Meanwhile, at the inn.
A naked woman was sitting on the wooden counter while the man penetrated her with a savage fury.
Her legs were spread wide, each hooked over one of his shoulders, forcing her into a backward tilt that displayed every curve of her trembling body in the dim light.
"Use me! Use me, you bastard!" Rosalinda snarled, her voice hoarse and uncontrolled. She had completely given up resisting, begging to be used by Reynard without any shame.
The penetration was absurdly deep, and with every thrust, she felt his flesh press against her uterus, causing a stinging pain that was immediately followed by a wave of ecstasy.
She grabbed the edge of the counter, her fingers now red from the force. Her mind was completely blank, with only the continuous, incessant sound of Reynard's impact echoing.
Her buttocks were two white, fleshy masses, trembling violently with every stroke. The flesh slapped against Reynard's hips with an obscene force, and her thighs, open over his shoulders, completely exposed the point of contact where his member disappeared.
Reynard smiled hungrily.
He was completely in control.
'This is not good...'
He could get addicted to this.
This was a bad habit he was starting to develop, but he couldn't stop.
Not now.
Rosalinda's heat was intoxicating. Her interior was a damp, tight furnace that seemed to contract desperately around the thickness of his member.
Her current position created the perfect angle for depth. He could feel her internal muscles lightly convulsing each time he plunged inside.
"What are you?" Reynard whispered, thrusting harder, making the counter tremble under the impact.
"I'm yours! Your slut! Fuck me! Fuck me again!" Rosalinda pleaded, the impact throwing her backward, leaving her breathless.
Hearing this, Reynard leaned down and gripped her face, kissing her mouth with insatiable ferocity. Breaking contact, he asked with a malicious glint: "Do you want to try something new?"
His question wasn't really a question.
Without waiting for an answer, he took her legs off his shoulders and forced her to turn over on the counter.
"On all fours, atop the counter!" He commanded.
Rosalinda obeyed immediately, rotating her body and bracing her hands and knees on the counter surface. She arched her back, offering her buttocks to him invitingly.
Her body was covered with a thin layer of sweat and fluids. In that position, her opulent and round rear was absurdly exposed before Reynard's face. Her arched back increased the visibility of her entrance, while her breasts, hanging under the weight of her body, lightly brushed the counter surface.
She looked like a perfect prey.
Rosalinda, who felt the friction of her knees' skin against the hard wood, gave a low moan.
The pain was good.
She felt like a slut being placed in her correct position, waiting to be used.
"Please, don't take long..." Rosalinda pleaded, swaying her hips in a short, desperate movement, begging Reynard to come back inside her.
Reynard laughed, satisfied with the obedience. He grabbed her hips, his hands digging into the soft flesh.
With a single, brutal shove, he tore through the distance and buried himself once again in her body. The strike was violent, but precise.
The sound of the impact was a wet, heavy beat.
"Aah! Yes!" Rosalinda shrieked, her voice mixing pleasure with the shock of the force.
Her interior, damp and hot, engulfed Reynard with an overwhelming pressure. He felt the tip of his member reach her limit, and Rosalinda's internal muscles convulsed around him with the force of a desperate grip.
He began thrusting inside her, his hips slamming against the soft base of her buttocks at a frenetic, merciless rhythm.
The sound was obscene, reverberating through the empty space where the inn's guests and customers usually visited during the day.
No one would ever imagine this scene.
They would never think that Rosalinda would be doing something like this, right in this spot, especially with someone she met today.
"Ah! What... oh, my God... so good..." Rosalinda screamed, but this time, the sound was one of pure masochistic pleasure.
The depth was maximum, and with every beat, her breasts, large and full, swayed uncontrollably forward, the tips of her nipples painfully brushing and rubbing against the counter's edge.
The pain of the friction on her sensitive skin sent electric stabs down to her groin, intensifying every sensation.
"Ngh! This... this isn't fair..."
She was a slut being punished and rewarded.
"That's what you are! My dirty slut!" Reynard roared low, pulling her long blonde hair back with one hand, forcing her head up so he could see her contorted face.
"Yes! I am! Pull my hair! Fuck me harder! I am your slut! Break me!" Rosalinda pleaded, her voice strangled as she rolled her eyes. She pushed her butt up even further, seeking more, begging for it.
Reynard released her hair and used his free hand to deliver a hard slap to her left buttock.
The impact made her flesh tremble, and a red mark appeared almost instantly on the pale skin.
"AAAHH!" She screamed, the sudden stinging where Reynard slapped adding more fuel to the fire burning inside her.
SLAP!
Reynard slapped again.
"Mmmph!" She bit her lip, trying to hold back another scream, but failing miserably.
"Please, more! More!" She pleaded, tears streaming down her face, but her smile gave away her true feelings.
"I can take it... I can take anything..."
Her breasts were throbbing, her nipples red and sore from the incessant friction against the wood. She felt the tingling of pain mixing with the orgasm that was about to explode.
She loved the pain.
She loved the dirtiness.
She loved being reduced to that lewd state.
Reynard watched her with a satisfied smile. Her body, sprawled on the counter, panting and wet as he used her, was so exciting.
"We're done with the counter, bitch. Now, get up!" Reynard growled, his voice authoritative.
Giving her no time to obey, he pulled Rosalinda roughly by the arms, forcing her to stand and stumble toward the wall.
Her body trembled, her knees weak from exhaustion.
"Hands on the wall, back to me." His whisper echoed close to her ear.
"Yes..." Rosalinda swallowed and obeyed, leaning forward until her forehead rested against the cold wall. Her arms were folded back, and her back formed an arch, fully exposing her rear to him.
She was now just a mass of curved flesh, naked against the dirty inn wall.
Her breasts, still swollen and sore from the friction, were crushed, acting like two cushions.
Reynard smiled, the lust in his eyes bordering on insanity. He approached from behind, pressing his sweaty body against her soft buttocks.
"You're a lucky slut, you know that?" He hissed, pulling her hair with one hand to whisper in her ear. "You were made for this."
"Yes... yes... I was..." Rosalinda replied, her voice reduced to a hoarse, desperate whisper, her forehead pressing against the wall. Her hair was matted to the nape of her neck.
Reynard penetrated her once more.
The impact knocked the air out of Rosalinda's lungs. Her body slipped slightly against the wall, her breasts agonizingly crushed even further.
"I'm yours... your private hole! Break me! Don't stop!" she pleaded, her voice almost inaudible, the pleasure so intense she felt her mind blurring.
She couldn't think of anything else.
Rosalinda felt like a piece of meat being hammered against the stone. "I want you to use me... I want to be your slave! Don't stop!" She pleaded, her voice hysterical.
She was at the edge.
Reynard felt she was close to climaxing, and, with a sudden movement, he stopped completely. He pulled his member slightly out, keeping only the tip inside her, which made her let out a groan of frustration.
"Why did you stop...?" She glanced back, confused.
Reynard held her firmly against the wall. "Admit it." He whispered against her neck, his breath hot. "Admit what you are. Admit what you want."
Rosalinda's body trembled. "What... what am I?" She stammered, not understanding what he meant.
"You're a masochistic slut who likes the pain!" Reynard squeezed the marked skin of her buttock so hard she groaned. "Say it! Say you like being hit! Say you like it when I hurt you!"
Rosalinda gasped with a sob.
Her body demanded he start moving again, but the humiliation of the command paralyzed her for a second.
"I... I like it..." Her voice was a choked whisper, almost inaudible.
Reynard was not satisfied.
He yanked her head by the hair again. "Louder, bitch! Say you like the pain!"
"YES! I LIKE IT! I LIKE THE PAIN! I'm your masochistic slut! Use my pain to fuck me! Please! I beg you!" She screamed, her voice finally breaking into hysteria, admitting the dirtiest truth of her desire.
Hearing the full confession mixed with the crying and the pleasure was the final catalyst for Reynard.
He felt something inside him had been provoked.
'Damn it...'.
His control completely dissolved. The sound, the smell, her admission — it was the peak of everything.
"Take what's yours, you slut!" He grunted, his voice hoarse with exhaustion and lust, and hit her with a final series of brutal, savage strokes.
He no longer thought about rhythm, only force.
"That's right..."
His member plunged inside her with ease, her interior now so wet that every thrust was a violent, complete slide to the bottom.
Rosalinda's plump buttock was already marked with a vivid red tone, the result of the previous slaps. Thick drops of fluids ran down her pale, thick thighs, dripping onto the wooden floor.
The sweat on the nape of her neck glistened, and her hair was matted to her neck. Her breasts swayed uncontrollably with every impact against the wall.
Rosalinda rolled her eyes, her neck stretched, totally lost in agonizing pleasure.
"AAAAHHH!"Her scream was an inhuman yell, the sound of her climax breaking the silence of the night, as her body convulsed and slid down the wall.
She didn't know if the other guests would wake up with that scandalous sound.
But she didn't care.
There was no more shame; the possibility of being heard only made the act dirtier, more forbidden, more exciting. Consequences didn't exist for the bitch she had become.
Reynard let out a deep, primal roar. He plunged deeper, feeling her interior crush his member as he released everything he had.
He felt the final pleasure sweep over every nerve, and her frantic contractions around him crushed the last bit of control he had.
Rosalinda felt the hot, viscous semen flood the depth of her cavity, filling her completely until the pressure became too much.
The thick fluid, mixed with her own fluids, overflowed and ran down the back of her thick thighs, dripping onto the cold wood of the inn.
The odor of sex and sweat was intense, saturating their nostrils.
Reynard's weight was crushing her against the wall. Her arms trembled, unable to sustain her any longer.
With a final, husky groan, Reynard pulled his member out of her.
It was a wet, sticky sound.
As he withdrew, the remaining hot semen leaked out of Rosalinda, streaming down the now exposed opening and mixing with the fluids that already covered her thighs.
"Ah... Ah... Ah..." Rosalinda collapsed, panting. Her body slid down the wall, slipping in its own trail of sweat and semen. She fell to her knees on the floor, completely limp and unable to move.
Reynard was also exhausted, breathing heavily.
'That was intense...'. He stepped away, looking at Rosalinda's naked figure, kneeling there, completely undone.
She was an empty shell, but a slow smile had formed on her lips.
Silence fell in the inn counter area, punctuated only by the heavy, uncontrolled breathing of the two.