A Precocious Merchant Trained for Her Dreams

The beginning was the only hard part; once the floodgates of Sierra's lust were opened, her desire swelled out of control.

Slurp, slurp, slurp.

Sitting on the edge of the bed in the inn room she had paid for herself, Sierra was eagerly sucking my cock in broad daylight, sliding her lips up and down the shaft as if trying to drain every last drop. Her depraved display made her look exactly like a common street whore from the back alleys.

With her legs spread wide to expose her soaking wet slit, she massaged her own folds with her slender fingers, completely absorbed in giving me a blowjob.

"Ah... you're incredibly good at this."

At my blunt praise, Sierra's ears flushed red, but she wore a smug, triumphant expression as she kept sucking away. I stroked her hair, watching her tickle my urethra with the soft tip of her tongue and lap up the pre-cum.

"Mph... nnh... slurp..."

She rubbed her cheek against my shaft and then licked her way back up, serving me with absolute devotion. Getting a bit restless, I nudged her wet slit with my toe to give her a signal. Sierra, who had been teasing her own dripping pussy with her fingers, paused, took my cock out of her mouth, and slowly offered her groin to my face.

Squirt, squirt.

Her wanton opening twitched, spilling juices as I slowly pressed my mouth against her cheeky little pussy. Grabbing her hips, I draped her thighs over my shoulders, burying my face entirely in her groin. Though she was practically upside down now, she kept sucking my cock, her hips trembling with delight as she focused on her task.

Slurp... smack, smack... gulp...

"Phew... I love it when you lick me... Ah, hngh... ♡"

I greedily ate out her plump pussy, rubbing my nose firmly against her clitoris. Her hips shuddered as she gushed sweet nectar, squirting over and over, yet she refused to let my cock slip from her mouth.

"Hyeet! I'm cumming! I'm going to cum...! ♡"

I thrust my tongue deep into her twitching slit. Her walls clamped down hard, squeezing my tongue. I wiggled it inside, pressing against the sensitive ridges and licking them thoroughly. As I slowly slipped my index finger into her glistening, juice-slicked asshole while eating her out, Sierra clamped her thighs around my face and climaxed spectacularly.

Splash!

As the warm fluid drenched my mouth, I gave her ass a sharp slap and pulled my face away. Kneeling on the floor again, Sierra resumed sucking my cock. Sensing the tremors of my impending release, her eyes curved like a sly fox's.

Slurp, slurp.

"Mmm... nnh... ♡"

Slowly swallowing my shaft until it hit the back of her throat, she squeezed it with her throat muscles as if milking it with a hand, begging for my seed. Her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠talent for picking up depraved techniques so quickly—perfectly suited to her highly sensitive body—was truly devilish.

"Mgh... nnh... haah... ♡ Slurp, slurp... ♡"

Her eyes curved even more seductively as she worked her lips, swallowing me down to the root. Unable to hold back any longer against her coquettish display, I grabbed her head and let loose the pent-up load.

Throb! Throb! Throb!

"Mgh! Nnh... mmm... ♡"

As the hot semen blasted the back of her throat, Sierra smiled with pure satisfaction, gulping down every single drop without letting a bit go to waste. Her hot breath tickled my pubic hair, but watching her cling tightly to my thighs as she drank my seed made such trivial details irrelevant.

"Phew... ♡ Thank you for the meal...?"

Smooch. ♡

After sucking out the very last drop, Sierra slowly let my cock slip from her wet lips. She gave the tip a sweet kiss—like a wife kissing her husband before he leaves for work—and then rested her plump cheek against my twitching shaft, looking up at me with a soft smile.

"I really can't keep up with you anymore."

It had already been ten days since I met Sierra. As she swayed her hips and cast a playful glance back at me on her way to the bathroom, I called out to her. She looked embarrassed, but she still thrust her twitching backside toward me and spoke as if it were nothing.

"Have you forgotten that you're the one who made me like this? You pervert."

She was shaking her ass in a way that practically screamed "fuck me," yet she had the nerve to call me a pervert. As she walked over to brush her teeth, leaving a trail of juices, I grabbed her hips from behind and rubbed my cock against her slit. Gripping the sink, she looked back at me and pushed her rear out to make entry easier, grumbling playfully.

"Can't you wait even a second...? I really can't match your sex drive... ♡"

Squish, squish.

I rubbed my tip against her wanton honey pot while wrapping my arms around her soft belly, squeezing it. Though she looked embarrassed, she didn't stop rinsing her mouth, which I took as permission. I slowly pushed my cock inside.

Slide...

Sierra's pussy welcomed its master's return, hungrily clamping down on my shaft. Swallowing me smoothly all the way to the root, her tight walls squeezed hard, already begging for my cum.

Squish, squish, squish, squish.

I immediately began thrusting, grinding my tip firmly against her cervix. Every time I scraped her walls and pressed against her womb, Sierra's hips trembled violently, her walls tightening even further around me.

"Mnh... spit... Oh no, I think I swallowed some..."

Having finished rinsing, Sierra spat out the mouthwash with a pout. Then, with half-closed, sultry eyes, she turned her body around while my cock was still buried inside her. Perching her bottom on the edge of the sink, she spread her arms and legs, begging me to hold her.

"Let's do it while looking at each other..."

"Spoiled, aren't we?"

"Chu... mwah... ♡"

Admiring her lewd posture as her voluptuous ass and plump thighs were pressed against the sink, I pulled her into a tight embrace. Rubbing her erect nipples against my chest, she clung to my face, smelling of fresh mint as she hungrily devoured my lips.

"Slurp... mmm... Ah! Seriously...!"

I pounded into her pussy as she kissed me passionately, as if she couldn't bear to be apart for even a second. As my tip scraped against her sensitive ridges with every deep thrust, Sierra's thighs shuddered, and she came once more.

"Let's move to the bed. Your butt must hurt."

"Seriously... you just want a better view, don't you?"

"Yes."

"I told you, you're a pervert... ♡ Just one more time, okay...?"

Squish, squish, squish. ♡

At my suggestion to move, Sierra teased me with a wanton smile. When I readily admitted to it, she gave in, sliding her bottom off the sink and dropping onto all fours on the floor.

"Mnh, ah, hngh, ah... ♡"

With my cock still buried inside her, Sierra began crawling toward the bed. I pounded into her tight, squeezing pussy and slapped her rear. Spank! Her fleshy cheeks jiggled, but she didn't stop for a second, crawling all the way to the bed while taking every thrust.

"Haah, ahh...! ♡"

Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud!

Finally reaching the bed, Sierra collapsed onto her stomach, arching her back and sticking her rear high in the air to give me the perfect angle. I grabbed her thighs and threw my full weight into each thrust.

"Haa, ah... hnghh..."

Squeeze, squeeze.

Her pussy clamped down on my cock like a stubborn child refusing to let go. Enjoying the tight grip of her walls, I let my balls slap rhythmically against her clitoris with every plunge.

With her thighs and groin covered in a frothy lather of juices, I pressed deep against her cervix, signaling my imminent release. Leaning down over her back to pin her with my weight, I whispered into her ear as her hips trembled.

"I'm going to fill Sierra's womb to the brim, okay?"

"You're supposed to use a condom... ♡ Starting tomorrow, you absolutely, absolutely have to... okay...?"

Squeeze. ♡

Sierra wrapped her legs around mine, her slender toes tracing the top of my foot. I grabbed her wrists, pressing my tip hard against her cervix, and nodded. Feeling her walls clamp down tighter than ever before, I stopped holding back and blasted a massive load of semen directly into her clinging womb.

Shudder...

"Ahhh! ♡ Hngggh! ♡"

Her wanton hips shook violently as she squirted. After pumping every last drop of semen into her greedy pussy, which squeezed my cock from all sides to drain me dry, I slowly pulled out.

Pop!

A sound like a cork popping echoed from her pussy, which still retained the tightness of a virgin. As I toyed with her puckered opening with my finger, Sierra panted heavily, yet she arched her back and pushed her rear up once more.

"Ah, hngh... ♡ I told you to stop fucking my pussy... ♡"

Swaying her hips and presenting her wanton slit, she was practically begging for it. I grabbed my cock again and rubbed the head against her folds.

In the end, Sierra took five full loads inside her womb, completely surrendering as she clutched her bloated belly.

"Hee... ♡ Well, I'm off then... ♡"

Clutching her slightly swollen belly and swaying her hips, Sierra got ready to leave without even washing up. Her sweat-soaked hair clung to her face, and sticky traces of our lovemaking remained on her thighs and calves.

"You're leaving without washing?"

At my teasing, Sierra cradled her stomach and replied with a bright smile.

"I don't actually have time for this, but I came because I thought you'd be lonely. Where should we meet tomorrow?"

"Hmm... I'd like to see an opera tomorrow."

"Ah...! There's actually an opera I've been wanting to see tomorrow..."

Sierra's face lit up at my suggestion. She had probably resigned herself to missing it, thinking she wouldn't be able to go if I called her. I readily made plans to see the opera—which I had absolutely no interest in—and saw her off.

Click-clack, click-clack.

I watched her walk away, her heels clicking against the pavement as she dragged her trembling legs. Only after her figure completely vanished did I head back up to my room, casually clean up the aftermath of our session, throw the soiled sheets on the floor, and toss myself onto the bed.

Chirp, chirp, chirp.

The sparrows around here are loud as hell. Rubbing my half-closed eyes, I sat up in bed. The clock on the wall showed that I had about an hour and a half left before my meeting with Sierra.

Whoosh.

After a quick shower, I put on the formal attire Sierra had tailored for me and left the inn. Walking toward the plaza where we always met, I patted the items I had brought along. Confirming everything was in place, I headed into the square and spotted Sierra sitting gracefully by the fountain, waiting for me.

"You're early."

A bright smile instantly broke across Sierra's blank face. I was about to open my arms for a hug, but then I noticed her hesitant expression as she subtly crossed her fingers to form an 'X'.

"You've arrived quickly, Lord Casanova."

Calling me 'Lord Casanova' instead of her usual 'you' or 'pervert'? Only then did I notice the man standing beside her. Was his name Yodo? The guy, whose name I couldn't even properly recall, bowed politely to me.

"I have been tasked with guarding the Lady for today."

I glanced at Sierra, silently demanding an explanation. Wearing an obviously annoyed expression, Sierra kept an eye on Yohan as she scurried over to me and whispered in my ear.

"I think the elders of the merchant group ordered him to. Even when I told him to leave, he just kept saying he has to protect me."

Hmm... I scratched my chin and glared back at Yohan, who was watching me with a displeased look. It had been over ten days since I started meeting Sierra, but this was a first.

"They probably suspect that you and I are seeing each other."

"Really?"

"Well, they want to force me into an arranged marriage, so they're worried I might find another man. Disgusting old geezers."

Sierra made a gagging face, then glared at Yohan just as I was doing, letting out a heavy sigh.

"I was really looking forward to today..."

"We can still go watch the opera."

At my reply, Sierra narrowed her eyes and poked my chest.

"Of course we're going to watch it! But we'll have to part ways right after eating dinner once it's over, and that's what's annoying!"

Amused by her adorable complaint, I pinched and pulled her cheek from an angle where Yohan couldn't see. Kneeding her cheek, which stretched like a soft marshmallow, I teased her.

"How lewd... You're just upset because we won't be able to do anything, aren't you?"

"What are you talking about? Please! No, I'm not!"

Sierra dragged out her words and avoided my gaze. Looking at her blushing face as she puffed out her cheeks cutely, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Let's head out first. Isn't it about time?"

"Let's. Look forward to it—I booked the absolute best seats."

"It's easy when you have my connections," she boasted proudly. I patted her head and turned around. Ignoring Yohan's glaring eyes, which clearly showed his displeasure at me touching Sierra, I followed behind her as she practically skipped ahead in excitement.

Sierra hadn't been exaggerating. Entering the grand opera hall, we were guided by a staff member to the best seats in the house. I immediately scanned the surroundings to see if the spot was visible to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠others and how much noise we could make without causing a disturbance.

"What do you think? I was right, wasn't I?"

Hehe. Sierra puffed out her chest excitedly. I stroked her hair with a satisfied smile. This spot was indeed perfect—hidden from the view of other terrace boxes, and isolated enough that even a decent amount of noise wouldn't disrupt the performance.

"Well then, Yohan? You may leave now."

Watching me admire ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the seats, Sierra coldly dismissed the guard, Yohan, who was standing there awkwardly. Flustered, Yohan glared at me before speaking to Sierra.

"But my duty is to stay by your side, Lady..."

"Lord Casanova is here, so what is there to worry about? We are strictly here to enjoy the opera."

Unable to find a counterargument to Sierra's firm words, Yohan eventually gave me one last glare, bowed his head, and stepped out of the terrace box. The way he had been glaring at me since earlier made it seem like he held some deep, personal grudge.

"He really... has no tact."

Amused by Sierra, who was completely oblivious to her guard's true feelings and simply found him frustrating, I stroked her cheek and asked, "Do you really not know?"

"Know what?"

Even as I pinched and pulled her soft cheek, she answered stubbornly. Finding her adorable, I gave her cheek a quick kiss and explained.

"Regardless of his orders, he's acting like that because he likes you, Sierra."

"Me?"

Sierra's eyes widened in genuine surprise. Despite being so sharp and intelligent, she seemed completely clueless about this, which brought a wry smile to my face.

"He's worried I might lay a hand on you."

I quietly focused my senses on the presence outside the door. Yohan was standing guard in the hallway, just as Sierra had ordered. Since I could sense him even from here, I would easily notice the moment he decided to approach the door.

"That's rich coming from the man who has already laid his hands all over me."

Sierra shot me a pathetic look. Shrugging my shoulders, I asked, "So, do you hate it?"

"...No, I like it."

Sierra blushed and lowered her head. She was so incredibly endearing that I pulled her into my arms and showered her soft cheeks with kisses. She hugged me back, basking in my warmth.

Every time I held her like this, I noticed that while she wasn't particularly fond of other forms of casual physical contact, she absolutely loved hugging and kissing.

Murmur, murmur, murmur.

As we lost ourselves in each other's embrace, the hall below began to grow noisy. People were entering and filling up the seats. Since this was my first time attending an opera, I knew absolutely nothing about it and decided to just rely on Sierra.

"To be honest, this is my first time seeing something like this."

When I confessed, Sierra looked at me as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"I know. There's no way a mercenary like you would have ever watched an opera."

"Hey, now." I glared at her for making a statement that would get her condemned by the global mercenary union. Realizing what she had just said, Sierra gasped and waved her hands frantically in excuse.

"No! I didn't mean to look down on you! I just meant you've always been wandering from place to place—that's all!"

"How cruel."

"Nooo! I actually looked into your past, you know? You've been constantly on the move for the last five years—"

"Seriously, what do you take me for...?" Watching her desperately make excuses while keeping a close eye on my reaction, I couldn't hold it back any longer and burst into laughter. Realizing she had been teased, Sierra's face flushed bright red, and she lunged at me.

"Hey! Stop it!"

I pulled her close, enjoying the soft thuds of her fists against my chest. Only then did she stop punching, glaring at me with narrowed eyes.

"You're terrible for teasing me. My heart literally skipped a beat thinking I had genuinely offended you."

"Why get so worked up over a simple contractual relationship?"

"...Why do you have to put it like that?"

Sierra glared at me, twirling a strand of her long hair around her finger. Ah, she's hurt. Grinning mischievously, I pulled her back into a tight embrace just as she was about to pull away.

"Once our contract ends, we can just meet again as something else. Right?"

"...Who said I'd meet you? Hmph. The one who's supposed to feed me doesn't even care—"

Sierra grumbled, covering her twitching lips. Patting her rear, I spoke softly.

"Actually, I chose the opera today because there's something I wanted to do here."

"...You don't mean...?"

Having spent over ten days with me, Sierra understood my train of thought all too well. Clutching her opera glasses, her face turned pale. "Please tell me you're joking... This is my absolute favorite show..." Leaving her to ramble and cling to me in desperation, I simply smiled in silence, checking the items tucked inside my coat.