by Sarah Hawke
It was all so demeaning and degrading…and yet my quim was so slick in anticipation I could barely keep my legs still.
“So, what did you tell him back there?” I asked eventually.
“I promised we’d give him a good show,” Aluriel said coyly.
“Meaning what?”
“Meaning I thought we should do something you’d be comfortable with, just to start,” she said. “You know, something we’ve done a bunch of times before.”
“Something you have done a bunch of times before, or something I have done a bunch of times before?”
“Something we have done a bunch of times before.”
“Like what? Shoot some gnolls?”
“Close,” Aluriel said, taking another sip of her drink. “We’re going to fuck.”
My jaw fell open. “What?”
“No time to explain,” she said, gesturing towards the stage with her chin. Cassel had emerged from the back room, and he was beckoning us over.
I shook my head. “But I don’t—”
“Come on,” Aluriel said, grabbing my hand. “It will be just like we’re inside your office.”
“We’re alone when we’re inside my office!”
“Right, so this will be even better.”
She dragged me out to the center of the stage. My heart was fluttering inside my chest, and I almost tripped several times thanks to our nonsensical shoes. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice. All the men in the room had gathered around the edges, most with drinks in their hands.
Aluriel turned towards me and gently wrapped her hands around the back of my neck. She pulled me in close until our lips were nearly touching and whispered to me in Elven. “Just pretend we’re alone for now and do what you’ve done a hundred times before. Trust me, they’ll love it.”
Before I could respond, she leaned in and kissed me. Her tongue effortlessly slipped between my lips, and I closed my eyes and kissed her back. The crowd gathered around us seemed to fade into the background just like she’d promised, and I focused on tasting her breath and lips while my arms clasped around her back.
I wasn’t sure how much had passed when she finally leaned away, but from the rustling and murmurs in the crowd I could tell they were enjoying the show but impatient for more. Aluriel leaned back in and whispered into my ear.
“Lift up my dress,” she said. “Keep them interested.”
I trailed my hands down her back and buttocks until they reached the edges of her short skirt. Another audible gasp shuddered through the room as I lifted the fabric up to her waist and exposed her naked ass and quim. We kissed a second time, and Aluriel’s eyes twinkled in delight.
She loves this. I swear, she’s almost more comfortable here than in the damn forest!
“Now it’s time for a real taste,” she cooed when we separated again. She leaned backwards an inch, then slowly and seductively sank down to her knees in front of me. She pushed up my skirt and delicately removed my thong, revealing my bald quim to the audience. Once she was sure they’d gotten a good look, she leaned in and licked my sweltering folds.
I knew I should have been horrified at the thought of exposing myself to so many leering, strange men, but I was so damn wet I couldn’t think straight. I instinctively lifted my right leg and slung it over her shoulder, leaving the high heel of my shoe dangling in mid-air. My fingers clawed through her hair as I held her more tightly against me.
A soft moan escaped my lips, which all the men seemed to appreciate. A small climax shuddered through me, and I would have lost my balance completely if not for Aluriel’s steadying hand on my back. When I came down and opened my eyes, I noticed that men weren’t just leering anymore—at least half of them had withdrawn their cocks from their trousers and started stroking themselves. My eyes flicked between their throbbing members, and I couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to leap off the stage and kneel before them, scuttling back and forth while I swallowed load after load until I couldn’t even breathe…
A second climax struck me even harder than the first. Aluriel actually leaned away and helped me regain my balance before I completely topped over. Her wet lips glistened with my juices even in the dim light, and she smiled as she helped me sink down onto my knees right in front of her.
“I knew you’d love this,” she said in Elven. “But you had better pace yourself, honey. We’re just getting started…”
She kissed me again, and this time I savored the taste of my own juices on her tongue. I wanted to return the favor so badly I almost pushed her over and crawled between her thighs right then and there, but while we embraced she started unfastening the back of my dress. Once the straps fell from my shoulders she promptly pulled the rest over my head and flung it into the crowd. I returned the favor almost immediately before diving into her chest and suckling at her perky, woof elf nipples.
The crowd started cheering and egging us on more forcefully. Plenty of the men started shouting instructions directly, while others spouted all kinds of derogatory terms from “cunts” to “whores” and everything in between. I should have felt insulted and degraded, but for some reason I didn’t. On the contrary, the more disparaging the insults, the more my quim dripped in anticipation of another climax.
Eventually Aluriel did push me over onto my back, but rather than crawling on top of me directly she spun around and straddled my face. Her tongue returned to my quim as she lowered hers onto my waiting lips. We began feasting upon one another in unison, and I lost myself in the heat of her folds.
It wasn’t until a few minutes later that I realized something else had changed within the crowd. The bard from earlier had returned, though she had ditched her corset and exposed her ample breasts. She was scuttling between the men on her knees, inhaling one cock while she simultaneously stroked two others just like I’d imagined myself doing a few minutes ago.
Another fire burned between my thighs, and even Aluriel’s soft tongue couldn’t quench it. If anything, her ministrations were just making me hotter. She squirmed in delight above me when I plunged my thumb into her folds, but just when I was about to bring her to climax I saw one of the men in the audience push the bard out of the way and stride onto the stage with his cock in hand.
“Look at me, whore!” he said as he grabbed Aluriel’s hair and snapped her head back from my quim. “Look at me…ahhh!”
His cock erupted like a geyser, showering her face with sticky, steaming globs of his seed. I wondered if Aluriel might lash out at him for grabbing onto her like that, but I felt a climax shudder through her body the instant his first volley splashed across her nose. Her athletic thighs clamped around my face so hard it actually hurt, and by the time she came down and allowed me to see again Knight Cassel was dragging the man off the stage.
“N touching!” he scolded. “Not unless you have another fifty silvers!”
Most of the men complained, though a few reached for their coinpurses. I was more fixated upon my friend. I could barely see her from here, but the reflection in the mirror above the bar was enough for me to watch her eyes close in bliss as her tongue frantically lapped up the rivers of white goo trickling down over her lip. Once she had cleaned off everything she could reach, she dove back down to my quim and started licking me with twice the enthusiasm.
Is this really happening? Am I actually doing this?
I shook my head in disbelief. These men were going to treat us like dirty, disposable targets for their seed. I should have been horrified. I should have been furious. And yet with another man lurched onto the stage with his cock in hand, I reflexively opened my mouth and stretched out my tongue when he exploded.
Most of his offering splattered across Aluriel’s ass above me, but the last few jets spackled my cheeks and tongue. It was so hot it almost burned on my skin, and when I rolled a few beads over my tongue I remembered just how much I had missed the taste. Not the bitter, salty flavor, but the power it represented.
It didn’t take long before
the other men started to join in. They stumbled onto the stage one, two, or even three at a time, their hands frantically pumping at their swollen cocks. Some were so excited they couldn’t even make it all the way up before they exploded, though they usually still managed to land a few thin, ropey strands across our writhing bodies. The others approached close enough that they could actually aim, usually at Aluriel’s back or cheeks. A few happily unloaded across her ass and watched with glee as it seeped down her legs and onto my face. I shivered with delight when the viscous beads finally reached my tongue.
“You’re all paid up,” Cassel said. “Better hurry!”
I glanced back to the mirror just in time to watch three more men lunge onto the stage. One by one they grabbed ahold of Aluriel’s hair, jerked back her head, and blasted her face at point-blank range—all while shouting disparaging slurs like cunt, whore, and plenty of others I didn’t even recognize. I couldn’t believe how thoroughly they covered her, and I couldn’t believe how smoothly she dove back down to my quim once they’d finished. She continued fingering and licking me like nothing else was happening around her.
I tried to return the favor but couldn’t match her concentration. My head was spinning, my quim was burning, and I had completely lost the ability to discern reality from fantasy.
“Oh, gods,” I blubbered as another climax swelled inside me. Just before my muscles seized and my thighs clamped around Aluriel’s face, one final onlooker leapt up onto the stage and crouched directly over me.
“Don’t worry, whore,” he said between labored breaths, “I won’t let your sister have all the fun!”
His seed blasted my face in thick, steaming volleys, and by the time he’d finished I could barely even see through the viscous strands over my eyes. A climax hit me like an electric shock. I almost choked Aluriel with my thighs, and I screamed so loudly in delight I would have been mortified if I had any inhibitions left whatsoever. I was dimly aware of the crowd cheering; they howled in disbelief and how hard I was getting off.
The next several minutes were a total blur. I remembered Aluriel helping me up, and I remembered the cheering men slapping our asses and tits while Cassel escorted us into the back room. Eventually Aluriel helped me up onto a table, and she licked the cooling strands of seed from my eyes and lips before she plunged her tongue back into my mouth. The taste of my own juices combined with the lingering seed of a dozen different men was enough to make my quim ignite yet again.
“Escar’s mercy,” Cassel exclaimed as he shut the curtain behind us. “Aluriel was right about you girls!”
Aluriel continued kissing me for what felt like a small eternity before she finally pulled back and smiled. “So you made enough gold, then?”
Cassel grunted. “Are you kidding? We pulled in more business in one night than we usually get in weeks. And once the rumors start to spread…well, I hope you’ll be willing to come back at some point.”
“Maybe,” she said with a coy shrug as she pulled a strand of seed off her nose.
“Do you, uh…do you want me to find a towel?”
“That won’t be necessary. We’re not quite done just yet.”
Aluriel winked at me before she spun around and sank to her knees in front of Cassel. His trousers were bulging, and she made a show of staring up at him and smiling hungrily as she unfastened his belt and worked his impressive cock free. He gasped in delight as her tongue massaged the swollen head, but before she swallowed it completely she glanced back over her shoulder and beckoned me with her eyes.
I practically dove off the table and onto the floor next to her. I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft, savoring the taste and heat while she continued teasing the tip. After a few more seconds I couldn’t take it anymore—I nudged her aside, opened my lips wide, and swallowed him as far as I could.
“Escar’s…something!” Cassel cried out.
I barely paid attention to his words. All I cared about was the throbbing, aching member pressed against the back of my throat. I was woefully out of practice, but right now I didn’t care. I was determined to gorge myself on his manhood until he gave me the reward I so desperately craved.
“I think my sister felt a little left out,” Aluriel said, gently placing her hand on the back of my head. “You should let her know how much she was appreciated.”
Cassel grinned. “Well, that sounds like the chivalrous thing to do, doesn’t it?”
He began to fuck my mouth, slowly at first but then hard enough I had to claw my fingernails into his legs for support. My eyes rolled back deeper into my head with every thrust, and I slid a pair of fingers into my quim as Aluriel egged him on. It wasn’t long before he grabbed a shock of my hair and groaned like he was about to explode, but Aluriel didn’t let him—she quickly pushed him off of me and yanked my lips from his cock.
“Not like that,” she said, her green eyes glittering. “You need to fuck her. Right now!”
Cassel didn’t need any further encouragement. He promptly scooped me up into his arms, slammed me down onto the table, and buried his cock in my quim.
“Oh, gods,” I blubbered. “Fuck me! Fuck me now!”
I had no doubt that every man in the tavern heard my cries of ecstasy. I wouldn’t have been surprised if everyone in the whole damn town had heard me. But for the first time in as long as I could remember, I legitimately didn’t give a damn. I surrendered to the fire in my loins and clamped my legs around his back like a vise. He pounded into me ruthlessly, relentlessly, until I begged him to finish in more languages than he had years.
An overpowering climax shuddered through me long before he flooded my quim with his seed, and by the time my mind returned to my body Aluriel had already knelt between my thighs to lap the dribbles from my folds. Cassel collapsed backwards into the room’s only chair, his forehead covered in sweat and his face as pale as if he’d just fought a hundred orcs.
“Shalassa’s tits,” he said, gasping for air. “You really need to come back sometime.”
“Oh, we will,” Aluriel promised, smiling in delight as she gently kissed my clit. “I guarantee it.”
Epilogue
“We’ve scoured the forest back and forth, General. There aren’t any gnolls within a week’s march of Highwind.”
“Good,” I said, nodding and sweeping my eyes over Vander and his squad. “You’ve done well, Captain. Go ahead and round up the horses and return to the city. We’ll start refocusing our efforts back to the Shattered Peaks next week.”
Vander’s brow creased. “Next week, my lady? But this week has only just begun.”
“I know. You’ve all earned a bit of time off. Organize a rotation with your squad—leave two rangers here in the outpost at all times, but the rest can stay home and relax for a few days.”
A palpable aura of joy rippled through the men and women of his squad, and he smiled and nodded appreciatively. “Thank you, General.”
“Go on and get moving,” I said. “Meet me in my office tomorrow morning with a rotation schedule.”
His rangers practically skipped away with joy. I grunted but remained standing by the fire, my eyes lost in its flickering embers.
“You’d better be careful or they might actually start liking you,” Aluriel teased once the others were out of earshot. “By your old logic, that means they’ll stop respecting you, too.”
“The logic is still sound. I’m their commander, not their friend.”
“I see. And here I thought you’d had some kind of epiphany after Riverbend.”
I smiled despite myself. Nearly two weeks had passed since our adventures in the tavern, and Knight-Captain Cassel had already sent Aluriel two letters begging her to have her “friends” return for a repeat performance. He had guaranteed a hundred silvers a head up front—an astonishing amount of money for a town with a few thousand people, and considerably more than the Highwind Council paid me for a day’s work.
The fact I had quite literally whored myself out should
have mortified me, but it didn’t. The coin was certainly nice, and Aluriel promised we could make a hundred times as much here in the city…but I’d barely spent a second thinking about the money. On the other hand, I had spent numerous hours every single night since our return fingering myself while remembering how good it had felt to let myself go for once.
“Lieutenant Vander and his men are going to have a lot of time on their hands this week,” I said. “I thought you might be able to arrange something fun.”
Aluriel grinned, an impish twinkle in her eye. “I’m sure I can think of something. But you just said you want to be their commander, not their friend.”
“Ranger-General Serrane needs to be their commander,” I said, “but I hear that two raven-haired elf twins were just spotted in the city. Perhaps Faewyn and Laryssa can find a way to raise our men’s spirits somehow.”
“Perhaps. They’re pretty clever, those girls. And I hear they’re willing to try just about anything.”
“Yeah,” I said, smiling back. “I think they finally are.”
Knightfall
Chapter One
The North burned. Two days had passed since the Roskarim horde had broken upon the walls of Icewatch, but the barbarian army still hadn’t scattered the way I’d hoped. Some of the tribes had begun fighting one another over who should take the blame for their failure, and a few had dispersed into the mountains. But there were still thousands of armed, angry men out in here in the White Ridge, and I had no doubt in my mind that sooner or later they would muster the courage to attack once again.
And when they did, every single man, woman, and child in Icewatch was going to die.
I grimaced as I slowly nocked an arrow and peered down at the Roskarim wolf rider beneath my cliffside perch. I held my breath as I took aim, knowing full well that the other five barbarian warriors around my target would charge my position the instant I fired. I mentally mapped out my plan of attack: I would take the two on the right first, and with luck I would be able to draw my sword before the rest could maneuver up the ridge…