The sun, even weak, stung Élise's eyes, still covered in dried slime that clung to her clothes. She reeked of the sickening mixture of the adventurer's body, her own dedication, and cold mucus. She had mischievously let Mark follow her, knowing he was still stewing over the pant-cleaning scene. The walk back to town was done in silence, a silence heavy with fatigue, but also with the strange satisfaction of having fulfilled her duty. She was exhausted, but a secret fire still burned within her.
Upon their arrival in town, Élise's first thought was for water. For cleansing heat. She headed without hesitation towards the public baths, the scent of soap and warm water calling to her like a siren.
"Go on, go clean up, Mark! See you soon," she told him, a small smile touching her lips.
She watched him walk away towards the men's section, then plunged into the women's area, eager to shed that layer of grime and release the tension in her muscles.
I went into the changing room. I saw a bench and, right there, Stéphanie, the innkeeper's daughter, undressing. She was even more charming without her serving uniform; her red hair, usually braided, cascaded softly over her bare shoulders, and her generous curves were more apparent under the layers she was removing.
"Hi Stéphanie. Are you here to take a bath too?" I asked her.
"Yes, I have to take one before the customers arrive, and you?" she replied. "I need to be impeccable for the evening service."
"We just finished a quest and we're taking a bath before we go to the guild to file our report," I explained, a sigh of exhaustion escaping me despite myself.
I sat down next to her. As I took off my shoes, a strong smell of sweat and damp earth came off them, mingling with the air. Then, I began to remove my priestess's robe. The dried slime had caked onto the fabric and stuck to my skin like a second skin, forcing me to pull and tug, my body tense. Every movement was an effort. Once freed, the robe gave off a persistent smell of mud and sour sweat, a cave smell that seemed to cling to my soul as much as to my clothes.
Stéphanie wrinkled her nose, a flash of disgust crossing her face before she resumed her pleasant expression.
"Your robe, you'll have to wash it thoroughly before you wear it again. Or... do you want another set of clothes? I have some spares here, I can lend you a set if you want."
"Yes, I think so," I replied, a deep disgust for the robe showing on my face. "To think I'll never wear this horror again..."
My gaze lingered for a moment on the soiled robe. Stéphanie smiled, then nodded towards the entrance of the bath. Together, we walked towards the water.
Then, we went towards the baths. The hot steam immediately enveloped me, a true relief.
"I think you might need some help washing?" Stéphanie asked me, her voice soft and attentive.
"Yes, I do, it's everywhere," I replied with a disgusted look, pointing to the persistent traces of slime on my skin.
I sat on a small wooden stool and took a bar of soap. I began to scrub my skin to remove all the grime. Meanwhile, Stéphanie positioned herself behind me and started washing my hair. Her nimble fingers massaged my scalp, lathering the shampoo that smelled of fresh herbs.
"You have very beautiful hair," she complimented me, her voice close to my ear.
"Yes, but I don't have your magnificent hair color," I retorted with a small, slightly embarrassed laugh.
Then, with a sudden and bold movement, her hands slid down my shoulders to take hold of my breasts. She began to knead them gently but firmly, her thumbs brushing my nipples through the water.
"You have wonderful breasts; they're very firm and generous. But they are incredibly dirty," she said, continuing to feel them with an insistent curiosity.
"Yes, the slime didn't miss me. It jumped on me and tried to suffocate me, all while resting on my breasts. Luckily, Mark was there to save me," I said, feeling my cheeks flush, torn between embarrassment and a strange sensation.
Once my breasts were washed, she began to take care of my back. The feeling was incredibly pleasant and soft. It was as if two soft pillows were rubbing my skin, a warm, enveloping caress that made me shiver with pleasure.
"You're good at this," I told her, letting myself go to the pure bliss of the moment.
"I know, I was spoiled by nature," she whispered in my ear, her voice warm and soft against my wet skin.
I then turned around and understood. Stéphanie was rubbing my back with her own breasts. That's why the sensation was so warm and so... peculiar. A soft blush rose to my cheeks, but I did not turn away.
"I hope you'll take just as good care of me afterward?" Stéphanie whispered in my ear, her voice warm and slightly teasing, her breasts pressed against my back.
"Of course, I'll help you," I replied, a colder tone than expected creeping into my voice. "But I noticed you've been making advances to my husband."
Jealousy welled up inside me, reviving the memory of all the times Stéphanie had dared to flirt with Mark, with no discretion whatsoever. Stepping behind her to take over and start washing her hair, I grabbed a few strands, my fingers clenching a little too hard.
"Yes, it's true, I've made advances to Mark," Stéphanie admitted without hesitation, a slight laugh betraying her amusement. "He's very cute. All women are attracted to him, and he's also attracted to all those women."
"I know, I can't get him to look only at me," I replied, my voice betraying deep bitterness and a hint of despair.
Stéphanie looked into my eyes, her smile softening a little.
"But on the other hand, I'm sure of one thing: you're the only one in his heart. You don't have to fear other women. He even refused my advances."
A sigh of relief escaped me.
"That reassures me," I murmured, my heart a little lighter.
But her gaze became more serious.
"But I think you should give him more freedom, otherwise he'll eventually betray you."
The shock wave was instantaneous. My muscles tensed.
"But I'm afraid he'll break from their contact," I confessed, my voice becoming smaller, almost a whisper of anxiety.
"That's why you have to make him stronger," Stéphanie declared, her gaze intense, unyielding. "If you want, I could help you."
"I'm done, we're going into the bath. I'll see what I'll do," I added, my voice weaker than I would have liked.
We both went into the bath. I sat down, and Stéphanie immediately leaned on me, her back resting against my breasts. I felt the warmth of her body, her generous curves, settling against me.
"You know you're very beautiful too? I wouldn't mind making love to you," she whispered in my ear, in a sensual and deep voice, her warm breath caressing my skin.
"I'll think about it," I replied, my face and body completely red, my heart pounding wildly.
We continued to relax in the bath for a while longer, enjoying the enveloping warmth, the soft steam, and the unexpected closeness. Then, we got out of the water, the fresh air grabbing us slightly.
"So, where are the clothes you offered me?" I asked, a shiver running through me.
"Here they are," Stéphanie said, handing me a clean maid's outfit.
I put on the maid's outfit. It was a very pretty outfit, made of a light fabric, which delicately showed off my shoulders. The fitted bodice stopped just above my nipples, leaving them subtly hinted at, without being fully revealed. As for the skirt, it was quite short, covering only the top of my thighs, but it went down far enough to hide the essentials.
We left the changing room. We waited a little for Mark to come out. When he finally appeared, he was all red, maybe from the heat of the baths, or maybe from embarrassment.
"Hello Stéphanie. Did you enjoy your bath?" Mark asked, looking a little out of breath.
"Yes, we had a good time," Stéphanie said, giving me a knowing wink, which made me feel a flush rise to my cheeks.
Mark's gaze fell on me, and his eyes widened slightly.
"You have a very beautiful outfit!" Mark said to me, scrutinizing me from head to toe, a slight smile on his lips that left me in no doubt about his thoughts.
"You could even help me with my service, we're always short-handed during peak hours," Stéphanie said with a smile, giving a meaningful look at Élise's outfit.
"Not today, maybe tomorrow," I replied. "We're going to the guild to confirm our quest."
"See you later!" Stéphanie said to them, with an added mischievous wink.
We went to the guild to confirm the mushroom quest. We entered the guild, where the same familiar atmosphere reigned, a mix of clanking weapons and adventurers' murmurs. We headed towards the secretary.
"Hello again, we have finished our quest," I said to her, taking the mushrooms out of my satchel.
She raised an eyebrow, a slight amused smile stretching her thin lips.
"Oh! You survived. I guess you're more skilled than I thought," she said in a monotone voice, but with a glimmer of approval in her eyes, as she took the mushrooms and prepared the reward.
"We also recovered some slime fluids and goblin materials," I added, placing the gooey vials and some rough hides on the counter.
The secretary looked at them dubiously, then raised an eyebrow.
"You can sell the bone powder to the sorceress and the hides to the blacksmith to make new clothes. Although, between you and me, I don't recommend it, because goblins stink," she said with a deeply disgusted look, waving her hand in front of her nose. "But I'll take the slime," she added, putting a few more coins on the pile she had already prepared.
"So, how much money did we make?" Mark asked, his eyes shining.
"Twenty-seven coins for you," she replied, handing him a pile of coins with an amused look.
We went straight back to the inn for a meal. The smell of hot food and the familiar sounds of the common room relaxed us a little after this busy day. Once our stomachs were full, we went up to our room, eager to be alone.
As soon as the door closed behind us, I moved closer to Mark, my gaze seeking his. At the same time as I reached out to kiss him, my hands began to undo the first buttons of his shirt.
Mark, surprised by my uncharacteristic but welcome boldness, smiled and placed his hands on my hips, returning my kiss. My fingers continued to slide, quickly undoing the last buttons, before moving on to his belt, then his pants. I felt my body heating up, a mix of love and that strange excitement that the conversation with Stéphanie had reignited in me.
As his pants fell to the floor, revealing his underwear, I knelt before him, my gaze plunged into his. My heart was pounding. The smell of his body, a mixture of salty sweat and fresh outdoor air, intoxicated me. I leaned down and, without a word, ran my tongue over the fabric of his boxer shorts, where I imagined the semen was still absorbed.
Mark started, his breath catching.
"Élise? What are you...?"
I looked up at him, a mysterious smile stretching my lips. My thoughts were a whirlwind, between ardent desire, the persistent jealousy, and Stéphanie's words about "freedom" and "strength." I needed to know how far his desire went, how far he was able to follow me. Didn't the Goddess of Love advocate for exploring the deepest desires?
Without waiting for a response, I removed his underwear. My gaze fell on his crotch. His dick was not yet fully erect, but I could feel its eagerness to stand up. A slight tension ran through it. I then approached my face and, in a gesture I knew was bold, I kissed his glans, feeling the smooth and slightly clammy skin against my lips.
Then, my tongue got to work. I began to lick his penis, my warm and wet tongue wrapping around it with a devotion I didn't know I had. I traced spirals along his shaft, savoring every part of his flesh that was slowly hardening under my assaults. Mark groaned softly, his hands resting on my head, without pushing me away.
But another impulse, almost a morbid curiosity fueled by the smells of the quest and Stéphanie's words, prompted me to move away from his shaft for a moment. I began to sniff his balls. The smell that came from them was pungent, distinct, and intense with sweat. My nose wrinkled, but a strange fascination held me back. It was a cute smell like Mark's, then I took a ball in my mouth and played with it as if it were a candy to suck on.
I got up and slowly began to undress, letting my maid's outfit slide off my body. The light fabric first revealed my shoulders, then slid over my breasts, freeing them. I saw Mark's excitement soar, his gaze devouring me from head to toe. He was as hard as a bull, his body tense with impatience, his hands clenching the sheets beneath him.
"Today, I want to try something new," I said softly, pointing to my vagina. "I would like you to penetrate me."
Mark lay down on the bed, his breath growing shorter. I put a knee on each side of his body, straddling him. My pelvis was just above his, our gazes connected in a feverish anticipation.
I then took his penis in my hand and caressed its tip, my thumb brushing against his glans. Desire was escaping from his sex, and I saw him lift his pelvis a little, already seeking penetration. The tension was at its peak.
I took his penis in my hands and gently guided it towards my vagina. The feeling of contact caused a shiver in my body. I felt him enter me, slowly, a sigh of ease escaping me despite myself. It was so warm, so full. I then began to make up-and-down movements, feeling his shaft rub against the wet walls of my vagina, each back-and-forth creating a delicious friction. Mark buried his hands in my hair and began to moan, his voice full of pleasure. The rhythm intensified. I then sought his gaze, wanting him to see the same ecstasy in my eyes.
I leaned in to kiss him. Our mouths connected, our tongues intertwined, and we exchanged our saliva, one with the other, as if to form a single person. Meanwhile, I continued to feel him inside me; it was incredible, we were united. Then, Mark began to suck my breasts like a baby. It was so cute and tender. He sucked my nipple so hard it seemed like he wanted to get milk out of it. I began to stroke his hair, his forehead, the back of his neck, while I continued my pelvic movements, swaying to the rhythm of his caresses. I felt his penis begin to contract, ready to release its semen.
He let go of my breast and began to moan, a deep, hoarse sound. His body stiffened, and he ejaculated his sperm inside me. It was a sensation of intense fullness, of warmth spreading within me. Once he was finished, he withdrew his penis. I suddenly felt empty, as if all the energy in the room had left with him.
"That was incredible," he said, panting, his eyes shining with satisfaction.
"Yes," I replied, trying to hide the disappointment that was squeezing my throat. "I would have liked it to last longer."
Then, we collapsed onto the bed. He took me in his arms, my head on his chest, and we fell asleep in each other's arms, our bodies still intertwined.