<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Adon</strong></span><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/320/3/9/kira_by_jennyverse-d86p93e.jpg)</div>Kira stumbled and scrambled her bare feet across the hard, wooden floor as she was pushed back at an odd angle.  It was enough to throw her off and back as Adon forced her to the ground with his cock still firmly in her mouth.  She prepared for a sudden strike to the head as she fell, but found only the demon's firm hand holding her from it.  A gesture like that only infuriated her.  Adon knew he was getting to her, not only with his position of domination over her but treating her like a delicate flower.  She needed her sex hard and painful, and the bastard knew it.  Without the use of her mouth, which was firmly wedged over his dick, Kira beat at the man's sides.  She squealed over his cock and kicked at the wall and floor like a child in a temper tantrum.  "MMMMFF!! HHMMMM-MMMM!!"  The girl sucked and twisted her head for all she was worth, unable to get more down her throat or to release him.  The orc was at his mercy, unfortunately.  Or perhaps fortunately.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Garard</strong></span><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/316/0/9/chariss_by_jennyverse-d865odh.jpg)</div>Chariss wasn't one to judge.  As one of the more feminine dwarves in the world, she'd always been treated like a child.  The girl knew how it was to have someone assume things about her.  So it was that she tried her damnedest not to assume anything about the rather hilariously dressed man that came walking up to the bar.  She'd known plenty of wizards, but none that actually wore a pointed hat and talked with so much blustering baritone.  It was like a child grew up instantaneously from age six to a full grown man and decided he was a spellcaster.  With a little sigh and perhaps a pitiful smile, the woman stepped up on one of her little ladders and came eye-to-eye with the man apparently named Garard.<br/><br/>"I'd say it's mighty impolite to shout at all, sir. I'm short, not hard of hearing."  Though her words were a little biting, Chariss followed up with a little precious head tilt and show of dimples that would fell an orc in a rage.  She looked down and collected a mug from beneath the bar, then set it on a piece of parchment before her.  There was another head tilt, this time one of curiosity.  Picking up the paper, Chariss read a most disturbing bit of writing there.<br/><br/><em>'Prithy thee thine wencheth of thee ale most frothiesteth,<br/>Gerard the caster of explosive spells hath been retained for a summons of the most umbilical to be shattered hence forthwith. He hath been snatchgrabbed to face the Countil of Great Import upon charges of cow blowing up and theivery of Milady Winchell Davenport's boudoir. Please to take this sum of coin as a humble sorry and may your night be most pleasant.<br/>Signed,<br/>Master Magician Extreme Level the Fifth<br/>Greydolf the Grand<br/>Magister of the Circulur Gilded Metal<br/>Weilder of the Wood with Glowy Bits<br/>Talker to of Moths'</em><br/><br/>There was another little sigh as Chariss looked up to find Gerard's stool impressively empty.  Chariss tucked the note into a box of curiosities along with a metal hammer no one could lift and a strange journal with a basilisk fang stabbed into the center.  One day Chariss swore she'd finally get a customer that wasn't abruptly whisked off by mysterious agencies.  Until then, she would wipe at her counter and watch Kira have her head fucked into the ground by a sex demon.  "I love this bar," she said with a little smirk.