<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c4/2e/4a/c42e4a96012522e6906f7e0b22f7c153.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>"Very well, I'll have Meeza bring you a couple of mugs of honey ale." </strong><br/><br/>As he says that the Morty is done with nailing up blankets to provide privacy for them.    Now with blankets hanging around the table.   Hellhound stops his groping of Songbird.    Her legs are trembling again.   Meanwhile, the gag with honey on it.   The only bright spot as far she is concern at the moment.   As her ears are still on fire and her eyes are got wild look when a doe is spooked.   Hellhound then leads her to the back table and they slip behind the blankets.<br/><br/>The first thing she does as soon as the gag is removed.   She comes out sputtering indignation.  "I....I ne....nev....never..... as....as....if....I.... some.......I belong to nobles, royalty....stupid halfling." Then she remembers herself.      As she is pulled into Hellhound's lap.   Immediately she feels the bulge that he sports.   So he had suffered to, she felt a bit.  Oh by the hells',  she couldn't name what she felt.<br/><br/>She looks at him with squint to her eyes as she is trying to figure if he meant what he just told her to do.  Go between his legs on the floor underneath the table and suck on his cock.   Not that she even thinks of saying no.  Not because she is keeping in character.  But because she wants to, she wants to please the man who unwittingly has been saving the royal ass of the empress the past days.    For that brief moment she stares in his eyes.  She sees he is not joking.   Not some trick, she slides off his lap then to array underneath the table between his legs.<br/><br/>Once underneath, she begins working his trousers open.  Her fingers reach in, and she grips his cock and brings it out.   Her lush, full lips slide around his cock's head.  Her upper teeth graze across the flesh of his cock.   Her tongue swirls, laving around his cock head.  He then feels the draw of her mouth pulling the sides of her mouth quivering as she begins sucking him off.  All the while drawing him deeper into her mouth.<br/><br/>A plomp yet curvaceous older woman of middle age with apron on comes.    Her right hand, well where a right hand use to be is a leather harness and board.   The contraption looks like something Morty the Orc would make.    On the board is two mugs.<strong>"Hi I'm Meeza, here's your honey ales."</strong><br/>She has a northern accent,  her hair gray with some blonde left in it.  Her arms still have definition, as if she once hoisted weapon and shield.   For that matter the left arm that she uses with good hand to take and put the mugs on the table.   Has the telltale callous scars of where the straps would lie with holding a shield.<br/><br/>She doesn't immediately leave,  not that she is paying attention to Songbirds activity.  You get the gist, she is waiting for a tip.<br/><br/>