Author's Note: The sloppy saga continues. Thanks for the positive feedback so far - I wouldn't bother posting these were it not for the comments and likes. Lots of debauchery in this chapter, including a bit of warg action - if that's not your cup of tea, I'd recommend finding some different reading material.
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Chapter 17 - Bann
"Of course you're being used! You're all just a bunch of over-aggressive shitheads!"
Through the fog of magical lust in his head, Bann watched the lithe elven woman rage. They were gathered in a back room of the Ogre's Drum, the bustle of the inn's common room reduced to a muffled murmur. After some hesitation, Cress had informed the inquisitive elves and orc about the reason for her seeking them out - the host's march on Drasich, Bann's curse and the possibility of demonic influence. Upon hearing about the army gathering to besiege her home, the elven mage had grown furious and was now berating the glum looking centaur.
"Getting you warmongering assholes to attack the free-cities was probably the easiest part!" ranted Dayna. "Now she's going to smash her way into the city and when she gets the stone to the tower who fucking knows what will happen!?"
Cress looked confused at the mention of stones and towers, but, nevertheless, tried to placate the angry elf, "I-I'm sorry! You're right! We're fucked up!"
"Bah! I should leave you and this lust-addled barbarian to rot!" spat Dayna.
"No!" begged Cress. "Please! We'll do anything to help you!"
"Dayna..." soothed Mila. "It's a fucked up situation, but we have to stop this demon from getting the stone to the tower somehow - we need whatever help we can get."
Dayna sat down on a nearby chair, breathing heavily and trying to get her temper under control. "Fine!" she growled at the centaur. "Leave the boy with me and get out."
"Huh?" said Cress, perplexed by the mage's demand.
"Leave him here," Dayna repeated. "I'll break the spell."
"Are you sure I should go?" said Cress, a worried frown creasing her brow. "He can be a little *ahem* forceful in his current state."
Mila, having a bit more knowledge about what was about to happen, opened the door for the centaur. "Go on, girl," said the orc. "She knows what she's doing."
"Oh, uh, okay," said Cress, and anxiously followed Pointer out the door.
Bann made to stumble after his departing companion, but Mila shut the door and placed a hand on the young man's chest, halting his progress. Oblivious to what was happening, the dazed youth simply switched targets and reached out to grope the orc's bountiful bosom. Mila didn't stop him and let the barbarian maul her tits through her linen blouse as she manhandled the stupefied human over to the large bed against the far wall of the room. Built for centaurs and other larger races, the bed was a sturdy piece of furniture and low to the ground. Mila unceremoniously pushed the addled youth onto it. The young man's kilt left little to the imagination, and the orc let out a low whistle at the impressive bulge at the front of his garment.
"So, uh, how do you want to this?" asked Mila, eyebrows raised as she appraised Bann's prominent tent.
Dayna stood up and crossed over to the bed. Bann tried to rise from his supine position, but Mila simply leaned over him, placing her foot on his chest. While her friend held the barbarian down, Dayna unbuckled his kilt and yanked it down. The column of cock-meat that greeted her was obscene in size. The elven mage's cunt practically juiced itself right then and there in anticipation. She looked up at Mila to find the orc looking back her, eyes wide open in surprise.
"I think I can, um, handle this," said Dayna, her fuming anger fighting a losing battle against her hunger to sit on the lad's fat cock.
"I don't mind taking this one for the team," countered Mila, salivating at the prospect of stuffing that monster inside her. "You seemed pretty upset earlier - if you're not in the mood..."
Dayna rolled her eyes at the orc and began pulling her tunic and hose off. Mila chuckled at her friend's ravenous appetite and finished undressing the addled northerner, who took every opportunity during the activity to squeeze and grope her curvy body.
"In all seriousness," said Mila as she disrobed Bann, forcing his exploring hands from her boobs and peeling his shirt off over his head, "I know you're angry that these northerners are planning to attack Drasich, but you gotta understand; it's their way. Raiding and pillaging their neighbours is basically how their society operates."
"Seems a pretty stupid and mean way of life," said Dayna as she folded her clothes and placed them on a nearby chair.
"Well, it was only a hundred years ago that the Thaeans thought nothing of conquering the northern peoples," the orc pointed out. "There's still elves alive who profited from the Empire's dominion."
Dayna thought of her own family, their sprawling estate and fleet of trade ships back in Ceres Bay. The Te'alor family had certainly made good from the Empire's hegemony. A flush of guilt mingled with the blush of arousal in her cheeks.