Another Chapter with Hot content :)

In the evening everyone met again in the inn and Clara and Olberic sneaked away again independently of one another under a pretext. Clara claimed to have forgotten something important in the cathedral. She declined Ophilia's offer of help with thanks and went off on her own.

Olberic claimed he had to go to the blacksmith to have his armor mended. So it was that Clara and Olberic managed to meet behind the cathedral.

"This secrecy is pretty exciting," said Clara with a smile.

"Nobody said it would be easy," said Olberic and took Clara in his arms, "I just want to hope that we won't have more trouble in the still snow."

"It'll be fine, today I saw how strong you all are. You are a really great team and I trust that you can manage whatever else comes our way.", Clara said and put her arms around her the back of his neck to give him a long, deep kiss.

Olberic pushed Clara away with light pressure: "But not here, behind the cathedral ..." he said and cleared his throat.

"What are you thinking, you rascal!" Said Clara and punched him lightly in the shoulder.

"You don't want to challenge me, do you?" Asked Olberic with a grin.

"It's worth a try," said Clara, laughing.

"Oh ... you'll regret it!" He said, grabbing her hips and lifting her up a little.

"Waaah! Hey, let me down!"

"You wanted it that way!" He said and put her down again a little rudely.

Then Clara ran off and Olberic ran after her until the two of them got along in a large meadow. Clara stopped abruptly and Olberic braked behind her.

"What is it?" He asked.

Then Clara turned to him without warning and rushed towards him. She actually managed to throw the knight to the ground with her entire body weight. That was probably also because Olberic didn't really put up a lot of resistance. He landed on his back in the grass and Clara sat on his lap.

"That was pretty sneaky," said Olberic, laughing softly.

"You don't give me any other choice.", She said and felt the heat again, which seemed to come from Olberic's lap.

"It's still not a good idea. You could see us here," said Olberic quietly.

"It's dark. I guess most of the residents are already asleep," said Clara.

"You have to be prepared for everything," said Olberic, before he straightened up and kissed Clara on the cheek. Then he leaned forward so Clara slipped off his lap and landed on the grass.

Then Olberic rose and held out his hand to her.

Clara crossed her arms angrily: "Now you've set me up."

"Like you me like I do you.", Olberic said with a grin.

Clara took his hand with a sigh and he pulled her to her feet. He was pulling a little too hard so that it hit his chest. He grabbed her neck, leaned over and kissed her briefly but passionately on the mouth. Then he let go of her and went ahead. Clara stopped, completely perplexed. Olberic looked over his shoulder at her and motioned for him to follow her. They returned to the inn, and Olberic first looked through the window to see whether their travel companions were still seated at the table. But they were gone. Olberic entered and went to the landlord to whisper something to him. Clara already knew the whole thing from the last time. She saw the landlord nod and point over her. Olberic turned away, went back to the door and took Clara by the hand. They went up 2 flights of stairs until they found an empty room. The "bridal suite" in this inn.

Olberic opened the door, let Clara in and then locked the door behind him. Then he began to take off his doublet, tunic, and shirt as he approached Clara. She stared at him, fascinated, because last night the whole thing had somehow happened too fast. Now she could admire it in all its glory. His broad shoulders, his somewhat hairy chest and his muscular stomach. She reached out her hands to him and just wanted to touch him. Her hands ran over his neck, over his shoulders to his chest and stomach, where she made wavy lines with her hands. Then she reached his waistband. Olberic opened the belt from which his sword was still hanging and let everything slide gently to the ground. Clara now started to open his pants that didn't cause her any problems either, she was untied in no time. After the pants slipped along his legs and he got out, Clara saw a bulge in his underpants that was already growing.

She touched the bump briefly with her hand, which made Olberic gasp. Clara looked up at Olberic and he said, "You have to be careful with it, it's the most sensitive part of a man."

Clara nodded and took his hand and led him to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and he stood in front of her. Clara swallowed, not knowing exactly what the part looked like that had penetrated her yesterday. She only felt that it was hot and hard. She grabbed the waistband of his panties with both hands and pulled them down a little. She was a little frightened because of the size of this "thing"

She would never have thought it possible that he was so big. Roughly it was about 7 cm long and about 2 1/2 cm wide.

She cleared her throat, then took off his underpants completely and then looked up at Olberic: "And now?" She asked.

"You could grab it with your hand and move it back and forth," said Olberic.

Clara nodded and held out her right hand. She gently embraced him and felt what a warmth he was already exuding. As she began to move her hand back and forth, she could feel it getting harder and harder. Olberic stood there, had closed his eyes with relish and sighed every now and then.

"Is that a good thing?" She asked, a little confused.

"Yes, very good," he said softly.

She decided to increase the pace a bit and noticed a smell emanating from him that seemed to excite her too. Suddenly it occurred to her to put it in her mouth. How good that Olberic couldn't read minds. So she could surprise him with it. She understood how his "thing" worked. It was no different from yesterday. Then he had also made this steady back and forth movement. She now simulated this with her hands and was sure that she could do it with her mouth as well. So she bent her head a little, opened her mouth and she had it in her mouth.

Olberic suddenly opened his eyes in shock when he realized what Clara was doing. He looked down at her. She moved her head slowly back and forth. It felt so heavenly. Her mouth was so warm and moist, similar to her grotto, and yet it felt a little different. He threw his head back and gasped. Clara breathed through her nose, slowly moving her head back and forth faster and sucking on him in between. She heard Olberic gasping and moaning above her until he suddenly grabbed her shoulder and pushed her away from him. While he was doing this, the semen shot just about over her. Even her hair.

Clara gave a startled scream when she saw what was sprayed towards her. It wasn't the first time, but it was the first time up close.

"Damn it!" Olberic cursed and grabbed a towel and leaned forward to clean Clara's face.

"It looks like I'll have to take another bath," said Clara.

"I'm sorry, but you just took me by surprise with the action," said Olberic.

"Didn't ... you like it?" Asked Clara, embarrassed.

Olberic sat down next to her on the bed: "Yes, of course. It was pretty much the best experience I've been able to enjoy so far. It's just that ... after one time with a man my age it's over for the next few hours. I should have told you beforehand. "

"Oh ... Now what?", Clara asked a little disappointed.

"Don't worry, I'll still make sure that you get your reward." Said Olberic and kissed Clara and began to undress her at the same time. When she stood naked in front of him, he asked her to lie flat on the bed. Then Olberic leaned over her, ran his hand from her lips to her neck, her neck, her shoulders to her breasts. Then he slid a little lower, bent his head over her chest and began to take turns sucking on her nipples. That made Clara groan. Then Olberic slid lower, covering her stomach with kisses until he reached her lap. He positioned himself almost like last night, only this time he had something else in mind. He asked her to lift her bum a little and then Olberic began to explore her grotto with his mouth. Clara let out a sharp scream. Olberic stopped, looked at Clara and asked: "Are you okay?"

Clara was breathing heavily: "Yes ... I ... don't know what that was ... but ... that felt ... good ..."

Olberic grinned triumphantly and tried to hit the spot again. And indeed. She groaned loudly again. That was this "button" that he had already stimulated with his hand yesterday. Well, then he would do the same to her now as she did to him before. He slid his tongue over it, made circles and sucked on it. Clara writhed under his tongue, it was unbelievable. Her lower body twitched more and more uncontrollably and he thought to himself, if his "thing" could no longer penetrate her, then maybe ... he raised his head, supported her leg with his left arm and with his right hand he started first insert a finger into it. That wasn't a problem. Clara groaned blissfully, she obviously wanted more. Well ... then he tried two. That also worked very well. He moved his hand back and forth a few times and Clara moaned more and more. Then he added another finger. Struck again a few times, she liked that too, her grotto widened and contracted again, in an irregular rhythm. Olberic wanted to go all out, he lifted her leg with his left hand while he tried with his right hand to disappear completely into her grotto. When he succeeded, the juices gushed out of her like a waterfall. Clara reared up with a loud groan. He moved his hand outstretched back and forth as it was. Clara gasped and groaned, her body trembling with excitement, until then her grotto contracted with a jerk and after one last scream of pleasure, Clara sank back into the pillow, exhausted.

Olberic carefully pulled his hand out of her, it felt a bit sticky as soon as he pulled it out.

He briefly washed his hand in a bowl of soap that was provided in the room. Then he lay down next to Clara, who was probably slowly returning to the here and now.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

Clara nodded and could only say "Hmhm".

Olberic could see how Clara's breathing slowly normalized and she came to rest. She lay on her side and snuggled up against him.

"Clara?" Asked Olberic.

"Hm?" She asked.

"We should go before it is noticed," he whispered to her. Clara let out a disappointed sigh and rose slowly. Olberic dressed quickly and then helped Clara to put her clothes back on before they left the room. They went down a flight of stairs, then Olberic dropped Clara down in front of her room that she shared with Ophilia. Then he went down to the landlord, paid for the "bridal suite" and then returned to his room, where Alfyn and Cyrus were already soundly asleep.