Night at the Inn (R18) part 1

Marissa arrived at Leo's inn room as evening shadows lengthened across Riverstone. She wore the same modest dress from earlier, the fabric showing signs of careful mending at the seams. Her blonde hair caught the last rays of sunlight through the window, creating a golden halo around her nervous face.

Leo felt his pulse quicken at the sight of her. He closed the door behind her and reached for her waist, eager to claim what she'd offered. But Marissa placed a gentle hand against his chest, stopping his advance.

"Wait," she whispered, her blue eyes meeting his. "Before we... before I give myself to you, I'd like to know something about the man who will take my virginity."

Leo froze, his hands still hovering near her hips. "Your virginity?"

A blush crept across her cheeks. "Yes. I've never been with a man before."

Leo stepped back, reassessing the situation. This wasn't some casual encounter—she was offering him something precious. He gestured toward the small table by the window where a pitcher of water and two cups waited.

"What would you like to know?" he asked, pouring them each a drink.

"Where are you from? What brings you here?" Her fingers trembled slightly as she accepted the cup.

Leo considered his words carefully. "I'm a first level earth mage," he admitted.

Her eyes widened. "A mage? A real mage?" She set her cup down with a soft clink. "I've never met one before. I only saw an apprentice mage passing our village once."

"It's not as impressive as people think," Leo shrugged, though he couldn't help feeling pleased at her reaction.

"But it is! The things you can do—creating homes from nothing..."

Leo smiled. "I've had some adventures. Fought some dangerous creatures in the wild. Travelled through the northern territories where bandits control the roads."

"That sounds terrifying," Marissa breathed.

"It was, at times." Leo traced the rim of his cup, remembering the battle that had strengthened his connection to earth magic. "Nearly died that day."

Marissa leaned forward, entranced by his tales.

"You mentioned fleeing war," Leo said, setting down his cup. "Where did you come from before Riverstone?"

Marissa's gaze dropped to her hands. "A small village called Meadowbrook, near the eastern border of Usman. It was..." her voice faltered, "beautiful once. Rolling hills, wheat fields that stretched forever."

"What happened?"

"Border disputes. Our village sat on contested land." Her fingers tightened around the cup. "One night, imperial soldiers came from both sides. They didn't care about us caught in between."

Leo nodded. He'd seen enough of war to know civilians always paid the heaviest price.

Leo reached across the table, covering her hand with his. The warmth of her skin triggered something primal in him.

"I walked with my family for weeks," she continued. "Joined with other refugees. Eventually found work here as a seamstress."

"And now you're here." Leo said softly.

Marissa met his gaze, her blue eyes reflecting candlelight. "You're a mage who's faced death and lived. Someone strong enough to protect himself. Maybe strong enough to protect others."

Leo stood, unable to restrain himself any longer. He moved around the table, pulling her to her feet. His hands found her waist, and this time she didn't stop him.

Marissa answered by rising on her toes, pressing her lips against his. The kiss was inexperienced but eager, her body melting against his.

Leo's fingers found the laces of her dress, working them loose with practiced ease. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, revealing pale skin that glowed in the dim light. She trembled but didn't pull away as the dress pooled at her feet.

Marissa's body was slender, her curves delicate. Her breasts were full, nipples puckered in anticipation.

Leo's mouth went dry. "You are so beautiful," he murmured, trailing kisses along her collarbone.

She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair.

His hands continued their exploration, stoking the fire between her thighs. Her body arched toward him, her breath quickening.

"Leo," she gasped as his fingers found her core.

He stroked her gently, delighting in her sharp intake of breath and the way her hips moved with his touch. He added a second finger, stretching and preparing her. The bedcovers rustled as she shifted, eager for more.

When he felt her tension ease, he withdrew his hand and trailed kisses down her stomach, reveling in the way her muscles trembled beneath his lips.

"Please," she whispered.

In response, he nudged her legs apart with his shoulders and inhaled her unique scent—intoxicating and entirely feminine.

"Yes," she breathed as he flicked his tongue against her sensitive flesh.

He lavished attention on her, drawing out her pleasure until her back arched off the bed and her cry of release filled the room. Her hands fisted in the sheets as she rode out the waves of sensation.

Slowly, he rose to his feet, claiming her lips once more as he guided himself to her entrance.

She tensed as he pushed forward, her breath catching. Leo paused, giving her a moment to adjust to the intrusion.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, his lips against her ear.

"Yes," she said, her voice shaking. "Just give me a moment."

He waited, gently stroking her hair, until she began to move her hips, urging him deeper.

He groaned as he sank into her, feeling her tightness envelope him. Her body was like silk, embracing him with a heat that seared his skin.

He began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency as her hips rose to meet his. Her nails dug into his back, leaving crescents that would mark his skin.

"Harder," she panted, and he happily obliged, driving into her with force. The bed creaked in time with their passion.

Marissa cried out, her body convulsing around his. Leo felt her nails rake down his back as she found her release again. Her essence flooded him, triggering his own climax.

With a hoarse cry, he surrendered to the pleasure, pulsing deep within her. He collapsed onto the bed, pulling her into his arms, their sweat-slicked bodies still joined.

"That was..." Marissa began, her eyes sparkling, "very nice."

Leo smiled, feeling utterly content. "It was pretty amazing."

Reluctantly, he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, gazing up at the ceiling as his heart rate slowed. Marissa snuggled against his side, her head pillowed on his shoulder.