Focus on Amalric and Joa

There was a table and two chairs placed out right next to the window in Joa’s room, but the seats were a bit hard to sit on, so Joa instructed Amalric to seat himself on the bed while she opened the bottle of wine.

‘Oh stop it,’ Joa reprimanded herself when she noticed her hands shaking a bit as she pulled out the cork, “it’s only a drink!”

Of course, Joa knew very well that it wasn’t only a drink, but telling herself that that was the case allowed her to finally get the cork out and turn around.

“There are no glasses,” Joa told him, looking a little lost and still feeling a bit embarrassed by how long it had taken her to get that infernal cork out, “I’ll go get some…”

“No don’t!” Amalric protested, and pointed with his whole hand towards the bed, “Sit down.”

There was a distinct softness to his voice which surprised Joa, and which she found quite appealing. She was also highly conscious of the fact that Amalric’s loincloth had slid slightly to the side to come dangerously close to exposing his cock as she seated herself next to him, with about six inches between them.

“We’ll have to be careful not to ruffle the sheets,” Joa said as she sat down, her nervousness coming through in how it was only she had said that she realized how highly suggestive the phrase could be interpreted to be.

Taking a quick swig of the wine, Joa passed Amalric the bottle and watched as he held it against his lips.

After this somewhat rocky start, the two of them got involved in a conversation about themselves which became increasingly relaxed as their nervousness faded. At first staying focused on not saying anything about Amalric’s dead wife, Joa soon forgot everything about the subject and showed him that she had a lovely laugh as he told her a joke.

“I’m getting a bit tipsy,” Joa informed Amalric, who dared himself into letting out an intentionally melodramatic “Good!” which brought another laugh from her as she playfully slapped him in the chest and pretended to protest his reaction.

As it turned out, the walls of the inn were rather thin, and since Seleste and Gwendolyn were occupying the middle-room it was quite hard for Joa and Amalric to ignore the ecstatic shriek which could suddenly be heard from next-door.

“What was that?” Amalric asked, struggling to get up on his feet while reminding himself that it was a wine-bottle in his hand and not his sword.

“Oh stay down,” Joa told him as she placed one hand on his thigh in an effort to keep him from getting up, “it’s just Seleste and Gwendolyn.”

“They’re lovers?” Amalric’s question was met by a nod from Joa.

“A shame, my brother seemed quite smitten by them,” Amalric sighed.

“From the way they were looking at him, I think that your brother’s main concern should be whether or not your village allows bigamy.” Joa informed him, and this time around it was Amalric who broke out into laughter.

Having moved herself closer to him an inch at the time, Joa was now so close to Amalric that their legs were brushing together and the infatuated blonde now decided on a more drastic course of action as she cupped her hand under his chin and turned his face towards his.

Tensing up in reaction to Joa’s holding of his face, Amalric felt her breath on his face as she leaned up to place her lips against his.

The kiss was tentative at first, but soon became more passionate and the two of them had soon begun to caress each other, Amalric caressing Joa’s exposed midriff while she stroked his right thigh, squeezing his muscles whilst teasing him by moving her hand closer to his cock without ever quite getting there.

Grabbing hold of Joa’s sides, Amalric pulled her towards him and soon she found herself sitting straddled across his lap as she had been lifted onto it without their kiss being broken.

When their lips finally broke away from each other, it was so that Joa could lean back and little and pull apart the knot holding her blouse tied together.
Only a few second went past after that before Joa was groaning as Amalric’s hands were placed upon her breasts so that he could begin caressing her hard nipples.

Joa and Amalric weren’t the only ones who could hear the sounds of Gwendolyn’s and Seleste’s lovemaking. Unlike his older brother, Aldric was all on his own, which made it significantly less easy to ignore the blissful noises coming from next-door.

For the first time finding the prospect of keeping his virginity intact until his return to his village to be downright dreadful, Aldric had to struggle to keep from playing with himself as one cry followed after another. There was no mistaking the reason for the noises, Aldric had lived with his brother during the latter’s marriage to Julissia so he could recognize them quite well, and as far as he could tell it was Seleste who was screaming.

As he tried to imagine what Gwendolyn was doing to make Seleste sing like that, Aldric found it impossible to remain seated any longer and bounced up on his feet, his heart racing while his loincloth was pushed aside by his rock-hard dick.

With every ounce of strength of character that he had left to muster at this particular time, Aldric was struggling to convince himself that it wouldn’t be a good idea to try and find out what exactly Gwendolyn and Seleste were up to.