Liona's fingers shook slightly as she reached for my trousers, her breath quickening while she tugged them down impatiently.
My cock sprang free, already rigid and straining upward, the head glistening. She leaned in close, her pointed ears twitching, and she inhaled the musky scent of my length, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"Mmm... your scent... i love it..." she murmured in a husky tone, her eyes half-lidded with desire.
Her tongue darted out, tracing teasing circles around the swollen tip, sending a jolt through me.
I let out a low grunt, my hand instinctively moving to rest on her head, fingers grippingher hair lightly.
She pressed a kiss to my tip, then dragged her tongue in a slow stripe from the base all the way up, savoring every vein along the way.
"Liona..." I breathed, my grip tightening a bit as she parted her lips and took me in. Her throat relaxed with practiced ease, taking me deeper until her nose brushed my pelvis, her warm mouth enveloping me completely in slick heat. She held there for a beat, eyes locking onto mine from below with no hint of resistance.
Then she started moving, pulling back until just the tip remained between her lips, then sliding forward again with a wet glide. Saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin and onto the curve of her breasts. The sight made my hips twitch forward involuntarily.
She pulled off with a gasp, and a thick string of saliva connected her swollen lips to my throbbing shaft. Her tongue swirled around the head, lapping at the pre-cum beading there, before she dove back down, sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing with each bob.
"Nngh... deeper," I growled, my fingers curling in her hair as the pressure built low inside me. She hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls, and quickened her pace—loud, sloppy thrusts of her mouth that had me gritting my teeth. Drool slicked my length, making every movement louder and messier, drivingme toward my climax.
My release hit me like a truck. I gripped her hair firm, pinning her head against my pelvis as I erupted, thick pulses flooding her throat.
She made muffled sounds—soft gags turning to swallows—as she took it all, her tongue pressing flat to milk out every drop. Waves upon waves of pleasure rolled through me, my thighs tensing under her hands.
Finally, I came down from my high, letting go of her head, and she withdrew slowly, lips dragging along my softening cock with a final lick to clean me up.
I pulled my trousers back up and tucked myself back in, still catching my breath, while she wiped her chin with the back of her hand.
She looked up at me, voice rough from working me. "Did you enjoy it?"
I nodded, smirking. "You're something else with that mouth of yours."
Her eyes sparkled. "Does that mean you forgive me?"
Another nod from me, and she smiled wide, rising to her feet. "Good. That means I'll also be taking those ten gold coins."
She brought out the small bag, counting out the coins with quick fingers and pocketing them.
"What do you plan to use them for?" I asked, curious
Liona shot me a playful smile over her shoulder. "You ask a lot of questions, don't you?"
She turned to the exit, "Come on, let's go buy you clothes."
We stepped out of the secluded spot together, weaving back into the bustling market crowd.