As it turns out, a large part of booking passage is waiting for minutes to hours for a captain to find thirty seconds to talk to you. The sun was down before he made it back to the inn, he had to climb a long ass hill in the dark which was a lotta fun let me tell you. The great crowd of folks with their stalls and carts were all gone or on their way out. The young man probably would have slept in the cold damp grass if not for the lantern hanging out above his destination.

He got it done though, free travel all the way to Ironhold!

Whatever the fuck that was.

It was three days due north of here!

Stepping into the inn, he was surprised to find a light on inside as well. That waitress, what was her name… Ayame! She was up and about, brushing off tables and gathering loose dishes from them. She paused her work to give him a warm smile. Without thinking he reached to grab the mugs off a table beside him, holding them as if to hand them to her, while she herself clearly had her hands completely full.

She let out a soft laugh as his brain lagged.

"You could carry them back to the kitchen for me, if you'd like?"

Rather than try to think of a response, he eagerly followed that suggestion. Being alone with her was overbearing; suddenly that sweet, calming aura of hers was making his heart race like a fucking jackrabbit. He had a feeling she knew it too. Almost certainly, a pretty girl like her probably had all sorts of idiots bumbling around her.

The thought made him chuckle as he found a trough of water to drop his mugs in. That sweet, warm smile was right there when he turned around, in fact she turned to face him after dropping her own dishes. Not sure what to say, he said nothing. Another laugh.

"You're a sweet boy," she complimented, even placing a hand on his cheek.

"I'm only like, 5 years younger than you!" he shot back, not that he knew her exact age, or hell even his really. REASONABLE estimate put him at 20.

"Do you know that woman you're with wants to have sex with you?" she asked, casually locking his brain up once again. When all he offered was a dazed stare and a bewildered look in response her laugh got a bit louder. "I'm pretty good at reading people. Have you ever been with a woman?" she asked, her tone caring, almost nurturing.

"Uh… no," he mumbled.

Her thumb began caressing his cheek.

"Your handsome," she offered.

"F-thanks! You know, your really pretty too of course you already know that though,"

That fucking laugh. Her hand slipped down his neck, traced his collarbone, then her fingers tugged gently on the collar of his cloak. The pause in motion brought his eyes back to hers.

"Could you take this off?"

He did so immediately, glad for an excuse to shut up. Even as obeying left him in only a loose pair of shorts and a sleeveless top. Her hand immediately began tracing down his chest, occasionally pausing to caress a muscle, it didn't stop until it went all the way down his arm, and gently took his hand with hers.

"Would you like me to take this off?" she offered, pinching the simple olive day dress she was still wearing. All he managed was a nod, and an awestruck look when she pulled it overhead, revealing her bare breasts, and about 90% of the rest of her body. Only a thin pair of shorts covered anything else.

For such a wonderfully thin woman her breasts were meaty, the size of an orange at least, she immediately pulled the hand she'd been holding to one. It was quite likely the softest thing he'd ever touched in his life. Well, with his hands anyway. When her hand returned to combing over his torso he dared take a light squeeze.

"Do you like them?" she asked coyly.

"Your amazing… they're amazing! No- uh, first thing,"

God that laugh really was about the cutest thing he ever fucking heard. It almost made all this mortification worth it, the way it pulled her smile up certainly did. There was even a dusting of pink growing on her cheeks afterward, just the faintest evidence that she was feeling something from all this too.

She placed her second hand on his torso, rubbing the skin with both of her palms as she asked her next question.

"Can I touch that?"

The words brought his eyes back to hers, to those big black orbs which were pointed squarely at the stick jutting out from his underwear. There was still that sweet, innocent smile hanging on her chin. Despite the blush on her cheeks and the quickening of her breathing. Despite how quickly this seemed to be escalating.

Her eyes came back up to his.

Oh fuck he'd waited too long to answer!

"Yes! I mean, yeah, of course if you want to…" he trailed off as her hand slipped into his shorts, wrapping around him. Gods above and below the way that velvety hand glided up and down over him! He sucked in a deep breath to keep from letting out an embarrassing squeal. It was more pleasure than he'd ever felt in his life, it might have been the most intense sensation he'd ever had in his life!

She kept her pace slow, deliciously slow. It seemed best to be quiet now, let him breathe, focus, enjoy. The young man looked like he'd had a rough few days, and he'd still gone out of his way to do a chore for that cute black-haired girl. What was their relation? Childhood friends? Stepsiblings? Clearly well acquainted, which made the nervous air hanging about them all the more telling.

The way she stared at his adams apple as he downed his water was just obvious.

He wheezed as his cock sputtered out over her hand.

"Oh fuck, ohhhh holy fuck Ayame that felt…"

This time he trailed off as her face came closer, not six inches from his. Her blush had darkened a little. With the eyelids half closed she looked almost tired, hypnotized as she spoke back.

"You can touch me too, down there,"

The offer brought his mind to the fact that he'd not moved hardly an inch since she started. Fuck, was he squeezing her breast too hard during that clench? It was that thought that made his hand pop off of the meaty mammary, and after a seconds hesitation, reach out for her stomach. Afraid of doing something wrong, he maintained eye contact as he slowly dipped the hand into her own shorts, almost yanking it back when he felt the wetness there.

As he sunk lower he felt the warmth.

She was purring like a happy kitten as he began to rub up and down. Then she let out a soft little chuckle and came closer. No doubt his face was embarrassingly red as she rested her bare body against his torso, looking up at him with that pleased little grin. He began rubbing faster. Just a little faster.

Soon her moans were rising in pitch and his heart was racing again.

This was exhilarating in its own sense. Making someone spazz out, shake in place like they urgently needed to piss and some asshole was hogging the outhouse. Watching her quiver like that, right at the end? That was just delicious.

He was leaning in before he was thinking about it. Embarrassed once again when she pulled back, even placing one shaky hand on his chest to stop him. The smile she flashed assured that nothing was wrong as she spoke.

"Let's save that for her. She's special to you, isn't she?"

"I've… known her a long time,"

"You care about her?"

"Well it's just, she doesn't have anyone else. Nobody else is going to look after her, care what happens to her," he chuckled. "Plus she's always so stark and serious, it's fun getting her to smile, feels like an accomplishment," he left out her astonishingly impressive feat of still being determined after twelve years, to the point of dedicating her life, to getting justice. Or at least to punishing a great evil, despite the significant danger to herself. "and you know, it helps that she's beautiful,"

"She is," Ayame snickered out. "This was good yeah? You liked this?"

"Yes, absolutely your amazing Ayame I still can't believe you would-"

"-So, so, think about how we did this, how I did this," she gently suggested. "Go slow, be comforting, ask before you do or touch anyplace new…" she trailed off as he nodded.

"Thank you, that's… that's good advice. You're a wonderful hostess," he half-joked, earning another full, beautiful laugh. "Really though, thank you so much," he finished genuinely, looking into her eyes one more time.

Fuck that smile.

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