Chapter 1 - A Reward Over Hours

    Even shutting the door behind her didn’t muffle the orc’s loud poem about her ass.

    Her lips curled to an annoyed angle as she heard the muffled voice of the bellowing brute as he recited rhymes for his jaunty work. Every word was sung in a cheery tone that never quite found purchase in the elf’s heart. And when she heard the strumming of the orc’s lute, she grumbled and adjusted her hat.

Lillaeana would have been tempted to open the door and fire pistol rounds to chase the brute away, but the tavern patrons were too deep in their cups to care.

    Besides, she was at The Bright Mantis for business.

    She took a deep breath and adjusted the straps slung over her shoulder. 

The leather stretched down to a tundrahide leather pouch that was the size of a tauren’s tankard. Several pockets were sealed with magic, while others were hidden beneath small illusory spells. Tiny iron buckles bound all the leather loops together, completing the look of an adventurer’s favored bag.

The pack itself was heavier than normal with a noted sag at the base of it. But that was to be expected given what it contained.

Lillaeana was tempted to reach inside and check that the idol was still there. But she noticed that a woman was in the small side room with her, a Pandaren with the brightest green eyes and a confident smirk upon her maw.

"You must be the hat elf," the Pandaren said.

Lillaeana stepped closer.

Lillaeana looked at the Pandaren from head to toe, more curious of the adventure's patron than anything else.

Her eyes fell first upon the woman's large chest, which hugged the tight blue vest that hugged her upper body. A small tuft of white fur peeked out as if greeting the wandering eye to look. The elf almost grinned, as she thought about her small palm-sized tits would look when pressed against the other woman's. 

Lillaeana's eyes brushed over the hint of the woman's nipples and moved southward towards her belly. Her patron had the softness that was common for her race, but this Pandaren had a certain strength and sturdiness that was visible even beneath her curves and soft tufts of fur. Lillaeana noticed how much larger the Pandaren was compared to her and it brought a certain warmth to her frame.

Lillaeana finally noticed that the woman sat with her legs spread wide as if the tavern chair was a throne. The elf caught herself glancing between the woman's thighs and noticed a bulge that she didn't expect to see.

She would have let her gaze linger, but business comes first.

The elf reached the Pandaren's table and pulled out a chair. She sat down and set her bag upon the table.

“That’s me, Lillaeana the hat elf,” she said, “and you must be Momo.”.

The Pandaren smiled and reached across the table. Her paw rested on the elf’s bag and wrapped around the bulge of the small mystical idol. Her claws closed around that length and squeezed it in slow pumps as she spoke.

“I am. This the idol then?” Momo said.

“It is. Delivered on time, as promised.”

Momo’s paw never left the idol as she watched Lillaeana’s eyes. She reached her other paw for a pouch clipped to her belt. The jingle of coins followed the motion as she tossed the sack across the table.

Lillaeana was tempted on counting the coins, but Momo’s reputation precedes her. She may have been one of the roughest clients she’d ever chosen to work with, but nearly everyone agreed that she dealt fairly and true.

You don’t risk a client like that by showing distrust to their face.

As the elf drew the sack of coins to her side, she still had to ask;

“Do you want to inspect the idol?”

Momo shook her head. The motion made the blue streak in her hair flop about her lovely face.

“Your reputation precedes you,” Momo said, “if you say you got something, it’s there.”

Well, that was easy, Lillaeana thought.

The elf jabbed a thumb towards the door.

“Well, if that’s all, then I should be going. I’m sure that if the orc stops waxing poetic about my ass that…”

Momo grabbed the elf’s wrist and held it in a strong yet tender grip.

The elf's eyes snapped to that insistent paw, then slowly worked its way up the woman's arm. Her attention eventually reached Momo's eyes and there was no mistaking what Momo's expression meant.

“Before you go,” Momo said, “I want to see if the orc speaks true about you, if you’re willing.”

Momo released Lillaeana’s wrist and drew the hand back to her lap. She made a show of resting it on her thigh, inches away from her bulge. The other hand remained on the idol and pack as she waited for Lillaeana.

The elf grinned and adjusted the conical hat atop her head.

She snickered quietly and turned her back to Momo. She took three steps towards the door, then paused when she reached a table. She looked over her shoulder and winked at the Pandaren.

Well, Lillaena thought, this would fix my mood.

Lillaeana bent over the table and swept her hips from side to side. Though she wasn't gifted with curves like Momo was, her small size and deft limber limbs gave her a certain...flexibility. The gentle sway of her hips masked the movement of her hands as she unclipped the belt around her waist and ground down her zipper with that achingly dull sound she loved to hear.

Momo leaned forward and hissed in approval. The big broad woman moved her paw beneath her slacks and made a show of stroking herself and guiding the beast up until it peeked out over her waistband.

Lillaeana cooed with delight and mischief as she arched her back, while her pants fell to the floor. The elf’s firm runner’s ass was barely covered in panties of soft silk colored crimson like the hair that swept down her back and sides. She bent again and twisted herself until much to emphasize how the tight one-size-too-small panties clung to her hips.

Momo rose to her feet and crossed the small room.

In the five steps it took to reach Lillaeana’s behind, she had unclipped her belt and kicked them away, which left her nude except for that vest that screamed to be torn off so her large breasts could go free. She then reached a paw and gripped her big horsecock and slapped that big thick pink shaft right down between the elf’s butt.

“You should know…” Momo said as she rubbed herself between the elf’s presented rear, “...it takes me a long time to be satisfied. So if you want this, you better be ready to stay for a while.”

Lillaeana could tell that the Pandaren spoke true. Even then, as Momo used her ass to jerk herself off, she could feel the throb, pulse, and heat from the Pandaren. The small of her back felt tiny drips of seed as beads of pre splattered over her skin. Then there was the soft squishy slap of heavy cum-filled nuts that hit her thighs with every back and forth motion.

Any other elf might have run away, but Lillaeana appreciated any cock that could stuff her.

She reached up and held her hat down upon her head, then turned her head towards Momo.

“Oh I hope you do,” Lillaeana said, “just one rule. The hat stays on.”

Momo slapped her paw across the elf's ass, then spread out her claws. They pinched on the woman's cream-colored flesh and dug small impressions that Lillaeana knew she'd feel long after leaving the Pandaren's side. Momo never dug so deep as to cut the elf, but it was more than enough to lay a claim until she was done with her.

“Spread your legs, then hold on to that table. Tight.” Momo said.

Lillaeana grinned and did as commanded.

She leaned forward and pressed her chest down upon the smooth table. The polished wood was cool from the early spring morning, which sent a shiver that ran down her spine. She bit her lip as her skin was assailed with sensations from the spray and rain of pre across her back and the way her nipples hardened into pebbles against that wood.

Momo slapped her weighty dick down and beat the elf's ass with that horsecock weight. Each slap sent more pre-spraying across her flesh. She moved closer so that her shivering legs were warmed by the embrace of that bigger woman's fur, while she guided the head of her dick down towards her tight elven pussy.

Momo hooked her claws around the tight strings of her panties and jerked them down in one strong pull. She didn't give Lillaeana the chance to slide them off of her thighs before she speared her cock deep inside the elf.

“HNNNGHHH” Lillaeana hissed between clenched lips, as her hands formed small fists that beat down upon the table.

Momo groaned and slammed her lap against the elf’s ass, shoving her full horse cock inches down into the smaller woman’s body. She hissed as she felt the elf stretch around her shaft.

The Pandaren wanted to wait and give the hat elf a chance to get used to her big fat horsecock, but the rogue's pussy was too hot and too moist. It drove a primal need to breed from the woman that overrode all other thoughts and concerns except for a good hard fuck.

She slapped her palms down on the woman’s hips. Her claws clenched tight on the curve of the elf’s ass. Her body rocked back and forth as she pistoned her length deep inside. Their bodies crashed together with lewd slaps that made the table creak and groan in protest.

Lillaeana shut her eyes. She tried to hold back her moans of pleasure, but the feel of that beautiful panda cock filling her was simply too much. She whimpered each time Momo thrust and begged for more whenever her hips moved back.

    Lillaeana could imagine the powerful dominant look in the bigger woman’s eyes or the bounce of her massive tits beneath that vest. She could certainly hear the way her tits flopped against the table as Momo fucked her hard and deep. And all that was before the Pandaren’s paws struck down slapping her hips and ass, leaving stinging sensations and a crimson blush across her pristine flesh.

Lillaeana lost her sense of time. She could barely remember where she was. All that she cared about was the big hard cock that threatened to break her in two.

She was barely aware that she had been pulled off the table and held in a full nelson like grip, with the Pandaren's powerful hips sheathing in and out of her. Lillaeana had just enough sense to open her eyes and caught sight of her reflection in a mirror across the room.

She was enchanted by the vision of her reflection being knotted by the powerful woman. She moaned at the blush that colored her cheeks and the drool that ran down her lips and splashed on her comparatively small breasts. But it wasn’t until she noticed the massive breasts of her partner wobbling or heard the grunting hiss from Momo when she finally lost all restraint and came.

The orgasm took her as her pussy gushed with a spray of her essence spraying all across the floor. She leaned back against her partner's chest and rolled her hat-covered head over Momo's shoulder. She whimpered with satisfaction and delight as her body relaxed from her pleasure.

She adjusted her hat so she could see Momo's face in the mirror's reflection half expecting to see the same dumb smile across the woman's expression. But instead, she saw only hunger, lust, and want.

Momo noticed the surprise on Lillaeana’s face and whispered a reminder of her earlier warning…

“You’re mine, until I’m through. And I don’t get tired of great pussy this easily.”

It didn’t take long for Lillaeana to decide that that was a very good thing.
