Chapter Twenty: Manwhore
Jorgen didn't wake until mid-morning. The barbarian couldn't remember the last time he'd slept this late. The big bed was comfortable, except for a small heel pressing into his bladder. He looked over and smacked the baroness on her tiny naked ass. She wiggled it. Slutty little elf.
The elfling had needed her fix last night, which involved some mutual oral attention. It was just as well that it was Lys. Selene and Lyn had needed some time to become reacquainted. As wife and wife.
"Up, Lys. I need you to talk to elder Tiana for me today."
"Mmm. We should just suggest she invite us for dinner. That's how she likes to do business."
"Fine, take care of it. All of us, including Selene and Lyn."
"Yes, master."
"And do some cleaning. I'm not going to ask you to try to wash my ruined traveling clothes but I'm going out to pick up new clothes and someone needs to do laundry. You're still working off the major injury punishment, so don't complain."
"Yes, master."
"Good girl."
"Mmmm thank you master."
The barbarian left the lazy elfling in bed and headed for the bathroom, thinking about last night. Arelyn had opened up to Jorgen in more ways than one. He knew that he'd gotten through to the little inorei. There was a deep intelligence in those soulful, feminine eyes, and she understood. Masculine elves were gone forever.
"This only ends when every elf understands that she is a woman, or a girl," the big man said to the mirror, nodding to his handsome reflection. The golden fur on his chin was starting to look a little like a goat's, so he decided to have Lys cut his hair and trim his beard.
In any case, Jorgen was leaving it up to Lyn to explain to Selene why she was no longer pretending to be a man.
Today, he was going to pick up some clothes.
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Jorgen walked out into the second floor foyer then peeked into the room across the hall. Selene made an adorable big spoon. Apparently everyone was exhausted. It was 3 hours after sunrise.
He let them sleep.
And so the huge, golden-maned barbarian stepped out onto the main level of the common tree. It was a beautiful morning in Selani Village.
His first stop was the canteen. He took the table closest to the guest building. There wasn't any traffic on this side of the platform so the adjacent canteen tables were usually pretty empty. Any chance to be outside and not have to be on the alert for burgeoning elf sluts was a good thing.
"Good morning, Jorgen," said an elf he'd seen once before. It was the blonde bartender with the large chest.
"Uh, good morning. I don't believe we've met?"
The busty elf had those beautiful violet eyes, and her hair was blonde, nearly as pale as Selene's. She seemed to be older, maybe as old at Tisia. Jorgen wasn't getting a bad vibe from this elf. She would be alright unless he started yelling commands again.
"We haven't, but I've heard all about you. I'm Clea."
"I guess everyone has at this point," Jorgen held back his sigh, and smiled instead. "It's nice to meet you, Clea."
"So what can I get you?"
"Eggs? Meat? Potatoes? Bread? Maybe some fruit? Any combination thereof."
"Got it, I'll have them make up a big plate, for a very big man."
Clea's smile was warm.
Jorgen gave a genuine smile in return, and relaxed.
"Thank you."
"Sure, no problem. And Jorgen?"
"Yes?"
"Some of us are very excited to see what you have in store for us. You have friends here."
Clea sauntered towards the kitchen, leaving Jorgen to wonder. He assumed that was related to Tiana's political project. He was going to need to find out more, sooner or later.
For now, he leaned back and stretched, letting the morning sunlight soak into his skin. The warm light shone through a gap in the canopy that seemed to exist for this very purpose.
A few minutes later Clea came back out with a huge plate of steaming food and a large tankard.
"No potatoes today, sorry, but we had some lovely melons and strawberries. And those little sausages are to die for."
"Thanks Clea."
There were three fried eggs on some sort of toasted round white bread, a pile of sausages, sautéed mushrooms, more toast, as well as the strawberries and green melon.
The tankard contained a nice watered breakfast ale that Jorgen thought went really well with the mushrooms and sausages.
The big man spent a lazy half-hour savoring his food, then stretched.. and froze. He'd given the last of his wooden coins to Lys.
Jorgen waved to Clea, he hoped they could work something out.
"All done, gorgeous?"
"I seem to be out of wooden coins. I have some Areisian copper and silver.."
Clea smiled dangerously.
"Hmm. Have you been to Nathelas, Jorgen?"
"No, can't say that I have."
"I spent a few years, worked at an inn, in the trade district."
The trade district. Where had Jorgen heard that recently?
"I saw a lot of things at that inn. A lot of human and elf things."
"Ah," the barbarian was actually curious where this was going. He scanned the beautiful elf's figure. He wasn't usually a breast man, but they looked pretty fun on Clea's womanly frame. She was probably about five-foot-five, and was wearing one of the tiny tunics, no tights.
The elf's bare legs were shapely, and soft. Definitely not as slender as the other elves that Jorgen had met. Her hips flared widely for an elf, and had a nice shape. Her waist was not overly narrow - she didn't have a severe hourglass shape.
Her short sleeveless tunic was thin and tight, hugging Clea's hips and torso. It was more like lingerie than any tunic Jorgen had seen before.
Her breasts were very large by elven standards. Almost a barbarian-sized handful. They sat high on her chest and were only slightly fuller on the bottom, with a pleasing slope. Elven bodies were resilient and they aged very well, he didn't imagine sag was a major problem.
Finishing his assessment of her figure, Jorgen noted that her stomach looked almost flat, that her shoulders were in proportion with her hips, and that the lines of her arms were elegant and seductive.
The bartender's skin was a nice tan, and her elven face was pretty, if not on the same level as Selene's. The best part was her seductive smile. That, and the exotic violet eyes.
