Power Play

Gray gave a deep grunt of pleasure as his cock slid into his wife's warm depths. Her thick, muscular green legs where wrapped around him, forcing him in deep. Sha'kir was on her stomach across a small table that allowed him easy access from behind while his dark haired lover greedily slurped and suckled on their most recent employer's cock. The man was hulking brute known as Crush in his little corner of the world. Unlike Sha'kir who was full blooded Orc, Crush was only a half-Orc, but he still had the size and temperment, even without the dark green skin. Crush was a good person when you got to know him and the pair of mercenaries had often come to him for work and other distractions when they were in the area.

Gray gave his wife's ass a hard slap that had her cooing around Crush's large dick. The Larger man grimaced as one of her stubby tusks almost stabbed his balls, but didn't let that deter him from enjoying the warm mouth and full lips that accompanies the offending spikes. After a few deep thrusts, Gray called for a switch and Crush accepted with little more than a nod. Sha'kir gave the big brute's balls one final lick before turning back to her husband and devouring his cock lustily. Her loved the ways she opened up her throat and took him all the way. Even though he was human, his cock was on par with someone like Crush and on most occasions if she gagged, it was on his cock and not someone else's. The trio continued like this until their patron came, bellowing his climax like a war cry. Sha'kir loved when they came inside her and it made her suck Gray all the harder. Her long tongue suddenly wrapped around his cock and began milking him while she sucked. Gods, but she knew how to use that mouth! Gray echoed his comrade's cry and filled his wife's hungry mouth.

A few minutes later, the trio were dressed and Crush was behind the bar, calling out to his kitchen staff that the bar would be opening up again in fifteen minutes. Then he reached under his counter and pulled out two coin purses. The first he tossed onto the bar, then from the second he withdrew ten gold coins and placed them next to the purse on the bar. Sha'kir said something nasty in Orcish and Crush just laughed and started wiping down the bar. Gray grabbed their pay, but left five of the coins alone. He knew Sha'kir had called Crush a bastard. The extra ten had been to pay for fucking her and she hated when he treated her like a whore. The sex was for fun and she was not some whore to be paid. Gray didn't care that it pissed her off. Crush just liked to tweak her attitude a bit. He was too good a fuck for her to turn down and he was too good a friend and source of money to completely turn down his "generosity" when he tipped her. With coin in hand, they left the bar and headed back to their inn to see rest. They could see ask Crush about another job in the morning.

They were climbing the stairs to their room when Sha'kir noticed Gray's muscles tense. He was empath and sometimes he reacted to the emotions around him if they were strong enough. Something about this felt different to her and she started to reach out for him. Before she could, he had drawn his sword and rushed down the hall towards their room. She followed quickly, pulling her own sword free. Her husband was crashing through the door in full battle rage before she could even get halfway down the hall. As she reached the door, people were starting to glance out their doors to see what the commotion was all about.

In their room, Gray had his blade pointed at a man in dark robes. He was seated at the writing desk next to their bed and was facing the door as if he had been waiting for them. The man was a human and his head was shaved bald and covered in tattoos. His eyes were dark and seemed to draw her in. Instantly she felt pussy starting to moisten.

Even from behind she could tell that her husband was chuckling. She had a think for guys like this and her libido was famous for kicking in at the wrong times. Because he was an empath, her husband always knew when she was horny, and who had made her that way. Normally that didn't bother him, but something about the way his muscles twitched with this guy didn't seem quite right. Having people break into their room to give them jobs in secret was nothing new to the pair of mercenaries, but this one had set her husband off in all the wrong ways. The mystery man eyed her for a moment, as if he sensed her desire as well, and a smile played at the corner of his mouth. Then he turned his attention to her husband and his smile grew wicked.

"I think you should put that away Roddick."

Her blood ran cold. Gray hadn't used that name since he had been fifteen, a good five years before he had met her. After they were married, he had told her everything about his past, but vowed never to go back to that name or what came with it. To know his name, this man had to be from the neighboring country of Radovir. And in service to Radovir's king. Gray, for his part, didn't lower the blade at all.

"Say your piece and then be gone. I've little patience for spies from Radovir. Especially when they come into my room uninvited."

"My friend, I am no spy. I'm... Lets call it a friend, though Handler would probably be more correct. Your father has need of your services."

"I don't give a rat's ass what my father wants."

"Even if he guarantees your freedom from any and all responsibilities you owe Radovir? Even if it is your chance to finally have that guild hall you always wanted. Even if your marriage would finally be legitimate in your King's eyes?"

"Be careful of the lines you cross, friend. They could get you kill," her husband snarled at the man. Even though he was angry, she could see his muscles starting to relax. Radovir's king, Gray's father, was offering a lot. Gray had never wanted the throne and was happy to leave it to her younger brother. He enjoyed the freedom of a sell-sword and having a non-human bride. If King Roddick the IV had wanted to, he could destroy everything his son had worked for these last seventeen years. And yet now he was offering them their complete freedom. Sha'kir placed a hand on her husband's sword arm.

"What does the good king ask of us?"

"That is simple my lady. He wants you to gather a team and destabilize this country so that he can invade and take it for himself. Once that is done, you and your team will be paid handsomely, and his majesty will see to it that you have your very own guild hall built in your honor."

"And you have a team in mind jester," asked Gray, still growling a bit.

"Jester? I like that. Lets use that name for our dealings. Yes actually I do. I have some dossiers here that may interest you. One is your old Elven friend Lianna. Her skills as a rogue will come in handy. I suggest you get her first. The second dossier will be pretty hard to complete without her."

"Oh?" questioned Sha'kir. She remembered the girl. Lianna looked eighteen but she was actually over a hundred. Still fairly young for an ageless Elf, but she was indeed skilled as a thief and fighter. And she had a tongue that could make Sha'kir scream in several different octaves when she put her mind to it.

"Yes, because the second dossier is for a human named Berenger. He fancies non-humans just like your dear husband here. But he isn't nearly as kind about it. He is a skilled interrogator and enjoys tying up non-human women for his pleasure and their pain. You, my dear, would enjoy it too much for him to get his jollies enough to join. Lianna on the other hand...."

"We get the picture Jester. Anyone else?"

"Yes, of course. I will be covering you on magic, but we still need a skilled medic. There is a Dryad in Gilhart forest that should help with that."

"A Dryad? They never leave their forests. Worst than most damn Elves about that sort of thing."

"This one will. She's agreed to help us on the condition that we stop the current logging project going on in her forest. Shouldn't be too hard and if you want, we could even get her before Lianna. Might help tip Berenger in our favor even more."

"Why is he even necessary?"

"We need him to extract information from a certain person. The king of this country only holds his power because he holds a sacred crest. The Melina Church acknowledges his right to rule only as long as he holds this crest. Get it in Radovir's hands and we can legally take control. So to find the crest, we will need your swords, my magic, Lianna's skill, Berenger's cruelty, and Hiske the Dryad's healing. Our mission is to capture and interrogate Queen Elizabeth and find where the sacred crest of Melina is hidden."

Gray looked to Sha'kir and she nodded. This would be dangerous, but if everything played out like Jester said, they could manage. And then they would have everything they had ever dreamed of, and the freedom to enjoy it. The only question was where would they start?