A journal is found...

“You say the most romantic things sometimes...” Alazne cooed with an impish grin, while she rubbed her sensitive, stretched little bunghole.

Tiras chuckled.

“My lady, I was simply telling the truth.” he said, the first gluey wad of cum spewing from the tip of his cock.

Alazne made a happy sound when the hot, sticky fluid splattered onto one of her massive, juicy tits, shaking the soft, tanned orb slightly as it landed. And when Tiras released a dark, lustful growl she looked up, only to smile broadly as she watched his cum-slit expand as a ripple went through the monstrous organ.

As soon as the first ropes of hot spunk shot from his cock, the brunette squealed in delight! ...Only to have her squeal drowning in the sounds of thick, sticky cum smacking against her skin.

Alazne looked up at Tiras' with hot, smouldering eyes as wads of jizz rained down on her shapely body with loud splats, not even blinking as a string of hot spunk hit her right between the eyes. Tiras himself was breathing heavily, his hands a blur, as he watched how fat strings of cum dripped of Alazne's humongous, gravity-defying tits! And with a clench of his teeth, another volley of cum smacked against those glorious boobs.

“Not exactly from head to toe,” Alazne murmured, as she rubbed her hands over her cum-painted body. “But I can't complain...”

“We can try again, if you like.” Tiras said with a cocky grin.

“Mmm...maybe later,” Alazne purred in response. “First, though, I think we should take a bath...and then we should get each other all dirty again.”

“Sounds like a good idea.” Tiras said, as he watched Alazne rising to her feet.

“Uh-uh, I'm going alone,” she said, wagging her finger. “I'm trying to get cleaned up, remember?” she added with an impish grin.

Tiras made a show of pouting, but agreed with her and tried to find a piece of furniture that wasn't broken.

“Don't you need to follow me to find out where the bathroom is?” Alazne shouted from the hall.

“I think I can follow the trail you're leaving me just fine!” Tiras shouted back, eyeing the droplets of his spunk that the top-heavy brunette had left behind.

He heard Alazne's girlish giggle, and smiled to himself as he sat on a chair...before it cracked under him.

About an hour later Tiras stepped out of the bathroom, which was in a better state than the rest of the house. He had wanted to continue his little fun with Alazne when he had seen her wet form stepping out of the bathroom, her lovely (and very curvy) form had been completely clean and shining with water droplets...

But instead she had playfully pushed him into the bathroom and told him to: “Wash behind your ears.”

Tiras grinned, he was going to get her for that! Not that he had not enjoyed his bath, in fact the bathroom looked like it belonged in a mansion or palace, but he would have enjoyed it more with Alazne.

With a smile on his face he returned to the living room, ready to keep his promise and soak Alazne from head to toe in his spunk. But when he returned to the living room, he didn't find her waiting for him.

“Alazne?” Tiras yelled.

“In here!” she replied, her voice coming from upstairs.

Tiras quickly rushed up the stairs, careful to avoid any broken steps, and stood on the landing in only a few seconds. When he noticed the opened door he grinned again, and carefully sneaked closer to it...only to find Alazne sitting on a large mattress (the remains of the bed to which it belonged were spread throughout the room), holding a thin book with a faded red cover. She was staring at it with a far away look in her eyes.

“Everything all right?” Tiras asked, instead of bursting in the room and pouncing on her like he had planned.

“Yeah...” Alazne said softly. “I just found this journal of my uncle when I returned from my bath. It must have fallen from the bookcase when we bumped against it.” she added with a faint smile, as she held up the thin book.

“Have you read it yet?” Tiras asked as he sat next to her on the mattress.

“No, should we?” she asked.

“If you want to know more about your uncle, then it sounds like a good idea.” Tiras simply replied as he plucked the book from her hands, and opened it.

“Well, at least uncle was a good artist.” Alazne said, trying to stifle a giggle.

Within in the first few pages of the journal the naked forms of several women were sketched, with some names near them that Tiras didn't recognize.

“And a great big pervert.” Tiras added, as he turned several pages. Most contained tales of the man's sexual exploits, or simply more sketches of naked women, but when Tiras turned another page the stories started to become more serious.

He read about the man's adventures that he shared with his friends, the good times, the bad times, the treasures they found, the beasts they fought and, of course, the sex they had. Tiras had only know Alazne for one night, but he loved spending time with her. He would love to stay in this home...if it wasn't about to fall apart.

“Alazne,” he started. “What would you think of fixing this old place up?”

“I don't make all that much as a waitress...” Alazne murmured. “But yeah, a place near the Kettle? One that I could share with you? It would be like a dream come true."

As she said that, she squeezed herself closer to Tiras, wrapping her arms around his shoulders before placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Why do you ask?”

“Because I would love to stay here with you,” Tiras said, stroking her hair. “Don't get me wrong, the Bow and Anchor isn't the worst inn to stay at. But I'd rather stay with you.”

“Aww stop it, you're making me blush.” Alazne giggled, her hands slowly drifting lower.

“That must be quite the accomplishment then,” Tiras chuckled. “There seems to be very little that makes you blush.”

Alazne pretended to be hurt, but her smile quickly brightened. “So, what is your plan for fixing up my uncle's house?” she asked, before she slowly began to jerk his cock.

“Well, I-” Tiras groaned.

“Yes?” Alazne mumbled, moving her hands faster and purring as Tiras' thick prejizz dribbled over her hands.

“I want to-”

“Come on, spit it out.” Alazne giggled, before playfully sucking on his plump cockhead.

“I want to start an adventurer party of my own.” Tiras said, and without waiting for Alazne's response he jumped off of the bed (well, mattress) and grabbed her by the ankles.

The brunette released a happy squeal as Tiras spread her legs wide, and moaned when he pushed his plump, precum drooling cockhead against her tight, twitching bunghole again.

“Yes!” the brunette shrieked, and Tiras slammed his hips forward...