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He stepped off stage to riotous applause, a swagger in his step as he made his way through the adoring crowd and to a table reserved for him in the back.
The room was large and dark, high ceilinged with a roaring fire in a massive hearth at the center. A stage was set up near the entrance, a long bar packed with patrons connecting to it and circumnavigating the room. Waittresses carried wooden trays between tables as barmaids called out orders, the sound of a lute being tuned piercing the cacophony of laughter and merriment as the next act prepared to take the stage.
He was six foot tall, with long dark hair pulled loosely back into a ponytail at the base of his neck. Broad shoulders and a well defined frame were accentuated by tight leather clothes, black of course. A slightly-too-short coat revealed stylish boots, tipped with silver and made of expensive leather. He sported a neatly trimmed goatee, and his teeth were white and straight as he flashed the room a smile and waved before sitting casually at his table.
The Human bard smiled at a busty waitress headed his way, bearing an enormous mug of fresh ale with a smile on her full, dark green lips. She was an Orc, and she was moving with easy power and grace. Her hips were wide and her legs spilled out of the skirt she wore, well muscled and long. Her cleavage was barely contained by the too-tight bustier wrapped around her torso, her arms and shoulders also toned from genetics and years of manual labor. Dark hair tied in a tight braid swept down her back and to the floor as she stopped at his table. Standing at seven foot and some change and with a rugged beauty about her, the Bard failed to notice the smaller figure to the Orc’s left until she cleared her throat and spoke.
“Darian the Voice?” Her’s was strong but high, the barest note of a question in her tone. It was obvious to Darian that she knew who he was, she just wanted to hear him say it, “the best vocalist in the realm? The Human with the… vigor of an Orc?”
A chuckle. “Aye, lass, that’s me.” Reaching for the mug, Darian flipped a small silver piece onto the tray and winked at the waitress before turning to the other girl and staring in awe. A Halfling, she was three foot even, her curly red hair hanging to her back. Beauty was too ignoble a word for her. She radiated. Though she barely had any breasts to speak of, her hips were wide and waist small, and she wore a stylish dress with a front cutout from her mons to her collarbone, showing off her stomach. For a tiny creature, her legs seemed to go upward forever, and like all Halfling females the center of her abdomen had a noticable cleft running up it, revealing the species not-so-secret endowments: In the Female’s case, a deep vaginal canal that runs the length of their torsos.
Darian the Voice was familiar with women of all species, but this Halfling’s stomach practically had a valley running up it, and as he watched he could see minute ripples as she flexed her vaginal walls for him, showing off her ability to manipulate and massage.
He shook himself and smiled lasciviously at her, “A Halfling? For me? Mmm, how delightful.”
She grinned at him and snapped her fingers. The Orc quickly but gently bent over and picked up the shorter woman, using her large palms as a seat. Raising the diminutive lady up to Darian’s eye level, she kept herself seated as if the Orc lass was a living throne from which the Queen surveyed her domain.
“A business owner, here with a proposition for you.”
The Voice smiled wrily and took a large swig of ale before replying in a silky drawl, “I already have a manager, but thanks for the offer, ma’am.” He recognized her now, she was the owner of nearly the entire entertainment district he found himself playing in, including this establishment. Obviously she felt the need to expand her small empire.
The halfling chuckled and again snapped her fingers. This time the Orc put her down on the tabletop. Placing both feet down, the tiny firebrand walked sultrily over to Darian on the table top and lifts her dress, revealing her bright pink vulva and tiny, throbbing clit. Darian freezes before feeling a huge hand cup the back of his head and shove his face firmly but carefully into the Halfling’s wet snatch.
“I pay you triple your current salary if you let me and my friend take you upstairs, to do with as we wish for the night. Deal?”
Darian was no fool. His salary for this gig was enough to purchase a small manor house in the Royal District, but triple? His tongue was already as deep as he could get it in this tiny dynamo’s hot and wet pussy, his top lip rubbing against her hard little nub as his free hand rubbed it’s thumb against her rippling stomach. She smelled musky, her juices flowing down the Voice’s chin, his tongue lapping what it could from her overflowing cup.
“Dweahl,” he managed to get out before renewing his efforts to burrow his face into her. The walls of her pussy undulated around his tongue as he dug it upward and into her g-spot, which in Halfling’s runs the length of their vaginal canal.
The Halfling again snapped her fingers, but this time her companion picked up Darian and carried he and her mistress up the stairs to the second floor. There they passed through the common area, where bunk beds were arrayed along the walls. Each was large enough to accomodate two Orcs, but they were not going for one of these beds. The female Orc moved past them and opened a door to the rear of the room, entering and closing the heavy wooden frame before bolting it and turning to place the two lovers on the massive fourposter bed, the
Voice’s forgotten mug of ale spilling to the floor.
The room was reds, purples, and pinks. Lace was everywhere, velvet covered every seatable surface, and lavish paintings of couples performing various sex acts with each other decorated the walls. The four poster dominated the room, a massive bed large enough to host an orgy.
The Human and the Halfling looked like dolls floating on a sea of silk to the Orc, who proceeded to disrobe as Darian laid back and allowed his diminutive lover to straddle his face and grind down onto him, her high pitched but throaty moans making lewd music with the squish of his tongue on her moistness. He felt the bed shift slightly as the Orc kneeled onto it, and then he felt his pants being removed by large but soft hands. Once gone, he again felt the bed shift followed by the weight of the maiden stradling his manhood, already erect and nearly a foot long, and then the feeling of her moist and oh so warm pussy lips envolping his cockhead and squeezing as she slowly lowered herself onto him fully.
Darian groaned as he felt her begin to ride him cowgirl, her knees moving out and in to propel herself up and down as her hands pushed him deep into the cushiony mattress. The Halfling’s hands gripped the top of his head as his tongue flicked against her most sensitive areas. Reaching upward, Darian found his lover’s hard nipples and began gently carressing them, causing her back to arch and her voice to take on a higher register as her first orgasm began to build.
“Oooo, right there,” her own hands slid up his arms and back down, almost petting his torso behind her as she arched deeper in ecstacy, her legs squirming around and squeezing his head as her vaginal walls tightened and gushed out more fluid, “such a skilled tongue. Deeper!”
Darian’s mouth widened in an attempted smile as he obliged his new patron, using his superior strength to pull her into him and push his chin into the entrance of her undulating pussy, the walls gripping his tongue, mouth, and chin as the undulations seemed to be attempting to pull him deeper inside of her.
Meanwhile, the Orc waitress had begun to grind her hips forward and back, using his considerable girth to rub against the base of her rather large clit. Darian barely noticed the difference, but a part of his brain that was quickly silenced found it odd that the woman had such a large one.
A low groan started deep in the little woman’s throat, and the Voice’s attention was fully on the Halfling again, as the groan heightened to a full-pitched scream of pure delight as her orgasm crested. Her lithe body shook as her fingers gripped tightly into the Voice’s chest, nails ripping skin and leaving bloody tracts in his flesh. Her vulva was pressed even more firmly against his lips and chin as she began panting for breath and collapsed onto the wide chest, hands curling into her chest and squeezing her miniscule breasts and nipples as the waves began to recede down her body, leaving contentment and warmness in their wake.
As they both came down and back to reality, Darian noticed that the bed, thicker then any mattress he had ever been on, was rocking violently, the floorboards creaking ominously as he was being ridden as if he was a horse being driven miles into a heated battle. The Orc gave out deep, throaty growls on each upward rub against his rock hard dick, the schlick of her wetness still audible above the groans of the bed and the growls of her throat.
His crotch, legs, and lower abdomen were soaked with her natural lubricant, and the Halfling came to from the droplets hitting her face from her position laying on his chest. She smiled upward at her faithful companion and pouted her lips in a perfectly painted face of desire and innocent pleading. “Let me take care of that big problem for you, baby.”
Grunting, the Orc lifted the little one off of Darian’s face, allowing him to lift his head and finally notice the lengthy cock that was still being kept secured behind a tightly tied leather thong wrapped around the woman’s waist like a lewd belt. Reaching behind her, she untied it and allowed the sixteen inch behemoth to flop against Darian’s stomach, leaking copious amounts of precum like a horny snail against his stomach as it moved around from her constant grinding against his by now well bruised pelvis. Reaching with her free hand, and assisted in small part by the greedy hands of her lover, the Orc lifted her cock and aligned it with the now winking entrance to her vagina, it’s lips opening and closing in anticipation of the treat about to be given her
They both sighed as her large cockhead pushed it’s way inside of her, and Darian groaned as he felt the Orc Futriarch’s pussy tighten and grip his cock like a vice grip. Throwing his head back, he let loose a glorious musical note in the high G range, held for nearly ten seconds as he began to violently ejaculate into her, his hips thrusting upward and nearly pushing the waitress off of him as she began using the Halfling like a flesh light, her abdominal cleavage expanding outward visibly as the large Orc cock plowed it’s way in and out of her, the woman’s hands gripping her lover’s miniscule torso to either side as wetness dripped everywhere.
The redheaded Halfling’s belly was undulating as her head fell back and her eyes rolled into the back of her skull, a near constant orgasm overwhelming her as her lover’s teeth bit into her dark green lip and broke the skin, causing pale pink blood to drip down her chin as the cock shaft protruding from the top of her vulva grew in girth and began pulsing rythmically in orgasm, the Halfling’s vaginal cavity expanding as burst after burst of cum flooded her womb, the Orc’s legs finally giving in and splaying lewdly around the exhausted musician’s waist as he too allowed himself to relax as his penis began to soften, his balls now emptied.
The small body on Darian’s chest quivered for a minute or two as they all took a moment to collect themselves, the fog of mutual orgasms slowly lifting as fresh air filled their lungs. Suddenly the sounds of cheering from the tavern below rose up and around their heavy intakes of breath, mugs being slammed into tables repeatedly as the customers cheered the owner’s good luck and toasted the couples good health. The sounds of their lovemaking had been loud enough to be heard over the band, who began playing a salutory tune as the cheering died down, to be replaced with the tinkling laughter of the Halfling, who sat up with her lover’s semi-hard cock still inside of her and smacked the Voice’s chest several times as a gesture for a job well done.
“I thank you for your time and talent.”
The petite beauty held her arms upwards as her love reached down and lifted her from her penis, the soft plop of it exiting from her lips followed by the sounds of passionate kissing from the two lovebirds filling the silence.
Darian lifted his head and then his shoulders, propping himself up onto his elbows to watch them. He was charmed that these two had invited him into their bedroom, as he saw now that they were obviously a couple who were deeply in love. Knowing what he knew of the anatomy of Orc’s, he knew that a small but still sizeable percentage of their females are born fully-functional hermaphrodites, and that they are the defacto rulers of their people. For this woman to have left her tribe to be with this other, to give up that much power, was truly an act of love.
As they ended their embrace, Darian cleared his throat and smiled his most charming smile. “If I may,” he gestured towards the pile of leather clothing on the floor next to the bed and chuckled, “If you recall, I am down to play another set tonight.”
The Orc maiden gave a genuine smile that made her face glow, and moved from astride his hips so that Darian could crawl off of the massive red and purple bed. As he sat on the edge and reached for his pants, he chuckled again before turning to the two, now spooning in the middle of the bed and glorying in the warm afterglow of good sex.
“No charge.”