Pussy

"She got to try it once. I get horny eating clam, and she offered. It was good. But I don’t eat where I shit. Usually. And I haven’t had a man inside since – I used to masturbate, I had a cock made from Leviathan Bone, and I used to think of you." She yelps, moaning as you tease. "Truly!"

You reward her lies with your cock.

"I’m not lying!"

You slip inside, welcomed by her warmth. Slow thrusts aren’t enough for her, and she turns her head to chastise you.

"Harder." She mumbles something, taken aback by your vigorous response. "Come closer," she whispers and moves her head again. "Kiss me!"

You no longer deny her your lips. She then bucks against you, hard but yielding. Your tongues intertwine, and you take her. She does not break the kiss, letting herself be rocked by your thrusts and trusting her body to your forceful embrace.

Your cock slides free as she comes, writhing and gushing.

"More!"

You grab her ass and lift her up. Her arms and legs embrace you as she rests her head on your shoulder. The renewed thrusts have quieted her to whispering and begging before her orgasm pulls you over the edge as well.

"We..." She catches her breath, cum leaking from her well-used sex. "We should have done this years ago." She exhales, her expression wistful. "It’s fucking unprofessional. I don’t shit where I eat. Fuck! Usually." And she smirks as she bows down to hand you a leather pouch filled with golden coins.

You have gained 50 Taler

You now have {@69 Talers} Taler

"Buy yourself a whore. Whatever you need to clear your head. I need you at your best." She fails to conceal the crooked grin. "Within reason. And so I will not bore you with any more details. Not until you are properly committed. But I do need to warn you about my acquaintance. Not for silly reasons – we both understand that this is business, right? But she is, well, not fully human. Anyway, here’s the address."

You can now visit the Heretrix’ Feyish acquaintance in her shop during your visit to Northbeachiswamp

You do not stay long after, just for another glass and some flirty small talk. She shakes your hand on the threshold, hesitates, and imprints her lips on your neck. "Maybe we can try again," she mumbles. "Fuck! After. Adieu."