“How are you tonight, Falco?” Ellister asked as the Lesbian bartender set down two quaichs of whiskey. Her tits half fell out of her lowcut top, her areolas showing as the cloth fell forward. Falco got a nice look. She would have preferred Llisanya got that free look down into her cleavage, not this letch who had never once given her a tip all the previous times he had been in and eyeing her up. How she longed to have Llisanya lock down her blouse the way Falco was. If only Llisanya could lock her lips on hardening nipples.
Falco did not acknowledge Ellister’s generosity of a free drink. “Listen, Faggot. Are you selling any of those Big Cock Growing Charms?”
Falco saw by Ellister’s reaction that he had not been wrong in assuming this was the person about whom Llisanya was speaking when she mentioned she knew someone who sold such charms.
Ellister was offended by Falco’s brusque question and the rude appellation he had used, but he would be glad enough to finally unload the magic charm. Ellister had been carrying that cock enhancement charm around ever since he and Llisanya had made their deal. He had paid a lot of coin for the materials to make it and, as the days passed without a sale, was ill-at-ease with the advance outlay he had paid. He was beginning to think Llisanya had reneged on the agreement to get Falco to purchase one. He made a mental note to trust Llisanya better than that in future.
“Well, Falco” Ellister answered with affected casualness “since you appear so anxious, I can sell you one I happen to be holding…assuming you have six plat…”
Falco did not let Ellister finish what he was saying. “Yes, I have six plat” he interrupted. He had more than enough plat in Thorsona’s purse and there was also an uncounted pile of gold, silver and copper coins to boot. He felt a twinge of guilt that it was really Thorsona’s coin but that passed when he thought of that beating he had suffered.
He dug into Thorsona’s purse, pulling out six plat coins one by one. He willingly would pay that amount for a huge cock with which to please Cadwarra and all the other girls who would in future be grimacing under him as he stabbed the full length of his augmented manliness into them.
Ellister took note of the purse. He was no fool. The purse was pink with pretty embroidery. Given Falco’s revulsion for anything faggy Ellister knew this was a coinpurse Falco had not obtained through honest means. The moron had surely stolen it…or worse.
“Put it away” Ellister hissed. “Wherever you got that, any idiot in here can see it is not yours!”
He should have told Falco to fuck off…or just taken the coin and told him to get lost before he got drawn into whatever crimes Falco had committed. But he thought of how Falco’s cock curved so nice and how his cum had blasted out in long ropes of unbridled lust all over Llisanya in the window. He wanted to suck on him so bad and have all that jizz pour into his mouth. Against all good judgment, he let Falco stay and complete their business transaction.
“You didn’t let me finish detailing the full price” he told Falco impatiently. “The cost is six platinum coins, as I said, plus I get to suck you off and swallow your load.“
Falco was his usual homophobic self. After a second of shock he sputtered angrily “Piss off, you sicko. I don’t have time to go back to your place and pretend I’m a queer. I’ll pay six plat. Final offer!”
Ellister knew he was making a fool of himself, but he so wanted Falco thrusting his hardness into his mouth. “It’s six plat plus a blowjob. Forget going back to my apartment, we can do it here. No one cares what happens in this place.”
To reinforce his words Ellister motioned to what was happening a couple of tables over. One of the regulars, a Human named Greigh, was letting his naked wife ride another patron. Greigh and a host of others were cheering her on as she performed, grinning at her horny husband as her hips rose and fell on the huge shining prick sliding in and out of her pretty snatch right in front of hubby.
Falco looked on as the cuckold Greigh pulled his erection out and started jerking in full view of the crowd. His wife dripped pussy juice on the cock of a complete stranger. The bartender brought a pint over and set it down for Greigh, scooping up his empty stein. She did not even look at Greigh’s cock as he wanked away. She did rather like the way Mrs. Greigh’s tits flew around as she rode the stranger, though. They were very big and very round.
Ellister laughed. “See, Falco. No on will even care if I suck you off.” His voice betrayed his sexual excitement as he added lewdly “you’re very good looking, Falco. I want your pretty cock in my mouth.”
Ellister saw Falco was distracted by the show being put on by the cuckolding Missus Greigh. He was obviously hesitating to pay the price Ellister was demanding. Ellister decided to fabricate a diabolical lie “That little Wood Elf you like was in here the other night” he dissembled “she was looking around for anyone who had a cock big enough to please her. She sucked a few men off but left without finding one she liked enough to take to bed. As you know, she only likes big cocks. Maybe she’d like yours if it was bigger…”
Falco was fool enough to believe Ellister. He wanted Cadwarra and he wanted other men to leave her alone. He was desperate for the bigger penis that would make her want him but he had to let Ellister suck his cock first. Why did fags always come on to him?
His thoughts turned back to a time when he had been alone and friendless in the world, a week into his exile from his village and not sure where to go or what lay ahead. He had not eaten in three days.
A traveling merchant had caught up to him on the road. “It’s not safe to be alone along this stretch, Young Lad, you best stay with me until we reach the safety of the next town. I have plenty of food I can share as payment for your company.”
Only a fool would give away his food for free, but Falco thanked him kindly and fell in with him. He would stay until the food ran out then he would fuck off.
After dinner that first night they had turned in. It was a chilly night in early spring. The merchant was snug in his bedroll while Falco shivered for lack of a blanket. “No sense fighting the cold, Young Lad. I have room beside me.” He held the bedroll open for Falco to crawl in.
Falco felt very uncomfortable to be sleeping next to another male, but had been too cold to decline. At first, it was awkward to feel another male body lying against him. The merchant put an arm around him, protecting him from the cold. He accidentally brushed Falco’s crotch and apologized.
“Here” the merchant said, noting Falco was still shivering “let me rub your limbs so you warm up.” He rubbed Falco everywhere until he was all nice and warm. He touched him in places that concerned Falco. When Falco objected he stopped.
By way of apology, he got on top of Falco’s back and gave Falco a shoulder massage that felt quite relaxing after the long day’s travel. Falco moaned in pleasure under the merchant’s strong hands. His pelvis was crushed against Falco’s ass. Falco could tell he had an erection.