Yes, let's go there and enjoy the ride

Having escaped the orcs by virtue of the Dunadan that happened along, as well as thanking him with the one thing you could do so with, you are now on your way to the town of Bree. The Dunadan has convinced you to go there to find a place to stay. The innkeeper of the Prancing Pony, Butterbur, was a kind man and had a soft spot for stacked girls like yourself. At least, that's what the Dunadan said. And now you find yourself on the way to Bree, accompanied by the Ranger Aravost. Having been convinced to ride his horse, you look at what the surroundings have to offer. At least, you try. Your gaze keeps going back to the man you sucked off. He was a great swordsman, judging from how he killed all the orcs but didn't get even a scratch himself. But there was more about this man. He wasn't in any of the books, you would've remembered his name. But before you can continue your train of thoughts, Aravost speaks up: "Here we are. Bree"

You follow his outstretched arm towards where he's pointing, and surely, there is a settlement closeby. You recognize the front gate from descriptions in the book, and can barely contain your excitement. "Great!" you speak up, very eunthusiastic. You can't help but think ahead of the night, where you would hopefully be able to thank Aravost in full. Thinking back to his large cock filling your mouth was already enough to make you wet. Shifting a little in the saddle from excitement, you find that it's a great way of stimulating your clit. Secretly, you keep rubbing yourself along the saddle, whimpering quietly as you feel yourself getting more and more aaroused. Your frantic rubbing, paired with the thought of Aravost's long, hard shaft make you come in mere minutes, soaking your panties with your own juices. You try to remain quiet and hopefully, succeeded in doing so. If Aravost heard your sounds at all, he didn't let on. You smile, panting a little. That was great...You wonder if your stay at Bree will be as good.