Rebecca and I lay resting in bed with our neighbors. Fucking the older couple had been very enjoyable.
My wife smiles at me from the other side of Hogan. Then she leans down and sucks his soft dick into her mouth. Maintaining eye contact with me as she sucks his cock. Still slimy with their fucking.
Our swinger neighbor gasps as she gives him some 'post sex' attention. "Oh! That's...that's wonderful."
"We are so glad you bought out our shoppe." Daisy tells me. Idly playing with my own soft dick.
"Oh? Why's that?" I ask. Not breaking eye contact with my lusty wife. She knows how much she is turning me on right now. I won't stay soft long.
"We probably wouldn't have been able to pay taxes this year." Daisy answers. A stinging sadness in her voice.
"Really?" I look at her for a moment before turning back to Rebecca. "Your food seems so good."
"Yes. Hogan is a great baker." She admits. Kissing the tip of my cock as it starts to get half hard. "But we aren't members of the guild. So we are stuck in this neighborhood. With few customers."
"The guild?" I ask as the fat woman takes my whole, half-erect dick in her mouth. As if she is trying to match my wife in lustiness.
"Yeah." Hogan sighs. "If you won't pay to join the guild, then they make sure you can't be successful."
"Or worse." Daisy pulls off my, now fully hard dick.
"Worse?" I ask looking back at her.
She nods. Her normally jolly face looking glum. "Some guilds are rumored to get...violent." Her gaze moves from me to Rebecca.
My blonde wife crawls across both Hogan and myself. Giving my dick a squeeze as she passes to Daisy.
"Oh! My dear." The fat woman gasps as my wife moves to bury her face between those thick thighs.
"The guilds hold much of the power here." Hogan finishes. He rolls over on his side to watch the two women.
Daisy pulls my wife's cunny over her chubby face. "So smooth." The baker's wife gasps before licking Becca's wet muff.
I mull over what they have said about guilds, as the two wives pleasure each other. Worried that we may have already run afoul of some just by being here.
"Tax collectors." I grump for probably the fifth time this morning. Kara frowns at me. I'm obviously getting on her nerves.
Bailiff Garvin had given us another job. This time to collect taxes from the villages along the Dorant River. More than two dozen trading posts and farming villages.
The people are not happy when we arrive with our official writs. Kara and I, along with two of the big Chokwa brothers. Plus a few goblins to carry chests.
We leave a larger force of soldiers outside of the towns as we collect. Camped in plain sight, to curtail any trouble.
It's crummy work that we expect to take a couple weeks. Then possibly a different area if the Magistrate is happy with our work.
I figure I'll help the fist two days. Just to see what it's like. Then leave it to Karagoth.
We stand on the grass in the first town square. The boys had set a box for me to stand on as villagers gathered to find out what we are up to.
"Good people of Shrew's Nest Village." I start. Pretending to read from an official scroll. In truth I had memorized the announcement. "The time has come to raise levies for your king. An honor for every adult citizen. We will post this year's taxes in town square. You may come and pay my man." I gesture down at Gort. "Also we will go house to house to make assessments."
The villagers grumble at my announcement. Not happy to pay their takes to a far off noble.
We leave one of the boys and a couple Goblins with Gort. The rest of us move to the first house.
Inside we look over any obvious belongings. The idea is to mark down anything that looks to be over a certain level of wealth and tax that in addition to the person's yearly levy.
I suppose it gives us a lot of power. Especially if we want to be corrupt. It mostly just makes me feel like shit as we move from building to building and see the frightened or angry looks up close.
I spend two demoralizing days trudging through three villages. Then I head home, leaving my lovely partner in charge.
We had gained three Dwarf women when we left Obstinate Hold. So far I haven't pushed them on the sex front. They are each skilled craftswomen. Their value is more important that they teach my Goblins new skills.
The evening I get back though, Thommalin and Gralgrida have agreed to join me in bed. I will give the shy Derduna some more time.
I grin down at the shorter, stocky women. They had arrived just wearing wool shifts. Dwarven underclothes, I guess. The pair look determined. More like they are marching to war than to make love.
Thommalin seems to be in charge of the other two. Older than the other two, I think. A handsome woman. She is maybe four and a half feet tall, and husky. Muscular and tough. Her skin is tanned and her long, dark brown hair is held up in intricate braids. She looks to have a taut ass and big tits, that she usually keeps covered up in unflattering leathers. Double-D's possibly bigger.
She is a master stonemason. So I had been told. I'd seen her do a little work on the house and have no reason to doubt that. A no nonsense woman, I don't think I've seen her smile once. I wouldn't be surprised if she could crush a rock in her bare hand.
Gralgrida, on the other hand, is softer. A short curvy woman. Her face is more pleasant than Thommalin's, more friendly. Sort of motherly. Her body looks softer, with a big round ass and big breasts, bigger than the other woman. F-cups, maybe. Her long blonde hair is also up in braids.
She is a carpenter and has been a huge help around the house. Always followed by a train of Goblins, eager to help fix the place up.
"Let's get this done with." Thommalin grunts as she pulls off her wool shift. Revealing her tanned, muscular body. Her big tots jiggling. The other Dwarf follows suit. Quickly revealing her softer, curvier body.
I'm not sure what to expect from the pair as I pull my pants off. Snamnir has mentioned that female Dwarves were rigid. I got the impression they were prudes and almost asexual.
I step in close to Thommalin and pull her into an embrace. She writhes for a moment. Uncomfortable by our closeness and my hard cock pressing against her chest.
I lean down and give her a long kiss. Her lips part after just a brief hesitation and I find her tongue in her mouth. Almost shy. She tastes of cold caves and tenacity.
Breaking the kiss, I turn to Gralgrida. She seems more eager as she presses her big tits against me to get her kiss. Our tongues dance together. The Dwarf woman tastes like roasting wood and comfort.
Her hand reaches down and grips my dick as we kiss. Tentatively stroking my shaft. Almost as if she is afraid of hurting me.
When I pull back I suggest, "Since you are here together, perhaps you two should kiss as well."
The Dwarf women turn toward each other. Thommalin noticeably blushing, while Gralgrida smiles.
"Malin?" The blonde asks.
Thommalin glances at me from the corner of her eye. Then she shivers as she steps toward her friend. The two women press against each other. Their large breasts mashing as they kiss. Passionately and familiarly.
