Raven Banner Full Moon Pub

(Features: m/f, f/f, m/f/m, gangbang, orgy, blowjob, werewolf, lizardfolk, shapeshifters, knots, doggy style, spitroast, cream pie, questionable ye olde English spelling, exhibitionism, corny pick up lines, body writing, tally marks, waxing philosophical at inappropriate times, fantasy racism, unsanitary uses of a pub table, bath time sex, esoteric literary puns, bad decisions while angry at parents, doggystyle, biting, begging, alcohol induced courage)

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Having one hand stuffed down her pants while watching her best friend get plowed by a train of werewolves was not how Marinella Silverthorn imagined her day was going to go. But here she was, and fuck was it hot.

Mari had agreed to accompany her friend and companion Lanathea Arellan to finally meet with her long lost elven father. After searching for years they had finally found him, part of an elven trading delegation visiting the city to negotiate something-or-other. To be honest Mari hadn't caught the whole story, but her friend's excitement was infectious, and she had been all too happy to join her friend in meeting with her biological father while the rest of their adventuring party was preoccupied with other activities during their brief stay in the city. After their last job, every member of the company of the Raven Banner was more than ready to enjoy what the city had to offer.

She had glazed over as Lanathea or "Lana" to her friends, was explaining the details, all too excited about the day they would finally meet and accept her as his long lost offspring. There had been a lot of palms greased to get her an audience, helped somewhat by the fact that Lana had inherited the best features of both worlds, long, flowing golden hair that never seemed to tangle and cute little pointed ears from her absent father, and an hourglass shape from her human mother, and the ability to fill out a corset better than any elf Mari had ever met.

The meeting had gone...poorly. Even from outside the room Mari heard enough to know that firstly, elves were assholes, and secondly, her friend would need a drink. Lana had run out of the room in tears, and Mari had been about two seconds from throwing a fireball at the embassy and causing a diplomatic incident when her friend had tugged at her sleeve and asked to just get away. Lana had led them out of the high district and out to the old traveler's quarters. A mess of twisting alleys and hidden streets, and Mari worried that her friend was about to get them lost before they stopped at the entrance of an old wooden building. A placard with a cratered circle hung over the door, the words "Fyll Moone Pub" were scratched inexpertly into the doorframe.

The Full Moon Pub. Mari had heard about it in their adventures, an infamous den of scoundrels, serving a mixture of shifters and beastfolk. The dregs of society according to most in the city, and rarely welcome anywhere else. The hair on the back of her neck shifted as it felt like dozens of pairs of eyes followed the two of them across the room. But Mari knew her friend Lana wasn't about to be dissuaded, not when her emotions were involved.

It hadn't taken very long, or very many mugs of ale before Mari started to get worried as she watched her friend guzzle them down, glowering at the injustice of it all. The bartender wordlessly placed more mugs of the slightly bitter brew on their table. Before Mari could say anything, Lana was already chugging down the frothy brew.

"Fuck them! Fuck their bigotry and their upturned noses and their snooty little club!" Lanathea Arellan, tossed back another ale, the frothy mixture dribbling down her cheeks before she swiped the back of one lithe hand across her face. Still, Mari's eyes couldn't help but track a little frothy drop as it trickled down from Lana's plump lips, hanging delicately from her pert chin for a tantalizing moment, before dropping into the expanse of Lana's cleavage, disappearing between ample breasts. Mari coughed and tried to refocus her thoughts. She was here to support her friend, not ogle her.

"Lana, I'd say that you had enough but I've seen you drink a dwarf under the table." Mari Silverthorn gently teased her old friend and adventuring partner. There was a red blush around Lana's golden cheeks, and Mari couldn't tell if it was from the anger, or perhaps the ale at this grubby little pub was stronger than she realized.

"If they think I'm not good enough to be part of the family because I'm a half-breed, then they'll be ecstatic when I show them a litter of pups!" Lana slapped down her mug with a clatter, and Mari couldn't help but notice heads were turning.

"Lana!" Mari hissed. "Are you sure about-" There was a flash of anger in her friend's eyes, vibrant green and flecked with gold, a gift of her elven parentage. The blonde woman shoved her chair back, the wooden legs making a loud scraping sound eliciting murmurs and turned heads. Mari made a strained noise, seeing dark eyes peer at them from under cloaks, scarred faces turning to see what was going on. There was a palpable air of danger, of musk and smoke and spite. The two of them weren't shifters, they didn't belong there, intruding on this space, and Mari could feel the worry, thudding in her chest as her friend suddenly became the center of attention.

"What does a girl have to do here to suck a dick!" Lana's voice cut through the din and clamor of the bar, turning every head.

Mari got up to follow but couldn't help but stand transfixed as the atmosphere changed. The suspicious looks that they had been getting were instead appraising, hungry. She watched as her friend laughed, suddenly the center of attention and enjoying it. A man with midnight dark hair had a finger under Lana's pale, narrow chin, lifting it up to kiss him Another one, broad shouldered and bearded, was moving behind her, hands starting to roam across her clothes, undoing stays and clasps. His laugh was like an avalanche falling.

With a few words and a sway of Lana's half elven hips, her friend had suddenly become a very different type of prey.

A heavy hand fell on Mari's shoulder and she yelped, ready to run.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you." A low, gruff voice rumbled behind her and Mari turned. The owner of the hand was nearly two heads taller than Mari, an older man, with a scar running across one side of his face where it looked like he had narrowly missed losing an eye to a sword. His hair was cut short and ragged, but Mari could see long streaks of gray running through it. There was a strength in his hand, but he took care to remove it, one rough, calloused finger sliding along the nape of her neck as he did so.

"It's-" Mari stammered. He smelt of pine, cedar, and smoke and towered a full head above her. "It's alright."

"Name's Regar. I can get you and your friend out of here if you need." He tilted his head towards the hungry crowd that had gathered near the bar.

Mari jerked her head back towards where Lana was currently shedding clothes at an alarming rate. There was a glimpse of pale skin and wild blonde hair flashing in the dim half-light, and then she was obscured by the crowd of bodies. "Are you their alpha?"

"What? No!" Regar guffawed, a low chuckle spilling out of his lips. "Where'd you hear bunk like that. No, I'm the bartender, and cook, and-" he winced, as there was a crash of mugs and ale hitting the floor and a squeal of delight behind Mari. "and the cleaning crew."

"I-uhh, I think she's okay." There was a clatter and Mari turned to see one of the tables half collapsed, Lana's top was open now, shredded, her full, dark tipped breasts bare to the world. Well, except for the furry hand that was fondling one, the soft pendulous globes jiggling as she eagerly jacked off someone, their clothes half shredded as their body seemed to ripple and shift. The two men had shifted already, letting loose their bestial forms, a dark furred feline that reminded Mari of a panther nipped at her friend's neck, while wolfman was standing beside her, resting an erect and dripping cock on Lana's bare shoulder.

Fuck, it was hot. "I'm sorry. We'll pay for the table." Mari said, her voice trailing off as she watched Lana, a look of lust and delight in her face as she plunged down, engulfing one the wolfcock, others were moving, adjusting clothes and stripping away any pretense, offering up an array of diverse cocks in front of her. Her cheeks bulged obscenely, as she struggled to take it all in. They were lining up now, shifters, mostly wolves but a few others as well, their forms rippling and shifting as they were overcome by lust.

"I'll-I'll put it on your tab." Regar's voice behind her was ragged, his hand was on her shoulder again, and Mari glanced down at it. His nails were longer, but the skin was still the color of weathered oak, and his hand was warm, gods was it warm against her shoulder, thumb resting against the nape of her neck. She realized he was holding it in, controlling the change, even as his breath started to stagger.

Gods, he smelled good, Mari thought. She watched her friend get picked up and placed on her hands and knees on a table, a naked werewolf scattering plates on the floor to make room before shoving his cock in her dripping cunt. There was a thought, a brief moment where Mari realized that if she didn't get out of here now, she was going to be next, but...but when she went to take Regar's hand from her shoulder she realized where her hand actually was. Mari's hands had strayed, one unconsciously massaged her small tits, the other, the other was sliding beneath her pants, her fingers were pressed against her crotch, fingertips encountering the wet mess she was making of her underwear. Fuck, she was going to need a new pair of panties at this rate. She should be ashamed, she shouldn't be behaving this way, not in public, not with a stranger, and yet, Mari couldn't help but picture herself, how wanton and degenerate she must be, fingers sliding into her wet gash in public, horny and needy and-.

"Fuck it." Mari said, and leaned back against Regar, feeling what she expected pressing against her back. Needy and insistent and growing, she could feel the beat of his heartsblood against her back. "My name's Mari by the way. And, uhm, maybe we can find some other way to pay off that tab."

"Ha! How long did it take you to come up with that one." He rumbled. "Besides, it's not payment if you benefit." One big hand reached around to cup her breast and Mari cooed, leaning her head back to look up at the broad shouldered man.

"You, you shut up." Mari pouted. "I'm very clever...I'm just...distracted!" The smell of sex was filling the room, and she could hear animalistic growls and moans from over where Lana was currently being spitroasted, her form held almost impossibly in the air between two shifters. Pendulous tits swaying as she moved back and forth.

His scarred face looked down at her with a wry smile and she reached up, her fingers still damp from where they were pressing into herself and grabbed at his neck to bring him down for a kiss before he could say anything.

The scarred man kissed like an invading army, tongue pressing against hers with barely restrained primal need. Her back arched like a well strung bow as she moaned into his mouth. Points of brief pain against her chest as his hands gripped her chest, nails, no, claws now, tearing away at her clothes like it was tissue paper. Sharp teeth teased her lips, as he started to growl, a reverberating sensation that buzzed against her, and she couldn't help but shudder in his grasp. There was something primal there, something that went straight to her animal brain, the feeling of prey, transfixed by the presence of an apex predator.

Mari broke the kiss, reluctantly, a hanging strand of saliva still connecting them for a moment before she spun in his hands. Her own hands reached down to seek the drawstrings of his pants. The big man was shrugging off his shirt and vest as Mari's eager fingers found purchase and tugged down, releasing the great bulge that had pressed against her back only moments before. It sprung out, as if eager to be released, dark red and veined, he had shifted fully somewhere during their kiss, and Mari couldn't help but gasp and how it glistened in the light before pressing her lips against his shaft, the smell of musk and sex heavy in the air. It quivered against her lips, a little jump, as she couldn't help but dart out her tongue for a tentative lick.

"Fuck, I, I need that inside of me." Mari gasped. She turned and slid her own pants down, looking mournfully at the shreds of her top before leaning onto the table, resting her upper body against the polished wood.

"I can oblige." Regar's voice was rough, husky, tongue talking around a snout-full of sharp teeth as he moved behind her. The air was cool against her exposed ass, but then she could feel his presence, like a furnace against her hips. Big, warm hands gripped at her, using her hips as handholds as he teased himself against her outer lips.

Mari moaned, trying to press herself back, trying to fill herself with the tantalizingly close cock. It was so hot, and so close to her dripping cunt, where she couldn't help but feel an emptiness that needed to be filled.

"Easy now girly." One hand trailed up her back, and she shivered as the claws traced their way up her spine. Warm fingers gripped her neck and gently turned her head to face outwards. "Don't you want to see your friend there? Don't you want to see how Tristan and Sigurd there enjoy a good fuckhole."

Lana was currently being shared between the wolf and panther. Her eyes were glazed in the firelight, and her big tits swung beneath her as they thrust into her. A lascivious moan escaped her lips, cut off as the panther thrust into her mouth, cheeks bulging as streaks of makeup ran from the corner of her eyes.

"Fuuuccckkk." Mari whined.

"Ask nicely now lassie," She could imagine Regar's wolfish smile, fur the color of his hair, silvery and soft as she squirmed. How did he know? Was it a predator's intuition, or was she just so wanton and desperate that anyone could see that it was ever so easy to make her beg. "Use your words."

"Fuck me." Mari gasped. "Please, fuck me. Fill me up with your cock. I want it so baa-" She didn't finish that sentence before Regar pressed the head of his cock against her tight, dripping hole, cutting off any coherent thought in her mind, now focused only on the feeling of stretching, of pushing, of filling her. It was like a furnace, a molten rod going straight through her, as she cried out, skin aflame. Gods, was that sweat, she hadn't realized she was sweating in the warm summer air, but she relished it. The head passed her lips and she whimpered, as it pressed deeper into her folds, her cunt adjusting to every ridge and every contour.

Then he started stroking and she nearly fainted from the pleasure, one hand reached back, grasping, seeking her clit. She moaned as she found it, fingers tracing rapid circles as he thrust into her, there was no time or patience for subtlety now. Regar's hot breath swept across her back as she writhed, pinned by his massive body against the wooden table, her tits mashed against the wooden slats. There was something pressing against her entrance, and Mari cried out, he was hitting spots inside of her that she didn't know could be reached, tapered tip of his cock stretching her out like she was nothing more than a cocksleeve, a toy to satisfy his lust.

Mari came, shuddering around his hot rod as it filled her, her cries little more than whimpers of need and pleasure. She could hear him growl behind her, and somehow she knew that it was in self-satisfaction, that he could wring such noises out of her. Strong hands grasped at her hips, flipping her over onto her back, and she looked down to see Regar towering over her. The silver haired wolfman's slavering jaws were inches from her face and she arched her back as he gripped her thighs, lifting her legs to hook over his shoulders, giving himself access to her core.

"Do it!" She cried, catching a glimpse of his big, fat knot, shining, glistening, coated in her juices. The shifter nodded, and thrust forward. There was pressure against her, and for a moment it felt like she was going to split, an involuntary cry spilled from her mouth, a howl of pain and pleasure mixed together that seemed to echo throughout the room. And then it popped in, and she came, her legs shuddering, her back spasming as she was held tight by his steady hands. She could feel him between her legs, his hot cum coating her insides, pulsing against her trembling body.

Mari's legs fell gently to the table, her body still shaking with aftershocks. She could have laid there forever, but there was a pressure, a tugging and the knot popped free of her gaping pussy and she almost howled at the feeling. She could feel the cum dribbling out, coating the inside of her thighs, soaking the table underneath her, but there wasn't the energy left in her to do anything about it. Instead she let her eyes close for a second, savoring the moment.

A rough hand brushed through her hair, claws prickling against her scalp as someone turned her head to the side.

"You helped make this mess." Regar's voice cut through her fog of lust and pleasure, "Least you can do is help clean it up."

Mari opened her eyes and saw him next to her, his cock achingly close to her lips, and it was the simplest thing in the world to lean forward, and open her mouth. Her juices and his cum mixed together into a tantalizing cocktail, slightly salty on her tongue as she bobbed up and down on his softening member, trying to clean off the sticky mess. It wasn't much of a success, she couldn't get much traction on her back, but as she moved to shift to her side she was stopped by hands on her hips.

Clawed, scaled hands grasped at her and Mari glanced down to see a lizardfolk poking at her entrance. She shivered as it entered her, her entrance already wet and slick with cum. Her hands clutched at the table, but any sound she might have made was muffled by the wolf cock between her lips.

Suddenly it was pulled away, and Mari let out a whimpering moan of longing. Like a child that had lost its pacifier, but she didn't have long to wait.

"Hi Mari." Lana was crawling up on the table with her. Her friend's face was glistening and sticky with cum, her green eyes glazed, someone had taken a bit of ash and marked out a tally across her stomach. Dark marks against her pale skin, the half elf's dark tipped breasts brushed against Mari's chest as Lana straddled her.

The lizardfolk was stroking into Mari now, long, slow, drawn out movements of the hip that dragged its pointed cock against Mari's entrance, before sliding it back in. But she couldn't see it, all Mari could see was Lana, her blonde hair limp and haloed by a lamp in the rafters, streaks of kohl from her eyes where tears had tracked their way down her face, tears and other fluids. Gods, she looked beautiful. Her breasts were perfect, soft and pillowy, swaying beneath her, and the weight on Mari's stomach felt exquisite, like it was holding her tattered soul in place.

Lana leaned forward, her blonde hair scraping across Mari's face, and kissed her. Soft lips pressing against soft lips, and Mari tasted the telltale salty tang of cum on her friend's tongue. This kiss was different from Ragnar's, not filled with a primal hunger, but exploratory, soft. Not a battle for dominance, but two friends, both in the post-orgasmic glow, sharing a moment, an experience, a connection. Electric tingles breaking out across Mari's skin where her friend's touch passed.

"Okay." Mari said, breathlessly as their lips parted. "You were right, this was the right place to come."

Lana giggled, sliding down beside her, hands roaming each other's bodies, stroking and kneading between kisses. The lizardman had moved over, slick pointed dick pumping into Lana now, while the dark panther from earlier was now pushing into Mari's well used hole. He was smaller than Regar, but little bumps along his cock stroked Mari's inner folds, wringing out another wave of crashing pleasure, and her friend held her tight. Their bodies slick and sticky all at once as they rode together.