The Bandit Problem
Zen was idly stroking Sarina's soft ears, the wolf ones on top of her head. They were so soft that he couldn't stop himself from touching them, running his fingers through the silky fur. He also found out something odd, wondering how it would be helpful from an evolutionary perspective. As he ran his finger along the edge, Sarina moaned deeply, pulling her mouth off his cock, running her tongue along the side. They had fucked three times yesterday and here he was getting the most amazing morning blowjob of his life. She squirmed as he rubbed her ears, "Zen, please, I'm going to cum again if you keep playing with them. I can't concentrate when you do that." She was moaning as she wrapped her tongue around his cock.
"This was your bet, Sarina. You never said I couldn't interfere."
She groaned as shivers ran down her spine. She lowered her mouth on him again, taking nearly all his cock into her mouth. He could feel the back of her throat as she used her tongue to lick him. She slowly rocked back and forth, pressing it against the back, trying to take him all in. Her eyes began to widen with a panicked expression, nostrils flaring as her body began to tense.
"Oh, looks like I'm going to win." She seemed to resolve herself and she slammed her face down onto his cock, forcing it down her throat. Zen felt a shock as she pulled up and again slammed her head down, completely forgetting her ears as he grabbed her head. She continued throat fucking herself on his cock, making amazing slurping and gagging sounds until she slammed down as hard as she could and licked his balls with her tongue. He clutched her head tightly, holding her there as he came right down her throat, feeling her contracting around him, desperate for air. She swallowed three times, tightening her throat around his cock, making him groan. She suddenly tensed up and let out a muffled scream as her own orgasm finally tore through her.
He slowly pulled her limp head up, and she took a big gasp of air. He gently rubbed her back as she coughed and slowly wiped the spit and cum from her lips. Her face was pink from the strain, but she smiled at him victoriously. "I win Zen. I get to pick your next wife."
"I like these low stakes bets where I win regardless of the outcome."
She stood up, still cleaning herself up, her eyes still watering a bit. "I need to prove that I am a worthy wife to you. Also, I need to show them that I possess the skill and will to be the first wife." He looked around curiously.
"And these other wives, are they in the room with us now?" he teased, but it seemed to sail over her head.
"Of course not, if they were, they would have been made to lick me clean."
Kinky!
Zen looked on bemusedly. He had already given up trying to make sense of this place.
Sarina sat down next to him and cuddled up to him. She had changed out of her ceremonial garb into more casual clothes, but she had left on the lace choker and thigh-high socks. She now sported a pleated skirt that went to her knees and a pale blue blouse. Interestingly, her skirt had a hole for her tail, which made sense, otherwise she would be flashing everyone she walked by. She probably wouldn't have minded that, she seemed pretty sex positive and confident in her body.
"So, uh, is there anything I'm supposed to be doing as Agravari? Don't get me wrong, I'm having a great time here, but there has to be a reason I'm here, right?"
Sarina gently tilted his head to her. "I knew you would be special. Already worrying about us."
"I'd feel bad if there wasn't something I could do to give back."
Her face clouded a bit, "There are many problems the town has, many can be solved with enough people, but some we simply don't know how to resolve."
"Yeah? Please tell me, maybe I can think of something."
"Well, our biggest problem is the bandit attacks."
Cool, standard isekai stuff, I can manage that easy.
"They come from the forest every month and raid our food stores, sometimes taking the livestock back with them."
"How many of them are there? How is your militia?"
She seemed a bit confused, "Well, usually there are a dozen or two, but we don't have a militia."
"Okay, but surely you organize defenses, right? Build ditches, fences, set up archers?"
"Um, I don't really know. They usually come and the villagers scatter and hide."
Okay, maybe not as easy as I thought.
"Well, what do you have for weapons?"
"We have some brooms and rakes," she offered helpfully. Zen sighed; he had almost forgotten how silly this place was.
A bell started to ring loudly outside, and he saw villagers running westward. "Let me guess, those would be the bandits."
Sarina was panicking, running around in small circles. "They shouldn't be here yet! It's too soon. We have to hide!"
Zen had stepped to the window and looked at the invaders and was tremendously confused. He then opened the door and stepped out. There were two dozen masked midgets, wearing tiki masks, running around with sticks and they were poking and swatting at people. Some people had picked up brooms, stools, and whatever they could get their hands on to fight back, but they seemed wildly ineffective. The hobbits just seemed to be highly amused. Some of them had picked up barrels full of ale and another was carrying a donkey away.
Wait, what?
One of the masked guys ran up to Zen while he was trying to make sense of this and smacked him across the shin. It stung, but no worse than bumping into the coffee table. He gave a grunt of pain and then looked down at the guy, the guy looked up at him, and he punted the little shit across the street. This caught the attention of the others, who rushed over at him. Have you ever wondered how many toddlers it would take to beat a grown man? Apparently, the answer is more than 20.
Moments later, he had already dealt with the majority of them, but still had three on him. Two of them had been holding onto his legs the entire fight trying to bite him. This was highly ineffective as they were still wearing their masks. Another one had climbed up his back and was pulling at his hair. That one did piss him off a bit, so he flung the little shit across the street, through a wooden wall.
Wait, what?
Some of the masked guys seemed to realize that they were on the losing side and made a break for it with whatever they could grab. Zen managed to save a young woman with rabbit ears as she was being carried away, but they still got away with that donkey.
Zen curiously walked over to one of the barrels filled with ale and tried picking it up. It was large enough that he could have taken a bath in it, and he lifted it over his head as if it were a five-pound dumbbell.
Neat
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Sarina came rushing out of the cottage as he replaced the barrel and jumped into his arms, tears in her eyes. "I was so worried about you Zen! Did they hurt you?"
He managed to calm her down by the time the villagers had come out of hiding and were starting to clean up. It took two of them to wrestle one of the barrels back into the tavern. Zen was also trying to think through how he could protect the village, but he wasn't loving the ideas. Wood wall? They'd bust right through that. Spears? They might use those as toothpicks. Moat? Hmmm, maybe?
"You said that they come every month, but this time they came sooner, yeah?" Sarina nodded, counting on her hands.
"Yes, they are nine days early. Is that significant somehow?"
"Well, you said they usually grab food, so my guess would be that they're hungry. But tell me, are they all that short?"
Sarina shook her head, "Those are their raiders, but they have a tribe leader that is far larger than them, but it was difficult to tell how tall as she stayed in the back. We have not seen her in a long time, but now that they have returned with so little, she may attack with them next time."
Well, they were like three foot nothing, so this should be fine.
