Several drinks later, Sassa stumbled drunkenly to her room, alone. The inn was still full of people, and the music was loud, but she was sloshed already. She closed the door behind her, and turned around.
The scene that revealed itself in front of her froze her to the spot.
There was the pretty little wood elf, standing slightly bent with her hands propped on the desk, naked as the day she was born. And there was Bero against her back with his hands propped next to hers, his body in an equal state of undress.
"By all the gods." Sassa whispered, unable to tear her gaze away. He was pumping the woman from behind with deep, hard thrusts, causing the woman to whimper pathetically. Sassa couldn't help the way her eyes roamed over his naked form: she took in his broad, muscled shoulders, and her gaze then trailed down over his long, strong back. There were a few scars, but other than that, his skin was flawless. Then, then, her eyes locked onto his perfect, manly ass. Sweet Dibella, the way he moved! His cheeks clenched and unclenched with effort as he pounded the woman hard, each thrust causing fireworks of desire to spread and intensify in her own loins.
She was powerless to stop herself from watching – he was like Sex Incarnate, driving into the woman. And the sounds he was making – oh gods – husky little grunts. Each time it caused her heart to beat faster, until her breathing became ragged and her knees weak. "So fucking sexy." She whispered, as her nether lips throbbed with need. She felt her juices trickling out to pool in her groin, and she resisted the urge to shove her hand down her pants.
Suddenly he stepped back, pulling the woman's hips with him until she was bent over. She mewled, arching her back. Sassa watched as Bero pawed the woman's breasts with one hand, the other hand gripping her hip tightly.
"Please…" the wood elf whimpered.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Bero growled. Sassa hissed softly; she'd never heard Bero sound like that before. His voice was thick and low, full of lust.
"Yes…" the woman squeaked.
"Yes who?" Bero growled. Sassa was biting her nails frantically now, and crossing her legs in a futile attempt at soothing some of the pressure in her womanhood.
"Yes Berodyn."
"Say it louder!" Bero slapped the woman's ass, and the woman gasped in pain. But Sassa didn't gasp in pain, she moaned aloud. Bero's head whipped around at the sound, his eyes going wide at the sight of Sassa gaping at him with a wanton look on her face.
Sassa, deeply embarrassed, fled the room with her heart in her throat and her undies soaked through.
Sassa staggered into the correct room, and locked the door behind her. She didn't think Bero would come after her; not if he was balls-deep in pussy. No, he would finish his business and then deal with her, if at all.
Whether he came to her or not she couldn't be sure – she passed out as soon as her head hit the pillow, and didn't wake until mid-morning the next day. Her head was pounding and her mouth was dry, and her guts felt like it was crawling with worms. She kept her eyes closed, willing herself to fall back to sleep. But the previous night's events flashed into her mind, and her cheeks burned with shame and embarrassment. How could I let myself get turned on by watching them? It was like watching my big brother! She screamed inside her head. She clenched her teeth and balled her fists as the images kept coming. I am not turned on by him, I am not attracted to Bero. No, no no!
"Good to see you're finally awake, you drunken lout!" Bero chirped, bright as ever. He was perched on a stool next to her bed, apparently waiting for her to wake.
"Urghh…leave me be, Bero. I don't need to see your ugly face first thing in the morning and with a mighty hangover." Sassa croaked, avoiding looking at him.
"Aw, come now. I have brought you some food, and some potions."
Sassa raised her eyebrows, but didn't respond. She sat up with some help from Bero, and tried not to acknowledge the heat pooling in her lower abdomen at his touch. Bero scooped up some brown sloppy stuff from the bowl he'd brought in, and put the spoon to her mouth. "Eat." He commanded, and she obeyed. Please don't mention what happened last night, she willed silently.
"So. Did you enjoy the little show last night?" he said, looking like the cat that got the cream.
"Fuck you." She turned away, embarrassed.
"Oh? Why so defensive? Don't tell me you really did enjoy it?" he poked her ribs, causing her to flinch.
"I said, fuck off. No I did not enjoy the show, you prick. I fucking walked into the wrong room, alright?"
With a growl, Bero threw the bowl of slop against the far wall. Hangover temporarily forgotten, Sassa scrambled backwards against the wall, her mouth open in shock. He'd never thrown something in anger before, not like this. She'd never been the cause of his ire, not ever. He'd often called her his little 'teddy'. How could he be angry with her, his little teddy?
"Bero?" she cried.
"I'm going home. I'll come and get you when I want to go somewhere." he croaked, and then he was gone.