Poer at the Lion's Pride Inn (wow)

Synopsis:

An Elven sorceress joins a game of strip poker that turns into an orgy. Featuring an OC from World of Warcraft.

Author's Note:

A story I wrote for a client. I welcome any feedback you may have! I hope you enjoy it!

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POKER AT THE LION'S PRIDE INN

Section I.

One should know when to keep their questions to themselves. But if you must ask, I will tell you.

I am Cassandra, Slayer of Orcs, Keeper of the Legendary Staff, and a Blood Elf of surpassing beauty and allure. Those who have laid eyes upon me and lived to tell the tale always said the same thing: "Her long hair is as golden as the treasures of the Forbidden Reach, and her eyes glow as brightly as The Blue Child. Woe to you should your gaze fall upon her immaculate bosom whose great cleavage cuts deeper than the Narsong Trench, for you shall drown there and never again see the sun if she wills it. And should you survive mortal combat against her, know that she'll grant you the earthly delights of her supple body in exchange for your eternal servitude."

To be frank, this was a wild exaggeration, but one that tickled my fancy.

Alas, with the changing of the times, my days as the famed Orc Slayer were an aging tale. Yesterday, today, and the foreseeable tomorrow were all vacation days.

"Here we are! The town of Goldshire!"

The wagon finally clattered to a stop. My teeth chattered. A cold shiver rippled down my spine as I peeled back the window curtains and looked outside. Even as a tourist, I knew that snow was a rarity here.

"A rather cold season this year, I'm afraid!" The coachman said. "Hope you brought something warm, Cassandra!"

"I have indeed," I replied, throwing a fur mantle over my shoulders. "That's the Lion's Pride Inn over there, isn't it?"

"The very same! But beware the afterhours!" He warned. "The denizens of that inn are not for fair ladies like yourself!"

"I appreciate your concern, coachman. It has been some time, but I do know the area well enough."

"Oh right! You're one of them elves! Good golly, I'm probably a whelp to you!"

"You have the right of it. In any case, I do appreciate the ride. I bid you farewell, sir."

I put on my boots and stepped out of the carriage. Without another word, the coachman snapped the reigns and carted off. Despite my heavy purse, I preferred to use the local carriage service to travel from place to place as I learned from an early age to travel light when possible as the burden of bulky things--even a personal wagon--was often more trouble than it was worth. And if you were wealthy enough--which I was--one would pretty much already own everything if her pockets were deep enough.

Naturally, as I would soon find out, throwing around such coin also attracted unwelcome attention.

It was 8:30 in the evening. The inside of the Lion's Pride Inn seemed untouched by the passing of time. The nostalgic scent of beer, ale, and other spirits stung my lungs. Groups of humans, gnomes and dwarfs laughed and joked and scarfed down plates of meat and bread with their alcohol. And when I decided I also needed a drink after my long journey, I took a seat at the bar whereupon a familiar face approached me.

"Well, well! If it isn't Cassandra! It is you, isn't it?"

"Hello Bradbury. My, you've grown, haven't you?"

"And I see you haven't!"

I remembered it as if it were only yesterday. Bradbury had been hired to mop the floors when he was but a 16-year-old babe. Now, he was a grandfather.

"I take it you own the place now?" I asked.

"Aye, so I do. What brings you to these parts after so many years?"

"I guess you could say--" I thought about it for a moment. "I'm on vacation."

"Vacation? You? HAH!!"

"What?" I furrowed my brow in consternation.

"The great orc slayer is always on the hunt for something. What is it this time? The Secret Spell? The Staff of Stars?"

"Nothing so grand, I'm afraid. I'm here for the Feast of Winterveil."

"Oh, the holidays. Far be it from me to mock you then. I offer my apology."

"None needed, Bradbury."

"Then how about an ale on the house?"

"Come now," I scoffed. "Just take my coin and retire."

"Hah! Funny girl, you..."

I dropped a heavy bag of coins on the counter which Bradbury quickly took. He pulled a glass from under the counter, filled it to the brim, and handed it to me.

It wasn't long before that jingle of coin attracted unwanted attention.

The man approaching me was heavy set like an ox, muscular like a lumberjack, with biceps that could crack a walnut. He was over six feet tall, wore a leather tunic, and was clearly a warrior type that carried a double-bladed axe on his back and swung it daily too. His short, brown hair, bronzed scars, and grey eyes belied his maturity and age. His grizzly, brown beard hung like a trimmed grapevine from his chin, but his demeanor was polite as could be.

At first, I was disinterested.

"Yer a Blood Elf, aren't ye, bonnie?" He spoke. "My, are you a sight for sore eyes! Has anyone ever told ye that?"

I chuckled. "Is that the best you can do, good sir?"

"Heh, well, can't say I didn't try. The name's Bruno, bonnie. Bruno the Ruggard they call me!"

"And what can I do for you, Bruno?" I sipped my ale, not meeting his eyes.

"Me and my boys are upstairs are playing a little card game. I saw that there big bag of coin you just gave to ol' Bradbury. I think you would enjoy playing with us."

"I can't say I would be," I replied, feigning disinterest. "But humor me! What kind of a game?"

With a glint in his eye, he pulled a card from his sleeve--a Queen of Hearts.

"Poker?" My long ears perked up with nostalgia. That game I knew!

"Aye, so it is! A game of cards, coin, and bluffing."

"I know what kind of game it is." I smiled back. "And I should warn you that you may regret asking me to play..."

"Oh? Is that so? There is one important twist, though..."

I turned to him, suddenly intrigued.

"What kind of a twist?"

"You'll find out, bonnie." He winked. "Come along and bring your mug with ye."

And so, having decided not to resist, he took me by the hand. And within the minute I was brought up to the second floor of the building into a hall of doors. And at the end of that hall was one narrow set of stairs that led directly into what must have been the inn's attic.

I could smell cigar smoke. A flickering oil lamp quietly hung from the rafters. Below it, sitting together at a round table, was a group of four: There was Bruno's seat on the far end across from me; a scantily-clad Draenei woman on the far left with violet skin and long horns; a skinny, wiry-looking thief with a red bandana to the right; and finally, a hooded man covered from head to toe in green robes sitting off on the far-right side--clearly a mage of sorts.

"These are my guildmates, bonnie! I trust them with my life. The woman is Elun the Draenei. The kid with the red bandana is Elroy the Thief. And the mage is--"

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. That one's gaze was cold and calculating.

"My name is Ramzi. Ramzi the Seeker," the mage whispered, his voice soft-spoken. "Bruno, what did you say this woman's name was?"

"Well, I--" Bruno fumbled. Indeed, he had not yet asked my name.

"I know her," bellowed Ramzi. "That golden hair! Those glowing blue eyes! And her staff--the legendary Dragonwrath! This woman is none other than the famed Cassandra, the Orc Slayer!"

"WHAT did you say?!"

The Draenei and the Thief almost jumped from their seats.

I felt my lips curl into a smile. What a nostalgic feeling to be called an Orc Slayer after so many decades!

"So," I replied nonchalantly. "History remembers me after all!"

Section II.

There is a myth from the last century claiming that I--Cassandra the Orc Slayer--was defeated by four Orcish brothers who vowed revenge by tearing my body in twain and partaking in a righteous and hallowed rape that would forever cement the four brothers into the annals of Orcish history.

Obviously, the rumors of my demise were greatly exaggerated as the four brothers did not in fact "partake of me". Rather, I defeated them and took their manhoods as my prize. Then, true to my title, I ended their lives save for one brother who I took pity on, and who I hoped would spread the word of my legend into the future so that no Orc would dare cross me again.

Alas, Orc pride and cowardice runs deep, and that brother spread the lie of his victory and died a grandfather before I could successfully hunt him down.

Thereafter, I became a studied figure in mage's guilds for my magic, my experiences, and--obviously--my enduring beauty and allure.

And now, here at the Lion's Pride Inn, I wore my career on my shoulder!

I stood up, spread my thighs with aplomb, struck the butt of my staff upon the floor, and proudly introduced myself.

"Indeed, I am Cassandra the Orc Slayer!! But fear not! Unless you are orcs in blood or identity, I have no quarrel with you!" I bellowed.

"Orc Slayer?! I have had orc friends! And you are a mass murderer!" Elun the Draenei shouted.

"You want us to play poker against her?" Ramzi said.

"We'd never win!" exclaimed Elroy the Thief.

"Everyone settle down!" said Bruno. "Fine, fine! Some kind of slayer she may be. What of it? I have killed! We have all killed at least once! And this is but poker! You will treat her as another guest! Please, take a seat Cassandra. I for one am pleased to have ye with us!"

His guildmates glowered at him.

"Besides--" he added. "She's filthy rich!"

Bruno kindly pulled up a chair for me. Flashing an appreciative smile, I took my seat directly across from him. And with begrudging silence, everyone else did the same as Bruno began dealing out the cards.

"Now as I said, the prizes are worth it! But tonight there shall be a twist! And that twist is that we're playing strip poker!"

Oh my. This would be fun.

"That is to say, every time you lose a hand, you lose a piece of clothing!"

The others groaned. For a moment, it seemed they might back out of it. And so I decided to throw them a bone.

"I will participate," I announced. "I'm quite confident that I will emerge victorious. But to add additional incentive--"

I grabbed my heavy pouch of coins and threw it in the middle of the table. The knot unraveled, spilling a mess of gold coins onto the table.

"That will be my wager. Should you win, that prize shall be yours!" I winked.

Bruno and his guildmates traded glances. I for one had not played a game of strip poker in all my long years on Azeroth. For a woman who had lived as long as I, new experiences were more than welcome.

The mage changed his tune rather quickly.

"Very well," Ramzi said. "I shall indulge in the honor of playing with the legendary Cassandra. Bruno, deal me!"

The others hesitated, but eventually nodded as well.

Poker is a rather simple affair: a dealer handles the deck and deals two cards to each person as their hand. These cards are immediately viewed and kept a guarded secret by their owners. The dealer then places three communal cards known as the flop into the center of the table. Each person attempts to make the best hand they can out of their two cards and the flop displayed on the table. Each game of Poker is comprised of four rounds of betting during which players may choose to check, call, or raise the bet. The second round introduces a fourth card to the flop, and the final round introduce a fifth.

As we were playing strip poker, those who decided to fold would lose an article of clothing. And for me, the first to go was my mantle.

The first game had passed in almost an instant; I folded almost immediately.

"Cassandra! Color me surprised," Bruno bellowed. "I thought you'd last a big longer than that."

"I was feeling a little hot," I replied nonchalantly. "The mantle needed to go anyway."

The next game began.

Bruno passed out the cards.

A Four of Hearts and a Four of Spades. A mere pair!

There were many hands in poker, but the strongest by far was the Royal Straight Flush. I could tell right away that this would be an unlikely win.

I glanced around at the table. Despite poker not being my forte, I considered myself a good judge of character, and I prided myself in knowing who was bluffing. Bruno was the boisterous sort who did not--could not--attempt to hide his true feelings, much like a dog begging for food. Ramzi, on the other hand, was cold and stoney faced--clearly a man of great discipline who spent years honing his magical craft. The other two--the Draenei and the boy--seemed to be unusually close. Were they a couple? I wagered they would not compete against each other.

Myself? I wore a smile at all times. And with the early and well-timed loss of my mantle, I displayed my ample cleavage for all to see in the hopes that it would provide a good distraction.

Ramzi cleared his throat.

"Ahem! This is not going well for me," he said. "I'm afraid I will have to fold here."

With that, Ramzi immediately removed his cloak and hood, revealing his tousled brown hair, freckles, and a silken tunic underneath. He was a little scrawny, but otherwise cute for a human.

"That's too bad," laughed Bruno. "And what about you two, Elun? Elroy?"

"I lay down my two of a kind!" Elroy said. "It is all I have."

"I fold," said Elun. "Away comes my boots, I guess..."

"Mine too," I said, revealing my two pairs.

"And that means--" Bruno displayed his hand on the table. "My Straight Flush wins!"

The others groaned as Bruno took the gold in the center of the table, and everyone else--myself included--removed another article of clothing.

But as I removed my snow-caked boots, I realized I was having fun for the first time in a few years. My travels had taken me across Azeroth as I sought The Secret Spell of legend. And having decided to take a vacation of sorts and return to Goldshire for the famed Feast of Winterveil, I found myself bereft of companionship both platonic and sexual.

Four games later, I realized I had found exactly what I needed.

By the end, we had all been stripped down to our undergarments. Bruno sat there with his hairy chest and corded thighs, wearing only his undershorts. Ramzi had lost every article of clothing as well, displaying a skinny, pale frame typical of scholarly types. Elun the Draenei was stripped near naked, and I could see that she was busty--but not nearly as much as I. Elroy couldn't seem to keep his eyes off her.

Myself? I was left in my black lace bra and panties. I could feel the eyes of the men on me, scanning every pore and shimmer of my pale skin, undressing me further like their cocks demanded it. Ramzi in particular was trying very hard to pretend that he wasn't looking.

There were few women who enjoyed that gaze, and I was one of them.

"Well, look at that," Bruno smiled. "We're all down to our knickers here. I suppose that's the end of the game!"

"It was a good run," said Ramzi. "Now I'm getting hun--"

"Well, wait a minute, Ramzi," Bruno interjected. "Cassandra, you and I both still have our undies on. Care to go for a final round? I'll even make it interesting!"

"What do you suggest?"

"Whoever loses this final round... shall orally pleasure the winner!"

At this, Elun blushed fiercely and Elroy cheered.

"Wow!"

"Let's see some HEAT!"

"Uh, wait, no, that's--" Ramzi stammered.

"I accept, Bruno!"

I said it loudly. I licked my lips as the other four sat there with their jaws on the floor. Indeed, Bruno was a fine specimen. And from the corner of my eye, I could see his bulge bursting from his briefs with vigor.

He shuffled the cards.

"We'll make it a quick one. Cassandra, here are your two cards."

He handed me an Ace of Hearts and a Seven of Spades. After he took his own two cards, he laid out a 5-card flop, all face down on the table.

"Here we go! The suspense is killing me!" He grinned.

He flipped the first card. An Ace of Diamonds.

He flipped the second card. A Seven of Hearts.

The third. An Eight of Diamonds.

The fourth. A Nine of Diamonds.

And finally, the last. An Ace of Spades.

Oh my.

"HAH!" Bruno bellowed. "It IS my lucky day, isn't it, Cassandra?"

The man excitedly lay his cards down on the table. His was a Flush entirely of Diamonds.

Mine was a Full House.

For a moment, I pictured my victory and pondered the possibility of his service. I imagined spreading my own thighs apart, relishing in the writhing wetness of his probing tongue and the prickles of his beard on my thighs. He would pleasure me as a human servant would, and I would indulge in a climax that would tickle the itch that so bothered me for the past year. But would that be enough?

The others waited with bated breath. And in a moment of clarity, I decided I needed more.

With a seductive smile, I folded and placed my cards on the table.

Bruno, Elun, and Elroy erupted into cheer. They did not know I had surrendered on purpose.

"There we go!" Bruno bellowed. "I knew I was right to pick ye!"

Section III.

Not waiting another moment, I rose from my chair and reached for the clasp of my bra. The men's gazes were on me as my breasts shook with the movements of my fumbling fingers. I felt the cold metal clip of my bra between my fingernails, and with a slow and seductive movement, I unhooked it from my back and let the silken garment fall away from one side, exposing my pale breasts and red nipples to the golden glow above.

I raised my arms over my head, allowing gravity to cradle the orbs of my chest as they spilled heavy from my bra, that all men might gaze upon them and nurse sudden erections on sight!

The men gulped.

Then I spun around, holding my panties by the waistline. I couldn't see the men's faces, but as I slid my panties down inch by inch, revealing my bottom to a room of people I just met, I could feel the tension in the air thickening. I imagined the erections of Bruno, Ramzi, and Elroy springing to life like tents in their briefs, and Elun the Draenei probably fuming with jealousy.

As my panties dropped and fluttered quietly to my ankles, I faced them completely naked. They could never believe how old I actually was.

"Fuck--" Bruno scrambled from his seat and reached for his waistband.

I licked my lips. His bulge was enormous. And a second later, his rotund girth flopped out from its prison and stood straight up as though in worship. His cock made me feel like a goddess reborn.

"Hurry, lass." He gazed directly at my mouth.

I crawled over the table, passing before the four of them, seductively swinging my bottom back and forth. I heard Ramzi gulp as my bottom briefly brushed his chin. And under the glow of the brazier overhead, I knelt on all fours with the eye of Bruno's twitching cock gazing directly at me, begging to be pleasured.

"Oh fuck..." His moans filled the attic.

I grabbed his shaft and stroked him, feeling the rivets and veins of his manhood in the pads of my fingers. The heat of his blood and the smell of the musk of his hairy balls tickled my nose, awakening the latent desire in my elven core. I passed my eyelashes over the sensitive skin of his glans, kissing his cock with the blinking of my eyes. Then I caressed the base of his cock back and forth with firm, shallow strokes, encouraging more and more blood to engorge his length. His cock throbbed angrily, the heat of his body gathering in what was currently the most important organ of his body.

"Hng..." He grunted.

At last, I licked the underside of his glans, spreading my elven saliva upon his frenulum. He trembled, and I could see his thigh hairs standing on end and his goosebumps erupting all over his body. Again, I lapped him up and down his shaft, tasting every taut wrinkle of his manhood while squeezing his base. His cock twitched, and twitched again, and I saw that his clear precum began rolling voluminously from his glans. He grit his teeth and grunted as it spilled down in modest beads, coating my wrists and fingers.