The Taste of Secrets
Episode 1
The bedroom curtains gently flutter, letting out the timid rays of the morning sun, illuminating the partially darkened room. The soft glow of the sun meets Emma's tanned skin, making it shimmer. Her naked body is sweaty, burning and her breathing is heavy, trying to hold back the moans that escape her mouth.
Propped up with her knees on the bed, her arms are open, and her hands pull the ends of the sheets. Her face is buried in the pillows of the bed, hoping to muffle the sounds she makes involuntarily. Behind her, firmly holding her hips, the gentle Mr. Gustav, now shows his masculine virility and experience by making quick and continuous movements, while his cock penetrates the young woman's pussy.
The man is naked and standing outside the bed, his hands firmly pulling Emma's hips against his own, making the creak noise of the bed mix with the friction of their skin. His mature body is sweaty, tight and burning with desire for the young woman.
"Y-you… ah… you are so strong…"
The young woman digs her head out of the pillows, resting her elbows, looking back. Her expression is one of pleasure as she caresses the hand holding her hip. The man doesn't answer her, not verbally at least. Looking at the young woman's face, asking for more, Gustav holds her firm and makes even faster and strong movements, letting out even more breathless sighs.
Both are reaching their climax. Emma bites the bedsheet, while calling his name passionately. Gustav, on the other hand, starts to slow down, showing signs of fatigue. In protest, Emma doesn't let him ease up, thrusting her hips in time with his.
"I'm… I'm almost there, my dear."
He says as he penetrates even deeper, now releasing one of his hands to hold the young woman's golden curly hair.
"Do you want to end it inside?"
Asks the young woman, caressing the hand of the man, who holds her tightly. She bites her lip, clearly expecting a positive response.
"No, please."
He answers with a shaky voice, almost as if he was begging for the opposite.
"Please..."
The young lady disagrees, pushing her hips even harder against him.
"I said NO!"
The man answers decisively, letting go of the girl's hair. He throws her on the bed again, holding her hips firmly, penetrating her even harder as she loses in pleasure. It doesn't last long until the young woman climaxes first. Her legs stretch and tremble as she grips the sheets tightly. Biting the pillows, she makes an almost superhuman effort to not cry out in relief.
Gustav, in turn, takes his member out of the young woman, letting his pleasure escape outside, staining the young woman's buttocks with the sticky liquid. Lying next to each other, exhausted, they remain silent for a few minutes. The sun continues to illuminate the young woman's skin, making her glow in the room. Both look at each other, while Gustav fondly caresses her golden hair.
Emma looks at him with a serene expression, while he looks at her with a kind look with his small dark eyes. The only sound in the room is their heavy breathing. Gustav's gentle expression is replaced by guilt as he sits up in bed. His hands covering his face, almost as if he's hiding in shame.
"Forgive me, my dear, please."
He says with a voice full of sadness.
"What happened, my lord?"
The woman sits beside the man, gently rubbing his sweaty, balding head.
"I promised you that we wouldn't do this anymore, and here I am taking advantage of your fragility again. Forgive me please."
The man's hoarse voice demonstrates a sincere feeling, almost as if he was fighting an uncontrollable desire to possess the young woman.
"Well..." The young woman lets out a laugh. "And you think you're the only one who feels pleasure?"
She asks, placing her hands under his, uncovering the man's face.
"We do it because we like it. You didn't take me here just to satisfy your desires. We are satisfying each other."
The young woman faces him with a sincere smile, almost making the man's heart melt.
"Besides, with so much desire inside here, so I'm glad to help you. It's fascinating how a man with your age is so virile."
She says, touching his member, who was now indisposed and without the same erection as before, while giving him a kiss on his neck. The man gets up quickly, unbalances himself, trying to find something to cover his body. As he walks awkwardly, clearly embarrassed by the young woman's words, he tries to put his clothes back on.
"Don't say that, please. This time, I promise you, I won't take advantage of you again."
He answers by putting his crumpled clothes in a disheveled way. He continues, now dressed and driving to the bedroom door.
"Of course, like last time, my lord."
The young woman answers with a pleasant laugh, knowing clearly that in a while he would return to look for her in her room, begging for a pleasure that only she could give him.
"By the way… take the day off. We are without guests, and today you have delivery at the barracks. You'll have your hands full already. So, Lyra and I will handle them while you concentrate on what you need to do."
Says the man finishing fix his clothes, stopping in front of the door just before leaving for it. The man closes the door, finishing adjusting his clothes, putting on his glasses and saying goodbye. Emma nods goodbye and stays sitting on the bed until he leaves.
As soon as the door closes, her innocent, serene expression gives way to something like pure satisfaction, as if she's achieved what she's been looking for. "Perfect," she thinks. Standing, she walks to a closet in her bedroom, taking some clothes out of one part, just below a thick leather bag, moving a wooden board in the closet that looks like a false bottom. In the secret compartment, there are a series of bottles of the most varied colors, a notebook, some documents and a silver dagger with white ornaments that look like they were made of bones.
The young woman takes one of the flasks with the words “blue amaranth powder” from the false bottom. In addition, she also removes her notebook, opening in a page with something like a structure that resembles a military building. She carefully analyzes it as she sits back on the bed. Still naked and flips through the notebook in her hand as she sets the small vial by the bed on a small bench.
Flipping through the notebook, she comes to what looks like a series of recipes written in an unreadable language, almost as if they were written in code. The drawing of an exotic blue plant decorates the page, while reading she takes the small bottle again, leaving the notebook open on the bed. Uncorking the small glass object, she carefully drops some of the bluish powder onto the skin of her hand.
Taking the substance with her tongue, the young woman feels her body burn again, a few seconds after swallowing. She caps the vial carefully as she puts it back where it was. Emma starts sweating again and tries to get up to go to the bathroom, leaning against the wall. Upon entering the small bathroom, a bathtub with scented water awaits her, to clean herself from the warm activities of that morning. The young woman stops in front of the bathtub and sits on the edge.
She squeezes her breasts and bites her lip, letting out small moans. With the other hand, she carefully massages her clit, which is still sensitive. Her mind is blank, driven only by primal desires and pure instinct. Letting herself slip, she dives into the bath scented with icy water, making her wake up from her trance.
"I need to get the amount right... strong enough to obey and weak enough to allow thinking. I'll make a note of that later."
Thinks the young woman, looking almost like another person as she emerges from the icy water, with a serious and concerned expression on her face. Bringing her hands close to her mouth, she silently seems to think through a series of calculations that only make sense in her head.
A few minutes later, now properly dressed and clean, the young woman closes the door to her room, locking it with a key that hangs around her neck, like a simple necklace. The interior of the inn is rustic, but has a very cozy feel. A delight for the tired eyes and feet of travelers who find refuge and rest there. Several doors next to each other are on the second floor of the building and some small potted plants decorate the space.
Some of the windows have colored stained-glass, which with the sun makes colors vibrate in green and bluish tones inside the inn. Some of these windows are already there, letting the cold morning breeze come in and ventilate the place.
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