by Logan Jacobs
Then our kiss ended, and I began to thrust in and out of her perfect body.
“Fuck!” Penny shouted as she closed her eyes and ran her hand down my back and ass. “You’re so big.”
“You’re so fucking tight.” I adjusted my angle, and cock scraped against her velvety walls in ways I dreamed about for so long.
Then she bit down on my lip as she held my head in between her hands, and we kissed, we kissed just like we did in the river, but this time we were flowing as one and each of my thrusts caused her to gasp into my mouth.
We continued like this for five minutes, or maybe it was ten, or maybe it was an hour. I was lost in her, and she was lost in me, and when we weren’t kissing, we were gazing into each other’s eyes or looking down to watch where my wet cock slid in and out of her tight tunnel.
Then she climaxed again, and her nails dug into my back while she bit my shoulder. Her tunnel gripped me like a vice, and she half-whined half-screamed while she bit me, and I picked up the pace so that her climax would last even longer.
And it did.
She finally fell backward away from me, but I was still hard and deep inside of her. After a few more thrusts, she steered my shoulder to the side, and I moved onto my back while she straddled me. Then she began to grind her wet pussy onto my cock with intense hip rotations.
“Shit, Pen--” I gasped as I felt myself about to explode inside of her. So, I gripped onto her ass as she rode me like she was on a getaway horse after a robbery.
“Fill me, Wade,” Penny moaned as her legs began to vibrate, and her stomach muscles clenched. “Come in me.”
“I--” I couldn’t hold back anymore, and with a final twirl from her hips, I reached my peak and filled her womb with my seed in an explosion of ecstasy.
“Yes, yes, yes, fill me up,” Penny panted as she thrust forward with every pump from my cock. Then I felt her hit another orgasm, and she clenched around me for a third time while I continued to pour into her. The effect was amazing, and it felt like her walls were milking every drop of seed from me.
Then we both folded into one another in complete exhaustion. All the while, we continued to kiss, rub, and hold each other.
“Oh, fuck,” Penny chuckled as she slid off me and then curled up on my side.
“Yeah,” I panted as I ran my hand down her waist. “Let’s not wait years to do that again, eh?”
“We’ve been missing out,” Penny sighed.
“Not anymore.” I leaned closer, kissed her again, and before I knew it, we were about to go for another round.
We had a lot of time to make up for.
So, we continued to kiss, taste, and explore each other in the bed, until we eventually fell asleep out of pure comfort and exhaustion.
Then, multiple knocks rang out, and at first, it sounded so far away, so I didn’t budge, but then the knocking grew louder and more frantic.
“Wha--” I shot up in the bed and noticed it was dark outside. “Shit, what time is it?”
“Huh?” Penny stirred next to me, and fuck, she looked beautiful.
“Penny,” I hovered over her ear. “I think we slept for a long time.”
“We did?” Penny mumbled just as another knock on our door rang out. “Who’s here?”
“I dunno.” I got out of the bed, put on my trousers, cloak, and moved over to the door. “It might be Dar and the crew.”
“Oh, shit, the show!” Penny huffed as she started to gather her clothes.
“Who is it?” I called out toward the door before opening it to give Penny some time to get dressed.
“It’s Eloy,” the old halfling replied. “We have some--”
“We don’t need anything,” I replied before the halfling finished his thought.
“Wade, just open up,” Eloy’s voice sounded strained.
“Alright,” I turned and saw Penny was dressed, so I opened the door and saw Eloy staring back at me.
“There are some elves here.” Eloy gulped. “They’re asking to speak with the residents and since a few hours ago … that’s you.”
Fuck.
Chapter 16
“Who is it?” Penny asked.
“It’s some--”
“Elves,” I cut Eloy off as I dropped my head. “Why do they need to talk to us?”
“They’re seekin’ information from everyone in the area,” Eloy said with a slight shrug. “I told them everything I know, but they asked who lives up in the apartment, so I told them two humans are renting the place and--”
“I got it.” I nodded. “Alright, where are they?”
“Down in my bakery,” Eloy replied.
“How many?” I asked.
“Just two,” Eloy answered. “But they have some poor halfling tied up in their wagon cage outside.”
“Of course they do,” I said as I stepped over to the door and gestured for Penny to follow.
“Fucking elves,” Penny said as she exited the apartment and went down the stairs first.
“I really don’t know what they are talking about, but they’ve been persistent with me,” Eloy added. “I asked them about my son, but they just laughed in my face.”
“They don’t know your son even exists, Eloy,” I said as I followed the old halfling down the steps.
“You’re probably right, lad,” Eloy sighed and then hobbled down another step. “I apologize for how dark it is. I will try to install some lanterns since someone is goin’ to be living up here again.”
“Thanks,” I muttered as we reached the bottom, but I really didn’t give a shit about any lanterns. Not when elves wanted to talk with me.
What did the elven pricks mean they were ‘seeking information’? What exactly did they need information about?
A person?
Me?
With the new commander’s vendetta against me, they could’ve been tracking me just like the assassins were, and if that was the case, then that was not fucking good.
As soon as we rounded the corner, I got slapped in the face with the aroma of magic and nearly doubled over. Then, I saw the familiar caged wagon the elves threw me in, but this time, there was a small halfling chained inside.
“Do yaaaa fancy a drink maybe one or twooo,” the captured halfling sang as he tapped his foot. “Maybe you don’t but I sure dooo!”
“Is he drunk?” Penny tapped my arm.
“I don’t know,” I muttered as we walked past the wagon.
That motherfucker was drunk, and it was most likely from our whiskey. Unless Hebal magically made a batch without a distiller.
But how?
Was the theatre’s show already over?
Or did he get it from one of the twins down the road?
“Okay, they’re right in there,” Eloy said as he tugged open his front door.
The pungent magic stung my nose when I walked in and saw two elves with their backs turned. Each of them had gold and black battle armor on with the night elf moon insignia etched across their backs. Both of them also had long dark braided hair and blue flesh that shimmered within the dim lantern light.
As soon as the closest one to us turned around, I remembered his face. He was the elf that followed, slapped, and arrested me in the middle of my destroyed home town.
I tried to contain my hatred that made me want to slice the fucker's blue throat open.
“Hello there, humans.” The elf sniffed the air. “I know your stench like the back of my hand these days. Your kind is always in our cells, and that never used to be the case until recently.”
The other elf chuckled.
“We were told that you needed to speak with us,” I said as I kept my eyes lowered to the officer’s boots.
The elf didn’t respond.
Instead he stepped closer to me until he was about a foot away. Then he used the tip of his pointed fingernail to tilt my chin up and look me in the eye.
“I know you,” the elf said as he flashed his teeth. “Since when do you live here? Aren’t yo
u supposed to be at your guild, thief?”
“Thief?” Eloy furrowed his brow. “You are thieves?”
“Shut that creature up, Golierian!” The officer turned toward his partner.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Eloy pleaded, but it was too late.
The elf backhanded Eloy across the face and sent him across the room. The old halfling gasped, dropped on the wooden floor, and laid lifeless like a sack of flour.
“Are all halflings stupid?” the officer faced me again, and the smell of his magic almost made me gag, but I held it down.
If there was one thing I couldn’t do, I couldn’t let him know I could sense his magic.
I’d be put to death on the spot.
“I’m not sure, my lord,” I breathed as I looked away from his cold dead eyes.
“You haven’t answered my first question. Since when do you live in this dump?” The officer leaned in close, smelled me, and then turned to Penny. “Maybe it’s because of this red-head here?”
“We are free to live where we like,” I answered. “We aren’t required to live in the guild.”
“Really now?” The officer smirked and then turned to his partner again. “I didn’t know this, did you?”
“No, General Tevian, sir,” Golierian replied.
It looked like this asshole was a general. Must’ve been the commander’s second in command.
What the fuck was he doing out here?
Looking for me?
“So …” Tevian folded his gloved hands behind his back. “Even if what you say is true, and I’m not entirely sure about that, we still have some questions to ask you, humans.”
“You always have questions,” I remarked.
“Quiet!” Tevian snarled. “If you do not cooperate, I will have no problem slicing your throat in front of your girlfriend, or maybe just cutting her throat instead.”
Fucker.
My eyes burned with rage at the thought of him doing that to Penny.
“What say you, human?” Golierian stepped toward Penny.
“Fine,” I said. “We’ll answer your questions.”
“Good,” Tevian dismissed his officer with a hand. “I’m sure you noticed the little rat trapped in our cage, eh?”
“I did,” I replied.
“Turns out the little animal had something he wasn’t supposed to have,” Tevian chuckled. “Something we thought we dealt with a few days ago when we hung four despicable creatures in the middle of the Entertainment District. Have you seen them hanging out there like lanterns?”
“I have,” I answered as I pursed my lips.
“Are you familiar with why they needed to die?” The elf narrowed his eyes.
“I--”
“It’s all about this … drink. A liquid that makes you sing dreadful songs.” The elf gestured to the halfling outside and shuddered. “And lose control of your body and slur your vocabulary. It’s really a stupid thing to die for if you ask me. Wouldn’t you agree, human?”
I didn’t respond.
“Maybe you can answer me this.” The elf began to pace around the bakery until he settled near Eloy’s unconscious body. “Is it because we took your mind-altering potions away so many years ago? Is that why you creatures would risk dying for it? Because we forced you to be healthier, cleaner, and more productive? Maybe I just think differently than most, but why even alter your state of being in the first place? Although …”
The elf turned to face us and pointed his finger up toward the ceiling like an idea just came to him.
“I guess if I lived within these muddy, piss covered streets, maybe I’d want to alter my mind, too.” The elf smirked. “You see, I’m trying to understand you creatures, but it’s just too degrading sometimes to even think as you all think.”
The General paced back toward the front counter and rested his elbow on it and stared out the window.
“The more I thought about it, and same with the commander, I know you know him, human,” the elf snickered. “But the more we both thought about the wh…whess…how do you pronounce it in your tongue?”
“I’m not sure what you mean,” I lied.
“Oh, come now,” he hissed. “The drink that you animals indulge in. It’s alcohol. Wiss- something.”
“I know the elves drink wine,” I offered.
“No,” he scoffed. “Not wine. Wiss-something.”
“My father once spoke of whiskey.” I shrugged.
“Yes!” Tevian clapped his hand on the counter. “The more we thought about this whi-skey problem, the more we couldn’t believe one of our own kind led a band of rebels to make and distribute it. But …”
Tevian turned to face us fully, while he leaned back on his elbow.
Where was he going with this rant?
What did he want?
“He still needed to die,” the general sighed. “He attacked the Empire out of his own rage and confusion. It was quite sad to see a noble’s assistant crack under pressure like that. But, as it turns out, that little halfling sitting in our wagon proves the commander’s theory that this…whi-skey was never made by an elf but by someone that wasn’t put to death that day on the gallows in the Entertainment District.”
“What if the elf just taught someone else how to do it?” I wasn’t sure if he allowed me to speak freely, but I at least wanted to plant some doubt in the elf’s mind.
The keys were right when they once told me, ‘The elves think they know everything’ and that was their weakness.
“That might be the case, human,” Tevian said as he eyed me. “But both the commander and I doubt it is.”
“Maybe it was that halfling you just caught?” I suggested.
“Again,” Tevian frowned as he probably sensed what I was doing. “I doubt that to be the case.”
“I’m just trying to help,” I lied.
“Do you know what it takes to make this forbidden drink, human?” the elf stepped away from the counter and came closer to me. “What materials they need? Or where someone could even make it?”
“I can’t say that I do,” I replied as I felt a bead of sweat drip down the side of my neck.
“Hmm …” the elf hummed as his cold silver eyes moved to Penny.
“How about you?” the elf asked. “Any idea on how one could even make this drink?”
“No clue,” Penny said as her nostrils flared.
She fucking hated elves, and if it was even possible, she probably hated them more than I did.
“You are two very intense humans.” The elf grinned. “You have nothing to fear unless you force us to do something we really don’t want to do.”
“We understand,” I muttered.
“Good,” Tevian declared. “But, I must say that you are both terrible liars.”
“We aren--”
“Hush,” Tevian aimed a finger at me, and the smell of magic increased throughout the room. “I sometimes doubt the existence of the Ancient Lords. Are they real? Did they really create this place? Why? Blah blah blah …”
“Sir?” Golierian looked concerned with the tone his general used. No one was to doubt the Ancients. They were the ones who created both the sun, moon, and everything else, including the elven race.
“But …” the general lifted a finger toward his officer. “Then they bring us you, on a random night, in a random bakery, at a random time. I think it's safe to say you have restored my faith in mankind.”
“What about me, though?” I asked as I clenched my jaw.
“Just like I said when I arrested you a few weeks ago, the commander has taken an odd interest in you, and now I’m seeing why.”
“Why?” I asked. “I’ve done nothing wrong, just like the first time you took me in.”
“That might be true,” the general replied. “But there is just this something on you, around you, maybe in you, that I sense, and I cannot put my finger on it.”
He senses us.
The keys’ voice echoed in my mind and jolted my se
nses.
Could you not be so noticeable then? I responded to the keys.
“And this ‘sense’ makes you think I did something wrong?” I asked the intrigued elf. “And that gives you faith in mankind?”
“Maybe it does,” the elf chuckled. “I’m not sure, but I’m thankful to the Ancients for interactions like these.”
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“You don’t bore me,” the elf grinned. “Maybe that’s what I’m sensing?”
“Maybe,” I muttered.
“Back to why we’re even here at all,” the elf began as he stepped toward the counter. “I’m assuming you don’t know the halfling in our wagon, correct?”
“That’s correct,” I replied.
“And you?” the elf asked Penny.
“I don’t know him,” Penny responded.
“Good.” The elf tapped the counter with his finger. “Any idea where this little rat could’ve gotten the mysterious whiskey?”
“How do you know he’s not just high on some poisonous weed?” I tried to put some doubt in the elf’s mind again.
“Because he told us,” the elf laughed. “That’s why I asked you, are all halflings stupid?”
Fucking twins must’ve over-served someone.
I had no time to scream at them. If the twins wanted to die, then that was their wish. But I told them over and over to be careful with how much they served.
Two. Drink. Limit.
Why does no one listen to me? That will change.
“But he didn’t tell you from where?” I questioned.
“Ah, just when I said you were restoring my faith in the Ancients and mankind, you ask that question,” the elf said as he narrowed his eyes. “If he did, would we be here? Wasting our time talking with you pathetic creatures.”
“I’m just trying to help,” I said again.
“Then help us by sharing any information you might have heard,” Tevian said as he stepped closer to me. “You’re a thief, you’re always sneaking around the streets, right? You hear details no one else would, or maybe, just maybe, you are the one we are after, eh?”
“How could a stupid human like me be what you’re looking for?” I asked.
“Answer my question before I get bored with you,” the elf sneered.