It was getting dark. I gave up on infiltrating the castle and went back to Redbeard’s Tavern.
Rosa wasn’t there when I arrived, so I ordered some food and had a friendly chat with her cuck husband Westly.
Westly, as his tavern name suggested, had a red beard. His forearms were the size of bowling pins. He looked like he weighed close to four hundred pounds.
"So what brings you to Windmoor?" he said, as he set down a plate of food on the counter. "You’re a traveler right? You have that look about you."
"I’m here on a top-secret mission. I’m an agent of the Demon King Thallafax."
He laughed.
"You don’t seem like much of a demon."
"It’s what’s on the inside that counts."
He laughed again.
"Nice one. Let me guess. You’re a soldier, aren’t you? Here to sign up for the King’s army. As soon as the ice melts, they say there’ll be a war. We’re going to wipe out those filthy demonspawn once and for all. Conquer the Demon Kingdom. Burn their homes to cinders. Good riddance I say. I’d volunteer for war myself if I didn’t have a wife and business to take care of."
"Yup," I said. "You guessed it. Soldier."
"Well I envy you," he said. "Best of luck to you. And if there’s anything else you need, just ask me, or my wife Rosa. Now where did she go off to ... Ah, there she is now."
Rosa was coming in the door carrying some crates.
At the sight of me, she nearly dropped the crate on her foot.
"What’s wrong Rosa?" her husband asked. "You look pale. Did something happen?"
"Yea Rosa," I said with a grin. "What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."
On my next trip to the outhouse, Rosa grabbed me and pulled me into a dark corner.
"Whoa," I said. "Take it easy, babe. I’m on a full stomach. We can fuck all we want later ..."
"What are you doing back here?" she hissed.
"Isn’t it obvious?" I said with a grin. I reached around and squeezed her ass through her dress. "I just couldn’t get enough of this."
She slapped my hand away.
"Stop that!"
But I could tell from the bar above her head, which was still 100% full, that she was playing hard to get.
"Look." I started to undo my trousers. "You’re so hot that I’m getting hard already."
Rosa blushed and looked back.
"I can’t ... I have to work ..."
"I’m not asking you to touch it. Just have a look."
"Alright. Just a look."
At soon as she saw my cock she changed her mind real quick.
I picked her up and fucked her right there, bouncing her up and down my cock in the snow-covered yard.
When she hit her orgasm (it took six strokes this time instead of five) she had to bite down on her arm to keep her husband from hearing her screams of pleasure.
We finished our second round and were starting our third, with me piledriving Rosa, legs over her head, into the snow, when Westly decided to show up and ruin things for us.
Rosa rolled off my cock and stood up, straightening her skirt.
She immediately fell over again.
"Rosa! There you are. The guests are thirsty. Come— Why are you sitting in the snow?" He noticed me and blinked. "And what are you two doing together?"
"Hi Westly," I said with a smile. "I got lost so Rosa was telling me where the outhouse was. But she tripped and fell."
Onto my dick.
"Ah," he said. "Rosa you clumsy woman. You’re inconveniencing our guest. Come along now. Can you stand? Good night Eli."
"Good night ..."
They walked away arm in arm.
But I could see my cum, mixed with Rosa’s pussy juices, streaming down the insides of her legs.
And later that night, when I reached around under the bar counter to finger Rosa under the table, she was still wet with my cum.
"Hey," I said to her as I fingered. "I heard Westly speaking. You’ve got some rooms open. So let me stay the night in one of them. For free. I’m flat-out broke. You’ll have to pay for this meal too."
"But—" she whimpered as I ran circles around her clit with my fingers.
"No buts. You want more of this don’t you?" I nodded down at my cock. "I can see it in your eyes. And I can feel how wet you are."
She jerked her hips away.
"Absolutely not. You’re mad."
"Be honest with yourself."
"Never!"
An hour later, she came around and quietly dropped the key in my lap.
"Room 3C is open," she said. "But be discrete ok?"
I grinned at her.
"Don’t get me wrong!" she said. "The room is for sleeping in only. Get that perverted look off your face. I’m doing this because I pity you. I’m not going up to your room for any nighttime visits. Do you hear me?"
To nobody’s surprise, Rosa knocked on my door later that night.
She stood in the hallway barefoot, wearing a see-through nightgown and holding a plate of food.
"What happened to not coming?" I said with a grin.
"Sh-shut up ..." She thrust the tray into my hands.
I set down the tray and pulled her into the room.
I closed the door and started to kiss her while fondling her tits through the silk fabric.
"What’s Westly doing?" I murmured to her ear.
She leaned back and nibbled on my earlobe. Her other hand reached down and began to fondle me through my pants, bringing my cock to life.
"He’s asleep."
"Let me guess," I whispered. "You asked him to fuck you. And he said no."
"Actually he fell asleep before I could ask. He’s snoring so hard the floorboards are shaking."
We had a good laugh about that.
"But I also couldn’t stop thinking about you," Rosa admitted. "I ... I think I’m addicted to your cock."
Rosa sucked my cock and fingered herself while I ate.
I held my spoon with my right hand and used my left hand to fondle her tits.
By the time I was done eating and drinking the beer she brought, I was more interested in napping than having sex.
But because I’m such a nice guy, I threw her onto the bed, put her ankles over her ears, and finished the piledriving session that her husband had interrupted.
Rosa was screaming and squealing so loud that the neighbors came to tell us to be quiet.
"Th-that was ... amazing!" she panted when we were done. The bed was soaked with her juices and sweat. "You almost broke me in half. But it felt so good. I came like fifteen times."
"That’s great honey," I said as I pushed her off the bed. "Now run along back to Westly. I’ve had a long day, and I need to get my beauty sleep."