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A job working security in the Elfsong - in Baldur’s Gate - was supposed to sound like a dream come true. She could afford a set of sturdy, resplendent armor and she could get her blades sharpened and rebalanced whenever she wanted. Not to mention, she had a nice, little house all to herself not too far away. Clean, furnished, and in a quiet part of town; it was almost more than she could ask for.
The only problem was Skoona never really needed the armor. Drunkards and louts weren’t about to pull out masterfully weighted broadswords and swing them at her with military precision, and they certainly didn’t deserve the ire of a pair of perfectly honed scimitars. Her main weapons were her fists ninety-nine nights out of a hundred and the only thing she ever seemed to need to defend herself against was splashing beer, surly glances, and insults about her race.
“Fack off, tuskface!” the man - large and pinkish like a welt - shoved her gauntleted hand away, earning a weary sigh from the bouncer. She’d encountered more than enough of his kind over her ‘illustrious’ career; middle-class humans - usually merchants or business-owners - who felt like everything was owed to them and like humans invented every great thing to ever exist. To him, she was just some ugly half-breed. There was too much orc in her for his liking, and ‘too much’ likely meant ‘any at all’.
Which was why she was glad he was so sickeningly drunk; it let her do whatever the Hells she wanted with him.
Drunks were easy to deal with most of the time. It was sort of like wrestling with a massive, angry baby. You didn’t need to worry about technique or anything since their main defense was vomiting or swearing or going limp. As such, Skoona was able to pretty easily grab his wrists and pin them behind his back before dragging him to his feet. He was too drunk and weak to pull his hands free from her grasp, and too indignant to try that hard. Instead of struggling with all his might, he sprayed out more racial slurs at her as she directed his chunky, pudgy body towards the door. One hand to hold his wrists in place, one hand gripping the front of his shirt; it was a tried and true classic.
“Leggo a’ me, tuskface!” he growled, “I ain’t done nothin’ wrong! You can’ just throw me ou’ f’ havin’ a few drings! I thou’ this was a tavern! I thou’ this was the fuckin' Elf-!”
She didn’t get a chance to hear the rest as she launched his body across the threshold into the dusty street beyond. It was important to make sure nobody was passing by when ejecting drunks, though given the fact it was rather late at night, this was considerably less of an issue. He landed in a pile in the middle of the road, the few passersby avoiding him like the plague.
Skoona sighed.
“Fackin’ tusky!” he grumbled as he fought to stand up like he had wheels attached to his feet, “Fackin’-! Fuck! Wha’ th’ Hells is a tusky like you doin’ workin’ at the Elfsong?! What they got savages like you-?!”
Skoona turned away and stepped back inside, clenching her fist over and over again to try and calm herself. Sometimes it was hard not to… not to give in. Not to give up. Not to let that orc part of her brain take over for a few seconds and show people why it was cataclysmically stupid to make her mad. For a fat, drunken fool like him, it would take her roughly one second - maybe less - to slice his brainless head off. That was if she was being merciful.
She could’ve done whatever she wanted - butchered him in ways that would’ve made a worshiper of Bhaal blush - but that would just be playing right into his sick, stupid little prejudices. If she did that, she’d be no better than that Gruumsh-worshiping father of hers. She’d never met him - nor had she ever known her mother - but she’d learned the stories. She knew very well why people feared half-orcs.
But she was different.
She knew she was different.
Maybe the blood of a monster flowed in her veins, but it didn’t dictate who she was or who she needed to be. She had never hurt a patron any more than was necessary, and she’d never let the bloodlust coax her into doing something she’d regret.
She was… rational.
Calm.
Boring.
The bouncer stalked back across the room and took up her usual vigil against a wall between two windows, crossing her arms. Anyone who saw her there - full suit of plate mail, with twin scimitars strapped to her back - would probably sooner void their bowels than get into a scrape on premises. At least without being totally inebriated first.
She was scary-looking. It was the main reason she’d been hired.
Her big, mean mug kept all but the drunkest, stupidest customers from starting anything because they knew it would just end with getting humbled by a half-orc woman twice their size.
Her face - her build - was the main reason she’d gotten hired. Her combat skills were just a bonus. It was a way to make money, but she’d never been prepared for how interminably lonely it would be. Despite what she’d thought, most of the staff were too scared to talk to her. Those that weren’t weren’t exactly ‘friendly’ either. The dwarven chef was too much of a hardass to be scared of her, but that didn’t mean they got along. Most of the barmaids saw her as a brute with the femininity of a warthog, and the other security guards were about as sociable as statues.
Patrons only ever talked to her to annoy her or insult her. She had broken fingers on accident in the past, proving to some arrogant idiots that no, they weren’t nearly as strong as they thought they were. Just because she was a woman didn’t mean she couldn’t practically throw them across the room while arm-wrestling.
Her vigil was silent.
Lonely.
All around her the tavern roared with laughter, boasting, yelling, singing, and merriment, and she got to… listen. It was hard making friends looking like she did, especially friends who weren’t idiots. If she wanted, she could’ve thrown in with some pack of brutes or goons or military-types, but she just wanted… normalcy. People to laugh with. Chat with. Someone to…
She huffed.
Gods, she thought to herself, Keep it together, woman.
Her gaze flicked to the door as a new group entered, her eyes narrowing as she recognized the exact smell they gave off instantly. Adventurers. They weren’t rare in Baldur’s Gate by any means, but this particular group seemed different. Their armor, their weapons, their apparel; it all pointed towards a rather illustrious list of conquests. It was clear these were no run-of-the-mill sellswords who had gotten into the trade to make some quick coin, they had fought through proper peril and hardship.
Skoona had seen their kind before, and it always made her just a touch nervous.
If they started trouble for whatever reason, they’d be quite a bit harder to deal with. Still, she didn’t see anyone in their ranks who looked especially muscular. It was four men, but they were all smaller than her and - judging by the robes - half were magic-users.
A pale elf who was too nicely dressed to make her nervous.
A human with cornrows carrying a blade; some kind of duelist, perhaps?
A man with a pointy hat; a wizard, undoubtedly.
And a fourth man. Long, blonde hair, a glowing staff on his back, and somewhat imposing robes. He seemed to be the leader - judging by his placement at the front of the group - and was the one person she found difficult to get a read on.
They chatted a bit before dispersing, which got her blood pumping. Having so many strange targets wander around her bar made her nervous. The pale elf made a b-line for the bar while the man with the rapier and the wizard inspected the Laff Riot sign. Their leader crossed his arms and looked around, surveying the tavern as if it were his domain. Just a touch arrogant, but nothing to worry about.
Skoona let them be. She kept an eye out for them as minutes bled into hours, but they never did anything out of the ordinary. The pale elf got slowly sloshed at the bar, flirting his narrow ass off but never becoming ‘a problem’, while the wizard and the duelist got comfortable in a booth, enjoying a nice meal.
She lost track of their leader for a while, but eventually the man emerged from the kitchen, some blood splattered around his feet. Nobody seemed alarmed by this and she hadn’t heard screaming, but the sight still perplexed her. Skoona pushed off from the wall and moved to intercept him before he could reach his comrades, stopping him as easily as a brick wall.
“Excuse me.” she said, her rigid manners on full display, “What were you doing in the kitchen?”
“Ah! I heard about a bit of a rat problem in the cellar.” the man said. His voice was light and flaky, like a fresh croissant, though glowing with a certain… erudition. It made it hard to distrust him. “I offered to take care of it.”
“So that’s what…?” Skoona glanced down at his bloody boots.
“Indeed. It got a fair bit messier than I was expecting.” he admitted, “I suppose it looks a bit like I stomped them all to death, doesn’t it?”
He chuckled a bit nervously, Skoona’s eyes narrowing as she studied him. Half-elven with long, blonde hair that was darker at the tips. His neck and jawline were swallowed up by a solid black, tribalistic tattoo that clashed oddly with his otherwise pleasantly light features. There was just enough of a hint of danger to make him seem interesting, without feeling like a threat.
Skoona sighed.
“If you need to wash up, we offer laundry services here.” she said, repeating a statement she’d made a thousand times before.
“Nothing a little Prestidigitation can’t fix. Nothing to worry about!” he crossed his arms, “You work security here, I take it? You look ready to fight a dragon, not a couple lousy drunks!”
“When you look like this, you can stop fights before they even begin.” Skoona avoided eye-contact, “Which I’ll take. It makes the job easier. Most nights all I have to fight is my own boredom.”
“I’m sure you have stories to tell!” the man had to look slightly up at her as he spoke, but showed no signs of self-doubt. Not that it was a surprise. There was a good chance he’d fought far, far more worse than the likes of her. Demons, vampires, werewolves, ogres? What was one half-orc woman to him?
“Not as many as you might think.” Skoona made a point of looking around the tavern, trying to make it clear that she had a job to do, “Boring nights and lonely work. Looking scary might make the job easier, but… well…” she glared at the man, bothered by her own sense of self-pity, “Look, just enjoy the drink and don’t break anything.”
“Do you look scary?” the man asked, causing Skoona to falter. For a moment, she was overcome with how utterly stupid the question was, though she was also deeply confused as to how she’d ‘look’ if he didn’t think she looked ‘scary’. She glanced back towards her spot on the wall, the man’s eyes seeming to follow hers. He made his way towards it, causing the bouncer to grow just a tiny bit flustered.
Had he been watching her before? Why was he keeping an eye on security? Was he planning something?
Either way, she followed after him, thankful that she was able to take up her usual vigil even if she had a new and strange bit of company for it.
“What do you mean ‘do I look scary’?” she asked, letting knives of irritation slip into her words, “Last time I checked I was a half-orc. That’s usually enough to qualify.”
“Some half-orcs just look scarier than others. I don’t see anything frightening about you. Polished armor, clean swords, good posture: you’re practically a paladin.” he leaned against a support beam across from her, his posture casual and relaxed. His back was to the rest of the bar, meaning he had a terrible vantage point if he really was planning something. No, all he could really see was… her.
“Most don’t see it that way.”
“Which is too bad, honestly.” he flicked her a bow, “Tav, by the way. Short for Tavarion.”
“Why are you introducing yourself to me?” Skoona asked, despite herself.
“Isn’t it polite?”
She sighed, “Fine. Skoona, then. If you need to know.”
“Pretty.”
“No, it’s not.” the half-orc snapped, despite herself, “It reminds most people of sailing ships, and the rest of whalesong. It’s-” she stopped herself, “It’s just a name. I suppose it suits me just fine.”
“I suppose it does,” he paused, as if deliberating on whether or not to keep talking, “since I find you rather pretty, as well.”
Skoona’s eyes widened with alarm at the sudden compliment, before her face twisted with pure, molten irritation. He was making fun of her. Just another smug prick looking to pick on the half-orc. She’d gotten it before. She was used to it; snide, arrogant little shithead humans and half-elves who thought they were some divine blessing on the earth just because their blood wasn’t tainted.
The amount of times she’d had to put up with comments on her appearance - people thinking she had ‘less value’ for being part orc - made her want to puke blood. But she was used to it. And if this little twigdick wanted to try and rile her up, she’d let him.
She’d shove that glowing staff of his right up his tight, half-elven ass.
“Don’t insult me, ‘Tav’.” Skoona muttered.
The half-elf looked surprised.
“Was that an insult? I meant to say ‘you’re pretty’.” he slapped his palm against his temple, “I’ve taken a few blows to the head recently. Might’ve gotten my words mixed-”
“That would explain why you’re complimenting me of all people.” Skoona nodded towards the rest of the bar, “I’m sure you can find someone much nicer out there if you spend half a second looking.”
“If you’re not interested I can respect that.” Tav shrugged.
“Not interested in what?”
“Well - first of all - getting a drink, I suppose.” he nodded back towards the bar, “What time does your shift end? It’ll be on me.”
Skoona sat down heavily on one of the stools - as she had done a million times in the past - feeling a strange cocktail of emotions. A heavy dose of apathy was doing its best to drown them all out, but there were still flashes of anxiety in there. Anxiety, anger, confusion, irritation, disgust, contempt… worry… excitement…
Hope.
Hope that maybe she’d finally found one mad idiot who was able to see her as a person rather than a giant, snarling monster. Maybe his motives weren’t the purest in the world, but she was hardly ‘pure’ herself. She was lonely. Desperate. She was too clean-cut and professional to attract most half-orc men, and too big and brutish for anyone else to be interested. The last time she’d gotten any male attention was a Goliath reeking of such desperate arrogance she’d had to force herself to reject him.
That was easily a month ago.
The half-orc groaned as she let herself just be a person for a moment. An imperfect, impure, lonely person. She was rather surprised when Tavarion actually showed up, taking a seat at the bar next to her. Not like she’d ever gotten stood-up before, but also not like she got asked out for drinks more frequently than never.
The half-elf was dressed nicely - having changed out of his robes from earlier - but not pompously. A brown leather vest with half-sleeves over a dark blue, high-collar undershirt. It was all finely crafted but not overly ostentatious, giving him a quiet dignity that she found… appreciable. She had seen adventurers like him come and go, and many seemed to want the world to know exactly how grand and impressive they were.
He could pass as just a normal citizen.
“Sorry if I kept you waiting.”
“Just got off.” Skoona glanced at Alan - the proprietor - who smiled. He wasn’t exactly ‘friendly’ to her, but he seemed pleasantly surprised that her little ‘date’ had actually shown up. He placed a mug of ale in front of her, before turning his attention to the other half-elf.
“Anything for you, sir?”
“Whatever she’s having, I suppose.” he shrugged.
“You’re really content with their cheapest ale?” Skoona scoffed.
“I’m more here for the company, anyway.” Tav accepted his tankard before raising it in toast, “Cheers! To curing loneliness!”
Skoona hesitated, before bumping her mug against his. He took a drink, made a face, then set it down for - she suspected - the rest of the night. She couldn’t blame him, since the stuff was stringent, bitter, and - worst of all - weak. It usually took her five tankards minimum to feel anything, and by then she was always woefully full.
Not that she drank very often anyway. Getting massively sloshed right after work was a good way to lose what little respect she had among the staff. Not to mention, it was just generally undignified. And she refused to be some massive, hulking half-orc staggering around drunk making an ass of herself in public.
Still, she took a good chug of the ale before setting it down and wiping her lips.
“So?” she asked, pointedly, “Are we just going to sit here and pretend this makes sense?”
“What does?”
Skoona chuckled, a bit bitterly.
“This. What do you want a drink with me for? Looking to hire some muscle?” she turned to face the bar instead of him, feeling her heart harden more and more by the second, “I’m not interested, I’m afraid. This place pays well enough and I don’t have to muck around in swamps and dark caves to make my coin.”
“I’m sure you’d be a gladhand at adventuring, but that’s not really why I asked you here.” Tav turned towards her, smiling brightly enough to bother her. He had the annoyingly casual, natural charisma of someone with gold in their veins. Whether he really thought he was every woman’s dream or was just a natural-born charmer, she had no idea.
But she still felt like she was getting made fun of.
“So, what is it, then?”
“You said you were lonely.” Tav shrugged, “Thought I could help with that.”
“Why?”
Tav threw out a nervous laugh, a hint of color appearing in his cheeks as he was forced to cut straight to the heart of the matter. It was all Skoona was interested in, after all: figuring out just why in the Nine Hells he’d asked her out for a drink.
“How honest would you like me to be?” Tav asked, carefully, suddenly unable to keep eye-contact with her. Skoona found it… amusing. Seeing him squirm - seeming him express some anxiety - was oddly satisfying.
“Painfully.” she muttered.
“In that case.” Tav straightened up, staring down into the contents of his ale, “I’ve spent the last few weeks fighting my way through goblins, gnolls, duergar, minotaur, giant spiders, skeletons, demons, shades, cultists, mindflayers, and a hag.” he listed, almost mechanically, “I’ve broken every bone in my body at some point and had them all magically healed again. All except my neck. It has… yet to be broken.” he shot her a look that lit a fire in her stomach, “I was hoping you could do the honors.”
Skoona stared at him, finally putting the pieces together.
“And,” she murmured, “how do you suggest I do that?”
Tav paused. Breathed. Then spoke: “Immediately.”
Skoona was… certainly not used to this.
Still, as she gripped the man’s hair between her legs and squeezed her powerful thighs down on his head, she felt absolutely, totally, 100% free from regrets. Her legs were locked around his shoulders, feet curling up to hook his chest as his arms held her thighs and squeezed her right back. She had him pinned down to the mattress, riding his face with an aching desire to crush him. Destroy him. Ravage him.
Maybe it was the orc blood starting to pump, but as she gazed down at his reddened face all she could think was how good he’d look broken by her giant, powerful body. His golden-black hair was splayed out around his head, his blonde eyes gazing up at her to check for every little reaction.
Fuck, he was good.
She’d never known a man to have such soft lips and such a giving tongue, but from a half-elf it wasn’t exactly surprising. He was nicely muscled, too, despite his rather pretty face, which made for a pleasant contrast. She could feel his biceps squeeze against her thighs as he held onto her just as tightly as she gripped him, working with a single-minded determination she’d never known before.
“So? What’s wrong with you?” Skoona growled, the lust evident in her hot breath, “You have a thing for half-orcs? Or just any woman twice your size?”
His lips left her cunt for a second as he prepared to respond, Skoona gripping his hair in an unforgiving fist to silence him.
“Who said you could talk?!” she snarled, “Keep licking or I really will break your Godsdamn neck!”
She pulled his head up just a bit, letting her wetness coat his mouth. Skoona groaned in frenzied pleasure as a deep, pulsing heat filled her stomach and ebbed the strength from her legs. Fuck. FUCK! It felt so good, she wanted to melt all over him! The way he sucked her clit made her drool from both mouths and almost made her fucking moan!
As if she’d ever be caught dead mewling like some virginal maiden. She had enough dignity to never want that to happen. If he was going to make her make a sound, it would be growling and swearing and snarling; that was how she liked it. And Gods, usually she was the only one who got those sounds out of her!
Skoona bowed her head, resting it against the headboard of her bed as her toes curled into fists and pressed against his chest. Her feet hooked his pectorals until they slipped free and pressed into the mattress, her body writhing like a chained beast under the pounding bliss of his submission. She could probably crush him if she really wanted to - actually snap him in half with how hot her lust was flowing - but seeing such a handsome man willingly submit to her drove her wild. She didn’t have to coerce him into any of it; he’d come on to her.
Skoona grit out a rueful smile, wondering how she’d actually managed to find the one half-elf in the city mad enough to wanna bed a half-orc. She wasn’t sure, but she knew one thing: she wasn’t letting him go anywhere. Not until he’d helped her work out every tight, little knot she’d built up over the last few weeks.
Her head was flung back as he settled into a quick, tugging, yearning rhythm that turned her brain to soup. His mouth plucked her lower lips and folds, dragging one petal in particular between his teeth and tongue before slowly releasing it. She grit her teeth and held onto him, her thighs squeezing down on him tighter and tighter as he chanced upon the perfect mix of speed and pressure.
Fuck! FuckfuckFUCK!
Skoona’s lust poured down her thighs, mixing into a cocktail of arousal in his mouth and spilling down his tattooed neck. Her fingers lost themselves in his hair as she held him in place, pushed him down, and ground herself against him. Heat, pressure, arousal, and pounding need twisted her body into a tight fist that squeezed down on him harder than she knew was safe.
He’d break.
He’d-
Skoona grit her teeth so hard it hurt, until suddenly her jaw was wrenched open by the sweet, terrifying pleasure of release. She rocked forward, head impacting with the wall, her muscles tightening and spasming and relaxing as she groaned in utter, mindless arousal. Her stomach - her abs - twitched and shook, contracting as her breathing became spastic and rabid. Her fists yanked at his hair hard enough to make him wince, but he didn’t stop. That lovely mouth of his kept working until finally she shuddered out the entirety of her orgasm and was met with a feeling of total, warm, sticky adoration.
The half-orc slipped off his face, down his body and pressed herself to him. Kissing with tusks was a bit awkward, but he didn’t seem to mind the sharp, jutting fangs rubbing against his cheek slightly. Skoona pinned him against the mattress, pulling their lips together as she tasted the myriad wetness of his tongue. Her own arousal mixed with sweat and saliva; it nearly made her dizzy.
Her hand went to the back of his head, pulling him in further and deepening the kiss until a hot gasp from him parted it.
She pulled away, panting.
He was down to his briefs, showing off a nicely muscled body with just a smattering of hair across it. He certainly didn’t look like any man Skoona had ever been with, but she really didn’t mind. He was soft and supple and it made her want to bruise and bite and mark him.
Her gaze drifted down to his briefs - his last line of defense - which were straining to hold something back. Without a second thought the half-orc grabbed them, yanked them down, and threw them aside.
His manhood was… good. It could’ve been bigger, but she knew it would be more than enough. Frankly, he could’ve been hung like a ferret and she still probably would’ve cum for him. Pure, unbridled excitement did funny things to a girl.
He sat up, but she immediately pushed her hands into his chest and shoved him back down.
“Give me a second.” she whispered, before taking his lips again. He parted their kiss with a confused laugh, his yellow-ish eyes staring into hers with an earnest forgiveness.
“You… you really don’t have to return the favor.” he murmured.
“Don’t worry,” Skoona pushed him down again, before sliding down his body. She went between his legs, gently taking his dick in her rather large hand. “I’ll keep the tusks out of it.”
Before he could respond with - undoubtedly - some other annoying insistence that she didn’t care about, Skoona took his cock in her mouth. The skin was smooth and soft; devoid of any imperfections or oddities. It was… cute. Pretty, if a dick could be pretty. The instant she got it in her mouth he let out a groan of pleasure that told her he was probably just as pent up as she was.
It had been a long time since she’d gotten a chance to suck a dick, and the last one definitely hadn’t been as nice to look at as this one. So she decided to enjoy it. Her head rocked on his length as her tongue flattened against the shaft. Her cheeks sucked inwards to apply a succulent amount of pressure to him, lips working messily to pleasure the thing. His legs parted, thighs twitching every now and then as he drank in the sucking, lovely pleasure of her company. Skoona held back her hair and worked him over until he was hard as stone and her own nethers were burning with salacious desire. She released his member with a wet pop, the half-elf meeting her midway for a kiss.
If he really thought he was going to be on top, he was even cuter than he looked.
The half-orc grabbed his shoulders as he made to sit up, pushing him down into the mattress with a kiss as she straddled his hips. The kiss didn’t break until she slipped his length inside of her, at which point they both groaned in pleasure. Skoona cursed as his head hung back and he ran fingers through his sweaty hair.
He felt… good.
He was a good size - big enough to be fun without hurting - hard as wood, and warm as sunlight. She grabbed him in a hungry kiss as her hips started rocking, turning his body to jelly as she drank in his vitality and potency. She felt him melt under her, felt the strength leave him as he struggled just to sit up. Still, she held him in place with her mouth and hands and drank from him until finally she let him collapse. He fell back onto the bed, his hands finding her thighs as hers found his chest. From her position on top of him she felt… dominant. She watched his face twist with exertion as her powerful hips slammed down on his and her womanhood squeezed him dry.
Hells, it almost looked like she was fucking him, instead of the other way around. His face stained with blush as her lust animated her and turned her into a grunting beast. She pinned him there and drank from his body until his back arched and her thighs shuddered with bliss. His head stabbed against an achingly sweet spot and she held him there, grinding and grinding and grinding until her brain nearly shut off. Feeling him inside of her, reaching a spot she’d forgotten about for the longest time, she nearly could’ve wept. It was sheer, carnal bliss at its most indulgent; the feeling of scratching an itch she hadn’t even been able to touch in what felt like years.
She shuddered out the rest of her pleasure as she let him relax for a moment, her hips easing up. She slipped him out of her, letting his cock rest between her legs, looking even harder than it had before. Errantly, she ran a finger up his length, which twitched in ecstatic excitement from the simple contact alone.
“Can’t believe I’m doing this with a half-elf.” Skoona murmured.
“I… I can’t say I care much about race,” her lover panted, hiding his eyes behind his arms, “I just have a bit of a weakness for strong women.”
“I wouldn’t mind if more men had that kinda weakness.” Skoona whispered, leaning down towards his face, “At least… more men like you.”
With that, she grabbed him in another kiss and they got back into it. It only took a few more minutes of pounding, violent, hungry, needy riding before she managed to rip an orgasm out of Tav; an orgasm for both of them, that is. She gripped the blanket in her fists as she ground his head against her special spot over and over until her vision went black and she worried the half-elf was actually going to break something. He grunted with pain as her hips clapped against his, the pleasure building up so much she almost lost feeling in her legs altogether. Her muscular thighs quivered in ecstasy as the orgasm hit, knocking rueful laughs from the half-orc as her brain emptied.
She chuckled in satisfaction as his head ground her G-spot and made her cum, though as the bliss extended further and further her laughter turned to groaning adoration. By the time she was done snarling out the rest of her pleasure, she could only hunger for more. She kissed him and bit him and let him eat her out until he could get hard again, at which point she just let him take the reins.
She found it charming that he wanted to be on top despite the obvious strength difference, but she just found herself a bit too fond of him to say no. Getting taken from behind by a half-elf felt strange, but not necessarily in a bad way. Especially not when it was him, since he’d made her cum twice already. She still had about a hundred orgasms she’d like to have, but two was more than she ever could’ve asked for. She got on her knees and pressed her ass against Tav’s hips, chuckling wryly as his rather slender hands grabbed her waist. Still, even if they were a bit small, there was something kind of… commanding about them.
Skoona hung her head, arched her back and let her body do the talking. She let her wiggling hips beg for it as he positioned his cock at her entrance and slammed inside. An instant reverberation of pleasure went up her spine as she yielded to his thrusting and let him plow her. His hands - strong and confident - held her hips and helped to guide his to hers. Skoona groaned in pleasure as he started beating into her, her brain melting from just how insanely good it felt.
Her feet hooked inward around the inside of his knees, locking their bodies together as the pleasure of his company set her skin on fire. Her mind filled with visions of him and all the things she wanted to do together; missionary, riding, reverse riding, doggystyle, 69ing, hand-holding, riding his face, going out for drinks, sucking his-
What?!
Skoona shook her head, her hands gripping the sheets so tight they could’ve ripped holes in them. As much as she was loving the nice, hard fucking she couldn’t help but long for… more. Cuddling afterwards, holding hands, getting drinks, listening to his stories, going out for-
Her pussy tightened and she grit her teeth as frustration began to mix in with the lust. What the Hells was she thinking?! She didn’t even know this guy! Why’d she suddenly wanna date him?! Gods, was she seriously that pathetic?! Was she seriously that lonely, that she’d fantasize about going out with any guy willing to bed her?!
Skoona pushed against his hips to stop him, before whirling around on her knees to face him. His eyes were wide, his mouth open, the shock clear. For a split-second he faltered as his confidence fractured.
“D-did you not like-?”
She grabbed him in a kiss that was just as angry as it was intoxicated. She grabbed his mouth with hers and rode it till it broke, pushing him back further and further until he was off the bed entirely. Moving him was easy - pushing him off the bed, up against the wall, holding him there - but it still left a sour taste in Skoona’s mouth. She’d wanted the doggystyle! She’d wanted him, but she didn’t want to risk him getting away from her. She had to hold onto him just a little longer.
Wring him dry.
Use him.
She slammed him against the wall, pinning his hands there as she finished messily playing with his lips. When they broke for breath, she saw a meltingly hot cocktail of fear, doubt, and utter desire in his eyes. The half-orc hooked a leg around his, grabbed his cock and slotted him into her. She fucked him standing up, against the wall, her hips slamming against his as she drank his manhood over and over again. Her hands went to grab his head, watching as desire battled with the sweet, torturous bliss of her tightness. He faltered, staggered, cursed and finally went silent as she pulled him in for another kiss. Her body closed around him like a fist as her powerful hips slammed into his hard enough to make him wince, but she didn’t stop.
Not until she came again.
Her mouth opened with a wet sigh of pleasure as she managed to beat herself to orgasm with his hot, yielding body again. It wasn’t huge, but enough to make her legs shake and her body weaken. Even if it was only for a moment, it was all he needed. Tav pushed her down and guided her to the floor, landing between her legs with his hands on her hips. Skoona grunted as he slotted back into her and began desperately thrusting, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. They hooked his, once again locking their bodies together as if they were just an extension of each other. Skoona used the position to bounce her hips against his, meeting him mid-thrust and sending an extra shockwave of pleasure through their bodies. Her back arched as she placed a hand over her head and used the leverage to push herself into him, letting the desire for sex turn her into nothing but a grunting animal. Her back arched to accentuate her tits and ribs, her powerful biceps flexing to help her with the motion. Tav poured his hips into her, doubling over her and panting wildly as he tried to drive her to one final release.
“I-! I-!” he panted.
“Inside!” Skoona growled, “Do it, you slutty, little half-elf!”
Tav’s hands went to either side of her body as he buried himself in her and gasped with release. The half-orc grabbed his face and pulled it to hers, their lips meeting just in time for his last orgasm to hit. Skoona groaned into his mouth as she felt his hot essence enter her, her body tightening blissfully around him. It hadn’t quite made her cum, but it still drove her up the wall with lust. She didn’t let go of him until he’d spent everything and she could feel his softening length slowly slide out of her. Gradually, she sat up, only to find him still holding her hand.
He grinned down at her.
“Neck’s still intact.” he breathed, “Wanna try to break it one more time?”
Skoona grinned.
How could she say no to that?
Awake.
Skoona sat bolt upright in bed.
Froze.
Stretched. She let the soreness and exhaustion from the previous night scream in her muscles as she yawned, hardly even able to remember what the Hells had happened. There was a strangely satisfied fullness to her stomach, like she’d had a good meal, but she also couldn’t really remember eating anything.
What the Hells-
Her eyes widened and her gaze suddenly went to the lump next to her. He was lying there, beaten and bruised, with reddened skin and tousled hair. Were it not for the peaceful look on his face, he would’ve looked like the victim of a brutal mugging. Still, the sight of the half-elf in her bed just made Skoona’s hair stand on end.
Gods, what had she done?! Had she kidnapped him?! Gotten him liquored up and dragged him back here?! What was he doing in her bed?! Or was he one of those magic-types that could change his appearance? Maybe he was actually some goblin in disguise or something. It was probably about what she deserved.
Carefully, she reached out and nudged his cheek.
“Oi.”
“Hmmm?” his eyes opened, the lids still obviously heavy with exhaustion. Slowly, they gravitated up her muscled body to her face, drawing a lazy smile to his lips. “Oh. Morning.”
Skoona drew a blank.
What in Hells was he doing here?
“I…” the half-orc held her head in a hand and shook it, feeling a slight headache but not nearly enough to explain her lack of memories, “Ugh… shit. What… what the Hells happened last night?”
“Oh?” he struggled to a seated position next to her, “Was I that bad?”
Her eyes narrowed, “We…? You and I…?”
“Hopefully it wasn’t just a dream.” he slid back down onto the bed, his head hitting the pillow, “I have no idea what God I would have pissed off to levy such cruelty at me, but-”
“Huh.” Skoona’s gaze went past him as memories started creeping back into her brain. Riding his face, his dick, pushing him against a wall, riding his face again, cumming once, twice, thrice; it felt… unreal. Impossible. She had all the luck of a dragon with a gold allergy, how was she supposed to believe she’d actually bedded a half-elf like him?
She sighed.
Not that it mattered. Adventurers came and went. Even if they’d enjoyed one night together, he’d probably be gone by tomorrow.
So she may as well enjoy it.
Skoona fell back heavily on the mattress, staring at the ceiling.
“So, how long are you in Baldur’s Gate?” she asked, somewhat hollowly.
“How do you mean?” Tav flicked her a look.
“Passing through, I take it?” she asked, a touch more bitterly than was appropriate.
“Oh, please! I live here!” he smiled, causing Skoona’s eyes to widen, “I’ve just gotten back into town recently. I was away far too long on… ‘business’.” he relaxed a bit, “Obviously I can’t stick around forever, but I’m hoping-”
“At least this morning?” Skoona murmured, her eyes embarrassingly desperate.
She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d gotten morning sex.
Tav chuckled, “At least.”
She smiled and met him with a kiss halfway, before shifting her weight forward to pin him to the mattress. She wasn’t letting him go anywhere. At least, not for a little while. Or a long while.
However long it could last.