Chapter 1: Tavern Temptations
Elisa strode into the dim, smoky tavern of Eldermoor, her fiery red hair a blazing beacon in the drab, low-class town. Her leather armor clung to her muscular frame, a stark contrast to the frail, weary souls hunched over their mugs. She was a warrior, forged in battle, now tracking her best friend, Mara, a fledgling mage who’d fled a toxic lineage. Every lead had brought her here, to this forgotten speck of a town, and she’d cover every track to keep Mara safe.
The tavern buzzed with slurred chatter and the clink of cheap ale. Elisa’s sharp green eyes scanned the room, landing on a woman with a sly grin wiping down the bar. Mary, the tavern’s owner, had a reputation for knowing everyone’s secrets. Elisa approached, her boots thudding with purpose.
“Looking for someone, Red?” Mary quipped, her voice dripping with mischief as she leaned forward, her ample cleavage barely contained by her low-cut blouse. “Or just here to scare my patrons with that sword on your hip?”
Elisa smirked, unfazed. “I’m hunting a friend. Young, dark-haired, a bit of magic in her veins. Seen her?”
Mary’s eyes gleamed with recognition, but she played coy. “Might’ve. But information ain’t free, darling. I’ve got a job if you’re short on coin. Waitress gig. Skirt’s short, but the tips are long—if you catch my drift.”
Elisa’s jaw tightened. She wasn’t one to play dress-up, but funds were low, and Mara’s trail was hot. “Fine. But I’m not here to be pawed at. Spill what you know.”
Mary chuckled, tossing her a modest uniform—a tight bodice and a skirt that barely covered her thighs. “Oh, they’ll paw, love. But you look like you can handle a slap or two. Your friend? Last seen near the old farmstead on the edge of town. That’s all I’ve got for now.”
Dressed in the skimpy outfit, Elisa moved through the tavern, tray in hand, her warrior’s grace making even serving ale look deadly. The men leered, and more than once, a calloused hand grazed her ass, a sharp slap echoing through the din. She bit her tongue, her temper simmering, but she wouldn’t blow her cover. Not yet.
Mary sidled up as Elisa refilled a mug, her voice a teasing purr. “They’re handsy tonight, eh? Bet you’ve got ‘em all hard under the table. Speaking of, I’ve got a client in the back. Farmer type. Pays extra for a helping hand—and mouth. Split the coin with me?”
Elisa’s eyes narrowed, but the weight of her empty purse gnawed at her. She wasn’t above getting dirty for a cause. “I’m no whore, Mary. But I’ll play if the price is right. Lead the way.”
In the shadowy back room, the farmer—a burly, sweating man with hungry eyes—grinned as Elisa and Mary entered. Mary winked at her, dropping to her knees with practiced ease. “Show him what a warrior’s got, Red.”
Elisa’s lips curled into a dangerous smile as she knelt, her bodice tugged down, freeing her firm breasts. “Don’t expect me to beg, pig farmer. You’re lucky I’m even here.” Her hands were rough, calloused from battle, as she gripped his throbbing cock, her touch commanding. Mary’s tongue flicked alongside hers, their banter sharp even as they worked.
“Bet he’s never had two like us,” Mary teased, her voice husky. “Look at him, already panting like a dog.”
Elisa’s green eyes flashed with wicked amusement. “He’d better not cum too soon. I’m not done playing.” Her mouth closed over him, fierce and unrelenting, a blowjob that was more conquest than submission, while Mary pressed her chest against him for a messy, heated boobjob.
The farmer groaned, his body trembling, sweat dripping down his brow as the two women pushed him to the edge. Elisa felt the heat building, her own body betraying her with a rush of horny need, her pussy growing wet under the short skirt. She wasn’t just doing this for coin anymore—lust had crept in, raw and unbidden.
As the tension coiled tighter, the room filled with the sounds of desperate gasps and slick, hungry movements, promising an explosive release just moments away…
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