Walking along Dhirim's main street Brigid watched the people around her. They were from a mixture of cultures, as was to be expected in a town that had changed hands so many times, and her head almost snapped round when she heard Norse, instead casually glancing round to try and identify the speakers. She spotted the pair emerging from a squat but long building, a large rectangular water tank mounted on the roof, and glanced at the sign above the building's door. It claimed to be a tavern of some sort, the stables attached to the right-hand side implying that it was run by Khergits.
Renee had told the female trainees about Dhirim, speaking of the town's many districts. She had spoken with admiration of the three Khergit districts, saying that they were the best riders in Calradia. Taking a deep breath Brigid stepped up to the tavern, pushing open the door and walking in. The main room was made up like an exhibition chamber, a semi-circle of tables gathered around a raised stage. Two Khergit women, clad in short gowns that only fell to their knees, were on the stage, chatting to themselves amid the quiet of the empty room. They rose when they noticed Brigid, both glancing at the man at the bar.
Brigid felt pinned beneath their gazes, almost tempted to walk out, when a third Khergit woman stepped in from a door to the left of the stage. She seemed to be glowing, reminding Brigid of how she felt after her encounter with Mari, and she plucked up the courage to approach the bar, feeling confident she knew what the tavern actually was.
"How much for some time with one of them?"
The bartender glanced at her for a moment, a sneer on his lips, before pointing at a board on the wall.
"Price is 150 denars. Paid upfront. Choice of girl is yours."
Retrieving the coins and placing them on the bar Brigid turned to look at the women. They had come alive at the sight of money, dancing and posing on the stage as each sought her full attention, and Brigid eventually pointed at one of them, the slender woman slowly descending to take Brigid's hand.
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The Khergit led Brigid into a decent-sized room in the rear of the tavern. Pipes were attached to the ceiling, ending open-mouthed over a tiled and sunken section in one corner, and the two women walked towards it before the Khergit paused, removing her gown to stand unashamedly naked. She began undoing the buckles on Brigid's armour, removing her breastplate before the mercenary began reacting. Brigid gently extracted herself from the Khergit, removing the rest of her equipment and carefully stacking it together, before letting the other woman finish what she'd started, her view of the room briefly obscured as her dress was drawn up over her head.
She considered the smaller Khergit as she was led under the pipes, evaluating the differences between herself and the other woman, before screaming as cold water poured down her back. The Khergit shrugged apologetically, shivering a bit as she moved behind Brigid, and Brigid gasped as she felt the other woman press herself against her back, slim arms reaching round to start rubbing a soap onto her torso. One hand drifted lower, grazing the sensitive skin below the belly button, and Brigid let out a low moan, almost falling to her knees as the wandering hand began exploring within her. The Khergit guided her to a small outcrop, seating her down, before boldly spreading Brigid's legs and stepping between them, leaning forward to rub her streamlined breasts against the larger pair Brigid had. Her questing hand hadn't stopped moving and Brigid blushed when she trembled in orgasm, the Khergit withdrawing the hand and grinning at Brigid as she licked her fingers clean.
The Khergit stretched to turn off the flow of water, giggling as Brigid surprised herself by kissing one of her erect nipples, and they lay down inside the rapidly draining section. Brigid was on her front, head turned so that she was above the diminishing water level, and she laughed when the Khergit straddled her waist, remembering Renee's words about Khergits being the best riders. There was a slight pause before the Khergit took hold of Brigid's shoulders, using them as handles as she began sliding back and forth over the larger woman, with as much of the women's flesh as possible in contact. Both were quietly moaning in pleasure from the sensations they were experiencing, each going through at least one throbbing climax, and Brigid groaned as she felt the slight weight of the Khergit disappear. She opened her eyes when tapped and rolled over when the Khergit gestured, wriggling to get comfortable on her back.
Again the Khergit descended, the openings that made them both indisputably female touching for the briefest of seconds, and Brigid spotted the wicked look in the Khergit's eyes as she dragged herself at a snail's pace up along the length of Brigid's torso. Loud moans filled the room, the Khergit feeling every bump and ridge beneath her most intimate hole and Brigid learning a fraction of what it was like to be a man, before the Khergit arched her back so that she could lean down to kiss Brigid. She giggled again as she clambered from the mercenary, smiling at the frustrated expression on Brigid's face, and produced a large wool towel from within a chest, holding it out in front of her.
Brigid reluctantly stood, recognizing that her time was all but up, and let the Khergit woman wrap the towel around her, feeling the woman pat her dry and clean. They began dressing when Brigid was dry, the Khergit pulling on her gown so that it clung to her wet skin before helping Brigid back into her outfit. They returned to the main room, the Khergit woman breaking off to head to the staff, and Brigid approached the bar when the bartender waved at her.
"You satisfied?"
Brigid glanced at the stage before turning back to the bartender, suspecting that bad things would happen if the wrong words were said.
"Very satisfied. Thank you."
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