Spend the night at Marcus’ place

Figuring that her best option was the small house that belonged to Marcus, deeming the inn to be too expensive and another night spent in the wild to be a hazard that she could just fine without, and none to eager to spend the night in the cellar of a creepy old man, Druuna set off in the directions that the red-haired guard had given her.

Marcus’ house was easy enough to find even without any guidance, and Druuna soon found herself knocking on its front door.
A few moments passed before Druuna could hear a chain being rattled on the other side of the door, after which it slid open to reveal the bald guard from before.

“It’s you again?” Marcus said in a friendly manner, “And I see that you’ve manage to get hold of some pants.”
Looking at the sorry state of Druuna’s newly bought shorts, Marcus shook his head softly and added, “I guess you bought those from Reginald.”
“Yeah,” Druuna shot Marcus a warm smile, figuring that a little flirting couldn’t hurt, “another guard told me that you’ve got a spare room.”
“Ah, that…” Marcus had been momentarily caught up staring at Druuna’s generous bosom and carefully shook his head as his gaze wandered up to her face once more, “sure, it’s not much but you’re welcome if you’ll have it.”
Stepping to the side, Marcus stuck out his left arm in signal to Druuna that she could enter his house.

The place turned out to be pretty spartanly furnished, although Marcus seemed pretty keen on keeping it tidy, and Druuna found a plate and a glass on the table of the small kitchen, with a pot placed over the fireplace. The plate had some remains of food upon it, a stew of some sort, and the glass had a few drops of relatively clear water in it.
“Hungry?” Marcus asked Druuna, who had gone without either for well over twenty-four hours, and now nodded her head with gusto.
Saying nothing more, Marcus took out another plate and slapped a healthy serving of stew onto it, offering it to Druuna along with a spoon and a mug filled with water.
Seating herself at the only other chair by the table besides the one with Marcus’ plate in front of it, Druuna instantly began to stuff herself with the heavy stew, only pausing once in a while to gulp down a large sip of water.

“Look,” Marcus began, once Druuna had finished her meal and wiped her mouth with her right forearm, “I don’t want to sound creepy or anything, but I’ve given you a place to stay for the night and a hot meal. And, you know, it gets kind of lonely around here, with uh… barely any women around save for Betsy… so I guess I’m wondering if you wouldn’t mind…”
Druuna smiled as Marcus’ talking died down. She had pretty much expected him to want her to sleep with him, and hadn’t decided to stay here if she had been opposed to the prospect of him fucking her
.
Judging Marcus to be a nice enough man, Druuna slowly rose from her position at the table and sauntered over to the blushing guard, making sure to wiggle her hips as she moved over the unevenly laid floor planks.
“It seems like you’ll have something to taunt Reginald about in the morning.” She said as she placed a hand against Marcus’ crotch, feeling that his cock was not only hard, but long and thick enough to suit her tastes.

Removing her hand from the front of Marcus’ pants, Druuna pulled her top over her head and allowed him to get another look at her large, firm tits, the bald guard immediately reaching out to cup them while Druuna began to wiggle her way out of her shorts.
After baring her triangular patch of pubic hair and the fleshy lips of her twat, Druuna couldn’t help but moan as Marcus rolled his thumbs over her hard nipples.