"Excuse me, I have to deal with this matter immediately," Bastian said. In reality, he just wanted to see if Sharona would be down for something frisky.
"Be my guest, or not," Mahogany muttered, still recovering from the shock of having someone knock on his window.
Outside, Sharona pushed a bottle of rum into Bastian's hand.
"Here," she said. "Sammy will deal with the official business. The rest of them are going to find the healer woman. But you and I, we share a history with the same man, with me being someone he briefly courted and you being his brother and sworn enemy."
"You don't need to remind me of that," Bastian said with a hint of bitterness. "Give me that bottle."
"So, I was planning to get you drunk and show you my new tattoo," Sharona said. She was a completely different person while wasted. Not necessarily in a bad way, either. She was just more…honest and direct.
"Quickly, we need to find an inn," Bastian agreed and took a swig from the bottle of rum.
"Who said anything about getting a room?" Sharona's face still had that girl next door glow, but it appeared like she was down for something wicked. Perhaps this was the side of her that had gotten her nether regions inked.
"You mean…you naughty girl." Bastian wagged his finger at her and took her by the hand.
Near the harbor district was an area where endless rows of barrels waited to be filled with various different goods. There, they could enjoy the privacy of having a room in an inn while still feeling like they were being bad, for doing such things in public, for being lecherous and indulging their vices.
"Sorry," Sharona muttered as he pulled her into the shadow of a large barrel. The sunlight heated up the ground, but when they could avoid its direct touch, the weather was bearable.
She was getting all shy again. For some reason, Bastian found the contrast cute. He felt himself getting harder, and it wasn't just the rum talking.
"You must think I am a horrible skank," Sharona said, but in the end of her sentence, her voice dropped and gained a raunchy quality.
Bastian handed her the bottle. He was trying to catch up with her.
"Yes, and you are MY slut," he growled and pulled her closer by her hair as she tried to open the bottle. "I will never judge you for that."
He ended up taking another swig. He was a womanizer while sober. When he was even the slightest bit tipsy, he was demonic.
Quickly, he snatched out a blue ribbon from her hair, snapped it in two and put the other piece back and the other into his pocket. There would be time for their vows later. At least he was making an attempt to make her honorable.
"I am going to take you here, no matter who is watching," he said and observed her cheeks get pink from the idea - but she had to hide a wide grin that couldn't really be hidden at all.
Deciding to prolong things no more, he took her wrists in one hand and caressed her face, her beautiful pouty lips with the other. He turned her body so that she was half resting on top of a barrel.
She gasped.
"I'm going to take you now," Bastian told her matter-of-factly and released himself from his clothes.
"Yes…please!"
She blushed profusely, perhaps thinking about the fact that they could still be seen doing this here. They were out in the open, and he was quickly stripping her naked.
Without any further complications, he started to rub her down there, although she was already seriously wet.
He pressed himself against her entrance. She felt hot on his tip, ready and willing to take him in.
She bit her lip as he pushed into her. He could imagine that he was stretching her out, as she was naturally narrow despite having beautifully rounded hips. Everything about her was pale - and there was the tattoo. Oh. It was actually rather beautiful, as it was an ingenious cover up, a mural of flowers stretching towards her lips and her soft inner thigh.
"It's a pretty tattoo," he chuckled and started to thrust into her with his hands holding her by her hips.
She buckled under him, gasping, moaning. She was clawing at the barrels, wide-eyed. It looked like the sheer pleasure of him sliding in and out of her was driving her insane.
He bent down to kiss her and stuck his tongue deep into her mouth. Then he picked up his pace, went harder and faster.
She was moving her hips to maximize her own pleasure. He liked it that she wanted to have him this way. She was using him as a tool to get her kicks, and he was totally okay with it. She felt good around his mast, anyway, with her tight and slippery entrance readily sucking him in like a supernatural vortex.
He felt exhilarated by the situation. Here they were, making love in a public place. They could get killed for this.
Finally, he could not take more of this, and with one final thrust he gave in to the temptation of her softest and best parts squeezing his member. He erupted into her and slowly pulled himself out as she was also coming with the force of a thousand supernovas and the convulsions of her cave would have been too much for his sensitive organ.
He had been getting a whole lot of action lately, and while he still had stamina, he realized that in a carnal way, he felt spent. In a pleasant sense, of course, but he doubted people normally had so many licentious deeds in their lives during such a short period of time.
He felt the deep clarity he often felt after nutting into a woman, and the pleasant, radiant emptiness was somehow spreading between him and his partner. She was still on the barrel, his stuff dripping out of her as she giggled like a maniac and simultaneously blushed again. What a deep shade of pink she could attain!
"I think we need to take a swim to get cleaned up," Bastian said.
Sharona nodded.
"It was good," she added. "I loved it."