Humble Beginnings: Gilia, tiefling barmaid

The Crooked Cock Inn stands along the road in Mudrin, a leaning, decrepit old building barely worthy of the word tavern, let alone its grandiose pretensions to being an inn. The taproom is dingy and ill-lit, and the handful of bedrooms upstairs (usually empty) are flea-infested firetraps. It's not a good inn, but it is the closest thing the sorry town of Mudrin has to one, so it sees a fair amount of custom from the locals. On the rare occasion that there are travelers coming through, they end up patronizing it too. All of that, plus a few shrewd investments, has made its owner, Luron, one of the wealthiest men in town. In a just world, that would make him kind and generous, too, but Luron is a hard man.

Gilia's finding out just how hard he is now, in fact.

The buxom tiefling wench is bent over a cask in the Cock's storeroom, skirt around her waist and one hand clamped to her mouth to try to stifle her shrieks as the half-orc owner - and her employer - ruthlessly fucks her from behind. Her reddish-orange skin is covered in a slight sheen of sweat, and her black hair, worn in a short bob, is in disarray. The short, bull-like horns that rise from her forehead and the pointed tail emerging from the base of her spine (now twitching as it wraps around Luron's shoulder) make her ancestry clear for all to see: she is a tiefling, blood tainted by the powers of Hell itself. A mark of power, sometimes, but always a mark of shame.

Luron drives the point home as he drives his cock into her. "Ugh! Yeah! Take that, you hellspawn whore." Gilia yelps as he reaches forward with one hand and grabs one of her horns, pulling her head back roughly. She pants as she feels his cock ramming against her inmost wall. "Gonna cum in your damned womb..."

Gilia whimpers, but grits her teeth and grips the edge of the cask. Luron is usually a rough, quick fuck. Every couple of days the mood takes him and he grabs one of the girls who works for him and takes her into the back room - this just happens to be her turn. Though her turn does seem to come up more often than the other girls'...but then, lots of men want to fuck a tiefling. Forbidden fruit, and all that.

As if on cue, she feels Luron's cock start to twitch inside her. "Fuuuuck!" the half-orc roars, letting go of Gilia's horn to grab her waist as he thrusts himself deep inside her and begins to cum. Gilia can't hold back a moan of pleasure as she feels his spunk start to coat her insides, hot and sticky. Satisfying her boss might be a chore, but a part of her does enjoy it...

As Luron finishes, panting, he slips his softening cock from her and slaps her on the rump - not gently. "Gods above, you're a tempting little fuck. I should keep my hands off you, you slut...probably damn meself to Hell." He says something like this every time he finishes fucking her, and Gilia, facing away from him, rolls her eyes. "Go on, clean up your mess."

"Yessir." Gilia hoists herself off the cask and, restraining a sigh, drops to her knees. The burly man's greenish-gray cock hangs in front of her, semi-hard and shining with their mingled fluids, and Gilia obediently leans forward and runs her tongue up, down, and around it, lifting it carefully with one hand to get the underside as well. Luron sighs contentedly as she finishes and sits back.

"Well. Guess I'll keep yeh on, then, eh?" He grins down at her toothily, small tusks from his orcish heritage making the grin look feral as he cups her cheek with one huge hand. "Get yerself ready for the evenin' rush and join the others. Customers always love ya, might put you on tonight if there's enough people."

"All right," Gilia murmurs, eyes downcast. At least I always make money if I go on...

"Good girl." Luron pats her on the head, laces up his breeches, and strides whistling from the room as Gilia stands and begins to rearrange her skirt. It always takes her a few seconds to slide her tail out through the hole she's cut in the skirt for it, which gives her time to reflect on her dissatisfaction with the world. Having grown up the only daughter of one of a tiny town's few whores (even if part-time), she's never been surprised that a man from Mudrin would feel entitled to fuck her. Her being a tiefling, cursed from birth, only makes her more disposable in the eyes of most folk around here. Her mother had always said that Gilia's father was the arch-devil himself, and swore that she took such precautions with the men who visited her that the only way Gilia could have been conceived was through dark magic. Still, Gilia has to admit that the woman always defended her from would-be predators, and always encouraged her to pursue some life that wasn't prostitution...it was only thanks to her mother's active care that Gilia could read, or play the lyre, which was more than her mother (or most people around here) did. Astrin had protected her and reared her for a better life as best she could.

Until, of course, she'd died last year of the Gray Plague, leaving Gilia alone and nearly penniless at the age of nineteen. Needing work to keep a roof over her head, Gilia had sought more respectable work first...only to find that as a young, poor woman with the mark of Hell on her skin, her options were sharply limited. Knowing what she had to do, she applied to be one of Luron's servers. A short interview later - which Gilia spent mostly on her knees under Luron's desk - she had her job. It's not much, but between bartending and dancing she mostly makes enough to scrape by. Occasionally she makes a little on the side by fucking a lonely local man or a passing merchant, and she's not proud of that - but you do what you have to, in a place like Mudrin.

Which is why what she really wants is to leave - see the world, have adventures. She's been trying to save up for that, but it's hard; she barely makes enough to cover her expenses, and she knows you have to be prepared for anything if you're going to set out on the road. For some time now, she's been waiting for the right person or group to come through, someone who would give her the opportunity to escape...but adventurers are rare in Mudrin.

Her skirt settled, Gilia sighs, smooths her hair, pulls her blouse down slightly to show off a bit more of her cleavage, and heads out into the bar.

Decided to try something slightly different! Gilia is a level 0 character (https://2e.aonprd.com/Rules.aspx?ID=2754); if she can earn/steal/acquire 10 gp to get out of Mudrin, I'll boost her up to level 1 and dual class and start a solo campaign with her!