Follow her

Xabar’s growing irritation, mixed with the increasing buzzing of his brain, did not put him in the mood for patience or for subtlety. If the Compliance Spell had worn off, he might as well find out now. He follows Mrs. Peterson into the restuarant, and after she sets the plates of food down, he gets her attention again.

“Actually, I was hoping I could stay here for a while,” he said.

Mrs. Peterson looked puzzled. “Stay here in the tavern? Like in the kitchen or something?”

“No, I want to stay upstairs in your apartment. You are ok with that, aren’t you?”

Again, a look of puzzled concern danced over her face before she smiled and said, “Of course you can! Always glad to help out a fine young man such as yourself. Glynda will stay in my room, and you can have her room; it’s just for a few days, after all.”

Xabar sighed. Some people are so thick! “No, Mrs. Peterson, I want to stay in Glynda’s room with her.”

Her forehead wrinkled. “With her? In the same room? To sleep, you mean?”

Xabar rolled his eyes, then looked directly into hers and said, “Mrs. Peterson, I want to stay in Glynda’s room so we can sleep together. Much more to the point, I’m going to fuck her. A lot. Hard, fast, and loud. I’m going to have lots of unprotected sex with your precious daughter while you are in the next room, hearing her scream with every orgasm. And after I've fucked her, you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to fuck her again. Right under your own roof. We'll rut like rabbits in heat. Sometimes we'll do it right in front of you while you watch. Sounds like a good plan to you, doesn't it?"

Mrs. Peterson's eyes narrow, and Xabar wondered if perhaps he pushed it a wee bit too far. After a moment's processing of his words, however, she smiled cheerfully, and said, "Of course! Why don't you help yourself to the apartment; you know your way around. You get yourself settled. Would you like me to send some food up for you?"

Xabar sighed with relief. "That would be lovely. Thank you so much, Mrs. Peterson."

She turns and hurries about her responsibilities. Xabar turns around to head toward the stairs to the second-level apartment, when he sees Blake looking at him with a curious expression. Did he just overhear the conversation, and if so, what did he make of it? Xabar considers whether he should stop and talk to Blake before heading upstairs.