Sassa dragged Drake through the hallway, her fingers tightly wrapped around his wrist as she pulled him toward one of the empty rooms.
The door swung open.
She shoved him inside and kicked it shut behind them.
The faint glow of moonlight filtered through the window, casting pale silver light across the small room.
"Sassa... maybe..." Drake tried to say, his words slurring slightly as the alcohol continued clouding his judgment. "Hiccup... we shouldn't—"
Sassa pushed him onto the bed with surprising strength for someone as intoxicated as she was. Before he could protest further, she climbed on top of him, sealing his lips with hers.
'Mmm...'
Her tongue swirled around his, aggressive and demanding, driven by the liquid courage coursing through her veins. For a heartbeat, Drake remained frozen, his instincts warring with his better judgment. He knew he should push her away, that this was the grief and the alcohol speaking, not reason.
But the alcohol was a sly beast, and his willpower was eroding rapidly.
He stopped resisting.
He kissed her back fervently, the heat of the moment overriding the last of his hesitation.
His hands slid down, grasping her firm rear and pulling her tighter against him. Sassa gasped into the kiss but didn't pull away. Instead, she broke the connection, a thin, glistening trace of saliva still connecting their lips as she leaned back.
"Is that thing of yours down there..." she whispered, her voice husky as her hand reached for the bulge in his pants. She gave it a squeeze, feeling the heat radiating through the cloth. "Mmm... also sweet like your lips?"
She chuckled softly, her fingers working with practiced eagerness to unbutton his trousers. "It feels big for sure..."
With a quick tug, she lowered his pants and boxers.
Slap!
His cock sprang free, the sheer weight and momentum of it striking her cheek with a heavy, fleshy thud.
Sassa froze for a moment, her eyes going wide as she took in the sheer scale of him. Even in the dim light, it looked impossibly large, throbbing with a life of its own.
She chuckled, a low, sultry sound escaping her throat as she wrapped her fingers around the base, unable to close her hand completely. "Mmm... I was right..."
Without waiting another instant, she leaned in and took him into her mouth.
"Ahh!"
Drake groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as wet heat enveloped him.
Her head began to bob up and down, her movements sloppy at first but quickly finding a desperate, hungry rhythm. Her tongue worked meticulously, swirling around the sensitive head and tracing the thick veins that pulsed against her lips.
It was a struggle.
Her jaw ached almost immediately, forced to its absolute limit to accommodate him. It was hot, heavy, and filled her mouth completely, stealing her breath away.
Drake's fingers tangled in her hair, the sensation overwhelming his senses. The combination of the alcohol and the sheer intensity of the moment pushed him dangerously close to the edge.
"Wait," he gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily. "Sassa, I'm—"
He didn't finish the sentence.
Drake's hands tightened in her hair, his hips lifting as he pushed himself deep into her throat.
"Ahh—!"
His body tensed. A powerful wave crashed through him as he came, thick and hard, filling her completely.
"Gagh!"
Sassa choked, her eyes watering as his release filled her throat entirely. Her hands pressed against his thighs for leverage as she tried to swallow, but it was too much, too fast.
Cough.
Cough.
She pulled back, gasping for air, her lips slick with saliva. Her eyes were watery, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.
Cough.
Cough.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a mixture of saliva and cum dribbling down her chin. Her breathing was ragged, her voice hoarse.
"That quick?" she managed to say, a hint of disappointment lacing her breathless words.
But the words died on her lips as she looked down.
He was already hard again.
Her eyes widened.
Drake didn't give her time to process it.
He moved.
In one fluid motion, he grabbed Sassa by the waist and flipped her onto the bed. She gasped as her stomach hit the mattress, her brown hair splaying across the tangled sheets. Before she could gather her thoughts, Drake positioned himself behind her, pulling her hips up so that her rear was pressed firmly against him.
He aligned himself with her entrance, the heat radiating from her body drawing him in like a moth to flame.
And then, he pushed forward.
"Oh god!"
Sassa's scream tore through the room as Drake buried himself completely inside her in a single, deep thrust. Her stomach bulged visibly beneath her, the sheer size of him forcing her body to accommodate more than it was built for. He had pushed so deep that nothing remained visible between them.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Sassa's fingers clawed at the bedsheets, her knuckles turning white as her body trembled. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps.
Then Drake moved.
He pulled back slowly, almost entirely withdrawing, before thrusting forward again.
"Ah!"
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Each thrust drew a sharp cry from Sassa's lips, her voice rising in pitch as Drake established a relentless rhythm. The bed frame creaked beneath them, the wooden joints protesting with each impact.
"Yes! Yes! Yeahhhh!"
Drake's hands clamped down on her waist, fingers digging into her skin as he picked up the pace. The wet, obscene sound of their bodies meeting filled the small room, punctuated by the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame.
"Ah... Ah..." Drake groaned through clenched teeth as he felt her inner walls clench and quiver around him, tight and slick and impossibly warm. Each thrust sent jolts of electricity up his spine.
Slap!
Slap!
The sound of flesh against flesh echoed through the room, loud enough to rival the creaking of the bed frame. Each thrust sent ripples across Sassa's body, her brown hair swaying with every impact.
Drake was relentless.
He was moving so fast, so hard, that rational thought became a distant memory. The alcohol had burned away whatever remained of his restraint, leaving only raw instinct and primal need.
Sassa's arms gave out beneath her.
Her face pressed into the pillow, muffling her screams as Drake ravaged her from behind. Her entire body shook with each thrust, her legs trembling violently as pleasure crashed through her in relentless waves.
"Ahhhhh!"
Sassa's entire body seized as a devastating orgasm ripped through her. Her back arched violently, her inner walls clamping down on Drake like a vice as every muscle in her body tensed simultaneously.
The sudden, overwhelming pressure pushed Drake over the edge.
"Ah—!"
Drake buried himself to the hilt one final time, his body going rigid as he released inside her. Thick, hot bursts filled her completely, sending aftershocks through Sassa's already overstimulated body. Her eyes rolled back, a broken, breathless moan escaping her lips as her legs gave out entirely.
They collapsed together onto the sweat-soaked sheets.
Pant.
Pant.
Pant.
Pant.
The room fell silent except for the sound of their ragged breathing.
Drake lay on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling. His mind was a hazy mess of alcohol and afterglow, thoughts swimming through his head like fish in murky water.
Sassa lay beside him, her body sprawled across the tangled sheets. Her brown hair clung to her damp forehead. Her legs were still trembling faintly, remnants of pleasure still echoing through her limbs.
Sassa's lips curled into a faint, exhausted smile.
"It was... amazing—"
Her words were cut short.
Drake moved.
Drake grabbed her waist and flipped her over with a fluid, effortless motion.
Sassa's eyes widened.
His cock was hard again.
Sassa's breath caught in her throat as she found herself on her back, staring up at Drake's silhouette in the moonlight. His eyes were different now — half-lidded, glazed with alcohol and something far more primal.
"Wait... Drake, I can't—"
She could.
They fucked until they both passed out.
…
Drake woke up.
The morning light pierced through the window like a blade, sharp and unforgiving. His head throbbed with a vicious hangover, each pulse of pain beating against his skull like a drum.
He groaned, pressing a palm against his forehead.
Then he turned his head.
Sassa lay beside him.
She was naked beneath the sheets, her brown hair splaying across the pillow in loose, tangled waves. Her expression was peaceful — impossibly peaceful for someone who had been through what she had been through. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing slow and even.
The sheets had slipped down to her waist, exposing the gentle curve of her bare shoulders and the faint marks scattered across her collarbone — marks he had left.
Drake's blood ran cold.
'Fuck! What have I done?!'
His mind scrambled desperately for some kind of explanation, some justification — but there was none. The memories of last night were fragments, broken and hazy, but vivid enough in all the wrong places. Sassa's lips. Her hands. The bed creaking. The —
The door opened.
Drake's head snapped toward the sound.
Shihoru stood in the doorway.
Her hair was a disheveled mess, her clothes wrinkled from sleep. She held a small tray in her hands — a glass of water and what looked like a mild remedy for hangovers. She had probably woken up moments ago, seen that Drake wasn't in the common area, and come looking for him.
Her eyes moved slowly across the room.
They settled on Sassa first — on her bare shoulders, on the sheets pooled around her waist, on the unmistakable evidence of what had happened.
Then they moved to Drake.
Then to the scattered clothes on the floor. His pants. Her dress. Tangled together in a heap beside the bed.
Her eyes widened.
The tray slipped from her fingers.
The glass shattered against the wooden floor, water and herbal remedy splashing across the boards in a bitter, fragrant puddle. Neither of them moved to clean it up.
Shihoru stood frozen in the doorway.
Her lips trembled. Her hands hung limp at her sides, fingers still curled in the shape of a glass that no longer existed. The shattered remains of the cup glittered across the wet floorboards like scattered diamonds, catching the pale morning light.
Drake's mouth opened.
"Wait! Shihoru, it—"
But she was already gone.
Her footsteps echoed down the hallway — quick, uneven, desperate. Then the sound of another door slamming shut reverberated through the inn like a gunshot.
The silence that followed was worse.
Drake sat frozen on the bed.
"Fuck."
Drake sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands.
The hangover pounded behind his eyes, but that was nothing compared to the weight settling in his chest. Shihoru's face — the exact moment her eyes had shattered — was burned into his memory with merciless clarity.
She had come to bring him water.
She had come to check if he was fine.
To be continued...
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