Yes, this could be fun. Lewd fun

“Alright, you got me curious,” you admit, “I guess I have some time until I need to return to my mentor. But I really need some information before I go back. So please don’t just waste my time.”

Justin seems happy with your decision while the halfelf reacts rather shy. The guard looks a little worried but otherwise neutral. The three guys lead you to a small shed behind a house at the border of Cornflower Fields. While walking the halfelf introduces himself as Ebdion and the guard is called Rorin. They are friends with Justin since they were just born.

Inside the shed, you are not exactly surprised to see it contains equipment to distill liquor. Officially, it's forbidden to produce high-proof **** without paying a fee to the local nobleman. Unofficially, however, almost every second family has an improvised distillery somewhere on their estate. Even your very law-abiding father often turned the leftover fruit after the winter into liqueur with you and your brothers. And afterwards he gave a bottle to the tax collector so he keeps quiet about it.

The guys are not that different. They regularly make some **** out of apples and either drink it alone or sell it to the local tavern for a little money. And today it seems Justin plans to use some of the **** to make you drunk. Well, you already expected something like this.

With some **** and the promise that you will not report their illegal side business, the mood quickly becomes very relaxed. And soon you chat like old friends. However, you need to make sure to not get drunk, because you still need to get the information and you really don’t want to fight a hangover and a chimera at the same time.

The good thing is, that Rorin helps you follow your plan and tells you very quickly about everything the guard has already found out. There are five victims and one adventurer who went missing while trying to solve the problem for the village. The farms close to the forest had the most attacks and the guard assumes that the monster lives in one of the caves. Sadly, there are some in the forest and they are too tight to search them with a big group of soldiers.

However, Justin mentions that there also is the old bandit hideout in the forest, which is also close to the farms that got attacked. Rorin wants to push that aside, but you want to hear more. Chimeras are created by dark mages to be living weapons. They can understand simple commands and often are used to buildings rather than caves. This could be exactly the information you looked for.

“Well, you really learn something every day,” Justin mumbles and empties his bottle, “so, you have what you came for? I guess you are not staying long enough to give us something we want in return. I don’t ask for much, just a little fun under drunken friends. And only if you are up for it. You are not a prudish church girl, right?”

“Oh, do you really think you already made me drunk enough for such a shameless, lewd behavior?” you ask, but pull down the cleavage of your robe a little with a naughty grin, “well, you did help me, but I need some more convincing. I want to see the goods first.”

“Yeah, tits,” Ebdion suddenly cheers loud and hugs you out of the blue while burring his face in some bulges of your robe, which are not really your breasts.

“What the hell?” you ask surprised, “ how much **** did you had already?”

“Not much,” Rorin replies laughing, “Ebdion is a halfelf. Elves are usually very weak drinkers. Half a bottle of our stuff is enough to knock him out and draw silly things on his forehead.”

“Really, I have to test this with Omboran when I come back,” you say laughing and gently lift Ebdion’s face away from your belly, “alright, guys, you convinced me. I will not take your cocks in any of my holes, but get naked and I will show you some magic.”

“Deal,” Justin says and drops his pants to reveal his very average cock, “I don't want to be a father right now anyway.”

You pull off your robe and give the guys access to your boobs. While Justin fondles your tits, you reach out to Ebdion and pull him closer. He is not too drunk to understand what you want and begins kissing you. Rorin keeps a little distance, but you can see he is stoking his cock.

“You know, Ebdion,” you say between two kisses, “there is another halfelf in my guild who asked me out ”

“Oh, really?” Ebdion babbles drunk, “well I am glad to help. Who would I be to not help my own kind.”

“You halfelfs really get every girl,” Rorin says amused, “why do you feel discriminated against by us humans again?”

You ignore the comment and put your hand in Ebdion's pants to take care of his cock. With your other hand you begin to milk the cock of Justin. Justin tries to get some kisses too and Rorin wants to get a piece of your ass to fondle. And before you know it, you find ourself on the ground with two cocks in your hands, a jerking soldier over you, a drunk halfelf gently sucking on your nipple and a you are not sure which one of the guys is currently fingering your pussy. Whoever it is, he is very good and has slender fingers. You can feel you are getting closer and closer to climax.

“Alright guys,” you gasp between some kisses, “it is getting dark, I need to go back to my mentor. And you need to go back home. Get done. Whoever comes first gets the last kiss.”

“Gods, this kiss is mine,” Justin says tense and tries to speak up your milking, but your controlling grip is hard as steel. In the end it is Rorin who shoots his load first down in the dry grass. Justin is the second one and Ebdion needs a some more time, but in his state you wonder how much he recognizes about everything around him. His headache tomorrow will be horrible. But after a minute of milking and caressing his face, he is ready to cover a nearby wooden fence post with his white cum too.

“Thank you, Gîl naethon nedhu, na vedui,” mumbles Ebdion, who is now lying in the grass with the face down and looks like he is about to sleep immediately.

“Nosta na gîr, meleth nín o eledh,” you reply smiling, “and thank you Omboran, for the language lessons. Hey, guys, can you take care of him.”

“It's not the first time he can't handle a drink,” Rorin replies gentle and pets Ebdion's head, “I will take him home, don't worry. And thank you. Both for the fun evening and for saving our asses from this beast.”

You give Rorin the promised kiss for his victory on the cheek, get dressed and head back to the tavern. The **** is not a problem. You drank not much. And you must say this was nice. Some brainless fun with guys who are just like the ones in Hardwood. Maybe, if you wouldn't be a mage, you would soon get married to a guy that is very similar to these ones. The only thing you regret is, that you are the only one without orgasm. But you can't have everything. The most important thing is, you have the information for Tocar.

Dear readers, the part where the MC speaks elvish is translated by the website Mr. Dialect from German to Sindarin. Please understand that I have no knowledge about elven language and I am sorry for every spelling mistake. It is supposed to mean, >you beautiful angel on earth< and >Sleep gentle, my frind from a nother race<.