NTR School: S Rank Student

Raphael had his face buried in Heather's breasts, pinching and rolling her pink nipples in his hands.

"W-why does that feel so good?" The woman moaned, in disbelief at the pleasure.

Raphael moved his face from in-between her breasts, but only for a moment. "Keep it down, or your husband will hear."

Raphael pulled the woman into a kiss, catching Heather by surprise. At first, she was hesitant, but then she began to involve her tongue.

This is the first time in ten years that a man who isn't my husband has kissed me.

They pulled away from each other, as Raphael sat her on the bed.

Her mouth was open and panting for air, and her breasts were still exposed.

"Stick out your tongue." The Dragon King ordered.

Heather did as he said, confusedly. Raphael took her warm pink tongue into his mouth and sucked on it, earning another yelp from the woman.

What is this... I haven't felt like this in forever. Heather thought to herself as she was pushed onto her back.

Raphael lay on top of her, still locked into their kiss, until he worked his way down to her neck and eventually her pink nipples.

He swapped between her two large breasts, tasting them equally. A wet spot began to form between Heather's legs, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a while.

Raphael slowly undressed the woman, pulling her innkeeper clothes down past her shoulders. Her entire upper body was now exposed.

Where her arms and waist were slender, her breasts were somehow incredibly large. Like two pillows resting upon a stick.

Raphael traced his hands over her warm skin, feeling her in all different places. Eventually, they landed on her waist, which he used as handles as he kissed around the areas of her belly button.

Heather's head was spinning. It was as though the man adored her body as though she were his wife.

Trevor never touches me like this... Never.

She could hardly hear the sounds of the man's music from downstairs, as Raphael pulled her clothes down further, revealing her freshly shaven pussy lips.

Raphael took in the sweet scent and looked up at the woman, who now looked away embarrassed.

"I can't believe such a weak man's owns this to himself. Does he even know what to do with it?"

Raphael ran his tongue up her pink slits, which instantly caused the juices to leak. Heather let out a scream as she tried to cover with her mouth.

It didn't work, so instead, she grabbed hold of the pillow and bit down on it.

Raphael's tongue worked between her legs, licking and sucking her up and down.

It didn't take long for Heather to feel the pressure of liquid travelling rapidly towards her pussy.

With a final lick, the woman let out a scream into the pillow. Her sparkling juices flew from her pussy, drenching Raphael's face as though he had been splashed in the river.

It lasted for five seconds, and Raphael didn't stop licking.

Once finished, Heather was left as a quivering mess on the bed. Raphael pulled away and looked at the scene he had created.

The woman's honey hair was now messy, and she had drenched the bed that he was meant to sleep in.

Her chest rose up and down in steady movements, clearly out of breath.

Once recovered, she looked up at the man, and the mess she had made.

"I-I'm so sorry. I couldn't control myself." She said, still in a daze of pleasure.

Raphael flashed her a smile.

"No worries. Just run me a bath, and perhaps bring a change of bed sheets."

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When Heather returned downstairs, she tried to quickly hurry past her husband, who was still sitting around the fireplace playing music.

He flashed her a look, which made the woman's heart race.

Did he hear me upstairs? Does he know what I did?

But as her husband spoke to her, something became clear in her head.

"How much money did you manage to milk him for?" He said without even glancing at her.

That was all he had to ask. How much money she had made.

Nothing about why she had been upstairs for so long, or what the customer was like.

She then came to a decision.

Raphael was right. Her husband did not deserve her.

Not only could he not satisfy her in bed, but he didn't even care for her needs.

The Dragon King is ten times better than him. I should take up his offer and follow him back to the five schools when he returns.

As his personal chef...

A smile etched onto his lips at the thought of it. She wondered what the man's cock might feel like if his mouth was able to leave her like it had.

There was still a wet patch in between her legs, but Trevor did not know that.

"He has paid adequately, don't worry." She responded to her husband as she returned to behind the counter.

Ring

Before anything else could be said, the bell on top of the door rang, signalling that someone had entered.

That's strange. Two customers in one day?

A man walked into the room, out of breath and heaving in air. He wore the white armour of the Snowdon Knights, and his hand rested by the hilt of his sword.

Trevor instantly stopped playing his music.

"Sorry to disturb you, but have either of you seen a new man in the city. He wears a crown atop a set of long blonde hair and arrived in a grey outfit." He said hurriedly.

Heather and her husband looked at each other, but just as he was about to answer, she quickly interrupted.

"No, we've seen no such man." She responded to Trevor's surprise.

The guard let out a frustrated sigh before bowing his head.

"Apologies then, but if you spot such a man, then report it to the Knights as soon as possible. His Majesty The King has demanded it."