Chapter 1 - Welcome Inn

Mid-Afternoon

Idriel couldn't believe his luck. The wagon he was riding had lost its wheel halfway through Ashenvale. The sun was far hotter than weather predictions suggested. All he wanted was to make it to the nearest village and rest for the night. But he found his way was barred when he reached the checkpoint between Ashenvale and the barrens.

Idriel sighed and ran a hand through his crimson hair. The elf's fingers swept away the sweat that clung to his well-done locks. He flicked his hand as flecks of sweat rained on the dusty road. Then he gestured to the Horde recruit he was speaking to about the situation.

"Look, I get it…" Idriel said to the Tauren with the bright red tabard over his chest, "...but I've been stomping through the forest all day. Can't you just let me through? I can still reach the oasis and set up camp if you…"

The Tauren shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I am sorry traveler…” the tauren grunted, “but I have my orders. The checkpoint is closed until the investigation is complete.” He then held up a hand and counted off his fingers as he answered the obvious questions. “I don’t know how long that will be. I can’t spare tents and canteens. And you can’t set up a tent within our patrol space.”

“Then am I supposed to just go back to the forest?” Idriel said. “I’m too tired to reach Splintertree Post by nightfall. And I think I saw harpies so…”

Idriel didn’t finish the thought. While harpies never really hurt him, he had very recent memories of being plucked and carried to a nest to breed and he was too tired and sweaty to deal with it.

The Tauren tapped his cheek and hummed at the elf. He then snapped his fingers and gestured to the west.

“You know…if you don’t mind a small hike up a trail, you could visit the Mountain Carp Inn.”

Idriel perked his brow. “The Mountain Carp? Don’t think I’ve heard of it.”

The guard chuckled and rubbed a thumb across his snout. “I’m not surprised. It has only been open for a half year or so. I only found out about it when the owner, Min-Soo visited the border to greet us. In fact, It is something of a shared secret between us and the Kal’dorei of Ashenvale.”

A shared secret? Idriel wondered. It must be neutral ground, then.

The guard’s chest rose as he drew in a deep breath. He gazed towards the west. Idriel saw something resembling wistfulness and longing in the guard’s expression.

“You will be cared for. Especially if Min-Soo is there.”

Idriel tapped his cheek.

“Then Min-Soo isn’t the only owner?”

The Tauren chuckled.

“Oh no, her eldest daughter works there as well. She is a wonderful hostess as well, but Min-Soo takes a hands-on approach with guests she likes. And you seem like the type she would enjoy.”

Idriel beamed and bobbed his head. He spun on his heel, took a few steps to the west, then turned and looked at the Tauren over his shoulder.

“Then I thank you! I’ll take my leave then and will see you as soon as the border opens.” Idriel said.

The Tauren laughed and waved him away.

“I’m sure you will. Make sure you rest up and eat well. She may be more tiring than you thought.”

Idriel blinked. The elf raised a finger and gestured to the Tauren. But the guard had already turned away and walked back to his post. It seemed that the conversation was over.

Idriel hummed and folded his arms across his chest. There was something oddly worrying about the tauren’s last suggestion.

Tiring? He thought, But didn’t he also say she was kind and doting?

The elf weighed his options and considered what little he knew about The Mountain Carp and its unknown owner. He then wondered if it may have been smarter to venture back into the forest to reach Splintertree Post. Both options had their pros and cons.

But then he heard the squawk of a large bird or harper echoing out from the ancient forest and felt his feet throb within his boots. The sun was already falling on the horizon, casting the sky in a rich orange hue. And his stomach growled as he thought of the promise of a fresh-cooked Pandaren dinner.

Surely Min-Soo can’t be all that bad? The elf thought. So let’s get on our way.

The elf then turned towards the west and strode forth towards The Mountain Carp Inn. He never noticed the Tauren watching him leave. Nor did he hear the guard say, "I wonder when Min-Soo will let that one go."

~~~

Early Evening

It didn't take Idriel long to find that path along the mountain range. It was a mountain trail that began welcoming enough, with the presence of a stone-wrought statue depicting a Pandaren motioning towards it. The path itself was wide and winding but the dirt seemed soft on the elf's feet and the incline was a gentle slope. The crags and spires were high enough to block the setting sun's rays as well as limit how much of the wind could blow chills and dust against him.

It reminded Idriel of the nature trails he grew up with near the Eversong Woods, at least excusing the lack of grass and fruit-bearing trees or the smell of thistle on the wind.

At the end of the trail was a large Pandaren-style pagoda, with a circular foundation and four levels of overhanging roofs stacked atop one another. Each level had three or four windows that the elf could see, with flickering lights visible on the first two levels. The pagoda seemed to be constructed out of wood and stone. With stonework forming a solid round foundation and wood panels rising ever higher at each level.

The construction of the building was so out of place, especially on the border mountain between Ashenvale and The Barrens. And yet, Idriel felt cozy as he looked over the building. Because the color of the stones and trees resembled the land surrounding it. And it had a timeless appearance that made it seem as if the building had sprouted up from the earth.

Idriel was so enraptured by the magical structure, that he missed it a Pandaren woman approached him and rested a palm on his chest.

“Oh! Greetings Visitor,” said the woman, “Welcome to The Mountain Carp Inn. Will you be staying with me tonight?”

The woman's sudden presence snapped Idriel out of his reverie. He blinked and looked down into the woman's face.

The woman had a cute face with soft chubby cheeks and eyes that glowed with a pale blue light. Her hair was a black bouncing bob tied down with large silver needles in the rear, except for a handsful streak of pink locks that swept down over her right eye. Her smile was curled in an encouraging angle, with a hint of teeth peeking out as if to bite a lip.

“I..I–With you?” Idriel stammered as his mind caught up to what the woman had said.

The Pandaren swept her palm over Idriel's chest. Her fur was soft as it swept along his sweat-stained shirt. Her paws were curled just enough that her sharp claws scratched in that same soothing motion. And all the while, the woman turned her head and stared into the elf's eyes as if daring him to look away.

“But of course. You came all the way up that mountain trail to drop by, haven’t you? Surely you don’t intend to sleep on the steps. Summer nights are always so chilly near The Barrens, and I could keep you warm.”

The elf sucked in a breath. He lowered his gaze to break the hold this woman’s eyes had over him. 

But then he noticed the pale pink and green robes the woman wore and how little it did to hide her figure. The woman’s bust was massive with mounds that looked too large to hold even with both of his hands. His eyes then roamed around until his attention sank into the gulf between her massive tits. And it was only then that he noticed the scent of lemongrass perfume that caressed the woman.

“I…I…” Idriel said.

"Shhhh…" the Pandaren said, "You must be very tired from your journey. Please, come with me. I'll make you a tasty dinner then show you to the baths and your room for the evening. Just follow me and tell me your name."

The woman closed her claws around Idriel’s shirt and tugged him towards the pagoda. She swayed her hips side to side as she moved, which only emphasized the woman’s generous curves and ample figure.

“Yes gladly. I am Idriel.” he said. “I was told that you could take care of me while the checkpoint is closed.”

The woman’s eyes lit up. She parted her maw and made an ‘aha’ sound as if realizing something for the very first time. But she never slowed as she guided Idriel towards her inn and her eyes never left the elf’s face.

“Idriel? A good name that rolls off the tongue so well. I bet it will be just as enjoyable to say again and again.”

He gulped down the tension he felt. It was almost as if the woman exuded a certain lust in everything she did or said. But Idriel didn't yet see things that way and thought that, perhaps, he was just tired and sensitive to the kindness of an older woman. But his body grew hot, his cheeks reddened, and his pants grew tighter in response. As if his body understood what was to come better than he could have.

“You must be Min-Soo?” Idriel said. “A tauren guard mentioned I would find you or one of your daughters here.”

The Pandaren giggled in response. Idriel could have sworn that the woman licked her muzzle and wiggled just a little more than she had up to that point. But the moment was brief and he couldn't focus enough to be certain.

“Mmm yes. Nosh visits whenever his duties allow. He’s always so kind to this sweet old woman. I’m afraid though that my daughter is away visiting her other sisters for a beach party in The Eastern continent. So it is just you and me for as long as I can…entertain you.”

Min-Soo backed up to the pagoda door and pushed it open with her bottom. She then pulled Idriel inside and bade him to shut the door behind him. The elf did just that and wondered if he had fallen into peril once more.

But such concerns flitted away as the woman guided him to a table and gestured for him to sit.

"I don't know how long The Horde will keep the way barred," Min-Soo said as she tiptoed around just behind Idriel's left shoulder. "But I will tend to all of your needs, my sweet honored guest."

The Pandaren leaned in so her muzzle was inches away from the elf's ear. She then spoke in a breathless hiss as her blue eyes cast a mischievous and wicked light upon his skin.

“All you have to do is ask. Then you can take whatever you desire. But first…you eat. My honored guest will need all of his strength.”

Idriel blinked and turned to ask what the Pandaren had meant. But Min-Soo had already backed away and skipped across the room towards the kitchens. He breathed deep and watched the bouncy sway of the woman's seat as she moved out of view. Then he reached down and adjusted his pants so his hard-on wasn't quite so obvious.

“Take your time!"
~~~

Later

As the evening wore on, Idriel was as tense as could be.  He had never considered that dinner could be the most stressful part of his day. But then again, he had never had dinner with a woman like Min-Soo.

The Pandaren was as kind and sweet as could be. She made sure that his glass was never empty and was generous with the food she prepared for him. She was patient and considerate in conversation and never allowed the conversation to stray too far into her affairs. She complimented him often, calling him cute while admiring his toned and fit body. It made the elf feel as if her job was to dote and care for him.

And he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed it.

She’d often reach across the table or press her bust against his shoulder blade as he regaled her with stories of adventures and journeys abroad. This squished her ample bust against his skin and brushed his flesh with her soft warm fur. His sweaty musk blended with the scent of her lemongrass perfume and turned his thoughts to lurid thoughts he dared not share. Especially when she met his eyes and purred or called him “My sweet little guest.”

His cheeks burned by the time dinner was done. Breathing felt like an impossible challenge. The elf dared not rise from his seat as he couldn't stop imagining what the pandaren's maw would feel like surrounding his thick hard shaft. The man's flesh yearned for her touch. There was an insatiable craving for praise for the body he sculpted over years of work.

He was on the cusp of surrendering to these nameless urges. But then she got up, collected his plates and cups, then sashayed away to clean them.

It gave Idriel a moment to collect himself. The tingles waned little by little until they were small brushes of sensation across his flesh. The scent of lemongrass faded from his mind until they were just the merest lingering impressions his subconscious clutched with all their might. And the lurid thoughts of the woman throwing him down for a good hard ride…

Well, those thoughts remained. But they were far easier to control when she wasn’t in view.

So he was almost grateful to his hostess when her voice called out to him from behind the kitchen door.

“My sweet little guest,” she said, “I will take you to your room. Please go down the hall to the first door on the right. Water spirits will prepare a bath for you. You may leave your clothes by the door and trust that I shall have them cleaned and waiting for you in your room.”

Idriel turned his head and looked down the hall. Several magical lanterns hung from glowing hooks, like small spirits of fire dancing in glass cages. It seemed like an ordinary and inviting hallway. 
It was exactly what he expected of a welcoming inn.

Idriel turned back towards the kitchen and parted his lips to speak. But he ultimately dared not respond to the matron of the house. He couldn't shake off thoughts about the woman's sensual being and the aura she exuded of being on the prowl. Which would, of course, make him her prey.

The elf rose from his seat and walked on shaky legs down the hall. He stopped outside the door the woman had indicated and looked towards the dining room. He was relieved when he saw no sign of Min-Soo watching him. So he felt relaxed enough to strip out of his clothes and leave them and his pack by the door.

He then grabbed the handle of the sliding door and threw it open.

Shoooop Rattle Clack!

Idriel was surprised by the room beyond the door. The floor was built with smooth gray stones. Five long stone steps rose from the center of the room until they reached just beneath the lip of a wide pale-blue stone tub. The bath was full of steamy water that was poured in from the open mouth of a vaguely feline statue that was halfway up the wall. The room smelled faintly of rose and the water had the slight sheen of essential oils.

Did the spirits prepare this during dinner? Idriel wondered. He then shrugged and stepped inside, then shut the door behind him.

Shoooop Rattle Clack!

The elf sighed as the steam rushed against him. It felt like a warm blanket surrounding his tired sweaty body. The roaring hiss from the fountain statue was like a whisper coaxing him to listen. And he found himself crossing the room, climbing the steps, then sinking inside the bath. Then he leaned back and shut his eyes, relaxing as the water rose to just beneath his pecs.

“Ahhhh, this is nice.” He said as the tensions seemed to fade away.

Brush Click Brush Click

The elf missed the sound at first. Was hard to listen for soft and subtle sounds as his stress melted away within the steaming bath. He could barely even remember why he was worried at all or why his cock was as hard as it was during that evening’s meal.

Brush Click Brush Click Brush Click

The footsteps were louder then. Loud enough that Idriel thought to open his eyes. He sat up and felt compelled to watch the only door to the bath. And soon enough, he saw a silhouette visible through the flickering lanterns in the hallway beyond. And the sight he beheld seized his attention.

The woman’s curves were on full display. With the shadows of a large bust and shapely rear pressed against the thin paper screen door. She moved with a gentle grace that was proud, flirty, and sinuous. The elf stared as the shadow bent over at the hips, while thick arms reached down and plucked his clothes and pack from the ground.

Idriel groaned at the sight. It was hard to be a man like him and watch the woman’s shadow at work. He imagined the pandaren’s large flopping breasts swinging as she moved. He then pictured the gentle wobbling sway of what he thought was a big fat ass.

“Ohh by the sun and stars…” Idriel murmured as his hands reached down between his thighs. 

He closed his fingers around his dick and found that it was growing stiff and erect as blood rushed to his girthy inches. His cheeks flushed as he stroked himself with a slow and steady motion. And though shame made his cheeks warm and red, he couldn't look away from the sight just beyond the door.

“My sweet little guest…” Min-Soo said in a purring tone, “When you leave, just go down the hall to the last door on the right. That will be your room. I’ll be in bed, so please don’t worry about keeping the water warm for me.”

“Mmmm, yes Min-Soo”, Idriel said.

“You sound stressed, my sweet little guest.” said the woman, “If you wish to, you may call me mistress instead.”

Mistress?! Idriel thought. He wanted to ask her what she meant, but his eyes couldn’t look away from the curves her shadow emphasized.

The Pandaren giggled and said nothing more. She then stood and slung his burdens into her arms. She then swayed her hips from side to side and rubbed the bundle of clothes against her breasts. Or at least, so it seemed. Then she stepped three, four, then five steps down the hall until she was out of view.

Idriel thought about the hostess and owner of The Mountain Carp. And for a moment he wondered if he would have preferred the woman to join him or not. He found his answer when his dick twitched and pulsed inside of his grip.

His cheeks burned as he shut his eyes, tightened his grip, then imagined what could have been.
~~~
Early That Night

“Oh no no NO! I fell asleep!”

Idriel gasped and clambered out of the tub, splashing water every which way. He then rolled around until he found his footing and pushed himself back to his feet. He then looked around as his heart raced and took in his surroundings.

The water was cool and steam had no longer clouded the air. The fire spirits no longer danced inside their lanterns and were content with a lazy flickering glow. And the thick ropes of cum he splashed down the steps before the tub, were already sticky and cold.

He spotted the window high above the statue fountain. Through it, he could see the majestic blue-black sky that hung over Azeroth's nights, with twinkling stars splattered across the endless expanse like small winking wisps.

How long did I sleep? Idriel wondered as he looked from one side of the room to the other. Does it even matter? I need to clean up!

The elf looked around the room. But he didn’t find anything to clean up his mess with; no buckets, no towels, not even a soiled garment to sacrifice to the cause of modesty. Then he recalled that Min-Soo had taken his clothes to launder, and put his packs in the room down the hall.

“That’s it!” Idriel said. “I have some washcloths in my pack!”

Idriel rushed to the sliding door. He then dug his fingers into the door handle and slid it open in a deliberately slow motion.

He peeked into the hallway and looked up and down in both directions. He didn’t see anyone in either direction. The elf then tiptoed down the hall and held his breath as he stepped.

He finally reached the end of the hall and reached for the door on the right. He slid it open as slowly as he could and stepped inside as soon as the opening was just wide enough.

Shoooop Rattle Clack!

The elf shut his eyes and released his breath. He rested against the door, then wiped a thumb across his brow.

Once I’m calm… Idriel thought I'll grab my stuff, clean up, then go to bed.

He opened his eyes expecting to find an empty room. But instead, he saw his hostess sitting down at the foot of the bed, with one juicy leg thrown over the other.

“M-Min-Soo?!” Idriel stammered. “W–what are you doing here?”

The Pandaren smiled at Idriel and then clapped her palms together. A lantern on the east side of the room flared to life as a fire spirit within danced at the hostess' command. That warm light illuminated the room for all to see, with a large soft bed dominating the comfortable luxurious space.

But Idriel didn’t bother to look at anything in the room, except for the Pandaren.

The woman was dressed in a gauzy silk gown that did nothing to hide her voluptuous body. Her full breasts wobbled and jiggled with every motion as she rose from the foot of the bed. Her soft round tummy and wide motherly hips pressed against the sides of the pale-red garment. Her long fluffy tail swept down and swayed lazily from side to side. And her tongue flicked out and moistened the edge of her maw, as she sashayed closer step by step.

“What do you mean, my sweet little pet?” she said with a distinct purr in her voice. “Did you not hear me say that I would be in bed? If anything I should ask you, why did you take so long to come to your mistress?”

The matronly innkeeper stopped directly in front of the elf. She smiled a wicked smile as she pushed her breasts into him and pinned him against the wall. She tilted her chin back and gazed into his eyes, then hummed as she waited for him to speak.

Idriel tried to look away, but his eyes were trapped between the lust in her eyes and the ample cleft between her breasts. His body tingled at how good it felt, especially when he caught the scent of lemongrass as it caressed his senses.

“P-pet?” Idriel decided to ask. “I thought I was your guest.”

“Oh you are, Idriel. But did you also forget I said you could call me mistress while you stay? That’s because until I bid you farewell, you are my pet to please and take pleasure from.”

Min-Soo leaned forward and brushed a kiss across Idriel’s lips. The touch was soft and sweet. Her tongue was warm as it slapped across his, then twirled around to explore his mouth.

She broke the kiss slapped her palms against his chest and curled her paws until he felt the pinch of her claws. She then wiggled her hips as she lowered herself down his body. His body tingled with every moment that passed as the soft silk caressed his flesh and the weight of her chubby body squished down on his hard angles and lines. He felt her nipples harden as she moved and heard her purrs grow more and more feral. And when he dared look down to watch her, his eyes behind her big round ass as it wiggled in sheer delight. He dared not move or speak, even when she squatted down low enough that she could lean forward and kiss each of his cum-filled balls.

Kiss Kiss

The motion was impossibly erotic to the brave elf. Everything the matron did was tempered, measured, and intended for seduction. He had little chance to ward off the woman's insatiable desires, even if he wished to on his best days. But the elf was tired from a long journey and his body screamed for the woman's attention. His mind craved the possibility of sex with the mother of three. And that desire betrayed itself, when his dick twitched and throbbed, then hardened enough to slap the woman across her snout.

Min-Soo grabbed the elf's dick and "Oooh" and "ahhh" as she stroked it from tip to base. She then looked up and locked eyes with the elf as she beat that thick length against her cheek.

“You could send me away, you know?” she said with a hiss. “If you do not want me then I shall return to my room and ride my toys imagining what could have been. There will be no complaints, no stress, no worries. This mother and mistress will understand.”

She wiggled back and aimed the crown of his dick towards her maw.

“I would suggest you push me away before I suck your cock. But I’ve a feeling that you wouldn’t hurt a lonely woman like me. So tell me, my sweet little pet. Do you want to please your mistress tonight?”

Idriel gulped down the lump in his throat. His nails were curled back and raking up the side of the door. His head swam with the heat of passion and an insatiable desire and need. The elf knew that Min-Soo would accept whatever decision he made.

But his body screamed for the woman’s touch. His dick craved to experience the pandaren’s kiss. And he wanted to watch the woman’s face twist into happy moans as she used him for her delights.

So he looked down into that matronly face and said. 

“Please use me, mistress. Use me.”

The Pandaren smiled and licked her maw.

“Good boy. Now just obey your mistress.”

She looked down at the elf's strong powerful body then opened her maw as wide as she could. Her paws roamed down his body and closed down on his toned rear. She held him tight in her claw's grasp then sank her head on his throbbing dick.

GULP GlllKH SHLRRRP GULP

“OHHHH MISTRESS~!” Idriel moaned as he shut his eyes.

But the Pandaren didn't care what he had to say. He was her toy for as long as she required his help and she wanted to waste no further time in taking what belonged to her.

She bobbed her head up and down, shoving his thick dick down her throat. Her tongue lashed over every bulging vein she could reach as drool and slobber dripped from her mouth to splash on her fur-covered breasts. She moaned in pleasure and slapped a tongue across his throbbing dick. She slobbered on that pulsing shaft and shoved it as far down her throat as she could. And all the while her eyes rolled back and her snout flared at the scent of his suds-covered skin and the musk of cum.

“OOoh m-Mistress please slow down. I don’t thi-think I can…”

The elf reached down to grab the pandaren’s hair. She paused long enough to give him a look that froze him in his tracks. She smiled as best she could with that meat shoved down her throat. Then her eyes sparkled with wicked delight as she bobbed her on that slick spit-covered shaft. 

“Mmmmnngh Mngnh GlllRK SHlllRUP”

Idriel moaned from the pleasures he felt. He panted for breath every time she slapped her tongue across his dick. His skin tingled as she caressed him from his ass to the back of his knees and everything in between. And his eyes couldn’t look away from her fat jiggling ass.

The elf ground his teeth until they hurt. His nails dug into his palms. But try as he might, he knew he was rushing to his limits. And when he spoke to that collapse of any remaining restraint, his voice tumbled forth in a pitiful sigh.

“M-Mistress…I’m feeling too GooOOood.”

The Pandaren raised her head and released his dick with a big sloppy pop. She then lowered her head and bobbed her head back and forth, beating on his meat with her cute little nose. All the while laughing as her slobber and his cum flecked across her face.

“Then give it to me, my pet. This horny woman wants to get glazed. Cover me like a whore!”

That was it. The filthy talk. The sensations she gave him. And the way her claws dug into his firm backside was too much for the elf to bear. He wanted to shut his eyes and drown in the pleasures of release. But those glowing eyes met his and entranced him to watch.

And so he did as he lost control and his cock erupted. Several thick ropes of translucent cum shot out and splashed across the Pandaren’s face. One strand slapped down across the woman’s hair in a wet line. And some managed to land on the matron’s tongue.

She couldn’t help but smile the entire time as the elf came over her. Her chest rose and fell as if panting while she was bathed in the elf’s white sticky lust. And her eyes were bright with joy as the paladin’s dick pulsed with every balls-draining gush.

Idriel panted and leaned back against the door. One hand came up to cover his chest and felt the powerful thrum as his heart beat in excitement. The other reached down and pressed against Min-Soo’s cheek, with a thumb sweeping across her soft fuzzy features.

“Ohhh Min—mistress…” Idriel said, “I’m sorry I kept you waiting so long.”

Min-Soo rolled her tongue into her mouth. She looked up and met Idriel’s eyes then drank down his spunk with a big loud gulp. Her paw then snaps up and seizes the elf’s big girthy dick and pumps it in a steady motion.

“I forgive my sweet little pet. Especially since you are still hard. And that means you can still please your mistress. You WANT to please me don’t you?”

Idriel blushed at the woman's sweet cooing tone. Every word was something between a breathy purr and a hissing command. It was the kind of voice that demanded attention and expected obedience. So what could the elf do but bob his head? Because of course, he thought, he would do anything to please his sensual hostess.

“You are so kind, my pet. Now, here’s what I want you to do…”

The pandaren’s request was simple. And he was more than willing to comply.

She said that she wanted to be fucked like a whore. Hefted up off her feet and slammed back first against the door. 

So the elf did just that.

SLAM THUD

The matron then ordered him to sheathe his dick inside her and fuck her like a brute. She wanted to feel his swinging balls slap against her round ass and to feel his hard muscular chest crush down on her big round tits. She wanted her pussy to stretch around his impressive cock and to make a sticky mess over her floor.

Of course, the elf obeyed.

PLAP PLAP PLAP

And so they fucked the night away and deep into the morning. They changed positions often all at the matron’s behest. Sometimes she was on top, bouncing on him while entrancing him with the rhythmic wobble and shake of her generous tits and ass. Other times she bade him to throw her over the side of the bed and to make their bodies clap together as he railed her. And she had even sat on his lap and jerked his cock between her thighs just as the rooster crowed early the next morning.

She was a sticky mess by the time she finally let him sleep. His cum matted her fur and the musky smell of sweat and lust finally overpowered her lemongrass perfume. Her clothes were torn in several spots, and both of their bodies were covered in scratches.

Min-Soo leaned over and brushed a kiss across his lips, as the elf lay on the bed panting in blissful exhaustion.

“Sleep now. You’ve been hard at work, my sweet guest. So I’ll return to being a simple lonely hostess. Don’t worry about the messes we made. I’ll clean it while you’re having breakfast. But for now, I’ll draw up a bath.”

The woman smiled and patted Idriel’s spent cock. She then rose from the bed and sashayed across the room. She paused only to collect the clothes she left in a neat pile on the table by the door, then walked out with a happy skip to her step.

Idriel didn’t shut his eyes until the door was shut.

~~~
A Few Mornings Later

When word came to the Mountain Carp Inn that the checkpoint was open once more, Idriel packed his things and raced down the mountain. While he enjoyed Min-Soo’s cooking and company and the pleasures of her insatiable nature, he couldn’t help but wonder if he could survive, if he had stayed even a moment longer.

But as he made his way down the smooth winding trails a thought occurred to him.

Would the guard be there? Would he know what I did?

He found his answer when he reached the checkpoint. Because there, the Tauren stood by a newly erected booth. And when he saw the elf approach, the Tauren couldn't help but smile. He knew and he was about to tease the paladin all about his visit up the mountain.

Idriel couldn’t believe his luck.