Kapitel 23: Marielle x Maven Black-Briar x Ingun Black-Briar x Haelga
"Well, I'll admit I didn't expect to see you again, lass," Brynjolf stated as she walked into The Ragged Flagon.
Offering her hand, Brynjolf shook it. "Good to see you again, Bryn. How are things around here?"
"Still not very good. But I thought you were busy with other business?"
"I was, but it's stalled at the moment, so I thought I'd see how things were here."
"Have you been to see Maven yet?" Marielle grinned but shook her head. "I ask because I'm obviously aware. Mercer, I'm not so sure, but Maven is convinced you are the future of this guild."
"It's kind of Maven to think so."
"Mercer isn't here at the moment, but if you're after some work, I have a feeling he'd want your talents at his disposal before any of us."
"No problem. I'll be staying at the Bee and Barb like usual. When he gets back, just send someone to grab me. Any news on what happened after I returned from the meadery?"
"Mercer has been a bad mood ever since. But he hasn't told any of us the problem. Think he's been waiting for you."
"Shit, what did I uncover?" Marielle murmured.
"Head up top, lass. No point hanging around here. Vex isn't around either." Marielle met his eyes, Brynjolf laughing to himself. "She likes you, lass. I'd go so far as to say she's missed you."
Marielle could only smile before bidding Brynjolf goodbye. She booked a room at the tavern as always. She recognised a few faces, no sign of Mjoll, while Haelga wouldn't arrive until later that evening. With time to kill, she headed outside and straight for one manor in particular. Knocking on the door, she had to wait a few seconds before the door was opened.
"Marielle," Maven said softly, immediately offering her hand to drag her inside. As soon as the door was close, the two embraced, mouths clamped together, Marielle finding herself firmly pressed against the door. She could feel Maven's thick cock pressing against her. Marielle couldn't stop the whimper, which only made Maven smile, pressing against her even harder.
"Though about this for a while," Marielle whispered as Maven's lips found her neck, "Would have loved you at the gangbang with everyone."
Maven leaned back and met her eyes. "I wanted to join but… I knew my presence…"
"You get me to yourself now. I've booked a room at the tavern but…"
"You're staying here with me as long as you're in Riften." Marielle couldn't help smile. "I know you have other lovers but…" Maven leaned forward and kissed her, Marielle jumping to wrap her legs around her hips, Maven carrying her through to her bedroom.
Clothing was practically ripped off in their urgency to be intimate, Marielle ending up on her back, Maven's fingers between her legs, simply to check how wet she was. Satisfied Marielle was turned on, Marielle felt a hand behind each knee, pushing them back as Maven lined up her cock, sliding it inside Marielle without delay. "Divines, I've missed that feeling," Marielle whimpered.
"I love the fact you love my fat cock so much."
"Helps the woman who wields it is fit as fuck too," Marielle retorted with humour.
Marielle relaxed back, resting her hands on Maven's shoulders, as she started to pound her rather quickly. Marielle loved it, Maven's face a picture of pleasure, murmuring how tight and wet she felt. Marielle could barely string three words together, spending most of her time moaning or grunting, Maven's cock spreading her pussy nice and wide, and it wasn't a surprise she felt the incoming orgasm rather quickly. That's how good it felt and how perfect it was for her.
When Marielle did orgasm, that just urged Maven on to fuck her even harder and faster, no doubt wanting to cum inside her too. Wrapping her arms around the back of her neck, Marielle leaned up and kissed her, urging her lover on to fuck her even harder, pleading for her to cum inside her. "My pussy is yours as long as I'm here," she said.
"Really?" Maven asked, a little surprised.
"Pussy and arse, Maven. You know how much I love your cock."
Maven seemed a little overwhelmed, kissing her, Marielle finding herself curled up slightly as Maven started to utterly pound her… then she erupted, a powerful orgasm that seemed to tire her out quickly, Marielle listening to her mature lover breathing deeply, releasing her legs so she could wrap her legs around her hips.
"First of many, I hope," Marielle whispered, Maven chuckling away at her tone.
Feeling her lips by her ear, Maven whispered back, "Your arse is next, Marielle."
"I've been thinking about that since the gangbang. I knew I'd have to get here so you could fuck my arse hard."
"Did you enjoy it?" Maven asked, pulling out and lying down next to her, Marielle turning to look at her.
"Best night of my life, in all honesty. I think my arse was fucked for close to ten to twelve hours. I was in agony the next day, I won't lie. But so many of my lovers arrived to join in."
"You'll do it again?"
"Absolutely. Another night of nothing but anal for sure, hopefully with even more lovers. And I wouldn't mind a night of every hole of mine being filled, definitely my pussy and arse at least."
"Divines, you are something else, Marielle. I love that about you." Marielle smiled as Maven caressed her cheek. "Never thought I'd find someone as adorable as yourself so appealing. But that night you walked into the embassy… I can't remember the last time I wanted someone so much."
"Trust me, if it wasn't for my contact, I would have been on my knees so fast once we had privacy…"
Reaching down to stroke her cock, it didn't take long for the making out to resume, Marielle ending up on her stomach as Maven left soft kisses down her spin, before lifting her arse up, Marielle moaning as Maven's tongue starting to eat her arse. It wasn't something that happened often, but when it did, the turn on was something else. As Maven ate her arse, her fingers fondled her pussy at the same time.
"Love my arse?" Marielle murmured.
"Love your arse. Definitely wanted to give it attention before I fucked it."
"Keep going. I'll probably cum just from what you're doing."
Maven definitely spent plenty of time with her tongue at her arsehole, though she eventually leaned across to grab the bottle of oil, her tongue replaced by fingers soon buried inside both her pussy and arse. Marielle enjoyed her first orgasm from that, glancing back, asking Maven to stick more fingers in her arse.
"Naughty," Maven whispered, holding up four fingers, Marielle nodding eagerly. She moaned loudly when Maven slid all four inside her, now ignoring her pussy as she started to really finger her hard.
"Divines, yes," Marielle whimpered.
Maven then withdrew her fingers but coated her entire hand in oil, showing Marielle, who met her eyes and nodded fervently. She moaned loudly when she felt Maven's hand slide inside her arse. She remembered discussing it with other lovers, but the idea Maven was the first to do it for her was a turn on. As her fist started to slowly slide in and out, Maven's other hand started to fondle her pussy again. Marielle had perhaps the most intense orgasm of her life up to that point, enough that Maven worried she was going to pass out.
"Cock. I need your cock," Marielle whimpered
Within seconds, Maven slid her fat cock inside her arse, and once comfortable, fucked Marielle as hard as she ever hard. Marielle was still euphoric, just loving every second Maven was pounding her. "Well, that was something else entirely," Maven murmured into her ear.
"I'd love you to do it again. Maybe fist both my holes?"
"Divines, you are a gift," Maven whispered, "I'll do it later, if you want."
"I just want you inside me all the time, Maven. Cock, fingers, even an entire hand, I don't care."
Marielle relaxed and simply let Maven use her arse for as long as she wanted. Her cock was so thick, it was almost a reminder of being fucked by her Redguard lovers at times. Maven seemed to enjoy every second at the same time, loving the fact Marielle knew what she wanted, but was so willing to submit so willingly to whatever Maven wanted to do to her. Maven must have left three loads inside her arse, and after each time she finished, Marielle turned around and sucked her cock clean, before she offered her arse again.
Maven eventually lay back, allowing Marielle to ride her, though she only rode her long enough to enjoy an orgasm of her own before she was back on her knees, arse raised up in the air, begging Maven to just destroy her arse. Even Maven voiced slight concern, not wanting to hurt her lover, Marielle turning around and kissing her hard. "My lovers worried at the gangbang. A little pain. The euphoria I felt as cock after cock slid inside me, Maven. The feeling of being so utterly pounded, at the complete mercy of all my lovers, submitting to them entirely. I don't want to be dominated as such, I just want to be fucked mercilessly by my lover right now. I need to feel your cock thrusting into me as hard and as fast as you can and want."
Maven stroked her cheek and gave her a soft kiss. "Whatever you want, sweetie."
"I want you, Maven."
By the time Maven was done, Marielle was so exhausted, she was fast asleep by the time Maven had helped clean her up, barely aware that Maven relaxed next to her, moulding their bodies together. Exhausted herself, Maven lay awake, stroking the body of her young lover, aware she would no doubt wake in the morning feeling a little tender, as Maven had fucked her as mercilessly as she had wanted, losing count of how many times she enjoyed an orgasm. Wonders of being a futanari was she could stay as hard as long as she wanted, and could cum over and over again. She must have fucked her arse for hours, and Marielle had enjoyed every second, barely moving from her position of arse in the arse, face resting on a pillow, glancing back occasionally to watch.
The next morning, Marielle was awake first, and as soon as Maven woke up, she suggested what she wanted. Maven chuckled before she disappeared, returning a few minutes later with what they needed. Within a few minutes, both her wrists were tied with rope, attached to the corner of the bed, with her ankles tied with rope the same way. Maven disappeared again, returning with Ingun.
"Oh my, Marielle. Is this an offer?"
"I want mother and daughter to fuck my arse whenever they want."
"Want me to grab anyone else?"
"Haelga. She might be surprised, but ask if she's interested."
She was, as ten minutes later, there were three futanari, stroking their cocks hard, ready to fuck the arse of Marielle the Dragonborn. Her body was used for their pleasure all day and night. Her arse was filled with what felt like endless cum. Her back was covered in plenty of cum. While her arse was fucked, she would also have her face fucked from time to time. There was next to no focus on her pussy whatsoever, and she didn't care one bit.
When Maven then gathered them around her arse, and poured more oil on her arse, but then on her head, she glanced back to see Haelga's eyes light up with joy. "You didn't?" she asked excitedly. Maven replied by sliding her fist inside her arse. "Marielle, I'm so proud!"
"You can all fist me, if you'd like."
Maven fisted her until she enjoyed an orgasm. Haelga upped it a notch, sliding one hand in her arse, then their eyes met as she held up her other hand, Marielle nodding eagerly, then she groaned a couple of minutes later as another fist entered her pussy.
"Divines, I can't believe it," Ingun murmured, stroking her cock, "I've never seen anything like it."
"You can do it too, Ingun," Maven stated.
"Oh, I will… But we've already spent hours fucking her arse, and now we're fisting her arse!"
"It's a special occasion," Maven said, "I'm not sure why, but I have a feeling this won't happen often."
"Wanted to do it for you," Marielle moaned, "And Haelga too. We take our Dibellan worship seriously."
"How hard are you going to cum?" Haelga wondered.
"I'm going to pass out. Don't worry about it. Happened during the gangbang, as you might remember."
She wasn't wrong, as Haelga really started to fist her hard, alternating how they moved inside her, and when Marielle cried out as she orgasmed, Haelga kept going until Marielle was almost like a rag doll. Removing her hands, she helped Marielle lie down flat on the bed as her three lovers gathered around her, not that she noticed for a while.
Maven did amuse herself by spreading her arse nice and wide, which did make Marielle smile. "Like a good gape, Maven?" she whispered.
"How are you not in complete agony? I mean, we've just spent hours with our cocks buried here, and now we've been fisting you…"
"I'll feel it later. Right now, nothing but tingles up and down my body." She managed to sit herself up, before gently pushing Maven onto her back, sliding her cock back inside her. Then she looked at Haelga. "Want to slide your cock inside my arse too?"
"Want to try again?"
"I'd love to feel both your cocks slamming my arse."
Haelga smiled as she knelt behind her, Marielle relaxing as she felt Haelga's thick cock join Maven's. It was far more comfortable this time around, the two futanari quickly building up a tempo as they fucked her. Ingun knelt in front of her, Marielle eagerly swallowing her cock, feeling Haelga's hands soon move to her shoulder as her Dibellan worshipping lover was soon fucking her nice and hard.
"This is wonderful," Ingun murmured, "So much fun."
"You can replace me when I cum," Haelga suggested.
Ingun soon had her cock inside her arse, Marielle grinning as she was being fucked once again by mother and daughter. Maven could read her face, though, and could see she was getting tired, but was also feeling the strain and pain of it all. She caressed her face. "You should stop, Marielle," Maven whispered.
"I'm loving it too much. I just want to feel your cock inside me all the time."
"I know, sweetie, but you need to stop. Ingun and I will cum, then no more for the moment. Until tomorrow…"
"Okay," she relented rather easily, the kiss shared with Maven full of intensity and passion, moving her head back as Maven caressed her cheek.
As soon as they both came inside her, Ingun pulled out and helped lift Marielle up off her. Helping her put on some clothes, Haelga suggested that a visit for a wash might be a good idea. The chances of Marielle being able to walk there was the issue and she suggested getting the help of someone. Marielle was going to shake her head, but she also hated keeping the secret. "Okay," she whispered.
Mjoll turned up a few minutes later, no doubt surprised to see her on the bed of Maven Black-Briar. What surprised her was the smile. "Like them dangerous, Marielle?"
"I…"
Mjoll walked over, putting a finger to her lips. "No, you don't need to explain yourself, Marielle. You are free to be with who you want." Then her eyes moved to Maven. "Besides, considering she's currently naked, I can understand why."
"I know you don't like me…" Maven stated.
"I don't, but if Marielle wants to be with you like this, then I guess while I don't like everything you do, there must be something good in you that she sees. Though it's probably just the obvious fat cock on display."
Covering her in a blanket, the others wrapping themselves in gown, Mjoll easily lifted her up and carried her outside towards the bathhouse. It was empty of anyone, even Mjoll stripping off, as they headed to the steam room to relax. Sitting down on Mjoll's lap, resting her head against her chest, feeling fingers up and down her spine, she eventually looked up and met her eyes.
"You are incorrigible, Marielle. No, you've had enough."
"You have," Maven stated in such a tone, even Mjoll looked at her, "I can't remember enjoying myself more, but the last thing any of us want is an injury. Just relax, Marielle. None of us are going anywhere."
Marielle didn't like it but she nodded. And she knew, at heart, her lovers were probably right. It had been a crazy day and a half, giving into any desire she had. The fact her lovers had actually fisted her arse had been such a turn on… but it was also something she knew she probably shouldn't get too addicted to.
Mjoll carried her to the pool, thankful it was warm water, and the small group washed each other down, though nothing other than that happened. Soon as everyone was happy, Marielle was lifted up by Mjoll and carried back to Maven's place. It was a little awkward after that, Marielle receiving a kiss on the forehead from her four lovers before she was left alone to sleep.
Maven returned to the bed sometime later, Marielle having crashed the entire time. Feeling her mature lover's body mould against hers, Marielle smiled as Maven nuzzled her neck. "I think we've come to an understanding," she murmured.
"Really?"
"She's a good woman. Little too idealistic for my tastes, but let's just say a common denominator helped us find some common ground."
"I love you, Maven."
Maven spun her around, immediately caressing her face. "Loved you since that first meeting, Marielle. Haven't felt that desire for anyone for a long time now."
Marielle ended up on her back rather quickly, Maven sliding her thick cock inside her pussy, the lovemaking far different to anything that had taken place before. Resting her fingers on her back, Marielle moaned softly with each slow thrust, their mouths barely apart as Maven slowly but surely picked up the tempo.
Maven fucked her until she came inside her, then rested as they continued to make out before she pulled out, Marielle spooning back against her again, Maven holding her tight back against her chest. "Would you like Mjoll and I to fuck you together?" she eventually asked.
"I'd love it."
"Something we talked about. We would definitely love it too. We were thinking you might like a Riften gangbang sometime in the future. I know all the futanari in town, and I'm sure they'd love to fuck the Dragonborn." Maven gave her a gentle squeeze. "But that's for later. You have work to do for the guild," she whispered.
"Instead of gold, pay me in your cock," Marielle joked.
"I'll pay you in both!" Another gentle squeeze before she added, "Mercer arrived back today. Brynjolf obviously told him you were back and he asked if you were with me."
"He knows?"
"I told him. It's none of his business, but it's a subtle hint that… you're under my protection." Marielle turned around again to meet her eyes, feeling Maven stroke her face again, as a crooked grin appeared. "I know the dangers you will face. And I don't want to lose you, Marielle."
Wrapping arms around her, resting her head against her chest, Marielle smiled. "Not going anywhere. Though all you've done is make me fall in love with you a little more."
"I've already lost one partner. I can't lose another one so quickly."
They made love again the next morning, Marielle straddling her lap before sliding down her cock, Maven's face a picture of wonder as she watched the Dragonborn orgasm twice while riding her. Maven eventually finished inside her, the pair walking into the dining room naked. Ingun looked on approvingly as always, Marielle enjoying a quick meal before sliding under the table and sucking her cock to completion, sitting back, having left a little cum on her chin. "Saving that for later, Ingun."
"Can we fuck while she's not here, mummy?" Ingun asked.
"Of course, sweetie. I know I've been…"
"Mummy, trust me, I understand. I've loved fucking her too. But I've missed the feeling of your cock inside me."
"Would you like a little anal too?"
Ingun's face lit up. "I'd love it. You know I love it when mummy fucks my arse too."
After breakfast, Marielle dressed, as did mother and daughter, escorting her to the door. She shared a rather chaste kiss with the pair, though Maven held her in her arms for at least a few minutes, before finally letting her go. Marielle didn't know what she would be doing, but had a feeling Maven was sad because she might be disappearing for a while again.
Her intuition was correct. Mercer wasn't pleased to see her. In fact, he seemed rather annoyed that she'd returned, but as next to no progress had been made into the situation she had stumbled into before leaving Riften, he had a job for her immediately.
"You been to Solitude before?"
"Not into the city itself but I know where it is."
"We have a contact there, or at least we did. I've sent others to locate this contact but there's no sign of him. Your task is to locate the argonian and pump him for information. He probably won't be particularly co-operative so you'll need to buy him off. But he will know who we're looking for. Don't return without the information we need."
"I'll leave at once."
Heading upstairs, she grabbed her few things from the room she had booked at the tavern that she had never used. Mounting up on her horse, she was looking at a two to three day journey, lucky that she at least had camping gear. That meant she could avoid any distractions by stopping at Whiterun. She even bypassed Morthal, sticking to the main road heading north. By the time the city walls came into view on the third day, she would admit to already feeling unbelievable horny, giggling to herself that perhaps she was becoming a little obsessed with being fucked.
Leaving her horse in the stables, she approached the gates and was surprised to see a lone head on the pike above it. The guard noticed her eyes looking up and stepped forward. "Ah, that'll be old Roggvir. Damned shame what he did. He'd been a loyal guard up until that moment."
"What did he do?"
"Helped Ulfric Stormcloak escape after he'd killed High King Torygg. He was executed rather quickly because of it."
That provoked numerous questions, such as how did Ulfric himself manage to get into Solitude to kill the high king, but she thanked the guard and headed inside the gates. Mercer had told her where to go to find the contact, knowing she was looking for an Argonian. Walking into The Winking Skeever, The man behind the bar knew exactly who she was looking for but admitted to not having seen him for a few days.
"Know where he rests his head? Where he works?"
"Aye, work at least. He works at the East Empire Company. Most people are more than aware of what he does, but he's a slippery fucker. Hasn't been caught yet."
"How often is he in here?"
"One every few days. Want a room? Probably safer talking to him here rather than trying to break into the warehouse. The Empire Company have been known to torture anyone they find breaking in."
"I'll take a room please."
Marielle had to wait three days for any sign of the Argonian. While waiting, she spent time in the tavern during the evening, exploring the region during the day. But it was being away from her lovers in Whiterun and Riften that gave her a chance to actually calm down and not just thinking about filling her holes with cock. For the three nights before finding the Argonian, she went to bed alone. She didn't even masturbate, and she had a feeling her body to appreciate the break. Ever since her anal gangbang, she'd spent more times having her arse ruined by numerous cocks than not. And it had been exhausting. Turning in early and getting a good night's sleep made her feel all the better.
The Argonian was eating breakfast when she woke up and headed down, the innkeeper, Corpulus, gesturing with head to a hidden alcove, where she found the Argonian almost expecting her arrival, picking her out as being a member of the Thieves Guild within seconds.
Proving to be an uncooperative as Mercer had predicted, she refused to do his bidding, so he simply upped and walked away, knowing the situation couldn't turn violent, and considering the Argonian towered over her when standing up, she didn't want to get physical. She let him walk away before glancing back towards Corpulus and nodding. "Good luck," he murmured.
Following the Argonian wasn't difficult, though she was left wondering if it wasn't a trap. Breaking the lock to get into the East Empire Company warehouse wasn't difficult, though having to slip past the patrolling guards took all the skill she had. But her small size was always an advantage in such moment.
Finding the hidden entrance, she lost sight of the Argonian but was fairly sure he had entered the hidden grotto. Worried and distracted about having lost him, she didn't know she was being watched until she felt a smack on the back of the head. It didn't quite knock her out, but she felt herself picked up by at least a couple of people and carried ahead.
Eventually dumped on the ground, she received a gentle tap with a boot, looking up to see three men looking down at her with leering gins, and the Argonian standing off to the side, watching her intently. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" the obvious leader asked.
"Just want to talk to the Argonian, then you can go about your day."
That made all of them laugh. "Girl, you have no idea what you've just stumbled into here." He bent down and picked her up, and though she tried to fight them off, she was soon standing naked in front of them, having taken more than one slap as she tried to punch and kick them off. Dragged by her now bound wrists, the rope was hung over a hook, arms now above her head, as the six bandits gathered around, as did the Argonian.
"Did Mercer send you?"
"Of course he did."
He ran a scaley hand down her body before he fondled her pussy. Any other time, she would have reacted. This time, she just glared into him, making sure her body didn't react. "Well, I think my friends and I are going to have some fun with you before you're returned to Mercer with a message not to fuck with us."
She waited until the bandits were as naked as she was, the Argonian also joining in the fun. The cocks on display, if attached to futanari, would have turned her on. Instead, all she did was smirk as she now had them exactly where she wanted them. "Gentlemen, just one thing before we begin."
"No point begging now, girl. We're all going to have our turn in both holes."
That just made her laugh. "Please, with your small dicks, I doubt I'd feel a thing anyway. But, no, the thing I need to mention is that I'm not just helpless girl."
They all laughed at her as the bandit leader stepped forward and grabbed her hair, lifting her eyes to look into his. "Girl, I'm going to put this as bluntly as possible. My friends and I are going to spend the next few hours, days, weeks raping you again and again. You are nothing but our plaything going forward, and only when we are bored with you will you be released. We are going to destroy your pussy, then we're going to do the same thing to our arse. And whenever we give you a cock to swallow, you had better not bite down, otherwise you will feel more pain than you could ever imagine." He let go of her head as he stepped back and gestured. "I believe our Argonian friend should be given the chance to rape you first, simply because you've annoyed him more than anyone. Make sure it hurts her, Gulum. I'm thinking fuck her arse without any oil. Might wipe that smirk off her face."
She had to time it right. With Gulum out of the way, she used her Thu'um. The most powerful fire Shout at her disposal. The six bandits lit up in flames, while the sheer heat caused Gulum to stagger and fall back. Being as flexible as she was, flipping up and able to take herself off the hook was simply enough, bending down to quickly undo the binds at her ankles.
Stepping over the Argonian, the fear now in his eyes amused her. Grabbing a dagger from nearby, she was able to undo the binds before putting the point of the dagger at his eye. "Sit over there while I deal with them. You move from the chair, you lose an eye. And if you don't answer my questions, you'll lost more than that." She put the dagger to his cock. "Understand me?" He nodded before she stood up and walked away, putting the six bandits out of their misery with a cut across the throat.
Once she had dressed herself and calmed down, she sat at the table with the still naked Argonian. He spilled the beans with hesitation, handing over everything, including a letter and a name.
Karliah.
Meant nothing to her, so the Argonian was able to explain briefly who she was, and it certainly made a lot of sense what she was doing. Letting the Argonian dress himself, he quickly offered his services, no doubt hoping to get back in the guild's good books. She was tempted to kill him for the fact he was going to willingly participate in her possible rape, but she knew that was frowned upon, so agreed to it, though made sure the agreement was in her favour, something he understood immediately.
Heading back to Solitude, the first thing she did was head straight back to the tavern for a drink or ten. Corpulus could obviously see the look on her face, stating every second drink would be free. "Are you okay?"
She shook her head. "I need to ask a blunt question. Are there any futanari in town?"
"I know of half a dozen." He leaned closer. "Lisette, our bard," he whispered, "She's a lovely woman. She works as… you know, a working girl?" Marielle nodded. Taverns in the larger cities always had working girls in taverns. "If you need some company, I'll talk to her. She'll make you feel better."
"Thanks," she whispered.
"I've seen that look in a woman's eyes before." She looked up as he rested a hand on hers. "You're safe here."
"It was my fault for putting myself in that situation. And they didn't manage to go through with it. But it's the fact it could have happened…"
"Lisette will help you feel better. She will listen. She will show affection. And if you want something more, she'll do that too."
"Thanks, Corpulus. I appreciate it."
"Seen enough of war to know that look."
The innkeeper must have had a word in Lisette's ear, as she was very attention later that evening. Once they were in a room alone, all Marielle wanted was to be cuddled. It was the fact it was pure luck she'd managed to escape. She had already agreed in her mind to never work alone again. She didn't want to find herself in that sort of situation with no possibility of escape.
She didn't have sex that night. She wasn't in the mood. But she feeling Lisette's soft, naked body against her own felt good, eventually turning around and nestling into her body. Lisette simply returned soft, reassuring words. By the time she fell asleep, all was right in her world the next morning.
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