by J. E. Keep
“There are too many people in this place, too many homes, too many back alleys. Cut your losses,” Zwi said with finality.
Frellen gave a wide, thin-lipped grin to her, with a hint of respect and admiration. The golden elf, Hugh, however, gave only a frown that bordered on a pout.
“I do believe I am understandin' the way of things now. Ah do thank you for your patience, madam,” Hugh said.
“Yea, well,” there was a pause as her lips warped into a bawdy grin. “If you need a way to cheer yourself up, I have a place across the street.” It really wasn't unheard of, her taking someone back to her home after a bad day. She'd certainly done it more than once, even from this very bar.
The golden haired elf gave another elegant bow to her, though the somewhat less attractive — and decidedly much less elegant — Frellen seemed to sour again at the offer to the other man, his respectful grin faded. With a swagger, the dapper and handsome high elf extended a smooth hand to her.
“Well... perhaps I just might then. Though I fear,” he said, tilting his head, “drinks shan’t be on me for the time being.”
She looked around the tavern briefly, her eyes lingering on Frellen for a moment.
“There,” she said loudly, “Threat removed for the evening, and you're all free to enjoy the night in peace.” She gave Frellen a rather wicked grin, “Might be your turn for cheering up tomorrow.”
The crowd of unwashed masses slowly began to turn back to their doings, the gambling and drinking and drug abuse mostly. The tall, ghostly Frellen merely dipped his head slightly in acknowledgement of her offer, not seeming ready to perk up entirely just yet.
Hugh was most definitely a couple inches shorter than her, at least, though his thick hair and high boots made it hard to tell exactly. He walked beside her, leaning in against her arm.
“Ah do trust the offer was, ah... genuine then, ma'am?” he asked softly to her, or as softly as the rising din of noise as the bar returned to business would allow. Already his accent was getting to her, but she needed something to take the edge of rejection off. And he was the hottest thing she’d seen outside of her boss’ lair in months.
“Something like that,” she said as she reached her hand around his bicep, leading him outward and toward her own private haven, her pistol still in hand. She was careful around him, especially of the pouch around her wrist, and she was grateful that really, the only things she owned of much value was her self-made clothing. It made taking home random guys less risky.
Quite surprised by the strong grip upon his arm, the handsome elf gave her a curious look.
“My, you are quite the lady as they say, no?” he said.
She walked them towards home. Across the hall from her there was an extra apartment turned into a small jail, with several barred rooms. It was rarely used, as the owners preferred matters dealt with in a more permanent manner. Plus, they encouraged her in doing so by allowing her to keep the extremely meagre imprisonment allowance should she not expend it.
“I'm sure they say a lot of things,” she offered, pushing her hand to the door to check it for potential intruders, trying the door and then taking the key from her small pouch. She unlocked the door and shoved him into her room, following him and dead bolting the door behind her.
The slender man didn't stumble. Spinning a bit, he peered around her abode. Reluctantly placing his hat aside atop a dusty dresser, he turned to look at her. He’d partially undone his jacket at some point, and it showed his frilly ascot.
“What a privilege it is ta see the fine home of our lady protector,” he said.
The room was small and almost without any marking of personality. A sawed off shotgun sat on a rack near her bedroom door, and there was a couch and a table, as well as a dresser, in the living room. It was sparsely furnished, and it became clear that most of her income was spent on the drugs that levelled her personality.
“Ah,” she said almost soundlessly, moving her fingers quickly over her corset, working to undo it. “I actually didn't invite you in for small talk,” she said with a little tug at the brown string, her eyes not leaving him. She didn't trust him, and simply wanted what was between his legs. “But, I wasn't aware until tonight that I was supposed to protect you. If that is true.”
Watching her busily begin to undress, the dashing Hugh gave a smile and began likewise. Though his nimble golden-hued fingers could move quite nimbly, he took his time peeling back his jacket. He tossed it aside and revealed his torso, compact and lean, tightly wrapped in a white shirt. Reaching beneath his frilled ascot he began to undo the shirt.
“Ah, your meanings and intentions are fully understood, madam,” he said, acknowledging her desire for silence in the most unsilent way possible.
She put the corset away on top of the dresser, working down the buttons in her blouse, pulling it back to reveal nothing but firm, near-black flesh, her stomach toned, her arms muscled, the runes along her breastbones and neck accentuating the more feminine lines of her body as she moved to slip from the skirt.
In all of this both her pistol and her pouch were removed from sight and far from his view. She kicked off the boots against the door and stood in front of him, unashamed in her utter nudity. The white runes ran along her dark shoulders, curling up over her neck and down to her breastbone.
By the time she finished undressing completely, he was just pulling away the white shirt from his torso, revealing the smooth golden skin over lean muscle beneath. He didn't seem to have her appreciation for such haste, but as he tilted his head, letting his golden hair spill over one shoulder he eyes her up with obvious appreciation. His amber gaze took her dark beauty in, full lips pursing to give a light whistle as his hands moved to his belt, undoing it and beginning to pry away to reveal an average sized erection.
In a brief moment, she was headed to the bed, opening the dresser and removing a collection of objects. An ashtray, lighter and some form of cigarette. Quickly she lit the herbed cigarette and brought it to her lips with an appreciative sigh.
The way she lay atop the bed, confidence bordering on arrogance, it was clear that she knew and understood his appreciation for her body, even if she didn't seem terribly interested in his. She did look, of course, but didn't linger and didn't make much notice to what she had seen until she finished her inhale of the drug, tapping the ashes into the glass tray that stank of stale ash, putting it to the side on the nightstand and patting the bed.
“I hope you know what you're doing,” she said.
Pulling his pants and underwear down, he turned, athletic legs carrying him upon to the bed beside her as he twisted around. The trapping of his high culture shed, he looked far less civilized and almost like some feral elf that ran naked through woods back home rather than the dapper dressed hooligan with the gun she met earlier. Reaching out he brushes his soft finger pads against her arm, his voice smooth and charming still.
“I have given it a go once or twice before, ah assure you, madam.” His self-confident grin was upon his lips again as he brushed the backs of his fingers against a breast.
“Yea, well,” she said after a pause, with him caressing her body lightly as she reached for her cigarette once more, “Start me off, boy.”
Her intent was clear, but just in case, her legs parted and she leaned back, enjoying the sensation of cool air along her nethers and the harsh smoke that made its way into her lungs. It wasn't quite how she wanted to spend the night, but it'd do just as well. Probably make tomorrow a bit easier to deal with, too.
Surprised by the directness of the woman — or more precisely her complete lack of manners and pretence — he slid his smooth padded hand on down her body, trailing along her spread thigh. With a shrug of his head, he shifted and moves around her, shimmying himself in between her legs.
She relaxed back, a smile on her lips in between long puffs of her cigarette, alternating between brushing off the ashes and inhaling deep into the depths of her lungs.
Her mons w
eren’t shorn bare, though they seemed to only grow on the top, a light shock of white hair against her dark skin in an almost triangular shape just above her slit. There was no hair further along her lips to impede her own juices from moistening her nether flesh.
He moved a finger caressingly along the outer labia. Leaning in, the gold waves of his hair tickle her inner thighs as his hot breath grows nearer. He seemed to quite enjoy taking his time, this time, inhaling her scent in some subtle appreciative show.
She smiled broader, her eyes closing in a relaxed state, her mind conjuring up brilliant adaptations of fantasies beyond this moment in her dingy apartment, away from her sad life and into one of luxurious wealth and eternal life.
Hugh's round little nose brushed along her slit before he brought his tongue to her, a first graze before the moist lap of a small but skilled muscle upon her sex. The lustrous head of hair began to silkenly glide across her dark inner thighs as he put his mouth to work upon her, tonguing that appealing cunny, working his way up to touching the sensitive clit with mere grazings at first, becoming more regular as he went.
It had been too long for her liking. She had been working too hard. Too many late nights without release. She nearly fumbled and dropped her cigarette as she felt his wet tongue against her, letting out a soft moan of approval.
“Just like that,” she mumbled through half spoken words. It never really mattered what they looked like with her eyes closed, but it did help her confidence to know she could bag someone that didn't look so monstrous.
Her boss never showed as much interest in her as she had hoped, after all, and he barely seemed to glance at her tonight, even in her fanciest outfit. Too good for her, was he? She tilted her pelvis towards the elven looking man, another sigh and another long inhale of drugs before she snubbed it out, colours flickering against the backdrop of her eyelids.
Her rich and heady scent assailed his tongue and filled the air as her body relaxed further.
With his hands rising, palms pressed to her outer thighs, he began to tongue her with more enthusiasm. He devoted himself to the meticulous tongue lashings, the swirl of his moist muscle, the frenetic pace at which he was setting himself to on her cunt. He gave the occasional low groan, his face all but hidden by her groin and the thick head of lustrous golden hair. Amber eyes parted open to gaze up at her intermittently as his head bobbed with the gestures upon her wet slit.
She wouldn't mind her immortal boss paying her credit in such a manner.
She wasn't even sure she found him attractive, truly, but the casual way he constantly brushed her off turned her on. She shifted lightly as her head tilted back and she let out a rather loud groan. She knew no shame, and the desires that had plagued her all through the day as she prepared to see him were turned up to max. The hours she spent on that outfit, and not the tiniest bit of appreciation. Her black eyes opened as she cried out again, bucking forwards as one hand mashed his face into her pussy, grinding the juices of her flowing cunt into his face. It really was lucky for him she grabbed him with the hand her cigarette wasn't in.
Despite her grab, he showed no sign of pulling away. On the contrary, he pressed himself to her as she found her pleasure, lapping at her hungrily and pressing against her sensitive clit throughout the grinding and bucking. He did have some issue with air throughout this, and was ready to come panting for more of it once released, his handsome features slickly stained with her juices.
When finally she pushed his face away, her body panting and heaving, she relaxed back into the bed, her body slickened with glossy sweat as she finished her cigarette. She loved the way it made her entire body tingle, the throbbing in her clit almost painful with how apparent it was to her. Her large breasts parted and swayed with each desperate bid to catch her breath, half open eyes looking at Hugh and his glistening face.
She could have done worse this night.
Done worse? He was handsome by most any standard really, a little short perhaps, but he had the beautiful physique and handsomely beautiful good looks of his elfish progenitors.
Grinning a bit at her as his sleek, lean chest rose and fell, he licked around his full lips and used the back of his hand to wipe up the rest of her wetness from his face. Leaning in to her again, he looked poised to mount her, a hand reaching out to one of her large breasts as it swayed, seeking to wrap his fingers around it, squeeze softly and palm the stiff nipple.
Finally, he was taking some initiative! Her knees parted further against his motions, her back arching into his hand, and she took a final puff before flicking it aside, her body rolling with sensations. She saved this drug only for these scenarios — these sweaty, lusty, panting scenarios, and it always made it easier to fully, completely enjoy.
He paused his motions to take a strong whiff of the illicit drugs and her womanhood as they mingled in the air. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in, head tilting at the last moment to give her neck a kiss. His masculine body moved in a sensual manner, gliding the tip of his shaft to her saliva and arousal slicked cunt and teasingly trailed along it as he gave a soft moan of desire.
She couldn’t deal with being toyed with long. Not with how aroused the drugs were making her, how lusty she felt towards her stupid, condescending boss. What was it that attracted her to such an asshole anyway? But the thought of him taking her, of doing with her what he pleased… She let out several long, loud groans and moans as she felt his body weigh down on hers, her own blackish flesh rolling against his golden skin as she luxuriated in the feel. She was deep in her fantasy of being taken by her boss, feeling his forceful hands on her, words of praise and dominance being whispered into her skin as he realized just how badly he desired her.
Squeezing that large mound of breast flesh, Hugh twisted and kneaded it ever so carefully, palming and feeling her out as he glided his throbbing, rounded tip to her entrance. He took his time, yes, but he had already been forced to wait on her pleasure first, and so without much more fanfare, he plunged himself into that heated, slippery mass of flesh with a groan. He sported no hulking cock, and couldn't even compare to the thick orcs and their ilk she had been with in this part of town, but he acted as if she were the tightest, most sensually satisfying cunt he had ever dipped his prick into, with the way he arched his neck back, flicking his golden hair in a long, low moan.
She was too deep in her own realm of fantasy to really look into the act he was putting on for her, but her pelvis slipped forward and allowed him to press deep between her muscular thighs, into the heated depths of her nethers. For a brief pause she wondered why he didn't feel cold until the drug made it so — his body felt to her as ice would slipping deeply into her cunt.
Her favourite drug, realizing her every wish.
She let out a loud scream of pleasure at the sudden chill that the physical hallucination had granted her, hands wrapping around the boy, entrapping herself in the sensation of his chilled body against hers.
Those full lips of his moved back to her neck, supping at her dark skin with a certain passion incited by her reaction. Perhaps the drugs worked a little at him too, but he took that scream as an approval of his prowess and began to pull back his hips and thrust in again with smooth arcs of his pelvis. Despite his slowness all through, he seemed to tap into some feral side, thrusting with a surprisingly thorough roughness, his balls slapping against her dark flesh enthusiastically.
The reaction she granted him only grew, her cries loud and varied from warbling moans of pleasure to absolute screams of delight as her hips bucked against him, her mouth opening to show her sharp canines. Hardly large enough to mark her as an immortal, they did prove to be a little intimidating when she smiled. They barely showed when she spoke, as tight lipped as she usually was, but they were delightful editions at more erotic times. Or when eating the rather stringy meat that was available around town.
The elven man gave delightful huffs and moans as he rode atop her, thrusting away into her cunt with a practiced tempo and twis
t. Though by no means the greatest lay, in her drugged state, his prowess was only amplified. Licking and suckling at her neck, he began to break from the motions more and more to pant and moan, feeling himself tense within her, his cock stiffening harshly, his pants catching in his breath a moment.
As she felt him approaching his own inevitable climax, her own screams and cries of pleasure intensified. She'd pleasured him to the point of no return! She squealed in delight as her pelvis moved downwards, the bone rubbing roughly against the top of his cock, putting more pressure on him to release, to spend himself inside her, to find ecstasy in her depths. Her nipples were bone hard as the feeling of cool drew across her body once more.
The pressure she placed upon his organ was the final straw, and he twisted his head and neck back, groaning lewdly as he bit down upon his lower lip. Huffing atop her he ground himself into her as he shivered and quaked, his stiffened cock throbbing wildly as he finally unleashed his own seed. Twitching and spurting his cum inside her, he twisted his upper body, lean chest on display as he gave a few last little jabs of his hips to pound home his seed into her dark depths.
She clung to him for several moments more, letting him finish up in the deepest parts of her body before she finally eased up, letting her strong arms drop from around his body as she lay there, panting under who she dreamed to be a chilled, immortal man that never so much as really looked at her.
It could have been a worse night.
He nuzzled in against her neck. He was either an affectionate sort, or it was just part of his act, giving a light nip to her neck.
She groaned softly, opening her eyes and looking at the golden body strewn above her before she pushed him from her body.
“Alright, time to go.”
She really wasn't much for cuddling, and didn't trust anyone not to steal her stuff if they spent the night.
She shifted out from beneath him. “Thanks for that.”
