A Captive Audience
The box contained the Asenaris we'd caught this time. Pelle set it down on the desk and twisted it slightly, angling the holed side toward the bed.
"Master. Ready."
"Yeah..."
I perched on the edge of the bed, eyeing the box with a sour mood. Unavoidable for the monster zoo, sure... but even monsters staring like that made 'it' feel damn awkward.
Pelle, though, seemed utterly unfazed. She scooted right up against me and grabbed my face.
"A promise is a promise. Gotta show 'em."
She yanked my head toward her and crushed her lips to mine. Her soft tongue slipped in, ravaging my gums and tongue in a wild frenzy. That skillful play had my cock straining rock-hard in seconds.
While kissing, she guided my hand to her breast. Her nipples were already stiff peaks, sharp even through the fabric. I grazed one with my fingers, and she shuddered, clinging to me like ivy.
We made out forever, groping each other over our clothes. Finally, she broke away, gasping.
"Now... strip."
Words barely out, she tore her clothes off like they offended her. Then she dropped to her knees between my legs and yanked my pants down rough. My throbbing cock stood rigid, clear precum drooling from the tip.
Pelle pursed her lips and sucked it up like precious nectar.
"Feels bigger than usual today..."
She sized it up a moment, then engulfed it whole, no holds barred. I grabbed her horns like always and bobbed her head up and down. When the glans slid past her tongue and battered her throat, foam bubbled from her lips.
"Guhk... ook..."
Drool splattering the floor, she bobbed furiously, one hand rubbing her crotch the whole time.
"Gonna cum..."
Her mouth skills were insane—I blew my load in no time. She clamped her lips tight around the shaft to catch every drop, shoving the head deep into her throat. Each convulsive gulp milked me with brutal squeezes.
"Phew..."
She wiped her cum-smeared lips with the back of her hand and looked up, eyes teary and gleaming.
"Knowing someone's watching... gets me way more fired up."
"Yeah? Kinda bugs me."
"No. Check this."
She spread her clenched thighs. A puddle of her juices pooled on the floor from her crotch.
"Excited or what? Our private fuckfest on full display."
"Eh..."
"Taste thing, I guess."
Pelle kept teasing my softening cock with zero expression. Fingering the frenulum, lifting the shaft, licking the balls. She tongued my sack and taint, then popped a ball in her mouth, rolling it like candy. My dick sprang back to life, ready for round two.
She spread her legs wide, shoved me flat on the bed, and straddled me.
"Now the real fun?"
She ground down on my cock, hips swaying with a tiny smirk. Love juices slathered it, sticky sounds filling the air. Staring at her chiseled abs—that cross of muscle—I nearly came again.
"Almost blew. Go easy."
"Can't handle three? You can."
She ramped up the pace, and my cock, mashed deep in demon pussy, erupted in a massive second load. Semen splattered clear up my chest. Pelle lapped it all clean, tongue trailing from belly to pecs.
"Now for real."
"Not ready yet."
I nodded at my floppy dick. She eyed it, then shrugged.
"Fine. I'll get mine first. Recover while you watch."
"Get what?"
No answer—she just splayed her thighs wide, baring her secret folds. Neat brown bush framing a gaping, drooling slit. She scooped residual cum from my lower belly and slathered it straight onto her pussy.
Splashing sounds as pubes matted wet like seaweed. Her clit throbbed; the hole clenched open, flashing pink innards. Each twitch made her asshole pucker, inner thighs rippling with muscle.
"Hng...!"
A stifled moan, hips bucked—she squirted a high arc soaking my torso. More jets followed in waves.
"Hic..."
One hand braced on the bed, legs quivering, she checked my revival. Pink flesh winked from her depths; my cock raged to plunge in.
No words—she aligned and slammed her ass down.
"Ugh...!"
"Hold it. Don't cum."
Squatting over me, she jackhammered like a maniac.
"No cumming. Not till I say."
"Ain't that easy to control..."
"Still hold."
But I lost it, flooding her depths sloppy. Realizing, she glared down icy from her perch.
"Can't even hold that?"
"How, with you pounding like that?"
"Get it up again."
"Can't."
"Will."
"You do it."
She sighed pityingly and dismounted.
"Worn out from rotating Idwild, Della, the saintess, Francois?"
Shit. She knew. Soundproofing here's crap anyway.
"At least your conscience skips the blind one and kids?"
"Marim's no kid. She's an adult."
She leaned her torso on my chest, staring hard.
"Spill."
"What?"
"Who's best?"
I clammed up. Not like ex-girlfriend grilling...
"Hm. Tough call. Others are pretty damn hot and charming."
"Well... truth is..."
I paused; her eyes sparked blank-faced. Brutal question—could mull all day. But I had this answer locked.
"You."
"Bullshit. Fake hero lying."
"No lie. For real."
"True—not a real hero. Zero justice, just a greedy fake chasing cash and pussy."
She trashed me cold, but couldn't hide the lip twitch. Our skin heated; sweat beaded.
"Mouth says no, body's honest."
"Shut up. Clinging makes anyone hot."
Still, she slimed closer like a slug.
"Master."
"Yeah."
"If I pay off my debt and leave the inn... what then?"
"Hm... gotta slash your pay half. Delay that day."
"Half only?"
"Or unpaid slave forever?"
Absurd stare.
"Kidding. Sorry."
She held my gaze, then dropped hers.
"Not a bad deal."
"Huh?"
"Nothing. Look here."
She snatched my cock firm.
"One more in you?"
"Depends on your moves."
"Then five more. Squeeze you dry."
"Don't promise what you can't deliver."
But Pelle wasn't one for empty checks. That night, she kept every word—to the hilt.
Next day, Pelle and I hauled the Asenaris to the monster zoo. Released into the warped polar zone, they chattered like mad at us.
"What're they saying?"
"Show 'em daily."
"Don't bullshit me."
She flinched, then added:
"Now they get the horns' purpose. 'Handy,' they say."
"Peanut gallery's got opinions."
"And..."
She hesitated, then:
"Good match, male and female. Have cute babies, live happy ever after."
"Ugh."
Conversation died. We watched them frolic the hills in awkward silence.
Days later, Brione delivered—as promised—a massive stack of printed flyers via the inn's yard. A dimensional gate ripped open, dumping sacks stuffed with them. No Brione; probably Elua kept her busy, so magic drop-off only.
I called Atergar, loaded her with sacks.
"Hng. Kidnap a young dragon, not enough—make her haul garbage and fly? Don't get it. Too creepy-pervy. What part turns you on..."
"C'mere. Closer."
Flicked her forehead hard. Wailing, she shifted to true form, clutched the sacks, and rocketed skyward.
Now she'd shred them over local territories and fiefs from above. Dragon speed? Capital's doable. But we stuck to Vurn Mountains area. National crowds would overwhelm current setup.
Watching her fiery trail fade, I mused: Monster zoo's a surefire smash. If not, pack it in, retire to the sticks for farming.
Of course, it smashed—massively. Spawning the next headache.