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When Olberic woke up it was already dark outside and thank the gods the headache was gone. He would have loved to slap himself for engaging in this folly. He could take a lot of alcohol, which he had noticed back then during the war, but then he was still young and impetuous. What had made him go for another binge when he was 40? He didn't remember why he'd actually gone through it. He got up with a sigh and crept out of the room. The inn in Atlasdamm had a nice terrace, he still remembered that. At that time he had sometimes talked to one of his companions here when the others were asleep. Often it had been Primrose or Cyrus with whom he had spoken here. This time he couldn't expect either of them. Instead, Clara stood there and looked dreamily at the starry sky.

Olberic cleared his throat: "Good evening."

Clara turned around when she heard the familiar voice and said: "Good evening Sir Olberic. Are you better?" Asked Clara.

He stepped closer to Clara and whispered in her ear: "I thought we are over the courtesies."

Clara put her index finger to her lips and pointed diagonally behind her. There was the window of her room that Ophilia was just walking past.

Olberic nodded and understood: "Well, I hope you can forgive me for my folly. I swear that this will never happen again.", Olberic said and raised his right hand in an oath. Clara giggled softly until Ophilia drew the curtains on the window and was then out of sight. Then Olberic grabbed Clara by the hips and pressed her to him.

"I thought she was watching me all night ..." whispered Clara.

"It seems to me that she is worried about you.", Olberic whispered to her, "That I rob you of your virtue." Then he began to cover her neck with kisses.

"Olberic ...", Clara began when she felt his breath on her skin, "I shouldn't give myself to such a reckless man as you are ...", Clara said while her heart began to beat faster and faster.

Olberic raised his head: "Careless?"

"Well, anyone who gets involved in a drinking game is reckless for me. You know where something like that ends, and you do it anyway," said Clara.

"It will never happen again," said Olberic.

"Promise?", Asked Clara and looked at him with big eyes.

"I promise," he whispered and sealed that with a long, passionate kiss.

The heat rose in both of them, it seemed as if nothing and no one could put out the fire that was burning in them. They breathed harder, moaned and gasped under the hot kisses they exchanged. Olberic's lips slid down her neck, which made Clara groan. She pressed against him as if she didn't want to tolerate a bit of air between their bodies. How he would have loved to take off her bodice here and ... But they couldn't dare to do that here. On the terrace in public ... Although it was dark and no one could see her ... As Ophilia Clara had already warned, a drunken guest could always come by. The two looked at each other, completely out of breath, Olberic was even sweating a little. He let go of her, straightened her dress a little again, that he had pushed up something with his knee.

"Maybe we could ... ask the landlord ... if he'll give us a room?" Asked Clara shyly. Olberic took Clara's hand: "The idea is brilliant. Provided ... you want it."

Clara nodded her head and Olberic was pulling her off the terrace and down the stairs into the guest room. Luckily the landlord had a room for the couple. It was not uncommon for the landlord to receive such requests and then always fulfill them very discreetly and not question anything. It was not uncommon for customers to bring their girls with them. It was tolerated as long as the room was paid for and left clean.

Clara and Olberic hurried into their assigned room, which was at the very end of the corridor far from those of your travel companion. They entered, Olberic locked from the inside and then he went back to his lover. He would probably be able to call her that from this night on. He led her to the bed where she sat and he sat next to her. He hugged and kissed her, his kisses littering her neck and shoulders, being careful with her bandaged left shoulder. He took off her dress and undid her bodice, although he had never done that before, he somehow managed to untie the knot. Clara let him be patient, he didn't seem clumsy in any way. Of course, Olberic would have had experiences with women at his age ... for sure. Perhaps he had a mistress before the war, or he liked to go to visit girls ... She had often read such things in books. Clara sighed heavily at the thought.

When he heard Clara sigh, he let go of her. She sat half-naked in front of him and looked at him.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"I was just wondering ... have you ever had a ... wife before me?" She asked, embarrassed.

Olberic let go of her and cleared his throat: "When I was still young ... and I was just completing my training as a soldier, it was a custom there ... that well ... girls of joy were brought into the camp."

Clara looked at Olberic that he was embarrassed to talk about it.

"I see ... well, men just have their needs, don't they?" She asked.

Olberic put his arm around her: "But it never meant anything to me ... until now.", He said and kissed her again and gently pressed her onto the bed. He pulled off her petticoat and panties until she was completely bare in front of him. Clara blushed, whether from shame or excitement, he could not read. He now began to take off his shirt and pants and then slid onto the bed next to Clara. For the first time Clara was alone with a man who had now also stripped down to his underpants. She was really nervous and didn't know what to expect. She pressed her lower legs together because there was a strange tingling sensation there. Olberic's hands caressed her body. At first Clara was ashamed of her love handles and after their first kiss had thought what Olberic would think or say when he should see her naked.

Olberic wasn't bothered by Clara's little love handles. They were soft and comfortable to the touch. He cupped her breasts, which were large and heavy in his hand. Clara groaned softly at his touch. He enjoyed the feel of her breasts in his hand and teasing small nipples until they hardened. Clara's body began to twitch slightly at his touch. He decided to continue exploring her body with his right hand. Clara still pressed her thighs together nervously.

"You don't need to be afraid.", Olberic said gently, "I will try not to hurt you. Should it still happen, say so and I will stop immediately."

Clara looked uncertainly at Olberic. But his face radiated such trustworthiness that she let Olberic push her thighs apart and he explored her lap underneath. There was great heat coming from there. His hand stroked her grotto. This touch alone made Clara groan loudly, which probably surprised both of them a little. Clara put her hand over her mouth, startled, and Olberic looked down at her, fascinated.

"Don't worry, that's normal," he said to calm her down. Then his hand slid a little lower, where he felt something that resembled a button. Clara reared up and groaned again. It was then clear to him that he had found the right job. He stayed there with circling pats and made sure that Clara writhed in lust under his touch.

He enjoyed the sight, at the same time he made sure that a pressure built up in his groin area that got stronger and stronger. Finally he stopped his caresses and pulled down his underpants. Then he changed his position. It slid between Clara's splayed legs. Clara looked at Olberic with a mixture of excitement and fear.

"Clara ... I'll enter now ... It can hurt at first. But it ebbs quickly," he said softly.

While Clara was still wondering what he wanted to enter where, she felt something hot and hard bump into her. Clara sucked in a sharp breath while Olberic tried to feel the entrance. He finally found it and moved his hips forward a little so that it entered Clara's hot grotto. The feeling was indescribably beautiful for him while Clara whimpered under him. She had clutched the bedspread with both hands.

"Ouch ... that hurts ..." she moaned.

Olberic took a deep breath in and out and said to Clara: "Follow me. Breathe deeply in and out."

Clara trusted Olberic and tried and indeed, the pain in her abdomen slowly subsided until it gave way to a tingling sensation that was only exacerbated by his twitching member.

Olberic brushed her hair off her face and looked at her: "You see? It feels better, doesn't it?"

Clara only nodded slightly, she was no longer able to say anything. The heat seemed to jump over from Olberic to her and the urge to be released from it grew in her.

"Then I'll try to make it even better for both of us," he said and slid out of her a little and then pushed his hip forward again. Clara buried her hands in the covers again and groaned.

"Does it still hurt?" He asked uncertainly.

"... N-no ..." she replied breathlessly.

That was the signal for Olberic to go further. He increased his pace and leaned forward. With his right hand and a pillow he supported her injured left shoulder to cushion the bumps a little more. Clara's arms wrapped around his neck and finally clasped his broad shoulders as he started the final sprint. He was panting more and more, the heat in him soon seemed to reach its boiling point when Clara automatically wrapped her legs around him to let him in even deeper. Clara groaned and gasped under him until Olberic felt that he had reached his limit and he slipped out of her with a growl and then discharged his sperm over her chest and stomach.

Clara was still lying there as if paralyzed while Olberic turned away and cleaned himself with a cloth. Then he cleaned Clara of his sperm with another cloth.

Clara grabbed his hand, which was wiping her chest with a cloth.

"That was incredibly beautiful," she said and smiled broadly.

"I'm glad," he said and then turned away from her. Clara got up and asked: "What are you going to do?"

"I should get back to our room before they know I'm gone," he said while putting his shirt back on.

"Are you in such a hurry?" She asked and smiled at him.

Olberic pulled on his pants and then looked over his shoulder at her. He couldn't help but grin: "You've got a taste for it, haven't you?"

Clara shrugged her right shoulder.

Olberic went to her bed and ran his hand over her cheek.

"I love you.", He said quietly, "But whoever our enemy is shouldn't know better so that you don't get in danger." He sat down next to her on the edge of the bed, "That's why I think it is the best thing to do is not ring it up for a while if you don't mind. "

Clara took his hand that caressed her cheek: "I understand.", And nodded. Olberic helped Clara up and back into her clothes before they left the room. Olberic took Clara to the room that she shared with Sister Ophilia and kissed her goodbye. Then he went down to the landlord to pay for the night in the "bridal suite" and then returned to his room, where Cyrus and Alfyn were still soundly asleep.