A Romp Across Iðna - Episode 2: A Wet Night in Stoneridge Meadows - Prompt (Patreon)

*Opening Credits* A Romp Across Iðna: Episode 2: A Wet Night in Stoneridge Meadows

Frantic shouts from Freyna interrupt your peaceful dreams. The screams and shoves are enough to spike your adrenaline causing you to jerk your body upward. As you shield your eyes, a growing feeling of despair washes over you as you feel the sun's radiant heat from above.

“Get up! We’ve overslept!” Freyna shouts. “Oh no, this is bad. Mother is going to kill me!”

You scramble to your feet, shouldering your longsword and backpack in a hurry. Freyna does her best to assist you, handing you the food she made for your trip. After you madly throw them in your pack, you pull each other into a final embrace. You squeeze every part of her as a last reminder of what you’re leaving behind. When you pull away, you can see tears forming in her eyes. She tries to mask them with a smile.

“Thank you for a wonderful night last night. I won’t forget it.”

You promise to write to her and hold the night you both shared in your heart forever. The words only seem to upset her further.

“Go,” she says sniffling. “You don’t want to be late on your first day of the job.”

You reach out your hand toward her shoulder, only to pull it back at the last second. After tightening your shoulder strap, you turn and jump off the nearby hill ledge.

Your boots skirt along the dirt, allowing you to slide into a full on sprint. You race through the town once more, waving your last goodbyes to all those you see. The sudden realization that it could be months or even years before you return, leaves you with a feeling of homesickness. However, as quickly as the feeling comes, you push it outside of your mind and concentrate on your breathing.

The crossroads is nearly a mile from the center of town, and where you agreed to meet Lady Raxa. As you continue to run, you reminisce on the last encounter you had with the white furred woman. When you last met, her predatory eyes never once looked at you as you spoke with her about taking you along her route. Not because she was scared or nervous, but she spoke to you as if you were beneath her. A feeling that begins to make your blood boil. You are confident she isn’t even a noble, and does not deserve the title of Lady. However, you dared not question her, for she was the only caravan owner who agreed to allow you to work for the trip instead of pay. You are to be a part of the guard detail, protecting the caravan from any threats along the journey.

Your heart sinks as you approach the crossroads, gasping for air. You place your hands on top of your head as you attempt to get your breathing under control. You wipe your sweaty forehead on your shoulder as you look down the perpendicular road. The way she should have traveled was barren, only a cleared dirt road and sounds of nearby birds lingered. You turn the other direction and cup your hand above your brow. As you squint, you’re confident you see the top edge of a wagon descend below the curvature of the nearby hill.

A curse is all that you can muster as you drift back into your stride. A taste of iron fills your mouth as you swallow in between pants, making a false promise to yourself never to allow this to happen again. You ask yourself why you packed ‘so much shit’ once the incline begins. Your entire body feels like it's being dipped in acid as your stride slows down. Once you reach the top of the hill, you’re thankful that the four wagon caravan was full of supplies, trinkets, and gear, keeping the marehund’s pace to a brisk walk.

You cup your hands over your mouth and give a shout to wait, only to have it ignored as the caravan continues on its journey. You see two heads pop out from the closest wagon’s flaps. The men holler snide cheers at you as you make your final sprint down the hill. When you reach the wagon, you throw your bag at one of the men as another reaches out his clawed hand toward you. You grasp it, and the black furred bearin pulls you in with little ease. You fall into the floor of the cramped wagon gasping for air. You smile as they raze you for being late, christening you with the nickname “Dilly”.

As you sit up and lean against a nearby chest, the two men introduce themselves. The large black furred bearin’s name is Koris, and the long-eared rabbitfolk man with the scar over his left eye greets you as Finuck. A gray-furred mousefolk man, wearing spectacles and a thistle hat, peaks his head through the front of the wagon to introduce himself as Urijah.

When asked about where each of them is from, you realize that they’re all strangers with stories much like your own. Every one of them took this job as a guard and teamster in an effort to get to their eventual destination. You learn that Koris hailed from Kerrbatuul, however; he joined the caravan to migrate south, hoping to escape the harsh northern cold. He’s also looking forward to the fish in the southern rivers which he heard were described as ‘thick and succulent.’ Finuck joined the caravan to stop at Twin’s Crossing and hopes to jump onto another caravan heading east. His ultimate destination is Verve, the eastern oasis where if you have enough coin, anything is possible.

The next few days are a matter of routine. In the early mornings, you spend time hunting with Finuck, using the spare bow he brought with him. During the first morning you spend with the crew, you quickly learn of Finuck’s excellent marksmanship skills. While your skills with a bow are good enough to hunt, Finuck’s ability to hit a sprinting rodent from fifty yards away is something that impresses you. Thanks to his skills, you feel better about not having to worry about eating through all the provisions you brought with you.

During the remainder of the day, you rotate through various obligations required of you. While you are on shift, you patrol alongside the caravan or sit in the front of the wagon with Urijah, ensuring the area is clear of dangers. The flat hills of the midlands make it easy to see for miles in nearly every direction. Even so, you take your work seriously given the number of threats that could approach without warning.

You know that the Flathorns are the largest threat in the area. From childhood, your father taught you to look out for the minotaur men with the cut, shaved horns. They are minotaur who did something to deserve banishment from their tribe. As punishment, the tribe’s shaman saw down their horns and magically curse them to never grow back. Given a minotaur’s horns are sacred in their culture, for many of them this is a punishment worse than death.

The days go by without incident until you’re about to reach Stoneridge Meadows, a small settlement in a secluded part of the nearby forest between your home of Bloomfield and your first destination, Twin’s Crossing. After a long day of guard duty, you climb into the back of the wagon to try to catch some sleep. The sporadic drips of rainfall pattering on top of the covered caravan make it easy for you to relax and get some rest.

You hear and feel two booming thuds on the wooden caravan, causing you to jump from your slumber. You rub your heavy eyes to see Koris’s head peeking through the back of the wagon’s flaps. He wipes his paw across his face, wiping the rain from his fur. He tells you to get up and help them with the wagon. When you ask him what’s wrong, he informs you it’s stuck in the mud. Out of habit you grab your sword, tighten the scabbard's belt across your chest, and pull the hood of your cloak over your head. With a small jump, you land into the thick mud of the dirt road below.

Koris shouts through the deafening roar of the thunder and the heavy thud of the rain. He instructs that he, you, and Finuck are going to push from the back while Urijah and the marehunds are going to pull. After a quick shout to Urijah, you dig your shoulder in the back of the wagon and push with all your might. The effort does little more than rock the wagon back and forth.  The thickness of the mud makes it difficult for you to get any traction. After several more attempts, Koris tells you all to stop.

You follow him up to Urijah, where Koris notes that the rest of the caravan is pulling too far away, not realizing you all are stuck. He suggests to Urijah that he sprints up to the next caravan while you three guard it. The two men argue before they both raise a single fist. They lower their fists forward and lift them back up, counting down toward three. It's evident that Urijah lost by his excessive profanity. The whiskered man grabs and lights a torch before making his way down the road. As you look out that way, you see the back of the caravan less than a hundred yards farther out, thanks to the glowing covered lanterns that hang from metal rods along each wagons’ corners.

Finuck joins you and Koris at the front of the wagon, complaining that you all don’t get paid enough to be out in a storm like this. You all agree before Koris lights up his pipe. He offers it to you, but you politely decline, recognizing the smell of funkweed.

The hair on the back of your neck stands up when you hear a loud shout from down the road. You jerk your head to the right to see nothing but darkness. When asked if they heard the shout, your two companions slowly nod their heads. Koris asks you to check it out after handing you a lit torch. Unsure of whether he’s doing so out of his own fear or confidence in your abilities, you grab the torch and turn to the dark road.

You hear shouts from your coworkers to be careful, which you wave off. After taking a few steps forward, a sinking feeling in your gut compels you to draw your sword. The heavy rain makes it difficult to see or hear anything around you, keeping you on edge as you make your way to your destination. You make brief glances behind you, ensuring nothing approaches your flank.

Your movements freeze when your torch illuminates a trail of blood. You quickly look around for a sign of a foe, only to notice large paw prints separate from Urijah’s. Recalling your training, you bend down and recognize them as wolf tracks. You question whether you should move forward to try to find Urijah or quickly return to Koris and Finuck to tell them what you found. After a moment of hesitation, you decide on the former and follow the trail.

The rain has nearly washed out the drops of blood. The blood trail curves to your left near the treeline. As you reach the edge of the road, you hear Urijah call to you. You raise your torch above your head to see the shivering mousefolk high above you in a nearby tree. You notice him clutching a bloodied arm. The wound is severe enough to paint the length of the tree red. Before you can say anything, he points and shouts, warning you of an incoming danger from behind.

The weight and size of the beast overwhelms you, knocking you back onto the ground. Thankfully, luck is on your side. Instead of its maw clasping around your throat, it got your sword. Your body slides in the mud while the wolf pushes forward. You bring up your other hand for support when your back reaches the nearby embankment, nearly pressing the blade into your neck. You wince as the edge of your father’s sword cuts through your glove and into your hand. The pain acts as a catalyst for your mind to think quickly.

You kick the wolf in the ribs repeatedly as hard as you can. Eventually the third is enough for the wolf to whimper and pull off, just in time for you to grab your dagger and plunge it into the beast’s throat. Unfortunately, you have no time for respite.

Pain radiates through your left foot as you feel something clamp onto your boot. You scream as you’re dragged back into the road by another wolf. You crunch your body forward, bringing your longsword across the wolf’s snout. It slumps dead with its muzzle still latched to your boot.

You glance around you to ensure there are no more nearby threats before noticing your amulet glowing red. It doesn’t distract you long as the pain in your foot pulls your attention. When you examine your boot, you notice that there are no puncture wounds that you can see. You decide to stand.

Pain shoots through your leg as you put pressure on it, causing you to lean on your sword like a crutch. You shift more and more weight on it until, to your surprise, the pain soon fades. Next, you examine the cut on your hand. Your glove is stained with your blood, however, the cut along your hand has completely healed. Looking down at your amulet, you watch as the red light fades from it.

Left with more questions than answers, you grab your fallen torch, thankful it’s still lit, and call to Urijah. The man’s words stumble with fear, refusing to come down from the tree until you make certain all the wolves are dead. At the sounds of barking and roars coming from your wagon, you shout to Urijah that you’ll be right back. With two wolves slain, you sprint back to your comrades.

You slide to a halt when you reach the wagon, the battle's carnage sprawled before you. Four wolves lie motionless in the surrounding forest, each looking like a pincushion thanks to Finuck’s arrows. Three other wolf bodies surround Koris, their bodies hewn in pieces thanks to his two-handed axe.

A lone wolf twice as large as the others, slowly steps toward the men bearing its teeth. You catch it off guard, sprinting full speed at the beast. The tip of your longsword pierces its side. With a guttural roar you lift your blade with all your might, severing the creature's spine in half. Its lifeless body falls to the ground. You wipe the blade with your sleeve and return it to your scabbard.

Rushing back to your companions, you find both men leaning against a wagon’s wheel, bleeding. While passing Koris’s pipe between them, they give you their thanks between coughing fits. You jump into the wagon, grab some cloth for bandages before returning to tie up both of their wounds. Fairly certain they aren’t going to bleed out, you let them know you’re going to run ahead and get help.

Before you make it more than five paces, you stop at the sound of approaching marehund hooves. Lady Raxa, along with several guards, stops in front of you.

“You there!” she shouts at you. “Tell me what happened, and make it quick.”

Her irate tone is almost too much for you to handle. You stare at the ground and take a deep breath before looking back up and explaining what happened during the attack. Koris and Finuck are quick to add how you saved their lives. After the other teamsters finish ensuring the cargo is safe, Lady Raxa’s attitude shifts.

“It looks like you did your job and managed to keep my cargo secure, commendable,” she says before turning and shouting orders. “Verrik, get off your hund and help Koris and Finuck. Master Wells, please see to Urijah and get him out of that damned tree. And you…” she says looking down at you. “Go grab the rest of your gear, mount Verrik’s marehund, and follow me.”

You do as you are told, wary of Lady Raxa’s shift in personality. After jumping into the saddle of the marehund, you follow Lady Raxa toward the town. The ride is short thanks to your marehund’s speed. You pass over a small river, opening up the surroundings from the nearby forest. As if the clouds ran out of water, the rain immediately stops. The town sits inside a meadow, giving you an unrestricted view of the buildings and surrounding farmland. There are a few dozen houses, shops, and warehouses congregated around the central road that continues south. In the hills that surround the town, you can see cleared farmland, mills, and other homes.

“It’s small but quaint,” Lady Raxa says, her eyes scanning across the horizon. “Come on, we're just a bit further.”

You two slowly trot down the road and into the town. You notice the crew parked the caravan near a large warehouse where the remaining teamsters are already unloading the cargo. Your employer leads you to a two-story building with a sign that reads ‘Marybeth’s’. From the kitchen ambience, sounds of conversation, and number of people going in and out, you assume this is some sort of tavern. Lady Raxa jumps off of her marehund and ties it to a hitching post.

“Wait here for me, I’ll be back in a moment.”

After a few minutes pass, you see her exit from the front of the inn and she makes her way over to you.

“Go on in, and speak with the hostess Erami. I’ve already informed her to expect you. As a thank you for tonight I’ll be covering your room and board.”

After you demount the marehund, Lady Raxa jumps on hers and grabs the other’s reins from you. Before you leave, she motions for you to come closer to her.

“Oh and before you go, take this,” she says, reaching into her pouch and handing you a few gold coins. “Consider it a bonus for saving Koris and Finuck.”

Your jaw drops. You never expected this from Lady Raxa. She’s always seemed too full of herself and uncaring. You half expected her to bring you into town to fire you. The quick change in her attitude reminds you not to judge anyone before you get to know them. You express your thanks, only for her to pull the marehunds away.

Yeah…that’s more like what I expected, you think to yourself. With a sore body, empty stomach, and very in need of a bath, you head into Marybeth’s looking forward to spending some hard earned coin.

*Start of the NSFW VA Script*

Created by u/AjaxLygan

[F4M] A Wet Night in Stoneridge Meadows [Minotauress] [Bathing] [Massage] [Titjob] [Blowjob] [Kissing] [Wallsex] [Working Professional] [Sharing a bed]

Races:

Minotaur

Centaur

Avians

Human

Legend:

<Tone of Voice>

*Emphasis*

[SFX]

(Notes and Advice)

... Very short pause.

START

[Door opens to sounds of a busy inn]

[Footsteps are lightly heard before stopping]

[Sounds of gear hitting the ground give presence to the MC unshouldering their backpack]

<Seductive and welcoming> Well hello, sugar. Welcome to Marybeth’s. My name is Erami. How can I help you?

Ah, you must be the man that Lady Raxa just spoke to me about, aren’t you?

I figured as much.

Now if you don’t mind me saying…you look like you could use some rest and relaxation. You’re covered head to toe in mud. Your shirt looks like it’s got a few claw marks on it, and...is that your blood?

Wolves? Not of the were kind I’m hoping?

Wow, and you managed to take care of all of them?

Well, I hope your employer is paying you a little something extra for all the trouble.

That’s good. I’m sorry you had such a rough time getting into town. I don’t know what’s been going on lately, it seems like someone kicked a bee’s nest and pissed all the local wildlife off. We’ve been complaining to the sheriff and mayor but those good for nothing dolts, won’t get off their asses if someone were to set them on fire. And that’s not even all of it. There is all this odd stuff happening around town. Clothes go missing off the clothing line, fresh batches of stew go bad while it’s cooking, and farm animals get loose from their pens…<sigh> it’s been a hectic few months.

<leaning in to whisper> Many of the townsfolk are scared, thinking we have upset Feura with our recent farm expansions. The town has doubled in size in recent weeks since we’re on the main road headed from Sanguin to Twin’s Crossing. We even erected a shrine to the goddess that cost a fortune. What’s even weirder is that while the offerings are accepted, things don’t seem to get any better. There’s also been these cryptic notes being left behind but it’s probably just some of the kids playing a prank, I take those down every morning I see them.

<leaning back up normal volume> Yeah, it is odd, and no one knows what to do. But I don’t mean to bother you with all that nonsense. It sounds like you’ve had enough on your plate coming in as is.

So, tell me, how long do you plan on staying?

Oh, just the night, and then you’re continuing on in the morning?

Very well, I can certainly help with that. Now we offer two types of rooms, private and shared. Private is exactly how it sounds. You get your own bed, trunk, waste bucket, and wash basin. The shared rooms have everything the private rooms have, but you’re sharing it with three other people. It’s cheaper if you want to save a little coin. So, which would you prefer?

Good, I think you’ll be much happier with your own room. We’re also offering a special for an additional two silver that includes breakfast and dinner.

Yeah, that delicious smell is the dinner. Boris, our cook, is preparing a local game covered in a house marinade, rubbed with salt and ground pepper, and comes with a side of fresh vegetables. It’s very hearty and filling on a cool night like tonight.

Good choice. Do you want to eat down in the common area or have it delivered to your room?

Can do, and you said you wanted a cup of cold ale with that? Let me just write this down and we’ll get you sorted.

[add scribbling sounds]

Now about those muddied clothes... You may not know this since you’re just passing through, but Marybeth’s is known for our baths. We’re one of the few inns within hundreds of miles to have our own heated bathing rooms. We’ve got private tubs we fill with warm water allowing you to soak and relax for as long as your heart desires. But that’s not all…

<Leaning in whispering> If you’re looking to de-stress after a long journey, we also have a deluxe package. As part of that service, one of our beautiful staff will join you during your bath. They are provided with soap and shampoo, and will scrub you down until you shine like a piece of platinum. Once they are finished with the bath, they will rub you down in perfumed oils making sure the only thing you smell of is lavender and honey, which I can attest to, will make any woman weak in the knees.

<Normal volume> Oh what’s that? Extra services beyond that? <fake offense> Oh sir, I am appalled that you would ask such a thing…<giggle> We’re a *highly* respected business, not some run of the mill brothel.

<Leaning in to whisper> It depends on how well you behave and if the lady is interested. But it never hurts to ask if you’ve got the coin.

<Normal volume> Great, I’ll put you down for our deluxe package then.

Now, shall I take you to the room where you can set your things?

All right, after you set your gear there, I’ll take you to the bathrooms. I will help prepare the bath, and one of our staff will join you shortly thereafter. <Sound like you’re leaning/straining> Let me just grab the keys.

[Sounds of keys jingling]

<Cheery> Okay, follow me right this way

[Footsteps fade into the hallway]

[Footsteps return]

[Sounds of a door opening]

[A light fire is going in the background to keep the water hot]

Oh wonderful, the fire is still going and the tub is ready for you. That sure helps me a ton, I’ll have to thank one of the girls. Feel free to get undressed while I pour the water in. Just put your clothes off to the side, and I’ll grab them to have one of the girls clean and dry them for you. Nothing’s worse than taking a hot bath and having to put on dirty clothes, right after.

Oh, you’ve got some spare clothes in your pack? That’s smart of you.

[ambience, while undressing]

Oh, oh wow… <reassurance> No, no, no nothing’s wrong. I just…

[Clears throat]

I’ll just need to make a quick change to the staff who will be attending you. You just lay in the water, let the warmth wrap around you, and relax. Someone will be right with you, okay?

[sound of him entering the bath]

<Ready to gobble him up> MmmMmm, gods have mercy.

[Door shuts]

[Increase ambience of fire]

[Play sounds of wadding water as if the MC is taking a bath]

[Light knock on the door, the door opening, closing, and a few steps]

<Soft and seductive> Good evening sir, my name is Talia. I’ll be *assisting* you this evening.

[sounds of setting things down as she speaks] I’ve brought two towels for the both of us, the shampoo, soap, and oils.

Yes, for the both of us.

[sounds of clothing shuffling]

<smirk> Well of course, I’m getting undressed. You do realize what you’ve purchased, right?

Exactly, and I am not about to walk around in wet clothes.

So, tell me, do you like what you see?

<Smiling> Should I strip as well?

Very well, let me get out of this corset. It can always be a pain to get off.

I appreciate the offer, but you stay right there and enjoy the show. I want you to be comfortable.

[Sounds of clothes ruffling and hitting the floor]

<Seductive> So what do you think?

<laughing> That look on your face tells me everything I need to know. <confidently> I get comments all the time from our patrons. These bad boys are more than a handful for any man. Minotauresses are known for our voluptuous breasts and hourglass figures.

You like a good ass too? <giggle> Who doesn’t?

<seductive> Well, let me slide this dress off these wide hips.

[clothes falling]

Does this view please you?

I can see by your jaw nearly hitting the water you must be pleased. I bet you didn’t think a girl with these curves could bend that far did you.

<laughing> If I’m to your satisfaction, shall I begin?

[Sounds of splashing water as Talia enters the tub]

<Soft but direct> I am going to begin lathering this cloth and cleaning every inch of your body. I will make every effort for it to be as relaxing as possible, however, my goal at this point is make sure you’re clean.

[Water dripping followed by cleaning scrubbing sounds]

<Seductive> Forgive me if this is too forward, but I can’t help but want to take my time. It’s like cleaning hard marble. I can appreciate all the hard work you put into your body. I’m guessing it’s a vocational requirement for someone like yourself, judging by that sword in the corner?

Do you train separately or does it just come naturally through the job?

Oh, I’m sure, perfection doesn’t come without hard work.

<giggle>Well, I’m a little jealous then. I eat one piece of Boris’ honey brittle and it goes straight to my ass.

Thank you for the compliment, I do try to work hard for this figure. Nothing quite as vigorous as yourself, but I do eat healthy when I can and help out with the more physical tasks the job requires.

Oh, you know… chopping wood, carrying logs in for the fires, loading and unloading supplies. Things like that.

I’m done with the top half so…I’m going to work on the bottom.

[Water dripping followed by cleaning scrubbing sounds]

<Seductive> Mmm…these thick thighs and calves. They are a weak spot for me. I just love a man with thick legs.

<light hearted> You always see the ones that focus on their upper body then walk around like some avians with their thin bird legs. Ugh, no thank you. You never see someone who focuses on their lower half with a thin upper half, you know?

This leg is done just let me grab your other one…oh…that’s not your leg. <laughter>

<seductive whisper> I can see why Erami asked for me.

[Water dripping followed by cleaning scrubbing sounds]

With something like that, you would have split several of the girls in two. Some of the smaller girls like the mousefolk or katzen, well they would probably have had a hard time. That’s why we always have to keep a wide variety of girls on staff for all the different species. For the bigger species like the minotaur, dwarves, or <smiling> someone such as yourself, we have girls like me who can handle… a bit more.

All right, I'm done with the front. Let’s get that back of yours.

[sounds of water moving/splashing]

[Sounds of more scrubbing]

You got any stories about these scars?

A scuff with a wulven? What were you doing with one of them?

[decent pause, telling a quick version of the story, with plenty of scrubbing]

Well look at you, a man with a great body and a good heart. You’re just the full package in more ways than one, aren’t you?

<Softly> Alright, that should be good. Let’s get you out of here, dried off, and oiled up.

[Sound of water rustling as the pair leaves the tub]

[Sound of a towel flapping and then rubbing]

<Seductively whispering> Erami said you asked about extra services, hmm?

I’m glad you did. We just need to get you dry first.

[Sounds of drying with towel, finishing with kissing of each body part]

(each body part should take a few seconds before the next to give the illusion you’re working your way down)

I’ll start with your head…  your neck…  your arms…  your chest…  your back…  your legs… your feet… and then…

<giggle> Looks like you’re just as ready as I am.

[Moving chair along the ground]

<Playfully direct> Sit down on this stool.

[Thud of sitting on chair]

[Sound of cork pop]

Oh gods I love the smell of this oil. It reminds me of a fresh meadow. Here smell it.

Doesn’t it smell good? Just imagine how good you’re going to smell when I’m done with you.

[Sounds of oiled hands rubbing for the massage]

Now, I am going to work this into your body.

[Sounds of oiled hands rubbing for the massage]

That moan is what I expected. These firm hands will get all that soreness out of you.

[draw out the audio for the massage just like before to give the illusion she’s working her way down.]

(each body part should take a few seconds before the next to give the illusion you’re working your way down)

And just like last time, I’ll start with your head…  your neck…  your arms…  your chest…  your back…  your legs… your feet…

[pour more oil and rubbing again]

And for that thick member of yours, I’m going to rub this oil all over my beautiful brown tits for you.

[slow thrusting wet sounds]

<laughing> I can see that look in your eyes you weren’t ready, were you?

[slow thrusting wet sounds continued]

You didn’t think my breasts could cover your massive cock, did you?

You should have realized I am a professional who loves what she does.

[slow thrusting wet sounds continued]

Ooo… I can already feel you pulsing in between each thrust. It’s that good, isn't it?

<seductive> don’t be shy, you can tell me.

[slow thrusting wet sounds continued]

You’re leaking precum already. Maybe you were hornier than you let on? I wonder what would happen if I…

[Kiss and lick]

Mmm that tasted as good as it looked. You’re going to have to give me more.

[Kissing, licking, leading into full blow job]

<Leaning into her lust> (can break this up in between the blowjob) fuck you taste so good. Darling, I’m going to suck you dry. You’re going to give me every. single. drop.

[Extended audio for bj, lots of kissing & sucking, concluding with MC orgasm]

<Expressing satisfaction> Mmm… oh my that was a lot, you were really built up, weren’t you?

[licking fingers]

It’s so good too. I don’t want to miss any of this. I need to lick every last bit.

[Kissing and licking around the shaft, licking clean]

<Surprised> You’re still hard too.

You what? You want me to bend over?

Hmm...fine, but only because you’ve been such a good customer.

[sounds of shifting position]

(next scene - slowly inserting from MC into Talia)

<Gasping> Ohhhh fuuucck.

I knew it was big but...Celestra help me.

<gasp> You’re still going?

Oh, gods it’s all the way up in me.

[Penetration + lots of wet sounds]

I-I don’t think I can take this. I think I’m going to cum already.

[Moan + orgasm, spraying squirt]

<panting> Gods, what the fuck just happened. I knew I was horny but that’s never happened before.

Oh no, you’re not done. I want you to fuck me until I can’t stand.

[Faster Penetration]

Oh yes, just like that. fuck my thick pussy

Oh, my gods your cock is the best. It’s completely filling me.

If I could only have one cock for the rest of my life, this is the one I want.

[More penetration]

<gasp>Oh fuck I’m coming again. Ohhh yes….

[while still going/panting] don’t stop just keep going I can take it, just grab my leg, hold me up.

<laughing>Fuck I’m so fucking wet, it’s like a water fall down there.

[rapid increase moaning into bliss, whimper] Oh gods yes...yes.

<panting>You’re going to cum? Just fill me up. Give me your big sloppy load.

<frustrated> No, don’t worry about it, I’ll just drink a potion in the morning.

[rapid increase moaning into bliss, gasp + orgasm]

<panting> It’s so fucking warm. I can fill it sliding out of my pussy and down my legs.

[Slop of the pullout]

[sounds of shuffling]

Sit back down.

[Sounds of sucking and licking clean]

Mmm...I’m not letting any of this go to waste.

[Sounds of sucking and licking clean]

<laughing> You’re sensitive?! You made me cum harder and faster than anyone I’ve ever been with. I could barely stand there for half of it.

[Sounds of sucking and licking clean]

<laughing> Well you’re just going to have to deal with it.

[Sounds of sucking and licking clean]

Mmm… Now that was just what I needed at the end of my shift. I’ve never been fucked like that before. And for that I think you deserve a special reward.

[Kiss on the cheek]

Where am I going after this? <reserved> Why do you want to know?

Well, my shifts over and I am worn out so I was probably going to go relax in bed, maybe read or something.

No, it’s here in the basement. All the staff share a common room which is nice because it’s free, but Erami snores something awful.

<surprise> You want me to stay the night with you? In your room? <reserved> You’re not thinking you’re going to get something extra without paying, are you?

<surprise> Oh… well that does sound kind of nice. Uhm… are you sure? No one’s ever asked me that before.

<giggle> Well...if you insist.

All right, I’ll go grab my things and be by your room...say in ten minutes or so.

Okay then [kiss] I’ll see you soon.

Episode Summary:

Equipment Changed:

Clean pair of torn commoners clothes

-1 torch

The Mysterious Amulet: Unlocked hidden power: Quick Healing, Unidentified Potential

+3 gold

XP Gained:

Two wolves slain: 200 xp

One alpha wolf slain: 200 xp

Talia’s services and happiness: 200 xp

*Exiting Credits* This was A Romp Across Iðna: Episode 2: A Wet Night in Stoneridge Meadows

Narrated by: Rebecca Woods

Freyna performed by: LadyEliseVA

Lady Raxa performed by: EndymionVA

Erami performed by: CottontailVA

Talia performed by: JustTheQueenie

Audio production by: BoshidoBlasta

Written and produced by: Ajax Lygan

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