Another Mis-Adventure (Closed)

[HotKittygirl]

The noise was so loud it was a surprise it couldn’t be heard in the mansions of the haughty nobles who lived miles away. Any kind of lowbrow activity could be found to distract one from their squalor-filled lives for a few hours. It was a dirty place…and one that Mae simply adored. One would never find the type of clientele as the “Bleeding Goat Inn” drew in. Mae never knew what to expect to see coming through those swinging doors, though she knew her mug was getting dangerously low. Her vivid jade eyes sparkled in the mixture of lights from the three different hearths lining the walls, the delight shimmering clearly within their depths. Her deft digits shifted before her and smoothly fanned out the cards within her grasp, displaying to her the icons that told her the hand was worth little more than a pile of pig excrement. Yet the light never disappeared from her entrancing gaze, indeed, the smirk of a smile only drifted wider upon her achingly beautiful visage.

“All in…!” She called out above the echoing din that permeated the entire establishment. She clutched the cards within her right hand, only to bring the left to her lips, which curled about the thick girth of a cigar. She bit down on the end and inhaled sharply, only to draw the cigar back and blow a puff of smoke out across the table. The men circling Mae’s table muttered and shifted, each eyeing each other and the beautiful barbarian in turn. Several followed her suit, while others tossed their cards angrily onto the table. She shifted the cigar within her maw, inhaling sharply once more and causing the end to glow a violent red. She shifted her cards once more and leaned in, catching the gaze of the remaining men at her table. They went around for another time before they all folded; which only caused Mae to bust out in a fit of laughter and slam her worthless cards down. Shimmering orbs of piercing jade looked out from underneath silken bangs of crimson. The rest of her hair was kept cropped short, lest it be snatched up in melee. Her features were both striking and achingly beautiful. An elegantly arched neck lead down to a voluptuous and ravishing figure, taut and toned from a life of battle. Her more than ample breasts were held captive by a bluish-silver breastplate, no doubt made of mithral, exquisitely crafted and polished to a gleaming sheen. A cape of deep verdant green lay draped over her proud shoulders, a vivid contrast to her shocking red hair. Resting comfortably against the table at her side was a massive battle axe, its wooden haft wrapped in blacken leather and double headed axe blade gleaming with intricate runes. Mae sat with one leg crossed over the other, those long and toned legs clad in a pair of skin tight black leather breeches. A pair of dusty brown, calf high boots completed her rugged warrior’s outfit. She seemed out of place in such a dirty and filthy inn, her clothing too clean and her posture too straight. Perhaps she could have been mistaken for a noble…that is unless she opened her mouth.


“Thanks for being suckers, boys!” She cackled merrily and scooped up the glittering pile of coins towards herself,hurriedly she scooped the coins into her small pack, which seemed to greedily devour more than its small size should allow.

 

[cliss]

Cat chasing, the bane of apprentice adventurers everywhere, had been Jacob's task for the day. His leather boots were stained, dusty and stained again after he'd spent hours tracking Ole Miss Grenling's cat through alleys, sewers, the webs of giant spiders and finally back to a lovely porch... belonging to Ole Miss Grenling. His day had ended without pay, no way to collect a bounty when the target is found by someone else. He'd even had to pay the Adventurer's guild 10% of the bounty for the privilege of the excursion. And so he found himself, in his slightly too snug leather pants, blue tunic and his notched steel sword on his back, in front the Bleeding Goat.

Jacob's handsome face always seemed to change his luck in bars. Maybe it was the stern eyebrow, the short brown hair or the deep blue eyes or the gleam of his bright grin, but whatever failings he had had during the day always worked themselves out. Of course, today he'd need to earn a little more than usual to work everything out but he was confident. Confident all the way up until that barbarian woman declared, "All in!" He'd been staring at her fine chestplate so much he hadn't caught her name yet. His hands danced nervously over his cards, the muscles in his arm twitching ever so slightly. Her chestplate didn't have any tells. He raised his eyes to her jasmine ones, gliding a little too slowly over her cleavage on the way up, hoping for some last minute clues. Jacob folded, both in the game and in posture, leaning back in the chair with a sigh as he threw his cards with their bright emblems down on the table. Gathering his money he left the table so he didn't have to see how much a fool he'd made of himself. He got some more ale and sat at a table within view of the poker game. His eyes ran up the taut leather of the barbarian's pants and felt his own get a little tighter.

"Thanks for being suckers, boys!" the cackle knocked Jacob out of his ogling. He watched the soft skin of her breasts shift as she leaned over to gather up the coins; shoving far more than he'd ever earned into that bag of hers. An epiphany so strong it knocked him out of his seat, perhaps assisted by a passing orc, came over him. Jacob stepped up behind the gorgeous barbarian, put on his most charming smile, and asked, "So now where are you off to with all of those winnings? I might advise you not to stick around here. There are some very sore losers around."

 

[HotKittygirl]

It wasn’t until she heard the voice behind her that Mae’s attention was drawn from her winnings. Even as she scooped the last remaining coin into her pouch, those shimmering orbs drifted up and over her shoulder towards the one that spoke. There was no denying the one who spoke as one of the losers from the game. He was good looking enough not to cause Mae to flinch at the sight of him; unlike most crawling around this seedy tavern. Before Mae even reacted to the comment those piercing jade orbs swept over the man, seemingly taking him in for the first time despite playing several hands of cards with him. Her gaze was appraising and predatory, sizing him up for potential threats and yet at the same time curious. Only after a few short moments of silence did those silken lips twitch, drifting into a confident smirk of a smile.

“You being one of them?” She murmured in a low, husky voice. Slowly that frame shifted in her chair, one arm hooking over the back as she turned to face him more. In the position there was no denying those ample swells held so tightly within that mithral breastplate, pressed up and together in a tempting display. Her eyes continued to roam over the figure standing there, as obvious in letting her gaze linger over areas more than his face as he was no doubt doing letting his eyes do to her.

 

[cliss]

Jacob found himself staring straight into cleavage, lovely soft cleavage as she turned in her seat. That vision, combined with her voice, caused his leather pants to become, yet again, tighter. And the gleam of that lovely breastplate wasn't bad either. Realizing that the bulge in his pants was more or less at eye-level and looked nothing like a codpiece he decided the best course of action was to pretend that no such thing was occurring.

"Me? A sore loser? Perhaps, but I'm not talking to you plotting revenge. I'm just a down on his luck adventurer and you seem like a person going someplace. The adventurers guild doesn't send us out to anyplace interested until we've made journeyman and I doubt that's coming for me anytime soon. You look like you've been through the Swamps of Constriction, the Stiffening Woods and the Trails of Happiness. I'm not seeking revenge so much as hoping that by opening a conversation with you you'd fail to realize that I'm attempting to jump start my career by piggy backing on your travels."

Jacob's hand brushed over his clean-shaven face and looked back up from the barbarian's mithral contained breasts to her eyes, "And I'd imagine following you would have other benefits." His blue eyes quickly darted around before leaning in to whisper, "And I hear there's a shipment of treasures being shipped out along the eastern path by the Dwarven consulate."

 

[HotKittygirl]

Mae listened to the young man before her, and for a moment thought she would have to endure a sob story about how hard his life was. She was willing to throw him a gold just to shut him up, those slender crimson brows going so far as to furrow in annoyance over those jade eyes. Yet he went in an opposite direction, perhaps one she should have seen coming. He looked the young adventurer type, just starting out with nothing but ragged gear and a few silvers to rub together. Even as she listened, silently taking in his words, those orbs drifted over him and that swelling bulge within his already tight breeches. While he might ignore it and continue, well, her eyes simply returned to it time and again.

It wasn’t until he was finished saying his piece that Mae reacted. Her lips pursed before the tip of her tongue drifted out over them in a slow, precise swipe. She took a slow, deep breath before releasing it through flared nostrils. All too quickly that laugh filtered forth, a deep chuckle from her chest that caused those ample breasts to jostle lightly.

“Piggy back on me, hm?” She almost purred the words as she turned away from him fully, only to rise from the chair in a swift manner. That cloak whipped about her toned, lean frame, offering a brief display of that taut backside clad in those leather breeches. Only as stood fully did she turn to face him, her impressive stature a good five foot elven inches. The billowing folds of her verdant cloak fell about her as she moved, shoving the chair aside as she took the step closer to him closing the gap.

“I don’t make it a habit of hitching up with those that can’t pull their weight. It’s a hard life and I ain’t got time to wipe the ass of a greenhorn,” Her voice lowered into an almost threatening rumble, though the look in those jade orbs was a mixture of emotions…perhaps still sizing up her prey.

 

[cliss]

If, and it's an if that is only interesting in passing, Jacob had been paying attention to the barbarian's eyes he would have notice her gaze flitting across the tent being created by the erection he was attempting ignore into nonexistence. Instead, he remained naively ignorant of a gaze that might have been useful to him. Her rise from the chair in a flash of green and her subsequent step put her within inches of Jacob. Inches a particular part of him was trying desperately to span.

"What...," Jacob gulped and stuttered, "what can I do to show that I can pull my weight? I assure you, I expected no ass wiping." A hand brushed his hair back as he attempted to revive his flagging confidence. He finally looked into her deep green eyes and lowered a single brow, "I have a sword, I've done the giant rats in the basement bit. I've even found the decrepit wizard surviving on those rats in the sewer. But it's been a dry year. All I'm looking for is a chance. And just let me know how I can show my earnestness and appreciation."

While Jacob was going on a group began to form in a slightly darker corner of the tavern. A group that seemed to consist largely of others involved in the poker game as well as some who had seen the perverse amount of money won on a bluff; Individuals of a less than appealing appearance who seemed to have a keen interest in the red-headed woman in green.

 

[HotKittygirl]

“Oh,” Mae began once more in that soft, deep rumble of a purr. “I can see you have a sword. It’s nearly jabbing me in the thigh.” Her lips drifted back into that comfortable, coy smirk that lingered all too easily upon her lips. Her hands slid out over her shapely hips, resting upon them close-fisted as her cloak bulged out at her sides, elbows pointing out. Like a cat toying with a mouse she pawed at the boy, if only mentally for the time being. His lowering confidence was like blood in the water to this experienced adventurer. Her gaze drifted over him once more, taking pains to make it painfully obvious she wasn’t talking about the sword strapped to his back.

“But anyone can swing a sword, my boy. It takes years of experience to know exactly where to…thrust…” She lowered her voice even more so as her head tilted forward and she leaned in just that much more closely. Her warm breath could be felt on his cheeks as she paused and put such emphasis on that last word. Mae was many things, though impulsive was high on the list. She’d taken to the boy for the moment, losing herself in the fun of watching him twist in the wind even as others were whisper secretly in dark corners about her.

 

[cliss]

Being no foreigner to the advances of women, Jacob slowly comprehended that the barbarian was attempting to get a rise out of him. Thing was, he wasn't used to being hit on by a woman quite so... impressive. He knew how to play the game, but she was making it so very difficult from the brain under that short sandy hair and behind those blue eyes to think straight. But Jacob wasn't a quitter, it wasn't in his blood, and so he stammered on, "Oh, I've been practicing thrusts with my tw-two-hander for much longer than I-I've owned this little old t-thing on my back." He grinned, unaware of the slightly embarrassing insinuation, "And besides, I'm quick l-learner."

Her presence, those breasts, hips and legs... so close, prevented any further witty comments from escaping his mouth. Instead he started to notice how tight those leather pants he had been ignoring were becoming. His brain was overcome with a mixture of discomfort and visions only increasing that comfort. Visions such as the barbarian bent over the table or kneeling on the floor with those gorgeous jade eyes looking up. And more inopportune ideas like imagining her on all fours with his hard dick in her gorgeously formed... "May I ass-ask you a question," he finally blurted out, "What is your name?" He hadn't caught it at the game.

The murmuring crowd still hadn't made up their mind. But it had grown to the point that the fact that this was a bar likely wouldn't be stopping them. Also, the number of dull glistens in the licking firelight seemed to be increasing. Blades and crowds do not tend to work well together, though often they will attain their goal prior to further horror.

 

[HotKittygirl]

That smirk lingered upon her lips as the young man continued, even if he stammered and stuttered his words he got them out. He had a confidence, even when staring down such stunning assets as the one Mae possessed. Her nostrils flared as she let out a low snort of a chuckle, dark lashes fluttering before her jade orbs before she simply shook her head.

“Two-hander?” She retorted easily enough, the tip of her tongue flicking out over her lips once more. “Looks more like a dagger to me…” All too quickly she turned from him then, her cloak brushed aside as her right hand came to rest upon the black leather wrapped haft of the large axe still resting against the table. The muscles in her arm tensed as she hefted it one handed into the air, allowing it to rest upon her shoulder easily and comfortably. His last words caught her attention once more though, a quizzical brow arching above her shimmering gaze as they fell upon him and narrowed swiftly.
“My name?” She almost spat the words, a look of anger contorting that beautiful visage even as the crowd seemed to grow behind them. “You’ve never heard of Mae Van Duran? The Crimson Lioness?”

 

[cliss]

At the mention of her name Jacob's jaw dropped. The Crimson Lioness was rumored to be one of the most ambitious adventurers alive. He eyed the mithril and the cape, the hair, the eyes and the stature. The description fit. Wherever she went treasures both followed and disappeared. His desire to follow her wherever her journeys led increased ten-fold. The bulge in his pants would have increased ten-fold as well, had it been a possibility, it certainly became yet more uncomfortable as he realized that he was staring at a woman who not only looked like she'd come from a bard's tale but actually was.

The crowd gasped slightly as well, and suddenly the aggressive gesturing turned to milling. The motley crew might still be a danger, but they weren't going to try the same head on attack that had seemed ready to erupt moments before.

Noise slowly filled the bar again, as glasses clinked over toasts of the boasts the tavern's patrons were going to be telling their acquaintances about how the evening went. Another log was thrown on the fire and everything got a bit brighter as the red and orange flames licked up it.

Jacob turned to the Crimson Lioness, "Wait? Aren't you still wanted? I could have sworn I saw a dead or alive poster at the Guild."

 

[HotKittygirl]

Her true name became know and with it her reputation. She was indeed a skilled and renowned adventurer, but she was also a well-paid mercenary who sold her skill with the beautiful and deadly axe to the highest bidder. The reaction from the crowd and the boy was just Mae had been going for; after all, she fed and lived on her notoriety as much as the gold it brought in. That smirk lingered upon her lips and the angry scowl all too quickly vanished. Slowly she rolled her shoulder, another snort of laughter coming from the Crimson Lioness before she shook her head.

“If it still is…who’s going to come and collect the bounty? “ She laughed haughtily, thinking nothing of tempting fate with such jests. “I’ve killed a hill giant with my bare hands. Knocked a dragon from the sky with a well placed arrow. Stole the crown from a king’s head!”

Now she was just blowing smoke up…well…maybe she was, maybe she wasn’t. Mae had heard it all before, perhaps she let it simply go to her head. Yet even now she was letting her eyes wander still. Hells, he was cute, even for a down on his luck adventurer. It wasn’t as if there was anything else that was catching her attention. Without another throat she strode closer, her free hand drifting out and grasping that bulge in his breeches, offering an appraising squeeze as she closed the distance between them once more. “And now the Gods smile on you, lad…The Crimson Lioness has laid her eyes upon you…”

 

[cliss]

The feel of the Mae's hand on his erection distracted Jacob momentarily. His blue eyes fluttered briefly before settling, this time on her face. Rocking back and forth in indecision only increased the sensation.

"An-and what does the Crimson Lioness wish to do next?" he stammered. He really wanted her to remove that green cloak, to bend over one of the tavern tables and request to feel what she now had her hand on. Or to retreat to the stables and do the same. His hands wanted to feel the weight of those gorgeous breasts, to feel those red tresses. He wanted to feel those flushed lips on him. As worked up as she was making him it was only a matter of time before his hands found their way to the black leather of her breaches. As nervous as he felt now, as indecisive he was acting, he was anything but in his visions.

Jacob placed his hand on the Lionesses, holding it tight to the heat of his arousal, and looked into her jade eyes, "Because if this keeps going much longer I'm going to do something stupid."

 

[HotKittygirl]

She liked to watch him squirm, though it would only do so much for the fiery haired beauty. She watched him tense at her touch and seemingly for the first time allowed his gaze to focus on her face. His emotions were easy enough to read on his visage, his thoughts nearly being projected into her own consciousness. Yet Mae had no arcane powers, she was experienced enough in the world to know when a man wanted her. Perhaps she had a few too many drinks, or perhaps he really was cute. Either way her hand offer another squeeze before she released him and her fingers curled into his tunic.

“Oh you will do plenty of stupid stuff,” She murmured lowly, simply taking a step away and tugging him after her. Without a second thought she drew through the common room of the Inn, making her way towards the stairs in the back leading upstairs. She paused for but a moment to toss a few gold at the bar and snatch up a key from behind. The bartender knew better than argue with her, and even if he had tried she was already halfway up the stairs dragging the young boy in tow. They quickly came upon a door that the key fit and Mae shoved the door open, leaving the key in the lock as she emerged and set her axe aside. Only then did she release him and her hands fluttered to the clasp of her cloak, unlatching it and tossing the verdant cloak aside, revealing the tempting frame fully to the hungry view of the young man. She turned to him then, a knowing an all too serious look upon her beautiful visage.

“Strip.” She muttered lowly as her hands slid up to the breastplate and began to unlatch and unbuckle its numerous catches and straps. “Before I change my mind.”

 

[cliss]

So much of Jacob's attention was being spent taking in Mae's actions, unwilling to miss the undoing of even a single strap, that it took him a couple of moments to process the order. On the drag up the stairs he was silently praising whatever gods would listen for the return of his luck. When that cloak came off his praising was almost not so silent.

Suddenly he realized what he was asked to do. Letting his sword drop to the floor with a dull clank, he began working on the ties of his tunic and pants. Letting his eyes wander over Mae's curves. Her breasts were moving wonderfully as she worked at her breastplate. Not wanting to miss a single jiggle of that soft flesh he pulled his blue tunic over his head as quickly as he could, letting it drop to the ground. He couldn't wait to see her toned muscles and ass from under that black leather. His boots landed beside his sword and he started on his breeches.

Eagerness overtook him as he thought of presenting himself to her. He'd always been proud of his endowment. As the last tie of his breeches came undone he pulled them from around his now straining erection and he looked to her for approval.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Those hungry jade orbs lingered upon his frame as he so quickly undressed, the door left hanging open behind them. Indeed he was a handsome one, if a bit on the young side. Her hands continued at a steady pace, working the straps of the breastplate and removing piece by piece. Slowly but surely she revealed more of her upper frame, the dark green material of a skimpy top clinging to her ample swells. They jostled with the new found freedom the breastplate could never afford, pert and full, though they relaxed further as they were released from the metal prison. Slender brows arched slowly as he revealed himself, that smirk returning to her lips as she let her gaze linger over him appraisingly once more. Already her hands were sliding over that taut and toned body, in the soft light of the small room the definition of those sleek yet powerful muscles was more evident. Fingers curled into the material of her top and yanked it over her head, those short, fiery locks rustling about her beautiful visage wildly. Those ample swells bounced wildly with their full freedom, a low, sultry laughter overtaking her.

“Hmm, yer not gonna burst the moment I touch you?” She rumbled softly, drawing closer as her gaze lingered over the boy hungrily. While he was fit and trim, there was no way of truly telling his endurance. Her right hand slid out and grasped that thick shaft within her grasp surely, gripping it at the base and offering a full stroke from base to tip. Only then did she suddenly bend, those crimson tresses falling out over her face as she simply bent at the waist. Her silken lips parted and her tongue lashed out over his rigid head. All too quickly she consumed that head within the warm confines of her mouth, suckling rather heatedly. If he was going to buckle out quickly…well…this would be a sure way to tell.

 

[cliss]

Mae's hands were surprisingly soft given her profession and feeling her fingers stroking him added what felt like to Jacob like another inch to his length. And then she placed those soft lips over his sensitive head, causing him to sigh involuntarily. It was good, her tongue tracing over his hard shaft was so very good. He admired her red hair as it bobbed gently as she sucked, framing her beautiful face. His own face was vacillating between a grimace and a grin as the sensations washed over him, but he was not ready for release yet. He still had too much to prove. "Ahhh, fuuckk... I can't believe this is happening," the moan leaked from his lips, now permanently slightly ajar.

Drawn almost of their own volition, his hands found their way to the soft skin of her generous breasts, squeezing and hefting them. His fingers danced over her nipples, attempting to make them firm with light pinches and tugs. Grunts slowly escaped him and he started to rock lightly to the rhythm of her suckling. He wanted to feel completely engulfed by her mouth; he needed to take as much as he could of her.

A hand crept from her breasts to the muscled skin of her back, spreading wide as he stroked her. He pulled her in slightly with each motion. "Fuck Mae, your lips are amazing and your tongue... I want more," his hands pulled on her with a deep need. Creeping still further, his hands stretched for her round ass but could only reach the small of her back. The feel of the Lioness's breasts bumping against his thighs was almost too much, "I need more," sighed Jacob, his hand reaching for her cheeks; his hips threatening to drive his thick cock deeper into her lips.

 

[HotKittygirl]

The position was not the most comfortable or suitable for this sort of treatment. It offered the boy a chance to sample those firm swells of her breasts, those pert nipples quickly hardening from the cool air and his eager touch. His hands roamed over her frame in a slow but eager fashion, though it was far from the frantic clawing one might expect. Mae released a low, rumbling moan from deep in her throat, which reverberated over his entire length as she did. One hand slid up to the base of his shaft, holding fast as that pink muscle lashed fiercely over the underside of his head. Despite his best efforts he simply could not reach the firm, leather clad backside, which she began to sway her shapely hips as if to taunt him. Yet before she continued, even to draw him into her mouth further she released his head with a sharp, slickened pop. A lazy, Cheshire cat smile drifted out over her moist lips as she released him fully and rose to her full height. In the dim light one could see the faint, almost silvery scars that criss-crossed her tanned flesh, along with several stylized tattoos that rippled over her flesh here and there.

“I ain’t here to please you,” She retorted lowly, her tongue lapping back out over her lips as she departed from her place before him. She drew towards the bed, only to rest upon the edge. Those long, toned legs curled before her as she began to unlace those dusty brown boots and one by one kick them off. Only then did she undo the leather breeches and peel them from her frame, drawing her legs before her in a teasing fashion for his viewing pleasure. Slowly she revealed her frame fully, clad now in nothing but a skimpy black thong that barely contained that hidden treasure. “What’s your name, boy?”

 

[cliss]

His body relaxed slightly as the sensations that had washed over him slowly abated. Now that he wasn't lost his eyes were drawn to her honey colored skin, following the dark contrast of tattoos visible in the flickering light. Tracing those tattoos lead him once again to her breasts hanging perfectly against her chest; if he had softened at all since she had released his cock from her lips the sight of her shapely figure had him at his hardest once again. His member jutted out from his body obscenely, veins threatening to attempt to make his shaft yet larger.

Seeing her slow reveal of her well-toned legs and then the lean backwards revealing glimpses of black underwear caused Jacob's hands to move instinctively to his shaft. Still ignorant of the open door, he idly stroked with one hand as his other held his sack tight his base as he watched her lean upon the bed, remembering those silky lips upon his flesh. His eyes had attached themselves to her nipples, recalling how heavy her soft skin had felt in his hands.

"Jacob Berg," the words came out confident, likely because his mind was too busy to be nervous. He grabbed a leg and started to work kisses and little licks up her calves and to her inner thigh. Kneeling was required by the action, so he found himself caressing her legs as he kissed, kneeling at the side of the bed.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Well at least she now had a name to put to the face, if she remembered it at least. Right now she wasn't exactly thinking logically (not that Mae really ever did). Her eyes were upon that ever-hardening girth that arched so proudly before his toned frame. All she could think about was having such to herself and all the greedy things she could do with it. Yet before she could fulfil those desires the young man moved closer. With the blood rushing to other obvious parts of his body his mind wasn't working at full steam either it seemed, the nervousness Mae had seen in the young man was all but gone, at least for the time being. He surprised the warrior by his next movements, kneeling before her as he ran his lips and tongue over that surprisingly silken flesh. Her muscles tensed at the sensation and a low rumble came from her throat as she shifted upon the bed. This wasn't expected, no, when things got so heated so quickly it was just a matter of seconds before she or the other pounced and proceeded to ravish. His actions sent a shiver up her spine and a soft hiss of pleasure to escape past her lips.

"Mmm, so this is how you want it hm?" She murmured huskily, one hand sliding out through his short mane ruffling through it wildly before her fingernails raked at his scalp. "All the time at the bar and you're still thirsty? I warn you...Jacob..." She lowered her voice as she spoke his name, if only for dramatic effect. "A sip just won't be enough..."

 

[cliss]

Stopping at just a sip was certainly not Jacob's plan. In fact, he had a little more to do before he tasted her at all. Settling his lips at her inner thigh, he ran his hands up her tanned, taut skin and grasped just above her hips. The skin of his cheek pressed tight against soft fabric of her black thong as he pulled himself tight to her using his grasp. Her scent was slowly reaching his brain, making Jacob tense his muscles with the expectation of what would be required of them shortly. He worked his hands over her scars and tattoos, up to the top of the Lioness's hips, squeezing her slightly as he did so, finally turning push his lips into the heat of her mound. Groans escaped his throat as he caressed her skin, grabbing now at her thighs.

Jacob lifted his face from between her legs. His fingers toyed with her thong, leaning his body over her. His eyes absorbed her taut curves as he pressed his throbbing cock against her thigh, "May I remove this? I need to see what's underneath?" Slowly, he began pulling, revealing the source of heat beneath.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Indeed, that scent of arousal slowly wafted into the air as Mae’s body reacted to the hungry administrations of this young lad. Clearly he was starving for more than just a decent job and some adventure. Already his hands were roaming over that sun-kissed flesh, over taut and toned muscles that rippled underneath the caress of his fingertips and palm. As he drew closer to that mound concealed by little more than that flimsy black material there was no denying the heat radiating from underneath. Mae simply released a low murmur of acceptance as he explored her lower frame, one hand idly stroking his hair as if he were a puppy to be encouraged and praised. It wasn’t often a lover would have it so one-sided and Mae was never one to let an opportunity slip through her grasp. It wasn’t until she felt his lips pressing against her undeniable heat did she release something more akin to a moan, the sensation causing her frame to tense for but a moment before a ripple of anticipation over took her entirely.

It was then, when Jacob finally spoke that Mae’s half-way closed gaze drifted open fully and came to focus upon him. That wide, if lopsided, grin lingered still upon her lips and a low rumble of a laugh escaped past them.

“You want to see what’s hiding underneath, hm?” Mae retorted easily, her upper frame settling back upon her elbows for support. “It is glorious indeed...but be warned once you go this far there’s no turning back...”

Just what those words meant, Mae would not elaborate upon. Before they could even fully register her legs were moving once more. Slowly they uncurled from the floor and the arches of her feet came to rest upon his shoulders. Only then when she had suitable leverage did her shapely hips rise from the bed, undulating in a slow, subtle manner as she reached down herself and hooked her thumbs into the string of her undergarments. Her upper frame had to lay flush against the bed for such a maneuver, though she lifted her head and peered to the side, watching for the young boy’s reaction as she peeled those skimpy panties from her frame inch by tantalizing inch, revealing to him just what he sought.

The silken folds of Mae’s mound lay glistening from her arousal, a neatly trimmed patch of fiery crimson just above glinting in her passions as well. The scent simply grew as she uncovered herself, a curious scent of arousal that was at the same time sweet and intoxicating. One after the other Mae drew her legs from his shoulders, only to slip off her panties fully before dangling them in front of his face like one would dangle a treat in front of a dog...all the while, that unabashed grin lingered upon her breathtaking visage.

 

[cliss]

Since Mae appeared to want to remove the panties in her own tantalizing way, Jacob let them fall from his fingers. Instead he stroked himself slowly as he watched her fluid motions. He didn't know what he was going to get from this sensual legend of a barbarian. Only the passage of time would reveal whether or not she was his break from the trials and tribulations of guild work. Right now though, he did not care. As much as she would give, that's what he would take. And right now she was writhing in the best possible ways, her soft breasts amplifying the motions. Her thin black thong was still barely, ever so barely, covering her.

Finally he had an unobstructed view of her lips, damp with arousal. Playing along with her toying, he nipped at the thong. He returned her grin with one of his own before kneeling once again between her legs. "You were right. Now that you are revealed I would never turn my back," Jacob grunted, bending in and inhaling sharply. "And your scent is intoxicating. I'm going to taste you... I have to," he touched his tongue to her, running from the bottom of her folds up to the silky patch of red hair.

Placing his mouth upon her mound, Jacob began to lightly suckle, his arms wrapped around her muscled thighs. He relished every flex, tensing, tremble of those legs. His tongue worked its way through her folds as he sucked, up to her clit and back down. The actions consumed him, the motions of his tongue and mouth taking all of his attention, as he finally worked his focus to her clit, lapping it with long, slow strokes. Finally, he let his fingers dance over those lips and then inserted two slowly, letting them rest just slightly inside of her. He alternated his actions between licking and suckling, listening for her moan and soaking himself in her sweet scent. Throbbing, his shaft jutted between his legs, waiting impatiently to feel the silky folds his fingers were currently exploring.

 

[HotKittygirl]

It was amazing what she could do for his self confidence, no? It seemed for the time being he could think of nothing but Mae; certain parts of her over others. He took her toying in stride and perhaps even enjoyed it, Mae could not truly tell nor was just entirely focused on such. She let the thong fall away as he nipped at it, lost to the floor with the rest of their attire in a jumbled mess. Already he was leaning closer and inhaling deeply of her intoxicating scent. Those plush lips pursed before Mae bit down upon her bottom lip briefly, offering a soft nibble as she felt the warmth of his breath against her, sending a chill up her spine from the brief coolness. Slowly her lips parted and a no doubt sarcastic comment would sure to follow; yet before she could even take a full breath the boy attacked. It was almost funny how when his tongue graced her glistening, heated flesh Mae’s mind raced to the last time she had been in this position.

But as he began to explore her with but his lips and tongue Mae could not come to any sort of conclusion other than far, far too long. Eagerly those toned thighs spread as Jacob lost himself in his administrations; Mae’s heels dug into the sheets for support as her hands combed through his hair, raking at his scalp once more as she left out a blatant and almost feral moan.

“Fuuuck,” She gasped and hissed at the same time, her frame jolting, hips bucking with each flick of that tongue. It didn’t take long to coax her arousal further; honey thick and sweetly spiced her passions trickled forth over his lips and tongue in turn. Her fingers curled sharply into his mane, holding fast as her shapely hips ground out against him as his attention focused entirely upon her clit for those achingly slow moments. Her voice rose slowly, a feral moan of passion punctuated with such foul language that would make a sailor blush.

“That’s it...fuck...lick it...Ahhn...Gods...Fuck...Yes! Faster boy!” She grunted through clenched rows of ivory, yet even as she found the pleasure mounting it seemed Jacob would kick it up a notch. There was no denying the moments,the presence of his fingers against her. Yet he did not savagely attack, just as before he seemed to go at a curiously slow pace that was just as slowly driving the barbarian mad. He felt the unbelievable warmth his tongue and lips were only graced with as those fingers gained entrance. Fiercely those inner muscles constricted about the invading digits, offering an all too firm squeeze even to but two fingers. So very tight indeed, the way her hips undulated even now no doubt was but a preview of things to come. If only either had noticed the growing crowd near the wide open door, staring in drunken wonder at the scene unfolding before them.

 

[cliss]

All of Jacob's attention was focused on the Lioness's sweet folds, making him completely oblivious to the forgotten door and the crowd beyond. Strong fingers gripped his hair, encouraging him to provide more pressure, to taste her wetness even deeper than before. But as intoxicating as she was, his shaft was getting more and more impatient. His fingers started curling in further and he rubbed upwards inside her, imagining how he would soon be thrusting into the same silky passage that his fingers currently occupied. Given how tight she was already on his fingers he was looking forward to feeling her on his even thicker member. His licks increased in intensity and he pressed his fingers upward nearly hard enough to lift her from the bed. Sex was nothing new to him; his initial nervousness with Mae was because he had little experience being the prey. But now that he was here, he had a few tricks up his sleeve.

"Hrrssmmhh," he grunted into her lips, sending vibrations into her red hot core. "Fuck... I need my cock inside that."

A deep voice echoed behind him, "About fuckin time, we thought you were gonna lick her to death." The drunk crew murmured agreement, an amazing number of them stuffed into that narrow hallway.

The crowd did nothing to quell Jacob's throbbing erection as he was not modest. He'd performed in front of groups before. But again, he was used to being the prettiest in the room, and knowing that he was working to impress someone made him pause. He also wasn't used to having such a irreputable mob watching as he was in a position of vulnerability. But the awkwardness and danger of the situation was nowhere near enough to soundly overcome the loss of logic due to the blood in his throbbing shaft.

"Well?" he turned to Mae, "What's next?"

 

[HotKittygirl]

As those fingers curled and raked within her inner passages, Mae’s frame continued to buck and writhe against those assaulting digits. An ample amount of her honey thick passions trickled forth from the administrations, a ripple of pleasure coursed through her frame sending her mind tingling with the first tastes of release. His lustful words mingled with that low, reverberating groan that rippled through her core was enough to push her over the edge if only briefly. Mae’s gaze drifted shut fully and she bit down upon her bottom lip, issuing a fierce grunt as the ecstasy took hold. How that magnificent frame tensed and trembled from the sensation, how her grip only tightened within his hair and her hips ground furiously against him. Her breath came quickly and uneven, the sense of euphoria quickly filling her being.

Yet, it all came crashing down far too quickly for Mae’s tastes. The drunken slur of several men caught her attention, wondering aloud if the boy was simply going to lick the fiery haired beauty till the end of days. Why, the very idea sounded promising; Mae couldn’t think of anything better than laying on her back and accepting such a death. Yet even now her frame quivered as the mounting pleasure was denied. Dammit, and it was rightfully hers! With a snarl from those beautiful lips she pushed up onto her elbows once more, those jade orbs fluttering open only to narrow all too quickly. Would the barbarian become flustered at being caught in the middle of such a scene? Bared to the world with her legs spread eagle, being invaded by a young man who she barely knew his name? No, Mae would not be ashamed of such, though the anger was quickly growing upon that beautiful visage as she pushed up into a sitting position.

“Hey you fat pieces of shit! If you’re going to sit there and heckle I’ll come out there and shove my boot so far up your ass you’ll be tasting leather for weeks! NOW...” Those jade orbs simply gleamed with malicious intent as she spewed the words, before fixing them upon Jacob and grasping his already wild hair once more. “Get up here, shut up and fuck me!” The barbarian left little room for arguing, especially as her hand tightened upon his hair tugging at his scalp.