Revelations

The walk back to the inn was quiet and awkward. Neither of them knew what to say to the other. Illyana felt ashamed of how she felt, turned on by her own humiliation, and Cordain couldn't find the right words to comfort her. When they got to their room, Cordain gently sat her down on the edge of the bed.

He went into the washroom and poured some water into the basin, letting it warm by the fire. He came back with a clean towel. "Are you okay?" He gently took her hand in his.

She didn't respond. Instead, she pulled him onto the bed with her, kissing him deeply. Their tongues explored each other. Her hand reached for the front of his trousers, finding the hard lump in his pants. "Mmm," she moaned into his mouth. She was hornier than Cordain had ever seen her. She broke the kiss, panting. Her face was flush, and her hair a mess. She looked into his eyes and smiled. "Yes... I'm fine. That was scary though." She reached for his pants, trying to get them undone. Cordain pushed her back and stood up. She pouted and looked at him confused.

"You were so brave, stepping in like that to save my life. Thank you, Illy." Cordain knelt down in front of her. "Let me take care of you. I'll clean you up and then we'll talk. Okay?"

She nodded. She was still a bit dazed from everything that happened. She sat there patiently while Cordain gently wiped the dirt and sweat off her body. He was tender and attentive, cleaning her face, her breasts, her feet, her legs... She cooed as he worked, the warm rag felt nice against her skin.

Finally, he cleaned her most intimate areas, between her legs. She blushed again as his care and tenderness turned into surprise at how soaked it was there.

She looked to the floor in embarrassment. Cordain, not wanting to embarrass her further and silently continued his work. He gently wiped her slit clean and when he was finished, he sat beside her and held her close.

She was quiet for a moment, unsure of what to say. Finally, she turned to look at him. Her eyes met his. They were soft, filled with love. "Thank you." She hugged him. "I'm sorry... For what happened... I just wanted to save you."

"I know, Illy. You were so brave. Thank you. I thought... I thought I was going to die. And that you would watch me die..." He felt a lump in his throat as he imagined what would have happened had she not saved him.

"I couldn't let him kill you. Not like that. But, I didn't expect him to make me... To strip... I'm sorry... You had to see me like that."

"No! Don't be sorry. You did what you had to do. But... Illy... There's something I need to tell you. I hope you won't think I'm a monster when you hear it."

She looked at him, a look of concern in her eyes.

"When I saw you... Exposed like that... I felt so ashamed that I couldn't protect you. But... It also... Turned me on. The thought of... of another man... seeing you naked... God, it was wrong. But I couldn't help myself."

Illyana blushed again. Her face turned bright red. "I... I felt the same way." Her eyes fell to her hands in her lap.

"What?" Cordain was surprised. "You were... Turned on? By that?"

"Yes... I was so humiliated and afraid. I've never been so scared in my life. But... I couldn't help it. My body... It was like it had a mind of its own. My nipples got hard... and my... my pussy was so wet... I was ashamed... I'm so sorry. Please don't think I'm a horrible person."

Cordain pulled her in and held her tight. "No, Illy... It's okay. I understand. I'm just relieved. I thought you would hate me for saying that." He kissed her forehead. "I don't understand why... But it seems we have the same... interest." He looked into her eyes, searching for a sign that she was disgusted with him. Instead, he found a hunger.

"Yes," she whispered. "The same... interest."

Cordain felt a stirring in his loins. He wanted her. He needed her. He kissed her, hard.

"But the thought of you with that man? The one who almost killed me?" He started, testing her.

"It was so wrong... But, so... thrilling." She whispered the last word, barely audible.

"It was... But it was too dangerous. I had to stop him." His hands were on her breasts now, gently kneading them. Her nipples were rock hard. "But what if we could explore this... Kink? Safely?" He rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped. "Would you want that?"

"Yes. Oh God, yes," she moaned.

"Then let's do it. We'll explore it together." He pushed her back onto the bed, his hands traveling down her stomach. He could feel her muscles twitching as his fingers grazed them.

"Yes, please..."

He reached her mound and gently spread her legs. Her lips were swollen and wet, begging for him. He leaned in, kissing her inner thighs, teasing her, making her wait.

"How do you envision it?" he asked. His warm breath tickled her clit.

"I... I want you to watch... Me... With another man... While you're tied up. Helpless." She was panting now. "He's stronger than you... Dominating me... And I'm... I'm loving it." She was embarrassed admitting her darkest fantasy.

"Mmm, I like the sound of that. You're such a naughty girl." He licked her slit, tasting her sweetness. She moaned. "I'll be your helpless little cuck, watching as another man takes my woman. But first..." He inserted a finger inside her, making her gasp. "I want to hear you scream my name." He added a second finger, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside. "Scream it, Illy. Let me hear you." He sucked on her clit, making her buck her hips.

"Oh! Cordain! YES! Right there... Don't stop!" She was close, so close. He could feel her tightening around his fingers. He increased the tempo, sucking harder on her clit. "OH! OH! CORDDDAAIINNN!" She screamed his name as she came. Her juices flowed onto his hand and face. He lapped up as much as he could, savoring her taste.

As she came down from her high, he kissed his way up her body, until he was face to face with her. She was breathless and smiling. "That was amazing." She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. "Now, I want you inside me." She reached down and stroked his hard cock.

He groaned and positioned himself at her entrance. With one thrust, he was buried deep inside her. "Fuck, Illy, you feel so good." He started to move, slow and steady, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy around him.

"Cordain... I want to hear you now... Tell me... How it would be... If I was with another man. Tell me... How do you imagine it?." She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on.

He was panting as he drove into her. "I... I see him... Holding you... His big hands on your body... Squeezing your breasts... Your nipples... And you're moaning for him... Begging for his cock..." His pace increased as his fantasy played out in his head. "He's... bigger than me... You can't get enough of him... You're riding him... Fucking him... While I watch... My cock... Aching... But I can't touch it... Because I'm tied up... Like a good cuck..." He was close, so close. He could feel her tightening around him again. "Cum for me, Illy... Cum on my cock... While you think about him... About his big cock... Fucking you... Making you his whore..." He thrust harder, deeper, hitting that spot inside her.

"Oh God, YES! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She screamed as her orgasm washed over her. That was enough to send him over the edge. With a few more thrusts, he emptied himself inside her, grunting her name.

They collapsed on the bed, sweaty and spent. Cordain rolled off her and pulled her close. They lay there, catching their breath, basking in the afterglow.

"That was... Intense." Cordain kissed the top of her head.

Illyana giggled. "Yeah... It was."

"We should do that again sometime." He smirked.

"I'd like that. But next time... Maybe we can make it a reality?" She looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Cordain raised an eyebrow. "Is that a challenge, my dear?"

"Maybe." She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Challenge accepted." He tickled her, making her squeal and laugh.

The next day, Cordain collected his winnings. The city folk jeered as he accepted fifty gold pieces, feeling he had unfairly won the tournament when his lover interfered.

"You're lucky your whore of a girl bailed you out." One said, followed by grunts of approval.

He ignored it and went on his way. There was no way they could stay here long term with tge it infamy so they quickly gathered their supplies and left the city.

That's how Cordain and Illyana's adventure of hardship, lust, romance began. Will they be able to balance their desires with the risks? What happens if a sex affair turns into something more? Where does their relationship go from there?

Only time will tell.