<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Lyari((weeks prior))</strong></span><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/317/1/0/shamlen_by_jennyverse-d86ck1o.jpg)</div>He chuckled softly as she mentioned his failed proposal to her a couple of years back.  It had been a brutal blow to him at first, when she chose her tavern over him.  He had actually stayed away for months until he finally was able to understand it.  This was her home and this was the life that she wanted to live.  If he wanted to be part of it, he would have to be able to accept it.  It took some time, but after a while, he was able to deal with it.  Hell, he even found himself sometimes enjoying it as other men from various races used her body for their pleasure.  Perhaps because he knew that all it would take was a look from him and she'd come running back to his side.  It was a bond that was strange, but that he enjoyed more than any before.<strong>"I'm not here to take you away,"</strong>he said softly,<strong>"I know that I wouldn't be able to no matter how hard I tried."</strong><br/><br/>He kissed her again gently, savoring her taste.<strong>"Actually, I was here with an idea.  To make the Tavern bigger, better, more exciting,"</strong>he said with a gleam in his eye,<strong>"I was thinking I'd invest in the Tavern a bit.  We could hire more waitresses, maybe even a couple of waiter to cater to a larger crowd.  You could still have your fun, but now others could partake in it as well.  What do you say?"</strong>He smiled as he looked at her.  He didn't want to tell her the final piece just yet.  First, she needed to like the idea.  Then he would drop the bombshell on her.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Rinne</strong></span><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/317/8/f/matthias_by_jennyverse-d86ck6h.jpg)</div>He felt her resistance to his attempt at pulling her forward.  But he was stronger than her and soon her face was right in front of his cock.  Her lips parted almost immediately and he could feel her start to suck on him slowly.  But it was clear to him that she had very little experience with such an activity.  It wasn't that she was bad at it, her wet mouth and thick lips helped to excite him and cause him to stiffen slowly.  But she had no rhythm, no energy.  It surprised him honestly.  He had expected that she had had at least a few lovers to satisfy in her days.  Either he was wrong, or she was usually the one being given pleasure, not giving it.  Smirking slightly, he saw a good way to just add to the dominance he was establishing over her.<br/><br/>With his massive hand still wrapped around the back of her head, he tightened his grip on her hair.<strong>"Not too bad,"</strong>he growled at her,<strong>"But you're not doing it right.  You need to try it like this."</strong>He started to force her head back and forth, forcing her to take him deeper and faster than before.  As his own pleasure intensified, he couldn't help but let out a low moan.<strong>"That's much better,"</strong>he said,<strong>"I find it shocking that you don't already know how to do this.  I thought most female mercenaries were passed around like bottles of wine in an army camp."</strong>That comment wasn't necessarily true, but it was meant to get a rise out of her.  To anger her into slipping up and telling him something about her.  Well.....once she didn't have her mouth full, that was.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Selena</strong></span><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/317/a/e/arenthal_by_jennyverse-d86ck6l.jpg)</div>Arenthal moved around the tables skillfully, his elfish agility allowing him to maneuver through the late evening crowd.  It seemed like a busy night as most of his fellow servers, both male and female, were actively engaged with patrons.  He himself was having a bit of a slow night, but didn't mind much.  He was just pleased to have a job that allowed him to be comfortable in his own skin.  Something that, if not for his distant cousin, he wouldn't have.  He was about to start brooding a bit when he noticed a new patron enter.  This beautiful creature quite literally floated around and observed many of the events taking place.  It was clear that she was pleased with it, but she didn't sit down anywhere and he was unsure if he should approach her.  His eyes found Kira and she gave a shrug that he determined meant he should see to her.<br/><br/>Moving through the crowd to where the creature had stopped, still hovering above the ground, the almost tiny elf gave her a small smile that was nearly heart wrenching in its innocence.<strong>"Pardon me, Miss,"</strong>he said in a such a soft voice that it was barely audible over the crowd,<strong>"Welcome to the Busty Wench Tavern.  Is there anything that I might be able to get for you?"</strong>He cocked his head to the side slowly in a way that made him appear so endearing.  It was why he was here, really.  His ability to seem so soft and gentle while still being desirable.  He waited patiently to see what she might say.