“Ah-Asta!”

Stefan’s eyes cracked open. It was not unusual to overhear couplings in the night while staying at a roadside inn. But it was the familiarity of the voice that had him rising from his bed. He could have sworn he knew the woman whose moans could be heard through the thin walls between their rooms. Had he bedded her himself previously? He didn’t think this was an inn he had visited before…

A crack of light squeezed through the crumbling walls between them. It called to Stefan’s curiosity, demanding that he approach. He brought his face to the slit but could only see flashes of limbs and hear soft moans. Stefan stepped back, debating whether or not to return to bed.

“Asta, please!” The delicate voice cried.

Fuck it. He drew his boot dagger and chipped at the crack as carefully as possible, very wary of his arms master’s favourite saying of “If you can see your enemy, they can see you.” Once a hefty chunk had crumbled away, he brought his face back to the hole.

Now the view he had was worth seeing. A pair of naked women.

A large, muscular woman with dark green eyes and a body coated in scars of all sizes sat on the edge of the double bed in the centre of the neighbouring room. Over her lap laid a far smaller woman with charcoal black hair hanging long over her face. One of the sitting woman’s hands was supporting the dainty woman’s head, the other was jerking between her legs. It filled the room with deliciously wet sounds that had Stefan’s cock stirring.

The smaller woman squirmed in her lover’s lap, her creamy, unblemished skin writhing atop her thighs. On a firm thrust of the bulky woman’s hand, her head jolted back, and her hair fell away from her face as she moaned weakly.

Stefan’s eyes froze in their wide-open position and his mouth fell open. That was Lord Jon Montalli’s betrothed taking three fingers to the soul!

The great brute giving them to her had lazily chopped blonde hair and tattooed arms that could crush a man’s skull in the elbow. Of course, Stefan would kick his way in and put a stop to the debauchery if those biceps weren’t quite so big.

The little one, Riella he remembered her name was, she was twitching and wriggling in that gargantuan grip. Stefan couldn’t tell which end of her was making more noise. She cried out in pretty moans and pleading words while her cunt overflowed with moist and sticky sounds.

“A-Asta! Asta, I can’t a-”

“Good girl,” Asta murmured, her hand doubling in its speed and sending Riella into full-body spasms. Her orgasm hit her so hard her legs and toes curled, her spine curved, and her fingers clawed into Asta’s arm supporting her. She was visibly inexperienced, the shock in her expression was precious. Stefan wondered if it was her first.

Stefan hadn’t realised how invested he had become in the scene until his forehead bumped against the thin plaster wall. He mouthed a curse word before returning his eye to the hole.

The blonde, Asta, had flipped them onto the bed with Riella beneath her. The smaller woman was at the mercy of Asta’s mouth, it struck her between the legs without hesitation and drank at her cunt greedily.

Riella struggled against the bed sheets, her little feet kicking the air above Asta’s shoulders with scrunched toes.

“Ah-ah-ah-Asta!”

Asta continued to dine, licking and sucking in the loud mannerless way that most mercenaries ate their supper. Her oversized hands took hold of Riella’s thighs and squeezed the skin like dough, forcing her to open up further. The smaller women yelped and mewled and wriggled against the sensations, clearly completely overwhelmed.

“Oh- I’m go- Asta! Please! I can’t!”

Asta hummed a sound of agreement between Riella’s legs but did not pull back. Whatever she was doing that had the young woman squeaking and begging, she kept doing it until another orgasm hit her. Riella’s body froze in a slightly contorted position but her mouth continued to release a high moan that got weaker as she rode out her climax. When her form flopped fully to the bed, Asta finally released the vulva she had been holding hostage in her mouth. She sat up and over the young lady, caging her in under her much larger frame, and ducked her head for a surprisingly soft kiss. Riella kissed her back, tired but eager, and Stefan decided he had spied enough. If the young lady was happy, then what she got up to was none of his business.

He crept back to his bed for some personal time with his hand in his small clothes.

Before he finally fell asleep for the night, Stefan wished Lord Montalli luck for his wedding night, because unless he had a demonic cock, he would be nothing short of a disappointment to his new bride after that performance.