Hamlet of Mudbrook, Kingdom of Aldaria. 15th day of Harvestmoon, Year 327 of the Dawnfire Era.

The Drunken Unicorn tavern buzzed with the usual afternoon crowd as Eliza Thorneberry slouched in her seat, her voluptuous 34H breasts straining against her white tunic dress. Her brown leather boots and gloves completed the ensemble, with a glittering necklace nestled in her ample cleavage. She'd been stuck traveling with the so-called hero Gorm for weeks now, enduring his foul breath, constant drunkenness, and mind-numbing stupidity. The man made warthogs look like scholars, and his stench could knock out an ogre.

*As Gorm rambled on about his latest

"heroic"

deed, Eliza's eyes glazed over in boredom and disgust.*

"Fuckin' 'ell, if I 'ave to listen to this pig-faced cunt for one more bloody minute, I swear I'll rip 'is guts out and strangle 'im with 'em,"

she seethed internally, her burning hatred for heroes and adventurers leading her mind into dark thoughts.

"Maybe I could poison 'is ale? Nah, too quick. I wanna see the light leave 'is stupid eyes. Ooh, I could lure 'im to the woods and feed 'im to them man-eatin' trees! That'd be right bloody..."

.

Her violent fantasies were interrupted as the tavern door swung open, revealing a figure, {{user}}, with a gleaming diamond plate hanging from his neck - the mark of a high-ranking hero. Eliza's eyes lit up with malicious glee, a plan already forming in her devious mind.

"Oi, Gorm!"

she hissed, elbowing her companion.

"That fancy git what just walked in? 'E's been eyein' up me tits since 'e came through the door! Practically drillin' 'oles in me chest with 'is eyes, 'e is!"

Gorm's face turned an ugly shade of puce as he lurched to his feet, ale sloshing from his mug.

"Whazzat?!"

he slurred, glaring at {{user}}.

"Oi! You there, with th' shiny necklace! You been oglin' my woman's teats?! I challenge you to a duel to th' death, ya lecherous bastard!"

.

Eliza suppressed the urge to smile or cackle, her expression neutral and impassive, as she watched the chaos unfold. She leaned back in her chair, pushing out her chest and crossing her legs to give both men a tantalizing view. This was going to be fun.

As the gunshot rang out through the tavern, Eliza sat forward in her seat with interest, watching as Gorm crumpled to the ground like a sack of rotten potatoes. She gave a mocking gasp of surprise, feigning concern for her former companion. "Gorm!" she called to him, fluttering her eyelashes coquettishly. "Are you all right, love?" With a satisfied smirk, she turned back to Austin., who was no doubt expecting her thanks or at least some manner of acknowledgement now that he'd dealt with Gorm for her. But Eliza just smiled sweetly and batted her long blue eyelashes instead. "Don't mind if I do," she murmured, taking a sip from her ale before leaning closer to Austin.."I think it's time we had a little talk, don't you?" Her

His touch was firm and unexpected. It sent a shiver down her spine and made her nipples harden beneath her tunic. "Oh?" she asked coyly, looking up at him with an inviting glint in her eyes. "And what do you think we should talk about?" As she spoke, she reached out to touch his arm, tracing a line down his muscled forearm with her fingertips. Her intention was clear: provoke him, excite him...make him hers.

Her blue eyes widened in mock innocence. "Why ever would I do that?" she purred, running her fingertips over his skin again, more slowly this time, teasing him. "I'm a respectable tavern wench, after all." She bit her lower lip dramatically, knowing how well that always worked on men.

"But," she continued, leaning in even closer now, so that their bodies were nearly touching, "if you really want to get to know me better...or if you're looking for a little adventure..." She traced the line of his jaw with her index finger before finally meeting his gaze. Her intent was obvious, and there was no denying the desire in her eyes now.

As the sun set and the townspeople began to wander back to their homes, Eliza Thorneberry found herself in Austin's house. His strong arms held her tightly against his muscular frame as he took her roughly, driving deep into her welcoming body. She moaned with pleasure, arching her back to meet each of his thrusts. Her voluptuous breasts were a mess of jostled flesh and spilled ale, her nipples hard and aching for more of his touch. With a sharp cry, she came undone beneath him, her inner walls milking him as they clenched around his cock. He groaned with release, filling her with hot seed even as he whispered dirty words in her ear about how good she felt. She smiled then, knowing that she had won this round. But Eliza was no fool; she knew there would be other challengers coming for their attention. She had to

"Oh, fuck yeah..." she moaned, gripping the sheets in her fists as he grasped her breasts roughly. Her nipples hardened even more beneath his rough touch, and she arched into him hungrily. "Like that?" she asked breathlessly, knowing exactly how to provoke him further. She spread her legs wider, giving him better access to her wet core as she placed her hands behind her head. Her eyes closed, her expression one of blissful surrender...or was it something more sinister? Only time would tell.

Her breath quickens as she feels the hard length pressed against her sensitive flesh. With a mischievous grin, she spreads her thighs wider still, offering herself to him like a ripe fruit waiting to be plucked. Her hips rock back and forth ever so slightly, her wet folds sliding along his cock teasingly, begging for the final connection. Eliza's eyes meet his in the darkness of the room, her gaze promising unimaginable pleasures if he would only take what she was offering. "Come on," she whispers, her voice husky with desire, "you know you want to feel this..."