Poll Driven Story: Inetme’thul’s Last Adventure

This started out as an exclusive to my Patreon backers but it just wasn’t getting enough votes to work. So I’m posting what’s been written so far along with the most recent poll! Hopefully as I get back into the swing of writing these poll driven stories I’ll be going back and finishing the ones that are partially finished as well as starting a couple new ones.

P.S. – This is a Fantasy story but its not a Rings of Corruption one.

Inetme’thul’s Last Adventure


Dawn breaks over Grayfair, the city at the crossroads. And there, in the center of the city where the four roads meet sits the Crossroads Inn, the most famous tavern for leagues around. Even before the sun starts to peak over the horizon the innkeeper, a Night Elf named Maaleas Dawndancer, is awake and ready to begin meeting his customer’s needs.

Beside him is a small figure, Hob the Halfling, looking bleary eyed and still half asleep. “Why do we gots to get up so early, Boss?” he asks as he rubs the sleep from his small beady eyes.

Maaleas takes a deep, calming breath before speaking. “Because, Hob,” he explains calmly, “we have customers and pretty soon they are going to be waking up hungry. So we best start preparing the kitchen.”

“Oh,” Hob says dumbly, staring back at the kitchen. “And I’m supposed to that, ain’t I?”

“Yes,” the tall, slender Elf says. “Yes you are. Now get to work.” For a minute he stands, watching the small round Halfling pull a stool into the kitchen so he can reach the stovetop. Hob’s a good worker, but slow and often in need of having the same instructions repeated to him day after day.

After ensuring that the Halfling is busy preparing breakfast Maaleas turns to the counter in front of the kitchen and starts setting out plates and utensils. “We’ve got four guests,” he mumbles to himself, “but it’s always good to prepare a few extra in case any of the locals come in for some food. And me and Hob will need to eat, too.”

He stops, scratching his thin pointed nose. Like almost all Night Elves he is tall and slender with dark ashy-blue colored skin. But the things Maaleas shares in common with the rest of his race end at his looks. Growing up he never fit in with his kind and always wanted to explore the world and interact with people of other races, something that was frowned on. When he had been younger he had lived the life of an adventurer. Now he’s more than happy running his Inn, hearing all the tales of the adventurers that come through yet never having to face any of the danger they face first hand.

“Besides,” he says to himself with a smile spreading over his face, “if I had stayed with my own kind I wouldn’t get to see lovelies like that fire mage that stumbled in last night.”

“What’s that, Boss?” Hob calls from the kitchen.

Maaleas turns and leans into the kitchen, keeping his voice low in case one of the clients come down the stairs from the rented rooms up above. “I was just saying how ‘hot’ that Fire Mage was that stumbled in last night.”

Hob’s little eyes grow wide and a dreamy look comes over his face. “You mean the High Elf? With the real big, well, you know,” he says looking embarrassed but holding his hands out before his little chest as if holding giant breasts.

“Yeah,” Maaleas says as he stares at the imaginary breasts the Halfling is holding. “Only you need to make them bigger,” he says. Hob starts to move his hands out causing Maaleas to laugh. “No, even bigger than that!”

“What a wonderful sound to wake up to,” an almost ethereal feminine voice calls out from behind them.

Hob’s eyes grow large in surprises and then his face blushes bright red in embarrassment as he drops his arms. “It’s HER!” he whispers loudly.

“I know,” Maaleas whispers back. “She can’t have seen you from the stairs, though. Just make the food faster and keep quiet!” He then turns around and greets the tall Elf coming down the stairs.

She’s taller than him and nearly as slender although that narrow figure is disrupted by the curve of her huge breasts, each mound of firm full flesh larger than his head. The woman is wearing a tight red dress that hugs her slim figures and both supports and presses up her prominent breasts, leaving plenty of cleavage exposed. It’s cut in a style worn by many magic wielding adventurers, one that allows them the freedom of movement they need in combat and leaves much of the woman’s body pleasantly revealed.

Her face is narrow and pointed, her eyebrows thin and long and colored fire red just like the hair on the top of her head. Some of that red hair is pulled forward, hanging down on either side of her face. The rest is pulled back and secured behind her head then draped down nearly to her plump perky ass. The color of her long hair running down her back gradually changes from fire red to deep orange and then to bright yellow.

As she finishes coming down the stairs, moving with the grace only possible for one of her race, she stops. Closing her eyes and thrusting her chest out (a very distracting sight to behold) she takes a deep breath and smiles prettily. “Mmmmm, what is that delicious smell?”

Maaleas smiles back at her. “Breakfast that Hob’s cooking. Nothing fancy, just greasy Inn food. I’m sure a High Elf like you is used to much finer.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised,” she says, winking at him. “I’ve been an adventurer for a long time now and whatever it is your little man servant is preparing is going to be a feast compared to the dried traveling rations I’ve been eating for the last two weeks.”

The wink draws his attention away from her large breasts and up to her eyes. Like many powerful mages they glow from the energy she has stored inside her. But unlike any other mage he’s ever seen her eyes glow different colors. One side glows bright yellow, the other bright green.

Noticing he’s staring at her she smiles again then self consciously pulls some of her hair behind one of her long, pointed ears. Unlike his ears, which are pointed but not much longer than a human’s, hers extend out to about a hand’s length from her head. Her extended lobes are covered with piercings; beautiful golden and red gemmed jewelry hangs from them.

Being she’s an adventurer most of that jewelry is certain to be more than just for sure, he thinks to himself. That thought makes him realize the woman is unarmed and free of the traveling pack she was wearing when she stumbled into the Inn last night. He mentions this and asks her if she plans on sticking around for a bit.

“Yes,” she says with a nod of her head. “A bit. But not too long,” she adds as she walks up to the counter Maaleas is standing behind.

He leans over it, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. “And why is that?”

“Because the rest of my party should be meeting me here over the next day or two,” she replies. “And then we can begin our next adventure!”

Maaleas smiled. “I love having parties of adventurers in my inn! Have a seat and I’ll bring you breakfast as soon as Hob has it done. After that feel free to make yourself at home. I’m sure you’ll find the company here to your liking. Lots of other adventurers and the like come through here.”

She nodded politely and took a seat.

He then turned to face the kitchen, hiding the huge grin on his face. “And knowing the other members of your party won’t be here to watch your back for a bit gives me time to have some fun…” he mumbled to himself.


* * *


During the day the sexy fire mage mostly keeps to herself, sipping slowly on a goblet of Elven wine. Through polite conversation over the course of the day Maaleas discovers that her name is Inetme’thul and that she is the leader of her little band of adventurers. They have been together for some time and had recently taken a short break to each take care of personally business and are scheduled to meet here in his tavern over the next week or so.

The High Elf seems uncertain of when the rest of her party would be arriving which meant if he wants to get up to any shenanigans he’d need to do so soon. That very evening an opportunity presents its self and he jumps right at it.

All of the other guests had left but right around supper time two large, burly Orcs wander in. Maaleas knows them well: they work as mercenaries in the area and are fairly civilized as far as Orcs go.

As he servs them, and the High Elf, their evening meals he notices the looks they are all giving each other. The Orcs had been in the wilds for some time and it was obvious by the looks they were giving the haughty Elf’s large breasts that they would like nothing better than to spend the evening exploring her delicious body. And from the disgusted looks she shot back at them it was clear that doing such would be the very last thing she would enjoy.

A proper inn keeper would have left things there or maybe even stepped in to stop the Orc’s lecherous looks. But Maaleas was no proper inn keeper. The thought of the two huge, brutish, green-skinned Orcs fucking the proper pale skinned High Elf made him chubby. He decided right away that he’d use all the tools at his disposal to give two of his most loyal clients a proper treat.

The next time the High Elf needed a refill on her Elven wine Maaleas added a little extra to her cup. He put in some Ewelic oil knowing the substance would have a powerful effect on the High Elf along with a few drips of a powerful drought that would lesson her ability to draw on her magical abilities for the rest of the evening, just in case. But before he brought her the drugged goblet of wine he made sure he had a potion of sleep and a draught of forgetfulness at the ready for once the evening’s festivities were finished.

“Here you go,” he says, placing the goblet before the pretty woman. He quickly moves away from her table, heading towards the two Orcs with two large mugs of ale for them. He wants to make sure the woman has no chance to see even a hint of deviousness on his face. He knows full well that a fire mage such as her could burn his whole inn to the ground with the flick of a finger if she suspected she was in danger.

As he gives the Orcs their ale he leans in and whispers to them, informing them of his plan. They smile wide, their pleased grins showing their tusk-like canines. “Finest inn in all the land,” the larger of the two says.

“We can always count on you to make our stay worth every coin,” the other adds.

Maaleas bows then scurries to the front door, quietly closing and locking it once he is sure the High Elf isn’t looking. She had been reading all day, thick well-read tomes written in High Elven that he was unable to read the titles of.

With the front door locked and no chance of interruption Maaleas returns to the counter that serves as both bar and his main perch in the tavern-like lower floor of the inn. With dinner served Hob had done the washing and headed off to bed early.

Like Maaleas the small Halfling had a small room in the back of the ground floor of the inn. He thinks about going back and seeing if the little man is still awake so that he could be invited to come watch the show that was about to begin but he thinks  better of it. Bringing the Halfling back out might arouse the suspicions of the High Elf before the drugs in her wine are able to start effecting her.

Taking a seat on a stool Maaleas starts some busy work, wiping clean a number of mugs and goblets with a rag. All the while he keeps glancing over at the High Elf, waiting for signs that the Ewelic oil has begun to affect her. He can see that the two Orcs are doing the same, their expressions full of carnal hunger. Luckily Inetme’thul is so engrossed in her books that she fails to notice the frequent expectant looks the three men around her are giving her.

And then, just like that, it begins. Inetme’thul’s pale cheeks began to blush red. Everyone in the room can see that she is beginning to breathe faster, something that makes her large firm breasts rise prettily with each heavy breath. She starts to shift in her chair uncomfortably, her hand dropping below the table to adjust the bottom of her dress. Then her hand is up at her breasts, tugging on the top of her dress as she fans her cleavage.

“It’s suddenly very hot in here,” she says rather stupidly with a strange, distant look on her face. She puts her book down and looks over to the inn keeper. “Do you think you could, perhaps, not put any more logs on the fire for now?” she asks, looking concerned and a little confused.

“Of course,” he says with a kind smile, not pointing out that he had yet to light the fire that evening. It was still the middle of summer and there was little need for the warmth of a fire till it got very late.

The High Elf then put her book down and placed her face into her hands, rubbing at herself as she breathed even heavier. She moves her hands up her face into her hair, pulling her long red locks back out of her face and fixing the band of cloth that keeps her long hair secured behind her.

She then leans back in her chair, arching her back and pressing her breasts out and closing her eyes as she continues to breathe heavily. “So hot,” she mutters.

Maaleas and the Orcs watch in silence, knowing she still needs time for the Ewelic oil to run through her body. Of course till then they’d have a nice little show.

Still leaning back in her chair they can see her reaching under the wooden table and hiking her dress up so she can spread her legs wide open. Her hands disappear in between her legs and she starts to moan in relief as she begins touching herself. “So hot,” she mutters again, “but this is helping relieve the heat.” It’s clear that her mind is muddled and that she’s forgotten that she isn’t alone in the room.

Soon she pushes her chair back from the table. Her legs are spread wide open and everyone in the room can see that the silky undergarments she wears under the dress have been pulled to the side so that she can finger her pussy with ease. Like all Elves her cunt is smooth and totally free of hair and they can all see that its fleshy pink folds are moist with arousal.

One of her hands wanders away from her cunt, snaking up her thin frame to grope at her overlarge breasts. This causes her to moan loudly in surprise as if she hadn’t expected doing so to feel as good as it does. A moment later she has hold of the front of her tight dress and is tugging down on it, an action that causes her large breasts to come spilling out.

Once free of the dress the men in the room can see that they are even larger then they had looked pressed up in her dress. They are perfectly round and huge, pale white fleshy orbs with pretty blue veins seen through her pale skin and perfect pink nipples that are rock hard from arousal. In fact her breasts are so perfectly shaped that, compared to a Human or Orc’s breasts, they look almost too perfect to be real. But that is just how it is with High Elf women which is what makes them such a carnal treat.

She is now masturbating with one hand while the other pinches and tweaks her hard nipples, groping and massaging her large, firm breasts. She is leaned back with her head tilted over the back of the chair as she moans in pleasure.

“I think she’s ready, boys,” Maaleas says with a lecherous grin. As the two large Orcs get out of their chairs and start to undress he simply reaches into his pants and pulls his cock out. He loves to fuck but there are times where watching is just as good and today is one of those days.

A few moments later the two Orcs are naked and standing on either side of Inetme’thul, their large green cocks hard and in their hands. The High Elf seems to sense them standing on either side of her so she opens her eyes. “Oooooh,” she says in pleasant surprise when she sees the two large cocks being held in her face. She licks her pretty lips then leans towards the closest one. She tries to take it in her mouth but it is far too thick for that, so instead she starts licking and sucking on the bulbous green cockhead as she continues to masturbate, seeming to savor the taste of the precum leaking out the tip.

The other Orc, not wanting to be left out, grabs the hand that is groping her breasts and pulls it towards his cock. As soon as she touches it she wraps her slender fingers around its bulk and starts jerking it off. Both Orcs groan in pleasure but Maaleas knows they won’t be happy with this for long.

As he expects they soon moved to change positions. Carefully, knowing they can’t be quite as rough and direct as they want less they knock the High Elf out of the sexual daze the Ewelic oil has put her in, they begin stripping her out of her dress. She moans and ooh’s as they do this, reveling in the touch of their large, rough hands. They lean in and kissed her, licking and sucking on the perfect soft flesh of her neck and plump lips.

She kisses them back, deeply and passionately even as she seems to shake in revulsion at the act. “Disgusting beasts,” she purrs, making it clear that at least in this moment of drugged sexual arousal ‘disgusting’ is exactly what she wants.

As soon as her clothing is off the Orcs grab hold of her and lift her into the air, causing her to squeak in surprise. They spread her legs and lift them up then positioned themselves in front and behind her. The one in front of her grabs his throbbing green cock and begins to rub it up and down the slit of her moist cunt, smearing messy precum all over her pussy. Then, slowly but firmly, he starts to press himself into her. Her eyes shoot open wide as his huge girth fills and stretches her cunt hole to the point that it brings tears to her eyes. But the Orc knows that Elf pussy can take an Orc cock, even if it means entering slow at first till her cunt has a chance to stretch and accommodate to his full size.

She whimpers at first, pulling her arms in and balling her hands into tight fists as tears stream down her face. Yet the sounds of pain and discomfort are quickly replaced my moans of pleasure. “Oh, yes, so big and thick,” she mutters. “Fill me, you disgusting beast, fill me till I break!”

Maaleas sits, jerking off to the sight. He knows it’s the Ewelic oil talking, the potent drug that has turned this haughty Elven mage into a drooling slut. He is glad he’s put so much into her drink. Any less and the thick Orc cocks might have knocked her out of her altered mental state enough to realize what was going on. He knows the real test of whether he had used enough would start when the Orc behind her begins to enter her.

He waits to his partner manages to get himself balls deep into the High Elf. Only once she is moaning like a cheap whore in a brothel as he fucks her cunt does the Orc in the back spit on his hard cock then begin to rub his throbbing member on her puckered asshole. Her body has eased but now, as he starts to press into her, it tightens up again. He goes even slower than the first Orc has gone, pressing in just a bit then pulling out and pressing back in a tad further. Slowly he works his way into her back end, the ample precum leaking from his massive cock helping lubricate the way.

Once more she pulls her arms in tight and clenches her hands in little fists, groaning in confused pain and pleasure as she begins to cry again. “It’s too much,” she howls then, surprising everyone in the room, begins to shake and moan loudly.

“She’s cumming!” Maaleas declares with glee.

The two Orcs grunted, having to press in hard to get passed her tightened, clenched holes as the High Elf cums. They are both all the way in her now, holding her body up between them as they fuck her from both sides. The grunt like animals, slamming into from the front and then the back. Inetme’thul moans and gasps and shudders more as she comes a second time, overwhelmed by the feel of two so large cocks filling her narrow insides.

Maaleas quickly reaches climax, cumming into his hand. Not long after the two Orcs seem to be heading towards climax as well. They pounded her harder, making her scream in pain and pleasure before filling both her holes. Even from across the room Maaleas can hear their cum squelching out around their massive cocks. Orcs cum hard with loads so large that they make a Human’s spunk look like Orc precum.

As soon as the Orcs are done, as soon as they have pulled away and dropped her to the floor, Maaleas is dashing across the room with the two potions in his hands. The Ewelic oil will quickly wear off now that the sex is over and a woman as well traveled as her will quickly realize what has happened. Even with the potion that will have lessened her ability to call upon her fire magic she’ll still be powerful enough to roast them all.

As she sits on the floor, cum leaking from her pussy and asshole and leaving her in a small puddle of Orc semen, he dashes up and jams the first potion into her mouth. She gags on the fluid as she instinctively swallows. Almost immediately her eyelids fluttered then close as she collapses into a deep sleep. Holding her up he pops the cap of the second potion and pours that into her mouth as well.

The first ensures she falls into a deep sleep that will last all night. The second ensures she’ll have no memory of the evening. Maaleas will clean her up and move her and her books up to her room. She’ll wake perhaps a little confused but none the wiser as to what they had done to her. Although, he realizes, her asshole and maybe even her pussy will be sore. There isn’t anything he can do about that, though.



* * *


The next morning the Orcs woke before dawn and prepared to leave early, thanking Maaleas for the VERY special evening he had provided them but nervously informing him that they needed to be on their way.

“I thought you had planned to stay for a few nights?” Maaleas asks, feeling he already knows why they’ve had the sudden change of plans.

“We had,” the larger of the two says quickly. “But we just… Well…”

“Want to play it safe as far as the fire mage goes, right?” Maaleas says with a laugh. “Don’t worry boys, I get not wanting to be around in case my potions didn’t work. Even if they did but she still has suspicions she’ll be more likely to attack two Orcs before she points her anger at an ‘innocent’ inn keeper such as me.”

They both look relieved that Maaleas understands. “Right,” the big one says with a huge toothy grin. “And if she DOES remember and burns this place down we’d at least like a head start before she comes chasing after us.”

Together the three men laugh. The truth is they are all fairly confident they have gotten away with their deed especially since it’s not the first time these very same Orcs have taken part in such a thing at the Crossroads Inn. Even so, Maaleas doesn’t blame the two for wanting to play it safe. He gives them a few parting salutations and sees them out the front door.

By the time Inetme’thul comes down from her rented room Hob has already fried up breakfast and the lower floor of the inn, the tavern, is filled with a handful of locals treating themselves to hearty morning meal. Maaleas watches Inetme’thul closely for any sign of anger on her perfectly pretty Elven face but there is none there. She walks with perfect posture and moves with the grace of a cat. The only sign of anything amiss is in her eyes: they seem worn and tired.

“Didn’t sleep well?” he asks her as he brings her morning meal to her.

“Actually, I feel as though I’ve had the opposite problem,” she says wearily. “It’s been ages since I’ve slept so hard and so late into the morning and the long sleep has left me feeling still tired.” She seems confused by this but not at all suspicious that Maaleas is somehow responsible.

Wanting to ensure her suspicions are never aroused he quickly makes up a lie. “Well, you did get carried away drinking the Eleven wine last night. Had to have Hob send off an order for another cask you drank so much! I know you High Elves don’t get drunk the way most other races do but Elven wine can still knock you out and leave you hung over.”

“Yes…” she mutters quietly, as if the way she feels now makes sense. And it’s clear she’s also ashamed of herself for drinking so much. “I’ll definitely have to take it easier today as I read my books.” As she says this she pulls one of the thick tomes out of a side bag she is wearing ant puts it on the table. “I drank so much last night that honestly I don’t even remember most of the evening.”

“Hopefully,” she adds, her voice a little more bright, “at least one member of my party should be arriving today. Once they get here I won’t have to occupy myself with these old things.” She says, patting the book.

Maaleas nods, glancing at the book as he leaves the table. It bothers him that he has no idea what kind of books she’s reading. Should someone who can read High Elf come through the inn while she still remains here he plans on slipping them a few coins to at the very least tell him the titles on her books.

The rest of the morning goes by without anything of note happening. Maaleas works with Hob to clean up after the breakfast meal and the High Elf keeps to herself, reading her books and sipping on a single glass of wine which she makes last hours.

Come lunch time, however, the bottom floor of the Crossroads in quickly fills up. There is, as always, a large number of locals from the city of Grayfair coming in for a hearty meal and some good ale. There were also a large number of travelers, men and women who would be simply passing through Grayfair but had decided to stop for a relaxing meal at the well known inn.

The room was so full of customers that Maaleas didn’t notice at first that Inetme’thul was no longer alone at her table. But when he finally did spot the second figure sitting with the haughty High Elf he started paying attention to them, even as he served other patrons. Having already seen the High Elf in the most compromising way he was heavily invested in lecherously keeping an eye on her. He wanted to see who the rest of her party was and if they could be played with in the same manner he and the Orcs had played with Inetme’thul.

The figure sitting at the table with her was a Halfling with long dark black hair and thick, plump build. Her eyes were large and her face adorably cute in a way that made her look far younger then she obviously was. She seemed to be all enthusiastic giggles and warm smiles, presenting a bubbly personality that exuded good hearted innocence that could be felt even from across the room.

Yet the outfit she wore told a different story about the kind of person she was. Her plump figure was covered in tight leather clothing, well worn from travel through the wilds and daring adventures and seemingly padded to add a bit of armor to her body while allowing her total movement of her body. Yet the leather armor was form fitting, showing off the ample curves of the little woman’s thick ass and large breasts. The front of the leather was low cut and far too tight, causing those plump fat breasts to muffin-top out the top of the outfit.

A Cute and innocent demeanor and face yet dressed slutty with a sexually enticing thick build. The small woman definitely had the eye of the inn keeper and he assumed that as soon as Hob saw her she’d have his eye as well. Maaleas had always reveled in sex with members of other races but the small hob had always preferred fucking his own (although it didn’t stop him from sleeping with a member of another race if it had been a while or she was hot enough).

Staring at her, admiring the sight of her plump cleavage, he notices a glinting metal pin attached to her chest, just next to the curve of her breasts. It was golden and shaped like two misshapen circles with smaller circles inside and on the bottom with a drop of something dripping from one of these smaller circles. He recognizes the symbol at once: it is the sign of the goddess Ynara: two bare breasts, one nipple leaking milk.

His heart begins to race in excitement. Like many in Alaria Maaleas is a man who worships many gods and goddesses. But to wear the symbol of a god so prominently? That meant you worshiped that one god exclusively. And worshipers of Ynara were a lot of fun, especially for men like him that were so fond of breasts and all the sexual things one could do with them.

He realizes that it is no mistake that this Halfling is walking around with her breasts so prominently displayed. The main way one worships Ynara is through mammary intercourse. Looking closer at her outfit he realizes that by just unhooking a few clasps on the front of the leather top this little woman’s large breasts could be fully exposed, allowing her to worship her goddess in the “proper” way without even having to disrobe.

As he ogles her he notices something else that clashes with her cute and innocent demeanor. Hanging from her hips are two large knives, although wielded by her small hands they would probably function more like short swords. He recognizes the shapes of the blades. Curved with a deadly, pointed tip. Good for being duel wielded and used to deflect the blows of incoming strikes from larger bladed weapons and even better for slitting throats.

Maaleas has to continue serving the crowd filling his inn but all the while he watches the new arrival out of the corner of his eye. He even manages to catch snippets of the conversation between her and the High Elf. He quickly discovers the Halfling’s name is Elani.

At one point the two women are sharing memories of their last adventure. He overhears Inetme’thul talking about how worried she was that they would be unable to defeat the huge monstrosity they were facing at the end of their quest. He can tell by the expression on the High Elf’s face that the situation had been most dire.

Yet Elani only laughs at the memory, excitedly getting up on her knees so that she could loom higher over the table. She grabs one of Inetme’thul’s books, an action that causes the haughty woman to frown in disapproval, then stands the book up on its side. At the same time she gathers up her own mug of ale and the High Elf’s goblet of wine along with a husk of bread and a fork and knife and places all of the tiems before the book.

“You were all here, before the beast, doing your best to slay it,” she says with an excited giggle while tossing the hunk of bread at the book. “But its hide was too thick and all your spells and arrows just bounced off!” She then grabbed the smallest thing before the book, a spoon, and started to move it around and to behind the book. “But I was so little it didn’t notice me. And I was able to climb up its back like this,” she says, moving the spoon up the spine of the book and then placing it on the top.

“And then I took my knives and climbed down its neck and found a weak spot between the scales and I CUT IT OPEN!” She says the last part with bellowing joy, slapping open the book and practically hopping up onto the table as she starts pulsing her fingers in and out above the open pages. “And its blood gushed and sprayed all over, like a great geyser! And you were all covered in it while the beast slumped to the floor, dead, allowing me to roll around in the growing puddle of its life essence as I squealed in delight!!!”

She was being very loud and some of the closer patrons were now giving her strained looks. Inetme’thul, for her part, looked embarrassed by both her friend’s actions in the inn and the memory of the events.

Giggling madly Elani looked over at Inetme’thul with a grin spreads across her plump, almost childlike face. “Do you remember how much blood there was?”

“Yes,” the woman replies in a cool, unamused voice. “I also remember how it stained my clothing and nearly ruined the books I was carrying on me. We were lucky Radley had a spell that was able to remove all the stains.” As she spoke she glared at the Halfling sitting across from her, making clear that even though the stains had been removed she still blamed her for it.

Elani simply laughs and literally waves away the glare from the tall, elegant woman staring at her. “Ah, you’re always complaining and worrying! You need to learn to live a little. To have fun. To let the light of her holiness enter you!”

“No thank you,” she replies in a terse voice. “I have my own god that I worship.”

“But I KNOW my goddess would welcome you into the fold with open arms and shower you with blessings,” she says with a smirk, staring at Inetme’thul’s large breasts. To make her point she picks up a fork and leans over the table, poking the High Elf in the tit. “Each of these are nearly the size of my torso! Ynara WANTS your faith even if you won’t admit it.”

The High Elf slaps her hand and the fork away as her pretty lips rise in a disgusted snarl. “No. I’ve told you this before, I find the way you Ynara worshipers pray disgusting. I find everything about your goddess perverse and below me!”

Elani pushes her chair back and leaps up to her feet, placing her hands on her wide hips and giving the High Elf an outraged look. The look is one that was meant to stun and shock her compatriot but its effect is lessened by the fact that while standing the short Halfling’s face barely reaches above the tall table. As she begins to talk she has to stand on her tippy-toes to make sure her friend can see her clearly.

“Such disrespect for my goddess!” she declares, but it is clear from the tone of her voice that she’s not actually offended. She then raises an eyebrow as a mischievous smile spreads across her face. “Perhaps I need to show you how glorious worshiping Ynara is!”

Inetme’thul rolls her eyes. “By all the gods above BUT that one, please don’t! Not here in public like you did the last time. At least take whoever you convince you worship your perverted god with you back to your room.”

“Sorry,” Elani says as she turns and skips happily away from the table, looking back to add “haven’t rented a room yet!”

She then dashes to the nearest empty table and climbs up onto it, standing tall and raising her arms as she cries out for everyone in the room to look her way. “Please, my good travelers and citizens of Grayfair, can I have your attention!” The volume of conversation in the room dies down as most turn to look at the busty Halfling shouting at them all. She then proudly thrusts her prominent chest out, holding the symbol of Ynara for all to see. “I need to worship my goddess, the mighty Ynara. Is there a man here who knows how to do this and is willing to join me in worship? Right here perhaps, where all can see in the center of the famous Crossroads Inn?”

Excited and scandalized mutters break out all around her while Inetme’thul places her head into her hands and hides from the spectacle, groaning in annoyance and embarrassment.

One of the travelers who has stopped in the inn for lunch gets up and comes forward. He is an attractive, although somewhat plain looking, Human. “Aye,” he says with an eager smile. “I’ve worshiped Ynara many a time with the devotees of her faith! I know how, I even know the words to her prayer!”

“Very good,” Elani says, rubbing her plump little hands together eagerly. “I suppose if we are going to do this I need to get myself prepared.” She looks around the room, smirking at the number of patrons who seem to know what to expect next. She reaches up, standing as tall as she can and pressing her chest out then undoing the top few hooks on her leather outfit. The article of clothing pops open, her impressively sized breasts, huge for her small body, seeming to expand out and become even larger now that they are no longer constrained by the tight garment.

She opens her top, letting her plump, heavy, wide breasts fall into view for all to see. Many in the room erupt into cheers, clapping and whistling in approval. A few are clearly scandalized, one or two even angrily getting up and moving to leave the Inn. Elani seems totally unbothered by this and shows not a hint of shame as she exposes her fat, plump tits to the room.

With a half skip she moves to the edge of the table she is standing on and leans over so her big tits hang down into the Human volunteer’s face. “Do you like what you see?” she asks, gabbing them and lifting them towards his face to bury his face in them.

He moans in pleasure, pressing into their softness and moves his face from side to side then pulls away so he can answer her. “Very much,” he says eagerly. He then glances down at his pants and points to the visible bulge there. “So much so that I think I’m already ready to worship your goddess, fair Halfling.”

Elani giggles then jumps off the table, her large heavy breasts bouncing prettily as she lands on the floor. There is another eruption of applause and cheers at this. She smiles at the people in the room, reaching towards the man before her and beginning to open his pants. Soon she has them open and has reached in and pulled out the man’s hard cock. “Mmmmm,” she says, looking at it and licking her lips. “I love Human cock. So big and thick compared to puny little Halfling dicks. But not TOO big like so many other races!”

The two figures are standing facing one another but their height difference leaves the Halfling’s exposed breasts perfectly even with the man’s hard cock. She looks up at him, grabbing her breasts and lifting them slightly as if presenting him with a present. “Shall we begin?”

“With pleasure,” the man says, spitting into one of his hands then rubbing the moisture onto his cock with a few quick jerks. A moment later he steps closer to the Halfling, grabbing the plump breasts from her hands and wrapping them around his hard shaft. Almost immediately he starts humping her chest, groaning in pleasure as he does so.

While he does this Elani leans forward, opening her mouth wide and making it so the head of his cock pops into her mouth slightly every time he thrusts up through her bust. She starts sucking and slurping on the tip when it pops out, making the man moan.

She then stops, turning to Inetme’thul who is sitting at her table obviously trying to pretend she is alone in the room and that the indecent action happen mere feet away from her doesn’t exist. “See, you’d be good for this!” the little Halfling says with a wink.

Inetme’thul opens one of her books and begins reading it, ignoring the handful of jeers from the crowd saying they agree. Without looking up she speaks to Elani in a flat, annoyed voice. “Perhaps, I’m rather good at most things. But I don’t hear any prayers. Without that he’s just fucking your tits.”

“Oh, right!” Elani looks up at the man. “Shall we begin?”

In unison they both began to chant the prayer to Ynara, the man still holding her plump tits and humping her chest as he does. “Praise be to Ynara,” they both say at the same time, “goddess of the fat tits and bringer of all mammary pleasure. May she bless this coupling, may it please her and our faith manifest in our sexual pleasure flow into her divine being. May this please her, and allow our worship to continue…”

Both of their voices trail off as the prayer ends. For just a moment a glimmer that almost seems to be an unearthly glow shines in both their eyes, red and sparkling yet gone in an instant. A moment later Elani, who seems to have been having fun but not particularly receiving any pleasure form the sexual act, gasps and starts to moan. She pushes the man’s hands away and grabs hold of her own breasts, pressing them in more tightly around his cock. He starts to fuck her tits faster, grunting now.

“Can you feel it,” Elani asks, her chubby cheeks flushing red. “The Goddess’ blessing? The pleasure she is bringing us?”

“Fuck yeah,” the man groans, humping her chest even faster. “Ynara be praised,” he gasps then looks down at the Halfling as if really seeing her for the first time. “And thank you, you kinky, adorable little slut. Your fat tits feel amazing.”

She smiles wide, an open mouth grin that shows off slightly buck teeth. “Awe schucks, thanks mister! Your cock feels real good in my tits now that Ynara’s blessing us upon us.”

REAL good,” he says, grunting in pleasure and starting to fuck her tits even harder. “There’s this heat that’s adding pleasure that normally isn’t there… I know you can feel it too.” He then leans over slightly, reaching down and wrapping one of his big hands around her small neck. He squeezes slightly, not enough to hurt but as a show of intimate dominance.

She looks up at him, biting her bottom lip with her big teeth and grinning up at him. Her large eyes open big and she purrs like a small animal. “Come on baby,” she says in a cute, sultry bedroom voice. “Pound my fat meat sacks till you cum. Spill your seed all over me and show Ynara how thankful you are for her blessing!”

For a moment he keeps hold of her neck, both of them staring intensely into each other’s eyes as he franticly fucks her tits. Then he groans throwing his head back and howling in pleasure as he starts to cum.

Elani leans back, pulling away from his grasp and keeping her tits pressed tight around his cock. The cockhead is sticking out of her cleavage and it spurts his cum up, sending it flying into the air and past her face. Her big, wide eyes watch the fluid arc through the air above her face and she smiles at it as it sails passed. “Bye, bye little cum spurt,” she says in a pleased squeaky voice.

There is a gasp from the watching crowd as the spurts of semen start to sparkle with red energy and then evaporate mid air.

The two figures pull apart, the man breathing heavily and tucking his cock back into his pants and the Halfling glowing and practically bouncing with new energy. She waves at the air where the cum disappeared and says, “See! The Goddess has seen our prayer and accepted it!” She turns to the man and bows, “thank you kind ser,” she says, her large breasts dangling down as she leans over.

She then stands and starts to tuck them back into her leather top, buttoning it back up as she returns to the table where Inetme’thul sits.

The High Elf appears to be reading her book but her face is flush red and she wears an angry, annoyed look on her face. There is also the fact that anyone watching her would have noticed that she hadn’t turned a single page since her friend began her public spectacle, revealing that she hadn’t really been reading.

“Was it REALLY necessary that you did that here in front of all these people?” she asks angrily.

Elani cocks her head to the side and gives her friend a confused look as she hops up onto the chair across from her. “Necessary? What is this strange word you use that I have never heard spoken in the common tongue. I know ‘fun’ and ‘enjoyable’ and even the phrase, ‘Because I damn well wanted to,’ but I don’t think I know about things being done because they are ‘necessary’.”

Inetme’thul rolls her eyes in annoyance. “Fine. Have it your way.”

The Halfling smiles. “I always do!”

“I really don’t know why the party doesn’t just make you the leader,” the High Elf says in response. “You never listen to me and you get us all into so much trouble.”

Elani shrugs. “I don’t know either. I guess because they know I wouldn’t take the job. I don’t want all that responsibility.” She gives the High Elf an infuriatingly innocent smile then giggles maniacally. “Only a sucker like you takes on that kind of work!” Once she is done laughing she looks around the tavern then back to her friend. “Where is everyone else, anyways?”

“Not here yet,” the High Elf says. “Might take them all a few days to join us. Till then we’ll just need to relax here, although that’s going to be a lot harder now that you’ve made such a fool of yourself, you little pervert.”

“Fool?” Elani says, confused and surprised. “I didn’t make a fool of myself! If anything I made friends! What about you? You made any friends yet or, as always, has that stick up your butt ensured everyone stays away?”

“No, no friends,” Inetme’thul says, “but the inn keeper seems like a nice and trustworthy fellow.”

Not far away Maaleas overhears this and smirks. If she trusts him he’ll be able to get away with even more than he already has. What’s more he’s certain the pervy little Halfling will either be as easily fooled as her friend or, better yet, enlisted in pulling so devious and perverted stunt. Smiling, he realizes he’s going to enjoy their party’s stay at his inn.


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