Within the Tavern Walls 8

The next day, one of the elders arrived alone, his eyes lingering on Mrs. G with an intensity that made her skin prickle. He smiled, his lips curving upwards, as he began to speak in a soothing tone. "Mrs. G, I've come to ensure your purity remains untainted. It's essential we maintain your physical and spiritual well-being." Mrs. G's instincts warned her, but she nodded, her heart racing with a mix of fear and anticipation. The elder's hands moved with an air of nonchalance, slowly undoing the buttons of her dress. "You see, my dear, we must check for any signs of...contamination." "Take off your clothes"- he said, and for some reason, she felt accustomed to those requests, so without lot of thought, she stripping her dress. "The undergarments too..." - the elder said. His eyes roamed her body, his gaze burning with an intensity that made her skin warm. "You're a beautiful woman, Mrs. G," he murmured, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "We must ensure your beauty remains untarnished." Was this again a dream , thought Mrs.G. Because she felt that her actions were not her own, yes, her mind was saying no, but some part of her wanted to show her self. She took of her undergarments and closed her eyes, while the elder moved around her inspecting her body. "It looks untouched, but I will need to see how it reacts." she heard his voice from behind her. His hands began to move over her skin. He spoke in hushed tones, his words carried the weight of seduction. "Tell me, Mrs. G, what is it that you desire most?" Mrs. G's voice trembled as she whispered, "I want my husband to return." The elder's hands stilled, his eyes locked on hers. "Your voice doesn't seem strong, Mrs. G. I think I need to...test your resolve." His fingers trailed down her inner thighs, sending shivers through her body. "Perhaps a little examination will help me understand what you truly desire." His fingers crept higher, tracing the contours of her inner thighs. Mrs. G's legs trembled, her heart pounding in her chest. The elder's touch was like a spark to dry tinder, and she felt herself burning with need. His finger now went over her pussy, and started playing with the fine hairs on the top of it. "What do you want, Mrs. G?" he repeated.  "I want those fingers in me." - Mrs.G listened her own whisper leaving her mouth. The elder continued with the massage -  "What do you want, Mrs.G?" "I want to be fucked." The elder's hands continued their massage and then stopped. As she looked into his eyes, Mrs. G realized that he hadn't heard her at all. He merely nodded, his hands leaving her skin. "You are still strong, and that is good, but we'll make sure to... take care of you, dear," he said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. As he turned to leave, Mrs. G felt her face fall into her hands. She prayed, her words a silent plea, "Husband, please come back soon..." Maybe someone wants to hear what happened next?