Martin held her in his arms, thrusting his well sized girth into her prior virginal santch, scraping against her tightening inner walls. His maw fell over one of her teets, clasping around it, suckling and slurping on the tender mound of flesh that fell to him, as he ground up repeatedly into her huge ass, loving every moment of the bubbly friction between the twos grinding hips. Sweet liquour, blood, sweat and cream stirred up and mixed between each other, creating more lubrication than ever before. Widening, his eyes locked straight down on her, his churning sack pumping more of his thickened cream straight into her mound, some of it spilling out over him.<br/><br/>" You're great! "<br/><br/>He finished, getting himself off, barely able to finish his sentance before the lip lock took place. Martin kissed her back, running his tongue along the underside of her own, twisting and turning it for every moment the warming embrace would last. At long last, a deep breath was expelled from his lungs, he served as her pillow, keeping his arms wrapped around her, his satisfied male lengh cushioned against one of her thighs.<br/><br/>" Mhm.. " Martin hummed lightly, the word 'love' lightly tapping on his noggin. He didn't seem disturbed by this, but he didn't respond either, he just quietly stared at her as they kissed again, a meeting of the tongues happening once more. He was sure to give her a little tap on the behind as she moved up, wishing nothing more than to touch that jiggling backside of hers again.<br/><br/>Alas, he came to a stand now with his flaccidating member lying limp between his legs. He watched her get dressed, his left hand holding him up after the impressive orgasm, supporting him on the bed until he came to a stand. " Thank you, ma'am. " He responds in a formal manner, saluting her respectfully, his testes both jiggling as he made the motion, possibly somewhat comical. Martin suited up into what he was wearing beforehand, slipping the shortsword back onto his waist along with the iron buckler. He didn't have anything else to wear, but he didn't really feel it necassary most times.<br/><br/>He walked towards the door after her, figuring he'd find something to do either in the safe-zone or maybe a place outside that would suit his needs, his mask was still in his left pocket and he had it for any sudden form of emergency. With a light sigh, but a more sated and peaceful expression than before, he could be seen exiting the inn, holding both of his hands on his hips, looking up towards the sky. It somehow just didn't look the same without the occasional sheen of pink scurrying across it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>