Eagerly drain his cock

Your initial anger and revulsion have worn off and you feel a hot thrill at the thought of the watchman spilling his seed between your lips. You have no fondness for the man, but it seems almost a point of pride to satisfy his lust. No, you realize, not pride. It is your desire. Hot between your thighs. You need to make him cum and you want it in your mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmm," you moan around him, slurping and flicking your tongue against his bulging tip.

"That's it," groans the watchman. "I knew you'd fall in love with me once that cock was in your mouth. Look at you, so beautiful on your knees."

You bob your mouth on his hardness, taking him to the limit of your throat and letting your spit soak down his shaft. Your fingers caress his tightening bollocks as you slurp on his length. You look up at him, eyes watering still from the throat-fucking he gave you, but all of your attention on pleasing his swollen meat. He begins to breathe heavily. He tenses up beneath you.

You wince as the first hot spray of cum hits your throat. You swallow instinctively, pausing only a moment before sliding your lips back down his surging length.

"Ohhhh fuckin' hell," he groans and his fuckstick blasts a thick stream of cum against your tonsils.

His pumping prick spews its creamy seed all over your tongue and coats your mouth. You swallow without hesitation, surprised by the warmth and thickness of it, but rather enjoying the way it slides down to your belly. You slow your strokes as the **** of his spurting diminishes. You your lips pop over the tip of his cock and you actually see a little white pearl pop from his tip. You slurp it away and suck him back down into your mouth. You finally pop him out of your mouth, gasping for breath, and you actually smile up at him.

"Gods you've been wanting that for a while, haven't you?" he asks.

"I think so," you admit. "I didn't know it was...doing that was very close to breaking my vows."

"Mmmmmm, if only I'd met you ten years ago," he says, caressing your face. "I'd have made a little wife out of you. Put a baby in that flat belly."

You draw away from him, but hold your smile.

"You promised me something to eat," you say. "Other than your seed."

"That I did," he says with a sigh. "And there's a blanket in the chest there. Wrap up with it until your clothes are dry. And here. Have some of this."

He passes you a hot cup of stew and a crust of stale bread. It is a feast to you and you spoon the meat and veg into your mouth with the bread, slurping up the broth last. He cuts you a piece of sausage with a smear of mustard and gives you a sip from his wineskin. You feel like belching after stuffing yourself with his food.

Soon enough, the rain begins to ease. You duck your head out and feed one of the watchman's carrots to Aegis. The horse crunches away at it, seemingly unconcerned by the rain. Your clothes are warm and dry from the fire. It feels good to pull them on and the watchman clearly savors your naked body one last time.

"Thank you for the hospitality," you say.

"Thank you, sister, for your lovely kiss." He gives you a hug and reaches around to squeeze your bottom with both hands. "A pity you can't stay longer."

The thought had occurred to you that you might have a bit more fun with the watchman. After all, you've given him pleasure, but your itch has yet to be scratched. Then again, you really need to be on your way. It is a long ride still up the Splinter Road to Gerlangen.