The Yarrow Springs Caretaker Ch. 01

All characters in this story are 18+

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In a remote corner in the snowy peaks lies a cluster of hot springs. The magical properties from said hot springs help cleanse the mind, body, and soul of all who travel there. The proprietor of the lodge is Lyrin Yarrow who inherited it from her late mother. She was taught from a young age how to run the establishment with the purpose of eventually taking over the family business.

Lyrin wore a white turtleneck and long brown skirt that flowed down to her ankles. Two snow leopard ears twitched atop her ashen-haired head when the bell attached to the door chimed. Her fluffy tail swayed behind her as she walked over to see who it was.

"Welcome in, stranger. I'm Lyrin. Do you wish to stay here to rest and recover? You look awfully weary."

The man in a parka pulled the cloth down which was over his nose, revealing a bit of stubble on his chin. "Phew! Much warmer in here. Almost getting caught in a Frost Spider web drained a lot out of me."

Lyrin put a hand on her cheek. "Oh my, how horrible. Those things love to stalk places densely packed with trees or rocks. Are you injured at all?"

The man waved his hand dismissively as he spoke. "No, got away without a scratch. But the cold certainly affected me."

"I don't want a potential customer to die from hypothermia. It's 25 silver to spend the night and until midday the next day."

The man rummages through his pack and fished out the right amount of coin onto the counter without much thought.

"Thank you for your patronage, dear customer!"

Lyrin set the stack of cions under the counter before handing over a brass key with the numbers 04 engraved on it.

"If you need any towels, extra blankets or anything of the sort please let me know mister...?" she trailed off.

"Roland... Name's Roland," the man clarified.

"Mister Roland. I see... Enjoy your stay!"

Roland left the lodge and walked past the cabins that dotted around the gated hot springs to his room. What awaited him there was a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, a window with curtains and a brick fireplace with a stack of wood nearby.

"Wow... wasn't expecting this," Roland mumbled, dropping his pack and flopping down on the bed. The quilt felt nice as he took his gloves off and stared up at the ceiling.

A few moments later he got up and put a few logs in the hearth, using the flint and steel on the mantle to light it. The room will soon feel warm but in the meantime he might as well get to the main reason he came: the hot spring.

Roland left his pack in his room, locked up, and made his way to the hot springs along the shoveled path. He could feel the temperature rising before he even got there. He saw the steam rising into the wintry air as he reached his destination. Clear turquoise water rippled on the surface, some of the rocks surrounding it were snow-capped like the mountains around him, and the best part was not a single person was in sight. The hot spring even had high walls around it so the heat stayed relatively in the same place.

"If I didn't know where I was I would think I was in paradise..." Roland thought out loud.

"I'm glad to hear you say that," a voice from behind interrupted.

Roland spun around to see Lyrin standing twenty feet away. Now that he wasn't worrying if he would survive or not he got a good look at her. Lyrin was a beauty, alright. That emerald stare made his heart skip a beat.

"Sorry if I startled you. I was just checking on my dear customer to see how he was doing."

"I-I'm okay... Yeah. Yeah I'm good."

"Wonderful!" Lyrin cheered softly, "were you about to enter the hot spring?"

"Yes."

"You can wash yourself off at the station to the side. The water kept in there shouldn't be too cold."

"Right."

Roland eyed Lyrin nervously before taking off his clothes. He doesn't need to worry. This is a place where shame is pushed to the side so everyone can enjoy the hot springs. That's what he told himself, anyway.

His body was more lean than toned. But that didn't mean he lacked muscle. Being a wanderer came with its benefits. One of them being strong legs and another good stamina.

Once undressed he went over to the washing station to clean off any dirt or grime he accumulated on his journey here, shivering at the frigid wind and lukewarm water. When clean, he finally was able to sink into the cozy hot spring with a short towel around his waist.

A satisfied sigh left his lips as the warmth spread throughout his body. He leaned back and stared up at the sky which was starting to turn a bruised purple. A few stars twinkled overhead as he relaxed, closing his eyes in bliss.

"Mister Roland, sorry to disturb you again."

Roland leveled his head and opened his eyes, seeing Lyrin to the right of him a few feet away.

"I was wondering if you wanted the 'full service' for your stay here."

"Full service?" He tilted his head to the side a smidge.

"Yes," Lyrin nodded and glanced down at her clasped hands. "The full service is a bit extra but is guaranteed to make your visit an even better experience."

"What does it entail?" Somehow elevating the experience even more than the already satisfying self-proclaimed magical hot spring? He would be lying if he said he wasn't interested.

"I could show you, if you'd like?" Lyrin hooked a finger into the high collar of her turtleneck and moved it low, showing cleavage.

Roland watched her closely, the small towel covering his lower half twitching under the water.

"You mean...?"

"To make your time here an unforgettable one I could get rid of all your stress. And... it's been a while since anyone has make the journey here. I've been quite lonely."

Lyrin's eyes fixed on Roland with a hungry, seductive look that only mature women could pull off.

"How much are we talking?"

"It's 50 silver but it's a two-in-one deal."

Roland's mind went wild with all kinds of fantasies about what could happen yet the price made him return to his senses... somewhat. 50 silver pieces was quite the sum but burning a hole in his wallet might be worth it. If he budgeted accordingly on his way back he could definitely make it work.

"Can I pay you after? I-I swear I have enough. I just left my bag back in my room."

"Sure. But if you are lying you will work to pay off what you owe."

The tone shift from motherly to murderous made Roland flinch slightly. He nodded his head frantically.

"Y-Yes ma'am, Of course!"

"Great!" Lyrin's voice returned to its familiar upbeat tone, "Now let's get started, shall we?"

Lyrin lifted her turtleneck over her head to reveal smooth pale skin underneath. Her full, perky breasts were on display, pink nipples hardening in the cool air. Next, she bent over to remove her long skirt. Her tail waved like a flag when she was finally naked. Roland watched as she sauntered over and stepped into the hot spring in front of him.

"Sit on the rock, please."

At Lyrin's words, Roland moved up on the stones surrounding the hot spring, his legs still in the water.

She positioned herself between his legs. "Let's see what I'm working with..."

Lyrin peeled away the cloth covering Roland's lower half, his length springing out and tapping her cheek. Her eyes widened at the sight. His large member stood proud and glistening.

"Oh my... you are quite big."

Lyrin leaned in, nose pushing up against his shaft and inhaled Roland's scent. "Already so hard from just my words?" She teased.

She placed her slender fingers on his thighs, sliding them up to his hips. Roland shuddered as her fingers ghosted over his pelvis.

Lyrin peppered kisses down his shaft and up to the tip, licking the underside. Roland reflexively grabbed her head with both hands. When he hesitated, Lyrin chucked softly.

"No need to worry, Mister Roland. You can do what you want. Just don't be forceful and treat my ears gently; they are sensitive, after all."

Roland relaxed his grip on her head, moving one of his hands to her cheek and the other to her snow leopard ear. Lyrin let out a purr and closed her eyes when feeling his fingers rub her ear.

"It feels so soft..."

The teasing velvety kisses on his member made his body hum with need, making him want more.

"I can taste how much you're leaking. It seems like it's time for me to use my mouth."

Lyrin parted her lips and took his penis into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head clockwise. She glimpsed upward into his eyes as she sucked, cheeks hollowing.

Roland grunted, tilting his head back at the sensation. Lyrin's warm and wet mouth felt amazing. The soft, inviting interior made his hips subconsciously buck forward.

Lyrin sensed his desperation and gripped the back of his thighs, pushing deeper. She pushed all the way down to the base, nose pressed against his stomach, feeling the veins pulse on her tongue. After a few seconds of a full throat she pulled back with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his tip.

"Did that feel good, dear patron?"

"Yes... pant... it did... pant."

Lyrin's aroused expression, the way her half-lidded green eyes stared him down made the last of Roland's restraint fall apart. He moved both hands to her snow leopard ears and tugged them gently. Lyrin's eyes widened, gagging as Roland's full length slid down her throat. She resisted instinctually, body stiffening, snow leopard ears twitching between his digits. She pushed past the mild discomfort and relaxed, throat bulging.

SLURP GLUCK! GLRK! SHURK! SHLURP! GRK! GLRK! MMPH! MPHMK!

Roland continued to fuck Lyrin's face, the pleasure building higher and higher. Tears ran down Lyrin's face as she choked on his big fat cock. She could feel his member get bigger; Ecstasy reaching its peak. Roland groaned as he shot thick hot ropes into her mouth. Lyrin moaned and swallowed multiple times, not allowing a single drop to fall into the water despite the volume.

She pulled off with a, "Pwah," licking her lips. "There's so much filling my belly."

Roland leaned back, catching his breath "That was... the best."

"It sure was. But we're aren't done yet. You still have one more hole to fill, Mister Roland."

Lyrin rose out of the water and got on all fours on the polished granite, arching her back to show her ass to him, her snow leopard tail wagging to and fro. With two fingers, one on each side of her folds, she parted her lower lips and showed the inside of her tunnel.

"Don't keep me waiting forever, Mister Roland."

Roland's body moved on its own, positioning himself behind her. With a grand plunge he rammed his cock into her cunt. Lyrin braced her hands on the ground, soft feminine moans leaving her lips. The sound of his thighs slapping against her ass echoed throughout the hot springs.

"Going rough now, huh? I like it. Keep going."

SCHLICK! SCHLURGE! SCHLOOCK!

Roland gripped the base of Lyrin's tail and tugged on it. Lyrin's breath hitched, her walls clenching around him, her tail writhing in his grasp.

"That part is... sensitive too," she said through ragged gasps.

Now that Roland figured out Lyrin's sweet spot he firmly grasped one of her arms and roughly jostled his hips forward. Her walls fluttered around his cock at this new pace. The relentless assault on her cervix made her cry out in pleasure.

"You're hitting so deep! Yes, oh yes! More! Just like that!"

Lyrin closed her eyes and pressed her butt back against him in time with his rhythmic thrusts. Her tail snaked around his wrist and forearm, keeping him close as possible. Her breasts swung back and forth to the rhythm of Roland's movements.

The warmth emitting from the hot spring mixed with their collective body heat made it feel like summer in the dead of winter. Sheens of sweat were prominent as they intermingled. The scent of sex was heavy in the air and the pheromones Lyrin was letting off made Roland go absolutely feral.

"I'm gonna--!"

"Do it! Let it all out inside me!"

With a guttural groan Roland pumped Lyrin to the brim with his cum, full balls emptying into the snow leopard woman. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out, visible hot puffs of air drifting out of her open mouth. She squirted all over his dick, clear fluid gushing.

"Hahh... ahhh... haaa..."

Her vaginal rugae spasmed as Roland stayed inside her. Once he caught his breath he slowly pulled out, gooey white gradually trickling down Lyrin's inner thigh.

Lyrin's orgasm died down a few moments later then she dived down to clean their shared juices off his cock.

"I need a minute..." Roland said, disoriented.

"Take all the time you need, Mister Roland. Do be sure to get back to your room soon. The cold up here kills swiftly and silently."

Lyrin took a towel from the towel station and wrapped it around herself then left him to relax.

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The Next Day...

Lyrin was in the lodge sipping tea from a mug while reading a book when Roland opened the back door, specks of snow drifting off his parka. She looked up from her book and smiled, green eyes sparkling.

"Off already?" she tried to hide it but disappointment leaked through her voice like melting icicles.

"Yes. I have to make it to Huldasen as soon as possible."

Lyrin rose to her feet and bowed. "Thank you for staying at Yarrow Springs. Tell your friends and do come again."

As promised, Roland gave her 50 silver pieces. "Thank you for your hospitality... even if it did come at a price. I'd be dead if not for this place."

"To see my dear customer alive and well makes me so happy."

"Goodbye, Lyrin."

"Farewell, Mister Roland. Stay safe out there."

End of Chapter 1