I Own a Brothel in Another World

Chapter 258 – Two Sides of One Family

I have been wondering how long it will take them to speak up. The silence hangs in the air thickly as both beauties simply keep staring at me from the sides, each buried deep within their turbulent thoughts. Cecil might be revisiting all our previous interactions while reevaluating everything she knows, while Daisy is most likely attempting to pick her brain for any information related to me that she can remember.

Which wouldn't be that surprising with the little display they have witnessed just recently.

Regarding that, I know it wasn’t exactly too necessary. While the guards might have had some issues with that pack of Rollos, the two Forgegraver ladies feel competent. Ignoring their fairly special attitudes. Working together, it would have been possible to handle the threat with minor injuries. And if we count Diana in, most likely with just some scratches.

Why bother, then?

Because I know this type.

One is like a seasoned veteran who can’t be bothered to care about those below anymore after some rather unpleasant experiences or such. Considering the respected family values, she is also kind of a rebel, choosing to live a life of a mercenary rather than that of an artificer. That must have brought a fair amount of vexations over the years, so I don’t blame her too much for ending up a bit of a cynic.

A show of strength that shatters the assumed preconceptions is the fastest way to gain their interest.

The second is clearly a talented scientist holding onto a very important position that handles an extremely valuable field of learning. She’s been put on a pedestal since the early years, most likely, and thus developed a slight superiority complex, especially if her efforts kept bringing impressive results and earning her lots of praise. At the same time, that definitely attracted individuals with less savoury intentions, and I hope her overbearing personality is partially a mask to deter those.

In this case, a show of something curious, fascinating, and unprecedented is the most efficient way to appear intriguing enough for the person to chase after.

Judging by the piercing looks I’m getting, the plan was a success. Now it all depends on how things are going to develop going forward. The groundwork has been laid down. Time to start cultivating the crops.

As long as the two of them don’t suffocate each other to death by stealing their rival’s resources.

Their clashing natures are highly noticeable and obvious. A typical trope of a musclehead hating the egghead. With a handful of hierarchical and status issues sprinkled on the top, one coming from the top and the other from the bottom.

A pleasant explosive mixture just waiting to blow up.

Anyway, the answer to my initial question is about sixty minutes, give or take. When Daisy’s gaze flicks to Cecil’s face and her lips part, it’s clear she’s going to start asking questions. But her opponent doesn’t miss that detail either, and her mouth opens right away. That results in both women beginning at the same time, pausing, glaring at each other, then trying again but louder.

Needless to say, I can’t understand a word they are saying.

“Alright, enough. Neither of you will get anywhere with that. One at a time.” I interrupt them, giving each a measuring glance. “Right side was first.”

The black haired lady clicks her tongue and looks away while crossing her arms.

My apologies but I’m going to play fair.

“Who are you really?” Daisy asks directly.

I let out a light chuckle. “Alastair Carter, at your service. I’m whatever the situation needs me to be. A manager, public relations guy, field recruiter, bouncer, adventurer, investigator, hero, friend, husband, lover. But, right now, I’m a mercenary on a mission, as you can see. And no matter what I’m doing, I always strive to be the best for the sake of those who rely on me.”

“I’m surprised you aren’t a bard. You have a way with words to avoid the heart of the question this neatly.” She sniffs haughtily, but it doesn’t seem that I truly offended her.

“What’s your Class?” Cecil doesn’t waste time and takes her turn just as her kin-sister finishes.

“Classified.” I easily dismiss the rude question, both of them aware that it’s not something revealed easily. “Don’t even try to guess. You don’t stand a chance. According to ancient records, it’s one of the worst ones amongst Humans. Only a tad better within other communities but still trash.”

“You have an ancient Class?” Daisy’s eyes widen.

“Yes,” I answer, and smirk at her as she’s rushing to continue. “Taking that as your question. The ball is on the other side of the court now.”

Her cute chin clamps shut with an audible clack, and she grinds her teeth in frustration.

“I’ve been told by a trustworthy source that it’s one of the rarer Classes due to the prerequisites related to the owner’s character,” I add to mollify her a little. “It’s also one of the toughest to develop as its vertical progression relies a lot on the goodwill of others and how positively they see you. Easy to imagine, Humans aren’t exactly well-liked by most of the world.”

“Must be some kind of a priest or preacher if it requires a following.” The smart cookie is already cracking into it. “You! Ask him about the abilities!”

My client isn’t happy to be ordered around, sending the prissy princess a harsh glare, but I can tell the request overlaps with her current agenda, so I’m not surprised when she reluctantly complies.

“You showed quite a plethora of skills back there. It might have been possible as a Spellsword or something similar, but that doesn’t sound as viable after hearing your previous answers,” she begins. “What’s the nature of your abilities, and how do they affect your fighting style?”

The adventurous girl isn’t far behind in her cleverness department either, forming a vague inquiry instead of a direct one this time. Depending on my answer, she might still learn a lot, but I’m not forced into a simple yes, no, or giving a textbook definition.

“My nature is a supportive one. Most of my abilities focus on enhancing my partners. They receive a lot passively too,” I explain to a certain extent. “You can say I’m as strong as my companions are.”

“The wolf…” Daisy eyes Diana attentively, stroking her chin. “It used the same ability to move through the shadows as you did… Which means it somehow received it from you… Or maybe there’s more to this and you were the one to receive it from the beast…”

It’s always so dangerous to speak with geniuses. Even if what she’s talking about comes from Shino, the fact that both skills are shadow-related and look alike still stands. Unless I deny it firmly, her lucky guess might turn into a possibility or even certainty.

“Or I used a few nifty trinkets given to me by a close ally,” I say with a shrug.

She snorts, looking up at me like I’m an idiot. “You are in the presence of two Forgegravers. Even that plebeian there would have caught on if you triggered any respectable artefacts. And what you did can’t be replicated by some shabby third-rates and fakes.”

“I’m with the princess there. Don’t take our family lightly.” Cecil shakes her head.

“Never did.” I smile at them. “Practically every useful gadget and piece of armour you can see on me comes from one of the most brilliant minds birthed by the clan. There are no things impossible with their creator in the picture.”

“Who?” The bookish lady frowns.

“Lady Counselor.” The tough woman grunts. “He seems to be her personal escort or something. And she seems to be quite generous with her equipment.”

“Ah, that. Heard a thing or two about it. My opinion of you rose a little after the recent fight, but the two of you are not off the hook just yet. I’m still convinced this is just some elaborate scam she’s pulling off.” Daisy raises her nose haughtily. “If you voluntarily confess right now, I can promise to put in a good word about your person to the Grand Patriarch. You won’t have to continue playing along with her schemes. But, since it would be a waste of a great talent to just banish or accuse you of cooperation, you could instead come work with us.”

“What?” Cecil’s head snaps her way. “He’s my security! Appointed by Father! You can’t just steal him from us like that!”

And moments ago she would have been happy to never see me again after the task was finished.

“His prowess is wasted on you. What does your small outer branch even need a powerful mercenary like him for? Watch the forges or warehouses?” The higher-born female sneers at her. “We’ll pay you double what they promised. No, triple.”

“Listen here you little—”

“That will be difficult because I’m not getting paid for this,” I interrupt their upcoming spat. “I’m here on a request and also because it aligns with my goals.”

“And what goals are those?” Daisy asks, undoubtedly searching for something she could grab onto.

“Well, to start off, gaining some recognition so that I can set up a base of operations for my mercenary unit here without any legal issues. Helping out a lost daughter return to her clan and then aiding them with a thing or two sounds like it could be a good opportunity for that,” I reply thoughtfully. “At the same time, this has gotten a bit more personal since the moment the Stockhawkers have gotten involved in one of my side businesses that I opened here, so I’m most likely going to take them down sooner or later.”

“We can help find a good place for your local headquarters in our city and handle the registration,” she quickly offers. “And you are planning to go against an entire clan? Alone? That’s suicidal and unadvised. They have people and resources to crush you the moment they mark you as a threat. It doesn’t matter if you are Tier 3 or even 4. There’s simply no way you can survive the onslaught. Be it military or legal.”

Cecil scoffs to the side. “Typical main branch. Not even bothered to involve themselves when others are suffering because their relationships and image are too fragile to risk. You didn’t even suggest relaying a request for assistance, no matter the response.”

“Watch your tone, peasant.” Daisy’s lips scrunch nastily. “These are matters way above your understanding. The politics of the main clan are way out of your league. Leave important matters to your betters and focus on what you exist for. We’ve registered a decrease in artefacts produced in your workshops in the last few years. Can’t even handle a bunch of mid-grade curios anymore?”

“You bitch! I’m the daughter of the Patriarch! Clan politics are in my blood!” The black-haired female snarls savagely. “And both of us know those quotas are bullshit, made up just so our people have no time to focus on their personal projects! Only in case there’s the slightest chance someone from the bottom outperforms one of your precious prodigies who piss higher than their cunts are! How does it feel up there with all that pleasant golden rain nourishing your immaculate visages?”

“You dare insult the core bloodline?!” The rusty-headed cutie isn’t as adorable with her face twisted in monstrous fury. “And how does it feel down there having to clean steaming shitstains from carpets everywhere you go with how your blown-out assholes drag over the very ground, you dirty fucking lowborn?!”

Jesus.

Dwarf women are a real something, aren’t they?

I might have been lucky for an angel such as Sirgia to fall into my arms.

Before they start throwing fists right over Diana, I flick them both on the forehead. Cecil groans as her head snaps back while Daisy whimpers in a rather pleasant-to-the-ear way, if only this were the bedroom instead of the middle of the road. The fiery women glare daggers at me, the latter sporting a faint blush, aware of the undignified sound she has let out.

“I enjoy some crass banter as much as the other guy does, but you are taking it a bit too far. You girls are one family, in the end, even if kind of separated into two households. And honestly, neither of you is painting an attractive image of it, making me question my choices and future plans. Remember, nothing is set in stone. I can just pack it up and leave to find a more suitable environment,” I chastise them a tad.

My words seem fairly effective as the heiresses quickly calm down under the threat of losing the partnership of such a capable mercenary. They still send each other glares, but we are back to a relative silence.

“Besides, it might be personal for me, but it isn’t for everyone.” I sigh heavily, aiming to steer the conversation back onto the rightful path. “The clan is already involved. And I can’t imagine the upper branch just staying idle and sitting there twiddling their thumbs as their rivals are looking for an opportunity to dismantle their outer branch through this incident.”

“How so?” Daisy peers up at me again, shadows of curiosity swimming in her amber eyes.

I pull up one of the ceramic dildos, making them both flinch. “Recognize this?”

“W-Why do you have a glass cock on you?!” Cecil nearly squeaks, her face reddening, but not from anger.

Her counterpart isn’t as easily embarrassed, though, and she takes the toy into her slender fingers, studying it carefully. “I heard about these. They are fairly new to our city but gaining popularity rather quickly. I admit, the simplistic design is clever and easy to mass produce, but the material…”

I snap my fingers, producing a specific spectrum of vibrations through a borrowed skill, and the penis replica shatters into pieces, making them both jump.

“Goddess Almighty…” Our hardened adventurer shudders. “Imagine if that was inside…”

“Yeah. Not the way you would want one of these to make you cry out at the top of your lungs.” I snicker, evoking a slight curl at the cusp of her mouth. “Now this…”

With another flourish, a more realistic depiction appears in my hand, made of much more pleasant and elastic stuff.

“Woah… That looks almost lifelike…” Cecil’s brows rise in honest surprise.

Then, her gaze falls to my crotch before returning to my face, her sharp cheeks tinged with more rosiness.

I snort at her. “No, it’s not mine. Albeit, not that far off, I guess.”

Enjoying how the reddish tint blooms, I pass the dildo into the palms of the science lady.

“This is nice. So much better than the previous one. I assume it’s supposed to depict a healthy and desirable male specimen, but I’m wondering about one thing.” She also gives my package a quick glimpse. “Why are they Human penises and not that of a Dwarf?”

“You see, that’s where things get interesting.” I wink at her, and reach out to take my toy back.

However, she pulls it away, clearly intent on examining it more, stroking the length up and down. I frown at that slightly, then notice the roguish grin on her pouty lips, and find our friend on the other side unable to stop blushing from the obscenity of the situation, keeping her eyes forward as much as she can. Which isn’t a lot considering she keeps sneaking in a peek often.

Sure, if they want to fight, it’s better with teases than vile curses.

The princess doesn’t seem to possess much of a shame so she has an advantage on the field.

“Anyway, the first one is what Stockhawkers are making and selling. However, they aren’t the original creators or even designers of these toys. They appropriated one of the products offered to the guests of a certain brothel that caters to females too, located in the Human capital. Changing pretty much only the base material, they flooded the market with it, not even bothering to remove the brand marking at the bottom,” I sum it up.

Daisy pauses her stroking and flips the cock balls up. “It does have the same symbol.”

“Which is registered under one very gifted lass named Sirgia Forgegraver,” I add.

She freezes.

Cecil turns to me, realization evident in her dark eyes.

“They have stolen from us and dare to sell it as their own?” The researcher girl faces me too.

“Add to that a few assassination attempts on a nice wood artisan lady for trying to make her own version from shaped timber, some attempts at preventing the opening of the shop belonging to the patent owner, and the promise to take things to the crown on the opening day for appropriation of protected ideas, and you’ll be up to speed.” I chuckle amusedly.

“The audacity!” Daisy squeezes the cock in a death grip as she shakes her fist, making the long pole wobble around. “Do they think we are a joke?”

“With how little you care about our branch, they might,” Cecil chimes in with a growl.

The princess becomes quiet, staring into the rubber dick intently. “There might be more to investigate here than I first thought. This is a serious matter. And if you are telling the truth as it is, not just dancing around half-lies…”

“Can’t swear on anything on their side, but everything related to the original toys and their creator is a fact supported by authorised documents and written evidence.” I give her a firm nod.

“Then this might be a prime opportunity to finally squash those bugs.” She chokes the poor Mr Johnson again. “They have been swiping our artefacts for discount prices from the outer rim and reselling them for an inflated amount on the mainland for ages. Slimy bastards continue to ignore offers of official partnership, knowing they can earn more doing it the shady way.”

Very nice.

Looks like our little scheme is turning out to be a win. We might not yet be in the clear regarding the issues that brought her to the external branch, but I don’t think she will let things with the Stockhawkers go after learning this much. And it’s only going to get worse when she starts asking around and gathering information.

A potential ally secured.

If we even manage to earn her trust and respect, which might not be too simple a feat, it might be possible to touch upon the matter of the old passages through the mountains.

“You have my full support on that. And of the external family for that record. The Patriarch agrees that they have gone too far. I’m going to do whatever it takes to secure the safety of my client and my friends,” I declare openly. “Now, give that back. It’s mine. You can buy your own in the city.”

With a motion quicker than she can react to, I steal the cock back, causing her to blink at me in shock. Tossing it up and down a few times, I shove it into my storage once more.

“That went into a spatial inventory, didn’t it?” Daisy notes. “You must be well off to have gotten one.”

“I received a few old hand-me-downs.” I shrug, then pat the saddle. “But I mostly use those made specifically for me. No offense to the respectable antique rings, but their systems are kinda outdated. With proper materials, modern models have much better sorting methods which take a lot less space.”

“You know someone who can not only make them but also improve the artefacts?” She appears taken aback.

“I’ll introduce you after we get back.” I nod softly. “Don’t ask me about the details. I’m just a common man lucky enough to get my hands on some of that.”

From that point, our discussion slows down considerably. Sure, they still ask a lot of questions, but the chat gets more casual and less like an interrogation. They might not even notice when both of them start showing more honest interest in my stories than only in who and what I am. Cecil inquires about my adventuring and mercenary experience while Daisy tries to probe my artefact background, but we end up talking a lot about our respective lives through that.

Since our party is much bigger now, we take a bit longer to cover the same distance as before. Still, we arrive at the spot we had first camped around late evening, deciding to take a night there. The area has already been confirmed to be relatively safe by the three of us. Save for the small ambush point we have already passed.

The Oreads make another appearance, happily helping me out with the chores. Daisy watches them like a hawk, and even finds enough courage to approach one of the stone ladies, but from what I can hear, she gets shot down politely, told to speak to me if she wishes anything of them. That focuses all her attention on me again as I weave between the nude beauties and build the pavilion with them.

Receiving a few cordial pecks and slaps on the ass for their help, the cheeky Nymphs return to the ground. Our important princess takes that chance to saunter up to me with an inquisitive gaze.

“Why do they seem so infatuated with you?” Daisy wonders out loud. “Oreads are supposed to be more solitary creatures, preying on males near their dens deep in the mountains. Yet, they are out here, in the wilds, obediently doing things for you while… intently shaking their assets.”

I laugh merrily at her observations. “Sometimes it pays to be kind to others without any hidden agenda. Plus, I might have won a little bet with their caretaker once in the past. That seemed to impress them.”

“You slept with a Nymph and lived?” As expected, she catches on momentarily, that astute cutie.

My response is something akin to tongue out and a shrug.

Maybe, maybe not.

“Nevertheless, get in. All of you. Make yourselves comfortable in the common chamber while I finish adding the safety measures.” I dust off my hands, ignoring her adorable squint. “That reminds me, how did you know about the tent? It should have been invisible to the naked eye.”

“I’ll tell you if you answer one of my questions honestly.” Daisy smirks deviously.

“Sure. But it depends on the question itself.” I turn to her with my hands on my hips.

“It’s the same one from earlier,” she replies shrewdly.

“Yes, I fucked her so hard she wasn’t able to move for half an hour, just lying there, twitching, and leaking cum from all holes. Since then, the others have been itching for some of that magic cock.” I try to mess with her a bit by being extremely crude. “But, that’s not the only reason why they are happy to aid me.”

My attempt succeeds only partially as she valiantly holds eye contact with me even as her graceful cheeks grow redder and redder with each graphic word. Turns out, she isn’t completely immune to dirty things.

“Your turn.” I raise a brow at her, watching Daisy’s cheeks truly blossom. “To answer, I mean.”

Blinking owlishly, she finally comes out of her imagination and sneers at me. “I knew perfectly well what you meant, you gross pervert! My Class lets me sense mana more accurately than others can and I felt it ripple as we were passing!”

“Ah. That’s understandable. I don’t think we have any countermeasures for innate talents like that.” I tap my chin ponderingly. “Thanks for the feedback. I’ll pass it on to the creator to have that covered. Now, excuse me.”

“I’m going to watch.” The petite heiress stomps after me as I move away.

“What if I’m going to take a piss?” I glance at her over my shoulder.

Her steps falter, her hand going to a dagger at her side. “You whip that thing out in front of me and I’ll cut it off!”

Laughing again, I proceed to lay the traps and alarms while the others file into the pavilion. Accurate to her words, the pretty scholar observes closely as I set up a few artefacts here and there, turning this place into a small magical fortress. She tries to drill holes in my back as we walk to the tent.

After getting in, she forgets about everything else temporarily and marvels over the spacious interior, getting a real chance to understand what she has seen during our first interaction. Her guards look just as mesmerised, and no one blames them. Cecil is standing off to the side and having fun watching their reactions.

“Attention, please. This establishment has two guest rooms with personal bathrooms and one common room with a shared toilet, a kitchenette, and everything else you can see around.” I gesture at our surroundings. “Lady Daisy shall receive the western quarters while Lady Cecil has already claimed the eastern side. As for you, my brave compatriots, make yourself at home in the middle area. There are enough couches and furs to suit everyone, and there are more things for sleepovers in the boxes out there. Each section is silenced at night, so don’t worry about snoring or being loud in any other way.”

“What about you?” The raven-haired warrior tilts her head.

“Obviously, I’m staying with—”

“I’ll graciously allow you to rest in my quarters,” Daisy declares while peering into her section. “It’s quite spacious, and all of this belongs to you so it’s only natural you should be able to fully enjoy the benefits this locum provides.”

“W-What?” Cecil chokes at that, then marches to the middle. “He is my personal escort, so it’s obvious he is going to sleep with me!”

“I didn’t know the Patriarch’s only daughter had it this bad for Humans.” Coming to face her, the bookish girl grins as her rival catches the implication of her own wording and turns crimson. “I’m the most important person here, so if he is going to watch over anyone, it should naturally be me.”

“You have four sentries! Just take one!” The rugged female swipes her arm at the group of males. “Or all of them at once if that’s what you are into.”

It’s Daisy’s turn to blush furiously. “You are dreaming if you think I’m letting any of those fat hairy things into my room! It’s making me want to puke just at the thought of one!”

Oof.

I’m sorry, my bros.

You didn’t deserve that.

But when women get into a catfight like this, no one is safe from the collateral.

And I have to agree, you could take slightly better care of your beards.

Before the entire tent combusts with flames of rage, I step between the two. “My job is to keep everyone safe, but I did promise the Patriarch to keep his daughter well-cared for, so I’m obliged to go with her if she requests it. My apologies, Lady Daisy.”

Looking taken aback that I have the audacity to deny her, the slender girl gazes into my eyes vehemently before huffing in annoyance and retreating to her assigned bedroom, zipping the entrance shut.

You can’t win them all.

Yeah, I could have said I’m going to stay with the guys as I intended to, but someone needs to curb the princess’ expectations a bit if she’s going to work with us in the future. At one point, she gotta learn that not everything she says goes. There is an order to some things, and she can’t disturb it on a whim.

Now, if she had used that cunning intellect of hers to come up with some reasonable excuses, I might have succumbed. Cecil needs to understand that she can’t treat me like a pet just because I’m technically protecting her for her dad. If she mistreats me, I’m just gonna leave like anyone else.

Today, however, she gets her way, even if the result makes her somewhat uncertain after all the ashes and debris from the battle fall down. I hold the flap open for her and encourage the stocky lady inside. After some insisting, she goes to wash herself first, coming out in her usual combo of a loose top that cuts off at her midriff and a pair of tight panties. Acting as respectfully as I can, I take my turn, not bothering to hurry without anyone waiting to get theirs after me.

Done with everything, I walk back into the bedroom in my shorts and a towel over my shoulders. Cecil sits on the edge of the bed while swinging her short legs off it, clearly in wait. Her attention snaps to me right away.

“I’m gonna take that sofa facing outside. Let me know if you need something.” I incline my head towards my target.

She snorts knowingly. “Can’t trust yourself to sleep next to a female without losing control of your male urges?”

Her eyes slide down my front until they reach my bulge.

Having an idea of what’s going through her mind as she stares at it, I roll my eyes. “No, I already told you they are different.”

She flinches as I clearly hit the mark, then shows a derogatory smile. “I bet. You must be so ashamed of it if you are trying to keep so much distance between us.”

I deadpan at her in silence.

“Should I inform you about the fact that I usually sleep naked?” I cock my hip to the side.

Cecil’s gaze flicks up to meet mine after following the motion. “You don’t have the balls.”

Fuck it, we ball.

With a thought, only the towel around my neck remains, though it could have hung from something else as it presents itself at half mast, which I allowed just in case she takes it this far.

The short lady instantly locks on it, her eyes widening to the brim. It takes her a few seconds, but she doesn’t quit yet, dragging her focus back up with visible effort.

“Knew it.” She tries to force out a smug smile even as her cheeks flush crimson. “No wonder you were scared to show off. It ain’t much, even for a Human.”

Sighing inwardly, I allow my little friend to grow.

That fact doesn’t escape my roommate, and she watches the process as it passes through all the stages up to the final form. I catch her swallow thickly as she peers right into the boldly saluting pillar. Pretty sure I spot slightly sharper points pierce into her top at the same time.

When the quiet tension lasts for way too long, I snort to the side. “Look what you have done. It’s all your fault. Now I have to take care of this before bed or I won’t be able to sleep.”

Turning around, the sudden switch from my cock to my ass wakes her up. I hear feet land on the wooden panels as she jumps off the bed.

“There’s an attractive girl in front of you and you choose to go and jerk off instead?” Cecil looks downright offended as she takes a few steps after me.

I turn back to look at her, and to her credit, she only peeks down for a second at my profile before glaring at my face, her fingers curled into fists by her sides.

“Cecil.” I match her with a firm and neutral expression. “As you have said, I’m your escort. Helping out your father, the Patriarch. Whose daughter—”

“So, you are just like all of them, aren’t you?” She scowls at me, but I detect something else in there, like the tiniest trace of genuine hurt. “Daughter this, daughter that. Patriarch this, Patriarch that. You can all talk mad shit but when it comes to man up your cocks suddenly wilt at the thought of offending the great leader whose wife popped up a female heir. If I was a guy, women would be lining themselves up to get fucked every night out in the wilds, but because I’m a girl, suddenly it’s the greatest offense known to Dwarf to get in there? Fucking pathetic! Complete bullshit! Fuck you and every single male in this Goddess-forsaken world!”

I remain silent while she pants for air after her abrupt outburst, finishing her rant with a vicious snarl.

Then, I finally manage to grasp the full picture.

“You wanted an adventurous life. The whole adventurer package with traveling, sightseeing, exploring, fighting, and most importantly, fucking.” A small smile curls my lips up as I put the pieces into a whole, more and more impressed with the fierce girl. “But your father only agreed to make you an enforcer so you could have an escort of trusted people around. And you are too honest to run away or even lie about your identity to other mercenaries that you might have worked with during your journeys, not wanting to put them in danger out of pure selfishness. You try to make yourself look rough and vulgar, but deep down, you are an honorable and kind person.”

Her sharp jaw turns quite pronounced as she grinds her teeth together at my recount.

“Now I get how someone this free-spirited and boisterous is still a virgin,” I add, nodding my head in understanding.

All I hear is a growl, and there’s suddenly a Dwarf on top of me, taking me to the floor. We roll on the ground for a moment before Cecil succeeds in getting me below her. She practically mounts me while latching her fingers around my neck, her furious face peering at me from above.

“How the fuck do you know that?!” she bellows.

“One of my weird abilities,” I answer honestly, surprising her with how easy I’m able to talk as she does her best to choke me. “I apologise for blurting it out like that. I didn’t mean to rub it in your face. Speaking of rubbing, though…”

Frowning, she looks down at our bodies and finds me pressed quite heavily into her. With the lucky difference of one person still wearing their underwear. Nonetheless, the hard pole is snugly embraced by the two plump cushions that it’s resting between, enjoying the heat transferred into it.

Instead of jumping away, lashing out, or starting to stammer bashfully, Cecil breaks all my expectations and stays where she is. Well, almost. I can tell from the sensation that part of her is moving. The damp cloth that seems to be traveling up and down my length makes it more than obvious.

Feeling a little bit bad for it, I still interrupt my entranced friend’s fun and roll us over. She gasps quietly, not expecting me to be this strong. We end up in an equally improper position, with my member resting against her panties with her legs open. She doesn’t fight it, though. Her palms release my neck and move to hold onto my arms as she gazes expectantly at me.

“What are you going to do… now?” Cecil asks, swallowing softly.

Offering her a gentle smile, I shake my head. “Certainly not take advantage of a distressed lady.”

She stares at me in a bit of disbelief as I sit up and offer her a hand. Letting out a deep sigh, she accepts it and joins me, but her face turns away. She’s blinking a little faster than usual, which I don’t miss.

“Cecil,” I call to her, and she glances back at me, her eyes a tad more shiny in the warm light. “You are a gorgeous woman that many men dream of having even once in their lives. A badass beauty with a killer body, lots of courage, not afraid to speak up, and even caring under all that hardened adventuring persona. If you are looking for a quick one-and-done, I will help you after you ask properly one more time. But, if it’s something deeper that you want, you must understand that I’m not just some normal guy. Being with me might change your whole life, the least of it is having to be one of many wives or partners I already have. If you convince me that’s what you want and that you are certain about it, I’ll do anything you want. But not before.”

She bites into her lip while listening, then gives me a small nod as she wipes the corner of her eye. “I understand… I’ll think about it… I’m not sure if I would be fine with things staying… just casual…”

We sit together like that for a while, my hand subconsciously drifting to her hair and stroking her head. But, she doesn’t swat it away, letting me brush her dreaded hair.

Looking at this always confident and strong girl slump pitifully like that tugs at the strings of my heart a bit, though.

Ultimately, I’m just way too soft.

“I’ll let you suck on it a little.” I sigh in resignation.

Cecil perks up immediately, her face brightening as she again looks at me. “Really?”

Nodding, I get us up and bring her to the bed by hand. The moment I sit down, she is already slipping between my legs, laser-focused on my stiff cock. But, she doesn’t jump at it right away, taking glances at it and my face in turns as the thick member stands proud in front of her nose.

“No swallowing, though.” I warn her.

“Why?” She frowns, but those brows rise soon after. “Your abilities. They have something to do with it, and you don’t want them to influence my decision.”

Is every woman in this damned family so fucking smart?

“I’m just going to lick it a tiny bit. Promise.” Cecil takes me into her hand and languidly rubs her rough fingers along the shaft. “I’ll back off as you tell me when.”

I can respect that. She understands boundaries.

As she leans in after not hearing any more rules, she takes note of something else, backing off again.

“Should I take my top off?” The warrior girl tugs at her clothing.

“You don’t have to, but if you want to show them, I’m not going to stop you.” I grin at her.

Matching my grin and getting back into her usual self a bit more, she pulls her upper garments over her head, making her full and round breasts bounce deliciously. They are as hefty as I remember, displaying their youthful firmness that defies common logic. Athletic otherworldly ladies have it so good.

“I’m sorry for overreacting back then,” she adds with a snicker, giving them a few more bounces with her hands.

“Nah. It was a good reaction.” I wink at her. “This is different. They are very pretty. Your entire body is. I can tell how much you train. And no, it doesn’t make you less desirable. You are hot and better remember that.”

“Thank you.” Cecil inclines her head and uses that as an excuse to drag her tongue over me for the first time.

I let her play around since this isn’t anything too serious yet. The fierce girl observes me intently while kissing, nibbling, and licking my dick all over. It’s all new to her, and she clearly enjoys figuring out what to do while also having fun just tonguing my mast. I can feel her curious excitement even under her rough exterior, which is now fully back.

Receiving my permission, the badass lass gives the tip a few testing sucks too before bobbing her head a little. She needs a moment to find a good angle as Human cock takes quite a bit of space between her considerable for her stature but still fairly small lips. Because Dwarf dicks are much wider rather than longer, I think I can tell why my offer has raised her spirits so much. She most likely didn’t think she would get to experience this in a pleasant way.

We spend a few minutes with her just exploring it and me providing some hints here and there. Even as thrilled as she is, Cecil continues respectfully, often making sure I’m not cumming just yet so that she doesn’t break her word. She doesn’t know I can control that yet, so I don’t intend to prolong it too much.

“You should move out of the way now.” I graze her cheek to guide her back off my tip.

“Not even on my face?” She asks hopefully.

“Yeah? And can you trust yourself not to take even one curious lick?” I quote her.

Sporting a fair blush, Cecil doesn’t answer. Obediently leaning to the left, she doubles her efforts in jerking me off. Announcing myself with a soft grunt, I let her witness a release from up close. Her mouth opens in awe as ropes of pearly seed fly past her head one after another. The volume is more than just impressive, the delivery going on for a while.

After it’s done, she turns around to look at the mess. “It feels like such a waste for all of it to land on the floo—”

But, she pauses when my cum rests atop something grayish instead of the wooden panels. The feminine front of one cheeky Oread is very clearly covered from top to bottom in my offering as she holds the ripped-off boards in her hands. Letting out a sweet giggle, the Nymph descends into the earth and closes the gap she has opened in our flooring.

Cecil gapes at the scene for a good few seconds before glancing up at me and snorting. “My first hard-earned load stolen by some magical slut… What a story…”

“Look at it from the bright side. We don’t have to do any cleaning.” I get up while giving her a few pats.

Before I can summon my underwear back, I hear rustling and find my companion slipping her panties off. I catch the briefest flash of her quite alluring slit, which is glistening a lot, adorned by some dark forests before it's again mostly obstructed by her strong thighs and butt.

“I sleep naked too.” Cecil throws over her shoulder with a big smile.

Giving me enough time to appreciate her backside, she jumps under the covers, smacking the bed next to her.

Seriously...

Maybe I shouldn’t have offered her that confidence-boosting blowjob…