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  Most of the time my friends there just had their way with me on one of the tables, or on the front porch. I'd end up sleeping on the floor, and then waking up with a stiff back. I wanted a bed for once. Rabb was drunk and horny enough to pay for it.

  He carried me over his shoulder up the stairs. Half the fun was the fear he'd prove too drunk and fall back down, taking me with him. Before I knew it, Rabb was throwing me on a bed and ripping at his own clothes.

  "Yeah, baby, yeah," I cried, stripping even faster than the human male.

  "Are all elfmaids as beautiful as you?" Rabb asked. He always asked me that. "You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen."

  "Really?" I said, a tingle riding up my spine. Yeah, I always fell for that line. "I'm just average back home."

  "Average gorgeous," he murmured and buried his face between my legs.

  "Oh, hello," I gasped, back bowing as he nuzzled, kiss, and nibbled on my nether lips. Rabb worked my hot, glistening folds over like a master. I felt my sex swell and blossom, aching so sweetly. His tongue plowed into me, lapping hungrily at my flowing honey. "Oh Rabb, yes."

  The gate guards got my body humming, and Rabb swooped in for the mercy stroke. Oh yes, that strong tongue stroked me just right. The sweetest sensations rippled through me, and when he finally sucked hard on my hard little bud down there. Glory.

  "Aaagggh! Yes," I cried, body erupting with pure pleasure. "Ooooh."

  Rabb didn't hesitate. It was his thing. He always brought me to climax, and that's when he mounted me properly. My sex got so tight during orgasm, so it felt divine when he thrust his big cock deep inside me.

  "Uggh! Uggh!" I grunted with each stroke. "Gods of Love and Glory!"

  Rabb pounded down into me. He was like a madman. He was my wild and hairy barbarian of love and delight. I clutched at his body, my legs wrapped tightly around him as the craziest sensations spiraled through me. Every thrust spread me so wide, making me gasp and cry out. As he became more and more frantic, my mind spun faster and faster.

  "My gods," I gasped, eyes huge. My body changed. I felt it rising, surging up into glory. Squeezing my vagina as hard as I could, I made Rabb cry out as my insides erupted with insane orgasmic pleasure. "Yes!" I felt his cock swell, and flood my love canal. "Yes! Give it all to me!"

  He continued to thrust into me, slower and slower, all the way through my orgasm. It was wonderful. It was the best I'd ever had, but then I thought that about every climax. "Oh, wow, Rabb. The gods be smiling."

  "Give me a moment, and I'll do it again," he said, grinning as we both huffed and puffed.

  "I have a better idea," I said, sitting up and throwing my legs over the side. "Let's go downstairs and get drunk. Then we'll do it twice."

  "Three times?"

  "Deal."

  ~ * ~ * ~

  I sat straight up and looked around.

  "Damn," I muttered, rubbing my brow. My head felt so thick. Then I noticed I was naked. And sticky. "Nasty." I looked around again, scowling. "I had a room, and still slept on the floor."

  Naked men were all around me, and two other naked women. At least this time I wasn't the only woman taking care of the men.

  "I have to go," I said, struggling to my feet. It took some effort, but I found my clothes scattered from one end of the common room to the other. After dressing, I found a few mugs with a little beer remaining, and drained them. Hair of the dog and all. "At least this time I'm getting out of here before noon."

  The sun was just starting to light the sky. The city gate was open by the time I reached it, so I didn't have to "pay the toll" again. Saved some time, but the guards kind of looked disappointed.

  "Better luck next time, dogs!" I said as I strode out.

  By the time I reached the spot the trade road entered the surrounding forest, I'd shaking away my drunken debauchery of the previous night. I felt pretty good as I left the road and crept into the thick forest. Soon I was running, stretching my muscles. The forest was an elf's natural habitat.

  I was grinning ear to ear, already planning out exactly what time I had to depart the Azure Mountains to ensure I had to overnight in Elfin Oak was my return trip.

  "Oh no," I cried, heart dropping into my stomach. As soon as I stepped into the clearing where I left my direhawk, I knew I was in trouble. Major trouble. The clearing was empty. "Fuck me to tears!"

  I ran over to where I left the bird. The rope I secured him to a tree with was gone. Not broken. Gone.

  "Some bastard stole my direhawk!"

  Like elfin oaks, it took an elf to grow a direhawk. In the human world they were priceless. The elves didn't sell very many. And since they were one and all infertile, the only other way for a human to get a direhawk was to steal it.

  The thief's footprints were all around where I left the bird. All I could find was just the one set of footprints, so it wasn’t a military patrol. He wore boots, and had large feet. So, a big man. I followed his footprints around, and he circled the clearing, weaving in and out of the wood line. Looking for me?

  "These prints are pretty fresh," I said, looking up and around.

  Finding the tallest tree, I centered myself. Looking up to the highest branch that would bear my weight, I willed myself up there. The magic flowed through me, both hot and cold. At my stage of learning, it wasn't a pleasant sensation. By the time I reached my full power, I understood it would feel almost too good.

  I lifted off the ground, rising slowly to the desired limb. Holding tight, I looked around and saw only clear blue sky. Lowering my gaze to the western horizon, I saw Elfin Oak. For a second I thought I saw the flapping of huge wings near their elfin oak. I blinked and look again, but saw nothing.

  Looking east, my face heated up. I had to walk home. Talk about a walk of shame. I would be humiliated. No one from the Emerald Forest had lost a direhawk in three centuries. They would discover my little adventures in the Human Kingdoms, since I wasn't in camp to defend my mount.

  "My life is over. I might as well get married and start popping out babies," I said, hanging my head. Then I had a thought. Elfin Oak was the closest town. Maybe someone there knows something. I glanced back towards the human town. There was that brief blur of wings, though probably my imagination. "It's worth a try."

  Anything was better than returning home on foot, and then explaining to the authorities and my mother why my direhawk was left unprotected. Yeah, that was going to be fun. I'd probably lose command of my direhawk squadron, too.

  So Elfin Oak here I come. I leapt off the limb, even as I caught myself in midair, and willed a slow descent. Yeah, my natural elfin magic was good, I just wished I wasn't a one trick pony.

  Chapter 3

  I never really spent any time in Elfin Oak during the day. I liked to come in at dusk, play all night with the bad boys and girls, and then leave as soon as I woke up. I felt a little lost as I wandered through the twisting streets in broad daylight.

  Everyone did double-takes. Despite being just a few days walk from the Emerald Forest, elves were not a common sight on the streets of Elfin Oaks. Since I didn't want any hassles, I pulled my hair back in a ponytail, displaying my pointed ears. Most common humans deferred to elves, thinking them all noble for some strange reason. I wasn't going to argue with them.

  "Vessa!" Rabb called.

  "Duvessa. Stop calling me 'Vessa,'" I said, shaking my head with a grin. It was so hard to be angry with him. "Don't make me hit you."

  He rushed up and lifted me in a big hug. Loved it when he did that, but I was a bit distracted.

  "Ha ha! You're funny," he said, finally setting me down. I guess he noticed my lack of joy. "I ain't never seen you here in daylight. I was starting thing you were a vampire or something."

  I didn't know what to tell him. Direhawks were worth more than he probably earned in a five years. I didn't need a bunch of humans out looking for my bird. At best they'd demand a "reward"' that I didn't have. I needed to find my stolen bird, steal it back, and con
tinue on as if nothing happened.

  "I'm expecting a friend to stop here and meet me," I said, looking up and around. "He'll be riding a direhawk. You haven't seen anyone coming in on one, have you?"

  "Actually, yes," he said, scratching at his beard. "Is your friend one of the Warlord's men?"

  My heart skipped a beat. I glanced north, towards Castle Krakken two days walk away. He was no friend of the Emerald Forest, and he already had three direhawks on which his men sometimes rode to scout out elfin army positions.

  Count Urik had royal ambitions.

  For the last five years, Urik made it known he would pay well for any direhawk. Even if the man with her bird wasn't one of Urik's men, then that would be the logical place to take a stolen direhawk. Urik would pay more than anyone else for one.

  "I was kind of hoping to keep that information quiet, if you know what I mean," I said, and he nodded. I looked around, making sure no one else was close enough to listen in, before lowering my voice. "Where is he right now?"

  "Gone," Rabb said. "He just stopped to feed and water the bird, and then flew away."

  All I could do was stare at him for a moment. It just got worse and worse. Looking north, I considered all I knew of Castle Krakken and its lord. There was a small village, but not nearly enough women to go around. His men had reputations for being rather wild, and very demanding of women.

  Could be interesting.

  "How long was he here?"

  "Hour."

  "Oh, that makes me so… Thank you," I said. It was so hard to maintain my deception while my head spun with the ramifications of my actions. What I planned to do scared me even more, but I was not going home without that direhawk. "One more question. Where can I buy a fast horse?"

  ~ * ~ * ~

  Castle Krakken sprawled atop a low peak, at the edge of a cliff. It 'guarded' two trade roads, collecting tolls and taxes. It was an ugly castle, a few months past the need for another whitewashing. I could see sunlight glinting off numerous helmets and spear points atop its ramparts. The gatehouse was guarded by twenty men-at-arms.

  One tall, especially massive tower held my attention. It looked like a giant stone birdhouse, with large round openings on the east and west sides. From my angle, I could see into the eastern entrances. Every one of them had a direhawk roosting within.

  How many direhawks does he have?

  My mother's generals would want to know that information. That tower would hold eight birds. Eight direhawks was twice as many as we thought he had.

  The village below the castle was larger than I expected, but still not that large. I suspected there were more soldiers and subjects living in Urik's castle than there were people in the village. It was a big castle.

  I dug my heels into the horse's side. She headed down the road, dipping into the valley. I'm afraid I rode her a little too hard, desperate to reach Castle Krakken before sundown. I rode horses all my life, but not anywhere close to what a human noble would spend in the saddle.

  Suffice to say, my ass was hurting. I was just as happy to see that village as the horse.

  The village had no walls. Really, it was barely a village, though it had a fifty or more structures. The four largest structures looked like inns, but turned out to be brothels. After finding the village's lone stables, I paid my fee and tended my mount.

  "Boy," I said to the stablehand. He was no child, but a grey-bearded man. Humans just always called stablehands "boy." I don't know why. "Where can I find a room for the night?"

  He bowed to me before answering. Common born humans did that a lot when dealing with nobles and elves. He pointed at the stall I'd just left my horse inside.

  "You paid for the stall, Lady Elf," he said.

  "No, a room."

  He frowned, gnawing on the inside of his cheek. "We ain't got no inns or such, Lady Elf. The brothels will rent you a room, if you don't mind what they're doing in the other rooms."

  "None of the taverns have rooms for rent?"

  "Ain't got no taverns here, just the four brothels," he said. "They sell good beer. Cheap too."

  "I bet it is," I said, and sighed. "Thank you."

  The stables was close to one of the brothels. The Sweet Maidens was three levels of human debauchery. Normally, I rather enjoyed a little wickedness, but I have bigger concerns at the moment. Yet, it was the closest structure to the castle. A good place to study it.

  "I have to get inside that castle, one way or another."

  Chapter 4

  The Sweet Maidens common room was dead. There were a good thirty girls, some actually kind of pretty, but no patrons. A few tried to engage me, but I didn't swing that way. Okay, with enough beer in me I would swing that way in a threesome. I didn't plan to drink that much.

  The owner, a tall, lanky half-orc named Orr, cast constant looks my way. I paid for a room, but I wasn't hiring a girl or drinking enough in his mind. I'm pretty sure he'd make me leave if there were any paying customers.

  "You ready for another beer, sweetie?" a pretty redhead said.

  "Sit. Let's talk," I said.

  "You hiring me?" she said, perking up. "You wanna go upstairs for some privacy? My name is Vikki."

  "Not yet," I said, and tossed a few coins on the table. About twice what she could expect a man to pay for her intimate services. "This is my first time here, and I have to admit I am flabbergasted."

  "Oh?"

  "Yes, I've noticed very few women in the village who don't work at one of the brothels," I said. "Yet, I've been sitting here almost an hour and only one man has come in to hire a girl."

  Vikki laughed. "Yes, it does look odd, doesn't it?" She sighed, glancing at the door and licked her lips. "Once a week the Warlord hires all of the girls in all four brothels to treat his soldiers to a drunken orgy. Everyone knows we'll all be leaving for the castle soon, so the men who would normally be here aren't bothering to come over."

  I couldn't breathe for a dozen heartbeats. And those were hard, painful heartbeats, too. My insides got hot and mushy, and warm wetness spread between my legs. I wanted to tell myself this was not the opportunity I was looking for to enter the castle. There had to be a better way. But then, who would suspect a hooker?

  "So, this is a tough night for the girls," I said, trying to keep the quiver out of my voice. Vikki's left brow rose slight, and her eyes dropped to my trembling hands. I picked up my mug to give my hands something to do. "I suspect you earn good coin, but is it worth it?"

  A knowing smile tugged at the corners of her full lips.

  "Very good money. I'll earn as much tonight as I do all week," Vikki said. "Count Urik pays us each a night's earnings, plus the men usually give us trinkets and more coin." She leaned over, lowering her voice. "You do have enough to pay for your room and board, right?"

  I frowned. "Orr made me pay in advance, so yes." I looked around nervously, rubbing my lips together. I lowered my voice. "I have a long way to go, and I'll have to pick up money along the way." My heart really started hammering. As wicked as I could be while playing in the Human Kingdoms, I'd never resorted to prostitution. "Do you think the Warlord would hire me, too?"

  Vikki laughed, leaning back in her chair. She crossed her legs and looked me over critically. "You're pretty enough. Hell, fix your hair and put some cosmetics on you, and you'll be gorgeous. Men like elves, too. Orr would hire you."

  "I don't want to work here, I just want to work for the Warlord where I can earn some really good money," I said.

  Vikki shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Count Urik doesn't hire individual girls. He pays the brothels, who then pay us. You want to play for pay in the castle tonight, then you'll have to work for Orr."

  "No other way?"

  "None." Vikki leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. She held my eyes, "Before he'll hire you, Orr will fuck you. Half-orc love fucking elves as much as full-blooded orcs."

  That gave me a chill. Orcs hated elves above all others.

  "Why do I suspect you'll enjoy him f
ucking me almost as much as Orr?"

  She smiled brightly, "You are very bright, my pretty. Shall I tell Orr you want to hire on?"

  I glanced at the door, then over at Orr. He was busy washing mugs behind the bar. Orr was one butt-ugly man. He looked more human than orc, but his strong jaw jutted a little too far out. His lower "fangs" barely showed above his lips. His eyes were fierce and dark like an orc's. The half-orc's long, dark hair was slicked straight back.

  "Yes," I said, palming the coin purse hanging off my belt, trying to keep up the ruse. "Let's do it."

  Vikki grinned with wicked glee, stepped past me and led the way to the bar. Her sharp stilettos clattered on the rough hardwood floor. My soft-soled tread silent in contrast. I looked at the other girls. They were all dressed much the same, in diaphanous dancing silks and sky high heels. Their outfits left little to the imagination. I would soon be wearing one of those sexy, barely there outfits.

  Orr glanced up at our approach, and then did a double-take. His eyes locked on me, and narrowed.

  "Is there a problem with the elfmaid?" Orr said, scowling.

  "No," Vikki said. "She wants to work here. Or, more specifically, she wants to work one night to get her share of the Warlord's deep purse."

  "I'm not interested in doing her any favors," he said, starting to turn away.

  "You won't be," I said. "You will profit handsomely."

  "Think about it, Orr," Vikki said, leaning over the bar. "You'll get to whore out a high and mighty elfmaid. For one night, she will be your girl, to do with as you see fit." She paused, slanted a wicked look back at me. "And, of course, you'll have to ensure she's…skilled in bed before you decide to hire her or not."

  "I assure you, I'm quite skilled in bed," I said, noticing his interest suddenly piqued. It would be my rotten luck to fuck him for the job, and then he refuses to hire me afterwards. "I have a lot of experience."

  Orr pulled his dirty apron off, wadding it up and tossing it on the floor.

  "I'll be the judge of that, elfmaid," Orr said, grinning lecherously. "Come with me."