Main Pairing: M Half-elf x MtF Mewmi (Race with cat-like ears, eyes, and a tail)
Main Kinks/TWs: Casual sex, alcohol use, catgirls, muscle/body worship, Cock/ball worship, cumshots, oral, rimming, anal, rough sex, dominant woman
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What good would a tavern be without the sounds of raucous laughter, clinking tankards, or an occasional drunken brawl? There were no pretenses at the Bottomless Barrel. Located between two major cities, it was the perfect spot for adventuring parties to wind down from a long journey, or for shady merchants and tavern wenches to peddle their wares. The air was thick with scents of sweat and alcohol.
However, no proper tavern would be complete without the plucking of strings or songs depicting heroic tales of old.
"And that, my ladies, was the tale of how I escaped capture from the orcs by seducing their chieftess -- for even the coldest, most war-hardened of hearts may be melted by song and story." Arryn concluded his tale with a theatrically wistful sigh. His hanging ears were elven in appearance, but not quite long enough to be full-blooded. Setting down his lute, he took a healthy swig from his tankard.
Sitting at the bard's table were two women enraptured with his story. One of them was a goblin kicking back her fourth or fifth mug of the night -- for how small she was, it was a wonder she was still conscious. "Woooow! Did you reeeeeally lay with an orc?" she slurred.
"I can't even imagine. It must've been so terrifying, and the smell..." The other girl, a human brunette, scrunched her nose.
Arryn flicked a lock of silky dark hair out of his face, smiling at the girls. "Let's just say it was an encounter neither of us shall forget. My prowess shook her, for none of the males in her harem were as tender a lover as I. Sometimes I still think of Gragurtha, but alas... Such a love could never be."
The goblin girl's ears flopped down her shoulders. "That's sooooo sad! Aah, forbidden love..." she sniffled.
The human lady chewed on her lip. "Speaking of unusual encounters, I've never been with an elf before..."
Arryn could've mentioned he was only half-elf, but chose not to. His walnut brown eyes danced across the two smitten women. There was a certain stereotype about bards... And well, sometimes there was no shame in living up to expectations. It'd been a long night of singing and drinking, and he couldn't imagine a better way to cap it off than sharing a bed with two lovely ladies.
That was however, until the tavern doors swung upon, and his attention was abruptly seized.
Her appearance turned more than a few heads. There was a powerful, imposing air to her -- she was taller than most, with sunkissed brown skin signature to those of the southern sands. She wore a short cuirass made from leather and animal hide that ended below her chest, bearing her muscular midriff. A matching armor skirt hung around her waist. It was clear from her strength and stature that she had to be a warrior of some sort. The sword hanging from her hip gave it away too.
In an instant, Arryn forgot about the two girls pining for his attention. Now she was the sort of beauty that songs were born from.
Dark brown hair was cut short above her shoulders... And rising from her head were a set of furred, distinctly feline ears. Her eyes were similarly catlike, with diamond pupils flicking across the bar. A striped tail could be seen just underneath her skirt.
She was a mewmi -- a race of catlike people descended from sphinxes, rarely seen far from their homelands. Arryn had never seen one in the flesh.
More importantly, he'd never bedded one of their women. There were countless stories of their exotic, catlike grace, and he was inclined to believe those accounts were true just by finally gazing upon one.
In his travels, Arryn had no shortage of carnal encounters to reminisce upon. Humans and dwarves? There was barely a land in Amoura where you couldn't find one. Kobolds and goblins? Hell, go to the right places and it was more of a challenge not to have one or two in your bed. He'd even laid with a few lizardfolk here and there. One of these days he would need to find a drakon to round out his personal quest.
But the opportunity to bed a mewmi had simply never come up... Until now.
As the feline woman made her way to the bar counter, Arryn stood and addressed the two girls with a smile and a bow. "Ah... It's been a pleasure, truly, but I have some other matters to attend to."
"Aaaw! Really?" The goblin whined.
"Are you sure? I was going to buy a room..."
Arryn offered one last apology before taking his lute and heading to the bar counter, seating himself about five stools away from the mewmi. He motioned for the barmaid.
Luna, the dwarven woman running the bar, cocked her head and gave him a curious smile. "Everything alright, elf? I coulda swore you had those lasses just about ready to tear yer' trousers off."
"Oh, let's just say tonight's song has taken a different turn. I feel a purr in my heart." Arryn motioned to the newcomer.
"Yeah, more like in yer' cock. You bards only got one thing on your mind, I swear," Luna said as she rolled her eyes. "And that thing is pussy... in more than one sense, given the case."
Chuckling, Arryn flicked a silver coin onto the counter. "Glad we have an understanding. Now could you get our fine feline some ale? Courtesy of yours truly."
Luna groaned, but accepted the money and left to prepare a drink.
Arryn watched the scene play out, from her pouring the tankard and sliding it to the unsuspecting mewmi, to the dwarf leaning in to whisper something. Those feline ears twitched. She turned to the half-elf and gave him a curious look, her plump lips rising with just the slightest hint of a smile. Raising the glass, she brought it to her lips and tipped it back, inhaling gulp after gulp of ale until the tankard was empty. She then turned and gave him a much more pronounced smirk, flashing him a hint of feline teeth.
Oh? A challenge? A fire lit up in Arryn's chest as he called the barmaid over for another drink. Elves weren't exactly known for holding their alcohol very well, but Arryn had once even beaten a dwarf in a drinking contest.
Okay, maybe they were only half-dwarf, but still.
Arryn confidently chugged back his ale until he saw the bottom of his mug, slamming it down to the counter with a grimace. "Another!"
