A Paladin's Journey Ch. 11

Elf and Orc women seemed more suited to that type of work than Humans did. Kyra knew first-hand how promiscuous they could be, male and female alike. She smiled to herself slightly as she remembered the time she'd stumbled across a band of Ash'Goth raiders one night, many years ago. How many women could say they'd fucked half-a-dozen Orc warriors to sleep?

Not many, she'd wager. Kyra herself had taken work in the odd brothel here and there, either to pass the time or find useful information about whichever land she was in. It never ceased to amaze her what men would reveal to a woman who made them come.

Despite a few drunk sailors stumbling about in the downpour, Kyra and Lissitha remained alone on the streets. Finally reaching the building she was after -- a large inn with a sign depicting an inordinately buxom woman without clothes on -- Kyra scaled the three wide, stone steps out the front and pushed the heavy wooden door open.

Light and music washed over her, intermingled with the coarse, raucous laughter of men and women who had had too much drink. The room was spacious but crammed with round tables at which dozens of people sat playing cards or dandling naked women on their knees.

The sign above the inn was indicative of its name: The Bare Wench. This establishment was famous for its nude and very obliging serving girls. Kyra shook her head wryly as she looked around. A few men tried to get a peek inside her cowl, but she kept it forward as she led Lissitha through the racket.

Each table had at least one unclothed woman of some description attending the patrons. Kyra counted three statuesque Orc girls and four slender Elves -- the latter would be Tar'elda maidens, no doubt, exploring the world in their younger years before heading back home -- and two hefty-breasted Dwarves.

Dwarves were a rare sight in Amindaer, but the Bare Wench was well known for its exotic entertainment. The remainder of the staff were Humans, most of them young, but some old enough to know better.

The owner was a clever man and a smooth talker. Kyra knew that from experience, too. Berten Longhand permitted more lewd behaviour in his tavern than most, but all patrons knew where the line was. If they forgot, the two massive, truncheon-bearing Orcs at either end of the room quickly reminded them.

The Bare Wench was certainly lively this evening. Kyra spotted more than one table where sex was being performed right out in the open where all could see. Her nipples hardened and her belly fluttered as she watched a pretty Orc with skin the colour of jade lay back on a round table and spread her thighs, inviting the burly, shirtless man sitting before her to dine on her smooth sex.

Around the table, men eagerly groped and squeezed at her fit body, and she encouraged them to stand and drop their pants. In short order the Orc had a cock in each hand and one between her full lips.

The Orc bouncers at either end of the room watched carefully, ready to thump any man who got too rough with the girls.

The odd hand groped at Kyra, trying to feel what was beneath her cloak, but she ignored it, not wanting to start a fuss. She was here to meet one man and one man only. From the tugging at her hand, Lissitha was trying to twist away from the attention, but Kyra kept pulling her forward, toward the bar, which was being tended by a willowy Elf with chestnut hair and eyes that matched. She was nude, of course.

"What can I get for you?" The Elf asked with a friendly smile. Her accent was pleasant and lilting, like chimes shifting in the wind.

"Is Berten in?" Kyra asked, keeping her voice as low as she could while still being heard. Lissitha was pressed firmly into her back, trying not to stare at the increasingly hedonistic environment. Grunts and moans were beginning to dominate the din as more of the girls offered themselves to the patrons.

The Elf nodded. "He's in back, trialling a new girl." She grinned cheekily. "She's a half Giant with tits like ale barrels. He might be a while."

"I need to see him urgently," Kyra said, using a touch of her vala to align with the cute Elf. "He's a friend, and he's expecting me."

The Elf eyed Kyra for a moment, then smiled. "You seem trustworthy, so I'll show you through. Follow me." She turned away and walked out from behind the bar, giving Kyra an unobstructed view of her pert bottom.

The Elf led Kyra and Lissitha through the noisy tavern, only stopping to ask a deliciously-curved Human girl to mind the bar until she returned. She stopped where one of the Orc bouncers stood with arms crossed, his huge, thickly muscled body blocking a door. He was garbed only in a loincloth, as Orcs often were, and Kyra made a note of the way it bulged where it hung between his broad, tawny-bronze thighs.

The Orc eyed the Elf up and down with interest, and she did the same in return.

"Rosh, these girls need to see Berten," the slender Tar'elda said, laying a slim hand on the Orc's folded arm.

The Orc grinned. "I'd do just about anything for you, Lindella," he rumbled deeply. "But Berten said no visitors.

"Really?" Lindella pouted, stepping closer to Rosh and pressing her naked form against his front. He stood a good two feet taller than her; her head barely reached his chest. "There's nothing you can do?"

The Orc cleared his throat and shook his head ruefully. "Sorry. I like this job too much to break rules." He gently moved the Elf to one side. Lindella looked at Kyra and shrugged as if to say: "I tried!" Before swaying off in the direction of the bar.

Damn. If Kyra couldn't get in to see Berten right away, she might have to wait for the next ship, which could be days, if not weeks. Taking a chance, she pulled her cowl back to reveal her face.

Rosh's eyes left the Elf immediately. Kyra knew she was beautiful, and hoped to use it to her advantage. "We are looking for work, friend Orc," she explained, adopting a common accent she used sometimes. "And we understand the proprietor of this place looks after his girls."

Lissitha lowered her own hood to show her own stunning face, framed by silvery hair and the crown of red and black scales that banded her forehead, a mark of her dragon heritage. The andrakin said nothing, but regarded the Orc with a small smile that hinted at promise.

Rosh watched with interest as Kyra shucked her cloak to the floor. Her breeches and shirt were soaked through, and her tits were easily visible through the white material. Her nipples ached from being stiff, both from the cold rain and the sexual atmosphere in the tavern.

"Let me show you why Berten will want to see us," Kyra purred as she untucked her shirt and pulled it over her head, exposing herself to the waist. She used a trickle of her vala to align with Rosh, and his loincloth began to tent as his cock responded to what he was seeing.

Lissitha did the same, removing her own shirt and freeing the heavy breasts beneath. She sighed hotly and stretched, arching her back to give the Orc a generous display. The thin strip of scales down the outside of each arm and down her spine glittered alluringly in the lamplight.

A few men whistled in appreciation and called for the andrakin to come and join them, but she ignored them and continued to strip until she stood bare as the day she was born, proudly showing her spectacular body to the Orc.

Kyra did the same, and Rosh's huge pole now stood straight out from his body. His loincloth fell to the side to show a thick, pulsing slab of meat as long as her forearm. He wasn't as big as Marcos, but it was still impressive.

"Do you think your master will appreciate letting two women such as us walk away?" Kyra asked the big Orc. She stepped forward until the swollen head of his cock touched her just below her breasts. Rosh took a deep breath as Kyra's fingers trailed up either side of the veiny shaft, until they were playing around the smooth skin of the angry head.

Lissitha took up a place on Kyra's right and boldly caressed his balls, which resembled two apples hanging in a smooth, brown sack. A low, rumbling growl started up in his throat, and Kyra knew that sound well. It was the sound a male Orc made when he was about to fuck.

Kyra and Lissitha had their backs to the majority of the tavern, but cat calls and wolf whistles started up, for it was obvious what the two naked women were doing to Rosh.

"Fuck 'em, Rosh!" Someone yelled.

"They want it bad!" Another one cheered.

"They're right, Rosh," Kyra purred. "We do want it bad." She eyed him through her lashes and grabbed his cock properly, getting a good grip with both hands. Her fingers were not long enough to encircle it fully. When she wondered what it would feel like sliding into her pussy, she felt herself moisten, and an ache started in her loins.

Taking a slow, controlling breath, she settled herself. Now was not the time for unbridled desire.

"But you want something, too," Kyra continued, slowly stroking the good foot of hot meat in her hands. "You want us to see Berten, because if he finds out we were here and you let us go, you'll be done for. Have two women like us ever walked in here before?"

Rosh eyed them both, then ran the tip of his tongue over each of his short, thick tusks. "Get in," he growled finally. "Before I spray come everywhere."

Kyra shared a quick grin with Lissitha and let go of Rosh's cock so she could scoop up her clothes. When she went to move past Rosh, however, he seized her arm in a huge hand.

"But one thing," he rumbled staring down at her with eyes like dark chips of ice. "I just did you a big favour, I think. I expect repayment."

So, Orcs were not all dumb brutes after all. Actually, that stereotype wasn't fair; Kyra had met many Orcs she considered clever, if not outright brilliant.

She placed a hand on his where it held her arm, and she smiled up at him warmly. "It would be a pleasure to make it up to you, Rosh," she cooed. She was more than half excited about it, if she was being honest. Being with Marcos for so long had gotten her used to big cocks.

Satisfied, Rosh let her go, and she led Lissitha down a small, dark passageway that became pitch when Rosh closed the door behind them. There was another door at the other end, maybe thirty feet from where they'd entered.

The door was ajar, and a wedge of light spilled out into the passageway. Muffled noises were emanating from inside. Grunts, moans and slaps came frequently, followed by feminine cries of pleasure.

Lissitha pressed up close to Kyra from behind, and Kyra allowed herself to feel the bare skin of the andrakin against her back. Lissitha's soft tits felt wonderful, especially the way the hard nipples were pressing into Kyra's shoulders.

Exhaling with sudden arousal, Kyra spun and pressed her lips to the other woman's, seeking the depths of her mouth with her tongue. Lissitha moaned hotly as their tongues danced, and her fingers sought Kyra's wet, bare slit.

Kyra pulled away before her lover's fingers reached her sex; there would be time enough for sex on the ship, if they ever got to the bloody thing. "Not yet, my love," she whispered, touching Lissitha's cheek. "After we're free."

The sexy andrakin nodded and waited for Kyra to lead on. Creeping up to the door, Kyra peeked through the crack but saw nothing inside but a richly furnished, spacious room. Gingerly, she pushed the door open and crept inside.

What she saw made her pussy ache before she settled herself. Against the wall opposite the door was a huge bed. Leaning against the bed on her elbows was a very tall woman. Bronze-skinned and beautiful, with short black hair on her head, she had to be the half-Giant Lindella mentioned. She was facing off to Kyra's right, which gave the Paladin an excellent profile view of her long, lush body.

The man standing on a small raised platform behind her was none other than Berten Longhand. Berten needed the platform because he was no more than four feet tall. Half of the per'Noroth's height, it would have been impossible for him to fuck her in this position without something to stand on.

Half-Dwarf and half-Elf, Berten Longhand was something of an anomaly. Few Dwarves and Elves had ever lain together since the Darkening, and those that did rarely produced children, yet here Berten stood. What the diminutive man lacked in height, he more than made up for below the waist.

Smooth cheeked yet hairy-chested, Berten retained the heritage of both of his parents. His ears were slightly pointed, and his nose was bold without being too big, as was his chin. His stature was lithe, yet strong, and his skin was an attractive shade of grey, almost like moonlight.

'Gorn'elda' was what folk like Berten were often called in some places, and it was meant as a slanderous, derogatory term, but Berten wore it with pride.

Kyra watched hungrily as ten inches of thick cock speared into the half-Giant repeatedly. Berten had a firm grip on the woman's wide hips and was fucking her enthusiastically, slapping her luscious rump with abandon. The woman's mountainous tits swung beneath her in time with his thrusts, smacking into the side of the bed.

She was enjoying herself, Kyra could tell. Her head was buried in the coverlet, her fists clutching the pillows hard. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room with every thrust of Berten's considerable prick.

The short man looked up as Kyra entered, and a broad smile split his handsome face. His eyes roved over her body hungrily, and his hips continued pumping even as he greeted her. "Kyra! So good to see you again!" He gestured to the half-Giant. "This is Tessamere. She's applying for a job!"

Tessamere turned her head toward Kyra and smiled weakly. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes kept rolling back in her head. Berten must have been doing a fine job, indeed. She had a wide nose, and full, plump lips. Kyra found her very attractive.

"Oh! You've brought your friend!" Berten exclaimed as Lissitha slipped into the room. The Gorn'elda's eyes widened when he got a look at the andrakin. "My word! She's stunning!" With a grunt, he increased his pace and slapped Tessamere on the ass again. She moaned into the pillows in response and pushed back against him insistently.

A moment later, Berten squeezed his eyes shut and jammed himself up against Tessamere's rump. With a roar, he began to come hard, his hips bucking sporadically as he emptied his oversized balls into the half-Giant.

Kyra and Lissitha watched as he withdrew from Tessamere's cunt. A river of come flowed out in his wake, dripping to the lush carpets below. The half-Giant turned and sat on the floor with her thighs open, leaning back against the bed. Her tremendous tits heaved as she caught her breath. Her nipples were thick and brown, though they looked small on the expansive globes of flesh.

"Whew!" Berten exclaimed, wiping his forehead with his arm. "That was truly special, my dear. Thank you." Stepping down from the platform, he walked between her thighs and gave her a kiss on the mouth. Due to their height difference, he barely had to bend his head.

"Now, I presume you are here about passage to Ekistair?" Berten asked when he turned from the half-Giant. He made no move to don clothing, and his cock still stood erect, glistening with fluids.

Kyra nodded. "We are, Berten. It has become urgent. I want to be on the very next ship, if possible."

Berten cupped his chin thoughtfully. "And Marcos knows nothing?"

Kyra shook her head. "Nothing, though it won't be long before he realises we are gone."

"Hmmm," Berten mused, eyeing first Kyra and then Lissitha. He made sure to leave no part of them untouched by those hungry black eyes. "Marcos is a fool, but a very dangerous one." He sighed in exasperation. "If only I could have you two working here! Even short term, I would make more coin in a week than most months!"

"I can double my fee," Kyra suggested. Unwilling to use her vala due to the risk of exposure, she relied on her bargaining skills instead. Besides, Berten had proven rather resistant to her vala, last time.

Berten chuckled and walked up to Kyra. He stared up at her, a small smile on his face. His head barely reached her breasts. "Never mind the fee, Kyra," he said generously. "Money, I have no need for more."

Kyra knew what was coming next, and she found herself smiling. She cocked a hip and rested a hand there, posing for him. Berten was not a bad man, he was just out for himself, like the rest of the world. He was actually good to his girls, and if any harm befell them, his vengeance was swift.

"There is a ship due in the early hours of tomorrow," the short fellow began. "That means we have the rest of tonight to settle what is owed." His broad smile made it clear how he intended to do this.

Kyra matched his smile and touched his cheek with her finger. "Just me. Lissitha could use a break from men." It was true; Marcos had taken a real shine to Lissitha, and the poor girl had been relied upon heavily. Not that she hadn't confessed to Kyra that she'd enjoyed herself at times, but still, a woman should be able to choose her lovers.

Berten grunted in disapproval. "Shame, she is a real beauty." He stepped in front of Lissitha, who was standing meekly with her hands folded at her waist, a pose that Marcos often demanded.

Berten looked up at Lissitha's fine-featured face curiously. Reaching up, he lifted her chin with a finger and met her serpentine eyes. "Do you wish to sit this one out, andrakin?" That was why Kyra liked Berten. He was hungry for profits, but short of greedy.

To Kyra's surprise, Lissitha smiled and shook her head. "No, sir."

Pursing his lips, Berten ran a hand down her arm, over the strip of shining red and black scales. Her breath caught when his fingers trailed from her lower arm and onto her flat belly. "You are very special, Lissitha," Berten said softly as she unclasped her hands and let them fall to her sides. Her bare sex was revealed, and Berten's fingers sank lower, over her smooth mound. A small diamond of scales adorned the skin there, shining faintly in the lamplight.

Lissitha bit her lip as Berten's forefinger stopped right at the top of the cleft between her luscious thighs. The sexy andrakin shot Kyra a look that asked her not to interfere. Her pale cheeks were flushed, and her breasts rose and fell with her quickened breath.

The woman was actually aroused by Berten! Well, that made things more interesting -- and much easier for Kyra, to boot. She had to admit Berten did have a certain rakish charm about him. That and enough confidence for a whole clan of Gor'dur.

"I can think of a few ways to pass the time," Kyra purred, stepping behind Berten and pressing herself against him. She rubbed his shoulders seductively, bringing an approving grunt from the short man.

He reached up and cupped one of Lissitha's breasts, softly stroking and kneading the supple flesh. Her pink nipples were hard, jutting forward through narrow ring of scales that encircled them.

Kyra took Lissitha's other breast in her hand and trailed her fingers ever so lightly around the smooth scales before gently pinching her nipple. The andrakin gasped at the sensation, and gave Kyra an affectionate smile over Berten's head.

Berten slipped out from between them and stood to one side. Placing a hand each on Kyra's and Lissitha's asses, he gently pushed them toward each other, encouraging them to embrace.

Kyra sighed as LIssitha welcomed her into her arms. Lissitha's full, pillowy breasts felt wonderful against her own. Kyra liked her own tits; they were firm and perky and not too heavy, but she enjoyed playing with big ones, especially on Lissitha.

Berten squeezed their asses firmly as they kissed, and Kyra felt his hard cock bumping her skin of her thigh just above her knee. Feeling the hand leave her bottom, she looked down and smiled at the sight of Berten fisting his massive pole while still squeezing Lissitha's ripe rear.