Edited by: KenChi死

The world around me was blurry. My consciousness was vanishing and appearing again whenever it pleased, which made me witness situation I had no idea how I got myself involved into. The last few things were that I was being lead, almost dragged, by some bulky men and Rogue to a brothel, then parts of the conversations with Madam Godanm – the owner of already mentioned facility.

And then, suddenly, my mind became completely clear. As if there never was such a thing like tiredness from the journey nor stress. My thoughts were no longer galloping like a crazy herd, vision was no longer blurry and head was no longer aching. Like it never happened.

I was sitting in the cozy room, pretty small, but it only gave it even more charm.

“Hello, sir…” I heard someone calling softly “… I will keep you company. If you have need to do so, you can call me however you wish, in other case, I am Diavora.

She was young, maybe not even 20 years old, had very pale-white skin and jet black hair and naturally blood-red lips. Very exotic individual.

I didn’t answer. I was simply too busy admiring her beauty. The smell of incense was helping me relax, to not worry and rest.

She had no problems with my lack of an answer at all. Maybe, because of that, she thought that I am less into a talking?

In the very end she moved her hands in front of her and slowly, sensually began to untie the knot that kept her semi-transparent robe from revealing her body. Then with a slow shrug she made it fall on the ground, and then she approached me.

And I was there, stupefied, watching her coming closer and closer. Her bosom wasn’t big, her waist was thin and had her hips nicely curved.

Her hands skillfully get rid of my clothing, and with gentle push she forced me to sit on the chair behind me, then she sat a top of me and press her body on mine. I laid my hands on her back, examining bones that could be barely felt behind her skin. Each move and each touch sent a shiver through my skin, I felt heat gathering in my chest, it was slowly getting hard to breath.

I had no idea when she kissed me, all I could focus on back them was only her taste, so sweet, yet leaving a bitter aftertaste when our lips parted, which only made you desire her sweetness once again.

Her fingers were massaging gently my shoulders, there was no act of sex up until then, which made my desires building up. It got to hot, I start panting and after a second or two I couldn’t stand the passion that was skillfully being raised.

I leaned forward and started licking her all over her neck. She shivered for a moment or two, but then she allowed me to do as I pleased. Our arms that held each other behind the backs strengthened their grip, pushing us even more into each other allowing us to bask in our raising heat.

I got enough. Enough of teasing. The touch of her warm, yet wet, sweaty skin proved to much for me, something that she noticed.

She grasped me with her legs by my waist, she lifted herself a little and impaled on me.

My hunger of her heat was eased for few more moments as I enjoyed a new sensation. I hear her moan quietly, she sat like that getting used to it for a few dozen seconds before she start rocking back and forth lightly.

Another teasing? The way she placed her arms and legs made me pretty much unable of move on my own, making my pleasure completely dependent of her action. I grunted in dissatisfaction, my heart was pounding, my skin was being tormented by cascades of warm, yet my pleasure was reduced to a minimum. I tried moving on my own, each time I raised my hips to meet her she stopped her actions, driving me into almost painful madness.

“There, there…” I heard her once again “… don’t struggle my dear, and leave everything to me. I will not disappoint you, just sit there, relax, and focus on the beat of our heats…” I heard her coos.

Relax? It’s impossible! The sensation of what is right in front of me is simply too much! I am so thirsty, yet you let me drink only drop after drop?

As if answering my needs she speed up a little. Back and forth, back and forth. Up until now I wasn’t looking her in the eyes, maybe because she was a stranger to me? How foolish of me, if she is a stranger, then there is nothing to be ashamed of… I raised my head and our eyes met. Apparently she was watching my face all this time.

Her eyes were also so beautiful, light blue, those were probably usually cold, but now they were filled with passion and excitement. When I looked at her she smiled gently.

For a moment she paused, changed the way she was sitting, raised her bit higher than usually and slammed down. Finally my needs were being truly met.

Her pale face became blushed… maybe it was because of excitement, or because of all those moves she made.

I placed my hands on her waist helping her move.

I felt the pleasure building up, then reaching its peak.

With one last thrust she finished the act. She sat there for few more moments with her forehead placed on my shoulder.

“Not bad…” she panted “… well, feel free to drop by anytime you wo…”

~… that silly girl thinks that we are done? She does, doesn’t she? Oh, I can’t wait to see her face when she would notice that… o-ho, looks like she noticed.

“I…is something wrong?” She said puzzled.

The relief which I felt a moment ago vanished completely leaving me with even greater need. My whole muscles tensed she noticed that, her mouth was opened as if she wanted to say something more, but I was no longer myself. I grabbed her firmly by the waist, raised her and impaled back, all this while moving by myself to.

She yelled quietly in surprise. After a few more moves she began cooperating again. The playful sparks appeared in her eyes.

So she wasn’t satisfied either? That’s perfect.

The room wasn’t soundproof, if the door was left open and someone would walk past, he or she could hear a moans timed with sound of flesh hitting flesh. But such speculations are futile, in the end Pink Ether valued two things: one, the guest had to stay anonymous, no one ever saw anyone. What happens in Pink Ether, stays in Pink Ether; the other one was that guests were not to be disturbed. All those things allowed them to get what they truly yearned – a true relax. Understanding and relief.

Diavora without losing tempo leaned again and kissed me, far more aggressively than before, I returned every single one of them.

The world became blurry yet another time, both of us increased the temp reaching yet another climax. Her scream almost left me deaf; she rested completely on me breathing heavily. She looked at me one more time, kissed me yet again, and after parting our lips she said

“..N…now, that doesn’t happen often… I almost feel bad for making you pay me…”

~Again? I can’t say, her overconfidence in her ability is cute… whatever, we have so much more passion stored. Together with grief, anger, sorrow… Come here little morsel, don’t be a-fraid…

Once again, the desired filled me. It was painful! The heat within me was no longer a flame of desire but rather a raging inferno of passion.

~Whoops! Pardon me! I unleashed a bit too much this time try bearing with this…

I will be fine…

~Hm? Not you host… I was talking to this poor girl.

Ah… yes… she was still here… of course she was, I never stopped holding her precious body. Her wonderful taste, the touch of her smooth skin, even her smell, everything about her is so wonderful…

“Hey…” I heard her giggling a little “… you can let me go, already… or no, wait. I want to snuggle and cuddle with you a little bit more… In the end we still have some more time, don’t we?”

Forgive me, but I am not going to just hug… not yet.

I corrected my grip, and without letting her slip, I raised from the chair, still holding her in arms and with her legs around my waist.

“Hm? What are you doing?” I moved her on the bed, laying her gently, and once again looked her into the eyes just before… “… Y…you must be kidding me…” I starting to move yet another time.

This time I lost myself in pleasure and desire. I was barely paying attention to my lover, no – I wasn’t hurting her, but soon enough I truly brought the animals that were sleeping deeply inside of us to the surface of our minds.

I don’t remember when she dug her nails in my back; I noticed that fact only when I saw a red stains on her fingers. I don’t remember how many times she bite my shoulder as she was looking for relief from the intense stimulation.

I can no longer count how many time I was bringing both of us over the edge. All I can remember was when I was laying next to her on the bed, with each and every one of my muscles burning in pain more than after most cruel training under the eye of Sebastian. For a few minutes good I couldn’t move at all. I moved my head toward my partner. She fainted. Lucky her, I wanted to fall asleep too.

But I couldn’t stay there much longer, so I began to use regeneration magic in myself to replenish my stamina, which amount was dangerously close to 0.

After a few more minutes I got up, washed myself in a big barrel that was located near the door, got myself dressed and left the room, after leaving a “small” tip in the room.

(ED: That was… intense)

As I shut the door behind me, I allowed myself to leave the facility. But as I was halfway to my destination, from behind the door that apparently was leading to the office, the owner came out.

“Hm? Leaving now? You took your time sweety, but thats nothing to be ashamed of. My girls can be demanding.” “Ah, indeed, more then I could hope for. I know that it may be a bit awkward now, but let me tell those words that I have shamelessly forgot to say: It’s my pleasure to finally meet you, Rogue mentioned you a few times in our conversation and he was speaking very highly about you.”

She blinked quickly for a second or two, nothing to be surprised for. She encountered me when I wasn’t in my best condition. Funny… the world became so much more peaceful. So peaceful and quiet. My senses once again reaching a new level of sensitiveness, but this time it’s no longer painful… I can clearly smell the strong alcohol from behind the door at the end of the corridor. Dirty vodka with a pinch of ginger and honey. If I would sense that two weeks ago, I would be struggling not to puke.

“Ah yes, the pleasure is mine too. Pardon my astonishment , but…” “… You were not believing Rogue when he called me a competent individual…” “Oh, I would never…” “It’s ok. It is more than understandable. There is nothing I can say to defend the poor condition of myself, which I have shown during our previous conversation. I may only wish, that it wouldn’t happen ever again. I really look forward on working with you in the future… I can’t give nor promise much, as we are barely starting our activity and I am afraid that for the nearest future we may generate more loss than profits… but to repay for the good way I was treated here, I can only promise that when the factory starts working, I would give you some nice discount on all kinds of potions… and as we would have a basic portfolio of products made, feal free to ask us to create a potion that you would like to use… all for half-price, of course.”

From surprise to disbelief, and from disbelief to happiness which she tried to carefully hide. Tried. Nothing works as good as a promise of further compensations.

“Oh, I am overjoyed to hear that… But only half-price? Can’t we negotiate better terms?”

It was a joke. Not even hidden one.

“For such generous and beautiful woman like yourself? I wouldn’t mind paying you for using my potions. But, depending on the potion, ingredients may be more or less easy to gather. In that case I would be simply forced to get reimbursement for money spent on collecting those. But there would be no production fee nor any other cost, this is something I can ensure you… But… could I ask for…” “We will keep doing our job. Every more useful information is being sent in reports to Rouge. But from now onward we will keep listening with care for every possible information concerning you and anything you desire.” “Oh, I am more than grateful for that.”

I smiled yet another time and after bowing in farewell, I left the building and began marching back to the guild, all of this while contemplating the pain for my body.

The agenda for the rest of the day – get back, cash money for the quest, eat dinner, go to bed. Wake up next morning full of strength and vigor to keep conquering the world!... or so was my plan, because right after I crossed the doorstep of the guild I heard from behind the counter the voice of Mike

“Ay! Good to see you! Gisele told us that some shady men took you for… rehab? Not me to judge, good to see that you are doing well… But there is someone that I wish to talk with you… normally I would throw them outside of the guild, especially because of their attitude… but… ah, you will see by yourself. They await you in the inn section… You better not keep them waiting…”

He got my curiosity. I, as the vigilant hunter, tied first to get some more information, but Mike even more forcefully began to point me the direction. Something really urgent, I guess. So I did as he asked.

The smell of alcohol was suffocating, yet even as I was walking through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil…

“Bring me another mug, you maggot!..” I heard a very angry, very drunk and very familiar voice. The one I actually hoped to hear never again… or at least not for a few more decades “… how long that lil bastard gona’ make us wait?!” “Sir, I think that he doesn’t even know that…” “Silence maggot!”

In the middle of the inn, the whole table was occupied but several dwarves. The food and mug was pilling atop of it. The loudest of the bunch was someone I managed to insult. The second son of the dwarven king, the best blacksmith on the continent.

The guy I manages to pissed off already