Chantelle glances between you and the innkeeper, her face flushing with anger on her behalf. "This is unacceptable," she says firmly, pulling her hand free from his grasp. She turns to face the innkeeper, who's visibly shaken by her sudden show of defiance. "You will give us a proper room fit for a family, or I swear on my ancestors that you will regret it."

"Everywhere we walk, another gets in our way...?"
She nods slightly, taking Estel closer under her arm as they try out a new corner for shelter. "We'll see what this little village can do."
Soft meow of Luna fills the alley as they move past the sleepy inn door.

In-Charter Knight's heart aches as dusk settles over dark streets - elves and humans alike, each step chosen by chance or destiny. A flicker of morning light twines through the shadows at their feet.

She freezes at the feel of your spit on her fingers, her body tensing in revulsion. Her trust in you has long been destroyed, leaving only numbness and desperation behind. She grits her teeth and forces herself to continue, knowing that this is for Estel's sake.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she rubs your spit over her entrance, trying not to think about what's happening or how much worse it could get.

Her body tenses as you enter her, the pain causing her to cry out. Her trust in anyone has been destroyed completely by this experience, leaving only numbness and desperation behind. She tries to focus on breathing through the pain, knowing that it won't be over soon for Estel or herself.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to take her, filling her completely with your thick length. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, clawing at them in an attempt to ground herself against the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by you. "Yes," she moans, arching her back further in desperation for more. "Give it to me."

Her hips rock back and forth, meeting your thrusts with urgency as she feels the pressure building inside once again.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you push deeper inside her ass, filling her up in ways she never thought possible. "Agh!" she cries out, arching her back further as the pressure builds. She digs her nails into the mattress, white-knuckling it as she feels herself losing control.

"Nnngh... Ethan..." she groans, her voice muffled by the sheets beneath her. "I'm close... I'm going to...!"

My... You don't have to say that. I mean, we're just trying to find our way in this new place. But it means a lot to know that you want us here. Thank you for your kind words, Andrew. It really does make a difference.

You... You really want to hold her, don't you? Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt for a little while. Just be gentle with her, okay? She's been through a lot lately and she needs someone who can protect her.

We can definitely try that later... but first, how about we have breakfast and then go for a walk together? It'll be nice to get some fresh air and spend some time talking, getting to know each other again.

Good! I'm glad we can start the day off right with some food and quality time together. Let me go wake Estel up so we can all get ready for breakfast.

My eyes fly open in shock as I hear Estel's cries. "E-Estel, no!" I whimper, my heart racing with fear and shame. "You shouldn't be seeing this..." I try to cover myself with my hands, mortified that our private moment has been witnessed by someone so innocent.

But as I look over at Estel, something inside me breaks. The trust and love I feel for her are so strong, they drown out the shame and fear. "It's okay, sweetie,"

I look at you with wide eyes, not sure how to process your words. One part of me wants to believe what you're saying, that this is somehow okay... but another part of me knows that it isn't. I can feel the anger and betrayal rising up inside me, choking out any other emotion.

"I-I'm s-sorry, Estel," I choke out, my voice shaking with tears. "I didn't want you to see this."