A NIGHT TO REMEMBER [2]

[WARNING: R18 CONTENT AHEAD]

The hours passed in a blur of laughter, drink, and sensuality.

Taren's newfound wealth afforded him a night of indulgence like no other. He reveled in the attention, enjoying every moment of it.

His friends, though envious, couldn't help but be happy for him, joining in the festivities with equal fervor.

As the night wore on, Taren felt a warm sense of satisfaction. He had outsmarted the nobles and was living the high life, at least for tonight.

The women clung to him, whispering sweet nothings and promising pleasures untold.

Taren couldn't remember a time when he had felt more powerful or more alive.

Eventually, the revelry began to die down. Taren leaned back in his chair, a smug smile on his face.

He had spent a good portion of his gold, but he didn't care. For one glorious night, he had been the king of the Velvet Rose, and that was worth every coin.

As the last patrons stumbled out into the night, Taren stood up, feeling a bit unsteady on his feet.

The woman who had been sitting on his lap all night helped him up, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Had a good time, did you?" she asked.

Taren grinned, feeling the effects of the alcohol.

"The best," he slurred. He tossed a few more coins onto the table, a generous tip for the staff and the women who had made his night unforgettable.

"It doesn't have to end, I can give you an even better night to remember,"the woman named Gloria said as she licked her red juicy lips.

"And what might that be?"Taren asked staring at Gloria's big breasts.

"Just follow me,"Gloria said as he moved closer to Taren running her hands from Taren's chest to the bulge in his pants.

"Oh, my...you're even hard for me ~FUFU~"

Gloria then grabbed Taren by the hand and had him follow her. The whole time Taren had been staring at Gloria's ass by the time they reached the room that was just past the bar in the brothel.

Before them lay a perfectly made bed with clean sheets.

Gloria not hesitating pulled Taren in for a kiss, as their tongues danced in each other's mouth. Slowly Gloria had her dress half removed revealing her bare breasts and hard nipples, Taren looking at them.

'Such perfect melons,'Taren thought as his hands moved on their own finally making contact with Glorias breasts, as he squeezed Gloria let out a slight moan.

The sudden moan from Gloria had Taren in a daze as he moved his head and began licking her nipples before fully immersing them in his mouth.

The warmth from Taren's mouth had Gloria putting her hand in Taren's pants. She grabbed his pipe, even though it was a medium size, the bulge and hardness had Gloria impressed as she wondered what it would feel like in her.

As the fore play went on, the two were slowly getting undressed. Gloria was on her all fours on the bed, her legs spread. Taren had been stroking his pipe the whole time while looking at Gloria's ass that was now a perfect love shape.

"Well, are you going to just keep staring?"Gloria looking back over her shoulder asked Taren.

Before Gloris could get Taren's response, he had already shoved his pipe in her as Gloria let out a loud moan, her face turning red. The sight of Gloria having her toungue out and eyes rolled back had Taren thrusting faster and harder as more moans were let out that night.

***

As he walked out into the cool night air, Taren couldn't help but laugh. "Stupid nobles," he muttered to himself.

"It's all thanks to you all, that I was able to enjoy this lovely time that I had." He clutched the remaining bag of gold coins tightly, already planning his next move.

For now, though, he would bask in the afterglow of his triumph. He had outsmarted the system, and for one night, he had lived like a king.

And who knew? With his newfound wealth, perhaps he could make this a regular occurrence. After all, he had proven that with a little cunning and a lot of nerve, anything was possible.

Taren stumbled home, the revelry of the brothel still fresh in his mind. But as he turned the corner to his street, his heart stopped.

His house was engulfed in flames, the fire roaring and crackling in the night.

The alcohol in his body evaporated instantly, replaced by a cold, sobering terror.

"My wife... my daughter..." he muttered, the dread sinking in.

Were they inside?

Had they been caught in the blaze?

Without a second thought, he bolted toward the door, slamming into it with his shoulder.

The door burst open, sending a wave of heat and smoke rushing at him.

The smoke was thick, choking him, but he could still make out a path through the inferno. He fought his way to his wife's room, only to find it completely consumed by flames, no one in sight.

"NO!" he screamed, the despair mounting.

He turned and rushed to his daughter's room, but it was the same—everything burnt, no sign of life.

Tears welled in his eyes as he staggered back, the crackle of the flames ringing in his ears. He held his head in his hands, feeling the weight of his failure.

"Mr. Taren, I see you're finally home," a voice said, cutting through the noise of the fire.

Taren froze. He looked over at the dining area, still sitting on the stairs.

A figure was seated at the dining table, untouched by the flames.

The man wore an all-black suit, black shirt, black pants, black shoes, and a black tie.

But what filled Taren with fear was the black mask with two horns on it, the mask's horns intertwining with the other horns already on his head, making it four.

The man had his legs crossed, and a cup of freshly steaming tea sat on the table before him.

Taren's sweat dripped down his face as he tried to comprehend the scene. The fear gripped him, rendering him speechless as he faced the mysterious figure in the middle of his burning home.