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I looked down at the audience from the stage of the pleasure house. I stood on a platform that raised me above the two rows of women -- and a few men -- on either side of me, striking seductive poses in skimpy clothing, smiling dazzlingly at the crowd. But I was the centerpiece. The star attraction.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. For one thing, I was pretty drunk on the wine the madam had fed me, and looking around the main room of the Silver Rose, I saw eyes burning with lust and interpreted it as a compliment.
Then the bidding itself started, and I felt the first tremors of worry as hands shot up, voices shouting out increasing numbers of gold coins. The madam -- a woman well over a certain age but painted and corseted like a doll -- egged them on, calling out higher and higher numbers. Most of the bidders dropped out pretty soon after a certain amount, and now I was looking from one to the other of the remaining two, feeling almost nauseated with fear. One was a traveling merchant, covered from head to toe in flashy gold jewelry that clanged whenever he moved. That could have been the only reason for the gaggle of young, scantily clad girls hanging off his fat arms, giggling and flirting. He had a bushy, graying beard with chunks of something that must have been his meal still stuck in it, and I could swear I could smell his breath from where I was standing.
“Good luck.” The girl on my right, in her skimpy, gauzy dress of a belly dancer, giggled. “That one spares no expense. And I hear he likes you to call him daddy in the sack.” She stifled a laugh. I felt the blood drain out of my face. The man shouted out a still higher number and laughed raucously, his beard shaking along with his gut and his bracelets.
The other one was a tall man dressed so simply he wouldn’t have stood out at all if it weren’t for his height and build. He had long black hair he wore tied back, and skin a little too sun-kissed for the dead of winter outside. His eyes, an intense blue I could see even from the back of the room where he was standing, were narrowed, fixed on me.
“That one’s a mercenary,” said the girl next to me. The look on my face must have betrayed my thoughts, because she added, “Yes, handsome, I know. But don’t think he’s the better of two evils.”
My eyes widened, but she refused to say more. I turned back to the bidding with a fearful interest. I could feel the black-haired man’s gaze on me, and suddenly felt very exposed in my corset and garters -- pretty much all I was wearing.
Excerpt under the cut-- Warnings: NSFW, cross-dressing, forced seduction... you get the idea ;)
“A hundred!” yelled the madam shrilly. She waved her arms about as if trying to fly away. “A hundred! I have a hundred!” The merchant jingled his bracelets, his wine-hazy gaze riveted on me, glazed over with lust. I felt it very distinctly as my dick tried to shrivel up and draw itself into my body. My back broke out in a cold sweat. “A hundred -- one! A hundred -- two! A hundred…”
“A hundred and fifty,” said the mercenary’s calm voice, loud enough to carry through the room. A hushed whisper traveled through the crowd. This was more than anyone, including the madam who was quite the businesswoman, had counted on. Even the merchant froze, his jaw slack.
The madam, wasting no time, hurriedly cried out “a hundred fifty” three times, and then, “Sold! To the good sir…”
“Gareth,” he said in the same calm tone.
The Silver Rose erupted in cheers, whistles and raunchy shouts. Gareth stepped forward. Up close he was even more impressive. I could see leather britches hugging powerful legs (and quite a remarkable bulge in them, too), and the shirt collar that was open on a broad, muscular chest. Yet his mouth was full-lipped, luscious and sensual. Gareth walked up to the stage and hopped on it without visible effort. I willed myself to stand still as he approached me. He took hold of my chin, tilted my head this way and that, shamelessly looking me up and down.
“The real thing, huh. A half-Elf.”
The madam nodded, the very picture of subservience. “Yes, sir. You can see fer yourself, his ears…”
“I can see his ears,” he said matter-of-factly. “And I will be more than happy to give a hundred and fifty coins for this one. But on one condition.” The madam frowned. “I know the deal with Elves. And with half-Elves it is quite similar. This one’s virginity -- if it really is so, of course,” he shot the madam a sly look, “is worth well over the paltry little sum I’ll be paying for it. And if it’s a fraud, I will know. You should be advised of that before you accept the money, milady.”
I could immediately see the nervous look on her painted face. She, as I knew, might well have thought I was a virgin, but she didn’t have any idea in reality. For all she knew, I’d given it away to some servant boy years ago. And I could also see that she had no idea what Gareth was talking about.
She tried to laugh, sounding a little shaky. She had two options; admit that she was clueless and thus lose the whole auction, including the merchant who was observing everything from under his bushy eyebrows, or risk it on the stranger. She chose the second option. “He is all yours! And as pure as the driven snow.”
Gareth smiled, with only one corner of his lips.
* * *
We were in the best room in the house -- the one with the enormous bed and the mirrored walls. The second Gareth closed the door behind us, he threw me on the bed as easily as if I were a kitten. I backed away until my shoulders hit the headboard and glared at him.
“So,” he said. “Jade.” I nodded curtly. “Well, now’s your chance to come clean. Are you?”
I resisted the urge to curl up into a ball. The truth was, I’d had my share of exploration, sucked more than a few dicks, and been on the receiving end of that a couple of times. But so far, no one had gone further than that. Stuttering, I told him so.
“Hmm.” He eyed me with renewed curiosity. “What about this?” He nodded at my attire.
“What about it… sir?”
He rolled his eyes. “Drop the sir. I mean, was it your idea? To dress up as a girl?” I nodded. “Why?”
At that point I sincerely wished he’d just get on with it already, fuck me and get it over with. “I… I like it.” I looked away.
“Very well.” I didn’t need to look up to know by the sound that he was undoing his pants. “Let’s see what you have. Come here.”
I obediently crawled to the edge of the bed. Without taking off any of his clothes, Gareth took out his cock, fully hard. The size of it made me blanch. I could not imagine that… thing… inside me. And yet a sweet ache started in my lower belly. I lay back on the edge of the bed, legs spread, and shut my eyes.
Gareth chuckled. “No, not just yet. Your mouth first.”
Unspeakably relieved, I got back up on all fours. Gareth placed his hand on the back of my head and nudged me forward. The sight of that enormous cock made me nervous for a second, but I stuck out my tongue and ran it along the underside of his cockhead. He tasted clean, with a hint of musk. It can’t be that different from the kitchen boy, I thought as I tentatively wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock.
And then, out of nowhere, Gareth pushed me forward. My jaws were forced open, and he plunged his cock all the way down my throat. I nearly choked in surprise, but Gareth thrust in and out, fucking my mouth with quiet groans of pleasure. His flat, muscular belly flexed right in front of my face, his scent filled my nostrils… my stomach muscles tightened, but I continued swallowing his cock, and it was hard not to get turned on. Hoping he wouldn’t notice, I slipped my hand between my legs and started rubbing my quickly hardening cock.
He pulled out of my mouth as abruptly as he started. “Enough.” I glared at him, almost disappointed. I was still stroking myself even though my hard-on was subsiding. “Do you know why I decided to spend a hundred and fifty coins on you, Jade?”
I shook my head. “You like boys in dresses so you can pretend you’re fucking a girl?” I ventured in a sudden rush of bravery. I tensed, expecting him to strike me or something. But he only laughed.
“I go both ways. And anyhow. If you’re at least partially an Elf, and a virgin… do you know what that even means?” I didn’t answer. My heart was starting to beat too fast. “There is… something… that happens between an Elf and his first. His Uenni, as they call it. You don’t even know?” he asked again, eyebrows raised.
“My father didn’t stick around to teach me,” I said grimly.
“Hmm. That explains it.”
“That you didn’t put up more of a fight than that.” A chill ran down my spine. “The first lover of an Elf is forever marked as his Uenni. Their sex will always be intensely pleasurable for both parties… and something happens, an energy is passed from the Elf to his Uenni. It varies, but it can be anything from a lengthened lifespan to increased strength to even certain uncanny abilities.”
I stared at him, trying not to panic. Gareth reached forward, and I recoiled. “Don’t touch me,” I snarled.
“See, I could have just not told you until afterward.” Gareth chuckled. “After you’ve played a nice obedient whore for me all night. But I didn’t.”
“Am I supposed to be grateful?”
“Not necessarily. For all you know, maybe I just like a little resistance.”
I leaped off the bed and charged at him. At that moment I wasn’t thinking clearly -- wasn’t thinking much at all. He immobilized me in a heartbeat, in spite of all my kicking and biting. He carried me over to the bed. Holding me down with one arm -- thick and rippling with rock-hard muscle -- he reached to his belt. I heard the clink of a chain, and the next thing I knew my wrist was chained to the bedpost. I snarled at him, hissing like a cat, but with unexpected agility and grace he took hold of my other wrist and fastened it to the opposite bedpost. I kicked out at him but missed.
“I suggest you don’t put up too much of a fight,” he said. He reached to the nightstand and picked up one of the house’s blends of oils.
“Bastard.” I gasped when he positioned himself between my legs. His britches were already on the floor, and the shirt followed. He opened the stopper of the small bottle and oiled up his hands and cock, taking his time. “Son of a bitch,” I snarled. “You…” He gripped my cock and stroked. I choked mid-sentence, and felt a scorching heat in my lower belly as my cock got hard under his touch.
He grinned and continued working me as his other hand slipped between my ass cheeks. He pushed a finger into my asshole, and I howled from the sudden sensation, trying to buck against him, which was pointless.
“Calm,” he murmured, rubbing my cock. The finger inside me felt weird and alien, rough. He curled it and hit a spot that made my breath catch in my throat. My whole body quivered and I could feel the damp of pre-come on the tip of my cock. Gareth laughed softly, and a second finger joined the first. I whimpered, in shame as well as pleasure, and when Gareth pulled out his fingers a rush of arousal ran through me.
I opened my eyes only to see him rubbing his cock. He pulled me closer, and I felt the pressure of his cockhead on my asshole. I tried to inch away, but he held me in place with his iron grip. My body tightened against him.
“You’re only going to make it painful for yourself,” he said. He started to stroke my cock with his free hand again. “Relax.”
Gareth shrugged. “As you wish.” He pushed inside me, slow but firm. I tried to pull away, but he pulled me down onto his cock until he was all the way in. “Told you to relax,” he growled in my ear. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
I drew in a deep breath and tried to do as he said. His cock was enormous, stretching my tender flesh to the limit. Then, slowly, he began to pull out, and I almost heaved a sigh of relief before he slammed back in.
Warmth built inside me until it crowded out the pain. Gareth began to thrust, picking up his pace, and I realized I was thrusting back at him. Every time his cock slammed into me he hit something that made my vision go white with pleasure. I started to moan in rhythm with his thrusts, pulling my knees up to my shoulders to get him to thrust deeper. The warmth grew, all-encompassing, unbearable. My face was flushed, my chest beaded with sweat.
“Gareth… Gareth…” I panted. He answered with a grunt and thrust harder, driving me to the edge… The orgasm exploded inside me, making me scream and shudder and thrash on the sweat-damp sheets. I heard a low growl and Gareth pushed his cock inside me to the hilt. His muscles flexed, his cock twitched inside me, and something liquid and hot filled my ass. I opened my eyes only to see my cock still spurting jets of come all over my belly. “Gareth,” I moaned. “Uenni…”
It wasn’t until later, when I’d taken a cold bath and calmed down, that the reality of what he’d taken from me set in.