This is a re-imagining of another story I wrote a long time ago, which you can find here. More over the next few days as I finish off the ending.
By: Savin
Tags: Female POV, Group Sex (M/F/F/F/F), Prostitution, Dragon-guy, Elf-girl, Blowjob, Boobjob, Vaginal, Cumshot
You can find anything and everything for sale in the lower wharfs of Dragon’s Gate. Hundreds of longships from around the northern sea came to the city to trade. It was no surprise that the biggest city in the world would be a nyx’s call to every gold-hungry merchant captain on the waves, but a different kind of market also grew in the furthest shadows of the Red Queen’s towering palace. A hive of tight-packed shops and watering holes where common sailors, drunks, whores, and thieves gathered to ply their own brand of trade.
Cáthe had been one and all of them during her long life, but tonight she counted herself among that last group: a thief on the prowl. Though the most exotic flesh, treasure, and narcotics switched hands in the back alleys and smokey taverns of the low wharf, her quarry was of a less tangible sort. For once her belt was heavy with the weight of her pouch of coins, but that just made her a target for the rest of her kin. Cáthe kept a hand firmly on her belt, flinching towards her dagger each time a wobbling drunk or laughing harlot pushed past her in the crowd.
Her contact was supposed meet her at the Golden Cock tavern. It was easy to find, she’d been told: just follow the smell of overdone perfume and sweaty sex up from the wharf. He hadn’t been lying, at least in that regard. True to the name, a great big gold-painted metal rooster was bolted over the door. Over that stood a woman on a balcony, bent over the railings with a pair of big, rosy breasts bare and swinging as a swarthy northman took her from behind. Hers were hardly the only moans coming from inside, just the loudest.
“Classy place,” Cáthe grunted, pulling up her cloak’s hood as she passed under the copulating couple. “Good advertisement though.”