Daniel nodded.

She bit her lip. “And I promise not tell anyone about your spell casting abilities. Fair?"

Daniel nodded and felt relief. Amy smirked and put down the knife on the dresser. She stood up and Daniel watched her juices run down her leg. She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over and suctioned all the pre-cum off his stomach. Holding it in her mouth, she moved up and kissed him with it. "So hot that you love this," she murmured.

She lifted a leg up and threw it over him. She straddled him and reached back for his cock. In one thrust, she impaled herself onto him. He felt his cock slide through her wetness and felt her pelvis mash into his. She moaned and lowered her head, her hair brushing his chest. Her breasts dangled and swayed.

She stayed that way for a moment and then lifted with her thighs and sank back down. The tip of his cock pressed against her cervix, and she moaned. Daniel found this incredibly exciting. He was tied up and at her mercy. He could do little but enjoy the sensations. He loved it. She rode up and down again, and then suddenly she quickened the pace and moaned in pleasure. She continued driving herself down on him and occasionally grinding her clit against his pelvis. She shifted her position and got under her feet. She was squatting over him with only his cock inside her. She started riding him, lifting herself high until his cock almost fell out of her. She would drop down, driving his cock deep inside her. Her juices ran down his shaft and he was mesmerised by her skill. The pleasure he felt was intense, and he fought the need to cum.

She rode him hard, staring down where he was penetrating her, watching his cock plunging into her. Then her pussy contracted hard around his cock and held it tight. Her body shook above him, and her mouth opened in a silent scream, her head thrown back, her back arched and her tits pushed forward. Her chest was covered with a sheen of sweat. Daniel couldn't believe the sight and his orgasm hit him. His hips bucked, and he started to splash cum across her cervix.

She felt him spasm and came with him.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Daniel. Come in me. That's it. Fill my cunt with your cum."

She continued to come and ride his dick long after he stopped ejaculating. He could feel his cock pulling his cum out of her and felt it slide warm and wet over his balls and between the crack of his ass.

She rolled off him and lay panting beside him. After a minute or two, she rose up on an elbow and admired his shrinking cock. “It looks happy," she whispered.

"It is. Thank you."

Amy laid her head on his chest, staring down at the deflated cock swimming in cum and her juices. The room lay heavy and thick with the smell of sex. She lay there a moment, and then Daniel felt her shaking a little. Warm water splashed on his chest.

"Are you crying?" he asked in amazement and perhaps a little fear, wondering what was happening now.

"No!" she wailed, and he heard her whimpering. He wanted to hold her, but he was still tied up.

After a few minutes, she stopped shaking and lifted her head to look at him. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and tears streaked her face.

“Dammit, I think I'm happy, too."

DANIEL COULDN'T WAIT to return to his farm. Amy had left him alone in the room with the knife in his hand. He cut himself free and threw on his clothes. He sat for a time and thought about what had happened. He wasn't proud of himself. But he was glad it had ended the way it had.

He had no doubts Amy would want nothing of him from now on. She seemed different to him when she had left. She had started out the door and then she had stopped and looked back at him.

She had gazed at him for a long moment. Daniel was afraid for a moment she had changed her mind and would come back in and kill him.

She must've seen the look of apprehension on his face, for she winced and then hurried out, closing the door behind her.

Daniel headed to the bathhouse in town as soon as he left the inn.

He had sweat, cum, blood and scratches all over him. He entered and paid the five copper coins and waited while they readied his bath.

His name was called, and he entered his private room. A small woman waited for him in the room. She handed him towels and a fresh bar of soap. She pointed out the jugs of shampoos and then asked if he wanted her to wash his hair for him.

He hesitated and looked her over. Amy was still fresh in his mind and his cock had taken a pounding over the last eighteen hours, but the woman looked delicious to him. She had small pert breasts and a narrow waist. Her hair was cut short, almost like a man's and he found it beautiful. He wanted her hands in his hair.