A Morning Streak

The cold air takes your breath away for a moment, making you shiver involuntarily and feel even more naked than before. You check your status screen to see what happened and find your Divine Protection Active Effect disappeared. Apparently that actually protected you more than you realized, but now that it's gone you cannot concentrate on it to check what exactly it did. You don't really have time for that anyway. The rough stone of the streets is now hurting your feet, having also lost the mundane protection of your shoes even if it was just thick cloth. You protectively hold your arms over your breasts, not out of shame but to keep some of your body heat. It doesn't help much.

At first you run quickly through the awakening city that barely provides any cover besides the dwindling darkness. Dodging the guards though is more difficult than you anticipated; they seem to be patrolling periodically through all streets and you have to stay between patrols, going at the same slow walking speed as them to not get caught. Thankfully each door indents into the houses just enough to give you partial cover to the sides, so you dash from door to door to stay mostly hidden. You don't have time to think where you're going, your destination mostly determined by the direction the guards are walking in and just hope you'll somehow end up at a friendly place. While you're leaning against a door, waiting for the guards ahead of you to get a move on so you can continue, it suddenly opens. In surprise you take a step towards the street, only to quickly step back in to not be seen by the guards slowly strolling in your direction. Inside you see an elderly man bend over to pick up a bucket with what appears to be waste water, about to be thrown out onto the street through the door, right over you. At the last moment he looks up to finally notice you, just as surprised as you were, stopping the bucket mid swing. Some of the liquid gets past the rim and splashes on the ground between you, making you jump to dodge most of it, only to then end up having to stand in the little puddle with your naked feet in order to stay close to the house out of sight of the guards. The old man stares at you, no, at your breasts, and soon his gaze drops between your legs.

You gulp and try to make the best of the situation. "Hi! Mind if I come in?" He looks back up to your breasts, taking in your hard nipples and finally at your face, only to look sort of past you. You try your best at a friendly smile, but your shivering ruins it a little and then you can tell he is staring at your ears. The lust in his eyes gives way to fear. "Y-you're ... you're an elf!" he exclaims and quickly tries to close the door. "Hey, wait! I have a bit of a situation here as you can see and ...", but before you manage to make up an explanation he yells out "GUARDS!" and you instinctively look down the street. "Shh! They'll hear you!", but it's no use, he closes the door in front of your face and you hear a latch put into place to make sure you're not getting in. "Shit!"

Behind you guards are moving in, not running, but they must have heard the old man calling out and want to check what the commotion is about. Having no other choice you make a run for it, ignoring the yelling of the guards behind you to stop. As you run through the streets the number of guards chasing you seems to be steadily increasing and you worry they'll corner you eventually. You don't want to knock on someone's door; based on the reaction with the old man your chances to be taken in are slim and you don't know anyone. To avoid getting caught you start just trying door handles as you come across them, hoping to find an unlocked home. Maybe the owner of one of the houses works all day and you at least get some temporary rest in one, but so far all the doors have been locked. Finally on your last try before having to face the guards you find a door that opens. You quickly go inside and close it again, leaning against the inner wall looking through a window, half expecting guards to rush in after you, but they seem to all be going past the door. Then you take a look around and realize why the place was open.

It's a tavern with about ten tables and a bar, probably technically open but nobody drinks at this time. Then you see him, a big guy, broad shoulders and thick arms and legs. He wears a simple white linen shirt and brown pants, held up by suspenders on top of the shirt. Your heart races as you assess the man's reaction, wondering if he had been watching you all this time. You try to figure out if you need to flee immediately, but he just stares dumbly at your body. His eyes run all over it and you brush your long hair behind your ears, partially just to get the elf issue over with, but he doesn't seem to notice or care. He takes a few steps closer and you uncomfortably wonder if you should take your chances with the guards instead of this brute, but then get distracted by his big hand slipping into his pants, clearly stroking himself to your image.

You bite your lower lip, unsure what to do. Being lusted after so obviously is a bit arousing, but you're also cold, tired and hungry. Glancing outside again you see that it's bright enough now that you won't really be able to hide on the streets at all anymore, sticking out with your pale skin and black hair against both the houses and the rest of the population, but staying here with this man doesn't seem safe at all either. Maybe if I let him have his way with me and then he'll let me stay? He takes another step closer, getting almost in range to touch you, but then he is interrupted by loud yelling from a woman out of sight. "Olin! Where are you? What are you doing?"
You both look at the corridor the voice came from before looking at each other again. He seems to try to think about what to do with you and finally makes a decision. He drops his pants, giving you full view of the forest of his pubic hair surrounding the penis he has been stroking to full hardness. It looks big. Well, it looks proportionate, he is a big guy after all, but compared to your rather petite form it looks huge. You change your mind; letting him have his way with you is a terrible idea. He staggers forward, his pants around his ankles not allowing him to move properly, but he still manages to grab one breast while your back is against the wall.

"Olin! Why don't you answer me? What are you doing? What ... who do you have there?" You see an older woman come through a corridor, take a look at you, the man's fingers trying to pinch one of your cold nipples, your naked body and finally the naked butt of Olin along with the dumb look on his face as he looks at her over his shoulder. She is not exactly fat but burly and you guess she is around 50 years old, wearing a blouse and a skirt that show off her big cleavage as well as her equally big thighs. She seems to be getting angry and you wonder if you just ruined a marriage.
"Olin! How many times have I told you not to touch yourself like that?" She waddles over to him and then starts hitting his arm with every word. "Get. Away. From. Her!" They look almost comical since he is a good head taller than her, but she is still making him flinch and almost trip and fall over his pants. "Put those back on! And stop wanking!" she pushes him over to a table and stares at him angrily until he pulls his pants back up. Then her eyes turn to you.

"And what do we have here, huh? A naked elf. Oh the fun the guards will have with you." You can't quite tell if that is a threat or if she feels sorry for you. Hoping for the latter you try to convince her not to let them have you. "Please, don't send me away. I just need a place to sleep and some food. I'll be good I swear!" You watch her reaction, her mind apparently going through the options. "How will you pay for it? I can see you don't have any money on you and ... I don't need a whore." You gasp at the accusation and look offended, but considering you thought about letting that big guy fuck you in exchange for a few hours of sleep in a bed she is not far off. "I ... uh ... I can clean and ... help you out?" you offer, but it's more of a plea. She considers again, scratching her cheek. "I could use some help here, but ... you're an elf. You don't get payment." You blink at her, wondering if she is racist or if this is the law here. You plead again. "I just want a place to sleep and some food. I've been up all night. Please." By now your tiredness has caught up and you're at that point where you normally pass out on your bed.

Before she can make up her mind she is interrupted by a loud knock on the door and in that moment you know the guards have finally found you. You give another scared pleading look at her before she nods towards the corridor and you mouth a quick silent "Thank you" before running into it. Just a moment later multiple guards enter in their heavy armor. "Have you seen an elf around? Looks like this." You don't dare to peek at what 'this' is and check out the other rooms connected to the corridor instead. There is a dark storage room, a kitchen, a back door to the streets and stairs going up. You decide to take the stairs, but go slowly to avoid them creaking. Also you want to listen in on what they are arguing about back in the service area. "Maira, it's not that difficult. Pointy ears. Have you seen any?" a guard asks impatiently. "I don't think so." she answers. "There were some guests here yesterday that I didn't recognize, but I don't think any of them had pointy ears. But some of them wore hooded capes, so I'm not sure." The guard scoffs. "What about you, Olin? Seen anyone like this?" In your mind you can imagine clearly the same dumb expression Olin must be giving the guard that he gave you and it makes them lose what little patience they had left.

"That's it, search the place, don't miss a spot!" You hear loud protests from the woman that must be Maira along with the heavy foot steps of more guards rushing in. You quickly move up the stairs, finding multiple bedrooms, a washroom and a window. On a whim you rush to the window that faces the wall of another house about 2 meters away. You climb out and consider dropping down to the streets, but the hard cobble stone about three meters below makes that seem like a bad idea. Also you'd be back at square one, running from guards, only this time they'd see you from far away. Instead you lean out and turn around, look up to the roof and see a wooden sign on the wall with symbols of a bed and a beer glass and start climbing up, using the sign to help scale the otherwise smooth wall. It takes you all your strength to climb up, not even having time to check if anyone might be seeing you from below, but soon you're pulling yourself up by your arms, a feat you would not have been capable of in your real body and lie on top of the straw roof. The tavern seems to be a little taller than other nearby buildings, but in the distance you can see the treasury and other higher buildings that look ready to defend against a siege. You lie down flat without moving, the hard straw poking your skin, hoping to just get lucky to not get spotted. You can hear the guards in the tavern rooms below, opening doors and cabinets while Maira is yelling at them angrily for touching her clothes. Eventually they are done searching and the first guard gives Maira a half-hearted apology. "You can never trust elves, they are vicious creatures. I had to make sure." Maira is fuming with anger. "And you think I'd give someone like that shelter? You're crazy. Out! Out with all of you! Come back later when you're off-duty. And you better throw some rounds!"

After a while you hear the guards leave the tavern and move on to the next building, knock on the door and demand entry. You wonder if they already checked the old man's house and if he had given them a description of you. You consider falling asleep on the roof, but while the rising sun is starting to give you warmth you're still hungry, thirsty and afraid you'll turn in your sleep and fall down to your ****, so instead you make your way back down into the window. Climbing out was easier than climbing in is; you managed to pull yourself up the protruding roof, but now you're having difficulty finding purchase on the window still with your dangling legs. You keep trying to get a foot hold on it without falling backwards, afraid you'll run out of strength before you manage and almost fall in surprise when two big hands grab at your legs and then your hips, pulling you in. Soon you find yourself pressed against Olin's body and slowly slide down against it, wondering how long he had been looking between your legs before helping you while you first tried to feel around for the window still with your feet. There is also the unmistakable bulge pressing against your belly and he looks you directly in the eyes, a deep need in his and tired awkwardness in yours, his iron grip unwilling to let you go.

"You found her!" Maira comes to your rescue again and he looks down. A little too late to hide what he was doing, he reluctantly lets you go and gets out of the way. Mira gives you a relieved look. "Thank you, for not getting caught. I would have gotten punished had they found you here. You earned yourself a stay in the guest room and some food and drink, but you have to help me out later. Deal?" You just nod tiredly and she motions you over to a small room with a bed, a small window, a table, a stool and a big wooden chest at the bottom of the bed. There is a tray on the table with a wooden cup with water, some dried meat and a peeled potato. "Eat up and rest. You'll have lots of work to do in the evening." She looks over to Olin and gets angry again. "Stop staring at the naked girl! Shoo! You have chores to do!" The big man flinches and turns around with a barely audible "Yes, Ma." Maira gives you a smirk and then closes the door.

Finally you're alone in relative safety. You grab the meat and take a bite off it. It's too salty and chewy, but you're too hungry to care. The potato is hard and raw, but thankfully your new teeth are good and you manage to gulp down the food and water quickly before falling onto the bed. The blanket and pillow are thick, warm and soft, something you hadn't felt since you came here. You don't know what will happen to you; neither Maira nor Olin seem to particularly care about your well-being and it is only a matter of time before she will not be there to stop her supposed son from molesting you, but right now you have to sleep. You'll have to figure out a plan and deal with the blinking notifications tomorrow.