Work Text:
The tavern door creaked wide and heavy behind me, the warm stink of mead and sweat washing over me like a second skin. My boots scuffed across the floor, sticky with spilled drinks and gods-know-what else. I tugged my hood down, ears twitching, bow slung over my shoulder, quiver nearly empty... and my thighs aching from days of walking. All I wanted was a bed, a hot meal and maybe someone warm to keep me company.
I found her at the bar - tall, broad, green-skinned with scars rippling across her strong arms like battle medals. An orc woman, wearing leather so tight it looked painted onto her curves and a smile that pinned me harder than any arrow ever could. Our eyes met. She grinned. I blushed, hard enough my whole face probably matched the fire roaring in the hearth.
She bought me a drink before I could even ask. Her hand brushed mine when she passed it over - rough, calloused... deliciously big. My stomach flipped and a guilty little shiver danced right down between my legs. I was tired, filthy, sore - and now... soaking wet too.
Time melted away between us, laughter bubbling up easily as we traded stories and teasing jabs. The fire crackled nearby, casting a soft glow over her scarred face, making her look almost tender. Hours must've slipped past and still, I couldn't stop smiling up at her, heart thudding like crazy. Finally, she leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear and her hand slid down, bold as anything, cupping my ass through my tunic and squeezing.
I whimpered - fuck, right there in the middle of everyone - and grabbed her hand, dragging her towards the stairs like my life depended on it. I stumbled past tables full of disappointed-looking men, their hopeful eyes following us, no doubt wishing for a show we had no intention of giving them. I caught a few groans and muttered curses as we slipped away, my heart hammering in my chest, my whole body burning with the thrill of being wanted... and only wanting her.
The room was tiny, barely enough space for the narrow bed and the two of us, but I didn't care. The second the door slammed shut, I stood there, flushed and shy, heart racing. I leaned up on my toes and pressed a soft, timid kiss to her lips - barely a brush, barely anything. She growled low in her throat, grabbing me by the hips and yanking me closer. Her mouth found mine again, rougher this time, demanding, her tongue forcing its way past my lips. I moaned into her, melting against her body, giving myself up as her kiss grew hungrier, hotter, until it wasn't just kissing anymore - it was devouring.
Her hands were everywhere - yanking my hood back, shoving my cloak off, squeezing my breasts through the rough linen of my tunic until I cried out. She tore at my belt, dropping it to the floor with a heavy clatter of knives and pouches, then yanked my leggings down to my knees.
I stumbled back onto the bed, breathless, cheeks burning, core dripping. She followed me down, stripping herself bare with a brutal efficiency that made my head spin. Her body was a map of muscle and scars and sin and when she climbed over me, her thigh sliding between mine, I ground down onto her without even thinking.
"Greedy little elf.." she growled against my throat, teeth scraping my skin hard enough to leave a trail of tingling heat. I gasped, the sound breaking out of me high and helpless and spread my legs wider, desperate for more contact. I rocked my hips, grinding my soaked lust shamelessly against her thigh, leaving a sticky trail over her thick, muscled skin. Her hands gripped my ass, kneading me roughly, pulling me harder against her like she couldn't get enough. I whimpered and bucked, nails scratching down her sides, my whole body begging without words, pleading to be used and broken and remade.
She laughed, deep and low and shoved two thick fingers inside me without warning. I screamed - oh shit - back arching, nails digging into her shoulders. She fucked me hard and deep, rough fingers filling me up, thumb grinding cruel little circles over my most sensitive bud until I was thrashing under her, hips jerking.
She pinned me down with her body, biting at my neck, my chest, leaving bruises like dark little kisses. I was whining, babbling, begging without even knowing what for - just needing more. Needing her.
When she finally let me come, it hit me like a punch - my whole body clenching and spasming around her fingers, slick gushing out of me, soaking the sheets. She didn't stop though. She just kept taking me, milking every last spasm out of me until I was a whimpering, drooling mess.
Finally she pulled back, licking her fingers clean with a filthy smirk, then curled around me in the tangled sheets. Her arm draped heavy over my hips, her breath warm against the back of my neck. I shifted a little, cheeks flushed and mumbled a breathless, needy question - wasn't it my turn now, to pleasure her? She just chuckled, low and rough, pressing a lazy kiss to my shoulder. "Tomorrow." she murmured against my skin, voice thick with promise. "There's always tomorrow, little elf."
I sighed, boneless and blissed-out, my thighs sticky, my body aching in the sweetest ways. Sleep tugged at me, thick and heavy and I let it pull me under with a little smile on my face.
I had no idea who she was. I didn't care. I'd probably never see her again. But tonight... tonight, I'd been taken, fucked silly and held tight. I giggled to myself softly, snuggling deeper into the warm sheets, thinking about how surprised she'd be when she woke up to find me gone. Sadly, adventures didn't wait - and neither did I.
But gods... this felt so, so good.