This is part of my "Obsidian's Hoard of Lovers" series, but the shorts are written in such a way that you should be able to enjoy them in any order.
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If you spot any typos, do please let me know in the comments!
Thank you and I hope you enjoy the story.
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Dulce finished her song with a flourish and a bow, her long ears perked up listening to the cheers and claps of the tavern customers, who had clearly enjoyed her impromptu show.
She jumped down from the table gracefully, her soft paws and strong legs cushioning her landing completely.
The mug she had left besides her to gather tips had a few silvers and coppers, but nothing really spectacular. Dulce thought she might need to squeeze her already light purse to rummage enough for a good dinner and a room, though perhaps she could use plan b...
Ever the adventurous rabbitfolk, she had departed to human lands more than a year ago to explore the world and have some fun. And overall, she had been successful in that department.
She had travelled around for a bit with some adventurers until she felt they were chewing a bit more than they should, so they parted ways amicably. After that, she had mostly moved from town to town, playing, singing and dancing for coin, enjoying local stories, food and, sometimes, even the locals themselves... intimately.
And her eagerness for company had the benefit of usually coming with a free bed.
Besides, compared to most sapient people she was tiny, so it's not like she took a lot of room.
Dulce looked around the tavern, checking out the locals to see if anyone caught her eye.
She might be a frisky woman, but she still had some standards.
In the corner of the tavern, somewhat away from prying eyes, a group of people got up and left, chatting amongst themselves and checking their equipment.
Left alone, sitting by the table, was a human with very dark thick hair.
He was wearing what looked like travel clothes, and seemed young-ish, thirty at most. He was rather tall and broad shouldered, which made Dulce smile mischievously.
Someone that handed out quests to adventurers, she thought, perhaps some local official? A servant to someone important?
She walked closer to the table while trying to ascertain more about him.
He was handsome, that was for sure, with nice masculine features and deep dark eyes that were of a brownish red.
The stranger seemed lost in thought, and only noticed her when she tapped the chair opposite his.
"Mind if I join you?" she said, giving him a flirty smile while making one of her ears drop, turning up the cute as high as she could.
The man smiled at her and nodded, so Dulce hopped on the chair and sat down. Well, more stood or squatted, in Dulce's case, human chairs were not designed for someone of her size.
She leaned on the table looking at him inquisitively, her turquoise eyes shining under the lamps in the room.
He looked back into her eyes, and to her pleasant surprise, smiled again.
"Can I help you?" he said in a polite tone. His voice was deep and friendly.
Dulce's cute cotton tail twitched excitedly.
"Maybe... I'm trying to figure that out," she said with her best cheeky and flirtatious tone.
The stranger giggled and took a sip of his mug, mimicking her pose by leaning on the table.
Dulce couldn't help but to grin ear to ear, it was always fun to meet someone that tried to play at her own game.
"And... who might you be?" he asked, resting his head on one of his hands as he leaned on the table, his dark locks quite striking against his fair skin.
Dulce sat back on her chair and struck a pose with her guitar, giving him a wink.
"Dulce Greenhill, travelling bard, at your service!" she finished with a cute bow, the man obviously enjoying her flair for the dramatic.
Once she raised her eyes again, the man did a courteous bow, again, playing along with her mischievousness.
"John Emergal, at your service!" he laughed as he finished his introduction, and they both shared a giggle.
"So tell me, Dulce, were you looking for work as an adventurer? If so I'm afraid you just missed the group I hired," he said once again nursing his drink.
Dulce sat sideways on her chair, placing her guitar on the table carefully.
"Nah, not looking for that sort of work, tried it, not really my thing," she said looking at the ceiling. "I'm more of an entertainer, enjoying more fine drinks, warm beds and good company."
John gave her a smirk.
"Is that why you decided to join me? Good company?" he was brutally direct, refreshing, she thought.
"Maybe," she said with her best sensual tone while standing on her chair and laying her torso along the table, looking up at him. Her caramel fur was lustrous and pleasing under this light.
"You're definitely handsome, and seem nice, but I don't know you just yet," she said.
John leaned forward, meeting her gaze with his, and her body tingled in excitement, her fluffy tail twitching happily.
"So then, what's the next step, in this plan of yours?" he said, getting his right-hand close to her face as if asking if it was ok to touch her.
She nuzzled his hand, making it clear she was more than ok with being touched like this.
"Well, normally I would hope to share a drink and some conversation with my new friend," she said while enjoying his caresses on her fuzzy cheeks and ears.
John giggled and ordered them a couple of drinks. Dulce gave him a beaming smile and with a couple of agile moves she walked on the chairs next to the table till reaching the one next to his, snuggling against his warmth.
"You're not subtle, are you?" he said while putting his left hand on the small of her back, giving her a happy shiver.
She made her best fake outrage face, putting her hand on her lips.
"Who me? Why, I'm a paragon of diplomacy and subtlety!" she laid her head against his chest as she said this, giving him a smouldering look.
The barmaid dropped their drinks and smiled at the scene, rolling her eyes a bit.
"You can join if you like!" Dulce playfully shouted at the barmaid as she walked away.
"Maybe another time," she said, holding her tray against her chest. "You seem to have your hands full already...," she said while looking at John, who grinned.
Dulce turned and gave the man an inquisitive look.
"Well, well, well! Apparently you are accused of being a handful!" she said, digging a finger onto his chest, a coquettish smile drawn on her fluffy face. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
John laughed and ruffled her hair.
"That I'm guilty as charged, your honour," the man took a sip of his drink, his gaze still meeting Dulce's.
The cute rabbitfolk gave him a long look and then sipped her drink too, quite intrigued by her companion.
"Tell me then, John, what do you do around here?" she said as she made her hand walk on a couple of fingers across his chest.
The man took her hand as she did so, and squeezed it gently against his chest, making a jolt of joy shoot up Dulce's spine.
He knows what he's doing, she thought, why a dirty smile.
"I used to be an adventurer like you, did it for many years actually!" Dulce's ears perked at his words, adventurers have the best stories. "But I've since retired, and now I mostly keep an eye on things around this area, staying in touch with the different towns, and hiring people to sort problems when they happen."
Dulce tilted her head and slowly moved onto his lap, the soft leather of her pants rubbing against his crotch in a totally intentional fashion.
"Do you work for the local mayor or similar?" she said, resting her head on one of his arms, looking up towards his eyes.
John welcomed her in his arms quite romantically, allowing her to get comfy in his lap and caressing her side as he used one of his arms to cradle her head.
"Not really, I'm independent, I prefer it that way, leaves me plenty of time to spend on private business," he said, taking a sip of his drink.
She listened interested, even though she could feel how comfortable she was getting, and her nethers started to tingle in desire for some intimate company.
"I actually heard that a dragon watches over this region," she said with genuine curiosity, "is that true?"
John nodded and smiled.
"Indeed, he is called Obsidian, though he tries to keep to himself, most people get scared when they see a dragon parading around town," he said as he slid a hand under her blouse and gently rubbed her belly, Dulce was loving his tender caresses, not at all the treatment she was expecting. "I think he is well liked around here, but you'd have to ask the locals to be sure."
Dulce murred in delight while giving him an inquisitive look.
"You don't live here in town?" she asked while helping his hand along her belly and chest, trying her best not to moan like a whore from the pleasant touches.
John shook his head while petting the back of her neck.
"Nah, I live up the mountain with my spouses," he said without missing a beat.
An alarm raised in Dulce's head, who gave him a look that made it clear she demanded an explanation.
John smiled and stopped his cuddles, clearly understanding this.
"We're in a fairly open relationship, so don't worry, I'm not breaking any rules," he said in a sincere tone. "In fact, I think I need to introduce you to them... they'd love a silky cutie like you..."
Dulce relaxed and allowed him to continue, it sounded odd, but she had seen a lot of odd things in her travels. Besides, in her culture, bigger groups of partners and spouses were much more common than with humans.
"A lot of you in this arrangement?" she asked, with more salacious curiosity.
John nodded again, bringing her closer to his face.
"Aha, met my first two spouses while adventuring, and it has been growing ever since," he giggled. "Good thing we have a big home."
Dulce gave him a dirty smile.
"It sounds like a lot of fun," she moved her lips close to his, her hands caressing his chest.
