The night was starting to wind down. It was around 1:30 in the morning, and although Zora was still serving a couple dozen patrons, most of her time was spent cleaning up the bar and talking with Fjord. He sat at the end of the bar, keeping his eyes trained on her over the lip of his third pint of ale.
"Are you getting drunk, Fjord?" She looked up at him, teasing, as she polished the bar in front of his pitcher.
"Don't you wish. You should see the amount our crew drinks when we're on the Tide's Breath. It's actually obscene. My crew are heavyweights like you've never seen before. "
She paused and gazed at his face, noticing in the way his eyes gleamed when he mentioned his ship. He sat in front of her with a kind of easy confidence, his presence bringing an aura of warmth to the sticky bar. Before him, a small candle reflected off of his eyes, making them look more golden than yellow.
He caught her gaze with a smirk and raised his eyebrow. "Zora, if you're going to stare you should at least buy me a drink."
She stood up straight. Although Fjord's tone was light, there was a note of sincerity that gave her a twinge in her gut. The two of them had been talking easily all night, laughing heartily at one another's jokes and anecdote's about life growing up in the menagerie coast and the characters that they each worked with.
She kept her tone on par with his. "You should know that I'm not supposed to fraternize with patrons, Fjord. Even when they are extremely charming."
She reached for a napkin left on the bar, and he swiftly stuck his hand out and caught hers.
"So then, what if I just ask you when your shift is over?"
Zora felt that spark of electricity in her gut once more. Except now, it was like a note ringing out from her lower stomach, vibrating down to her toes.
"I..." she glanced up at the clock, doing quick calculations. "Last call's in 20 minutes. It'll take me a bit of time to clean up. But after, we could..."
She drew the sentence out, looking down at his hand on hers. He nodded, giving her a smile that flashed his filed-down incisors. She wondered what the story was there.
"I'll wait for you. I've got a room upstairs, if you wanted to have a drink up there with me?"
She looked away, nodding quickly as she pulled her hands back and grabbed some garbage on the bar. She felt like he could hear how her heart was pounding in her chest. She looked back at him, and he met her gaze intensely. Biting her lip, she nodded ruefully and affirmed, "Okay, wait for me."
He took a big swig of his pint, finishing it, and mouthed back silently, "I will".
Cleaning up the bar took some time. She had to double check the weights of her liquor bottles, and definitely had overcharged some people for their drinks tonight because the silver in her till was not adding up. However, Fjord had waited patiently for her, even helping usher out drunk patrons who did not seem to hear the fiddler's last call announcement.
As the door was shut behind the final exiting patron, a fuzzy silence fell in the bar. Zora stacked the final glasses atop the dark bar top, her stomach starting to do small somersaults that she tried not to focus on. Fjord slowly approached her, and quirked his head toward the bar.
"You know, you said it was your first shift but you really look like a natural back there."
She caught him as his eyes made a swift trail down her body, catching his slight hesitation as he took in the tight fit of her trousers. He quickly looked back up, and as their eyes met, her mouth turned up into a sly smile.
"Pouring drinks really doesn't take all that much talent. It's nothing like what you do on your boat. All I need to do is smile and pretend I'm interested in my customers' stories."
Fjord gave a mock gasp. "You're telling me you WEREN'T enthralled by my stories?"
"Well, it's easier to pretend if the person is quite handsome. Gives me something to look at." She laughed.
Fjords eyes flashed with what seemed like a shock of electricity and he quirked his head to the side with a grin.
"Well, I mean, if you're done here I have a bottle of Tal'Dorean wine in my room that I'm dying to share with a beautiful woman."
Zora's cheeks warmed and she dropped her cleaning rag on the bar. "Let's go".
Fjord offered his hand, and she took it gently. His calloused thumb rubbed a small circle on her hand as the two of them walked up the creaky wooden stairs to the second floor of the tavern.
Arriving outside of a simple wooden door, Fjord fished a small iron key out of his pocket, and slipped it into the room's lock.
As it creaked open on hinges that had not been oiled in years, he turned to Zora. Speaking quietly his voice betrayed a hint of self-consciousness. "It's nothing fancy but well, you already knew that I guess."
Zora gave him a warm smile and looked around the room. It was a simple setup, with a double bed and cheap, cream-coloured sheets. A leather rucksack sat on the bed, the only evidence that Fjord had already been in here.
"Just give me a second," the half-orc instructed, and he began to take off his leather breastplate that covered his chest. He undid a button on his hip, also taking his curved blade off, leaning it on the room's small wooden nightstand.
Zora watched him put his blade down, and put on a voice infused with fake concern. "What, you don't want to stay armed for our drink? What if this was all a ruse for me to rob you? You can't be too careful these days. I could have a knife hidden under this shirt."
Fjord's head turned quickly towards her and he stilled. His face seemed to pause and think for a moment. And then, in a swift step, he moved towards her, as if she had stepped into a trap. The light behind his eyes seemed to darken as he looked her over with an intentional stillness. He gave an amused hum in the back of his throat, and his gravelly voice gave a low command. "Zora, put your arms out."
Barely considering his words, Zora quickly lifted her arms out into an awkward T-pose. The sailor stepped forward, closing the gap between their two bodies. He was a few inches taller than her, and Zora looked up into his eyes with a pounding chest. Fjord's movements were slow, but deliberate; as though he considered his options thoughtfully, but acted on them swiftly. He lifted his own arms, and placed his hands firmly on Zora's hips. After a moment's pause, he turned his chin down, his eyes intensely meeting hers with a fire that made Zora make a quiet inhale.
And then slowly, as if calling her bluff, he slid his rough, calloused hands up the sides of her shirt. His palm fit the curve of her silhouette like two pieces of a puzzle coming together, and although his hands were calloused from his work aboard the Tide's Breath, his firm touch had a tenderness to it, as if understanding that before him stood a beautiful woman, and not an adversary.
Fjord's hands slowly brushed up the sides of her ribcage, with his thumbs tracing the small designs carved into her leather corset. He gave a low hum as his hands moved higher, lightly brushing the sides of her breasts, which Zora knew were pushed up considerably higher than normal with the help of her top.
She watched his eyes as they drank her in, seemingly focused on the rise and fall of her breasts with each hesitant breath. His thumbs ever-so-lightly grazed the fronts of her breasts where her nipples were, sending a shiver down her spine, and causing her to gasp softly.
Fjord paused, raising his gaze to Zora's wide eyes, and then, lower, to her soft pink lips as they regulated her breathing.
He leaned in, placing his mouth near her right ear. Zora was painfully aware that his hands were still gently brushing the front of her top.
His voice was quiet, but it dripped with a low amusement as his warm breath caressed Zora's ears. "Looks to me like you have nothing to hide."
She inhaled a shaky breath, and returned, "Should we have that wine now?"
Fjord's hands lingered only for a moment, and then he lightly pulled back and stepped towards his rucksack. He reached into the leather bag and pulled out a large, dark red bottle.
He turned to Zora. "You got a corkscrew on you?"
She dipped her hand into her pocket and pulled out a small metal corkscrew. Tossing it to him, he easily plucked it out of the air with one hand. Swiftly, he uncorked the bottle, and then paused, looking up at his counterpart a bit sheepishly.
"I actually... don't have any glasses. Are you opposed to drinking straight from the bottle? If not we could probably go downstairs and—"
Zora stepped forward and gently pulled the bottle from his hands. She lifted it to her mouth, pausing for a moment as her lips hesitated its opening. She intentionally brought her dark brown eyes up to meet his, and as their gazes collided, she felt a jolt of warmth bloom in her panties.
She firmly pressed her lips around the mouth of bottle and took a large swig of wine. She immediately discovered the drink itself was quite nice, actually. Zora was used to buying the cheapest ale possible (if she could even afford to buy it at all), and the slight burn of an upscale wine down her throat felt grounding. Her vision seemed to sharpen, with an electric pulse in her navel demanding intimacy with this stranger before her.
Fjord's eyes were tracking her shifting body. He held his hand out for the bottle, and Zora stepped forward, placing it firmly in his grasp. Their fingers brushed momentarily, and Zora could see a small, almost imperceptible shiver course through his body. So he could feel it too, then. This electric chemistry with a stranger, an unspoken desire passing between them as a current would.
The sailor took a long, hard drink from the bottle, maintaining eye contact with Zora, and then sat down at the edge of the stiff bed. He placed his tanned green hand beside him, patting the cream sheets of the bed twice.
Zora sat herself beside him, the double bed suddenly feeling too small. She slipped off her shoes, tucking her feet under her as she turned her body to Fjord, who held out the bottle for her once again. As she took another long draw from the bottle, Fjord's hand raised like a flash, his thumb placed gently just under her lip.
His voice was warm and low, like the crackling embers of a fire. "You almost dripped. Wouldn't want to stain these high quality sheets." His thumb gently swiped a bead of wine away.
The calloused thumb remained on Zora's face for a long moment. All she could focus on was the small point of heat coming from his finger on her skin, and with a churning feeling below her navel, she gently dipped her chin down, meeting his calloused thumb with her soft lips. She opened her mouth, and his finger gently slipped in.
She looked up at him, their bodies close enough to share heat between one another. His golden eyes were dimmed with hunger, watching her mouth as she took his thumb into it. She sucked gently, and then pulled it out, running her tongue gently from the palm of his hand to the tip of his thumb.
Fjord let out a small groan, suddenly putting the bottle of wine down with his free hand. He pulled his hand from Zora's grasp, and firmly grasped the sides of her face with both of his rough hands.
He let out a heavy breath. "I've wanted to do this since I walked up to that bar and saw you wearing that—" his gaze moved down to her breasts held up by the corset, and he gave another groan.
He didn't wait for Zora respond before he moved his lips to meet hers. The two crashed together like shore and wave, heat pulsing between their parted lips as Zora panted into his hot mouth. He kissed with a focused intensity, meeting her sweet, soft lips with a hunger burning from months at sea.
Her tongue slipped into his mouth, and he met it with his own, tenderly caressing the insides of her mouth. Zora surrendered to the kiss, entwining her hands up into his hair, grasping it at the root as he groaned into her mouth. Fjord used his strength to manoeuvre her soft body under his, laying her down on the bed without breaking contact.
Suddenly, his tongue slipped into her mouth with force, invading her space. He made one, strong stroke of the tongue between her lower teeth and lips, from molar to molar. Zora froze with pleasure, her brain struggling to process this expression of dominance, as if he had just staked a claim in her body. Pulling back slowly, his teeth clamped down gently on her lower lip, drawing a whimper out of the deep caverns of Zora's body. His eyes met hers with an electric lust, and his voice came out breathless.
"Do you want to..."
She nodded her head abruptly, cutting him off. No matter what he was going to say in this moment, she wanted it. Her body was coursing with attraction, a need to see what his strong grip, his lean muscle, could do to her.
She looked up at his suntanned body bearing down on hers. "I want you." She paused, running a hand down his body, gliding it over where his protruding erection pushed against his thick linen pants. She trailed her fingers over it, teasing, and her voice dropped to a whisper. "I want you to fuck me, Fjord."
The half-orc inhaled sharply, his eyes clouding over with a dark, evident desire. Slowly, a wicked grin spread across his face which again flashed Zora with a hint of his filed-down incisors. "All you had to do was ask, pretty girl."
With a swift tug, he raised her up, flipping her onto her back. Suddenly, he was straddled over her plump ass, pinning her down to the cheap inn sheets as his deft fingers yanked at the leather cording that kept her corset in place. Zora squirmed under his heavy weight, feeling his hard shaft pressing against her. Her thighs squeezed together as an overwhelming wave of desire saturated her underwear.
Without a warning, Fjord reached his hand between her legs to stroke her plump, aroused clitoris through her underwear. His slender fingers grazed over her with a deliberate, firm pressure that sent shockwaves through her body. She trembled beneath him, anticipating his next move.
"You're just aching for me, aren't you, Zora?" His voice teased her with a low chuckle, and she could feel that he was now rock hard against her ass. And then, as if she weighed nothing at all, he placed his arms on either side of her hips and flipped her once more, pinning her arms down so that he was now straddling over her, their eyes locked together in a frenzied hunger.
She was practically vibrating with lust. She gazed up at him under her dark eyelashes and found her voice, shakily shooting back through swollen lips, "Why don't you pull your cock out and see what happens?"
A few things happened rapidly; a low growl emitted from deep within Fjord's chest, and with wide eyes Zora watched him tug down her pants to her ankles so that she was just in a pair of white panties and the unbuttoned white blouse that had been under her corset. He roughly unbuttoned his own pants, freeing the large erection that had been pushing at the coarse linen fabric.
Following his lead, Zora hungrily reached down, pulling his underwear down as his swollen erection tumbled out. Her hands tenderly grasped for it, its slight curve fitting warmly in her palm.
"I want to feel you inside me" she breathed desperately.
"Show me," he growled, pulling her up roughly. They faced each other for a moment, and instead of leaning back into a reclining position, his lips crashed into hers as he deftly brought his hands up to tease her breasts.
With one hand, he slowly grazed her right nipple, teasing it. As he tenderly pinched and rolled her nipple between his calloused fingers, he snaked his other hand down to caress the wetness soaking through her panties.
"Oh god," he groaned, "you're so fucking wet." His gravely voice hitched as he continued, increasing the speed with which he rubbed her through her panties. "I want you to show me the pretty little faces you make when you cum for me."
Unable to speak, Zora gave a frenzied, desperate whimper, already feeling hot waves of pleasure course through her body.
Fjord roughly pushed her back on the bed, and without hesitation slipped her panties off. Their mouths crashed together again, each parting of their lips creating an intoxicating friction. As Zora's hands gripped around Fjord's muscular biceps, he reached down to part her legs.
Waves of arousal rolled off of her as he gently caressed the folds of her labia, his thumb circling her clit, causing her to clench with the slow teasing of his touch. Fjord dipped his index finger into her, giving a small beckon, and then pulling it out after a moment. His eyes trained onto hers, he brought his hand to his mouth, sucking her cream off of his finger.
He bit back a moan, and Zora instinctively gripped his cock, positioning it at her opening. She swirled it across her clit, shuddering with anticipation as she teased him, feeling how hard he was for her. She felt intoxicated with a need for him, his body, his presence above her.
His husky voice cut through the haze of her desire as he brought his hot breath to her ear. "Stop teasing me, pretty girl."
In one slick movement, he sunk his length into her, her wet pussy stretching to accommodate his girth as her hips tilted up to meet his. It was as if a tight spring was uncoiling within Zora's lower abdomen as Fjord's cock silkily moved up to meet her G-spot, again and again and again.
"Oh God," she gasped. She reached up and pulled his head toward her, placing it in front of her breasts, and his mouth met her nipple. His tongue lapped at it hungrily, and Zora's sensitive nipples hardened at the contact. As his swirling tongue teased her and his cock pounded into her, she tilted his head and brushed her lips against his ear.
She lightly sucked his earlobe and let out a breathy moan into his ear, which he instantly met with his own low groan.
"Fjord, say my name." It was a desperate plea, and she licked up the delicate interior bone of his ear to punctuate her demand.
His voice came out ragged and dark, panting from the exertion he was pounding into her. "Zora, when I'm out on the water, all I'm going to be thinking are filthy thoughts about your sweet little cunt. Zora, Zora, Zora..." His voice tapered out breathlessly.
He slowly pulled his wet cock out of her, gazing down at her soft body, eyes intoxicated with lust. He brought his lips to meet hers, exhaling warm breath between her reddened, swollen mouth. His soft lips ghosted over hers, the sensation so featherlight it sent a shiver through Zora's body.
He brought his weight down on her, his cock burying itself in the warmth of her throbbing interior. Again, and again, he brought himself down onto her, each meeting of their hips causing her to cry out.
"Oh Fjord, fuck. I,— fuck,—"
His frantic intensity kept up, ploughing himself into her body as they shared their hot breath, their foreheads pressed together as they gasped into one another's mouths.
Zora's eyes rolled back into her head. All she could focus on was the ecstasy of his body, the shockwaves of pleasure thrumming from her pussy across every inch of her body. She could barely control the cries escaping her, her body overwhelmed with the bliss of his pounding erection.
"I'm gonna,— Fjord I'm gonna cum—"
She could barely choke the words out before her body rocked, an electric shock of pleasure exploding the nerve endings between her legs. She let out a scream, every muscle in her body tensing up as her back arched her up into Fjord's muscular torso.
Upon feeling Zora's release, Fjord's body stuttered and he cried out, uncontrolled, his hips jerking to fill her up with his hot cum. His eyes closed and his muscles tensed in an animalistic release as his hands gripped her soft flesh. Panting, Fjord stilled, his cock twitching inside of Zora, releasing unrelenting streams of cum into her tight hole.
Panting and lightheaded, the two partners locked eyes. Blood pounded in Zora's ears as she took in the man before her, his rough hands still holding her still on the bed. She flashed him an intoxicated grin.
"So... is this really what you're going to think of when you're all alone on your ship?
His golden eyes crackled intensely as he matched her grin with his own. He seemed to take a minute to string his words together, as he gently slid his slick cock out of her.
"I..." he blinked, processing. "That was..."
Fjord's body slowly collapsed onto the bed beside her, and he turned, blinking, to meet her burning gaze. He gently brought a hand up, and traced lightly across the soft buds of her nipples.
"You're going to be burned into my brain until the day I die."
His fingers continued to flutter tenderly across her body as the two moved under the bed's covers, sharing their body heat in the contact of their limbs.
Eventually, Zora fell asleep in Fjord's arms. They slept together, the hard lines of his body pressed against her soft curves as his arms wrapped protectively around her torso. It had been months since Zora had had had such a deep, dreamless sleep.
She roused in the morning, sun streaming through a partially open curtain onto her naked body. She glanced blearily up at the clock on the wall she could see it was 7 a.m., before catching a movement in the corner of the room. Fjord was exiting the room's tiny bathroom door, and he was already dressed in his clothes.
Their eyes locked, and he gave her a small smile. "I... I didn't want to leave you without saying goodbye, but we set sail at 7:30 this morning." He strode toward the bed, sitting gingerly on the side of the bed and leaning down to place his hands at the sides of her temples. He gently placed his lips on her forehead, his tender kiss giving her a twinge in her gut that she couldn't fully process at this hour.
She gazed up at him with a small, sad smile. "I understand."
"I'll be at sea for a few months, but when I get back to port, maybe I could see you again?"
Zora bit her lip and nodded at him. She remembered her first impression of him as he had walked up to her bar; in a sea of merchant sailors, he looked like an adventurer, ready to challenge the dangers of the high seas. Here he stood now, his hair mussed slightly, his shirt unbuttoned, still giving off the same aura of confidence.
She cleared her throat and replied in a groggy voice, "I'll let you buy me another drink."
He smiled, and then paused, looking deeply into her dark eyes. In the beat of silence, she could feel a wave of emotion roll over her, this connection with a stranger that felt so tangible, so electric. It was as if he had known her, her body, forever. She opened her mouth again. "Go, before I pull you back into bed."
He nodded silently and pressed a final, gentle kiss to her lips. Then he stood, turning and picking up his leather rucksack, and walked out of the wooden door to the small inn room.
Zora collapsed back into the pillows. She looked up at the wooden beams of the inn ceiling, trying to process what had happened within the last twelve hours. She smiled to herself, silently mouthing out his name.
Fjord, Fjord Fjord.
She closed her eyes, and fell back into an intoxicating sleep.