Chapter 5 - Barmaiden's Grace [Semi-Story]

Ale splattered when a massive mug slammed onto the table, quickly put before one of many tavern patrons, an order delivered with utmost haste. It was a rushed act, graceful and without a slightest shake but at the same time, unnaturally swift for what it was supposed to be. 


And that which left the silvery tray was but one from the few sizeable beers. Dark, strong brews that filled the vast plate to the brim. Packed beyond its intended purpose, stuffed so badly that half of every outer tankard sticked out, it was but a disaster waiting to happen, quite the sight for all those gathered. 

 A calling shout spread, breaking through the vigorous talks and bustling noise; a heavy swallow was to be heard and red eyes turned towards the corner of the vast room. Someone moved forward in a hurried manner, as if afraid to be late. Everyone could see the eye-catching, rear qualities - two barely covered wonders, swaying to the sides like a flag. 

"Y-Yes, coming." Forced, fake voice resounded in shireky manner and heels clattered once more, skin rubbed against wooden counters and nearly pushed drinks off the tables; it was a tight environment, forcing plump buns to fight for every step taken, creating a show unlike any other. 

"Here comes your beer…" High pitched voice announced and another set of ales was slowly put out, heavy mugs were handed with a deadly grace. It was finesse born for things much different; a delicacy and agility thoroughly perfected to become a deadly force, a natural force now repurposed for things most basic. Things most unfit.

Like a princess in a tavern. 

"Y-Your order sirs..." Poorly practiced voice was to be heard and as the barmaiden bent over a table, properly and in a prolonged attire, allowing her gifts to hang down. Dark nipples sticked out wondrously and the rest was nearly spilling from the thin, loose attire. Just like they wanted...

She lingered like that for a while, delivering alcoholic brews and then slowly rising, feeling every stare on her; be it the front or the behind. The elf shuddered softly as a soft pat befell her bottom, prompting her to smile. “Enjoy your… drinks.” Memorized line was uttered, sparing her from the merciless squeeze that would come otherwise. 

It has been only two days but she already began to understand the rules. Look pretty… Act lovely. With a little frantic smile she began to turn around, ready to return to the kitchen. J-Just few days more and my debt is paid and then I’ll just kill every single one…

Her pretty face was met by an obstacle - a massive, scaled chest of a beast larger than any man, green in shade and made out of pure muscle, devoid of armor at this moment. It was a sensation no different than walking into a wall and she bumped back a little, looking up at the murderous, lizard stare.

Staring at the largest of locals, her deadly intentions cooled a little, replaced by the faint fear. “Sorry… sir.” She bent her lips into a little wider smile and tried to move around the giant but it simply wouldn’t happen; the passage was narrow and he was blocking it entirely, leaving her only one path.

“I-I understand.” She declared and then turned, taking a different route through the tavern hall. It was a small room and the tables were arranged in a way that didn’t leave much space, especially with all the chairs, something that worked much in the favour of her current employers. 

Especially if she was to take the tighter one. 

Uneasily, she moved forward, still holding the tray on the tips of her fingers, just like a proper barmaid does. Her gaze soon fell down at seemingly nothing important, just two tables standing next to each other, closely but allowing a passage through. To anyone else, it was nothing out of the usual, nothing to worry about.

She however, as she stepped forward and felt her flesh meet the cold tables, knew that it wasn’t so simple. Nailed to the floor, they wouldn’t budge in the slightest, even more so, they were set exactly by the patrons themselves for the very reason she had to move between them now. 

White teeth bit the dark lip as she found herself stuck initially, it was a passage simply too narrow for her, making her stuck for a while, whenever she was to move through it. And she did move through it often enough to know how it played out. 

It was a raw act that forced her buttocks to obey, no different to squeezing a sponge through tiny gratings. Yet, everyone watched the giant wonder, all as it was given no choice but to advance, to ram its way through and be pleasantly crushed in the process. 

Soon her teeth were clenched and her face filled itself with an expression of great effort, all when all of her strength was used, trying to push the mammoth qualities through. It was a short but spectacular fight; many could see as the flesh slowly adjusted its shape to the tight passage, tried to pass through. 

The furniture groaned, put to a test as much as elven flesh. It was a long, stretched sound that wondrously added to her struggle; there was a challenge to the immovable wood and it was her body, shapes grand enough to simply ram their way through. 

Her breath shuddered as the massive, inborn pillows began to move slowly for a second; elven eyes squinted softly as she fully focused on the movement of her plump qualities. When the widest part managed to reach the very center of the narrow passage, they were no different to a mercilessly squeezed buns. C-Come on… Yesterday it was fine, they didn’t just grow...

A sight to behold.

Short one to that, because then she suddenly managed through, doing so with raw force. With her momentum released, she briefly lunged forward and quickly restored her grace, keeping the tray high and bestowing everyone with a pleasant jiggle of the inhuman behind.

There... A thought went through the elven head as she swallowed and then continued towards the innkeeper. Wondrous, red marks adorned the grand bottom, a sign of her titanic struggle. I just need to get used to this… Maybe if I do it faster then they will just give--

“Veriline, sweet nightly flower, please come here.”

A voice reached her again, a familiar and silken one, without any rushing tone and yet a resonance that made her walk twice as fast. Hitting the ground hard, filling the room with the clatter of her heels, she put the colossal bust into motion. Up and down went the gifts of the drow, barely caring for the barmaid’s dress. 

Which, to be frank, worked in the most malicious of manners; giving enough support for her bust to not hang down but yet not enough to stop any motion. Fabric stretched with every bounce; thin, white linen was put to test at every moment. It was once more a show, well weaved for those who watched. 

Veriline swallowed, instinctively moving towards the source of the voice. A drop of sweat went down her cheek as she had the heaviest, most important of thoughts. Is that it?... She asked herself. He didn’t sound as if he’s about to give me another order so maybe I paid my debt this time and...

She moved in an oddly quick manner, in no time crossing the tavern hall and eyeing the man behind the counter, all as he smiled at her in the warmest of ways. Arluin squinted his eyes softly, as always remaining rather unfazed and bending over the bar. … he said I would get it soon and then I can go to search for the shrine.

Helping Zarna was still her priority and she would do it as soon as possible. Nonetheless, she couldn’t simply leave yet, she still had debts to pay, even if new ones and then there were other things. 

“Smile for me.” She suddenly blinked twice and looked at the man, realizing her smile worn off her face due to the deep thoughts. Slowly and in a forced manner, Veriline bent her lips into a warm smile once more. Like a princess…

“Good girl. I can see you’re catching it quickly.” His praise was a little exciting, albeit for reasons different than one could assume. “I can tell you can pay your debt in no time.” He continued, canting his head and holding her gaze captive; their eyes stared into each other for a long time as she just waited for certain words. 

“Maybe even tonight.” He added amused, canting his head the other way. “You could leave us as soon as this morning.” Arluin weaved his words slowly, forcing her to keep the smile that simply did not fit her face - too frantic, too artificial, an expression made solely because she was told to. 

“Of course we do not forget about your little…” Slowly he turned his head to the right, following the counter of the bar and she, knowing exactly where his gaze was going, did the same. With an uneasy, forced smile, she peeked into the same direction, listening to his voice. “... reward. Because that’s why you’re there after all, no?”

The wooden counter spanned to the very corner, colorful and inborn stains stretched across its surface like rivers, each in a different shad of brown. An empty mug was passed and then another, an dirty plate went by; everything irrelevant to her, all till the very end. 

A lonely tankard.

When both of their gazes landed on it, his remained there for just a moment, quickly turning back onto the drow. Veriline however, only stared at the overfilled thing, her fingers visibly twitching in an odd manner - everything followed by yet another swallow. 

The human’s eyebrows raised curiously, even if he knew everything perfectly. Arluin merely enjoyed the sight for a longer while, knowing what went through the elven head - knowing that some things left stains which could not be simply washed away. 

A scent that stung the very brain and left it attuned, a taste that drowned every other and made a woman aware that nothing will ever match it. Heat that came from nowhere and seeded everywhere; an addiction brought from the natural, inborn weakness to sensations of a kind.

Just this night and… Veriline stared at the promised prize; a mug filled in a job most sloven, the thick contents were nearly spilling, the counter where it stood was stained with whiteness and a few lazy bubbles rested on top of it. Two long days she watched how they filled it, bit by bit, man by man.

When she served wine, she would just sometimes hear a male moan, a sound that would leave her frozen for a short time, all till she jitterily returned to her job. Half of the time it just stood there, provoking her and rarely ever leaving her thoughts. 

When she first got exposed to this seed of the lowborn, it was repellent. It filled her mouth, sticked to the walls and felt like glue, thick and with this staggering taste of salt - she barely could stand it. For some bloody reason, that changed soon and she wasn’t able to tell when. The longer it resided inside her, the more she needed it.

One moment she couldn’t look at it straight and then, then it was delicious. I just… needed some. There was heat in her belly when she thought of it, not that sort you can get by drinking hot tea and after that initial lightness, she felt heavier than ever; both states put her into some sort of a bliss. It’s like you can do anything. 

She swallowed, staring motionlessly at the mug. And when you end on the ground you’re just so heavy and you just don’t care anymore. There was that memory, how it felt on her skin, how hot it was, nearly burning but in a good way. Just one more mug before I leave. Work in the tavern was beneath her but that thing, she could get it for Zarna and then…

“Veriline. Moon shines.”

Elven trance was suddenly broken and her scarlet gaze fell onto the innkeeper, who only squinted his eyes. “Moon shines, Veriline. The night has come.” His smile grew only warmer as she understood what that meant. Arluin connected his fingers and looked at the mug again, giving only a second peek, unlike the drow who quickly gave it another stare. One of countless. 

S-So he wants me to… She really didn’t want to finish that thought, there were words that she reserved for everyone but herself and refused to utter them for as long as she could. The strange human, who she assumed to be a half blood by all means, only canted his head, weaving his silken voice further. 

“Of course, you don’t have to if you’re not willing to do so.” He started and they again looked at each other. It was just a short moment before he added. “But we both know what’s the stake here. Things you have worked so hard for.” Silken tone rooted itself in his words as he continued. “Things you’ve looked so forward to. Perhaps things you could…”

His eyes squinted in a feline manner, a manner almost unfit for a man. “... share with your friend when she arrives.”

Veriline’s forced smile waned a little and her lips spread a little, long before any sound left them. “It just would be a waste if it was to end unused.” She explained and then stared at the thing for yet another longer while, how much time she had already spent this way, ranger did not count.

Zarna would appreciate it if I got something like that and… Elven maiden bit her lip softly, finding enough reasons.  She still hasn't come back for me there, so the shrine was in that other city. It was a heavy, heated breath that followed, her eyes lit themselves with a spark of thinly veiled fire. 

One more time… She bent her lips into a wider smile, perhaps less forced but now even more odd. Arluin’s expression grew keener as well and their gazes met; his asking when he knew the obvious, her asking for what she never should. I can weather through it. I-I’m a drow after all… r-right?

“I…” She began and stopped immediately, just to swallow her saliva, heavily and loudly.  “... agree… to  be your princess tonight.” Her words ended up slow, hesitant in a manner. There was a shadow of doubt in her eyes for a moment and then Arluin moved from behind the counter, grabbing the whiteness-filled mug on his way. 

With the widest of smiles he approached his newly acquired maid and halted next to her. His arm stretched behind the elf and embraced the bustiest of traveling rangers, just to then pressed her against himself, all with force, almost with a quiet thud. “I’m so glad to hear that, Veriline. I knew it would be fruitious for both of us.” He purred into the slick, elven ear, all whilst she could only stare at what he held in his hand. 

“But don’t tell that to me.” 

Gently he turned her around, allowed the drow to once more face everyone she has been serving for the past days. “Tell it to the men who filled your drink. The patrons allowed you to taste their seed.” Arluin’s voice changed, turned even more amused but also honeyed, both at the same time. “The gentlemen who allowed you to pay your debts.”

Another swallow followed; it did help her calm down a little, not to speak about the insane amounts of saliva that poured into her mouth. Her dark, full lips spread a little but not a single sound left them for a longer time. It is fine… I can say it. J-Just a job after all… Verline stuttered in her own mind, all till a massive mug of thick, white nectar was moved right beneath her nose. 

“Go on.” 

“I’ll be your… princess tonight.” She declared to everyone, staring at the bubbly surface, at the tiny foam that formed above it, at the absolute whiteness without a bottom. And as the smell reached her once more, Arluin purred once more. “What sort of a princess? Be clear, our sweet flower.” 

“I’ll be your…” She muttered, suddenly handed the mug and allowed to hold it in both of her hands, much like a bowl or rather, a bucket. And as her red eyes laid fixed on the contents, as the fumes hit her once more and as her brain felt a sting of what was to come, she declared the rest.

“... cum-dumpster princess.” 




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