The Lion’s Pride Inn was smaller than I remembered. My father had taken me to visit the quaint inn when I was a child.

Back then, Goldshire was a cozy village where travelers traded their wares and families came to escape the bustle of Stormwind. The doors and windows were left open and unlocked, there was music and women and children had laughed and danced.

That was before every flavor of evil had decided Elwynn forest would make a good place to hide.

As I looked around the abandoned inn I was reminded why I had become an adventurer in the first place. The windows were permanently sealed from the inside in case of a last minute hold out, something I imagined happened regularly. The shadows stretched away from the few flickering candles and the low burning stone hearth. Normally I would embrace this much shadow, plenty of places to tuck in, but the memory of what had once been so warm and inviting stabbed at my heart.

“Find yerself a seat and I’ll get ya some food, girly.”

I jumped as a bald man got up from one of the tables. He was so broad shouldered he had blended into the stone of the hearth. My hand relaxed from my dagger hilt and I smiled to myself. “It ain't often someone gets a start outa me.”

The burly man laughed a warm easy laugh that seemed to contradict the entire feel of the drafty inn. “Oh yes,” he said sarcastically, “I’m known for my skills in subtlety." I smiled at his joke and walked up to the counter.

“I’ll sit at the bar thanks, you look like you could use some company.” I looked over my shoulder and every dark corner appeared to be empty. “You know I used to come here with my pa.” I turned back but the man’s smile had vanished.

“We’ve seen better days.” He poured two pints of ale and set one of the frothy mugs down in front of me. I took the giant dwarven mug in both hands and sipped at the cool foam. “It used to be sunny here, everyday.” His eye’s twinkled with nostalgia and I swallowed a mouthful of the amber liquid.

“Maybe I can help.” I reached into my satchel and dropped a small glowing stone on the mahogany countertop.

He eyed the hearthstone, then looked at me side-eyed as he began preparing bread for a crude sandwich. “Little small ain'tcha?”

I eyed him over the rim of my mug before licking the foam from my upper lip. “I’m known for my skills in subtlety.”

He smiled warmly and slid the plate across the counter then reached out his hand. “Fredrik Farley.”

I reached out my much smaller hand and let his close around mine. “Charlotte Hayes, but my friends call me Lottie.”

“Lottie it is then.”

I dug in my coin purse but he waved a hand. “Bah, yer coin's no good. Tell me about your time here, when you were a child. That would be payment enough.” He palmed my hearthstone and the familiar blue light pulsed between his fingers before cooling back to its faint glow as he attuned it to his establishment.

I told him about my time at the Lion’s Pride as a child, I told him about growing up in Stormwind, about my father, my mother, my training and my dream to be a named woman. He was a great listener and a great speaker himself. Though his tale was much more tragic than mine.

His wife Verina had died to a stray crossbow bolt during a bandit attack and his daughter Anna had gone missing over a year ago. By the end of it we were both drunk. He wiped his face from pate to chin and poured the rest of his pint on the dim coals of the hearth.

He locked the front door of the inn and sulked to the stairs, stopping at the bottom. “First room on the left is yours, girly, and don’t try to leave me any coppers y’hear?”

I nodded obediently.

The room temptress liquid sloshed in my mug as I swirled it around, the last half of my fourth or fifth dwarven pint, I’d lost count. Knowing full well I’d regret it in the morning, I shrugged, and downed the last of it in three gulps. The stairs creaked with every careful step and I had to rest halfway so they would straighten out for me in my drunken stupor. I felt a sense of pride at the top, didn’t trip one time. My smile faded slightly though as I looked down to the end of the hall.

Under the furthest door was a warm glow of candle light and my heart hurt for the old innkeeper. Even after everything, he’d been loyal to his post. I walked up to my door and let it swing inward. The room looked cold and uninviting. Maybe it was the ale… okay, it was definitely the ale, but I didn’t feel like sleeping alone that night.

His door wasn’t locked. He was lying on his side when I came in and he turned suddenly. “By the light, girly, what in the–”

I climbed on his bed and crawled atop him, legs astride his waist. My lips pressed into his and his words turned to a low rumble. He was shirtless and the single candle drew deep shadows across his hairy chest. He was older, but still well muscled and strong. I reached down into his pants and wrapped my hand around his pudgy cock.

He stopped and grabbed my face, his hand nearly the same size as my head. “You’re drunk. This cannot be.” He grabbed my arm with the other hand and tried to pull but I squeezed his cock harder.

“Should I wait until you’re asleep then?” I smiled mischievously and nipped at his lip. He didn’t smile back. I sighed and rolled my eyes, releasing his cock. “You’re a good man Fredrik. There aren’t many of those left in Azeroth. You deserve a break, a smile, a laugh, a fuck for the light's sake.” My hands pressed into his wide chest as I stared down at him.

He didn’t respond.

“I know I look young but I'm a grown woman, I make my own decisions." I gave him a hard look, then softened my face with a smirk. "I’m going to take my shirt off now, if that's okay with you?”

He narrowed his eyes for an instant, then closed then and nodded.

I pulled my dark blue tunic over my head. I'm not flat chested but my breasts are small for a human, like everything about me. I'm barely five feet tall and thin everywhere except my wide human hips and thick thighs, some things are universal, I guess. He didn’t open his eyes so I guided his hands to my chest.

He cupped my small breasts, then took in a shuddering breath. His big fingers found my sensitive nipples and he pinched them as he exhaled. I placed my hands over his and let him twist and pull my sensitive nipples as I squeaked and squirmed. I could feel his cock stiffen between my legs so I started rocking my hips, grinding my crotch against his rigid shaft.

He opened his mouth and I leaned forward, pressing my tit between his lips and hugging his bald head with one arm. His suckling made my panties damp and I pressed harder against his throbbing cock, rolling my clit against the stiff staff in his trousers.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear. “I wanna suck your cock Fredrick.”

He licked my nipple and sucked again, pulling most of my tit into his mouth before releasing it with a loud smack.

I took his face in both hands and kissed him. His lips were soft and full and his tongue plunged into my mouth. I sucked and licked and kissed and nibbled until our breathing became panting then released his face and kissed a trail of damp smooches down his hairy chest.

He raised his hips and I tugged down his trousers. His cock sprung forward and up, it was thick and straight and my mouth watered at the smell of it. I pressed my lips into the soft flesh of his scrotum and began to slowly lick up the underside of his shaft, the taste of fresh cock igniting my lust.

As my tongue began to explore the landscape of his massive cock I realized I wouldn't be able to fuck him. I'd failed to take smaller cocks than him and I knew, even fully turned on, I'd be lucky to get more than the tapered tip in my tiny cunt.

So, I set to work with what I considered my second pussy, my throat. Soon after learning I had a smaller than average fuck hole, I discovered I didn't have a gag reflex, and was able to take cock entirely down my throat, if need be. I ran my thin lips down one side of his cock, then up the other, dribbling a trail of slobber along both sides. Then I took a deep breath, lowered my head, and pressed my tongue down the underside of his cock as it slipped past my teeth.

My lips wrapped the warm thickness and my mouth felt stuffed full, then the tip caught at the back of my throat. I took another quick breath through my nose before loosening my throat muscles and swallowing the top half of his cock.

The familiar stretch in my throat hurt in the best of ways and I slipped a hand down past the waist of my tight pants. My pussy was already slimy with wetness and my middle finger slipped between, pulling fresh juice from my drooling cunt up to my pulsing clit.

With my other hand I groped for the innkeeper's hand until I found it, clutching at the bedsheets. I pulled it free and guided it to the back of my head. I heard a loud grunting exhale he'd been holding then a sharp inhale as my tongue slithered out to lap at his balls.

His other hand found the back of my head and my pussy gushed with delight. I knew what was coming next. It didn't matter how young or how old, how rich or poor, how experienced or fresh, you give a man a bottomless wet hole, and he's going to fuck it.

And that's what Frederick did. His big hands squeezed the sides of my head and his hips bucked once. "Guh," he said. "Uh, uh, uhng." Three more thrusts and three more grunts of pleasure as he used the depths of my throat and I smiled, squeezing the muscles of my throat as my mouth contorted around the thick meat lodged in my face.

I pulled my head up and his grip loosened but didn't release. The cockhead slipped across my tongue and a thick bridge of saliva glistened in the candlelight as I took a few deep breaths. I flicked his cockhead with my tongue and looked up at him, his eyes now open and pleading.

My lips smacked a wet smooch around the bulging tip and I whispered, "feed me Frederick."

His hands tightened around my skull and I sucked in a full breath. He pointed my face down at his groin and thrust up into me as he pulled my head down. My jaw widened, my throat made room and my nose pressed into the soft flesh above his shaft.

He grunted and moaned and I thought he would come right then, but he pulled me up about halfway, then proceeded to slide the top half of his cock down my tight throat, again and again.

Slow rhythmic thrusts accompanied by an occasional, "uh," or, "yuss." I pinned my clit between the tips of my index and middle finger and tugged in time with the soft wet squelching of my throat.

My body buzzed and goosebumps spread across my skin like a ripple as I began running out of air. My body stiffened and he pulled my head entirely off his cock.

"Breathe, girly."

I inhaled a desperate wet breath and coughed as saliva caught in my windpipe. He waited for me to recover, then gathered up my hair in one fist and put me back to work.

The muscles in my throat had given up the fight and his cock slid easily back into place. I scooped three fingers full of slime from the source and strummed my clit as he manhandled my head.

The long slow thrusts gradually turned to short humps and as my chin began bouncing off his balls I pressed my clit flat and rubbed a figure eight with middle and ring. My body tightened and he tried to pull me off again but I grunted a very clear, "uhm, uh," and pressed lips against his body.

His thrusts became quick vibrating jerks as his cock tried to go deeper into me. My fingers jiggled against my clit. My lungs burned and my head felt light. He squeezed my head harder with both hands and fucked my face like he hated me.

His cock pulsed and a red hot warmth bloomed from the tip of my clit and streaked through my body to the base of my skull, the tips of my curling toes and out through my numb fingers.

My throat worked instinctively as another pulse and flex of his cock sent hot cum dripping down into my stomach. I pressed my clit hard and moaned, sending a dull vibration through the meat of Frederick's cock. My throat swallowed again, milking another spasm of cum out of him and he hissed an inhale through clenched teeth.

I felt dizzy and sick for a moment, my stomach tightened and my orgasm spread gently through my body, relaxing every muscle and numbing my fingers and toes. Frederick pulled his cock out of my throat. I grabbed the wet base of it and squeezed out another spurt of his seed, this time across my tongue.

I inhaled deep before sighing out a girlish moan. I licked at his tip as his cock flexed one final time, dripping more fresh warmth into my waiting mouth. My middle finger pressed up into my sopping sex as I sucked his cock dry. He fidgeted against my licks and I released him, sucking on the flavor of his cum until finally swallowing my prize.

I pulled my hand from my pants and curled up next to him, tracing my wet finger around his open lips. He sucked it clean, then fell asleep as I fondled his big flopping cock.