Meanwhile, in the common room... (Colt)

“Mmph, yes,” Shayliss groaned quietly.

She had pushed Colt into a back corner of the common room. It was late now, and half of the clientele were falling asleep at the far end of the room while those drunk and full of the zeal of life were spinning and capering on the dance floor as three musicians and a halfling woman with a raucous voice and a talent for remembering the dirtiest versions of folk songs kept them moving.

Colt kissed the redheaded woman again. She’d thrown back her head and he was kissing down the line of her throat. Her hands were in his hair and she was sitting up on a stool, back to the corner. Shayliss had one leg thrown around Colt’s, pulling him closer.

“Yes, you’re amazing,” Shayliss mumbled. “Fucking magical.”

“I haven’t even started with magic,” Colt chuckled.

Shayliss looked down at him with hungry, hooded eyes and then pulled his lips to hers again. Colt shamelessly responded by dueling tongues with her, and palming her wonderfully plump tits.

“More, more,” she whispered into his mouth, reaching down and grabbing his cock through his britches.

Colt slid his hands under Shayliss’s shirt, palming her bare tits.

A song ended, the crowd around the dance floor clapping, and another one started up. It was a stomping song, the building thundering as forty people stomped in time as others danced in the middle of the circle.

Shayliss got Colt’s britches unlaced and fished inside for his cock, running her delicate fingers around its hard shaft and then pulling it out between them.

“Fuck yes,” she said, eyes lighting up as she began to jack him off.

“You are a wild one,” he said, kissing along her jaw to her ear, getting close so no one would see between them.

Only on the wildest of feast nights, in the seedier taverns of Magnimar, had Colt ever been with a woman so forthright and fearless in what she wanted. Well, other than Magnimarian prostitutes - they let you know what they wanted right away. But still, it was intoxicating. Shayliss was this virginal looking woman, blessed by Shelyn herself with beauty and sexual appeal, but apparently with the sexual appetite of Calistria the goddes of lust as well. Her red golden hair was thick and wild from dancing, her skin was smooth porcelain dotted with delightful pale freckles here and there. Her tits - gods, her tits were bountiful in his hands, her nipples rubbing against his palms and begging to be set free and sucked.

Colt caught himself starting to compass a poem about the woman in his head. Her lips, her hands, her ankles - Gods, am I smitten with this woman?

It didn’t seem to matter one way or the other, because Shayliss pulled her skirts up above her knees and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Fuck me, Colt.”

“Right here?” Colt asked, glancing back behind him. The crowd was literally only a step away, and he could see one or two people glancing over at them when he checked.

“I don’t care who sees,” Shayliss said. “I want this cock of yours inside me.”

She had her hands on him, and he allowed her to pull him close. He couldn’t see anything, her skirts in the way as they bundled around her thighs, but he stared into her eyes and she stared back. She directed him to the spot, and he felt the warm, wet of a woman’s ready cunt, the tickling hair of a woman left natural.

Shayliss used her leg around his ass and pulled him forward, and Colt slid inside.

“Yesss,” Shayliess whispered, closing her eyes and relishing the sensation.

“Calistria’s cunt,” Colt gasped.

“Not Calistria,” Shayliss grinned, and kissed him. “Just me. Shayliss.”

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