"A half dozen salves, bandages, a helluva lot of pills. Again. Ever think of a quieter line of work, Hammond?" The goblin woman asks, reaching out a little green hand for the usual price from behind her snug oak counter in the crowded apothecary.

The coat-clad figure towers over her, easily twice her stature, tussled black hair and short-cropped beard both wetted atop my head from the seemingly ever present drizzle outside. My long leather coat stretches across my broad shoulders, tailor made to accommodate such a size, beneath it a white dress shirt and black vest, matching black trousers and shoes below. On my back sits a battle axe, a deep obsidian, runes humming softly.

"Have you ever considered minding your own business?" The clang of coins sounds as I drop them into her four-fingered hand which closes quickly around them. She steps down off a stool and away from the counter, disappearing briefly into a back room to procure my supplies. Doing so reveals her rounded belly-- her eighth by my count, and I've never so much as heard a whisper of any of the Fathers. I noted their eye colors vary the one time I met them, the only telltale sign of differing parentage among an otherwise homogeneous race.

"Never." Reappearing she hands me a brown package, tied with twine. "Now go, you're scaring everyone off."

"Fine fine, take care Neesa." Exiting through the door, bell jingling, I look up to find the sky still refusing to clear up as a chill nips at my neck. Sure enough, to my right gathers a little crowd, patrons who had waited for me to exit before hurrying inside all at once.

With a sigh I continue down the narrow road, never having to worry much about navigating the crowd as the sea of people seems to part for me.

...

"Don't tell me ye'chipped it again." A booming voice calls from the forge just as I enter, even over the heavy clang of steel on steel. A dwarf, barrel chested and portly, clad in heavy trousers and a sweat-stained shirt.

"No Dil, nothing of the sort. Just need it sharpened." Dil, short for Dilgir, a nickname the proud man hates but will entertain for a paying customer.

"Sharpened, that thing? Bagh. Give it over to Mursha." A wry smile forms on my green lips, amused at how happily he'll accept payment for a service he deems unnecessary.

"Brother Hammond!" I hear as soon as I turn the corner, a towering Orc maiden throwing her arms up excitedly with a hammer in one hand and a half-molten sword in the other-- clearly forgetting herself. Not my blood relation but a welcome enough turn of phrase among the few Orcs in the city. "Ah, set it down over there, I'll take good care of her." Despite being nearly another half foot past six myself she has several inches on me, rumor being there is some Giant's blood in her veins. It's plausible, her pale green flesh slightly atypical when compared to the forest hue of my own. My axe slips onto her workbench with a hefty thud and I feel as though I can move again. "No time to chat? I can see it on your face. Got to get that taken care of, hm?" She lets out a laugh after gesturing between my legs, hefty breasts heaving in much the same attire her employer dons.

"Know me too well, Mursha." I admit begrudgingly, offering her a friendly nod before allowing her to get back to work before Dilgir storms in and demands a conversation fee from both of us.

...

The Lady's Leg, a towering cathedral of a brothel in the heart of the city, buzzing with activity day or night, seemingly even more so since city officials had taken a pass at shutting it down. Rumor is several wealthy nobles came forward, quietly and discretely, to ensure its continued operation. For obvious reasons.

Its main hall has all the grandeur of a lesser nation's thrown room, vaulted ceilings and salacious paintings adorning the walls. My coat is slung over one arm, stepping forward to the welcome desk which causes the place to more resemble a proper hotel than a whorehouse.

"Hammond! Here again I see." The elf welcomes me in a teasing fashion. Sure I'm a regular, but she always seems to play up precisely how regular I am. "Say, we have a new girl that Gilda was thinking a regular starting w--"

"Not today, Lil." I cut her off even after she invokes the Madame's name.

"Here for Alaina?" She begins flipping through the massive book before her with a lightning speed, dainty fingers taped and re-taped to both heal and prevent further paper-cuts.

"Mm.. Mm.. She's occupied." A choice phrase for what she's no doubt up to at the moment, a desirable, petite human woman of auburn hair has more than a single customer.

"And Erys?" I ask, another whose company I frequent, a sultry, busty half-elf who has more than her share of experience in these hallowed walls. And more than our share of shared experiences. Another flurry of flipping pages and the elf's dimples show.

"Available. For the night?" She asks.

"For the night."

Picking up a receiver she dials into that floor, informing its forewoman that I'll be coming up and to let the woman know as well. The innumerable amount of coin passing through these doors shows in the Leg's quickness in adopting new technologies, Liliana regaling me with stories of several decades ago where they had to send runners off and ask clients to wait a while. Despite her ample experience she doesn't look a day over 20 thanks to her blood, and the Mistress Gilda not a day over 30 despite being well past 300.

"You can head up, Hammond. It's the--"

"Third floor, third door on the right." I finish her sentence, knowing my way around this place.

...

"Hammie!" Erys calls as soon as I enter, turning briefly to shut the door. She lays on an embroidered couch in a deep green gown, no doubt a selected due to my complexion. "It's good to see you again." I offer her a smile, hanging up my coat and then taking a seat across from her.

"It's good to see too, E." I don't think it's been terribly long, a week at most, but I appreciate the warm welcome nonetheless.

"Tell me, anything lurking about I should know about?" She rises, striding across the wood floor in bare feet, pausing just int front of me and resting a hand on my muscled forearm while her other gets to the business of massaging my heavy package through my trousers.

"Lately? The usual I suppose. Vampires, a case of lycanthropy. Goblin packs outside the city. Someone claimed to have seen a troll but my money's on someone being scared off by an Orc." She laughs at this, easily imagining me recounting one of my own experiences.

"Mm, well, what'll it be tonight? Need to blow off some steam? A firm hand with a bit of reassurance? Just to talk?" Climbing into my lap she leans forward, straining her bralette to its limits while I repeat her options to myself.

A sort of late-Victorian fantasy romp starring a bit of a lady-killer Orc. Sound fun? Vaguely Witcher inspired, vaguely gothic vampire novel inspired, not particularly interested in Jack the Ripper despite me going straight for that year as our setting.

What am I looking for? Ideally, a writing partner who finds this setting equally interesting, ripe for world-building, and most of all sexy! With that in mind, who you play is not terribly important. Want to be the new girl briefly alluded to? Sure! Erys or Alaina? Fine by me! Mistress Gilda? The elf greeting girl Lil? The goblin apothecary? The powerful Mursha? A hitherto unmentioned character entirely your own creation? I'd love to hear about them! I'm up for occupying something of a GM role beyond my primary character of Hammond and anyone who feels similarly certainly gets bonus points.

Where kinks are concerned, I see Hammond as primarily a dom though with a submissive side that can be indulged. Big guy likes to melt in someone's motherly grasp from time to time. Likewise, nnot terribly possessive (unless you desire that specifically) given so many of his regular partners sleep around-- it's their job after all.

Some things I'd overall like to explore (largely optional) are:

World Building - Detail is hot!

Character Writing - The only thing hotter than two people bumping uglies is knowing who those two people are.

Sex Positivity - We all know what we're here for after all. Maybe it flies in the face of the setting but a generally positive attitude in this arena is a favorite.

Plot - If it's all fucking all the time we'll get bored, I promise. Thankfully Hammond has an array of jobs to take care of and perhaps we can hash out something overarching to give us more direction.

Clothed Sex - It seems all the sweeter sometimes when we're in too much of a hurry to properly undress

Outfits (lingerie, stockings, heels) - Period appropriate where possible, strictly sexy where not. If we're keeping it on anyway it ought to look nice, no?

Romance - Rough-fucking monster hunter can be sweet too.

Oral - Giving and receiving, attentive and lovely. From hurried quickies to long worship sessions.

Facesitting - The aforementioned worship session.

Edging - Let's make this last a while...

Anal Play - Not everyone's cup of tea but certainly Hammond's for those interested.

Gags - From ball-gags to a pair of panties or a stray handkerchief.

Toys - They add fun! And surely there's some enchantment or other, rune inlay that can be grafted on to fashion a 19th century, magically powered vibrator.

'Daddy' / 'Mommy' - Whether actually parents or not, these tickle a particular sort of intimacy in me.

Dub-con - Not all encounters need to be in the safety of the brothel or someone's inviting home. I could be persuaded to have a suitably worked up Hammond make some poor decisions.

Age Gaps - Largely those younger than Hammond whom I imagine as around 34, though with elves and others around I'm more than happy to have some whose age dwarfs his ow.

Interspecies - Elves, Orcs, Goblins, Dwarves, Humans, and more!

Interracial - A pet peeve of mine is that so often in fantasy writing we seem to forget that humans aren't a monolith. Skin colors and dialects and languages of all sorts for humans as well as some of these fantasy folks too!

Exhibitionism/Voyeurism - From being overheard in a brothel to explicitly watching in a group scene, or being watched.

Polyamory/Cuckolding/Cuckqueaning/Cheating - I'm grouping these altogether despite their obvious differences to indicate I'm very open to the idea of Hammond and your character(s) both having a variety of partners. This can be perfectly acceptable to all those involved, a source of some friction, or outright humiliating for those more interested in that bent.

Varying Gender Expression - From the fantastical futanari to MtF, FtM, and beyond, while I may not sleep with every passerby I do like worlds populated with variety.

Monsters, Tentacles & More - Hammond needs something to hunt after all, though if things go sideways...

Body worship (Ass, Cock, Feet, Pussy) - What can I say, bodies are sexy.

Group Scenes - Not something I'm always up for as htey can be quite draining to write but certainly on the table. Whether more mutual or a gangbang sort of scene.

Breeding Talk / Pregnancy Risk / Impregnation / Pregnancy - Letting our bits do what they're made to do is hot! Or at the very least acknowledging the risk and remedying it.

Light Pain / Spanking / Scratching / Biting - Nothing too violent or drawing blood but marking up a lover or being marked up can be hot.

I believe that's all I have for now. Let me know what struck you most about this and who you might like to play alongside Hammond. I hope to hear from you!

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