All lived till she finished dinner. Clean up had been messy, but in the end she learned what she needed to know. One name came through loud and clear, Oghren. HE apparently knew the mysterious dwarf who was seemingly using her to kill and ensnare the wicked.
Lilith had always liked him; perhaps it was his demonic charm, or the fact he was so unapologeticaly brazen in his intentions... so much in common. Was it, therefore, such a bad thing that happened between them?
Oghren staggered into the Hanged Man, jostling his way through the rowdy crowd, slapping the odd tavern wench, in drunken oblivious inhibition on her buttocks, as well as the odd male elven rogue... thinking them too pretty to be men, and getting in minor scuffles that ended in laughter and more drinking: a wicked, thoroughly enjoyed, vicious cycle.
Lilith watched the spectacle from behind silk drapes on the floor just above the main tavern, and had a moment of weakness that would occupy the rest of the night and well into the next day before the moon showed up again. Until that moment, however, the smile never left her face.
Never believing for a moment that his eyes ever ventured above the enticing cleavage of her exceptionaly large, full, inviting busom her entire life, she felt her mother would never find out; none the less she covered her face, just below her beautiful eyes, and the rest of her scintilating body in even less, and walked down the stairs to the rhythm of three minstrals.
The crowd went silent as she captivatingly gyrated her hips, undulated her flat, naked belly, and shook her large, full, firm breasts to the music, instantly entrancing every set of eyes in the tavern... except one unfocused, blood-shot set.
The dwarf was busy chugging down an entire pitcher of mead someone else ordered, but was too distracted by her to notice.
The patron reached for the now empty pitcher. He was huge; arms the length and thickness of the dwarfs entire body, and the scars arrayed upon him were of a very violent man, and one VERY good at it. Oghren was too drunk to know man from woman.
Lilith wrapped her arms around the huge man's thick neck, and pressed his face nose-deep into her considerable cleavage; just long enough for the pitcher to be replaced.
She stepped away from the huge, now happily grinning from ear to ear and laughing man, and lowered herself, slowly, into the drunken dwarfs lap; who remained seemingly oblivious to scantily clad voluptuous beauty rubbing her barely covered buttocks against his chest, until he reached up from his side to reach out for the pitcher and instead used the silk covering her buttocks to wipe his chest and stomach of beer, baring her hips, leaving only her lace knickers to cover her sex.
"Best tavern wenches," the dwarf slurred to nobody, "bring the rag before you ask, and the mead for free. Love this shithole"
Lilith smiled and turned to face the bleary eyed warrior, "Can I get you something else?"
His eyes popped open wide as she lowered her cleavage to his eye level, "Milk, two milks... erm, I don't think I can afford what you're selling."
She pressed her breasts to his face as she whispered, "You're the only one here who can."
He palmed and squeezed both firm, soft, ample globes of flesh eagerly
the crowd roaring it's approval as she wriggled to the rythm, pulling off the silk covering her abdomen, and tossing it aside, baring her flat, narrow waist as the drunk dwarf all but nursed at her breast through the last silk covering her. She laughed hysterically, before standing up and pulling the dwarf to his unstably wobbly legs, and leading him up to her chambers.
Regaining his equilibrium, he reached out and cupped her sex through the lace; causing her to linger on the stairs and let him explore her till she couldn't take it anymore and they quickened their pace.
The moment they entered her bedchambers, and he sat with her on her bed,he pulled the silk covering her breasts off
The smirking warrior pulled the girl into his arms and nuzzled her breasts, his thick fingers squeezing the ample mounds of flesh, thumbs rubbing the nipples till they surged then sucked on the erect teats.
Lilith panted as the warrior continued with the kneading of her flesh.
He grinned and sighed before hooking his fingers under her knickers and gently caressing her naked vulva till they moistened, before slowly peeling the lace all the way down her long, shapely legs; her thighs parted slightly for him to see the perfectly waxed lips he had just been caressing.
She bit her full bottom lip in anticipation of what she was certain was going to be the most fun shagging of her young life as he laid back on to the bed... and fell asleep... every inch of him.
She was angered for all of three seconds. Then pulled her knickers back on and curled up next to him and fell asleep as well.
Fooled ya? More fun next chapter.