Chapter 49: Relaxing [18+]
Inside, it was lively but not too crowded. A fire crackled in the stone hearth, and several patrons were seated at tables with mugs of ale in hand. At the counter stood the innkeeper — a tall, curvy woman in her thirties with auburn hair tied up in a messy bun. Her dress clung to her body in a way that left little to the imagination, the neckline plunging enough to show the deep valley of her cleavage.
Oliver nearly tripped on the threshold.
"Welcome, sir and madam!" she said warmly, her voice rich and inviting. "Looking for a room? Or a meal?"
"Both," Oliver said quickly, trying not to stare. "Preferably a bigger room. Something... decent."
The innkeeper leaned on the counter, which did absolutely nothing to hide her ample assets — if anything, it pushed them up even more. "We’ve got a deluxe room open. Big bed, heated floors, private bath. Comes with complimentary hot water if you’re planning to soak tonight."
"That sounds perfect," Oliver said, trying to keep his voice level.
Isolde smirked, clearly noticing his effort not to ogle. "We’ll take it," she said for him.
The innkeeper quoted a price that made Oliver blink, but then he remembered Rolf’s generous payment. "Deal." He placed the coins on the counter.
"Excellent choice, sweetheart," the woman said with a wink as she handed him the key. "I’ll have dinner sent up in a bit. Any preferences? We’ve got roast boar, buttered bread, vegetable stew, and spiced ale tonight."
"Everything," Oliver said without hesitation. "Two portions."
"Hungry, are we?" she teased.
"You have no idea."
She chuckled, then gestured to a boy who worked as a server. "Show them to Room Four. And don’t dawdle with the food — get it delivered to their room soon."
The boy nodded eagerly and led Oliver and Isolde up the wooden staircase to the second floor. Their room was, as promised, spacious by inn standards — a large wooden bed with clean sheets, a small table with two chairs, and an attached bathroom with a proper tub already filled with steaming water. The room was warm thanks to the heated stone panels near the floor.
"Not bad," Isolde said, stepping inside and stretching her arms. "This will do nicely."
Oliver flopped onto the bed with a sigh of pure relief. "Best money I’ve ever spent."
A short while later, their meal arrived — two heaping plates of roasted meat, bread, stew, and mugs of spiced ale. Oliver dug in with almost embarrassing speed, while Isolde ate at a much more measured pace, amused by his enthusiasm.
When they were done, Oliver leaned back, patting his stomach. "Gods, I missed good food. I feel alive again."
"Glad to hear it," Isolde said with a small smirk.
"It’s time for a hot bath now."
Oliver dragged himself toward the bathroom, unfastening his tunic on the way. The inn’s private bathhouse was spacious by his standards — a big wooden tub sunken into the floor, already steaming thanks to the enchanted heating rune etched along the rim.
Oliver groaned in satisfaction as he sank into the steaming water, leaning back against the smooth wooden edge of the tub. The runes along the rim glowed faintly, keeping the bath perfectly warm.
"Gods, this feels amazing..." he muttered, closing his eyes. The ache in his muscles slowly melted away, and for a moment he forgot about everything — the dungeon, the journey, even the battles.
A soft creak of hinges pulled him from his bliss.
His eyes snapped open.
Standing at the doorway was Isolde.
She leaned against the frame casually, her crimson eyes half-lidded, a faint smirk on her lips.
Oliver blinked. "...What are you doing?"
"You were taking so long," she said, her voice calm but laced with a teasing undertone, "so I decided to join you."
Before Oliver could reply, she began to undress.
First went the outer cloak — sliding down her dark shoulders to pool around her feet.
Then the belt — unbuckled with a soft click.
Her tunic followed, tugged slowly over her head, baring her toned stomach and perfect curves.
Oliver swallowed hard, his cock twitching under the water.
Isolde noticed, her smirk widening as she took her time removing her bra, letting her full, dark breasts bounce free.
"Still getting flustered?" she asked teasingly, dropping her undergarment on the floor.
Oliver met her gaze, this time not looking away. "...No. Just enjoying the view."
Her brows lifted slightly at his boldness, then she chuckled. "Good answer."
Her thumbs hooked under the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her smooth legs inch by inch until they hit the floor.
Oliver’s cock gave another twitch under the water, this time fully hard.
Isolde stepped closer, hips swaying deliberately. "Move over, master," she said, her tone half-command, half-invitation.
Oliver slid to one side, his heart thudding as she stepped into the tub — slow, deliberate, letting the water lap at her calves, then her thighs, until she sank into the bath across from him.
Her hair floated on the surface as she leaned back, her breasts barely breaking the waterline.
"Mmmm..." she sighed, closing her eyes for a moment before glancing at him again. "You’re staring again."
"And?" he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Fufu~ Then come closer," she said, patting her thigh under the water. "Or should I come to you?"
Oliver didn’t hesitate this time.
He moved forward, the water rippling between them, until he was right in front of her.
Isolde reached for the bar of soap and lathered it slowly, her hands deliberately slow and sensual. "Since we’re here together," she said softly, "let me wash you."
"Mmmhh... you’ve gotten stronger," she murmured, pressing her slick palms down his abs, then even lower, teasingly stopping just above his cock.
Oliver grinned faintly. "You missed a spot."
"Oh?" She tilted her head, feigning innocence as her hand slid lower, wrapping around his hard shaft under the water.
Squelch... schlkkk... schlrp...
Oliver groaned softly as she stroked him, her thumb brushing the sensitive tip.
"Looks pretty clean to me," she teased.
"Better check twice," he said, his voice low.
Isolde smirked and sank lower in the water, her breasts pressing against his thighs as she took him into her mouth without warning.
"Gllrkkk—slrrrp—schhhhk—mmphhh—"
Bubbles rose as she bobbed her head under the water, both hands stroking his shaft as she sucked eagerly.
Oliver groaned, gripping the edge of the tub, his hips jerking slightly. "Fuck—Isolde—keep going—"
She came up for air with a wet gasp, strands of saliva and bathwater clinging to her lips.
"Still dirty," she said with a grin. "Guess I’ll have to work harder."
She went back down, this time taking him deeper until her nose brushed his pelvis.
Gllrk—gllrk—slrrrp—schlkk—glrk—
Oliver’s breathing grew ragged. "If you keep that up, I’m gonna—"
Isolde pulled back just enough to smirk at him. "Not yet, master. Your turn."
She sat back against the tub, spreading her legs under the water, her glistening pussy fully exposed.
Oliver didn’t hesitate — he moved forward, grabbed her thighs, and buried his face between her legs.
"Ahhhhnnnn—!" Isolde cried out, gripping the edge of the tub as his tongue lapped at her folds.
Slrrrp—schlk—mnnnnhhh—lick—lick—schlkkk
He circled her clit with slow, deliberate flicks of his tongue, then pushed deeper, fucking her with his tongue until she was squirming.
"Oliver—ahhh—y-you’re really good at that—"
"Good," he muttered between licks, "because I’m not stopping until you cum."
He sucked on her clit, hard.
Sluuurrp—mmmnnnphhh—chhhhkkk—
Isolde’s back arched, her thighs clamping around his head.
"Ahhhhnnnnnn! I-I’m—cumming—!"
Her pussy gushed, warm fluid mixing with the bathwater as she came hard, moaning loudly.
Oliver pulled back just enough to grin at her flushed, panting face. "Now you’re clean."
Isolde laughed breathlessly, then shoved him back and climbed onto his lap, straddling him in the water.
"You tease..." she whispered, guiding his cock to her soaked entrance.
She sank down slowly, gasping as he filled her.
Schhhhlkkk—splshhh—schlkkk—
Both of them groaned as he bottomed out inside her.
"Mmmhhh~ so full..." Isolde whispered, rolling her hips.
Oliver grabbed her ass, thrusting upward into her.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Schlk! Schlk!
Water splashed over the edge of the tub as they moved together, the wet sounds of their bodies echoing.
"Ahhhhhh—yes—just like that—"
Oliver sucked on her nipples, biting lightly, making her cry out.
Slrrrp—schhhhp—nip!
"Oliver—fuck—keep going—!"
He grinned against her skin. "You’re not leaving this tub until I’ve drained you."
He thrust harder, faster, until the water was sloshing violently.
Isolde’s moans grew louder, her nails raking his shoulders.
"I’m—I’m gonna—ahhhhhh—!"
She squirted around him, soaking his stomach as her pussy clenched tight.
Oliver groaned, hips jerking as he came inside her, filling her until it leaked back into the bath.
Spurt—spurt—spurrrt—
Isolde trembled, panting heavily, then collapsed against him, her breasts pressing against his chest.
"Mmmmhh~ bath time was a good idea," she murmured.
Oliver chuckled, kissing her neck. "But we will need an another bath. For real this time."