Champion

Chapter 23

Turning to the next man waiting, she beckoned him forward with a single curved finger, giving him a sultry look. She slowed her hips as the man behind her eased his slickened rod into her ass. Once he was fully seated in her rear, she set her hips back into motion, and reached her hands around the waist of the last man. Grabbing his butt, she pulled him towards her mouth.

Wrapping her lips around his turgid hardness, she slowly licked a ring around its mushroomed head, before sliding it deep into her throat. Puckering her lips as they glided up and down his length, she gave his c**k head a teasing lick on the tip each time she pulled it from her throat. Once she had set a comfortable rhythm with all three men, she removed her hands from hips of the worshiper in her mouth. However, those now free hands did not remain empty long, wrapping themselves around the c***s of the next two that would fill her. As the man behind her wrapped his own grasp around her large breasts and hard n*****s, she grew even more excited.

The pace of the man below her quickened, the other two began to forcefully pound her other openings as well. She tilted her head back and opened her throat. This allowed the man standing before her to better control the penetration; and he was quick to take advantage of it. Grasping her hair tightly, he began vigorously f*****g her mouth, thrusting his length in until his balls gently slapped her chin.

Closing her eyes, Laurena soaked in the pleasure of being so desired. These men were so enamored of her body they were willing to share with many others just to be with her, rather than choosing a more intimate joining with another woman. It was the part she liked most about the Blessings, the feeling of importance and value that their attentions gave her. She may not be the most skilled healer or user of magic, but she challenged anyone to find someone better at spreading Eros' love.

***

David was pissed. This was bullshit. He had saved her life, he had killed for her, he had kept her safe, and he had put up with her s**t for three damn days. And here she was f*****g a football team worth of guys she didn't even know...or at least the entire offense. f**k this, and f**k her.

He stood up and stormed from the room, tearing the robe from his body and casting it to the floor as he left. f**k this place, f**k this religion, and f**k that f*****g w***e. She could stay here and 'guide' all the c***s she wanted into her overused snatch. That 'little engine that could' can stay here and pull trains every night for all he cared, but she sure as s**t was not coming with him.

As he got back to his room he re-dressed quickly, and then started violently packing his bag. Pausing a moment he noticed his hands shaking worse than they ever had before. Reaching into his sleeve pocket, he struggled to extract a cigarette from the pack with his unsteady fingers. Finally getting one out, he then worked to light it.

"f**k all this s**t," he said after his fourth failed attempt with the lighter.

He snatched up his pistol and belted it on, storming from the room and heading for the door to go outside.

I'm gonna get f*****g hammered tonight, he decided.

Stopping a few steps from the building, he turned and went back to his room, locking the door. As he pocketed the key he admonished himself about nearly making such a stupid mistake. Just cause I'm mad about being played, doesn't mean I should let p***y make me sloppy.

As he stopped to light the cigarette, he was so deep in his anger and self-recrimination that he never noticed the group of men following him to the tavern.

*** Retaliation and Revenge ***

132008MAR13 DW

Wolfsvale, Erosius

David made his way into the Howling Moons and up to the bar. The main dining room had a bare handful of patrons in it, and he didn't see the waitress from the previous night. Growing impatient, he was about the hop the bar and serve himself when the man Astinus had introduced last night as the owner stepped out from the kitchens and saw him waiting.

"Hello sir," the owner greeted him jovially, "I am sorry for your wait. Marissa is attending service this evening so it is just me at the moment. How can I help you?"

Nodding his head at the many bottles behind the bar, David asked him, "Do you have any whiskey back there?"

Puzzled the man responded, "I am not familiar with that. I brew my own ale, and I have wine and a number of exotic liquors that I get from traders who pass through. But I have never heard of 'whiskey'."

"It's a distilled alcoholic beverage made from fermented grain mash; mostly barley, corn, rye, and wheat. It's typically aged in wooden casks - which are generally made of charred white oak - and it is the nectar of the gods," David explained.

Contemplating his description, the owner pulled a dusty bottle from the back of the top shelf, and poured a measure of dark gold liquid into a small glass. "Try this," he said, placing the glass in front of David.

Taking a whiff, he quickly threw back the contents of the glass, and savored the familiar burn.

"That's the stuff, I'll take the bottle," he told the tavern owner.

Looking at the soldier in surprise, the man none-the-less handed him the bottle with a nod.

"Not many care for that stuff, and I have had a hard time getting rid of it. As a friend of Astinus you can have it on the house, no charge," the owner said. "Just be careful, it is powerful stuff."