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  "I don't think so," said Octavia.

  "Such natural - and ample - beauty should not go to waste," said the man slyly. "We'll divide what they throw up on the stage, sixty-forty. Sixty for me since it is my stage."

  "Sorry. I'm not interested."

  "C'mon," wheedled the man. "With your body, you could clear a hundred, maybe two hundred pieces of gold a night."

  "The lady said no," growled Per, showing off his large incisors.

  The man blanched and backed off, holding up his hands. "Not a problem. Just saw a chance for a lucrative business deal. Be back with your drinks in a minute."

  "I say, what are those women doing?" asked Karlto, jerking a thumb at the women who were jacking off the man on the table.

  "Drinking contest," said the man with a sneer. "He's gonna blow sooner or later. The woman who makes him cum has to buy the next two rounds for the others and she has to lick the man clean. Of course, she gets to pick the next male for the table. Sometimes, it gets real interesting."

  "Sounds like a good deal for the man," stated Karlto.

  "Maybe, but he just made the woman lose a contest. She may not appreciate that fact."

  The man left to go get their drinks from the bartender. A redheaded barmaid, whose halter-top barely held in her tits, brought their drinks to them. Shouts from the table with the women made Per turn his head. One of the women in an elegant dress was holding the spurting cock of the man. With a look of resignation, she signaled for the bartender to serve rounds around the table as the other women teased her about losing. The woman sighed and leaned over to lick up the shiny cum off the man's cock and stomach. When she was finished, she polished off her drink with one swig to the congratulations of the other women. Looking around, she nodded at one of the spectators to their sport. The man quickly stripped and got on the table.

  Per turned back to his table in time to see Alana dip her pinkie in her wine and take a small taste. She then casually gripped Octavia's hand, which was bringing her drink up to her mouth, and forced it back down. Octavia looked at her in surprise and Alana shook her head no. Octavia stared at Alana for a second or two and then got the hint. She shoved her drink away from her and left it in the middle of the table. Per, Alana and Karlto all did the same.

  "Well, now? How are things here?" asked the man coming forward.

  "The drinks look a little funny and have a strange odor," said Per.

  "I'm sure it's just that you are not used to our local vintage," said the man with a smile. "Drink up. If you don't like it, it's on the house."

  Warning bells were going off in Per's head. "How about if you drink them," said Per.

  "Sorry, it's against my rules to drink with customers," said the man, flatly.

  "Then I guess we'll just be going," said Per, standing up.

  "You saying my drinks are spiked?" asked the man angrily.

  The room was now silent, all eyes on Per and the man. Per caught sight of a hobgoblin sneaking up behind Karlto. He immediately spun around and lashed out with a fist. His knuckles crunched the nose of the other hobgoblin who was standing behind him with a raised blackjack. The hobgoblin grunted and staggered backwards to crash into another table of drinkers. The whole room exploded into bedlam.

  Bottles, chairs, mugs, and anything else not tied down went flying through the air. Everyone was swing or kicking at someone else. The barmaids shrieked and screamed as they ran for cover. Only one of them made it to the back door with her clothes intact.

  Per was in a swirling melee with people jostling and punching all around him. He had gotten separated from the table and Per looked around for his companions. That earned him a punch on the jaw from an inebriated man. Per glared at his assailant and hit him with his fist. The man spun around, staggered two steps and then crashed to the floor. Per snorted in satisfaction as he backhanded another man who was coming at him.

  Looking around again, he saw Octavia and Alana against a wall with the six women from the other table. They had formed a semi-circle and were defending each other. From the three unconscious bodies at their feet, it seemed that they were holding their own. Per turned back just in time to dodge a punch from the man who had waited on them.

  "You'll pay for this!" hissed the man as he squared off against Per. In response, Per spat at his feet.

  The man swung at Per clumsily. Per easily dodged the punch and allowed himself a moment of contempt at the man's fighting ability until he caught a kick in his ribs followed by a punch to his jaw. Per scrambled back, avoiding a roundhouse kick to his head as he shook off the shock of the attack.

  "Still standing?" sneered the man. "You might be better than I supposed."

  The man launched into a series of attacks that Per was hard pressed to defend himself against. Most of the kicks and punches were blocked, but not all of them. Per was gasping in pain as the man's feet and hands hit him again and again.

  "Well, now? I guess it's time to end this," said the man and he drew back a fist for a straight punch.

  As the man's fist flew forward, Per gathered up his strength and threw a punch of his own. Their hands met with a loud crack. Per felt the pain lance up his arm and his hand felt like it had been broken. The man screamed loudly and gripped his hand to his chest. Per could see a fragment of bone protruding from the back of the man's hand. He grasped the front of the man's tunic with his other hand and pulled him close. Silence had once again fallen on the room.

  "Did you do something to our drinks?" Per snarled at the man. "Well?"

  "Yeah! Yeah! Let me go. Oh Gods, it hurts."

  "That's all I have to hear," said a new voice.

  Per let go of the man and turned towards the door. Standing there was an officer of the town guard with ten men at his back. He coolly surveyed the carnage then slowly walked down to the center of the room, casually taking off his gauntlets.

  "Do you want to press charges?" the officer asked Per.

  "No," said Per hesitantly, unsure of where this was going.

  "Probably for the best. Anyone with you?"

  "The two women over there and...?" Per looked around until he saw Karlto standing to one side with a split lip. "That man over there."

  "Good," said the officer. He then raised his voice. "Everyone has ten seconds to clear out of here, except for the employees. Ten... Nine... Eight..."

  Per and his friends wasted no time, and ran for the door with all the other patrons. They crunched their way through the door and headed back to the Elf. Halfway there, they all burst out laughing at the exhilaration and pent up emotion. Things were quieting down at the inn when they arrived and they went up to their rooms.

  Per had just stripped down for bed when he heard a knock at his door. Hastily putting on a robe to cover his naked body, he opened the door and was surprised to see Alana there, also dressed in a robe. Per opened the door wider and Alana walked into his room.

  "Per, I... I wanted to thank you for saving me from that beholder," she said.

  "You would have done the same for me," said Per as he closed the door.

  "No, I wouldn't have," said Alana. "If you had been struck by that red beam, I would have run off. I was almost ready to flee when it struck me."

  "But you didn't," argued Per. "As I remember, you were getting ready to throw another knife at it when that light hit you. You distracted it enough for me to kill it, at a great risk to yourself."

  "Anyway, thanks," said Alana. "I've been thinking that since you helped me overcome the beholder's magic that I should return the favor."

  "What do you mean?" he asked.

  "You know," Alana said, bashfully. "…how you helped get me off."

  "I think you've slipped a wheel, Alana," said Per with a laugh. "Look at the difference in size between us."

  "Gods, I'm not talking about putting you inside me," she said, pulling a flask out of one of her pockets. She then took off her robe, revealing her small, but perfectly shaped body underneath. "I'm going to do it the way yo
u did to me, with my hands. Now, lie down."

  "Alana, you don't..."

  "Shh!" She interrupted. "Get out of that robe and lie down."

  Per shook his head at her determination and looked at Alana. She just looked back at him with her arms crossed under her tiny breasts. With a shrug, Per slipped off his robe to be met with a gasp from Alana.

  His cock was normally seven inches long soft. However, with Alana standing naked in front of him, it had already grown to nine inches. Semi-flaccid, it was bigger than almost all hard human cock and it was certainly bigger than any halfling. Per laid down as Alana approached him on the bed.

  "It's huge!" she gasped, staring at his cock in fascination. Under her intense stare, it hardened up another inch longer.

  "You don't have to do this," said Per.

  "Oh, hush," poohed Alana, plunking her cute little round ass down on his leg. "I want to and I'm sure no other girl in the village has handled a cock this size. At least not a cock that has more than animal intelligence behind it."

  "Alana!"

  She laughed and reached for the flask, pouring oil onto her hands and then Per's cock. She straddled his leg and began stroking his cock with both hands. It soon grew to its full twelve-inch length. Alana could barely encircle it with both hands.

  "Alana, if you continue, I'm going to have to cum twice," said Per.

  "Why twice?" asked Alana as her slick hands slid up and down the entire length of his prick.

  "After I climax the first time, I burn up with lust until I climax again," he gasped as Alana fondled his balls gently with one hand. "I'm barely in control until I do cum a second time."

  "I can handle it," she said with a smile.

  Per watched as Alana jerked off his cock. Her hands firmly grasped his cock as they slowly stroked up and down the shaft. Every now and then, she would use short, fast strokes on the head of his cock, increasing the tension in his balls, before going back to the long, slow strokes.

  He was soon breathing heavily and he felt Alana grind her pussy down on his leg. As she stroked his cock, she rocked backed and forth on his leg and Per felt her hot, wet pussy slide along his leg. Alana was panting as she increased the speed she was stroking his prick.

  The tension continued to build in Per's balls. He gasped for air and knew he was going to climax soon. Alana must have felt it too because she moved her hands up and pumped quickly on the sensitive head of his cock. The sensation shot down his shaft into his balls and he exploded. Per's cock lurched and spurted out a large wad of hot, sticky sperm. Alana smiled and went back to stroking his shaft as cock continued to spew forth its jizz. Most of his sperm landed on his abdomen and legs, but some landed on Alana's hair, arms and hands. The burn began as Per's spurts died off.

  "You're harder now than you were before," exclaimed Alana.

  Per only grunted as Alana began rubbing up and down his cock in hard, fast strokes. He could feel his lust rise and knew her hand job was not going to be enough. Per sat up and swung his legs around, dumping Alana onto the bed. She stared at him, wide-eyed in fright, as he grasped her ankles and held her legs straight up and apart.

  He slapped his cock down between her legs. Its length went from her crotch all the way up to the top of her breasts. Per grasped the flask and poured oil all over his cock and Alana. He then scissored her legs closed over his cock and fucked the oily crevice.

  Alana pressed her hands on the top of his cock holding it tightly against her body as it slid back and forth. Per felt the added pressure and the tension increased in his balls, which slapped against Alana's round ass. He also felt her legs tighten around his shaft as it thrust between her slick thighs.

  "Oh! Oh! Oh!" gasped Alana, trembling. "Your... your... your cock... is riding... right over my clit! I'm gonna... I'm gonna...cum!"

  Alana shivered and spasmed as she orgasmed. She wrapped her arms around Per's cock and her legs squeezed tighter than before. Per fucked faster as the tension built in his balls. His lust was increasing and a red haze was settling over his eyes.

  The tightness in his balls grew and grew. Per thrust one final time and climaxed. The burning lust poured down his prick and rushed out with the first spurt of cum. The white stream hit Alana below the chin, splattering on her throat and oozing down her neck. Per pulled back and his second and third spurt of sticky white goo sprayed all over Alana's body.

  Per sat down heavily as his climax receded. Alana sat up and looked down at her oil and sperm covered body. "For a second there, I was afraid you were going to stick that monster in me," she said.

  "I did give it some serious consideration," said Per. "I did warn you."

  Alana smiled and touched his cheek. "I need a bath. Desperately." She smiled and used a towel to wipe most of the excess off her before putting on her robe. She headed to the door and then looked back with a wide smile.

  "That was nice, Per. We may have to try it again, if I can get up my courage for it."

  Chapter 9: Amongst The Burgassi

  They headed south towards a distant mountain range, making slow going through the foothills as none of them could afford a horse. The forestland had given way to vast plains dotted with copses of woods.

  “We have about three to four months of good weather left to explore around,” Per said to Octavia. “Do you know anything about this area?”

  “No, I don’t,” she answered. “Neither does Karlto. I take it that you two have not been down this way before?”

  “I haven’t and I don’t think Alana has,” said Per. He then laughed. “You know, I thought adventuring would be full of excitement and danger. Now, I find it’s just plodding along from one place to another.”

  Alana held up her hand to stop them just as everyone heard crashing sounds in the brush and woods to their right. Before anyone could move, two women burst through the brush, and stopped dead in their tracks facing Per and his friends. Both women were about eighteen years old and dressed in buckskin shirts and skirts. They had tawny skin and long back hair. One had her hair done up into two braids, while the other’s hair was flowing free.

  The two groups stared at each other in surprise. In the silence, the baying of hounds could be heard approaching. One girl grabbed the hand of the other and they ran over to a nearby tree. Climbing swiftly, they hid in the upper foliage. No sooner had the two girls disappeared than four men with two large dogs on leashes came out of the brush.

  “Who the Shades are you?” snarled the leader, obviously irritated to find Per and the others there.

  “Travelers,” answered Per, holding his crossbow nonchalantly, but in such a way as to cover both the men and the dogs. “And yourself?”

  “I’ll be asking the questions,” growled the leader. “Where did the girls go?”

  “Haven’t seen any girls,” said Per.

  “Look around,” said the leader over his shoulder to the dog handler.

  The handler began circling around as the other three faced Per’s group. All the men wore ringmail and carried long swords. The dogs were large wardogs and were soon baying around the tree where the two women were hiding.

  “I think we have some interesting birds in this tree,” said the dog handler.

  “You’ve got poor eyesight,” sneered the leader at Per. He had been looking over Alana and Octavia appreciatively, and Per knew he was going to try something. “Well, no harm done.”

  The leader pretended to turn around, but then charged straight at Per, his sword raised to strike him down. Per’s crossbow bolt thunked solidly into the leader’s chest. The man’s charge faltered as he stared down at the couple of inches of bolt left protruding out of his chest. He then collapsed to the ground.

  Per dropped his crossbow and yanked out his sword just in time to stab the first dog to reach him. The handler had released both dogs and was pulling out his own sword. The second dog slammed into Per, causing both of them to fall over. He dropped his sword to clench the dog’s throat and keep it’s teeth from bi
ting him.

  The dog’s hot, fetid breath blew on Per’s face as he squeezed the dog’s throat. Its attack diminished and it started to whine as he tightened his grip. The dog thrashed and tried to get away as Per held on, squeezing and squeezing until the dog died. Pushing the carcass aside, he rose to his feet only to see that his friends had finished off the other men.

  “Are you okay, Per?” asked Octavia.

  “I’m fine. How is everyone else?”

  “Not bad. Karlto got a scratch on the arm. The two girls jumped down on the last man from above and slit his throat as he was on the ground.”

  Per went over to where the two girls were watching him warily. “Are you two alright?” His question was met by blank stares. “Are you hurt? Do you live around here?”

  The two women continued to stare at him. Per tried other languages, but still received no response.

  “Say, old boy, let me try,” said Karlto, who tried other languages with exactly the same results.

  “Any ideas, Alana?” Per asked her. “We’ve got to get these two home safely. Who knows how many groups like these guys are out there looking for these girls.”

  “This was the only one,” said the girl with the braids. “They were trying to capture us to sell us as slaves.”

  “Why didn’t you speak before?” asked Per.

  “We were unsure of your intentions,” stated the other girl. “I’m Morning Mist and this is Golden Sunlight. Come, our camp is half-a-day from here.”

  “We’d be honored,” said Per, but then stopped as the two women bent down and started to strip the dead men’s clothing. “What are you doing?”

  Morning Mist looked up at him, baffled by the question. “Taking their possessions,” she stated. “It is too valuable just to leave here in the dirt.”

  They stripped the bodies and loaded the equipment onto the mules. Morning Mist and Golden Sunlight led them westward.

  “Who were those men?” Karlto asked Golden Sunlight.

  “Slavers,” she answered. “We were out fishing when we spotted them. Unfortunately, they were between us and our people, so we ran to try to get away.”