefully count out four heavy, 10-mark gold coins and hold them out to Aline. You see her breath catch - perhaps she thought you were bluffing, or perhaps it's just that she's rarely seen this much money in one place before. You grin. Murchen is a backwater - in a big city and at a decent brothel, 40 marks would get you laughed out the door. But Aline slips the coins into her own small purse, tucking it back into her bodice, before meeting your eyes warily.

"All right. Where...uh, where would you like me?"

"Well, you mind warming me up a little?" When she shrugs, you cross to your bed and {if Healer = True}pull your robes up to your waist{elseif Mage = True}pull your robes up to your waist{else}strip off your leggings{endif}. Aline follows you and kneels between your legs, appraising your {if Man=True}semi-hard cock{else}slightly glistening lips{endif}. You nod to her. "Well, get started."

"Yes {if Man=True}sir{else}ma'am{endif}. Mmphhh..." Leaning forward, Aline {if Man=True}wraps her lips around the tip of your cock and sucks you into her mouth. You let out a groan of pleasure as you come to full hardness in her mouth, Aline sucking gently up and down on your shaft and wrapping her little hand around the base of your cock. You rest a hand on the back of her head. "Good little whore," you mutter as she bobs slowly up and down on you.{elseif Woman=True}flattens her tongue and gives you a long lick from your base to your clit. You let out a groan of pleasure as her tongue circles your clit and reach forward, tangling your fingers in her hair. "Fuck yes," you mutter. Her ministrations send waves of pleasure through you as she licks and slurps at your pussy with her skillful tongue. Clearly this isn't the first time she's done this... "Good little whore," you mutter as she gently sucks on your clit.{endif}

Finally, you can't take it anymore, and you pull Aline away from you. Seeing her gasp, lips slightly shiny with saliva and your {if Man=True}precum{elseif Woman=True}juices{endif}, makes you smile. "Ready for the main event?" Aline nods, and you get up to allow her to clamber onto the bed.

{if Man=True}Aline glances at you as she starts for the bed. "How do you...want to do this?" she asks hesitantly. You grin. "No need for anything fancy." You gently push her forward, and she lands on all fours on your pallet. Pulling her skirt up to her waist, you grin at the sight of her slightly slick pussy and tight, round ass. Aline, looking resigned, spreads her legs and lowers her head. Putting one foot up on the bed, you lean forward and tease her and yourself by running the head of your cock up and down her labia. Yes - she seems wet enough for you. Gripping her waist with one hand, you slowly push yourself in.

Both you and Aline groan as you enter her, her silken pussy clamping around your cock like a vise. For you it's a groan of pure pleasure: your cock is in heaven in this hot, tight, wet pussy. Aline seems to be having a good time, too, but it's clear that she's not used to a cock of this girth. She grunts slightly as you bottom out in her cunt. "That all right?" you ask casually.

"Y-yes," she gasps, breath coming in little pants. "Just...big, is all."

"Why thanks," you say with a laugh. "Should make this next part fun." Pulling your hips back slightly, you slam forward and get a little shriek from Aline. You repeat the motion slowly twice more, feeling her get even tighter and wetter around you, before you begin to really fuck her properly. The sound of your hips slapping against her ass fills your small hovel.

You fuck Aline hard for several minutes, both of you moaning in pleasure as you pound into her. Finally, you can feel your body tingling as your orgasm approaches. "Where should I cum, whore?"

"U-uh..." Aline grunts. "M-m-my mouth?"

"Fine by me!" With a groan, you pull out and step to one side, jerking your sensitive cock, as Aline staggers off the bed and kneels down in front of you. She opens her mouth, sticking out her tongue, and you push the head of your cock into her face. The feeling of her warm tongue on the bottom of your shaft sends you over the edge, and you groan as your orgasm takes you and you spray several jets of hot, sticky cum into Aline's waiting mouth. The delivery girl sputters slightly, but swallows it down as your cock slowly deflates. She coughs slightly.

"You ok?" you ask nonchalantly. She nods.

"J-just didn't want to get it on my clothes," she says, clearing her throat. You offer her a cup of water from your basin, and she takes it, swallowing some down with a grateful nod.{endif}

{if Woman=True}Aline starts to lie down on the bed. "You, uh, said you wanted to...be on top?" she asks shyly. You smile.

"I desperately need to cum," you admit. "So, yeah. I wanna sit on that pretty face of yours." Aline blushes, which is cute. Taking a deep breath, she lies down fully, still with all her clothes on. Grinning, you straddle her head, facing her feet, and begin to lower your bare pussy toward her. You feel Aline's tongue, slightly tentative this time, on your clit, and you groan as it begins to explore your most sensitive parts. Within moments you're sitting up, grinding down onto Aline's face as she grips your hips and slurps and licks at your pussy.

You ride the girl's face for a while, losing yourself in the sensation. You can feel your orgasm beginning to build slowly but surely as you grind yourself harder against the delivery girl's face. Aline moans under you and you feel her sucking at your clit more desperately. "Mmmmm," you say. "You want me to cum on your face, girl?" You feel Aline nod, under your cunt. Her legs are twitching and writhing slightly on the bed. You grin and cup her pussy through her skirt. "You're getting pretty turned on by this, huh?"

"Mmm-hmmm," Aline hums, directly into your hole. You gasp and grind down on her again.

"Well, go on then, little whore. Show me how much you want my cum. Eat me!" you order. You begin to buck your hips, feeling your orgasm approaching, and the wet sounds of slurping and slick labia sliding over skin fill the little hovel.

A few moments later, you gasp and drop forward, pressing yourself into Aline's eager mouth as your whole body shakes with your climax. You push back onto the girl as it pulses through you in waves before you finally crash down from your peak. Body going slack, you roll off Aline and onto the bed.

"Thanks, little whore," you say with a breathy laugh. You prop your head up with one arm as Aline sits up. Her face is shiny with your juices, and she looks slightly dazed. You hand her a clean rag from your bedside table, and she wipes her face off. "Want me to take care of you?"

Aline shakes her head. "N-no. Thanks."{endif}

"Well, if you ever want a change of profession, I can make some recommendations," you say with a smirk.

{if Womanizer = True}Aline rolls her eyes. "I'm sure you could...you seem the type to have, let's say, connections in that world." You chuckle.{endif}{if Whore = True}Aline snorts disdainfully. "No, I'm good," she says. "Though I understand you have a bit of a side business, yourself."

Shit. "I'm leaving that behind," you tell her.

"If you say so." {endif}Aline straightens her clothes and stands. "I should go. Let me know if you need anything else from the Hub," she says tartly, emphasizing the last part. Apparently this is going to be a one-time thing.

"Sure, sure," you say. You watch as she gathers her basket and heads briskly out the door, not even sparing you a second glance. With a sigh, you get up and wander over to your table. Dinner is hearty (but now tepid) stew, a chewy roll, and beer: standard fare. You drop your dishes in the basin to sort out later and collapse on your pallet before drifting off into a restless sleep. Tomorrow's a big day...