Finally, the men gathered their courage and approached them.  

“What do you think you’re doing?” Said the first tough.  He was clearly a farmer by looking at his worn clothes and dirt filled nails.  

“Hoping not to smell hog farmers.”  Okake shot back.  

Caught off guard and about to open his mouth, Okake continued.

“Are you going to ruin our night by continuing to push on about how big and bad you are?”  

“You shut up, you filthy greenskin!  You can’t talk to me like that!” the man yipped.  

Karl had replayed this moment in his mind many times since, but still could not remember ever seeing Okake move so fast.  He heard the slap before his senses connected the action to the sound.  

The man's face turned way beyond looking over his shoulder as Okake’s hand followed through way past the man.  His legs apparently lost all strength, so his body fell to the floor with an inarticulate thump.  The other two had not registered it all and still had smug faces until the noise of the slap started sinking in.  

“Do you two have something to add?” She said pugnaciously.  

One of the other toughs began to mouth something and didn’t even get one word completed before her upper cut into his stomach picked him up off his feet. When his feet contacted the floor, they were followed by the rest of him.  

She eyed the third and didn’t say anything.  He drunkenly looked at them and her and back again.  And shook his head and stumbled out the door.  

The barkeep wandered down the length of the bar toward them.  

“Dammit Okake,  you can’t do that kind of thing.  I know they’re assholes but that’s bad for business and this town will get a reputation.”

Okake recognized that and sat the fellows up right, slapping them lightly to get them to focus.  

“Sorry about that, boys. I took offense to that slur to my people, and it got me fairly heated.  I hope you don’t take too much offense.”  

Karl smirked thinking those fellows weren’t going to be taking too much offense, but they were going to need some time to heal up.  Thankfully she didn’t kill them.

“We’ll get out of your hair tonight.  I think we’ve dulled the edge here for a bit,” said Karl looking at the men.

The barkeep sighed and shook his head.  

Okake and Karl made their way back to the room holding each other by the elbow, pressing their shoulders together.  

“Honey, I didn’t know you could move so quickly.”

“I don’t remember moving that fast but getting called a name set me off.”

“Remind me never to do that.  The first guy isn’t going to see straight for a month!” Karl laughed.  

Okake rested her head on his shoulder.  

“You’d never say anything like that anyway.  You’re not like that even when you drink spirits.”

He laughed again as they made their way into the room.  He lit a small fire in the stove and hugged Okake for some warmth.  

“Can you get over how fancy this is?”  I’ve never seen such finery.”  The walls were wood, and he marveled at how straight the cuts were.  He’d only used and seen stone and mortar.  This place looked flimsy, but when pressed against it the walls seemed sturdy as his stone ones.  

He fed the fire some larger pieces and the room developed a nice, warm atmosphere.  He looked at the pot on the top of the stove and then added water from a wooden pitcher near the stove.  He pulled over a basin and poured in some water.  Now that the room was warm he took his time undressing Okake.  He found the act of helping her this way very sensual.  Like revealing a gift.  She raised her arms as he pulled her top off using it as a way to trace her curves with his hands.  He then helped her wrestle her regular top off.  He’d been meaning to find an easier way to get it off and on, but had lost it’s priority.  Less sensuously they both took turns trying to stuff one breast and then the other through the bottom.  He definitely needed to add more due to her growth over the last couple of months but playing roughly with her breasts definitely made things exciting.  

He loosened the strings on her shorts and pulled them down while tracing her hips and thighs.  She kicked them to the side and kicked off her sandals as well.  

“Now it’s my turn,” she smiled coyly.  

She pulled off his top and light jacket in one giant pull, throwing off his balance.  Instead of pulling his pants down she undid his strings and sent a hand down the front to playfully grab at his shaft and balls.  Karl’s head leaned back as he closed his eyes in bliss.  He did not want to be in a hurry.  He wanted to savor the night, so he pushed his trousers down and struggled with his boots.  In the end he laid on the rough floor while Okake pulled his boots off and yanked off his trousers.  She knelt beside him and grabbed his penis and then stroked it.  

“Let me help you up,” she laughed.  

He was laughing and smiling while getting his feet beneath him.  He poured the now hot water in the basin to warm up the water there.  He soaked the cloth in the water and began to methodically clean Okake.  He took his time on her chest.  Making circles and occasionally leaning in to lick her nipples.  He took one and lifted it to wash beneath. And then repeating with the other.  He had her place a foot on the end of the bed and washed her legs from the foot up.  As he reached the apex he placed the warm cloth against her slowly rubbed in circular motion.  Okake closed her eyes in pleasure and opened her mouth slightly.  He placed her foot back on the floor and moved the other to the same place.  Facing her back he went through the same process, moving the cloth around while holding a breast when he could. He worked his way down to her muscular buttocks and slid his fingers between the cheeks, rubbing softly.  

Okake was overcome to a degree.  All the soft touches and warm water made her feel weak. Once he started touching her anus it was like she was on fire.  

“I don’t want you to stop touching me,” she whispered.  

He guided her to the bed and hurriedly cleaned himself while she watched.  When scrubbed his abdomen and worked his way over his penis and balls she began to touch herself.  Matched the rhythm of his work.  She felt her skin get tingly and her groin was slick with fluid.  He came over to the bed and kissed her roughly.  Their tongues met and moved rapidly.  His hand found hers and joined in the exploration.  She grunted as her body climaxed and twisted the muscles in her torso.  

Karl laid down behind her.  He slid his penis between her thighs to tease her labia.  She finally took his shaft and guided the head in.  She grabbed her leg to suspend it as he began to drive back and forth.  He used his free hand to hold and squeeze her breast.  Okake once again climaxed, squeezing Karl’s penis and forcing it painfully out of her vagina.  

“I want more,” she mumbled in a low voice.

She took his shaft and rubbed it against the labia briefly then moved her body forward.  This time she placed the head of his penis against her anus. She ran the head back and forth against the tight muscle until she could relax enough and then pushed backwards to push his stiff member into herself.  Karl could feel himself get harder than before, not thinking it was possible.  He met Okake’s enthusiasm with his own and pushed further when she did.  While they slowly navigated new territory Okake put two fingers in vagina and moved them in and out while Karl began to move back and forth.  She could feel yet another orgasm building and so could he.  

As she began to peak Karl could no longer hold himself back.  As she kicked, shuddered, and groaned he shouted in ecstasy feeling like his entire life was leaving him through his cock.  Yet he still pumped until he could move no more.