Terrible Company - Chapter 3 - Part 2

Chapter 3 - Part 2

"She'll catch us," Tira whispered, from the corner of the tavern Ayen had whisked her to.

"Weren't you saying, just this morning, that that was is the fun part?" Ayen leaned in, running his tongue along the side of her neck. "Look how busy it is." The evening crowd was full swing. A singer swayed atop a long table against the far wall, backed by two musicians, playing a flute and a lyre respectively. He nipped at her shoulder. "We could do it right here, and no one in this room would know."

Tira bit her lip and moaned as he cupped her breast through her blouse, and then slapped at his wrist. "Fine," she hissed in exasperation, dragging him up the stairs. "You know the matron will tan my hide if she catches us," she said, as she slammed the door.

"Uh-huh," Ayen mumbled amid kisses down the knape of her neck, as deft hands unlaced her corset.

"And I really mmmf... really have a lot of chores to do this evening."

"I have a couple chores for you right here," he grinned, admiring her supple curves free from the corset's bindings.

"I mean with the tavern, you knave! You know she'll be furious."

Ayen cupped the girl's chin and smiled devilishly. "Probably beside herself with rage."

"Likely."

"Out for blood." he murmured, planting a tender kiss on her lips

"Absolutely!"

"I'll just have to invite her to join in next time, and soothe her anger with my magical cock."

The girl giggled in shock. "That cow?! You wouldn't!"

"I have placated many a beast with my roguish charms."

Tira snorted, unlacing his breaches and shoving him backwards. "Goddess knows she could use it." She licked her lips as she crawled onto the bed beside him. "I was thinking about this all day," she whispered. "Couldn't stop sneaking off to corners, or pausing in the larder to touch myself."

"You really do like to toe the line, don't you?"

"More and more." She giggled as she grasped the middle of his cock, and rubbed the head against her outstretched tongue. "Especially since you fingered me in the Baker's shop."

"That was an inspired orgasm," he mused. His smile grew wider when she took the head into her mouth, bathing it as she ran her tongue around and around. "Tease," he whined.

"I'm just making sure it's full grown," she purred. "I'd be insulted if I finally took the whole thing, only to find out that later it wasn't at it's best."

"With as much time as you've spent studying it over the past few weeks" he sang, in as sweet a tone as he could manage, "I would think you'd already know."

"Well then..." She gave his glans one last, delicate lick before closing her eyes and guiding him deeper into her mouth. Ayen gave an approving sigh as she bobbed slowly on the first few inches, lavishing as much attention as she did saliva.

"Oh yes," he murmured, fascinated by the candlelight reflected on the spit-slick shaft. A little shinier every time, and a little bit deeper too. "Ooooh yes."

Tira's cheeks sunk in, and she pulled back off the tip with a loud pop. "Fuck," she gasped. "I always forget how big it is until I'm staring down the length of it."

Ayen happily grinned. "Not getting cold feet, are you?"

"They are a little cold," she replied, peeking over her shoulder in between long licks up the side of the shaft.

"Swing 'em up here and we'll see if I can do anything to keep your lower half warm."

Tira bit her lip and paused. "That tongue of yours... I swear." She straddled his face, her back arching in anticipation. "How's that work for ya?" she asked, to which he responded with a slow lash of his tongue along her slit. Tira moaned and stroked the base of his cock feverishly while she prepared herself. Ayen kneaded the generous flesh of her cheeks and spread her wide. The room filled with the sound of soft cooing from the serving girl, and the quiet slurping of the Half Elf. His tongue swirled around her clit, never breaking contact.

Tira wrapped her lips around his head and stroked quickly up and down the base of it. Rivulets of saliva escaped her mouth, and her fingers spread them smoothly. Ayen groaned deeply into her cunt as she tightened her grip, milking him. She glanced over her shoulder, flashing him a wicked smile before engulfing his cock within the warm confines of her mouth again. The Half Elf squirmed as she slurped messily on his shaft, humming tunelessly in appreciation.

"Further," he grunted.

Tira pulled away for a moment, panting as she giggled. "As you command," she purred. She inhaled deeply, taking nearly half of his cock into her mouth. Each time she went down, she took him deeper. Each time she went further, the back of her throat tightened. Each time her throat tightened, Ayen smiled a little wider. He lapped at her clit at a steady pace, but one of his hands began to creep slowly along her back and up into her neck. Tira moaned as his fingers filtered through her hair.

"Allow me," he offered, as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and thrust upward from the bed. Tira moaned, planting her hands on the bed to brace herself, as he hit the back of her throat. Her eyes pinched tight as he held himself there, and she warred with her gag reflex. Her stomach, convulsing. Ayen sighed joyfully into her folds. She coughed roughly around him, and he lowered himself back down to the bed.

"Fuck," she gasped, fighting to catch her breath. She spit a wad onto the glans and gave him a few quick strokes to spread it around. "Again."

"My sole purpose in life," Ayen intoned, as he pushed his turgid length between her lips, "is to help those in need." Tira whimpered as he pressed insistently against the back of her throat. "Especially if what they need is my penis." He groaned loudly, the back of his head sinking back into the bed, as he began to made slow progress into her neck. "That's it. Relaaax."

Tira slapped at his thighs as her cheeks darkened, and Ayen fell back to the bed again. She rasped as she tried to catch her breath, precum drooling from her sagging lower lip. "Deep breath," he warned. Tira nodded, and Ayen cooed as he guided his head back up to her lips. He let it sit there, resting just inside her mouth, for a few moments while Tira puffed through her nose.

He started slow at first, going from lip to throat over five seconds. Tira jerked as he hit the back of her throat and rebounded. Jerked again. Jerked again. Faster. Four seconds. Jerked again. Jerked again. Faster. Faster. Faster. Jerked again. Two seconds. Faster. One second. Less.

Ayen dropped flat to the bed, and attacked Tira's clit with renewed vigor. The serving girl cried out as she gasped, her eyes misty and leaking, and Ayen was thrilled when he felt her impale her mouth on him again. She quickly went as deep as she ever had, ramming the back of her throat against him.

"By all the Gods and Goddesses," Ayen grunted, "keep... doing... that!" He pulled his hand back to grip her fleshy hips at the same time she wrapped her arms around his thighs. Lawlp-lawlp-lawlp. She easily doubled Ayen's pace, and went harder than he had too. Slowly, bit by bit, his head began to make entry into the deeper parts of her throat. Ayen buried his nose between her lips, encouraging her with every ounce of effort his tongue could muster.

Underneath the much-louder sound of her throat being ravaged Tira was also whimpering. As that whimpering rose higher and higher, Ayen quickened to match it. His hands both moved to the back of her head and, just as she began her climax, he pushed her down hard. Pushed her down while he thrusted up. Her choked cries, equal parts shock and eye-watering orgasm, escaped her throat in ragged, gurgling shards. Her eyes rolled up behind the lids. The way her throat clamped down on him was so complete that he only needed a few last, miniscule thrusts to finish himself.

When he released her, Tira sat bolt upright, coughing and gagging. A light sheen of sweat covered her face, neck, and chest. She sat there, panting and grinding her hips, while Ayen probed her insides with his tongue. She had to steady herself with a hand against his stomach to keep from falling over, and her eyes refused to focus. Most of his load had gone down her throat, but enough of it remained to swirl and coat her tongue. His cum was... fantastic.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned dreamily. "There's no way she hasn't noticed I'm gone by now."

"You humans live very short lives," he said, pulling himself from within her just long enough to talk. "Too short to waste hustling ale from one sour windbag to another."

"When you say it," she murmured, "I almost believe that there's more out there for me."

Ayen gave her a final lick, and fell away with a light gasp. "If there's nothing for it now, perhaps you'll indulge me in one more request?"

She trembled, her body wracked with mini-quakes. Her hands ran up and down herself, enjoying the feel of the sweat spreading under her palms. Her skin pulsed with energy. "I think you could talk me into just about anything right now."

"I would very much like to be the one to pop your other cherry."

"My what?" Her face scrunched in tired confusion. "What oth-ooooh," she drawled, as Ayen ran his tongue slowly over her anus. "Ooooh Ayen, I-I don't know."

"Have I steered you wrong yet?"

"Well you've gotten me sacked... so yes." She grinned, driving her cleft into his mouth again and against his face, "And you wouldn't be the first. Just... the biggest. By a lot."

"Gods, I bet it's soo tight," he said, more to himself than anything.

"You're not staying, are you?" Ayen was indicatively silent as Tira smiled and looked back over her shoulder. "One condition."

"Anything," he panted, his eyes focused intently on his prize.

"You can, but it can't be now." Ayen whimpered, and she twisted at the hip to look down at him. "Moiren will be here any minute. She'll yell at me, but you she might hurt."

"She can try," he said, giving her backside another teasing lick.

Tira spin to face him, straddled over his chest. "It doesn't have to be tonight, or this week, or this month, but come back. Even if it's just for one night."

Ayen pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked her straight in the eye. "You have my word."

"Good," she smiled. "Now go." Ayen grinned as he slid out from underneath her, and threw on his pants. Tira flipped over and laid back against the pillows, luxuriating in the feel of dragging one leg against the other. Her skin was still tingling. Ayen slipped into his trousers and scooped up the rest of his clothes into his hands. "Is that all you're gonna wear?" she asked, as he walked across the room and stood on the far side of the door.

"All I had time for," he said quickly, just as the door burst open.

Moiren stormed into the room, heading straight for the bed. "Where is he," she screamed. Ayen managed one last wink at the giggling, nude, ex-serving girl on the bed before he snuck out the door behind the matron and made good his second escape of the day.

Continued in Chapter 3 - Part 3

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