Swords, Sorcery, and Sex in the World of Greyhawk - Chapter 5 - Part 6

Chapter 5: Doggy Style - Part 6

From the outside, it didn't look much different, just another a wooden door set in a windowless rock wall. The only clues to the interior were the door's thick solidity, and the sliver gilt on the signboard. Inside, though, was a scene from another world. The Silver Lode had a wooden ceiling with silver chandeliers; they glowed with yellow lights that made Cheven and Erica squint, long accustomed to the green moss-light. Once the door closed, it could have been an exclusive restaurant anywhere in the Flaness, with a brown and cream tile floor instead of the grey rock everywhere else, white tablecloths on the tables, and a low surrusus of voices instead of the boisterous crowd outside. As they gawked at the luxury, a black-robed maitre d' interposed himself into their vision, blocking them from the tables.

The maitre d' raised his nose at Cheven, who was obviously a grubby miner flush from selling his ore with a whore on his arm. He opened his mouth to dismiss them, but his voice caught as he looked at Erica. Fresh from the gamblers' adoration, she shone with an inner light, her perfect teeth sparkled when she smiled, and her curves shimmered when she moved. She gave him a sweet smile and bent over to look at the reservation list, knowing he would check out her tits. If you've got it, flaunt it, baby, she thought. Only a eunuch could turn her down tonight.

With a little harrumph, the maitre d' led them to a table near the kitchen. When the waiter came Cheven waved off his description of what the kitchen was making that night and ordered the roast pheasant for two and a bottle of Celene Wine.

"Come here often?" She asked, laughing at herself for using a silly pick-up line.

"Only when I'm in town." He replied with a cliché of his own, shrugging as if to say that coming here was no big deal for a man like him. Erica looked at him appraisingly, wondering if this was the same man she'd watched for months in the caves. When the wine came she let him take the bottle from the sommelier and pour her a generous portion.

Swirling the straw-gold liquid in her glass, Erica took in the smell of apricots and figs. Closing her eyes, she put her nose to the glass and breathed deeply. It was good to be back in civilization, she decided. The first sip filled her mouth with nectar: a complex taste that riffed on hints of honey and orange peel, with a perfect balance of sweetness and acid. Her breasts heaved as she took a languorous breath, opening her eyes to see Cheven watching her.

"So. Where's my portion of the take?" She opened conversation with a sly grin.

"Hm?" Cheven coughed, the wine suddenly going down the wrong passage.

"Don't play dumb with me, Cheven. You brought me along as eye candy so they wouldn't pay attention to the cards. Some of that money you won belongs to me." She held out her hand.

"Ellie, I think you-" He tried to smoothly deny it. Erica drained the rest of her wine in a single swig and slapped the glass back down on the table.

"I wasn't born yesterday."

"Alright, alright." Cheven whispered harshly, looking around to see who had been listening. The Silver Lode wasn't the place for this conversation. "Not now, later. I promise."

"I don't believe you." Erica retorted, refilling her own glass.

"Lass, I..."

"The purse. Give it to me. I'll hold it and we'll divide it later." Cheven looked shocked. This was not how he planned it. She was supposed to be so thrilled at the fancy dinner that she'd put out for him afterwards and forget about the gambling. Erica leaned towards him and continued in a low voice.

"You're a liar and a cheat. You wanted to slit my throat for Peter and Steve's share of the ore money. Don't even try..." She warned when Cheven tried to deny it. "One of two things is going to happen right now. Either you slide that purse over here or I get up and walk out of your life. Now."

"You..." Rarely at a loss for words, Cheven struggled to respond. Looking at Erica with fresh eyes, he noticed that her face was flushed, and she was breathing heavier than usual. She wasn't angry, he realized, watching her tongue caress the rim of her glass, she was...excited.

"Maybe we should talk about this later." He said, sliding his full purse across the table. When she reached to take it, he put his hand on hers. "Somewhere...more private."

His touch sent a current up her arm and straight to her already moist pussy. Seeing his eyes shift as her nipples hardened she inhaled deeply, thrusting them out against the tight fabric to give him a better view.

"Just the two of us." She agreed, licking her lips. Cheven leaned back in his chair and adjusted his trousers to cover his stiff cock. He was never one to keep the door closed when opportunity knocked, and if it meant opening her legs too, so much the better.

It took longer than expected to find a room. The crush of people thronging the streets filled every inn to capacity. Finally, the fourth place they asked agreed to rent them a room by the hour, at an outrageous price. When Cheven tried to negotiate Erica pinched his ass. One look at her smile and he paid full price. The hostel's thin walls blocked vision, but little else. They could hear grunts and moans from behind every door and the hall reeked of sweat and sex. Erica gripped his hand tightly as they found their room.

When they entered, Cheven turned to Erica. "First let's-"

"Shut up and fuck me." Erica said as she moved into his arms. She fumbled with the laces of her blouse as their lips mashed in a heated kiss, blowing oxygen over the slow burn she'd been feeling all night. When it was partway open she pulled it over her head, wriggling out of it.

When she tossed it aside she discovered that Cheven had knelt down and put his hands on her hips. She caressed his hair as he pulled her skirt and panties down together. He took his time, watching her pubic hair come into view, then the darker pink of her folds. He paused, keeping her legs trapped by her panties while he reached for her clit. He brushed it with gambler's fingers, teasingly light and delicate. When she spread her hips for his touch he pulled back, laughing.

"The little man in the boat steers the same course in your world, too, yes?" He grinned. He watched her pant, looking up through the rise and fall of her beautiful tits.

"Damn you, just do me already." She groaned as he taunted her, rubbing her thighs without touching her pussy. He yanked down her skirt, leaving it a pile on the floor as he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. Erica shrieked, ass in the air, as he carried her over to the bed and threw her it.

Her legs parted, exposing her wet pussy. Cheven smiled at the sight as he stripped off his clothes. Stepping between her legs he aimed his cock at her glistening slit; resting it against her outer folds he leaned down to kiss her. Their tongues met and clashed, feeling for the other's mouth.

"Uhhhh..." Erica's back arched as he buried his cock inside of her. Cheven moaned into her mouth; her pussy was hot around him, burning as he started to thrust. She humped back, lifting her hips into his thrusts.

He'd been with plenty of women before, but Erica was something else. Her perfect skin, her perfect teeth - he'd been with rich women, but even they couldn't compare. The way his shaft slid in and out, like it was covered in oil, she was so wet.

"Uhhh..." Erica's tits heaved as she panted. Cheven was slim, but the mine kept him strong, and he thrust hard and fast into her slick pussy.

"Oh. Oh! Ahhhh!" It didn't take long for Erica to come. She screamed, months of tension leaving her body as it jerked and spasmed.

"Yeah...yeah." Cheven muttered as he kept thrusting into her quivering flesh. He could feel his own orgasm coming fast, pressure building up in his cock like he didn't know if cum or pee was going to come out.

"Fuuuck!" He called, spilling cum deep inside her pussy. He kept on spurting as he collapsed on her, humping her in little movements as his cock drained into her. When he was spent, Cheven lay heavily on her, breathing hard.

"Partners?" Erica asked, running her hands along the muscles of his back.

"Eighty-twenty." He mumbled into her shoulder.

"Eighty-twenty my ass!" She responded with a slap.

"I'm the one earning the money."

"Yeah, because I kept them too occupied to notice your cheating."

"Hey!" He rose up, face aggrieved. "I don't cheat."

"Oh, really?" She mocked.

"Really. Well, not tonight, at least." He admitted with a grin. "75/25." He leaned down to kiss her, but Erica turned aside and all he got was cheek.

"Sixty-forty or I walk out right now." She threatened.

"No you won't, Ellie. You love this action. I could offer you ten percent and you wouldn't walk away. You should thank me for giving you twenty-five percent." He laughed.

Erica glared at him. Bastard! She thought. The worst thing was that he was right. This was the best time she'd had since they arrived in this god-forsaken place. Hell, it was the only time she'd had.

"Seventy-thirty and I hold the purse." She maintained.

"Seventy-five, twenty-five and you pay for dinner and a room afterwards." He replied. She didn't know how much things cost in this town, and she figured that she would get the worse end of that deal, but his hips were sliding against hers, and she could feel his soft cock rubbing against her slit.

"And I get to choose where." She finished the negotiation with a kiss. Pulling back, she gave him a long look, then pushed him over and straddled him, her face suddenly angry. Slap! Erica smacked him across the cheek.

Stunned, Cheven held his hand to his reddening face and looked at her, at a loss for words. What the hell was up with the wench?! He thought.

"That's for trying to kill us. Out there when Casmir tied us up."

"Woah, girl." He raised hands in surrender. "I thought we were over that."

"That's it? We just forget it?" She asked.

"Hey, how could I have known we'd get it on like this?" He asked.

"That's not the--"

"Do you have any idea how hot you look when you're angry?"

"Cheven, that's not--"

"Your tits go up and down when you breathe and your eyes get big, and--"

"Cheven!" Erica said, exasperated. She could feel his hips wriggling between her legs, rubbing against her sensitive places. He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her down with strong hands, squeezing her tits against his chest. Holding her close, he whispered in her ear.

"I told you we're partners, now, Elika."

Erica struggled to sit up, but he wouldn't let her, crushing her against him.

"Had lots of women, but never had me a partner before."

Erica's breath caught and she lay still in his embrace.

"Got it?" He whispered in her ear, letting her free.

Caught in conflicting emotions, Erica stayed where she was, trying to decide how she felt. It was all a con. He'd jerk her around and leave her whenever he felt like it, she knew that. She'd fallen for con jobs before, and sworn never to let it happen again, but, but...His hands caressed her back and her body responded, warm against his skin.

"Seventy-thirty and I'll forgive you." She said with a smile, nibbling his earlobe. Cheven laughed, the sound coming from deep in his chest, releasing tension that she hadn't known was there.

"You're gonna have to do better than that, woman." His hands found her ass, kneading her cheeks and pulling them apart. The air was cold on her asshole and slit.

"Then I guess I'll have to soften you up a bit first, huh?" She said, finding his mouth for another searing kiss. It didn't take long for him to get hard, but she didn't have much trouble making him soft again, just like she promised. Their hour ended all to soon, and they made their way back to the temple, hand in hand.

Before putting her back in her cell, Cheven pulled Erica close for a passionate kiss.

"Tomorrow. Dress nice, hear?" Erica nodded, wriggling against his body.

"Loan me those cards." She said.

"Hm?" Cheven looked unsure, but she asked again and he gave her the deck, shrugging.

When she got inside, Maria and Ashley were there.

"Been here all day?" Erica asked, knowing it would annoy them.

"So you're the weasel's little whore, now huh? Some new clothes and pop! Your legs open right up?"

"Oh, Ashley." Erica said with feigned sympathy. "It must be so hard waiting for Peter to get a clue. Should I go ask to borrow an axe handle for you to frig yourself with?"

"Fuck off, bitch." Ashley growled, turning her back on the other two.

"Erica, was that necessary?" Maria asked, taking the unaccustomed role of peacemaker.

"Just trying to help." Erica replied archly, taking her blanket and laying down.

Turning to face the fall, she cursed herself for antagonizing Ashley that way. She'd been senseless. All it would do was make Ashley less responsive when she wanted her to listen next time.

It took several sleepless hours before she realized what was bothering her. Cheven had played her! He had read her need for action like a violin and laughed at her for it. That asshole and his "I'll give you ten percent and you'd take it." I am not his bitch and he'd damn well better figure that out, she thought. No, he wouldn't figure it out until she played him for a fool. She didn't know how yet, but she swore that he'd regret the day he took her on.

Continued in Chapter 5: Doggy Style - Part 7

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