"Definitely." Reynard chuckled, looking at Rosalinda's expression.
At that moment, her appearance was completely vulgar.
His semen had left a sticky trail across her face, running down the curve of her chin and onto her neck. A solitary drop hung from the tip of her nose, like an inverted tear.
Her left cheek was covered in a generous amount of the same viscous liquid, glistening.
"Five silver coins for the best..." She paused, searching for the right word. "...for the most satisfying service I have ever provided." She finished with a light laugh, wiping her face with the back of her hand.
With a wicked smile dancing on her lips, Rosalinda slowly rose from her kneeling position, her knees trembling. She made a small grimace, stretching her legs, while her gaze never left Reynard's.
With a graceful movement, she untied the ribbon behind her neck, and then the knot at her waist, removing the white apron that had previously covered her dress.
The fabric fell to the floor, revealing her slender figure, the fitted dress highlighting every delicate curve.
The V-neck exposed the beginning of the cleavage between her high, round breasts, and the skirt fabric ended a few inches above her knee, exposing her firm and thick legs.
Rosalinda's waist was narrow with flaring hips.
She truly had an attractive body.
"So, do you want to continue? You'd better take advantage of what you paid for, don't you think?" Rosalinda whispered with a provocative smile.
Hearing her provocation, Reynard smiled wickedly, moving closer.
This woman was learning to provoke him.
And she would regret it.
His free hand pointed toward the counter. "Why don't you get up there?"
Rosalinda followed his gaze to the counter and smiled mischievously upon realizing what he was asking. With a fluid movement, she climbed onto the counter, sitting on the edge with her legs spread, exposing her white panties.
"Right here is perfect." She replied, reaching out her hand to call him closer.
"You can take me right here. There's no need to wait." Rosalinda teased, lightly writhing against the counter, while her green eyes shone with malice.
"You're loosening up... I like that." Obeying her request, Reynard moved closer until he stopped in front of her, looking hungry.
He really was.
Rosalinda blushed at the comment but made no effort to hide anything. Her slender waist seemed almost delicate compared to the generous curves of her hips, which were enhanced by the seated position.
Her thick, smooth thighs lightly touched, while she kept her legs apart, creating a space between them. Long and elegant, her fingers were resting behind her on the counter, seeking balance.
She looked like a work of art.
Reynard became visibly more aroused upon seeing this. He had only been intimate with Eleanor this entire time, so he was eager to sample new flesh.
"Your thighs are beautiful..." He whispered, gently separating her legs further.
Rosalinda shivered slightly, feeling his hands on her thighs, but she didn't pull away.
Her dress adjusted once more to her form, almost looking like it would tear with the movement.
"Mmm... Thank you." She whispered, with a shy laugh. Her body shifted lightly, settling better on the counter, exposing her thighs even more. "They... They are quite soft, aren't they?"
"Very." Reynard's fingers began to explore. Her skin was indeed soft as velvet, silky to the touch. Her thighs molded to his fingers like cotton.
So pliable.
The subtle pressure of his fingers made Rosalinda's flesh contract, feeling her body getting warmer.
But Reynard was not satisfied.
His fingertips ran over the more sensitive areas of her thighs, making her groan softly. Rosalinda moved once more, spreading her legs even wider, fully exposing the region between them.
Her dress lifted a little, revealing the white panties, now damp in certain spots.
Looking at her wet panties, Reynard smiled. "You're already so wet. Was that from earlier under the counter?" His fingers brushed the moisture, feeling the thin, wet fabric cling to her skin. Rosalinda's panties seemed almost transparent, revealing how drenched she was.
"Y-yes..." Rosalinda nodded, her face flushing as she suppressed a groan. His finger slid down the center, feeling her skin through the cotton barrier.
The texture was smooth, but at the same time, there was a layer of something sticky.
"Is this pleasurable?" Reynard stared into her eyes as his fingers made circular movements.
Rosalinda closed her eyes for a second, tilting her head back slightly.
"Ah... Ah, it is..." She gasped, her voice trembling slightly. "It's... very good." She swallowed hard, trying to hide how close she was to completely losing her composure. Her knees trembled slightly as she struggled to keep steady.
"It's going to get better..." With a subtle gesture, Reynard's fingers pulled at the panties, making the white fabric slide to the side. The small garment moved to reveal Rosalinda's delicate lower lips, pink and wet.
It was an intimate and delicate sight, like a flower unfolding.
The air around them grew warmer.
Rosalinda held her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly, as she awaited Reynard's next action. Anticipation shone in her eyes.
And then she felt a curious finger.
"Mm..." Rosalinda gasped.
Reynard smiled, feeling her soft, moist, and flexible folds beneath his fingertip.
They were like flower petals wet with rain.
"Ah... Ah, I can't..." Rosalinda stammered, her breathing accelerating even further.
She seemed about to collapse.
Every touch sent shocks through her body, making her tremble slightly.
"Hold on a little longer." Saying this, Reynard's fingers moved carefully, gently opening her folds, exposing every detail.
Her inner lips parted, revealing the delicate and secret contours of her femininity. Her clitoris, small and swollen, seemed to pulse with every breath. The inner walls, smooth and silky, seemed to vibrate with anticipation.
"Reynard..." Rosalinda squirmed slightly, exposing herself completely. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide and shining, fixed on his face.
She pressed her elbows against the counter, trying to steady herself, while her thighs spread even wider, offering him an unobstructed view.
"Here goes..."
Before Rosalinda could understand the meaning of Reynard's words, his finger slipped inside her, exploring her interior.
"Oh... Fuck...!" She exclaimed, her voice shaky and high-pitched. Her eyes widened, fixed on Reynard, as she felt every millimeter of the invasion.
The inner wall of her canal closed around his finger, squeezing it tightly, moist and warm like an embrace.
It was as if she were clinging to him, desperately trying to keep him inside.
Rosalinda visibly trembled, a mixture of pleasure and surprise flooding her face.
"Ahhh... Oh!" She let her head drop back again, exposing her neck, while her body arched slightly in response to the touch.
"Mmm..." She closed her eyes, biting her lips hard.
But Reynard didn't stop.
After the first finger, came the second.
"Mmm... this... this is... oh, heavens..." She opened her eyes, feeling overwhelmed.
After the second, came the third.
"Ahhh! Oh, my God... it's too much!" Her lips trembled, her fingers gripping the counter, desperately trying to maintain some self-control.
But it felt too good.
Rosalinda gasped loudly, her nails digging into the smooth surface of the counter. Her interior adapted to the new invasion, accommodating Reynard's three fingers with surprising ease.
Her hips instinctively pushed forward, seeking more, even if unconsciously.
Reynard enjoyed this feeling of provoking her.
Wanting more, a fourth finger entered, followed by the fifth finger.
Before she knew it, his palm was inside her.
"HAAAH!... So... deep... I... I can't take it!" Rosalinda's sharp cry echoed through the inn, a mix of despair and ecstasy. She seemed to be on the verge of hysteria, her teeth gritted as she tried to withstand the pressure and width invading her.
Her eyes widened so much they seemed about to pop out of their sockets, and she thrashed slightly, as if trying to process the fact that his entire hand was inside her.
Her dress clung to her precariously, threatening to fall further, revealing even more of her soft skin.
Rosalinda felt an intense pressure, a painful mix of fullness and stretching. Her lower abdomen contracted violently, sending shockwaves through her body.
"Nn-no... it's not p-possible..." She moaned, her voice hoarse and broken. Her expression was white as paper.
She had never felt anything like it before.
It was too much, truly too much.
Too good.
"Do you want me to stop?" Reynard whispered with a smile, his fingers pausing for a moment.
"N-no..." Rosalinda immediately replied, her voice weak, almost inaudible. "Please... don't stop..."
She pleaded as she opened her legs wider, as if she wanted Reynard to go deeper, even knowing it was madness.
His hand moved smoothly, and she could feel every movement, every curve and bend of his fingers. It was as if Reynard were touching every fiber of her, every nerve ending.
Her interior distended, stretching around his hand, accommodating it like a perfect fit. It was a delicate, yet firm, invasion that left her breathless.
She felt as if she were being slowly torn in half.
Suddenly, Reynard pushed his hand deeper.
"Ahhhh! Oh my God... oh my... ah... ah!" A sharper scream escaped her, mixed with shock and ecstasy. Her eyes rolled slightly, and she gripped the counter so hard her nails almost broke.
"This... this... don't stop, please, don't stop..." Rosalinda repeated relentlessly. Her interior was contracting in spasms, accommodating every movement, as she lost herself in the sensations.
"Ahm... Mmm..." She no longer tried to contain the sounds escaping her. Her blue dress was wrinkled and crumpled, exposing more skin than it concealed. Her full breasts rising and falling with every ragged breath.
"Is it good?" He asked.
Rosalinda looked like a mess, completely surrendered to ecstasy.
"It's... incredibly..." She replied with difficulty, struggling to find words.
Her confirmation only made him want to go even deeper.
"Mmh!" She couldn't contain a strangled cry when his hand doubled its rhythm. Her body contorted so much that she almost slipped off the counter, desperately clinging to the surface to stay in place.
Her eyes were tightly closed, as if that could somehow muffle the sounds escaping her.
But it didn't help.
If anyone walked in now, they would hear everything loud and clear.
They would see the scene. Her dress hiked up to her waist, exposing her pale buttocks and the lower curve of her back. The white panties, wet and transparent, were pulled to the side, revealing the exact spot where Reynard's hand... disappeared.
Her legs were relaxed and open, one of them hanging off the counter, as if seeking support.
"Oh, no, no, no..." She pleaded in a confused mix of words, her interior violently contracting around his hand.
She was so close, so, so close...
Her body seemed to be melting onto the smooth surface, panting and trembling.
"Are you close?" Reynard asked suddenly.
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes... I... I'm so close... so close!" Rosalinda thrashed violently, answering without thinking. She was like an animal reacting to stimuli.
She was on the verge of the precipice.
"Please... ah! Please, make me... make me... get there!"
She pleaded, almost sobbing, totally surrendered to the frenzy Reynard had created. His hand moved firmly, pumping inside her at a constant rhythm, creating a wet and soft sound, almost inaudible amidst her moans.
With every thrust, the sound intensified.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Reynard pushed his hand deeper, wanting to take her to the limit.
Rosalinda's eyes widened into two small pinpricks. She gasped, her jaw trembling, as Reynard hit that deeper spot.
It was too much, simply too much.
As if a dam had burst, she couldn't hold on.
"Ahhhhh!! Yes!! Please!! I... I... I'm coming!!"
Her body was violently shaken, her back arched, as an intense tremor ran through her. Her internal muscles contracted in frantic spasms, squeezing Reynard's hand with supernatural strength.
Feeling her climax, Reynard slowly pulled his hand out with a soft, viscous sound, making Rosalinda writhe.
"Mmm..."
When he slid out of her, a swollen and pink entrance was left behind. The surrounding skin was red, as if it had been rubbed hard.
There was a small amount of whitish-gray fluid at the entrance, running down her soft thigh. The open orifice maintained an oval shape, as if it were still trying to adjust to the absence of his fist.
It was as if the soft tissue had been permanently molded by the intrusion.
Permanently dilated to accommodate something much larger than anything she had ever felt before.
Rosalinda groaned softly, feeling every millimeter of Reynard's hand withdrawal, her abdomen still contracting as if desperately trying to hold him.
"How was it?" Reynard asked curiously, looking at his fist, which was covered with a sticky layer, glistening under the soft light.
She had made a mess.
Hearing Reynard's question, Rosalinda looked confused.
It was as if she needed a moment to remember who she was, where she was, and what had just happened.
"Ah... It was so... so deep. So big. I... I thought I was going to... going to tear in half."
She murmured, her voice hoarse, her body relaxing.
She looked exhausted.
"Tear in half?" Reynard chuckled, wiping his fist with a small handkerchief he found under the counter, his gaze shining with malice.
"I'm not finished yet."
Rosalinda froze, her heart racing again upon hearing this.
Despite this, her body unconsciously moved, leaning toward Reynard.