Meeting an old friend.

And after Tiras had said this, Alazne found out that it might in fact be very possible indeed to live off of his cum alone.

The first blast of his sticky white spunk caught the top-heavy brunette off guard, causing two strings of thick jizz to spray from her nostrils while the rest of it filled her mouth. But Alazne waisted no time acting surprised, and quickly swallowed the mouthful of hot, salty cum before the second blast of Tiras' spunk sprayed from his twitching cock.

When Tiras had finally emptied his beefy balls, he pulled his hips back and slowly extracted his cock from Alazne's throat. The fist-size crown of his member finally left the brunette's mouth with a soft pop, and Tiras released a loud, pleased sigh...But Alazne wasn't done with his monstercock however...

Strings of saliva and pearly white jizz still clung to the hung stud's monstrous dick, and were connected to Alazne's full, pouty lips. And the brunette wasn't too keen on letting any of Tiras' salty spunk escape, so before he could pull away she wrapped her small, dainty hands around the heavy, vein-ridged shaft and pulled Tiras closer to her...

But before Tiras could question what she was doing, though he should know by now, his massive member cast a shadow over the brunette's beautiful face...and he felt her tongue tickling the underside of his sensitive cock. He groaned in response to Alazne's skilled tongue finding every wad of his jizz, and it didn't take to long for his member to twitch before releasing a welter of prejizz, which ended up smacking against the wall.

Only when Tiras' monstercock was completely clean, and shining with saliva, did Alazne stop treating his mighty member to a tongue bath. She giggled as she looked over a shoulder to see the large patch of precum drying on the kitchen wall, and then turned back to Tiras with hot, smoky eyes.

“So,” Alazne started, ignoring the rope of prejizz that flew over her head to once again splash against the wall. “What do you want to do next, lover?”

“Uh, actually,” Tiras started. “I wanted to visit an old war buddy of mine who opened a bar here in town, he might help us with out money situation.” he explained.

“Oh...” was Alazne's response. The brunette didn't bother to hide her disappointment.

“You can come with me.” Tiras quickly said, but Alazne responded by shaking her head and smiling broadly.

“I think it's sweet that you're already trying to find ways to make some money, for the both of us,” she explained. “And even though I'd love to have this glorious fat cock of yours pounding away at all my holes while I scream until my voice grows hoarse...” she added hotly, while stroking his saliva-coated member. “It's more important for us both to make some money so we can fix up the place. Then we can see about spending our days rutting like animals.” she said with an impish grin before removing her hands from Tiras' cock.

“R-right.” was Tiras' weak response to that explanation.

“Now, go visit your buddy, I'm sure you two haven't seen each other in quite a while,” Alazne told Tiras reassuringly while getting to her feet. “In the meantime, I'll see about cleaning this place up and getting rid of most of the broken furniture.”

“I'll come back quickly.” Tiras told her, before placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Oh you better.” Alazne said with a naughty grin, as she squeezed one of his buttocks.

It was with some **** that Tiras had left Alazne. Mostly because he would miss spending his time with her, but also because he had to wear some of her uncle's clothes which were much too tight. The women he passed as he walked through the Kettle to find his old friend's bar didn't seem to mind much though, and did not hide the fact that they were eyeing his muscular body...or the sizeable bulge that ran down his left pant-leg.

When he did finally leave the Kettle he thought no more women would eye him like a piece of meat, or proposition him for a good time...but apparently the streets between the Kettle and the Merchant Quarters were filled with female merchants and adventurers looking for a good time, and none of the skimpy dressed women were shy about looking him over or fondling him as they passed...

But luckily he soon saw the building he was looking for. A broad building made from sand-coloured stones built in the style of a Jahdi home with a flat roof and, if Tiras' guess about the origins of the splashing and gleeful giggles were correct, it had a pool on it. A wooden sign hanging above the door had a stylized carving of oasis with some palm trees on it, and in the water written in yellow letter the words 'The Oasis' were written.

Tiras quickly stepped in to avoid the pinching fingers and groping hands of the women on the street, and took in the smells of smoke, ale and spices. The place wasn't like the Bow and Anchor at all! The floor was made of stone, instead of wood, and covered in most places by thick, Jahdi rugs. Tall, glass windows let in a lot of light and instead of chairs the clientèle, which mostly consisted of people from the Jahdi Empire or the surrounding countries, sat on comfortable looking pillows placed in front of low, round tables.

“Tiras, is that really you?” the bartender asked as he looked up from the mug he was cleaning.

“Ratim...yes, it's me.” Tiras said with a cheerful grin as he approached the man.

He had fought side-by-side with the man during the Jahdi revolt, and he knew that Ratim was a master of the curved swords his people fought with. The former Jahdi mercenary was short, lean and quick with a blade, a dangerous enemy to face despite the normally cheerful act he put on. His dark eyes always sparkled mischievously, and his beak-like nose looked like it had been broken more than once...the bushy black beard was new though.

“So, I guess you managed to achieve your dream of starting your own inn?” Tiras asked as he took place at the bar, the Oasis did seem to have bar stools like every other bar in Tharros.

“Yup! Aiza and I made quite a lot of money during the wars and after, but after she got pregnant we decided to settle down here and quit the warrior life,” Ratim explained, while he pointed at two weapons mounted to the wall. A scimitar and shortbow. “We mounted our weapons, and haven't picked them up since.”

“Good to hear,” Tiras replied with a grin as he clasped the man's hand and shook it firmly. “And where is Aiza now?”

“Giving the twins some swimming lessons,” Ratim explained. “The regulars aren't too happy about not getting some fun in the pool, but hey the kids come first. Anyway, have a beer. On the house.”

Tiras took the mug of ale the man offered, and slowly drank it while talking with Ratim of days gone by. They talked about the war, the bloody fights they had. And Ratim told him of his children, about the bar. And what sort of naughty things he and his wife did with their customers when the children went to bed.

“So, what do you really need?” the bartender finally asked. “I know you're not here only to catch up with me.”

“You see right through me don't you?” Tiras replied with a grin. “I need some work, I plan to get back into the adventuring game. Hunting treasures, fighting things. You know the deal.”

“Tiras, I told you I am no longer-”

“I know, Ratim. I wasn't going to ask you to join up with me,” Tiras said, cutting off the bartender. “But this is a bar with dark, shady corners. You know, a place where adventurers would like to meet up,” he joked. “You know of anyone that might need some money? Maybe someone from the old mercenary outfit?” he asked.

“Well...there is someone,” Ratim said, thinking aloud. “But I'm not sure how much help she would be to you.”

“What? Why? Who is she?” Tiras asked.