Witch Hunter here is my baby. My project I've spent years agonizing over and deciding if I should even write. I would appreciate any feedback that you may have, so I can improve it, modify it as I go. Any useful suggestions are very welcome. And thank you.
Ringing in the year
Leheros walks quietly through the red light district. Normally, he doesn't frequent this area due to his...unique problems., but his fellow Hunters assured him that the new girl at Allaya's could handle the gift.
Leheros gathers his cold weather gear around him as he looks for the sign. It has been years since he felt the touch of a woman. Since he lost Anna.
Decades have passed, and he still remembers the look on her face after. He hoped it would never happen again, and hasn't been with another.
But, as a man, Leheros has needs. And while he has maintained a stoic existance for many decades, hearing that a new girl should be able to handle it, well. It is a tempting prospect.
Leheros finally sees the sign. Allaya's Brothel. Leheros stands for a moment outside, a pensive look on his face. Finally, he makes up his mind and pushes through the door.
Inside, the cold and damp of the winter outside is forgotten. The large receiving room is full of oak, and a massive fireplace burns in the far wall. As Leheros enters, a woman with large breasts and dark skin greets him and calls up the stairs.
"No, no. Miss Allaya, I am a Witch Hunter. I heard that you had a girl that had been with some of us. I was hoping to meet her." Leheros interrupted her. He feels disgusting, knowing that he is litteraly asking to sleep with someone based on whom she'd done this with before, but he needs something.
The woman smiles more broadly, and calls up the stairs again. "Girls, I just need Ralla. We have another one." Leheros could just hear he reaction.
After a moment, a woman with a perfect hourglass of a body steps into the room. "Hello Hunter. I'm Ralla."
Leheros feels his head spin for a second, and hands his gilt voucher to Allaya. "Dear, that's good for pretty much anything." The dark woman smiled after a moment, "Are you sure you want to use the whole thing?"
"As much as needed."Leheros numbly follows the woman up the stairs to her room.
In the room of the brothel, Ralla releases Leheros' hand. "Let me go slip into something more comfortable." Leheros notices that Ralla is only half elven, her ears too short for a fully elven woman. Not that it matters. So long as she can take his lust.
Ralla reenters the room, her clothes all but shed. The tiniest patches of silk cover her nipples, leaving her areola exposed. Another tiny patch covers her nethers, and it is so tight, and she so wet, that he can see the shape of her lips through it. He hardens instantly, and licks his lips.
