Jaina was on her back, legs spread wide and feet high in the air as the grillick pounded her body. They were a froglike race that resembled a five-foot-tall frog in every way, including having a massive mouth and extendable tongue that could do amazing things. Jaina nearly professed her love for him when he used that tongue to reach deep into her body, giving her the oral experience of her life. Now she lay at the edge of the bed as he stood on the floor, holding her legs and fucking her firmly.
He was her final partner for the night, the other five long since gone. All of them had been eager to have her flesh and had triggered a chain of orgasms. Jaina squeezed her breasts as she writhed to think about the delicious joy of having orgasms. She needed them now, growing unsettled if she went too long without one. She didn't care who gave them to her either; so long as they had something hard to shove inside her body, she would spread her legs.
Of course, she would prefer her master was the one driving her wild, but he was busy fucking one of the barmaids. By the sound of her screams, it was Chandice, a lovely human girl with a fondness for beastmen. It seemed odd that she craved beastmen, but if they all fucked like Roric did, Jaina could understand why.
Jaina arched her back, squeezing her breasts firmly as the fifth orgasm rocked her body.
"Yes!" she cried and twisted as her addiction was fed. "More! Please don't stop. I need more!"
"Didn't you have enough of those on stage?" the frogman asked with a funny voice.
Jaina wasn't sure there was such a thing as enough and thought back to her dance. Since her performances were drawing such large crowds, the innkeeper insisted on some organization. He met with Roric, and a publicly posted system was implemented. Now people knew exactly how much coin they needed to throw to strip Jaina naked. Then they could throw more to get her to masturbate, moaning loudly with every orgasm. Those clear rules did wonders, and the coins came fast. The crowd had been so hungry they paid for her to masturbate seven times until she was dancing in a puddle of her own passion.
Roric was also concerned that having Jaina try to count coins while she danced was too slow. So a barmaid named Gisley was assigned to count the coins for her. It was her job to collect them, and Gisley would strip Jaina of the next article of clothing when the proper amount was reached.
Roric also made it publicly known that Jaina was a prostitute, and she had no fixed rate. Instead, he would collect offers during the day, and she would go to the six highest bidders at night. This tripled the number of offers forcing Roric to put a box in the common room to collect them.
He also changed the process so that offers were collected during the dance instead of after. Jaina was allowed a break after the dance and sent to a private room to wait. Roric then sorted the offers, picking out the highest offers and sending the men to her room the same night. This allowed the men to have her while they were still aroused from her dance and hungry to work off that tension.
By all possible measurements, this plan was genius, and the coins rolled in. Jaina had over a hundred gold in a chest by the bed, and what had been thrown was nearly twice that. At this rate, Roric would soon be the wealthiest player in town, if not the whole region.
The Grillick let out a croaking moan and pulled her legs tight as he thrust into her pussy. She moaned and cried with every thrust, her body alive with pleasure. She had another orgasm, its power and intensity greater than the one before, as she pleaded with him to keep going. Sexual escalation made this process intense and drove Jaina to wish she could fuck all night.
Jaina's voice went high in unison with a croaking groan as his orgasm triggered hers. She spasmed and writhed as a mindnumbing storm shook her to the core and his seed began to fill her void. To her shock, it just kept coming, spilling out as he pulled away. A stream of it went up her chest, reaching her chin, and he pulsed three more times, coating her in his sticky gift. Jaina wanted more, but he was done, so she twisted and moaned, her hands spreading his cum across her body. She wanted to be coated in it and hated the idea that no more men were waiting. She also wanted another orgasm, and in her need, she reached low, smearing her fingers through his cum to masturbate as he watched.
"You are really that horny?" he asked as she kept her legs spread wide, her feet shaking as she rubbed with feral intensity.
"I need it!"Jaina cried as another orgasm pulsed through her body, setting her soul on fire. She rolled over in a panting mess as he dressed and deposited his gold in the chest. Jaina lay in a sticky mess as her orgasm faded, wishing there was just one more man to feed her addiction.
"This collar is going to kill me," she panted and ran her fingers across the leather. "It makes it too easy to orgasm." With that thought in mind, she plunged her fingers back into her body and began to rub again.
"No!" she cried and yanked her hands away. "I don't have Rorics permission." It was a very clear instruction, and Jaina had already broken it. She was only allowed to orgasm if it was paid for, either during the dance or in bed. Outside of that, she wasn't to touch herself or do anything to bring about an orgasm. She beat the bed in shame as she realized she already had one without permission and would have to tell him. Her moment of shame was interrupted by a knock at the door, and Jaina looked over to ask who it was.
"It's me," came the familiar voice of Gisley, the barmaid. "There is another man who wanted to know if you were still working."
Jaina wanted to scream yes, eager to have another partner, but she wouldn't unless Roric ordered her to. It was all part of being his slave, and Jaina relished that only he could choose who she slept with.
"Sorry, Gisley," Jaina said remorsefully. "I would have to ask Roric first, and he's in bed with Chandice."
"I understand," Gisley said from the other side of the door and then went silent. A moment later, she spoke in a nervous tone.
"Jaina, do you enjoy what you're doing?"
That seemed like a funny question, especially coming from Gisley, and it perked Jaina's interest. She sat up, covered in semen, to consider how best to reply.
"Gisley, if you're not going to be shocked by how I look after six men, come in, and we can talk," Jaina answered.
Slowly the door opened and the soft purple skin of Gisley's beautiful face poked around the door. She had long lavender hair and the most wonderful big eyes. They changed color based on her mood and sparkled when she was excited. On her head were two small fleshy antennae that ended in a little spiral bundle that would unroll when she was shocked. The woman was a moonlight fairy and could produce a set of purple and blue butterfly wings when she wanted.
The rest of her body was tall, thin, and beautifully curvy in all the right ways. She was gorgeous to look at but rather timid around men, and she was terrified to be appointed Jaina's assistant. Jaina still laughed, thinking about how the poor girl nearly fainted at the idea of being on stage. Then she had to strip Jaina's clothing off before a roaring audience as her cheeks blushed dark purple. Now the poor girl had another shock as she took in Jaina's cum soaked body and quickly looked away.
"Is something the matter?" Jaina asked with a coy smile.
"Do you need time to clean up?" Gisley asked without looking back. "I can come back later."
"I am done for the night," Jaina replied.
"But, you're covered in stuff," Gisley stammered.
"It's cum, Gisley," Jaina said without a hint of shame. "Turn around and look at me."
Gisley trembled as she turned to look, the sight of it glistening across Jaina's skin causing her antenna to uncurl.
"You're a girl," Jaina said. "Why does seeing this bother you?"
"I don't know," Gisley replied as she twisted nervously. "I guess I don't have a lot of experience with men."
"Neither did I until I got here," Jaina admitted. "To be honest, I have only slept with nine men in my whole life, and six of them were tonight. I guess I have tripled my score."
"And you enjoy this?" Gisley asked with her eyes sparkling in excitement.
"Why are you excited to know the answer?" Jaina asked with a wry smile. "Is my shy little Gisley having ideas of her own?"
"What?" No!" Gisley protested. "I just, well, I didn't think you could be happy being a prostitute."
"It's not something every woman can do, but why couldn't you be happy?" Jaina asked as she wondered how innocent poor Gisley was.
"It's just, I didn't think you could," Gisley said as she tried to look away. "But you make it look fun."
"It is fun, but only because Roric makes it so," Jaina pointed out. She then explained how she wouldn't be able to do this if not for Roric. She wanted to be his slave badly and was eager to prove it. She promised him she would do anything he asked of her, and he demanded she be a prostitute. Jaina admitted how nervous she was and how the fear and anxiety gnawed at her heart. She tried to make Gisley understand how that mixture of emotions was intoxicating and being told to do something so counter to her being only made it worse.
"So what you really want is to be his slave," Gisley said.
"I am his slave," Jaina corrected. "And by obeying him, I make him happy. I know this is hard to understand, but submitting to the right master can be a magical experience. He has to push your boundaries, or you will never feel like he truly owns you. I am still a little nervous about it, but once the sex begins, it's hard to keep worrying."
