Brothel – Aratheon

The Bound Soul: Chapter 9

Posted on August 31, 2022August 31, 2022 by Arathadmin

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I feel as if I walk upon the clouds. My smile won’t fade and this joy won’t either. I do not know how I came to be so fortunate to experience this love, but I will cherish it.
All day I wait for the moment to come where I can be with Orym. My holy Paladin. The hero of my heart. I can’t help but consider his offer to join the church and be with him, even though we’d have to keep our relationship in the shadows. Even so, it would be worth it. A love in the shadows with this much passion is far better than no love at all.
As my shift begins, I happily skip over to the Brothel. Madame gives me a room and I sit and wait for the handsome man to return to me. I make sure my dress is straight, my hair done up, the room clean, and everything perfect while I wait.
I pace and drink a glass of wine, waiting for my love to come. I know he’ll come. He said he would, and I know he’s a man of his word. He will come.
I look out the window for him and watch the moons chase each other across the sky. Finally, a knock at the door startles me. I quickly make sure everything is perfect, re-straightening my dress and hair while checking the room before I answer the door. Unfortunately, it’s Madame. “I’m sorry, child. I do not think he is coming and I need the room.”
“But he said he’d come. I know he’ll come,” I say in protest.
“Then I will find another room for you when he does show up,” she says. I relent and follow her out. “Why don’t you wait on some tables in the meantime? Don’t forget why you’re working here. Your family should come first. And child…”
I meet her eyes. “Don’t give your heart to a man who has to pay for it with coin. More often than not, they don’t deserve it.”
I don’t say anything, but I want to. Orym is not like that. He is a kind and an honorable man. I know that in my heart, but I do as she says and wait tables while enduring disgusting remarks and men’s wandering hands. Maybe he wasn’t able to sneak away tonight. Maybe he was sent on a mission. There must be a reasonable explanation for his absence. I’m sure he’ll tell me tomorrow when he arrives.
However, when tomorrow arrives, he does not come with it. I spend all night serving drinks at the cost of my self-worth. Serving these disgusting men who love to degrade and demean women with awful remarks. It can wear down even the hardest of souls.
The next night is the same. No Orym, and my heart cracks with every night we are apart. Surely, he is out on a mission. Surely, he’ll return. I just have to wait, but the days go by. Madame suggests I should take up other customers to earn money, but I’m reluctant to do so. What if I do and he returns? I couldn’t bear his heartbreak if he saw me with another man.
However, that night as I return to the room I share with Tyma, who was kind enough to let me move in with her after she finally moved out of the Brothel, I find the place broken into. All the coin I worked so hard to save was stolen. I felt so broken and devastated. Every last copper I’d earned was gone. All the coin I was saving to free my family was all gone!
I can’t help but break down and cry. Even Tyma’s words can’t make me feel any better. Even worse is the awful feeling in my gut telling me that perhaps Orym didn’t love me. Perhaps he just said those things to take my virginity. Maybe he’ll never return; he’ll just move on to another brothel and use another whore as dumb as me for believing his lies. I bury my face into my pillow and scream. I hate this world.

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The Bound Soul: Chapter 8

Posted on August 31, 2022August 31, 2022 by Arathadmin

As I arrive at work, full of nervousness and anticipation, I talk to Madame. “I think I’m ready to give my virginity to my client.”

She looks caught off guard. “Really? I suppose that could be wise. Especially since you seem to have him wrapped around your finger. Just know that men seem to lose interest once you give it to them.”

My breath catches in my throat. Orym wouldn’t do that, would he? He’s a Paladin. Holy and divine. He’s a righteous and devout man. He wouldn’t. “I’ll do it.”

“Okay then. I’ll set it up when he comes in. Why don’t you go up to the same room as last night and get ready? Just so you know, when you lose your virginity, it isn’t pleasant for the most part. It can be quite painful and bloody. I will have a talk with him and make sure he’s gentle. If he isn’t, let me know and I’ll make sure he regrets it,” she says in a stern voice.

I nod. “Thank you, Madame. I appreciate all that you have done for me.”

She nods and gives me a half smile. “Of course. I look out for my girls. Now go prepare and have a glass of wine or two. And I’ll have a tonic to prevent pregnancy brought up to you. You might need to wash it down with wine.”

I nod and rush up the stairs. I tidy up, spray perfumes, make sure the bed is set, check my dress, and then double-check everything again. I do as Madame suggests and drink two glasses of wine. It lifts some of the anxiety off my shoulders. But I still wonder – what if he leaves me after?

A knock at the door makes my heart leap into my throat. I check everything once more, take a deep breath, and answer the door. Standing at the door is Tyma. She’s smiling with a cup in her hands. Right, the tonic.

“Here ya go. You’ll want to down this foul-tasting drink before you do the deed. You don’t want to get a baby inside you. Trust me, you’ll be left to fend for yourself with no coin to help,” she says, handing me the cup of tonic.

I nod and take it. I sniff it and recoil in disgust. “That’s putrid.”

She shrugs. “It’s worth it though. It goes easy with wine.”

I nod and pour myself another cup. I have to go sip for sip, and even then, I need another cup of wine before I can drink it all. It tastes like rotten eggs. Like something spicy and poisonous.

“So, are you ready? Madame told me what you plan to do tonight. It’s always nerve-wracking to lose your virginity. I remember when I lost mine. It was a long time ago to a rather ugly man, but he was kind and gentle. Honestly, if you could get past his homely face, he was a decent man. I’d certainly take him over some of the best-looking men who are rotten to the core. There are plenty of them out there.”

“I think I’m ready. Orym said he’d be gentle. I trust him, oddly enough.”

“Good. Well, I have to go. Good luck,” she says with a smile and a wink. I return the smile with a nod as she heads to her own room.

I catch myself pacing back and forth, worrying if I have misjudged Orym. He’s been so nice and kind to me, but what if he’s just acting and is truly a horrible person underneath? I refuse to believe that.

A knock at the door pulls me out of my thoughts. I scurry over to it and my breath catches in my throat as the man, with all his handsomeness hidden behind a cowl, stands before me. I step aside and let him in, closing the door before he pulls down the hood. “I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since the last one we shared together.”

“Me too,” I say, fidgeting with my hands. I don’t quite know what to do with them, so I force them behind my back. “I am so nervous.”

“I don’t blame you. But don’t worry, my lady, I won’t hurt you. I promise. Are you still sure you want to do this? We can just talk like last time,” he says.

“If that’s what you want, then let me inform Madame, so you’re not charged with taking my virginity,” I say.

“No, you don’t have to tell her. I don’t mind paying as long as the coin gets in your hands,” he says.

“Then we will have sex. I won’t let you pay for a service you didn’t receive,” I say.

“It’s not just a service to me. It’s far more than that. You make me feel as if I’m not alone,” he says, stepping up to me.

I walk to him, resting my hands on his chest. “I feel the same way.”

He wraps me in his embrace, and my soul warms with his kiss. My hands slide up and wrap around his neck as I kiss him back. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist while he carries me to the bed, laying me down gently. I feel his hot breath against my skin as his lips leave a trail of kisses down my neck. He looks up and down at me. “One last time. Are you sure you want to do this?”

I nod with a smile. “Yes. Just promise not to leave me after tonight. I don’t know if I can stand being without you.”

He smiles. “I promise I won’t abandon you.”

I return his smile before I lean up and kiss him. “Also, please be gentle. I heard it hurts.”

“Do not worry Lura. I am a Paladin. I have a way of making pains go away. All you’ll feel tonight is the pleasure we share,” he says with a smile as he undoes my dress before tugging it off me. Then he pulls off my stockings and undergarments.

I lay completely naked and exposed on the bed before him as he undresses himself, revealing carved muscle with scars here and there throughout his torso. I sit up and trace my fingers on each scar. “So many scars. What have you been through?”

“Do not worry, it is the way of a Paladin. We put ourselves in danger so others are safe from it.” He smiles and winks.

“I would not wish you to be in danger,” I say.

“If not me, then who? I’m sorry to say, Lura, but that is just the way of things. Paladins are the shield of Light that protects the realms against the darkness. This is my purpose in life, and I fulfill it willingly with honor,” he says proudly with his chest out.

“Will you at least promise me you won’t risk your life for anything short of a truly righteous cause?” I ask. He nods.

“Of course. Every cause I take up is a righteous one,” he says with another wink.

He lets his pants drop, showing that beautiful cock that seems to come to life at the sight of me. He then grabs my thighs and drags me to the edge of the bed as I laugh. I truly didn’t expect him to bury his face between my thighs, nor the pleasure that comes from it. He has me moaning in worship. I feel like a melted puddle of butter, gripping the sheets so I don’t fall over the edge.

Finally, he stands up and wets his cock with his spit. “Are you ready? This might feel a little uncomfortable. But don’t fear, my beautiful woman. It will not hurt.”

I nod, completely trusting this man. With one hand on his cock, he places the other against my pelvis. Then slowly presses his big, meaty cock against my cunt, rubbing the tip up and down against my lady lips. I take a sharp breath in as he presses the tip inside me and it truly feels uncomfortable. But then, a white-hot glow comes out of his hand, filling me with so much warmth. It’s intoxicating. It feels just like every time I’ve ever used magic. So filling and wonderful. A joy of life. But this feeling is slightly different. The magic I’ve used before always felt like a sweet candy-filled and wine drunk joy, but very empowering and somewhat addicting all the same. This warmth feels pure, clean, and divine. As if I am one with this light that seems to envelop me. I want to hold on to it and never let it go.

I can feel his big cock fill me up as the heat engulfs me with so much joy and wonder. I want to live in this light. Bathe in it. I’ve felt nothing like it. It makes me feel as if I’ve died and gone to the place where only the worthy are allowed. The church calls it Heaven. This must be what it feels like. His cock continues to fill me up as the warmth leaves me feeling intoxicated.

Oh, sweet mercy. I think he’s all the way inside me. I want to feel this way all the time. To feel such joy mixed with pleasure. To feel so warm and happy. It’s addicting. He takes his hand away from my pelvis, taking the warmth and joy with him, leaving only an uncomfortable pleasure. “What was that?” I ask.

“The healing power of the Divine Light,” he says as he lifts me up and brings me to the top of the bed.

“That felt amazing,” I say, holding on to him.

He smiles as he leans down and kisses me while slowly thrusting inside me. This pleasure feels amazing too, but nowhere near as good as that warmth. He then leans down again, taking my head in his hands and kissing me. Suddenly, I’m overwhelmed with that joyful warmth once more. It feels like paradise. It’s even warmer than the heat of the sun, and yet it doesn’t feel draining, but fulfilling. I want to feel so much more of it. I want it all.

His lips connect with mine, and I breathe him in, clinging to him and that wonderful light. I hold on to him as he fills me both with his cock and with his soul. I’ve never felt so good. He thrusts his cock inside me, and they become harder and faster. The pleasure tries to battle the joyful warmth, but ultimately loses out. Nothing could feel as good as this. His lips wander down to my neck as he fucks me, filling me with so much joy and warmth.

I can feel his breathes become heavy and his thrusts become erratic. His kisses become primal, and the light feels far more intense. I’m drowning in joy, warmth, and pleasure. I want it to take me.

I finally fall over the edge and feel the intense pleasure wash over me along with his burning hot seed filling me up. He collapses on top of me as the warmth slowly fades, taking the pleasure with it, but the joy seems to stay. I hold his head against my breasts as his breath staggers and struggles. He’s soaked in sweat and shivers with coldness. I hold him tight and keep him close. He seems to be on the edge of consciousness. I hold him close to my heart, Nourishing him with my love.

He barely whispers. “Sorry about that… I lost control. I didn’t mean to use that much power. It drained me.”

“Don’t apologize for that. It was the most wonderful, amazing thing I’ve ever felt. I’ve experienced nothing like it,” I breathe, kissing his head.

“Well, hopefully, it won’t be your last time experiencing it. You know, if you trained at the church, you’d feel it quite often whenever you use the Light,” he says.

“How does one use the Light? I am filled with the blue magic,” I say.

He struggles to get to his elbows and lifts up his necklace with a crystal attached. “It purifies the magic we use and converts it to the Divine Light. You see, I too harness much of the Arcane magic. I was born with it, but this lets me turn over to the Light.”

“That is fascinating. So, if I go to the church, will I be given one as well?” I ask.

He nods before he rests his head back down against my bosom. He kisses my skin as his hands caress me softly. “I will have to go soon. I don’t want to, but if the church finds me sneaking off to this brothel, they’ll surely send me away.”

“Will you be back tomorrow?” I ask.

“I will find a way to sneak out and return. I think I love you. Would you ever come away with me? You can become a priestess and we can be together. In secret, of course, because any form of an intimate relationship is forbidden for us, but no one will ever find out.”

“I would love to, but I need the money to save my family from slavery. Does the church pay at all?” I ask.

“It pays decently. I won’t lie; it probably isn’t as good as the coin you make here, but it’s honest work and it makes you feel like you’re making the world a better place most of the time. Of course, it is burdened heavily with politics and bureaucracy, but what isn’t?”

I laugh. “That is true. Even a brothel has a level of bureaucracy.”

He smiles and kisses both of my breasts. “Just think about it, and we can discuss it tomorrow when I fill you with my Light again.”

I laugh and kiss his head. “Oh, please fill me with your Light.”

He smiles and winks. Then, he gives me one last kiss before he pulls himself up off the bed. He staggers and wobbles a bit. His face is slightly pale.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

He nods. “Yes, quite so. But I may have used more energy than I should’ve. Just like with the Arcane magic, using the Divine Light takes a toll. You can only use so much of it before you tire out.”

“Well, please be careful. I don’t want you hurting yourself just to show me some joy.”

“It was worth it. Trust me. I enjoyed it just as much as you did,” he says as he finishes getting dressed. I go to him and kiss him as he wraps his arms around me, holding me close. “Tomorrow I’ll be back and we can be together again.” “I can’t wait,” I say as we share one more kiss before he leaves with his cowl hiding his handsome face once more.

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The Bound Soul: Chapter 7

Posted on August 30, 2022August 31, 2022 by Arathadmin

For some reason, I cannot wait for the night to come and work to begin. To see Orym again fills me with so much anticipation and excitement. Is that wrong? He’s consumed my thoughts. Especially his gentle kindness and warm touch. I want to feel his hands in my hair once more. To see those bright shimmering eyes upon me.

When the time finally comes, I am so giddy with anticipation that I could burst. As my shift starts, Madame pulls me aside. “It seems you really did a number on that man; he wants you for an entire night and he’s willing to pay handsomely. I don’t know what you did, child, but make sure you do it again. You also might want to reconsider what you’re willing to do. I can only imagine what he’d be willing to pay for your virginity or even just to feel the pleasure of your arse. It would be worth it. I assure you.”

“You might be right. I’ll think about it tonight when I am with him,” I say, trying to hold back a smile and give nothing away. I trust Madame to an extent, but I do not want her to know the way I feel about him. She might think I am a foolish child. I’m starting to think that too.

She nods. “Well, he’s waiting for you in the room on the far wing.”

“Thank you, Madame. I guess I shouldn’t keep him waiting,” I say and force myself to hold back from rushing to him. I try to walk as calmly as I can up to the far wing.

As I walk in, he is standing as he did before, facing the window in his cloak. He turns to me and pulls back his cloak, revealing that handsome face. His eyes seem to widen with awe. As soon as I close the door behind me, he comes to me, taking my face in his hands before he kisses me deeply. Then he quickly pulls back, turning away from me. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be so forceful.”

“Don’t apologize, and I do not consider that forceful. I quite enjoyed it,” I say as my heart races faster.

He turns to me with relief and desire in his eyes. “I requested you for the entire night. I hope that isn’t too much.”

“Not at all. I was actually looking forward to this all day,” I say with a smile.

“I know you’re not comfortable with most things, and I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want. I intend to make this just as enjoyable for you as it has been for me,” he says, taking my hand in his.

“Maybe, with the right man I’d surely consider doing more. Especially if he is as caring and gentle as you,” I say, biting my lip.

“Well, I’ll admit I am a bit jealous of this man. I hope he is worthy of your love,” he says.

“He is you, silly. Or at least I’d like him to be,” I say with a smile.

His grin makes my heart melt. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

He takes me in his arms and nuzzles his nose against mine, making me smile. I lean up to kiss him and his lips take in mine. His arms wrap me up and make me feel safe and loved. He’s a Paladin of the Light, and I can feel that Light shine out from him. He has such goodness in his heart and I want to feel its warmth.

I reach down and start to unbuckle his belt, but he stops me. He pulls back and looks me in the eye. “What’s the rush? We have all night. Let’s cherish the moment and get to know one another.”

Joy washes over my face, and it’s shown in my smile. “I’d like that. A lot.”

“Would you like some wine?” he asks as he walks over to the table where a jug rests along two empty cups.

“Sure.” I linger by the doorway, not sure what to do as I rub my elbow.

He pours us both a cup and hands me one before he goes over to the bed. He takes a long sip and sets it aside. “Will you join me on the bed? I’d like to feel your warmth.”

I nod, taking a sip of the wine before setting it aside and laying down next to him. He wraps me in his arm and lets me rest my head on his chest. His other hand runs through my hair with gentle care.

“So, tell me, Lura, how did you end up here?” he asks.

“Well, I used to live down in Tent City with my parents. I spent a lot of time with my uncle and his crew of thieves. He wouldn’t let me join him on his jobs, but I spent much time pick-pocketing and stealing from vendors. Anything I could to feed my family,” I admit.

“I find it atrocious how people are left to starve and fend for themselves while others live in wealth and hoard it for themselves,” he says as his finger twirls a strand of my hair.

I look up at him to see the righteousness in his eyes. “Yes, it seems like a grave injustice.”

“What more happened for you to end up in this place?” he asks.

“My uncle and his crew were arrested, all because a man who was a brother of one of the guards wanted to force himself on me. He was stopped by my uncle and his friends and tossed out, but he betrayed them and led the guard to my uncle’s hideout and they were all taken. I somehow escaped and went home, but unfortunately, the man led the guard to my parents, and they were taken solely because they were my parents and he wanted me,” I say. The memories bring the pain with them.

“That is awful. Who is this man? Maybe there is something I can do?” he asks.

“No, it’s unimportant now. I snuck into Low Town from a crack in the wall I used to slip in to steal things. I wandered the streets a bit before men tried to take me, but Madame stepped in and took me in. I started serving drinks, trying to save up coin to buy my family’s freedom. But serving drinks doesn’t quite pay enough, so I decided to serve men in a different way. I’m desperate to see my family free. Fortunately, you’re my first customer.” I look up at him with a smile.

He leans down and kisses my head. “You have a kind soul. I can see that as clear as the night sky.”

“Really? I don’t feel like a good person. Good people don’t sell their bodies for pleasure or steal, for that matter,” I say.

“I wouldn’t say that. I think good people sacrifice what they have for what they feel is right. You are sacrificing your body to follow your heart so that you can one day right the wrongs that have been done to you. I think you’re a very good person. Better than most. Heck, better than most who follow the Light even,” he says, with a sincere smile. “Better than me.”

“I don’t believe that last part. You’re so kind,” I say.

“To you, I am kind, but my sword and hands are soaked in enough blood to damn me for an eternity. You would think following the Light would be peaceful, but unlike priests, Paladins are no stranger to war and death. I joined the faith after my family was brought to the sword by Northern Savages. They slaughtered my entire family and fed on their corpses like demons. My parents worked for the Golden High Elf Trading Company on their ships and would travel to and from Chillshore on merchant ships trading. I was with them this time for whatever reason; I can’t remember. We were attacked when we were taking a shipment from Chillshore down to Barefrost by these savages who feed on the flesh of others. I watched as I hid while my parents were slaughtered and fed on. If it weren’t for the priestess Damaris, I’d be dead. She shielded me and men came from Barefrost, driving the savages back.” He takes a moment to take in a deep breath and let it out as he looks out at the window. “I vowed that I would get my revenge on the savages. I trained to become a warrior, but was brought to the Light by the same priestess who saved my soul. Sister Damaris was once again there for me. She’s kind and true to the faith. I wish all who claimed to follow the Light were like her, but sadly the church is full of those who claim to follow the Light but only serve themselves. Anyway, I will one day return to the north and seek justice against the savage cannibals.”

“I am so sorry for your pain and loss. That is truly awful and sad,” I say as I look up at him and bring my hand to cup his face. He leans into my touch, covering my hand with his own. I wish I could wash away his pain. I want to clean him of all that he suffers from. I get up and kiss him. He pulls me into his arms and holds me close, kissing me softly. “I do know of that priestess you mentioned. She used to come down to Tent City to help the people in need.”

He smiles. “That sounds like her.”

We stay just like this, holding each other with kisses. I want nothing more than to remain in his embrace. But unfortunately, our time together comes to an end. “I feel so guilty. I didn’t even give you the pleasure you paid for.”

“You gave me much more than that, my lady. You gave me peace and warmth. Far more valuable than pleasure,” he says with a smile, giving me another kiss.

“Well, maybe if you’re back tomorrow, I can offer you something more. I still have my virginity, and I want to give it to you,” I say, biting my lip.

He looks worried as he raises a single eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“I will never find a better man than you to give it to,” I say.

“Then I would be honored to receive such a gift,” he says with another kiss. “Tomorrow, I will make it special. I promise.”

I smile and bite my lip. “I do not doubt that. You’re already special to me.”

He grins before resting his head against mine. We lay like this for a long time, enjoying each other’s warmth. Then, he gives me one last kiss and a smile. “Until tomorrow then.”

I nod. “Until tomorrow.”

After we part ways, I find myself with Tyma and her friends at the Hookah Lounge, telling her every little detail. “That’s great. I’m glad you got a client. Just don’t get your heart wrapped in him. These men can be quite fickle and often cruel. Usually, it’s always the ones who seem so good and pure that have such cruelty to them.”

“I don’t think he has an ounce of cruelty to him. He’s absolutely perfect,” I say. “I hope he is,” she says with a careful smile.

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The Bound Soul: Chapter 6

Posted on August 29, 2022August 30, 2022 by Arathadmin

I feel sick to my stomach worrying about what I’m about to do tonight. Am I seriously about to let a man use my mouth in order to make some more coin? My father was mad about me stealing. I can’t imagine what he’d think of this…

As I start my shift at the Brothel, still waiting tables and cleaning dirty mugs, I watch each and every man, wondering who’ll be the one that I will have to serve. I hope it’s not the balding fat elf with drooping ears. Nor the disgusting drunk slob that has half of his meal all down his tunic. And then there’s the tall skinny man missing half his teeth. And what of the short, stubby elf with a gimp?

All of them disgust me. I’m going to have to service one of them. Another man comes in under a hood of a cloak. His face is covered in the shadow. He walks up to Madame and they chat for a bit, her nodding before her eyes slide across the room, landing on me. A smile crosses her lips. She says something to the man before he nods and walks upstairs.

Madame glides across the room to me. “Ready to make more coin?”

I nod reluctantly. She smiles. “Don’t be so reluctant. You’ll want him to enjoy it so he asks for you again. Now come. This man is willing to pay well just for a mouth.”

I follow her upstairs and she stops us right outside the door. “All you have to do is savor his cock like a tasty treat. Listen to the sounds he makes. That will let you know how he likes it. And for the sake of King Volodar, do not let your teeth touch his cock. No man likes that.”

I nod, my stomach tightening. Am I seriously about to do this?

She nods towards the door. “Now go inside; show him what heaven is like and you’ll earn a nice bag of coin.”

I nod, take a deep breath, and let it out. I tell myself, it’s just an act. No more, no less. It’s now or never. I steel myself and walk in. The man has his back to me as he looks out the window. He turns to me, taking off his cowl. His face is more than pleasant. He’s got a beard and mustache with long black hair. His eyes shimmer bright blue. He swallows and steps forward. “You… You’re quite beautiful.”

“Thank you, sir,” I say.

He nods, closing the gap between us. His hand gently brushes up against my face. “Such beautiful eyes. You have a lot of mana inside you. What is someone with as much potential as you doing in a place like this?”

“I… I don’t have many choices. I can’t afford a permit nor can I afford tuition in the Academy,” I say.

“Have you ever thought about joining the Church of the Light? You can learn the Divine use of healing. With your potential, you’d be one of the greatest healers we’ve seen,” he says. I shake my head. I do not want to be shackled to them. Or anyone else. “That’s a shame. The church could use someone of your potential. You’d do a lot of good.”

“Are you with the church?” I ask.

He nods. “Yes. Technically, I am not supposed to be here, but a man has needs. I’m a Paladin.”

“Are people of the church not supposed to have sex?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “In our service to the Light, we are prohibited from another’s love. Our heart belongs to our duty.”

I nod. “I understand, but you wish for the pleasure of the flesh?”

“It is my great weakness. I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. I need to feel the love of a woman,” he says.

“Then, let me help you with that,” I say as I reach for his belt buckle. This man is someone I can serve. Even though he’s here, seeking the pleasure of my mouth, he seems to be kind and noble. We all have our flaws and I can understand this. I wouldn’t be able to be a part of a church that forsakes love. My heart is too big.

I slowly sink to my knees as I undo his trousers and let them fall to the floor. Standing before me is an enormous cock, thick and wrapped in veins. I look up into the man’s eyes, his beautiful, luminescent, sapphire eyes. Like two gems shining in the moonlight. I wrap my hand around him and feel the pulse of life inside him. I stroke his massive pillar of a cock and feel him shudder.

I do what feels right, bringing my lips to the head of his dick and kissing it softly. He lets out a sigh of release. Then I lick the bottom of his cock all the way to the tip. It doesn’t taste so bad. Not bad at all. His eyes connect with mine as he bites his lip while my tongue swirls around his tip. He gasps as I take the head in my mouth and close my lips around it.

He moans out as I suck on his dick. This isn’t so bad. Not bad at all. It feels like I have this power over him. To make him feel so good with just my mouth. Slowly, I stroke his shaft as I lick and suck on the tip. “That feels so good.”

His hand runs through my hair, gently stroking it. I take more of his dick inside my mouth and have to stretch my mouth open in order to do so. His cock seems to pulse with life as I lick it. “Oh, for the love of the Light, you are so beautiful. Holy Divine Light, that feels good. Don’t stop.”

I pick up the pace and worship his cock as if it were the holy scepter of his church. He moans and groans, his hand gripping my hair as he rocks his hips back and forth. “I’m so close.”

Does that mean… “Oh, holy Light!”

He holds my head as his cock bursts into my mouth, spewing his seed on my tongue. I quickly swallow it as more sprays into my mouth. Honestly, it isn’t all that bad. It tastes sweeter than I thought it would. He finally releases my head and stumbles back onto the bed. “That was the best I’ve ever had. Come, sit with me.”

I do as he asks and lie down next to him. He wraps his arm around me. “What is your name?”

“Lura, sir,” I say.

He rolls on his side to look at me. “I’d like to see you again, Lura. Will you be here tomorrow night?”

I nod, and that earns a smile. “Well, then I’ll be back tomorrow to see you once again. My name is Orym, by the way.”

“It was nice to meet you, Orym. This was my first time and I’m glad it was with you,” I say.

He smiles. “I’m glad I could be your first. I promise, whenever you’re with me, I will make sure it is pleasant for the both of us.”

“I would very much like that,” I say.

He leans in and kisses me on the lips, making my face burn hot. Then he breaks away and gets up, pulling up his pants and buckling them up. “Well, I have to be off before someone notices where I am. I cannot wait to see you again tomorrow, Lura. You are a sweet girl. I hope maybe one day you change your mind about the church.”

I smile at him. “Maybe you can help convince me.”

He grins. “I just might have to.”

Then he leaves, putting his cowl back over to cover his face. That was far better than I ever expected. I think I am in love, but at the same time, it does not feel as I imagined it. He doesn’t look like the man of my dreams, but he is kind and nice.

A moment later, Madame comes in with a wide smile. “I don’t know what you did, child, but you have really outdone yourself. Especially for your first time. He wants to see you again tomorrow. Here. You’ve earned this.”

She hands me a pouch of coins. The biggest pouch I’ve ever held in my entire life. I look in it and find it is all silver. My eyes go wide as I look up at her and, before I know it, I hug her once more. “Thank you so much!” “Don’t thank me, you earned it,” she says, patting my head.