Chapter 3 - A big, cold mug of... [Ero]

Now, from the outside Inn of Mirewood appeared bland and simple, like a hovel with crudely carved holes serving for windows. Just a few torches illuminated the thing, attached to the walls rather generously as if to get rid of the ever swallowing darkness. Had it not been likely that it was the only one in miles, no one would get near it. Certainly not a drow, not a higher race that looked down upon such primitivism.

But when Veriline pushed the time worn, used doors and stepped in, her eyes were given the sight of something even rudimentary. It was as dire on the inside as it was on the outside; wooden beams kept the upper floor from falling onto everyone’s heads and the lanterns hanged low. 

The scarred, partially ruined walls were covered with scratches and dust; heavy aroma of beer and ale, mixed with smoke quickly hit sensitive nostrils. Drow moved a hand to her nose and squinted her eyes. Lolth’s bloody, fucking grace, I take back everything about the smell. It’s worse than I ever imagined… God I would rather deal with corpses.

The tavern was rather filled, not many tables had empty seats and while most were taken by the same, drunkenly looking humans, her sharp gaze spotted other races. What a surprise, misery truly loves company. With this simple thought, she moved deeper into the place and passed the ale-guzzling, scaled lizardman that sat with a few other men. 

Really looks like a nest for all sorts of filth… Zarna owes me for this one, gosh. As her mind was littered with another dozen of insults, she moved deeper into the alcohol scented hovel. The drow stepped forward, slowly and with hand by her mouth, so disturbed by the smell that she couldn’t initially sense all the eyes on her. 

With every step of Veriline’s, her buttocks swung to the sides, the grand meat-pounds of nearly a century old ass. Plump and flawless in nature, they nearly rubbed against the faces of sitting patrons, exposed in a way too obscene for other races. 

Bouncy, tender flesh gathered the gazes of the locals, be it the queen-sized behind or slipping, bountiful front. With areolas still sticking out over the edges of darkened steel, her breasts weren’t simply trapped inside the seemingly dysfunctional armor, they appeared piled inside the chestpiece. Like a stopped avalanche, ready to spill out with force. 

After a few more steps, Veriline moved the hand off her noise and began to notice the stares, bending her lips into a little smile. It’s like they saw a woman for the first time in their lives… Sad. Drow scoffed, causing her chest to jump, up and down. 

It was but a second later when she saw a man stand up from one of the tables. Rather tall for a human, with an acceptable face for drow standards. As he obviously was about to approach her, ranger simply folded her arms and kept her smile, staring the human down with pitiful eyes. 

He couldn’t be too old, there was still spark in his eyes and the curly, tawny strands were adding some sort of charm. Veriline wasn’t for the first time in an Inn and she would relish in what was about to happen. Go on, lower yourself before me. Her expression soon was adorned by a vile smirk.

“Welcome, welcome.” His warm, welcoming words soon followed, somehow without a drunken haze to accompany. “We don’t often have guests in Mirewood and rarely ones of such stunning… beauty.” His lips soon gave out a kind smile as well, all while she stared him down. 

“Rightly so.” Veriline’s voice was rather dismissing but at the same time clearly mocking. She briefly peeked at a few other patrons tossing knives at a crude dartboard, apparently trying to prove their mettle. “Crude and primitive, just like everyone around.”

Despite her words, the man who approached her didn’t change his expression, still staring welcomely. “Mirewood may not be up to your royal standards but it’s all we have in this butt-end of nowhere, at the end of the world.”

Royal? Drow nearly choked trying to hold her laughter. I suppose everything clean and civilized is royal to them. Nonetheless, I shouldn’t be too condescending, I still need to learn a few things. Unhappy animals aren’t exactly cooperative. 

“Well…” The man adjusted his clothing a little bit, different from the uniform of the local watch, a jacket that fit him like a glove and a white linen shirt under it, not to speak about the tailored handwear, everything rather patternless but acceptable as far as the place went.

As the elf continued to hold her laughter, he continued with his welcome. “... the name is Arluin. I run the local place. Whatever is left of it but either way, what brings such a beauty to our humble Inn?”

Trying to regain her composure, Veriline inhaled deeply. More like a hovel. Even so, her attention was nearly fully focused on the man in the next second. “I’ve come to find a few things and I hope that I’ll get them before we all die of old age..” Her words turned somewhat derisive as she stepped further, passing the man. 

Arluin followed her with his gaze, keeping his smile. “Hopefully you won’t, Ma’am. Come, sit down, I know that members of the Night Watch tend to be talkative when off duty but I need to say that your arrival stole all words from their mouths.” It was something she noticed, the place certainly quietened when she stepped inside; whether it was the grand mass of shapely meat that accompanied her or just the fact of being a drow, that wasn’t clear.

“So come, rest at The First Frontier. Perhaps for even a few nights.”

Arluin’s hand extended towards one of the tables but Veriline’s eyes turned elsewhere. “First Frontier, of course, such a fitting name.” She muttered with patronising sarcasm and scoffed once more, looking at the shady men throwing knives at a wall. “Do they have rocks for eyes? They’ll be lucky to see a spider at all. Before it eats them, that is.”

“Well…” The innkeeper halted for a moment, blinking in a little uneasy manner and then continuing. “... perhaps you would like to show them how it is done then? We rarely get to see Drow’s finesse in action. Perhaps a little demonstration--” 

Before his wordflow would end, the ranger simply grabbed a knife attached to his waist and tossed it towards the crude dartboard, hitting it in the center. Another elven scoff filled the tavern, all as this time everything went even quieter; most of the experienced guards could track her moves but certainly not react in time. 

“Forgot your tongue? Humans, all the same…” She asked with a high pitched voice, speaking with fake curiosity, as if she approached a child. Briefly, she looked behind her, seeing that human eyes left her qualities for the first time, locked on the knife she threw. Oh, had you all not been so dirty and smelly, I could even enjoy this. It’s like beating up children but with words. 

Her heels soon were to be heard in the tavern, all as they took her to a table. Massive, heavy buttocks fell onto one of the chairs, filling it entirely and covering the seat to the last inch. Scarlet gaze fell on the innkeeper that looked back at her with a confused, perhaps a little shocked face.

Now, the angle was certainly a tricky one if not problematic, the knife perfectly dug into the smallest, middle circle making it a somewhat impressive toss and she did throw it before the eyes of everyone gathered, all without a second of hesitation.

The wooden seat groaned loudly as she took a better position on it, moving her heels onto the table and staring at the man. Content and satisfied with the reaction of the lesser races, Veriline squinted her eyes, taking on the role of a highborn drow, superior to everyone and everything around her. 

“The royalty would like to ask some questions now, so maybe don’t make me wait another century?” Drow’s voice turned demanding, displeased no less. “I have things to learn and then need to leave this place as soon as possible.” 

As the man stared at her with a little confused eyes, she inhaled deeply, pretending to be tired. “Oh lolth’s grace, can you move any slower?” I’m going to get everything I want and then leave before the night ends. All this while showing the lower races their place… Veriline bent her lips into a satisfied smile and began to examine her nails as she saw Arluin moving closer and taking a seat in front of her. … oh Zarna, you need to let me do things on my own more often. 

“So be it.” Innkeeper swallowed deeply and then smiled to her, his expression turning warm and welcoming once more as if nothing had transpired. “What are you exactly looking for, Lady…?”

“It’s ‘Princess’. And Princess Veriline.” She answered in an indifferent manner and took the most unfazed expression she was capable of, all while holding deep satisfaction inside. Oh, I may enjoy this so much. They are so… naive.  

“Deepest apologies, Princess Veriline.” Arluin continued with a little careful tone, making the drow wonder whether he was afraid. She soon saw how he waved his hand at the rest of the patrons, causing the noise and chaos to erupt once more inside the inn. “Forgive me, I think my friends weren’t sure if you’re not a threat to us after your… demonstration.” 

“I suppose so.” She muttered, unhappy with not being the center of everyone’s attention anymore but even so - the obvious occasional peeks of local patrons, thrown at her from time to time, were enough to satisfy her for now. 

“Well, Princess Veriline. What brings you to Mirewood? Is it something important?” Despite his cautious tone, he kept his appearance, behaving like a good host. “We feel obliged to help such a redeemed guest.”

“I’m looking for a shrine in the woods. A shrine to…” She stopped a moment, rising red gaze from her nails. I don’t think I should tell them too much. Least they think of some ancient treasures or something like that. “... one of our gods. My court spider-witch requires it to connect with our goddess and ask her for a blessing.” 

“Oh I see.” Arluin smiled softly. “That’s a curious thing, I think I hear about this for the first time.” His voice changed at the very end, it took a tone she couldn’t exactly distinguish. Scarlet eyes soon fixed on the man, as he continued. “We had a drow princess travel through our city just a month ago…”

Veriline froze. They what? Why would matron’s offspring ever...

“... she did mention that court witches needed no blessings from your goddess; she said that one must have your goddess’ favour to become a spider-witch in the first place. It’s strange...” Arluin’s expression turned even brighter. “... which makes me wonder what’s exactly going on.” 

Archer stared at the man for a short while. Fuck. He’s not clueless.

“But first, would you like something to drink? The night is young and we’re in for a little talk, Princess Veriline.” Something more began to linger inside his eyes, something she soon took for doubt. “No, I have to decline. We drows are not exactly keen on your human brews and broths that you call alcohol…” 

“Oh really? The passing princess was really fond of our Red Mummy Rum, why wouldn’t you be?” He connected his hands under his chin, staring at her with a smile that turned even bigger. 

Fuck. Veriline coughed. “Well in that case… I assume that I could try and get a taste.” Her lips bent into a forced smile, albeit poorly faked. My bloody luck.  Why would anyone important travel through this fucking hole? Scarlet eyes met with the vividly blue ones of the innkeeper. He’s onto something. 

“I had no idea that your inn serves Red Rum, it is in fact our royalty’s favourite.” Drow’s words continued with some sudden and fake appreciation, all as she put a hand on her chest for a gesture of surprise. Everything she spoke, naturally, was just one big lie. To think anyone from us would like such vile piss. Weaver’s grace, I should have at least tasted when I was offered last year. 

“Wonderful, let me get us two mugs of Red Rum. Is that fine?” Arluin asked with a melodious voice as she stood up, peeking softly at her crotch, at the barely covered ladyparts of a “princess”

“If you can manage to do it this century.” She answered, trying to regain her sarcastic voice, just to lose her smile as soon as the man turned around. Is a mug of rum even much? It can’t taste too vile, I probably can force myself to drink the entire thing… Like a Princess. She inhaled deeply, briefly looking at other patrons guzzling alcohol from their own tankards. 

Gotta do what I can. She squinted, tapping the table a few times, rather loudly but the noise was easily lost in the commotion. I would rather end in an aboleth’s belly than be unmasked by such a lowborn cretin. Veriline delved into her thoughts for just a moment longer, eventually looking at her heels. With enough luck he’ll do the job for me. 

Her gaze soon turned towards the innkeeper again, all as he slammed a single, overfilled mug onto the counter. It was a sloven job by all means, she didn’t need a second peek to tell so. Primitive even, there was no other word in her mind to describe the sight of alcohol splashing out of a tankard. 

But it wasn’t what made her nearly recoil in fear. What is this? Why is it so bloody… large?  It was no different to any other she had seen in the tavern, an oaken construction with steel rings but for some reason, larger than any other, functionally a small barrel. 

Uh, I feel a bit sick at the very thought. She shuddered softly but then saw another drinking cup emerge and inhaled deeply. Just like the other, it was rather made for some sort of a brute than a drow like her, frankly even unfit for a human. Red eyes followed the mugs closely as Arluin returned meerily, still with a wide smile on his face.

“One mug of Red Rum for a Princess.” His keen voice reached her ears as the monstrous drink was delivered before her. “I’ve been told this is a good warm up for your kind, a proper drow drinks no less.”

“Naturally. A drop less and I would have your head.” Veriline’s voice was lined with fake agreement as she briefly crossed her eyes with the innkeeper, just to then look down at the rum. A white, dense foam rested on the top, partially covering the vividly red alcohol, seemingly transparent but turning darker and darker the deeper one would look. 

The courageous spark inside drowish eyes slowly faded, all as she couldn’t see the tankard’s bottom. Strong aroma hit her nose like a falling boulder, as if someone stuffed long fermented hops into her face, causing pale skin to turn softly pinkish on the cheeks. 

This is… not good. A deep swallow would be heard if not for the hazy noise of the place; Veriline froze while staring at the rum as if it was a knife she was supposed to stab herself with. 

She twitched wildly when Arluin moved, rising his own mug into the air and giving her yet another wide smile. “Well then, to the bottom, no?” Human voice changed once more to a tone she couldn’t exactly decipher but yet promptly took for a mocking one. “Unless you can’t? I wouldn’t blame if you weren’t that sort of a princess… Or none at all.” 

Last words, spoken with previous tone and even lined with a question, soon reawakened the fire inside her veins. “Don’t grow so complacent with yourself.” She answered his smile with her own smirk. “I was merely surprised over how bad the texture is. Now then, I can’t hold you responsible, you’re only human.” 

“No offense taken.” Arluin bowed softly. “Cheers.” 

“Cheers.” She answered without much interest and then raised the mug before her face. Pretty head was nearly hidden behind the monstrous tankard and scarlet eyes stared into the red liquid. This is… Veriline somehow didn’t finish her own thought, reluctantly bringing puffy lips to the mug’s edge. 

Sudden heat befell her cheeks, turning them even pinker, much more rose than before but still not very noticable on her skin. What is with this smell… It was somehow vile, assaulting her senses in a way she haven’t met before; disgusting but alluring at the same time. It’s so horrible and yet... She took two heavy sniffs, almost involuntarily ...I want to taste it.

Fucking hell… A shuddering inhale sucked more of the alcohol-scented air into her mouth, forcing her to breathe with it solely. Her kisser met the cold rum and when it promptly poured onto her tongue, her fingers clenched around the handle as if trying to crush it. Revolting. How can anyone even drink this…

Vile. Her thoughts continued, each following more hateful towards the drink than the previous one and yet - the mug was slowly raised higher and higher. Veriline felt a strange urge to roll her eyes upwards, all as she felt her body going soft in some way, feeble and somehow moldable in one way or another.

Gulp after gulp, the red booze was poured down her pretty throat, all as she squinted scarlet eyes in an odd manner, as if she couldn’t see well. Disgusting. Just disgusting. This is so repugnant and yet… A drop of sweat suddenly flew down her neck, across the flawlessly pale skin and then between the monstrous mounds of drow flesh. 

… I can’t stop drinking.

Feeling as the worst brew to date was drowning her taste buds, she only guzzled further for reasons she couldn’t even name. The mug gradually raised, bit by bit, swallow after swallow; all as Veriline emptied the mug like a thirsty animal. 

Eventually, an empty tankard was slammed against the table, not even a tiniest pool resting at the bottom. A heavy hit that forced the trapped flesh of elven bust to wiggle softly in its own prison, everything to the delight of a human innkeeper. 

Arluin canted his head in a curious manner, all while shamelessly eyeing the deep cleavage of drow’s cushions. “I hope it was up to the standard.” An amused tone soon sneaked into his voice as he added. “I didn’t expect you to drink the entire thing, you know.” His mug, lacking maybe a quarter of the liquor, gently met the counter. “I probably didn’t mention but ‘To the bottom’ is just a phrase we use.” 

“You fucking…” Veriline muttered, staring at the table with squinted eyes and swallowing deeply. Her stomach felt heavy but her body felt like a feather. I didn’t need to drink this entire… repugnant mud-brew? The taste lingered on her tongue, vile and heavy, permeating and yet forcing her to awash her mouth with saliva, just to swallow it in a hope to get more of the aroma. 

A proper blush was now on her face, pinkish and troubled in some way. A shuddering breath left her lips, shallow and sharp, just like the words that soon followed. “... low-born cretin. Why didn’t you say it before I…” She inhaled once more, spreading the puffy lips far and wide for some reason, grasping the precious air. Words came with difficulty. “... before I drank this.” Imbecile, I’ll skin you alive...

“That’s not very royal for a princess to be so impolite towards her subjects.” Arluin answered without much hesitation, completely unfazed by her words, perhaps a little entertained even. "However, a bit of politeness might make up for it."

"After all, you wouldn't like anyone to doubt whether you are a princess?“

You little… Veriline swallowed her saliva once more, staring at the man and taking a better position on the chair; rubbing the heavy mass of her innate cushions against heated wood. …I am the finest thing you've seen in your life and you dare doubt me.

Another load of booze-flavored saliva was pushed down her throat as she rested her heavy, dizzied gaze of the empty mug. And yet he isn't wrong… All this while Veriline could feel his amused gaze as if he was the better of the two. 

"I want you to be silent." She muttered quietly and eyed the tankard, staring at the few drops resting on inner walls. Scarlet eyes quivered softly, all whilst she felt the heat on her skin. "... if you may…"

"Now that's more like it." Arluin supported his head with a hand and stared at the shaken elf, enjoying the view. "You seem to have trouble with the heat."

"I'm fine." Veriline barked back, all whilst her cheeks were turning redder and redder with every passing moment. She felt the alcoholic scent permeating her lungs, doubtlessly bound to the warmth she now experienced. 

"Naturally but the chairs like to keep the heat for a good while." He continued keenly, taking a sip of his own rum. "You may want to sit next to me, the seat is still cold. It may help."

Scarlet eyes peeked softly to her left, staring at the shiny and simple oaken seat. This… makes a lot of sense. Drowish thoughts could be slow by this point but doubtlessly weren't incapable of good judgement. 

There may be truth in what he says. She felt how her massive bottom rested uncomfortably on the chair; it was made for lesser races, forcing her buttocks to softly stick outside its borders as if they were too big. 

Veriline wriggled a little on the seat, left and right. She could sense how they stuck to the wood and reluctantly separated themselves from it. I am still a drow. She told herself, feeling a drop of sweat go down her belly. 

"Fine then…" She swallowed once more and stood up firmly but slowly, the very chair following her asscheeks as if stuck for good. Drowish body felt the new weight attached to its rear; a simple but inspiring work of adhesion. Yet that wouldn’t last long, as soon it slowly began to detach itself from her heated skin.

A juicy sound filled the tavern not much after; all as the wooden surface was separating itself from the plump, heavy pounds of ashen rear-meat. Gradual, lessening noise, finished by the very thud of oaken furniture that fell down once more. All of it revealing the grand cushions of a drow ranger, round and tender like the freshest game.

With the onyx thong disappearing helplessly between these two marvels, everyone could see how outer parts of her bottom qualities were adorned with red marks. Wondrous lines running dents across the elven skin, showing just how much they outsized the chair in a way most straightforward, eye-pleasing to say the least.

Why is it so silent now… I couldn’t be that loud. Veriline’s thoughts were now lined not just with some sort of haze but also annoyance. Nonetheless, she could feel how her bottom was stricken with heat and to combat it, she moved around the table and sat on the fresher seat. 

A soft shudder ran through her body when monstrous buttocks befell the cold chair with a respectable thump but even so, she still felt the warmth beneath her skin. As another helpless piece of furniture was buried beneath her flesh, she squinted her eyes softly in an uneasy manner.

She sat next to the human, not too close but much closer than before, now facing the rest of the tavern as well. What are you staring at, you… She didn't finish her thought as Arluin cut in. 

"Any better?" He smiled softly, asking with almost believable care. "It would seem that heat hasn't left your body just yet.”

“Silence you…” Veriline didn’t finish, remembering to be polite. Why do I even care about this? A drow princess would never bother herself with human opinion. She clenched her teeth a little, shivering softly. This bloody heat, it's beneath my skin. And I feel so light… Did they poison me?

“Did you dare to put venom in my drink?” She asked with anger in her heart but somehow couldn’t put it into her words. Whether it was really unfit for a princess to act uncouthly towards her subjects, she couldn’t exactly tell. I won’t be taking any risks till im sure…

“No, naturally not.” Arluin spoke with some sort of offense in his words, all while staring right into her bust. Sky-blue eyes curiously observed the elven rack; enjoyed the sight of size no lesser than this which bestowed drow’s bottom, yet unlike plump rear-flesh, it was trapped. Pilled inside an iron breastplate and jailed tightly beneath strange armor.

“It was most impolite for you to even assume so.” The innkeeper continued with a little smile, shamelessly eyeing the flesh. “One would say very… unroyal. Makes me wonder if you can even pay for your drink. I didn’t plan to demand a recompensation since your bloodline but now I start to doubt myself…” 

Puffy lips spread softly, full and just a few shades darker than her skin, a natural wonder that needed no lipstick.“I… I didn’t mean to.” Fuck… I don’t have a copper piece on myself. She swallowed deeply and then opened her mouth once more, willing to say words but being interrupted once more. 

“Perhaps if you apologized.” His voice quickly turned devoid of the vexed tone, replaced by one most content. “Then I could truly say that a portion of rum was on the house today. You see, a polite and yet diplomatic approach.”

“One of a princess.”

He’s… not wrong. Red gaze briefly peeked at the human, at the charming smile and tawny strands, suddenly so much more appealing than before. And he’s not a fool. Maybe even… smart? It was a thought most unfitting and somewhat ridiculous, yet no matter how she tried, she simply couldn’t drive it away. 

This lowborn… She formulated a simple thought and yet it took her longer than it should; Veriline still felt airy and there was heat right beneath her skin albeit not between her legs just yet. But I must remember why I’m here. Scarlet eyes fell onto the other patrons but wouldn’t see too much as for a reason most unknown to her, her vision turned a little blurry. 

I promised to Zarna… Another load of saliva was suddenly found in her mouth and she gulped it down promptly. I need to prove that I can manage on my own. No matter the cost. Besides… it’s just a meaningless apology.

“Well?” He asked in a rushing manner, taking a sip of his liquor. 

“I… Apologize.” Drowish ranger prolonged the word in an uncertain way, her tone clearly forced and far from natural. 

“Now, that didn’t sound very genuine to me.” He clicked a few times with his tongue in a way that was most disdainful. “It would appear I need to go back and get my ledger from the shelves….”

“I a-apologize…” She stuttered, in half taken by anger, in half struck by awkwardness, not to speak of shame. To think I need to lower myself before this lowly animal. “... for my behaviour and…” Red gaze once more ended up on the human, meeting the provocative but lovely smile. Those bloody eyes, what’s wrong with them? 

Veriline swallowed yet again, steeling herself to for what was to come. Just like the consorts, just remember what they say. “I h-humbly apologize for my behaviour and hope that it will be forgiven.” With a strange blush on her face, this time not born solely of the alcohol and with clear vexation in voice, she spat out the words that burned her tongue.

“Apology accepted.” Arluin’s voice turned merry, all as he wetted his tongue in the reddish alcohol and soon continued promptly. “How about the rest of the rum then? When are you going to pay for it?”

“W-What?” She nearly jumped on her chair, glaring at the man in confusion. But he just said that....

“I have said that a portion of rum will be on the house, a treat for our princess to ensure everything is up to the standard.” He explained briefly but clearly. “That’s like a quarter of the mug that I’ve given you. What about the rest?” His keen expression made her heart stop for a while. 

This little… Uhhhh. Veriline clenched her teeth and let out an angered sound, something between a groan and a sigh. “That’s... “ I can’t leave without paying. He would say that… A shuddering breath shook her softly, all as she trembled whilst taking it. … that it is not very princless-like. 

“But don’t worry, be my guest. Your well being is what I care the most about.” He put a hand to his heart, speaking with a genuine voice. “I believe it’s the heat that makes it so difficult for both of us. If you do something to make it easier for yourself, then I believe I could let another, let’s say, quarter of the rum be on the house.”

Another quarter? That’s… Her tongue ran across her palate, all as she made the math happen inside her head. … that’s half of the thing gone already. Scarlet eyes raised onto Arluin, a little glassy but certainly with sharpness deep within. “I believe I could do so.” He’s right about the heat. I barely can think because of it.

“Wonderful. You see, we can’t exactly open windows in here nor can I let you go outside but perhaps the armor could go.” His lips bent into a wide smile as they stared at each other for a shorter while, for it was just the amount of time Veriline’s brain required. Eventually, it hit her. 

“W-Why would I ever remove my armor? It’s certainly not the issue.” Or is it? Ranger looked down at herself; the steel squeezed her breasts greatly and made the flesh stick out beyond its borders, even if just a little, something she always compared to the work of Zarna’s tights. Leather belts stuck closer to her skin, she could spot a few drops of sweat. 

“Well then I’m afraid I must go for the ledger…” 

“No!” She barked quickly and with a feeble voice, an order without any backing to it. Unintentional and obviously, not very princess-like. Fuck. Arluin’s eyebrow raised softly as she took a longer while to utter anything more. 

“A princess should not have any debts…” With utmost effort, she managed to sound a little more calm, perhaps even compose a few more sensible thoughts. “... and I was about to remove it myself. D-Do not think that you have come up with the idea before me, you lowborn-” She suddenly cut her words, to be impolite was quite unroyal. 

“Of course.” He agreed, hiding his expression behind the mug of alcohol and taking a small sip. “Forgive me for my brazen approach.”

Good. He knows his place again. Drow nodded to herself, all while raising her hand to one of the many leather belts and then grabbing it softly, or rather attempting to. Yet, the slick fingers sometimes found themselves not where she wanted them to be and the steel rings that connected different straps were suddenly slippery from the sweat. 

Whether it was a minute or five, Verilne couldn’t exactly tell as she tried to unclasp, undo her own armor. Failing miserably, she grew more and more annoyed, feeling more and more shamed by her own inability to do something as simple. Come on you fucking… 

Arluin contently stared at the properly stewed drow, at her attempt to unclasp one of the rings, sometimes throwing her head back and forth in the simplest form of fury. His eyebrows raised up once more when she let out a quiet growl and then stopped entirely, staring down at her own thighs, thighs he wouldn’t mind to stare at himself. 

“I…” She uttered with exasperation in her voice and a few white strands going down her face. A heavy, heated breath escaped her puffy lips as she left her hands on the alluring legs, pressing them into the ashen flesh. “I will require your help.” Not a single word more she said afterwards, simply sitting and waiting. 

“Oh. Naturally.” Heavy mug of rum rested back on the table and soon he stood up, unhurriedly moving behind the drow who wouldn’t raise an eye. “Will be a pleasure to aid the princess.” 

“Do not consider it the usual state of things.” She barked again, swallowing with an uneasy expression. Veriline clenched her fists and took another deep breath, inhaling the sweat-scented air, all while being in deep disbelief of her very situation. 

When a dozen of abashed thoughts ran across her dizzied mind, Arluin looked down at the girl, at the monumental bust that made her who she was. Perhaps the deepest cleavage in these sides of the world, topped with the shamelessly sticking out areolas. It was quite the visual prelude but as his fingers made it onto the flawless skin, he knew the real show was about to begin.

Drow shivered softly, feeling his touch and being absolutely unprepared for what it was. W-Why is he so gentle. A heavy swallow was to be heard as the first clasp was undone, as one of the belts began to hang down. Humans are supposed to be primitive, dirty… A-And why did he start with the rear ones. Doesn’t he know that...

Another buckle was undone and the entirety of her steel armor suddenly moved, forced forward by sheer size of the bust they had covered. She twitched, feeling as her nipples suddenly jumped out from the chestpiece. Right on the edge, resting on the golden lining, stiff for some unnamable reason.

This is not… how it should be. T-They will stare at me. Another strap on her back was undone and the heavy breastplate was pushed even further; decades old udders began to reclaim ground, about to be free at last. W-Why did I… She thought as human fingers made it to the last of leather belts, stretched to no end, holding the entirety of elven front-meat. 

… drink the entire thing? 

Then it was done, the final buckle was unbinded and it was unleashed. Grand, steel armor fell down, hitting the table and leaving scars on the wood, all before tumbling onto the ground with a thud. 

Heat ridden flesh followed and bursted forward, free from its prison. The decades old mass of drowish bust fell onto the table and spilled across the counter. Plump to no end and with skin flawless; the size too grand for any pair of human hands to grab fully. Wondrously they rested on the table, like a greatest of meals, a feast for many.

Veriline swallowed nervously and then shuddered, feeling as her rack was revealed, almost as if served on a silver plate. Don’t… She raised the scarlet gaze briefly, quickly meeting the predatory eyes of many; eyes carefully locked on her tender gifts and the dark, proper nipples. D-Don’t stare like that. 

She inhaled deeply, feeling as warmth still seeded deeply beneath her skin, clearly shown by the drops of sweat that adorned her skin, only adding to the appearance of a hot-meal. “Do not think is the natural state of t-things.” She nearly growled, yet in the most helpless manner, all while heavy blush painted itself on her face, no longer from the temperature alone. 

“Oh, obviously not. It’s just business.” Arluin smiled and then contently watched the wonder of elven flesh in all of its glory and there was a lot of it. His hands fell onto her shoulders, for some reason icy as the rum she drank. “How dare you touch me like-” She growled and then suddenly stopped, feeling as his touch became stronger, making her body react instantly to the cold.

Uuuh… Nipples, shaded like machony, began to stiffen, stimulated by the cold and soon growing hard. Her hands dug into plump thighs and flesh spilled between her fingers, all as she heard a voice speaking right to her long, slick ear. “How about the rest of your debt? Red rum isn’t cheap and you still have to pay for two portions.”

“H-How is this not enough…” Veriline’s voice turned shaky, pretentious and filled with annoyance but it was clear as the sky that it was but a farce to hide the deep vexation and sense of humiliation. To think I’ll be… shamed like this by filthy, lowborn…

“I believe we could find a common ground in this troublesome situation.” He continued, ignoring her words. “I do happen to run this little inn and your debt is to be settled with me alone. So perhaps I could let you get away with it…”

“.. should you work for me?”

“W-What?” She raised eyes of disbelief onto the innkeeper, her lips spread softly as she suddenly felt cold wind enter the room; her nipples stiffened even more and alabaster strands softly fluttered. 

“A single night of course.” Arluin’s voice was silken but soon the man shrugged. “Of course you have the right to decline but in such a case we would need to…” He spread his hands in an expressive manner. “... arrest you and make sure you repay it in one way or another. Who knows, maybe your priestess will be so keen to come and pay the fine.”

Smirk on his face turned almost predatory as Verilne clenched her teeth to the point of near breaking. If Zarna finds me like that… She swallowed deeply and looked down onto her spilled bust. 

“So?” He asked in a rushing manner, giving her little time to think.

She let out a sound that could be taken for a whine or a groan, perhaps both at once but it seeped with the wondrous uneasiness and shame; a choice was about to be made from pure necessity and she hated every part of it. “I… agree.” She spoke with a beaten voice and a long pause, making a face of pure defeat.

“Wonderful.” Arluin hands raised softly from her shoulders, all as he took a step to the side.  “Then I believe you’re ready to start as our little barmaid. You’ll start with cleaning but first let me take care of something else.”

“H-Hold up.” She quickly whimpered, the realization of his words hitting her swiftly and breaking through the dizzy thoughts. Pretty head soon looked up, trying to meet scarlet eyes with those of the human. “I didn’t--” 

And she did meet them, making her own spread widely and letting out a shocked moan. As if cut with a knife, the surprised sound vanished when her puffy, full lips met human ones. Veriline froze initially, horrified with the kiss that was forced upon her and eventually tried to back off, just to feel a heavy hand on the back of her head. 

Youuu little…  Her fingers twitched as she felt her pretty kisser be claimed by the crude lowborn. Don’t push it into my mouth… Caught up in this connection that she couldn’t break, she felt her body going limp. Why is he… so… Her thought turned tangly as Arluin’s tongue conquered her mouth, pushing the drowish, inexperienced one back, dancing with it and winning in every aspect. 

Another whine escaped her throat, muffled and helpless. Her hand fell onto the man’s thigh and grasped it heavily, perhaps in some need for a support, perhaps for other reasons. And so it continued, their drawn-out, prolonged kiss that made their saliva mix, kiss that made Veriline’s mind go number and number. 

… so good at it. Her grasp turned weaker as she slowly surrendered, forcefully but gradually learning to enjoy the sensation that was pushed onto her. The cute, untrained tongue soon was but a toy to the man, one he enjoyed greatly and especially as he felt her going weaker and weaker. 

For reasons she couldn’t name, Veriline felt her eyes rolling up, bit by bit, accompanying her slow but sure capitulation. It shouldn’t taste like that… Her hand shuddered and he kept her for just a while longer, a timeless moment where she forgot about everything and everyone around her.

A forced boundary, an inch away from bliss.

Second after, as she was about to experience this sensation, he pulled back, separating two pairs of busy lips and forming strings of saliva between their tongues. “That’s more like it.” He whispered, moving a finger on her chin and forcing it up, all while remnants of their mixed saliva were allowed to fall back into her open, spread wide jaws.

Arluin’s smile turned radiant as he could witness her visage; a raging, vivid blush on beautiful cheeks, softly rolled up eyes of submission and heaving of bare chest. Hot, deep breaths reached him, scented like the absurd amount of alcohol she poured into herself. With this beautiful sight, worthy to set it on a canvas, he kept her head facing upwards.

“Forgive my brazen approach but I had to do it before we’re done.” He sent her a wink, enjoying how she panted weakly with extended tongue, with jaws open wide. Looking like a dog that hungered for a meal or perhaps a person who desperately tried to get a taste off her tastebuds. 

What is this? A confused, desperate thought resounded inside her mind, clouded by the dizzy mists of whatever dimmed her perception. Why did it feel like that… Craving for more against her own better judgement, she swallowed the mixed saliva, relishing in the taste of something she couldn’t name. So disgusting but so good…

A gentle hand ran across her cheek, caressing it softly and exploring the touch of bare, hot drow skin. “Now now, let us not get off the track, correct?” He spoke as she remained in the trance, feeding on the very memory of alcoholic aroma mixed with human juices. Oblivious to everything, she only saw shadows approach in the corner of her eye and heard rustle of the clothes. 

She felt the man move behind and once more a hand fell onto her shoulder, whilst other slapped her cheek a few times, gently but firmly, enough to bring her back to the living. “Wake up, princess. There’s so much work to do.” 

“What?” She muttered slackly and blinked, instinctively swallowing deeply and finding herself staring at the ceiling with softly blurred vision. I was… Right. I kissed him and it felt so good.  Veriline’s cloudy thoughts continued as she felt her chin be grasped once more and soon her attention was redirected, forcing the girl to look forward. What more does he want…?

Someone stood before her and scarlet eyes raised briefly. Another human but he doesn’t look that bad… Drow blinked again, trying to regain the sharpness of her vision. None of them really looked bad… Well built and shaven… She shook her head softly, as if to get rid of wrong thoughts. 

What is he doing? It finally caught her attention as the man untied his trousers, causing something to jump up, something thick and pinkish at the top. Wha- Her thought wouldn’t be finished as a quiet slap was to be heard, it fell onto her face and covered it succulently, from the lips to the nose.

A wave of heat met her face, as if she opened forge’s gates, the drow felt it across her head. Her nostrils suddenly moved in response to some fleshy, nearly palpable smell; thick as mud and permeating, making her unable to inhale anything but it. Vile. Only a single word appeared in her mind as she swallowed a sudden, rich load of saliva.

“What is this thing? Why is it on my face…?” She asked with a low voice, dazed like after a concussion. She shuddered, feeling the heat and having a single drop of sweat trickle down her chin, right onto the right udder.

Arluin’s voice came quickly, right from behind her head. Firm and loud with a tone of a businessman. “This, dear Princess Veriline, is a dick. They will be an important part of your job, starting today.” 

Dick? She asked herself and her lips twitched in some repulsion, laying an unintentional semi-kiss on the lower shaft and getting a taste. So overly salty. Her lips pouted in displeasure and pressing even more against human skin. And it is so hot… Why did he even take it out? Nasty pig…

“Disgusting.” A single word was allowed to escape the pretty lips, all as they lied beneath the meat of the lowborn. 

“Don’t be like that.” Arluin clearly turned amused as he answered, soon adding. “It’s important that you learn how to appreciate it. Your debt is hefty and only growing with every second you hesitate.” She twitched softly as the respectable tool was taken off her face, just for the tip to soon land right before her lips. 

“Go on, kiss it.” 

“Why would I ever…?” Veriline’s tone was still heavy and confused but also seeping with aversion. It’s a filthy human dick, they aren’t for kissing. Her nostrils still flared, assaulted with the fleshy stench, one that seemed to be slowly burning into her brain. They are for…

“It’s a part of your job, after all.” The voice continued to speak, this time right into her ear, loudly and with some sort of logic to it. “I’ve said there will be a lot of cleaning and this is where you start. So go on, give it a proper kiss. Like a proper princess.” 

Her eye twitched softly, as she stared down the pinkish head. Like a princess… Drow’s lungs filled with precious air, this time richly scented with the scent of a male, with the aroma of a dick, one that hanged right before her visage. “Only because I owe you.” Once again she swallowed a rich amount of saliva. “Do not get any foolish ideas.”

“Naturally.” He agreed melodiously. 

Only because I owe him… She reassured herself in her mind and then pouted the pretty, full lips. Dark kisser slowly approached the bottom of the cockhead, right where the glans converged and where the scent stood heaviest. To think I’ll be kissing a lowborn’s cock…. Her tongue ran outside to moisten the important parts almost instinctively 

But so it happened, the elven maws met hot meat and pressed against it, firmly and without hesitation. For a moment, from the right perspective, drow ranger was hidden beneath human cock, wondrously concealed in the most unroyal, submissive manner. 

Taste of the manhood soon assaulted drow senses, salteous and firm, not to be denied or mistaken. Disgusting. She shuddered, soon having her nostrils flare again; she was at the source of the male stench. 

She squinted her eyes softly, feeling as her mind went numb again. There was something in this smell and she couldn't name it but it was making her feel different. Not the worst I’ve seen but still.... Her lips momentarily pressed harder against it and a quiet, gentle smooch was to be heard. 

"Now that's a good start." Arluin's voice reached her once more, all as she stared at the tool before her. The taste lingered in her mouth, causing Veriline to swallow another load of saliva. It's… The way her taste buds reacted to it, she just couldn't name it. 

"A princess is not afraid to use everything she has." He spoke as he grabbed her jaws, softly at first but soon with more firmness to it. This lowborn imbecile, I didn’t allow him to touch me like that. Mild irritation presented itself on her face, all as she soon had her mouth spread forcefully. 

Dark lips spread beautifully and exposed the wondrous insides of drowish maws; the alabaster teeth and uneasily moving tongue, the gathered saliva and its stretching strings, connecting top and bottom of the fleshy love chamber. Veriline’s eye twitched yet again. This disgraceful position. If it wasn’t for the debt…

“Let’s get some practice then. Extend your tongue.” Arluin whispered once more and made her shiver, all as she was exposed, opened in a way. You filth, I’ll show you practice when this is over. Despite her thoughts, she promptly presented it, watching as the tip of the tool was slowly approaching.

Why am I still… She didn’t finish her thought as the human meat suddenly met her taste buds, making them drown in the taste she couldn’t name. Uuuuuh…  Veriline felt her eyes slowly go up, not quite fully but in a decent manner. With tongue extended and serving as a rag for the human’s cock, she had her expression turn somewhat messy. 

Arluin’s hands left her pretty face, all as she felt lowborn’s precum slowly drip onto her sensitive lingua, drowning one bud after another. “Get used to the taste, it’s your favourite after all.” He purred as the other man began to rub his tool alongside her tongue, spreading the nectarous juices. 

It’s not… She argued in her mind, all her senses melted under the flavor, one that somehow turned her nipples even harder, making them stand just wonderfully. Ranger felt all the heavy stares and in the corner of her eye, she saw the lizardman staring at her with some strange intent. Stop staring you bunch of filthy… It is not my favourite...

She felt the human hands fall onto her shoulders once more as he guided her forward. “Now, pull it all back into your pretty jaws.” He spoke right into her long ear and she suddenly looked down, converging her sight at the extended, precum bathed tongue. “Like a princess.” He added, his voice devilish. 

L-Like a princess… She nodded to herself and then with face of pure uneasiness began to retract her tongue, slowly pulling it back inside and then closing her kisser, feeling as the nectar spilled all around her insides. This is so thick and it tastes so… Veriline howled quietly in her own mind, especially when Arluin wouldn’t stop speaking.

“Your favourite, relish in it. Don’t swallow.” He whispered contently. “Keep it in and just enjoy.” 

She did as he said, for some reason her mind turned slow and cloudy, too dazed to think on its own and capable of only listening. It’s not my favourite… This though repeated itself for yet another time in her mind as she felt her tongue nearly stick to the palate. It is too… There was just not a right word to describe it, not at this point. 

And then, he suddenly said. “Swallow.”

She did as ordered, suddenly pushing it down the pretty, tight throat. There wasn’t too much of it but Veriline felt how it clogged the insides of her neck, sticking to the walls in odd manner and making her want to drink something, just to push it down. It’s in my belly now. Drow’s thought as her expression melted into some mix of stupidity and repulsion.

As the flavour raged inside her pretty jaws, she twitched a few times, her fingers digging into the plump flesh of ashen thighs. Eventually most of it seemed to flow down and rest in her belly like a succulent but salty honey. As if engraved into her instincts, she knew that moment perfectly and suddenly grasped a heavy, starved breath.

She held it in herself for a good while, all as her eyes were softly rolled up, just to then exhale deeply. A hot wave of air hit the human tool, scented like alcohol and thick nectar, things that suddenly had more power than one would expect. She remained somewhat absent for a short while, all till the voice reached her again.

“Good girl. Paying your debts like a real princess.” It was, somehow, reassuring her; she was not only acting like royalty of her kind but also making herself even. “Makes me sure that we’ll be done before the end of the night.” He added with the most melodious of voices. “A very good performance.”

Good… performance? Her thoughts seemed to tangle with each other but as much as she could tell, it was a good thing. Of course it is good. This simple bit of inborn arrogance allowed her to gain some clarity and feel the heavy stares of men, all around her. What are you staring at? Her scarlet eye met the gaze of a massive lizardman, he dared to just look at her with folded arms. Judging me like some…

“Now, let us test one more thing before the job is yours. Open your mouth wide.” The instructions were clear and she did so, albeit slowly. Does he want me to kiss it again? Or is he going to just rub it. She assumed so but neither happened, she only felt hands of the second man fall onto her head, all whilst Arluin stepped away. 

What do you think you’re do-- Suddenly she met the rod, her pretty face hit with a quiet, wet thud of a male tool. It slid across her cheek and then between her spread lips, just to end on the other side.  Her hands raised in some sort of quick disagreement but suddenly froze when the blushed, pretty cheek was slapped once more, leaving indecent stains on the other side of her visage.

Seeing another swing, she softly closed her eyes in great annoyance, just to feel how the hot meat clapped her face once more. Uuuuuh… I’ll murder every single one and-- But her thought wouldn’t be finished as Arluin struck her once more, not with flesh but word. 

“Very good… You’re a good girl, Veriline. Great princess even.” Her long, elven ear was bestowed with Arluin’s words.

Words that shouldn’t make her feel as proud as they did. Neither should they absolve her of anger so quickly.

“Now, be so kind and suck our friend off. Barmaids from where I come do it all the time.”

With one eye closed and hidden under the throbbing girth, she looked at the fat tool and took a little grumpy expression. She did need to pay off her debts and make sure that Zarna will not be disappointed in her; Arluin’s words were making her somewhat prideful and she relished in that feeling. 

Human’s manhood moved off her face and she had the tip right before her lips once more, waiting so eagerly and nearly steaming with the male scent. A princess is not afraid to use everything she has. The words resounded in her mind as her face turned uneasy but even with that expression, she spread her dark maws. 

Just to pay debts. She reminded herself, approaching the pinkish head of a lowborn’s cock, making it cornered, trapped between her jaws. And to make Zarna proud. 

Then her lips closed around it and she moved forward, her hand quickly grabbing the edge of the table for support. Veriline heard a sudden moan from the man and began to move back and forth in a slow and full manner, feeling as the shaft pressed against her tongue. The salty taste was being rubbed into her taste buds once more, this time on her own accord. 

On the eyes of everyone, she slid across his tool in a careful, alluring manner, something inborn to her kind. Everything with her head softly turned to the side in a somewhat unnatural manner, all with the queenly bust resting on the table alike a spilled wonder of flesh.

There was something tantalizing in that motion; the sight of her lips sticking wondrously close to his shaft and the wet trail they left. The drow backed off a little at some point and took a quiet breath, holding the tip with her tongue for a moment and returning to her work in no time. 

Disgusting… I’m sucking him off. She thought while her lips wouldn’t let go of his shaft as if stuck. Her tongue began to run across puffy head, slipping under the glans and ensuring their spotless state. Scarlet eyes raised from the shaft for just a moment, taking a quick peek at the crowd. 

And they are all watching. Elven gaze again crossed with this of a lizardman, he still stood with folded arms and a judging look on his face. She scoffed in her mind and then focused once more on the fat tool, pushing her head further in a flowing motion, getting past the half of his shaft. Like a bunch of animals, watching each other mate. 

Another male moan resounded inside the tavern and she felt heavy hands fall onto her head, helping her move. “She’s a fucking nautral.” The man’s voice was somewhat hoarse, not silken like this of Arluin but it somehow added to the entire situation in a way she couldn’t name. Of course I am a natural. Veriline let out a quiet slobbering noise and squinted her eyes a little.  It’s humiliating for him to touch me… 

But it doesn’t feel that bad. She swallowed once more, her saliva and not only. It does feel kind of… Alabaster head pulled back a little, forced by the man; the drowish tongue began to work around the human's tip, running across the glans and keeping them spotless. … kind of good. 

And she worked on it, at times with tongue outstretched and right beneath the shaft, serving as a slippery bed to run on. It was veiny to some degree, especially at the bottom and each of those veins disappeared in her mouth, every now and then. It was not a clean job and, when she moved backwards, tiny bubbles formed on the edge of her lips, just to then break silently. 

A thin trail of saliva began to trickle towards his ballsack, something that she spotted quickly with tired annoyance in her eyes. Bloody hell… She slid back across its length in one, smooth move and then separated puffy lips from the tip, forming tiny strings of mixed juices, just to break them by moving beneath.

Why does it have to be shaped like that? A kiss was laid once more onto the bottom of his glans, much like before but this time she spread her maws a little bit and slithered down, collecting the excessive spit. “ You’re a good girl but don’t leave it alone like that, princess.” Arluin’s voice made something lit inside her, something she liked a little bit too much.

I know you imbecile. She growled discontentedly in her mind and soon raised her little hand, grabbing the tool and beginning to stroke it. Slick fingers ran across the wet meat, silken in touch but somehow getting quite the grasp. Her movements were short at first but the further she descended down the shaft’s bottom, the longer they became.

Eventually she broke away from the very cock and took to the ballsack itself, going down and sucking on the baggy skin, making sure all of her saliva is back from whence it came. They are so clumsy and messy… A slobbering sound once more filled the tavern, mixing with the wet noises of her hand.

Royal endeavours soon left the male gems shiny, covered in saliva but not in a dripping manner. To perform her duty as well as she could, Veriline had her face pressed into the ballsack at some point, her noise taking a deep inhale of human scent, all before leaving his balls spotless, as if polished. 

She heard the human moan once more and as she emerged from beneath his meat, a small, uneasy smile appeared on her face. This may be beneath me but it is easy. Her lovely maws spread and covered the pinkish head in half, squeezing precum right into her mouth. And I think I got used to the taste, maybe even the smell. 

She did feel tired in a way, dizzy still and somehow couldn’t get the kiss out of her head but it all didn’t matter that much. Guess humans are just humans after all. So easy to impress them… Veriline’s tongue assaulted the tip from above, putting some pressure onto it, forcing the salteous nectar out with ease. … so easy to be a good girl. 

Now that makes me wonder... She flowed forward, as if sliding on the shining, wet shaft of the man. Her tongue served as a rug, the meat simply kept going further and further into her, greeted by the hot muscle and then by the heat of her inner mouth. Could I possibly…. Veriline asked herself, moving past the half of the tool and then deeper, for the first time not returning back after that border. 

Drow heard the male moan as she gave him the taste of her tight, warm throat; with that she kept going forth. Her vision laid obscured greatly but sharp eyes caught the surprised stares of some and the shift of the atmosphere, not a single one of them expected her to keep advancing. So easy to subvert their expectations. 

There was something within her that wanted her to back off, something that made her cough quietly with maws full of male meat. Choking softly, she twitched and her long, slick ears were bestowed with the pleased response once more. No matter what I’ll do, they will be pleased with it. 

Humans are just so… Puffy lips slid even further, sticking close to the shaft and spread a little more than ever before, breaking borders. Her grasp over the table tightened as she forced herself forward, making the tool disappear, inch by inch. Within a few seconds, as she felt a little weak in the flesh, she finally did it. … predictable.

Dark, pretty kisser met the very crotch; human cock disappeared fully, seemingly too large to do so before but now as if gone entirely. Hidden inside the jaws of the ranger, it reached far beyond the border of her mouth, entering into the very throat but only briefly. The pinkish head, not to be seen by anyone, could taste the tightest, warmest throat.

Veriline felt some tension rise within herself and once it reached her peak, she suddenly backed off. Sliding across the dick, she unveiled it in manner no different to this in which a sword leaves a scabbard - swiftly and making you wonder how did one fit into the other and how much is left.

When full lips met the glans once more, she bobbed backwards, making the juicy pop sound, her head bounced to one side, the cock towards another. Scarlet eyes instantly examined the maiden's own work; a fat, wet, hot slab of meat that hung before her face, now connecting to her only by the thick strings of precum.

She took a heavy breath and that was all the respite she was given, for soon someone grasped her chair and made it turn to the side, fully and in an almost violent manner. Her monstrous breasts slid off the counter and fell down, just to hang like udders of the finest cow.

Her eye twitched when another two rods rose before her face, one larger than the other; all three surrounding her face from all sides, obscuring elven vision even more. Her nostrils flared wildly when it hit her, the fresh scent of yet another pair of cocks. The first she already licked spotless, she permeated itself with its taste and smell but those two weren’t like that. They were still unworked  and had to be ready for a while now, waiting.

It was a heavy, lingering stench unlike any other, Veriline felt as if it was starting to cling to her since the very first exposure. So uncivilized. Another heavy breath filled her lungs, this time well mixed with the aroma of male meat. It does seem like they even mate in groups… perhaps I should call them herds at this point.

She soon swallowed and heard her own saliva go down the tight throat, she still had debts to pay and she still had eyes of all those men on her; that bloody lizardman still stood there with folded arms, staring her down and judging as if he had any right to do so. Filthy animals haven’t seen enough in his eyes. A shuddering breath left her lips once more and soon she moved her hand, moving alabaster strands off the pretty face. 

Like a good girl.

“Bunch of animals.” She muttered as her hands rose towards the rods, Veriline soon felt the heat of both tools, even before she laid her slick hands onto them. A bit different from each other, she could tell the small differences in size or shape but it didn’t matter, they all were but cocks of lowborn races. Lesser, worse than what her kind had to offer, this she obviously did not know but assumed as much.

I bet I could find twice as much if I was to go down a drow’s pants. She squinted her eyes and after a proper spit, began to stroke the swollen tools, not just a simple up and down movement but much more; her wrists moving to the sides as she wrapped around the girths, back and forth. What a thought to have. It was not something the elf would expect from herself but alas, she was where she was. 

And there was no chance in demonwebs or any other realms that a human’s cock could be better than this of a fellow drow. Her hands felt almost small on the rods whenever she looked at them, it was somewhat odd, alluring in a way and making her feel tiny, a feeling that shouldn’t make her feel excited. 

But when mixed with the hot touch of stiff meat and accompanied by the wet sound of her fingers forcing precum to gush, it gave her a strong sensation of felicity; the right woman was at the right place. It doesn’t matter however… Her puffy lips spread as she forced them to step a little bit closer, gentle pull was more than enough when you held someone’s manhood in a fine grasp. ... because I’m going to show you how a princess works. 

Come here you filthy animals. 

Maws of the ranger befell first of the newly presented cocks, a simple spit was going to do only so much work and she had a lot of saliva to spare. Veriline’s head went down, just a bit past the glans to collect all of the sticky nectar and pull up, leaving a spotless tool, covered in a layer of drool. 

When her lips separated themselves from the rose head, she left a simple, tiny kiss on its tip and then moved to yet another new tool. When she soon served third of the tools, her hands continued to stroke whichever meat wasn’t given the embrace of hot, tight jaws. Shining, scarlet eyes squinted softly as once more she descended down the human meat. 

It was a succulent noise, slobbering and nasty in a manner, she drank the precum straight from the source and with it, her own saliva. Her tongue ran alongside the glans, keeping them immaculate and as she moved up again, it lingered a little, outstretched from spread jaws and rubbing against the urethra. 

Veriline exhaled and a hot burst of air engulfed lowborn’s cock, permeated with the male aroma and followed by a hungering breath; her lungs once again filled with the dick scented air, just to respire with this particular smell. Another kiss was given and she backed to the first of tools, her hand keeping the previous in constant sensation.

From now on, before the eyes of everyone gathered, she would lunge from one fat meat to another, kissing, sucking, slobbering and drooling, there was simply no end to her work. Saliva would drip onto the floor and indecent strings of precum would stretch between her maws and any of the dicks they served. 

Sometimes, with how she quickly would jump between the tools, her breasts would wiggle to the sides, according to elven motion. Fat wonders of drowish front-meat hanged down like for a demonstration and dark nipples stood proudly, stiff and like cherries adorning the finest cake.

Bloody animals… She thought as she sucked to the side of a cock, sliding down across the shaft and back up, making sure it will stay hard and spotless. Slick hands were dripping with juices, wet and constantly bringing that gushing noise; the mess only continued to grow. So dirty… stenchy. There’s so much of it.

She fed constantly, cleaning the tools in haste; thick precum would amass in the corners of her mouth, as if she was slovenly eating a meal. It would linger on her tongue and be pushed down the throat, clogging it softly, sticking to the walls and making it this much more difficult to push it further. It’s like I need to swallow to even make it reach my stomach. 

And swallow she would a lot, a great lot. It was a great struggle and eventually, she found herself separating the nectar-stained lips, layered with it as if with lipstick. A great dose of indecent strings arose between those pretty maws and the tool, broken only as she returned to the middle, first tool. How long do they plan on keeping this up…

She spread her jaws and took a heavy breath, quickly and efficiently, right before going down the human cock again but this time, she felt something on her head; a pair of hands. To think they will grow bold. Veriline thought as her lips stuck close to the shaft, sliding across the glans and tightening just past them. What is he even-

Suddenly the man backed off softly, just a little to make her lips pull themselves after his rod. Then, a wet, satisfying sound filled the tavern as her head nearly slammed against his crotch, all as he plunged his hips forward. Veriline’s lips met the human loins with force, laying a heavy kiss, one that made her eyes jump up in some absent manner.

Fucking... She felt it deep at the entrance to her throat, further than before and seemingly blocking it entirely. With a mouthful of throbbing meat, she twitched softly, squeezing the remaining cocks softly, granting even more sensation that was so desired near the very release. 

Animals… A single word crossed her mind as the man moaned, his hand dug into the alabaster strands and grasped them with ease, just to pull her back. Her head slid back across the cock, lifelessly and like a cloth doll, just to hit the door’s back with force. Quiet thud was to be heard as she was dizzified once more. 

As the pretty kisser separated itself from the cockhead, she could only stare at the tools and realize they began to twitch. Don’t you dare to… Her hands backed off but it was too late. 

It hit her face like a hot stream, making her turn her head away softly. Sticky and almost as white as her strands, the human seed began to assault her face. Gray skin was beautifully adorned with snowy lines of spunk, adding a much desired contrast. This is even worse than before… Drow thoughts turned disgusted as another shot met her visage, making her cheek dirty-white. 

Uuuuuh. She clenched her teeth as the men continued to empty their ballsacks; the newly arrived two stroking their tools by themselves, right before her face in the most barbaric, obscene thing she has ever seen. One sprout and second, third and another, her pretty face slowly turned tainted with countless lines.

And she sat there, slowly bathed in this vile spunk, her flawless skin tainted by the seed of the lowborn, seed that she herself brought upon her. Veriline’s hands grasped her thighs, she didn’t know why but it was just there, somehow, just a reaction to make her feel less cornered. 

And so the princess sat, her face lined with countless lines of jizz, with some of this thick whiteness dripping onto her bare, exposed tits. It was all there: anger, annoyance, indecency and some sort of defeat, everything scented with the male stench of precum and cum, lined with elven saliva. 

With one eye closed and spunk flowing down the eyelid, she shuddered, staring at the cocks before her. 

All that and the night was still young.



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