It was a long ass day, despite looking like a Greek god, he was ready to fall asleep, the sun still hadn't set but was close. He couldn't sleep yet, he was a professional and he had to report on his mission.
He took a deep breath as he recounted his version of events to Patricia as she was sitting next to him at her kitchen table.
He explained how he caught Gron in the act of murdering even more goblins and then disgustingly eating them. Gron had caught Maro spying on him, immediately attacking him, Maro killing him in self defence and how he gained the class after the kill. He explained that he saw Gron throwing the leftovers in the river to dispose of any evidence but he had this knife on him. The knife that obviously belonged to one of her sons…
Patricia just put her face in her hands for a second, stood up, wiped away a tear and said "Maro, thank you from the bottom of my heart, you brought me closure and justice"
"Now please, it's late, the least I can do is let you stay the night" as she looked at his ridiculous clothing situation.
Maro was about to protest, when she offered him some wine and some food.
He sat back down and thanked her. The wine wasn't that bad, definitely better than Kadrin's beer.
As he was sipping his wine
"Listen, don't take this the wrong way… but your clothes look very silly given your recent growth. I have some of my uncle's old stuff laying around in the attic, I can sew something together that will fit… better" She looked him up and down one more time, slowly, the glass of wine she had was making her cheeks red.
Maro… thinking, took a sip of wine. He thought to himself how he immediately on day one of his new life fucked it up… screw it, let's have fun. Completely ignoring any moral and emotional complications from killing her adopted goblin sons.
He stood up and started walking over to Patricia, all the while never breaking eye contact with her.
As he stood over her "Listen Patricia… this is a bit forward of me to ask…but… my clothes are too tight, I need your help to take them off"
For the first time since he met her, she smiled, it was an extremely devilish smile, but nonetheless a smile. He reciprocated the smile.
She ran her hands up his chest to a loose seam on his collar and tore the linen shirt down the middle…Patricia did an inaudible 'wow', her hands resting on his waist. Maro's pants felt really tight and uncomfortable at that moment.
They paused right there for a second, but it felt a lot longer. Realizing he was staring at her chest and slightly drooling, he snapped out of it and pulled her in by the hips to kiss her. Patricia definitely had to be on her tippy toes for that one.
Patricia's mind was all over the place, but she knew what she wanted in the moment and whispered "fuck me until I forget"
Me too, thought Maro
With a woosh, he picked her up, kicked her bedroom door open and before she knew it, she was in her bed.
Sometime after round two, Maro activated 'Bloodrush' to see what would happen. No pun intended but a top 'fucking' tier ability. Lets just say, Maro woke up early next evening, dehydrated and starving. When he got his senses together, he saw a pile of clean clothes next to him and a note on top.
Maro laughed, Patricia woke up around noon, fixed up her Uncle''s clothes for him, packed up her shit and just left. The note thanked him for a night she couldn't forget, how she couldn't stand the thought of staying in this place any longer and left for her home town.
This was a first, his performance was so great last night that she left the cabin to him. Nice, the clothes fit decently and she even left him some armour in the form of an old leather gambeson.
As he started referring to himself as a sex god, he went about the rest of the evening in third person. 'The sex god has to go piss, with his holy penis', 'The sex god has to satiate his hunger and thirst'...
He pissed, ate whatever was left, drank a jug of wine and went right back to sleep.