The wagon wheels creaked in steady rhythm over the packed dirt road, dust rising in lazy clouds behind them. The sun had climbed high, beating down on the open countryside rolling green hills dotted with grazing sheep, occasional stands of oak and birch, and the distant purple line of mountains that marked the approach to Eldoria. The guards rode ahead and behind, eyes sharp on the chained raiders in the wagon bed, who sat sullen and silent under the weight of iron and defeat.
Alex rode at the rear of the small column, the bay gelding moving with easy, powerful strides. Mara sat pillion behind him, thighs snug against his hips, arms wrapped loosely around his waist. Her cheek rested against his broad back, but her hands had wandered lower some time ago, slipping beneath the edge of his tunic, then boldly into the front laces of his trousers.
He didn't stop her.
The road was quiet enough here no other travelers in sight, the guards focused forward, the chief dozing lightly on the wagon seat. Alex kept his voice low, casual, as though they were discussing nothing more intimate than the weather.
"So, tell me about Eldoria," he said, one hand resting on the pommel while the other reached back to stroke Mara's thigh under her skirts. "Big city?"
Mara hummed an affirmative around the thick length currently filling her mouth. She had shifted position a few minutes earlier, sliding down behind him on the saddle, knees braced on the blanket he'd draped over the horse's rump for exactly this purpose. Her lips sealed tight around him, tongue swirling slow, lazy circles along the underside as she bobbed gently. Every so often she took him deeper, throat relaxing to swallow another inch, then pulled back to lavish attention on the sensitive head with soft, wet kisses.
Alex's breath hitched, but his voice stayed steady. "How big? Bigger than Willowbrook, obviously."
She popped off just long enough to answer, voice muffled and breathy against his skin. "Much bigger, hero. Walls three times as high. Towers. Markets that never close. Taverns, bathhouses, fighting pits… everything." She licked a long stripe from base to tip before taking him back in, sucking happily as she continued. The wet sounds were faint under the creak of leather and hoofbeats, but unmistakable to anyone who might glance back.
Alex grinned, hips rocking subtly to match her rhythm. "And the slave market? Chief said it's good coin."
Mara moaned softly around him, the vibration traveling straight to his balls. She pulled back again, lips shiny, cheeks flushed from the effort and the heat. "It's in the lower ward, near the river docks. Big square with platforms. Auctioneers call out prices like they're selling cattle. Men, women, beastkin, elves… all kinds. Buyers come from everywhere mercenary companies, nobles, pleasure houses. If they look strong or pretty, the bids go high."
She dove back down, taking him to the root this time, nose pressed to his pelvis. Alex let out a quiet groan, fingers tightening in her braid to hold her there for a few heartbeats before letting her up for air.
"Pleasure houses," he repeated, voice rougher now. "They buy slaves for… entertainment?"
Mara nodded eagerly, stroking him with both hands while she caught her breath. "The best ones do. High-end places in the silk district. Girls—and boys—trained to please. Some buyers want fighters for the pits, some want workers, but plenty want bed-warmers. A pretty elf or a curvy human like me…" She trailed off, licking her lips. "They fetch two, three hundred gold easy. More if they're skilled."
Alex's cock throbbed in her grip. "You sound like you've thought about it."
She laughed softly, low and teasing. "I've heard stories, hero. Girls from nearby villages who got taken or sold themselves for a better life. Some come back rich. Most don't come back at all." She leaned in and sucked him deep again, cheeks hollowing, eyes flicking up to meet his over his shoulder. "But you… you could buy whoever you wanted. Keep them. Train them. Whatever pleased you."
The words hit like a spark to dry tinder. Alex's free hand slid back, cupping the back of her head, guiding her pace a little faster now. "Keep talking," he ordered quietly. "Tell me what I could buy."
Mara obeyed between eager sucks, words spilling out muffled and wet. "A fierce beastkin girl, tiger stripes, claws, tail—two hundred gold, maybe. She'd fight for you by day, ride you by night. Or an elf maiden, silver hair, delicate, magic in her veins three hundred or more. They say elves feel everything deeper… tighter…" She demonstrated by squeezing her lips and throat around him, milking hard.
Alex's hips jerked involuntarily. "Fuck… keep going."
"Or a human like me," she continued, popping off to stroke him fast and slick with spit. "But younger. Virgin, maybe. Shy at first, then eager once you break her in. Or a pair, sisters, twins—bought together so they never have to be apart. They'll do anything to stay with each other… anything you command."
Her tongue flicked rapidly over the slit, collecting the steady leak of precum. Alex's breathing had grown ragged; the saddle leather creaked under the subtle rock of his hips.
"You like that idea, hero?" Mara whispered, voice thick with her own arousal. "Owning them? Fucking them while I watch? Making me lick them clean after?"
The filthy words pushed him closer. He tangled his fingers tighter in her hair. "Yes. All of it."
She dove back down, sucking with renewed hunger fast, sloppy, devoted. One hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently; the other braced on his thigh for leverage. Alex felt the pressure coil tight in his gut, heat spreading outward.
"Gonna come," he warned, voice strained. "Swallow every drop, Mara. Show your hero how grateful you are for the ride."
She moaned in answer, the sound vibrating through him. Her head moved faster, throat working to take him deeper with every bob. Alex's control snapped. He thrust shallowly into her mouth, holding her head in place as he spilled hot, thick pulses that she swallowed greedily, not missing a single drop. She kept sucking softly through the aftershocks, milking him dry until he was spent and sensitive.
Only then did she pull off slowly, licking her swollen lips with a satisfied little hum. She nuzzled against his softening cock for a moment before tucking him carefully back into his trousers, lacing them up with gentle fingers.
Alex exhaled long and slow, the tension easing from his shoulders. He reached back, pulled her up so she was straddling behind him again, her arms around his waist.
"Good girl," he murmured, turning his head to kiss her. She melted into it, whimpering softly.
Ahead, the road curved toward a distant line of stone walls and rising smoke—Eldoria drawing closer with every hoofbeat.
Mara rested her chin on his shoulder, voice a contented whisper. "We'll be there by tomorrow, hero. Then you can start collecting more than just gratitude."
Alex smirked, squeezing her thigh. "Damn right."
The column rolled on, the promise of gold, power, and pleasure waiting just over the next rise.
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