King of the Crows

chapter 1

I should be content with how I'm living now, a small cottage in the sparser corner of Neverwinter. It's spacious and full of things that make me smile, I get the house of my dreams full of stray cats and I'm near the tavern where I work. Mainly as a stripper I must confess but it pays well and there's plenty of food and goods all around me. Neverwinter is one of the biggest communal spots for adventures to rest and stock up. It's under no direct dictator, although many guards are stationed inside, I believe from a king somewhere close in the west. See I should be happy, I was safe and full of apple pie but I didn't feel quite fulfilled now. Now I had finally settled down I had time to think and ponder about what more life had to offer.

The sun beat down against my thinly cloaked bosom as I rushed to Zesty's tavern, a light sweat breaking out against my deep red skin. I rushed in the door of the rickety old watering hole. The building was bigger on the inside, crammed between two large barns. I'd met the man that owned both on the first day I came upon Zesty's. He was an old gentleman. As rickety as the buildings that surrounded him. He kept livestock inside, mostly pigs and cows and occasionally some horses. The old man never spoke, though he was gentle with me. Him and Zesty, the owner of the bar, worked together occasionally. Zesty supplied him with fine alcohol and payment for beef and pork to feed the hungry customers in his tavern. They got along well enough with Zesty being a small pipy goblin with a largemouth. 

I made my way quickly to the back room behind the bar and shed my thin blouse revealing just a black lacey bra filled with my large breasts spilling out over the top. I accompanied it with a red and black pleated school skirt short enough to reveal a matching lacy thong. Hurridly I puckered my big lips in the mirror, straightened my brown plats behind my horns and walked my bare feet out towards the drunken band in the corner. I weaved through the many round tables filled with all types of customers, big and small but all loud and rowdy. I found the band near the back where a door was. I leaned in towards the largest of the men seated, clutching a banjo his head slumped in the dark. All I could see was his large thighs and his bare feet. They were hairy and dirty, long and slender and almost muscly like a werewolf. I leaned closer to him and tapped his shoulder softly, smelling oak and whisky coming off of him in waves. "Play something fast?" 

I made an innocent questioning face and folded my small hands in my skirt, biting my lip softly. The man grunted and sat up, bringing his face out into the light slightly. Like his feet, his face was hairy and scruffy. Dirty with black eys. I couldn't see anything but his long fangs and large lips through all the hair. He blinked and eyed me up. The wolfman grunted again, I think in approval and handled his banjo roughly. Turning to his three other bandmates, one which was a small, plump gnome with green leather armour and a large green pointy hat. Another was a tiefling like me but boney and tall, his clothing hanging off him like drapes. The last was too shadowed under the stairs for me to see, but I could see something shiny glinting in the candlelight on a table nearby. I could see the visible men nod and gape at me picking up their flutes and bongos. A loud upbeat tune began to play and I smiled gratefully at them. The gnome and tiefling both licked their lips at me in return.

Hurrying toward the bar where Zesty was serving drinks I clambered ontop, some men whistling at me. I stood proudly, my bust pushed out and began dancing. River dancing -esque to be exact. My feet looping and kicking, my body jumping and jiggling, my skirt lifting. Rubbing my hands around my body I looked out at the sea of all types of men staring back at me. Most I had in a trance, others were too drunk to notice anything other than the smell of arousal in the air. They clapped and raised their glasses. Zesty looked happy with the amount of money we were racking up from drinks and of course, my swaying hips. He kept pushing more alcohol out and in return men mindlessly piled gold coin after gold coin into his palms. The bar also doubled as a motel but I wasn't looking forward to scrubbing the vomit and grog off the wooden floors. I continued to shimmy my body seductively, licking my lips, eyeing each of the men. Though I was disgusted with most of the men who cheered and sneered at me behind large beer pints. One monster stood out to me. He was near the front of the bar and surprisingly was the only one who could stand on his feet steadily. He was huge. A green orc with larger than average muscles, pointy ears, and small tusks protruding from his mouth. Leather looking armour held his body snugly, flintlocks rested on his waist casually and big heavy boots planted firmly on the head of a poor humanoid. I stared at him obviously and winked. The orcs brown eyes twinkled with mischief as he smirked. The night came to an end with me dancing most of it away as I enjoyed, many unconscious men were hauled out by their drunken friends and as usual Zesty went upstairs to lick his fresh loot. Not before sliding me some and nodding.