Tavern wench's toy

A hand grabs your chin and pulls your face to point back up at the ceiling. Your pale left cheek glows from the blow that could not wake you. Fingers pull open your heavy eyelids and reveal green eyes that do not sparkle in the dark room. Your normally sharp gaze is blank and unlit by intelligence. Your eyes are open but they do not see. If they did they would recognize one of the inn’s serving wenches, and you might remember the name Anora.

Anora is tall and slim, with long pale blonde hair that seems to have a tinge of red in it places. Her nose is broad, her eyebrows expressive, and wide mouth turns up at the end to slip into an easy smile which is often lascivious or wicked. Her skin is golden, but there are tinges of red in places too. Though she has no horns it may be that she has tiefling heritage, or at least a splash of the infernal in her blood. Like many serving women she flashed her cleavage and thighs to the patrons in the bar to increase her tips, but she was also amongst those who eyefucked you for a few moments.

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Now she lowers her face to yours and takes a long lick of your crimson cheek. She looks briefly into your empty green eyes; her brown eyes burn with intense forbidden passion. This eyefucking will be far from the only fucking she gives you. Then she clamps her mouth over yours and her tongue invades your warm **** oral cavity. In your **** sleep your body barely responds as Anora kisses you. There is no love in her kiss, only lust and a fierce desire to claim you.

Anora breaks the ravishing kiss and looks into your open insensible green eyes. There is no flicker of consciousness. Despite the darkness of the room your pupils are constricted pinpricks. In the green of each of your large irises swims a mote of glowing pink, the same shade as the fumes Anora made you breathe. In your open mouth your tongue begins a slow dance.

The tavern wench returns her wide mouth to yours. But now still sound asleep you kiss back. Her kiss is demanding and conquering, and you are yielding and surrendering, as you slide your tongue against hers. The pair of pink motes swimming in your irises glow brighter.

“It’s true what they say of Lucretia’s faith,” Anora breaks the kiss to whisper foul lies in your pointed ear. “Paladin? You are all whores. Well, slut, if you’re on a pilgrimage to fuck anything that moves I’ll give you what want.”

Anora whips off the sheet covering you. You are revealed beneath to be in your cotton undergarments. They are little more than a small pair of panties and cotton shirt. Your entire bottom half apart from your most sacred parts is exposed. Your cotton shirt is clearly not equipped to deal with your large breasts, and your ruby red nipples are obvious through the thin fabric.

Anora climbs atop your legs and carefully pushes your shirt up your belly to reveal your generous c-cup tits. Your large soft breasts, as pale and unblemished as the rest of your flawless half-elven skin, are too big for Anora’s small hands. But she makes the attempt as she roughly squeezes and kneads them. Your motherly gifts from Lucretia, round, firm and bountiful, are nothing more than objects for her to possess and ****. Your body reacts immediately, your pale red nipples stiffening quickly and growing darker in hue. In each of your green irises two more glowing motes of pink begin to swim.

“I was afraid you tits might be a disappointment… Nothing but padding beneath your armor’s proud boasts. Magnificent!”

You are **** of the twisted compliment as Anora bends to suck a stiff nipple into her hot mouth. She swirls her tongue over the sensitive nub, and bites and tugs at the teat not-roughly-enough to leave a mark. Your tit is wet with her saliva, and your holy pussy is growing wet with **** arousal. A wanton moan emerges distorted from your sleeping dreaming body. The pink motes circling in your green eyes glow brighter.

Anora pulls you up to a rough sitting position, and you flop forwards and a little to one side. It is enough. She pulls your thin shirt off over your head. She is surprisingly tender and careful after her rougher treatment of your soft tits. But if you were awake you would realize she has no care for you, only for your clothes. She intends to leave no evidence of her presence.

She pushes you back again and you fall, head hitting the pillow with the softest of thumps and a delicate snore as air is expelled from your open mouth. She pulls your legs up, hooking thumbs into the band of your panties, and swiftly and smoothly pulls the panties down your legs and off your feet. You are naked now.

Anora has been posing your sleeping body like a soft floppy doll on the bed. She licks her lips and poses her beautiful pale-skinned half-elven doll in a new position. She parts your legs and the warm red slash of your tight paladin pussy beneath your ginger pubes is more fully revealed. It is not enough. Her hands go to your thighs and she moves your legs till your knees are level with your hips and your feet almost touch. A feminine hand spreads your pure pussy open, revealing your inverted labia lips and the hidden pearl of your clitoris. The attention Anora has paid your mouth and breasts has left you wet. Very wet.

The trio of pink motes in each of your eyes glow brighter, like comets they have fainter glowing tails now as they circle in the diminishing green of your irises.

“I do so love playing with a new toy,” Anora’s soft words are followed with a quiet cruel laugh.

Bewitched, asleep and unaware, you are the tavern wench Anora’s helpless fuckdoll.