“Mmmmmm!” You moan with happiness, sucking eagerly at the one-eyed old man’s rancid cock. Your tongue whirls around his fat tip and your lips slide on his cock. Your hips twitch and you push back against the man fucking you. It all feels so good that you never want it to stop!
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Agree to stay with him as his companion
It does not take you long to make your decision.
“Yes,” you say. “I will stay with you.”
“Really?” He lifts his head and looks at you in the moonlight that colors your naked body silver.
“Yes,” you say, “I was never prepared for this journey. My life was in the city, in Akrane, and I am simply not equipped for an adventure in the wilds.”
“You do seem rather tame,” he chuckles. “But are you prepared to be pampered day and night?”
“Yes,” you say softly with a smile on your lips.
“And kissed whenever possible?”
“Y-YES!” You squeal as he buries his face against your breasts, kissing between them and shaking his face from side to side. You laugh and pull his head against your soft mounds, crying out, “Yes!”
You celebrate that night atop Bog’s fat cock. It stretches your pouting cuntlips and glistens with the nectar of your quim as you ride your pale ass up and down. Your breasts heave and he reaches up to fondle them and pull you down to smother his face once more. You cum hard against his rigid cock. As he nears his own climax, you climb off of his straining prick and take him into your mouth. You look up into his eyes as you swallow his spurting seed.
Swallowing his cum seems to seal the agreement. You are with him from the rain swept alleyways of Estermar, to Bog’s mighty freighter, across the sea to lands you have only read about in books. Whether you are on a storm-tossed ship, a steaming rail carriage, or a wagon creaking along lonely trade roads, you are there with Boggen Luckfen to pleasure him and provide him with conversation and companionship.
You visit his mountain home in the Epinines and swim in the hot springs of Gelomo with him. You make love to him by the fire as snow falls in the forest of Hesv. A harem of dancing girls caress and kiss you while he watches in the pleasure markets of Sau Leng. He sprawls beneath a shade palm and you suck the hot cum from his balls on the sunny white beaches of Xarlala.
When Bog is tired or busy, you need only ask his permission and he assigns Lang to bed you in his place. Sometimes, after a good, hard fucking from the muscular footman, Bog will visit you and fuck you again or ask you to recount your pleasures. When you travel with Bog and visit ports or trade cities, the wealthy merchant knows all the best whores. You are eager to meet them and introduce yourself.
You abandon your family codex at Bog’s library and you start a new journal featuring lurid descriptions of your sexual encounters and sketches of the women and men you share your bed with. Many even pose for you to sketch them in erotic detail.
In Ishabbaria you meet a leader of the anti-slavery movement and you bed the man while Bog watches. When the merchant is out socially, he tends to take you when his wives do not insist. You even manage to befriend a few of those women. They enjoy happy lifestyles raising his children in absolute comfort. They do not envy your devotion to pleasuring Bog.
You have been with the plump merchant for more than a year. You no longer dress like a scribe, but like a minor noblewoman or the libertine daughter of a wealthy family. Your bodices are brocaded, dresses corseted, and your bust powdered and perfumed. Fabulous jewelry decorates your body and your chestnut hair with its white stripe has been curled into a delicate pile in the latest fashion. Your full lips are painted red and you have a beauty mark on your cheek.
When workmen meet you, they call you, “milady.”
You are on the docks at Calheim, preparing to make the journey across the southern sea to the Ashen Cliffs, when a courier approaches Bog. He exchanges a hushed, intense conversation with the man and casts a glance back at you. Dread begins to grow in your belly. You do not want to know what they are discussing, but you must know. You approach your lover hesitantly as the courier departs.
“Estermar has fallen,” he says plainly. “It seems a mysterious army had invaded Heimsvak and is already laying waste to the eastern coastlands. There are… certain rumors…”
The world seems to spin around you. Bog places a hand on your arm to steady you.
“W-what sort of rumors?” You ask, your voice quavering.
He looks you in the eyes and grimly answers, “Monsters. An army of monsters. And they say that a god and his queen walk among them.”
“I cannot go with you to Ashen Cliffs, my sweet.”
“It is far from Estermar. These are only rumors we will be—“
You take his hands in yours and look him in the eyes. Tears spill slowly down your cheeks.
“I failed my mother and sister and this is the consequence. There might yet be time to stop this. I must ride to your library and recover my family’s codex. If I show it to the king of Heimsvak, there may yet be a way to stop this.”
He smiles sadly and nods. Through the guilt over your choices, you suspect that it is already too late. A great evil has been unleashed upon the world and you have done nothing to stop it.
BAD END
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Accept Luckfen’s offer reluctantly on day two
You are ashamed to admit your willingness to continue your arrangement with Boggen Luckfen. You purse your lips and nod curtly.
“Another day then?” He asks, raising an eyebrow expectantly, a grin already forming on his face.
“Yes, very well,” you say.
“Excellent!” He conceals the purse of coins. “Let us enjoy our breakfast together then!”
You enjoy the rich breakfast with almonds, spiced currant bread, honey, cured pork, and a freshly baked casserole of onions and eggs. It’s enough food to leave you feeling uncomfortably stuffed, but no sooner has Bog downed his milk and sugar tea and wiped his lips with a napkin than he is climbing across the bench to kiss you. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, tasting like the black tea and the onions from the egg pie. His hand pulls at the laces off your bodice and your ample breasts practically burst forth.
“Could we… oooh… wait a bit?” You gasp.
“My dear, watching you throughout the breakfast has driven me mad with desire. You should see yourself suck down a strawberry. It is a sight to behold.” He kisses you again, stifling your cry of protests as he pulls your bodice all the way open. His fat, ringed fingers pry at your bra until he has it opened. He tosses it aside and begins to fondle and kiss your breasts, rubbing his face between your pillowy mounds.
“Please! Oh, my! You’re like a beast!”
“Beware my horn,” he laughs, pushing your skirt up your shapely legs.
Your stockings reach almost up to your knees. He keeps going higher, revealing your plump thighs and the gusset of your panties taut against your womanhood. He slides off the bench and begins loudly smacking kisses on your thighs and stroking your quim through your panties. You whine with a mixture of shame and desire, arching towards him on the bench. His thumb traces the furrow of your sex, revealing it beneath your tight underwear. Your juices are beginning to seep through your panties.
“Please, oooh, this is embarrassing,” you moan as he strokes your pussy with three fat fingers. Your body betrays your true desires and your hips jerk with lust.
“You’re soaking those pretty panties,” laughs Bog, ignoring your distress. “Best get them out of the way.”
He reaches under your skirt and hooks his fingers into the waist of your underwear. He draws them down your quaking thighs, baring your silky, brown-furred cunt and your glistening cuntlips. You gasp as your throbbing sex is exposed to his gaze. His nose is practically in the hair atop your mound and you feel a fresh wave of embarrassment.
“Such a lovely little thing,” he chuckles, stroking your mound above your pussy t
o get a better look at your folds. “As delicate as a flower. I bet your honey is twice as sweet.”
He does not give you an opportunity to prevent him from having a taste. He moans as he presses his face to your steamy quim and buries his tongue in your slippery channel. You cry out as his tongue pushes in and out of your clutching cunt and laps wet circles around your tender folds. He flicks his tongue against your most sensitive bud and drops his tongue to curl, hot and wet, against your puckered asshole.
“Oh, please,” you cry.
“Mmmmmm, you like it,” he laughs and begins furiously licking at your clit. He adds his fingers, thrusting two of them into your pussy as his tongue assaults the throbbing bead of your pleasure. You thrust your pussy against his fingers, gasping as your orgasm rises with sudden force. Your plump breasts shudder and you rock your hips as the toe-curling pleasure radiates from your licked clit to your straining nipples. For several intense seconds it feels almost like you are levitating above the bench.
You slowly return to earth, a smile plastered dreamily on your face as Bog slows his licking. He lifts his head from between your thighs and you see that he is flushed, sweating, and drenched in your juices from his nose down to his chin.
“I was right,” he pants. “Twice as sweet as honey.”
He rises up and leans into you, kissing you forcefully and spreading the taste of your juices into your mouth. It takes you a moment to overcome your reluctance, but in the flushed afterglow of your orgasm you begin to kiss him back and even savor the sweet flavor of your cunt.
“I think it is only fair if you return the favor to me, my sweet,” says Bog in the space between kisses. His tongue swirls against yours for a bit longer before you realize what he means. He wants you to put his manhood into your mouth. This is something you have read about many times, something you have seen Velora doing in silhouette with her customers, but never something you imagined doing yourself. The two lovers you had in the past might have enjoyed such an act, but they never had the temerity to suggest it to you.
Refusing is not an option. And the idea, though unpleasant on the surface, does seem exciting. Certainly Bog using his tongue on your body was exciting.
“If that is what you desire, I will do it,” you say. “But I have never done this before.”
“Oh? How very exciting.” He grunts as he moves back over to his side of the rocking carriage. He does not hesitate to untie the cord that serves as his belt this morning and take down his baggy trousers. His legs are hairy and his cock is ready and leaking clear liquid that makes the tip glisten.
You take a deep breath and get down on your knees in the space between the two benches. Your skirt falls back over your hips, but your breasts are left bare. You crawl between his parted knees, knowing that if you hesitate you may doubt what you are doing. His cock and bollocks seem so huge from this position. You can smell the musk of sweat and arousal clinging to his manhood as you move your face closer.
You close your eyes and lick his cock. The tip is covered in slippery and salty-sweet juice. It is not a bad taste, not strong, you lick again and taste more of it as you press your lips to the head of his cock.
“That’s it,” groans Bog. “Put it in your mouth.”
You part your lips around his manhood and slide his thick, throbbing meat into your mouth. It presses down against your tongue and jerks as you slide your mouth around him. You take him until his tip hits the back of your throat and you gag reflexively and pull off of him, sputtering and trying not to choke.
“It’s alright,” says Bog. He pours wine into a wooden cup and passes it to you. “Have a drink of the mead. It will ease your throat. You should only take as much of my cock as will fit, my dear. There. Try again, please. You were off to a very nice start.”
You look up at him this time as you fit his thick cock into your mouth. You moan around him, taking his rigid flesh almost to the back of your throat before sliding your mouth back up to his tip. You keep your lips tight and flick the head of his cock with your tongue. He has a huge grin on his face as he watches you begin to bob your head in his lap.
“Oh, you’re a natural,” he groans. “One little mistake and you’ve got it figure out. Use your hand down here. That’s it, stroke my bollocks, my sweet. They’re full of cum for you… and your sweet mouth.”
His words give you a moment of hesitation. You pull your lips off his cock.
“You squirted out so much yesterday,” you gasp. “Is that much going to squirt into my mouth?”
“There may be,” he says, stroking your face with his ringed fingers. “But it will taste good and you swallow It all down, like a good girl. You will do that for me, yes?”
“Mmmmmhm,” you say, not wanting to disappoint.
You take Bog’s hardness back into your mouth and resume a steady pace, bobbing your head in his lap and softly slurping each time you slide your lips back to his tip. Your fingers massage his balls as you suck. Your spit drips down his shaft and over his tightening sack.
You suck him faster and harder, watching his big belly jiggle slightly and feeling his cock swell inside your mouth. You moan around him. You are reluctant to take his seed in your mouth, but you see no alternative. The man has bought your affection and you cannot refuse him. He rests a hand on the back of your head and locks his eyes on yours. You feel the tension growing, his cock swelling, and his balls like two stones snug against the root of his cock.
“Ahhhh, my sweet, my seed is churning!”
“Mmmmmmm,” you moan around him. You gently squeeze his bollocks in your hand as you slurp up and down his hard cock. His straining hardness twitches and you taste a hint of salty liquid at the back of your tongue. It throbs again, much more forcefully, and your mouth is suddenly flooded with a great tide of thick, salty liquid. It is so hot that it surprises you.
“Ohhhh, here it is my dear! My hot seed, for you!”
“Mmmmmm!!!” You cry, your eyes widening in surprise. There is so much of his cum, pumping out each time his cock twitches. You moan around him and swallow what is in your mouth, feeling the thick, tacky liquid slide down your throat. You swallow several more times to clear the salty spunk from your mouth. The taste of it lingers. It was rather unpleasant, but you no longer feel the urge to gag. You gasp softly as you lift your mouth from his cock and try to catch your breath.
“What a delight you are, my pretty young flower.” He strokes your cheek and wipes a drop of his seed from your chin. “Let me get you another drink.”
You freshen your mouth with the mead and chew a sprig of mint that is hot on your tongue. Bog allows you to dress and you enjoy a leisurely ride for the remainder of the day.
That evening, Bog has you undress completely and he does as well. You kneel atop his face and he licks your slick cunt and your clenching ass. The position is humiliating with his nose practically in the cleft of your soft buttocks. You busy yourself with the merchants cock, stroking it with your hand while bobbing your mouth on the tip. It is not long before this mutual pleasuring pays off and you cum quite hard on his tongue. As your orgasm subsides, the old pervert laps circles against your anus and teases you with his fingers.
It is a relief that you soon make him unleash his seed into your mouth. You suck the salty liquid from his hard cock and massage him with your hand until he begins to go limp. Once he has been satisfied, you dress in your night gown and curl beside him on the carriage’s folding bed. His arm is a comfort around your chest and you feel his cock, semi-engorged, against your bottom.
The following morning, the caravan stops in a small farming community and you are given a hot bath to soak in. Returning from the bath, you find another sumptuous feast, slightly spoiled by Luckfen wearing nothing but a robe and his stockinged feet. At least, by the wetness of his white hair and his pleasant aroma, he has bathed as well.
“Sit upon my lap and feed me,” he says, patting his lap.
Reluctantly, you sit your freshly bathed bottom on the
old merchant lap, only the thin material of the robe has given you covering your cheeks. You feel the bulge of his cock against you and are aware that every movement, every half-turn to feed him a grape or a morsel of sausage, grinds your plump bottom against his manhood.
By the time the meal is over, he is quite hard and poking through the parted flap of his robe. Despite his state of arousal, he lets you up from his lap. He watches you sit down with obvious appreciation.
“I think it is time we discuss terms for the third day,” says Bog. “Today, I offer you 100 zek, but for this double amount, I deserve double the pleasure.”
“What do you mean?” You ask him.
“I mean that I will have my cock in your beautiful quim and I will also have it in that plump bottom.” He smiles serenely despite the lewd demand. “I will not negotiate. That is my offer. Will we be continuing our arrangement?”
He rubs at his lap as you try to think.
What do you do?
Accept Luckfen's offer reluctantly on day three
Accept Luckfen's offer eagerly on day three
Refuse Luckfen's offer
Let Velora put her toy up your bottom
Your pale face is already flushed with desire, but your cheeks blush a darker hue at the thought of Velora sliding her lacquered cock up your bottom. It is an embarrassing thing to even consider and yet you can think of nothing else once the thought has entered your mind. How could you voice such a rude act?
“Well?” Velora twirls the wooden cock in her hand, causing the straps to spin around like a windmill. “Would you like to try something new, Penny?”
“Yes,” you say. “Um, I think, the thing is that, um, I would like something different than what you said.”
“Oh?” She raises an eyebrow and stops twirling the wooden cock. “What is it?”
“Well, it is hard for me to say, I suppose I will just blurt it out.” You take a deep breath. “I want you to put your toy up my bottom.”
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