"FINE!" The blonde shouted, scaring everyone else in the bar. Most male druids didn't get to finish off because of how long they lasted. The average human girl would literally die of pleasure before a male druid could even come close. Or so it was rumored. Of course he was good, but that rumor was just a rumor and he rarely got to finish. He was often left blue-balling.
"Barkeep. I'm going t-" He started only to get interrupted by the owner of the bar, a werewolf who managed to stand the pirate who was almost always at her bar. A semi-celibate werewolf too. Only semi because she gets a bit fidgety around a certain time of the month and it wasn't cause she was female, well..It sort of was but not the main reason. She'd be fully celibate if she hadn't been bitten when she was sixteen. Now she was half wolf and bucking like a horse for the three days before every full moon. Carelyn, the bartender, wasn't like the whores who circulated her bar though. She was always slim, small perky tits, long legs, firm ass and of course a toned stomach. He had to admit, she always looked good. Except for when she got downright furry.
"Going to need a room." He watched as the Werewolf eyed him from across the room, her hand spinning the rag in her hand to try and dry the mug that had been used by the blonde on his lap. Even from here he could still see the eyes of the dog she had been only the night before, and they looked hungry. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried she wasn't going to give any up, she only did when she couldn't help it. But he knew her and knew she was feeling frisky which meant he could enjoy a little bit of her before she began to flat out refuse him. First...to get anything out of her, he needed to make her jealous.
Turning his head to his right he leaned forward and passionately met the lips of the horny blonde that had been desperately fucking his thigh for release. The second his lips touched hers though, she began to spray, coating his thigh in her juices and quickly making a puddle on the floor below. At that, every single horny woman in the bar groaned in need of release and the blonde began to shake, still squirting all over his right leg and clenching her hand over his now rock hard member. Gods, he wasn't going to be able to take much more of this either. The pirate raised hand to her cheek to pull her closer as he deepened the kiss, nibbling on her lower lip before rolling his tongue across the now sensitive area. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed the bartender slowly put down the cup she had been drying and lean against the bar, slowly shifting her balance from one leg to the other. If he had to guess he would probably say she was trying to cause some friction between her thighs. Yeah, she was definitley getting jealous. She wasn't the only one. The dark elf on his left knee had leaned in close to press her tits against him as well, her hand still stroking the length of his member before she pulled him away from her coworker so she could test him out.
The dazed mind of the pirate Cross turned to slowly comprehend the figure of the deep blue woman on his left just before she slid her fingers through his curly hair and pulled him to her purple lips, her tongue parting his lips to taste him. Oh how he loved this bar. Sure the days were slow and left him bored most of the time but the traffic that came through once a week was amazing. There were always new girls showing up every day and it was magnificent and because of how far off the map they were he didn't have to worry that much about any STD's. If he did land one all he had to do was go into town and head to the temple to pray a bit. The priestess were incredibly happy whenever he visited and were proud to help him. His right arm pulled the blonde closer to him to make sure she wouldn't fall off his lap and his left slid around to the steaming hole pressed tightly against his left thigh.
But he couldn't leave just one squirting. The pirate groaned softly into the whores mouth as she suckled lightly on the tip of his tongue and he slowly inserted his middle and ring finger on his left hand into the inflamed, wet pussy on his left, curling the two fingers upwards and slowly rubbing around until he found the sponge-like spot inside her. From there it was easy. First a a slow stroking motion with the two finger backs to his palm, the small g-spot quickly hardening at his touch, before picking up the pace a bit. Normally he would have been slightly worried that he didn't have his other hand to put between her navel and clit to add more pressure but she did that herself, placing a hand there out of surprise and crying out loudly into his lips. Once she started to buck against his hand he quickly moved to a soft patting motion, just quickly tapping the spot with the two fingers.
"AH!" The kiss was broken as she bucked harder against his hand, soaking it in juices as she was nearly to the peak of her pleasure. He smirked at her as the g-spot hardened up more and she cried out. "I'M GONNA P-" She began to shriek at him before he leaned in closer to her ear and whispered quickly to her.
"You're not gonna piss. You're going to cum. Your going shake and squirm as you soak my hand in juices, leaving my fingers dripping with your cum. And I can't wait." He urged her on with simple words as he quickly began to jerk his hand against the hardened spot inside her, keeping rhythm to the bucking motion she was making. He didn't whisper quietly either but it was raspy enough to make it sound like it, sound...intimate. Just like that the dark elf began to vibrate and drip like a waterfall all over the pirates hand, her eyes rolling back into her head as the pirate opened his mouth and slowly licked her earlobe as he continued jerking for a couple seconds before stopping completely while she continued with her high. Instead of moving, he simply sat there, the two fingers that were inside the elf were pressed tightly against the sponge-like area to keep her going as long as possible. A small squeak on his right broke his concentration as the blonde finally stopped coming and passed out on his shoulder, a squeak escaping her lips whenever she exhaled.
A grin. That is what sat on the pirates smug face as he turned his attention to the owner of the bar staring at him with an open mouth, her jaw dropped at the display of carnal desire before her. She wasn't the only one, every whore around him had the same look. Getting a virgin to cum was easy, once she got passed the pain, but getting a used whore to cum like that? He may have seemed a tad impressive.
Cross's eyes hardened on brown eyes of the barmaid staring at him while his other thigh was slowly soaked in the juices of a slut as well. He didn't break that gaze for a couple minutes, simply waiting while she slowly broke under his stare while his eyes burned into her soul. He didn't have to look away from her eyes. He knew everything that was happening to her. The small clitoris between her legs had become so swelled with blood that she shivered at each movement, the small bud bumping against her dress whenever she breathed or moved. The nipples at her chest were in the same predicament, well worse actually, they were becoming even more sensitive than the bud near her womanhood. Her perky tits had been squished into the tight dress he had picked out for her and the state of the peaks of her tits were visible through the tight dress. To put it simply, she dripping wet, squirming like a prostitute, and in desperate need of a thick dick. Even more simple, she was horny as hell. The lustful feeling that had filled her was literally that of a bitch in heat which meant she wanted to be mounted and fucked for days. She wanted to put out the light lantern outside that said they were open and be bent over the bar that she had paid for. If it had been a couple days earlier, Cross would've complied except for the fact that she didn't want to risk changing without a full moon.
It was possible without the moon it just needed something strong to fuel it. Like lust, or anger. If it happened while they were making love then he could end up as a druid casserole. So she only allowed sex or anger to get through to her three days before the full moon. For the rest of the time Cross spent all the time he had trying to help her gather up as much sexual frustration as possible. If it started to get too bad he had to knock her out. From the lustful look she was giving him back he was slightly worried she was going to start fucking one of the ale bottles if she had too. He didn't have to worry as much after a full moon but there were still risks. When she did change they usually had her locked down in the basement. A complete stone room with a couple feet of stone all around to keep her in.
If she got out then hunters would be after her again and they would have to move. Hunters had been after her before, after all she had her own past, but she had luckily managed to escape them before, barely convincing them that she had gone southward back towards her home in Neth but she couldn't have gone back. Now, he was here to help her whenever she needed it. He actually liked this barmaid, she wasn't some bitch, she was feisty sure but she was nice when she wanted to be. If some awkward virgin kid came in with money for a drink or a girl, she'd pay for the girl just for the boy. It was pretty obvious when someone was faking it though, and sad. He remembered once where some idiot came in demanding that she pay for a couple whore for him and his friends and some free drinks. The boy left with a hole in his hand and she spent the next few minutes cleaning up a red knife and a laughing pirate.
