The innkeeper's beautiful daughter

As you turn to close the simple lock on the door to your room your breasts collide with the approaching arm of someone else sharing the hallway. Folded blankets scatter on the floor at your feet and as you look up you are confronted with the sweet face and big green eyes of the inkeeper's beautiful daughter. She is pale and rosey-cheeked with blond hair tied back in a short ponytail. She is slender and youthful, though surely no younger than you, she seems much younger after your hard days on the road.

"Oh, I'm so very sorry," she says, crouching to pick up the folded blankets. "I didn't think anyone would be about so late."

As she crouches her skirt slides a little low on her hips and you can see the tops of her small, firm ass cheeks. Her ass, like her apple-sized breasts, is small, but perky and fit. She is the sort of girl who would be a naive heartbreaker for any boy in the village, but right now, the thought of touching her is making you ache like a man.

She stands and you press yourself against her, taking her hands and not giving her a chance to say no as you lean in and press your lips to hers. She cries in surprise against your mouth. The kiss is lingering, but chaste. When you pull away you see that adorable blush darkening her cheeks.

"Ma'am, I...there is a man, in the village not far from here, I..."

"You liked it," you declare. "Do not try to deny it. I can see by the straining of your nipples against the fabric of your blouse, or by the way your breathing is shallow and fast. You want more."

You pull her hands.

"Do not argue, just take me to your room," you insist.

Yona hesitates and then nods, too timid to look at you even though she has agreed. You smile, watching her walk ahead of you. Could she be virginal? Unlikely, but the thought makes your smile widen further. It feels good to be aggressive with the tender young woman.

She brings you to a small room, barely more than a closet with room enough for a bed among the folded linens. You quickly close the door behind you, plunging the chamber into what light is afforded by a single guttering candle. Your lips find hers again as you press her back against the wall. She yields this time and you taste the sweetness of her mouth, inhaling her smells of baking and honest hard work in the kitchen.

"This is wrong," she says when you pull your lips away. "The teachings of Bashak forbid woman to-"

You reach down between her legs, cupping her mound through the thin fabric of her skirt. You can feel the heat of her.

"If it is wrong," you say. "Then why do you want it so badly?"

She melts in your embrace and falls with you onto the narrow mattress. You lift her skirt, exposing the white triangle of her underwear. They are tight against the damp peach of her mound. You peel them off and inhale the sweet musk of her sex. She can't stand to look at you between her legs as you lower your mouth to her and begin licking.

Your fingers splay her tender folds apart, her labia small and well-defined. Her cunny is hot and sweet and overflows as you plunge your tongue into her depths. She squirms against your mouth, letting out small cries and slowly beginning to rock her hips. A hand moves to the back of your head and when you look up you see she has lifted her head to watch.

"Yes," she gasps. "Yes. It's incredible. Please don't stop."

But you do stop. Moving up her body to untie her blouse and get at her breasts, licking the hard pebbles of her pink nipples atop the quivering pale mounds of her breasts. You lie atop her, her thigh between your legs, your bare cunt pressed against her and rubbing to further your arousal.

You roll onto your back, bringing her with you. She is small and compliant for you now, moving at your urging so that the creamy heart of her ass is above your face and her knees are on either side of your head. Her engorged mound and swollen folds are dripping with her juices. The pink knot of her asshole is just visible between her firm cheeks. You run your hands over her ass and give it a squeeze.

"I don't know what to do," she says.

"Use your tongue," you say. "And your fingers. Do to me what you like done to you."

With both hands on her ass you pull her back against your face, your nose pressing between her cheeks and your mouth sucking at her little clit. She moans, but a moment later you feel her tongue at your sex, fumbling, but eager to find the core of your pleasure. You flick her clit with your tongue, tease her with your thumb, and suck at at her tender folds. You drive your tongue deep into her and suck her bud. She moans and cries and squirm atop you.

When your tongue moves between her cheeks she lets out a soft cry of surprise that becomes a moan as you flatten your tongue against her little pink hole and lick it insistently. She buries her cries of pleasure in your juicy pussy as you tongue fuck her ass and plunge to fingers into her slit.

You cum only moments apart. Her first, grinding back against your face, burying her screaming in your cunt. The vibrations of her pleasure explode your own orgasm. You are a perfect circle of licking, sucking and grinding, lost in the ring of pleasure for more than a minute.

"You did well," you say, kissing her as she slips in beside you.

"It was amazing," she says, cuddling against you and kissing your heaving, sweat-damp bosom.

You stay for a while longer, until she begins to softly snore, and then you return to your own room. Furgus is where you left him. Snoring, no less. You pick him up and clean him off, bringing him to bed and holding him against you.

Sleep is almost immediate. You are awakened by a loud cry from outside the inn. It is still dark outside but you see a strange glow through the window. Rising slowly from your bed, you part the curtain and look out upon a scene that turns your blood to ice.