Scarlett pursed his full lips as he leaned over to the low desk beside his bed, taking the quill that waited there, dipping it in black ink and tapping away the excess before making a note on the paper that waited beside him, speaking the words aloud in a soft voice as he did.
"The Orcess, while dominant in her nature, I have found, can be subdued with the right leverage. While they strive to come across as in charge and powerful, a statement certainly enhanced by their obvious strength and physical prowess, they, like most I have found, can be easily manipulated with the promise of pleasure."
"Hey, fuck you!" The Orcess, Linza growled, digging her fingertips into the softness of Scarlett's plush ass cheeks, glaring up at him.
Scarlett glanced back and down at the muscled, naked shemale Orcess splayed across his bed, whom he was currently straddling, the Orcess' thick green cock buried and throbbing in his soft elvish ass.
"If you don't stop complaining I won't finish you off~" Scarlett said, voice chastising as he moved his hands onto Linza's own, guiding them to his wide hips and holding them there. "Understood?"
Linza narrowed her eyes some, recognising an element of what Scarlett had just put to paper in his words, but as she felt the elf begin once more to gyrate his hips Linza closed her eyes and let out a low rumbling moan of pleasure.
Scarlett smirked some as she looked down at the Orcess, it didn't take much to make them his playthings.
He bit his full lower lip and raised himself slowly, letting the thick cock draw slowly from the hot tightness of his ass before pushing back down, letting out a soft feminine moan as he once more started to ride her, bouncing his ass against her as she panted and moaned, her fingers squeezing at his hips, guiding him up and down on her shaft, as if to use him as nothing more than a pleasure toy.
Scarlett felt his cheeks flush as the pleasure flowed through his body, tilting his own head back and closing his eyes as he bounced eagerly on her cock, feeling the veined length glide in and out of him.
He had done a lot of soul searching in the last week since his encounter with the Dark Queen and his discovery of Mayla's deception. He had been forced to confront many truths about himself and about the people around him.
He parted his lips, panting as his luscious red hair flowed in an almost fluid motion around him as he rode her, feeling the Orcess' heavy cum filled balls slap into his cheeks with each energetic bounce.
He had, for the most part, avoided Mayla since his discovery, barring her from his bedroom and only speaking to her in a polite and professional manner while out working the main Tavern floor. She had seemingly come to accept this penance, but he knew that with each passing day she grew more and more desperate to rekindle what had been a budding friendship, perhaps even romance.
Scarlett, in part at least, wanted that again with the chubby landlady, but at the same time his confidence in her, and indeed all humans had been shaken by her deceit. He wanted to believe things were different, but the wounds of her playing off of his naivety for her own gain sexually and financially were still all too fresh.
Almost as if to put off confronting Mayla he had instead turned his questioning inwards on the mystery that was Scar and Scarlett. Even after a weeks thought, even as he let this tall muscled goddess of an Orcess, with her pearly white fangs, slightly pointed ears and thick black hair pound her cock into his thick ass, he still debated his place. He was, he thought, male, despite his feminine mannerisms and aspects and despite his love of makeup and feminine clothing. After all, he had no desire to grow breasts nor felt any loss at not having a true womanhood. He just liked the girlier things in life.
An extension to that was his baffling and newly discovered sexuality. He had no real desire in woman, finding the prospect of being the one giving instead of the one receiving unappealing, while at the same time he found that he had no real desire in men, finding them crude and unattractive, instead finding his interests settle on the feminine body with a very singular masculine feature.
In that, he had all but stumbled onto what he hadn't even known was his niche, this Inn that catered almost exclusively to women with a little extra. That this was the cities only such place combined with his anxiety of trying to set up anywhere else, despite Mayla's actions had convinced him to stay, at least for now.
In all, he found it difficult to place himself, In essence, he wasn't anything set in stone, he wasn't truly a man, but neither was he a woman. He wasn't straight, he wasn't gay, he wasn't bi. He was Scarlett. The elf that had come out from the lands of his people to explore and learn.
He had first thought when he had set out that he had been gripped by the wanderlust randomly, as it was believed happened to Elves. But with each passing day more and more he thought that it might have been something else. Perhaps, not having ever really felt at home he had been struck by the wanderlust as a way of his mind telling him he had to find his place and himself.
Was that place here in The Thorned Rose Inn? Or was this merely a single stop on his journey of discovery.
"U-ugh, I'm going to cum!" Linza grunted from beneath him, causing him to snap from his thoughts about himself and Mayla back into the here and now, her fingers holding him tighter as she started to thrust her hips up, meeting his downwards bounces to increase their overall tempo, causing their slapping of flesh and flesh to echo throughout the room.
Scarlett blinked and looked down at the Orcess, about to scowl at her for breaking his inner reflection but quickly realised he was exactly where he had wanted to be. Orc's after all, for some historic reason were especially distrustful of Elves and in comparison to the usual advances made against Scarlett, he had practically had to throw himself at Linza to get her to accompany him to his bedroom to help him with his 'research'.
