"Ah?" Morty was dumbfounded, but Rebecca was unusually bold. She reached out and took off his underwear.
"Don't..." Morty wanted to stop her, but he felt a chill in his crotch, and his hard lower body instantly bounced out.
"Aiya!" Rebecca cried out in shock, almost getting slapped in the face.
She came back to her senses and bit her lips. Her face was beautiful and alluring. Suddenly, she reached out and gently grabbed the hard object.
"You, you…" Morty was shocked and quickly shrank away.
Rebecca's face was already unusually red, and even her ears had turned red. She said with a trembling voice, "I– I want to check on you. Don't move."
As she spoke, her small hand grabbed Morty's lower body and began to move up and down.
The soft touch of her small hand made Morty's body stiffen, and his breathing became rapid.
Rebecca could feel that the object in her hand was starting to heat up and become even thicker. A hint of desire appeared in her eyes, and her legs were twisting uneasily.
The two of them did not speak. Heavy breathing echoed in the room.
Finally, under Rebecca's constant movements, Morty couldn't hold it in anymore. He reached out and tugged Rebecca's slender waist, pulling her into her arms.
Rebecca didn't struggle. Instead, she took the initiative to reach out and wrap her arms around his neck. Her two voluptuous breasts pressed tightly against Morty's chest and rubbed against his bare skin.
"It's so hot…"
Rebecca exhaled deeply. Her eyes were blurred and glimmered with desire. She tightened her grip on Morty's lower body.
Morty felt a little thirsty, and the desire in his body was completely aroused. At this moment, he only wanted to conquer the woman in his arms.
Without any hesitation, he lowered his head and sealed Rebecca's pink lips. At the same time, his big hand found that plump lump and played with it wantonly.
"Ah…" Rebecca moaned softly and said in mild accusation, "It hurts. Be gentle."
Only then did Morty remember that she had an injury on her chest. He quickly changed his target and gently stroked her smooth back.
Rebecca closed her eyes, and their tongues intertwined. Morty couldn't hold it in anymore. His big hand slowly moved down and hugged Rebecca's perky butt, and he reached down between her legs.
"Yes... Humph…"
Rebecca's breathing became heavier and heavier. Morty could feel that her legs were getting wet and slippery. His touch made the reaction in her lower body even stronger.
After kissing for about a minute, Morty gently let go of Rebecca. The latter was already out of breath, her eyes blurred, and her face flushed.
Morty lowered his head and kissed her slender neck. Then, he gently laid her body on the bed, followed her neckline, and climbed all the way down to her two full breasts.
Her pink areas were extremely alluring, especially the two cherries embellished on them. One could not help but want to take a bite.
Morty was no exception. He carefully avoided the wound and kissed the smooth and soft chest, sucking the bud on it.
Rebecca's face was red, and she would let out a soft gasp from time to time. Her body twisted uneasily, and her two smooth long legs would touch Morty's towering rod from time to time.
The stimulation on his member made Morty unable to hold back his desire. He raised his head and gently separated her legs.
He stretched out his hand to her slippery area and gently caressed it.
"Ah, ah…"
Rebecca raised her head slightly, her breathing a little rapid. Her ample breasts moved up and down under her rapid breathing, dazzling him.
Her snow-white skin, flat belly, round buttocks, two sexy and smooth long legs, and the beautiful spring between her legs made Morty even more excited, and her hands moved even faster.
"Oh, that tickles…"
Rebecca panted and held his hand, her eyes full of desire.
"I... I want…"
Hearing that, Morty stood up and aimed his erect member between Rebecca's legs.
"I, this is my first time…" Rebecca was a little nervous. "Be gentle."
Morty smiled gently, lowered his head, and kissed her little mouth. He comforted her gently, "Don't worry."
As he spoke, he slowly pushed forward. His lower body gently separated her soft entrance and reached into her hole.
"Ah!"
Rebecca's eyes were filled with pain. Without waiting for Morty to comfort her, she suddenly pulled her body back, her face full of fear.
"It hurts! I don't want it anymore, I don't want it anymore."
She didn't understand why it hurt so much when it was nice a couple of minutes ago.
Morty didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He quickly comforted her, "It's okay. It only hurts for a moment and it won't hurt anymore."
As he spoke, he reached out to pull Rebecca's leg, but the latter was very determined and unwilling to do so. In the end, she even used Fireball and refused with a sobbing tone. "I don't want it anymore. If you touch me again, I… I'll hit you!"
Seeing this, Morty was completely helpless. He got up and got out of bed. After putting on his clothes, he glanced at Rebecca who was curled up on the bed, turned around, and left the room. He leaned against the wall and let out a long sigh.
"What's going on?"
He did not expect to be rejected for such a reason.
In the room, Rebecca had also regained her bearings. Recalling the scene just now, her face flushed red.
"No, there can't be a next time."
If the old fogeys in the guild knew that she had given her first night to an ordinary person, they would probably be furious.
Thinking of the old guys in the guild, Rebecca felt frustrated. She pulled the blanket over and covered her head.
Outside the room, after much hesitation, Morty did not choose to knock on the door. After all, it was not something that could be done overnight for Rebecca to accept him. There was still a process.
After returning to his room, Morty calmed down. Not only did he not gain anything from this trip to the forest, but he also almost lost his life. It seemed that he had to find time to pull those logs back.
However, when he thought of the leftover zombies that had left, he gave up.
From the looks of it, the number of zombies in the forest was probably far beyond his imagination. If he rashly entered, his life and death would be hard to predict.
"What should I do?"
Morty was a little melancholic. Whether he wanted to cut wood in the forest or cross the forest to go to the town, he would have to face the attack of the zombie army. Was he trapped in this small manor?
Looking out of the window, Morty suddenly noticed the broom Rebecca rode over, and his eyes lit up.
"Yeah, this thing can fly!"
Morty clapped his hands. All he needed to do was to get Rebecca to bring him to the forest to check it out. After he confirmed that the zombies had dispersed, he would pull the logs back.
As for other building materials, he could also ride a broom to town to buy them and then fly back. That way, he would not encounter any danger.