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The burning torchlight in the distance appeared as a beacon to the weary adventurers, a sign that they would soon be free from the humdrum storm of their companions' arguments. Fire meant civilization, people. It meant a blessed oasis of alcohol, loud music and uninhibited villagers.
"The man was prepared to fight honorably?bare-chested no less?without any of his men by his side, and you take his life with an arrow from a yard away. Like a coward!"
The source of the indignant outburst was a short, stocky half-orc woman with earthy, olive skin, built of lean, conditioned muscle and wrapped in furs. A taller, lither individual walked almost in step with her, an elf whose face scrunched in disgust as if he'd just had an unusually disagreeable meal. His clothes were a dark and concealing leather, with a cavernous hood that shrouded his thin, bronze skinned face and practical, close-shaven hair. Two other individuals, a man and a woman, traveled with them, keeping their distance more out of annoyance than of fear.
"And why exactly would I willingly engage with some drunken idiot who's likely to take my head off with a lucky swing of his club?" He asked. "Fuck your honor, Maz. You can keep it."
Despite the simmering hostility of their discourse, the surrounding woodland was serene and pleasant. It was a warm, moderate night in summer, teeming with unobtrusive wildlife and scored by the cries of birds and bugs alike. The numerous stars above lit their way through the woods towards the town, and a cool, soothing breeze filtered through the trees. Outside their argument in progress, their companions were utterly uninvested in what they were squabbling about and wanted only to rejoin human society.
"Here's an idea," One of them, a scruffy, bearded, brown-haired human man in leather armor, said. There were bags under his eyes, wrinkles unnaturally set into his forehead, and he looked as if he had just been rudely awoken from a not particularly fruitful night's sleep. "Why don't you two just fuck each other already and spare the rest of us all your bullshit?"
The hooded elf scowled at him. "How about this, Erven? When I give a shit about your opinion?which will never happen, by the way?I'll fucking ask you."
The tired looking man sighed heavily, regretting he'd said anything. "Whatever, Lord."
"Hey guys, the inn is right up ahead, okay?" Salith, their redheaded Tiefling associate said, hoping to make peace but looking just as exhausted as Erven did. "In a few minutes we're gonna be off our feet, in a well-lit, well-stocked bar...drinking and laughing...let's just relax a little, okay?" She had a desperate, pleading look in her crimson eyes.
Lord rolled his, but didn't say anything in turn. The last few minutes of walking were mercifully silent.

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"So when we first came to this town, me and Erven took the liberty of renting some rooms for the four of us. Separate rooms, for a change! How about that?"
The party stood at the end of a long hallway lined with doors. On the inside, the inn was bright and hot and noisy, which only half of them could truly claim to enjoy, but it also meant they could finally take it easy, which was something they all valued to some degree or another.
"Not that I'm gonna be using it much tonight," Erven grinned. "Sleeping's overrated."
"Well, good thing they'll still be there tomorrow when we're all hung over," Salith said with a knowing smile. "We've got them until the end of the week, so enjoy them while you can!"

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Most nights, Mazur, barbarian of her adventuring party?or Maz as she was known by her friends and those closest to her?was an outgoing, gregarious woman, and even if drinking and partying weren't her favorite activities, she would've enjoyed herself because the people around her were enjoying themselves. But tonight was different. She glared silently over at the man she had been fiercely arguing with for the past twenty minutes or so and wondered just what in the hell his problem was. Everything that Lord did flew in the face of convention or good taste in one way or another, from his flagrant disregard for social norms to his complete lack of respect for tradition or sanctity of any kind. Frankly put, he was an asshole.
He did what he wanted, when he wanted, simply because he wanted to. And the thing about that was that the consequences of his actions, which he largely ignored or sidestepped, were more often than not felt by the people around him. In other words, her, Erven and Salith. His actions tonight, aside from being absolutely shameful to a no-nonsense fighter like Maz, hadn't had any obvious consequences as of yet, but in her mind it was only a matter of time before it came back to bite them. So as two whirling, swaying bards clicked their heels and strummed their instruments wildly behind Ankara Yabancı Escort them, whipping the inebriated crowd into an energetic frenzy, Maz sat more or less isolated at the bar, eyeing her companion coolly and taking small sips of her drink. Lord on the other hand, seemed largely unconcerned with everyone and everything around him, sitting with his back to the bar and staring up at the ceiling. Maz looked back at her virtually full glass of beer and sighed. Maybe she was putting too much energy and attention towards someone who didn't warrant it.
In that instant, a stout, balding man seemingly appeared from nowhere, parting the sea of patrons and positioning himself directly between Maz, Lord, and the other drinkers who filled out the spaces in-between. He looked rather dirty and disheveled, the luxurious furs he was draped in matted and patchy, every other word out of his mouth slurring with unambiguous drunkenness.
"Oh barrrkeeep?" The man trilled. His gnarled fingers wore several thick rings with faded angular jewels atop them, while dozens of tiny, jingling pouches hung off his oversized leather coat. "I will be paying for every man and woman sitting at this bar, my good man."
He loosed the knot keeping one of the small brown sacks tethered to his clothing and dropped it carelessly on the countertop, allowing a few gold pieces to spill from its lip. Maz glanced over, her eyebrow raising. On the other side of the bar, Lord also took notice.
"Now if anyone would like to?" The man paused a moment to cover his mouth, his eyes narrowing queasily. "?Would like to thank me for my tremendous generosity, I will be out back, relieving myself against the side of this fine establishment."
With that, he stumbled off towards the door. There was a pause, as the bartender continued to stare down at the sack of gold, not used to seeing that kind of money casually thrown around, before a loud, rousing cheer went up all around Maz and her associate, nearly deafening the barbarian and making her clap her hands over her ears in irritation. The drunken man did not turn back around, but he did raise up an arm in acknowledgment before he disappeared from view.
Her momentary curiosity sated, Maz turned back to the bar, content to return to her uneventful night of staring at her drink and glaring at her traveling companion. When she turned to look at him however, the elf was still staring in the direction of the door. Without even looking back, Lord stood up from his stool and quietly made his way towards the exit. Maz's eyes widened in indignant disbelief as she watched him go. It was the sort of disbelief that had its roots in outrage and shock, even if, perhaps, it really was a thing you could believe, and maybe even have seen coming. Because she knew exactly what Lord was up to, having known him more than long enough. And she wasn't about to let them get run out of another town, not if she could help it.
With a sense that all her bitterness had finally been justified fueling her movement, Maz stood up and slammed her glass unnecessarily against the bar, whipping about and following the man with whom they would all be guilty by association out of the building and back out into the night.

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There he was. The drunken fool that was going to net Lord some brand new steel-toed boots, or perhaps a shiny new dagger. Completely oblivious to the world around him, the disheveled nobleman leaned against the hardened brick between buildings, struggling to balance himself even in such an advantageous position, his other hand fumbling with his belt. Out here, in the alley behind the tavern, it was dark. There was nobody else around to see who had robbed this man of all his earthly belongings. All that was left to do was approach, with a silent fluidity?not that it was entirely necessary for him to try too hard in this case?honed over years of thievery and swiftly and efficiently sever the rope of just one or two of those pouches of gold. Then Lord could disappear into the shadows before the man even realized there was anything missing. Hell, it would probably take the guy until after his morning hangover to notice, and by that time Lord would be long gone.
Noticing motion in his peripheral vision, the elf spun around, holding his dagger out in front of him to defend against any would-be attackers. Instead, he recognized the figure standing there in the moonlight, looking hesitant but stern.
"Maz?" The name left his lips before he could process his thoughts, and almost immediately he realized his mistake.
"Wha??" The nobleman stopped fiddling with his pants and turned around dazedly, staring at the two shadowy figures who were standing before him.
"Shit?!" Lord exclaimed, turning back to face the man in an uncoordinated panic, his blade still visible and protruding from Bahçelievler Escort his hand. The elf's target saw the glint of the weapon he assumed was meant for him, and his alcohol-addled mind, sluggish as it was, went immediately into fight or flight mode.
"Nooooo!" The man cried, clutching at his loosened trousers and pushing Lord out of the way as he bolted past him. "Stay awayyyy!"
Lord stumbled back, too disoriented from the sudden turn of events and too preoccupied with watching his plans crumble before his eyes to do anything decisive. He watched the man run off into the distance with surprising speed and stamina given his circumstances, while his own incredulous rage simmered and grew with every passing second. When the noble was long gone Lord remained rooted to the spot, staring after him and slowly sheathing his dagger. When it was safely tucked away the elf whirled about, pointing an accusatory finger in his half-orc companion's face.
"What the fuck, Maz?!" He seethed. "You let him get away!"
Maz recoiled, the shock of Lord's reaction making her forget her own frustrations, but not for long.
"I said nothing!" She shouted back, the bewilderment of how he could be blaming her for anything only slightly dulling the weight of her entirely spent patience. "You were the one who alerted him!"
Lord continued to glare into her eyes, either not registering what she had said or not wanting to. And then, abruptly, the hostility fell away and he grinned.
"You know, I was going to ask you what you were doing out here, but I think I figured it out," He said, leering at her with a gleefully certain arrogance.
Maz suddenly felt uncomfortable, now finding it difficult to remember why she had followed him in the first place. "What are you implying...?"
"I think shit-for-brains was right," Lord continued, still sneering. "You're totally into me, aren't you?"
She stared at him like he had just told her the earth and the sky had switched places, the absurdity of his statement and the timing of his words on par with such a hypothetical. Embarrassment colored her cheeks.
"The reason I followed you, Lord, was so that we were not run out of yet another town!" She took an aggressive step towards him and the knuckles of her fist clenched painfully tight, the muscles in her arm flexing. They both knew that she could decimate him with a punch, but she took a deep breath and resisted the impulse. "I knew what you were planning to do and I did not want to share in the trouble you got into!"
Lord took a step of his own, unintimidated by her anger and her physique. His grin had been replaced by a scowl that made no attempts to hide his dully burning resentment. "Well now, that guy got away and we probably will get in trouble, so thanks for that. I know I could have done it without him noticing."
"How is it possible that you blame me for this?!" Maz bared her tusks at him, eyes bulging furiously. "You were the one who alerted him?your actions, not mine! If you were not constantly doing things like this I would not have to follow you around like a small child!"
The half-orc woman shook with a white hot rage, her nails digging into her palms, her eyes attempting to burn pinpoint accurate surgical holes into Lord's defiant corneas. There was a wordless moment then, amidst the incendiary energy of their conflict, where the only thing exchanged were the most murderous of looks. It was a moment in which the building, volatile tension between them had reached its natural peak, in which neither of them really understood what was happening for a few confounding seconds?in which there was nothing left for that tension, that energy to do short of changing into something else entirely.
Without explanation, and without perfectly comprehending why or even that she was doing it, Maz grabbed the back of the slender elf's hood and pulled him into a fierce kiss. The action had all the energy and suddenness of a punch, and when she pulled back from it, both parties looked as if they'd been struck by some violent offender.
"I...I am sorry," Maz mumbled quietly. "I don't know where that came from."
Instead of answering her, Lord moved forward and kissed her back, catching the half-orc off guard. Her eyes, stretched wide from a continual barrage of surprises, closed as she allowed herself to enjoy the kiss for one indulgent moment. Then she pushed him back, remembering how infuriated she had just been moments ago. The two stared at each other, standing there, breathing heavily. There was still frustration in Maz's eyes, but it had been tempered slightly by other things, while Lord simply looked wary, like he was waiting to see what would happen.
Then they both willingly came back together, locking lips and wrapping their arms around each other. Lord forcefully pushed his tongue Balgat Escort into Maz's mouth and she hastily knocked his hood off his head, gripping his scalp possessively and kissing him back twice as hard. The half-orc shoved her elven companion against the hard brick of the tavern wall and broke their kiss, staring into his eyes. She noticed his hand on her hip, creeping down towards her ass, but made no acknowledgment of it. Lord was grinning like a demon.
"I fucking knew it," He said breathlessly, sweat visible on his forehead. "Erven was right. You do want to fuck me."
Maz paused, staring dully at him, expression mostly unreadable. "...You kissed me back, did you not?"
"Yeah, well, I make it a practice to finish what other people start," He replied, downplaying his own involvement as much as possible. "You should know that by now."
"Is that why your manhood is prodding me in the leg?" She asked, feeling her patience straining all over again.
"I mean, that type of thing tends to happen when a lady has her breasts pressed up against me," Lord said with a defiant smirk. "Just because my body is reacting doesn't mean I'm dying to jump into bed with you."
Maz grit her teeth and tensed her spread fingers against the brick, pushing until they hurt. Very slowly and deliberately she asked him: "Do you want to do this or not?"
"I don't know," He shot back quickly, the same infuriating smirk permanently engraved on his face, stretching his smooth dark cheeks from ear to ear. "Do you?"
The half-orc expelled steam from her nostrils and glared at him, not answering. In the next second, Lord slipped from the place where Maz thought she had him restrained and swiftly made his way behind her. With surprising strength he pushed her up against the same wall, holding one of her arms firmly behind her back. She felt the outline of his dick pressed closely up against her ass and felt his breath on the back of her neck.
"Well regardless, things do seem to be headed in that direction," She breathed.
"Yeah..." He agreed, letting her arm go.
Maz leaned against the wall in front of her, her tusked lips spreading into a slight smile as she pushed her hips back towards him. "In that case you should probably do it then, if you're going to. Unless of course I was right about you being a coward."
Lord scoffed. "Me?! A coward? You wish, Maz. Just remember, you asked for this..."
All the same he seemed to hesitate somewhat as he moved forward and flipped her fur skirt up onto her lower back, the action not as unquestionably decisive as many of his previous ones. He pulled her cloth underwear down her thighs and grinned at what he saw there. Between Maz's thick green ass cheeks a stream of translucent liquid trailed from her pussy and ran down her inner thighs.
"Oh yeah," He nodded. "You want me, alright."
Having mostly re-acclimated herself to interacting with the elf by this point, Maz managed to hold onto her good mood. "What was that you mentioned about bodies not necessarily speaking for their owners?" She grinned back at him, hoping that would piss him off as much as she was around him in general.
He frowned. Unable to come up with a good answer, he turned his attention to removing his belt and pants, something that proved frustratingly difficult.
"Are you having trouble back there?"
"Shut up," Lord grumbled, eventually unhooking his belt and pulling his pants and underwear down below his bare hips. He let his pants collapse in a heap over his shiny black boots, holding his engorged cock in his hand. "You're gonna be sorry you teased me, Maz, just a head's up."
She stared back at him over her shoulder with a fiercely defiant look, fixing him with a grin that showed off her teeth and protruding tusks. "I am having serious doubts about that."
Taking a firm hold of her dark green ass, Lord lined himself up with her steadily dripping pussy. He took a moment to meet her gaze, letting his expression of smug confidence speak for itself. Maz's expression didn't falter.
With a grunt, Lord pulled her back onto his cock, trying to make his first thrust as harsh and as inconsiderate as possible. He was hoping to leave an impression. There was no pause or hesitation after his first entry, no time allocated for Maz to recover or get used to his presence, his hips bucking wildly and recklessly in defiance of her body's tight resistance. He grunted as he thrusted repeatedly, not especially enjoying the act in the moment. But of course he knew that wasn't the point. Maz grunted and grit her teeth, wincing each time he plowed into her, short, stifled breaths masking all the noises she would've normally been making at a time like this. She didn't want him to think she was impressed.
"Is that all you have to offer?" She taunted.
In response, the elf hauled back and smacked her bare ass cheek with his open palm. He followed it up with a new hearty slap for every thrust, striking just a little harder each time until her skin tingled hotly and a light pink handprint remained to show that he'd been there. Feeling like he'd made his point, Lord grabbed her reddened buttock and held it roughly in place while he continued to fuck her, his free hand clutching its opposite.