Mostly advancing the plot but some cum eating. Brief homosexuality; ignore it if you're normal..
Fippy the Fourth had been gone a day and a half. Having gotten home, he at last was able to sit down and discuss business with his current guests. Per usual, he held his business meeting around his poker table. Fippy’s canine hands proved surprisingly adroit at shuffling and dealing.
The game was Freeport Hold’em. Small Blind was two silver, Big Blind was five. Arabella, as the only female in the game, had the courtesy of cutting the cards.
Falco had as much coin as anyone else but that was only because Ellister was giving him enough to stay in the game. This was in exchange for the sexual cock gobbling favours he was giving Ellister each night. Arabella, in the nearby bunk, had to lay there and listen to those two fags blowing loads in each others’ mouths...or worse. Maybe if she told Falco that his cock enlargement charm included a magic spell that was making him gay he might be angry enough to stop, but in the end, she knew it was not her business to tattle on Ellister. That fag High Elf needed sexual satisfaction, too, she reasoned.
Because she couldn’t sleep, she often got up to get the boys to suck her painfully swollen tits dry. They both seemed to like the taste of her milk. She was still annoyed to be kept awake, though, listening to Falco pretend he did not love Ellister sucking his immense faggot pervert erection.
She envied Fippy way down the hall in his private room. His locked door was so thick that it not only protected him from some of his rougher guests it also totally muffled the sounds of those two homos going at it. She lay there being constantly awakened by the nearby perversions continuing on long into the night. Naturally, she diddled herself while listening.
Thus a little bleary eyed from lack of sleep, Arabella passed the cut deck to Falco to deal.
They played without much conversation. As the game progressed into the wee hours of the morning, Falco began to suspect the cards were marked; Arabella was trying to figure out how the cards were marked; Ellister had just determined the cards were not marked and Fippy was trying to figure out how to sneak a marked deck into the game since he was losing to Ellister.
It was Ellister’s deal. Fippy kept an eye on his sneaky High Elf hands as the cards slid across the table to each player. “So” he summarized to Arabella, not removing his eyes from the deal “Lodi Bightn confirmed to me Sprockfuddle is in jail indefinitely without specific charge. The scuttlebutt is that he is languishing in there because no one can be bothered to do the paperwork to order his release.”
Fippy shrugged, unsurprised by that. “I trust that angry little asshole knows that his circumstances do not relieve him of his contractual obligation to sell my bo staff for the price he and I agreed? There was no contractual provision for him to cancel the sales contract and send me back my weapon just because he stupidly did not keep up his weekly bribes to the Guard to leave him alone.”
Fippy scooped up his cards and regarded them using his huge paws to conceal the card faces from the other players. ”Needless to say” he continued “I was somewhat perplexed to come across Falco stumbling about in one of the most dangerous sections of the Down Below. When I saw he was carrying my unsold bo staff I realized he was one of Sprockfuddle’s employees come to unilaterally cancel our contract by returning my staff.”
Falco said nothing. Not especially blessed in the instincts of self preservation, he still knew enough to let Fippy stay under the misconception that he was an honest working Sprockfuddle employee attempting to return an unsold bo staff to its owner. He lifted the corner of his cards up to see what he had. He bent his cards up too high. Everyone could see he had queens, diamond and heart. Hardly familiar with the rules of the game, much less the strategy, he tried to sound like he knew what he was doing. “Check.”
“Well” Arabella assured Fippy “if you insist on the bo staff still be kept for sale in the Well, I can carry it and your message back to Sprockfuddle as soon as he is released from jail.” She peeked at her two cards as she bent up the corners, not lifting them from the table. She had a pair of jacks, both spades.
Ellister had apparently dealt in a few extra cards then somehow messed up the crooked deal. Arabella sighed at the incompetence but decided it was best not to make her fellow guest look bad. Without saying anything, she covered up for him by throwing her hand in. She would let Ellister know later that he owed her a favour.
Fippy peered again at his cards. He had garbage; 3 and 9 unsuited. He mucked his hand as he spoke. “Sprockfuddle is a fool, Arabella. Why don’t you sell it for me?”
Ellister took a moment to see that he had jack and 8 of clubs. That surprised him. He was supposed to have a pair of jacks. Trying to figure out how he had messed up his dishonest deal and who had his jack of spades he decided to proceed prudently by also tossing in his hand. “I fold, too.”
Falco knew enough not to show his winning cards. He threw them into the middle with the others. He pulled in his seven silver thinking he had not played his hand well but was not sure what he should have done.
Ellister, breathing a sigh of relief, decided not to try any sneaky deals again. At least not until he got better at it.
Fippy pulled in the cards for the next hand. “I need to know how long you three will be my guests” he told his guests matter-of-factly as he sorted the cards. “Don’t get me wrong” he added hastily “I mean, I enjoy company, but I am putting in my grocery order tomorrow and you three certainly eat a lot. So how long are you needing to stay? It affects my food order, you see.”
Ellister took no offense at the question. “Llisanya should be bringing me a change of clothes in a day or so. She should update me as to how much longer I need to remain in hiding.”
Arabella was silent a moment. She was not one to tell everyone about someone else’s business and she had some family loyalty to Llisanya, black sheep or not.
She decided upon a short reflection that she also had a duty to Ellister; he being a business partner of Llisanya’s it might be best to update him about her fourth cousin, once removed. “Llisanya has been ordered to perform some assignment in New Halas, Ellister. I fear she has been taken away from her obligations to us lesser folk hiding out in Crow’s Resting Place.”
This news did not sit well with Ellister. He frowned, reflecting on his situation. At last he turned to Fippy in resignation. “It looks you need to augment your usual food order. I think you can count on me being a guest here for a few weeks yet.”
Falco sat there, quite disquieted. It was just occurring to him how enormous was the crime of tying up two guards and sexually assaulting them. It was not a forgivable nor a forgettable crime. The Guard would not stop searching for him until he was found.
He was also acutely aware that a crowd full of tavern patrons had seen him fuck Ellister’s face and know he could not resist a chance to be a queer. He feared even Cadwarra would have heard about his foolish act and sneered at his lack of masculinity.
Seeing Falco was unsure of his own future options, Arabella took the initiative by answering for both of them. “Well, I suppose we can’t hide out here forever, Fippy. Falco and I need to discuss the fact that he is no longer welcome in Qeynos. My job is to get Falco as far from Qeynos as possible.”
Falco fairly bristled in anger to hear this. “I’ll make my own decisions, Arabella! I may just stay here. Ellister is quite willing to pay my accommodation.”
Arabella was angered by Falco’s stupidity. He seemed to think Ellister’s coin was never ending and all he needed was to let that High Elf queer keep sucking his big huge schlong and everything would be alright. Her next words disabused him of that misconception. “Your only decision is which foreign city you wish to hide in. I came here to help you escape from here.”
Arabella pointed to the ceiling, above which lay Qeynos. “You have made too many enemies and too few friends up there, Falco. The next person who shows up looking for you will likely be your assassin!”
There followed a shocked silence. Several long, long seconds passed. Ellister finally spoke. “You need to understand the danger you are in, Falco.” Unlike Falco he had guessed the truth; that Arabella’s commission was to get rid of Falco in any way she pleased. She had chosen to help him escape despite the more...expeditious...option being available to her.
Ellister’s cautionary words calmed Falco’s anger. Defeated by the realization of the peril he was in, he nodded to Arabella, conceding her point.
Satisfied that Falco now understood the situation, Arabella turned to Fippy who was sitting silently, dispassionately watching his three guests decide what they needed to do. “Falco and I will be departing your good company in a few days, Master Darkpaw. If you would be kind enough to augment your food order with some traveling provisions for us, I would be pleased to reimburse you the cost of those supplies plus your usual handling fee.”
Seeing Fippy nod in agreement, Arabella indicated the cards the Gnoll still held in his paws. “If everything is resolved, then, can we please deal the next hand? And no more cheating, everybody! This is supposed to be a friendly game.”
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“Skipper told me to ‘eff off’ and not bother her while she was getting busy with Lord Diamander” Sam explained to Llisanya as he sat down cross-legged on the floor of the passenger cabin. Despite it being early morning he had walked into her cabin unannounced, pretending he wasn’t trying to catch a nice glimpse of Llisanya nude as she was getting out of her bunk.
Llisanya was indeed nude. Sam continued talking, pretending he wasn’t ogling her. “She told me to shoo and go get another knife lesson from the Ship’s Whore.”
Sam’s excuse for being in Llisanya’s cabin was legitimate. Captain Coranis had spoken to Llisanya about Sam several days ago. “I need you to teach Sam how to use a dagger. He’s getting too big to be a cabin boy. He’ll need to find his own way before too long. He’ll need to know how to handle a knife.”
Sam, having thus given his reason for being there, then informed Llisanya with a hint of desire in his voice “you sure look pretty with no clothes on, Miss Llisanya.” He was eyeing Llisanya’s bare tits, her nipples being even larger than those big eyes of hers. He sat hoping against hope that this was the day Llisanya would let him lay her in exchange for an IOU to be paid once he got his wages at the conclusion of the voyage.
A little amused by Sam’s deviously successful efforts to catch her naked, Llisanya calmly remained in the all-together. She ignored the insult of being designated by Captain Coranis as ‘the Ship’s Whore’ and teased Sam for his brazen stare. “Are you getting a good look, you Peeping Tom? Why don’t you draw a picture? It lasts longer.”
Sam seemed to take Llisanya’s accusatory questions as permission to keep enjoying the view. He did not hide his woody.
Llisanya defiantly struck a suggestive pose and held it a moment while Sam had a long memorizing look. She had actually been up for an hour already. One of the crew had finally been lucky at cards the previous night and had used the bulk of his winnings for the privilege of hiring Llisanya. He had come straight from the card table, knocking on her door before she was awake, too horny to wait for a more considerate time.
She should have told the customer to make an appointment. She had accommodated his schedule, however, because business was slow and she was not making much money. He even paid the extra coin to blow his sticky load on her face. She had just cleaned his joy juice off her chin with a towel when Sam had entered.
“The Skipper sure seems to like the way Lord Diamander fucks” Sam mentioned.
“Perhaps Skipper likes that Lord Diamander has got a fairly big prick” Llisanya suggested, putting down her semen soaked towel and digging into her pack for some fresh panties. She presented her ass to Sam as she bent over. He could see her vulva between her thighs. It was the first good glimpse of labia he had seen.
Once she had found a pair of knickers she turned back to Sam before he was completely done looking. “You need not be jealous about Lord Diamander’s size, though, Sam. Your dick is a nice enough size to please any barmaid in any port you may find her in.” This assurance seemed to please Sam.
Pulling on her panties but still topless, Llisanya gave Sam an affectionate kiss on the mouth. It was a long one. Her bare breast rested softly on his forearm. “You’re also a good smoocher” she told him when their lips at last parted and her tit lifted up off his arm. “Barmaids like a good smoocher.”
Sam seemed happy to hear that. He was also quite pleased to have Llisanya casually stick her nipple into his mouth for him to suck on. She lowered her hand, reaching in to grip his trouser mast. She stroked it slowly inside his breeches. She liked to hold the hard thing.
Llisanya always jacked Sam during his visits to her cabin. She liked him to visit and handjobs kept him ‘cumming’ back. Coin was scarce aboard ship and only a few sailors came to Llisanya to enjoy her body. As soon as they were done and pulled their leggings back on they left. Sam was different. Sam was always willing to stay and chat. Even a slut wanted conversation.
Llisanya pulled Sam’s fid fully out. She kept stroking. Sam let her boob pop from his mouth. He played with Llisanya’s ridiculously firm titties until lips again found lips. Llisanya tongued him, fencing playfully with his own tongue.
Her pumping increased. Llisanya thought Sam’s cock was so much nicer than that of the sailor that had splashed a load all over her face a few minutes earlier. Before too long, Sam moved his hips spasmodically until, finally breathing hard, he shot his young cum for her just as he did every morning before his knife lesson.
When Sam came, his cum didn’t come flying out of his prick the way most blokes fired theirs off. Instead of long arcing streams of gooey whiteness flying through the air Sam’s prick would begin to throb impressively enough but then huge blobs of semen would begin to bubble out leisurely and spread out all over his big knob, dripping down his shaft.
Sam’s seed would continue to flow out of his urethral opening in what always proved to be an impossibly large flood of boy cum, entirely smothering his cockhead an eighth of an inch thick.
There would always follow a small decrease of flow but then his dick would throb again and the flow again would increase and more would come out of his cock and run down the shaft of his penis and over Llisanya’s curled fingers, finally dripping down to coat the sack holding his emptying balls.
The ejaculation never quite stopped before Llisanya would feel another penile throb in her grip. Another increase in quantity would occurr. This ebb and flow of Sam’s orgasm would repeat an impressive number of times. At last, with knob, cock and balls covered in man-slime, Sam’s still hard cock would finally cease pulsing and the cum would stop flowing.
As he always did when he came for Llisanya, he stood there that morning letting Llisanya watch his white fluid emerge out of his cock in copious quantities. There was a lot. When it was over, he let out a contented sigh.
Seeing Sam was done, Llisanya got to work cleaning up the lovely mess. Instead of using the towel to wipe up the jizz, or let it fall to dry on the deckboards, Llisanya scraped it from his penis then licked it off her fingers. She always ate Sam’s sperm.
When her hand and fingers were licked clean, she bent down and slurped up the last of the cum covering his balls. She sucked each ball into her mouth to make sure she got it all. Sam loved to have Llisanya do that. He liked that she liked to suck his balls. They rolled around in her mouth.
As his testicles at last dropped from her lips, Llisanya wiped a couple remaining drops from the corner of her mouth. She teased Sam as she always did. “Are you happy now, Cabin Boy?”
Sam nodded with a grin. The highlight of his day was his knife lessons...or more accurately the activity preliminary to the knife lessons.
He still wanted to fuck her, though. It was to his great frustration that he could not get the five silver to pay Llisanya for the privilege. He had asked to borrow some coin from other shipmates but those few with a little coin were saving up what they had to eventually have enough to use on Llisanya themselves. Precious coins changed hands each night over cards. Except for the really good players, men rarely won enough to hire Llisanya. Frustrated, Sam had had to be content with her handjobs. She seemed to like doing them for him. And why complain when it’s free, he reluctantly rationalized.
Llisanya handed Sam her dagger. “If you can keep from getting horny again for fifteen minutes, let’s resume your lessons.”
Sam compliantly took the defensive stance Llisanya had taught him in his first lesson. “Make sure you don’t get cum on the hilt; your hand will slip” Llisanya warned him.