A few hours later

You and Dew stayed in the bath for almost an hour, but eventually the water got cold and the two of you got dressed. Now that you’ve thoroughly fucked the horniness out of the air, you and Dew actually get to talking. As it turns out, the town is relatively small for the amount of houses, only around 50 people live here.

“Most people are decent” she says, while you listen quietly, “but Matilda’s my only real friend, y’know?” You nod in understanding.

“What’s Matilda like normally?” you ask, interested to find out more about the girl.

“She’s usually a lot less nervous than when she met you” Dew laughs, “In all seriousness, she’s a good ‘un, she looks after people and she’s always had my back.” Her tone lightens, “she’s a blush monster, though, every time we meet she seems to be red in the face.”

Given the way she stared at Dew’s swaying ass back in the garden, you think you understand why, but you keep your mouth shut. “What’s your mother like?” you ask, trying to change the topic before a knowing smile spreads across your face.

“She’s my mother, and I love her” Dew responds quickly, “but at the same time, god can she be a bitch.”

“How so?” you ask quizzically.

“Well, you saw some of it this morning” Dew explains, “she’s a damn **** driver, and she goes into a rage whenever somebody steps out of line. It can be exhausting.” She leans back with a sigh, a whimsical look overtaking her face. “Hopefully, you’ll be able to fuck her into line.”

“Hopefully” you quietly agree, not entirely sure how to respond to that statement. Looking at Dew, you’re suddenly in the mood for some romantic serenading.

“I bet you’re a better fuck than her” you say, immediately realising how stupid that sounds. Dew breaks into laughter, almost bent double. You begin to laugh along with her, the mood in the room having eased.

Suddenly, the two of you hear the unmistakable sound of a door opening. “I’m home, sir!” comes a cheery voice from the doorway. Looking over, you and Dew see Xana entering the house with a smile on her face, eagerly striding over to where you’re sitting.

You stand up to meet her, only now realising that you’re a good head taller than the drow. She almost collides into you, pulling you into a passionate, needy kiss as her tits press against you. Your hands reach down and begin to grope her ass, and Xana moans into your mouth as you do so.

Eventually, she pulls back, an apologetic look on her face. “Sorry sir” she says, giving you a small bow, “I shouldn’t have left you unattended for so long” her eyes look up at you, seemingly begging forgiveness.

“It’s fine” you say, trying to dismiss her concerns, “Dew was with me all day, after all.” Xana’s eyes light up at the mention of her daughter.

“Was she attentive at serving you, sir?” she asks, leaning in.

“She was great” you say, being as enthusiastic as possible. Xana looks pleased.

“That’s good to hear” she says, beaming, “she can be so difficult sometimes.” Dew, who is still sitting right next to the two of you, rolls her eyes at that statement.

“As an apology for leaving you alone the entire day, may I cook dinner?” Xana continues, and you nod.

“That sounds great!” you say, not wanting to be rude even though you’re not particularly hungry.

“Excellent! I’ll get right to it.” Xana walks off, and Dew gives you a sympathetic look.

“Mom’s going to wring you dry tonight” she says. As you think of Xana’s tits bouncing as you fuck her, a grin spreads across your face.