Lyrio was licking his lips at Shayla's hesitant but sure decision to take him. He just loved watching a girl push their limits bravely, to teeter over the edge just waiting to take that plunge! And the young rogue was just practice. Once he split her on his cock, he could try his luck with the elf maybe, or ask around after those daughters he's heard so much about from the perverted drunks he buttered up with drinks last night. He even goaded her, teasingly gyrating his hips so that the fat, seeping crown kissed her sex and threatened to slip in if he just thrust at the right moment.<br/><br/>But then the knock at the door interrupted them both.<br/><br/>"Kind of you, dear innkeepess!" he shouted back hoarse from the hiccup he just swallowed, stifling a loud groan of protest hiding a sliver of pleasure in hearing Arisa's dulcet voice. Rather than sap his passion, he surged even harder just imagining the voice behind the door screaming and mewling in throes of pleasure. "Please... send someone to my room later with the dish!"<br/><br/>The merchant could hear her tap her foot impatiently, but he was bold enough to still caress Shayla, even nudge her with his huge cock, wondering if she was still willing to go all the way with him, or if all that bravado and lust had suddenly drained from her face and cunt once the mistress came to check on them. "Five minutes?" he whispered in the redhead's ear. "What<em>can</em>we do in five,<em>long</em>, minutes?"