"Fuggin assholes, they could've at least let me keep my horse," said the drunken man, slamming his mug down and sloshing its contents across the table. The man looked haggard and beaten down. Clothes in pristine condition a week ago were stained with dirt and muck from traveling, mostly on foot. "I raised him and trained him from a foal. He was the best warhorse in the stables, and they took him from me. Fuggin bastards. How? HOW?! How the fuck did they find out about the assassin? They wouldn't let me kill the little bitch with my own blade, and I couldn't just let the fucker live. What the fuck else was I supposed to do? Let that blue whore's pet dick run around doing whatever the fuck he wants?" The man slammed the mug down again. A few of the tavern's patrons shifted their chairs away from his table as the bartender and servers watched nervously. The drunk exuded an aura of danger that frightened those in the small village.
A feminine hand rested on his forearm. "Poor Galen, discarded by his Goddess, his Church, and The Order with a single word," said the woman.
"And it was Balthus, of all people, who pointed his finger at me, who accused me of removing a mage," Galen spat the word, "from the land of the living, or at least trying to. I bet this wouldn't have happened if that dumbfuck assassin had succeeded. 'We think that the blue bitch's pet human might be the man in some of the clergy's recent dreams,'" he muttered in a sing-song, mocking tone. "Like fuggin hell, the goddess would never pick a fuggin mage to do her will. Not that it matters to me anymore. No Church. No goddess. No Order." Galen drained his mug and set it down without slamming it this time. He looked over at the woman next to him. "Weren't you a guy?"
The woman giggled. "Our friend left a while ago to check on the other person traveling with us. He's probably balls deep in her cunt by now," she said, leaning forward and running her tongue over her lips.
Galen took in the woman beside him. She was very pretty but not stunning, with brown hair that had a slight red tint and mischievious, deep brown eyes. Her black and red robe was well-kept, and its neckline plunged between her breasts, showing off ample skin. The former knight felt his cock begin to rise but ignored it. "When I was a knight, I'd have a bar wench or even a couple local women begging to join me in bed. Now they won't open their legs without coin."
"Would you like to go back to that?" asked the woman. "More importantly, would you like to make those who took that life from you pay for their mistake? You see, I was once a part of the Lantaran Church, and my husband was a respected cleric in Mevaria.
"My husband died not long ago, and when I asked The Church and The Order to find and punish his killers, they told me it wasn't worth their time.
"It showed me how little The Church and Goddess cared about us. My husband and I dedicated our lives to them, and when we needed closure and vengeance, it meant nothing to them. You understand how that feels. You needed revenge on the blue woman and her mage, and The Church denied you. Then, when you acted on your need for vengeance, they threw you away."
Galen blinked. His mind felt foggy, but that was probably from the ale. Remembering the mug in his hand, he tipped it up only to find it empty.
The woman raised a hand, summoning the waitress with another drink for the former knight. "The Goddess abandoned you," she continued in a soft voice. "Threw you away because she couldn't understand your need for revenge. She couldn't understand the need to settle a matter of honor and pride with blood. But there is a goddess who can and does. There is a goddess who can appreciate your skill with a blade more than that whore of a deity ever could. There is a goddess who can return you to your rightful glory with people cheering your name and women fawning over you," her hand slipped from his arm and came to rest on his cock where it pressed against the front of his pants. "What's more, she knows you. She has seen your deeds. She wants you... 'Sir' Galen," her tongue ran over her lips again, "and she's not the only one."
The knight sobered slightly at the idea a goddess wanted him specifically. The woman's hand caressing his cock caught his attention, and he looked at her again. As the waitress placed a fresh mug of ale on the table and scampered away, he glanced down at her hand. "You said you just lost your husband?"
Anger twisted her smile as she roughly squeezed and stroked him through the fabric. "After my husband's death, news of his indiscretions with the neighbor women began to surface. I still mourn him, but see no reason to deny myself the company of a fine man for the sake of his memory. Finish your drink while I show you," she said
The woman slid beneath the table as Galen raised the mug to his lips. Within seconds she had his belt undone along with the fasteners on his pants. The former knight set the mug down and groaned as her lips slipped over the head of his cock.
He opened an eye at the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor and saw the tavern owner approaching them. Faster than anyone could blink, Galen flicked his dagger out of its sheath and stabbed it into the tabletop. "If you are coming over here to stop her, drunk or not, I'll fucking kill you."
The barkeep stopped and took a moment to assess the risk of this man following up on his threat, then turned around and walked back to the bar.
"Wise choice," Galen mumbled, then looked down at the woman worshiping his prick. "I can believe you were once one of The Church's sluts. If nothing else, that was one good thing to come out of Lantaris." The woman responded with an appreciative hum.
For the next few minutes, the tavern was filled with sucking and slurping noises that drowned out the hushed whispers of the tavern's patrons.
Galen emptied his mug and set it down. The blowjob had been nice, but he could tell she wanted him to enjoy the feeling more than get him off. The woman slipped out from under the table and held out a hand. "Let's continue this up in my room."
The knight looked down at his exposed cock, then around the room at the patrons giving him dirty looks. "Fuck-em," he growled. He slipped his dagger back into its sheath and stood up, displaying his saliva-covered prick proudly for all to see.
The woman grabbed his cock and pulled him towards her room, stroking him the entire way. Galen stumbled along obediently. One hand held up his pants and shorts while the other gripped the woman's elbow for support. Those last couple of mugs had started to take effect, making walking more difficult than normal.
The noise level of the tavern returned to normal as soon as the door to the woman's room clicked shut behind them.
This was one of the better rooms at the inn, with two beds to one side, a fireplace on the back wall, and a couch opposite the beds. On the sofa sat a large man with his arms across the back and head tilted back, snoring. Like Galen, his belt and pants were undone, but his cock lay flaccid against his stomach. The sound of the door shutting roused the man, and he looked groggily toward them, grinning when he saw the woman with Galen's cock in hand.
A woman lay curled up on the couch beside him. Galen immediately recognized the torn and dirty acolyte robes of his former goddess. Her expression made it clear she was not happy to see him.
"Convinced him, did you, Maeli?" the man chuckled.
"Not yet, Nattun. He just needs a little push. One Tayla will provide," said Maeli waving the other woman over. With a resigned sigh, Tayla slid off the sofa and walked across the room to stand before the former knight. "Kneel," Maeli ordered, then pulled Galen forward and stuffed his cock in the woman's mouth.
"Despite what this may seem like, Tayla is not a prisoner," Maeli explained, stroking the woman's hair as she began sucking and bobbing on his prick. "She can leave at any time but has decided to stay by my side no matter what.
