At " The Drunken Dragon" tavern, Lina fights off the advances of a stranger while Jack silently watches. How far will her submission go before magic and desire change the game?
The Drunken Dragon Tavern smelled of spilled beer, sweat, and the sweet smoke from the aromatic herb pipes some villagers were chewing between their teeth. The wooden walls creaked under the weight of drunken laughter, while the fire in the grate cast dancing shadows across the stacked barrels. Amid the bustle, she was there, as always: Lina, the owner of the place, her red pigtails pulled back in two thick braids that fell over her shoulders like fiery serpents. Her black corset, tight to the point that every breath made the fabric struggle to contain her generous breasts, glistened in the dim light, damp in places where sweat or other fingers had left their mark. Her short leather skirt clung to her wide hips, revealing firm thighs each time she bent over to pour another tankard of mead.
It wasn't the first time a hand had slid around her waist as she passed between tables. Tonight, a drunk with a scruffy beard—one of the village lumberjacks—took advantage of her bending down to pick up a dropped coin and squeezed her bottom hard, his fingers digging into the tender flesh beneath her skirt. Lina didn't flinch. She was used to it by now. But before she could straighten up, another pair of hands, this one bolder, swooped in from behind and ripped the neckline of her corset down, freeing her breasts with a sharp movement. The breasts, heavy and round, fell forward, the pink nipples already hard from the cold tavern air. A hot mouth closed around one before she could react, the rough tongue grazing the sensitive skin.
"Hey!" a deep voice growled from the bar.
Jack hadn't moved a muscle from his position at the counter, but his presence was enough. The S-rank adventurer, with his light dark leather armor and the scars snaking down his forearms, didn't need to raise his voice for the entire room to fall silent. The woodcutter dropped Lina as if he'd touched hot coals, stepping back with his hands raised.
"Sorry, boss... it was just a joke," he stammered, his eyes fixed on the ground.
Lina adjusted her corset with quick movements, but not before everyone in the tavern saw the blush creeping up her neck, patches of red that contrasted with her pale skin. Jack said nothing. He just picked up his tankard and took a long drink, his golden eyes fixed on his wife. She knew what that silence meant: "Again." And this time, like the others, she had done nothing to prevent it.
"Aren't you going to do anything?" Lina whispered as Jack approached her, his hot breath fanning her ear as he pretended to check the barrels behind the counter.
"What do you want me to do?" he replied, lowering his voice. "Cut off the hands of everyone who touches you? Because that would be half the town, honey."
She gritted her teeth. She hates that he was right. She hates even more that, deep down, a part of her didn't completely hate those hands on her body. But that wasn't the point. The point was that no one seemed to take seriously the fact that she was more than just a pair of tits and an ass to grope.
"I'm going to learn magic," she announced suddenly, crossing her arms under her breasts, causing the fabric of the corset to stretch even further.
Jack raised an eyebrow.
—Magic? And what are you going to do? Turn anyone who touches your ass into toads?
"No," she replied, her smile not reaching her eyes. "I'm going to make them burn when they try."
He laughed, a low, husky sound, and ran a finger down her cheek before walking away to his usual table in the corner, where he could watch the entire tavern without anyone noticing he was watching them.
The night progressed, and with it, the alcohol. Lina poured pitcher after pitcher, dodging hands with more skill than before, but there was always someone bolder. This time it was a stranger, a young man with slicked-back electric blue hair and violet eyes that shone with an almost supernatural light. He wore a tight-fitting tunic that left little to the imagination: the muscles in his arms were defined, and the bulge between his legs was impossible to ignore.
"Do you work here or just decorate the place, doll?" he asked, leaning his elbows on the counter just as Lina walked by with a tray of dirty glasses.
She looked at him with disdain.
—If you're looking for a whore, the brothel is two blocks away.
The young man smiled, showing sharp fangs that did not look human.
"But here's more...fun," he whispered, and before she could react, his hand shot out and ripped her corset down again.
This time, there were no screams or laughter. Just the wet sound of a mouth closing around her nipple, the stranger's tongue tracing slow circles before biting down hard enough to make her gasp. Lina tried to push him away, but he was stronger, and his fingers were already intertwining with hers, pinning her against the counter.
"Let me go, you bastard," she hissed, but her voice was weak, drowned out by the heat rising between her legs.
"Or what?" he purred, switching to her other breast, licking the crease between them before burying his face in her cleavage. "Are you going to scream? No one cares, bitch. Everyone knows what you're good for."
His words should have enraged her. But when his fingers slid under her skirt and found the damp heat between her thighs, Lina didn't push him away. She just bit her lower lip, holding back a moan.
"See?" the young man murmured, rubbing his erection against her hip. "I knew you were a whore in disguise."
That's when she saw him. Among the crowd, hidden in the shadows near the back entrance, Jack was there. His golden eyes shone in the gloom, fixed on them. There was no anger in his gaze. Only… hunger.
The stranger wasted no time. In one swift motion, he spun her around and shoved her against the counter, ripping off her corset completely. Lina's breasts were exposed, swaying with each quickened breath as he hiked her skirt up her back, revealing her round butt and her already soaked black lace panties.
"Don't move," he ordered, and she felt the chill of the air as he pulled her panties down to her ankles.
Lina should have stopped him. She should have screamed, she should have held a knife to his throat. But instead, she stood there, palms flat on the counter, her heart pounding as she listened to the sound of his belt unbuckling.
"Do you like being watched, slut?" he asked, rubbing the head of his cock between her ass cheeks. "Because everyone can see you now. Everyone knows you're a hot whore who needs a good cock."
She didn't respond. She couldn't. Because at that moment, he thrust into her, filling her to the hilt with a grunt. Lina stifled a cry, her nails scraping the wood of the counter as he began to move, each thrust making her breasts bounce, the wet sound of their bodies colliding mingling with the murmurs of the tavern.
"Shut up and fuck me properly!" she snapped at him through gritted teeth, though her voice was shaking.
The young man laughed, gripping her hips tightly before quickening his pace, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.
"Like this?" he asked, sinking himself all the way in. "Or like this?" And then, without warning, he spat on her anus before pressing a finger against the tight hole.
Lina gasped, her body betraying her as she arched back, seeking more.
"Yes..." she whispered, ashamed of herself. "Deeper. I want you to open it for me."
He didn't need to be asked twice. With a grunt, he pushed his finger inside her anus as he continued fucking her, stretching her, preparing her.
"You're a perfect whore," he panted. "A slut who needs every hole filled."
And then, without warning, Lina felt his orgasm hit her like a wave, pleasure exploding in her belly as he plunged into her one last time, his hot cum flooding her, dripping down her thighs as she collapsed onto her back, panting.
The stranger soon fell asleep, his cock still semi-hard inside her, the weight of his body pressing her against the counter. Lina felt the semen running down her legs, mixing with her own fluids, and for a moment, she just wanted to cry.
That's when he felt it. A soft touch on his shoulder. Jack.
"Don't move," he whispered, and before she could react, a stream of warm water enveloped her, cleansing her, removing every trace of the man who had just used her.
Lina closed her eyes, feeling tears burning her cheeks. But before she could say anything, Jack turned her toward him and kissed her. It wasn't a tender kiss. It was hungry, his lips claiming hers with a ferocity that left her breathless. When they finally broke apart, their gazes met.
Jack didn't say anything. He just waited.
And Lina, with shame and desire burning inside her, whispered:
—What are we going to do… now?