The Lady’s Hand (A Dickings & Dalliances Adventure) - (Closed Except By Invitation)

[Nouh_Bdee]

As his fingers sunk into Arx’s pillowy tits, the nobleman’s eyes widened in shock before narrowing in desire. “Oh, dear,” he crooned. “Perhaps they are.” He squeezed and kneaded the soft, pliant flesh. “That, or this is no illusion after all.”

His eyes flicked up to Arx’s. “A shapeshifter of some kind, then?”

Salira pouted when Grastik refused her advances, but quickly recovered, grabbing a clean cloth, dampening it in the warm water, and wringing it out. She slipped silently and gracefully out of the tub, and slithered next to the cleric. “AT LEAST LET ME FRESHEN YOU UP A BIT,” she tried to purr seductively, but it came out much too loud. If he let her, she would wipe down what little exposed skin there was of his, and then reach under his clothing to clean his underarms and groin, and any other areas where a scent might give away his unbathed state. She wouldn’t push it, though, if he refused her or stayed her hand.

“Ah, yes, of course,” stammered the nobleman, his attention, unlike his hands, ripped away from Arx’s chest by Grastik’s impatience. “I don’t want to delay you any longer than necessary.” He finally removed his hands from the shapeshifter’s tits, unable to speak smoothly without using them for gestures. “In summation, you’ll go to Eleg Pegulet’s clothier shop, and then on to Tulips. There’s a reservation under the name Verigge. It’s an alias, but it’s paid for and they’ll put you in a room with Mellavia. That’s the name she’s using. Find a way to get the location of the Rear Temple of Oklut out of her, and return with my Phallus.” He leaned back, clearly pleased with himself. “I thank you for your patience,” he said to all of them, looking mostly at Grastik. “I remain at your service for any questions that may linger…”

 

[justspitballing]

Sprite got up from where she sat. She could not ignore the fact that it seemed like Grastik was still trying to protect her, as if she was the lesser being. He was clearly trying to get them all out of there quickly, but Sprite did not need his protection. It was insulting to say the least. None the less, her arousal was on the slight side and Grastik had just killed it without much effort at all. Bravo, good knight, bravo.

She walked over to the rest of the group. “Please, don’t take any insult from Grastik here. You would think, him being a healer for this fine establishment, he would be able to handle himself around others, but one can always be surprised. After all, I am the one to act as guard and protector and hurry things along if needed, or at least that should be the case,” Sprite said, showing off some of her anger towards Grastik. He had made her look like a fool in all his efforts to protect her and she couldn’t really hide her annoyance anymore.

“Grastik, if you wish to get started then I am very much for that. I’m sure Arx can find all the needed places just fine. You can let them be for now if they wish to ‘wash’ some more, it’s not going to kill you, but I can wish,” Sprite went on and then walked out of the bathing area.

She could tell she was not needed for any kind of protection right now and was to annoyed to put up with Grastik any longer. If he did fallow it would give her the perfect chance to give him a good thrashing. She walked outside of Sword & Sheaths and headed straight to get her new garments.

 

[Poprockz]

The shapeshifter nodded at her wealthy benefactor and was about to open her mouth for either a compliment or a further explanation when Grastik intervened. She frowned slightly, her lips pouting a bit as the orc grumbled aggressively about "wasting time." It seemed a bit excessive, especially since it wasn't like they had been in the bathing room for very long. Besides, the whole point of being at a brothel was to enjoy the company of a fine partner, yet this man had declined every opportunity to engage in lewd acts to the point where he seemed to regard the rest of them with disdain for doing so themselves. Why was he even at Swords and Sheathes?

He looked to be an orc of some faith, so perhaps he had been there to bless some of the prostitutes. While it did occur to Arx that it was also possible he was there to preach about the sin of lying with another outside the sanctity of marriage, he didn't think the bartender was the type to allow that sort of thing and would have had Grastik tossed out on his ass by the battle-eager harpy.

Speaking of which,

When the two hands upon her breasts retreated, she crossed her arms against her chest and watched as the harpy joined the conversation. It seemed that Arx wasn't the only one annoyed by essentially being told to "hurry it up," though she sensed that Sprite might have different reasons for being so. She assumed that the fiery-feathered woman had a lot of pride and didn't like being told what to do, but it could have been a bit deeper than that since they seemed to be familiar with each other.

So he was a healer? Interesting. It made sense; healers were often a bit of a buzzkill. It seemed rather strange to have an orc healer, though she supposed they couldn't all be fighters or craftsman.

When the stomping had receded down the hallway, Arx sighed and lifted herself up from the bench. Perhaps she would wait until she got back to fuck the noble. Five days on a tough trip without anything more than her hands was bound to make her in need of a good stress-reliever.

"Well. I suppose that's that then." With that, she picked up her bag, winked at the noble over her shoulder, and purposefully walked out of the room toward the clothes shop he mentioned. Though... she wasn't quite sure where that was.

 

[WeaverofWorlds]

He found the sparking of his annoyance at the rather typical response from harpy, though it was quickly released in another extended sigh. It was typical, he supposed, to have to deal with aggression and annoyance of others, even if he wasn't exactly the most suited to handling it. His brothers and sisters had more patience for distractions, or at the very least more patience at dealing with uppity nobles and their ideas of exploration and general disinterest in the lower castes. But regardless, causing problems was hardly of any great issue, and he'd long grown used to be seen as somewhat lacking in the usual social niceties, at least among those he cared little for.

Salira was, if nothing else, keen to see to the particulars of her profession, and Grastik couldn't fault her for that, despite the necessity of keeping focused rather than sinking into the pleasures of a soft woman. Call it strange for a half-orc, but ceding control of himself to base instinct wasn't quite what he needed right now, and it was only less appealing because the snake-woman was effectively yelling at him. Still, the situation drew a chuckle from him, a hand coming up to pat the woman upon the head and instead gestures towards the noble. Salira still had the man at her tender mercies, and he was sure she'd find plenty of ways to milk him of coin, pun intended. With no way to speak with her, however, he could do literal more than that. He gave the noble a brief nod before stepping out of the room himself, stride purposeful if only because he knew the route he needed to take to reach his destination.

Exiting the Sheathe out onto the street, he paused, eyes narrowing as he found the normal bustle of the street quieting in the face of something, or someone, he really should have expected given their temperament.

 

[justspitballing]

Sprite was stopped in her pace to get her new clothing by Arx leaving the Sword & Sheaths. It did dawn on her that Arx would likely have no idea where to go at this point so she did turn around and head back, if only to show them that the people of this town were better than Grastik suggested.

“The Clothing store is but three blocks down, straight ahead of you. You’ll be just fine getting there,” Sprite said as she returned, only to see Grastik himself walk out of the building.

“But if you want to see a good show, you really shouldn’t walk to far,” Sprite went on as she saw him exit.

Sprite approached the half-orc. Picking a fight with him now was very foolish, he was very much needed for the quest at hand, but Sprite was beyond caring. She also was very confident that no town guard would step in to try and stop her. The town guard did know and respect her, and none of them wanted to be on her bad side. Besides, she couldn’t see this fight going on very long.

“If you think you can do my job and act as my protection instead of the other way around Grastik, then let’s see if you are actually that capable,” Sprite sneered. She drew her great axe. She would do her best to hit him with the handle and not the blade, but her rage was already over taking her.

“I am no child. Protect yourself now!” she flew up into the sky, the anger pushing her body, and moved right for him.

 

[Poprockz]

While Arx greatly appreciated the directions to the clothing store, she had to admit that the addition of "you'll be just fine getting there" sounded a tad condescending in her opinion. While it was true that she sometimes got lost in unfamiliar places, she was generally good at taking directions and asking if she needed any additional help. That being said, she felt a small twinge of annoyance but simply smiled and nodded. Arx didn't want to get on her bad side just like anyone else, and was more interested in getting to the clothes store rather than watch her other temporary teammates squabble and brawl.

With Sprite's attention on Grastik, Arx simply trotted along to the shop. As the harpy said, it wasn't far and she was soon walking in the door with the bell jingling behind her.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The bells attached to the door let out a clear tink that quickly reached Eleg Pegulet’s ears. Arx would hear a low, booming, gruff voice call out from another area of the shop around the corner.

“Welcome to Royal, dear! Feel more than free to peruse…I’ll be with you in just a moment.”

The clothing on offer was all obviously very high quality, but ranged in both price and in how avant-garde the design. Being located about half-way between Swords & Sheathes and Tulip, as well as close to Sipples’, an overpriced tavern to the west, Eleg Pegulet’s boutique displayed both tasteful and traditional clothing as well as risque, hard-to-classify articles. There were coats with sleeves much larger than the rest of the coat, pants that were clearly designed to highlight a crotch bulge, dresses intended to cover at most one breast, suits of armor that covered little more than nipples and slit, and suits of armor that dutifully covered everything but nipples and slit. There was even one suit of flexible leather armor equipped with either a false phallus, or an elaborate cocksleeve.

The traditional clothing selection was extensive, but barely bears mentioning. The higher-end pieces were all as different from each other as they were from the rest, but one thing they had in common was the heavy implication of sexuality. The dress that Eleg himself was wearing was no exception. Quickly walking past Arx and out of the building was a curvy, dark-skinned human woman in a form-fitting, masculine suit, and sauntering out behind her was likely the widest orc Arx had ever seen. It was unclear how Eleg could fit through his own doorway. His thick stone wall of a chest was bare, his sequined blue cocktail dress’s neckline so deep that it only came in from his sides halfway down his explicitly defined abs. The thin shoulder straps stretched up over massive shoulders, revealing bulging arms as thick as most peoples’ waists. The lower part of his dress hung close to his tree-trunk legs, suggesting a wilting bulge that seemed revitalized as he laid eyes on Arx.

His silky, black hair was done up in a topknot that came back down to tickle his shoulders, framing a handsome face with thick, symmetrical tusks. He stepped close to Arx, towering over her, and said in that same gruff voice, that now took on a lyrical timbre: “What can I do for you, my dear?”

 

[Poprockz]

She wandered in and began to casually look through some of the light armor. The place looked pretty snazzy to her eyes, with the proper balance of high-class and erotic. It was as though a brothel had opened a shop catering both to courtesans, adventurers, and those who really wanted to spice up their bedroom. Perhaps there was someone in town at that very moment pretending to be the frail cleric beset by the ravenous orc.

Speaking of which, Arx's eyebrows went up as she slowly looked up the wall of flesh until she reached Eleg's eyes. Obviously, he had been seeing to the other client very attentively before she arrived, and had lost none of his vigor. She had to admit his stature was both intimidating and highly arousing, not to mention the fact that the dress itself was very attractive in her eyes.

"Well aren't you a sexy mountain of a man with impeccable taste!" Arx grinned, putting her hands on her hips and leaning back slightly as though almost taken aback by how good-looking she found him. "Makes me think you'll have exactly what I'm looking for. I want some light armor that's sexy with dark color tones."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Eleg’s lips parted in a hungry smile, and he tossed his head back, one thick-fingered hand running through his jet-black hair. “Of course, baby. Never trust a skinny chef or an ugly clothier, right?” He leaned down, way down, his hot breath dancing over Arx’s cheek. “And I guarantee you’ll leave here satisfied.” He held his chin in one hand, studying Arx for a moment, biting a dark green lip with those thick teeth.

“This way,” he purred, turning and walking to another area of the store. “Although do let me know if anything in particular catches your eye.” Here was a larger concentration of gear meant for adventurers. Eleg reached up and pulled one down. It looked like a pile of dark leather straps, the shape of it unclear. “This would be a fine choice, and it would look magnificent on a beauty like you.” Was he buttering up a customer, or flirting with a potential fling? Both? Did it matter?

He reached up and grabbed another. This one looked like a similarly undefined pile of chain mail. A third outfit was made of dark leather like the first, but this one had slim, form-fitting pants below a tight bustier, with straps that would reach up to frame the wearer’s breasts before attaching to the shoulder straps.

“Let me pull over a mannequin…unless you’d like to model? I’ll have to adjust them to fit while they’re on, of course.”

 

[Poprockz]

Arx chuckled at his response to her compliment, and she couldn't agree more with his comment. An attractive clothier indeed was good advertising in of itself. She'd known a few skinny chefs in her time, but both had ended up being real dicks, one of which trying to poison her, the slimy bastard. Perhaps they were skinny because they were hungry for something darker than food.

The hot breath upon her face was like a warm summer breeze, if that breeze smelled oddly of cinnamon and made her horny as hell. It made her want to feel it on the nape of her neck among other places. There was no doubt in her mind that the orc was coming on to her, and she didn't mind one bit. In fact, she thought to herself that it might be a fun way to pass some time while she waited for the others, especially if she got some hands-on service.

She followed him through, glancing around as he spoke to see if there was anything interesting that made itself known. The leather strips were nice, but they seemed to lack the style she was looking for, as did the chain mail. The pants and top were more toward her goals, but she still wasn't satisfied.

"Hmm..." she replied to his comment about the mannequin, taking a few steps toward a rack that had caught her attention. Reaching in, she pulled out two outfits and showed it off to him.

"While I appreciate your other suggestions, I think my heart is torn between these two. I'll trust your... expert hands to make them the perfect fit though." Her smile was quite suggestive as she sauntered over to him.

(Picture this but with shades of black and green)

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Outfit 2:
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[Nouh_Bdee]

Eleg appraised Arx’s selection thoughtfully, tossing aside his other choices. The first, an elegant and trendy gown with a long skirt, open in the front to show plenty of thigh, cleavage, and tummy, as well as an open back, was an inspired choice. The second would make her look like the world’s sexiest thief, with a dark leather cloak, and armor to cover legs, arms, tits, and crotch, and not much else. It made Eleg wonder if Arx was one of the folks set up for that special line of credit that night. But she didn’t match the description he’d been given.

“You have quite the eye, Lovely,” he crooned. “I’d love to take you back for a fitting, but I need to get the business end out of the way first.” A frown momentarily marred his beautiful face. “You’ll be able to pay for these, right, Gorgeous?”

 

[Poprockz]

“Of course.” She replied, tucking the two armor sets over her arm and popping her hip out slightly. “There should be a line of credit set up by…” Her eyebrows scrunched a bit when she realized he hadn’t actually told them his name. All he had said was the alias to use at Tulips, but perhaps that was what she needed here too.

“Verigge. He’s a noble, kind of eccentric. Has a decent-sized package and a love of good tits.” She shrugged. Otherwise, all I’ve got is about 50 gold to lay down.”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Eleg smiled in relief. "Ah, yes. Wonderful! There is one slight discrepancy I need to go over with you, however." He leaned forward, close enough to smell the soap Salira had rubbed all over Arx. "The line of credit was for one outfit per adventurer." He looked back at the two outfits. "But these are such wonderful choices for you. They would showcase your already delectable figure exquisitely. Why don't you come with me into the back and we'll see if we can work out some sort of discount for you? I'd hate to see either of these pieces on anyone else's body..."

With that, he turned and walked towards a door marked "Private Dressing Rooms", assuming Arx would follow.

 

[Poprockz]

Her face pouted slightly in disappointment when it was mentioned that the allowance was only for one. Of course she hadn’t assumed that she could spend extravagantly in here, but two outfits had seemed like a reasonable ask. With a sigh, she had already begun to try to decide which she liked better and which would be left on a rack, but the mention of a possible discount made her perk up considerably.

As a shapeshifter, she had always taken a great interest in clothes and finding things that fit well. So often she would have to wear outfits that chafed slightly due to a transformation of proportions that she would find great comfort in things that were snug and comfortable, even if they were temporary.

With a renewed sense of hope and excitement, she followed him into the room with her two prizes.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Once Arx had followed Eleg through the door, down the hall, and into a private dressing room small enough that the orc’s massive frame took up most of the space, he closed the door behind her. It was almost unavoidable that he loom over her in the cramped room, but either way he wasn’t interested in avoiding it.

“Here’s what’s about to happen, my lovely,” he growled. “I’m going to give you a discount, and you’re going to leave here with both of these pieces, you work of art.” His eyes crawled down her body, his voice much rougher and more stern than it had been outside. “Maybe the second one will be free. Maybe it’ll cost you, say, 50 gold. I haven’t decided yet. This is your chance to convince me.” He licked his tusks. “Now strip before I rip those rags off you.”

 

[Poprockz]

She had to admit that she very much liked the way he complimented her. The aggressive nature in which he towered above and growled his praise made her want to shiver, her pussy already moistening for him. His commanding tone too... this was going to be the most fun discount she had ever gotten.

Reaching down, she obliged his request, lifting her skirts and pulling it over her head. Because of this, for a brief moment her face was out of sight of the giant orc clothier. "Wildest Dream," she mouthed silently, invoking the spell upon him. If 50 gold was at stake, he could bet his ass that she was going to do everything in her power to make sure that by the end he would happily wave off the double-purchase.

When her eyes became visible once more, she looked at him and received a revelation due to the spell's insight. A smirk came to her lips and she dropped her dress to the ground. The redhead was naked, not having slipped on a bra nor panties at the brothel. She supposed that she likely wouldn't need them after getting her armor, as most had breast-support, and she quite liked the airiness of not wearing anything between her legs. It felt like her own little secret, most being none-the-wiser to her discreet display of indecency.

Before he could do anything though, she held up a finger as though to make him pause for a moment. "You know, it just occurred to me that your window display is missing something important."

The changeling turned away from him toward the door, opening it before looking back at him. "Me."

With that, she curled her finger a couple times to indicate that she wanted him to follow her out before sashaying away toward the front of the shop. As she moved, her hips swayed, her small but plump ass swaying with it while her large breasts jiggled. It was the body of a noble she once knew, a woman who had no real idea about anything beyond luxury and comfort. Thus, her skin was softer than a flower petal, her hair glossy and vibrant.

When she reached the front, she moved the mannequin off the window display and set it down nearby, turning to him and giving him a lustful look. "Call me petty, but I want them to be jealous when you're fucking me with that big orc cock of yours."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

“You’re sure you won’t mind if people see?” he asked as they walked toward the front of the currently empty store, trying to sound reluctant at the same time that his heart was racing with the thrill of being seen. Eleg moved the other mannequin out of the way started slipping one of his shoulder straps down his thick arm.

“They would be jealous, wouldn’t they?” he said as he slipped off the other shoulder strap, sensuously pushing his dress down to pool at his pedicured feet. “Not everyone gets to experience a cock like this.”

He hefted the organ in question in one hand, his massive grip almost making his cock look normal-sized. In truth, it was anything but. It was monstrous. The length of Arx’s current forearm and nearly twice as thick, and it wasn’t even fully hard yet, it looked impressive even on his hulking frame.

His pulse quickened at the idea of being on display, but he still wanted Arx to know her place. “This the big orc cock you want?” He wiggled it in her direction. “You want this big green cock splitting you open?” He let it drop, smiling at the loud slapping sound it made as it hit his hard thigh. “Then prove it. Show me how much you want this green orc cock. Get it ready for that tight pussy of yours.” He kicked his dress behind himself, and waited for Arx to worship his beast of a cock. “Nice and wet.”

 

[Poprockz]

Her head tipped down and her eyes widened. Sure, she knew his cock would be big, but that was a monstrous cock right there. When he mentioned it splitting her open, she wasn't sure she would be surprised if it did. One of the benefits of being a changeling though was that her internal organs were pretty sturdy and could be made more flexible if need be. Still... how would such a big cock feel, she wondered.

His words were lewd music to her ears, especially the phrase, "nice and wet." It just made her imagine how slick his cock would be every time he was able to pull himself partly out of her warm clutches. Her gaze became more hungry and her pussy tingled with want, as though it wished she would just get down on her hands and knees and beg him to rut her like an animal.

She did get on her knees in front of him, but instead of her hands going to the floor to beg for his supreme mercy, they chose to go to the object of her desire. It took both hands to hold it up, what with its length and heft. It was hot, worked up from their exchange. It was going to be hot and hard for her.

"Fuck yes, I want this cock," she breathed in rapture. "I want them all to see your fucking balls slap against me when you fill me up." With that, she could delay any longer, her mouth going to the side of his cock to lick its length. Her hot, wet tongue dragged along his veiny length, the woman making sure that she was smearing her saliva upon him with the broadest part of her tongue. While the tip did indeed feel nice, she was going to reserve that for his head in the interest of getting him wet before the week was out.

Arx stopped to suck in certain spots to break up the monotony of her licks, her plump lips dragging away soon after. There was so much space to cover, but she enjoyed every moment of fervent worship. "Such a godly cock..." she moaned before moving her mouth to his head. It was larger than her own fist, so she wasn't even sure if she could get the whole thing inside, even if she didn't have a gag reflex. Still, she knew she could give him quite a bit of pleasure regardless.

Her tongue lewdly rolled in circles around it, the very tip of her tongue peeking out from beyond where her lips were suctioned. Arx's arms were getting a bit tired though, she she decided she needed to come up with a way to be able to release his cock if only for a moment.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Eleg’s breathing was ragged, his eyes unfocused, beginning to lose himself in his fantasy. “It is a godly cock.” He spared Arx a divine glance, basking in the sight of her on her knees before him.

“And you’re a whore worthy of the mountain of the gods.” His eyes flicked to the display window, wishing that there were more people out there, so that someone would see them, would draw a crowd to witness Arx’s angelic lips on his heavenly cock.

“Put on a good show for them, beauty.” His fingers reached down to caress her chin.

“A bit of grace for the people. Let them see how magnificent we are.”

His eyes darkened. "And once it's ready, let them hear how I make you scream."

 

[Poprockz]

Though she couldn't respond right away to his own observations, her eyes did crinkle in approval. Of course she was a whore worthy of him. In fact, had she been found by a brothel, her life might have been extremely different. Shapeshifters were often caged and bound if found vulnerable, forced to work a life as a many-faced whore. The amount of gold someone could make by fulfilling patrons' every fantasy was astronomical, especially if said whore could mimic friends, family, and even enemies. To fuck your long-time rival in the ass would cost most a pretty penny. Arx couldn't help but be very grateful that she had been raised as a criminal instead, as odd as that might be to some. At least she had options.

When she popped off the head of his cock, she licked her lips and panted softly. It was time to give her arms a bit of a rest now.

Shuffling forward a bit more, she laid his cock down up her chest, wedging it in-between her large breasts as her hands cupped them and kept them hugging his girth. It was slick now, all of her saliva having coated its length with her tender care. As such, it wasn't a problem to start sliding her breasts up and down, her thighs rocking her body to accommodate his size. Her pillowy tits massaged the beast nestled within, their warmth surrounding his bulging member as her mouth returned to work. This time though, she took to letting his tip thrust into her mouth, his precum smearing onto her lips and dripping downward as her emerald eyes looked adoringly up.

With a pause she panted, "it's a shame I can't take it all the way in my mouth... I think it's about time you felt something hot and wet wrapped around you though." Her look was suggestive, the woman licking her lips before giving his cock another long, slow lick with her mouth lazily open.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Eleg looked down at Arx with a kneeling sneer. “Are you refusing me one of your holes?”

He reached down and grabbed her by the face, fishhooking her with a thumb. “That mouth of yours looks plenty big enough to me.” He turned her face to the side, and his other hand cupped her chin.

“The gods and the god-like have only willing servants…and unwilling tools.” His cock somehow seemed even harder, and at that moment an old woman could be seen looking in from the street, an admiring gleam in her eye.

“I thought you were an exceptional slut, one that would serve me well, but perhaps you’re the latter, a useless cocksleeve to be fucked and tossed aside.” His thumb rooted around in her cheek, dueling with her tongue. “Or not completely useless after all?”

He turned Arx’s face toward the window, making her meet the woman’s eyes. The old woman adjusted her collar just as a young man, scarcely out of his teens, stopped to gawk at Arx’s hanging tits. “You can help me show them how to train an unwilling throat.”

With that, he pulled her face back to his crotch, unceremoniously shoving his huge green dick in her mouth. Soon he forced himself down her throat. He held her skull in his hands, fucking her like he didn’t care if she could breathe. “Hot and wet indeed.”

There were a handful of people outside now, staring with a menagerie of emotions. Eleg was staring, too. His eyes were on Arx’s, his hips rocking back and forth, his cock deep in her throat.

 

[Poprockz]

Her eyebrows screwed up a bit when he questioned her, the changeling's suggestion having meant that she had wanted him to begin fucking her aching pussy. What she hadn't expected was for him to react almost as though she was challenging him, as though provoking him by telling him what could or could not be done. He seemed to think he could put his pole down her throat, but she was incredulous at best. She was pretty sure her jaw couldn't even open that far if she wanted it to, she thought to herself as she tasted the saltiness of his thumb.

Arx was distracted in her thoughts though, as she looked out the window at the woman. While she seemed to be offended by their display, it hadn't stopped her from spending a bit of her time that evening watching Arx service the clothier. If she didn't know better, she thought she caught a gleam of lustful interest from the woman. In any case, she was much better at hiding it than some other bystanders. She managed to wink at the woman before hearing Eleg essentially imply that he was going to fuck her throat anyway.

While it would have been nice to protest or try to discuss it reasonably, she soon found a sausage-like phallus being swiftly squeezed past her lips and further.

"MNGF!" She protested in surprise as it bullied its way past her uvula and down into her esophagus. Her jaw felt like it was at its absolute limit, stretched to the very maximum capacity to accommodate such girth. Any more than that, and she would likely have had to shape-shift her jaw into a Naga's or something similar. It was fucking huge, and she could feel every movement he made as he thrusted his hips forward. In fact, if she had to guess, she might have even been able to feel him in her stomach a little bit.

The only time she could breathe was when he pulled back a bit, so she began to try to sync her breaths with his thrusts, her eyes watering while cum leaked out of her nose. It would have leaked out of her mouth too if it weren't for the fact that she was sealed tightly around him. To all the onlookers outside, she imagined that they could visibly see his cock working her throat, every ebb and flow of the pounding she had been receiving.

Suddenly, one of her wet hands latched onto his balls, squeezing them with a pressure that might make a normal man squeal, but certainly wasn't enough to cause the thick-skinned orc any discomfort. It was a assertion of her own power, to remind him that she wasn't some slack-jawed fish that would just sit by while he face-fucked her. Controlling her breath, she swallowed hard, simultaneously flushing the precum and saliva down her throat while massaging his length. Her green eyes flashed at him, and she began moving herself with him. Her other hand went to his ass and she dug her nails in, pricking him enough to give sensation but not enough to draw blood.

At one point, she pushed herself all the way up his cock until she was able to rub his abdomen with her nose, swallowing and letting her tongue slide from side to side underneath him, trying to coax him into either cumming, or being turned on enough to move onto the final act.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Eleg was impressed with how quickly Arx’s throat adapted to his size, his imperious gaze thawing as her nose nestled in his neatly trimmed pubes. “Looks like I was right the first time, dear. You, my lovely, are an exceptional cocksucker.” He tenderly stroked her hair. “But I think I’m ready for that pussy, now. Don’t you?”

He stepped back, letting his heavy cock fall out of her mouth, and coaxed her to her feet, quickly devouring her lips with his own.

“Mmm,” he hummed into her mouth before pulling back with a grin. “Look at us,” he gloated, eyes scanning down their naked bodies. “Have you ever seen two more gorgeous people?” He glanced out at the crowd forming outside the window. “Let’s make sure they know it. Let’s make sure they all know it.”

He gripped her shoulders, firmly spinning Arx around to face the window. With one thick hand around her neck, he pressed her curves against the glass, flattening her breasts. “I bet they’ve never seen a fucking like this.” With that, he positioned himself behind her, cock sliding between the cheeks of her ass to force its way into her waiting cunt. “Fuck, you feel divine,” he growled, rocking his hips to thrust in and out of her.

 

[WeaverofWorlds]

Grastik sighed, even as his eyes tracked the harpy's rise into the air and subsequent charge. This wasn't exactly an unsurprising turn of events, such encounters weren't uncommon among anyone who managed to anger Sprite, though many could barely understand what it was they'd done to earn her anger. At the least she'd been helpful enough to declare her reasons this time, though he couldn't make any real sense of them. Something about being a child, it seemed, though in the privacy of his own thoughts he couldn't withhold the thought that she was definitely acting like a child. Well, if she was so insistent on things...

It was difficult to describe the feeling of grasping the magic of the divine. He'd heard others speak of it, the priests and clerics of the more well known divinities, yet each seemed to have their own answers. Pheela was not a brilliant goddess, not one to shine her light through her champions like a beacon into the night. Rather, she'd preferred quieter means, the twinkling of stars in the sky, the soft touch of another in the deepest hours of night. These were her things, her means of offering safety and succor to those who spoke her name in reverence and fidelity.

It was these things the half-orc called upon as Sprite barreled towards him.

Whispered words, charged with divine magic, poured softly from his lips, even as an outstretched hand painted the symbols into the air. The heady scent of incense seemed to pour out of him, enveloping the harpy even as she came, the magic of his cast spell taking hold. Lethargy would seep into muscles, drowsiness cloud the mind, and before his eyes the harpy seemingly drifted off peacefully into sleep. There was a slight pause as Grastik regarded the slumbering form, and then he turned to one of the brothel workers, gesturing towards Sprite.

"Keep an eye on her. She'll be up and about in a moment, but we don't need anyone getting any ideas."

He started away without any further delay, assuming it best he make himself scarce. Sprite wasn't known for keeping her temper in check, and he doubted she'd take kindly to being forcefully put to sleep. Then again, whatever strange logic she operated under might have her grudgingly accepting the outcome for what it was and leaving it at that. It was often difficult to tell, but either way Grastik didn't want to be around to find out.

Making his way to the shop then been sent towards wasn't really a necessity, but far be it for him not to take advantage of an opportunity to drain the pockets of a noble, even if only a little. He knew of the Royal of course, it was rare enough to find fellow half-orcs, rarer still to find a full blood orc among the gentry of the city. The cleric had little reason to visit any other time, and beyond the occasional gossip among the brothel Flowers, who earned enough coin to be worth visiting the shop, knew little of the man in question. He supposed, however, that the sight he came upon as he strode up to the store was, somewhat admittedly, unsurprising. It seemed, if nothing else, that the rumors were accurate enough, both to the orc's willingness and his impressive girth. Even Grastik could recognize and admit that much. He debated once more interrupting the "fun", but ultimately decided against it. They'd plenty of time before they needed to be at the Tulip, and he didn't have the excuse of finding the noble's distractions distasteful.

The sight of the shape-changer getting fucked against the window was an interesting one, if nothing else, and it reminded Grastik that it had been awhile since he'd indulged himself. The reasons for that were many, and rather specific to him. Perhaps the opportunity would present itself soon... or perhaps he'd be left to be the voice of reason among a handful of horny rabbits.

 

[justspitballing]

From the outside Sprite’s magical sleep casted by Grastik was peaceful, but from Sprite’s viewpoint it was jarring and abrupt. Due to her hard working nature she was actually in need of a good rest and stayed asleep for a good eight minutes, the hands of the brothel worker brining her in for safety not even waking her.

When she came to the Leonin woman Drine along with two humans, Jonas and Maia, were all looking over her. Sprite rested on a run down red couch near the entrance, used for many a playful and erotic activity. The ingrained smell of dried cum filled her nostrils as she slowly woke.

Jonas and Maia were brother and sister and relatively new members of the establishment, but Drine, Drine had been there awhile and she had been working less and less, but breaking up fights there more and more. It wasn’t hard to see the fact that she was hoping to someday be Sprite’s replacement, and Sprite would be somewhat alright with this if she wasn’t made to look like she needed to be replaced by a know it all half-orc that seemed to disrespect her at every turn.

It didn’t take her long to realize he must have casted some spell on her to put her to sleep. This was not good at all for her image and she let out a grown as she got up and the truth sunk in.

“Thank you Drine. Looks like some word has already gotten out on this then,” Sprite said with a somber tone.

“It’s not that bad, really,” Drine said back, but she clearly was a bit happy about the situation and it showed.

Sprite knew now she only had one option. Fighting Grastik again could just as easily lead to another humiliating defeat. But if she took the job before her from the noble and made her victory the stuff of legend then maybe, just maybe she could get a bit of her dignity back. One thing was for sure, she needed to prove her worth now more then ever.

With that in mind she thanked her fellow brothel workers once more and was on her way. When she at last reached Royal a small crowed of onlookers were standing outside, witnessing Arx being pushed up against one of the display windows and being fucked with an intense vigor by the orc/mountain of a man who worked there. Many of the onlookers were trying to pretend to be shocked, but a lot weren’t to good at it, clearly all enjoying the sight, and who could blame them?

That Grastik had almost caused her to miss this. Her blood would have been boiling if she wasn’t so quickly trying to find a good place to sit outside and enjoy the show.