THE GOOD TIDING'S PUB PART 1

Yumi found herself deep in thought, contemplating the idea of giving a relationship with Aki a try. She couldn't help but wonder why she had never seriously considered it before. Perhaps it was because Aki had always been a reliable presence in her life, and she was hesitant about revealing the more intimate details of her past.

Her contemplative state led her to the entrance of "Good Tidings" pub. This establishment had certainly seen better days and was now infamous for its shabby appearance and a reputation for frequent brawls, spilled drinks, and various unsavory incidents. It was the kind of place where you could find inexpensive food and even more affordable drinks, a far cry from anything resembling an upscale venue.

Yumi had heard that the pub's owner, a stranger to her, had suffered a meltdown after a brawl between rival affiliates of powerful families wreaked havoc on his establishment. Fights in a pub were not unheard of, but this was the fourth such incident in a week, prompting the owner to declare that he would no longer bother repairing the place. Strangely, this decision had brought about an unusual kind of peace, as patrons no longer felt the need to destroy the establishment.

Just outside the entrance door, Yumi could already hear the lively sounds emanating from the pub. She made a conscious effort to push Aki out of her thoughts, deciding that, for now at least, she should try to enjoy herself.

However, a sudden feeling of being watched made her turn around once more. Although she scanned the streets, there was no one visible. Diane's anti-anxiety potion continued to work its calming magic, successfully keeping her fears at bay. With a nonchalant shrug, she decided to dismiss her unease and pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The pub's layout proved to be quite unconventional. Upon entering, patrons were immediately met by a bar where they could conveniently order drinks and food. To the right of the bar was the entrance to the bathroom, while the dining area with tables was situated to the left.

At the bar, Yumi couldn't help but notice a diverse array of patrons, representing different species. There were half-orcs, goblins, dwarves, and even what appeared to be a goblin. This eclectic mix of clientele piqued Yumi's interest, and she found herself wondering if goblins had any particular interest in human girls. As she observed the patrons, waitresses bustled about, expertly balancing trays loaded with beer and food as they hurriedly served the customers.

Yumi couldn't help but wonder if the handsome blond man was already there. She felt a strange urge to see him, even though she couldn't quite pinpoint the reason. Normally, when she sought out a man, it was due to a certain attraction, but this time, she simply wanted to confirm he wasn't the one watching her.

Amidst the mix of patrons at the bar, Yumi's keen eye quickly identified Carl. His face was already tinged with a rosy hue, and he appeared to be ordering more drinks from the bartender for his fellow guardsmen. It was clear that he had already indulged quite a bit.

Yumi couldn't contain her smile as she approached Carl and lightly tapped him on the shoulder. He turned toward her, and his face gradually transformed into his trademark friendly grin, clearly delighted to see her.

"You're here!" Carl exclaimed, pulling Yumi into a warm, friendly hug. After they parted ways from their brief embrace, he discreetly scanned the pub.

"Has anyone else noticed you yet?" Carl whispered eagerly.

Yumi shook her head, and she couldn't help but notice that the other patrons were gazing at Carl with envious and wistful expressions.

"That's fantastic!" Without much ado, Carl extended his hand and gently clasped Yumi's. "Come with me," he said, urging her to follow.

"Where are we going?" Yumi whispered, taking his hand but hesitating to follow him. Carl attempted to pull her, but her resistance nearly caused him to stumble and lose his balance.

Carl quickly regained his balance and composure. "Just in there," he said, pointing to the bathroom, his friendly grin ever-present.

Yumi couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "Why?" she inquired, even though she was already knew.

Carl leaned in closer, his voice hushed, "I haven't seen you in a while," he whispered. "Come on. Please? I've missed you so much."

Yumi took a moment to consider the offer. Carl had been the first person she'd met in Thymore, and his warm and friendly demeanor had left a lasting impression. On her first visit to the village, he'd invited her for drinks, and they'd spent a memorable night together, eventually retreating to the Revalare Inn where they slept. Although they didn't do much sleeping the that night.

With a grin, Yumi agreed, "Fine."

Carl's infectious smile remained, and Yumi couldn't help but respond in kind as she followed him. As they navigated through the patrons at the bar, Carl politely excused himself, making it clear that Yumi was his priority. She couldn't ignore the numerous patrons who had their eyes on her – some with longing gazes and others seemingly envious or perturbed by Carl's attention.

Yumi entered the bathroom first, and Carl followed, discreetly locking the door behind him. Surprisingly, the bathroom was relatively well-kept, possibly the only place in Good Tidings that received any maintenance. Although despite its cleanliness, the walls were disappointingly thin, allowing the sounds from the bar outside to filter in.

They both heard a voice from the outside, commenting, "That lucky bastard out there is in for a wild ride."

A mischievous glint sparkled in Carl's eyes as he whispered back, "Damn right, I am."

Yumi shot him a wicked smirk, her voice dripping with desire. "What do you want?"

Carl wasted no time, moving towards the toilet and closing the lid. "Sit your gorgeous ass right here."

Yumi obeyed, perching herself on the toilet seat with anticipation, her eyes fixed on Carl's every move. The air was thick with the promise of pleasure, and time was of the essence.

Carl swiftly unbuckled his belt, his fingers trembling with excitement. His pants dropped to the floor, revealing his rock-hard cock, already throbbing with need. "Time to get down to business, Yumi. They'll be looking for us soon."

Yumi's hunger for him was insatiable. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth wide and took him in, her lips wrapping around his pulsating member. Her head bobbed up and down, her warm mouth enveloping him in a frenzy of pleasure.

"Oh fuck, yeah!" Carl moaned, his grip tightening on Yumi's head. He matched her rhythm, thrusting his hips to meet her eager mouth. The occasional deep thrust made Yumi gag, but she knew it only intensified Carl's pleasure. He loved the way she choked on his cock.

In the midst of their passionate encounter, they heard the jingle of the front door opening, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the bar. But they didn't let it deter them. They continued their sinful act, their bodies consumed by the heat of the moment.

"Hello," a voice called out. Yumi froze as she recognized it instantly; it was the blond man who had been following her. With a loud pop, she pulled away from Carl's cock, her ears perked up, trying to listen to their conversation. Carl looked down at her, puzzled by the sudden interruption.

"What's wrong?" he asked, curious.

"It's the guy I met. I thought he's been tailing me," Yumi whispered back.

Carl's desire for Yumi was unyielding. "Well, let's not let him ruin our fun. Jerk me off at least while you eavesdrop," he suggested, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

Yumi shot him a playful glare, but she couldn't resist his request. She raised her hands, her fingers gliding over Carl's slick cock, creating deliciously squelching noises. Her handjob intensified, her grip tightening with every stroke, as she strained to hear the conversation outside.

"What'll you have?" the bartender's voice echoed from the bar, interrupting their illicit tryst.

"A beer, I guess? By the way, have you seen a blond girl around?" the voice inquired.

"The pretty one with a rack?" the bartender replied, his voice laced with mischief.

Yumi's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't believe they were talking about her. But she couldn't let herself get caught. Determined to keep her secret safe, she glared at Carl who moaned loudly as her hand caressed his balls. "Ssh!"

Ignoring her warning, Carl's lips curled into a smirk. "Come on, baby, lick the head," he pleaded.

Yumi rolled her eyes, but she couldn't resist his tantalizing request, he seemed so **** to cum. With a seductive smile, she opened her mouth once more, her tongue swirling around the tip of Carl's stiff cock. Pleasure mingled with the risk of being discovered, fueling their bodies with an insatiable hunger.

While Yumi pleasured Carl with her mouth, she strained her ears, desperately trying to eavesdrop on the blond man and the bartender's conversation.

The bartender was saying. "Why do you need to know?"

"Umm, nothing. I'm curious about her is all."

"Ah, another suitor. She came in a few minute ago but she's busy right now." The bartender replied. "What's your name? I'll be sure to mention it after she's done."

There was a silence before the young man answered, "My name's Gale."

"Gale," Yumi thought, her lips curving into a smile. She couldn't help but ponder why the fear and anxiety she initially experienced when she first met Gale had evaporated. Now, the thought of seeing him again filled her with anticipation. She wondered if it could be attributed to the anti-anxiety potion Diane had given her.

But her reverie was abruptly interrupted by Carl's impatient whisper, bringing her back to the present. "Yumi, you're spacing out!"

Startled, Yumi snapped back to reality, her eyes locking onto Carl's disappointed gaze. He seemed a bit sad that she was solely focused on him. She quickly gave him an apologetic grin. Without wasting a moment, she took a deep breath and plunged her mouth down on Carl's throbbing cock, her throat eagerly accepting his entire length in one swift motion, her lips pressing against his base.

"There you go, baby," Carl groaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Yumi's throat constricted around him, her muscles massaging his cock head with expertise. She slowly withdrew, leaving only the head of his cock in her mouth, her saliva coating him in a slick sheen. With both hands wrapped around his shaft, she began to expertly stroke, her fingers twisting and turning in a captivating rhythm.

"Fucking hell, you're incredible," Carl gasped, his hips bucking uncontrollably.

Yumi reveled in the praise, knowing that her skills were unmatched. She had perfected the art of the handjob, and the men she pleasured never knew how challenging it was for her. Her incredible strength as a warrior made it all the more difficult to find the delicate balance between pleasure and pain. Many men had cried out in a mix of pleasure and agony as she inadvertently squeezed too hard.

"Yumi, I'm about to fucking explode!" Carl warned, his voice strained with the urgency of his impending orgasm.

Hearing his words, Yumi increased the speed of her movements, her eyes locked onto Carl's face, a fiery gaze burning with desire. She was ready to receive his hot load, her mouth eager to taste his essence.

"Cumming!" Carl groaned, his body convulsing with pleasure.

His cock erupted, sending a powerful surge of cum flooding Yumi's mouth. The sheer volume shocked her, a small trickle escaping from the corners of her lips, cascading down her chin and onto her chest, glistening with the evidence of their sinful tryst. Yumi couldn't help but moan, it felt really good to have her throat blasted with cum, it's one of her favorite kinks.

"Sorry, Yumi," Carl chuckled sheepishly, his eyes glimmering with satisfaction. "I haven't jerked off in a fucking month!"

Yumi frowned at him as she opened her mouth and sputtered and coughed.

She gazed down and saw that her shirt was wet with his seed. She was about to clean up the delicious mess when Gale's voice suddenly echoed from outside the bathroom, interrupting their post-orgasmic bliss.

"What was that?" Gale asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

"That's her," the bartender responded, his words carrying a sly smirk that Yumi could detect even through the thin walls.

"In the bathroom?" Gale sounded puzzled.

The bartender must have nodded, a subtle movement that Yumi could hear through the walls. Panic surged within her as she realized someone, likely Gale, was heading toward the bathroom, and she certainly didn't want him to discover her in this compromising situation.

Carl, ever observant, noticed Yumi's anxiety. "You like that guy, Yumi?" he whispered.

"I don't actually know," Yumi replied honestly. She was very uncertain. The blond man had her confused. She was initially afraid of him but now she wanted to get to know him.

Carl smiled reassuringly. "Alright, I'll come out first. Don't worry. I'll help you out. Stay here and clean up. I'll bring him to our table."

As he pulled up his pants, Carl added, "Oh, I'll whisper to the guys that you don't want this guy to know about you."

Carl swiftly adjusted his appearance in the mirror before opening the door. Yumi audibly gasped as she wasn't prepared. Fortunately, Carl managed to shield her from view as she heard him greet the approaching figure, "Oh! It's you! Fancy seeing you here."

Yumi could see the blond hair attempting to peek through. Thankfully, the door shut before Gale could catch a glimpse.

"Hey. Is someone in there with you?" Gale inquired with a hint of nervousness.

"No one's here, man. Did I hear you introduce yourself as Gale? What's that about, Falken?"

A tense silence followed before Falken answered, "It's... a nickname."

"That's pretty cool! I didn't know you had a nickname. Come on! The guys are at the tables. You didn't tell us you'd be drinking tonight, you sly dog."

"Falken?" Yumi thought, puzzled. "So Gale was only his nickname?". Something was wrong, but Yumi couldn't figure out what. She let out a relieved sigh as Falken, or Gale, and Carl departed. She stood before the mirror, pondering how she'd be able to fix herself.

She licked up semen she can reach around and under her lips, while washing off the areas she couldn't with water. However, her shirt was horribly stained with the fluids, and she sighed as she grabbed a napkin to blot it dry.