I finished giving the mayor and the girls their gifts, and made my way back to the inn. The sun was beginning to set, and so I decided that it would be best to return.
The final person I had gifts for was Belle. Since I had arrived her she had been nothing but a comfort to me, so I wanted to show her appreciation not only fas a tavernkeeper, but also as a woman.
I prepared 2 gifs for her. The first was to show appreciation for her as a tavernkeeper: high quality cooking gear. I made steel pans and utensils for her to use at work, and she was overjoyed.
The second gift, was as much a gift for me as for her, and after closing the tavern she knocked on my door to show me how much she liked it. Her gift, was comfortable lingerie.
Black lace hugged her curves, the sheer fabric barely containing her massive breasts, the deep V-neck plunging so low it teased the dark edges of her areolas. A matching garter belt cinched her waist, stockings clinging to her thick thighs, and a tiny thong that did nothing to hide the outline of her pussy lips. Her short cow horns peeked from her tousled hair, and her tail swished playfully, brushing the door as she kicked it shut with her heel.
"Like what you see?" she purred, her voice low and teasing as she sauntered closer. Her hips rolled with each step, the lace whispering against her skin. I could already smell her arousal, musky and sweet, mixing with the faint lavender from whatever soap she'd used. My cock stirred in my pants, hardening at the sight of her, flirtatious, dominant, and utterly unashamed.
I swallowed hard, nodding as I backed toward the bed. "Belle, you look... fuck, incredible." My hands itched to touch her, but she held up a finger, shaking her head with a wicked smile.
"Not yet. I want to taste you first. Been thinking about it all evening." She dropped to her knees right there on the worn rug, her breasts heaving with the motion, nipples poking stiff against the lace. Her fingers worked my belt loose, then tugged my pants and underwear down in one swift pull. My cock sprang free, thick and veined, already half-hard and leaking a bead of pre-cum from the tip.
Belle licked her lips, eyes locking on mine as she leaned in. "Mmm, so eager already." She didn't waste time; her mouth engulfed the head, hot and wet, tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge. I groaned, my hand instinctively going to her hair, fingers tangling near those short horns. She hummed approval, the vibration shooting straight to my balls.
She took me deeper, lips stretching wide around my girth. Saliva pooled in her mouth, and she let it dribble out messily, coating my shaft as she bobbed her head. It was sloppy, gloriously so; strings of spit connecting her lips to my cock every time she pulled back, gasping for air before diving down again. Her tongue flattened against the underside, lapping at the vein pulsing there, while one hand pumped the base in firm twists. The other cupped my balls, rolling them gently, tugging just enough to make me thrust forward.
"Fuck, Belle," I rasped, hips jerking involuntarily. She gagged a little when I hit the back of her throat, but she didn't stop, instead, she relaxed, swallowing around me until her nose brushed my pubic bone. Tears pricked her eyes from the effort, but her gaze stayed hungry, challenging. Spit trailed down her chin, soaking the lace of her bra, making the fabric cling transparently to her skin. She pulled off with a wet pop, stroking me fast, her fist slick and shiny.
"Taste so good," she murmured, before sucking one ball into her mouth, tongue bathing it while her hand kept the rhythm on my cock. Then the other, popping them free with obscene slurps. She went back to the shaft, hollowing her cheeks for suction that pulled a guttural moan from me. Her free hand slipped between her own thighs, rubbing her pussy through the thong, I could see the damp spot growing, her fingers circling her clit as she worked me over.
I was close, the pressure building like a storm in my gut, but she sensed it and slowed, edging me. "Not yet. I want you inside me when you cum."She rose unsteadily, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, lips swollen and glistening. Her lingerie was a mess now, spit and pre-cum smeared across her chest, but it only made her hotter.
I kicked off my boots and pants fully, then yanked my tunic over my head, exposing my scarred, muscled torso. Belle shoved me onto the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. She climbed up, straddling my thighs, her tail flicking against my knee. With a quick shimmy, she peeled off the thong, tossing it aside. Her pussy was bare and soaked, lips puffy and pink, clit peeking out swollen.
She grabbed my cock, still slick from her mouth, and positioned it at her entrance. "Ready for me?" Before I could answer, she sank down, her tight heat enveloping me inch by inch. We both groaned; her walls clenched like a vice, rippling around my length as she bottomed out, her ass resting on my balls. The lingerie framed her perfectly, the garters taut against her thighs as she started to move.
Belle rode me hard from the start, hands planted on my chest for leverage, nails digging in. Her breasts bounced wildly, straining the lace until one nipple slipped free. I reached up, pinching it, rolling the hard peak between my fingers. She arched back, head tilting, those short horns catching the lamplight. "Yes, touch me," she gasped, grinding her hips in circles that dragged her clit along my pubic bone.
I thrust up to meet her, the slap of our bodies echoing in the small room. Her pussy gushed around me, juices coating my cock and dripping down to my balls. She leaned forward, capturing my mouth in a messy kiss, tasting of salt and me. Her tongue fucked my mouth in time with her rides, breaking only to moan against my lips.
"You're so deep," she whimpered, picking up speed. The bed creaked rhythmically, headboard thumping the wall. I grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks to feel her clench tighter. My thumbs brushed her tail base, making her shudder and bear down harder.
Sweat beaded on her skin, trickling between her breasts. The lingerie clung damply, accentuating every curve. She sat up straight, one hand bracing on my thigh, the other rubbing her clit furiously. "Abel, I'm gonna; fuck!" Her voice broke into a cry as her orgasm hit, pussy spasming wildly, milking my cock with rhythmic squeezes. She squirted a little, warm fluid soaking my groin as her body shook, horns bobbing with the force.
That pushed me over. I bucked up hard, hands clamping her hips, holding her down as I erupted. Cum surged from me in hot pulses, flooding her depths, mixing with her wetness. She collapsed forward, tits smashing against my chest, both of us panting and trembling.