Test the facilities.

The elf impatiently drags you up one set of stairs, and then a second, until you're on the third and top floor of the Journey's End inn. One door down and you're already at your room for the night. You put the key in, twist, and push the door open into a cozy, plain chamber--no more or less than expected from a place catering mostly to adventurers. It serves its purpose. That's all that matters.

There's a double bed straight forward, between two end tables, beneath a window with closed burgundy curtains. A narrow wardrobe fits into a wedge by the left corner, while a desk and chair sit against the opposite wall. There isn't all that much room between them. However, it looks and smells clean, and everything has been set with care, from the tanned blankets tucked nicely on the bed, to the floor and each surface lacking in dust. The only bit of mess is a stack of old wooden crates in the nearby corner, to your right, though they're likely for adventurers to store their various additional belongings.

The moment the door shuts, Amara's hands are on your chest. She looks to you, weary and helpless, hoping you do as she desires as swiftly as possible, which you do without her asking.

You tuck a hand firmly to her lower back, and with your other hand, you cup her cheek softly. Then at last, your lips meet. You feel her strength weaken. It's like she's melting in your grasp. The two of you squeeze tightly in each other's embrace while your kiss lingers cut only by hot, heavy breaths over the other's mouth or chin, and eventually her neck as you tickle her downward, rewarding you with the melodic sound of her laughter.

But then your lips entangle once more. Her eyes flutter back--mind dizzy, purely from kisses and nothing more, yet. Her tongue is eager. Yours and hers intertwine, and your fingers slip through and beneath her long, silken blonde hair, to grasp the back of her head. Meanwhile, her hands dig desperately into the meat of your chest, then slowly around to grab at your back. Her hat falls to the ground in between.

All the while, she moans and moans again. Her body squirms against you, filling with pleasure, as her body grows so hot you wonder if perhaps her father was a devil.

She pushes into you more aggressively. You're then forced (though it isn't like you're fighting it) farther into the bedchamber and up against the wall. Both of your hands become beyond excited to find even a single location on the other's body yet to be touched. You begin to wonder if she is wanting something more, yet when you even entertain the idea of ending the makeout, she looks to you with a tongue out from her lips in a way that is absolutely impossible to resist. Your cock stretches hard against the inside of your pants, and through it feels wonderful to have her body grind up against yours, it's straining.

Like she's the one with Kitty Sense or something, her hand slips down to free it from its prison. She readjusts your underwear, gliding a hand down the bottom side of your shaft to straighten it back, and once both her hand are free, she wraps her arms around the back of your neck and eagerly devours your lips like a kiss from you is beyond even the potent of drugs, and she can't get enough.

While feeling her over, you slip the key for her choker into the lock. She doesn't even notice until the quiet click, and is definitely aware when the accessory falls to the ground.

"Oohh," she purrs before kissing you again. She shivers.

Her body shudders, which you especially feel when you place your hands on her rear. She grinds up eagerly against you, but even with that minimal friction, her body is reacting.

You take hold of her, spin around, and push her up against the doors of the wardrobe.

With your tongue in her mouth, all she can make out are muffled moans. Then you feel it. She cums. Upon sensing that she's reached an orgasm, you push up harder against her--knee wedged between her legs. Her eyes roll back and she gasps aloud, and as soon as you move down to once against kiss and tickle her neck and shoulder, her sounds of ecstasy escape.

"Ah, aah~! I am c-cumm--"

Though before she can speak further, you silence her with your mouth once more. You feel her body quiver. Through it all, you taste each other for longer before her intentions change, and she does her best to steady herself despite being rather dizzy.

She raises her hands and pushes you back by your torso. "Kyle... G-Get on the bed, please."

You back up as instructed, and sit down on the edge of the bed.

Then after steadying herself the rest of the way, she takes a deep breath, and begins to remove her dress. It's a gorgeous garment. Even still clothed, you find yourself mesmerized by her beauty. Though as you watch it slowly slip from her body, you can't look away. There could be a dragon parting the clouds by its roar behind you, and there wouldn't even be a chance your attention would waver.

She slips from her shoes. After her dress falls, you're reminded of the fact that she lost an article of her clothing in the dungeon crawl. Somehow it's more erotic that she still wears a brassiere, given there isn't anything else on her body. It's a few different shades of green, and looks a bit like a finely shaped layer of leaves. Below that, past her cute, soft stomach, is her bare pussy shimmering by the light of a magic lamp adjacent to the bed. Excitement runs down her thighs.

Then she pops the bra, and discards it in a bashful manner that's adorably alluring. She may have planned this moment with the two of you together, but she isn't so brave as some others who may have tried the same thing. She has a freaky side, but she's still the sweet, sensitive Amara.

She crawls down to your knees. Her fingertips caress up to your thighs, and then inward, to grab onto the buckle of your belt. Her gaze turns up, and the sight is enough to make your dick twitch. "I promised you," she says quietly. "So until the others join us, I want to give you something, just from me."