An Evening at Ironbrew's
Another story from my Pirates! series; this one focuses on the crew as they relax for an evening at a tavern in Ratchet. Takrin, the orc of the Bouldershots, has some fun with a couple of the patrons, and a couple of the workers as well, nyehehe. Hope ya like it!
Ironbrew's, possibly Ratchet's most popular tavern, always filled with rambunctious locals and inebriated travellers. It was owned by Daddy Ironbrew, the famed dwarven adventurer-turned barkeep, who always welcomed anyone in need of ale, whatever race they might be (Though he -did- have a no-killing rule in place, enough to deter many cultists and the more boisterous races). His hired muscle was a large tauren known only as Ol' Blackfur, and he alone was enough to quieten down any 'disturbances' that ever cropped up. Last but not least, while an adventurer, Ironbrew came across a fel-infused magical artefact, and found that with it, he could summon and command an imp of all things, thus Tel'nop was appointed the tavern's waiter.
One evening, while the tavern was at it's busiest, the front doors were thrown open; the Bouldershot Buccaneers were back from a very successful adventure and were in dire need of some rum. Sauntering into the busy bar, they found a few large tables and not-so-graciously barged those who were at them away, their captain forcing fistfuls of gold pieces into their hands, which they were happy enough to accept.
This being the first time many of the patrons though had ever laid eyes on the pirates though, most of them were shamelessly gawping over the massive expanses of flesh that the crew's uniforms barely contained. With the men all resting their more-than-generous racks on the tables, it was little surprise the reinforced wood creaked uncomfortably under the sheer weight.
"Oi! Ironbrew! A round of rum for the whole bar!", Captain Mooncrest grinned widely as his men cheered, Tel'nop scowling as he was forced to deliver the alcohol as quick as his little legs would carry him. As he came to one of the Buccaneer's tables, he slid the tray up onto it before climbing up himself to hand out the drinks, almost leaping out of his skin when he saw the sight. Around him were four pairs of the largest breasts he'd ever seen, narrowly covered in thin white cloth that was clearly strained, not made to cover such large plains. The imp couldn't tear his gaze away, mindlessly ogling each behemoth pair, the fact that the thin fabric showed off the men's oversized nipples through it didn't really help things. Thankfully the men were used to such attention and infact welcomed it, grabbing themselves a drink and guzzling it down, the orc doing one better and pouring the contents of the large glass onto his chest, it soaking his shirt through immediately and giving a wondrous view at the remarkably-gigantic green globes held within.
The orc then got to his feet, wolf-whistles erupting from many of the patrons, as did shouts of "Take it off!". Takrin, the sucker for attention that he was, tore that skimpy top off and threw it to the floor, those colossal jugs of his bouncing out in all their glory, his huge, dark-green nipples on full show too. His fellow pirates just watched with wide grins, the other pub-goers roaring in delight as the orc proceeded to grab at those rum-soaked globes, squashing them together. He reached down and grabbed the imp, dropping him into the near-bottomless cleavage and mashing them back together again, Tel'nop just tumbling around as those green mountains pressed in on him on both sides, the imp looked comically-small between those things, the size-difference so great that at times he couldn't even be seen by the other patrons. Needless to say though, this just excited the men even more, one of them hopping to his feet. He was a rather short man, quite ruggedly-handsome in his own way though, and had quite toned muscles that his open-tunic showed off. He strutted over to the orc, licking his lips, "Damn, never seen a man so...well-equipped before, what's a guy gotta do to have a taste?".
The orc simply grabbed the back of the man's head and forced him onto a nipple, the man groaning and barely managing to fit the huge nub into his mouth, suckling on it desperatly, his large lashing over it wildly. Takrin groaned in pleasure, reaching down and tearing off his pants too, kicking off his boots as his monstrous manhood burst free, clubbing the man who used both hand to stroke it as best he could, though with it's sheer thickness, his hands couldn't even make it half-way around.
"Nnnngh, need more! Get up here!", he motioned at another, rather weedy-looking human to join him. The slim, robed man just blushed darkly, but nodded obediently. Soon he was standing before the orc, who grabbed his head forcefully too, pressing his face against that gargantuan breast, the priest latching on quickly and suckling gently on the immense teat.
"Ffff, o-one more, you!", He grinned wickedly as he nodded to Ol' Blackfur, the hulking tauren blinking a few times, before grinning back and heading over. "On your knees! Let's see how good a bitch you are, hmm? I want you to suck me, and don't stop until you've got every last drop outta those balls!", he chuckled as he tightened his grip on the two humans suckling on him, the tauren getting down into a crouch and barging between the pair, grabbing the base of that colossal slab of meat in his large hands and using his big, rough tongue to lick up it's entire length, lapping over the head teasingly, then stretching his maw around it, the orc arching his back as he roared out, precum now flooding down the tauren's throat and thick milk blasting out of his nipples, the two humans doing their best to drink as much of the warm dairy as they could.
The other pirates, infact the whole bar, Ironbrew and all had gone past simply watching and were now frantically jerking off at the sight: an enormous orc having his giant tits sucked while forcing a beefy tauren stud to deepthroat him. Ol' Blackfur had made good progress, past the half way point, lapping over every inch of the throbbing, green monster, gulping down the copious amounts of precum.
"Damn it! You guys ain't half bad! Think I'm gonna cum soon, gahaha!", the orc pressed his chest out more, smothering the poor men who were doing their best at pleasing him, occasionally biting down on those huge nipples, but their teeth barely making even a dent on those thick nubs. The tauren meanwhile had reached the base, now bobbing up and down on that impossibly-giant manhood, his hands grabbing at those mammoth green balls, toying with them which only filled the tavern with more of orc's deep moans, his goliath form quaking in ecstasy as he could barely hold back.
"NNNNNGAAAAH! FUCK!", the orc threw his head back as his cock erupted, his plentiful cum unleashed down the tauren's throat who expertly gulped it down entirely, clearly he'd had practise at this. Both humans on his teats however weren't faring as well, the sheer force of his orgasm has forced them off, the milk pouring over them, their faces and hair soaked, their clothing too. The orc's guttural moan was soon joined by many of the other men, unloading over themselves as the sight of the orc in such pleasure was too much to bear.
Eventually the orc's arousal would be satisfied, Ol' Blackfur pulling off the softening shaft with a huge grin, walking back to stand at his post beside the bar. The two humans were soon released from the orc's grip, making their way back to their seats and collapsing in a daze. Takrin's senses soon returned to him as he crammed both gigantic tits of his back into his rum-socked shirt, blinking and reaching between them, pulling out the imp who was panting frantically, a look of bliss on his face. He grinned triumphantly and placed him down onto the table, before sitting back down and grabbing himself a glass.