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Tiefling Tales (1)
🕑 Added 2022-09-18 05:06:35 +0000 UTCSummary: A Tiefling Sorceress takes to an improptu stage to do a little bragging.
F/F, a little hinted M/F. Also using a tail for sex which I do not know how to tag, so you just work that one out for me? Ta!
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The tables in The Cock Inn were built to last, and more than one had a nice dent in the middle where someone had been thrown into it during a brawl and bounced right off. So, with some confidence, I ignored the tabletop's squeaking protests as I stamped loudly for attention along it. I threw my arms wide, and my tail flicked behind me as I all but begged for attention.
Only one hat was knocked off by my tail this time, and it got a laugh, so a good start.
"Gather round all!" I cried, feeding a little magic into my voice to let it ring clear above the noise of the tavern. "My name is Embris, and I want to tell you a tale. I promise it's worth your time, though if there's any here that might take some offence, I'll see you later, and I'll drive my tongue so deep that you'll get over it pretty quick."
A few cheers and a few jeers, but everyone loves a free show, so I feel all the eyes in the room turn to me.
"Taverns," I say, enunciating my words with swirls of my forearms. "Got a sound like no other, you could blind teleport me to any part of the Realms, and I'd know before I even opened my eyes that I was in some greasy pit. The floor is awash with spilt beer and the blood of people who spilt that beer."
That gets a cheer, mainly from a group of Dwarves who'd collected an actual forest of empty mugs. They'd been drinking all night like all beer would blink out of existence when the sun came up, and this was the first noise anyone had gotten out of them beyond calls for more.
I slap the back of my hand into my palm. The clapping ring a rhythm that matches my pitch too. "That thumping drum of offbeat music, the murmur of people trying to talk over it without everyone else hearing them, and the most important tell of all. One group of incredibly drunk but incredibly loud bunch of pricks all sitting at a table and singing their hearts out. "
I got a cheering cry and a few laughs from this, most of it directed at a table of Gold Torc mercs who elbowed each other as they accepted the call out with good grace. Gold Torc was decent like that. They didn't like fighting unless you paid, so they wouldn't start trouble unless you tried. Then once you'd finished picking up all your teeth, you'd hopefully learned not to do it again.
"Now, that wasn't our table in this story I got for you, but only because we were only a few drinks in, and I was incredibly distracted."
I didn't even need to turn round to know the barkeep was shaking his head at this, he'd had to throw us out of the Cock Inn more than once, and we only got back in because we brought a little shine to the place. Everyone loved a bar with people who had some stories to tell.
"Usually, I'd start bragging about my band and me, but today we're going to leave that. Because you'll forget all about them as soon as I get to the half-elf bar wench who was waiting on our tables that night, being the true exemplar of both races. Elves are all tall fuckers and have the infuriating ability to look good even when they'd just been rolled through the mud. Trust me on that one. I've tested."
I really had to with a stunning wheat-haired wood elf with a claymore that she wielded like it was made of feathers. Though she was rolling me through the mud, I was trying to survive a pair of thighs that could have squeezed the life out of a Warforged. You got to watch yourself when you get an elf warmed up enough to fuck you. They've usually got a few centuries of experience on you and a real need to prove it.
"Now, this half-elf lass wasn't quite the towering willow stick an elf is," I said, standing up as tall as I could to add a bit of emphasis. If you added in my horns, I was taller than all but a Goliath lady and made a pretty impressive sight. Teagan says the horns don't count, but only because she gets salty she isn't taller if we count them.
"She could peer over all the heads in the bar to pick out her orders no problem, though, and that meant you could always see her long, wavy black hair that looked like she'd just finished taking out the curlers. "
I wasn't as blessed there. I had a mop of scruffy brown hair that looked cute to people who didn't know me too well. I tried to grow it out, but when you usually throw about fire magic, long hair doesn't last.
"Usually, tall and good hair is all I need", I continued, the crowd quieting down now that they'd been promised some sauciness. "But we haven't even got to the human part of her yet and what humans are really best at. Being a little chubby."
Laughs from the non-human crowd and far louder jeers from the humans who outnumbered them. I played it up by sweeping back my hair and giving a cocky swish of my hips. Adventurers are usually trim even if they're finger wigglers. If you ignored the chest I'd stuffed into a corset for tonight; I was no exception. A challenge for some who'd been staring at my tits since I got here. No doubt forming a new religion with their prayers that I might slip out of it as I strutted about along the table.
The humans in the crowd were taking it as the joke it was, though one hooded lady with a pretty human face stared out of the group at me, eyes pure daggers. I blew her a kiss, which made those piercing blue eyes tighten even more.
"Not chubby round the waist, although yeah, sure, a lot of them are good at that and if that's what you're into, follow your dreams. But I really did mean it as a compliment. Consider elf faces for just a moment with me. They're so chiselled you could sharpen your blades on them, and they've got a perfectly lined nose for staring down at you. Hot, but it doesn't push the buttons without some attitude behind it that stops you from thinking you're being hit on by a gorgeous marble statue wearing a wig. "
I wasn't getting any jeers for this bit of slander because Elves didn't come to human dive bars unless they were dragged along. The downside of those fancy elven taste buds is that you just can't enjoy cheap beer and sour wine.
"Meanwhile, goliaths and dwarves look like they were hammered into shape, and the artisan had saved all the detailing up for the abs. Now abs can cover many sins, but I and any other thirsty Tiefling want some curves, and humans excel at curves. "
The excited hollering was beginning to start as the bar's disparate people united under one horny banner. It was the most sullen of races who wouldn't admit that humans were pretty fuckers when they wanted to be.
"So this half-elf bar wench had a cute button nose, bright blue eyes and cheeks that weren't fat but were adorably plump enough. I really just wanted to get in there and tug at them. She laughed plenty as she went about serving. All the haughtiness of the elf part of her wasn't there in her voice, leaving a perfectly pitched laugh that wrapped around your heart and made you want to do things for this girl. Or to her. Bit of both. "
I could imitate the pitch of it really well, but it was a bit too risky to do that tonight, so I left it up to the crowd's imagination. My voice had more of a rough edge, a throaty growl laced in among soft silk tones, and plenty found that treat enough I didn't feel like I was shortchanging anyone.
"Elf hair, human face and a rosy disposition, need I say more?"
The cries from the heated-up crowd were unmistakable. I needed to say more, and there were gestures to that effect. You know the ones.
"Right, all good?" I teased, earning a few calls to get on with it. You got to build up the anticipation some, in any case. A rushed tale just didn't hit right.
"Ok. Fine. I can tell you don't quite believe that I think a finely cut slice of hell like me would get so distracted by some good hair, a pretty face and a nice personality. You clearly aren't in the City Watch because you have got me bang to rights here." I laugh, flicking my tail behind me but making sure I go high, so I don't end up bringing someone with it. It's happened before, and it took the wind out of events.
"You all don't understand. When I said this half-elf wench had curves, I know what you're probably imagining. As a mind reader, I'm telling you that you need some help imagining these curves. Wherever I laid a hand upon her, I'd have something to grab onto, and ladies know I can really grab," I said, showing off my hands for the crowd. My hands weren't huge for my size, but Tiefling fingers are a bit longer than humans, and I could see a few of the women in the crowd blush as I curled them to show off. Not the hooded one staring hard enough, a Medusa would tell her to chill out, she'd been working through the crowd as I told the story, but she couldn't hide from these golden eyes. I had a sixth sense for haughty bitches.
"I like to spoon with any pretty lady, but this half-elf, she does not fit in the spoon drawer. I got some thick hips for my tail right here." I say with a slap to my wide hips, the tight leathers I had on letting me get a satisfying ringing clap and a few wolf whistles. "She didn't have no tail, but if she did, she'd have one to put a Dragon to shame, if you get my drift. The only reason my tail wasn't wagging enough to knock over barstools was that I'd pressed it up against the back of my seat and was trying my best not to move. Like guys do when they're trying to hide a boner, except there's no hiding a tail as long and fat as mine, so you just got to sit on the menace and hope it doesn't start thumping like a rabbit."
I'd snatched my tail up to show it off, holding it, so it poked out the top of my hands, tip flicking in the air. Those blushing ladies weren't going to stop blushing anytime soon, and pride filled my heart as I saw a few squirming in their seats too. Even the staring hood had a bit of a blush on her now, avoiding my gaze as she wandered about. Tonight would be an excellent night if I kept this up.
"Hips you could drool over, you think I'd be locked onto those harder than a Roeshan Hunter after their prey. But blessings be to Sune for this Half-Elf. Because as below, so it was above."
That got cheers and a few confused looks for those slower on the uptake. I was hoping for that as I got my hands below my chest and hefted it up in my corset.
"Her tits were fucking huge, is what I'm getting at and with all those tips she'd been sliding in there all night, I was desperate to do some treasure hunting."
A few coins got thrown my way from hopefuls, one even managing the trick shot of bouncing it off my right breast and bringing it to slide right between my cleavage. I laughed as I snatched it up. Taverns were always a bit hard to see, but these golden eyes came with Darklight, and I picked it out right away, sending the coin pinwheeling back into the crowd with a flick of my thumb.
"Copper Coin! You cheeky cheap fucks, I hope you're tipping better than that tonight!" I laughed, letting go of my rather generous chest so I could get back to the story and also so they'd hopefully stop throwing coins at me. I love a free gold piece as much as the next, but those things smack a nipple, and you're in an expensive kind of hurt.
"I'm a Tiefling, and even I could feel the heat racing in my veins as I stared into a cleavage so deep you'd drown before you found the bottom and go to the gods with a smile on your face. I was enraptured, and everything else faded away. The bars offbeat singing, the drunken yells and that one lady getting fingered under the table by a Goliath twice her size?" I said with a cheeky smile. Most weren't looking at the grinning Goliath, and his lady partner in the back and a sly call out made her bury his face in his chest. I didn't feel guilty, however. With muscles like that, I'd have already been licking that man's chest clean. It was about time she got in there.
"I didn't even notice a girl getting her whole outlook on life changed by two fingers. No, I had my mark for the night, and I was giving her eyes that let her know it." I said, pointing at the golden glow on my face. Solid gold eyes from edge to edge, their soft glow truly was the only angelic thing about me.
"I'm not going to bore you with the lead-up. Let's say I emptied a pouch buying drinks that night and used some pick-up lines so good they should be inscribed on stone tables and sent to Oghma for generations to study. I've never worked as hard as I did to get that half-elf on my lap. I don't know if pity, greed or interest in me did it for her, but by the night's end, I had that half-elf in my lap and was nibbling on her neck like a fresh-cut steak ."
I growl and thrash my head side to side like I'm shaking the poor half-elf like a dog's chew toy. Snorting as I stop at the stupid display I'd put on, I see Staring Hood in the crowd rolling her eyes at me. You wait. I'll get you yet, lady.
"My reward? The most delicious moans you've ever heard come from a pretty throat. The finest bards would weep that they'd spent their whole lives trying to make sounds that pale in comparison to the throaty mewls this lady was doing just because I was having a nibble. Maybe a few licks too"
I licked the back of my hand at this, then let my tongue slide round my palm and keep going, deftly twirling between my fingers to awed gasps. Tiefling tongues aren't fair, and those poor blushing ladies watching would have that sight burned into the back of their eyes for as long as they lived. There's probably a whole army of Tiefling out there who will get laid off the back of this display someday.
I try to say something here, but my words are all mush because I got near a foot of tongue lolled out of my mouth and have to make a show of unwinding my hand and putting it away. The crowd watches in near total enraptured silence. 'Not a dry eye in the house is such a weak aim when you could go for 'Not a dry seat' instead.
Now that I'd stunned those standing and made the rest squirm in their seats, I could finally lower my voice and put a little husk into my tone so people would have to close in to hear the rest.
"I dragged her to my room, and we went absolutely feral. Tearing clothes off each other and slamming the furnishing so hard I had a real bill waiting for me in the morning. I leaned her over that bed and slapped that thick ass so hard that a few local priests woke up for morning prayers."
The jokes weren't getting laughs, but that was fine. They were just for me anyway. The tension in the room was so thick as people waited hungrily for more of the story that I could practically taste it.
"I sunk my palm into that silky smooth flesh and just kneaded away at it, rolling my hands as I made her thrash on the bed in excitement. Watching her massive chest smush up against that mattress until I realized the mattress hadn't earned any action and took matters into my own hands. And lips. And teeth and tongue. I bent her back into an arch and wound my tail round her waist so I could hold her still enough to dip in and maul that massive chest."
I put a hand on my heart and raised another to the heavens. Revenant in praise for the moment, "I've faced some monsters in my time, but this was a challenge far beyond me. I was overwhelmed and ashamed that, faced with those mounds of soft flesh, I let myself get drawn in. The rub of skin against my cheeks was distracting bliss as she sprung her trap and got a hold of my horns."
I flick the horns on my head. Like most of me, they were pretty big for a Tiefling, and the red of my skin bled into them at the base and darkened until it ended at charred black tips.
"She had grabbed the reins, and while I usually have my say in the bedroom, when a girl this good grabs your horns and starts pushing you down? You be a good girl, kiss your way down her sinfully flat and smooth stomach and do as you are told," I say with a flash of a smile.
The staring Hood had disappeared into the crowd at some point. It took me a moment to spot her, sitting at a table, panting away in her cloak as she gripped her legs and tried to avoid thinking about what I was saying. I was more than happy to make it so much worse.
"I got between those thighs, and while I'm sure there's plenty I could say about this gorgeous shaven pussy I had before me, I did not spend time taking in the details. I split that thing open with my tongue like there was a dragon's hoard of gold at the bottom and went at her like a thirsty dog. The reaction, you could imagine, was like I'd run a lighting bolt right up her spine. Now I had a pair of hands on my horns, trying to pull my head off. These deliciously fit thighs were trying to crush my skull, so I ate out that pussy like my very life depended on it because if I didn't make her limbs go weak, she would break my neck. With motivation like that, you do your very best. Even through the trim fat of those thighs, I heard a sound like a screaming fireball was about to crash into us. I almost shot up in a panic until I realized she was the one making it."
I give a throaty laugh and get a few coming with me on it. A few of the crowd were still drinking, but I had keen eyes, and I could see a few women were feeling themselves up and the sly attempts by women and men alike to dip their hands into their pants. I imagine the only reason the barkeep hadn't told me to knock it off was there'd be a riot. I pick out a few choice ladies to give eyes to as I carry on. Maybe one could walk straight enough to come after me later.
"Now you ever find yourself making a woman orgasm so hard it sounds like she's being murdered, you don't stop. You ride that high out and swirl your tongue along those glistening walls. You relish the taste of Half-Elf if you ever get that lucky and treat it like it's your last meal. I slathered over every inch of her insides and then returned for second helpings. When I finally managed to drag my tongue out of there, she was a panting mess. I'd fucked every thought in her brain right out and got to watch sweat roll down those curves as she lay there before me like a princess, an absolute treat for the eyes."
I give a devilish grin and flick my tail up round my waist, taking it in hand and giving the tip a playful bite as I make my chosen ladies' hearts flutter with smoky looks.
"And then the tail fucking begun. Getting this beast in is easy," I grin, wiggling the thin tip of it beneath my mouth. "But every inch after gets thicker, and it's just unruly. It swirls around in a lady, teasing out those little spots that make her bite a pillow so hard the room is covered in pillow feathers. She starts singing my name to the heavens, Embris! Embris!"
I do the voice for that because I can't help but give out some high-pitched, breathy noise. A little magic flowing into my throat makes voices easy to copy, and an unforgettable night like that, you bet it was as good as being there.
"And I enjoy squeezing those fat chest puppies together as she writhes beneath me. I'm shivering just remembering it! Every inch of my tail has her pleading getting more intense until she doesn't know where she is or what she wants. Too much! More! Fuck me! I can't take it! Don't stop!"
I give a throaty chuckle and a shake of my head at the state of this woman. Staring Hood is back to looking daggers at me, but I see how squeezed together her legs are and blow her a kiss which paints those pale cheeks a bright red.
"Eventually, we hit the point where she can't speak, just writhe on the end of my tail as she feels my tail tip scratching itches she didn't even know she had. Stretching her out wider than she's ever spread herself and making sure she's never going to look at a tail again without going weak at the knees." I cover my mouth with my hand in fake shock. "I'm not going to tell you how far she got down it, but buy me a drink, and you can draw a mark on my tail, and I'll let you know how close you are. The closest guess wins a prize."
There's a cheer at that vague promise, and it's an excellent getting-off point.
"I introduced those gorgeous curves to every surface that the inn room had to offer, and by the time I was done, the poor thing couldn't move a muscle. I'd fucked every little bit of energy out of her, and she was like liquid in my hands, so I just slipped into bed behind her and draped her over me. Whispering promises of what I'd do to her in the morning if she didn't get me back."
I take a bow up there, spreading my hands out wide.
"And if you want to hear that story, buy a few rounds, so the barkeep lets me come back? "
I stepped off the table to a chorus of cheers, a crowd of freshly minted and horny fans and plenty of offered drinks. It would be rude not to indulge, wouldn't it?
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"That story gets wilder every time I hear it," Staring Hood's eyes say much later. The pair of us grabbed a table out of the way. I'd drank enough that I needed a breath, laying on the table with my head in my arms, tail swishing lazily behind me.
"Every word true, Teagan", I slur, peeking one golden eye up at my hooded partner in crime. "Well, maybe she wasn't as sweet as I said"
"Cheeky bitch”, Teagan growls, slapping my side. I slapped her back with the tail as revenge, though I was drunk enough that I barely hit her with it and ended up throwing it over her lap instead. She pets it, the feeling of half-elven fingers running over it doing wonders for perking me back up. Fingers rubbing the marks people had made along it with their guesses, a huffy laugh at one who'd thought two feet was a reasonable guess.
"How much did we make?" I asked with a little rolling flame in my voice, teasing the letters out. I get another slap for being a shameless flirt.
"Enough for the new hire." she says, all business with money as usual "You had them all staring stupidly at you while I was lightening their pockets. No bragging about it until we're out of the city this time?"
"Keep me busy then", I tease, flickering the tip of my tongue at her. "Else I go do foolish things."
I see that blush on her cheeks, and she knows I do, which is why I get a squeeze of the tail. I worm it into her cloak to poke at that generous chest, and she doesn't tug my horns off for doing it. Tea was in a good mood tonight.
"That story is getting stale", Teagan sighs, though it's a fond sigh. Wistful. I'd stirred up memories. "You too drunk to try to make a better one tonight?"
I was, but I nodded with a grin anyway. Weren't you listening? You don't pass that up when a big-titted Half-Elf wants you to fuck them stupid.
There's a good story in it.
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That was differently unexpected and I loved it. So glad to join your patreon for more great stories that can make you laugh. Also I want to know how far the tail went
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