Muscle and Magic

"Aye! For that amount we'll surely sign on!" Declared the giant warrior, his name turning out to be Gromm, "To deliver a rock to a mountain. Simple!" He said as he threw back yet another tankard, sloshing the ale slightly across the table.

The sorceress Zara just smiled and chuckled, though her own beverage consumption wasn't any slouch. You had approached them at the tavern and pitched the assignment, with Gromm quickly accepting. You got the impression he'd agree to just about any task you offered, provided the pay was right.

Zara had given a slight nod towards Clara during your discussion, though otherwise maintained a friendly disposition and said very little. Her magical aura remained mysterious, but your experience was that many sorcerers were hesitant to reveal their strengths in casual conversation, and this had the feeling of being more than that.

She was easy on the eyes. Exotic. Her complexion, somewhere between ebony and deep chocolate, her dark eyes, and a multitude of tightly braided locks which cascaded from her head. She was very buxom, with ample breasts packed tight within a leather and linen get-up that appeared equal parts sorceress and thief. Her cleavage was practically horizontal and her abs and midriff were bare. Her toned physique was on full display and it was a struggle to maintain your thoughts while her chest heaved with every laugh or huff of amusement.

The fact that Gromm was unknowingly offering up his woman's charms for the taking, or rather, the plundering, as a part of this deal was merely icing on the cake.

Clara sat next to you and seemed as reticent as ever. She had not spoken with their prospective companions any more than she needed to in order to answer a question directed towards her. While the sorceress's silence seemed sultry and playful, Clara's was simply disinterested. She was also eyeing the duo's familiarity.

There was certainly physical affection there. Gromm made no effort to be discreet as he groped the sorceress' firm, juicy bottom at any opportunity. She had a predatory gleam in her eye that suggested the huntress might like being chased, once she'd finished leading the prey, you, to the slaughter.

"And what is the nature of this... stone we are to secret to the Temple?" Zara asked.

You shrugged and lied, "It's a rock. The King wants us to return it. That's all I know."

"A man after my own heart! To business and no fuss!" Gromm interjected.

As the four of you drank and chatted, it became clear that Gromm and Zara would do just fine to round out the team. Zara would be a powerful spell caster, a great boon to any party, and Gromm could handle most threats the wilderness or bandit gangs could throw at you. Clara would keep to the shadows, keeping watch while Gromm drew attention away from Zara. You, of course, would do the leading and the problem solving.

You had asked about Gromm and Zara's recent work and Gromm launched into a series of stories that would have seemed outrageous had it not been for the size of their teller.

"...and then, I just grabbed the demon by the neck!" Gromm exclaimed, throwing his massive arm skyward. "Tossed him a few hundred feet! We were all saved! Then..."

Gromm went on about the fight, with you catching Zara smiling out of the corner of your eye. She seemed endlessly amused by the burly warrior's enthusiasm.

Eventually when the big man paused to gulp down another tankard you interjected.

Confident in your god's blessing, you leaned in and asked Gromm, "So. Is your tart-" you nodded at Zara, "-as good in the sack as she looks?"

Gromm guffawed and grinned while Zara raised one curious eyebrow at you. Clara remained stone faced at your side, but shifted in her seat.

Gromm nodded, "Zara here's the best bedwarmer this side of the Great Oasis! Always wet, always willing. Aren'tcha girl?" He leered and gave his sorceress a firm smack on the ass, prompting a yelp and a smoldering smile.

You smirked. This was going to be great.

"Well in that case. I'd like to take this opportunity to discuss the sorts of duties I expect from the ladies of the party," you said, locking eyes with the sorceress.

"Duties?" Gromm looked confused.

"Of course," you answered. "I want to make sure we're all on the same page. This will be the first time I've had a lady on the team who's already got a man. I want to make sure my privileges are understood."

The barbarian's furrowed brow smoothed and he grinned widely, nodding sagely, "Ohhh! Yea! 'Course! I know that. Figure my sweet lass' charms are half the reason you signed us up. Right?!" He beamed.

You nodded conspiratorially and gave Gromm a wink, "So I'd like to make sure the lady understands her... obligations."

Gromm grinned and shrugged at Zara, giving her rounded backside another squeeze. The sorceress, who had remained quiet thus far, finally spoke, "I suppose it's only fair. I've heard of adventurer leaders and bosses expecting sexual services in exchange for employment." Her expression had turned sultry, "You will find my talents... quite generous, Alan."

"I'd enjoy it if you called me Master." You smirked, the drinks emboldening you.

Zara purred, "Certainly... master."

Gromm nodded along throughout this exchange and clapped a hand on your shoulder. His enthusiasm was infectious. He laughed heartily and gave you a jovial shove. "Well then. Let's get down to it! Shall we? No need for more drink, no? Let's get to the fucking!"

He started to reach out for Clara who shifted very quickly out of his reach.

"No," you corrected the big man, "Only I fuck Clara. She's mine."

The elf in question's cheeks burned red at this proclamation, but her posture revealed no other sign of concern.

"Aye?" Gromm shrugged and nodded, "That's alright. Plenty of woman for me here, eh Zara?" He pulled his sorceress in, his large hands palming her impressive tits through her top. He kissed and groped her while she purred appreciatively.
Clara continued to look stoically ahead. You decided to get started.

"Come here, Zara." you commanded, thoroughly enjoying your freedom to do this sort of thing in the middle of your favorite tavern's crowded common room.

Zara smirked, nodded and slid from Gromm's grasp. She approached and you guided her between your legs, positioning her facing away and bent over at the waist over the table. Her ass was large and shapely and hung invitingly before your seated frame. Zara made no move to right herself or protest and you began to grope her ample ass with both hands. Squeezing and palming the soft, dark flesh was intoxicating and you couldn't help yourself. The sorceress had one of the finest rears you've ever seen. A thick and meaty bubble butt, with round, toned cheeks that could only result from extensive time spent fighting on foot. You could practically taste the sex appeal oozing off her.

Gromm just sat back and watched as you groped his sorceress, drinking deeply from a new tankard. Clara watched silently, a faint blush spreading across her face and her green eyes fixated on Zara's ass in your hands.

You caught her attention with a small wave of your hand and then you patted your bulging crotch pointedly. Clara quickly understood your meaning and, after only a brief hesitation, stood and moved towards you. She stepped around Zara and stood beside your chair. Kneeling, she quickly freed your stiffening cock and began to suckle at your member, using her mouth to get you stiff and primed.

Your new comrade noticed and grinned broadly, raising his tankard to you. Zara gasped lightly as your groping turned rough and demanding. Your fingers kneading her doughy flesh like a baker's.

Once you were rock hard you gave Clara's head a little push, guiding her to stop her fellatio. She did so and returned to her seat, wiping the saliva from her lips. You gave Zara's round rump a hard, firm slap, savoring the meaty impact of your palm.

"Drop those drawers." You commanded, your tone brooking no argument. You couldn't believe you'd only just met this woman and now she was just submitting herself to you sexually. The situation was making you dizzy.

Zara immediately obeyed, deftly reaching back to her waist and pulling down a series of laces that held her leather and linen outfit together. Her outfit was like a bodysuit and was clearly custom fitted. Once the lacings were loosened she shimmied and wriggled her hips in a lewd little dance, her ass jiggling, rolling and bouncing in rhythm with her efforts. Her motions succeeded in peeling down her bodysuit and a round, naked ass was quickly revealed.

Large and heart shaped, the sorceress's bare bottom was a thing of beauty. Tight and round, she had an almost perfect peach of a rear end. Dark chocolate cheeks, toned and firm but with just the right amount of thickness. The globes of her bottom rippled invitingly as she arched her back and shook her hips side to side for you, pouty, fat cuntlips between her legs, visible and glistening. Gromm hadn't been lying. She really was eager and receptive.

You took hold of her plush hips and guided right down onto your rigid, throbbing shaft. Zara moaned and purred in pleasure as your thick, mushroom head sank into her. Wet and hungry for it, Zara's dark cuntlips engulfed you greedily, stretching to accommodate your manhood. Her inner walls clung tightly to your girth and soon you were balls deep and groaning in satisfaction.

Gromm whistled in appreciation at the sight and Clara blushed and squirmed uncomfortably. She kept her eyes averted from the act of copulation taking place between the two of you, but didn't rise to leave or object to the spectacle.

Zara gave a few testing rolls of her hips, her firm, muscled ass rolling and grinding against your groin and abdomen.

"How is he?" asked Gromm.

Zara purred and groaned, "Wonderful."

Gromm smirked, raised his tankard and took another deep pull. He seemed content to sit back and watch you take his woman right in front of him.

Your hands tightened their grip on the sorceress's ample ass and you began to pull her up and down, using her firm, bouncy backside to guide her on and off your prick. She let you set the pace and took to her "duties" eagerly, moaning and panting as you fucked her in the middle of the common room.

Clara sat rigidly next to you, eyes fixed firmly away from the rutting couple and doing her best to ignore the lurid fucking taking place mere feet away from her.

Your equipment is oversized but given Gromm's over seven foot frame, she might be used to having a sizable slab of meat buried between her cheeks. You decide to give her a real ride, gripping her hips and beginning to pound upward into her, driving your full, swollen length into her.

Zara yelps and coos, but doesn't slow down or resist as your fuck her even harder. Your thick cock drives repeatedly in and out of her slippery fuckhole and Gromm seems to enjoy watching her get railed.

Clara continues to stare anywhere else, a faint flush rising in her cheeks. Her breathing has turned heavy and shallow and her face looks conflicted.

You are enjoying the sorceress's eager compliance and are eager to push things a bit more.

You're getting a bit of an audience from the nearby tables, with a few patrons giving you appraising glances or chuckles. You decide to push things even further and begin to speak to Clara while pounding Zara.

"Clara? Are you ready to be my good girl?" you ask as Zara groans and grunts with your powerful thrusts.

Clara hesitates then nods slowly, not meeting your eye.

"Pull your top up. Show off your breasts to the room." you demand and Gromm cheers.

Clara hesitates again, glancing at Zara being fucked bent over the table just a foot or so away. Then she steels herself and quickly jerks her shirt up, revealing two perfect elf teats. Small, tight and perky, her nipples are stiff with excitement and her petite breasts have a lovely jiggle with her body as you hammer away.

The bystanders now have a real show and are enjoying it.

Zara moans and pants as you continue your hard pounding of her dripping pussy. Her soft, round ass is now coated in a sheen of sweat, causing her dark skin to shine as you thrust up and into her, her asscheeks wobbling and jiggling each time you meet them.

Aroused by the debauchery and the audience, you grunt and hammer even harder into the sorceress's warm, eager depths. Zara begins to shudder and her inner walls spasm around your invading member. She grips the edges of the table hard and grits her teeth as she cries out.

She climaxes, hard. Throwing her head back and bucking wildly against you, her fat ass wobbling and shaking as she convulses in orgasmic bliss.

Gromm laughs and howls approvingly, pounding his fist on the table and cheering. Clara bites her lower lip and watches with embarrassment as another woman is brought to climax at your hands... well... cock.

Zara is now a mewling, panting mess and you hold her hips fast, pounding her into submission with hard, hammering strokes.

Your orgasm rushes forth and you have no intention of pulling out. With a final grunt and thrust you hilt yourself balls deep, pressing Zara flat onto the table, her tits squishing beneath her.

You unload inside her, pumping your hot, potent cream directly into the sorceress's tight, clutching womb.
"Take it you bitch!" you growl at her, your hands gripping her fleshy ass hard enough to bruise.

Zara moans and whimpers in submission as your potent seed coats her inner walls. You fill her to the brim and more, your excess spilling forth and trickling down her thighs and down the table.

Your lust and desire fulfilled for the moment, you pull back and withdraw from Zara, admiring her well used, freshly fucked pussy.

"Mmm." you moan with satisfaction. Clara and Gromm likewise appreciate the spectacle, Clara turning beet red and averting her gaze again, Zara's juices still running down her thighs and you holding the sorceress open, your milky seed oozing forth from her freshly fucked quim.

As you dress, you tell Gromm, "I think this is the start of a beautiful partnership."

Gromm guffaws and laughs heartily, Zara clambers up, still a bit glassy eyed, and seats herself in his lap, your cream oozing from her freshly used snatch. Clara is silent and red faced, quickly pulling her top down and trying not to make eye contact with anyone.