Time to clean himself up

Hal leaves the kitchens, heading upstairs to go and drop off his gear. His room door is locked, and he quickly realises Helena has a spare key, considering he locked it when he left in the morning. First, he unclasps his pauldrons and cloak, then his cuirass. He sighs, knowing he's going to have to rely on his armour in the morning. "I can't have a repeat of what happened on the way back from the brewery." He says softly, muttering to himself "It's a **** sentence if I lose like that again." He removes the rest of his gear until he stands in just his breeches, his belt, and the shirt Helena got for him. Hal walks out into the hallway, heading to the inn's washroom. He enters the room and sees a large wooden tub with a stone fireplace beneath it, still glowing with the embers from the last patron to make use of it.

He takes a log from the pile and tosses it in the fireplace, watching as it quickly catches and a flame begins to grow. He smiles, pulling off his few remaining clothes and taking a look in the mirror. His face is relatively clean, but he has a few days worth of stubble he decides to shave off. Hal takes a dagger from his belt and begins to shave, careful not to cut himself. Soon he is once again bare faced, and looking much more presentable for it. He considers cutting his hair too, but decides against it, instead just running a hand through it to make sure it's neatly styled. Hal drops his dagger on top of the pile of clothes and climbs into the now steaming tub. He sighs in relief, relaxing in the hot water. Hal stays like that for a while before finally moving on to scrubbing himself, washing every inch of his muscular body until he is completely clean. The ranger climbs out, drying himself with a linen towel and redressing in his discarded garments.

Snuffing out the fire with a poker before he leaves, Hal makes his way to back to his chambers, unlocking the door where he is greeted by the sight of Helena leaning over his bed, folding the sheets neatly. He has an excellent view of her rear, and she hasn't seemed to notice him yet. He walks closer, admiring her, before speaking "I hope I haven't kept you waiting"

She turns with a soft smile "No, but you've been in the washroom for a while. And what happened to your beard?"

"I shaved it. Why, don't you like it?"

She reaches out and brushes his clean-shaven face with her fingers "Hmm... you're more rugged with the beard," She kisses him. "But a lot easier to kiss without it. It's a hard choice."

He chuckles, kissing Helena once again. "Have you finished all your work for the day?"

"Not quite. There's still the matter of making sure one of the patrons here is_ _satisfied" She smirks, placing her hand between his legs, earning her a groan from the ranger.

"Then you'd best hurry and make sure he's happy" Hal responds with a grin.

Helena nods, unbuckling Hal's belt and tossing it to the side, caring little for anything else but him. She pulls his breeches down, revealing his manhood, which is already hardening from her touch. "Anything you'd like me to do, handsome? I'm not exactly as experienced as the... whores... but I've seen some of the things they can do." Her cheeks blush slightly at that revalation, but not as much as she would've blushed a few days before.

The ranger smiles "You've been watching the whores sleep with people?"

"No, of course not!" She blushes bright red, much to Hal's amusement. "I've just... seen things while cleaning up, or bringing drinks, that sort of thing"

"Of course, I'm sure it was all accidental, Helena" He continues to grin, knowing that his teasing is making her blush more and more.

"If you keep teasing me, I'll rescind my offer."

"Alright, alright!" He laughs "How about... you put it in your mouth?" He suggests

She nods, sinking to her knees as she begins stroking his cock before gently taking in her mouth. Hal moans in pleasure, the head of his cock enveloped in the warm heat of her mouth. She slowly swallows more, managing a couple of inches. He reaches down, caressing her auburn hair as she swirls her tongue around him. Her hands gently grasp him, stroking his manhood in rhythm with the bobbing of her head. Hal inhales sharply, and after a short while, he leans forward, murmering softly "I'm close..."

Helena takes that as an opportunity to up her pace, eager for him to fill her mouth with his seed. It doesn't take long for Hal to cry out and reach orgasm, cumming inside of her mouth. She looks up, and without hesitation, swallows it all, but for a small drop on the corner of her lips. He gently lifts her, brushing away the semen from her lips with a loving smile before leaning closer, pressing their foreheads together gently. Helena holds him, tight enough to stop him letting go, but gently enough to be romantic. She is the first to speak, her voice quiet and breathy. "I want more"