It probably said something about how their campaign was going that he had to go to a port at the border of the province of Noria rather than one of the ports in Noria itself. His company was becoming too well known within the province for him to openly stay at a tavern, even one of the ones that was nominally supporting Silas. Some of them were secretly with the deposed ruler but out in the open they had to show their 'loyalty' to the dickhead in charge.
Alexios didn't mind because it meant that he got to go to a different port with all the new money the Princess had given him to see if he could buy some new shiny soldiers! Or ships... he did enjoy buying ships and he had a load of ship names just waiting to go but for now he decided to just focus on checking out the local pool of talent.
Of course that went out the window when he spotted Zi entering the tavern.
Laughing a little bit, Alexios walked up to the bar so that they would arrive at it at the same time. Putting down some coin (the coin from the Princess he had buried in a safe spot only he knew about until their war galley could arrive to serve as mobile bank) on the bar, he grinned at her even as he spoke to the bartender.
"Get us a bottle of your strongest, nastiest, alcohol." he demanded with a smirk, "One glass though - I'm sure we're mature enough to share, right Zi?"
She knew that presence the moment she walked through; part of her was still weary from the road and from the combat before that, but yet part of her relished getting proper sloshed and filled, then left on her merry way. "Looks like you made it alive," was her flirty reply, smirking at him and nudging him with her hip. "Well, I suppose sharing is caring..." came the purr, one black brow cocked suggestively.
She was still dressed in the same outfit he saw her in last time; long black hair was braided back, linen shirt tucked into tight leather pants and those tucked into boots, knives stashed away as she leaned back, eyeing him openly with a smile. "And you're a sight for sore thighs," she chuckled, nibbling on her lower lip with a shameless grin.
She eyed the coin he handled, and merely gave him a saucy grin. She didn't care to find out how he got it, but already she was parched, and he looked like an oasis after too many nights of desert.
She had the night, but at dawn she had to be there early; it seemed three people would now wait for her at the docks, and she wasn't sure if they would be keen to wait much longer. But she wasn't going to pass up this opportunity just yet.
She was tighter than a whore, cheaper too and always a good laugh. If she was any one of those things he'd have stuck around but all three and maybe more? Well that's the reason he'd come back for more he'd say. Probably the only reason the woman from so far away managed to keep him entertained and engaged really.
"Took a few bumps and bruises but only one crossbow bolt so it's a win in my book." he joked with her with a grin as he reached down with one hand and palmed her ass, "Depends what you're sharing... you going to play nice and share what you got with me?"
Laughing a little bit, Alexios waited for the drink to be poured into the one glass. He held up a finger for her to hold that thought before bringing the glass up to his mouth. Swallowing the first mouthful, he held the second mouthful in his mouth before dipping her head back. Kissing her roughly, he transferred the drink sloppily into her mouth before breaking away.
"Aww you miss me?" he flashed a grin with a lot of teeth, "Too many gentlemen trying to white knight you or something?"
He poured another drink - he wasn't sure how he'd drink this one but he was sure he'd find a way.
She grinned, stepping into him as he cupped her ass, eyes glimmering with amusement as she eyed his lips for a moment, then raised a brow, smirking. "Maybe, if you don't ask me nicely..." came the throaty purr, one hand curling into his shirt, the other skimming down his back, a slight touch of nails involved.
She was about to protest when he swallowed the first mouthful, but with the second when he swooped down to kiss her she pulled herself roughly against him, swallowing herself. Some of it escaped past her lips, but she licked it away, allowing one drop to remain at the corner of her lips, giving a sly, coy smile.
She chuckled, pretending a moue of sorrow. "Yes. Too many good men left me in dire need... not enough whores--"
The hand that had been on his back slid around, then down his stomach, lightly stroking where she knew his cock was beneath the codpiece, her moue replaced with a wicked grin, with teasing subtle pressure and ghosting with the tips of her fingers, "--to warm my bed and whet my appetite. You left, and there weren't enough from there to here to keep my hunger sated," she grinned at him, blinking.
She took the drink this time, deliberately spilling a few drops down the open, nearly completely unbuttoned front of her shirt, blinking innocently at him. "Clumsy me, however will this get cleaned up?" she batted her eyelashes at him, her other hand still teasing to test how far she'd go before he'd tire of it.
Perhaps getting to her knees would be a good idea, but that would have to wait a little while longer.
Ask nicely? Ha, Alexios hadn't asked nicely for anything since he was a small child. Probably a sign of terrible parenting but what did he honestly care if it was? He grinned a little bit as he leaned in close enough for her to hear him as he growled. He didn't say anything because she probably didn't need him to actually say a word.
Good men... how droll.
Alexios himself had been dealing with far too many of the great and the "good" of the land recently so he could understand her pain. At least some of the women likely only needed to be let out of their shells by a good hard fucking. The men were, by and large, a lost cause but what did he care for them? Their inbreeding and fucking ridiculous laws would see them end before he lifted a finger.
Grabbing her hand, he held it against his codpiece openly, brazenly. Some of the other tavern patrons looked jealous and some looked scandalized. If they thought this was bad then they hadn't seen fuck all yet! Of course Zi didn't give them very long to get over their shock and horror before dripping alcohol down into her cleavage.
Time to give the prudes a fright!
"Oh it'll get clean and then it'll get dirty again when I cum all over you."
With that said, he dove in head-first, licking up the alcohol from the valley of her cleavage. Once he had done that however he didn't remove his head, instead pulling the edge of her shirt away with his teeth before leaning in and sucking one of her nipples into his mouth.
She chuckled low in her throat at his growl, giving him a brazen grin before leaning up as though to kiss him, biting on his bottom lip instead and sucking on it a little before releasing. When he grabbed her hand and forced it against the metal, she grinned wickedly, rubbing her palm over the head of his cock, fingers curling around where she could feel it, shifting against it in imitation of her own hands and mouth had nothing been there to bar her.
She bit her bottom lip at his promise, blue eyes sparkling slyly. "Promises, promises," she purred, tilting her head back when his tongue trailed between her breasts. When he pulled a nipple into her mouth she groaned slightly, setting down the glass and tangling that hand into is hair, the other still rhythmically pressing and stroking against him while she hooked a leg around his waist. She could feel small sparks of pleasure tingling at the scrape of his teeth against her nipples, and a growing heat and wetness at the thoughts of what laid ahead.
The innkeeper cleared his throat behind them, and she tilted back her head to smile at him. "Can you, ah..." he stammered, face deep red.
"Can you maybe move this upstairs? Please?" She chuckled then, her voice low. "Hmm... depends, can we take a couple bottles with us?" she grinned cheekily, completely unashamed with her bared chest and exposed, tanned skin.
At this point however, Alexios honestly couldn't give a fuck about the bottles they had down at the bar. There were a few bottles in his room from when he had gotten changed out of the majority of his armour and they would do. Right now he wanted to fuck the red-hot bitch he had his hands on and fuck everyone else.
Reaching with both hands, he gripped and squeezed her ass through her trousers. Deciding he'd had enough of waiting however, he gripped the waistband of her trousers and with a combination of strength and fire magics, he tore the leather down the seam that had held the fabric closed over her fat arse.
With the leather broken her arse spilled out into the open air and he tugged the leather harder to expose her further. Gripping her arse with the palms of both of his hands, fingers from both hands reached up and opened her pussy. The longest of his fingers probed inside of her as he lifted her up into the air by the grip.
"Get a wet floor sign for that." he demanded of the bartender, "And don't fucking come calling."
He carried Zi up the stairs without any visible effort but it was slower going than the bartender might have liked as he was continuing to probe and grope her pussy as they walked.
She grinned at him when he seemed to grow tired of her teasing; ripping off her pants. She groaned at the heat of his hands, then swatted at him when he tore them open, revealing her ass, the spread lips of her pussy already damp by the time he spread her even further, and she whimpered happily at the cool air and his warm hands, wrapping her other leg around his hips as he carried her upstairs.
When he thrust his fingers inside she groaned, grinding her hips against him, her voice a low laugh as she did. The hand that was trapped between them tried to fumble for the ties of his codpiece, but she licked her lips, fully intending to take all of his cock down into her throat the minute they would find a bed, or none at all, by this point she hardly cared.
The other hand gripped around his shoulders, nails not digging but gripping, reaching up to bite at his lower lip, her voice almost a low growl the longer he probed and teased her.
It seemed that he had her at a loss for words - he truly believed the only time that Zifi was ever at a loss for words was when she had something in her pussy. And even then half the time she was running off her mouth like it wasn't best suited to spitting out barbs or sucking cock. Though honestly she probably had other skills. He'd just never seen more of her skills because he always made use of the more carnal skills she had.
He was a simple man and when he wanted something it was almost as though it was the only road in or out of his mind and right now? That road led to him being balls deep inside of her, cumming every drop of cum out of his balls. He'd not fucked anyone in almost a week and he was beginning to get withdrawal!
Was this was blue balls were? He didn't like it.
He managed to get the door to his room open with only one hand, because the other one was used both in keeping her up in the air and also massaging the inside of her wet pussy; and they said he wasn't able to multi-task. Once inside the room he kicked the door closed before grabbing Zi by the hips and bodily throwing her back-first onto the bed.
Rolling his neck a little bit, he grinned, pulling his codpiece armour off.
"Take the rest off with your teeth."
She grunted when he tossed her bodily onto the bed, nearly smacking into the headboard before catching herself. She smirked at him, kneeling but spreading her legs further apart as she did, staring up at him. "But of course," she purred, giving him a sly smirk.
And she did, ever so slowly. Undoing the laces was difficult, but manageable, and when his trousers began to slowly slide off she gripped the waistband in her teeth, slowly dragging it down and looking up at him from beneath long black lashes. Past every inch of skin she would pause, licking and laying down light caresses of her teeth against his skin, feeling the pulse of his cock against her throat as she slowly lowered them down further, her hands undoing her shirt and tossing it aside, then wriggling out of the ruined remains of her trousers.
That left her water skins and knives within easy reach for her.
She caressed the tip of his cock with her tongue once it started getting low enough, every inch as slow as she could make it until the entire length of his cock was freed, but she didn't stop there. She continued tugging down from the edge of the bed, until she couldn't reach any more, and then she lifted her head to look up at him...
And then take the entirety of his cock down her mouth and throat, her tongue massaging the underside as her hand wrapped around the base, slowly moving up and down his shaft to taste him fully, glancing up at his face while she did.
It was something about men's faces when a woman did that that was so interesting... and his was very interesting indeed.
While she was playing her little game of making sure he was fully paying attention to her tugging at his britches without really focusing on the task at hand, he took off his shirt and threw it to one side. His weapons were already beside the bed with his dagger underneath the pillow because that was just how he worked.
However he did keep an eye on her even as he did so.
Even if he wasn't playing her game of teasing and pussyfooting around, he was still paying attention to the fact that he had a drop-dead sexy bitch trying to get to his cock to suck it dry. He'd have to be 110% gay to feel nothing about that after all.
Finally it seemed that he had been released from the clothing and she was getting her tongue on his flesh. Reaching down, he grabbed her hair tightly in a fist. He wasn't fucking her face or holding her in place, his hand was just there for now. He let her take him into her mouth at the pace she was comfortable with because he was confident she was going to pick it up.
And if she didn't he'd toss her onto her back and fuck her throat that way.
Groaning happily, he patted her head lightly.
"Fuck yeah... been a like a week..." he commented bluntly, "Fucked some whores and some fucker's daughter... but damn you suck like a whirlpool!"
Her chuckle vibrated against his cock as she continued filling her throat with him, that comment like music to her ears. She wasn't gifted in many things; she had a decent singing voice, could cook okay enough to survive, and could at least fight well... but fucking, now, that was a trick, an art she loved to turn and see their faces. Men and women alike who warmed her bed, she made sure were thoroughly emptied before she was satisfied, and Alexios was no different.
Well... apart from the fact that he wasn't an idiot and had an excellent tongue in him, and could make her wet with a look. She began to move her mouth up and down his cock harder and faster, feeling it stretch her throat just right, the slickness of it easier for her hand to slick up and down as well for an additional pressure.
More moisture and heat grew in her pussy just thinking about the last time he fucked her like this, and she groaned against his cock, swirling her tongue as she continued.
Alexios could not, and would not, deny that he was enjoying those good vibrations of hers. She had a way with words and a way with her tongue that was undeniable! Fucked if he was going to take it all sitting down however and his grip tightened on her hair. Gods but she had a fuckable face and he was going to get to using it!
As she began to move faster he helped her along, using the grip on her hair to pull and drag her head up and down his length slightly faster than her own increase in speed. Hissing in pleasure, he had to admit that he considered just using her mouth to get off.
He considered it before deciding against it.
It took more than a bit of willpower and physical strength to pull her head from his cock. Groaning a little bit, he gave her cheek a little cheeky slap with his length.
"On the bed." he growled roughly, "We're fucking - I'm blowing my load in your pussy, not your throat."
When he pulled her head away, she let out a growl of disappointment; she was not willing to stop so soon. She pursed her lips up at him, about to protest if he was simply going to finish himself off, and then she heard what he said. A sultry smile tilted her lips, and just like that, her good mood had been restored. She chuckled, and rolled back nimbly, shamelessly exposing her dampness with one hand, knees bent and legs opened, the other hand supporting her weight as she grinned at him shamelessly.
She had to admit, seeing him so relentless in his control was enough to feel her clit throb in anticipation; she nibbled on her bottom lip, giving him a wanton smile. "Well then, stop talking and come over here," she purred, reaching out to drag him to her.
When he would come close to sinking inside her she would press her palm against his hips, and then raise hers against him, allowing his cock to fill her by her rhythm, at first only an inch, then two, and then drag him against him, letting all of him fill her with a satisfied moan.
He wanted to paint her womb white and he wasn't going to do that by falling victim to her treacherously enchanting tongue after all! There would be other times when he could fire his load straight down her throat but not today. Today he was playing for the big prize and the only traditional hole tighter, wetter and hotter than her mouth.
Not that either of them paid attention to tradition of course.
Talking was something that he could indulge in after he had saked his hunger upon her flesh... though that was a bit of a fucking flowery way of saying he was going to fuck her until his dick couldn't get up anymore. The chat she was giving about him not talking anymore but backing it up? Well she probably knew what it would inspire and, for once, he was keen to show her exactly what prize she had won with her fucking cheek.
Kneeling on the bed between her legs, he placed a hand against each of her knees, pushing them further apart so that her pussy opened slightly on it's own. Resting the head of his length against her entrance he groaned at the sensation before glaring at her heatedly when she placed her hand against him to slow his entry.
Slow was not what he was here for but he allowed her to have this measure of control, enjoying the way he gradual sank into her. Leaning forwards, he sucked and nipped at the side of her neck, marking her as one hand pressed palm-down against her just above her entrance. His palm rubbed against her clit with a persistent weight but without being a sharper sensation as he started to pull back and thrust into her again.