Massage her pussy again

The fatigue from your long journey is completely erased, replaced by a deep, desire. You want to fuck her again.

This time, you grip her hips and roll her over, pinning her to the mat so you are on top.

Delilah smiles up at you, her eyes flashing with renewed excitement. She is an expert, and she meets your movements perfectly, tilting her pelvis to ensure maximum friction.

This time, you take your time, slowing the pace to prolong the enjoyment, exploring every inch of her body with your hands and mouth while staying deeply buried inside her. For what feels like hours, you thrust in and out, driving her to several smaller climaxes until finally, with a guttural groan, you cum deeply inside her for a second time.

Eventually, the reality of the world above begins to creep back in. You both sit up, using a clean cloth to wipe the oil and sweat from your bodies. Delilah looks at her reflection in a small polished mirror on the wall, smoothing down her short blonde hair, though a soft smile remains on her lips.

"I might get into trouble for this, you know," Delilah says, looking back at you as she slips her dress back on. "If that swelling we talked about actually happens, a heavy belly makes it hard to work the tables up there. The boss won't be pleased."

You stand up and dress yourself, adjusting your fine clothes. Reaching into your coin purse, you pull out a heavy, glittering pouch of gold coins. The amount is far more than any noble would pay for a standard bathhouse visit, let alone a commoner's salary for a year. You place it firmly in her hand.

"Take this," you tell her, your royal authority bleeding into your tone. "And there will be more. I will be staying in this town for some time, and I expect to see you again."

Delilah opens the pouch, her eyes widening at the small fortune of glittering gold. She looks from the coins to you, a new level of respect and understanding dawning in her eyes.

She steps close to you, wrapping her arms around your neck one last time, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "If you're going to be around, don't come back to the bathhouse for this. The walls have ears, and the boss takes too big a cut." She presses a soft kiss to your jaw. "Come to my house instead. It's the small cottage with the blue door at the very edge of town, right by the old mill. Come after dark."

You look down at her, realizing with a sense of wicked satisfaction that this fierce commoner woman is fast becoming your secret mistress.