Swords, Sorcery, and Sex in the World of Greyhawk - Chapter 5 - Part 4

Chapter 5: Doggy Style - Part 4

"Oh. Oh!" The slit closed and those waiting outside heard the clicking of bolts, then the door creaked open, revealing the dark interior of the temple. Pulling their sledges behind them, the party stepped inside.

"This is Father Tain, our rector." Casmir introduced the man peering up at them over the tops of his half-moon spectacles. Slightly taller than Steve, he probably weighed no more than half as much. A burlap robe left his knobbly knees uncovered, and his wispy hair matched an unkempt beard.

"They don't look like spies." Father Tain said skeptically. He gave the students a smile, creasing the well-worn wrinkles around his eyes.

"Well, yes, but..." Casmir temporized. "They wouldn't very well look like spies if they were, now would they?"

"But this one's a dwarf. Whoever heard of a dwarven spy?" Father Tain said, pointing a crooked finger at Steve. Clearly frustrated, Casmir took a deep breath before replying.

"There is more here than meets the eye, Father. We can talk at length after we put them somewhere safe."

"Safe? Is there some danger I am not aware of? The Duke's men told me of nothing threatening our town."

Casmir sighed audibly.

"Father." He waited until the old man swung around to look at him. "These out-worlders may pose a danger the Duke is not aware of. We should put them in the empty monks' cells under the sanctuary."

"Oh. Why didn't you say so before?" Father Tain asked. The others smirked as Casmir bowed his head. Regaining his composure, he gestured for Erica and the other students to follow him.

"You others can go. We'll sort out the ore tomorrow, I reckon." He said to the diggers.

"If it's all the same, I think I'll stay here until it's sorted." Cheven held his ground, arms crossed on his chest.

"You would think that, wouldn't you." Casmir stared at Cheven, who matched his eyes evenly.

"Yes, I would."

"As ye will." Casmir shook his head and walked away. The others followed him through a door to the sanctuary. A small stair on the far wall led down to a narrow corridor that doubled back under the sanctuary.

"Once these cells were full of monks, caring for the temple and glorifying Jascar." Father Tain explained to the students as they passed a series of doors. He sighed nostalgically. "These days everyone wants to kill monsters instead."

"Monsters?" Peter asked, excited, but Father Tain just shook his head sadly.

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EVENTUALLY, CASMIR DECIDES TO GIVE THE GROUP PAY FOR THEIR WORK.

"Umm..." Steve stared at the coins in his hand like he wanted to say something, but wasn't sure quite how.

"Yes, boy?" Casmir prompted.

"Um. This is silver and copper, right?"

"And electrum."

"Right. Is it...can we...change these for gold?"

"I suppose ye'd be wanting to, no?" Casmir gave him a long, measuring look.

"Yes." Steve knew the answer to that one.

"Very well, I reckon we can do that." He led them through the market, dodging carts of ore and gaudily dressed merchants and their guards, to a curved alley that ran behind the main auction pits. Each of the stalls here was walled in stone, and armed guards stood at both ends of the alley. Nodding at the guards, Casmir walked to the third door, under a sign that read "Gitna Earthtaster."

"Earthtaster? Gross." Maria said.

"Ye'd do well to hold yer tongue, girl. It's an honored profession among the dwurfolk, and they don't take insults well." With that, he ushered the others into a low-ceilinged room.

The stone walls were bare, focusing their attention on the woman behind a wooden counter at the other end of the room. She had dark brown skin, with black hair and dark eyes. If she'd been on Earth she might have passed for a Mongolian sumo wrestler, except for her four-and-a-half foot height. That, and her beard. She put East German wrestlers to shame with a full-on beard of thick black curls, whose only concession to human femininity was the way it looked carefully groomed and cut square at the bottom.

When Casmir entered she greeted him with a curt nod and a brief glance over the others. Her eyes lingered on Steve for a moment, then returned to Casmir as he explained why they'd come.

Without a word, she spread a black cloth over the wooden counter. Steve emptied the bag of coins he'd gotten from Casmir and watched carefully as she counted the money, piling the coins into neat stacks. First the electrum, then the silver. Ten of the electrum coins and most of the brown and green coins she pushed to one side, except for four of the greenish copper coins.

"Twenty-four electrum luckies, seventy-nine silver nobles, four copper commons, for one gold orb. Ten silver nobles for the exchange." She said, pointing to each of the piles in turn. Satisfied that was enough of an explanation, she reached under the counter to draw out a wooden box, banded with iron. Pulling a chain from under her shirt, she used the attached key to open the box's lock, careful not to let her customers see what lay inside.

Watching her reach into her cleavage, Steve felt a sudden flush of desire. Unlike the others, he hadn't felt much more than annoyance listening to Maria and Casmir get it on at night, and it had been weeks since he'd last felt the urge to jack off. Maria and the other girls were...floppy. He didn't know quite how to describe it, but they just seemed weak and flabby. This woman, though, was different. She wasn't beautiful, he admitted, not by his old standards, but she was sexy. Those strong fingers, that hard face, she wasn't a normal girl--he could bang her and she'd bang right back. And the beard...something about the way the black hair outlined her lips, and tumbled down over her neck. What would it feel like to get a blowjob from a girl with a beard? He wondered. Steve shook his head, telling himself that he wasn't turning gay, was he?

Apparently unaware Steve's close examination, the goldsmith took a golden coin from the box, holding it to her nose for a moment before putting it on the cloth. It gleamed against the black cloth, sparkling in the candlelight. When she'd done that, she carefully re-locked the box and returned it to its place under the counter, replacing it with a small scale. Placing the coin on one side, and a jagged-edged test plate on the other, she confirmed that it weighed what it was supposed to.

"One Medigian orb. Gold." With a mute nod, she indicated that it was Steve's.

Taking it, Steve turned the shining coin over in his hand as a warm glow spread through his breast. Smaller than the silver or copper coins he'd traded in, it would still be worth quite a bit back on earth. Eh, who cared about that, he thought, this is my gold. I dug for this, and now it's mine. He turned his head to give Cheven a cold look, as if to warm him what would happen if the weasel tried to take it, then went back to staring at his gold. Busy with his new gold, Steve missed the way Gitna was looking him over.

"New here." She said, shortly. It was a statement, not a question. Startled, Steve looked up to see that she had spoken to him.

"Y...yes." He said.

"See you around." She said, face serious, dismissing him.

As he followed the others out into the alley, his heart was racing like a young colt. New sensations chased each other around inside of him: the gold in his hand gave him a sense of almost physical pleasure, the promise of her words threatened to give him a hard-on right then and there, and standing over both, a lust--for her, for gold, for--"

Continued in Chapter 5: Doggy Style - Part 5

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