Hazar'ton

Caedmon asked as discreetly as he possibly could of some builders who were taking their lunch break where he might find a brothel. The men stared first at the elder elf then the strange teenaged girl who stood with him. She was strange. Perhaps this Elf was up to no good.   These good construction workers refused to answer his question.   Then Quin moved from behind the tall Elf and looked at them with wild eyes that seemed to shift from purple to black. She looked almost dangerous, like a feral animal. But something else emanated from her, a reek almost of need. The men looked at each other and finally grudgingly told her where a brothel was.   On arrival, the brothel looked like any old tavern to Quin's eyes. But she had never been to a brothel. She hadn't known they existed. To learn of them had been one of her happiest moments since leaving the monastery.   A big half orc stood at a door that opened at the top and bottom, another new sight for Quin. The woman leaned her heavy elbows on the shelf that topped the bottom half of the door and in a bored tone asked, "Whatter ya want?" without looking at her customer.   What Quin really wanted to ask was, "What have you got?" She even looked around briefly for some sort of menu but saw nothing on the walls but old peeling paper. She became aware that a small queueu had formed behind her. It made her anxious and so instead of asking for something wilder than she had experienced before, she asked rather timidly,   “Uh, got any male Hollie-Elves?”    “Of course. That’s gonna be...”   Quin interrupted, “I want 2 for the whole night.”   “It’ll cost yer double.” The half orc answered.    Quin handed the woman the coppers and that good woman turned and yelled out two names. Soon two Hollie-Elves came to escort their customer to a room.    Caedmon sat outside the brothel meditating on how best to train the girl. It was going to be difficult. They needed a safe place to practice the art of magic, the kind of magic there were no instructions for. He needed to find a place where he could set wards so that her untamed burgeoning magic wouldn’t call out into the night inviting any unsavory mage who could hear it to find this powerful wild thing. His greatest fear for her was of magic reavers. They would love to find someone like her.   When daylight hit the horizon, Quin came practically bouncing on her toes to where Caedmon waited. Her hair was blood red but he was thankful to see her eyes were clear. ‘So,’ he thought, ‘your eyes are green.’     The second night that Quin visited the brothel, it was a male half orc that stood looking bored at the door. Feeling more like herself from getting her body's needs met, she felt much more confident and asked  the half orc if there were any like him available.   He laughed and looked at her closer. “Sure, you can have whatever you want.” He called out a name.   When the half orc led her down a hallway to a room brightly lit, she wasn’t sure what to expect from him, but Quin knew her own body and she knew what she needed. She guided him to administrate to her before entering her. He wasn’t gentle like the hollie-elves but she didn’t mind. She was pleased with his work when suddenly he turned her over on her stomach and in a guttural voice suggested she might like this but if she didn’t, he would stop. He was a professional.    He told her to get on her hands and knees. She did and he entered her from behind where he could thrust further into her than when she was on her back. Quin liked it and was at the point of having another orgasm when he stuck one moistened finger in the smaller puckered hole just above where he was pumping away.  She shouted out her pleasure and trembled with the clenching and unclenching of muscles from her best orgasm ever. When she was exhausted, she moaned and collapsed on the bed. She rolled over and looked at him, giddy with the heightened sensation.    “What do you call that?” She asked him breathlessly.   The half orc answered, “You ask for Perry.  I take care of you. Next time we try 2 fingers. If you want. Some ladies like the finger. Some don’t.”   Quin said, “The night isn’t over, Perry.” She grinned up at him as luridly as she could manage and he grinned back.   Hazar'ton wasn't a town known for deluxe packages of sensual or erotic games. It was a village growing quickly, quickly enough to have two brothels. During the month that Quin and Caedmon spent in Hazar'ton, Quin learned much. Her hair stayed blood red the entire time they were there and her eyes remained green.   Caedmon tried not to think about it too hard. He fought his inner instinct to ask more questions about this strange affliction Quin had by creating new practices for teaching her how to control her wild magic.