The Inn Ch. 09

"Sure." I lifted my ass just far enough off the chair to free my cock from my briefs. Her proximity, the swell of her breasts, and the heat in her eyes shot my heart-rate into orbit. "How exactly are we going to ..."

Leyna bent and hitched up her skirts, then snuggled onto my lap astride me. The rigid vertical beam of my erection felt the tickle of her dress, then the press of her panty-clad crotch against it. She inched gently forward with her arms across my shoulders until my dick stood trapped between her hot mound and my belly.

"I'm going to rub you for a little bit like this," she said, rolling her hips to demonstrate. "And then when I see you're getting close I'll hop off and take you in my mouth and swallow every drib and drip."

"Oh, god."

She laughed again and bent to nuzzle the flesh at the corner of my jaw and ear. "You're such a funny swearer, Simon. How's a god to know you're making an oath if you don't say their name?"

Before I could come up with an answer, she ground her snatch against the underside of my cock and made me gasp. The panties between her flesh and mine weren't exactly silky, but by the third or fourth dry-hump she made against me, arousal turned them wet and slick where her slit trapped them against my erection.

"Ohhfara," she moaned into my ear. "If you weren't an invalid, I'd tuck my gusset to one side and tuck you right up in me!"

Throb. "Jesus, Leyna ..."

With a giggle, she swathed her sopping panties up and down my rod in quick, perfectly controlled strokes. "See? Now, whoever this Jesus god is, he or she knows you're being properly appreciative. Are you almost there already?"

"Ah - ah - shit - yes -"

As soon as I said it she moved, sliding effortlessly, seamlessly back from my lap, down to the floor to kneel and curl over and envelop me to the root.

"Mmmmm," she moaned happily around the base of my already-spasming prong. The vibration threw me over the edge.

"Nnf! Fuck! Leyna!"

The cum blasted out so fast I could feel it filling up her mouth around my shaft. She made a little squeak and gulped and sucked, every movement of her tongue and cheeks pulling even more spew up from my nuts. Orgasmic power roared through my body far more intensely than the last time she'd blown me - though not at that insane peak that had turned to pain when I first wanked it. Her hands clutched my thighs as I spurted down her throat like a dam collapsing. I couldn't believe how long it went on or how much there was. But like a trooper, Leyna hung in there and even burrowed in tighter, clinging to my root and driving her nose deep into my pubic thatch.

Finally, the tremors stopped and she popped up with a gasp.

"Hoo, Simon, that was Glor's own gush! Were you trying to make it come out my nose?"

"Sorry, I -"

She laughed and came up to hush me with a kiss. Then she pushed up to her feet and looked around the room.

"All right, I'd best hurry and finish with this bed before our good proprietor starts hollering after me."

"Why don't you just leave it and I'll manage the rest?" I hated to get her in trouble with Burgham.

Her nose twitched in concern. "Are you sure? I won't be able to come back and fix it this evening if you can't get it straight. I have a five-pence poke lined up for right after dinner and then a ten p all-nighter after that."

"I'll be fine. I've gotten up four times to use the pot today and only fell and cracked my skull twice."

Her scowl said she didn't find that amusing.

"Sorry. Really, though, I feel much better."

"Well ... if you're certain." She bit her lower lip a moment. "One more thing maybe I should warn you on ... the all-nighter is in number four. And I really can't make ten p being quiet, so ... I hope it doesn't bother you."

I reached out to take her hand and squeeze it. "I'll be fiendishly jealous to start with, but after that I'll likely be too busy wanking to care."

She laughed, uncertainly at first but settling in and relaxing as she saw me smile.

"Just don't you go hollering out my name when you tug yourself into a geyser," she said. "I don't know that my coincock will appreciate knowing you're over here listening in." After a pause, she added, "Even though I will."

Then she hurried to the door, wiggled her fingers at me on her way out, and disappeared off to work.

* * *

A couple hours later, I lay in bed, propped against my pillows with the covers drawn up to my waist. It felt like a very good end to a very good day. I'd gotten a lot of rest and seemed to have some of my strength back. I'd told Galufrand enough about Septra's Children for him to write a scholarly paper or two, and I'd given him what I could remember about Necromanata's daughter for his researchers to look into. It didn't amount to much, but my mental dredging had pulled up a fact from those long-ago notes that narrowed things down somewhat: Nathalia Manata was going to have only minor sorcerous powers of her own, with the main threat coming from her ally, the high priest of an evil god. Either the god or the priest bore the distinctive name of "Carrion Wolfspur" - I couldn't actually remember which. But in any case, there was a cult involved, which meant an urban location big enough for the sect to regularly kidnap and sacrifice victims without disappearances being too obvious. Galufrand said he'd put his people to work on it.

And on top of all that, I'd gotten to delve back into Leyna's book of Elterawisse plays, received an incredible orgasm from her grinding and then sucking me, and now looked forward to eavesdropping on her with her all-nighter client in the room next door.

Not to mention the fact that sometime soon, I'd be mostly recovered and maybe Leyna would have at least part of an evening available for ...

Door slam.

Giggling.

Under the covers, my cock sprang to attention.

" ... dy to rip ... nt of that dress open and ... a double handful of those jugs!" came a man's voice through the wall that separated my room from number four. It had a lusty growl to it and got louder as though he were moving across the room toward our shared wall.

"Well I'd be happy to let you," Leyna replied, "but this dress cost me a shilling-and-a-half, so unless you care to replace it, I'll need to unlace it the old-fashioned way. But watch - see how quick I can be about it?"

I couldn't help noticing that her voice came out at a bolder volume than his. Was that for my benefit?

"Here, I'll help."

"Just a minute! They're not going to spoil!" An image of her skipping aside from meaty, grasping hands flitted into my head, dodging him with spirit as she continued to unlace. "Look - I'm almost done."

"Come here, then. Spill them out and let me give them a squeeze."

"Like this?"

My hard-on strained upward at the sheets and blankets that had it trapped. I resisted the urge to throw them aside and start whacking off - the last few days had taught me that would come to a premature conclusion.

"Glory!" he said.

"Mm-hmm. I've been told they have a certain charm."

"They've knocked me back to a swaddled babe - rrmph!"

"Ooh, yes, there's a nice nursing tike. Your mother must have had a right good time when you were - hey! Mind the teeth, now!"

"Haha!" He undid his belt vigorously enough for me to hear the buckle clank. "Trap this between them and give it a nice, pillowy hiding place, then."

"Oh, my - you're prodigious. That's not all going to hide between these, not by a stretch. But I'll coddle as much of it as I can." I heard the faint knee-to-plank sound of her getting down on the floor. "Here, how's that? Oh, and it's slicking me up already. I do like a bit of clean, clear man-syrup between my mounds ..."

"Ahhh ... yes, like that."

"Should we move to the bed and -"

"No, just keep dug-fucking me. Glor, but they're soft ..."

"Mm, more crystal cock-nectar. He's quite worked up, isn't he? So long, and solid."

I ran a hand across my lap, two blankets and a sheet separating the motion from my erection. Even though I kept my touch light, it felt heavenly. I thought about pulling the pillows from behind me and sandwiching my shaft between them the way Leyna had her trick engulfed in those beautiful, soft tits of hers. No, you'll just get carried away fucking them and spew all over the pillowcases.

Patience.

Patience.

"Okay, get it in your mouth now, lass."

"Just what I was hoping you'd say!"

A pause, then, "Aahhh! Ngggh, fuck, girl. Yes - but go deeper. Deeper! Oh, Glor, yes ..."

My prong burgeoned up against the sheets. I grazed its covered outline with my palm, making it throb so hard I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping. I tried to breathe as quietly as possible, hoping I might catch the sound of Leyna sloshing her mouth on and off his cock.

"Uh! Uh! Swallow me whole, slut!"

His crudity made me grimace, but my dick told me to cut the guy some slack. I mean, she's got to look and feel incredible doing that ... and he's not exactly being inaccurate with that word ...

In the other room, Leyna made some throaty sounds loud enough for me to hear. "Mmh! Glmmhh!"

"Yes, gulp it to the root! Ah! Fuck ..."

I stroked the bulge in my lap gently, in time to his moaning, imagining the pressure of my hand was Leyna's mouth instead.

Memories of her lips wrapped around my shaft welled up in my head: in the stables, with her soft, smooth face silhouetted by faint light from under the door; when I first woke from my poison fever, startled to find that the erotic sensations of my dream had a physical reality; when she gave me that angel's-breath-gentle blow job later the first evening, feather-dusting my hypersensitive shaft with the subtlest of oral manipulation; and of course when she'd hopped up from grinding me that morning to catch my orgasm in her mouth.

Closing my eyes to dive into those images and sensations, I whispered, "Jesus, Leyna ..."

"Mmmmmm!" she hummed from the other room. It almost made me come.

"Oh, yes, there's a naughty maid. Ahhgh - ah - get yourself deep enough to lick my balls, wench. That's it ..."

I could tell from the sounds: she was giving him her full enthusiasm. I tried to focus on that instead of his degrading tone. She knows he's talking himself into believing she's his plaything - she knows he's only getting it because she chooses to give it ... and he's certainly letting her know that he's getting it good.

With careful, slow strokes, I edged my dick toward orgasm, pausing whenever a throb warned me I was going too fast. Next door, the guy groaned and grunted from the amazing pleasure Leyna slathered around his cock, his sounds speeding up and getting louder moment by moment.

I was getting close, and I could tell he was too.

And then -

"All right, that's enough of your mouth. I'm ready to get you bent over the edge of that bed and spout my seed as far into you as it'll go."

Leyna managed to make her slurrrp off his schlong loud enough for me to hear.

"Just as you please," she said, in a breathless tone that made me imagine her naked breasts heaving. "Whoo!"

A bit of shuffling followed, along with the clonk of the bedframe against the wall.

"Glor and Ofara! That's the moon goddess's own lovely face right there!"

My imagination conjured her lush, bare behind revealed, skirt thrown up across her back so that the curves I'd watched so intently through her clothes now greeted the open air and her client's hungry eyes.

A light slap brought an "Ooh!" from Leyna and then a giggle. My fantasy visual added a wiggle of that magnificent ass as well.

"Yes," said the man's lust-roughened voice, "it's like Aradelune herself, eager to take my spill. Here, just let me scoot right in behind you, and ... ptu."

"Hey!" Leyna's tone froze my hand in place where I'd readied it to grasp and pump my cock through the covers. "I told you downstairs, there's only two of my holes for sale."

"Quit your squirming. I doubt that first gob got it wet enough for you to enjoy how this is going to feel going in."

"It's not going in - not there," Leyna insisted. I could hear the bedframe creaking now as she struggled.

"Oh, yes it is," he replied. "If I'm parting with a quarter shilling, I mean to part those cheeks of yours too, and get my wick into something tighter than a slut's over-used sheath."

"No ... STOP!"

By this point, I'd levered myself out of bed, head swimming as I lurched for the door. The fucking bastard!

The latch and knob did their best to foil my dizzy attempt to open the door. After a furious second, I managed it just as Leyna's voice shrieked, "Get off!"

"Leave her alone, you sack of shit ..." I tried to yell, scraping along the hallway toward number four, only the presence of the wall at my side keeping me from toppling over. I got to the asshole's door and rattled its knob - locked.

Gritting my teeth, I pushed back and took a couple of tottering, head-spinning steps, then crashed my weight as hard as I could against the door right by the lock. It made a loud slam and gave maybe a hair, but otherwise did nothing.

A scream came from inside the room.

Once, twice, three times as fast as I could, I pounded my body against the door, blood rushing in my ears and a dark tunnel forming around the edges of my vision. The third time, I heard a cracking sound - and then the door swung in - and -

I fell through the doorway to the floor, landing right at Leyna's feet. As I blinked up and she looked down, I realized her mouth was shut, but the screaming continued.

"Simon, what in -" Her face flashed through a storm of fear, rage, desperation, and concern.

"Leyna ..." My voice came out addled and confused. I looked around for the source of the screaming, and found a big, burly man with his pants around his ankles writhing on the floor not far away.

"Good night, Simon, you're in no condition to -"

"By the hairy bollocks hell of Nivdor's scrotum, what is going on here?"

Leyna's gaze left mine and went to the door. Blearily, I looked as well, to find Burgham filling the whole doorframe with his angry, fight-ready bulk.

"I'm sorry, Burgham," Leyna explained, hooking a thumb across her shoulder and nodding toward the still-screeching man. "Fellow tried to bugger me and I had to throw some eye-smarts across his face. I guess Simon heard and rushed over to help."

The innkeeper swept a look down the edge of the doorway and then growled. "He's half broke the lock! Damn it, that'll be a quarter-shilling or more to have Lobrim fix!"

"Well ..." Leyna said, uncertainly, "the noise did give me an extra second of distraction to get my locket open so I could splash the ass in his eyes."

Burgham watched her a moment, then glanced at the failed sodomite, who'd dropped to a weeping moan. Then he looked down at me.

"He'll still have to pay for the damage." The innkeep settled his fists on his hips and scowled. Then, after I guess he thought I'd had enough, his arms and hands relaxed. "All right, help me get him back to his sickbed and I'll drag the other cur out to the street."

* * *

In my room, once the grumbling innkeeper left, Leyna tucked me under the covers. I felt like an idiot and a baby, since she'd gotten herself out of her jam and unlocked the trick's door before I could do more than make a fool of myself. And hurt my shoulder.

But she put a hand on the side of my face and gave me a grateful look once she'd gotten the blankets up to my chin. "It was brave of you to come and try to help, Simon."

The feel of her palm against my skin and the look in her eyes made it hard to keep chastising myself. "Didn't really accomplish much, though."

She smiled. "No. That sort of thing doesn't happen often, but I do my best to be prepared."

"Eye-smarts?"

"Mm-hmm. He'll be blind or blurry-eyed through noon tomorrow, and his traveling company's left orders to be up at dawn, so they'll haul his sorry rump out of town before he recovers enough to make more trouble."

"I thought the locket was for purity oil."

With a laugh, she patted the little brass flask that hung from its chain around her neck. Just above the lush declivity of her bosom. "Oh, Simon. I drink an eighth-pint of purity oil every morning when I get up. 'Buy me a locketful' is just a phrase to a girl working the sheets. What I keep in here is for warding off a whole other brand of trouble."

"You're very smart, you know?"

She laughed again. "And you're very sweet - and brave too if you don't mind my saying it again. He'd have broken you in about five pieces, the shape you're in, if I hadn't already hit him with that splash. Did you see how big he was?"

"Not until it was too late," I said with a shrug. It made my shoulder hurt more. "For all I knew, he was a little runt of a guy and I could take him even being sick."

Her eyes rolled. "Trust me, if he'd been a runt, it wouldn't have took me that long to put him in his place. And you really did distract him, honest. He ..."

"What?" I asked, seeing her hesitate.

"He had his tip right up against my bunghole," she said, brows furrowed. "And he was pushing. I could feel - well, if you hadn't smacked into the door, he might've stuck it in. Partway at least. I'd still have doused his eyes before he could really get going. But that's not something I care to know how it feels."

"You've never, uh, done it in the ..."

"Phh!" she said, smiling. "Of course I've done it in the bum. Don't be silly. I've just never had it forced on me. And now I still haven't, and I'm giving you at least a smidge of the credit."

"Okay, then. Thank you."

Her blue eyes sparkled and she treated me to that laugh of hers again. "No, you daffy boy, I'm thanking you."

And she leaned and kissed me on the cheek, then watched me a moment more, looking thoughtful. Or mulling something over.

"Simon?" she asked, putting her lower lip between her teeth for a second. "Can I bring you something else to read?"

"Of course," I said. Why would she be worried about asking that? "Is it more Elterawisse?"

With a blush, she quickly said, "Not by half! Okay ... I'll be right back."

Springing up, she hurried to and out the door. I listened to her footfalls receding down the hall and then down the stairs. I tried to think if I'd populated Phaeland with any other noteworthy authors, but I came up with nothing Leyna would be likely to read. Most written works that figured in Juliette Ravendark's adventures ran along the lines of ancient cursed tomes and spellbooks, or histories written by obscure sages that held clues to whatever McGuffin I'd built the novel around.

When she returned, the serving girl had a thin, plainly bound book hugged to her bodice and a look on her face that mixed excitement and nerves.

"Now, I'll warn you, this is terrible, probably. I mean, I started it just after I turned to bedcraft for my spending money and had some extra to buy the journal from a passing merchant, and it took me two years of stopping and re-starting and scratching things out, and it's got to be drivel, I know. But ..."

She handed the narrow brown volume over to me. "It's a play. One I wrote myself. It's why I'm saving up to go to Silver City, or the capital - to see if ... well, to try to be a playwright. Like Elterawisse." Her eyes widened at her own words and her fingers leapt up to cover her mouth. "Oh, no, of course not like Elterawisse. I could never think to match him, I just ... that is ... Um, anyway, no one's ever read it."