Cinder and the Runny Gutter

He set down a tray of three small glasses, each containing a pale, golden liquid. The faint, appealing smell of apricots wafted up from the drinks.

"Sunsyrup," Hugo explained. "You ordered shots, didn't you?"

"Not exactly what I had in mind, Hugo," Cinder said, "but sure." She took one of the little glasses and raised it. Hugo did the same, and they threw back their shots together. Cinder's burned like fire and slid down her gullet like honey.

"Man, that's good," she exclaimed.

Hugo gritted his teeth as he swallowed, then smacked his lips contentedly. "Yeah, it's distilled from slithershark bile, I think. Anyway, where's your friend?"

Cinder sucked her teeth distractedly, peering into the empty glass. "Who?"

Under the table, Maeryll's tongue flicked out, teasing under the hood of her clit. Cinder coughed and set the shot glass down a little harder than was strictly necessary.

Hugo chuckled and put his hands on his hips. "Yeah- white hair, black dress. Ring any bells?"

"Oh, Maeryll? Don't worry about her. Hey Hugo, you know what? I like your dimple."

"What?" the serving jack asked, slightly bemused at the change of subject.

In response, Cinder half-stood and reached across the table. Heedless of anyone who might be watching, she grabbed Hugo by the front of his apron and pulled, until their faces were scarcely an eyelash apart. Cinder could smell the smoke on his breath, and the apricot sweetness of the lingering sunsyrup. She wondered idly what she smelled like to him.

'Prolly spilled beer and girljizz. It was like her signature perfume.

"I said," Cinder purred, "that I like your dimple. Big fan, actually."

Hugo grinned, and the little divot on his cheek deepened.

"Yeah," she said, "there it is." Cinder traced one finger down the side of his face, gently fingering his dimple, before stroking along the scar under his lip.

Hugo tried to keep looking into her liquid brown eyes, which were glistening warm and gold in the tavern's light. However, given the angle and the way that Cinder was leaning, the lush press of her cleavage was like, right there. It would've been impossible for him not to take a peek, and Cinder respected the fact that he only tried to resist for a moment.

As his gaze fell on the inviting shape of her corset-squashed chest, Cinder felt Hugo's pulse quicken under her palm where it lay against his neck.

"I get the sense, Hugo, that you're a guy who knows what- HnNnng!- ahem, what he wants."

Cinder had to pause and gather herself after she felt Maeryll's agile tongue snake up between her legs to delve between the cheeks of her ass, lashing at the ring of her asshole. The snow elf must've contorted herself into quite the position under the table to lick at Cinder's bottom, and Cinder felt her friend's fingers digging into her slippery thighs for support. The wood elf rocked back a little, trying to fuck herself on the pink wriggle of Maeryll's tongue even as she flirted with the cute serving jack.

"I do," Hugo murmured, almost hypnotized by the rise and fall of her chest as Cinder breathed, "I do know what I want."

One of Cinder's eyebrows rose in a lazy arch on her forehead. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Cinder tightened her fist in her apron and pulled him the rest of the way across the table into a fierce kiss, her tongue invading his mouth even as Maeryll invaded the thoroughly fingerblasted chute of her ass. The kiss was sloppy and frantic, and it smeared saliva across both Cinder and Hugo's lips. She felt the rasp of his stubble on her face, and breathed deeply, savoring the scent of his spit on her mouth.

There was a break in the bard's set, and Cinder heard a few whistles ring out across the Runny Gutter as some of the customers clocked to what was going on over at the elf booth. Treader had his hood back up, but it was pretty obvious he was staring too.

Cinder broke the kiss. "Wanna go somewhere more private?"

"Yeah." Hugo's reply was a dry rasp, as if she'd sucked all the air out of his lungs with the kiss.

A sloppy, triumphant smile spread across Cinder's face. "Hey M, you may as well come up now."

"Busy," came the muffled reply, and by the gods she was. Cinder reached down and wove her fingers through the snow elf's moon-pale hair, rubbing the girl's scalp as Maeryll licked and nibbled at Cinder's nethers.

"She's down there?" Hugo looked surprised to hear the sound of the other elf's voice under the table. "What's she doing?"

Cinder gave him a flat look. "What do you think? Now c'mon you dirty dog, let's go find somewhere else to hang out."

"Dirty dog?" Hugo asked, confusion on his face.

"Talking to 'ol mitt-diver down below."

"Fine," Maeryll sighed. "It's like a rainforest under here anyway."

The wood elf felt Maeryll's mouth leave her cunt as the other woman extricated herself from underneath the table. She slithered back onto the bench, delicately licking her fingers clean one by one.

Still, no matter how aloof she tried to act, Maeryll looked like she'd been put through the wringer. She was drenched, her hair plastered to her forehead like she'd just emerged from a slop tub in a Tentaponics laboratory. Her face, neck, and shoulders shone wetly, and her dress clung to her lithe form even more closely than it had when dry.

Maeryll gathered her silverwhite hair into a loose ponytail and squeezed, ringing some of the Cinder-jizz out of it.

"What happened to you?" Hugo asked, aghast.

Maeryll favored him with a cool look. "I just tapped Cotton's keg."

Cotton?

Right. Shit. She'd have to try and keep that straight.

"Damn," Cinder said, looking at her friend. "You look good covered in me!"

Maeryll's lips twisted in a smirk. "I know. I can wear anything."

"Ha! Anyway, there's plenty more brew where that came from," Cinder promised. She got off the bench and grabbed Hugo's hand, then threaded her other arm through Maeryll's. "Let's head out back."

As the three of them strutted arm-in-arm across the tavern's common room, each step threatened to loose one or both of Cinder's tits from her corset. By this point though, the wood elf was so far past caring she'd come out the other side. She wanted the stupid corset to have a critical failure.

Let 'em look already. She had it, and she'd never been bothered by flaunting it.

When they passed Treader's table, the ranger pushed his chair back and started to get to his feet.

"Noble elves," he tried, "please, consider the ramifications-"

"Blah blah blah," Maeryll interjected.

"But the quest I lay before your feet is both noble and worthy-"

"BLAH."

The ranger sighed and sat back down.

They reached the back of the tavern without further interruption, and Hugo called out to Shel at the bar. "Hey boss, I'm taking my break."

The orc eyed the trio with a raised brow. "Cotton's at it again!" she guffawed, then slid a foaming mug down the bartop, directly into the waiting hands of a customer. "Just don't drain him completely dry!" she yelled as they left through a door marked 'Employees Only.' "I still need him to work the rest of his shift!"

Past the employee door was a short hallway with a room on either side. Hugo made as if to go through the one on the left, but Cinder shook her head.

"Nah, it's a nice night. Why don't we go out back to the courtyard? Shel's still got those kennels for her dogs, right?"

"Yeah," Hugo replied skeptically, "but... outside? What if someone sees?"

"Aw, you shy?" Cinder teased. She drew Maeryll in for a kiss, and fenced tongues with the snow elf while Hugo's throat worked in a hard swallow.

"Outside it is," he said.

***

The back of the Runny Gutter was a yard fenced in by a wall of red bricks and paved in large, smooth cobbles. It was hemmed on both sides by buildings; on the left, what looked to be a seedy, two-story hostel rose towards the sky, and to the right stood a gambling hall of about the same height. Greasy yellow light flickered in several of the casino's windows, but Cinder didn't see any people at the moment.

In the courtyard, empty beer kegs were piled near the Runny Gutter's back door, along with crates and boxes of gods knew what else. Light from the burning street lamps outside the brick walls provided plenty of illumination to see by, and the sky above was clear and spangled with the icy winking of the stars. The sounds of revelry from the Runny Gutter and the Reeperbahn at large were muted by the courtyard's high walls. It was almost peaceful, or as peaceful as you could get in the notorious red-light district.

Along the courtyard's back wall, Shel had built a roofed enclosure for one of her other passions; raising dogs. Cinder led Hugo and Maeryll towards a stack of empty cages by the kennel. The dogs were big, fluffy, and friendly. They looked out at Cinder and her companions with large eyes, wet noses, and wagging tails.

"Cute!" Cinder gushed, kneeling to scratch a gray and black dog behind its ears. "Man, I love dogs."

"I'm more of a chatte person myself," Maeryll said drily. "Speaking of, why did you haul us out here, Cinder?"

Cinder rose and walked over to one of the empty dog cages. She patted the thin metal bars, a devious expression on her face. "I had an idea," she said.

"You're a lunatic," Maeryll replied.

"Yeah! So let's get crazy. Got a knife?"

Maeryll artfully arched one eyebrow. "Fine. Let's see where this is going." She reached down, did something with her shoe, and produced a thin stiletto.

Cinder accepted the blade and slid it under her corset, in between the whalebone ribs. She tugged, and Maeryll's razor parted the material as if it weren't even there. Cinder took a deep, happy sigh of relief as the garment fell away, then handed the knife back.

"Thanks! Seemed faster than undoing all those stupid knots."

"Okay," Maeryll replied, her eyes fixed on Cinder's newly freed breasts, "but you're leaving the skirt."

"I second that," Hugo added. Cinder threw him a dirty look.

"Aw man, you too? Fine. Come on M, let's get into the cage, like a couple of bad, dirty, elvish dogs. That need to be, uhm, trained. Mm yeah, that's hot."

Maeryll crossed her arms under her breasts and just stared back at her.

"C'mon man," Cinder said, her tone a wheedling plea.

Cinder took Maeryll's hand in hers and sensually placed the girl's index and middle finger into her mouth. She gave a long, slow suck on Maeryll's fingers, looking at her friend from under her long lashes.

"It'll be fun, I prooooomise," she said as she kissed Maeryll's palm, then slowly dropped to her knees.

Maeryll muttered something about 'better make this worth my while,' but she pulled off her dress, tossed it onto the cobblestones of the courtyard, and followed Cinder into the cage.

"Nice," Cinder said, her eyes full of Maeryll's nudity. The chick moved like a feral cat, and her skin was as delicate and pale as porcelain. The nipples capping her small, high breasts were a tender, blushing pink that matched the lips of her sex. Gods, but the girl was fucking beautiful.

"Ok, scootch up and spread your legs, M. There, perfect."

The two elves maneuvered until Cinder's skirt-covered ass was hanging out of the cage door, and Maeryll had gotten into position. The snow elf sat at the far end of the pen, her feet pressed against the cage bars and her legs spread wide in front of Cinder's face.

It was an invitation Cinder was only too happy to accept. She kissed her way up Maeryll's thigh until she reached the sweetness of her cleft, breathing deeply of the tantalizing smell of Maeryll's arousal. The fair hair dusting Maeryll's cunt glistened wetly in the streetlight streaming into the cage, and she groaned and bit her lower lip as Cinder took the first eager lick at her pussy.

"Do me, Cin," she moaned encouragingly, pleading, breathless, "do me hard. I want to come so hard I fucking die while you cram your hand into my cunt like a mitten."

"Ha wow, ok then!" She'd figured Maeryll was worked up, but damn.

"Um," someone said behind her. "Is it cool if I watch, or what?"

Oh yeah. Hugo.

Cinder had forgotten about him for a second. She looked over her shoulder and reached back, pulling her ass apart with one hand to give him a view of the goods. Her back was arched and her rump was proudly hanging out of the cage, and at this point the skirt was essentially a super useless belt, gathered as it was in a bunch around her waist.

"I didn't drag you out here to just watch," Cinder reassured the hot serving jack. "I want you to pull your cock out and go to town on me. Just go absolutely apeshit back there."

Hugo's gaze fixed on the twin offerings of Cinder's holes. "Fuck," he breathed, "that's a beautiful sight."

Cinder grinned with pleasure at the thunderstruck sound of his voice, then lowered her face between Maeryll's legs again.

"So Hugo," Cinder said, "what are you gonna do about it?"

Hugo's answer was the clink of a belt and the rustle of fabric as he stepped out of his pants. As Hugo pulled out his junk, Cinder delved her tongue between the pink lips of Maeryll's vulva. Cinder licked increasingly frantic moans out of her friend, her nose pressed against the lissome elf's hooded pearl.

Behind, Cinder felt Hugo's palms on her ass, cupping, squeezing, framing the endowment of her flesh between his hands. She could picture his eyes, downcast and focused at the sight of her, willing and open, daring him to pick a place to sink his cock into.

"Whatever hole you want is fine by me," Cinder said to Hugo, although she spoke into Maeryll's cunt, lips against wet lips. She slid a finger into Maeryll's soaked pussy, then another, curling them in a beckoning gesture that rubbed the special spot inside, all while her tongue ran interference.

"Not the pussy," Maeryll gasped, her head turned and her eyes closed, her breasts rising and falling with the rapidity of her breathing.

Cinder paused, confused. "What? Dude, you just told me to wear you like a glove, so I'm not sure-"

Maeryll groaned in frustration. "Cin, it was a mitten, and you better keep doing what you're doing or I'm going to lose it. Anyway, I was talking to you!" she pointed at Hugo. "Take her ass."

Behind her, Cinder felt Hugo shift. "Well sure, if that's ok with Cotton..."

Cinder didn't know exactly why Maeryll was so concerned with the specific orifice of hers that was about to get wrecked, but she figured she'd better let her have her way.

"You better do what she says," Cinder warned Hugo. "She's in one of her moods, and you do not want to mess with her when she's like this."

"She does seem a little scary," Hugo muttered, shifting as he got into position. "Where did she put away that knife, anyway?"

Cinder felt his hands spread her wide apart, and the warm trickle of his spit drizzled onto her asshole. He pushed it around, rubbing it against the ring of her clench. Hugo's finger slipped inside her butt, and Cinder mewled with delight.

"Wow, you're really ready for this, aren't you?" he observed, fascinatedly rubbing his thumb against the sensitive bridge between her butthole and vulva. Cinder was just a complete mess down there, and his touch glided across her damp flesh effortlessly.

Cinder shivered. "You have no idea," she replied.

All night she'd fucked and been fucked by girls. Maeryll, (and then that hottie Wish back at the Vendôme) had both worked her over something fierce. She'd drunk so many glasses of her own squirt that she'd lost count, and had orgasms to match. It had been fantastic, but what Cinder wanted right now, more than anything, was a nice, thick cock to just fucking ream the shit out of her, then squirt the contents of its balls right up her butthole.

Her ass was ready for it, too. Over the past few hours, Maeryll had fingered her ass open so many times Cinder had lost count. It felt like she'd been working on spreading Cinder all night actually, and when the tip of Hugo's cock nudged gently against the entrance to her most private of holes, Cinder felt a surge of adrenaline spike her blood. She was going to get fucked up the ass, here in a dog cage in the back yard of a bar, with her face buried between Maeryll's slippery thighs and her nose full of the aroma of aroused elf.

Fuck yes. Finally.

Hugo eased his cock forward, and Cinder gave a needy little whine. His crown nestled into the divot of her asshole, which flexed elastically around his tip as if it were the lips of her mouth pursed around his prick instead of her butthole. She felt a wickedly naughty, greasy sensation as a few drips of Hugo's precum oozed from his cockslit, smearing the ring of her pucker. Then he gripped her hips to steady himself, rocked forward, and began the work of splitting her asshole in half.

The elf's shapely body went taut as a drawn bowstring even as she forced her bung to relax, to open up, and allow itself to be violated. The thick solidity of Hugo's prick pushed into her, stretching her, filling her with delicious, solid warmth.

Whenever she got fucked in the ass- which was pretty often, Cinder was happy to tell anyone who might ask- she felt the sensation throughout her whole damn body, like every part of her was getting nailed, not just her ass.

The fuckstrokes that she took in her asshole were a rhythm, almost like a drumbeat that reverberated through the very fiber of her elvish being. She could feel it all over, from the walls of her chute, through her belly, her throbbing nipples, all the way up to her scalp, and the sweetly aching, always ravenous sexual core of her being.

Hugo started slow, which was considerate, then picked up the pace, which was awesome. Cinder bent her head and just fucking took it as he started to thrust, hard hand deep, his balls swaying and swinging to slap wetly at her soaked cunt. It was like he was punishing her for being bad, even though he had started to growl and grunt about what a good girl- a good slut- she was being.

As Hugo mauled her tits and took her ass from behind in the dog cage, Cinder reflected that she hadn't even gotten to see his cock. That was a little disappointing because, from the way it felt filling her bowels, he had a pretty nice one.

Whatever it looked like, his girth pushed inside of her, throbbing and rock hard as the walls of her ass clenched around it. Honestly though, not seeing Hugo's dick was kind of hot too. Instead, she got to imagine what it might look like, all veiny and hard and thick and pretty.

Speaking of pretty...

Cinder pushed another finger inside of Maeryll and flattened her tongue against the girl's clit, flexing her pink muscle while she thrust her fingers harder and Maeryll whispered breathless encouragement.

"That's it Cin! Ughh, use it, punish it, give me what I need, what I deserve. Do it, do me!"

Cinder worked her fingers faster in and out of Maeryll's eager cunt. The pale elf, her face flushed and her nipples diamond-hard, wriggled like a hooked fish atop Cinder's three-fingered plunging. There was no art to the fingerblasting, no finesse, and certainly no restraint. But hey- sometimes, you just had to jam your hand up your friend's cunt and make a bitch come.

"More!" Maeryll practically howled, her knuckles going white from where she gripped the bars of the dog cage.

"Fuck!" Cinder yelped, a little startled by Maeryll's exuberance. "Ok sheesh, let me change the angle..."

Cinder adjusted, momentarily distracted from the drumbeat of fuckthrusts being shoved up her ass while she tried to satisfy her friend's rapacious cunt. The girl's pussy bore down on Cinder's hand as if Maeryll were trying to draw it up to her wrist inside herself.