“That guy’s Henry, right? What’s his deal?” Kalli leaned her side against the clean bartop, propping herself up with her elbow as she stared. Idly, she drummed a rhythm as she thought. Nottlings like her tended to stand out a bit, as their heritage was tainted or altered by something Not of this world. Kalli stood out even more than most.

  The nottling’s skin was a vibrant pink, laid tight over an athletic, toned frame. It contrasted with a similarly bold green top: low-cut, one shoulder bare, covering very little of her toned midriff. Legs, similarly, were exposed. On her legs were a pair of black ‘pants’ - that is, if one could still call them pants after Kalli had done her best attempt to alter it. Sloppy cutting and haphazard needlework had left frayed fabric that barely reached any further down than her rear. Kalli’s best left much to be desired. Kalli was used to this.

  Yellow eyes, short horns, near-white hair, and a long, spade-tipped tail completed the package that could easily paint her a scheming, evil succubus. If she ever looked like she was taking things seriously. Whether she had any capability in the slightest of that, however, could be a subject of hot debate. That would fail to hold her attention. Already, in the short time she was waiting for an answer, her mind shifted focus to the rhythm she slapped out on the counter. She hummed along to it, letting her eyes drift elsewhere in The Point’s Peak.

  “Dunno.” Gregory sighed, shifting his considerable weight forward. Meaty forearms laid on the counter on the other side of Kalli, staring at a nervous man who fidgeted at the middle table, alone. It was a slow day today in the Peak. Some tables were filled, a few drinks had flowed. But the air was off. Conversation was subdued. Gregory began to stroke at a muttonchop on his face. “Something shook him up awful though. He’s never been the type to be on edge.”

  Kalli nodded, pursing purple lips in thought as her eyes wandered upwards. “Your ceiling’s dusty,” she murmured. She blinked a few times, forcing her eyes to refocus as they returned down to Henry. The poor guy was a workhorse. Kalli didn’t know him well - or even intimately, yet - but… “I heard the guy could handle anything. Bend like an oak tree or whatever.”

  “Pretty sure it’s bend like a reed. Oak trees don’t bend.”

  “Right, right…” she tapped a finger on the wood a few times. “Must be thinking about the other rumor.” As her thoughts trailed away, she couldn’t help but smile softly to herself, gently biting her lower lip.

  Gregory raised an eyebrow at Kalli. “You mean the one about his -”

  “About his dick, yeah.” Kalli interrupted. “Heard he was too big for his last girl, even. Why she left him.”

  The comment didn’t seem to phase Gregory. “Hardly think that’s what matters right now.” The man was getting harder and harder to fluster these days. Kalli’s tail flicked back and forth behind her, bumping once against the bar in it’s annoyed twitching. Why was it so much harder to fluster someone after you fucked them? Life was so unfair.

  Kalli shrugged, reaching to the side where she had left a mug of ale. Still mostly full. Almost forgotten. “Hey, might be relevant. Maybe missing his girl is adding to…” she gestured towards Henry. Vaguely. The kind of lazy, meandering wave of the hand that showed she really had no idea. “Whatever his deal is.” Gregory shrugged, noncommittally, in response. “And hey,” Kalli took a sip of her ale, no longer chilled. A plain, boring room temperature. But Kalli had drank much worse, and she was far from the type to let anything go to waste. “If I'm gonna be cheering him up…” that smile crept back onto her face. “Might help to know how big his dick is.”

  Gregory sighed, shaking his head. It was a long, world-weary sigh. Perhaps, in this case, it was more Kalli-weary than world. “You can't just fuck your way out of every problem.”

  Kalli paused for a moment before responding. She even used a classic trick, bringing that ale back to her lips, taking a long, drawn out sip. She used that time to listen.

  She listened more with her mind than her ears. Beyond the subdued bustle of The Point’s Peak. Below the clink of glasses, the rustle of clothes. More important, more omnipresent than anything else. There was music.

  Earthsong, the bards called it. A song played from Gonottion itself, a seranade played by the ground beneath her feet. Different bards described it differently, but only bards could hear it. When a bard’s music blended with magic, it was the earthsong they played. Or more accurately, translated.

  Kalli heard the earthsong as casual, light string. A quiet shake of a tambourine. As her mind settled on action, a suave, jaunty bass picked up. All told? Gonottion itself told her there was nothing to fear.

  “Get me a second drink.” She licked her lips, eyes on Henry. The poor, honest, hard working man… “and watch me. Bet you a gold this helps.”

  Gregory’s only response was a small sigh. It seemed he wouldn't be taking her bet, instead quietly picking up a second glass. Once he had it filled, he placed it next to Kalli’s. “If he's not into it…” he cautioned, but Kalli interrupted before he could finish.

  “Pshyeah yeah, I'm not about to force it. I'm a slut, not a skank,” she picked up the second glass with a wink.

  “What's the difference?” Gregory had gone back to folding his arms, leaning against a wall. So stoic. If Kalli didn't already have a target…

  “It’s class, Greg. Sluts still have class.” She winked again, and with a glass in each hand, used her hips to push herself away from the bar. She walked towards Henry, and shifted her walk into a dance she knew well. She increased the sway of her hips. She moved her tail, that pink, spade tip acting a constant counter-balance to her sexualized walk. A few stares shifted her way - but not too many. The regulars had seen her play these games before.

  Had Henry, though? She noticed with a slight frown that he didn’t even seem to be looking at her. Well, she thought. It was time to change that. “Well, hello there, handsome.” She offered him a friendly smile as she placed both glasses on the table. One, she placed in front of Henry - which finally got his attention. The man blinked a few times, as if waking out of a stupor, before his eyes finally settled on Kalli’s face. She didn’t even think he noticed her assets. Was his mind so truly in the dumps? Did he prefer men? Or was he merely very, very polite?

  Naturally, the possibility that he simply didn’t find her attractive never even occurred to the nottling.

  “You look like you’ve been through hell.” she softened her eyes, and dropped a bit of the sensuality. It seemed that raw sexuality might not be the play after all. She made a mental note to herself to chastise Gregory, if he turned out to be right. For now, she simply dragged a chair a bit closer to Henry before taking a seat. “I’ve seen you around before, but I don’t think we’ve officially met. It’s Henry, right?” Henry nodded - a good sign, that let her breathe in relief. “I’m Kalli. If you didn’t already know.” she let out a light chuckle and a little shrug of her shoulders. She was well aware of how strong, and how scandalous her reputation was - at this point, she would be surprised if there was anyone in this bar that didn’t know her already.

  Kalli rested an elbow on the table, extending an open pink palm toward Henry. She left it hanging in the air for a moment, waiting to see if he’d agree to the physical contact. As if he was a cat, and she was offering her hand for a sniff. It felt quite the same to her, at this point. Luckily, the moment didn’t linger very long, and Henry took her hand in his in a gentle handshake.

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  The barrier of physical contact breached, she widened her smile a bit further. She even placed her second hand over his, so that his hand was sandwiched between hers.

  Henry turned his head to the side and cleared his throat, before finally speaking. “Yeah, I’ve uh…” his voice was harsh, and a bit scratchy. As if those were some of the first words he had spoken all day. He moved his gaze from side to side. He had the look of someone who was being hunted by something. “Been through it a bit.” Henry managed a smile. Forced or not, he had a nice smile. It had a way of softening his rugged features, and spoke to a kindness hiding underneath. “But, ah,” he shrugged, “I wouldn’t want to bother you with it. Not exactly sure you’d believe me, either.”

  All of Kalli’s senses screamed, ‘jackot’ to her. Now that she was here, staring at Henry so close, he seemed even more handsome than she had thought. A man who had been wounded, that needed cheering and comfort. She moved a hand up his forearm, giving the muscles a soft squeeze - comforting him while admiring his toned muscle at the same time. She could never be said to have a maternal instinct, but nevertheless, Henry woke up a bit of her more nurturing side. And she knew one reliable way into a man’s heart.

  “I’ve seen a lot, dude. And I’m pretty kick-ass, too. In fact, why don’t we finish A3our drinks, and you can try me. Up in my room, perhaps?” Kalli tilted her head to the side, eyes wide in what could almost be called innocence. If it weren’t for the clearly scandalous implications in her offer.

  Henry gulped, swallowed, as he seemed to debate the offer in his mind. Kalli didn’t press him, but instead caressed his arm while waiting for the answer, feeling the hairs on his strong arm move between her fingers. Her mind couldn’t help but trail off, wondering what he might do with such a strong grip…

  It seemed that Henry had come to a decision. He finally grabbed the glass that Kalli had brought, taking a generous swig from it’s contents before he sighed. His eyes finally seemed to see her, trailing down her exposed pink skin in subtle examination. A light reignited in his eyes - an intense kind of interest that Kalli knew quite well in men. “Yeah. Screw it. Couldn’t hurt.” It was game on.

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  What felt like only moments later, Kalli gasped as her front was pressed up against the door. They hadn’t even bothered to get undressed - Henry’s domineering hands took her by the hips, pulling her ass back against his crotch where she felt a rapidly stiffening manhood. “Holy shit,” Kalli gasped with a smile. She planted her hands on the door she was pushed against, eagerly stabilizing herself while her pink cheeks flushed purple with need. “You really do have… ah!” she gasped again as she felt calloused hands grab onto her shorts. He began tugging at her clothes, and Kalli complied, breathing short and hot little gasps as she wiggled her hips back and forth to make it all the easier for him to tug those short pants down. “Fuck yes,” she pushed back, closing her eyes for a moment in satisfaction as she felt the tighter pressure from Henry’s stiffening cock, right up against her rear entrance.

  Her own cock was stiffening in kind. Pink, throbbing, and needing, it quickly sprang free into the air as Henry finished tugging her shorts down. Not today, little friend, she thought with a smile. Today is momma’s turn.

  Henry pushed into her, forcing her hips forward. Pink nottling cock became sandwiched between her toned abdomen and the door. “You want everyone to hear, don’t you?” She managed out with a grin. Henry began teasing her. His cock was already out. Lubed, even - he knew where his cock was going, and he had wasted no time in preparing. Blunt cockhead began pushing against her rear door, unrelenting in its promise, it’s pressure on her ass just shy of penetrating.

  “Yeah.” Henry responded with a grin. The laborer was the most alive she had seen him yet, and it brought a smile to her face on top of the lusty pleasure about to be satiated.

  The earthsong seemed to agree. the music in her head matching their tempo step for step. Plucked strings of bass, and smooth notes of brass lulled her into the erotic fantasy. Kalli let those notes take her away on a sensual ride, closing her eyes in bliss as she her hips back against Henry - who was still trying to hold the lusty nottling in place. She pushed back, back against her grip, while he kept just so barely pressing against her back door.

  “You’re a needy slut, aren’t you?” Henry grinned. Kalli could only nod in response.

  “Yeah, you fucking jerk. Put it in already - “ Kalli cut herself off with a silent, open-mouthed gasp. Her hands flexed against the door, as if there were something on the flat wood to grab on to. Instead, her short fingernails could only scratch against the door in vain. Suddenly and slightly she felt his cockhead enter, sending a radiating pressure and heat from inside her. “Hnng,” she winced.

  The earthsong skipped a beat. The bass in her head faltered. The smooth, jazzy brass fell off its hinges for just a moment, before the song continued on as if nothing had changed. That had never happened before.

  But Kalli was in no position to ponder what that meant. Henry repositioned his hands on her hips again, and she could feel him rock forward into her. “Take it,” he whispered, and she groaned as she felt herself spread more, further inside.

  “Yeah. Fuck me.” Kalli disregarded the skipped note. She could ponder later. She was fucking now. Besides, surely, if there were something wrong then the earthsong would be more tense - already, it was back to the sensual music she heard in most of her casual romps.

  Refocused on the now, she went back to it, rocking back against Henry even as Henry began to fuck her in earnest. In and out and in and out he began to thrust, her ass feeling that hot pleasure and pressure so much deeper than she had felt in a long time. “Holy. Shit.” she groaned audibly, as each thrust into her rattled the door on its hinges. Everybody would know what was happening here. Everybody would know she was being fucked.

  Just how she liked it.

  “God. Yes. I needed this. Fuck. This. World.” Henry was panting. One hand shifted from gripping her hip to wrapping around her neck. “Heard you like a bit of choking. That… right?” He didn’t stop thrusting, even as he secured his hand around her neck. But he hadn’t started squeezing. Yet.

  “Chhhoke me,” Kalli gasped. It was true - perhaps the worst kept secret in the tavern at that. Henry was quick to oblige, squeezing down gently. With a grip strength like his, he didn’t need any effort at all, it seemed, to restrict her air. He could do so much worse if he wanted to.

  Kalli was strong. Stronger than most men, in fact - healthy exercise and a boost from demonic blood saw to that. But right now in this submissive posture, surrendering to Henry felt her only option. “Hhcchhhk,” she sucked in a choking breath. Henry was speeding up speeding up speeding up up his thrusting.

  The earthsong skipped a beat. Kalli didn’t care.

  The fuck was intense, slowly rising in intensity as they continued. Henry wouldn’t last much longer though. Kalli wouldn’t either, her pink Nottling cock rubbing and pressing against the door, agitating itself as Henry ruthlessly pounded her back door. “Hnnng, c-cumming,” Kalli managed as she twitched and shuddered from the height of pleasure.

  Henry didn’t answer with words. He didn’t need them. He shifted his grip again, he sped up his thrusting. The sound of slapping flesh on flesh added to the chorus of rattling wood of their brutal fuck. He squeezed a little tighter around Kalli’s neck, and pounded a few more rougher, dominant thrusts, until he buried himself in her. The dock worker groaned, his cock throbbed and pulsed, each needy throb depositing its own hot load of virile seed that searched for something to inseminate. This search would be in vain, yet Kalli enjoyed the effort all the same.

  “Oh, man…” Kalli panted once she felt Henry let go of her. She breathed deep, tilting her head forward to prop her short horns against the door. She even drooled, spittle leaking out of her dumb smile to dribble onto the floor. “You really did have a lot of stress going on, huh?” She chuckled. A beat passed without Henry responding, so she continued. “Why don’t you pull out, we’ll sit on the bed and you tell me what’s up?” She wiggled back against Henry, who didn’t even budge an inch. Not even less than an inch - the man suddenly seemed as stiff as a statue. Even without the innuendo.

  “Look, dude. Buddy. You kinda have me pinned here. Can’t exactly move until you do…” Another pause of silence. She frowned, confused. She tensed - a little concerned. Yet she tuned in to the bardic earthsong again. The sensual music was winding down, the beginnings of a transfer to the more typical ‘tavern mix’ as she would call it - but nothing that would suggest danger.

  Kalli finally looked back, over her shoulder at Henry. “Nani the fuck?”

  Translator’s note: ‘Nani’ means ‘What’.

  Henry stood there, impossibly still. Stiff legged. A dead face that never held emotion on it, gaze dumbly straight ahead into nothingness. Arms stretched straight out to either side - posed like the perfect T.

  The earthsong skip the earth skipped the song skipped a beat beat beattttttttttttttt

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