[ He lowers his bag as she moves closer, losing sight of her when she steps in from behind to reach around him and unlatch his cloak, the heavy fabric dropping in a heap around his boots. His waistcoat and shirt aren't entirely dry either, it can't be pleasant for her to be that near; when he realises she's crowding in and those are breasts against his back he swallows and sends a curt mental warning to his dick not to react.
Just before her hands can slide too low, he turns and takes them in his own. She's beautiful. It's a little jarring each time he looks at her, having seen only plain faces of mostly humans for days since leaving Rexxentrum to the west, the farmland and rough hills don't make for interesting or welcoming folk, especially not when you're tall and green. This must be the first time that not just a woman but a person has touched him in ... months? Yes. Months since he left Molly and Jester on the coast.
He tries to focus on how his hair is damply dripping down the back of his neck instead of how buxom and lovely his hostess is and mildly succeeds, the softness of her hands in the calloused roughness of his a striking contrast. Sincerity colours his blush. ]
I really did pay just for the bed. You don't need to flatter me, I'm not going to take offense if you don't. I won't hurt you. [ It feels necessary to add that, in case she's nervous and just going through the motions to tire out a would-be aggressive client. ] What's your name?
oh lawd she comin
Just before her hands can slide too low, he turns and takes them in his own. She's beautiful. It's a little jarring each time he looks at her, having seen only plain faces of mostly humans for days since leaving Rexxentrum to the west, the farmland and rough hills don't make for interesting or welcoming folk, especially not when you're tall and green. This must be the first time that not just a woman but a person has touched him in ... months? Yes. Months since he left Molly and Jester on the coast.
He tries to focus on how his hair is damply dripping down the back of his neck instead of how buxom and lovely his hostess is and mildly succeeds, the softness of her hands in the calloused roughness of his a striking contrast. Sincerity colours his blush. ]
I really did pay just for the bed. You don't need to flatter me, I'm not going to take offense if you don't. I won't hurt you. [ It feels necessary to add that, in case she's nervous and just going through the motions to tire out a would-be aggressive client. ] What's your name?