The Bumblebee Inn

Few things were more dangerous than the life of a seasoned adventurer, but the hollered tales and jests and jeers at the Bloated Bee inn and tavern brought light to it all. The ale was good, the mead was better, and the women best. Aye, many an adventurer wandering around had bedded one of multiple of the fine folk, good folk. Even the more exotic among them.

Royyan sat at the bar in a tunic and trousers. He a black-furred minotaur warrior some seven feet tall, pounding back ale and laughing as a bard strummed a tune with amusing lyrics.

It was then a young woman wandered in, scratching her chest and then smoothing her hair. The business was rough, but it had its perks. The money, for one. There had to be other perks, but she was focused on mead above else, and the money to buy it with.

Her name was Johanna. She wouldn't qualify herself as a veteran adventurer just yet, but she was good at her job. A bounty hunter, familiar with the entire coast, having hailed from a cult of nomads.

There was quite a cast inside the Bloated Bee. A hubbub of people of unique backgrounds. But being packed, it was warm. Johanna shrugged off her wrap, letting it fall over her belt, and adjusting the jewelry framing her naked breasts. She was the immodest sort, used to bare chests and such, and it got the attention of all kinds of boys. Whorishness was something she was unembarrassed by.

Johanna took a seat at the bar, ordered some booze, and took a look around out of curiosity.

After another good laugh, Royyan took notice of Johanna, someone whose breasts were very distracting thanks to some well-placed jewelry.

He decided to be upfront and make himself known, "Hey there. Names Royyan and uh... I couldn't help but notice you got some fine jewelry there. Though I'd get a closer look."

Johanna ought to be used to giants by then, but up close, they always seemed bigger.

She was eye-level with Royyan's ribs and looking down at his hips, he seemed proportional, judging by the silhouette visible in the crotch of his trousers. She grinned. Maybe she was in for more than drunken glee that evening.

"Hi, Royyan. Aren't you sweet?" She reached up and playfully tapped his chin with her pointer finger. She hiked up her skirt and hopped onto the counter, puffing out her chest to show off her jewelry. "I picked it off some gnolls. Pure gold. Isn't it

pretty?"

The view was certainly enjoyable. He leaned down so he got a better look at her 'jewels'. "Sure is. Gnolls may be a nuisance, but they have an interesting style."

Taking a seat on the stool in front of her, now able to make proper eye contact, he said, "'Bout when do you think I could get my hands on some of those?"

She grinned, her eyes twinkling. "Depends on how shy you are, Royyan." Johanna bat her eyelashes. It was exciting, thinking of his paws fondling her. "I'm not picky about who's in on it."

Taking that as an invitation, one of his large mitts came up to roughly grasp one of her breasts. The other reached up to hold her chin as he grinned at her, "I think you'll find I'm not that shy at all."

Dear God, he was huge and assertive. His hands were rough and leathery, the hands of a warrior for certain, scratching the growing itch of arousal on her chest. It was dizzying. In excitement, Johanna bit her lip. Her hands came to splay across his abdomen.

"I like that about a man," Johanna said. Briefly, she wondered about their audience, before her eyes drifted down. He had to be hung enough to rival the mast of a ship. Thinking of a massive cock between her tits made her giggle. "It's only fair that you give something back, baby."

The tavern patrons had started to pay attention, whispers floating about the place as Royyan reached into his trousers to pull his massive cock out, and smacked it against her inner thigh to tease her. "How's this for something?"

She immediately giggled. She was warm down there. "That is something," she complimented. Her eyes were glued to it, entranced by its handsome shape.

Shamelessly, she said, "I like you, Royyan." Her hand settled over his. "Can you help me with something?"

He grinned at her, "What's that?" By then several people had started to watch, waiting to see when things really started.

"I think my gear is getting in the way of a good time." She could barely contain herself, vibrating with excitement, clutching wispy fur on his chest. "I don't want to impose, but can you take care of it? I'll make it worth your time."

"I sure can..." In saying that, he began undoing her gear; loosening buckles, and slipping off cloth and leather. In no time, her outfit was stripped from her, spread on the bar counter under her.

Johanna sat before Royyan, nude aside from her jewelry. Her legs swayed back and forth lazily, playfully. Even undressed, she was warm. He radiated heat, just as her libido kept her warm.

With her hands on his chest, she asked, "What're you into, Royyan? I need a bit of a warm-up before we get to the good stuff." Johanna grinned, unholy, blasphemous.

He hummed, then spoke into her ear as he played with her breast, "I like getting my cock swallowed by big-breasted women. I like having them surround it with their tits and watching them get all excited. I like fucking their brains out and hearing them moan and yell when I shove it all in. And most of all, I like listening to them beg for me to fill 'em or cover 'em once I'm finished." He kissed the shell of her ear, "I'm a simple guy, really. I like to make my partner happy, with whatever

hole I choose."

He chuckled a bit, "I don't even know your name. What about you then?"

"Johanna." She smiled. Dizzy with glee. So much so, her legs spasmed and squeezed his hips. His cock was still between her legs, tempting her, teasing her. She couldn't wait. "And I like that idea. All of it." Where to start though?

Entranced, she stared at his massive cock, so close to touching her pussy with its flared head. "It looks delicious," she said. "I think I want to suck on it."

Royyan obliged. He grabbed her waist and moved her from the bar to a stool, then stood up himself so that his stiffening cock was eye-level with her. The patrons all started exchanging cash and paying closer attention as he swiped it against her lips, "Have a taste then."

Johanna couldn't see their audience past the massive cock in her face. She didn't care who was watching, anyway. Not when she had way more interesting things to attend to.

She took hold of the base, so enormous her fingers didn't touch wrapped around it, and then licked him with a flat tongue, base to tip, before licking the opening of his cock enthusiastically. Slow, warm-up, she reminded herself, however badly she was to be pounded mercilessly.

"Delicious," she commented. Johanna took a second to smile at him, before opening wide and pushing herself down at a pain-staking pace. Her jaw popped, and it was so rewarding, being filled to the brim.

She gagged as it pushed into her throat. She couldn't breathe, but she'd held her breath for impressive lengths of time while swimming and walking through gas clouds and avoiding spores. The only difference then was she was having much more fun sucking on Royyan's massive cock.

As Johanna looked up at him, her eyes watered and tears ran down her temples, staining her face black with her eye makeup. It was so hot. So wonderful. She was dying to touch herself.

Patience, Johanna reminded herself.

Royyan grunted as she swallowed him, looking into her eyes and brushing the hair out of her face. "Fuck, that's good." Palming the back of her head with one of his meaty hands, he shoved her even further onto his cock, down to the balls as his cock slid down into her tight, willing throat.

Every inch of that woman wanted him so badly. He grinned, flattered.

And then he pulled out, slowly so that she could catch a breath, before ramming himself back down, and then again, and then again.

She gasped for air when she could, then grunted. Good God, he was ruining her face, her chest, and it was wonderful. The weight, the pounding of her throat. She felt it in her chest and radiating into her gut.

When that thing went in her pussy, it was certain to give her a new worldview and to give her sheer bliss. While picturing it, Johanna couldn't help but grind herself against the wood floor. Something, anything, to take the edge off her arousal. Her cunt was slick, swollen. So sensitive from the situation.

Johanna clasped Royyan's buttocks, trying to match his pace with her own bobbing of her head, as futile as it was. He was bigger, in a better position, where he wasn't knocking into the bar counter. And she? A toy in comparison. Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Johanna liked that more than she'd admit aloud.

Several dozen pumps into her hot throat, Royyan finally pulled his cock free of her mouth, "Ahh, yea..." He laid his big dick across her face and let his balls rest on her lips, "Enjoy those, will you? Then I'll get a taste of that pussy." He reached down and smacked her ass for emphasis, squeezing it tight in his hands.

She was seeing stars for a few seconds after he pulled out. Strings of spit followed him, falling onto her chest. That was amazing.

Wordlessly, she lapped at his balls, and then sucked on them, pulling them both inside and playfully tugging. She hummed. Delicious, just as his dick. Every inch of him had to be.

He moaned something savage when she sucked on his nuts, legs shaking a bit while tavern patrons egged her on, encouraging her to keep worshipping his sac. It was an intoxicating situation. Royyan was by no means a virgin, a whore in his own right, but the empowerment be received with a woman so happily fucking him in public forums was enough to drive his rough nature up a few notches.

One of his hands reached down to toy with her tit, stroking the nipple with the pads of his fingers, before grasping it fully.

While hearing encouragement from a drunken, rowdy audience, Johanna smiled best she could with balls in her mouth, and swallowed, taking him in deeper, where his sac touched the top of her throat. He stroked her breast and played with the nipple, stiff from the air.

That was a definite perk of her occupation: huge cocks from huge men who knew how to satisfy a woman.

She rubbed her tongue on the bottom and underside of his balls, enjoying the texture and taste. Clean and velvety. Her makeup dyed her temples and parts of her hair black as ink. It felt grimy, and so rewarding, to be ruined.

And god, was she so swollen, so wet, so ready to be fucked until she was shaking and lamed. Why couldn't she have Royyan everywhere? In her throat, in her pussy.

Groaning in pleasure thanks to her skill, he finally pulled his balls away from her and wasted no time in bringing her to lay on her back on the floor, with his face between her spread legs.

Johanna was smooth and rosy below. And god, was she wet. Shining in the candlelight of the chandelier. He did that. Reduced a woman to a soaking pussy with his cock nowhere near it.

Royyan lapped at her clit, rubbing against it with the broad front of his tongue, tasting her before eagerly plunging into her vaginal canal. Her walls were slick, smooth, tremoring around him. She was delicious. Like ale.

Johanna squealed when he positioned her. How domineering! She liked that a great deal, invigorated by Royyan's desire for her. Oh, she was frequently wanted, sure, but by who else with the control and power as he?

She would be spoiled by the end of it, and only lust for him and his peers.

Did he even have any?

She practically gushed as his tongue pressed into her. Her cum coated his tongue and oozed onto the exterior. She moaned. Loud. A bellow of heat and ecstasy.

"God, yesss," she hissed. Her fingers curled in the fur on his head. She spread her legs wide, wide enough her knees touched the floor and then giggled.

Looking at their audience, she couldn't help but grin. Many had their cocks out or something up someone's skirt. Hands, faces, cocks. Some were even stroking themselves. And briefly, Johanna considered becoming an entertainer. She wouldn't mind getting fucked in front of an audience more often.

Those thoughts were quickly dispelled as he curled against a very special spot. She inhaled, sharp and pleasantly surprised before another long, shrill moan bubbled out her. "Oh my go- oh my god, yes!" Her legs snapped around his head, shaking as he lapped at it again and again. Her chest was turning red, and her back arched with desperation, and her eyes squeezed shut. "Oh my god, oh my god, please go on, pleasepleaseplease, oh god!"

She was howling like a cat by the time she finished blubbering. So close to that wonderful release she craved.

Royyan continued to press on that spot, licking her wild and hungry, spurred on by her begs and moans and cries. She arched her back and his hands came around to grope and squeeze her big, beautiful ass. He widened his tongue as he thrust it deeper and deeper into her, stroking her clit with his lips every second.

Johanna orgasmed. Royyan held her in place as she squirmed, continuing to ride out her climax with eager lappings. She moaned, then choked, running out of air. Her entire body stiffened with it, stiff as stone. It was unlike anything. Sure, Johanna came many times in the past, but nothing left her inert. Nothing took over her entire body like that.

It was heavenly, unearthly.

When she came down, she fanned herself with both her hands. She hadn't the wherewithal to look anywhere but the ceiling, feel anything but her limp body, basking in rapture.

"Good lord," she panted. "What are you? A demigod?" He had to be. No man was as good as he.

Royyan licked his lips clean after she came, savoring it and the hollers and howls of their audience. And his cock was throbbing. Aching to be back inside of Johanna's smooth insides.

"Not that I know." He spoke, shakily, with a grin, turning her over onto her stomach. He took a second to admire her rear and then smacked a cheek with his big cock. He leaned forward to whisper into her ear, "But I appreciate the compliment."

She giggled, being turned over like a paperweight. Her head craned over her shoulder. "Go on," she cooed, opening her legs and lifting her hips. "Fuck me, Royyan."

And he did so, sliding his hard cock deep into her wet, tight pussy, groaning in pleasure.

Then he started pumping, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting back down to the balls in her, enjoying every inch she had to offer.

Johanna groaned with every piston into her cunt. Dear God, she was right. His massive cock filled her. She felt it hammer all the way up to her diaphragm, forcing a grunt out of her every time. She couldn't take a full breath with him pistoning into her like a machination of genius.

Her cheek laid flush against the floor. Her eyes rolled into her head. Heavenly. The word replayed in her head like a mantra, a spell. And she grabbed his hips, stroking his thighs, his buttocks, godly in the pleasure they delivered her. She could worship it, him, his cock, for eternity, leaving behind her worldly possessions for it and it alone and be fulfilled for the rest of her natural life.

"Dear- god- yes!" she stammered, unable to speak coherently as he fucked her mercilessly. "Harder- harder. Fuck- me- until- I can't- stand!"

Grabbing her shoulders for better leverage, he obliged, thrusting hard enough to give some of the other patrons pause. Their skin clapped together, wet and eager. Her pussy was bringing out the beast in him, evidenced by his grunts and moans.

He pounded Johanna's pussy like his life depended on it, the noise of it filling the tavern with sounds of their sex, spurring envious onlookers into having sex themselves. They'd started an orgy, it seemed. He sneered. Good.

It came to the point where Johanna couldn't take a whole breath. He was pounding her so hard, so fast, she was made completely inert. Limp and stiff, all at the same time.

The pleasure she was experiencing was indescribable. Johanna was certain it was what heaven felt like. Fucked so hard, everything around them was intoxicated by it, and she being absolutely destroyed. It was incredible. Briefly, she debated altogether gluing herself to him so she could be used and he could relieve himself. Maybe even brag about how he made her into a whore loyal to him.

"Y-y-yes-ss-ss," she moaned, muted by fucking and her own breathlessness. "G-o-o-od, y-e-ss-ss-ss! S-o-o-o cl-l-lo-o-se." Overwhelmingly so. It was like it was barreling towards her, uncaring to let her savor it, only to turn her into a pile of satisfied mush.

"Same... here..." Royyan hoarsely responded, leaning into her, pulling her hips back into him with every deep thrust. He was on the brink, just a little more and he would paint that pussy white, give that slut the reward she'd earned.

Those who still paid them attention started to chant, urging them to finish, urging Johanna to let go and for Royyan to fill her cunt already.

Johanna's nails dug into his glutes, clinging to him as her eyes crossed, and her pelvis pulsated with her second climax of the night.

She swore she was screaming by the rawness of her throat, but she couldn't hear it over the roaring of blood in her ears. Her pussy squeezed him, but her legs and her arms went limp like slackened rope, her wrists colliding with the floor with a solid thud.

"Come," she begged, "come." In her, on her, wherever he pleased. She was his. His toy, his worshipper, his cum rag.

That was it, the final push he needed to send him over the edge.

With a final, deep thrust he came, semen filling her to the brim as he groaned and moaned, shaking from the bliss of his release. Johanna felt it filling her, spewing into her, eliciting a long, incoherent mewl of delight.

Once he'd given her all he had, the massive minotaur slumped onto the floor near her, catching his breath.

Her hips dropped like she was a doll, and oozed with semen, pooling on the floor between her legs, and she basked in the aftermath of their spectacular romp.

Ignoring the orgy in the tavern around them, she tried to push herself into all fours but was unable to. Her pelvis and legs were too sore, too used, to support her. Johanna settled for turning over and propping herself up on her arms.

She grinned dopily at him. "That was the best fuck I've ever had," she chuckled, intoxicated by the memory.

Royyan took in a few breaths before agreeing, "That... was amazing." Smiling at her, he reached out and playfully grabbed one of her tits, then let his arm fall back down, "We should do this again sometime."

"I'd love that." Johanna smoothed her hair. Bashfully, she asked, "I can't walk, though... Can you help me to my room?"

He stood. "Of course." He picked her up and she clung to him. Upstairs, Royyan delivered her to her room. Johanna held his head and licked his lips. Royyan shivered and smiled. "You're the playful sort, huh?"

"Stay the night," she said. "We're two-for-one, Royyan... I need to pay you back."

He grinned and slipped into bed with her. "Of course, Jo."