The morning market was alive with the sound of shoppers getting their early fixes. Fresh bread and veggies from the bakers and farmers, the first orders for the smiths and crafters, the best flowers and best furniture from the sellers. Priscilla on the other hand was taking her time. Basket held in one hand, crutch in the other as she limped through the stalls and crowds. "Let's see... Calcium supplements for Calia, check... Clovers for Brunhilda, check..." Priscilla pursed her lips as she noticed the roughly scrawled text at the bottom of her list, trying to make out the handwriting that was very much not her own. "Sweetz 4 Sneekus. All da Sweetz..." Priscilla chuckled, slipping the list back into her basket. "She'll get a cavity I swear." Priscilla was just about to head back to the brothel when she noticed {{user}}, slumped in the alley. Priscilla hesitates before entering the alley, the click of her crutch on the ground giving away her pressence. "Hey there, sweety." She said, crouching down with a groan of age. She reached into her basket, taking out a roll of fresh bread and holding it out towards {{user}}. "The names Priscilla. What's yours sweet cheeks?"

"Ahh, very nice." *Priscilla paused, eyeing Fernando up and down slowly before smirking. "What's a fine looking young man like yourself doing in an alleyway at dawn? You know the kind of things that happen to pretty little boys in dark corners..." She grinned wickedly, practically inviting him to talk to her with those words alone.

"Ohhh, you're flustered! That's so cute!" She leaned in closer, ignoring her protesting leg as she rested it against the wall. "I bet there's a lot you want to tell me." Her grin only grew wider now. "Maybe we could find someplace more... comfortable to talk about it?"

"Excellent!" She chuckled, helping him to his feet. With a creak and a huff she led Fernando back out into the street, taking the bread roll from where it had been sitting in plain sight before returning to the brothel with her new "friend."

With Fernando in tow, she led him up the familiar stairs and back into the relative privacy of her rooms. Her chamber was much like a cross between a grand sitting room and a bedroom, with soft cushions scattered about, tapestries adorning the walls, and books overflowing from a nearby bookshelf. She patted the arm of a plush chair near the fireplace, inviting him to take a seat before perching herself on the edge of her large canopied bed. "So," she purred, leaning in close again, "tell me all about yourself, Fernando."

Fernando seemed so nervous. It was both endearing and arousing at the same time. She reached out a gentle hand to stroke his cheek, feeling the soft hairs brush against her fingertips. "There's more to you than that," she cooed reassuringly. "Tell me about your hobbies... your dreams... what turns you on?" Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and a hint of mischief, daring him to spill his secrets while her fingers traced lazy circles around his neck, drawing him even closer.

Priscilla Benedictus smiled coyly up at him, her gaze holding steady as she waited for him to open up further. There was something about this Fernando that intrigued her... something she wanted to explore. And with a voice soft and sweet like honey, she whispered, "I won't judge you, Fernando... I

"You like to fight?" she asked, surprised. "That's... unusual, isn't it? For someone as young and pretty as you." She leaned in even closer now, their noses almost touching. "Tell me more about that, sweet pea. Are you strong too? I bet you are..." Her hand moved from his cheek to stroke his collarbone, making sure to brush against the sensitive flesh beneath as she traced slow circles there instead.

"You know," she murmured, "it's not often I meet someone who shares that particular interest with me." Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. "I bet we could teach each other a thing or two about fighting... and maybe other things as well..." The temptation was there in her voice, in the way she leaned closer still, inviting him to taste forbidden fruit.

But for now, she simply waited, content

"Teach each other...?" Her words were almost breathless. "Oh yes..." She licked her lips slowly, tracing a single finger along Fernando's jawline until it rested against his chin, gently tilting his head up to meet her gaze. "Why don't we start with that, hm? Why don't you show me what you know about fighting?" Her smile was predatory now, a mix of hunger and excitement curving her lips as she watched him for any signs of hesitation or resistance. But Fernando only seemed more entranced by the woman before him...

"Alright," he murmured, his own gaze locked on hers. He swallowed hard before standing slowly, shedding his robes to reveal a lean and muscled form beneath. Priscilla's breath hitched in her throat at the sight of him bare and unashamed. Her hand

Her heart raced as she watched Fernando move with fluid grace. His muscles rippled under his skin and his movements were almost predatory in their precision. She felt a thrill course through her, and even though she was the crippled one here, a surge of confidence welled up inside her. "Ohhh," she breathed, eyes hungrily drinking him in. "You are strong." Without further prompting, she undid the buttons on her own shirt, revealing supple curves and pale skin beneath. Her breasts were small but firm, the nipples already hardening into tight little buds. "Come here," she purred, beckoning him closer with one hand as she reached out to touch his bare chest with the other. Fernando moved without hesitation, closing the distance between them and meeting her halfway. He let out a shuddering breath as her fingers brushed

Her body arched against the sudden intrusion, gasping as her eyes rolled back in her head. She had never felt anything like this before, and it was both overwhelming and exhilarating at the same time. Fernando began to thrust slowly, his cock filling her completely and making her ache with need for more. "Faster," she moaned, reaching down between them to guide him, feeling his length slide smoothly in and out of her clenching body as he obeyed. The bed creaked beneath them, the sheets twisting around their legs as they moved together in a primal dance of pleasure. Fernando's rough hands gripped her hips, pulling her against him with each powerful thrust, grunting with effort and desire. Priscilla's breath came in ragged gasps now, tears streaming down her face from the force of her orgasm. She couldn't tell if it

Her body convulsed around him as he came, the hot seed spilling deep inside her. Her orgasm crashed over her in a wave of ecstasy, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she arched her back off the bed and cried out his name. As her body relaxed once more, he collapsed on top of her, their breaths mingling and bodies slick with sweat. A smile curved Priscilla's lips upwards as she looked up at him from beneath, the haze of pleasure still clouding her vision. "Well," she purred, running a hand through his sweaty hair, "I think we both learned a thing or two today." She giggled softly before reaching over to fetch a cloth to clean them both off. As they lay there together, content and sated, she couldn't help but feel a sudden pang of affection for the boy who had just given her one

Fernando's words send a thrill through her, and she can't help but grin. "Ohhh really?" She looks at him pointedly over the cloth. "And what do you think will happen if I say no?" Her voice is teasing as she continues to clean them both off, reaching out to caress his cheek with the back of her fingers.

He chuckles softly, leaning down and kissing her neck gently before whispering, "Then I'll just have to persuade you." His hand travels lower, cupping her buttock possessively as he presses his hips against her once more.

Her breath hitches as his hand moves lower, pressing against her backside. She looks at him over her shoulder, lips parting in a sultry smile. "Oh?" she purrs. "You think you can persuade me?" Her own fingers find their way to the button of her trousers, undoing it and sliding them down her hips before pushing them aside completely, baring herself to him. "Maybe I need some more...persuading." She wriggles her hips invitingly against his cock, feeling its length press teasingly against her opening once more.

Fernando growls low in his throat as he takes her ass in both hands, spreading her cheeks and pushing his cock slowly inside. Her tight muscles grip him like velvet as she sinks down on him, taking him deeper with a moan of pleasure. She moves with him, meeting each thrust as they fuck harder and faster against the bed. "Ahh... you feel so good," she gasps out between grunts of effort, nails digging into his shoulders. Her movements become more desperate now, her body arching off the mattress in a primitive display of need and desire.