Jorvais and his men had themselves sprawled leisurely around the table. Jorvais at the head, with Elcan, and Reerdon to his left, and on his other side Damian and Orilios were appraising the various women around the tavern.
Jorvais could imagine sinking the lithe raven haired girl on to her knees and coaxing her to take his long thick shaft in her sweet mouth. His length stiffened slightly, and the thought of her locking her eyes on to his, and swirling her tongue around his cocks fat bulbous head . He wanted to tie her hands behind her back, and finger her pussy while he let others watch her wanton and lusty whimpers fill the room. Then he'd bend her over, guiding his cock to her tight dripping channel and slide in his thickness, millimetre by millimetre. He'd rock back forth, building a slow grinding rhythm. He wanted to hear her groans, he'd circle her clit until she was on the edge. He'd surge into her, slapping his aching heavy balls, her tight little channel would ripple and milk his enormous cock helplessly, and as she came he'd roll and pinch her nipples to make her make as much noise as possible...
"I'll wager that Jorvais can tumble the tall raven girl he's been covertly eyeing since we arrived, before you can get the fat wench behind the bar to smile at you." They all momentarily looked at one another,
"Reerdon" he grinned wickedly.
"Wager what exactly?" his interest piqued.
"Let the girl decide, since she'll be the prize." Jorvais grinned lecherously rubbing his hands together.
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Across three large wooden tables, Aliyah stood quickly when she saw the Xelian warrior push his chair back and stand. He'd exchanged some words with his companions --his eye's never leaving her-and then began to stalk around the tables toward her.
The three of them had been following her with their eyes since she'd entered the tavern. Bending down quickly to one of her female companions she whispered, "I will meet you back at our lodgings."
Jorvais saw the exchange and frowned. She looked like a startled Deer. Her brilliant green eye's retreating as she began backing away, and then suddenly she leapt over an empty table, and rushed past his comrades table and out the door.
He swung bewildered beyond his senses to the bar, to see Reerdons advancement. He ground his teeth in cold fury when he saw Reerdon handing a pouch of coin to the bloated old hag. At first she scowled in distrust at him, but when her greedy hands opened the pouch and found silver, she screeched in delight and yanked his entire upper body across the bar top, and pressed his alarmed face into her wrinkly bosom.
Trembling slightly, he returned and seated himself in his down. Damian and Orilios couldn't contain their hilarity any longer and guffawed long and loud to themselves. A fresh round of drinks were delivered to the troop 'free of charge', they all cast eye's over to the bar, and the woman waggled her eye brows at Reerdon in what was supposed to be amorous way. It set them off again, and they were stamping their feet and banging their fists on the table, even Jorvais couldn't help himself when he saw the colour leaving his friends alarmed face.
"Maybe you could learn something from that."
Reerdon smiled smugly at Jorvais. "What on earth did you do to make her run off like that?"
Jorvais downed his ale, and shrugged in bemusement.
"She must have caught a whiff of your breath." Orilios supplied unhelpfully, laughing at his own wit until Jorvais partially rose and extended his fist.
He watched Damian keeping his silence with his look of mock innocence. Jorvais scowled at him.
"Deloran."
Orilios choked and spat out his drink, stunned faces stared at him in disbelief. Jorvais however snarled and looked ready to beat them all.
"You mean to say she's a mercenary."
"Probably not hired at the moment judging from her company, but I'd say so yes." Damian leaned back in his chair and smiled at them all serenely.
"You knew she would take one look at me sitting with the lot of you, spotting the crest on Ori's breast plate and you let me approach her." Damian refused to be cowed by the Jorvais' larger and taller frame.
"Yes." He grinned up at him.
Jorvais was standing over him ready to pull his tongue from his mouth, when Reerdon stood quickly and pulled him back and told him to sit down.
"There's no way she'd have pulled a blade on you in here. Too many soldiers for a start, not to mention her kind are outlawed in this part of the city."
Jorvais decided to let it go. "Atleast you lost an entire pouch of silver." Reerdon grunted at this fact and reluctantly went back to the bar to order more ale. Oblivion was called for...
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Aliyah waited longer than 3 hours before going back to join her obviously by now, inebriated friends. She was surprised they hadn't returned. She sighed and was forced with the decision that she'd have to find them herself.
She walked down the long street, dodging horses and armoured warriors, blatantly ignoring the sleazy looks from a lot of them. She was taller than most of the women she'd met and was slim, with long legs. She was not however a delicate thing. She had strong legs from riding, and strong arms from duelling.
She'd been a soldier once, like these warriors. It wasn't their fault she and her friends had been forced to flee their city, but they were a long way from home and where they'd started 2 years ago.
She'd taken a risk following her friends to this part of the city. She had worked as a mercenary a few times. Never being the aggressor, but these warriors and commanders didn't seem to notice the difference. Her colouring wasn't that different from these people, but it was her dark clear green eyes that would give her away if she were challenged.
Aliyah tugged at the annoying skirt she'd donned, to as not be appear a threat. As she trudged back toward the tavern, her feet dragged. She hoped to the Goddess that those fools had left. Pushing her way through the fold of bodies, the sight she found made her groan...
