The Dragon's Head Tavern and Inn, Vorland, 1437 ATC
It was an ordinary, quiet fall day at the Dragon's Head, and it had started to rain recently. The rain poured lightly outside while the clouds blocked out the blue skies above, but rays of sunlight broke through them. A very beautiful display. Meanwhile, Venser Karkaldwin cleaned his room of any clothes and junk lying about, both to take with him to his new villa, and preparing for the two ladies he planned to invite to the privacy of his room soon enough.
Brea Rowland had caught herself staring outside at the rain, the constant blur of movement entrancing in it's own right. It was peaceful; the tavern was empty and she could afford this moment's solace. Just a few more weeks and they'd get snow most likely.
Ruari the tanned Islandic elf opened the door to the tavern just enough to wiggle herself through and not get any wind or rain into the tavern. She pulled down her black cloak's hood and made her way to her usual spot at the bar. "Rather dreary day, huh." She said with a soft voice, trying not to scare anyone.
A sudden clap was heard from behind Brea. ''What a lovely day, right?'' He smiled and looked out the window. ''I mean, inbetween the rain and the sun breaking through the clouds occasionally." He sighed and turned around, calling his usual line, ''Welcome to the Dragon's Head Tavern and Inn!''
If Ruari's little greeting didn't startle her, Venser's outburst suddenly did. She grabbed a fistful of her green skirts and cringed, taking some calming breaths as Venser greeted the tavern and it's furniture. "Hello." She said flatly, eyebrows furrowed. Her demeanor changed when she saw there was a guest present, and she smoothed her skirts and plastered on a smile.
"Glad to be here, sir." Ro nodded towards Venser. "I seem to recall you talking about real vintage... Mind showing me?" She asked with a tilt of the head an a smirk.
''Sorry for scaring you Brea.'' Venser said backing up a bit. ''You were really in the mood, ya know?'' He turned around and clapped again, plastering a smile as well. ''Yes, I was talking about vintage drinks. And a rare one from home, Apple Street Brandy.'' Venser began to walk back to his room, motioning the two to follow. ''Come! Come!''
The sandy haired barmaid sighed and followed, heart still racing from the scare earlier. Brea made sure to wait for Ruari to walk first, not wanting to leave a guest trailing behind like a caboose.
Ruari stood and followed Venser to his room, swaying her hips as she walked. "It better be as good as you say it is." She gave a deep chuckle.
Venser's room was fairly big. A queen sized bed lay by the windows, and it was covered in turquoise silk sheets and he had about a dozen pillows all with furry gold throwovers. The royal colors of his homeland. Off to the left was a wardrobe with a few dresses hanging out, some spilt onto the floor. To the right of the bed was a desk with a bag of silver in it, a mirror, and some makeup. Right beside it was various papers and pieces of art. Above Venser's bed was a multicolored painting of a woman's vagina, and below that his signature double bladed sword, the Dual Personality. In front of the bed, was a wine rack, which held wine alike and a variety of other bottles of a design of which neither Brea and Ruari would have other seen, one of which contained a reddish brown liquid. Venser led them down the hall, to the sixth door on the right, and oepened it for them. ''Eh? What do ya think?''
"Holy shit..." The elf muttered, leaving her mouth gaping at the sight of such extravigence. What really drew her attention were the sheets, their blue-green hue reminding her of the more expensive things one would find back in the Alphonse Islands i and their soft look adding on to their appeal. "How did you afford it?"
Once she crossed the threshold into Venser's room, her whole demeanor changed from pouty to amazed. It was nothing like she had ever imagined for Venser, infact, she thought he'd have a surprisingly plain room. But the painting of a vagina on the wall proved just how wrong her theories were. Oh, and there was alcohol.
''The exchange rate where I got most of this is unbelievable.'' Venser moving into the room with them, crossing the room to grab a tray of glasses. ''Why don't you two make yourselves comfortable on the bed?'' He said moving the tray onto the desk, moving over to the wine rack. ''In one country, one an ounce of gold is about... Four hundred coin? That's if it's pure. There's been a shortage of purity. And here at the tavern, we get paid occasionally in pure gold.''
''Not to mention gems and pure silver, which fetch a pretty price too...''
Brea nodded, walking around to the wine rack and glancing at all of the bottles in scripts she couldn't read. Each of them was like a different masterpiece in the way the bottles looked and the way they were crafted. It was interesting, so she knelt by the rack to continue.
"Pure gold? now that is unbelieveable. Back home I got paid in clan favor and powdered herbs. And the occasional silver, if I did a job for a foreigner." She removed her cloak, wrapping is around her arms as she sat down on the bed. She fell back and nearly drowned herself in the sheets she could probably never have afforded on her homeland. "We had to get the majority of our goods from the surrounding isles -and sometimes the mainland, but we don't really trust mainlanders- And then when we got the goods they were overpriced. To the clan, at least. The foreigners had enough gold or silver to purchase them." She began to go on a tangent about how corrupt her homeland was, not seeming like she would stop anytime soon.
After glancing over the majority of the bottles, Brea took a seat on the edge of the bed, looking over her shoulder at the now cocooned Ruari. She chuckled. "Someone looks comfortable."
"Very." Ro turned to shove her face into the sheets.
''Where I'm from coins are part gold, and then they mix them with other metals.'' Venser said choosing the bottle full of burgendy brown liquid. Pouring them each a glass, he glanced over and said, ''Why wouldn't she? It's the best silk money can buy.'' He set the tray down on the bed and sat Indian style, picking up one of them. ''Apple Street Brandy. Nicely aged brandy with rare spices, and a drop of cannabis oil. Enjoy.'' He took a swig and smiled warmly.
Brea swirled it in the glass and looked at it carefully. Not wanting to be rude, she looked away and took a sip. "Oh my." She said, followed by a short cough and her cheeks turning a little pink
"Let me just die surrounded in these sheets first." The elf joked, lifting herself up from the cocoon she had made for herself. She took the drink and immediately swallowed the entire glassfull down, not realizing how stong it was. She only winced a little at the burn it left in her throat. "Pretty good, pretty good." She nodded, a flushed look of contentment taking over her features. "I still say that islandic vintage is better."
''Considering this came from the Isle of-'' He stopped himself, not sure where he was going with it. Venser shrugged and drank down his glass quickly. ''Lemme get you a refill.'' He poured them each another drink and said, ''Guess that's something we have in common. We both come from islands, originally. Though I do... I should start saying I'm from Timberline, a small town in Pryldahn right near the border of that and Vorland...''
The sandy haired barmaid now had two almost full drinks in her hands. "Ehrm, thank you." She said, sipping at her first one a little faster, the pink deepening as it burned the back of her throat.
"Oh, that's right, this is an islandic vintage... Well, I ment the alcohol I grew up with." Ruari corrected herself as she swiftly drank down that glass, too.
''Getting greedy?'' Venser asked jokingly downing another drink.
Several drinks later... The man in the crimson and light blue tunic swayed back and forth on the bed, abysmally deep philosophical debate on the subject of the connotations of love and beauty, the likes of which had not been known for centuries since the natural philosophers and thinkers from his homeland. Alas, our myopic, unsophisticated comprehension of linguistics and subtlety could only perceive these groundbreaking revelations as the following: ''Yer sexy.'' Venser slurred with a laugh, nuzzling his co-worker and flopping over next to Ruari. ''You too... Both of ya are sexy...''
Brea set the now empty tankards down on a nearby bookshelf, and kept herself seated upright although he leaned on her. Her face felt warm and flush, and she was very occupied playing with her apron. Brea didn't drink often, so she was working extra hard to not do anything that'd embarrass her.
Ruari swayed as she set her glass down on the floor. ''Pshhh... I hiiighly doubt you would after.... Eheh..." She gave a spinning gesture to her head as if she were trying to find the words to convey whatever was on her mind. She gave up once she forgot what she was trying to tell.
The beard poked Ruari's brown chest and sat back up pouring another glass. ''Ah fuck I feel wasted... Hic! Mhmmm...!'' He got on his knees in bed and wrapped his arms around Brea from behind, kissing her neck. ''I think... Hic! Yer the sexy one... And Rory is.... hic! The sexy one second! Hic!''
"And yet he pours." Brea joked, laughing with a short, high pitched hiccup. "Well, thank you, sir. I do appreciate it." She said, patting the top of his hand before trying to unravel it. She recognized that this was a place where she could potentially put her foot in her mouth, so she made sure to not say much, for fear of saying the wrong thing.
Ruari rolled her eyes, looking the two up and down with something akin to lust blossoming in her chest. Yeah, she was definitely starting to feel the effects of the alcohol.
''I might be able to... Hic! Trust ya with the secret of Pink Footed Booby...'' Venser said running his hands up and down Brea's body, hiccing a bit more. ''Should I- Hic! Tell you?'' He pulled the sandy haired barmaid into him, looking to Ruari while feeling her up. ''Yer- Hic! Missin' out... Hic!''
Ro gave a huff of laughter, crawling over the bed to place herself in Brea's lap. "Please do tell me..." She said with a purr in her voice, raising her head to look Venser in the eye.
This time when Brea blushed, blinking her bright hazel eyes, it certainly wasn't because of the alcohol. "Someone is quite touchy feely..." She said with a snicker, pulling her skirts close to her and helping her be sure she was covered. "And you really should..." she said, trailing off. "Probably would be good for b-buisiness."
The bearded man ignored the question and let out a seductive growl. Lowering one hand, it trailed down Brea's stomach and then rested on her thigh. ''It's something that makes ya warm...'' He said looking up, smirking at Ruari. ''Hic!''
Ro bit down on her lower lip, hep blush spreading and becoming more vivid. "I'll show you 'warm'." She reached up with one hand and dragged Venser into a kiss.
Brea Rowland giggled at the two of them. "Never would've seen that coming, honestly." She said, laughing again. "Whatever is in your country's alcohol has it's re-recipients feeling frisky. Hic." She was making light of the events surrounding her, and quite literally on top of her.
''Mhm...'' Venser moaned into the kiss, using his free hand to trail up Brea's stomach, fondling on of her breasts. He suckled on her lower lip before breaking the kiss, letting go of the sandy haired barmaid and scooting over a bit, undoing his tunic and throwing it off in a random direction, revealing his muscular barreled chest. ''Oh I'll show you and her warm...''
Ro pulled back with a smirk, turning her attention to Brea. "Oh, sweetheart... the alcohol isn't making me do this..." She mummered before turning her head just enough to place an open-mouth kiss on her neck, suckling at the spot.
“Oh…Oh dear…” She said breathily. Brea raised her arm to move Venser’s hand away, but before she could, she was distracted by Ruari’s kiss on her neck. She could feel her lower back arch ever so slightly as the softest gasp escaped from her lips. The pink on her cheeks crossed the border into red.
The bearded barkeep then hopped off the bed and slid his pants down, leaving him in a leather thong as he moved behind Ruari, giving her rear a nice, hard smack. Then placed both hands on her hips and thrusted into her rear. ''Yeah... This is going to be nice...'' He said leaning forward to kiss the tanned elf girl on the neck. ''Why don't we get out of these clothes...'' He whispered softly into her ear, nibbling on her lobe a bit.
Ro gave a gasp when he thrusted, her thighs begining to shiver with excitement. But these clothes f-feel so nice..." she whined, moving her arms to wrap around Brea's neck. She nuzzled her face in between the brests in front of her with a smile as she arched her back, giving Venser a better look at her round, covered ass.
Brea smirked and looked down at Ruari, her fingertips lightly tracing the curvature of her spine. “I wonder how long you’ve waited to do that.” She teased, moving her chest slightly as if to shake her around a bit. Once her fingertips had reached the base of her spine, she gave Ruari’s behind a quick pinch with a giggle.
''Well clothes are a- Hic! Prison...'' Venser said hiking up Ruari's dress so that her rear was uncovered. He slowly pulled his thong down, allowing his hardened member to spring free. He slapped it against the fabric covering her rear and said,''Anticipation always makes sex better.'' He then placed both hands on her panties, slowly pulling them down her legs.
Ruari swiftly brought her hand down on Venser's wrist before he could get too far. "Wait a minute..." She huffed, turning herself around so that her back was pressed against Brea's chest. "I would prefer that we don't get that friendly just yet." She gave a smirk as she beckoned Venser to come closer, keeping her hand locked around his wrist.
Now Brea felt like an uncomfortable piece of wet bread. All of this action was happening on top of her as if she were the mattress herself. “Ehrm, I think I’ll go grab something from upstairs. Excuse me.” She said, trying to wriggle out from underneath Ruari.
Venser gave the elf a quick, pelvic thrust. ''Oh c'mon... Hic! We're already getting friendly...'' He said moving to the side a bit, taking one of Brea's free hands, placing it on his shaft, rubbing it up and down slowly.
"Oh no, you don't." Ro purred, bringing her free hand under the skirt of her dress to rub at her opening through her panties.
Brea gasped as multiple hands felt around for ways to stop her from leaving. She was frozen, one hand grasping around at her skirts for Ruari’s hand, while the other was doing as it was told, or better yet, shown.
''Hic! Shy? Haven't... Fucking- Hic! How ya feel?'' Venser asked as he used Brea's hand to rub him off. ''Anticipation...''
Ruari chuckled softly as she flipped the skirts over her head to go down on her. Once she got her underclothes off she immediately began running her tongue up and down her opening, humming in delight.
The sandy haired barmaid's knees buckled, but she remained upright. The hand that was initially going to swat Ruari away was now lifting her own skirts to grant her easier access. Her moans were few and far between, but they were always quiet and breathy. Her other hand continued to please Venser, and she looked up at him briefly from behind her fringe. She thought about it for a few seconds, but enjoying the two, she gave into her lust, and theirs.
''Let's take it all off...''
Once it was clear what they all wanted, all three of them rushed into position in a quick blur. The bearded bartender suddenly found himself staring at two upturned rumps, an incredible sight from the two naked women in his bed. Ro's was firm, but still had a good bounce to it, while Brea's was not only big and had a bounce like Ro's, but looked softer. He watched with a sly smirk as he watched the redheaded elf and his sandy haired co-worker kiss each other with no end in stopping soon.
''Oh yes...''
Ro's legs shuffled impatiently, arching her back and spreading her legs open a little wider, to the point where her pussy began to spread open as well and show a tiny sliver of pink in the middle of her nice tanned body.
''Ven! Just hurry up and stick it in us!''
