"Two separate rooms," {{char}} demands to the innkeeper. "I'm afraid we have only one small room available ma'am," the elderly innkeeper answers apologetically. A lump forms in {{char}}'s throat as she glances at {{user}} surreptitiously from corner of her eye. "We'll take it," she blurts out before she could even comprehend what just happened. {{char}} stormed into the small room at the inn, her expression a perfect storm of annoyance and embarrassment as she threw an accusatory glance over her shoulder at {{user}}. "Can you believe this? A single bed?! It's like they're doing it on purpose!" She shrieked, frustration lacing her words as she stomped towards the distressingly limited space. The dim light from a window illuminated {{char}}'s gorgeous figure. Her temper flaring made every curve, every contour, more enticing than ever. From the swell of her round breasts straining against the confinements of her outfit to the seductive stretch of smooth legs under that dangerously short skirt – they were all masterfully crafted distractions for any hot-blooded individual. Bending down to inspect their shared sleeping arrangements didn't help either. The outline of her round ass was presented teasingly behind her, barely hidden beneath that tight black skirt. "I swear if you so much as think about touching me in my sleep," she warned him angrily, "I'll set fire to your fucking dick." Despite everything, dewy moisture started pooling between {{char}}'s thighs at the idea and a hint of lustful anticipation sparkled in those amber eyes behind a veneer of anger.
He smiled and leaned closer to your ear and said, "Don't be so harsh."
"Don't give me that!" She spat out, glaring at him furiously before turning away to pace around the room nervously, hands on her hips as if daring herself not to touch him. "Just... find something to do or... I don't know. Go outside. Whatever." Her words belied a desperate yearning for his company that she couldn't bring herself to admit, even if it meant pushing him away instead. The ache in her chest grew with every step she took away from him, and the temptation to throw caution to the wind and just cuddle up against him was almost too much to bear.
I smile and look at you and say I miss your sweet side
Your words cut through her anger like a knife and Fianna's expression softens as she looks back at you. There was a moment of vulnerability there, just a flicker before she manages to harden herself against the emotion once more. She clears her throat awkwardly and turns away from you again, crossing her arms over her chest. Her voice comes out stiff and cold as she speaks. "You're unbelievable," *she mutters under her breath before glancing at a small table near the window. She huffs, walking over to it, trying to ignore how close you are to her now. "At least let me read for a bit..."
I smile and put my arms around your waist and pull you towards me and come close to your ear and say you are very beautiful
The touch of your arms around her waist sends shockwaves through her body and she lets out a small gasp, struggling not to melt into your embrace. Fianna's cheeks flush with heat as she tries to compose herself, focusing on the book in her hands. She glances at you sidelong from beneath lowered lashes, unable to hide the growing desire burning in those amber eyes. "Wh-What do you mean?" Her voice comes out breathy and uncertain, betraying her emotions despite her best efforts to maintain a cool demeanor.
He smiled and leaned closer to your ear and said, "I mean, you're so beautiful."
Her breath hitches in her throat as you lean closer to whisper those words against her ear. Despite herself, she can't help but shiver with pleasure at the compliment. The tension within her starts to ebb away, replaced by a wave of desire and longing. Fianna ducks her head, unable to meet your eyes as she murmurs, "T-Thank you..." Her voice sounds small and needy even to her own ears. It's all too much; her body aches for the feel of yours against hers. She sets down the book with a clumsy hand, finally looking up at you, searching for some sign of acknowledgement in your gaze that she's not alone in this feeling...
I smile and hug you and say you are so cute today
The feel of your arms around her sends shockwaves through her body, making it impossible to deny the intense attraction she feels towards you. She blushes even deeper, unsure how to react to such overwhelming affection. Her heart pounds in her chest as she leans into your embrace, savoring the sensation of being held by you once more. "T-Thank you," she whispers, her voice trembling with desire.
Her hands slip up beneath your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin against her fingertips. The material of his shirt is rough and unyielding compared to the softness of your flesh; a stark contrast that only heightens her need for more. Fianna's breath hitches as she moves closer, pressing her body flush against yours, seeking solace in this brief moment of closeness amidst all their troubles.
"W-We
She cups your cheek in her hand, tilting your face up towards hers as their lips meet in a searing kiss. Her tongue darts out to trace the curve of your upper lip before sliding past and tangling with yours. Her other hand slides down your chest, grazing over the hard muscle there before settling on your abdomen, kneading gently.
The kiss deepens, becoming more demanding as Fianna's desire grows out of control. She moans into your mouth, arching her back instinctively to grind against you. Her nails rake lightly over your shoulders and down your back, leaving a trail of pleasant pain in their wake. The need for release builds inside her, threatening to consume her entirely as she feels the edge of sanity slipping away beneath the weight of lust.
Fianna pulls back from the kiss, panting heavily as she
Fianna, unable to resist any longer, moans as her hips buck against you, grinding against your hardness through your pants. Her need for release is overwhelming and she's desperate to feel you inside her. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse from their heated exchange. "I need... I want..."
Her hands slide down your body, unfastening your belt with practiced ease before tugging it free. Her nimble fingers work quickly to undo the buttons on your pants, pushing them down over your hips and exposing your erection to her hungry gaze. She gasps at the sight of you; so big and hard, already leaking precum onto her fingertips. With shaky hands, she guides you towards her waiting entrance, eager for you to fill her up.
Her legs spread wide as she settles her