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The morning sun tickled Korriana's eyes, waking her from the shortest of slumbers. She stared at the window for a while before dragging herself to her feet. She dressed herself in the lacy blouse and apron her employer required, and took a moment to glance at her staff.

That part of her life had passed, her trapspringing, her sorcery, her dragon worship. It all seemed so silly. She had a new life, a nice place to sleep when she managed to do so, and a job.

"It's about time you got up," were the first words Korriana heard as she entered the kitchen. The owner had generously given her a job, but had been horrible to her ever since. Her coworkers seemed to not mind her so much, as long as she didn't take the "big tippers".

"Careful kid," the cook warned her, "Got some adventurers in today."

Korriana shivered at the mention, but reminded herself that she was no longer a kobold, and therefor adventurers wouldn't kill her on sight. She sighed and stepped into the pub's serving room, ready to make her wages.

It had been busy previously, but this day was insane. There were more people than places to sit. She couldn't take too steps without bumping into someone. She struggled to get around to tables, and was thankful that the mugs were metal as she dropped them several times. Her little time she had to think was spent wondering if the actual servers were having an even worse time.

As Korriana was carrying a stack of plates and mugs that were possibly taller than her, a man decided to slap her on the butt. Though shocked, she managed to retain composure and not drop the stack of dishes. With a sigh she waited for someone to walk by before continuing back to the kitchen. As soon as she took the first step, she felt a loud smack on her ass. With a shriek, she dropped the plates and mugs to a symphony of metal clanging on metal that brought more applause than the drunken bard they hired.

Korriana scampered to pick up the dishes, trying to not acknowledge the man. There were several loud guffaws before another hand grabbed her ass and squeezed. Korriana dropped a plate and rounded on the man.

The table had three men. One was barely taller than a kobold, had hair growing out in every which direction, and was laughing like a mad man. The next was a bald man in a cloak with the hood up, he had an equally ridiculous grin. The man who had grabbed her was an Orc, barely clothed and showing his teeth. Each of them were openly wearing at least six weapons, some obviously magical.

"Could you hurry up with those drinks?" The short man asked.

Korriana noted that the table had no less than twenty mugs on it. She instinctively began gathering them before the Orc grabbed her hand.

"We're locked in battle," the Orc explained, "We need a fair count."

Korriana watched the hooded man move one of the mugs away from the Orc over to him, before she nodded slowly at the Orc. She told them she'd ask about those drinks, and returned to picking up her mess. She rushed back to the kitchen, almost dropping her load twice more on the way.

The owner rounded on her, and berated her for causing a commotion. He yelled at her for a few minutes before she managed to pass along the drink order to a passing server.

"No," the owner stated, "I'm running out of mugs, I need those mugs back."

The server, a cute redhead who reminded Korriana of the Princess Laughter, traded a nervous glance with the kobold in disguise. She turned to the owner and explained, "They're not going to let us do that."

"You have tables to attend," the owner spat at the server, "You, elf," he pointed at Korriana, "go back and tell them they're going to have to pay extra if they want to keep the mugs."

Korriana cowered back into the pub and fought her way to the table. Why did she have to be the one to talk to them? She struggled as someone accidentally pushed her. She lost her balance and fell into a table, the one with all the mugs stacked up.

"I'm getting sober over here!" The short man complained.

The Orc glared at Korriana with obvious disapproval, but the hooded man smiled at her.

"The owner sent me back for the mugs," Korriana parroted, "Or you can pay extra if you wish to keep them."

The Orc shared a glance of consideration with the shorter man, obviously they had an understanding of each other. They nodded and turned back to her.

"Would it be extra for some decent service?" The little man asked.

The Orc added, "Any extra to not get our drinks watered down?"

The hooded man threw in a, "How much extra to get my dick sucked?"

Korriana blushed and shrunk away as they laughed. She hid her face and collided with no less than five people. The owner wasn't too pleased to see her back without the mugs, demanding she explain. It took Korriana a bit to overcome the embarrassment, but she repeated their questions.

"That's called a tip," the owner spat.

Korriana sighed, "then the orc asked if they can have their drinks not watered down."

The owner grumbled, "sure, his honorable chieftain can have his drink however he likes if his honorable chieftain will pay double."

Then Korriana blushed, "then the hooded one asked for..." she tried to force herself to repeat his words but couldn't.

The owner narrowed his eyes, "three gold."

Korriana shrieked, "You want me to..." she still couldn't say it.

The owner stepped in and got in Korriana's face, "You signed up for this job, you'll get me that three gold, or you're out on the streets."

Korriana stepped back into the pub, adjusted her lace, and considered getting her stuff and leaving. Where would she go? What would she do? How would she survive?

The redheaded server stepped up with a tray of drinks, "Tell him it's five gold," she suggested, "then keep a couple for yourself."

A chill ran up Korriana's spine.

"That's what I do," the server added.

Korriana followed the server over to the table, her mind racing for a way to weasel out of this situation. She couldn't just run, but no one actually tipped the bus so getting the gold otherwise wasn't possible. She had only saved seventeen silver, so it wasn't like she could just pay it from her own stash.

The server gave them their drinks, apologized for the situation, gave the shorter man a curtsy, and took their coins. It was so natural for her, Korriana wasn't even sure it had actually happened. The hooded man stared at her with a casual smile, Korriana froze in place. The server nudged Korriana with her elbow.

"Five gold!" Korriana squeaked.

"Done," the hooded man took a long drink and started to undo his pants.

Korriana covered her eyes, "Here?"

The man frowned, "What? Does that cost extra too?"

Korriana panicked for an answer, but the server suggested, "It'd be an extra ten."

The hooded man laughed, "Sure fine."

***

Korriana looked around. A man at the next table had overheard and decided to watch. She would be in full view of everyone. Her body was rigid with terror. The server patted her on the butt to shock her back in.

Korriana stepped in and watched the man undo his pants. His member flopped out nearly the size of Korriana's forearm. She took a deep breath and knelt down under the table. There was muttering from the next table as her audience grew.

Korriana fought down the urge to flee, and reached out to touch the horrid bit if flesh. It was soft, almost malleable, and it didn't stick out like the one other human penis she had seen. She wasn't sure what to do, so she took it in hand and sort of squeezed it.

The man leaned down to say, "Would you get on with it? I'm kind of pent up."

Korriana mentally prepared by imagining that she was looking at a more attractive race. It didn't help. So she went in for a taste, but paused at the smell. It was salty, musky, and rank enough she nearly gagged.

"You could always ask for someone else," the Orc suggested.

Korriana stuck her tongue out and gave the tip an experimental lick. It tasted every bit as bad as it smelt. She resisted the urge to retch.

"I have a thing for Elves," the hooded man took a drink, "You'd think a place called Evenwood would have more of them.

Korriana closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around his tip. She tried to move her head down the shaft, but it was busy changing consistency.

"Should have met at the other pub," the short man grumbled, "They've got better music and cuter girls."

His dick was growing hard in Korriana's mouth as she awkwardly bobbed her head like she imagined would feel good. She was just starting to get over the flavor when a hand on her forehead stopped her.

"I'm not paying for this," the hooded man stated, "it's obvious you've never done this before.".

Korriana slid his dick out of her mouth and pleaded, "If I don't do this, I'll be kicked out on the street."

The hooded man considered this and then laughed, "Fine, I'll pay you the original five gold to take you around back and fuck you."

Korriana's face turned red despite the dick inches from it, "I..." she had difficulty saying, "I'll do it."

The hooded man pulled up his pants, grabbed his mug, and led Korriana to the door and around the corner. The entire time, Korriana was dreading what she had agreed to. She found herself wanting to be back home, with Thalthas... but that had passed and this was now.

Korriana stood in the alley and unclasped her skirt. She'd regret dropping it in the mud later, but right now, she had bigger worries. The man revealed that his dick was now standing on end and much larger than before.

The man took a drink and demanded, "Give me a kiss. You can do at least that, right?"

Korriana had see a couple doing that, and knew it involved puckering your lips and...

The man forced his lips on hers. With his full body weight he pushed her into the wall, and continued to sample her lips. She wasn't sure what to do, then his tongue knifed it's way into her mouth. Korriana tried to move her tongue to give him space, but he kept chasing it, rubbing up against each other.

The man drunkenly grabbed Korriana's chest and toyed with her nipples though her blouse. Korriana heard herself moan to his attention as he reached down to test her waters. The man lewdly licked his fingers, before retrieving his drink from a nearby barrel to chase the flavor.

The man lined himself up drunkenly. The anticipation was churning in Korriana. He thrust, tickling Korriana's clit but missing his mark. He did this twice more, each causing Korriana to gasp. He then put the drink down to lift her high enough to get a better angle.

Korriana wrapped her arms around his waist as the man lowered her onto his dick. It was too big, pushing on her rather than in her. Though it was painful, Korriana couldn't help but enjoy the feeling. That thought scared her for a second before...

With one more drunken thrust, he impaled her upon his dick. She screamed in delight as she was suddenly filled completely. He didn't wait to start bucking, causing her to scream more. The man was wild, with no rhythm, but unusual strength. He gripped her ass painfully as he pounded into her, saying lewd half words.

"I love fucking Elf pussy," was his first comprehensible statement.

Korriana held on for dear life as he tore into her. He pounded into her cervix with each thrust, causing her to moan in the erratic tune of his drunken pounding.

"Tell me how much you love human dick," he demanded.

Korriana found it difficult to form words with her mind full of bliss, "Second only to dragon dick."

"Second?" The man entered a fury, throwing Korriana about with each thrust.

Then he pinned her to the wall with a passionate kiss, railing her hard and fast. He gripped her ass ever tighter with one hand, then slapped the opposite cheek. Korriana was too overstimulated to even register his next set of actions.

Korriana came hard, not even realizing that she was full of the man's seed. The man continued to thrust after for what seemed like an eternity, slowly winding down. He dropped Korriana in the alley, leaving her leaking a puddle of cum into the mud.

Korriana cursed herself, pacing outside the pub's entrance covered in mud. He never paid her. She took a deep breath, and stepped back into the pub. The room was every bit as crowded as before, with people bumping into each other every few seconds.

The hooded man had returned to his table where the party was still drinking. She watched them from the entrance as the hooded man payed for the next round returning his purse to a waist pocket. The server turned away with a grimace as the Orc gave her a spank.

Korriana considered walking up and demanding pay. They'd ridicule her, no doubt. He'd never pay her. What would she do.

She continued to watch, pondering. The mugs were stacking up, they must have been competing. What ends a drinking competition? A guy bowing out? Adventurers never do that. They pass out or die before ever doing that. They'd drink until they pass out. A plan formed in her head.

Korriana had spent the whole of her life in the shadows. She had Sorcery, True Sorcery. She didn't have to let this guy walk all over her.

She found a quiet corner and waited for the hooded man to take a drink. To her surprise, they all took a long one in unison. She took the opportunity to cast a spell, her best spell, Sleep. The short one fell forward into his drink. The hooded man managed to slam his mug down sloppily before his head slammed into the table next to it. The Orc slammed his mug to the table in triumph before raising a fist to the air and shouting the Greyskull chant.

Korriana then approached the table, seeing the contest over and asked, "So the contest is over?"

The Orc examined the table, drunkenly counting the mugs. It took him a few tries, before saying, "No, I think I need two more."

Korriana nodded, "I'll tell the server," then she tried for, "Would it be alright if I take the mugs now?"

Her stomach sank as he pondered, he looked at his inebriated comrades and shrugged, "Sure."

Korriana looked over at the server near the kitchen and held up two fingers. As the server turned around, the Orc turned to look at her. Korriana took her opportunity to snatch the hooded man's purse and hide it in a mug. She then gathered up as many mugs in her arms as she could without risking dropping them.

She stepped away, the Orc shouted at her.

Korriana's back shot up as she turned to look at him.

The Orc tossed her a coin, landing it in one of the empty mugs, "Thanks for putting up with my friend."

Korriana suddenly felt very guilty, but then glanced at the drooling bald human she had just let violate her. She smiled at the Orc, but felt disgusting. That man didn't deserve her.

As soon as she made it back into the kitchen, the pub's owner rounded on her. Korriana set the mugs down, retrieving the purse and coin from them. The owner reached down to snatch the purse before Korriana slapped his hand.

"You little whelp," the owner cursed, "I should kick you out right now."

Korriana quickly scrambled into the purse and counted out three gold. She raise her hand and considered for a brief moment just leaving. The owner reached for the bag. Korriana returned the coins to the purse and jerked the bag down out of reach in one motion.

"Three gold or I'm on the street?" Korriana parroted. She didn't have to put up with this, "I'll take the streets."

The owner of the pub, Korriana never learned his name, began to yell. She ignored him. He followed her up the stairs into her room, still shouting whatever he had to say. She unlocked her room, then tossed the man the key. He stopped yelling and stared at the key for a moment, shocked.

She stepped inside, closed the door and removed her muddy uniform. She then donned her elven tunic, taking a moment to wipe herself off before putting on her pants. She threw the bag of stuff Thalthas had left her over her shoulder after adding her new purse.

She stepped up to her trapspringing wizard staff enchanted to throw fire. She let her face slip into a faint smile. She could do whatever she wanted, she wasn't just some weakling, she had power.

"I'm calling the guards!" The owner shouted.

Korriana sighed and took her staff. She took one last scan of the room to see if she forgot anything, then left. Or she tried to leave. The door was locked. What an ass.

For a brief moment Korriana considered burning the door down, but that might put the people downstairs in danger... and the guard would have legitimate reason to be after her.

She shifted into her winged kobold form, and leaped from the window. Gliding to the ground, she turned a number of heads. She looked around wondering where she would go. She was free in this world.

That was wrong, she had somewhere to be. Her people were in trouble, and it was her fault. She had to go home.