Stroke his grief away.

The words of the matron back home ring in your ears. "Actions speak louder than words.", She speaks. And you think of no better time to apply this teaching than right now. Mere words won't mend this man's broken heart, you need to do something more to aid him on the healing process. A part of you is still unsure, this man must be at least twice, if not three times your age, and yet your holy heart wins out. This is why you set out on this pilgrimage, to help men like Barman Barliman. "You are a good and virtuous man." You begin, those bright green eyes looking up into the Barliman's deep, brown ones. Your hand finds his and squeezes it gently. "This is why I am going to do what I must. Follow me." You say simply, standing up and walking up the stairs, his hand still in yours, towards the rooms. You only stumbled once! Leading the innkeeper into your room, you take a seat on the bed, pulling him up to the edge.

Barliman watched you with growing shock and surprise, eventually culminating with a sharp intake of air when you sat down, your face level with his crotch. "Y-You... You can't mean to..." Barliman began, stuttering in sheer surprise. You were so young and so beautiful, he had never imagined such a maiden, and a paladin at that, would do such a thing. "Y-You're not drunk are you? How many fingers am I holding up?" The innkeeper suddenly holds up his index, middle and thumb up.
"Two fingers and a thumb Barliman. And no I'm not drunk. At least, not that drunk." You say with a small smile. "I believe you need an important moment to allow you to move on. And I will provide that moment..." With another innocent smile, both of your soft hands get to work. You run them down the innkeeper's ale-stained shirt, and eventually start working his trousers and underwear down. Soon enough, the pot bellied innkeeper is standing before you, his trousers around his ankles, wearing a deep red blush on his cheeks.

He was obviously excited already, and the moment his trousers were pulled down, his dick sprang out, fully hard. It was a fair size, about average at 5 and a half inches. It was very thick, reminding you of a beer barrel, which made a smile play at your lips. He was hairy down there, with tangled pubes matted against his rather portly groin. Taking his rather thick cock in your deft, pale, soft elvish hands, one wraps slowly around it, while the other goes to rub against his rather large nuts. You are fascinated. This was your first cock you've willingly interacted with besides the ones back home in your youth. And now, you're given a chance to admire and study every vein, inch and the rather bulbous tip. "Ooooh... That feels good..." Barliman breathed, watching as those soft elvish hands worked his cock up and down, shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath to settle his nerves. His cock jumped in your grip and you let out an adorable "Eep!" of surprise, and sped up your stroking.

It was obvious the innkeeper wouldn't last long. He hadn't been touched like this in a decade. Soon enough his cock was leaking a pretty consistent stream of precum, and his loud panting showed that his orgasm wasn't long away. You sped up your stroking, gazing up at him with those deep emerald eyes. "Remember that this is for your benefit. This will help you move on, and serve the goddess by taking a new wife." You murmur, one hand working that thick trunk of a cock, the other massaging his balls. One last groan came from the innkeeper, his cock twitches, balls churned, and he fired his thick load all over your hands. The cum came with such **** that it was about to spurt onto your armour, and you couldn't have that! To stop that happening, you quickly jerked your face closer, letting that thick, steamy load spurt all over your soft, beautiful half elven features. Shutting your eyes and taking rope after rope of thick cum spurt over your face, you allowed a smile to spread across your face. This was so naughty, but you could nearly imagine the proud face of the matron, and of Lucretia herself. You must have really helped this man... Clearly pent up, Barliman spurted over your face 3 more times, and then let out a loud groan. Your hand milked him for a few more globs of cum before slowly letting go.

Finally opening your eyes, you smiled up at the innkeeper, his cum plastered all over your face. He breathed loudly, nearly staggering to the floor. "M-Miss that was..." He breathed, eyes fixed on you. "I-I feel like I can move on..." His eyes lingered on you, with a look of longing. You get the feeling that he's over his wife, but might have just transferred his adoration to you... "T-Thank you. I'll um... Let ya sleep now. There's a bucket of water in the corner to wash your face." He pointed it out, and then turned awkwardly, pulled up his trousers, and walked out.

You cleaned your face of course, thinking about what you had just done. Barliman must have been about 50, and you had just jerked him off, and taken his thick load over your face. Maybe you might have been a little eager there... Wondering if you really were a slut, you stripped down and got into bed. You were confident that innkeeper Barliman had gotten rid of his longing for his wife, but you are concerned that he might just start pining for you instead. Even if that was true, you hope that that crush might be easier to be rid of. Perhaps, if you come by Barrowden in a year or two, you might see him with a new wife.

Closing your eyes, you allow the drunken embrace of sleep to take you.