He gets what he paid for

With Elyse's shift on the floor around her feet and nothing else covering her naked body, Garrick could do nothing but stare. She was even more stunning in the nude, her breasts small but pert, her body slim and lithe. He had seen so much of her beautiful face, but now with her gorgeous body on display, he drank in every detail. From her slender legs, to the thicket of chestnut hair between her thighs, to the tiny nipples on her chest. She had teasingly asked if he was ready for the rest with his cum dripping from the corner of her mouth, and he could not help but grin at her.

"I certainly am." He approached her slowly, carefully, as if she were a doe that could be scared off with the slightest mistake, his eager hands gently finding a resting place on her hips as he pulled her closer. And then, without warning, Elyse stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on Garrick's lips, before grabbing his hand and pulling him to the bed. It seemed that despite his concerns, she was just as eager as he was.

"Enough playing, ser." She purred, pushing him to the straw-filled matress with a smirk as she readied herself to mount him. "I want to fuck you and I want to do it now."

Garrick just laughed, his cock stood at full attention as he lay on his back. He did little to stop the whore as she climbed atop him, positioning herself with her entrance teasingly close to his manhood. If it were possible, his rock hard manhood would've grown harder. She knelt with her slender legs were on either side of him, pinning him where he lay, but Garrick would not have left willingly, not even for a thousand golden dragons. His hands returned to Elyse's hips, pulling her down gently, until the head of his cock entered her with a . They both let out a moan before Elyse leaned forward, her hands splayed out on his chest as she thrust herself down, eliciting even more moans from the pair.

"By the Seven..." She whimpered in pleasure, her lips meet Garrick's once again. The sellsword began to thrust his hips, watching with a smile as her breasts bounced while she rode him like a knightly steed. He groaned as she dug her nails into his chest, biting her lip as she got closer to her orgasm. "More..." she begged, **** for release.

Garrick grinned more than happy to oblige her, and he increased his pace, his own climax drawing ever closer. With a deep moan from him and a shriek of pleasure from her, Garrick pulled her down, burying himself deep inside her as he came. Elyse shuddered, her body filled with the electric haze of orgasmic pleasure. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back, her breathing ragged and sharp. Garrick, meanwhile, panted deeply as his seed filled her womb. He lay back, his panting subsiding, as Elyse finally came down from her lust-haze. She sank forward, laying her head on his muscled chest as his cock left her cunt with a soft, wet sound. Garrick closed his eyes, absently carressing her hair as she lay atop him, and before long, they both fell asleep, naked and dirty, but bathed in the afterglow of passionate sex.

Garrick awoke alone the next morning, still naked, but with a thin woolen blanket draped over his lower half, clearly an affectionate parting gift from his lover the night before. He remained motionless for a few minutes before sitting up, yawning with a great stretch of his muscular arms. He swung his legs out from the bed and stood, making his way over to the basin in the corner of the room to wash the sleep from his eyes. He dressed in the same clothes he had worn the day before, then strapped his sword belt around his waist, and left his room, remembering to drop the key with the barkeep before he left.

"Thank you, ser." The barkeep said, taking the key when it was placed on the wooden bar.

"Of course. Tell Elyse I had a wonderful time." He smiled, sliding a silver stag to the man. "And give this to her. I already paid, but make sure she gets this."

The barkeep nodded. "I will, ser. I'm not goin' to steal from my own daughter." He muttered the second part.

Garrick had heard the man's words, but it was not until he was almost out of the door when he realised what the man had actually said. He turned back, about to confront the barkeep, when he saw Elyse in the corner, her chestnut hair dishevelled but her familiar smirk still on her face. She winked at him and he just smiled, turning around and leaving the tavern.

He returned to the stable where his steed remained, and he patted the beast's neck affectionately. "His own daughter..." He muttered, partly to the horse, and partly to himself. "By the Seven."