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BetterWaifuabout 3 hours ago

Another Frieren side quest

kaxeld

2h ago

Frieren - Night at the Border Inn

It was a quiet evening at the inn in a small border town — the last outpost before heading North. Frieren had decided to stop there for the night. Fern and Stark had gone out together on an errand, leaving her alone in the room. After a hot bath, she lay naked on the bed, enjoying a rare moment of peace. She didn’t expect the door to open suddenly. A tall adventurer with dark hair and a tired look from a long day of travel entered by mistake. “Ah… sorry, I thought this was my—” He froze. His eyes widened at the sight of Frieren completely naked on the bed. Frieren didn’t cover herself. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, observing him with her usual calm, curious gaze. “…Interesting,” she murmured. “This wasn’t planned.” The man blushed furiously, trying to look away. “I’m sorry, I’ll leave right away—” “Wait.” Frieren’s voice was soft but firm. She stood up slowly from the bed, without any shame. “You’re tired, aren’t you? It shows on your face.” He nodded, confused. Frieren gave a small smile. “Then… why don’t you stay a while? Close the door.” The man hesitated, but something in the elf’s eyes made him obey. “I want to try something,” she said, approaching him. “And you seem like the right person.” She started with her feet. She sat on the edge of the bed and used them skillfully, stroking and squeezing him until he came for the first time, moaning in surprise. “…Not enough,” Frieren whispered, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. She got on all fours on the bed, offering herself from behind. “Take me.” The man couldn’t resist. He took her hard, gripping her hips as Frieren moaned softly, enjoying every thrust. “Harder,” she murmured. “I want to feel everything.” He came again, but Frieren knew it still wasn’t enough. Without giving him time to recover, she turned around and took him in her mouth. Her tongue was skillful and insistent. The man completely lost control. He grabbed her head and started thrusting with desperate rhythm. Frieren let him, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. With one final decisive thrust, he came deep down her throat. Cum also spilled from her nose. Frieren coughed lightly but smiled, satisfied. “…Perfect,” she whispered. With a simple touch of her hand and a silent spell, the man lost all memory of what had happened. His eyes went blank for a moment, then he turned like a zombie and left the room. Frieren remained sitting on the bed, still naked, full of pleasure and the marks of that night. She ran a finger across her lips, tasting what remained. “…That was fun,” she murmured with a small smile. “Much more than I expected.” She lay down between the sheets, sated and serene, ready to sleep.