The ti of the day passed insanely quickly in this inn that Ayda found along the road. Despite the relatively short price that we paid for a single room, the commodities weren't anywhere close to being subpar.
Back on earth, when thinking about dieval tis and literally everything that happened before the age of the so-called enlightennt, one would have this vivid image of the ages of great stories, but living conditions eting the bottom.
Right, this place didn't have a toilet in the sense that I learned on earth. But the owners of this inn made sure for all the basic human needs to be taken care off. In place of the ceramic stool with a huge hole in its middle, there were two long, polished logs that one could comfortably sit on. What was even better, was that freshwater from the nearby river constantly flushed through the unused areas, sanitizing it to a degree respectable for the tools that locals could make use off.
In terms of the rooms alone I could sing my praises for way longer than I spent in this place or rather, I would sing my praises if Ayda didn't make sure to make every single mont of our ti in the inn enjoyable.
Starting with so light talk, this wicked woman made realise that once the initial awkwardness born out of our gender was broken, just talking to her was sothing that I could enjoy on par if not more than watching so killer series of movies or playing gas in the afternoon.
Later on, she took for a short distance-wise trip around the area of the inn. Despite how we always kept the road perfectly within our sights, Ayda sohow managed to turn this simple act of walking into a refreshing, thoughtful stroll.
But everything was great for as long as the rays of the sun protected from her wickedness. As if it was so kind of ancient spell that one could only hear about in the fairy-tales, as soon as the last ray of the red sun disappeared behind the line of the horizon, the lazy ritual of watching the sunset together instantly turned into sothing else.
"What are you"
Previously holding her head on my shoulder, with the protection of the sun now gone, Ayda instantly snuggled forward, quickly finding a comfortable spot on my chest. Sneaking in on top of my lap, she turned sideways and rested her head right above my heart, grabbing my left arm with both of her hands.
"Shush. Just shush."
Instead of replying as a normal person would, Ayda just laid in her newfound position and seed to instantly fall asleep. Her soft breathing combined with the slow, majestic movent of her impressive bust quickly turned into a hypnotic trance that pulled my eyes closer and closer to the spectacle.
But then, my mom's face appeared in front of my eyes.
I could be practising witchcraft right now. If that turned out to be useless, I could be venturing to other worlds already, hoping to sohow find a cure for my problem. Yet here I was, cuddling with the soft girl in my arms while both listening and watching her sleep.
"Co on"
Purring silently right on top of my chest, Ayda gently raised her chin and looked at with those upturned eyes of her.
"Every ti we are getting anywhere, you are pulling back. I don't want to press you on, but you should know that I can read what you feel like from an open book."
Turning her body around, Ayda now pinned to the bed with both of her arms straightened above my chest. With her head appearing right above mine, the long streaks of her perfect, black hair fell on my face, instantly coating my nose with her sll.
"I know how you feel. I know that I do make you aroused. This thing that continued to poke my thigh for a while already is proof good enough of that. I even know that you are trying to take seriously, sothing I can find nothing short of adorable. But whenever I feel like I could repay you in this obvious manner You are pulling your self back to your shell. Back to that dark place"
Suddenly shuddering, Ayda lowered her head that she made it look like if she wanted to hide her face in her cleavage. With several days of training under her lead, I was slowly learning how to read the emotions of others. And this girl was either perfectly capable of faking her emotions, or the terrible stench of terror that was plaguing her head made her sudden struggle genuine.
"I You know Do you know how did I manage to pull myself through all kinds of hell before I t you?"
Surprised by the girl's judgnts, I didn't really know how to answer to her words. That's why I decided to follow one of the major advice that my mother gave before the apocalypse turned my happy life to a disaster.
"I'm listening."
Still, on all fours above , Ayda suddenly lowered herself on both her knees and elbows, covering my upper body with her warm softness. Back to her usual attire, this beloved, red dress of her only pretended to shield her skin from my touch.
But instead of instantly banking on the opportunity, Ayda laid her head sideways on my shoulder before cuddling herself close to my arm. As her soft breath started to caress the inner parts of my brain, I felt my emotions slowly tuning down, allowing to completely grasp and control them.
"No matter what I had to overco, no matter what challenges stood between and my target, I always pushed forward because of one, single thing."
Feeling the delicate monts when Ayda's fingers would gently massage the skin of my chest, I finally fixed my position and relaxed my body.
"And what is that?"
Silently responding to my words just to help keep up the slow pace of the story, Ayda continued to do her absolute best to make relax.
"The fact that my mother is back in my ho on the verge of death, and I'm out here not to enjoy myself, but to find a way to save her. No matter the cost."
As pleasant as it was to have Ayda cling to with her almost bare body, it didn't change the main reason why I decided to ignore her advances so far. But it greatly destabilised my determination to keep to this ideal save of my mother that I had in my mind.
Looking in the worried Ayda's eyes, I could feel my defences slowly crumbling. Just like she said a mont ago, my body was already prepared for all the stuff that Ayda's actions were hinting at for a while now. Any mont now, I would fall victim to my own desires, putting a montary pleasure above the safety of my mother!
"Ugh"
Suddenly, Adya's expression worsened. Falling right back on my crotch with her aty bottom, she didn't mind the fact that the tip of the tent that I pitched was quickly getting wet from the juices that her most important part was spewing like crazy now that it found itself rubbing against the clothed head of my penis.
"It seems that our guest has arrived."
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