Hero’s Reward

You choose the hero’s reward.

Lillian’s expression darkens for just a moment, hurt flickering across her face, but she says nothing. She turns and leaves, the tavern door swinging shut behind her. The moment passes, swallowed by the warmth of Nissa’s touch.

The tavern girl takes your hand, her fingers soft yet confident, leading you through the drunken crowd to a small room upstairs. A single candle flickers on the wooden nightstand, casting shadows that dance along the walls. The air smells of ale, lavender, and something distinctly hers.

"You were so brave and so strong," she purrs, stepping closer. Her breath is warm against your skin. "Our village hero."

Your heart pounds as she undresses, her hands moving with practiced ease. She kisses you, her tongue teasing, playful, hungry. Wet and lustful. There is no hesitation, no awkwardness, only heat, hunger, and the kind of pleasure you’ve never known before.

Nissa is three years older than you and Lillian, and it shows. She is sexually experienced, confident in her nudity, knowing exactly how to lead and have fun in bed. She guides your hands to her breasts, smiling as you caress, fondle, and massage them to your heart's content.

“This is your first time, isn’t it?” she asks, her fingers unlacing your tunic with a knowing smile.

“Yes,” you admit, your voice unsteady, your pulse racing, your manhood is erect and throbbing.

Nissa takes your manhood in her hands, caressing it lovingly, before guiding you inside her, “Then I’m glad it’s with me. That I'm taking the hero's virginity.”

"Ah!" You moan as she rides your cock, her hips moving expertly, perfectly in rhythm with your thrusts, while your manhood is buried deep in her tight wet cunt. She takes her time, savoring each moment, guiding you, teasing you, moaning and grunting in pleasure, enjoying this as much as you. You can't hold on for long, and unleash a torrent of your white hot sperm inside her womb.

Again. And again. And again.

You lose count of the times she brings you to your peak, more than a dozen times at least, until you are utterly spent, collapsed against her warm, bare skin. Her fiery hair spills across the pillow as she giggles, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"I could get used to this," she murmurs.

To be honest, so could you.

In a single day, you have gone from a nameless farm boy to the village hero. You have silver in your pockets, a reward from your liege lord for slaying the beast. The villagers look at you with admiration instead of indifference. And now, the most beautiful girl in Dunford lies undressed in your arms, your lover.

You could stay.

You could use your reward to expand the farm, marry Nissa, and live a comfortable life. The villagers would always remember you as the one who saved them. You would never want for drink, for food, for company. In time, you could raise a family, your children playing in the same fields where you once dreamed of something greater.

Or…

You could take your sword at dawn and leave.

There are other beasts in the world. Other legends to carve your name into.

Beyond the hills of Dunford, beyond the forests and rivers you have known your whole life, adventure waits.

All you have to do is decide.

Stay or leave?