Proper Story - The Pearth Double Tap

"If you ever spent time with one, instead of just jerking off to them, you'd be disappointed," Shirik said. His words were accompanied by the wet sounds of his groin smacking against their companion's round behind as if for emphasis.

"You don't know that," Raesak said, looking up from the mouthy attention his balls were receiving, "you just hate elves because you're a bastard."

Located by Perth's docks, the brothel was damp, dark, and damp, not unlike the most popular parts of its employees. The woman sandwiched between them had seen better days--and younger years. Her blonde hair was shoddily cropped to fall short of her shoulders and her breasts swayed to Shirik's claps with minimal elasticity. But her bottom was still plump, her waist slim, and her price affordable between Raesak and his half-breed friend.

"How much for your ass again?" Shirik asked, grabbing handfuls of the woman's ass as he ploughed on.

"Ten coppur," she replied, although it wasn't clear whether the accent was a local one or the result of a stuffed mouth.

Shirik just shook his head, returning his attention to the task at hand. The whore kept rocking forward as he pushed into her, forced into Raesak's penis. She held it out in front of her mouth, wiping tears away with her wrist.

"Could you tell him to stop pinching?" She asked. The two men looked at each other and shrugged.

Shirik thrusted faster and harder, causing the woman to moan into the meat stuffing her mouth, adding vibration to the spit, lick, and suckle. Soon, the half-elf pulled out and jerked himself behind her, covering her ass with sticky come.

He stepped away and the whore crawled around in place, burying her face away from Raesak and showing him her holes. He got to work slowly, all the way in, then out until the head felt tight by the entrance.

Shirik picked up his clothes from where he had littered them and dressed awkwardly as the other two fucked.

"I'll wait outside."

"Okay."

The sex continued until mounting speed and force brought out moans from both of them. It was not clear to Raesak how she knew, but when he was near his limits, the woman drew away and got on her knees in front of him.

She tugged at his cock until come spurted generously, hanging in a string off her eyebrow and trailing under her chin into a sticky pool at the dimple of her collarbone.

Raesak walked towards his pile of clothes and started to dress.

"Not much fun your friend, is he?" Her voice had a hint of hoarseness, but in all likelihood it was not from the cold that was going around. She had found a cloth and wiped her face.

"He's okay. He's quite funny actually."

The woman lay back on her pillows, pulling up one knee and wiping the area between her thighs. She reached to her side table, uncorked a little red vial and sipped.

"Is that a healing potion? " Raesak asked.

"M-hm," the woman said, putting it back.

"Does it help--down there?"

"It does, specially if there some been in my ass. But I need it for my throat now. Stretched it out a bit, didn't you, and I have a girl lined up, well hung, wants my mouth ever time. Can't be getting face fucked with a sore throat, don't you know?"

Raesak considered this but decided against asking. He turned to leave.

"You come back to me, sometime, you hear?" The blonde woman called after him.

He stopped at the doorframe. "What's your name?"

The gave him a look that belonged to a girl more than a prostitute. "Miriam," she said.

"Maybe I will," Raesak said. "Take care of yourself."

In the hallway, Shirik has been talking to the brothel madame, who had taken their small stack of coins when they had been shown the goods and agreed to fuck between the two of them for the price of one.

"Good?" asked the half-elf

"Alright."

"Let's go."

Outside, the seedier part of Pearth greeted them with the smell of fish, the ring of a port-bell, and the shouts of deckhands unloading ship cargo.

A few of them were craning to admire a passing beauty, a red-haired girl wearing the heeled shoes and short skirts that had so recently made an impression on the laketown's locals.

One, however had eyes for Raesak. His hair was stiff on its curls, weather worn and wave beater, and his chest and arms stretched his shirt near its limits. Raesak looked lower and noticed that the tightness continued in his crotch which gave the impression of a pouch containing a courgette and a couple of tangerines.

When he looked up the sailor's gaze met his and the man winked.

Raesak turned to his friend and followed him away from the docks. He said, "I still think elves are hot."

But his cheeks felt inexplicably flushed with heat.

"Who knows," Shirik said. "With your bad luck you might get to find out."

He pointed to the vast lake that separated them from the mainland. There, mounting the waves gracefully, was the unicorn crested white sail of a ship.