Arad entered his room with Aella beside him, “Should we sleep early?” Aella asked with a smile.
“Of course, I want to get many jobs done tomorrow,” Arad replied, sitting in the corner and closing his eyes.
Aella looked at him, a sad grin on her face. “Can you use the bed?”
Arad opened one eye and looked at her, “You should use it. We talked about it before.”
“The bed is wide enough for us both,” Aella said, approaching him.
“The slave contract will trigger. I don’t want to deal with any problems right now.” Arad replied while closing his eyes.
Puffing her cheek, Aella bent down and picked him from his side. “Up you go,” She growled.
Arad opened his eyes and stared at her, “Let go of me,” Looking down with his powerful dragon eyes, he could see a faint trace of her pants showing on her robe.
Since Aella didn’t let go of him immediately, he extended his hand and grabbed her robe, pulling her pants up to trip her. To his bad luck, she was too flexible to be affected, and she dropped him on the bed.
Arad glared up at her, “Fine, you win.” Aella stared at him with a smile, “Turn on your stomach.”
Exhausted, he did what she said.
Aella pulled his shirt up and rested her hands on his back, squeezing his muscles up while making sure his back remained straight.
“AH!” Arad sighed, “Tell me from the start that you wanted to give me a massage, and I would have accepted.”
Aella didn’t respond and kept on squashing his back. After a while, she stopped.
“Just a moment,” Aella said, stretching her shoulders.
Arad looked back at her, “Aren’t you the one needing a massage?” He asked.
Aella shook her head, “No, I’m fine.” As she said that, Arad grabbed her by the hand and pulled her toward the bed.
“Relax, I will give you a massage,” He whispered.
“Do you even know how to do that?” she cried, trying to stand, but Arad held her down.
“Stay put. It won’t hurt that much. I hope.” Arad cracked his fingers as he laid his hands on her shoulders, “You squeezed down and pushed up.” CRACK!
“AWAWAWAWAW!” Aella wiggled, “You’re using too much force. Tune it down!” she wiggled her back.
“Like this?” With weaker squeezes, Aella relaxed, “That’s it, more,” Her face switched to a smile as the weight on her shoulders started to lessen. But after a while, she starts to feel another weight on her butt.
“Hoi! What are you doing?” She turned her head, looking toward Arad. He was sitting on her but while massaging her shoulder.
“What?” He looked at her, confused.
“Why are you sitting on me?” She asked, not angry but confused like him.
“I should sit? You were sitting on me.” He said with a passive face.
Aella remembered, as her shoulders were heavy, she rested her weight on his lower back.
“I sat on your lower back,” She replied.
Arad looked at her butt, grabbing both buns in his hands, “I don’t know where your thighs end and your back starts. It’s all one big puff and soft mound.”
Aella pointed with her finger to her waist, “Here it is.”
Arad looked at her waist, “It’s too thin, I feel like it will break,” Ge replied, “Can I keep sitting where am I?”
Aella sighed with a faint smile, “Fine, but we sleep together after.”
Arad nodded, “why not?”
Thud! Grinning, Jack put the beer box on the ground, “Got more!”
Lydia stared at the box half-drunk, “We shouldn’t drink more,” she rubbed her face, trying to wake up.
“Come on! Drink, drink,” Jack opened a bottle and downed it. 𝓫𝓭𝓸𝓋𝓁．𝓬𝓸𝓂
After staring at him for a second, she took a bottle and drank it. “We shouldn’t,” she looked at the bottle, “Drink here. Let’s go to the bar.” She said, slapping her face, doing her best to wake up. Paladins had high tolerance due to the holy magic coursing in their veins, neutralizing the alcohol.
“We can’t,” Jack wiggled, lifting the box with weak steps, “Let’s head to the room. We can drink at ease.”
The two slowly made their way to Jack’s room, where they spent the night drinking.
***
Chirp! Chirp!
Jack slowly opened his eyes, hardly able to breathe. “What is this?” He growled with a horrible headache and painful stomach.
It was dark, even though he could hear the birds outside. He extended his hands, grabbing the heavy thing on his face and pushing it up.
Just then. Jack recognized it, the puff ass of an annoying paladin. “Lydia, get off me!” He rapidly stood, pushing her away.
Lydia growled, rolling to the side and scratching her side as she looked toward him. “Why so noisy…” she then noticed her lack of clothes.
Momentarily, she didn’t think much of it, scratching her chest and looking around. She was used to sleeping naked. “Good morning…” After saying that, the realization came to her, and she looked down at herself. And then back at Jack, terrified.
“The fuck you did!” She glared at him, shouting in a faint voice. The last thing she wanted was for the whole world to hear them.
“What the fuck did you do? I’m still wearing my clothes. You whore paladin.” Jack shouted faintly, throwing the blanket to her.
Lydia paused for a moment, looking at Jack. He was right. He still had his armor on. There is a good chance nothing happened.
Lydia looked at him and immediately threw the blanket away, opening her legs up.
Jack didn’t even care to look away, “What are you doing?”
Lydia glared at him, “Checking if nothing happened, and I swear to rip your head off if something happened.” She glared at him with holy light bursting from her eyes.
“Then don’t spread your legs like that in front of me,” Jack replied, not averting his eyes.
“I have a bigger problem than that.” She growled, inspecting her vagina with her fingers. So soon sighed in relief, “Thank god, it’s still there.” She relaxed, falling on her back.
“What are you doing?” Jack approached her.
“I’m still a virgin. Nothing happened.” She spread her arms, taking a deep breath.
Jack looked at her nodding, “So, what about it now?” He waved his hand above her.
“What do you mean?” She asked. Still glad nothing happened.
Jack extended her hand and grabbed her chest, “This, you’re still naked.”
Lydia glared at him. And then sighed, “Honestly, I’m too glad you did nothing that I can’t even feel angry.”
Jack let go and grabbed the blanket, throwing it at her, “Then cover yourself. How come you lost your clothes?” He sighed, relieved that he wasn’t stuck with a paladin of all people.
Lydia sat up, not even bothering to cover herself, “I’m used to sleeping naked. I must have taken my armor off out of habit.”
Jack looked at her, feeling his headache intensify. Thud! He grabbed her head and glared at her face, “Cover yourself, stripping paladin. Why do I, a rogue, has to play the decent one here?”
She looked at him and then lay on the bed, “I don’t care anymore, at least around you. Just let me calm down a bit.”
“Damn you.” Jack covered her again and stood, stretching his arms. “My head is hurting. I must have drunk more than I should.” He sat on the ground.
Lydia stood and grabbed his head in her palm, [Cleanse] A gust of light gushed from her hand and washed over him, clearing his body of all the toxins and curing the hangover.
Jack lifted his head, looking at her dangling milkers, barely seeing her face. “Wear something. You’re taking for a safe person more than you should.” He stood.
“I know you won’t do anything, and you already saw me naked, so where is the problem?” She said with a smile.
“Said the paladin who tried to kill me a few days ago? You’re pushing your luck too much,” Jack replied, staring back at her, “You’re a paladin, remember?”
She sat on the bed, “You say that, but you won’t do anything.” She smiled.
Thud! The next moment, she found herself pinned on the bed with Jack holding her arms with one hand and pinning her legs with his knees.
“It doesn’t matter if it was a rogue or a saint, be on guard, as you can’t be too careful.” Jack said, poking her neck with his second hand before letting go of her, “This why I say most of your people can be found at a whore house. You’re too carefree.”
“Sorry,” she stood, wearing her clothes while staring at his back.
The two of them got out, walking downstairs to the counter. “William, breakfast for two people.”
William nodded with a smile, “You two are together again? Did you reach an understanding?”
“No,” Jack replied immediately.
Lydia stared at William, “It’s not worth wasting my time.” She rested her arm on Jack’s shoulder. We might get used to him.
“I will not work for your church,” Jack replied immediately, pushing her arm away.
“How about personal requests?” Lydia smiled.
“I hate the church, but not individual people. I guess I can hear you.” Jack sighed.