It's a young woman

Briefly, you’re certain that Xana’s come home from whatever errand she’s running, and you wonder how you’re going to explain why her daughter’s currently on your cock, or if you even have to explain yourself. However, the voice that comes from the visitor is not that of Xana’s

“Dew, Dew, are you there?” comes a nervous, almost melodic voice, clearly belonging to a young woman. Dew clearly recognises the voice, as her eyes light up.

“Over here, Matilda!” she cries, getting off of your cock.

A pretty young lady steps round the corner, stopping dead in her tracks as she sees you with your cock out, and Dew looking disheveled and thoroughly used.

“D-Dew!”she gasps, “u-um, hi”

“Hey Matilda!” Dew grins, jumping up and giving the new girl a friendly peck on the cheek. “What brings you here?”

“I … uh…” Matilda can’t draw her eyes from you, stumbling over her speech. “I heard from your mom that you had a guest in your house.”

Dew looks faintly bemused. “Well, we do,” she says flatly, “his name’s Alfred.”

Matilda gulps. “H-hi Alfred.”

“Hi” you respond, nodding your head politely. Matilda blushes.

“I-I wanted to see him” she says, staring you up and down. “After all, he might become the village guest soon.”

That seems to take Dew by surprise. “What, already!” she exclaims, eyes wide. “He’s only been here half a day!”

Matilda agrees with Dew’s confusion. “I know, it’s all moving really fast. The council’s already debating whether to make him the village guest, your mother really thinks he should be.”

“Excuse me” you say, attempting to wrap your head around this new information, what’s the “village guest?”

Dew answers quickly, “it’s like being a regular guest, but for the entire village.”

You suppose that should have been pretty obvious. Still, that’s a pretty serious step up from what you’re going through now, which was already a lot.

“What are the odds of him being made the village guest?” asks Dew, and Matilda shrugs.

“I don’t know, the debate was just starting when I left to come visit.” Dew nods, before a naughty grin comes over her face.

“Well, I’d say he’d make a perfect village guest” she declares, giving you a wink. “He’s smart, kind, handsome…” she leans into Matilda’s ear, whispering to the girl, “and absolutely hung.”

Matilda blushes, stammering as she withdraws. Dew gives you a not-to-subtle motion, and you take her advice, closing in on Matilda as she eyes you up with a mix of fear and desire. You slowly grab her hand in yours, and you stare into each other’s eyes.