<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e220/besrikarie/dnd/temple-fantasy.jpg)</td><td>     </td><td>  <br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>18 / 4 / 321 FE</strong></span><br/><sup>(18th day of the 4th month in the 321st year since the founding of the Latserian empire)</sup><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Latserian Empire<br/>City of Inveree<br/>The Pig and Whistle Tavern and Inn</strong></span><br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>- 9th bell in the evening -<br/><div class="floatright">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/072/b/5/b54ba43582285809fe6d3cf3db800ad8-d4snmpa.jpg)</div><br/>At least it was only a blow job this time.<br/><br/>Kald, the fat balding owner of the Pig and Whistle was currently forcing his greasy cock into Brea's mouth.  No, that wasn't even right, her nose was buried in the thick mass of black pubic hair above his shaft.  He wasn't fucking her mouth, his cock head was all the way back in her throat.  Luckily she'd gotten used to this kind of rough treatment, and knew enough to relax her throat and let him penetrate all the way as far back as his average sized pecker could go.  He grunted and yanked at her hair, which he held in both hands, as he brutally fucked her throat, his belly slapping across her face with each thrust.  Her knees pressed into the wooden floorboards of the small kitchen, and she tried to use her tongue to bring the portly man off quicker.<br/><br/>Kald and his wife, an equally rotund woman who went by the name 'Star', owned this tavern and inn.  But they worked mostly opposite shifts so they had to pay less help.  While Star opened the tavern in the mornings and was down here at day break, her husband managed it at night, and took over when she relieved him in the mornings.  Usually she worked only until he woke up and came back down in the afternoons, but today she'd stuck around till after the eight bell.  The whole night she acted as if she were looking for something, or someone, in the tavern area.  But if it was something or someone, Brea didn't notice who.   What she did notice however was that only twenty minutes after Star had left, Kald had drug her into the kitchen and sent the cook and serving boy Fethlion out to watch the bar.  She had been prepared to drop her knickers and bend over the table in the kitchen when Kald instead had shoved her to her knees and said 'no time tonight, suck me off quickly instead.'<br/><br/>So Brea was.  Her hands on his chubby thighs as she used her tongue on him.  He held her head tightly and thrust his hips into her over and over, the head of his cock ramming down into her throat over and over.  Luckily for Brea, she'd started to get used to this sort of rough treatment and knew how to time her breathing to the thrusts.  Kald wasn't even watching her though.  He had the kitchen door cracked open so he could watch the crowd in the tavern and make sure that Fethlion wasn't trying to steal from him.<br/><br/>In short order however he groaned, and then pulled Brea's hair so that she was forced to swallow almost all of his cock.  It swelled in her throat and then he released, dumping salty hot spunk directly deep into the back of her mouth.  She only sputtered a little, gasping for air as he withdrew.   He tucked his softening cock into his trews and looked down at her.  "Clean yer face an get back out there.  An remember, if yer usin yer room to take men, I get half.  Ya don't wanna hold out on me again do ya?"<br/><br/>With that, and without even waiting for a response, Kald pressed back out into the tavern area, leaving Brea alone for a minute.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Brea was an orphan, and had been placed as a teen with Kald and Star to be raised.  She had to work for free in their tavern, but she was given two full meals a day, a room to herself, and was allowed to keep a few copper pieces every night that she collected in tips.  Of course, as she began to develop in her later teens, Kald realized that she was a much better fuck than his fat old wife.  Then he realized that Brea attracted attention from other patrons as well.  So, when the tavern closed at the first bell past mid night, if she chose to take a man to her room for coin, then Kald didn't mind.  As long as she paid him half.<br/><br/>Brea's room was both pathetic and luxurious in it's own way.  It wasn't even a room, it was the attic of the Pig and Whistle.  She had to climb a ladder at the back of the hallway on the second floor to get to her room.  The space was also taken up with several boxes and chests that were stored in the attic, but a good third of the attic was hers.  Not that she had much, a sturdy cot, some blankets and a old second hand foot locker that held her clothing.  A simple oil lamp and some moth eaten curtains that covered the two windows at either end of the attic rounded out the space that Brea considered hers.<br/><br/>The windows held no glass, but then again, it wasn't needed in the city of Inveree.  Inveree was built at the junction of two rivers right on the dusty grasslands known as the Khlarai.  The temperature during the summer months rose to near unbearable levels during the mid day, and usually stayed quite warm all year round.   Even at night in the dead of winter the temperature never dropped below freezing.  The curtains blocked out the sunlight more than they kept out the cold, and glass would have only trapped heat in the attic.<br/><br/>Brea could also listen at her floorboards to the conversations or sexual escapades of the Inn's guests that took up the rooms below her.  But such voyeuristic thrills were usually few and far between when she was allowed to retire at first bell in the morning.  But she was allowed to bring johns up to her area, and had, using the money she made sucking off or fucking half drunk men to buy a few nice garments for herself, as well as the herbs to brew into a tea to prevent any pregnancy.   But mostly she saved her coins.  She didn't think that Star or Kald knew how much money she'd saved up, but it was almost twelve gold pieces so far.  She didn't know what she was going to do with that kind of money, but she figured that she'd know when the time came.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>- 12th bell -<br/><br/>The customers were rowdy and irritated tonight.  Brea had gotten slapped twice already by irritated customers.  She knew that such actions usually meant that she could get a bigger tip, but the feel of the crowd was just flat out aggressive.  Three flat boat captains were talking about the drought and how it was lowering the rivers, making the shallows more treacherous to navigate.  There was a customer who wore the brand on his shoulder of a slave master, and his gaze on Brea's young body was equal parts lustful and appraising.  There was a half elven woman sitting at the bar, avoiding talking to anyone, who seemed to be trying to kill herself with orcish grog slowly.  A halfling cutpurse was pretending to be sleeping in one corner, clutching an empty mug.  But Brea had seen the halfling here often enough to know this was part of his rouse.  He would pretend to sleep for the last hour of the tavern, then when she went to 'wake' him and send him on his way, he'd stumble into another patron on his way out.  The other patron usually didn't realize his purse was gone till he got home and the halfling had spent the coin.<br/><br/>Brea smiled as one of her regular clients, an older human with a scar on his his face pinched her butt as she went past, "Fancy some company tonight lass?"  He called as she moved past, wanting to get the round of drinks on her tray to it's table.   A table which interestingly enough held a halfling couple, man and woman, and a pair of lizardfolk.  The halfling were painted up as the tribal nomadic halflings of the grasslands often did, and the lizardfolk wore nothing save a bandoleer about their flat chests.  It was impossible to tell with lizardfolk what their gender was easily.  Brea supposed some one who was an expert at such things might know, but she didn't.<br/><br/>The darker green of the lizard folk hissed at her as she set the drinks down, it's long serpentine forked tongue flicking out to 'taste' the air between them.  Then it turned back and continued speaking in that hissing clicking manner of speech that the scaly kind prefered.  The halflings seemed to understand it and both the man and woman were nodding as the fourth lizardfolk passed three silver to Brea for the drinks.<br/><br/>The last table Brea hadn't approached in a while.  A solitary dwarf sat, two pitchers of Ale on the table before him, he refilled his own mug as he slowly read a book.  He'd been like that all night.  Reading a book and only calling her over when the two pitchers were empty.  The dwarven ability to drink ale was truly astounding and Brea knew that he'd had enough for three human men.  But he seemed in control of himself.<br/><br/>Brea returned the tray to the bar and Kald was quick to snatch up the silver from her.  "Girl," he said quietly so the half elf nearby wouldn't hear him, "If you don't take a client tonight, I think you and I will have a little talk in the kitchen after we close up."  Brea knew that was his no so subtle way of saying that he'd be bending her over the counter in the back and fucking her.  He never paid her of course, even on the nights when he took her in the ass.  Though he said that she couldn't complain, he made sure she always had enough herbs to keep her safe from getting with child.  Which he did... sometimes.<br/><br/>Brea knew that there was less than an hour till the first morning bell, and closing time.  If she was going to make something happen tonight, she'd better do so soon or it would likely be Kald's greasy cock in her again tonight, and no coin in her pocket.