The Full Moon Lounge: Ch. 1

[pre-story]It begins! Remember that worgen gambler profile thing I posted a while ago? Well, this is what it was for! It took me a while to really nail down all the designs for the characters in here, but I think I ended up doin' pretty good, 'cause I'm certainly looking forward to writing about them! 
This story is commissioned by the generous Riven LaRange, and hopefully you'll be seeing a lot more of it in the coming months! As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

The Full Moon Lounge: Chapter 1

Aratheion’s lips curled in a wolfish grin, the silver fur around the worgen’s muzzle emphasizing the expression as he casually leaned back in his seat, his large, clawed hands moving with surprising speed and dexterity as he shuffled a deck of cards. The massive worgen, even sitting, was quite the looming presence at the table. He was dressed lightly, as always, wearing little more than a lightweight kilt wrapped around his waist and a pair of cuffs around his wrists. The short, dark gray fur lining his his slender torso, doing nothing to hide the toned muscle underneath. A black eyepatch with gold embroidery in the shape of a crescent moon covered his left eye, leaving a single crimson eye to sweep around the table, assessing his opponents as he shuffled the cards.



With practiced ease, the Ara pulled out sections of the deck and moved them around to the front and back, before bridging two halves of the deck and letting them flutter off his thumbs to merge into a single deck again, pushing them back together. He bridged them once more in one hand and let them spring free into the air, only to settle neatly into a deck in his other hand, positioned perfectly to catch them. He straightened the deck and then held it out, his other hand coming in to quickly deal out cards, one after another, sliding them across the table to the four players in turn, going around and around until each had a hand of five in front of them. “Alright, ladies, same rules as before. Five card draw. Opening bet is one piece of clothing.” He reminded in a smooth, relaxed drawl as he picked up his hand and checked his cards. Not bad… His crimson eye swept out across the table, watching his opponents for their reactions.

Theresa’s expression was as calm and unreadable as it had been all night. The dark-skinned woman sat there with the same gentle half-smile on her full lips and placid, half-closed eyelids, the same expression she’d worn since she’d sat down, seemingly unperturbed even as her white-and-gold robes had come away piece by piece, piling up, neatly folded, in the middle of the large, circular table. Her skin was a warm mahogany brown, and long, wavy black hair cascaded over her shoulders like an ebony waterfall, coming to a stop on the upper slopes of her rather impressive chest. She was certainly a full-figured woman, her body soft and smooth all over, with a supple hourglass curve to her silhouette. Her breasts were full, pillowy-soft mounds the size of ripe melons, that threatened to overflow her pearly-white bra, warm brown flesh bulging around the narrow straps holding the cups up. Her midsection wasn’t exactly thin, but it was definitely not exactly fat either, she had a bit of padding, certainly, and there were some faint, paler stripes at her sides, fading stretch marks, but nothing significant enough to distract from her spectacular figure. A pair of simple white panties struggled much like her bra did, down below, barely able to contain the bounty of her wide hips and thick, round ass, the material disappearing between the twin globes of her backside until it looked more like a thong than anything. Her equally thick thighs tapered toward the knees, squeezed tightly together as she sat with knees together.

Maria was MUCH easier to read by comparison. The fair-skinned woman with the short, spiky blonde hair had been introduced as Theresa’s sister, though they seemed opposite in many more ways than the obvious. She stood behind Theresa’s chair, trying to simultaneously hide behind it and crane her neck over her taller ‘sibling’s’ shoulder to look at her cards. Her bright blue eyes were narrowed intensely as she she chewed her lower lip nervously, her gaze occasionally flicking over in Ara’s direction to glare daggers at him. She’d wagered aggressively at the start, and now, her plate and chain armor was piled by Ara’s chair, leaving her completely naked. She might not be as tall or as curvy as her ‘sister’, but her body was far from unattractive. From head to toe, every inch of her slender lightly freckled body was battle-hardened and muscular, almost bulky, but not quite enough to disrupt her slim, obviously feminine figure, and bore scars, scattered all over her body. Her chest was modest, perky palm-filling swells crowned with peach-pink nipples that had been hard ever since she’d lost her bra, like little cherry blossom buds. Her midsection bore what was quite possibly the most impressive set of abs he’d seen on any woman, at least, any woman other than Ghora, a tight, toned core, with a handful of faint scars running across it. Ara had a faint urge to kiss them. Her hips were slender, but still obviously feminine, with buns of steel that tapered into athletic thighs, slender enough to leave space between them as she stood with feet together. Before she’d managed to hide behind her sister, Ara couldn’t help but note she didn’t shave, a wild tangle of blonde hair between her legs, offering some measure of modesty by somewhat obscuring the lips beneath.

“Oh, my…” Theresa muttered softly as she flipped up her cards and took a look, her smile still unreadable, eyes barely visible.

“HEY! Quit starin’ at my sister!” Maria suddenly snapped, brow furrowed as she glared in Ara’s direction.

Ara blinked in surprise, arching his eyebrow. “...You do realize that that is the point of strip poker, right?” He asked, after a moment’s pause.

“It’s alright, Maria, I don’t mind…” Theresa began, only to be cut off.

“It’s not fine, I don’t like him eyeing you like a piece of meat…” Maria rebutted.

Ara smirked, leaning forward and planting an elbow on the table, setting his chin on his palm. “An’ besides. How’re you so sure I was starin’ at HER?” He drawled with a chuckle.

Maria scowled, then leaned down, whispering in her sister’s ear, still glaring at Ara. She paused a moment, then brought a hand up, pulling it over her mouth and her sister’s ear as she continued. “Hmmm…” Theresa hummed, considering her options for a moment, then nodded, firmly. “Okay, I am going to call.” She finally declared, her soft, quiet voice sounding more suited to offering reassurances or making suggestions than declaring anything.

The table’s attention shifted over to the next player. Mala held her cards before her in one hand, the draenei staring intently at them with her glowing, pale blue eyes. Her skin was a pure, milky white, and she had white hair with just the faintest tinge of pink to it, pulled back and tied into a pair of neat buns on the back of her head, the hair sweeping around the base of the twin horns jutting straight out from the sides of her head, gently bending down as they rapidly tapered to points. Her face was lovely, but hard to read, she didn’t seem to react very strongly to anything, her full lips held a straight, horizontal line, her slender, neatly-trimmed eyebrows always slightly furrowed, giving her the impression of intense concentration.

There was a long moment of silence as she carefully considered her options, which gave Ara time enough to carefully take in the body now on display. Mala was a slow, methodical player, but she seemed to rely too much on pure statistics, and she’d paid for it, losing her leather armor piece by piece until she sat in her chair in nothing but a breast-binder. She was tall and slender, like a model, and while she wasn’t as muscular as Maria, it was clear that her body was the product of rigorous training and exercise, honed and tightened all over. Standing on her hooves, she was almost as tall as Ara, thanks to her long, shapely, double-jointed legs, her biology making her supple thighs and toned butt look spectacular, like she was wearing truly towering heels. Between those supple thighs nestled a smooth, neatly-shaven slit, a slender arrow of neatly trimmed white-pink hair above it directing the eye toward it. Her hips were rounded, but slender, and her butt was the perfect balance of tight and soft, a short, muscular tail sprouting from her tailbone. Her waist was narrow, toned, with a tight little six-pack of abdominals clearly visible, and her silhouette only slightly widened as it came to her chest. A wrist-thick strip of fabric wound around her ribcage over and over, pinning down her chest, and though one could still clearly see the gentle swell of her chest straining against containment, it was impossible to guess just how much ivory titflesh the material contained, a question that had been rattling around Ara’s head since she’d lost her top.

“Come onnnnn~!” Jill whined, breaking the silence, the little gnome throwing her head back as she rocked back and forth in her stool impatiently, hands gripping the edge of her seat to keep her balance as her legs kicked underneath her. She was about as eccentric in appearance as one might expect a gnome to be, with big, bright blue eyes and short, tousled blue hair to match, a sharp contrast to her lightly tanned skin.

“Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet” Mala replied without looking, her voice smooth and level, her tone even. “You already know the cost of action without thought.” She added.

Jill chuckled, glancing down at her naked form, making no effort to hide her petite body, bringing her hands up to palm the modest mounds of her perky breasts, crowned with dusky pink nipples that stood out proudly. “Eh, it’s not so bad, not like I have all that much to hide, anyhow. Besides, I had fun!” She commented with a smirk.

Mala’s jaw shifted subtly, her eyes narrowing, unamused. “I would rather have my armor back than have fun.” She replied, cooly.

Jill sighed, leaning forward on her stool, legs spreading as she gripped the edge of the seat between them, the motion parting her soft thighs to expose the smooth, hairless slit between them, a single silver barbell gleaming in her navel as she craned her neck to look at the hand in front of Mala, then sighed. “Look, you just have that top left. You can’t raise, so all you can do is call or fold, and you might as well take the chance. You miss every shot you don’t take, right?” She asked.

Mala’s lips tightened for a moment. “...Fine. Call.” She finally relented.

Thu’ri smirked, black-painted lips curling slyly, the silver ring at the corner of her lower lip gleaming slightly. “I’m all in.” The void elf declared, looking out over her cards with one glowing pale blue-green eye, surveying the reactions of the other players. The other eye was hidden from view behind a curtain of flowing, midnight-blue hair, a waterfall of silky hair that cascaded down to the small of her back and over her shoulder, those strands that flowed forward swirling and pooling on the ledge formed by the upper slope of her chest, the tips flickering with dancing blue flames. Her skin was a rich indigo, fading more toward blue or purple in some parts, and her dark makeup only enhanced the darkness, her glowing eyes wreathed in smokey black eyeshadow, her full lips painted a glossy black. The darkness of her skin made her gleaming silver piercings stand out all the more sharply, and there were many of them. Tiny studs through the side of her nostril, a nose ring, the aforementioned lip ring, two more rings on the eyebrow that was visible, at least six assorted rings and studs running up the length of her long, pointed ears, some set with dark gems…

Thu’ri still had her black half-corset, the tightly-laced garment pushing her grapefruit-sized breasts up and together into a shelf of smooth, soft cleavage, as well as the matching lacy thong, the thin straps pulled up high on her round hips, the semi-sheer material barely wide enough to hide her slit before tapering down to disappear between the globes of her ass. Another silver ring gleamed in her navel, a pea-sized black gem dangling from it on a short chain, drawing the eye to the extreme taper of her waist. Her bare arms bore a long line of black demonic rune tattoos that flickered with faint blue flames, much like the tips of her hair, the first and last symbols on the backs of her hands, the lines running up her arms and over her shoulders, meeting up in the middle of her back, behind her neck.

Aratheion grinned a little wider, fangs gleaming. “Bold move. Perhaps a mite unwise, but bold, for certain.” He drawled. “Ah’ll call that bet.”

Maria frowned, narrowing her eyes with annoyance at the void elf across the table as Theresa’s brow furrowed just slightly as she considered her options. “Hmm… I suppose I wouldn’t want to lose my bra for nothing… Okay, I’ll call too.”

Mala’s straight lips tugged down at the corners. “...I have nothing more to wager.” She reluctantly admitted. “What happens now?” She asked.

Ara stroked his chin. “Normally, you’d have a main pot of the smallest bet and a matchin’ bet from all players, and any wagers beyond that’d go into a side pot. But since this is strip poker and ah rather like this hand, ah’m just gonna put it all together.” He added with a grin. “And since we’re all all in… It’s time for the showdown.” He concluded, his grin turning a little wicked, his crimson eye sweeping over the other players at the table.