Eina hummed, her voice coming out of her nostrils in mirthful bursts between the loud slurping noises her mouth made as she sucked down his cock. The stranger had his hands entwined in her hair as her head bobbed up and down, up and down. He'd stretched her jaw out good earlier on, fucking her face and her throat as if it were her pussy. But Eina couldn't get enough of the overwhelming taste, the scent of his musk. She kept sucking him off without a word, and now she was on her knees with that fat cock stuffed between her tits, its head lodged between her cheeks.
Her hands squeezed her chest, keeping the soft skin pressed tight and flush against his slick cock. She kept looking up at him, her glasses fogged up but still clinging to the bridge of her nose, a streak of cum staining the left lens. He was close, she could feel it in the throbs, the groans that tumbled out of his throat.
She sucked him off harder, going faster, uncaring of the residue cum spilling all over her tits, staining her chin. The throbs grew more rapid, the fingers wrapped in her hair grew tighter into her scalp.
"Fuck, yes you're so perfect…oh, yes that's it just keep- oh gods…!"
The stranger came. Eina made sure the pulsing cockhead was lodged right into the entrance to her throat, its urethra kissing her uvula as he began to coat the inside of her neck in more splatters of cum.
She hummed, letting her voice make his sensitive tool only cum that much harder in the wet pocket of her throat. She couldn't get enough of this stranger, even when the cum overwhelmed her esophagus and she choked and sputtered spunk through her nose, globules of sticky white dribbling down from her nose.
When it was all said and done, Eina pulled her head back, hacking and gasping for air, cum spilling out of her lips and staining her face. She didn't bother wiping it away as the stranger's hands pulled up at her hair, forcing her up from her knees. Her eyes found his and in moments their tongues were coiled around each other, sharing in the taste of his seed.
Minutes later and Eina was being fucked against the wall.
"Yes! Harder, ohgodsfuck-" Eina managed, choking out curses and pleads between her moans. She was never one to speak in such a vulgar way, always trying to stay professional regardless of the circumstances, but as with everything else, any sense of decorum or shame or restraint was nonexistent in any such form with the stranger. "Fuck me harder you nngh- you scoundrel!"
The stranger obliged, throwing his entire weight behind every thrust as he bucked into her, pinning her harder and harder against the wall. He bit and sucked into her neck, marking her as his own, breathing in the scent of her sweat in greedy huffs. Eina drank it all in with the same vigor, she loved anything this stranger did to her, and she let him know by tightening her legs round his back, ankles locking. His bucks became rapid thrusts that ripped the breath out of her lungs, each rhythmic snap of his hips searing her vision with stars.
Eina would cum, squealing with pure abandon. The stranger's head whipped up and latched onto her mouth, gagging her with his tongue. They huffed through their noses, their hot and desperate breaths making Eina feel heady. The stranger kept pounding her, definitely bruising her back as it was slammed over and over and over into the wooden wall behind them. She came again before the stranger's hips gave one final throw, planting himself balls-deep as he followed suit.
They shared hot moans and hot spit as he packed another steaming load of hot nut deep into her womb. The churn of countless creampies spilled out of her in thick drizzles onto the floor, a puddle forming at the stranger's feet as he kept her pinned, emptying his balls into her while her she clung to him, her ankles still locked around his back. Buckshot after buckshot of cum splattered into her seed-soaked folds.
Eina would never tire of this. She had been filled and filled and filled again and here she was, still relishing every rope of baby batter he shot into her. It was intoxicating in a way that made her toes curl, that made her orgasm prolong and make her crave for another. Wordlessly, as spit spilled between their chins like the cum between their legs, Eina let him know the craving with her own hips, clenching her pussy around him, coaxing him to take more action as his climax tapered out. He was still hard after all.
In what felt like moments, the stranger was fucking her again, cycling into Eina as she gasped for more. This time she was sprawled on the nearby table, his hands pulling her into his thrusts by the wrists, her breasts caught between her thin arms as she was rutted like a bitch in heat.
"Augh, fuck yes just fuck me fuckmefuckme-...!"
He obeyed every word that came out of her mouth, fucking her through another orgasm, varying the speed of his thrusts to ensure each hard throw of his hips was felt in the deepest parts of her being. The table creaked and struggled beneath their relentless fucking, but there was no way either of them could hear its complaints over the moist claps of their skin and the collective groans that echoed around the entire room.
Cum drizzled like cream between their bodies, puddling and spilling over the edge of the table, splattering between Eina's thigh thick wads. The stranger's shaft scraped out dollops and dollops with each outwards pull, and Eina loved knowing that with every hollowing slide of his meat, she was promised a refill.
Eventually she would cum again, and eventually, that refill came in the form of the stranger's umpteenth load. Eina squealed, her back arching as her entire body shook and trembled in the onslaught of being filled with ropes of cum amidst an orgasm of her own. Her breasts, their pink nipples still pebbly and stiff with arousal, flopped around in the chain of climaxes, beads of sweat flicked from their peaks. The stranger's hands were still wrapped around her wrists as he threw his own head back. Eina could hear the shudder of his body, the intensity of his climax echoing in the string of his loud and unabashed groans.
In due time their collective climaxes tapered out into nothing but aftershocks of shivers. The stranger relinquished his hold Eina and let her recover her breath, her legs hanging off the edge of the table, arms limp at her sides as she caught her breath. She was a wet mess, her body covered and glistening with sweat, stinging pink from the stranger's hands marking pale skin, her cum staining the inside of her thighs and spurting out of her abused folds in a continuous torrent of white. It was a small miracle that Eina's glasses were still on her face. A weak grin spread on her lips at that thought. Her ears twitched.
Despite the heaving amounts of cum the stranger had filled her womb with, Eina felt lighter than air. Barely a single moment during the night did Eina think of the Guild, or of responsibilities, or worried for the well-being of anyone under her self-assigned care. She felt free, for the first time in what felt like ever. Of course, she cared about all those things, but it felt so incredible to just forget about all of it for a while, for as short a time as this might have been.
And of course, Eina wanted just a little more of it.
Within minutes and now she was the one on top, grinding her body atop the stranger's in sensuous circles with her hip, her breasts pillowed between them, collective sweat running down the kiss of their skin. They shared kisses that felt softer than any Eina had felt before, tongues sliding against each other in gentle punctuation to the intimate heat of their lips.
They would eventually begin to fuck in earnest again, scrambling Eina's mental state in hard pounds of desperate hips, but in this moment, Eina embraced her newfound escape with full relish. Whatever came from this night, Eina knew she'd love it.
Afternoon sun filled the inn room with its reaching hand of sunlight, its grasp reaching across Eina's naked form on the bed, brushing its fingers across her eyelashes.
Eina woke up. Her eyes opened a crack, their green peering through in a squint. She blinked a few times before she sucked in a breath and rolled over. She stretched, feeling all the soreness that flared through her worn muscles, the staining leftover crust of cum and sweat in various patches across her otherwise flawless skin.
It was no surprise that she was alone. The man had probably left hours ago.
She let out a long satisfied moan after another long breath through her nose. Eina's slender body sprawled out in a luxurious stretch as she rolled over onto her front and back again, a grin on her face as she felt the pops of joints and satisfying tension releasing from her muscles. She lay there for a while, fingers running through the clumped and frayed mess of her hair, a hand going between her legs to feel out the sticky mess as memories of the night (and morning) recalled into her mind's eye in bits and pieces.
Gods, it was late. She didn't remember the last time she let herself sleep in until well after the noon.
But fitting the way she felt in the hours spent in the stranger's arms, Eina couldn't find it in herself to care. She had nothing to do since it was the weekend, and the pleasure and liberation she'd felt was still brimming in her chest, giving a skip in her step when she finally swung her feet over the bed's edge to get up for the day.
To her surprise, Eina found the room in a much tidier state than she last remembered it. The table they'd knocked over was upright, its surface clean of the various fluids they'd splattered on its surface in little puddles. The accompanying chair was also completely clean and set in its right place beneath it. The other furniture and various little messes they'd made were nonexistent, and Eina shook her head.
For all his brute-like shamelessness and disregard for anything else other than fucking her brains out, it seemed the stranger held an equal level of decorum. Her first impression of him was right: much like his lack of a proper name, the stranger's paradoxical nature was an enigma in of itself.
A scrap of paper was neatly folded atop the windowsill, as if the stranger knew she'd walk up to it right after waking up for a breath of fresh air.
Eina unfolded it. A smile spread on her lips at what she read.
"Thanks for the warm welcome. Will be here for a few weeks. See you next weekend?"
"Hope he enjoys his stay." she said to herself, already knowing that she'd ensure he got a few more "warm welcomes" in the coming weeks.