Jaina entered the room, trembling with arousal and anticipation as Roric shut the door. Masturbating during the dance had driven her wild, and she needed the release of sex. She turned to Roric, begging him to take her, only to find out he planned to give her to another.
The shock of those words sent her trembling to levels that nearly made her faint. She pleaded with him to say who, but he refused to tell her anymore. Instead, he made her stand quietly with a firestorm of thoughts racing through her head while he collected his money from the minstrels. It had been a good haul, and Roric had seventy more gold thanks to Jaina's little display. She tried to ask him again, but he refused to say anything until they were back in the room. Even here, he remained silent until she was seated on the bed, then he went to the pile of letters from earlier and picked them up.
"It would appear you have some fans," he said and waved the stack in her face. "Some of these were just love letters, but quite a few of them were addressed to me."
"Why would they be addressed to you?" Jaina asked as she was clueless as to where this was going.
"Because they were offers for access to your body," he replied and pulled one out at random. "Ten gold on this one," he said and tossed it aside. "Fourteen from this one," he added and tossed it before picking up the top sheet and holding it before her face. "And this one was most interesting."
"Forty gold!" Jaina cried and read the offer to have her body for just one night. It was nearly as much money as she made dancing and it opened up a world of possibility. "With this kind of money coming in, you could buy gear, land, resources, even levels." She looked up at him with a lost expression. "You can't afford to pass this up. It could speed us to our dream in a tenth of the time we expected."
Roric snatched the paper away and looked it over before setting it down. He then knelt before Jaina and put his hands on her knees.
"Look me in the eye and tell me you want to serve me in every way possible," he said.
Jaina was once again swimming in the sensation of arousal and fear. They were talking about her having sex with strange men for money, and her answer now might determine where she spent the night. She twisted her hands nervously as he waited for an answer when another idea came to mind. She would serve him with all her heart, giving him anything he wanted, but why should he be alone if she was with another?
"I want to serve you in every way," she said softly and then reached to touch his face. "Please don't let this money go."
Jaina wondered if her heart ever stopped racing now that she was a part of this world. Even now, it beat like a drum as Roric nodded and told her to go and get his money. The command had been given, and she, as his obedient slave, would have to obey. But there was still one more thing she wanted to do to prove just how much she loved him.
"Promise me you won't sleep alone if you don't have to," she said.
"What are you telling me?" he asked with a raised brow.
"I am going to bring you forty gold. Surely you can find a girl for ten or a little more," Jaina said. "Go find one and bring her to your bed. I want to hear all about how you made her scream in the morning."
"You want me to make love to another woman?" he asked.
"No," Jaina corrected with a smile. "I want you to fuck another woman. I want you to fuck her like you do me and make her so tired she sleeps through the night."
"I do tend to take you pretty hard," he admitted.
"And you should," Jaina replied as her arousal took her to places she had never dreamed. "I am your sex slave. You should fuck me when and how you want. I don't care if it's always rough and forceful from behind. So long as you're happy."
"You really mean that?" he asked.
"Roric, I mean all of it," Jaina said as she twisted in need. "I want you to fuck all the woman your heart desires. I want you to always be rough with me and fuck me hard. I want you to use my body to make money so you can have everything you want. Now promise me you will do all these things."
Alright," Roric said and held the sides of her head firmly. "I make you a promise that we will never have gentle sex. It's always going to be like it was today in the field. I will bend you over, bury my knot inside and fuck you as hard as I can. Now, go and earn me my money. And do a good job so word will spread about how good you are.
Jaina trembled as she got up and nodded to her master that she would obey. He then took up the letter, showed her the room on the floor below, and told her to get going. She stepped into the hall naked except for her collar and cuffs, then staggered in nervous tension to the stairs. She couldn't believe she just begged him to be like that, using her for rough sex and profit while he slept with other women. Something about this state of perpetual arousal was driving her crazy, and she prayed it would never go away.
She passed two men in the hall who smiled to see her body, and she waved at them nervously before heading down the stairs. It took only a moment to find the door, and she had to steady herself for a moment. The letter was only an offer for her body. It said nothing about who the man was. In a world with hundreds of races, practically anything could be beyond that door. There were insect-like races, who appeared like ants, or more akin to praying mantises. There were a dozen races based on lions and other great cats. There were reptilian and serpent races with scales for skin. There were even some who looked like goats or sheep, or even lama's. Her body belonged to whatever opened that door, and not knowing was making her wet. With a trembling hand, she knocked and waited to see what fate had in store for her.
For a moment, she thought maybe he was out, but then the door cracked open and purple eyes stared out. There wasn't a single light in the room, and even the window had been covered. All she had was the light from the hall to see a tall, muscular elf. His skin was black as midnight, with silver hair woven into a braid. He wore only pants revealing a well-defined muscular chest. Jaina recognized him as a dark elf and nervously tried to smile.
"Why have you come?" he asked in a dark and cruel voice.
Jaina steadied herself and informed him that her master had accepted his offer, and she was his for the night. A smile spread slowly across his face before he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the room. He informed her that he wanted her to change form to her natural appearance so he could fuck the real her.
She did as she was told, allowing the red-haired elven woman to go. Something about taking her actual form sent shivers down her spine as his hands came to her hips and took firm hold. He felt along her body, testing her breasts with a squeeze, then surprisingly, he gently guided her to the bed.
"I want you to give yourself to me," he said as he unlaced his pants. "I want it to be slow and sensual, like your dance." They fell to the floor, and he climbed into the bed, laying on his back with his cock hard and straight in the air. Jaina realized what he wanted, and slowly she climbed over him until her body was in place. Then she reached down and wrapped her hand around him to guide it into her wet hole. Slowly she lowered herself down and eased him into position. She had to bounce and work her hips to get him in, but eventually, she sat firmly on his waist.
He put up his hands and blended his fingers with hers as she started a slow rhythmic bounce on his cock. It sent waves of excitement crashing through her being as she tried to come to terms that she was riding a stranger. With a mind lost to arousal leftover from the dance, she leaned into his hands for support and rode with hungry passion. All that mattered was the sensation between her legs, and she was determined it would never stop.
Jaina fell into the sex, rolling and rocking on this stranger as if she were dancing to a song. She moaned with every twitch of her hips, her breath quick and shallow. He held her hands firmly, giving her something to lean against as her legs worked to carry her up, only to fall again. So on the dance went as her body writhed for his personal pleasure, the constant rolling driving him deep inside.
The slow pace felt strange to Jaina as she was accustomed to Roric's brutal breedings. She smiled with every delicate thrust, rolling her hips and stomach to full effect. She realized that this was what slow passionate sex was like, and she was having it with a stranger. Knowing Roric would be paid for this sent goosebumps across her skin and stoked the flames of passion.
Inside, a sensation began to grow as her eager body responded to his intrusion. Every thrust of her hips fed the fire until, at last, she could no longer hold on. Her hands tightened over his as her legs shook, and she cried out in sweet release. Her orgasm throbbed as she contained to ride, never letting up the pace.
"That's it, make love to me," he whispered.
Something about that phrase struck a chord as Jaina tried to reason it out. She came here to fuck and make her master some money, but this man wanted love. Roric's last words came to mind as he told her to do a good job so word would spread. Jaina was determined not to let him down, so if this stranger wanted love, that's what he would get.
She released his hands and fell over his chest, her breast crushed between them. She moaned and writhed as her body rolled in waves up and down his firm cock. He put a hand on her back as she continued to work, slowly driving him through her body. Her face hovered beside his as she struggled to breathe, her body alive with passion and desire. He tried to speak, but she put fingers to his lips and shushed him sensually.
"Just make love to me," Jaina whispered in his ear before moving to his lips to share a kiss. They locked lips passionately as his hands curled around her rear, squeezing gently as she continued to ride her lover.
She had no idea how much time passed, but during it all, she never let up, riding him with a hunger to be satisfied again. When her next orgasm came, Jaina realized that this was what she wanted, to have sex night and day. She began to think of Alexandria's offer and being in the brothel to use her body to pleasure endless lines of men. Something about that image didn't quite work, and she realized what it was almost instantly. It wasn't the sex itself that was so important; it was that she was doing it to obey Roric. She needed him to choose her lovers, selling her body for gold. Without him, the thrill would be gone, and her actions would feel hollow.
Realizing the truth of her needs drove her to new levels of passion. She loved Roric and needed to be his slave as badly as the plants needed the rain. She needed him to own her mind, body, and soul, and knowing she was here because of him made the task a joy. She lavished this man with all the love her body could give until, at last, his hands curled about her waist. He started to groan as her body rocked across his chest, keeping the slow constant stroke going.
