Rosalinda hesitated.
She shifted slightly, unconsciously pulling her apron to cover a little more of herself. The white fabric of the apron stretched over her chest, tied at the waist where a bow was formed.
Beneath it, a light-blue, long-sleeved dress fell to her knees, concealing her curves.
She looked like a sweet maiden.
Her hair was held up in a messy bun, with a few curls escaping to frame her face. After all the work, she seemed less exuberant but still emanated an aura of confidence and kindness.
If it weren't for the pink flame, Reynard would never have guessed that this woman, with her gentle and modest look, was the same person who had brazenly provoked him moments ago.
She knew what she was doing.
Rosalinda's posture remained upright, but less provocative when confronted. She moved back a fraction of an inch, maintaining a respectful distance.
However, her eyes still danced with that mischievous twinkle, revealing that she was only pretending.
Noticing this gleam, Reynard smiled and pointed to the five silver coins on the counter. "Is that enough to pay for your services?"
Rosalinda blushed, looking away for a second. When she looked back at him, there was an adorable flush on her cheeks. She bit her lower lip, an unconsciously appealing action, and cleared her throat. "Ah, well..."
She licked her lips, visibly nervous but trying to maintain her composure. "Five silver coins... that's... that's more than enough." She swallowed hard, her voice softened. "It's just that... I don't usually..." She cleared her throat again, clearly struggling to maintain her image.
Her fingers fiddled with the hem of her apron, tightening it slightly.
She seemed both vulnerable and tempted.
"Don't usually?" Reynard looked confused. "Then I spoke too soon. I don't want to offend the lady. If your admirers found out, maybe they wouldn't let me off the hook..."
He moved, feigning a desire to take the coins back.
Noticing this, Rosalinda quickly extended her hand, stopping him from taking the coins. Her fingers brushed against his, feeling warmer than usual.
She held her breath.
How had he discovered her weak spot?
"D-don't be hasty, Reynard. I... I didn't say I can't. It's just... I don't usually... do that..." She paused, searching for the right words to define what 'that' was.
"I mean, I handle the reception, organize things, do the preparations. I don't... I generally don't..." She gestured vaguely.
"We are alone." Reynard suddenly stated, letting out a sigh. "You can keep up the act as much as you want. That's what attracts this number of men to this inn, right?"
Stopping for a moment, he continued: "They have no idea who you truly are." Pointing his chin at the coins, he finished: "So, not one more, not one less."
Rosalinda stared at him for a few seconds before smiling.
"Ah, you're clever, aren't you, Reynard? Alright, you caught me. Maybe I overdid the acting a little." She winked, dropping the act.
"But that's how it works, dear. They come here, fascinated by me. And I let them dream."
Despite saying this, internally, Rosalinda was a little surprised.
She thought about provoking this guest a bit upon realizing he might have some money, but she never thought he would... expose her.
How did he know?
Unable to find the answer, Rosalinda stopped caring. "As for your coins... yes, they are more than enough. Very, very sufficient."
She leaned closer, her face inches from his, and continued: "So, what's it going to be, darling? Do you want to know what you get for five silver coins?" She provoked, with a subtle hint of sarcasm.
Her body seemed to vibrate with a suppressed energy, as if she were eager to show Reynard what she could do.
Reynard approached her. "Why don't you show me then?" He pointed to the floor beneath the counter.
The message was clear.
Rosalinda gasped softly, surprised by his audacity. She looked around, making sure no one was watching them, before finally giving in.
"Ah, you are very bold..." She whispered, laughing quietly. Despite this, her eyes sparkled, and she nodded slightly, accepting the command.
Rosalinda knelt smoothly onto the floor, her light-blue dress spreading around her like a pool of calm water. Her face came level with his waist, and she looked up to meet his eyes, biting her lower lip.
"Right..." She swallowed hard, her voice trembling slightly. "You've purchased..." Some loose strands of hair fell onto her forehead as she struggled to maintain her composure.
"...some special services, let's say." She smiled mischievously and reached out her hand. Without hesitation, she reached for his belt, her skilled fingers working to undo it.
At no point did she look away, keeping her eyes fixed on his. When she finally succeeded, she pulled the belt out of the loops, leaving it dangling in her hand.
At that moment,
The inn door was opened.
The sudden noise caught both of them off guard.
Rosalinda couldn't see who it was, but her expression tensed upon realizing that a visitor might have entered. However, her body remained in place.
Her position was too explicit.
If she stood up now, people would suspect what she was doing.
Or rather, what she was about to start doing.
Unlike her, Reynard smiled upon seeing the visitor.
The tall, muscular, shirtless figure entered, looking breathless. It was as if he had run an entire marathon. His gaze scanned the inn, searching for someone, but finding no one.
Then his gaze fell on Reynard.
"You!" Brannon shouted, a little confused. He seemed about to explode with fury upon seeing him behind the counter, where only one person should be.
Because of this man, who offered some coins to the other patrons to break his limbs, he had to flee the place in a pathetic hurry.
It took him a few hours to shake them off, and all because of him!
Just because he had some money did he think he could buy everyone with it? He should teach this guy a lesson!
Brannon approached with quick, huffing steps. Soon, he was standing before Reynard, his expression fierce.
"Run a lot?" Reynard smiled, asking casually without moving or being intimidated by his appearance.
Rosalinda froze upon hearing Brannon's voice so close, recognizing that tone immediately. She held her breath, paralyzed, but remained hidden under the counter, her eyes fixed on Reynard as she awaited his orders.
Brannon clenched his fists, clearly ready to confront Reynard. "What the hell are you doing here?! Where is Rosalinda?!" He growled, completely ignoring his question.
"The lady said she needed someone to stay down here while she was in the bathroom." Reynard lied brazenly with a smile. His hands, beneath the counter, signaled for Rosalinda to continue.
'Seriously?' Despite the precarious situation, Rosalinda couldn't suppress a mischievous smile.
Slowly and silently, she obeyed the gesture, working on his pants. Her fingers trembled slightly, but she remained focused.
Brannon, however, didn't seem convinced by Reynard's excuse at all.
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "You think I'm an idiot? I know very well she wouldn't leave someone like you watching the counter alone!" He hissed, taking another step forward, clearly ready for a fight.
Reynard shook his head, looking unfairly accused. "I didn't do anything. If you weren't a lovesick fool, you wouldn't have started a fight with me just because I was talking to Rosalinda."
Meanwhile, under the counter, Rosalinda's eyes widened. She stifled a small gasp, surprised by what she saw upon finishing lowering Reynard's pants.
'So big...'
So thick.
She had never seen anything like it...
Rosalinda turned even redder, but she didn't hesitate. Her lips parted slightly, and she took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. With her tongue, she moistened her lips, creating an imperceptible shine.
Then, she tilted her head forward, slowly, her movements calculated. The warm air she exhaled brushed the tip, sending a shiver down Reynard's skin.
The situation felt surreal with Brannon fuming with anger just a few feet away.
"Lovesick... fool?!" Brannon bellowed, completely oblivious to the scene unfolding under his nose. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
It was as if he was about to jump over the counter and grab him by the throat at any moment.
"Don't pronounce her name that way, as if..." He stopped, clearly struggling not to completely lose his temper.
His mind seemed focused on destroying Reynard, while Rosalinda focused on making no sound.
Her wet tongue lightly touched the tip of Reynard's rigid member, a fleeting and hesitant touch. Tracing intricate patterns along its length, she slid down, licking the base with a short, firm swipe, before rising again to the tip, where she circled it with impressive dexterity.
Above her, the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife.
"I saw how you looked at her. I know what you're thinking!" Brannon snarled, ignorant of the fact that, at that exact moment, Rosalinda was hearing everything.
"So what? Don't all the men here harbor ulterior motives about her? Or do you think the inn's goddess doesn't know that you stinky men are frequenting her inn every day because of her?" Reynard commented casually.
It was as if nothing was happening under the counter.
Rosalinda continued licking, trying to make as little noise as possible. Her cheeks flushed more and more, and she felt an intoxicating mixture of fear and excitement.
She had never been so bold before, but there was something liberating about doing this in secret, even with Brannon so close.
"That doesn't justify...!" Brannon scoffed, clearly disconcerted by his logic.
He couldn't deny that many frequented the inn just for a chance to see Rosalinda.
But...
Pop
Suddenly, a low sound echoed.
The sound was faint but unmistakable—a soft 'pop,' followed by a shaky gasp.
"Uhn...? What the hell...?" Brannon murmured, confused. He tilted his head, trying to hear better.
Rosalinda, still shaking her head, made another soft noise, similar to a low moan, muffled by the position.
"What's the matter? Are you hearing things after almost getting beaten up?" Reynard laughed, looking at Brannon as if he were foolish.
Brannon, who wanted to investigate the noise, grew furious upon hearing this provocation.
That's when some voices sounded from outside.
"I think he went in here!"
"He ran into the inn!"
Brannon's eyes widened, and he quickly turned to the door, hearing the voices outside. He cursed under his breath, torn between protecting his own skin or confronting Reynard.
"Shit!" He swore, turning away.
The answer was obvious.
Meanwhile, Rosalinda grew bolder upon nearly being caught. Her tongue danced around the head of Reynard's member, trying to be as discreet as possible.
Her eyes were fixed on him, seeking silent signs of approval.
The voices outside grew louder, more insistent.
It seemed Brannon's pursuers were getting closer.
Desperate, Brannon bolted out the door, noticing nothing but his own survival.
If he were cornered in here, he would be finished.
Under the counter, Rosalinda seized the opportunity.
With her tongue, she traced a wet trail from the base to the tip.
She began to pump her head, being careful not to make much noise, but unable to contain a small, muffled moan. Her fingers trembled slightly, clutching Reynard's loose belt, as if to steady herself.
Her lips tightened around the head, sucking hungrily, as she held her breath.
"More wet." Reynard whispered as he looked down, watching Rosalinda's performance.
Rosalinda lifted her gaze for an instant, meeting his eyes with an intensely focused expression. Her tongue came out again, passing over the slit at the tip, collecting the first salty drops that heralded his climax.
Then, without breaking eye contact, she wrapped her lips around the head again, creating a gentle and constant pressure. She began to suck firmly, producing wet, rhythmic sounds, while increasing the pace, determined to extract every last drop.
Reynard didn't hold still either.
Every time he moved his hips forward, she followed, taking more of him in her mouth.
"P-please... Mhmm..." her voice came out hoarse, almost inaudible. She struggled to speak with her mouth full.
"Mmmphh... mmph... pplease, gggooze... mmm... o-on my face... mmmm... in my mouth..." She managed to stammer, fighting to pronounce each syllable, with Reynard's member filling her mouth.
"Please, do... just do it, I can't take it anymore..." She stammered.
Hearing this, Reynard stopped holding back. His hands grabbed her head tightly, like two vices. Keeping her pinned in place, his waist began to pump roughly with force.
"Mhhmm- Ghhk! Gluck! Gluck, gluck! Hrrgghh! Blrk! Hnnnghh!" The muffled moans and desperate spasms accompanied Reynard's every vigorous thrust.
Rosalinda's tongue stretched like a soft bed around his member, creating a delightful friction. Saliva streamed down her chin.
Her eyes watered from the force of the thrusts. She choked and coughed, but she didn't stop him.
"Glup, glup, glup" The guttural sounds intensified as Reynard pumped mercilessly. She seemed to be drowning, but even so, she couldn't stop trying to keep up with his movements.
"Don't waste it." Reynard whispered.
Rosalinda couldn't respond, feeling every muscle tense, her heart pounding.
Despite this, a mischievous gleam lit up in her eyes, and she managed to form a malicious, almost devilish smile.
Her face, still held between Reynard's hands, seemed to radiate a sinful satisfaction, as if she were about to receive a prize for her effort.
"Mmmh!" Was all she could articulate, the smile widening, exposing teeth and flushed cheeks, as she closed her eyes, ready to receive.
"Shit..." Reynard whispered, unable to hold back anymore.
The first strong jet caught Rosalinda by surprise, but she didn't hesitate. Her eyes widened again, and she did her best to maintain the position, receiving every fiery spasm.
Her face was covered with the warm liquid, splashing her lips, her chin, even her nose.
She tasted the bitter and salty flavor on her tongue, deep in her throat. She swallowed as much as she could, but there was still a lot, and part of it streamed from the corner of her mouth, running down her neck.
Rosalinda remained there, motionless, with Reynard still in her mouth, feeling every pulse and tremor as he finished.
She gasped deeply when Reynard withdrew, breathing heavily. Her mouth was still slightly open, a thread of silver liquid connecting her lips to the member now out of her mouth.
Rosalinda blinked, stunned, trying to regain her composure. Slowly, she ran her tongue over her lips, cleaning them, and swallowed hard once more, tasting the lingering flavor.
"Five silver coins... were they worth it?" She asked with a smile.