Lily’s Quest – Part Two [Mf][oral][fantasy]

Hey! I’m back with chapter two of this smutty fantasy story. Looking for as much feedback as possible, so if you leave a comment with your thoughts, I’d be very appreciative. Hopefully, this isn’t too long for you folks.

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Chapter Two – The Company of Garrello Ostinar

Lily walked down the wooden flight of stairs and into the tavern’s food hall. The hall was filled with about twenty or so folk, most of which were men. Eyes all over the room looked at her, some stealing quick glances whilst others stared obviously. One man, sitting on his own near the front, had a devilish grin painted across his face as he drank up Lily’s petite body. Her insides fluttered with excitement from this new form of attention.

She returned the devilish man with a faint smile, and then walked over to the tavern bar. The only two people seated at the bar were two peculiar looking figures: one a slight-built man wearing a long turquoise cloak, and the other a bulky brutish man, wearing a battered looking breastplate, and a longsword clasped to his waist. Both the men where murmuring amongst themselves very quietly, clearly not wanting to be overheard. Lily thought better of it than to seat herself next to those men, so she sat several seats along.

After a few minutes, the barman emerged from a doorway behind the bar, which Lily assumed led to the Tavern’s kitchen. He spotted Lily instantly. “Ah, you’re up miss! Good morning.” he said. “Although, by the way I hear things, it seems you’ve already treated yourself to a ‘good’ morning…”

“I’m not too sure what you mean, mister.” Lily responded, clearly playing dumb.

“Eh well, a few of my customers got this crazy idea that they could hear you moaning.” Judging by the barman’s awkward expression, he was clearly not used to speaking about such a naughty subject with his customers.

Lily left a gap for the barman to continue, but when it became clear that he was not sure how to proceed, she spoke for him, in a tone oozing with sarcasm. “Oh, was I too loud?”

The barman chuckled lightly, “Maybe just a little. Well, out of all those customers who heard you, not one of them were complaining, if you catch my meaning…”

“Oh, I didn’t imagine they’d be very mad about it…” Lily said with a sly smile across her face.

“Well, anyway, you’ll be wanting some hot breakfast then?”

Lily ordered some salted pork, a few blood sausages and a couple of boiled eggs. She considered getting herself another tankard of ale for the road, but opted instead to try some pomegranate juice which was never available in her little northern hometown. The barman receded back into the tavern kitchen, leaving Lily once again alone with her thoughts.

Despite her rising libido, Lily recognised that she must focus her thoughts on her survival. In the past few months of her travels, she discovered that most people were in outright denial of the danger they were all in. A few days after the destruction of her village, she had told a group of soldiers of the attack. They just laughed. These lands had known peace for hundreds of years, and not many people were happy to believe the word of a fishermen’s daughter. Even now, with the news of the attacks spreading like wildfire, many people refused to leave. They would worry, yes, but in the end, they trusted the empire. The empire was all they had ever known, and it was through its security that these lands had prospered.

But Lily did not share their optimism. She had saw the fleet, she had witnessed its fury and she had felt the savage nature of this new foreign threat. Lily never had the privilege to lay her eyes upon the ancient stone fortress *Stormbreak*, but she did not need to. She *knew*, deep down, that the fortress would fall, and when it did, she needed to be gone from these lands.

West. That was Lily’s destination. Being the daughter of a fishermen meant that Lily was no scholar, but even she knew of the greatness of Nolf Highland Forts. The highlands themselves were treacherous, comprised of leagues of razor sharp rocks, with very few safe passage ways to traverse them. The Nolf Forts, with their thick granite walls, protect these passage ways and formed a near impenetrable defensive line. Lily did not know if she would be safe there, but she reckoned that it was safer there, than here.

But first she had to get there. Lily was still over a hundred leagues away from the highlands, and only 10 leagues away from Stormbreak. She still had a lot of ground to cover. More ground than she could reasonably expect to be traversed on foot. But what could she do? Hire a wagon? She barely had the money to feed herself each day, never mind the coin for luxury travel.

Lily glanced again at the two figures at the end of the bar. The giant swordsman did not have the gallant and sophisticated air of a knight, but rather the grimy demeanour of a sellsword. His companion was very clearly wealthy – with his tanned skin, long flowing cloak and gems around his neck, Lily surmised that he may a wealthy merchant from the south.

But before she could spend any further thought to the mysterious pair, the barman remerged from the kitchen, carrying Lily’s plate of hot breakfast and her beverage. “That’ll cost you one silver for that” said the barman, whilst placing the food and drink in front of Lily. She opened her satchel, retrieved her coin pouch and gave the barman his silver. *‘Another silver down.’* Lily thought grimly to herself. She had known that she needed to be careful with her money if she was going to make to it her destination, but even still, her coins were beginning to run out. The barman thanked Lily and pocketed the coin. He then returned to the tavern kitchen, leaving her to her breakfast.

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Lily was half-way through her meal when another person sat beside her at the bar. “Ah don’t think av ever seen your face in ‘ere before, ‘av’ I, dearie?” said the man in a hoarse voice. Lily turned and recognised it to be the devilish-faced man she had noticed earlier when she’d walked into the room. He was an older man, Lily estimated to be in his fifties, with a receding hair line and dishevelled white beard. It was not yet midday, and already Lily could detect a strong scent of ale from him.

“No, you wouldn’t have seen me before – it’s my first time here.” Lily responded. It was only now just re-entering her head that this man had heard her scream in delight earlier this morning. Despite his less than attractive appearance, Lily was still not repulsed by the fact the man had heard her. In fact, her slutty thoughts where once again starting to force their way into the front of her consciousness.

“Ah didn’t think you ‘ad, as av seen most of the faces in ‘ere at one point or another.” His body was half turned towards Lily, and he was sitting far closer to her than would be usually socially acceptable. “An’ what is your name darlin’?” the drunk asked.

“Lily.”

“Ooh, a pretty name for a pretty girl.” he said giving her a toothy smile. He then slid his hand onto Lily’s thigh and continued “Well, Lily, we could all ‘ear you pantin’ an’ moanin’ a little earlier on y’know. Tell me dearie, if you ever ‘ad a cock in that tight cunt of yours?”

Lily was stunned. Despite her earlier exhibitionism, she still did not prepare herself for this sort of forwardness. Here, in front of her, was one of the tavern drunks she had fantasied about, and yet she sat frozen. This is what she had wanted, what she *still* wanted – to be made into a woman, to be used as some drunk’s fucktoy.

The man’s hand was slowly tracing its way up her thigh, and her pussy tingled in response. “What say ah take you upstairs dearie, an’ give you a nice ‘ard cock to play with?”. His hand crawled ever upwards, and was now dangerously close to Lily’s virgin cunt. He leaned in even closer and gave her his best seductive whisper “No need to scared sweetie, al be nice an’ gentle with that teeny twat…”

The closer the drunk’s hand got to Lily’s cunt, the shallower her breath became. Underneath her clothing, she could feel her nipples hardening with arousal. All her other thoughts were washed away, and replaced with the image of him ravaging her.

*‘Well say yes then, you fool!’*

Just as she was about to nod in approval to him, the long-cloaked man along the bar erupted in anger. “I DON’T GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOU THINK, GRUM. YOU AND YOUR MEN WILL DO AS I BLOODY WELL PAY YOU TO DO!” He rose from his seat and continued “I expect you outside, ready to depart, in five minutes.” He left his companion, who remained silent, and exited the tavern.

In this event, everyone within the room was fixated on the pair. Even the foundling drunk had taken his hands-off Lily to watch the outburst. Lily’s thoughts had now been cleared of her losing her virginity, and returned to her predicament – travel. *‘If that merchant is travelling west in a wagon… I need to speak with him.’*

She cleared her throat, which had gone dry from the drunk’s advances, and stood up out of her seat. Grabbing her satchel, she began to walk towards to the door when the horny drunk quickly seized her right hand and said “eh, wait there princess…”

Lily instinctively placed her left hand on the dagger fastened to her waist. She did not draw it, but the threat alone was enough to make the drunk quickly back off. As much as she wanted to go upstairs and let him use her, she needed to prioritise. *‘Over one hundred leagues…’*

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Lily exited the tavern, and was happy to discover it to be a rather mild day – neither too hot, nor too cold. The sky was cloudless, and the sun shone brightly upon the golden fields which surrounded the village. There was a gentle breeze which caused Lily’s silvery hair to flutter lightly in the wind. A well-maintained cobblestone road ran through the middle of the village – one end leading to Easthaven, and the other heading westwards.

Lily turned to her left and saw the long-cloaked man standing beside two luxurious looking wagons. He was barking orders at a few swordsmen, but none of which seemed to be reacting to man’s commands. Lily had not yet spoken to the man, but she could already tell that he had an air of superiority – as if every person in his vicinity were not worthy of his presence.

She walked up to the man, trying to make herself look more confident than she felt. “G-good morning, sir!”

The man’s head darted round and scowled at her. His black beady eyes seemed examine Lily as if she were a piece of meat on a merchant’s stall. “What do you want?” he responded finally.

This was not a good start. His look of utter contempt alone was draining Lily of most of her hopes for this proposition. *‘Why did I think this was a good idea?’* she thought to herself. Regardless, she forged ahead speaking in the most pleasant tone she could manage. “Oh, I was only wondering if you were heading west was all…”

“So, what if I am?” the man retorted. “Who sent you girl?” His eyes seemed to dart around frantically as if he were searching for a sudden ambush.

“No-one! It’s just well, I want to head west too! And I’m really looking to catch a ride…”

“Oh, and you think you’re the only the one?!” he snapped back to her. “I’ve had many a peasant try and convince me to drag them along too. And do you want to know what I told them? I told each and every one of them to fuck off!”

Lily felt a flicker of anger soar inside of her from the man’s tone, but subdued it instantly. “Well… I-I could help you? I could help out along the journey, if you need any assistance.”

He glanced at the two daggers fastened to her waist. “You mean to *help* out with *those*, Girly?” he scoffed. “I think not. I’ve got several armed thugs at my disposal. All of whom *demand* food and water from me. Why would I *ever* give you any? Now, stop wasting my time!”

He started to turn away from her, when Lily quickly responded back “Well, I could offer other things, other *services*. I imagine these thugs will need “entertainment” on this journey of yours…”

It took a few seconds for the man to register what Lily meant. “Oh, so girly fancies herself as a little peasant whore, is that it?” he said, laughing to himself. “Listen Girly, I’ve got plenty of coin for all the whores we could need along our journey. And they’ll all be bustier, and I’d imagine, more experienced than you.”

Lily was just about to protest, and give him a few reasons why she’d be worth his while, when he continued. “Now, if you could be a good little slut and fuck off!” he turned and walked off towards the back of his wagon, leaving Lily utterly deflated. She stood there, frozen, for a few seconds, just absorbing how badly the conversation had went. She was tempted to continue pestering him, but considering the man’s cunt attitude, she didn’t really see the point.

Suddenly, Lily was cast into shadow. She turned to see a towering figure looming over her. His size was tremendous; Lily only stood level to the man’s broad chest, which was plated with a battle-worn chest piece. She looked up into the figures face to see a thick vertical scar stretching from above his eye down to his chin. *‘The sellsword from the bar. Grum, the cunt had called him.’*

“H-hi.” She stuttered out meekly. She felt insignificant in this giant’s shadow.

“Garrello will not take you?” he asked in a deep voice. His expression did not change. He just gazed deeply into Lily’s blue eyes.

“What? Garrello? I-is that his name? Is that the man’s name you were speaking to earlier?”

Grum nodded. He stopped starring at the Lily, and turned his attention towards Garrello, who was yet again trying to command his thugs to no avail. Grum stood there, motionless, for a few seconds just watching Garrello with intent. Lily did not dare interrupt his thought process.

Finally, he looked back at her and said “Come.”

He strode towards Garrello with his monstrous strides, and Lily followed him, half intrigued, half terrified. As she walked behind him, she was astonished of how he had sneaked up behind her. He moved with a surprising quietness, considering his immense size.

“Ah, Grum!” said Garrello. Lily could not see him as she stood behind the giant. “You’ve seen sense then have you? Cause we’ve got to get moving…”

“Me and my men will do as you ask, Garrello, if we take the girl.” Grum responded.

“Girl? What bloody *girl*, Grum? What are you talking about?” Garrello seemed to have already forgotten about Lily’s existence.

Grum turned and dragged Lily out from behind him.

“Girly! You want to take *her*?!” said Garrello with complete astonishment.

“Yes.” Grum grunted back.

“How many times do I have to tell you thugs? You *and* your men will have all the whores they can desire. You don’t need to drag this little wannabe slut along with us.”

“No. Her.” He responded plainly.

“Fine!” he snapped. “Fine! If it means you’ll tell your bloody thugs to get back to work, then you can drag along Girly.”

Grum nodded to his men, who were lying about, inactive, on boxes of cargo, to get back to work. At once, they immediately started gathering the remainder of the merchandise, and began loading it onto the second wagon.

“But understand this Grum, the protection Girly is your concern, not mine! Also, don’t forget *our* contract – keep her peasant fingers away from my cargo…”

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In total, the company Garrello Ostinar numbered at 9 men – Garrello himself, Grum and his seven swordsmen. In addition to this, the company had three wagons, two travelling cars and the other hauling cargo. They also had 6 horses, 5 of which were used to pull the wagons. Oh, and Lily. Or as Garrello had taken to calling her, Girly. She did not really detest the name too much, even though Lily did not consider herself a girl anymore.

She was currently seated alone in one of the wagons, waiting to depart, whilst Garrello was in the other with a few of the swordsmen. The last of the goods were just being loaded up by Grum and one of his men. Lily sat stunned at what had just unfolded. She had managed to earn her place in a company which was also heading west, but at what price? By the sounds of things, she’d need to serve the giant Grum and satisfy his every desire. *‘And maybe his men too? He wasn’t exactly specific…’*

It wasn’t the thought of serving a bunch of horny swordsmen that terrified Lily too much – she was more excited by that notion than anything else. It was the prospect of Grum. She sat trying to imagine the size of his cock in her hand. How much would she even be able to fit into her mouth? She dreaded to think what it would be like in-between her virgin legs…

Finally, in the early afternoon, she heard Grum boom from outside “That’s it all loaded up! Let’s go.” He then climbed up and entered Lily’s car. As he seated himself down opposite her, she felt the car spring into motion and the company set off at brisk trot. Lily held her breath, waiting for something to happen, but Grum simply stared at her, his expression unreadable. She had no idea whether to look back at the giant’s stares, or look out the window. *‘What do I do? Do I speak? Stay silent?’*

As the houses of the village receded off into the distance, Grum undid his breeches and his boots, removing them both. He was now totally naked from the waist down, and his semi-erect cock lay against his hairy thigh like a slumbering beast, waiting to be aroused. Lily gazed at it with a mixture of fear and excitement.

She was about to ask if she should also strip, when Grum asked “Have you used a cock before?”

“No” she responded. This wasn’t strictly true. She had, in fact, fumbled about with a local boy back in her hometown a couple of times. It was nothing past a couple hand jobs, but she didn’t imagine that those experiences would be of much use now.

Grum grunted. Lily could only hope to assume that this was a positive grunt. He then said “Kneel” indicating for her kneel in front of him. She obeyed his command without question.

Now that she was sat closer to his cock, she estimated that it was about the size of her forearm. She didn’t move from her position, but simply looked up at Grum’s face, waiting for her new master to issue his next command. As she knelt patiently, she was unsure what she should be feeling more: horny or terrified.

Grum then stretched out his beastly-sized arm and guided Lily’s hand towards his cock. As soon as her fingers made contact, his cock gave a short twitch of delight and then returned to his thigh. Her fingers curled around it, forming a light grip, and then gave him a short teasing stroke. She looked up at her master’s impassive face for guidance as she stroked again. He gave a faint nod of encouragement, causing Lily’s lips to curl into a smile. She could feel the fear within her begin to recede, and be replaced with an overwhelming lust.

Third stroke, fourth stroke, fifth, sixth, seventh? Lily wasn’t sure when, but she had managed to wake up the beast. It now stood fully erect, and she couldn’t believe how perfect it felt within her grasp.

“Eyes.” Grum said, indicating her to maintain eye contact with him. Lily obliged, but a little begrudgingly, as she relished watching his cock bob up and down in her grip. Her sea-blue eyes met the grey ones of her master. They gazed at each other whilst Lily continued to pump his cock with more and more vigour.

She did not know how long they had gazed at each other: seconds, minutes, hours? Everything within her life faded away into nothingness. All that mattered within this world was that ‘Girly the Wannabe Slut’ pleasured ‘Grum the Giant’.

Finally, after a short grunt, Grum broke the trance-like state and said “Use your mouth.”

The anxiety that had she felt earlier had washed away. What had she been worried about? This wasn’t terrifying – it was electrifying! This was what she wanted, what she desperately *needed* – a thick cock to touch, and to play with. Girly stuck out her tongue and gave the head a delicate lick, causing the giant to sharply inhale. Taking this as a positive sign, she licked it again and again. Before long, her tongue was swirling around his head, and she could taste a distinct saltiness.

With each passing stroke of her hand and swirl of her tongue, the giant’s breath became tighter and tighter. She revelled in watching the ecstasy in his face as she drove him closer to climax.

When his tight breaths turned into short grunts, the giant placed his hands on either side of Girly’s head. The pair gazed into each other eyes longingly when Grum buckled and roared in euphoria. His cock erupted with spurts of thick, warm cum. Girly was covered. Her mouth, her face, her hair and even some on her clothing. She didn’t mind, in fact, she *loved* it. Girly wore the ropes of cum like a testament to her achievements.

After the giant’s hips returned to his seat, he lay there, panting raggedly, trying to catch his breath. Girly gave his cock a few more strokes for good measure and sucked up the remaining cum off his head.

She knelt there, glazed with cum, watching the giant regain himself when a flicker of doubt shot into her mind. The giant had used her now. His needs had been satisfied. Perhaps, with his balls a lot emptier than they were a couple of hours ago, he felt he did not need to keep Girly around after all? Perhaps, she would return to being nothing more than ‘Lily the fisherman’s daughter’. *‘What if I didn’t do a good enough job to stay in the company?’*. She felt that Grum looked satisfied, but with so little experience, how could she be sure?

Finally, once he came to, he looked down at his cum-soaked mistress and asked “Are you *sure* you’ve never used a cock before?”

End of Chapter Two

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More chapters? Any feedback is very much appreciated. Let me know your thoughts on ‘Grum the Giant’ and ‘Girly the Wannabe Slut’. I wasn’t sure if you would find it hot, or just really jarring.

If you guys want more, then I have a plan to do a chapter from the perspective of the foreign attackers. I have left them incredibly vague so far, but I hope to write a chapter fleshing that out as they sack the city of Easthaven. Also, if any of you folk enjoy noncon, then that’ll be the chapter for it.

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