The year is 1492 DR. It's early spring. You drink alone in a bar in the center of Waterdeep.

The paperwork is done, and by the end of the week your business of several years is going to officially belong to your uncle. You decided to go to the big city and do this the right way, since he found it important for you to not have to worry about getting deceived again. He is going to do the effort of selling it for you, which you are eternally thankful for. You need to get away for a while. The little everyone-know-everyone village you live in is not going to be a pleasant place for you to dwell in right now, not when something as insignificant as a young couple's breakup is considered a scandal. Additionally, you've spent your whole life mastering the arts of blacksmithing, and it irks you that the weapons you've forged have seen countless more sights than you have yourself. It's time to change that. You're a more than decent fighter, a fine huntress… You'll get by. Maybe you'll even join a party and quest!

After signing the deed of transfer you decide to get a drink or ten, to bittersweetly celebrate and to drown another certain sorrow. The nearest place you can find is called The Whistling Ostrich. Though the place is in fact fancier than it ought to be with such a name, you are certainly not here to drink dragon wine. You have done what you came to the city to do, and now you want to get hammered, maybe watch a bar fight if you're lucky, and crash at the nearest inn you can find. But in order to witness any commotion at all, you'd probably have to change taverns. This place reeks of nobility, and you feel quite out of place.

Nevertheless, you find yourself sitting at the second floor balcony counter, sipping on a Lily-in-a-well while you mindlessly ogle the fancy-looking customers. Why didn't you think of this before ordering? This is going to be expensive. Well, you are after all selling your smithy. That bloody dung-Goblin didn't even bother to demand half of the profit from getting rid of the old thing. No, wait… That was unfair to Goblins. Nevermind. You promised yourself to not let this get the better of you. You've bawled over that prick once already.

But seriously- was that half-elf chambermaid next town really that much prettier than you? She did havea pair of pretty Gods damned huge-

Enough.

You sigh. The sex. You're going to miss the sex. It was… Actually pretty good. Got a little too casual at the end there, but when you think about it now you realize you were probably getting served sloppy seconds for quite a while there, at best. That's what you get for being loyal during all those years! You scoff quietly. At least you didn't catch crabs.

When you are a few gulps from finishing your beverage, a new drink appears in front of you. It's blue. 'It's Frost Mead, honey', the halfling waitress says with a giddy smile. 'Not too strong, though, won't have you breathe ice or anything of the like. It's just really good.' 'Uh, that's great, but I didn't order this', you say, apologetically gesturing for her to return it as you don't wanna smudge the glass with your dirty worker hands. You couldn't afford expensive stuff like this, at least not until the money from the sale comes in. 'No, but they did.' With a clearly amused little smirk playing on her lips, the waitress nods discreetly in the direction of a round table in the middle of the second floor salon.

There's a tiefling couple sitting there. Definitely married, definitely important. The man is tall and athletically built, shiny black horns curling down the backside of his skull and equally shiny black hair draping his back and shoulders elegantly. His skin is cardinal red, his irises glowing in yellow. His white poet shirt is spotless, steel blue vest and brown boots too. The lady, his wife you assume, is of just a shade lighter than him, albeit her hair is a short silvery bob cut. Her eyes are an icy blue, but still appear warm. She wears a tight, cream-coloured little dress, its generously deep v-neck revealing plenty of her small but insanely perky breasts. As soon as you lock eyes with them, gentle but unmistakably enticing smiles curve on their lips, and you can see the tips of their slender tails starting to sway softly.

You immediately turn your head back as your blood violently rushes to your face. Sweat is beginning to accumulate in your armpits, and you stare with wide eyes at the tall glass placed in front of you. What in all the Nine Hells? Do they…?

'Drink it if you want them to come up and talk to you. Ignore it if not.' She presses the empty tray towards her chests and grins mischievously, obviously excited to be the bearer of such a request. 'Please pardon my impudence, Miss, but if it was me, I'd drink.' Before you can reply, she's off in an eager stride to pick up orders, but you know she'll be throwing little glances your way to see the proceedings of this game. It must be fun to be a waitress, if you've got the grit to stand up to the creeps and the assholes. She, for one, seems to be doing fine.

Now back to what just happened to you. Your cheeks are still flashing scarlet, and you are at a loss for what to do.

You glance over your shoulder again. They are objectively a gorgeous couple, however not the kind of people that would usually draw your attention, as they quite crassly appear to be a bit too… High class for you. They must be at least fifteen years older than you too, counting in human years that is. You are usually drawn to people with some dirt under their nails, and have only been with people about your own age. But, after all this time, do you even have a type? Also, the fact that people like them would look at someone like you…

Is rather flattering. And exciting. Very exciting. Without really thinking, you take a sip.

Oh.

You've never had this happen to you before. You've absolutely been hit on, and by some real lookers too if you'd say so yourself, but loyal as you were you've always politely turned them down. You were perfectly content, you thought. Maybe this couple does this all the time. They're probably kinky as all Hells, gross even, maybe they have already put some kind of fucking sedative in your mead and are going to oh shit here they come-

'I take it my wife and I can have a seat?' The man's voice is pleasant, perfectly fitting his overall handsome visage. You nod sheepishly, and they sit down on the bar stools on each side of you. The room immediately turns a hundred degrees hotter. 'I'm Dharion, and the lovely lady's name is Veldani.' You tell them your name but the tiefling woman doesn't shake your hand, instead she puts her hand gently on your arm for a brief moment and smiles. 'We are diplomats by profession' she says, voice sensual and womanly and soft as silk. 'Currently working to put an end to slavery in this city.' 'But slavery is illegal in Waterdeep', you say. The moment the sentence rolls off your tongue, you understand how naive of a statement it was. However, they do nothing that suggests perceiving you as such. 'Illegal, but occurring nonetheless, I'm afraid', the man says. 'We're working to expose the underground markets', the woman fills her husband in. 'But that's a discussion for another time, you didn't have that drink to hear us go on and on about our jobs, did you?' 'Um…' By the Gods, could you stop blushing? 'It is very adorable when your face turns red like that', Veldani says as if she was reading your thoughts. 'Darling, do not tease her', her husband adds. The woman giggles. 'A-anyway', you stutter, trying to regain some confidence, 'I drank, so… What now? I've never done something like this. In fact, I got out of a long-term relationship last week because I was cheated on.' You don't mind telling them this, not because you're looking for pity but because you have no reason to defend that shithead.

'Oh, tell me it isn't so!' The woman exclaims with true compassion in her voice. Dharion shakes his head and frowns. 'Such a loss for them, I'd say. Surely you are better off without such a… Whatever word you'd call them, dear.' 'Vermin', you say without missing a beat. The couple snicker. 'And regarding what happens now… We don't like to mince the words, so… Dearie, would you?' 'We drink and chat for a while, if you want to, then you follow us to our accommodation, if you want to, then we have some fun, if you want to. No obligations, you can tap out anytime… We'll rent you a room of your own too, so you can have a good night's sleep when we're done.' You can see Dharion's tail quiver lightly as his wife speaks, he's acting perfectly courteous and collected but you can tell this is making him excited. 'Everyone knows us here', he says reassuringly, 'we wouldn't get away with any funny business. This is just something we enjoy doing.'

'I… I… I'm afraid I'd behave awkwardly', you admit. At least you are capable of honesty. 'There's a first time for everything', Veldani soothes you, 'and we don't mind taking things slow. Step by step…' as she says this, she lifts her hand to swipe away a loose strand of hair from your fringe. You shudder visibly. 'If you don't like us, we'll stop and walk you to your room.' You nod. You seriously doubt you'll dislike them.

To think you'd get thrown into a situation like this, so soon, so sudden! You look at Veldani, then at Dharion. They are still displaying gentle smiles, but their eyes are sparkling with enthusiasm.

Your head is spinning. You are going to do it. You are going to do it. 'No better way of getting rid of your ex as letting someone else fuck the memories away', you remember a friend saying.

In the corner of your eye, you can see the waitress giggle to herself.

'Can I finish my drink first?' You ask. You'll need it.

You are just tipsy enough to not be overcome by bashfulness and bail on the whole thing as you accompany the couple from the bar to a lovely inn just across the street. They get you a room, as promised, and Dharion is the one to follow you there as Veldani goes to their room to freshen herself up. Just like you need to do. 'You'll find us at the end of the hallway, room four.' He hands you your light backpack that he insisted on carrying for you. 'Also, Miss, I must ask… Are you the kind of person who is vocal about your wants? Or do you prefer suggestions?' You know your face is yet again redder than a lobster's tail but you can't make a fuss about it every single time, you just have to pray they find it as charming as they claim. 'I-I guess… I'd like some suggestions. Or rather, complete guidance through this thing.' You're no prude, and you know some of your own tastes could be considered raunchy, but in this situation you feel hopelessly inexperienced. 'Noted', she smirks. He then gently closes the door and leaves you to your own devices.

Your suite really is luxurious, having its own bathroom with running water. You've never stayed in an accommodation this nice, and you spend some time just looking around and trying to calm your nerves. You wash your face, and every other part of you that might eventually be smelly after the long day, before viewing yourself in the mirror. You're down to a simple rust-coloured tunic and brown leather pants, but you are rather good-looking. Not like them, maybe, but for a common worker's woman.

You take a deep breath, and with the steadiest stride you can muster you head down the corridor and knock three times on the door of room number four.

Dharion opens after but a few moments, and a chill travels down your spine as you can tell that the whole mood has changed. Or rather, increased is the right word. Their room looks almost exactly like yours; a massive bed with a red velvet canopy, a chaise longue with gilded ornaments and a large wooden chest with a sturdy lock to stove away your belongings in. You pay the room minimal attention, however. Dharion, as he lets you in, has gotten rid of his boots and vest, and Veldani is sitting comfortably on the longue in a dark violet evening gown that is even more revealing than her previous dress. They look warmly at you, and you don't know if it's your expectations that are playing tricks on your mind, but they are fuming with erotic energy. You have absolutely no idea what to expect, and they better start suggesting soonlike Dharion said they would.

'Do you want to commence?' Veldani asks smoothly. You nod nervously. 'Well then, I'm gonna tell you something that I like, and we'll see what you think about it.' Again, it's like the tiefling woman has read your mind. She stands up, elegantly walking over to you so that she lingers right behind you, hands on your shoulders. She is slightly taller than you, and her breath against your earlobe has goosebumps forming upon your arms. She spots it, and giggles. 'I like to see my husband kiss other women', she whispers and snickers again. Dharion is in front of you, watching the unfolding scene amusedly. 'But not because I enjoy being degraded', she continues, letting her clawed fingers slide down the sides of your arms, 'but because I love to see what it looks like. To see your partner from an outside perspective, in any angle you want… Is really wonderful, and when you trust them as much as I trust my husband, the jealousy doesn't hurt. It just stings a little.' 'May I?' It is Dharion who is speaking now, the back of the fingers of his graceful hand now stroking your cheek. 'Y… Yes', you press out.

Veldani stands behind you, softly grasping your wrists and her husband puts his lips upon yours. They're surprisingly supple, and fiery hot. In fact, as soon as he touches you, you can feel a sweltering warmth infusing your entire being, and you let out a faint gasp. He tilts your head ever so slightly, and the kiss deepens. You are kissing this stranger, this married man, but a mere week after being left by your old love. Veldani has released her grip of your wrists now, instead sneaking her lithe arms around your waist from behind. You can feel her breasts pushing against your back… 'Go on', she purrs, 'put your arms around his neck.'

You obey, and tentatively curl your arms around his broad shoulders. Good, you need it, because your legs can barely support you at this point. When you feel Dharion's tongue upon your own, even hotter than his lips, you notice that it is forked at the end. So this is what a relationship can be like. This man is kissing you, an unknown woman, and she watches, and she enjoys it. Her hands have crept up your tunic now, and she plays with your breasts through your brassiere. The genuine passion of his kiss and her touch makes you lean your upper body into his torso and push your posterior towards her hips, and as you do you a proper moan escapes your lips, louder and needier than you had ever planned for. The couple chuckle, not mean-spirited but rather endearingly, and you can't help but do the same. 'He's a good kisser, no?' Veldani says. You nod. 'Would you like to kneel with me and make my husband happy?' You nod again.

Still fully clothed, you and the tiefling woman get on your knees before the tall man, who you can clearly see is hard as a rock beneath the fabric of his trousers. His tail is whisking in the air, quivering almost, as his wife undo the buttoning and swiftly brings forth a generous erection. You stare at it as if transfixed, and she laughs at you again. 'Sweet girl, have you been starved?' She asks. 'Or did your former partner simply not have a cock? I realize you never specified.' You give her no reply, you justkeep staring at the huge red thing twitching inches from your face. 'Come now', she encourages you, with no further ado leaning it to run her tongue against the length of it. You can hear Dharion letting out a content, huffed sigh above your head. You haven't even touched him yet, but his hand is already resting gently in your hair, the other one curling around a horn on his wife's beautiful head.

You try to do as she does, and soon you are moving your mouths along his shaft and tip, tongues touching now and then as the limb turns increasingly wetter from your combined saliva. Soon, it is glistening. 'Oh, by the Stars…' Dharion growls from the whole back of his throat, and just when you take the head of his manhood into your mouth he urgently pulls out, shoves it in between the lips of his wife and zealously releases himself with a groan.

Your southern region is pounding with zest by now, and it doesn't become less unbearable when Veldani immediately turns to kiss you. You can taste him on her lips, and it isn't all that bad. 'Ladies… You make quite a team', he pants. 'Darling, we must cease this rudeness', Veldani suddenly insists as she rises to her feet again and assists you in doing the same, 'can't you see the girl is yearning? Miss, please let us satisfy you now!' 'Okay', you stutter through a fog of sheer lasciviousness. 'On the bed, now!' Veldani urges you eagerly.

'This is one of my favorite positions', the woman happily informs you as your naked self crawls on top of her equally bare body. You are on the bed now, the tiefling reclined against a bundle of pillows, and you wonder how your inebriation has increased tenfold without you having had a drop more to drink. Your crotch, kind of fuzzy and unkempt, pressed against her cleanly shaved mons pubis kind of makes you want to grind against it until you both scream, but there is also something else you desire. Something she wants just as badly. 'Darling, look', she says, gently but shamelessly spreading your outer labias with her fingers. 'Look how wet she is! Isn't she delightful?' 'Oh, yes, truly', you hear Dharion's voice right behind you, he is on his knees on the bed. 'I am very much wishing to enter you now, if I may?' You mewl something that sounds like an approval with your face buried in Veldani's chest, raising your ass like some filthy animal in heat. You don't have any care left in you. 'Fffuuuuuuuck' you hear yourself exclaim as he places the tip of his member against your entrance, grasps your hips and begins to push into your tight body.

Bless the Gods. Bless the Gods. Blessed be the motherfucking Gods, this is amazing. Highly keen on fulfilling your needs, the woman has you scooched up far enough on top of her so that she can squeeze a hand in between your steaming bodies and rub your swollen bud while her husband thrusts into you. Though her nails are sharp, she does it perfectly without scraping your skin even a little. You hide your face in the nape of her neck when you start coming close, which frankly doesn't take you that long. Dharion groans as you clench around him, but since you and his wife have made him come once already, he refrains from going over the edge. You however do not, and you can't believe the sounds coming out of your mouth as the orgasm rattles you to your core.

'Ooooh…' you whimper as Veldani pets your hair, shushing you tenderly. Her husband, still balls deep inside you, leans down over you until his face is hovering in level with your ear. 'I think she needed that', you dazedly hear him say to his wife. 'Hey, Miss', he asks ever so courteously, 'do you need a breather or shall we carry on?' 'More', you say instantly, surprised by your own gusto. 'I was going to ask you if you would like to use that nimble tongue of yours on my wife', he continues, pulling out only briefly to let you gracelessly crawl down without objection. In fact, now when it's been offered, you crave it.

Veldani's vagina is pretty. Of course it is, everything about her is pretty. It even tastes sweet. Dharion lets you rest while you begin to carefully lap at it, probably because he wants to watch. 'Honeeeey', the woman begs, 'take her again, I want to see you take her!' Her tail coils encouragingly around both your and his body, and you press out a muffled moan into her flesh when his manhood fills you again. He begins to move, his long hair bobbing from the rhythm of his movements and tickling your neck and shoulders as you eat his wife. 'Oooh by the Sun and the Moon and the Stars I am coommiiing' she eventually yells out into the hot air and jerk against your mouth, it is more than enough to topple you over for a second time as well. When you stop, the bottom half of your face is soaked in Veldani's juices.

With Dharion resting on top of you like a warm heavy blanket you feel like you might drift off, however you're still conscious enough to get up as he rolls off you and sprawl out on the mattress next to the panting tiefling woman. He does the same on her other side, and when you shift a bit on the bed you can tell he didn't release himself in you. It seems that his seed is for his wife only. 'You okay, dearie?' Veldani inquires, and as soon as you nod drowsily with what you assume is a rather goofy smile on your lips she raises to straddle her husband, sinking down on his cock in a zealous manner that makes him groan anew. She grinds her hips against him until his eyes turn hazy, and you watch the couple as if mesmerized. As insanely thrilling as it is, you feel a stab of envy when you notice how they look at each other, especially how he looks at her. He's just been with someone else, inside another woman, but… It wasn't unfaithfulness. They did it together, and they loved to do it.

The envy doesn't hurt terribly. It just stings a bit.

'Oh babe', Dharion finally presses out, pulls her close to his body with his arms around the small of her back and absolutely slams into her until he bursts inside her red velvety tiefling pussy.

You wake up in the bed of your own room. The first pale morning rays are finding their way in through the slits of the otherwise closed canopy drape. You lay on your belly, duvet rolled around you like a wyrm, pillow soiled from drool trickling down your cheek in your sleep. You roll over on your back, and the moment you realize where you are you let out a silly little noise as you cover your face with your hands. Oh dear, what did you do last night? You laugh quietly to yourself. Yes, you did that. You. You get up, waddling over to the large window with your hair in a tousle and pull apart the slightly opened curtains all the way. With your hands on your hips you gaze down the street, watching as people open up their stores for the day, guards patrolling, a spotless white horse pulling a buggy, a fancily clad couple sitting closely together upon it. He whispers something to her, she giggles and kisses his cheek. It's them.

What a thoroughly inspirational couple.

You remember that you are in fact naked.

Even though you are on the third floor, anyone who looked up and happened to look towards your window would see you standing there with your tits out and your hair looking like a crow's nest. For a second, you kind of want people to look. You haven't felt this good about yourself in ages.

You don't have much to go back to, but that encounter last night was the final little push you needed to make your decision. There is more in this world than your little village, and though you are very good at what you do, it is time to see how your weapons perform. How you perform. You smile to yourself, biting down on your lower lip.

You're going on an adventure.