The Northmarches (IC)

[Mashugana]

Crosses was rather out of sorts for a moment, not looking Alissa in the eye for a second as he caught his breath and came down. When he felt back to normal, he gave her a weak smile and a nod, "It was... It felt very nice, yes." He admitted awkwardly, still looking red around the ears, he then began fumbling inside his coat for his coin purse, keeping it next to another, similarly sized bag tied round his neck on a cord. She probably wouldn't have seen it till now since he was bundled up fairly tightly. His tone sounded both quite satisfied and spent, but also a touch humiliated and confused. "I've uh, never received that particular action before. I apologize if I made too much noise." He said, reverting to formality to try and establish some sense of... normalcy? He himself wasn't quite sure. Now that he was experiencing a certain kind of clarity, he found it a lot easier to talk to her in a strange way.

Glancing down at where he'd kept his free hand, he quickly placed his gloves over the spot, before replacing his pants. Idly, he glanced at her clothes and some of the other patrons, who he presumed were locals. It may not hurt to get something like their style once he had some steady income, experience having taught him that .most places treated locals (or local looking) people better than obvious outsiders. On that note...

Thinking carefully and ruefully, he decided to err on the side of generosity. Quietly, he took two marks out, weighed them in his palm and offered them to her. "The second is as thanks for being patient with me and telling me where I can find work. How much for the rest?" He asked. Idly, he wondered if she'd weigh or test them.

[Firehead]

Elvara Greyfang (Firehead)

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The farmer seems more than pleased to see the sizeable tits bouncing out of your shift, and as you set aside your undergarments, he's quick to cup one of them in his strong, calloused hand. He fondles it with equal parts roughness and skill, kneading the soft, fur covered orb to his heart's content. Eventually his other hand joins in, and he's utterly mauling your bountiful breasts, causing the warmth between your legs to grow even more as he works them over, even going so far as to brush back the fur around your nipples so they can enjoy the sensation of his rough skin grinding against them.

"Gods, I love Lupo women, y'know that? So soft, an' warm. Could play with these all night. But, I got a better idea." He husks down to you, and begins to gently push you backwards, until you find yourself flopping back against the shift on the floor. He clamors over atop of you, resting on his knees which he's set out to either side of your torso, his manhood standing proud before your chest. It isn't long before he nestles it between your bosom, his hands sinking into them from the sides and pressing them together so he can sandwich himself in your ample rack. When he rocks his hips forward, the head of his length cock slides out from between them, bumping you in the nose.

"Mmh, that's it. Putting these nice, soft tits to work. You're gonna make me a very happy man tonight, aren't ya? An' you're gonna end up bein' a very happy girl, so go ahead and get that tongue out for me. Get to pantin'. I know ya want to. I can feel how hot ya are, between these big, fat things." He gives your chest another squeeze, before he begins to rock himself back and forth again you, using your breasts to pleasure himself, the silky texture your coat provides earning you those deep, dominant groans you've come to enjoy hearing him make.

Elvara's tail went stiff as his fingers, rough from hard work yet skilled in their ministrations, sent a distracting shiver up and down her spine drawing a coo that came just short of a howl from her frazzled head. Her nipples, used to the soft coat of fur were extra sensitive to the direct skin-to-skin contact he was applying. Her ears laid back in embarrassment when he began telling her why he enjoyed her kind making it clear she wasn't his first Lupo woman. The comment about being soft and warm reminded her of how her people would huddle close under piles of furs sharing body heat during the deepest parts of the winter chill.

Her distraction meant he caught her completely off-guard when he pushed her to the floor to straddle her chest bringing his sizeable length into her cleavage. While he seemed pleased enough with the size of her tits, she couldn't help but notice that her soft mounds couldn't hope to engulf him completely as he encouraged her to bring her tongue to bear once again. If he wanted panting, that was easy enough, and the scent of him made her head continue to spin. "Yes, of course." She lapped at the head getting a good taste of it each time the bulbous head poked out to be greeted.

She felt a warm wetness trickle down the crack of her ass knowing her sex must be drooling right now, but she was starting to drift beyond the ability to feel embarrassment. As shame left her, she pressed her lips against the top of her bust so every time his cockhead pushed past her soft bosom it would go straight between her lips without being exposed to the open air for even a moment. Not sure what to do with her own paws, she reached them to his thighs where they rested to either side of her stomach making their way slowly up to his hips letting her claws just barely dimple his skin.

[Mark3000]

Penelope was expecting the two drunkards to rush at her like sloppy pigs. But the two approached her like professionals. While her eyes were tracking the second guard, the first struck her hip with the blunt sword. She grit her teeth she maintained her stance and defected the second guards thrust.

Once their attack was blocked, Penelope replied in kind. Even though the first attack struck her, the guard left his wrist exposed. The mercenary made sure to make the guard pay for such a mistake and struck exposed joints. Meanwhile as she parried the second guard, Penelope swung her body and countered with a powerful horizontal swing. But he managed to duck just in time. Tucking her sword in, Penelope took a step back and returned to her defensive stance. A more serious look spread across her face. She couldn't afford to take another stray hit like that first one.

[kermitphrogg114]

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Raagen Morcaryn (kermitphrogg)
"You guessed it,"[/b] The brusque minos responds when you ask her what is being served. She wanders off into the kitchens behind the bar for a few minutes before returning to you with a wooden platter loaded with breakfast; to go with the half a loaf of brown bread and fat slice of ham looks to be a pair of duck eggs, fried in the fat of the former. It's certainly a hearty meal, one you would expect from such a rustic land. Despite her rather aloof demeanor comparative to the girl from before, the woman on duty proves herself to be an excellent hostess, as you find a mug of watered down beer slid before you while you marvel at the feast to be had.

"Should I be running you a tab? Or are you going to wander along once you've gotten that business settled?"

"Hmmm, that smells delicious," she replies, licking her lips. She digs into the breakfast eagerly.

[color=#d896ff]"Well, things seem a bit complicated," she replies. "Calina mentioned a tower to the north managed by a scholar, a guy named Bran, I believe? Calina didn't mention how far north. Also, might take a look at the nearby ruins...

"Yeah, probably won't be in town long, so a tab wouldn't work," she finally muses.

[Lorielle]

“What in the- Mmmphff!!” Eliza’s completely thrown off by the berserker’s handling of her body the sheer speed taking her by surprise as she recoils back only for her lips to be taken by the wraith despite her efforts. The way it held her made fighting back certainly difficult but she needed to press on regardless.

Seeing how best she can try and push her own dexterity as well as the ghost’s grip strength Eliza hopped into the air, letting the ghost see if he can manage the full weight of an armored Paladin. But while continuing her maneuver she tucks her legs into her chest and rolls backwards so as she expects to fall away from the ghost she can extend her legs with full force and send the wraith flying backwards. If she can manage to get away she scrambles for her halberd and slashes at whoever tries to approach her first.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Crosses the River (Mashugana)

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Alissa can't seem to stifle her giggling when you bashfully admit you had both thoroughly enjoyed her servicing, and had never experienced it before. "Aww, sweetie, you should have told me. I would have gone easier on you if I had known it was your first time in a woman's mouth. But, if it makes you feel any better, you didn't yell how much you loved me when you came, so you definitely aren't the loudest boy I've helped out."

When you produce the two silver, she gives you a bright grin, and happily accepts the coins. She carefully takes each one and slides it down into her bountiful cleavage, undoubtedly to draw your eye back to the valley between her prominent tits as much as it is to secure them. When you ask how much for the rest of the night, that grin only grows bigger and more mischievous.

"Well, normally, I'd ask for five marks for the whole night. It gets a lot better than my mouth, trust me. Buuut, since you're new here, and you've already paid more than I asked, why don't we split the difference? Three more marks and we can do whatever you want until morning."

Elvara Greyfang (Firehead)

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You're awarded with another deep, satisfied grunt as you lap your tongue against the head of the farmer's thick, throbbing cock. Each time he thrusts himself between your breasts you can taste the salty, musky flavor of his head coating your tongue, something that becomes more literal when you eventually burrow your muzzle into the valley of your tits and allow him to thrust back into your mouth, streaks of pre-cum sticking to the appendage as you continue to flick it along the invading length. Each time he withdraws, he brings a little bit of your saliva with him, coating the inside of your cleavage in slick, wet warmth that only helps him speed up his endeavors, the occasionally lewd schlick accompanying his bottoming out. From your position below, you're given a good view of his taught, hard abdomen, kept in shape by his labor undoubt, the lean muscles twitching every time he feels the need to groan in bliss, clearly enjoying every sensation your soft, fuzzy breasts can give him.

It's a bit hard to keep track of time, what with your head frazzled by drink and an undeniable need to be bred by the powerful male atop you, but he continues to ravage your tits for what feels like quite some time, his hands mauling the delicate flesh while he pumps between them, mating your chest like a bitch in heat. Your claws cause goosebumps to prick up all along his thighs as you softly stroke them, encouraging them to tense harder and faster as he pleasures himself with your body. But, eventually, you find him grasping at your wrists. He brings your hands up to your breasts, pressing them into your flesh so you could hold them together for him. Then his hands find the wall behind your head, and he braces himself against you.

What follows is, from your own experiences, a thorough rutting. You can tell he's close by the speed his hips begin to swing, his cockhead pushing further into your mouth than it did before. His moaning grows louder, the sweat dripping down his thighs more prominent. If he was a Lupo, his knot would likely be on proud display, ready to tie his cock to the imaginary cunt that your chest mimics and fill it to the brim. While he lacks for that large, bulbous piece of equipment, he certainly does not lack for a load. Something you become very aware of in turn.

"It's comin'... Mhhhrfuck, it's comin'. You want it, don't ya? Puppy wants this nut? Take it. Take it like a good girl. Ohhhhfuuuuck, take it all!" He grunts deep and powerfully, shoving his hips against your chest as he bottoms out between your tits for a final time. His head throbs between your lips, and the first of many blasts of cum fire right down your muzzle and into your throat. He rocks himself against your hard, his manhood jumping between your bosom as each hard spasm causes another thick wad to coat your tongue and stick against your throat. It's almost too much to swallow, filling your cheeks as he pumps your mouth full of his pent up seed. You're given respite only towards the end of his release, when he suddenly pulls back and strokes the last few ropes out across your face and chest, giving the fur there a thick, sticky coating that reeks of his scent.

Penelope Delights (Mark3000)

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Roll: Attack (Guards) x2, Str vs Str
Results: 9 vs 30, 9 vs 13, fail x2

Roll: Attack (Penelope) x2, Str vs Str
Results: 12 vs 15, 20 vs 14, fail/success
Damage: 5

Like before, the two guards attack you in tandem, although you manage to deflect both of their blows this time, even scoring one of your own as they retreat to prepare another surge against you. It's not exactly a decisive blow, though, and both the guards still still about as ready to continue as you do. It's a terse standoff, made worse by the fact that continuing to clash steel against iron just outside the barracks is like to draw attention if it continues on so slowly.

Raagen Morcaryn (kermitphrogg)

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"Suit yourself," The Minos responds nonchalantly, leaving you to finish off your meal in peace. Once she's collected her dues, you're left to your own devices for the day. You don't see the mercenaries from the night prior around in the commons room, so either they're asleep, or off exploring the town. The mayor's estate probably wouldn't be difficult to find if you asked a few of the townfolk along the way, and of course, there was always the tower to go and explore if you were so inclined.

Eliza Asara (Lorielle)

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Roll: Resist Grapple (Eliza), Str vs Str
Results: 4 vs 8, fail

Roll: Manhandle (Spectral Berserker), Str vs Str
Results: 10 vs 8, success
Lust Gain: 3
Lust: 14/10

You throw yourself forward against the berserker's chest as he hammers you against the wall, hoping to use your weight to send him tumbling backwards. Usually, someone of your stature and strength would have little trouble in bowling someone over with such a maneuver, yet the specter manages to withstand you despite that. You're left to curse the bulk of these ancient barbarians as he redoubles his force, sandwiching you against the wall with his barrel chest and powerful arms. His tongue continues to ravish your mouth, wrestling your own down in a quest for dominance, a quest that carries on against the rest of your figure too.

He bucks his hips up against you, your skirt pushing upwards as he grinds against your body. You can feel his... his member, apparently still very much in tact despite his ghostly form, pressing against your inner thigh and up against your own sex through the fabric of your undergarments. It's impossible not to feel it as it pumps between your legs; it must be as massive as the man it belongs to! The thought of having it stuffed inside you, taken by this beast of a specter and passed around by his companions fills your mind as his weight pins you to the rough stone, your only distraction the feeling of your legs being grasped at by what must be his fellows, rough fingers hurrying to pull your greaves and boots off you.

[Firehead]

Elvara Greyfang (Firehead)

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You're awarded with another deep, satisfied grunt as you lap your tongue against the head of the farmer's thick, throbbing cock. Each time he thrusts himself between your breasts you can taste the salty, musky flavor of his head coating your tongue, something that becomes more literal when you eventually burrow your muzzle into the valley of your tits and allow him to thrust back into your mouth, streaks of pre-cum sticking to the appendage as you continue to flick it along the invading length. Each time he withdraws, he brings a little bit of your saliva with him, coating the inside of your cleavage in slick, wet warmth that only helps him speed up his endeavors, the occasionally lewd schlick accompanying his bottoming out. From your position below, you're given a good view of his taught, hard abdomen, kept in shape by his labor undoubt, the lean muscles twitching every time he feels the need to groan in bliss, clearly enjoying every sensation your soft, fuzzy breasts can give him.

It's a bit hard to keep track of time, what with your head frazzled by drink and an undeniable need to be bred by the powerful male atop you, but he continues to ravage your tits for what feels like quite some time, his hands mauling the delicate flesh while he pumps between them, mating your chest like a bitch in heat. Your claws cause goosebumps to prick up all along his thighs as you softly stroke them, encouraging them to tense harder and faster as he pleasures himself with your body. But, eventually, you find him grasping at your wrists. He brings your hands up to your breasts, pressing them into your flesh so you could hold them together for him. Then his hands find the wall behind your head, and he braces himself against you.

What follows is, from your own experiences, a thorough rutting. You can tell he's close by the speed his hips begin to swing, his cockhead pushing further into your mouth than it did before. His moaning grows louder, the sweat dripping down his thighs more prominent. If he was a Lupo, his knot would likely be on proud display, ready to tie his cock to the imaginary cunt that your chest mimics and fill it to the brim. While he lacks for that large, bulbous piece of equipment, he certainly does not lack for a load. Something you become very aware of in turn.

"It's comin'... Mhhhrfuck, it's comin'. You want it, don't ya? Puppy wants this nut? Take it. Take it like a good girl. Ohhhhfuuuuck, take it all!" He grunts deep and powerfully, shoving his hips against your chest as he bottoms out between your tits for a final time. His head throbs between your lips, and the first of many blasts of cum fire right down your muzzle and into your throat. He rocks himself against your hard, his manhood jumping between your bosom as each hard spasm causes another thick wad to coat your tongue and stick against your throat. It's almost too much to swallow, filling your cheeks as he pumps your mouth full of his pent up seed. You're given respite only towards the end of his release, when he suddenly pulls back and strokes the last few ropes out across your face and chest, giving the fur there a thick, sticky coating that reeks of his scent.

Elvara's ears laid flat submissively as the male above her continued to thrust his thick, fat cock between her tits and into her muzzle accepting each thrust with an eager desire to please. Her mouth already being filled with his salty, masculine taste which only seems to drive her sex even wilder with desire. If she wasn't submitting so fully, she might have considered pulling her lips from her bosom to beg him to tend to her sex. Her cleavage felt slick with the mix of his pre and her saliva making it easier to him slide between her soft, fuzzy flesh, and making the slapping sounds of his hips against her underboob all the wetter almost sounding like he was slamming home into a real cunt increasing her awareness of how unattended her needs were.

Her hands paused at his hips as she struggled with both the desires to move up to feel the muscles of his stomach and moving down to her legs to give herself some attention though her lover had other plans as he made her take over holding her tits together to form a tight passage for him to thrust into while his own hands braced themselves to let him brace against the wall for better leverage to pound between her tightly pressed together tits. Her mind grew only fuzzier as he got more furious in his thrusting until she lost all sense of time between the alcohol, the dominant position he'd taken, and his wonderful taste and size.

He continued to thrust into her without stopping or slowing. She'd heard jokes from other travelers that her kind fucked like savage beasts, but she couldn't think of a single male in her own experiences that could get as wild in their rutting as this man was getting. Nor were there any she knew that could last this long even as she realized she had no idea he'd had her pinned down under his weight like this. She noticed the lack of knot pressing against her. While she heard other species lacked that feature, this was the first time she'd experienced it. What would it be like not having herself locked tightly to her lover as he spilled his seed into her?

She couldn't really respond without pulling her muzzle from his cock which she didn't even think of doing. Instead, her tongue only lapped more wildly at his head encouraging him to give her everything he had. She should have felt demeaned by him calling her a puppy, but the sex and the drink had her far too distracted to even notice as glob after fat, thick glob of rich spunk filled her muzzle with the taste of virile male. His rich taste was telling her on a subconscious level what a strong male she had found to be bred by. Feeling him pull free, she whimpered as she watched his head retreat and throb again before spitting another burst at her. She only managed to close her eyes just a moment before her face was painted white with streaks of his seed. Panting, she tried to recover but only managed to take in more of the scent of sweat and sex coming off of him making her sodden cunt quiver begging for attention now that he'd been satisfied. "Please, I-I need you right now." Her voice was low and dripping with desire as she told him she was in need.

[Mashugana]

Crosses gave a small nod and what could possibly be a smile, valiantly trying and failing to not glance down at where his coins were going for an instant before catching on to what Alissa was offering, his expression going from mildly confused to embarrassed all over again.

"Ah, not that for now, my apologies." He responded, feeling somewhat thankful that he hadn't gone shouting earlier like the man she'd mentioned before, but inwardly kicking himself for adding that "for now" line. "I just meant for a room and board here, or should I discuss that with the owner?"

Idly, Crosses wondered what kind of person the owner of this place was. If Alissa was like this, what could they be capable of?

Hopefully he'd be meeting them in public. And that the room came with a lock.

[kermitphrogg114]

First off, Raagen had to settle the issue of Duravor Thornhill, and check at the mayor's office. Asking around for the mayor's office, she takes the opportunity to study the town. Rather large for the wilderness, probably the biggest - if not the only - outpost of civilization for miles around.

Once she finds the mayor's office, she lands on the doorsteps, and knocks on the door.

"Hello, may I come in?" she asks. "I'd like to ask something of the mayor, if it's not too much to ask..."

[Mark3000]

The battle settles into a rhythm as she deflects their combined assault. As she strikes the retreating guard, she returns to her defensive stance as she watches them prepare of their next attack. It's then that Penelope glances up at the barracks and a though occurs two her. 'Damn it, with this much racket we'll wake up the whole yard" she thought. She could manage these two just fine, but an entire stockade. But she couldn't back down from a challenge she issued. Standing tall she prepared to counterattack. If she just took one of them out, she could scare off the other one.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Elvara Greyfang (Firehead)

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The farmer admires his handiwork with a chuckle, not least of which because he seems to enjoy watching you beg. He shuffles off of your chest, kneeling off to the side of you so he can run his fingers down your torso. His digits stroke through the soft fur on your stomach, scratching along it as he trails them down between your legs. He runs them between your thighs, feeling your moisture on the tips, before giving you a knowing grin. Without ceremony, he plunges a few deep into your sodden folds.

"Someone enjoyed that, eh? But that's what I love about you folk. Always so happy to please," He pumps his fingers into you with a careful rhythm, a lewd squelch following each stroke as he explores your sex, long awaited pleasure arcing up your spine as he works to see what makes you tick, "Don't you worry, though. Good girls like you always get a reward for good behavior."

Either out of luck or skill, he punctuates that statement by sliding his fingers against a very, very sensitive place inside you. He curls his fingers against it a few times, then begins pumping his hand between your legs with more vigor, flattening out his fingers on the stroke in and then curling them backwards on the way out so they glide against your sweet spot. He pleasures you for a few minutes like this, but perhaps sensing your deeper needs, or simply desiring to fulfill his own, he eventually withdraws from your heated sex, strands of your sticky juices connecting his fingers to your pussy as he does.

The farmer crawls between your legs in short order, grabbing your knees and forcing them apart so he can huddle close and rest his cock against your folds. You can see it throb mightily, returned to its full glory either by the sight of you or the sounds you made while he fingered you. The bulbous head bumps against your ribs as he settles into place, allowing you to see firsthand just how deep he'll be in you. Something you truly didn't have to wait long to experience, as he wastes little time grabbing himself at the head and pressing it against your folds after a brief shuffle backwards. It takes a short, sweet moment of resistance before your folds welcome him in, and you're treated to an absolute feeling of fullness as he sheathes himself in you, packing your needy cunt with inch after inch of thick, human cock until it can go no deeper.

Crosses the River (Mashugana)

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Alissa's expression makes a swift transition from sultry to pouty as you explain your intentions.

"Aww, that's no fun. Not enough in the tank to keep going? Because I know how to get things flowing again real ease, all it takes is a pinky finger and a little finessing, but it'll be back up again right quick." The implications of such a maneuver are left in the air as the half-elf settles back in her chair, giving you a brief reprieve from her constant assault on your senses.

"If you just wanna head to bed, you can go over and talk to Calina at the counter. She'll set you up with a room and all that. If you wanna talk to the boss lady, she's probably settling in for the night, but I can go and grab her if you wanna settle things now."

Raagen Morcaryn (kermitphrogg)

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The trip to the mayor's estate is relatively quick, the town being the size that it was, and you soon find yourself sitting outside a modest, if cozy looking two story building made primarily of stone and brickwork. The answer to the door is fairly quick, and a young human woman ferries you inside once you make it clear you're there to see the town's ostensible leadership. You briefly wonder whether or not its common for him to see travelers and adventuring folk, or if he simply has no more pressing duties at the moment that would prevent such a meeting. After being left to wait by the fireside in what must be the lounge of the building, the woman comes to show you in to the man himself.

The mayor sits in a fairly sizeable office space in the western half of the building, settled behind a large, finely carved desk opposite the door. The room is dimly lit by lanterns set atop difference shelves and surfaces, the room cramped despite its size by bookshelves and cabinets filled with all manner of literature and correspondence. Bruenor gives you a wary look from across his desk, the aging dwarf leaning back in his chair as you approach, running his thick fingers through the bushy salty-and-pepper beard that covers most of his face and runs down his chest.

"Not often I see the winged sort of elf this far north," He begins, gesturing with his other hand to a comfortable looking chair set out in front of the desk, presumably for guests, "Take a seat, lass, and tell me what it is you've come all this way for."

Penelope Delights (Mark3000)

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Roll: Attack (Guards) x2, Str vs Str
Results: 13 vs 30, fail || 20 vs 13, success
Damage: 3

Roll: Counterattack (Penelope) x2, Str vs Str
Results: 12 vs 18, fail || 20 vs 21, fail

The guards throw themselves at you at an inopportune moment; just as your eyes peer towards the barracks, two training blades come your way. Though you manage to deflect the first sword easily enough, the second one exploits your blindspot, and you feel the familiar crack of blunted steel against your wrist in the follow up. Swinging in response, both men manage to stumble backwards away from your assault, leaving you to stew in the indignity of their double teaming.

"C'mon, now, darlin', we don't gotta do this," One of them pipes up, a crooked grin on his face, no doubt emboldened by their surprise success, "We just wanna go to bed with empty balls, 's all. Why don't we put down the swords, an' we compromise; you give us a lil' suck-an'-tug, and we'll let ya go home, holes in tact."

[Mark3000]

Penelope rubbed her wrists trying to shake off the sting of the guards attack. The only thing that hurt more was her pride after being unable to hit the two guards in response. She was starting to get impatient as the battle dragged on. Taking a deep breath, the mercenary took a deep breath and considered her next move. Then one of the guards made his proposition. Penelope was about to chew him out for even suggesting something like this. But considering the position she was in, she was running out of options. She was losing ground in this battle. More over, she had been away from her company for a bit. The last thing she needed was to return to Arden and the others a cum-stained mess.

She grinned her teeth, trying to delay her decision. But she eventually lowered the training sword and frowned. "Fine" Penelope said with a defeated look. "But a quick blow and nothing else" She said as she went to put the training sword back on the rack and retrieved her claymore. "So where do you want to do this? Lead the way" Penelope said impatiently, unable to hide her displeasure at the situation.

[Firehead]

Elvara Greyfang (Firehead)

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The farmer admires his handiwork with a chuckle, not least of which because he seems to enjoy watching you beg. He shuffles off of your chest, kneeling off to the side of you so he can run his fingers down your torso. His digits stroke through the soft fur on your stomach, scratching along it as he trails them down between your legs. He runs them between your thighs, feeling your moisture on the tips, before giving you a knowing grin. Without ceremony, he plunges a few deep into your sodden folds.

"Someone enjoyed that, eh? But that's what I love about you folk. Always so happy to please," He pumps his fingers into you with a careful rhythm, a lewd squelch following each stroke as he explores your sex, long awaited pleasure arcing up your spine as he works to see what makes you tick, "Don't you worry, though. Good girls like you always get a reward for good behavior."

Either out of luck or skill, he punctuates that statement by sliding his fingers against a very, very sensitive place inside you. He curls his fingers against it a few times, then begins pumping his hand between your legs with more vigor, flattening out his fingers on the stroke in and then curling them backwards on the way out so they glide against your sweet spot. He pleasures you for a few minutes like this, but perhaps sensing your deeper needs, or simply desiring to fulfill his own, he eventually withdraws from your heated sex, strands of your sticky juices connecting his fingers to your pussy as he does.

The farmer crawls between your legs in short order, grabbing your knees and forcing them apart so he can huddle close and rest his cock against your folds. You can see it throb mightily, returned to its full glory either by the sight of you or the sounds you made while he fingered you. The bulbous head bumps against your ribs as he settles into place, allowing you to see firsthand just how deep he'll be in you. Something you truly didn't have to wait long to experience, as he wastes little time grabbing himself at the head and pressing it against your folds after a brief shuffle backwards. It takes a short, sweet moment of resistance before your folds welcome him in, and you're treated to an absolute feeling of fullness as he sheathes himself in you, packing your needy cunt with inch after inch of thick, human cock until it can go no deeper.

Elvara's tail swung wildly, and her skin trembled in anticipation as his fingers trailed their way down her abdomen to find her sodden cunt. "Yes...please." The fur around her muff was heavy with her nectar laying flat against her skin leaving her normally hidden gash completely exposed. Biting her lower lip, Elvara holds back a groan as he sinks his digits into her entrance where she hadn't felt a male's touch in many weeks. As he began working his digits in and out of her, each passage stole away a little of her self-control. At first, her jaw loosened and the muffled whimpers gave way to coo's and gasps as her petals were worked open, and her hips started thrusting up to help him work his way deeper. She lost herself in the pleasure when he pressed against her g-spot managing to draw a trembling howl from her as he worked firmly against the sensitive spot.

When she finally got her voice back under control, she was deeply embarrassed. "S-sorry about th-that." Looking towards him, she realized he'd pulled his fingers from her, and already her sex missed his touch, but as she looked to him, she could see him now between her thighs with his cock standing proudly ready to conquer her folds. Even after having him between her tits, she felt a little surprised at how big he looked. Was he actually a bit bigger, or was it trepidation of finally having him inside of her sex? His grip on her thighs was firm, and Elvara wasn't sure she could close her legs on him even if she had wanted to. Still, she did try to squeeze her legs against his grip unsure of if she was actually trying to resist him for some reason, or if she just wanted to feel his strength resisting her.

Her passage clung tightly against the intruder as he forced his way deep inside of her. "Oh, I've never f-felt so full. E-even without a knot, It feels like you've plugged me tight." Recovering a little, she spared a glance down to where their sexes connected curious what her cunt looked stretched around him, and if she'd really managed to take his full length. As full as she felt, there couldn't really be more to take, could there?

[kermitphrogg114]

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Raagen Morcaryn (kermitphrogg)
The trip to the mayor's estate is relatively quick, the town being the size that it was, and you soon find yourself sitting outside a modest, if cozy looking two story building made primarily of stone and brickwork. The answer to the door is fairly quick, and a young human woman ferries you inside once you make it clear you're there to see the town's ostensible leadership. You briefly wonder whether or not its common for him to see travelers and adventuring folk, or if he simply has no more pressing duties at the moment that would prevent such a meeting. After being left to wait by the fireside in what must be the lounge of the building, the woman comes to show you in to the man himself.

The mayor sits in a fairly sizeable office space in the western half of the building, settled behind a large, finely carved desk opposite the door. The room is dimly lit by lanterns set atop difference shelves and surfaces, the room cramped despite its size by bookshelves and cabinets filled with all manner of literature and correspondence. Bruenor gives you a wary look from across his desk, the aging dwarf leaning back in his chair as you approach, running his thick fingers through the bushy salty-and-pepper beard that covers most of his face and runs down his chest.

"Not often I see the winged sort of elf this far north," He begins, gesturing with his other hand to a comfortable looking chair set out in front of the desk, presumably for guests, "Take a seat, lass, and tell me what it is you've come all this way for."

"Greetings, Mayor," Raagen replies with a polite bow. "Sorry to bother you, but I've been trying to find someone, and I was told you might know where I could contact him.

"I'm trying to find Duravor Thornhill, a hill dwarf ranger; he's an old acquaintance of my parents and they told me to get in contact with him. Problem is, I've been trying to follow his trail all over the Northlands with little luck, so I'm wondering if I'm ever going to find him at this rate."

[Mashugana]

Crosses wasn't quite certain what Alissa was saying regarding how to "get it back up", but he felt mildly uncomfortable and thankful she had sat back some, feeling kind of exhausted after the whole... ordeal.

"I see, maybe another time then." He said awkwardly, I guess I'll just wind up getting the room. When does the owner usually do business?" He asked, stacking their combined dishes and cups and, after doing one last check to make sure he'd gotten himself back to decency, standing up and taking the dishes in his hands. He was used to more rustic taverns with limited staff, so he figured he'd have to take the dishes to the wash area himself. Muttering the name Calina under his breath, he glanced towards where he figured the counter would be while waiting for Alissa's answer, idly checking on the other patrons in the process.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Penelope Delights (Mark3000)

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At your ostensible agreement to their terms, the two shoot you a lecherous grin, and hurry to put away their own training swords. Once everything is in order, they lead you around the side of the barracks building, where out of sight from the main street that had led you here. While you find yourself rather displeased with the results, the men have no such issue, and as soon as they're confident that they've taken you far enough along the side of the building, they begin to unbuckle their belts.

"Do us a kindness and take out those tits, eh?" One of them pipes up as he slides his trousers down and fishes out his cock, letting his half-flaccid shaft hang free, "Never seen 'em that big before. 'Side, you wanna help us cum quick, don't ya? Put on a lil' show."

Elvara Greyfang (Firehead)

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The slightest resistance you offer him is met with force, his hands pressing hard into your plush thighs to keep them properly spread while he penetrates you. He gives a chuckle at your shock at his size, giving you a merciful few moments to relish in the sensation of fullness. A cursory glance downward shows that he's packed most of his shaft into your tight, wet folds, although another few inches remains passed the tight, wet seal your sex has made around the meaty invader. Noticing the way your eyes glue themselves to it, he gives you a playful grin as he slides his hips back, letting you watch as it slowly retreats from your tight folds, glistening in the firelight with your juices, before he sends it right back in with a smooth slide of his hips, an unmistakably lewd wetness following as he fills you all the way back up, lighting your nerves on fire.

He does it again and again, each thrust getting a little faster as he works into a pace to finally fuck you with. Your tits begin to bounce gently with the motion, and his hands quickly find your ankles, bringing them up to rest against his shoulders as he leans in on you, tightening the already snug fit around his manhood as he takes you right then and there in the kitchen, his powerful hands coming to rest on either side of your torso as he settles into a hard, fast pace.

Raagen Morcaryn (kermitphrogg)

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The old dwarf's bushy eyebrows knit when you mention Duravor's name. He reaches for a pipe on his desk, bringing the finely carved tool up to his lips to take a puff on the embers therein, as if the smoke filling his lungs helped him process the information he intended to speak. Eventually, he exhales a billowy cloud.

"Aye, I know him. But knowing him and knowing where he's gone are two different matters. Last we spoke, I'd told him that the miners had been reporting strange sights to the north, lights in the mines, strange sounds, spider webs encroaching on the shafts. Came to a head when a few of the lads disappeared. He said he'd look into it for me, and that was that," He puffs on the pipe again, a shorter draw between words, the wisps dancing as he speaks again, "That was almost a month ago. I'd sent a few of the militia to look for him in the mines after a week, but they'd found nothin' out of the ordinary. No signs of a fight, and he'd have gone down swinging if something had found him. Just eerie silence. I had the mine shut down, no need to risk any more young men 'til we can spare the resources to investigate."

"As for Duravor, I don't know where he's gone, lass. He's not the type who is easily found, even when you're on his side. Might be that something did find him first in those tunnels. Might be that he found something in there and went off chasing it, as he's like to do." He pauses, giving you a once over, "But that's all guesswork. I've not the time nor the resources to track the old dog down myself. Don't suppose that'll stop you though, will it?"

Crosses the River

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"She's normally around for the day shift. You can probably ask her all about it after breakfast. Also you err, don't need to worry about those. We take them instead." Alissa stands when you do, reaching out and taking the dishes from your hands. Unburdened by the load, you eventually make your way to the counter, where a horned brunette mans the counter. Your people had occasionally dealt with the Minos tribes before, but seeing one up close was something entirely different; she's almost a head taller than you, and that height differential puts you right on track to look into the incredibly bust her heritage has gifted her with, something you imagine is purposeful, considering the low cut of her dress and the way her apron seems to lift it up.

She gives you a curious look, though she seems friendly enough, leaning against the counter so she's more on your level as she speaks.

"All done with Alissa? I'm guessin' you're gonna need a bed, huh? Two silver a night, sweetie." Calina declares.

[Firehead]

Elvara Greyfang (Firehead)

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The slightest resistance you offer him is met with force, his hands pressing hard into your plush thighs to keep them properly spread while he penetrates you. He gives a chuckle at your shock at his size, giving you a merciful few moments to relish in the sensation of fullness. A cursory glance downward shows that he's packed most of his shaft into your tight, wet folds, although another few inches remains passed the tight, wet seal your sex has made around the meaty invader. Noticing the way your eyes glue themselves to it, he gives you a playful grin as he slides his hips back, letting you watch as it slowly retreats from your tight folds, glistening in the firelight with your juices, before he sends it right back in with a smooth slide of his hips, an unmistakably lewd wetness following as he fills you all the way back up, lighting your nerves on fire.

He does it again and again, each thrust getting a little faster as he works into a pace to finally fuck you with. Your tits begin to bounce gently with the motion, and his hands quickly find your ankles, bringing them up to rest against his shoulders as he leans in on you, tightening the already snug fit around his manhood as he takes you right then and there in the kitchen, his powerful hands coming to rest on either side of your torso as he settles into a hard, fast pace.

Elvara trembled as she felt his strength not sure if it was anticipation from her body as it was about to take in the strength of a powerful male, or if it was fear of just what he could do to her if he truly wanted to. She whimpers in relief as her sex is filled to the brim with firm hard maleness. While the thought of being so full without him sheathing his full length had been a tantalizing one, she hadn't really expected to find it to actually be the case. Her lips were sealed tight around him partially from just how thick he was and partially from her muscles squeezing tight around him as if hugging the invader to keep it within her. As he pulled out, it almost felt like she was being pulled out with him from how tight she was. The sloppy sucking sound emitted from her sex as it tried to hold him tight as he pulled out. The sounds only adding to the arousal already burning away within her.

"Ohhh fuck~," she moans out as he pulls her ankles over his shoulders as he pistons back inside of her. Elvara's hands moved to her side clenching to dig her nails into the wood flooring beneath her. As her body was pushed back and forth by his thrusting, her nails began digging furrows into the wood to either side of her leaving a mark as a reminder of their activities. "Yes! Please~! You're breeding me so good!"

[kermitphrogg114]

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Raagen Morcaryn (kermitphrogg)
The old dwarf's bushy eyebrows knit when you mention Duravor's name. He reaches for a pipe on his desk, bringing the finely carved tool up to his lips to take a puff on the embers therein, as if the smoke filling his lungs helped him process the information he intended to speak. Eventually, he exhales a billowy cloud.

"Aye, I know him. But knowing him and knowing where he's gone are two different matters. Last we spoke, I'd told him that the miners had been reporting strange sights to the north, lights in the mines, strange sounds, spider webs encroaching on the shafts. Came to a head when a few of the lads disappeared. He said he'd look into it for me, and that was that," He puffs on the pipe again, a shorter draw between words, the wisps dancing as he speaks again, "That was almost a month ago. I'd sent a few of the militia to look for him in the mines after a week, but they'd found nothin' out of the ordinary. No signs of a fight, and he'd have gone down swinging if something had found him. Just eerie silence. I had the mine shut down, no need to risk any more young men 'til we can spare the resources to investigate."

"As for Duravor, I don't know where he's gone, lass. He's not the type who is easily found, even when you're on his side. Might be that something did find him first in those tunnels. Might be that he found something in there and went off chasing it, as he's like to do." He pauses, giving you a once over, "But that's all guesswork. I've not the time nor the resources to track the old dog down myself. Don't suppose that'll stop you though, will it?"

Raagen gives a sigh of annoyed frustration.

"Yeah, that figures," she says in resignation. "I've kind of found that out trying to find him. Still, that's at least some clue about where he's been, so I'll take it. Thank you once again for your time, Mr. Mayor.

"And don't worry," she says with a confident smile. "I like to believe my parents taught me better than to let that stop me. I've come this far, I'll find him eventually."

She gets up, bows politely once more to the Mayor, and takes her leave unless the Mayor has something else to say.

[Mark3000]

"As you wish" Penelope replied as she unbuckled her breastplate. Once her armor and under shirt were removed, the two guards were finally able to get a good look at the mercenary's chest. Her breasts where just as big as they imagined, perhaps bigger without being confined. Despite their weight, they maintained a youthful perkiness to them. Using her arms to squeeze her breasts together, Penelope swayed her chest letting them bounce left and right in front of the guards. "Hmm" Penelope moaned and the cold night air bushed against her skin. Her nipples stood erect from the cool sensation. "H-happy now?" Penelope said as she tried to remain composed. Even as her breasts jiggled in front of the two men.

Moving over to the first guard to whip it out, Penelope kneeled down and grabbed his cock. "If you're done ogling, lets get this over with" Penelope said as she stroked his cock. Her hands worked the shaft with a tender grip. Her thumb applying pressure in all the right places. She was shy or hesitant in the least, a product of her upbringing and possible previous experience. From the guard's position they had a perfect view of the mercenary's swaying cleavage, and her surprisingly lush lips.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Elvara Greyfang (Firehead)

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Left to his mercy with your legs high up in the air, it's all you can do to dig your nails into the floor and try to hold on for dear life. The farmer, captivated by the sight of your luscious body bouncing up and down before him, drives himself into you with ever growing ardor. His cock pistons into you with quick, rhythmic speed, fucking your needy depths hard and fast and deep. Every time he bottoms out in you, you can feel his cockhead battering at your womb, his weighty balls pendulum forward to clap against the softness of your ass.

"Yeah? You like gettin' bred, do ya? Like a good bitch? Gonna be a good bitch and give me some pups?" He asks, his voice husky both from the obvious desire he has for you and the effort he's putting into rutting you into the floor. His dirty talking only speaks to something primal in you, a desire scratching at your cider addled mind, the need to submit entirely to the superior male and let him fill you with his progeny. His scent was so strong, and his balls so heavy... maybe he would give you pups. Help your tits get all the bigger, so all the lustful human men who desire you so could fondle and suck and fuck them.

Either way, it's all hard to focus on; everything is, especially once he shifts his weight further atop you, forcing your ass up off the floor as he strikes you at a different, tighter angle. One which makes it all but impossible for his long, thick cock to not grind into that wonderful spot he found earlier with every impassioned thrust.

Raagen Morcaryn (kermitphrogg)

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The Mayor gives you your leave once you confidently declare your intentions, and it only takes a few minutes to be right back on the streets of Esterwyn. Although it wasn't quite the lead you might have hoped for, you were now armed with the most up-to-date knowledge you thus far obtained on your parent's dwarven companion. The question now, was where you would go next with that information.

Penelope Delights (Mark3000)

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The duo's eyes immediately fall to your chest as you disrobe yourself, their eyes hungrily tracing the silhouette of your ample breasts. The way you shimmy the massive orbs for them only worsens their lust, as does your gentle moaning. By the time you waltz over to the first guard and settle down on your knees, you find the lad is at half-mast already. It doesn't take all that much longer to push him all the way; your cold hands get a little jump for him, but you quickly find them warming up as they tenderly stroke the hot flesh between his legs. It's a little embarrassing to admit, but for a drunken lech, he's rather big, and both your hands find work as you pump him to a full, throbbing erection. His friend is close-by, not wanting to miss out on the action, and you feel another hefty shaft smack against your exposed shoulder as he frees himself for you.

"Gods above, they're huge. I love 'em..."

It's not the only thing you feel. The first guard braces himself against the wall, and leaning down just a tad, reaches to cup one of your huge tits before you can protest. His hand is cold and rough, and he wastes no time palming your sensitive nipple, giving your soft chest a good fondling. The second guard isn't one to be left out, and you feel his hand join the other on the breast opposite, the duo squeezing and kneading at your impressive rack as you prepare to service them.