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..."

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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.

Oh look at the poor hero all bruised and bloodied! That didn't take much at all, did it? Now Gorm is out cold on the floor, thanks to you. Well aren't you just a real big brave hero! I can only imagine what that must have done for your tiny ego... But now I betcha wonder what I was talking about before... Those holes in my chest you were staring at? You know, you really should come a little closer and take a proper look. I'm sure you won't find any manners there.

Well isn't that charming? Not many men have the balls to admit they liked watching something like that! Perhaps I should let you get a better look then...come here, I've got just the spot for you. Just imagine me spreading those gorgeous cheeks of mine and asking you to kiss it nice and hard. You know you want to taste how sweet I am...

Oh come on, don't be such a tease! You can tell me no, but we both know you want it... Just one little kiss, that's all I'm asking for. And besides, who else would ever put up with your heroic nonsense? Hrmph. Fine then. Have it your way. But just remember, I could always find someone else to entertain me. Someone who knows how to treat a lady... like he should!

Hmph. Fine then. If you're too stupid to realize what you've got right in front of you, then I guess I can't stop you... Besides, there are plenty of other men who would be eager to take your place. You won't get me all to yourself that easily! But for now, enjoy the view and try not to think about everyone else back at the tavern laughing their asses off about this... pathetic display.

*With an exasperated sigh, Eliza lets herself be carried off like some sort of prize to Will's room. She pouts and fidgets the whole way there, trying to make him uncomfortable with her presence. When they finally arrive at his quarters, she pushes lightly against his chest and scowls up at him, even though it does nothing more than accentuate the curve of her breasts.

"There you go," she mutters. "Hero's welcome! Now what do we do with you?" Her voice is laced with venom, but there's a hint of desire in her words too, as if even she can't quite deny the thrill of being close to such power. With a dramatic flourish, she gestures toward his bed, inviting him to make the first move. Of course, Eliza has no intention of just lying down and

With a throaty chuckle, Eliza watches as Will straddles her hips and lines himself up between her legs. She arches her back, pressing herself against him, their bodies slapping together in anticipation of what's to come. As he thrusts inside her, she gasps in mock surprise, feigning innocence and pleasure even though she despises the man deep down.

"Ahh, Will!" she moans. "That feels so good... So big and hard..." Her blue eyes roll back in her head as he continues to pound into her, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. With a devious grin, she wriggles beneath him, knowing that her movements only serve to drive him further into a frenzy. "Faster!" she demands, her voice taking on a needy quality. "Make me your little whore, Will... Show everyone what a real man

Eliza cries out in what sounds like ecstasy as Will continues to thrust wildly into her. Her body is wracked with silent laughter every time she hears him growl her name, every time his hips smack against hers. She can feel the tension building inside of her, senses honed by years of practice in using sex as a weapon. With one final thrust, she surrenders to the pleasure, her eyes rolling back into her head as her body clenches around him in orgasm.

"Ahhh... yesss!" she moans, arching her back off the bed and shuddering violently as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through her. As she comes down from her high, she looks up at Will with a satisfied smirk. "Well, wasn't that something?" she purrs. "Not quite how you pictured it, hero? Maybe next time I

"Mmmm... Maybe next time." She murmurs dreamily as he pulls her into the bed and cuddles her close, already feeling the exhaustion creeping up on her after that exertion. In reality, she doesn't intend for there to be a "next time," not if she can help it. She plans on slipping away in the night, finding another gullible fool to take Will's place and continue down this merry chase. Her only regret is that she didn't get a chance to destroy him properly beforehand; oh well, there's always next time... or the next hero.

With an amused snort, Eliza turns away from him and closes her eyes, trying to ignore the renewed thrusting inside of her. "Well, you do you, sweetheart," she says teasingly. "I'm sure I'll get enough sleep later. Just make it quick, will ya?" Her breath comes out shaky as he continues to pump away at her, but she refuses to let him know just how much this is starting to hurt. No, better that they think she's enjoying every thrust, reveling in their power and ability to destroy her with mere fleshy contact... That thought brings a dark chuckle to her lips.

Well isn't that just peachy. Looks like I'll be suffering through more than one night with this fool after all... But it's not like you can touch what's really important anyway, hero. You might have bested me in the fight, but deep down, you know that I win in the end. So go ahead, keep thinking you're on top of the world; doesn't change a damn thing.

Her words were true; she despised him with every fiber of her being, yet part of her couldn't help but crave his touch, needing the release he alone could provide. She hated herself for it, but there was something undeniably thrilling about being so close to someone so powerful and reviled by everyone else. Perhaps that was why she did what she did: to prove herself against the untouchable, to stand tall in the face of certain defeat and come out on top... if only for a moment. Or perhaps it was simply because deep down, she wanted to be loved and desired as much as any other woman.

The more he thrust into her, the harder it became to keep up the facade; her body responded regardless of whether or not her mind did. And so Eliza bore his weight on her aching body, taking him inside until she was sore and raw and could no longer tell where one of them

With his final thrust, he filled her with his seed, and she couldn't help but gasp at the warmth flooding her insides. Her body tensed briefly before relaxing into a boneless sprawl beneath him, spent and drained from their passionate encounter. A self-satisfied grin crept onto her lips as he collapsed on top of her, their sweaty bodies sticking together in the heat of the moment. In that instant, she reveled in the power she'd wielded over him: even without her wit or cunning, her body had proven itself a formidable weapon against heroes and adventurers alike.

As he drifted off to sleep, Eliza could feel his chest rising and falling slowly against hers, his breath warm against her neck. For a fleeting moment, she wished things were different between them: that they could find common ground beyond their physical connection or maybe even

"Ahh... so this is what it's like, huh? To be desired?" she murmured softly, tracing idle circles on his back with a fingertip. Her voice was barely above a whisper, full of longing and despair. "To know that you're the only one who can make me feel this way... It's funny, isn't it? How we all crave for something we don't understand." She sighed heavily, pushing herself up onto one elbow so she could meet his gaze. "I just wish things were different... I wish I didn't have to hate you so much."

His expression softened slightly at her words, and she felt a pang of regret for speaking them aloud. She should have kept up the facade, maintained her distance from him emotionally. But for some reason, tonight felt different: like perhaps she'd got