"I must thank you deeply Luca. Without your help I fear that I may be a devoted wife to a terrible man by now." Trysh'alia bowed at her hips once she pulled herself off of Aro for just one moment, her heavy, braless chest jiggled and hung as she lowered her body, and bounced back up as she retreated into Aro's warm, firm side. Luca blushed and smiled, nodding and resting against the counter of the bar. Death surrounded them, except the enchanted women who were clothed in tattered rags and waitress uniforms that were far more impractical than the fashionable bikini armour women would wear in deadly situations such as this.
"I am sure Aro would have saved you regardless." He replied with a nod. Trysh giggled and rose to her tip toes and planted a loving kiss on Aro's bearded cheek, sending waves of pleasure through her loins to leak her nectar from her lips onto her black panties.
"That is true. He is always there for me." Aro, with his hand wrapped around her waist, gave her soft, thick flesh a playful squeeze through her extremely tight shirt. Luca noticed and smiled at his friend.
"How long have you been dating an Elf?"
"Roughly five minutes." Aro replied. Trysh gasped and firmly prodded her lover's chest with her finger.
"My love, I thought we were engaged to marry!" Trysh faked a shock look to which Aro only blushed and looked at her with a hint of confusion. She giggled and rubbed her cheek against his side. "I'm only joking Aro." He breathed a sigh of relief, which she felt upon her cheek.
Luca chuckled and shook his head, moving to a wall at the far end of the hideout, as he firmly thumped the wall Trysh looked at him with one dark brow raised. "What's he doing?"
"There's a teleport gate hidden in the wall, easy way to escape if there's any trouble."
Trysh held back the feeling of nausea that the mere mention of another teleport gate brought forward, and observed the batch of twenty women standing up and casually caressing each other like she was to her lover. Except hers was real affection, theirs were nothing more than potion effects; and as they grinned and softly moaned at each other, Trysh'alia wondered if they even knew that they were doing such things.
"So... When will we...You know... You're leaving me on the edge of my seat you know." The elf teased whilst pushing her heavy boobs against his side.
"Well...Luca and I will take the women to a Temple; I don't think it would be a good idea for you to join us. The gate will lead to a broth- I mean an Inn, one that the gang own, or used to own, I guess. If you get a room for us, then we can talk."
"I don't think we will be doing much talking..." Trysh muttered. Aro looked down at her and she felt her ears flick and twitch. In a flash the memory of Arabella telling him that tending to an elf's ears stimulates them even more. He could see the effects of her saving his life already, with her trembling thighs and deeply flushed face, along with how naturally flirty she was being; if he went to massage those cute ears of hers, would she even be able to stand up properly?
He was about to test the idea, before Luca boomed out an "Aha!" A clamouring thud rattled through the dead room as the fake wall panel fell to the floor, revealing a purple glowing teleport gate. Luca hurried to collect the enchanted women, and like sheep, he herded them into the gate. The purple light engulfed them, and just like that they were gone. Aro led Trysh through also, stroking her shoulder as a bright light burned their eyes.
Again, the portal discombobulated Trysh's senses as she was still magically and sexually charged from before. In addition to the vertigo a deep needy ache manifested in her pussy as she stepped through. The whole experience sent her reeling and combined with the odd new feeling of high heeled boots, she stumbled forward and fell to the ground in a sexy heap.
Her barely contained elf tits sprung forth and bounced free from her tighter than tight shirt, and her back arched deeply from the fall which made her peachy ass pop out and stretch the white lycra mercilessly for the large gaggle of women and two men. They all stared at her, as her bleach blonde hair gracefully slipped down her small, toned back and down her sides. On the floor she was blushing redder than anything before; looking up she saw the alleyway which they had appeared in, out from it were a sea of people, running, walking, laughing and shouting.
"You are one lucky son of a bitch Aro." Luca said as Trysh rose up and desperately rushed to push her bouncing tits back into the dreaded tightness of her shirt. Aro nodded, almost lost for wards that such a woman was in love with him so deeply.
"Yeah...I know." He said, as she turned and with an embarrassed look, re-joined Aro and clung herself to him.
"That never happened 'Kay?"
"Of course. You did a lovely pirouette and your boobs most certainly never flung out and exposed themselves to everyone."
"Thank you...But maybe you can leave the last bit in just for you." She winked at him, and he smiled. Luca ushered the women out of the alleyway, and motioned for Aro to join him.
"Can you get some coins from my pocket? Go rent a room, and I'll meet you as soon as I can."
She moved from his side and faced him, working her hand into his pocket whilst staring up at him unblinking. Her hand moved slowly, and cropped prolonged feels of his firm, muscular thigh. Aro throbbed, which Trysh latched onto. She couldn't help but squeeze it. A look of hunger formed on her puffy lips, that coy, embarrassed girl died quickly it seemed. It took far too long to retrieve the coins, but after stopping herself from untying his trousers there and then, she took the small pouch and extracted it from his pocket.
"Very well. I shall get us a room...I'll see you soon." She quickly gave Aro a peck on his cheek, an action that sent a bolt of electricity up their bodies which made her leak even further, and for him go grow even harder. She left him with Luca and the unfortunate victims of The Rippers, and made for a large building that stood tall and proud amongst the other elegant buildings. As she stepped into the inn with the name "The Slutty Siren" she could tell that the word Inn was a loose one.
In fact, it looked no better than the hideout they were just at, only that the scantily clad women were in more classy revealing attires, rather than downright whorish. A beautiful, tall and leggy human with reddish brown hair stepped over to another women, clearly a patron with her gold bikini armour sticking to her body. Trysh blushed, as it was going on everywhere. No table or patron was left unoccupied by a radiant man or woman. It was similar, but different.
"They all want to be here...This is a brothel! not an Inn!" She said to herself. It of course made sense to her after a minute. The Rippers seemed extremely sexually orientated. Why would they run an Inn when they can rent out whores with their beds? It was far more legitimate, albeit still very much in their playhouse.
She slowly walked toward the ivory counter, as the smell of sweet spices and woody alcohols filled her nostrils. She had started to become aware of the sway in her hips, and the endless bouncing of her boobs and booty; she was starting to garner plenty of attention from patrons and workers alike. She stopped at the counter, and cleared her throat.
"Ahem...I would like a room please...Preferrable a double bed...And one with a bathroom."
The woman on the other side of the desk was an elf. And pretty one at that. Her eyes the colour of ice, blue hair combed backward to show the rest of her gorgeous face. Her dress fitted the blue theme, with gold intricate inlays that curved and twisted over her similarly voluptuous body as Trysh's.
"An Elf guest? I must say most of our kind prefer to work for us rather than rent from us." She winked and smiled sweetly at a man who walked by and waved at her. She kept the smile as she continued. "Of course, a room of your preference is available, would you prefer male or female? Human? Elf? We have a special offer on our Orc escorts if you wish for something more...Well...Big."
Trysh blushed and stuttered softly, her pretty melodic voice quivering before she managed to get her words out. "Neither...I'm meeting my companion here and wish to have time to ourselves."
The blue elf nodded with understanding; she twisted around and clicked her tongue, bending at her hips to throw her ass out toward Trysh as the sound of rummaging overpowered the soft talking and giggling. The woman returned and slid a silver key with a heart shaped end over the counter. "Room 334. Third floor, right at the front of the staircase cutie. I must say, 36L's are big even for Elves, your boyfriend must love playing with those things.
"B-boyfriend?! Um, he's... We're not...At least not yet... How...How did you know my size?" She took the key in a flash and shyly wrapped her ass length hair over her face with embarrassment, in doing so she smelt her shampoo, and it relaxed her. The blue elf only smiled and tapped her nose before giggling. Trysh strutted away, catching the attention of a red headed female holding a brandy and smoking a tobacco stick surrounded by other classy looking gentlemen.
