THE GOOD TIDING'S PUB PART 2

Yumi's heart raced as she weaved her way through the lively pub. It was impossible not to notice the eyes of numerous patrons, their expressions ranging from curious glances to envious stares, with a hint of judgment in some. Yumi paid little heed to their scrutiny, recognizing that it was fueled more by jealousy than genuine concern. What truly quickened her heart was the prospect of Falken sitting at the table with the other guards.

She hoped that Carl had successfully convinced everyone to keep her hidden past a secret. Yumi yearned for Falken to see her without the weight of her concealed life overshadowing their interactions.

Upon entering the private room, she immediately spotted the group of men. Six of them were gathered around a single table, deeply engrossed in animated conversation and laughter. Carl was the first to spot her and waved her over. Falken, sitting beside Carl, locked his eyes onto Yumi, his handsome features scrutinizing her with narrowed eyes. The guard captain, Bojan, also took notice of her arrival and gestured to the empty seat next to him, which happened to be directly across from Falken.

Bojan, a towering figure with a square face adorned with battle scars, wasn't Yumi's type by any stretch. His unsettling gaze sent shivers down her spine. But, in this particular moment, Bojan was far from the top of her list of concerns.

Summoning her courage, Yumi took a deep breath to steady her racing heart and gracefully approached their table, a genuine smile on her face. Though she tried to avoid staring at Falken, her subtle glances revealed her curiosity and an undeniable attraction. It was almost certain that Falken was fully aware of her interest.

As she neared the table, a captivating scent of daisies wafted into her nostrils, a lingering reminder of the love potion Diane used to brew. The fragrance grew more distinct with each step, signaling that someone at the table bore that enchanting scent.

"Please, take a seat," the guard captain warmly invited her.

Yumi obliged, sliding into the vacant chair. Her gaze naturally drifted toward Falken, who was attentively observing her. Something caught her eye, and she froze. On Falken's thumb, he wore a ring—the emblem of the Blackhammers. Yumi's heart sank; she distinctly remembered not seeing that ring when she first met Falken or when he caught up with her after the events in Garland.

Confusion and sadness washed over her. She couldn't comprehend why this discovery affected her so deeply.

Carl, ever perceptive, noticed her focus on Falken's ring. With a playful grin, he chimed in, "Oh, by the way, Yumi, did you hear the news? Falken's crew has joined us!"

Bojan added, "Indeed. Quick, show Yumi the emblem. She's going to be thrilled knowing you're part of the crew."

Falken hesitated momentarily, then cautiously extended his hand toward Yumi. She leaned in, secretly hoping that the emblem he wore was nothing more than an imitation. If Falken truly belonged to the authentic ranks of the Blackhammers, it was only a matter of time before he uncovered her 'services' to the Blackhammers' affiliates.

Regrettably, her hope was dashed as she recognized it was indeed genuine. Yumi couldn't suppress an audible gasp as she inadvertently caught a whiff of his hand, redolent with the fragrance of daisy flowers. Yumi cursed Daryl and his love potion. She never thought she had a particular fondness for daisies, but now she found herself even more mesmerized by the handsome Falken.

Suddenly, for a brief, poignant moment, Yumi reflected on how she had never taken the time to notice what Aki, her dear friend and confidant, smelled like. Her clandestine life had left little room for such personal connections, always striving to maintain a distance from Aki to conceal the scents of other men on her.

Her thought was broken when Falken gently cleared his throat and requested, "May I have my hand back, miss?"

Yumi promptly pulled her hand back and leaned away from him, offering a polite smile. "Oh, my apologies. Congratulations on your membership."

Then, Yumi discreetly leaned toward Bojan and whispered, "Please, promise me you won't divulge my... services to Falken."

Bojan raised an eyebrow, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "No promises, Yumi."

Desperation laced her voice as she pleaded, "Just for tonight, please?"

Bojan scrutinized Yumi with narrowed eyes. "You appear quite smitten with this gentleman, Yumi."

Yumi took a brief moment to consider before nodding earnestly, her determination shining through in her eyes.

Bojan finally conceded, "Very well. I promise we won't mention your occupation. But we still anticipate having a great time."

Yumi expressed her gratitude with a thankful smile.

"We'll keep it discreet. It should be an enjoyable evening," Bojan whispered. His eyes gleamed mischievously as he signaled a passing waitress, who shot a knowing glance in Yumi's direction. Having worked at the Good Tidings for a while, she had witnessed Yumi's secret trysts firsthand.

Bojan raised his hand, and everyone at the table fell silent, their attention focused on their captain. Everyone, that is, except Falken, who continued to gaze at Yumi, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

"A round of beers for everyone. It's on me!" Bojan declared.

Carl and the other guards erupted in cheers as the waitress acknowledged the order and departed. Yumi offered Falken a small smile, but he didn't reciprocate. His face displayed a concerned and inquisitive look as he observed her.

As the drinks arrived, they all became engrossed in conversation. Throughout the evening, however, Yumi sat back in her chair, unable to meet Falken's gaze, aware that he was still watching her.

Carl, seizing the opportunity to strike up a conversation, asked, "So, Falken, 'Gale'—what kind of nickname is that?"

Falken briefly diverted his attention from Yumi, considering for a moment before offering a hesitant smile. "It's a nickname I earned due to my magical prowess. I emerged victorious in a prestigious magical tournament."

"Ah, 'Gale' as in... wind?" Carl mused thoughtfully.

Falken nodded, and Yumi was listening intently when she suddenly had to stifle a gasp. Fortunately, Falken didn't notice. She glanced at Bojan, who was discreetly focusing his attention on Carl and Falken while his hands wandered beneath the table, his fingers gently squeezing her thighs.

A small, evil smirk had appeared in Bojan's scarred face. Which told Yumi that even if she tries to stop him, he will not remove his hands on her thighs.

Yumi took a deep breath and tried to continue listening intently to the conversation taking place at the table, even as Bojan's discreet advances beneath it became bolder. It suddenly occurred to her that the erratic movement of Bojan's shoulders and the angle of his arm under the table were potentially visible to Falken, causing her heart to race with anxiety. In a **** attempt to conceal the under-table escapade, Yumi leaned slightly forward, strategically placing her own arm to obscure the ongoing action.

Carl, keeping the conversation going, probed Falken further. "I thought you were renowned for your mastery of fire-based spells, Falken?"

Falken stuttered, his unease palpable as he tried to keep his composure. "W-well, it's a bit complicated. I did win using a wind-based spell, but it doesn't mean I've given up on fire spells."

Carl looked at Falken thoughtfully. "That's intriguing. I've never seen you utilize wind spells before. Where are your friends, by the way?"

The conversation appeared to take on the tone of an interrogation, which Yumi didn't mind. As long as Falken's attention remained focused on Carl and away from her, she felt a measure of relief. Meanwhile, Bojan's advances continued beneath the table, his hands venturing deeper along her thighs.

Falken answered, "They're all back at the inn. Exhausted and fast asleep."

Still skeptical, Carl remarked, "That's a bit of a letdown. Your leader had such grand aspirations, wanting to become the most renowned adventurer. What happened to the dream of building his own empire, eh?"

Falken's gaze turned distant, his thoughts evidently far away. "Times are hard, and sometimes we have to adapt to survive."

Bojan seized the opportunity to inject some mischief into the conversation. "Survive, huh? Well, Falken, your flashy display of gold coins upon entering Thymore seems to suggest otherwise. In fact, your generous contributions are the very reason we're celebrating tonight." Bojan's roving hand ventured further up Yumi's thigh as he added with a sly grin, "Among other things."

Yumi couldn't help but blush, her cheeks growing warm as she grappled with a mixture of emotions. Bojan had reached into her pussy. But to her shock, she found herself spreading her legs, allowing him easier access. Falken glanced at her, but Yumi saw there was worry in his eyes. He seemed out of focus, navigating a problem. He scowled before closing his eyes.

Yumi took this time to gaze at his serene face. He seemed to have been hiding something. But at that time, Bojan's fingers gently rubbed her pussy, massaging it through the thin fabric of her pants.

Bojan leaned it at her, laughing silently, "Already wet huh?"

She couldn't deny it. Having sucked off Carl at the bathroom, and doing this in front of the man she seemed to have feelings for. she wanted some action. She glanced at Falken who still had his eyes closed before gazing back at Bojan. She gave him a slight nod.

Falken opened her eyes as she did so. "It was our last job. Half went as an offering to the Blackhammer family."

Carl was gazing at Yumi and Bojan, he discreetly followed the arm of Bojan and a knowing smile in his face. He then clapped Falken by the shoulder, getting his attention and said, "Well, I assure you. That is worth it. Now, tell me about the job that gave you all the gold."

Yumi was doing her best not to moan out loud. She gripped the edge of the table as Bojan teased her aching pussy. Falken seemed to have gained his confidence back. After that moment of silence where he closed his eyes, he answered every question Carl had with certainty.

Suddenly, Bojan removed his hand on Yumi's pussy. Yumi gave him a disappointed look as Bojan leaned over at her.

"Come outside." Bojan whispered before standing up. He boldly announced he was going to the bathroom. Each of the guards smiled, each of them understanding what this meant. Only Falken had an impassive look in his face. Bojan gave Falken a nod before leaving the dining room.

Yumi was waiting for the right time to leave. She wanted enough time to pass that Falken wouldn't be suspicious. Unfortuantely, Carl piped up. "What about you, Yumi?"

Carl had friendly smile on his face, he must have thought that he was helping Yumi out. But Falken frowned at the question. He was about to open his mouth to say something and Yumi knew she couldn't bear hearing it. She stood up and said, "Yeah, you're right. I have to go to the bathroom too."

---

"Yes! Fuck me!" Yumi moaned. She was standing, bent down on an alley at the side of Good Tidings. Bojan was behind her, thrusting inside her pussy for all his worth.

With her panties were at her ankles, Yumi accepted Bojan's cock deep inside her cunt. Bojan had no time for any foreplay. After he lead her to the dark alley, he roughly turned her around and pulled down her pants without uttering a single word. He wasted no time in sticking his cock inside her. Thankfully, his large penis slid right in easily as Yumi was wet enough after being left wanting by Garland along with sucking off three different men that night.... so far. She knew that all five of those guardsmen inside Good Tidings would want a turn on her.

"_And maybe after that.... Falken would..." _Yumi thought.

*Smack*

Before Yumi can finish her though, Bojan smacked her on her ass, causing Yumi's plump and firm ass to sting. Yumi gasped, loving how much it hurt.

"Keep that pussy tight!" Bojan commanded. Yumi turned her head to glance at him. Gritting his teeth, his shirt was folded half way through his body, showing his abs. His face was of pure concentration as he watched his cock disappear and reappear into and from Yumi's tight entrance.

She did as commanded. Being a warrior who focused on her strength had its perks. One of the perks was that her muscles were well trained. All of her muscles. which meant it included her pussy. She clenched her walls around Bojan's cock.

"Fuck yeah!" Bojan groaned, feeling his cock being milked by her tightness. "That's fucking tight!"

Between panting breaths, Yumi dared to ask, "Ugh, ugh, where do you want to cum?"

"When did that ever matter?" Bojan said, frowning. glancing at Yumi before gazing back at her ass. "I've cum in your back, tits, mouth and inside your cunt."

Yumi thought for a brief moment. "Ah, can you... ah... cum inside my mouth?"

Bojan laughed, "Why is that? So Falken won't feel another man's seed when he fucks you?"

A mix of arousal and frustration washed over Yumi. "You're so... ugh... mean," she murmured, the truth of his words hitting her hard. She didn't want Falken to sense another man's essence inside her pussy. A man like him could surely tell. She bit her lip, her mind wandering to the thought of Falken thrusting into her.

*Smack*

Bojan smacked her in the ass again. "Aah!" Yumi screamed as she felt her ass burning. It didn't hurt though. Bojan loved smacking her in the ass and he's become pretty good at managing his strength. When they first fucked, her ass was so raw and tender, it was impossible to sit comfortably the following day.

"You're thinking about Falken right now, aren't you?" Bojan's voice sliced through her thoughts, his words laced with accusation. "You're fucking dripping down here."

Bojan pressed Yumi's back, causing her to bend even further, exposing herself fully to his relentless thrusts. "I have to admit, I'm a bit jealous. I don't understand why girls always go for him."

Yumi remained silent, her body responding to his every movement. The mere mention of Falken brought her dangerously close to the edge of climax.

"No answer huh..." Bojan said. "C'mon. Tell me. What do you see in that guy?"

Yumi's mind raced, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and desire. Sure. He smelled of daisies and Daryl's love potion inserted the idea in her head that the smell of daisies meant she's in love. But it's not just that. It's also the way he spoke to her, it's like he cared for her instead of just wanting her body. He might have been a playboy but it all seemed genuine. Yumi had many tryst with playboys so she had a gut feeling about this. She pictured his serene face when he closed his eyes when thinking hard....

"It doesn't matter." Bojan said. Once more taking Yumi out of her thoughts. "As long as you take care of my boys first. Carl's next right?"

"Ugh, Carl's done. I, ugh, sucked him off in, ugh, the bathroom." Yumi moaned.

"I knew that bastard took too long." Bojan said. "Gods, Yumi.... you've fucked half the village. But now you have an eye on another boy while your so called beloved is at the hotel healing his injuries."

Yumi finally pieced it together, understanding why she was so captivated by Falken. Every aspect of him was reminiscent of Aki, her beloved Aki. That was why fear had surged within her when she and Falken conversed after leaving Garland's shop – it had felt like she was talking to Aki himself.

The memory of the daisies flooded her mind. She had first encountered Aki in a field abundant with daisies. That was precisely why she was drawn to Falken; he was the person she could engage with until her true love, Aki, was prepared to reunite with her.

While Yumi was having an epiphany. Bojan slowly pulled out his cock almost entirely. "Girls like you..." He muttered through gritted teeth. "Deserves to be fucked!" He thrusted his cock as deep and as hard as he could, causing Yumi to almost hit her head on the concrete wall of the Good Tidings. Her head was only save when she raised her hands to brace. Yumi stopped thinking right there and then. The rough act almost made her cum.

He then slowly pulled out while Yumi regained her balance. Bojan couldn't believe it how amazing it felt as he did so. It seemed like Yumi's cunt was forcefully sucking his cock back in.

Bojan did it again. and again. and again. Long dicking Yumi. Fully enjoying the way her pussy walls grip his cock like a vise.

Yumi didn't back down though. Even when her head was almost hitting the wall, she spread her legs even more. Allowing him greater access.

Bojan gripped Yumi's tiny waist with all of his might. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Bojan screamed with each thrust.

Until finally, "I'm about to cum!" he screamed. Yumi sensed that he was going to cum inside her. He was going to ruin her for Falken but she was not going to let that happen. She met his thrust a final time and pushed him off her. His cock slipped out with a wet, squelching sound, his body nearly tumbling backward. Yumi reacted swiftly, turning around and gripping onto Bojan, ensuring he didn't lose his balance.

When Bojan was stabilized, she was on her knees in a blink of an eye. her mouth was on his engorged cock before he even came.

Bojan came with gritted teeth. He recovered enough to shove his cock deep inside Yumi's mouth. Making sure Yumi swallowed all of his seed. Which she did seemingly gratefully as she gazed back at him. Her blue eyes were tearing up as she swallowed for him.

---

Bojan

The truth was that Bojan was consumed by jealousy when it came to Falken and Aki. From the moment he laid eyes on Yumi as she entered Thymore, she had entranced him. When he saw Carl having drinks with her at Good Tidings, Bojan's anger surged to the point where he contemplated barging in and confronting him. He managed to restrain himself, hoping against hope that nothing untoward would occur.

Regrettably, the very next day, Carl was boasting to the other guards about his night with Yumi, and Bojan's anger boiled over. He had never experienced such intense anger before. The thought of someone else being with the woman he desired ignited a fiery jealousy within him, and he briefly contemplated taking drastic action, even harming Carl right then and there.

However, Carl inadvertently said something that saved his own life. He informed everyone that Yumi wanted to meet with all of them privately. This revelation ignited a spark of hope within Bojan that he couldn't let go.

For the next few years, Bojan patiently bided his time, accumulating as much wealth as he could in the hope that he might one day ask Yumi to elope with him. He clung to the belief that it was still a possibility to this day.

As Bojan's cock spasmed for the last time inside Yumi's throat, he took a step back, his eyes fixed on the woman who had captured his heart. Yumi, her blond hair disheveled and tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, stared back at him with a mixture of submission and desire. She swallowed, her mouth open to show him that she had eagerly consumed every drop of his potent seed.

Yumi's actions, sticking out her tongue to lick her lips, sent a surge of possessiveness through Bojan. "Whatever. Aki or Falken," he thought venomously, his voice filled with determination, "if I can't have her, at least I'm going to make sure she kisses you with my cum in her stomach."