NC 19: Fortuitous Fuck Friend
#19 of November Challenge Stories
Shing, an orc that's looking for some good times before she's gotta head off on a job that's likely to be a long dry time when it comes to 'company', is getting more and more frustrated with the 'speed dates' that the village offers. That is, until one more candidate comes to the meeting place...
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Fortuitous Fuck Friend
November 19th Prompt: Blind Dating in D&D
Shing was disappointed with the town's 'dating' pool. While the orc hadn't expected much in the way of viable partners, she had hoped that there'd be something, anything, that'd be up for a quick fuck with a woman that was interested in just getting a dicking as she passed through. Surely there had to be some prick in town that wanted to get his dick wet, even if it meant sticking it in a 'monster,' she'd thought.
Well, she'd been wrong.
Three hook-ups on the town's message board, three times she'd been seen from across the room and the asshole had turned around and walked out of the tavern. The tusked woman leaned against her table, looking down at the scrap of parchment in hand that promised one more person for the night.
One more pint-sized human that I'd have to sit on to get anything out of, she thought, shaking her head as frustration demanded she toss it into the fireplace. And even then, probably have to make them use their tongue properly instead of just screaming into my ass...
If she wasn't so hard up for company and facing a trip that was going to take her out of polite company for the next three months, she would just give up now...but that dry spell did not make her feel good about her chances of coming out of that particularly sane or desirable. One more, she told herself. One more, and if it failed, then she could go out and see if the town had any boys for sale.
She was just about to turn and order another mead from the bartender when the door open. She turned around -
And blinked.
"...Well, ain't that a kick in the teeth," she muttered, chuckling as the black-scaled dragonborn walked across the bar. He stopped at her table, all but staring down her top as she leaned forward. "You looking for Shing?" she asked.
"That I am," he hissed.
Oh, that's nice. Long tongue - fuck, and not too skinny either, unlike the lizard bastards. He might actually feel good...
"Then you found her. Take a seat."
He did, sitting down like a drink pouring itself into a glass, elegant and fluid all at once. Deep black scales, deep red eyes, the sort of teeth that'd leave a good mark and claws that'd hold someone in place: oh, yeah, he was a package.
"Name's Kaalminkis." The dragonborn didn't offer his hand. He did, however, touch her thigh with his tail. "And I hope I'm not being too forward -"
"Let's be blunt. I want to get laid before I ship out tomorrow."
"...Well, that's forward. Heh. Well, I'm not going to complain about some no-strings-attached fun."
"Even with an orc?"
"Especially with an orc. Need something that can handle what I got down there."
"Talk more."
"Let's see...what's the biggest you got from another orc."
"Twelve inches," she said. The waitress behind her stumbled, and Shing rolled her eyes. "Oh, get over it. We're big."
"Well...compared to some," Kaalminkis said.
"...I gotta see this."
"Well, if you insist."
The dark-scaled dragonborn stood up. He wasn't that much taller than a human - unlike her - but he had a loincloth rather than armor. Those tribal roots showed themselves as he whipped it up, revealing a dark shaft that was more than long enough to flop over the table, the long dragon shaft reaching past his cup and halfway to hers.
Shing took one look at it before grabbing it just behind the head. The dragonborn yelped as she walked with it, dragging him along.
"Mine now," she said.
"I thought -"
"No thinking. Only fucking."
"If you say so...Good thing I'm on wagon duty with Ymir's caravan tomorrow."
She stopped in the front door of the tavern. A few passersby in the street caught sight of the dragonborn dick in her hand as she looked over her shoulder.
"You're with Ymir?"
"Well, hired - careful, careful!" He hissed as she stroked her thumb across the head of his cock. "Sensitive."
"Talk. Ymir's caravan?"
"Hired as a guard. Why?"
"Heh. Same."
"...Fuck."
"Oh, yeah. Lots of that. Tonight, and every other night."
Looks like she'd just found herself a boy-toy, and a good, long-term one, at that. At least, if he knew how to keep it up and listen when she came calling.