The kitchen was dim, lit only by a single lantern swaying from a ceiling beam. Shadows flickered across the worn stone and dark oak. A pot of stew simmered low on the hearth, but neither of them spared it a glance.
Mirra moved first.
She stepped into Andreas' space, close enough for him to feel her breath on his collarbone. Her hand pressed flat against his chest, fingers curling slightly into the sweat-damp fabric of his shirt.
"You sure you're not too tired?" she asked, voice low, lips just grazing his jaw.
Andreas smirked. "If I was, I ain't anymore."
Mirra's other hand came up, deftly untying the knot at his belt. "Good. 'Cause I've had a long week, and I need somethin' rough, honest, and real."
Her lips found his neck, teeth dragging just enough to make him grunt. His hands were already at her waist, feeling the curve of her hips through the apron she still hadn't bothered to remove. He lifted her up, strong arms flexing with ease, and she wrapped her legs around his waist without hesitation.
"I like a man who don't need instructions," she whispered against his ear, biting gently.
"I like a woman who knows what she wants."
He carried her to the side room—just beyond the kitchen—where a low cot waited, draped in an old quilt. The moment he set her down, she yanked him down with her, pulling him into a kiss that was all tongue and heat and hunger.
Their clothes came off in rushed pieces—his shirt over his head, her blouse shrugged down her shoulders. Her skin was warm, soft, freckled with sun. His hands moved across her like he was learning a new kind of terrain—one he already somehow knew by heart.
[Skill Engaged: Pleasuring Women – Level 2]
[EXP Acquisition: Enabled – Natural Upgrade Available]
Andreas didn't care about the prompt flashing in his head. He was too busy tasting the sweat at her collarbone, too caught up in the way her breath hitched when he cupped her breast, thumb brushing across a stiffening nipple. She arched into him, nails dragging down his back.
She bit his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.
"Fuck me like you mean it."
He hooked one hand under her knee and shoved her leg higher, opening her wider as he slid a hand between them, fingers slipping over slick folds already throbbing with heat. His fingers slipped in, two at once, pumping slow and thick while his thumb circled her clit. Mirra's head tipped back, a low moan rasping out of her. "Hhhhnnnnng—fuck—yes, right there, don't stop—"
Andreas curled his fingers inside her, finding that taut, swollen spot that made her hips jerk. She slapped the cot frame, nails scratching the wood.
Andreas hissed through his teeth, every groan she tore out of him matched by the slick pulse of her cunt around his fingers. Her legs trembled where they hooked around his waist, thighs tightening every time he curved just right, grinding the heel of his palm into her clit in rhythm with every wet, thick pump of his fingers.
"Hhhnaah—ahh—gods, don't fuckin' stop," she gasped, heel digging into his back, voice raw and too loud in the small stone-walled room. Her eyes fluttered half-shut, lips parted, and when he leaned down to kiss her, she bit his lower lip hard enough to sting.
He growled into her mouth, something feral, and yanked her hips down to meet his hand harder, faster. The slick squelch of her arousal filled the room, obscene and perfect. She was soaking him now, dripping onto the quilt under her ass, her body bucking to meet every motion.
"You want it rough, you get it rough," he murmured, voice dark velvet against the frantic slap of their skin. He drew his fingers out slowly to hear the wet suction of it, then shoved them back in deep enough to make her arch up off the cot with a scream. "Yeah, that's it. Let go for me, baby."
"Aaaah—fuuhhh—fuck, fuck, I'm gonna—" Her hips jerked and shuddered as her climax slammed into her hard enough to blank her vision, thighs clamping tight around his arm, a torrent of slick soaking down her thighs. "Guhhhnnnngh—Andreas—!"
Andreas grinned like a man proud of breaking something beautifully. He didn't let up—rubbed slow, then hard circles on her clit while she squirmed, overstimulated, writhing under him. "C'mon, you ain't done."
She slapped his shoulder, breath catching with every pulse. "Fucker—hahhh—you tryna kill me?"
"Nah," he said, pulling his fingers free and dragging them through her folds, wet and twitching. He licked them slow, savoring her taste, then looked her dead in the eye. "I'm just warmin' up."
She shoved him onto his back, aggressive and grinning, climbing onto his lap like a woman possessed. Her hand wrapped around his cock, thick and heavy in her palm, and she stroked it slow once, twice, before guiding him right to her entrance. She was still pulsing, slippery, her cunt practically sucking at him as she sank inch by inch.
Andreas groaned low and loud, hands flying to her hips. "Shit—fuck—you feel so good, Mirra—"
She bottomed out with a gasp, fingers splayed over his chest, nails biting his skin. "You like this? Me ridin' you till your legs give out?"
He bucked up into her. "Only if you scream my name while you do it."
She laughed, breathless, hips starting to move in tight, grinding circles.
"Make me."
He grabbed a fistful of her ass, driving up into her as she rolled her hips, slick and fast and filthy. The cot groaned under them, thudding softly against the wall with every slap of their bodies. Her tits bounced with each motion, sweat glistening on her chest, hair sticking to her flushed cheeks. She leaned in and kissed him hard, her tongue tasting him like she needed it to breathe.
"Mmmmn—yeah—hahhh—fuck—you feel so good—" she moaned into his mouth, fucking him faster now, riding the high of her orgasm into another wave of reckless pleasure. "You gonna come for me? Hhhhnnng—gimme that, c'mon, Andreas—fill me up, fuck me full—"
He growled again, fucking up into her hard enough to make the cot screech against the stone floor. "You askin' for it, you're gettin' it—fuck!"
She screamed when he came, her name breaking out of his throat like a roar. His cock pulsed deep inside her, filling her up hot and thick. She shuddered on top of him, milking every spasm with her clenched cunt, whimpering as she collapsed against his chest, panting.
For a long minute, the only sound was their uneven and tangled breathing, the distant pop of the hearth fire, and the soft tap of stew still simmering.
Mirra kissed his shoulder lazily, tasting the salt of sweat. "Mm. That was worth it."
Andreas wrapped his arms around her, smiling against her hair. "Next time, lemme know sooner. I'll clear the schedule."
Mirra lay draped across Andreas' chest, her breath finally steady, one thigh still tossed lazily over his hip. The room smelled like sex and sweat and hearth-smoke stew no one ever ate.
Andreas stared up at the ceiling beam above the cot, arm wrapped snugly around her lower back.
After a beat, she let out a satisfied sigh. "If that's how you fix roofs, I oughta break the tavern in half next time."
He chuckled. "You might need a new cot first. This one ain't got another round left in it."
Mirra propped her chin on his chest, smirking up at him. "Don't tempt me. You've got more stamina than sense, and I'm a weak woman when I'm flattered."
"You? Weak?" He arched an eyebrow. "You ride like you're tryin' to put a man in the ground."
"Maybe I was." She tapped his chest with one painted fingernail. "But you didn't break. Might just be made of tougher stuff than you look."
Just then, the glowing prompt flickered behind Andreas' eyes
[Mission Complete – Lay With a Willing Woman: +5 UXP]
[Skill Upgrade Achieved – Pleasuring Women → Level 3]
[System Notification: You are now considered 'competent.']
He didn't blink. Didn't shift. Just breathing slowly, letting tSystem'sm's whisper fade into silence, he decided that No one could ever know of the system
Mirra exhaled and nuzzled close one last time before slipping away with a hum. She reached for her blouse, tossing it over one shoulder as she stood.
"Best get your trousers back on," she said, glancing out the shuttered window. "Toby'll be back soon, and I don't fancy explainin' why you're naked."
Andreas laughed as he sat up, dragging his shirt over his head. "Yeah, he might die of shock."
"Or worse—ask questions." She smirked. "And I'm not in the mood to lie today."
He stood, buckling his belt, boots thudding softly on the wooden floor. "Thanks for the meal," he said, even though they never touched the stew.
She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed beneath her chest. "Come fix somethin' again soon, Barnes. Maybe I'll bake you a pie next time."
He gave her a wink on his way out. "Just make sure it's as warm as you."
The door creaked shut behind him, leaving Mirra smiling in the flickering firelight.
Outside, the night air was crisp against his skin, and Andreas tugged his collar tight. He had a more silver in his pocket and a few more UXP in his name.