<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/jvl1oOL.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/gQOCIvK.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/4uEl4s7.jpg)</div><br/>Jack gazed down at her for a moment as if considering her suggestion then shrugged,<strong>"I have the time.  But this is my tavern and I get to set the terms.  So while I could agree to what you suggest, and send you out to the bar, and have another sent in while we both wait, I have an alternative proposal for you.  You take off those panties, or slide the string to the side, either way.  Then you come and sit on my lap, you nestle my pole up nice and tight the way that g-string is right now and clench your thighs around me.  I'll chat with you, answer any questions I can, and even get the waitress to bring you in a mug of ale or two.  But I get to touch you while you sit on my lap.  If you can manage to avoid asking me to fuck you while we converse, I'll give you five silver bits for every quarter of a hour you can resist me." </strong>He grinned broadly and shrugged his shoulders,<strong>"and then if you decide to take me up on my earlier offer even without your friend here, that deal still applies.  Oh, I should mention though, I only pay girls once a day and I pay them based on how good of a job they do pleasuring me, so don't think I'm just some bank you can withdraw coin from every time you polish my pole."</strong><br/><br/>He threw in a sly wink, letting her know he was really mostly teasing with that last comment, but it did give Zerxel something to think about.  Finally she nodded her head and stood up, sliding her panties down her thighs, but getting the last word in,<em>"Spiced wine, not ale."</em><br/><br/>Jack laughed and leaned back in his chair slightly, giving the drow room to sit on his abdomen and pubis.  It was then that a woman that Zerxel assumed was a waitress appeared and set down a mug of ale next to Jack.  He snapped his fingers at her and said,<strong>"and a mug of mulled wine for my new friend...." </strong>he trailed off and Zerxel realized she hadn't even introduced herself yet.<br/><br/><em>"Zerxel,"</em>she said as she lifted one leg over him and sat with her back against his chest.  She lowered herself down until his thick cock was nestled against the increasingly aroused lips of her sex.  By the gods it felt so hot, she could almost feel his heart beating through his cock against her clit.  She settled into the proper position and closed her thighs around it, trapping his tumescence in a soft fleshy triangle of drow thighs and slit.  She took a moment to look at the still substantial length of cock, at least two or three inches, that jutted from between her thighs and wondered, for just a moment, how long she could actually resist.<br/><br/><strong>"All right then,"</strong>he said as his large hands came around to cup her breasts, caressing them softly and hefting them, feeling their weight and sending tingles of pleasure down Zerxel's spine,<strong>"So what would you like to talk about while we wait?"</strong>Just then the waitress returned with Zerxel's wine, setting it down within arms reach on the table next to the two of them.<br/><br/>Trying to remain focused, Zerxel asked the first thing she could think of,<em>"What can you tell me about past dungeons that you've been a part of?"</em><br/><br/>Jack's fingers found Zerxel's nipples and lightly tugged on the rings there, sending another shiver of delight down Zerxel's spine.  When he answered, his voice was low, behind her head, and she could feel his rumbling voice coming through his chest and into her back,<strong>"Maybe not as much as you might like.  Myself I can not ever leave this place.  I take one step outside of the doors and I immediately lose consciousness, waking up in my quarters upstairs.  My friends and customers that you see here are not much help either, they do not seem to understand what the situation is.  I tried convincing them a few times, many many years ago when this all first started, but they thought I was joking.  It was inconceivable to them what I was saying, no matter how hard I tried to convince them.  What is more is that they apparently can walk out the door and walk 'down the road' to their homes, their jobs, or what have you.  When they do they simply fade away the same way you contestants do when you get more than a dozen feet from the door.  Even in years when the entrance to my tavern was in the middle of a cave, or surrounded by dungeon walls, or one time on the middle of a windswept grass plain, I was the only one who could see the truth of where we were.  All they ever see is the same town of  Chiker's Pass all around them.  For some reason they think that you contestants are somehow travelers from another place that ghost into our town and then ghost back out.  The most I've been able to do is convince them that someone needs to be a friendly face outside, welcoming travelers and letting them know I want to talk to them."</strong><br/><br/>Zerxel gasped as he tugged on her nipple rings rather hard, causing a dual shiver of pain and pleasure running through her body and causing her to grab onto her own thighs as her pussy began juicing.  He continued as if nothing were wrong,<strong>"But I can tell you that in the past I've only been on the second level a few times, and any time that I've found my tavern in the dungeon, it usually reappears on a later level before the dungeon closes, so you might see more of me later my cute little elfling.  Does that answer your question?"</strong><br/><br/>Zerxel caught her breath and reached out for the spiced wine, taking a sip of the beverage to collect her thoughts and focus on something other than how good his warm cock felt nestled between her pussy lips at that moment.  After a draw on the warm spiced wine she set the mug down and asked,<em> "What about other contestants?  Others like me?"</em><br/><br/>He let his hands run up and down her side, cupping the sides of her buttocks where they rested against his body as he said,<strong>"Oh you're the first for this year.  But likely not the last.  I've seen many young women come and go over the last few decades... well... I guess centuries as far as you're concerned.  Most of them were very timid, frightened beyond belief those first few years.  But then something happened shortly after those flying insect things started following them around.  They started to get a little bolder, a little braver.  In the last few years that I've appeared, they've been more like you, bold, hard to shock..."</strong>He flexed his cock so it throbbed between her thighs, a wonderfully delightful sensation,<strong>"...and more eager for Big Jack's big cock."</strong><br/><br/>He chuckled and took a drink of his ale and set it down,<strong>"Some women are so happy here, they've stayed in fact.  Somehow the dungeon went and converted the basement to give them a home in fact."</strong><br/><br/>Zerxel's mind focused on that word, the basement came up again,<em>"What is the basement, is that who the basement girls are?  Former contestants?"</em><br/><br/>He took a sip of his mug of ale, then brought it around to the front of her body, letting the cold condensation drip off the mug onto her body.  She gasped as a cold droplet landed right on her erect nipple.  Gods be damned she was so turned on right now, it was getting harder and harder to think about anything but what it would feel like to sink his fleshy shaft into her dark slippery cunt.  But he continued talking as if he didn't care about how aroused she was right now,<strong>"Yup, I told you, the Tipped Tankard is a safe haven for contestants.  Some of them stumbled in here barely clinging to life, others so far corrupted they knew that they'd never make it past another encounter in the dungeon.  Finally there were those who just figured this was as good a life as any could ask for, and asked to stay.  So they live in the basement now, they can't ever leave you see?  There's a sort of... bunk room down there that they have, and a common room bar area, bath, what not.  I'm sure they'd love to talk to you, they always like news of the outside world that they can't ever rejoin.  For each of them, every year at the start of the dungeon when the Tipped Tankard appears, they think that it was only last year that they decided to stay here.  They don't remember anything that happened from the time they made the decision to stay here until the start of this year's dungeon.  Oh, they're all bright enough to realize that time must be passing once they start trading stories, but there's nothing to do about it."</strong><br/><br/>He chuckled and again that bassy rumble went right through Zerxel, sweat breaking out on her forehead, maybe she should just forget about Bo, she really wanted this cock.<strong>"What's funny is the same girls always end up sort of getting attached every year.  The same little squabbles among them, the same competition to see which one of them I'll pick as my favorite.  It's kind of amusing, but I think they're all generally pretty happy.  What's amusing is that your little flying eye bugs, they can't go down into the basement for some reason.  Haven't figured that out, but should probably warn you, contestants who go down there are a lot more likely to stay, so maybe you should give it some thought before you decide to check out the basement."</strong><br/><br/>He brought one hand up her back, letting his huge fingers curl into her hair and he bent her neck backwards.  Pressing his nose into her hair he sniffed deeply as his cock throbbed, causing Zerxel to moan softly.  He whispered into her pointed ear,<strong> "half an hour so far, I have to say I'm impressed with your resiliance.  Are you sure you aren't willing to end this game though?  The foreplay has been nice, but I'm aching for..."</strong><br/><br/>His bassy rumble was interrupted by the appearance of Amber, from outside.  "<strong>Scuse me Jack, but yon elfie wanted to know when her friend a dwarf got here.  Well there's a dwarf woman out front, callin 'erself 'Bo' who says she ain't comin into no cursed tavern, and demandin we let her friend Zerxel go free."</strong><br/><br/>Zerxel could have moaned with frustration at that moment, as now she had to choose between her own nearly uncontrollable lusts and her friend who might be thinking she was caught in some sort of trap.  Jack, for his part simply laughed and let go of Zerxel's hair claiming,<strong> "Go or stay little elfie, you know where I'll be if you come back and want to finish this."</strong>