Llisanya entered the Ice Breaker Bar & Grill looking for a ship broker named Dagbart Falkren. The Ice Breaker was Falkren’s usual place of business ever since a minor dispute over a liquor bill got him trespassed from the Raven’s Roost. He was sitting alone, filling out some sort of paperwork.
Llisanya accepted Falkren’s invitation to have a seat at his table. In answer to his offer of a drink she asked for a mead. She would have preferred wine but any grape product was extremely expensive in frozen New Halas. As a necessary courtesy to Falkren she did not order the most expensive drink on the menu. She needed too many favours of him if she and Diamander were going to get home this season.
Llisanya started by passing Falkren a coinpurse his way. “A small gift for you, Dagbart. You have the Marshall’s thanks for letting him know of this problem with the drunk queer in Raven’s Roost telling lies about Vishra House.”
Falkren deftly swept up the purse in his gnarled hand and tucked it away. “I thought he should be aware. Please let the Marshall know I am always at his service.”
“Thank you, Dagbart. Lord Vishra knows he can rely on you.”
They were sitting near the hearth. After walking about in frozen New Halas, Llisanya was finally warm enough to open her fox fur coat to cool down. Having been unable to clean Sam’s blood from her fourth best blouse she had thrown it away. Due to the urgency, she had come to see Falkren instead of going to buy a new one.
Falkren’s eyes lingered on Llisanya’s tits a long moment before remarking “I might have expected Vishra would send you to fix the problem of this loudmouth fag. I think you should consider that a compliment, Llisanya.”
Llisanya did not take the time to explain she was merely there to ensure someone else took care of the problem of Diamander’s ex-boyfriend. Marshall Vishra wanted the situation handled a little more diplomatically than her blunt methods. Falkren did not need to know the arrangements.
Falkren was not one to waste much time on idle chit chat, anyway. Obviously Llisanya needed something. He judged she would be willing to allow him certain liberties under the circumstances. She clearly was willing to give him a fuck, for instance, why else would her chest be bare under her coat?
He reached to touch Llisanya’s palm-fillers inside her jacket. He fondled the left one. “I appreciate you coming by topless for me to have a nice feel, but I suspect there is a second reason you are here. How may I help you, Llisanya?” He kept playing with that handful of boob he was holding. By Prexus, it had been two years since Llisanya’s last visit but those high-jutting conical tits of hers still stood up incredibly firm! He doubted they would ever sag.
Llisanya felt Falkren’s fingertips dig deep into her boobie, squeezing hard. He squeezed a little too hard, but she allowed it to continue, hoping to get him into a generous mood. The price was still five silver if he wanted more than a feel, though. “Thank you for inquiring, Dagbart. I do, in fact, need a big favour. A friend and I need to get back to Qeynos before the ships are frozen in harbour. The more conventional options are not viable for us. I was hoping one of your private vessels may be sailing south before winter.”
Falkren nodded as if inviting Llisanya to go on. To be clear what she needed she explained further. “I am supposed to fuck my friend whenever he wants me, so we’ll need a cabin, not just some hammock in with the crew.” She hated to tell Dagbart that, but she had a contractual obligation to Marshall Vishra to keep Diamander away from handsome sailors. Professional honour forced her to ensure that would be done until their return to Qeynos. The information told Falkren too much about Diamander, little though that was, but it could not be helped. “I have gold” she concluded.
“You can save your gold, Llisanya. Some people I know need something done in Qeynos...or thereabouts. I think we can send you and your fuck-buddy home for free if you look after a certain problem out that way for my friends. That way, we kill two flying fish with one arrow.”
Llisanya was sure these ‘friends’ were Falkren himself but she pretended to believe him. She also knew the cost she should be paying for the passage home was much more than what Falkren should have been paying for her routine services, Either the execution of the task was very important or Falkren was having trouble finding someone willing to voyage south in dangerous times to perform the task. It was probably both.
Llisanya agreed to take the ‘commission’. At least she would get Diamander home safe. Well, as safe as a voyage on perilous seas was these days. “How soon can we leave?” she asked.
“Well” Falkren hesitated “to be frank, I only own one ship at the moment. The ship selling business is not just slow it is dead. These Gunthaks are scaring honest merchants from hazarding their wares in shipments to foreign markets. No one is leasing vessels and people are losing their shirts paying the costs for unused ships anchored in harbour with empty holds.”
Falkren switched to fondle Llisanya’s right breast. “Fortunately, I predicted the bust in the shipping business and liquidated my entire squadron before I lost too much. I am out of the ship brokering business but for one frigate whose asking price was too low to refuse. The complication is that that ship is still not technically mine despite having paid the sale price. It will take a few days for the Port Authorities to transfer the official ownership to me. You know bureaucrats.”
Llisanya nodded. She knew bureaucrats. Falkren was still feeling Llisanya’s right tit. Llisanya opened her furs so he could access her breasts more easily. Everyone at other tables could see what he was doing. “Why do I get the feeling that is just one of the difficulties with this ship, Dagbart?”
Falkren continued to grope his pretty, big-eyed tablemate. “You aren’t just a pair of pretty tits are you, Llisanya?”
Diverse patrons had stopped their conversation and were lecherously admiring Llisanyas’ exposed dugs as Falkren pushed and pulled on them with increasing roughness. “As you guessed, Llisanya, there is a second problem.” He indicated with a nod the several sheets of paper on the table by his ale. “Even when I get all this paperwork in order, I’ll need a skipper and crew. It seems her old crew met with an unfortunate accident called ‘The Prize of Prexus’. Once these minor problems are sorted out, I intend to sail it to the Cove of Decay in Thundering Steppes where I already have an interested buyer. She...er...I mean...the buyer is in need of a ship exactly like the one I am soon to own. Specifically, she’s fast, sleeps a lot of crew and takes no damage as you bump her up against an enemy hull. Meanwhile, that prick of a Harbourmaster is gouging me four gold for everyday that ship sits at his wharf collecting seagull shit. With all the revenue from uncrewed ships tied three deep on the quay you’d think they could lower the mooring rates a little.”
“You have my sympathy, Dagbart.” Llisanya wondered was there an opportunity here? Dozens of merchant ships were sitting unused in New Halas? Once the Vishra frigates were constructed and launched and the lanes were cleared of pirates, shipping would resume. There would be a boom in shipping profits. The value of ships would skyrocket. What was the angle, here? How could one make a profit?
Llisanya realize she had foolishly let slip the plans for Vishra Shipyards to begin construction on new frigates. Who had she told? Sam? But Sam was gone and she had fortunately not told anyone else. Had Sam kept quiet? Who else in New Halas knew of the Qeynos frigates? There was money to be made if anyone with deep pockets cared to scoop up as many ships as he could buy. “Please don’t pull on my tit so hard, Dagbart”
Complying with Llisanya’s request, Falkren squeezed a little less roughly. Just a little. “I am afraid that the Cove of Decay is as close as I can get you to Qeynos. It’s a dangerous hike through Thundering Steppes, I know, but my Good Purchaser insists that the Cove of Decay is most convenient to her.” Having let slip for a second time that his ‘Good Purchaser’ was some sort of female, Falkren did not attempt to correct himself this time.
Falkren left off feeling Llisanya up just long enough to take a deep drink of his ale. He set it down and reached into Llisanya’s fox furs again. “Meantime” he said as he resumed fondling “while we are waiting, feel free to suggest a decent name for my new ship. Anything would be better than ‘The Wrath of Ro’.”
Falkren had a sudden inspiration. “I know! I think I will rename it ‘The Half Elf’’s Boob.’” He grinned mischievously at the idea, still squeezing and pulling on the eponymous breast in his clutches. “I think I like that name.”
“It’s a ridiculous name, Dagbart. Think of something better. If you promise not to make such an unwanted reference to my chest, I can put you in touch with four sailors looking for work. Good lads as long as you are ok with one being a transvestite.”
“Four crewmen would very helpful” Falkren replied. “I would normally decline the cross-dresser but it’s tough to find a crew willing to work a one way passage these days, what with the Walrus Hunting Guild scooping up most of the good sailors for the winter season. At present, all the crew I’ve found is one Wood Elf Fury looking for a way to reach Qeynos. He came to me the day after Captain Coranis refused to take him on as crew.”
Falkren took another long draw of ale and set the empty mug back down with a thud. He waved to the server for a refill then reached back in to feel Llisanya up some more. “Can you imagine anyone but Abella Coranis being so foolish as to refuse the services of a Fury?” Falkren’s thumb slid across Llisanya’s erect nipple, enjoying how stiff it felt as he pushed it around. “Well, her stupidity is my gain, so I make no complaints.”
Llisanya had never met a Fury. They were a strange sort of Druid capable of affecting the weather, meting out divine damage in a fight and casting the needed heal spells in its aftermath. As such, what few Druids had taken the time to study the complexities of controlling winds and waves were much sought after on merchant ships. A Fury on board would make a voyage in rough seas amid predatory pirates exponentially safer. As for Coranis’s reticence to hire a Fury, Llisanya was not as puzzled as Falkren; a Fury would be able to resist a Forgetting spell.
Keeping her knowledge of Coranis’s motivations to herself, Llisanya agreed Falkren was fortunate to snag such a Druid for his crew. “With him as part of your ship’s company, sailors will be signing up quick enough. Seems to me it beats freezing one’s toes off hunting walrus ivory.”
Business concluded, Falkren started bouncing Llisanya’s tits quite energetically, juggling them in his hands. “You got the nicest ‘kegs’ I ever felt, Llisanya.”
“Thanks” Llisanya responded dryly. “I grew them just for you.” Like all men, Falkren was fascinated by how quickly those firm shirt-puppies came to a stop to sit so firmly on her chest whenever he left off juggling them.
Falkren’s new ale arrived. As he took a swig, he thought back to Llisanya’s last visit. Not a week went by since then but he did not think of her lying under him as they fucked.
He wanted her again. He made his move. “I feel I am entitled to a complementary hour in the back room, there, Llisanya. What with all the help I am giving you to get home...”
Llisanya knew she should be asking five silver on principal, but Falkren held all the cards. Llisanya knocked back her mead and wished she had ordered wine instead, seeing how demanding Falkren was being. She put the empty glass down and then reached over to his crotch. She felt hard cock. At least she did not need to waste time getting him ready.
Llisanya stood up, resigned to the fact that she was a whore. “Ok” she agreed as she perched her butt down on the table top and leaned back “but since you are so in need of a piece of tail and I have more errands to do today, just use the table here...unless you are shy.”
Her jacket slipped off her shoulders and her leggings slid to the floor. An entire bar room of horny men admired her figure, Falkren pulled out his boner and mounted her.
The table was sturdy enough. Falkren began a fast fuck, not caring that others were watching. They were looking at Llisanya’s nakedness anyway, not at his fat, hairy ass.
She was just as good as he remembered with her tit in his mouth and her legs wrapped around his waist. He went to town on her. He could hear Llisanya grimace under each thrust. It wasn’t hard to guess why she was so tender. “She’s not the first whore to come off a ship with a sore snatch, eh boys?” The onlookers guffawed. Between hearty toasts, approving jests and long pulls of ale everyone was commenting on how Llisanya’s tits hardly moved though Falkren thrust harder and harder.
He came inside Llisanya. Hot sperm launched from his prick. Raucous drunken cheering filled the tavern as his still partially erect cock slipped out, soaked with pussy juice. Half of his load oozed out of her onto the floor, occasioning an added cheer from the patrons.
Three others paid the five silver for the privilege of having ‘sloppy seconds’, ‘throat-gagging thirds’ and ‘frightful fourths’ with Llisanya on top of the table in front of everyone else.
“Never turn down a paying customer” had been Fiona’s sage advice the day Llisanya stopped working at the Brothel. “That way there will never come a time when you are five silver short of paying the cost of an urgent coachride out of town.”
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