Kaia woke up from her slumber. It was about evening. Her body felt weird. Sluggish.
She looked around. It took her a second to come up with her bearings and remember this place. It wasn't her Empress Chambers. It was the small cheap room in the tavern that was meant for courtesans. She had come back in time, to her 19-year-old self, just like the Eldritch One has promised in their deal.
Wait a second. She was in 19-year-old body. Slow, sluggish, underdeveloped body. She appraised herself. About 1,67 centimeters of height. Long black hair. Hmm, uncomfortable in a journey. Welp, at least she had her perfect white skin back.
"Kaia! You have a client."
Kaia had remembered that voice. The voice of Tonno. He was a small but sharp man that owned the tavern. Tavern where she was currently working as a harlot. Not the most romantic profession, but at the time she needed money and this one seemed to provide most income for least effort.
She weighted her options. Last life her adventures started when the city of Anoppa that she was in right now got invaded by dark elves and she became a slave. Most of what followed in the next decade or so, including her becoming the most skilled pleasure slave, spy, diplomat and warlord in the continent was just the result of her efforts to survive. If she was correct, she had about a week to flee Anoppa this time. Trying to save the city was pointless, nobody would believe the words of a harlot initially and convincing them would take too much time and create too much risk.
Well, for now she was content just to work her shift in the tavern. She took the stairs and then saw her client.
Her client as it turns out was an orc, as she appraised two meters and two centimeters and 112 kilos worth of hungry flesh. She started to study him, an instinct she picked up in her previous life. He had a wound on his left leg. It was hidden under the leather pants, quite healed with only a scar to remind of itself but she noticed almost imperceptible imbalance in his stance. Proficient with an axe. Body language tells that he is proud and honest. Gaze says that he likes human women, quite likely a fetish of his. A simple guy, but not a stupid one. Was likely a trader in their nomadic clan. Based on the weight of his pack she figured he had about 200 gold coins to spare.
"I will take two. One human woman is usually not capable of satisfying my urges without being hurt. Especially after the long road"
She now remembered that she and Leela did indeed put quite an effort to satisfy him in their previous life and were a mess the next day. He paid handsomely though -- one gold coin, and she needed money. She was not the same Kaia though, and although her body still needed work, she had quite her fair share of mind tricks and skills. She decided to take the challenge.
"I am yet to meet a male of any kind that could match me in bed. Of any race and occupation."
He was surprised. She kept observing his body language. He liked assertive women she figured. Women that could handle him. No, that could challenge him. He liked them agile and flexible. For him sex was not only game of pleasure, but it was also game of power and skill. She accommodated his fantasies. Her pose and body language had shifted to make her look like an amazon, to accentuate flexibility. It worked.
"You seem confident."-he said- "I will give you a try. Have a good feeling about it."
Kaia took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled pink smoke giving her a taste of blood for a few seconds. This body needed some tricks to become capable of pulling off what she was about to do. Nobody noticed what she did, but she had put her body into overdrive, taking semi manual control of the hormones and strengthening specific muscles and tendons beyond their natural capabilities. This would put some damage on her organs, but she also knew how to recover from such damage in relatively short time. Right now, she needed money and to get fair money she needed her cute and generous orcling to be screaming from pleasure.
Next, she decided to live up to the mask that she donned on herself. She needed to be a predator in this relationship. She walked up to him and took him hand.
"Business later my little cutie. First allow me to welcome you."
She made an eye contact with him. Short enough to show hunger and adoration, to put his mind off balance. Long enough to show that he is in trouble, to show that for her he is just a cute little orcling. She caught the moment when his pulse started racing, and then she yanked him into her embrace and started making out with him.
Her kiss was ravenous, her grip gentle but quite unbreakable. She noted the moment when his breath had left him. She noted when his blood pressure raised too high to be healthy. She noted how his bulge stood up in his leather pants too hard to be comfortable for him. And she noted thousand little tells in his body language that told her what he enjoyed. She tailored her tongue work and how her body contact to those signs. She made him feel the steel behind her artificially strengthened muscles while also accentuating the softness of her breasts and lips. She pinned him to the counter while also caressing his bald head. She made a dozen smaller signs that told him that if he would follow her to her bed, she would gently ravish him until he can take it no more. She stopped when she felt the short ripple on her tummy that told him that he went over the edge and blown his load.
