Today, my wife, Elise, and I arrived in Cara, a small town known for its tranquility. Elise, an apprentice Priestess of the Goddess of Love, perfectly embodied her class: her radiant beauty made every man turn his head as she passed. Her generous curves hugged her priestess robe, and her black hair cascaded down to her waist. As for me, I was just an apprentice swordsman with the most ordinary body, barely worthy of such a woman.
As we approached the city gate, a guard stopped us, his lustful gaze fixed on Elise
— This is my first time seeing you here.What brings you to Cara?My wife replied, a wide smile on her lips:
— We're here to become adventurers!
We heard Cara has an excellent adventurers' guild.
— Yes! exclaimed the guard, his own smile widening.
— We have a small adventurers' guild that handles minor monsters!
— Could you tell us where to find the inn and the guild? I asked.
— Of course, the guard replied.
— The inn is located next to the church, and the guild is between the blacksmith and the alchemist.
— Have a good day, sir guard, said Elise, visibly tired.
— We're going to rest at the inn; we've had a long journey to get here.
— I believe you, my dear lady, the guard replied.
— It wasn't easy to get here on foot.
Go rest at the inn.
If you have any problems, you can come see me, he added, his smile emphasized and his eyes fixed on my wife's chest. As we passed him, he discreetly slid a hand onto Elise's buttock. Blushing, she quickened her pace towards the inn.
Once there, I addressed the innkeeper: — Hello, we'd like a room.
— A room, plus a meal, is five coins per day, the innkeeper replied, casting a lustful look at Elise.
— But I can offer a discount for services...
— We don't need a discount, sir, Elise replied with a laugh.
— For the meal, my daughter will serve you in the hall. Your room will be number eighteen.
— Thank you, sir, I said.
— We'll go rest right away.
Elise and I climbed the stairs, under the lingering gaze of all the patrons, their eyes fixed on Elise's buttocks.
Once in our room, I unloaded our belongings.
Elise snuggled into my arms and kissed me.
— We've finally arrived in Cara, she said.
— Yes, we'll finally be able to become adventurers, I replied with a smile.
— What do you want to do to become one? she asked, her eyes excited, still clinging to me.
She began to take off my pants.
— So, you don't know what you want? I asked her gently.
— I want you to make me feel good, I replied, stuttering.
I never know how to react in these situations; Elise always takes the lead, and I let her.
Elise, an enigmatic smile on her lips, retorted: — So, you want me to make you feel good? she said, continuing to undress me. Then, she undressed in turn, removing her priestess robe and revealing her splendid body. She had generous breasts, whose mere presence seemed to fill the room with a captivating aura. Her buttocks had nothing to envy her chest; her skin, toned and elastic, hinted at every muscle. Her body hair added a touch of eroticism, giving her the appearance of a sensual beast ready to devour.I began to get an erection contemplating my wife's magnificent body.She moved closer to me and removed my boxers. My ten-centimeter erection was offered to her view.
— You're already all excited, my chick! So, do you know what you want? she whispered in my ear.
— I want you to jerk me off, I replied, my face on fire.
She lay down on the bed, her firm buttocks sinking slightly into the mattress, and motioned for me to sit on her knees. I sat cautiously, feeling the warmth of her skin permeate my body.She took my cock in her hand, her long, agile fingers embracing it with delicate firmness.She then began a back-and-forth motion, slow at first, then faster and faster. A groan escaped me.
She gently bit my ear, a bite that sent a shiver down my spine.
Her voice, now a breath against my sensitive skin, said:
— So, is that what you wanted?
— Yes, Elise, that's exactly what I wanted, I replied, words choking in my throat, lost in the delight of her hands.
Her hands were soft and incorruptible; I felt transported, bewitched by their contact.
Her fingers wrapped around my cock with exquisite precision.
The bites on my ear became more insistent, driving me crazy with desire.
The scent of lilac she exuded surrounded me.
I felt her two hands pressed against my back, the brushing of her nipples against my skin, a caress of extreme softness that made me pant.
My body tensed, my breathing became ragged.
— It's going to come out, I can't hold it in anymore! I gasped, my voice hoarse.
— Hold it in a little longer, my sweet, it's just begun, she whispered, her soft laugh making her throat vibrate against my ear.
My cock began to throb violently.
The undeniable sperm gushed out, falling to the floor with a pathetic little splat.
A wave of shame and disappointment overwhelmed me.
— I'm sorry I couldn't hold it in, Elise.
I'll last longer next time, I promised, my body shaking with spasms.
But you're so beautiful that it's hard to hold back, I said, completely out of breath.
A singular smile stretched her lips, tinged with amusement and a hint of tender cruelty.
— It's okay, my love, we still had a good time, she said in a composed voice.
To my surprise, she leaned down and, with a slow, deliberate gesture, scooped up the warm semen from the floor with her index finger.
My eyes widened.
She brought her finger to her lips and licked the liquid with a concentrated expression, her eyes fixed on me.
Then, without a word, she leaned over me, and her lips crashed against mine.
It was a passionate kiss, so deep it made me sway.
Her tongue insinuated itself into my mouth, and I then distinctly tasted the bitter, metallic, and terribly salty taste of my own sperm. Her arms closed around me, holding me firmly, preventing me from backing away. The mixture of her warm saliva and this taste affected me, forcing me to swallow, to integrate this strange and powerful sensation. I clung to her, out of breath, until she pulled away, her lips gleaming.
A mischievous smile lit up her face.
— That's my little revenge, she whispered in my ear, in an incredibly erotic way.
After that bedroom episode, we decided to eat.
We went down to see the innkeeper who told us to sit at a table.
As we sat down, Elise asked me, with a sly smile:
— So, that last kiss, did you like it?
— It was one of the most erotic... and most disgusting kisses at the same time, I replied, blushing.
A young woman came to bring us the soup.
She was the innkeeper's daughter, and her beauty was remarkably charming.
Her face was dotted with delicate freckles. Her fiery red hair, tied in a thick braid, cascaded down her back.
Despite the simplicity of her servant's outfit, she struggled to hide astonishingly generous curves that outlined a much rounder silhouette than one would have imagined for such a reserved young woman.
— Are you new to town? she asked in a cheerful voice.
— Yes, we just arrived today to become adventurers, I replied, stuttering, still impressed by her beauty.
— Impressive!
It's rare for people who embrace the life of adventurers; it's quite dangerous.
May I sit with you for more details, as there isn't a single customer at this hour? she asked.
— Yes, of course, you can eat with us, I replied, a little too excited.
Elise gave me a reproachful look, but her lips curved into a mischievous smile that only she could show.
— My name is Stephanie and I'm the innkeeper's daughter, she said, sitting down beside us.
— My name is Mark and this is my wife, Elise.
Stephanie snuggled a little closer to me and touched my arm.
— You're so muscular, Mark!
I'm sure you'll become a great adventurer, she said, her eyes sparkling.
I started to blush.
I was delighted by the compliments, but feeling a girl so close to me, exuding a magnificent scent of food, troubled me.
Her breasts pressed against my arm, and I began to get excited by this situation.
But I saw Elise's gaze, full of reproach, but also imbued with a mischievous smile.
It was then that I felt something pressing my cock with extreme gentleness: Elise's foot.
My ten centimeters began to stiffen, as if to push away that contact.
— Yes, my husband is very muscular because he's an apprentice swordsman, said Elise, a veil of jealousy in her voice, casting a sharp look at Stephanie.
— I'm sure he'll make an incredible adventurer, it's the first time I've seen someone like him! Stephanie enthused, her energy overflowing.
I was blushing more and more, my face on fire.
Under the table, Elise's foot began to crush my cock, then move back and forth on it, still inside my pants.
I began to pant, my breath short and ragged.
Elise looked at me with a mocking smile.
Then, she kicked me in the testicles with her foot, which made me flinch and let out a small choked groan.
— Are you okay? asked Stephanie, her brow furrowed with concern.
— Yes, it's the long journey that exhausted me, I replied, panting, trying to hide my pain and embarrassment.
We continued to eat our soup.
— By the way, what's your job, Stephanie? asked Elise, her tone feigning interest, while still playing with my cock under the table, the pressure of which became unbearable.
— I'm an apprentice cook, I made the soup!
What do you think? Stephanie replied, proud of her dish.
— It's incredible, it's one of the best soups I've ever had, I replied sincerely, my voice regaining a bit of normalcy.
— I'm so glad you like it! Stephanie replied, a big smile illuminating her face.
Elise felt that orgasm was approaching.
So, she squeezed my cock harder, and then came the explosion.
The sperm gushed out, but it was held back in my boxers.
I began to feel intense spasms, a wave of pleasure and frustration, until the climax faded.
Elise set down her plate with a loud clang, a sign that she had finished eating.
— We've finished eating.
We're going to rest now, she said in a firm voice, leaving no room for discussion.
Elise and I went back up the stairs.
I was red as a tomato, especially hoping that no one would notice the sperm stain on my pants.
Finally, we arrived in the room.
— Why did you do that? I asked, my face flushed, mixed with shame.
— You shouldn't have gotten excited in front of any woman other than me, Elise replied, a mocking smile stretching her lips.
She looked me up and down, her gaze lingering on my wet crotch.
— Shouldn't you take off your boxers? she said, laughing a crystal clear laugh.
I took off my pants, then my boxers.
They were soaked with sperm, not a single part spared by my fluids.
A sweet, musky odor emanated from them.
— So, what do you want to do with these boxers filled with your fluids? she asked me, her eyes sparkling with malice.
— I don't know, I replied, my voice still full of blushing and powerlessness.
— Do you want me to do something to make up for it? she whispered in my ear, her voice warm and sensual.
That sentence was enough to make my blush subside.
— I want you to clean these boxers with your tongue to make up for it.
She took the boxers from my hands.
Without hesitation, she began to sniff them.
There was a pungent odor of mixed sperm and sweat.
Yet, she continued to sniff them, a strange pleasure seeming to appear on her face as she inhaled these scents. I was amazed by this sight of the priestess sniffing my boxers, fascinated by this surreal scene. I never thought she would accept. Her nostrils flared at the pungent smell.Then she let out a moan of pleasure I had never heard before. She held my boxers, rubbing them against her nose. Seeing this vision, I felt excited to see her get excited over my fluid-soaked underwear. then she pulled her face away from the boxers with the biggest smile I had ever seen.
— Do you want to smell them too or lick a little? she asked me.
She looked a little crazy.
— No, that's okay, I'll leave them all to you.
She began to lick my boxers.
Her eyes never left mine as she licked them diligently, her tongue tracing arabesques on the soaked fabric.
She inhaled, savored, and a shiver ran through her body.
She ran her lips over the most obvious stains, then she turned the boxers over, searching for other areas, cleaning them with an almost devotional meticulousness.
I watched her, fascinated and a little horrified.
This was the woman I loved, the priestess of love, cleaning my fluids from my underwear.
The scene was surreal, but the passion in her eyes was undeniable.
She seemed to find immense pleasure in this act of transgression.
When she finished, the boxers were almost clean, at least visibly.
She threw them on the floor, near our clothes.
— There, my love.
It's done.
Are you still angry now? she asked, approaching me, her lips gleaming, a disturbing scent floating around her: sweat, and a hint... of my sperm.
I looked at her, my senses alert, my body reacting despite everything.
Anger?
It had vanished.
Replaced by a complex mix of admiration, confusion, and a burning, almost frightening desire for this woman capable of anything.Then she came closer to me and kissed me.
Her mouth smelled of the sperm she had just swallowed, but I didn't push her away.
Our tongues mingled.
Then, after a long moment, we separated.
— I hope you liked that kiss? I asked softly.
— Yes, I loved it.
— It's the first time I've seen you like this.
You were magnificent, I said, amazed.
Then she hugged me in her arms.
— It's time to go to sleep.
She still smelled of sperm, but it didn't bother me.