<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/04fd85f8-26e8-4c1b-ad91-4015c600383e/ddnn82s-a7766271-8f5c-46cc-bcb2-035ad27b2c54.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzA0ZmQ4NWY4LTI2ZTgtNGMxYi1hZDkxLTQwMTVjNjAwMzgzZVwvZGRubjgycy1hNzc2NjI3MS04ZjVjLTQ2Y2MtYmNiMi0wMzVhZDI3YjJjNTQuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.ph-3HwiPc0OmaLmpyoQs6J98SYlWynZCgswSaO_4QIU)</div>Breathing slowly, he enjoys the numbing sensation of pleasure running in his limbs as the afterglow sets in. His cheeks were a tint of red from the arousal fueling him and how intense it was when she continued working him through his climax. His hands were white from how hard his hands were clenched upon the table. It was like capturing lightning in a bottle. He watched as she cleansed his cock of every drop, and how she had swallowed every bit of him. Now he forgives her for the trouble she caused. With his gaze smoldering upon her once more he spoke up.<strong>"Come out from under there and have a seat. Im sure you are thirsty... and hungry for some real food."</strong>Of course he didn't specify where she could sit but he wants to see what kind of liberty she would take with such a statement. The afternoon rush of customers was coming and it seemed as though the two of them would have plenty of company surrounding their private table. Not even a silhouette was shown of them yet. Unless lanterns were lit in their little corner, they would remain safely obscured.<br/><br/>He took a small sip of the honey mead and when he had the room to do so, he made to tuck his penis away within his breeches and buckle his belt back up. Carefully he offered her, her own tankard as the Hellhound and Songbird settled into the warm cozy nature of this place.<strong>"Seeing as how we will need to be off and away from this town by morning, I fear we shall have to take our rest early."</strong>He had no map of the surrounding region and more than likely neither did she have such recollection. But he figured the pair of them would find their way through the harsh land up ahead. He leans back in the chair and then thinks it over. The Hellhound considers the potential that they may need at the very least a map before they leave the town. Keeping to the road may prove more difficult in harsher weather.