Chapter 3 - Come Innside

“Hello Traveller! Welcome to the Lakeshire Inn! Do you need a table?”


Zahrine watched the teenage boy, no doubt a member of the staff for the tavern, ask his question directly to her breasts. She smiled softly at the way his eyes lingered on the swelling cleavage of her chest, barely covered by the new low cut gray dress she wore. The tattoos drew the eye after all, one resting just above where most people would correctly guess her nipples were. In fact, it wasn’t much of a guess these days. Since the last round of rune etching her nipples had never lost their hardness. It was a constant reminder of her new need. Her need to fuck. She had been wandering around for two days, searching for the next opportunity to find another rune. So far she had not been successful, though she had done plenty to service the men she came across. Her pouch was filled with the apples of a particularly grateful orchard owner who had been thrilled when she helped fend off a band of gnolls threatening his land. She would have preferred to be rewarded by the very clear bulge in his pants as he spoke with her, but she had refrained due to the fact his wife had been staring daggers at her since her arrival at the orchard.


Despite her good deeds, she had no new runes to show for her efforts. In the back of her mind she wondered if she was missing some crucial part of the quest, but she couldn’t put her finger on what that was. All she would get is a wave of pleasure at the thought of discovering another rune. She was pretty sure that the power was intoxicating, to say the least.


“Ma’am?” The boy said softly, interrupting her train of thought. 


“Hmmm?” Zahrine asked, blinking and looking down at him.


His eyes shot up to her face as she actually looked down at him and he cleared his throat, “Do you need a table f-for dinner?” he stammered. He had a sweet innocence about him. An innocence that Zahrine would love to corrupt, she thought idly.


“How old are you,” She asked, her voice dripping with honey.


The boy swallowed nervously, “I’ll be 19 in two months, ma’am.”


The priestess had to prevent herself from licking her lips as she gave the young boy… no, man, a once over. He was attractive and shy. She could teach him such delightful things. She tried to shake the thought away. Business first, Zahrine, she admonished herself, Then pleasure.


“I need a room, actually. I will be staying the evening.”


The boy grew a bit pale, a look that reminded Zahrine of some of the young acolytes in the church when they had forgotten to clean the Archbishops robes, “I-I’m sorry, ma’am, but I’m afraid we are full up on rooms for the evening. A large caravan of dwarves is staying here before their expedition into the Burning Steppes.”


Zahrine frowned, “You have nothing available at all? No bed that can be given.” Or shared, she finished mentally.


The boy shook his head, “Afraid not, ma’am. I am terribly sorry. We have plenty of table room, if you need a meal.”


With a sigh, the priestess looked towards the door, brushing her hair out of her right eye, “Are there any other establishments where I can find a room?”


The boy seemed to consider this and Zahrine could tell an internal debate was raging inside him. She also felt a swell of hormones, not from her surprisingly, but from the boy. When had she been able to pick up on stuff like that?


“There is another inn, but it's a bit on the seedier side. It’s on the other side of the lake.”


She smiled, ignoring the feelings she was receiving from the clearly aroused young man, “Perfect! Tell me where.”


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The Gnoll Pit? Zahrine pondered, reading the half broken sign hanging off the ragged looking building that couldn’t have been more than a shack, let alone an inn. She was far enough away from town that she could hear the sounds of the Redridge wildlife and the lapping of the water on the edges of the lake, but she could still see the bridge spanning across the water in the distance. The boy had given her directions, but she felt like she may have misheard him. This was a condemned building for squatters, not an inn.


Still, she didn’t have much choice. Standing straight to give herself an air of confidence and puffing out her chest, the young priestess marched right through the door. Inside she was surprised to find a well lit, well cared for tavern common room. Several people stopped their conversations or card games to look at the newcomer. All of them lingered on her, not even ashamed to be ogling the gorgeous woman that had just walked into their hole in the wall. She glanced around the room herself, taking in the trio of humans with black bandanas hanging around their necks and the Night Elf with a hungry look on his face. Then she caught sight of the man she was told would be the innkeeper.


At least a head taller than her, if not two, and sporting a well muscled blue body, the Draenei eyed her with more suspicion than the others. The lust in his eyes, or coming off of him in waves as Zahrine had learned she could now feel, was tempered by his paranoid nature. He set down the mug he was preparing for the Night Elf and called out in his thick accent, “You are lost, lady.” It wasn’t a question.


She shook her head anyway, treating it like one, “A young man in town said that you had rooms available for rent for the evening.”


He shook his head, “Not for your kind.”


She frowned at that, putting her hands on her hips and cocking her head to the side, “My kind? Don’t like women?”


He chuckled darkly, “Oh, we love women. But we love women with some experience and… looser morales.” The others around the room chuckled.


“So whores,” Zahrine said bluntly, “Yeah, that sounds about right. Nevertheless, I need a room and nowhere else is taking residents tonight.”


The innkeeper, surprised by her bluntness, actually smiled at that, “Oh? You got something to pay for your stay then?”


Of course I do. She thought, I have plenty of gold from my adventures, “Yes, I do.”


“I see. And how will you be paying tonight?”


Money, she thought.


“My body,” She said out loud.


She blinked in surprise along with everyone else in the room. What the hell did she just say?


The draenei looked very cautiously at her, “What do you mean?”


The echo of those words crashed through her head, bouncing off the walls of her mind as she tried to figure out what she was thinking. Her mouth, however, took over where her brain could not, “I will be your personal entertainment for tonight. However that takes shape.”


The waves of arousal that began flowing off of every man in the room as they mentally thought about what ‘entertainment’ meant to them almost brought Zahrine to her knees. The muscles in her legs and thighs flexed, squeezing her suddenly hot pussy as she felt her body responding to the sexual energy. The draenei looked to everyone in the inn a moment before he moved around the bar and approached the Priestess. His powerful arms moved as he began to unbuckle his belt, “Is that so? I think we can come to an arrangement, then.”


After the Draenei unbuckled his waist, he pointed at a spot near the center of the tavern while commanding, “Go over there and strip.”

This caused Zahrine’s first moment of hesitation as she glanced around at the crowded inn. Public nudity and sex were still enough to cause her to pause, it would seem. The voice inside her head still insisted that this was the best way to get what she wanted, though she wasn’t sure if what she wanted was a place to stay anymore and not a good fuck. She had been denied for so long. Why should she care if people watched? Would that not just make it more exciting for her?


Mechanically she moved to the indicated spot, her eyes locking onto the Tavern keeper as he tugged at his pants. When he pulled them down below his waist, the massive cock he sported sprung free from the confines of the clothing and her eyes went wide. She had never guessed the sheer size of that dick from the pants he wore. The leather covered the near foot long shaft very well. All of her hesitation flooded away at the sight of that member and she quickly tugged at the robes she wore to undress, an act that was becoming easier the less there was to remove. Soon she had pulled the dress a few inches below her chest, revealing the heavy orbs and hardened nipples to the cheers of the men around her. Then she was wiggling out of the clothing, pushing it down below her waist and letting it pool on the floor before kicking it to the side and revealing her neatly trimmed pussy and small but tight ass to the assembled patrons.


The draenei moved over to her, removing the shirt he wore to reveal the powerful blue skinned muscles with a few pink scars showcasing his rough nature. She stood stalk still as he moved behind her, his calloused blue hand running along her ass and giving it a good squeeze. She let out a squeak of surprise, jumping a bit at the feeling as he chuckled in her ear, “You are going to regret this probably, but I don’t want one ounce of complaining from you or I throw you out on your ass and keep your clothes as payment for your time spent here. Got it?”


She nodded quickly, biting her lower lip nervously at the statement. When he was sure he had confirmation, he grabbed her head and pushed, bending her over quickly. She squealed in surprise again as she was bent over until her head was nearly touching the ground. She was more surprised by the fact that her body had become flexible enough, even with her increased breast size, to require the barest adjustment to her feet so she could remain in this position. Still, she already felt uncomfortable, so she was relieved when he pushed her so her neck and shoulders rested on the ground and her knees bent slightly. It wasn’t the most pleasant position, but it was distributing her weight nicely. When she looked up to her new view of the Draenei, staring at the growing cock and the heavy set of balls he sported, that relief washed away.


Zahrine watched from below as the innkeeper, who she now realized she never got the name of, pushed a thick finger against her clit and slowly began to rub it in circles. She let out a throaty moan that was muffled a bit by the angle of her body, but her soaking pussy was evidence enough that she was enjoying this. Soon enough that thick finger pushed past her lips and deep into her cunt and her eyes fluttered closed as she enjoyed the first finger in her pussy that wasn’t her own in almost three months.


He continued to finger fuck her slowly, slicking his digit until she was pretty sure it was completely soaked with her juices. Then he pulled out, causing her to whimper slightly in a pleading motion, until she felt it press back against her hole.


The wrong hole.


Her eyes shot open and she tried to protest as the draenei pushed his slicked finger into her asshole. Her body tensed hard against his intrusion, but a quick slap on her ass and a command to, “Open up, bitch” caused that insistent part of her mind to take over again. Her rear relaxed and she felt the thick digit slip inside. She grunted and marveled at how fucking good it felt to have something in her rear. It was a bit unpleasant at first, but the slow pumping soon made her forget about anything other than the aching need in her body. The desire for much, much more.


“Hand me the glass bottle behind the counter,” she heard the innkeeper call, “Even though this bitch is soaked she’s not nearly wet enough for me to fuck this ass.”


Instead of whimpering in concern at the thought of this massive cock she was watching drip pre-cum down onto her stomach, she wiggled her hips slightly and groaned in anticipation at the idea that he wanted to fuck her. He chuckled at the half mad look on her face as someone handed him the item he had asked for. She couldn’t see what it was from her angle, but she heard the pop of a cork and soon felt a cold liquid being poured over her little ass. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as the Draenei began to push and twist his finger inside her, pulling out to pour some of the liquid directly into her asshole. Soon he was using two meaty fingers to pump her and still the trickle came on.


After what seemed like an agonizing eternity, Zahrine heard the bottle clink as it was discarded onto the ground. She still felt dripping on her ass, but when she looked up (which meant, ironically enough, angling her head down from her position bent nearly in half) she saw that the gigantic blue shaft her lover was sporting was fully erect and hanging over her body. The slow drip was from the last of the fluid in the bottle dripping from his thick shaft down onto her.


Then a massive hand gripped her hip while another wrapped itself around the base of the cock and angled it down. The priestess took in a deep breath and kept her gaze on the draenei’s dick as he pushed it against her slickened rear hole.


Her eyes ended up crossing as the tip pressed inside her ass and stretched her tight hole further than she ever thought possible.


“UNNNGGH!” She groaned, her body shaking at the entrance into her ass. The Draenei continued to press on, his hooves clicking against the wooden floor as he adjusted his stance and pushed forward with a grunt, shoving another inch down into her ass. Her breath was coming out in ragged gasps as the Innkeeper began to fuck her in earnest. He shoved a bit deeper into her with each thrust, each time causing her to squeal or gasp as she tried to enjoy the feeling. It wasn’t that hard, as each inch allowed another bit of her conscious mind slip away, leaving only her slutty impulses. She vaguely heard the Innkeeper growl something as he began fucking down on her ass in earnest. She didn’t hear it though, until he slapped her ass cheek hard and caused her to squeal.


“I asked if you liked getting fucked in the ass, whore” He grunted.


She moaned and nodded, “Y-yes! I love it!” She said, “I love getting my ass filled!”


He laughed and she heard the inn join in. The air around her was filled with the sounds of his rapid smacking against her ass as he nearly drove her into the floor with his cock. She continued to moan and scream in pleasure, as well as answer any question directed at her about enjoying the cock nearly bottomed out in her asshole.


By the time the innkeeper began to pant and growled, “Here it comes, bitch!” she had already shook through two orgasms that left her pussy leaking down onto her heaving chest. She wiggled in anticipation, her eyes flashing hungrily as she felt the draenei’s cock twitch inside her ass moments before he pulled out to just the tip of his cock. Then he began to spray inside her. Jet after jet of hot, sticky cum pulsed from the oversized sack her eyes were locked onto and poured into her gaped asshole as her lover grunted along with his climax. She felt every wave as it crashed against her walls, a flood of it so massive that she felt it pooling quickly in her ass. Her own body shook with him, the force of his orgasm triggering another of her own despite the fact she was getting no stimulation. He stood there and came inside of her for what felt like hours, but was at least a minute of continuous spray. When he finally stepped back with a groan and stumbled against a nearby table, his large cock popped out of her with a wet sound and hung half limp in front of him.


Zahrine didn’t have time to admire the effect she had on the man though. Her eyes had to close quickly as the motion bent her knees slightly and the cum began pouring from her ass and onto her face. She felt the flood of cum washing over her and, instinctively, opened her mouth so that it could pool there. The patrons around the inn watched wide eyed as the priestess caught the waterfall of seed in her mouth and began to swallow as much as she could in such a difficult position. All the while she maintained her pose, her body acting on its own as it put on the perverted display for the people around her. Even the innkeeper muttered, “Fuck, that is the hungriest cum slut I’ve ever seen,” as he regained his composure.


Zahrine forgot about everything else as she bathed herself in cum, even bending a bit more to let more of it pour out of her twitching rear. It wasn’t until she felt the thick hands against her ass, and something rough being pushed across it, did she bother to focus back on her surroundings.


The innkeeper was busy scrawling something on her ass cheeks using a hunk of charcoal he had grabbed from the fireplace. When he had finished, one word rested on each cheek. He tossed the charcoal on the table, just in case anyone wanted to use it later, and turned to the tavern, “There you go boys! She’s ‘free use’ for tonight,” a cheer went up as he pointed to each word as he said them, finishing it with a smack on her right cheek where she was sure the word “use” was written in black.


He looked down at her and smiled, “You earned a room here whenever you want it, you dirty whore.”


She smiled at him as best she could drenched and with a mouthful of cum. Then he stepped aside as the men playing cards came over to have their turn with her.


That night, every patron at the inn had her at least once, a few had her twice, and the particularly virile Draenei took her no less than five times. Even a young tavern boy, fresh off of his shift in Lakeshire, came to the inn to enjoy the lovely free use cum slut. She noted vaguely that while the other patrons filled her other holes with their cocks and sprayed her body in cum, the Draenei only rammed his massive member (the biggest in the inn by far) into her asshole. Each time he filled it with his copious amounts of seed and each time she drank as much of it as she could. 


In the morning Zahrine woke up on the hard ground of the tavern floor, well rested despite the rough surface she had slept on. The ground around her and her entire body was sticky with the night's activities. She simply stood up, grabbed her robe, before wandering upstairs to the nearest room. Inside she snuck quietly past the sleeping dwarf and stepped to the dirty mirror to examine herself. Not only was her body slick with the night's loads, but several more words had been added to her body. Most were blurred, the charcoal not holding up well against the men’s fluids, but she could still make out the words “slut” “whore” and “cum bucket” written across her stomach and breasts.


She turned around to get a good look at “free use” on her ass, only to find it had been washed away. It must have been a particularly popular spot to cum last night. However, she did give a wide smile at the sight of a single glowing rune just above her ass and the two smaller ones resting on the upper part of each ass cheek. Pleasing all the men inside the tavern must have been quite the good deed, to earn her so much new power.


She would enjoy the next tattoo session very much.