Author note:
What to expect from this story? Well, I can tell you that you shouldn't expect a very elaborate plot or realistic scenes with great character development, after all this is a porn story. It was created with the intention of making the blood go to the bottom head, not the upper one. That said, I hope you enjoy it.
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Rowan, a 26-year-old man with short black hair and deep brown eyes, strolled through the expansive fields as the afternoon sun slowly descended in the sky. As he approached the nearby city, he couldn't help but notice the diligent workers laboring in the fields.
The distant outlines of the city came into view, and it was clear that it wasn't a bustling metropolis; perhaps it boasted fewer than ten thousand inhabitants.
Continuing his journey, Rowan reached the city's entrance. A prominent signboard proudly displayed the town's name, Fayford. The absence of defensive walls didn't surprise him, considering the city's proximity to a fortress.
It was a simple, unassuming place, just as he had anticipated. The houses lining the streets were modest, constructed from local materials, and the unpaved roads were made of clay.
Rowan had a purpose in Fayford, to fulfill a bet he lost. His task was straightforward: build an inn in this small town and turn it into a renowned establishment. However, given his penchant for laziness, he wanted extra hands to help him achieve this feat.
Now that he had arrived in the city, he decided it was time to seek out a slave market. Money could buy almost anything in this world, and Rowan intended to use his money to make it easier. He approached the first person he encountered, a middle-aged man with fiery red hair.
Clearing his throat, Rowan inquired, "Hey, can you direct me to the slave market?"
The man sized up Rowan before responding, "There's no slave market in Fayford, but a group of traveling merchants arrived not long ago, and they had some slave traders among them."
Rowan nodded, appreciating the information. "Could you point me in the right direction?"
The red-haired man pointed in the direction of a nearby open space which had some stalls. "Head that way," he said, "After the stalls you'll see the slave merchants' tents."
Thanking the man with a nod, Rowan set off toward the bustling market square. As he wove through the lively crowd, the air was filled with the aroma of freshly cooked foods. The merchants peddled their wares, hawking fruits and various goods to the town's residents.
The tents were a bit farther away from the main thoroughfare, as if secluded from the prying eyes of the townsfolk. Without further hesitation, Rowan entered the nearest tent.
The dim light of the tent revealed a spacious but shadowy interior, and Rowan's entrance didn't go unnoticed. A paunchy man with a prodigious beard, who looked to be in charge, approached him with a welcoming smile.
"Welcome, my friend," the paunchy man greeted Rowan, gesturing for him to step further inside. "You've found your way to our tent of lovely companions."
"Sex slave tent?" Rowan raised an eyebrow.
"We're known that way too," he laughed. "We have a selection that's sure to please any discerning taste.
"Well, this isn't exactly what I was looking for, but maybe you have what I need." Rowan hadn't anticipated it but as long as it had what he needed, everything would be fine. "I'm in need of someone who can cook."
"Cook, you say?" he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Well, we do have a few who possess culinary skills among our...assets."
While Rowan was indeed a capable cook, he had no desire to take on that responsibility himself. Managing an inn was uncharted territory for him, but he had to do the first step. Next, he had plans to seek out the town's mayor to purchase a suitable location for his inn.
"Show me what you have," Rowan requested.
"Ok," he said. "Please wait here for a moment, and I'll fetch a few girls for you."
With that, the merchant retreated toward the back of the tent, leaving Rowan waiting. He didn't have to wait long, though, as the merchant soon reappeared, accompanied by three women.
There was a human woman, an enchanting figure with an air of elegance; a dogkin woman, with dog ears and a tail that gently swayed; and a cowkin woman, whose presence was accentuated by her horns, cow-like ears, and a long tail.
The merchant started to present them, "Here, my friend, we have those who excel both in the kitchen and in the bedroom."
Their attire, or lack thereof, clearly showed the merchant's occupation as a seller of sex slaves. They were clad in sheer negligees that left little to the imagination. Their private parts, pussy and nipples, were tantalizingly exposed while not being clearly visible. It was just a blurry sight.
Rowan couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. He watched attentively as the merchant introduced the women.
"This is Elysia," he began, gesturing toward the tall, slender human with long black hair and green eyes. The curves of her body were captivating, and although her breasts and hips didn't have shapely curves, they had a good shape and an undeniable charm.
A suggestive grin tugged at the corner of the merchant's lips as he added, "She's as skilled in the kitchen as she is, well, in other areas. She'll whip up more than just a good meal for you."
"This here is Morganna," the merchant chuckled as he pointed at the dogkin woman.
Her brown hair was neatly tied back, allowing it to gracefully fall over her shoulder. Her brown eyes held a gentle charm that was hard to overlook. But beneath that gentle facade, her body was tremendously sexy. Despite her average-sized breasts, her curvaceous hips and a shapely ass left a lasting impression. She seemed to be the eldest of the trio and was probably over 30.
The merchant couldn't resist a sly wink as he said, "She is a dogkin with a bark as enticing as her bite, if you catch my drift."
"And last but not least, Seraphina," the merchant grinned at the cowkin. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back, and her amber eyes were captivating. However, her most distinctive feature was her ample breasts, a characteristic of her race.
Once again, the merchant couldn't resist making another joke, "She's got quite the knack for handling, uh, things in the kitchen. You'll never run out of milk with her around."
As the merchant presented the three women, Rowan couldn't help but assess his options carefully. His initial goal had been to find a skilled cook, but given the circumstances, he found himself drawn to the sexy dogkin woman, Morganna. Her graceful appearance and curvaceous figure, especially that enticing rounded ass, had captured his attention.
