Day 5 Femboy Tavens Nnn

All characters are OVER 18.

Please excuse my frequent use of the word "boy". This implies "Femboy" or "Submissive Male", not a child or someone underaged.

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This chapter features the following:

Crossdressing, Brief Sex work, Brief Cock and ball worship, Sexual Frustration, Fantasy races. Secrets.

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Please Enjoy

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The supper rush was in full swing, and the tavern was packed. This was usual for Sundays as a lot of women tended to come out and get drinks just to see the boys dressed up in cute girly outfits.

"Sorry about the wait, ladies. I should let you know, we're all out of stew, today. All we have is regular and aged grog." Luca said, walking up to a new table.

"No worries sugar. You're all we need." The woman at the table said with a smile eyeing him. "And 2 age grogs please." The other lady smiled, trying to get his attention.

"Coming right up." Luca smiled.

The short gnome boy walked quickly back to the bar, knowing he was a bit behind. He was dressed in an extra short pair of orange short shorts that reveal the corners of his buttcheeks, and an a white crop top with the bold letters "FH" on the front with the image of an owl.

Luca kicked himself for wearing something so revealing, but he hadn't done laundry in a while, and had no clean "girls clothes" left. He also had no idea what "FH" meant, seeing how Twilight had bought this outfit for him a month ago.

"2 aged grogs."

Orion nodded to him, filling up two steins, at the tap in the large oak barrel. Orion handed them down to the gnomish boy, before refilling a few more for the women sitting at the bar.

The Goblin boy, Orion, looked stunning, which he usually did on Sundays. Though he hated to admit it, he enjoyed crossdressing. It was a bit humiliating for him, which his depraved little heart loved.

He was dressed in a tight black dress, laced down on both sides, revealing his green skin, all the way down from below his arms to his hips and down his legs. His shoulder length black hair was pulled into a bun, two black chopsticks holding it in place. And with the way his eyes and lips were painted the average on looker would have taken him for a flat chested girl.

"Here." He said, his voice still in it's usually gruff brash tone, as he served the women at the bar.

One of the women who had been eyeing him all evening, spoke up. "Thanks cutie. This is for you." She placed a couple silver on the bar. "How about you give us a spin?" She gestured.

Orion grabbed the coins, dropping them into the mostly full tip jar under the counter before doing a cute little spin for the women at the bar.

This caused a little whistle and a few rawrs from the women, which made him feel very pretty in a deliciously humiliating way.

"Excuse me, behind you." Lucky yipped. Squeezing past Orion with hands stacked high with tankers of grog.

The dog boy moved smoothly across the room dishing out the large cups to thirsty clientele. He got whistles as he passed. Lucky was dressed in a light blue long sleeve crop top, which showed off his lean midsection and a black high waisted short skirt, that teased a peak of dog print panties as he walked.

"I hate to see him go, but I love to watch him walk away." A large futa woman said to her companion as they checked out Lucky as he passed.

"I'm too busy watching Sheila over there. That lucky bastard." The third futa woman sitting at that table said pointing at a woman near the back of the room.

She was seated alone at a table with a tablecloth, which was a bit out of place at the tavern but for good reason. She was gripping the table, eyes rolled back tongue nearly hanging out of her mouth.

Hidden from view under the table, Twilight was losing himself. Kissing, licking sucking, worshiping this futa's heavy cock and balls as her pants sat around her ankles. His maid dress flared out around his wide kneeling legs as he leaked a small puddle of precum underneath him. Which he was now obligated to clean up after his guest left.

For the other half of the twin pair Nova was out back cleaning off his cum covered maid dress. Earlier in trying not to make a mess the elf boy attempted to catch his guests' load into his hands. But the woman's eager spunk factory had let out much more than he could handle. Ironically, he hadn't spilled a drop on the floor.

"Ugh! That was not worth the two gold." He said, wiping with a rag as stretchy lines of cum stringed to him.

Back inside, someone else was having quite a hard supper rush.

Eleanor

- 3.4 inches

- Cherry sized

- starting to struggle

Sundays were busy days. Eleanor had expected to go through today like any other Sunday. But she was gravely mistaken.

The bar was packed to the brink, and her senses were heightened, she noticed all the sights and smells in deeper detail. It was as if all the breasts, thighs, butts, dick prints and bulges in the room were more vivid. She found herself far too aware of it all. And so did her little protrusion. It had jutted itself up over an hour ago and refused to go down.

Eleanor tried to stay busy, distract herself. She'd been sexually frustrated before. She thought of the couple of times, she waited for gorgeous adventurers stopping through to return from a quest, and she'd long to give them something else to slay.

At those times work was all she needed. Focusing on the business and the boys. But today, even that was a challenge. Noticing how cute, and curvy they all were. Working behind the bar with the beauty that was Orion all dressed up, the ladies across the room getting serviced, Luca and his little booty shorts, hell even the caring way the gnomish boy looked at her, made her tummy tingly.

She needed to calm down. Catch her breath. Those words made her think of Quinn. He was quiet and kept to himself, so working the floor, he would from time to time take a breather.

Her eyes scanned the floor, her eyes finally falling on him. Standing in the far back, by the stairs with a serving tray clutched to his chest. Eleanor smiled, seeing him taking a break put her at ease as in her own way she understood.

He looked so cute. A light pink in his pale cheeks as he breathed. He was wearing a dark skirt with a white line around the edge at the bottom, a shirt with a matching pattern on the collar, and thigh highs. She remembered Twilight calling it a "school girl uniform" though Eleanor didn't quite understand what basic adventure training had to do with that outfit.

Even still it looked great on him. His pink hair, curled horns, and soft features gave him a adorable look, and the unrevealing outfit really added to his cute shy persona.

"So innocent."

The thought sounded predatory coming from Eleanor's hornswoggled mind. She shook away the thought. And returned to cleaning cups.

Quinn swallowed, gazing at the door. His body ached but he didn't let it show. He just bit the inside of his lip and stared.

"Hey!" The words were directed at him, and he looked to see a table of futas all waving, glad to finally get his attention.

"Oh I'm so sorry. Another round?"

"Yes please darling. We've been trying to get your attention for forever."

"I'm really sorry. I'll get those right away." He said, grabbing up their empty cups.

As he turned one of the futas planted a large handed swat across his rear.

Quinn continued to walk. Not letting it register. He couldn't. That was the very last thing he would have done. His knees wanted to buckle. His body wanted to shudder and collapse. The voices in his head wanted him to turn into a moaning puddle on the floor, that or erupt into an inferno.

But not here. Not now. There was no time or space to feel. So he pushed it away and glanced at the door. Aching.

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It was late. The supper rush had run long. But finally in the late hours, it had died down. Nova and Lucky were working the late shift today, and Twilight and Orion had long since snuck off to bed.

Eleanor counted the till in the kitchen as Luca and Quinn were cleaning up the remnants of a late dinner the boys had eaten.

"I got it from here, you can head to bed." Luca had said and Quinn had pulsed with the desire to be in his room.

"Are you sure?" Quinn asked shyly.

"Yeah. You're fine. Good night."

"Night."

Quinn quickly stepped out of the kitchen, and into the dining hall. He gave the room a quick scan and felt disappointed. He walked slowly to the stairs, staring at the door. He lingered at the bottom of the stairs for a short moment before the heat in his stomach became too much to bare and quickly went upstairs.

He stepped into his empty room, and lit a candle. He let out a breath he felt like he was holding all night. He felt so disappointed that she hadn't come. He'd bought this outfit for her, and was looking forward to her seeing him in it.

Quinn reached down to undress, grabbing and pulling out the hem of his shirt that was tucked into his skirt. As he did an extra set of hands crested over his own. Warmth of another body against his back.

"Ah!" Quinn jumped forward, quickly turning around.

"Oh, I'm so sorry love. I didn't mean to scare you."

Quinn's eyes weld up with tears and he hugged tightly the pretty witch.

"I thought you weren't going to come today." Quinn cried into her chest. His tears weren't that of sadness, but of frustration, as he finally let himself feel.

"Oh dear, did you miss me that much?" The witch Tallulah said holding the small boy.

Quinn leaned back and looked up at her, fiery pink glowed in his eyes as two small forms in the shape of little bat wings formed floating behind him.

"There's... just so much sexual tension in this place now." Quinn's mouth watered as he grabbed at his own face. His eyes burning with lustful abandon.

He felt a hand press into his chest. "Hey, breathe." Tallulah said calmly, grounding him.

The pink in his eyes burned dimmer as he breathed.

"Is it too much? Do you need to leave?" she asked.

The pink in his eyes immediately vanished along with the wings.

"No, no. I, I-" Quinn stammered, against the idea of having to leave the tavern.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to make you leave. I just want to make sure you'll be okay." Tallulah said, holding his shoulders.

Tallulah smiled at him. Remembering back to when she had first learned of him. Lost and emaciated, an incubus repulsed by the idea of having to seduce and kill for food. He had always had a kind heart.

She'd taught him it was possible to feed off his own sexual energy. Giving into his own depravity, surging with that sexual energy and cannibalizing it to satiate his hunger.

She brought him here. Gave him a home and family. And once a week would stop in to "check" on him.

"I can handle it." Quinn said softly.

"I know you can. And if you ever need me, call my name and I'm there. Don't push yourself too hard. "

Quinn smiled. "I know."

Tallulah curled a finger under his chin. "Now princess..." the tone in Tallulah's voice changed, becoming lewd. "I know I said I would let that little clit out of it's cage once Octobereth was up, but now that everyone here is doing that challenge, how about we prolong your release a little longer."

Quinn pouted and bit his lip. His eyes burning a bright pink again.

"But don't worry, I'll make sure to give that little clit tons of attention next month." She teased pushing the small incubus back onto the bed.

"For now, let's see how far you can go without cumming. It is no nut Novembereth after all." The witch smirked.

And Quinn ached for her.