The Keep

Cutting a Deal - A Fantasy Erotic Short. Part of the Anjasa Between Dungeons series. Anjasa finds herself in a new, sprawling city, yet already she has two men watching her every movement. When they try to extract her to see their employer, she won’t be going quietly. Warning: Contains a super sexy threesome between two elves and a brute of a man who is almost too big to fit. An erotic short of over 7k words. Get updates through our Newsletter and receive Cutting a Deal free!

Excerpt:

The city was large enough for her to disappear into, filled with humans and elves, fairies and goblins, orcs and half breeds. She was just another one of the wandering, lost masses, looking for her place in the world.

With fiery red hair, covered in a large sun hat and massive glasses perched atop her button nose, she could have been anyone. A starlet. A magister. A model. It didn’t matter. Even in her trimmed white dress, the material clinging to her toned body, she didn’t look out of place in the city full of rich, famous, and wannabes.

Sure she got her customary glances, her crude once overs by creatures that had no business looking her way. The flirtatious comments from those that thought they had a chance. The insults from those that didn’t.

She was a woman on a mission, with a straight ahead stare and a quick, if a bit hippy, walk.

Heading into one of the local bars, some place halfway between respectable and grungy, she had picked up the notice of some keen eyes. Unbeknownst to her, her arrival had been detected before she ever set foot in the city, and people were set on alert.

Two men tailed her through the bustling crowds. One stood out quite clearly, a muscular and large man with a reddish-brown skin tone, he had the look of one of the wild barbarians that eschewed civilization. Despite his heft, however, he trod relatively quietly, his long dreaded hair intertwined with beads and jewels, similar to his leather harness and half-kilt. With straps of leather tied to his arms, legs and fists, he had the look of a thug.

Perhaps the more interesting of the two, however, was the smaller man. Of slight frame he had a sandy tanned complexion, and a sun bleached head of short hair that was long in front in a way that could only hinder his sight. Though the swaying of his steps revealed the reason why. It served to hide a scar upon his otherwise perfectly fetching face. For he was an elf, or at least a half-elf, and his near-golden eyes sparkled with the light of the day.

Moving up behind her in the bar, he was the one to speak, obviously the leader of the pair. Clearing his throat with a fist raised up to his chin, along that attractively firm jaw line, he announced himself to her. “There’s someone you’ve yet ta see, madam,” he said, his voice almost elvenly musical, but with an attractive masculine husk.

Anjasa glanced towards him, lowering her sunglasses only part way to reveal long black lashes and green eyes, the former of the two a likely giveaway to the falseness of her red hair. She gave a slight smile and pushed her glasses up once more, “Yea, well, in a city this size I think there’s a lot of someone’s I’ve yet to see.” Her tone was dismissive as she looked back to her recently served wine.

The heavy-set brute stirred, as if restless for action, though the slender elf placed a hand on his bicep, quelling his rumble. “You don’t understand,” he insisted, “there is someone very important who requires you speak with them before you enter their city.” It took him a while, perhaps enamoured with her lovely gaze, but he managed to narrow his own sight and give her an intimidating glare. “It’s not an option.”

She frowned, and turned on her barstool, giving both of them a much longer look over, studying them silently for a while before she spoke once more, “I see. And this is pertaining to what, exactly? A job, perhaps?” she asked a bit sarcastically, only the slightest amount of hope creeping into her tone.

Doing his best to offer no indication of his purpose the elf folded his arms over his chest. Wearing a leather vest and pants that fit all quite snugly, his arms, though far from the impressive sight of his companions, were toned and showed off a certain fitness. The black of his gear contrasted to his golden hue as he stared down at her, shrugging his shoulders in a display of feigned ignorance, “That’s between you and the master.”

She rolled her eyes behind her shades and reached for her glass of wine. Taking a small sip, she left a ruby smear of lipstick behind, holding the liquid in her mouth before swallowing as she leaned towards the two. Her white dress stood out in stark defiance of the dark bar, and she was far too classy for such a middling place as this, yet the way she pushed her large breasts up was simply sluttish.

“I’m not interested in talking to anyone who calls themselves the master,” she glanced up to the larger man, then back to the elf before righting herself in her seat. “That’s a title reserved for me to give, not for others to demand.”

The large ruddy man pressed one fist into the other and cracked his knuckles loudly. He had a wide, strong face, albeit it would be an attractive one, were it not marred by a brutish scowl. This time the smaller elf didn’t bother to reprimand him, “We were sent to escort you in, madam. Not to discuss your tastes and pleasures,” he remarked firmly, his own biceps swelling a bit as he looked ready for action.

She didn’t seem in any such hurry, her actions slow, even as she tensed. Crossing her legs, she stared at the elf, “Well I like discussing my taste and pleasures, and I’m sure if you two could stay for a drink we’d find we had much in common.”

Putting on an uneven smile, the elf responded wryly, “As much as I’d love to chat with you over a drink, the one you should be concerned about talking with is our boss.” He leaned forward a little, lowering his voice, not that it was necessary; the patrons of the bar knew to give a pair like this their space. “I’d love to buy a beautiful lady a drink, but it’s time we were going now.”

“Does he know you’ve located me?” she whispered back, a hint of good natured teasing in her voice.

Sighing in some irritation the elf rolled his eyes and answered back, “He knows you’re here. And we’re his best trackers,” he replied with confidence. “He knows when we’re on the search, that person gets found, or there ain’t nothin’ to find.” He gave a wide, smug grin surpassed by the large muscle bound brute beside him smirking toothily.

She raised her glass, “Then I congratulate you on a job well done, I suppose. Still, there doesn’t need to be anything to find. Plenty of mishaps around here could happen to a girl like me.”

Taking the rest of the wine in her mouth, she put down the glass and leaned towards them, her cleavage on display before the two once more, “I say, let’s cut a deal.” She was an impressive woman, with an amazing body, and as her breasts dipped and the gap closed, it was easy to imagine a hard cock wrapped between them.

The large man’s face shifted to confusion then was lost altogether in a state of transfixed staring at the bountiful view before him. The elf was less obvious, however, though no less enticed. He managed to keep his cool after a lick of his soft lips. “We’re also known for our loyalty, madam,” he retorted, though the conviction to support his refusal was less convincing, wavered by her appearance.

“You’ll keep being known for it. Promise. Won’t see me ever again,” she paused, a devious smile forming on her lips, “Well, I won’t come see you ever again. I can’t promise what you’d do.”

Her smug self-assurance seemed to rekindle the elf’s–if not the brute’s–composure, and he gave her a sceptical look. “If you’re askin’ us to just let you walk on out of here out of charity an’ the goodness at the bottom of our very hearts, miss, that ain’t gonna cut it.”

She slid off the barstool, “Right, no, I never appealed to your compassion.” She was a short woman, even in her high heels, but she didn’t seem intimidated looking up at the men, “I was trying to appeal to more base things.” That nip in her waist, the swell of her rear, and the expanse of her bust gave her the nicest hourglass figure, and her dress complimented it perfectly. It was as though it was made just for her, and the material felt out her curves greedily.

With her narrow, devious eyes, and that sexy quirk of her lips, she posed her hips at just the right angle to draw attention along the lines of her curves.

Giving her another once-over, the elven man put on a mask to cover his curiosity. “We’re well paid as is, babe, gonna take a lotta coin ta kindle our interests even remotely.”

She laughed, a light noise that wasn’t mocking, but more good natured. “‘Course. Well, look, I’ll have to pack my things once we’re done, so how about you escort me back to my place, we’ll take care of negotiations, and I’ll disappear into the night.” She was so assured that they’d accept, there wasn’t a moment of doubt or hesitation.

Taking in a large breath the elf looked about to argue when an elbow of the large man beside him hit his side, setting him off-balance for a moment. Clearing his throat he looked her over again, pausing at her chest before meeting her emerald eyes. “We’ll go get your things with you. But if what ya got ta offer ain’t what we’re lookin’ for…” he warned.

“I’m sure we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement,” she assured them before brushing past, her step slower, her saunter much more pronounced.

Though they delayed a moment to watch her sashay off, it wasn’t long before they were right beside her, flanking her on each side. The elven male even went so far as to take her hand and hoop her arm through his as if they were a couple. “No tryin’ to run off,” he warned on the short trip back.

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