Guards are for her pleasure... Right?

The sun had already set when they reached Artiga and Maria was feeling bored and horny. Jerome had done little to help, slouched across from her in such a sexy manner. She wanted him so badly, but knew that a slow seduction would make it so much better when he finally thrust his cock into her aching pussy. No, tonight would just be about satisfying an itch, not about real pleasure.

When they arrived at the small inn that she would be staying at, the jobs for the guards were divided up. She checked with one of the two captains and found that the guard she wanted, a man named Carlos, had been given leave for the rest of the night and that he and a few other guards had made their way to the tavern attached to the inn already.

She knew that they were probably looking for some action. The few days they had been in Telnon wouldn't have been much of a reward for them because the Templar kept all the good sluts to themselves. That was if Beldan didn't get his slimy hands on them first. She recalled for a moment that his newest target was some girl named Winlay Grace. She would have been meeting with Beldan earlier that day. Maria smiled, knowing the girl would probably be screaming his name by now. Which was something she was planning for Carlos.

She sauntered into the tavern, and noted the way people looked at her, both men and women. She had made a good living as a whore, but she had been high profile. None of the men here could ever have afforded her services. It was part of the reason Victor had made her the first of his consorts.

She saw Carlos and two of his soldier buddies across the room. They already had drinks in their hands and were chatting up a pretty whore who didn't look that interested. She felt a wicked smile cross her face as she realized that they probably couldn't afford any of the whore houses around so they were hoping to score with a freelancer. The woman probably had been used so much her pussy couldn't have satisfied any of the men. Maria on the other hand knew that her pussy could.

She made her way over to the table, putting a swing in her hips that she knew drew eyes. One man fell out of his chair as she walked past him, but her focus was only on Carlos. He was tall and lean. His arms didn't look muscular, but she had seen him carry some heavy loads. Then there were those hands of his. Large hands that caused her mouth to water when she imagined them spreading her legs and squeezing her tits. Of course his companions didn't look to bad either. Maybe she would give them a little taste of her too.

When she got to the table she shot the prostitute a frosty stare that sent the young woman running for cover before she turned her hungry eyes onto Carlos who was sitting between his two friends.

"Carlos, I must say you ran off pretty quick. Didn't even wait to see if I would be safe here."

"I-I'm sorry my lady! I was told that I had the night off and that others were going to be doing that. I can get back to work right now." The man's face was flushed red and she could tell he was having a hard time looking anywhere but at her impressive cleavage and swaying tits.

She raised a hand motioned for him to stay seated.

"Its ok, you arn't in trouble. I just thought that someone as... delicious as you, might need a little company."

She could see recognition dawn in his eyes, only to be replaced by a fiery lust. His eyes began to freely roam her body and she felt her pussy grow wetter from his newly found confidence.

"I see what you're saying my lady. I truly could use some company but.."

She listened, waiting to see what the "But" might entail. Maybe it meant more fun if he was thinking of letting his friends join in. She "Might" be in the mood for something like that.