Side Quest: Rude

While the party moved north from Kalm under open sky, Rude of the Turks sat in the back room of a roadside waystation two hours behind them. The place was little more than a concrete box with a cot, a table, and a single shaded window. Orders were to maintain contact with the tracking team and wait for Reno’s signal. The signal had not come yet.

The waystation attendant was a broad-hipped woman in her thirties who ran the place alone. She had locked the front door when Rude arrived, taken one look at the silent man in the dark suit, and understood the arrangement without words. Now she stood naked in the center of the room, hands braced on the table, while Rude fucked her from behind with slow, heavy strokes.

His cock was thick and long. Every thrust pushed a wet sound from her cunt and a low grunt from her throat. Rude kept one gloved hand on the back of her neck, holding her steady against the table. The other gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks. He did not speak. He never did during this part. The only sounds in the room were the rhythmic slap of skin, the creak of the table, and the woman’s increasingly broken moans.

He reached around and rubbed her clit with two thick fingers, still thrusting deep. She came hard, body locking up, cunt squeezing around him in strong pulses. Rude continued at the same measured pace until her legs shook and a second orgasm tore through her. Only then did he drive in to the hilt and unload. Thick ropes of cum flooded her. He stayed buried until the last pulse faded, then pulled out. A heavy stream of his load ran down the inside of her thighs and dripped onto the concrete floor.

The woman stayed bent over the table, breathing hard. Rude cleaned himself with a cloth from his pocket, adjusted his suit, and put the dark glasses back on. He checked his PHS. Still no word from Reno. The tracking data showed the targets still moving north toward the higher passes.

He left a small stack of gil on the table, opened the door, and stepped back into the heat of the road. The woman did not turn around. Rude walked to the waiting vehicle, climbed in, and started the engine. The hunt continued. The next contact point was already marked on the map.