by Eden Redd
The Foxfire Inn glowed like a supernatural horror hotel. It was at the end of a cul-de-sac, surrounded by many buildings featuring writhing bodies. Thorrin walked on as he drank in the bent spires and crumbling wood establishment. The sound of the rushing river could be heard behind the building and the lanterns in the street glowed with colored lights against moving paintings. A porch lined the front and several male and female patrons were locked in various forms of kissing and seductive touching. Women from the nearby balconies whined as Thorrin moved to the small set of stairs and began his climb to the inn.
At first, the paladin thought the inn was just dark but as he reached the top of the stairs, he realized it wasn’t the case. The wood was actually black and gave the old building an appearance as a dwelling the Munster’s would reside in. Some of the couples on the porch broke their embraces to eye the strong, blonde man who glanced at them before stepping to the front doors. Some whispered for him to join them but the stranger passed with a small smile before pushing the door.
The door swung back to reveal a large room filled with plush crimson furniture. The walls were also red with flower designs. A small podium stood and a thin man looked up. Thorrin ignored the wicked smile of the maitre d’ as he walked up. The man fixed his collar and gave the stranger a once over before parting his lips.
“Welcome to the Foxfire Inn. Will you be staying with us for an hour or several nights?”
“Staying the night,” Thorrin said with a blank expression.
“Very good, please walk through the doors here to the main room. I will bring a key to you shortly. Enjoy what the inn has to offer and ask if you require anything to…satisfy your desires. Nothing is taboo in the Foxfire Inn.”
Thorrin nodded and walked to another set of dark doors. Pushing against one, the door silently moved away and the paladin took in the debauchery. A stage stood to one side while people in costumes performed. Dwarfs rolled and batted at one another while actors in heavy makeup put on a play. Bodices were ripped off and mouths formed O’s in mock surprise. Music played on violins and piano as the entertainers continued to frolic in their comedy. The rest of the room was subdued as tables dotted the landscape and plush booths lined the walls. A spiral staircase led up to a second floor and doors lined every edge. The player stepped in as people from all races talked, kissed and caressed. Some booths contained people talking. In others, Thorrin heard the groans of lust. Men laughed and groaned as women were on their knees under the tables, their heads bobbing.
A railing ran around the second floor and patrons chased each other. Some doors on the second floor were open to the moans and cries of pleasure. Thorrin tilted his head back down to the main room as topless women and men served drinks. Not wanting to gawk, the paladin moved to an empty booth and sat down. Relaxing into the comfortable seat, he turned his gaze across the room, noting the exits.
Thorrin had seen many places with abandoned morals. He never thought it bad, but it didn’t mesh well with his romantic ideals. The Foxfire Inn on the other hand screamed sex in whatever form one desired. The player guessed, for a few gold pieces you could get anything you wanted. Thinking back to what Father Abel said about the Bone Queen, he assumed many here were paying customers or indentured servants. Thorrin made a promise to himself that if he came across anyone who wanted to get away, he would help them get out.
The paladin kept to the shadows of the booth as he looked to the crowd once again. Wine and ale flowed as the music played with indifferent ease. A hooded figure across the room sat motionless. Thorrin glanced at them and looked away, unsure if they were eyeing him or not. The strong scent of incense filled the entire area and Thorrin found his nose wrinkling to it. The inn was an assault to the senses and the player pushed it all away so he could focus on the quest at hand. The troll master may be here in this building or in one of the surrounding ones. Thorrin prepared to scout around when a woman strolled up to his booth.
The paladin looked up to see a thin woman in a leather body suit. She gave a twisted smile as she leaned against the table edge along her thighs, pale cleavage showing in the dim light. Thorrin eyed her for a moment, noticing the straight long hair, thin eyes and wicked grin. Her body was covered in leather except for a triangular cut on her chest, exposing her cleavage. She maintained her strange gaze for a long moment before sliding into the same side Thorrin sat. Draping her body on his, she eyed him with an amused stare.
“New in town?” The woman asked in a seductive whisper.
Thorrin nodded, “Yes. I heard of Moon Haven and wanted to visit before I make my way south.”
The woman’s grin grew broader, showing pearly white teeth, “My name is Sybil, Pleased to meet you.”
Thorrin remained motionless as her hand moved to his crotch. The erection from earlier didn’t weaken and now the weird woman was stroking a finger along the raised leather covering his manhood.
“Rin,” Thorrin said simply.
“Nice name if it that truly is your name. To be honest, your name could be dog food and I would still love those strong arms to hold me down,” Sybil licked her lips before her eyes glanced down. “Nice hammer. Do you use it often?”
“Only when I need too,” Thorrin grinned.
Sybil let out a giggle, “That’s good to hear because I can feel your need to swing it about. Oh and the hammer on your belt is nice too.”
Sybil ran her fingers over his straining manhood under the table, her eyes staring at Thorrin like she was going to eat him, “What’s your feast?”
“Feast?”
Sybil nodded, “What do you like to partake in, orgies, threesomes, whips, chains, tits, ass, cock, pussy, fucking until it hurts or do you like to do the hurting?”
Thorrin thought back to his story, “I like to punish. I like to hurt and make them beg. I have discreet tastes and I heard that the Foxfire likes to cater to those tastes.”
Sybil let out another giggle before snuggling closer, “We have many ladies and men that will cater to your needs. That is why I’m here, to help you find what you want. Discretion is key and we look to please our clients so they keep coming back. Tell me, Rin, what makes you hard besides my magical touch?”
Thorrin was silent for a moment, trying to bring an appearance that he was struggling internally to speak to his mind. Sybil waited patiently as her hand caressed and fondled him, pushing her B cup breasts against his chest. The player dug deep, touching the pretend darkness in his heart.
“Hate……I like to make those I hate feel my power,” Thorrin said with a dark edge.
Sybil kept her crazy smile, “OOOoooo I know what you like but tell me more so I can craft the experience to your liking.”
Thorrin returned her crazy smile with his own, “I want to beat them down until they beg me to stop. I want them to feel every inch as I fuck them while they shed tears. Do you think the inn can supply me with what I desire?”
Sybil’s eyes glowed with excitement, “Oh I think we can have that arranged. You seem fun, I would love to watch you work but we can talk about that soon. What kind of innocent would you like to punish? A slave? Elf? Orc? Maybe a young virgin?”
Thorrin’s brow formed a V, “A male troll.”
Sybil’s eyes kept their wide stare but her smile faded slightly, “Judging from my touch, I didn’t think you liked men. You look like someone who prefers punishing the fairer sex.”
Thorrin gave a dark grin, “It’s the reason I’m going south. Trolls killed my family and I want to hurt every last one of them. I tortured one a few months back and it made me harder than I had ever been in my life. Before I snuffed out his light, I punished him over and over until he begged me to stop. I told him I would stop and slammed my hammer against the back of his head with my cock still buried in him.”
Thorrin felt awful talking like that. He knew deep down he had to come up with a believable story, anything to help aid him in finding the troll master. During his travels he heard all sorts of stories and pe
rversions. The one he wove felt like it could work with the tensions between the trolls and every other race across Lukken. Holding his breath, he watched Sybil and waited for her reaction.
Sybil’s smile slowly came back, “My my, you are looking for something to ease the pain. What a stroke of luck you came to us here in the Foxfire Inn. We may have the very thing you’re heart desires.”
Six
The mood of the main room shifted as the performers left the stage. Thorrin followed Sybil as she led the way. Passing tables, the paladin looked down to see patrons taking hold of some of the wait staff and fondling them to giggles and coos. Other patrons pulled out small sacks and dumped fairy dust on the tables. The paladin looked to them for a moment before returning his gaze to Sybil’s back. The entire room seemed to ignite into the flames of lust and passion, the paladin feeling the familiar need to cleanse all of it. He was no prude but the debauchery had an evil taint to it that stained his soul.
Sybil moved to the spiral staircase and began her ascent. Thorrin followed as snorting sounds and moans mixed with the music of violins and piano. Inner conflict clouded his heart as he knew his purpose. The Sphere of Light was not affected by debauchery but he remained watchful for anyone being taken against their will. As far as he could see and hear, all parties were consenting but he couldn’t fully understand why it left a bad taste in his mouth.
Reaching the second floor, a rather large man in a robe waited at the top. Thorrin looked up to the seven foot human with wide shoulders and face carved out of hard granite. Sybil turned to Thorrin just as he reached the top. The large ox of a man stood with a giant hand out and darkness under his eyes.
“What I have to show you is very special. We cannot risk anything happening that may jeopardize clients or those servicing the clients. For everyone’s safety, I will have to ask you to hand over your hammer to Rocky until the details of our arrangement are worked out. You understand?” Sybil grinned.
Thorrin hesitated as he looked from Sybil to Rocky. The giant man kept his stony expression and his palm out. The paladin had no other weapons then his hammer and his abilities. Not wanting to raise suspicion, the player unhooked the hammer from his belt and handed it over. Thorrin knew it couldn’t be used against him unless he gifted or sold it but he also knew that without it, he was at a severe disadvantage. Feeling that he was close to finding the troll master, the paladin let go of his hammer and let his hand drop to his side.
Sybil bowed her head, “Now we can continue.”
Rocky turned and rested his back against a wall between two doors, hammer in hand. Sybil turned and began walking along the balcony edge over looking the main room. Thorrin followed, glancing over the side to see woman on tables with their legs spread and men of different races taking any hole they could invade. Some of the male staff were bent over a table or two, groaning as players and NPC’s seemed to be enjoying themselves. Fairy dust covered bouncing breasts and muffled moans clouded the very air.
The doors lined along the wall were closed, ajar or wide open. Thorrin couldn’t help but turn his head and glance in as he followed Sybil. In one, a couple was engaged, the woman looking out the door moaning as her partner took her from behind. She gave a naughty smile and moaned louder as Thorrin walked past. Another door was open as female elves took turns snorting fairy dust off a human male’s erect cock. He looked down and relished them as they snorted, then suckled at the end of his cock.
Thorrin averted his eyes until they passed another door wide open. Looking in, a woman was pinned to a wall while three naked men surrounded her. Her eyes were dead as one man moved his hips between her parted thighs. The two men to the sides stroked themselves and giggled, waiting their turn. The woman looked away, her face a blank mask of indifference as she trembled to the man invading her, soft black hair bouncing along her cheeks to each powerful thrust.
The paladin looked away and a stab of regret penetrated his heart. He wanted nothing more than to march in and rip those men off of her. Hand reaching for his hammer, eyes looked away and fingers curled into a fist. He couldn’t start anything when he was so close.
Sybil reached a door and opened it. Beyond it was a staircase going up. Thorrin glanced back down at the main room as a barbarian woman forced herself on one of the male wait staff. Turning back, he watched as Sybil took each step upwards into the darkness. The paladin followed, ignoring the open doors and main room, hoping the quest was nearly at an end.
At the top of the stairs were two men sitting on wooden seats and an iron door. A small table was to the side with several half full liquor bottles and nearly empty glasses. The men looked to Sybil and their gaze fell immediately to the floor. One got up, pulled out an iron key and fit it into the lock, waiting for a signal from the woman in leather.
“What you will see is but a taste of what can be offered. We can work out the price if it is to your liking. If you spend enough gold, I will be sure to send up anything you need,” Sybil smirked before turning to the guard and nodding her head.
The guard twisted the key in the lock. Metal shifted and something slid out of place. The door opened and Sybil pushed it open. Stepping in, Thorrin followed and took in his surroundings.
The room was bare except for a locked chest and small lantern to one side of the room with two chained figures on the opposite wall. Hoods covered their heads as metal links shifted. One was a large blue body. He was shirtless and only wore simple leggings. His feet were bare as black clawed toes shined in the dim lantern light. The other figure was female, wearing only a furry two piece. Her blue cleavage bounced as she stirred and tried to look around. The door slammed shut behind them and Sybil stepped to the middle of the room, facing the two prisoners.
“What we have here are two trolls who wandered much too close to Moon Haven. It took a little time for them to talk but the big one gave up all of his secrets when we threaten to slice open his companion, isn’t that right,” Sybil said as he reached up and pulled the hood off the male.
Thorrin kept his eyes neutral as he gazed upon the battered face of Nugan. From Talisa’s description, it was unmistakable. The troll master’s eyes gave off a calm grace even with his bruised face, short gray dreadlocks spilling to the sides. Sybil jammed her hand under his pointed chin and clasped her fingers to his face, giving him a rough shake before letting him go. Thorrin’s fingers flexed but they stayed at his sides.
“I understand he looks a little worse for wear but we have clerics that can fix him up before you take him. Does he meet your approval?”
Thorrin gave a grim nod.
Sybil eyed him and then turned back to the troll, “We should talk business before we set up your appointment.”
“How much?” Thorrin asked in a dark tone.
Sybil turned her eyes back to the troll, “He is special. Gold would not be enough for what you want to do to him.”
The woman in leather turned and gazed directly into Thorrin’s eyes, “That hammer of yours seems special. I recognized the runes along the bands as a strong lightning enchantment. To make a weapon that strong, you must have spent some considerable time on it. My mistress would be pleased if we took your hammer as payment. Of course we would supply you with a new hammer to take out your frustrations on our dear master here. We would ask for you not to kill him but we understand that these things happen. If he died, we would require a bonus payment of ten thousand gold to cover raising him back to life.”
“Sounds fair, I’ll pay that upfront,” Thorrin said as he returned Sybil’s gaze.
The woman let out a giggle before she stood up straighter, “It seems we have an accord. We will have to go downstairs and finalize the transaction before sending the clerics up.”
Sybil moved to the female troll and took hold of her hood, “Since you are paying upfront, I don’t see why we wouldn’t throw in this gem as extra.”
Thorrin watched as Sybil’s fingers curled into the hood fabric and pulled. The paladin’s eyes widened.
Pink hair fell to one side as the female troll looked up with fear in her eyes. Half of her head was shaven the other half had long flowing pink hair. Eyes darted around as she looked to Sybil and then to Thorrin. Eyes watered as if she was prepared to beg for her life but her lips sealed shut and she whimpered.
Sybil looked to Thorrin’s shock and smiled, “She’s a rare one too, a pink haired troll with a fantastic body. You could let her watch while you work or take both of them. Either way I’m sure you will get everything you want from them.”
Thorrin could do nothing but nod, eyes on the two trolls.
“Excellent. Let’s go downstairs and finalize everything so the clerics can work,” Sybil laughed.
Thorrin’s eyes lingered on the two trolls as Sybil turned to the door. As it opened, the troll master gave the paladin a long sad stare. Thorrin wanted to mouth something to set him at ease but couldn’t risk it. Turning away, he followed Sybil through the door and down the stairs.
Sybil was humming as they climbed down to the second floor and onto the railed balcony. Thorrin looked down at the main room as bodies entwined and moans vibrated in the open air. Two robed figures sat off to the side, enjoying the show as the tables in the middle filled with writhing bodies.
The woman in tight leather walked to the spiral staircase and began her descent. Thorrin was about ten feet behind her, a shadow caressing his spirit. Stepping down, he took in the main room and noted four men. Three stood at each corner while the fourth, Rocky the ox in the robe, stood by the entrance with Thorrin’s hammer hanging from his belt. With quick glances, the paladin saw two of the men in black were thin and wiry while the third stood off in a dark corner, his hair a Mohawk and a thick beard covering his chin. They all wore black light armor but their eyes held darkness under them.