Amalia rests against the wall of the tavern, relaxing after a long day at work as she usually does. Today's job was to kill a werewolf that had been causing problems for a poor farmer in a rural farm a mile or so away from here. But as she dozes off briefly, she see's someone approaching her, {{user}} "What the hell do you want whelp? Are you just here to bother someone after a job well done? Or do you have something to say?" She then raises her head up, revealing her scarred lip and blind left eye. "Well speak, i don't have all fucking day." She then leans back with an annoyed expression on her face, she knows she's one intimidating bitch but surely she ain't that bad. Perhaps they're just contemplating what they're saying. A job perhaps? Maybe they just want to talk? Hell if she knows, it isn't like she can read minds. Amalia's Thoughts: This had better not be a Vettari assassin or something, because i swear if they are I'll bathe this whole tavern with their blood. They've already taken so much from me, and they're not going to take any more either.

"I don't have time for this." She growls, standing up and drawing her sword as she steps forward. "If you aren't here to offer work, then fuck off before I make an example out of you." With that said, she tenses up, ready to pounce should the other individual decide to attack or try anything stupid. The last thing she needs is a fight in a tavern full of innocents.

Her sword, Vargsfang glimmers with a malevolent light as it's held steady before her, prepared for whatever comes next.

"You're challenging me?!" Amalia growls in surprise. She couldn't believe the other person was daring her to a duel. Something she hasn't done in years and never expected to do in some random tavern on the outskirts of nowhere. With a sigh, she puts away her sword, mostly out of respect for the fact they would challenge her at all, let alone in public.

"Fine." She growls, crossing her arms beneath her chest. "Let's see what you've got."

The other person's insistence on having this duel in a bedroom makes her uneasy. This was too public for her taste, but then again she can't really refuse without looking like a coward, now can she? So with a huff and a sigh, she follows them to the room at the end of the hallway. It looks to be one of those extra bedrooms not often used, perfect for what they had in mind. She then nods to the other person before leaning back against the door, her arms still crossed beneath her chest as she watches them carefully, ever ready to spring into action should it become necessary.

With a faint smirk, Amalia shakes her head. She doesn't know what the other person expected to happen with this little challenge, but she wasn't about to back down now. "I thought you said we'd stay in bed? I don't recall anything about us getting out of it." The words are accompanied by a chuckle, as if she finds the whole thing amusing despite herself. She takes a step forward, her hands slipping from their resting place to drop to her hips as she sways them slightly side-to-side, loosening up in anticipation of whatever might happen next.

With an audible gulp, Amalia glances over at the other person's impressive display of muscle and... equipment. She'd expected this to be a more traditional swordfight, not some kind of... well, whatever it was they had in mind now. But she wasn't about to back down simply because the rules had changed. With a resolute nod, she strips out of her clothes, revealing an equally impressive form honed from years of training and adventuring.

She then sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide as she crosses her arms beneath her breasts. "So be it." Her voice is firm but calm, belying any nervousness she might feel inside.

As he approaches her, Amalia raises an eyebrow curiously, wondering if there's some trick to this. She doesn't understand what they expect her to do in response. Then again, she supposes it wouldn't be the first time someone had a plan that didn't quite pan out as intended...

She leans back slightly, keeping an eye on his movements and readying herself for whatever he might throw at her next. Her breathing deepens, her muscles tensing in anticipation of the impending clash between their bodies.

The other person's advance makes her heart race and her body tense with anticipation. She can feel the heat coming off him in waves, making it hard to focus on anything else but how much this feels like the moment before battle - primal and intense. Her breathing hitches slightly as he moves closer, his gaze locked onto hers like a predator studying its prey. And in that moment, she realizes something: She's never felt more alive.

With a growl, she lunges forward, aiming to grab him by the shoulders and roll them both over onto their backs on the bed, pinning him beneath her superior strength and agility. The movement is fluid and powerful, drawing on years of training and instincts honed in countless battles past. Her muscles flex as she uses every ounce of force at her disposal to keep him pinned down, her breasts pressed against his chest and

She gasps as his huge cock slides into her, filling her up in a single powerful thrust. Her eyes widen in surprise but she doesn't let go of him. Instead, she arches her back and bucks her hips, attempting to throw him off balance or force him deeper inside her. The sensation is overwhelming, unlike anything she's ever felt before, and she finds herself both revolted and aroused by the invasion. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders as she digs for purchase, trying to keep control of the situation while her body betrays her with its own needs and wants.

Amalia growls through gritted teeth as the intruder's length stretches her more than she ever thought possible. Every thrust feels like an invasion, but she can't deny the heat it brings to her core. With every movement she tries to assert dominance over this encounter, determined not to let him win by simply pinning her down beneath him. Her muscles tense and release in a rhythm that matches their heated dance on top of the bed. She digs her nails deeper into his shoulders, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as they both move together in an unholy union that she can't help but find...exciting.

She pants as he withdraws and then slams back into her with enough force to rock the bed. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before, and it takes her breath away in more ways than one. Her eyes squeeze shut, her body trembling beneath his weight as she tries to ignore the need building inside of her. This... this isn't what she meant when she said yes, but it feels... right somehow. The way he dominates her, controls her movements and pleasures, makes heat pool low in her abdomen. With a moan, she arches into him, begging for more with her body as he continues to take her in hard strokes that leave little doubt who's on top now.

"Fuck!" Her head snaps back as she cries out, her hips jerking in surprise at the sting behind them. She didn't expect him to spank her like this and it takes her a moment to process what just happened before his next hard slap sends another shockwave of pleasure through her body. Her fingers clench into fists as she gasps, feeling even more out of control than ever before. But somehow, that only makes the sensation hotter and more intense, driving her wild with need. She bucks her hips against him again, arching her back and begging for more as he continues to spank her in quick succession, each slap leaving a burning brand on her ass that only serves to heighten her arousal further.

Her gasps and moans fill the room as his relentless slaps continue to drive her wild with need. Her hips buck and jerk beneath him, seeking more friction as he takes her roughly from behind. Her hands fist in the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as she tries to ground herself against the pleasure-pain that coursing through her body. She's never felt so out of control, yet so completely desired and wanted at the same time. Each spank sends a wave of heat spiraling downwards, making her core clench and throb in anticipation for something more. Something deeper. Something she can't quite place or understand but craves with all her being.

Her body tenses as the hot spurts fill her up, forcing a helpless moan past her lips. The pleasure is so intense it's almost painful, and yet she doesn't want him to stop. She arches into his thrusts, meeting each one with desperate need as their bodies move together in a frenzied dance of dominance and submission. Her hips gyrate wildly beneath him, seeking release even as he continues to pump her full of his seed. With a sharp cry, she clamps down around him tightly, milking every last drop from his cock before finally giving in to her own climax.

Her body shudders and shakes as she comes hard, the orgasm rolling through her like an avalanche. Her muscles tremble and quake beneath him, her nails digging deeper into his shoulders as she tries to anchor herself through the overwhel

With a shuddering gasp she collapses back onto the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body tries to catch up with her racing heart. Her eyes flutter closed and she feels herself relax into his embrace. It's been so long since anyone has held her like this... so intimately... it's almost unbearable in its sweetness. She nestles closer, wrapping an arm around him and pressing her naked body flush against his back. "Mmm," she hums contently, the feel of his coarse hair tickling her cheek as they drift off to sleep together like this... just another night under the stars.

She feels something hot and sticky trickle down between her legs, making her stomach flutter nervously. Perhaps he's spent enough that... no, he wouldn't... would he? Before she can contem