Chaotic Curiosity

Last night force

Lyth's POV,  NSFW

Hopefully last time

He spanked the snow off his coat, while he entered the tavern. A bard trying to get everybody's attention but failing with his cracking voice. It was already full and people's faces seem to blur with the headache Lyth approached the group table. Grinning he ordered a big glass, hoping to forget the pain he was dealing with for the longest. The group chatting loudly, talking about the festival, the guests, some good looking costumes, and the rumor about the new brothel. As Lyth is sipping his beer, he points his ears and listens carefully what the rumor is really about.
A brothel just for quests. But instead of guests paying, they will be the ones getting paid. Performing for hunters and citizens from Forest Walltes, showing them what they haven’t seen yet. The headache didn’t go away, but the idea of spending a night with guests from somewhere exotic would be finally something new. The brothels in forest walltes all know the large hunter. But just as he gets bored with his guns, he always needs a new one after a few shots. With a pinch around his eyes, he focuses at the door, a beautiful woman elf leaning at the edge, glancing at him. Without hesitation nor thought, he puts his glass down and rises from the bench.
The cold breeze makes his eyes tear. Dragging his new and too long coat over the snow. Without removing his eyes from the elf women, he tries to catch up. Around the corner, he lost any direction, and perceptive. The only thing he could see was her blonde hair, long eyelashes, wonderful cups of breasts, that were fitting perfectly into his palm. As he leans down to bring the lips to each other, he lifts her up, turning and putting her onto some pillows. His arms beside her head, lustfully kissing her. He feels lots of bites and hears high pitched, overexaggerated, moaning.
Slowly moving his hips, the movement seemed endless. Her voice faded into the background and his headache appeared once more. Thud after thud, her voice became more annoying. To ignore any more of it, he closes his eyes, focusing on ending this all. Suddenly he feels warm hands on his cheeks, a soft deep voice calling his name.
                “Lytheaus”
Eyes flying open, meeting the silver eyes, almost reflecting himself in them. The hands bring Lyths face down. Before connecting after a long time, Lyth grabs the golden accessed horns and goes deeper, as his tongue plays with the tieflings.
Moans lighter to the ear appear, his back tingling from the scratches, and the soft brushing of the tail. Nearing the end, Lyth backs off from the kiss, to look into the tieflings eyes. Knowing, he has to get rid of the feeling, he lets everything out, only to hear a moan. His own.
with another headache he wakes up, trying to push himself into a sitting position. His body hot, his skin sweat sticking, his feet cold. With one hand he lifts the sheet, only to reveal a wet mess.
Deep sighing he falls back into his pillow, only being able to see the silver eyes.