Problem

Aaralon knew he could wander off; despite Camila asking him to stay put because she could hardly be angry for long.

The last gasp of a virgin was a puzzle that he thought he might have solved too. At first he feared it might have meant slaying some poor virgin girl and collecting her gasp as she died. No, a far more attractive solution to the problem was present - fuck a virgin, and collect her gasp as he broke her maidenhead.

But there was a problem. That kinky spell Camila had cast on him. It wasn't a big problem but if he was going to fuck a tavern maid into surrendering her last gasp then, frankly, Aaralon decided he'd like to cum too. In fact, to be cautious, he mulled over what the magical definition of virginity was - a fuck? The breach of the maidenhead? Or receiving cum? Alchemists always went on about the importance of exchanges.

To be safe, Aaralon decided to wait for Camila. For all he knew her spell had worn off already - that it was a one hit wonder - but why take the risk?

It was easy getting a room. The coins Camila had handed over turned out to be an awful lot. It took just a few of them to secure the best room in the building, please the inn keeper and earn smiles from both of the maids serving; one behind the desk and one who walked past carrying armfuls of sheets. Both girls looked similar and Aaralon found himself wondering whether they were sisters; daughters on the inn keep, perhaps.

The room was large and impressive. It was probably the one petty nobles used as they passed through the village to somewhere more interesting. There was even a writing desk in the corner.

Aaralon was bored of exploring the room before Camila turned up. With a shrug he headed back out the door, down the stairs from the top floor to the ground floor to wait for her by the desk. She'd be pleased with the size of the bed. If she did bring a friend back then a threesome would be essential.

Some time later, Aaralon found himself still waiting for Camila. Was something wrong?