"This is Freywind Hamlet, our home. I'll bring you to see the others, Fatimah," I said. Fatimah obediently nodded.
We convened a meeting in the dining room. It was lunch as well. "Greetings. I am Fatimah," she said to everyone in a sweet, melodic voice. "I hope we can get along."
"Monica," Monica said, smiling. "Nice to meet you."
"Ariel," the elf continued while still eating (or drinking? truly a debate for great scholars) her soup.
"I'm Ursa," the orc continued. "Welcome to the household." Both Ursa and Ariel were clearly somewhat suspicious.
After the lunch, I toured Fatimah around the Freywind Hamlet. "This is the main building," I said. "I'll take you to your bedroom."
I gave Fatimah the key to her bedroom. "It's yours now. Take care of it well," I said.
"Thank you, Master. You're too generous. So all your slaves have a bedroom here, Master?" I nodded.
There was a lingering sense of dishonesty behind her words. Something just felt wrong. "Next, here's our storage room. Food, supplies, weapons, gold, and other things."
What I did not say was that there was a secret trapdoor that led to a hidden treasury.
"This is our orgy room."
"Orgy room?" Fatimah mused.
"Yes. The purpose of this room is obvious."
"Here's the office. Well, Monica works here, sorting out finances and things like that. You don't have any business to be here. Neither do I, frankly."
"And then, there's my pavilion tent. I expect you to pay me a visit after dinner." The implications of my words were obvious.
"Certainly, Master."
"Do you have any questions or requests?"
"May I know my tasks, Master?"
"Hmm. I'm sure you'll make a wonderful entertainer, Fatimah. And you can help Monica with household chores."
"Understood, Master. If I may?"
"Yes?"
"May I request parchments? I am a singer as well and I like to write my own songs."
"Sure. Ask Monica for it. Anything else? If not, you can rest in your bedroom."
"Thank you, Master."
Fatimah went to her bedroom. Monica, Ariel, and Ursa were still in the dining room. It was time for lunch, round two: wild speculation.
"I find Fatimah very suspicious," Monica opined. "In the first place, Ronald is primarily a silk merchant. Why would he give you a slave? It doesn't make sense."
"Silk can't spy on people. Slaves-or spies disguised as slaves-can," Ariel said.
"I agree there seems to be something going on, but what could be the motive?" Ursa asked.
"Yes, I doubt she's here to steal. Ronald is far richer than us," I said.
"Wrong, Master," Ariel said. "You do have one extremely valuable possession. A fully docile, completely subservient orc female."
Ursa....
"So you're thinking she's here to kidnap me somehow," Ursa said.
"Kidnap you and then sell you," Ariel added. "Not single-handedly, of course. Looking at her, she could die if you sneeze on her too strongly."
"All of this is just baseless theories for now," I said, ending the talk. "Put her under watch but remain friendly. Monica, assign her household chores-also, she asked for some parchment."
"I'm on it, Master."
After dinner, Fatimah headed my summons. The enchanting beauty was wearing little clothing. "Shall I dance, Master?"
"Sure."
She presented an alluring dance, making full use of her flexible body. At times she was a graceful dancer, each move a calculated and beautiful art, while at times she twerked lustfully like a back-alley whore. I didn't even realize her opening my trousers. "Go ahead, Fatimah," I said. "Show me what you can do."
Fatimah lowered herself carefully, her moist pussy hovering just above my erect cock. She moaned when my cock finally entered her cunt. It wasn't the tightest, but her skill more than made up for it. I gripped her ass and shoved my cock from below.
"You really are quite experienced, aren't you?" I asked as we engaged in this lustful dance.
"Indeed, Master," she said calmly. Compared to Monica, Ariel, and Ursa's expressiveness and dirty talk, Fatimah was rather cold. Aside from small moans, it felt like sex between a prostitute and a client.
Fatimah ejaculated first, her body spasming lightly. "How do you want to finish, Master?" she asked, correctly guessing that I was near my own.
"Finish me with your hand and swallow it," I commanded. Obediently, Fatimah got off me. She stroked my cock with her soft hands. It didn't take long for me to ejaculate in her open mouth.
"Do you wish for any more service, Master?"
"No, Fatimah. You are dismissed. But call Ursa here."
"Certainly, Master."
I sighed. That was the most passionless sex I've ever had since becoming an Adventurer.
I slept with Ursa that night. The massive bed in the tent was just barely big enough for both of us. It wasn't rare that I slept with one of the women in my pavilion tent. When I woke up, they'd perform a signature service of theirs.
"The usual, Master?" Ursa teased, smiling.
"Of course, Ursa."
The orc slut diligently licked my cock before her mouth and tongue pleased it. Monica was proud of her titjobs; Ariel's footjobs had no equal; but Ursa, with her tusks, surprisingly offered the best fellatio. I was enjoying my morning blowjob when Monica barged in. "Master!" she half-shouted, obviously in panic.
"What is it, Monica?" I asked lazily. My body was loath to abandon the bed.
"We got this letter in the morning... you've been called to attend a royal court hearing! They're accusing you of using black magic!"
I sprung from the bed. "What the fuck?" I cursed. Ursa immediately stopped the blowjob.
"That... that is not good," she said. "Right?"
Ariel and Fatimah came running. "What happened?" Ariel asked. Monica explained the situation to them.
"I need to go to the Adventurer's Guild," I said. "I'll ask for their advice."
"Good plan, Master," Monica said. "I'll prepare right away!"
A few moments later, I was in the Adventurer's Guild. "Darryl!" Dolores called out sharply. "I know why you're here. Let's go to the office. The Guildmaster and others are waiting." In the office, an emergency meeting between Guildmaster Erika, Alexis, Erich, Dolores, and I commenced.
