The city of Gandrador was where I currently found myself, and it was proving to be every bit what I needed.
I had been here a little over three months and I had already secured myself steady lodgings and some new, good quality gear, alongside a good source of income.
Although it rested on the outskirts of Morckander, Gandrador was a Dwarven city through and through.
Carved into one of the many mountains, it was half mine, half city, it's depths housing a large forge that produced tonnes and tonnes of metal every year.
Inside, the Dwarves operated the large forge, maintained the intricate mines, and ruled over the city with a hard, yet fair grasp.
Living in the large caverns and outside the mountain itself, various Batkin, Salamanderkin, and other Beastkin toiled the land for crops, providing the city sustenance all year round.
Both groups respected and cared for the other, and both understood their roles that kept Gandrador alive, creating harmony between the two.
But, workers like themselves need something to distract them and provide entertainment, which was where the third group came in.
Made up of any and every race, the third group were prostitutes, dancers, singers, musicians, storytellers...
Most provided some form of relief for a price, and they operated in bars and brothels all around the city, but a smaller portion of that group provided entertainment in different ways.
Fighters and warriors from all around gathered in Dwarven City's, joining the large arena's the Dwarves had carved into the mountains and fighting one another for sport.
Some were simple spars, but most...
Most were to the death, and that was where the coin was made.
I myself joined the many fighters and became one of the gladiators that provided bloody entertainment to Gandrador, and my skill with a blade and my aura allowed me to carve myself a spot inside this city.
My fights had earned me the coin to rent out a small house as well as purchase quality gear, and I was given the perfect targets to hone my skills in all kinds of fighting styles.
An armory was created inside my quaint cottage, dozens of different weapons stored inside.
When I wasn't fighting for sport, I was selling my body for more coin, often times finding myself in the bed of my acquaintances who wanted to dominate me in other ways besides a fight.
If it wasn't the people I considered friends buying me into their bed, it was the Nobles of all kind that visited the city, having me service them for the simple reason of prestige - bragging to their peers how they had one of the best fighters in Gandrador sucking on their cock the night before.
I made equal amounts of money in both avenues of my work, and I thrived in both, loving the way my life was going.
Like before, I forged connections with powerful people, securing myself a spot inside Gandrador, while I also began to accrue a wealth to sustain my training regimen.
The elixirs I needed to heal my body and nurture my aura were expensive, while the cost to maintain my gear was also close to what I payed for my rent monthly.
As such, I needed lots of money, and I earned it doing what I loved.
Right now I was in the pits of Gandrador's arena, the 'Scarlet Rock Coliseum'.
My opponent was a man I had been intimate with a week earlier, and he grimaced as my curved sword slashed across his forearm.
"It's nothing personal, Ilyan. You were sweet last week, but..."
He glared at me, raising his axe with a roar and imbuing it with his chaotic aura, hoping to cleave me in two.
Dancing around the strike, I tutted my tongue as I sliced my curved blade cleanly through his torso, bisecting him with ease as my aura clad blade melted his armor like butter.
Falling to the ground in two pieces, the man died before he could realize what happened, my booted foot slamming into his skull and shattering it, granting him a swift death.
Cheers and roars erupted from the crowd, and I grinned up at the bloodthirsty people of Gandrador, waving my dripping blade at them.
"Prancing Hydrangea!"
I cringed slightly at the title they had given me; when it had been made public that I was both a good fighter and an excellent 'dancer', someone called me that, and it seemed to stick.
Showboating for another few moments, I eventually turned and entered my tunnel, returning to the pits for the fighters.
Reaching my personal storage area, I stripped out of my armor, only to hear a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Uncaring of my nudity, I went about washing myself off with a rag and some soap, glancing at the door as one of my better friends entered.
A tall, thin Wolfkin woman stared at me for a moment before sighing, her amber eyes filled with both lust and exhaustion as she muttered "Must you tempt me, 'Prancing Hydrangea'~?"
Rolling my eyes at her, I replied "Tempting you doesn't take much, you horny bitch. What do you want, Dranka? Besides a quick fuck?"
Smirking at me, Dranka nodded as she approached me, slipping her hands down towards my ass as she pulled me close.
"You know me so well, Gwyneth... I'll talk after I get this fine piece of ass~ Sound good?"
Returning her smirk, I stroked her bare abs as I nodded, turning and bending over.
"Fuck me quick, Dranka. I got some things I need to do tonight."
Unbuckling her pants, my friend let out a bark of laughter as she revealed her knotted cock, nodding to me as she slipped inside.
"Course you do. Who's it this time? That young noble human who seems enamored by you? Oh, or that mature sister at the orphanage? Maybe some new brat?"
Pumping her cock into my womb, Dranka grinned at me as she yanked my head back by my hair, pulling me in for a deep kiss.
She loved to talk about my other flings, seemingly getting off on knowing she was dominating the pussy of a 'loose' Elf, and I never corrected nor yelled at her behavior, enjoying how her more possessive side came out during these moments.
Moaning into her mouth, I relished the deep pounding she gave me, bruising my womb as she slowly built up her ejaculation.
Her thick knot slapped against my plump pussy lips, while her raspy tongue raided my mouth as she kissed me.
One hand pulled my head back, but the other groped my chest, pinching and rolling the bud as she pleased, uncaring of my whimpers as she assaulted me with pain.
Again, not that I disliked the treatment; my quivering pussy lips should be evidence enough as I sprayed my juices onto her pants, drenching them as she continued to rail me.
Slipping her knot inside, the Wolfkin grunted before releasing both my lips and her load, beginning her long ejaculation.
I panted as she flooded my womb with her semen, while her pants made my heart flutter, her adorably tight expression as she was washed over with pleasure adding to my own orgasm.
Seeing the normally arrogant Wolfkin acting so demure was a nice gap, and I greedily drank down her cum with my womb, quenching that post battle lust.
"Fuck... How're you not pregnant yet, Gwyneth? I've lost track of how often I've bred you just this month... let alone all the customers you get."
Smiling at her, I moaned as she pulled her knot free of my cunt, the throbbing red flesh coated in her semen and my juices.
Cursing as she stared at her drenched pants, she spanked me, making me moan again as I smirked at her, and I reached for the extra clothes I stored in here and tossed her a new pair.
"Medicine, Dranka. Can't be getting pregnant yet. Have some things I need to settle first. Why, did you want to get some pups from me~?"
Sitting on the bench, I spread my lips and let her semen drool from my cunt, making the woman growl as she waved me away.
"Yes and no. I worry for whatever would be born from you, but I know they'd be little monsters in combat. Though, should you ever finish those things and want to settle down, my offer is still on the table."
Seeing her seriousness, I grinned as I nodded, saying "I'll think about it. Now, what did you have to say?"
"Ah! That's right. Lady Thora says that someone important is visiting in a week, and she wants the finest gladiators present. Something about a large sum of money being available to whoever is hired by this visitor. I know you need money and all, and she told me to invite you despite you being new. Alright?"
Nodding, I got up and stretched, before glancing down at the semen that dribbled down my leg.
"Damnit Dranka, you cum so fucking much..."
Feeling her lightly slap my cheek, she glared at me as she pointed her long finger at me, saying "As do you, you damn slut! Just washed those pants last night, and now they reek of your scent! How am I meant to court that Dogkin if I reek of some beautiful Elf whore?!"
We glared at one another before erupting into laughter, and I accepted her greedy kiss with relish as we embraced for a little longer, sharing our warmth with the other.
This was something I could get used to...