Some quick relief

"I've got business to attend to..." The reply starts off brusquely because you are more than a little tempted, far more than you would have expected. Iola's creamy skin is smooth and soft, her doe eyes are wide and trusting, and those lips that had been chapped so badly just minutes ago were now plump and glistening in the flickering light. She was as lovely as the finest courtesan of Jade street but unlike those paid professionals this young beauty was a blank canvas waiting for your touch.

"Oh, fuck it." You sigh in frustration and then before you have a chance to rethink your choice you pull those glistening lips to yours and kiss her firmly.

"Oh!" For some reason you find the girl's gasp of surprise as erotic as her full lips and soft hair.

"You'll do." You chuckle as you move across the room and recline on the bed quickly removing the silky pair of dark small-clothes that you wear under your skirt for both modesty and comfort. At the moment, all you want is her pretty little mouth slurping on your pussy. "Come here princess and show me how a rich girl like you can thank the plebeian thief who saved your pretty ass." Even in the dim light of your tiny lamp you see her face blush as you remind her of her words, but you have no time for her hesitation. "Now!" You threaten the pampered fool. "If I don't feel you licking and sucking on my clit in five heartbeats you can kiss your little sister goodbye."

It's been a few years since you had a man who really knew how to please you with his tongue, few of your other lovers would even try, but you figure another woman might bring some insight into what it takes to get the job done. That's the idea at least, but the inexperienced girl doesn't seem to be much better at pleasing you than most men. It's only when you use a fistful of her fine brown hair to pull her mouth tightly into your crotch that you start to feel the relief you've been craving.

"That's right sweety!" She's hitting just the right spot now and you can feel the pleasure building. "By all the gods, girl, you've got it, just like that." Even when you release the grip in her hair she still is doing such a good job finishing you off that your muscular thighs clamp around her neck and with your legs locked together you arch your back as your mouth opens in a silent scream. A little while later you pull her up to rest on your chest to kiss her once again, this time tasting your juices on her plum lips, if you had more time you might even return the favor but you have business to attend to. As nice as this little interlude has been you would much rather find Orestes sleeping in his room and slice his scrawny throat while he begs for mercy.

"That was pretty fine work, sweet pea." You tell Iola with a easy laugh, "as long as you can make me feel that good, I'll keep you around until we find your kid sister and that piece of shit Orestes."