The night enveloped Kumo in a veil of stars, the shabby inn bathed in the dim glow of flickering lanterns. The scent of damp wood and stale beer hung in the air, but in the deserted kitchen, behind the counter, a scorching tension was forming.
Takeshi had just returned after making initial contact with Karui—brief but a good start. As he pondered his next moves, he settled into a chair, facing Tsubaki, the thirty-something innkeeper.
Her chestnut hair, slightly graying, cascaded over her shoulders, her hazel eyes sparkling with an unexpected boldness for a woman accustomed to dealing with drunks. After all, every woman exuded her unique charm…
Her simple dress, slightly low-cut, accentuated her generous curves, and her smile, both shy and provocative, had drawn Takeshi in like a magnet.
Since his arrival in Kumo, he had developed a peculiar relationship with this woman, who had even helped him hide Karui… of course, he had to pay for such a great—very great—service, given the unrest in the village.
But money couldn't do everything… otherwise, it would have been boring.
"You look like a guy who wants more than just a room," Tsubaki murmured, her voice warm, one eyebrow raised.
Takeshi, a smirk on his lips, approached, his muscular torso glistening under his partially unbuttoned shirt.
"Maybe," he replied, his gaze drifting to her full lips. He closed the distance, his fingers brushing her cheek, and she shivered, her breath quickening.
Without a word, he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a languid, slow, exploratory kiss.
Tsubaki moaned softly, her hesitant hands resting on his chest, feeling the scars beneath her fingers.
He's dangerous… but so alive, she thought, her heart pounding harder, a warmth spreading in her belly.
The kiss deepened, their tongues intertwining, a mix of softness and hunger. Takeshi, his hands sliding around her hips, lifted her with ease, setting her on the worn wooden counter.
The glasses nearby trembled, a faint clinking breaking the silence. Tsubaki, surprised, laughed nervously, her cheeks flushing.
"You're straightforward," she murmured, but her legs parted instinctively, inviting him closer. What am I doing? she wondered, torn between caution and a desire she hadn't felt in years.
Takeshi, without replying, kissed her neck, his lips tracing a burning path, his teeth grazing her skin without biting, sending a shiver through her.
He lifted her dress, revealing her pale thighs, his calloused hands caressing their softness. Tsubaki, breath short, gripped the edge of the counter, her thoughts swirling.
This is insane… but I want it. Takeshi knelt, his lips brushing the insides of her thighs, each kiss sending waves of pleasure through her body.
He pulled aside her simple panties, already damp, and she moaned, embarrassed but overwhelmed. No one's ever touched me like this… she thought, her body arching as he placed his tongue on her intimacy.
The cunnilingus was slow, deliberate, his tongue exploring her wet folds, teasing her clitoris with precision that made her tremble.
Tsubaki, eyes half-closed, threw her head back, her moans filling the kitchen. It's too good… she thought, her fingers digging into Takeshi's hair, guiding him without saying a word.
He intensified his caresses, his tongue alternating between soft circles and firm pressures, while his hands moved up, sliding under her dress to knead her breasts.
His thumbs teased her nipples through the fabric, hardening them, and Tsubaki gasped, her body vibrating under the assault of sensations. I'm losing my mind…
Takeshi, sensing her surrender, quickened his pace, his tongue plunging deeper, his lips sucking her clitoris.
Tsubaki, overwhelmed, clenched her thighs around his face, her moans turning into muffled cries.
It's… oh, damn… she thought, an orgasm rising like a wave. Her hips jerked, her hands clawing the counter, and she came, a hoarse cry escaping her, her body shaking with spasms.
Takeshi, relentless, prolonged her pleasure, his lips stopping only when she collapsed, panting, her cheeks crimson.
He stood up, his lips glistening, a satisfied smile on his lips. Tsubaki, still trembling, stared at him, her thoughts in chaos.
How he… I want more… She reached out, pulling him into a kiss, tasting her own pleasure on his lips.
Takeshi growled, his hands tearing her dress, revealing her round breasts, her skin glistening in the lantern light.
He unbuttoned his pants, freeing his hardened member, and Tsubaki, bold, caressed it, her fingers exploring its length.
He's… impressive, she thought, a new wave of heat washing over her.
He lifted her again, pressing her against the wall, her legs wrapping around his waist.
"Ready?" he murmured, his voice rough. She nodded, her eyes shining with a mix of desire and apprehension.
I shouldn't… but I want it, she thought, her body quivering. Takeshi thrust into her slowly, giving her time to adjust, her moans mingling with his. The sensation of fullness made her gasp, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body opening to him. It's… perfect…
Their rhythm quickened, an intense but controlled back-and-forth, each stroke precise, deep, without brutality.
The wall creaked under their weight, the kitchen resonating with their breaths and the slap of their skin. Tsubaki, overwhelmed, clung to him, her thoughts reduced to shards of pleasure. I don't want this to end…
Takeshi, his hands gripping her hips, changed angles, hitting a sensitive spot, making her cry out. Her breasts bounced, her nipples brushing his chest, amplifying every sensation.
She came again, her muscles contracting around him, her eyes rolling back, a broken moan escaping her lips.
Takeshi, on the brink of explosion, continued, prolonging her orgasm until she trembled, breathless.
He withdrew, his semen splashing onto her belly, hot and sticky, a hoarse groan escaping him.
They collapsed onto the counter, their bodies glistening with sweat, their breaths mingling. Tsubaki, cheeks flushed, stared at the ceiling, her mind still foggy. It was… unreal, she thought, a shy smile on her lips.
Fortunately, there were no customers at this hour…
Takeshi, caressing her hair, murmured:
"You're not bad, for an innkeeper."
She laughed, a soft sound, her fingers tracing the scars on his chest.
"And you're not bad… for a rogue," she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I should kick him out… but I want more, she thought, her body quivering at the thought of another round.
Takeshi, one eyebrow raised, kissed her softly, a burning promise in his gaze.