An unexpected visitor arrives

The rest of the evening passes without significant incident. A couple of other people I need to escort out after Mardnab cuts them off, but pretty much a typical night at a tavern. I notice a few times where one of the wenches will either disappear off into a side room with a patron, or come out of one that I hadn't seen them go into, but I had already figured out this was that kind of place.

When the last stragglers stumble out well after midnight, we all share a drink together and take a few minutes talking and unwinding after the chaos we had been dealing with. After I finish mine, I excuse myself to go turn in. But, when I get up to the room I was told I could use, the girl who had been the target of the first guy I had needed to kick out was waiting for me outside the door.

She looks up at me as I approach, and she smiles shyly, "I wanted to thank you for earlier."

I wave my hand, "Not a problem, part of the job. Besides," I add, giving her a little smile, "I can't stand people who feel like they're entitled to anything, especially to take liberties with other people."

She nods, and says "Still, it means a lot. He comes around here sometimes, and some of the other girls like him enough that Mardnab won't ban him. Thing is, he likes to be rough. Like, real rough. I try not to get his attention, but tonight apparently tonight he indulged a little too much." She shifts her shoulders around a little.

I nod back at her, and smile "Happy to help."

When I go to grab the knob to the room, though, she puts her hand on my wrist. I look back at her, and she quietly says "If you want, I could show you how grateful I am," without being able to make eye contact with me.

I take her in for a second, before answering "I'm not against it, but don't feel like you have to or anything of the sort. I really was happy to help." She still looks uncomfortable, so I make an offer to her, "Tell you what, I'll leave my door unlocked. Head back downstairs and talk with some of the others. Think this through. If you decide you genuinely want to do this, then come up and I will eagerly accept you. If not, then consider the thanks you have already given me more than enough." She waits for a second, before nodding and making her way back to the stairs.

I step into the room, and start undressing. Once I'm down to just my breeches, I head to the washbasin to clean up a little. I actually marvel a little at it, as it has its own waterspout on it so you can get as much as you need without buckets or travelling around! I had heard Kandis had found ways to make sure that all of its residents had access to as much clean, fresh water as they wanted, but I wasn't expecting this! After washing my face and rinsing my mouth with some mint-infused water on hand, I lay down on the bed, curious if she's going to decide to come back or not.

My question is answered before much longer, as after about another 15 minutes I hear a faint knock on the door, before she comes in, still looking a little flush, but not quite so shy. She comes up to the side of the bed, and I can smell she's had a couple drinks. But, she's not wobbling or swaying around, so probably not enough to impair her judgement. She looks me over, and then gives me a questioning look. I nod, and she starts to strip down.

She doesn't put much show into it, but the process is kind of fascinating on its own. Women typically wear so many different pieces and layers, the process of watching them undress is kind of sexy even without any extra flourishes or showmanship. By the time she's naked, I'm already at half-mast.

I untie my breeches, sliding them down my legs, giving her a good view of what she is going to be accepting. She is actually seeming to warm up to the idea, as she gives her lips a little lick while looking at it. She comes up next to me, but still looks a little uncertain, so I say "If you want me to take the lead, then just say so. Otherwise, do whatever you like, and I'll do my best to make sure you enjoy yourself as well."

She nods, and kneels down next to the bed, taking my hardening member in her soft hand, and starts to slowly pump it. I lay my head on the pillow, enjoying the feeling of her cool, delicate fingers working my shaft to its full potential. I may not be massive for a human, but I'm betting by elven standards I'm huge, so I'm just going to let her decide how far and how fast she is willing to go.

After stroking me for a few seconds, she gives the underside of my dick a slow lick, before wrapping her lips around it just below the head. She starts giving me a slow blow job, and while she's not the most skilled at it, I can tell it's not her first time. I tangle my fingers through her silky hair, reveling in the feel of her lips and tongue working me.

After what seemed like forever, but was probably only a couple minutes, she pulls her head off and looks up at me, giving me another couple strokes with her hand. She definitely seems to be gaining confidence, or else she is getting too turned on to care as much, as she is looking much more sultry now. She climbs up onto the bed, hovers over me on her hands and knees for a moment, before giving me a deep kiss. I reach up and start gently massaging her breasts, each a perfect handful, causing her to moan into my mouth.

She sits up and positions herself over my dick, reaching down over her wispy pubic hair to spread her lips, before slowly pushing herself down onto me. She is a tight fit, and I rest my hands on her hips as she slides herself down, her face scrunched up as she tries not to cry out.

Once she has slid all the way down, her face relaxes and she pants a little, putting her hands on my chest and holding herself up with them for a few seconds. I just lay there, holding her hips, giving her the time she needs. Though to be honest, with how tight she is, and the way I can feel her walls flexing around me, she might not need to do much more.

After a couple seconds, she starts slowly rocking herself on me, leaning back as she does, unable to keep herself from letting out gasps and moans with each move. She reaches up and starts to rub her own breasts, so I reach down and start lightly toying with her clit, causing her to give out a little cry as I do.

It's not long after that I can feel her starting to tense up, and the extra pressure on me is enough that I know I won't be able to hold off for more than a few more seconds myself, so I bear down a bit harder on her clit to try and make sure she finishes before I do. Fortunately, it works, as she gives a little cry and starts shaking less than a second before I feel myself burst within her.

Once we have both finished, she relaxes herself down, laying on my chest, my softening member still inside her. I apologize for finishing inside her, and ask if she wants me to pay for a spell to make sure she doesn't get pregnant, but she shakes her head, tapping a ring she has on one finger and explaining "Mardnab keeps a few of these on hand for when the girls want to get frisky with customers, it's her only rule about that. No risking kids with people only here for drinks."

I nod, then offer "If you want, you can sleep in here tonight. No expectation or obligations."

She answers "I think I'll take you up on that. I don't know if I could walk back to my place right now," she adds with a chuckle. The bed is a little cramped with the two of us, but we manage without much difficulty, and drift off to sleep fairly quickly.