Approach the cottage

Tired and weary, you approach the little cottage and knock on the door.

A gorgeous peasant woman opens the door in her nightgown. You can see her dark, pert nipples through the thin fabric, which stops just above her crotch. Thick hair spreads out across her inner thighs there.

You look back up to meet her gaze.

“Please excuse me, I am a weary traveler, and simply ask to sleep by your hearth.” You lean in and kiss her deeply on the mouth, raising one hand to cup her breast, then you disengage. Blushing, she tells you she will ask her husband.

She disappears for a moment and returns with an ox of a man, shirtless with a hairy chest and with very scant underwear that barely hide his bulging cock and balls. The wife dutifully drops to her knees and presses her face in his crotch as he stands in the doorway speaking with you.

“I heard you’d like to sleep by our fire. Mercenary, huh?” He says, eyeing you and your kit. You nod. “Probably a good thing, with these beast men roaming about. Come on in then,” he says, his wife standing up and his cock now erect and hanging out of his undershorts.

You enter gratefully and look around. It’s a small, very quaint affair, a homey one-room shack for just the two of them. The couple goes back to their simple bed on the floor, but not before laying out a tattered wool blanket for you.

You relax and get settled in, watching the wife pleasure the husband with her supple mouth for a while. Her head slowly bobs up and down on his massive, stout cock as he seems to be drifting off to sleep.