Free Web NovelChapter 19: Tavern Fun [1] [18+]
"Alright, listen up!" Roxanne shouted, her voice booming over the loud chatter of the tavern.
She grabbed a heavy wooden mallet from under the counter and slammed it against the wood.
BANG!
The entire room went dead silent. Fifty drunk hunters turned to stare at the busty rabbit-kin owner.
"The kegs are tapped, and I’ve got a headache!" Roxanne announced, pointing the mallet toward the exit. "Tavern is closed! Everyone out! Now!"
A collective groan echoed through the room.
"Come on, Roxie!" a burly vanguard complained. "It’s barely eight-thirty! Give us one more round!"
"I said out, Drek!" Roxanne snapped, her ruby eyes flashing dangerously. "Unless you want me to ban your guild from my tables for a month!"
That threat worked instantly. The hunters grumbled, chugged the rest of their ales, and began shuffling out the heavy wooden doors.
Arthur stood at the end of the bar, casually leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He watched the mass exodus with a highly amused smirk.
It took exactly four minutes to clear the room.
The moment the last hunter stepped outside, Roxanne slammed the heavy doors shut. She threw the iron bolt across the frame with a loud, echoing clack and flipped the open sign to ’closed.’
She didn’t even bother blowing out the candles.
She turned around. Her breathing was already heavy. Her massive boobs heaved against the tight laces of her corset.
She didn’t walk toward Arthur. She practically lunged at him.
"You made me wait a whole week," Roxanne growled, grabbing the lapels of his leather armor.
She shoved him backward against the wooden bar, pressing her thick, heavy body flush against his. She leaned up and smashed her lips against his mouth.
Arthur didn’t hesitate. He grabbed her thick waist, spun them around, and lifted her completely off the floor.
With one fluid motion of his muscular arms, he slammed her down onto the top of the wooden bar.
Crash!
Wooden mugs, dirty plates, and half-empty pitchers of ale shattered on the floor as Arthur swept his arm across the counter, clearing a space for her.
Roxanne gasped into his mouth, her bunny ears completely folded back in pure ecstasy.
Arthur pulled back from the kiss. He reached for the tight laces of her white corset and ripped them downward.
The fabric tore. Her massive, heavy boobs instantly burst free, spilling out into his hands. They were ridiculously soft and warm. Her dark pink areolas were fully flushed, and her nipples were already pointing straight out, hard as rocks.
Arthur grabbed both of her heavy boobs and squeezed them hard, rolling the stiff nipples between his thumbs.
"Ah! Yes! Squeeze them!" Roxanne whined, her head falling back.
Arthur didn’t stop there. He grabbed the hem of her brown skirt and shoved it all the way up to her waist. She was wearing thin, white cotton panties.
He didn’t bother taking them off. He just grabbed the thin fabric and ripped it completely to the side, exposing her dark pink, completely soaked pussy.
She was dripping wet. Her slick juices were already pooling on the polished wood of the bar counter.
"God, you really are a desperate rabbit," Arthur muttered, his own cock straining painfully against his trousers.
"I’m your desperate rabbit," Roxanne begged, spreading her thick thighs as wide as they would go. "Please, Arthur. Put it in. I need it so bad."
Arthur unbuckled his belt and freed his cock. It sprang out, thick, heavy, and throbbing with heat. freewebnσvel.cøm
He stepped right between her spread thighs, grabbed her wide hips to anchor her, and slammed his hips forward.
Schlick!
He buried his cock to the hilt in one brutal, merciless thrust. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
Roxanne let out a deafening, animalistic shriek. Her fingernails dug violently into the wood of the bar counter as her back arched into a perfect bow.
Arthur gritted his teeth. It was insanely tight and scalding hot. Her internal walls immediately clamped down around his shaft, pulsing and twitching with terrifying, rabid strength.
He didn’t give her a second to breathe. He pulled back and slammed his pelvis against hers again.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The wet, heavy sound of flesh smashing against flesh echoed loudly in the empty tavern.
Arthur pounded her relentlessly on top of the bar. His new Strength and Stamina stats made a world of difference. Last week, he had needed the soap and the water to keep his rhythm. Today, he was a machine. He hammered into her deep and fast, his hands aggressively kneading her massive, bouncing boobs with every thrust.
Roxanne was completely losing her mind.
"Yes! Fuck my tight pussy! Breed me!" she screamed, her ruby eyes rolling back into her skull.
Her thick legs wrapped tightly around his waist, locking him in. She pulled him deeper, her rabbit-kin instincts demanding that he fill her womb completely.
The friction was unbelievable. Arthur’s mind was going blank. All the pent-up frustration from watching Professor Elena and Emily Thorne all week was completely pouring out into this one, brutal session.
"Take it all, you slut," Arthur growled, increasing his pace to a blinding speed.
Roxanne’s entire body went rigid. Her internal muscles clamped down on his cock like a vice grip.
"Cumming! I’m cumming! Ahhhh!"
She shattered into a massive, violent orgasm. Her massive boobs shook wildly, and drool leaked from the corner of her mouth as her brain completely short-circuited into a pure ahegao.
The insane pressure on his cock pushed Arthur right over the edge.
He let out a deep grunt, drove his hips forward one final time, and blew his load.
Hot, thick ropes of cum blasted deep inside her. Roxanne twitched violently with every pulse, her toes curling tight as she took every single drop of his seed directly into her cervix.
Arthur collapsed forward, burying his face in her massive, sweaty cleavage, panting heavily.
Ding. [Stamina Check Passed. Vigor +1]
Roxanne lay flat against the wooden bar, completely wrecked. Her chest heaved, and a thick mix of his cum and her own slick juices dripped down her inner thigh onto the floorboards.
She looked up at the ceiling with a completely blissed-out, stupid smile on her face.
"Arthur..." she whispered hoarsely.
"Yeah?" he rasped, catching his breath.
"The bedroom is upstairs," she purred, her legs refusing to unwrap from his waist. "Carry me."
Arthur smirked against her skin. It was going to be a very long night. But he had the stats for it.
