The following morning, the small retinue woke up early, starting its ascent towards the Boarhead mountains and the Ashen Peak, where the castle supposedly was found. The sky was clear, giving them a good view of the mountain range stretching on the horizon as far as they could see. They made their way towards a large path that climbed the range, their ascent accompanied only by the sound of hooves clacking on the hard terrain, at least until they heard a loud, annoyed groan from the back of the column.

“Fuck, my head…” winced Sir Bernard.

“So, do you think it was wise to drink that much before waking up at dawn?” said Sir Andrew, smirking.

“Fuck you, Andrew!”  Bernard answered, rubbing a hand on his forehead as Sir Andrew made his way to the head of the column, still looking at him with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Man,” sighed Daniel, as his friend approached “You would think that at 27 years of age, he would stop behaving like a cocky teenager.”

“Luckily for us, he’s as good with the blade as he’s immature,” commented Sir Andrew.

“Ah, so you will admit he’s better than you?” Said Daniel, looking at him, doubtful.

“I’ve never said that” commented Andrew, twirling his moustache. “I’ve beaten him plenty of times, and plenty again I will do,” he said, extracting his sword from the sheath. “He’s strong, and can hit hard, but he always overextends himself. If he was to learn how to control his rage, maybe he would have a chance.”

Daniel looked at his friend, watching him observe the blade intently, closing an eye as he checked the edge, before sheathing it again.

“Can I ask you something, Andrew?”

“Sure. What is it?”

“Why did you join us?”

“What do you mean?”

“You knew this mission was dangerous, you knew that death is a concrete possibility here, you know that you might not be able to see your family again, to be a father for your child...why did you choose to come with us?”

“Well, I couldn’t really let you go hunt one of the most dangerous dragons they ever heard of with two old men, an inexperienced teen, and two muttonheads, couldn’t I? I would feel guilty of your death” he said.

Daniel laughed.

“I suppose you’re right,”

“Yeah, but seriously…You have always been like a brother to me,  like the little brother I’ve never had.” Said Sir Andrew  “You’ve always watched my back, it’s only fair I watch yours.” he added, a warm smile on his lips. He then turned his head, looking up, seeing a group of birds flying high above their heads. “Of course I think about my family,”  he continued, “of course I miss them, of course I know that I could never meet them again. But you are family as much as they are to me, and I would hate if something were to happen to you that I could’ve avoided.”

“Thanks,” said Daniel, smiling broadly. “I feel the same for you, Andrew. I don’t want you to think that I’m asking these questions because I don’t want you to accompany me.  I’m glad that you’re here.”

The black-haired knight smiled, looking Daniel straight in the eyes.

“Know your worth, Daniel. You’re better at what you do than you think.” Sensing Daniel’s retort, he went on. “And don’t let the Academy thing get to you. Your father made the right choice, and you’re the best heir he could’ve been blessed with.”

“Thank you,” said Daniel, his voice broken. “It-it means a lot,” he said, reaching out to his friend for a hug, a small tear falling from his face.

As they parted, Daniel smiled, before changing the subject.

“You know, you didn’t mention a woman when you listed our party members,” he said, pointing at the direwolf at the head of the column.

“She? She’s fine, she’s gonna survive longer than any of us here. I wouldn’t exclude her being the one that escapes the beast and brings back news of our death.”

They laughed.

“But yeah, I like her. You were right, orcs are an interesting lot.” Commented Andrew.

Yeah, they are, agreed Daniel.

He looked back at Zevna. They hadn’t had the chance to talk about what had happened yesterday, each immersed in what the journey required them to do. She in particular seemed really focused on investigating the surroundings, trying to orientate in the asper environment that he could see she was not very familiar with.

Still, now that the thought had come to his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder the reason for that kiss. Was it just the heat of the moment? Was there something more to it? He didn’t know, but, thinking back to it, he wouldn’t mind the second option. She tasted great, and although she couldn’t be more different from the maidens he was used to court, something was enticing about her personality, her assertiveness, her attitude.

Also, from the small glimpse he had caught of the inside of her leather jerkin, he remembered her perky, supple breasts, bigger than her cup size seemed to hint at, and how they rested on top of her toned pectorals; that was always a plus for a lady in his book.

His impure thoughts were interrupted by a frightened shout on the left side of the column. Turning, he saw Sir Henryk pointing at a mass a hundred feet from them, that had since then been hidden from them by some thick brambles.

“The-there is a corpse there!” said Henryk, his voice trembling.

Curious, they dismounted, the late afternoon light illuminating the figure that the frightened knight was pointing at. It was a humanoid, likely a hunter, judging by the bow and quiver visible under his form. The state of the corpse made discerning other features challenging, with its torso and head that had been smashed inwards by a very heavy object, and his left arm torn off. The only other peculiar sign was a large bite mark on one of the legs, left by something with broad, hand-sized teeth.

“Giants,” said Sir Roger and Zevna almost in unison, as the huntress kneeled to examine the marks.

“Cave or Mountain Giants, most likely,” she said.

Not the brightest of foes, reasoned Daniel, but still dangerous, due to their formidable strength and appetite.
“It doesn’t smell, so it has been killed recently, yesterday afternoon at most,” Zevna concluded.

“This means that they could be nearby” chimed in Sir Roger. “Contrary to what is popularly believed, some of them are smart enough to realize that half-eaten corpses make for excellent baits to attract other beasts, or humanoids too curious for their own good.”

This remark caused a shiver on the back of Daniel’s neck.

“Keep an eye out, men. Proceed with caution,” he ordered, unsheathing his sword. An order that the knights reluctantly followed.

Daniel pressed gently on the glove on his left hand, the yellow gem at the center starting to emit a dull glow, its arcane powers activating. Many giants, especially the more primitive ones, were afraid of fire, so flicking a bolt in their direction could at least be a useful distraction.

They moved slowly, approaching an area of sparse trees, their ears ready for every sound. Sir Andrew lighted up a torch.

“They shouldn’t be able to sneak up on us, but better safe than sorry. Also, I’m starting not to be able to see anything here.”

After around half an hour, Daniel saw the huntress at the head of the column stop, sniffing the air.
“Meat,” she whispered “Slightly rotten. “Maybe they are eating. We could be able to get the jump on them”
They followed her, in the direction of the smell, and it didn’t take long to see what its source was:

Amongst the trees, there were a series of large tree trunks, laying horizontally on the ground, that looked like they had been uprooted or cut by crude blades,  arranged to form some kind of circle, a pile of animal bones at the side of one of them, whilst the half-eaten leg of a giant boar was resting on another. Nearby, they could see four large mounds of grass and hay, each more than 15 feet wide. Some bedding of sorts.
A few of these trunks were signed by large black marks,  of the same shape and color as those visible in many of the fallen trees that laid around this makeshift clearing.

It looked like a camp. A completely abandoned Giant’s camp.

Intrigued by the sight, the knights approached, pointing the source of the smell to the carcass of a deer that had been crushed by one of the fallen trees. It had probably been dead for a couple of days.

As they looked around, they could finally identify the other smells that permeated the camp: a mixture of burned meat, and incinerated wood. Daniel approached one of the trees, examining the black spots closely.

They were burn marks.

He could also see that one of the trees was a very large chestnut, that had been felled by a hit in the middle, a hit done by something huge, far larger than the couple of thick clubs that were laying around the camp.

The dragon had been here, not too long before.

Riding at the front of the column, Daniel yawned loudly.

The day after their most recent discovery, they had seen various signs of the dangerous inhabitants of these highlands, trees uprooted, rocks smashed, and animal corpses strewn around, a continuous reminded of how perilous the area was, even besides the dragon. They had reasoned that taking extra watches was the least they could do to ensure their safety. Still, thought Daniel, the lack of sleep didn’t help in keeping their senses sharp.

Even Zevna, who had insisted on making the last watch by herself to give the knights some rest, even if she had done the watch before, seemed a bit groggy, unable to concentrate well on the environment.

He approached the direwolf, the huge form of Razor towering on his horse, looking up at her.

“Tired?” he said, seeing the orc erupting in a wide yawn
She shook her head, regaining her composure and looking down at him.

“It’s nothing” she scoffed “This isn’t my first sleepless night.”

“You should rest tonight” he suggested “We need your senses, you are much more used to such environments than us.”

“Precisely, that’s why I can’t trust you fancy pants to keep watch by yourselves.” she scoffed. “No offense Daniel, but I would rather not risk having me and Razor be killed…especially after what we saw,” she added.

“It’s okay, I’m scared as well,”

“I’M NOT SCARED,” she erupted “I’m just… worried about what will happen.”

“Makes sense, I can’t say I am not.”

“Having second thoughts?” she asked, lowering the volume of her voice.

“In a certain sense,” he sighed “I mostly feel we are ill-prepared for this.”

“If that makes you feel better, from what we heard, we wouldn’t be the first group of ill-prepared idiots that gets burned to a crisp by this dragon,” she said, forcing a smile upon her lips, the hint of sadness in her voice betraying her real feelings.

“Yeah, it doesn’t, sorry.”

 “Remind me again why are you so keen on this.”

“Well, it’s a long story... The short of it is, that people are doubting me, especially my father. People don’t think I’m fit to be a ruler. Vanquishing the dragon, saving the princess, it’ll ease their worries, it will show them that I’m worthy of the name that I carry.”

“Oh, so it’s a pride thing?” asked the orc.

“It’s not just that” answered the young knight “I need to do this, I need to prove myself again. My people won’t follow me if I don’t show them that I can handle myself as a sovereign. I think you caught that, seeing how even the men in this party behave around me.”

She smiled, slightly amused. She understood now, his brother had to do the same a couple of years back. “Yes, I saw that. From what is worth, I think that you will make a fine ruler, surely better than your father.”

“Thank you,” he said “You wouldn’t make a bad chief yourself,” he commented, making her smile.
For whatever reason, her friendly, confident smile made him feel a bit better as if he had reacquired the confidence in the quest that he had lost after the discoveries of the last couple of days.

He leaned in a bit towards her, his voice a whisper.

“And don’t worry, being scared is normal, and I won’t tell anyone, not even your brother back home.”

Her brow furrowed. “Pfft, whatever,” she said, annoyed. She tapped her heel against the torso of Razor, the direwolf dashing ahead of the column.

“Wait! Zevna!” he said, a suggestion that was promptly ignored,  the direwolf had already gained a couple of dozen feet on him.

He sighed loudly, looking down. Way to go, Daniel, he thought.

After a couple of hours of travel, something unusual appeared in the distance: A tall mountain, that towered over the surrounding landscape, its sides, and the nearby highlands all covered in fine soot and ash, while a small plume of smoke emitting from the mountain’s top.

Daniel asked himself who right in his mind would construct a castle on a volcano; nevertheless, it was certainly the most impressive mountain in the area, and although it was still quite a way away, roughly one and a half to two days from their position, they were happy to be finally reaching the Ashen Peak.

As they moved in the direction of the soot-covered mountain, they encountered first a creek, and then, following its stream, an area of flourishing vegetation, where plants, bushes, and small trees grew all around the course of the creek. Gradually, along the courses of the stream, they saw the smaller plants and bushes, and larger trees appearing, until they found themselves in a real forest, at the center of which stood a relatively large mountain lake, most likely the source of water for all the plants that surrounded them.

It was definitely a welcome change of scenery from the rough, dry highlands that had kept them company for the last few days.

“Fresh water and shade,” said Sir Gregory, “I see no better place to make camp for tonight.”

The knights nodded in agreement and started making camp, preparing a fire and tents for a night’s sleep. A comfortable place to rest was exactly what they needed, after the worrisome discoveries of the day before.

After a frugal dinner, as the other knights arranged their bedrolls and the watches for a night of sleep, Daniel started to pace along the lakeside, crossbow in hand. He reckoned that the lake would likely be a great place to hunt game since animals would come here for water.
As he investigated the surroundings, he could see that there were, in fact, a lot of animal footprints around the muddy banks, boars, wolves, hares, and wild goats or other hooved animals, often forming chaotic trails. Too chaotic, it seemed. Also, there were no animals to be seen around, nor droppings to be found. Judging by the random directions of the footprints, he reasoned that something must have startled the animals in the forest, making them scatter.

As he explored the banks further, he noticed a trail of dried blood alongside the prints. Following it further, blade in hand, he heard a buzzing of insects, and he saw a small grey mass resting a little way away from the lake, a crossbow bolt sticking from its side, surrounded by flies.

It was the corpse of a hare. Judging by the putrid smell, it had been left there rotting at least from the day before. Someone had come to his forest to hunt, not too long ago.

As he tried to understand who those hunters could be, he looked up. In front of him was the face of a large, dark grey direwolf, its yellow eyes looking directly down at him, looming over the kneeling knight, its ears pointing up and its teeth bared.

Instinctively, he jumped back. He had taken a bit of familiarity with Razor, Zevna’s direwolf, but still, seeing her in a deliberately aggressive display was terrifying.

“E-easy Razor,” he said “I’m Daniel…you know me, right? Wha-what do you want?”
The only answer that he got from the animal was a loud growl, as he put one of her paws forward, moving closer to him.

He made another step back, his hands in front of him, before he heard a feminine voice inquiring:

“What is it, girl?”

He saw the direwolf calm down slightly and turn towards the voice, as Zevna appeared from behind some bushes standing on the bank. Her wet hair and bare shoulders made clear why she was there.

Immediately, he closed his eyes, wanting to preserve her modesty, and he stood there as he felt that the direwolf’s breath wasn’t on his body anymore.

“Daniel?” asked the orc, in an annoyed tone “What are you doing here?”

“I’m so-sorry, I wasn’t spy-spying on you, I swear” he answered, trembling “I was just following the trail of an animal, its corpse it’s just behind me.”

“Oh” answered Zevna “So that’s where the smell comes from.”

“Yes, there is a trail of blood that follows the riverbank!” he said, pointing at the rough area where he had found it, his eyes still shut.

“Hmm…That’s pretty strange” she muttered “Okay, don’t open your eyes before I tell you to, or I will let Razor mangle you. Understood?”

He gulped nervously, nodding frantically.

“Good,” she said, smiling deviously. “By the spirits…a girl can’t even wash herself before her watch” she muttered, still with slight annoyance in her tone.

He spent the next minute or so there, waiting, too frightened to even speak.

“Okay, you can open them.” Zevna said.

As sight returned to him, he found the orc standing a couple of feet in front of him, as she finished tying up the laces of her jerkin, hiding her toned abs from sight.

Man, she looked good, thought Daniel. Also, he couldn’t help but realize that, although her large bare feet were standing on a small depression in the ground, quite lower than where he stood, his head still reached the orc’s chin.

“I don’t know how things work in the human cities,” said the huntress “But in our tribes, you should ask a girl if you want to see her naked.”
“Or at least, pay what she asks” she added with a smirk.

“Of-of course” answered Daniel, his face crimson.

“So, what did you learn about this animal?” she asked, peeking above his shoulders.

“Well…” he muttered, trying to regain his composure “It seems that it was shot.”

“Yes, I can see this much. We are not the first that have wandered into this forest this week. Any idea on who could they be?”

“Well, that’s a crossbow bolt, it doesn’t say much about who shot it…but they are either the dumbest bandits of the world, considering that the only creatures that live here are dangerous monsters…”

“Or someone else is trying to get to the castle before us” she concluded.

“Yes.” he said, very annoyed at hearing the conclusion he had already made in his mind.

She put a hand under her chin, stroking it lightly.

“Well, we could reach out to them, they could be of help.”

“Asking them to help? Why should I do that? That was supposed to be my quest! They are stealing our quarry from under my nose!” he said, looking up at her, fuming.

She groaned loudly.

“Orcs, Humans… you men are all the same…you always think with your dick and your pride, never with your brain,” she commented,

 “Wouldn’t it be better to have some more men? You know, to make sure that we can actually kill this dragon? We can at least see if they have some more informations about it.”

He looked at her. There was some truth in her words, and as much as he hated to admit it, this monster was maybe too much for their small group to handle, at least in their current state. They needed help.

He sighed.

“…Maybe you’re right.”

“In the end, split glory is certainly better than death” she observed “And if you really feel so bad, you can even offer to split the quest equally.”
Seeing his puzzled expression, she explained.

“You know, someone gets to fight the dragon, and someone gets to marry the princess.” Joked Zevna, causing a laugh from the knight.

At the mention of marriage, images of what had happened in front of the tavern flashed in his mind. She seemed relatively relaxed, considering he had just almost seen her naked.

Maybe it was the right moment, thought Daniel.

“You know…about that…” he began, “Do you remember our discussion of the other day?”

He immediately saw her eyes widening, and her cheeks starting to redden.

“Ye-yes?”

“You know, you left immediately after…we really had not a moment to talk about it.”

"Why are you making such a fuss about it?" Zevna answered, avoiding his gaze "It-it was just a kiss."

“O-oh.” He said, confused. “That’s… that’s good, then actually. Yeah.”

“I thought you had, ahem…experience with orc ladies.”

That was true, thought Daniel, in the weeks where he had tried to establish a diplomatic relationship with the orcs in the southern border, there had been a few flirts here and there, even a couple of hookups, and he remembered the girls treating it as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

However, something was different this time, he wasn’t completely at ease. Under his leather gloves, his palms had gotten sweaty.

“Yes…that’s right” he convened.

“Still, if you are trying to tell me that you enjoyed it… I appreciate it” said Zevna, seductively.

“We..well,” he stuttered.

“I’ll take that as a yes” she replied, curving her lips in a slight smirk.

“For me, I liked it more than I thought I would,” she added in a silky tone, moving closer to him “You’re quite the ha-handsome boy yourself, although quite a bit short compared to the guys I usually...lay with.”

For a moment, he almost felt offended at her remark. He was six feet tall, for the gods’ sake! He was well above average height!

Then, he saw her looming well above him, her form taking almost his entire field of view as she inched closer, staring down at him intently. “I suppose all is relative”, he thought, his throat getting completely dry as he instinctively backed away from her.

He couldn’t see it, but behind her seductive demeanor, it was taking her all of her willpower to maintain eye contact with him.

“Thanks…” he said.

“So, what do you say we should do now” she inquired, almost cornering him, his attempts to move away from her stopping as he felt a tree against his back “I, for one, think that we should take ad-advantage of this moment to have a bit of fun.”

“I…suppose so”

“Very well then” she mused, bending down to his height. Before he could reply, he felt the pillowy cushions that were her lips upon his mouth, the two hard tusks pressing against his face. This time, he was somewhat ready for it, and it didn’t take him long to start to reciprocate her kiss, moving his lips and tongue searching for hers. This time, they could each see that there was much more intent in the other’s actions, her tongue eagerly twirling, twisting, and pushing against his, while he tentatively moved his lips to try and capture her unwieldy muscle, trying to wrangle the tongue with his smaller one as she deftly moved it out of the way, preparing to a renewed assault on her own terms.

This dance of passion continued for several seconds before the two tongues were separated, as Daniel and Zevna gasped for air.

“You taste great,” said Daniel, his cheeks still red.

She smiled slightly.

“So…wanna move to the main course?” she asked, winking.

He looked up at her, eyes wide. Was she really asking him to …?

“Wait…I thought you meant kissing …I fear we are moving too fast…”

“Moving where? It’s only sex!” she commented. “Besides…we could all be dead by the end of the week…let’s enjoy life while it lasts”

He smiled. Fuck it, she was right.

As an answer, he grabbed her head with his right hand, moving in closer for another kiss. She immediately understood what he was doing, and she bent down a little bit more, to try and help him reach, while she started to move her arms towards his breastplate, deftly untying the two, the piece of metal falling onto the floor with a dull thud. As the shirt underneath was revealed, he started to work on his buttons, before the eager orc pulled the two sides of the shirt, making the last two buttons fly into the grass around them.

“Don’t worry, we will find them later” She joked, as she started to deftly untie the laces of her jerkin, making Daniel emit a little chuckle.

As his shirt fell onto the ground, revealing what was hidden beneath, she tilted her head approvingly. Although his build wasn’t particularly muscular, Daniel’s arms and chest were toned, with well-defined muscles under his tanned skin. He didn’t have much in terms of abs, but his pectorals, covered by sparse dark blonde hairs, betrayed his years of military training, along with the various scars visible on his chest, torso, and shoulder.

Maybe a bit too scrawny, thought Zevna, compared with the bulging arms and chest of the guys of her tribe, but still, the familiar wetness between her legs told her that she liked what she was seeing. Actually, she noticed, as she let her own jacket fall onto the ground, she was maybe a bit more wet than usual. Indeed, the body of a warrior.

For his part, Daniel’s eyes went wide at the sight appearing in front of him. Zevna’s muscular body was gorgeous, sculpted and curvaceous at the same time, a magnificent display of feminine power. Her biceps were at least one and a half times his, and her toned abs popped out of her lean belly like those of a statue of fine marble. Her impossibly long legs, simultaneously silky and powerful, ended up in two tree-trunk-like thighs, which despite their size and muscular tone, appeared smooth and inviting, their curvature meeting on top of a tuft of wild black pubic hair that encapsulated her womanhood.

In the front of his face stood her bosom, which despite being relatively small in respect of the rest of her frame, a little more than half the size of her uncurled biceps, appeared as large as the most well-endowed human and elvish maidens of the taverns and brothels he had visited, in virtue of the size difference between them two, and the way those pectorals of hers pushed the breasts outward.

He could feel his member becoming erect, starting to bulge against his pants.

“You look ….magnificent,” he said.

She laughed.

“That’s funny….most of the guys of my tribe say that a girl shouldn’t have that much muscles, except for the thighs maybe,” she said, remarking her words with a sensual sway of her hips, tossing her leather shorts away with her ankle as she encroached upon him.

“Well…” he said, seeing her face looming above him, an amused expression in her beautiful black eyes. She was used to being bigger than his partner, but towering over a man in such a way was on another level. She brushed his body with a leg, glancing down to see how her hip reached almost to his chest. She could probably smother him just by laying on top of his body. She bit her lips seductively, savoring the sheer physical power her appearance gave her over him.

She hadn’t thought she would enjoy this so much.

Seeing the orc’s hip touching his chest,  Daniel’s member became even harder than before, pushing hard against the hem of his underwear, a pressure that became almost painful as the sweet, musky fragrance of her sex started to reach his nostrils.

It took him all his willpower to maintain his composure and allow him to reach up for her leg, stroking it with a shaky hand, feeling the smoothness of her silky green skin.

“I...I would love to get muscles like yours. Maybe you can show me your training routine” he said, trying his best to maintain his cool, as the aroma of Zevna’s womanhood was almost driving him mad.

She chuckled, feeling her cheeks become warmer as she felt his hands going up and down the length of her leg. Nobody has shown such appreciation for her body before. It felt really good.

“Perhaps, they would look pretty good on your little body,” she said, bending down to put her mouth on a level with his face, to avoid him noticing how red her cheeks had become. “In the meantime…. these are yours to enjoy tonight.” She blurted.

She couldn’t believe what she was saying, as she looked down at him. Maybe…there was something else?

She shook those thoughts from her head, slowly returning to her erect position, as she turned slightly, returning to face Daniel directly. Take control, she thought.

“Get down on your knees,” she demanded, with a voice that, although sultry,  made very clear to him that it was better to not disobey her order.

He was almost startled at the sudden change of tone, but he followed the command diligently.

"Good boy” she cooed, bending her hips behind a little, revealing her pussy, the pink folds framed beautifully by a forest of unkempt black hair.

“Lick” she ordered.

His head slowly approached the womanhood, which in his kneeling position was just a little bit below his mouth. He could feel how strong her scent was, the musky, wild aroma much more intense than the maid he was used to, with just a hint of sweat, that to his surprise complemented the scent perfectly. She was certainly aroused, the dampness and the way in which her engorged clitoris stood at the center of her labia left no doubts about that. He approached the bulb eagerly, giving it a long, deliberate lick, something that elicited a soft moan from above him.
Taking this as a sign that he was doing good, he moved his head closer, his nose immersed in her long, thick tuft as he put his tongue to work, feeling the rough texture of her hair tickling and scratching his cheeks as his muscle ran and wiggled in the confines of her inner labia.

Cunnilingus wasn’t his favorite thing to do in bed, but the years at the academy, full of taverns and occasional sex, had taught him that ladies really appreciated an altruistic lover, and they returned such favors eagerly.
Moreover,  the mixture of her appearance and her demeanor was making him feel drawn to do it, to give her pleasure, to serve her. He was much higher in rank than she, but tonight, it didn’t matter.

It was worth it, her pussy tasted amazing, as if someone had taken a hearty deer stew, and covered it in the sweetest honey he had ever tasted. It was different than anyone else’s.

Zevna, for her part, was thoroughly enjoying the experience, moaning loudly as she felt a fire slowly building up in her groin. Instinctively, she tightened her hips a little, barely managing to stop herself before squeezing his head in her hazy aroused state.
As he saw the pressure around him building up, he froze, panicking slightly before she loosened her thighs a little, enough to allow him to catch a breath, the air filled with her scent.
“So-sorry,” she said, half moaning as she glanced down at him.

He, however, took it as a sign of encouragement, and he eagerly reimmersed his head onto her womanhood, licking even harder than before.

It didn’t take long for the fire in her crotch to turn into a true inferno, her moans turning almost into a yell as she came, showering Daniel’s head in her juices.

“Go-good boy”, she said as she dropped to her knees, a last moan escaping her lips as she tried to catch her breath.

“That was a-amazing, way to s-serve a lady”.

“Happy to help,” he said, panting heavily as he tried to wipe his face from the sticky fluid.

She turned her gaze at him. She almost chuckled as she saw how her orgasm had messed up his face,  with his hair sticking on his face and liquid slowly dripping from his short, trimmed blonde beard, as he stroked his left eye to remove the bit of liquid that had gone inside.

Maybe it was the post-orgasm bliss speaking but he looked almost…cute? She felt a strange sensation washing over her, and she noticed that her heartbeat was not slowing down.

This wasn’t gonna be her usual one-night stands, she realized.