Epilogue: Liquid Courage

"Damn, guild knows how to pick 'em."

You grin at the charming adventurer as you continue bobbing his head over his cock. You don't need to work too hard, since his friend is helping you from behind. Each thrust of the cock in your pussy practically forces you to the base of the one in your mouth. Very convenient, though most people just stare at you when you mention this.

"Doesn't bother you that she's... he's... a guy?" the faceless one behind you says. You never got a good look at him before he bent you over, but his dick is thicker than average, so you don't mind.

"Psh, hardly. She's cute as hell, I mean, look at that face. Or those tits." You beam up at him and he rewards you with a particularly rough thrust. He's lucky you've gotten past your gag reflex, most girls would be gagging after that one. "I guess you can't quite get over it?"

"It's not a huge deal. Besides, I'm technically not really 'with another woman,' am I?"

Ooh, a real comedian, too. Thick's girl was a lucky one. You don't know why they think you aren't a woman, though. You'd explain it all to them, but that would require not sucking Prince Charming's dick, which would be impolite. It's the duty of the guild hearth-girl to attend to the needs of the brave heroes resting here, after all.

Too soon, they relieve their loads inside of you, and you swallow it down greedily. "Done already?" you pout as they retrieve their clothes. The charmer guffaws at your words, his appetizing cock still half-hard and swinging in front of you.

"Damn, you really are a horny little thing, aren't you? What's your name, anyways?"

"My what?"

"Your... eh?" he stares, eyes wide. "Wow. Freaky. Guild doesn't fuck around."

"Tellin' you, 's what happens if you don't pay Guild dues on bounties. Marson told me so."

"Whatever. Let's go."

You're thoroughly perplexed, but you can't really stop them from leaving. You put on the bare minimum of clothing before heading out of the washroom to find somebody else to help out. Your eyes are quickly drawn to a towering barbarian, and you almost orgasm just from thinking about the other "great sword" he must be be carrying. You practically skip towards him, and he looks down from somewhere near the ceiling to appraise you. "Well hello, sir!" you greet him, voice sweet and seductive. "Welcome to our guild hall. Have you traveled far? We have a spa here for weary heroes, and I'd love to offer my services. I've heard wonderful things about the fighting prowess of our esteemed Northern warriors..."

The giant man chuckled deeply. "If I understand your meaning, then I certainly appreciate the offer, but I'm afraid I have business to do. Another time, perhaps."

You deflate slightly, but you keep your face chipper. "Of course! We're always open for our brave men, after all."

You leave the gentle giant to his business, and begin to look for another potential partner when something very different catches your eye. A young man, clad in tough leather a size too large and mail that was in dire need of repair. He walks strangely, and you realize it's due to his sword scraping along the marble floor on every other step. You approach him curiously, and wave him down. "Is everything alright?" you ask him. "You look a little lost."

He blushes furiously and snaps, "I-I'm not lost! I'm supposed to be here!"

"Oh!" you cover your mouth to hide your amusement. "Please forgive me. Can I help you in any way? I work for the guild, by the way."

"Yeah," he replies with a huff. "It's fine. This is my first day, and I was looking for the alchemist. Apparently I need some-"

"Liquid courage?" you interrupt him, a slow smile spreading across your cheeks.

"Y-yeah," he says, surprised. "I guess everyone knows about it."

"Oh, not everyone. I do, though. You'll find the man just down that hallway, on the right. If it smells like sulfur, knock before you go in."

"Right," he says, looking a little worried. "It's, uh, it works, right? The liquid courage stuff?"

"Oh, absolutely," you reply, "I promise you'll love the results."

"Great. That's a relief; it sounded a little sketchy when the old guy talked about it," he exhales. "Thanks for the help! I-I'll see you later, maybe?"

"I'm here all the time," you assure him, and his blush is really quite cute. Then, he runs off, overly long sword swinging awkwardly on his leg, leaving you to watch him go.

You're looking forward to having a friend to work with.

BAD END