The Fall Of The Tribes
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“How about I place this in your hands as a deposit in exchange for that hour. If you don’t enjoy yourself I don’t get it back, if you do enjoy yourself then I get it back, simple.” I say with open palms.
But it’s not simple to her, she was enjoying my company and was being entertained within my presence when she only thought I was a whore she had bought for that very purpose. But now I’ve become a potential trader, a negotiation partner, almost a peer depending on how well I play the game.
“Fine.” Bahar says simply, already standing and extending her hand.
In her eyes a whore she has paid to fuck is gonna fuck her anyways but instead pay her afterwards.
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The first spank is hard but takes her by surprise as she squills and blinks repeatedly. Not sure whether or not this was really a good idea anymore as her bear bottom cheek reddens visibly. The second spank makes her scream out loud as my hand slaps into her, now she starts to squirm in my lap but can’t get anywhere.
The third slap causes an involuntary squil she has probably never heard coming from her mouth. She protests that this is too much and that I should pause for a moment and not hit as hard. I don’t pause but instead I push down on her back bending her back down onto the couch I’m sitting on.
The fourth slap is followed in quick succession by a fifth. She knows I’m serious now, protesting loudly and squirming trying to get away from me. She is threatening me with reprisals even as she’s dreading that next slap.
I hit her pink bottom hard again and she pees a little with her scream. Probably never before having felt such pain, to feel so helpless in someone else’s hands. There are tears now flowing down her eyes but she is still angry, very angry.
I hit her again and she squeals and another squirt of urine wets my lap. She is embarrassed, tears are rolling down her face and she is now begging, trying to placate me with promises between snorts and hiccups. It’s a heart breaking sight and if I hadn’t done this and seen it done before I’d probably stop at this stage.
But I spank her again and again, her bladder fully releasing even as I rub her bright red bottom and before spanking her again. I control her fully, control her pain and make her come to understand that she is in my hands at my mercy.
I feel the point at which she just gives up trying to get away and surrenders. She accepts that I have control over her and there is nothing she can do to stop me from doing what I want even as she cries through the pain. I’m rubbing her bottom and her lower back at this point as snot and tears fall from her face.
I caress her with my hands and my aura as she shakes visibly with her crying, having surrendered to someone for the first time in her life. I convey to her how safe she is in my presence with my aura as I keep repeating, ‘it’s okey, you did good. It’s over now, you were a good girl.’ over and over to her which seems to be causing her to cry harder.
I pull her off my lap and into my naked chest as I comfort her, letting her cry on my shoulder like a wailing child. My pants are drenched in urine but we are skin to skin as she is now straddling me with her naked chest to my naked chest for warmth and comfort.
Pants stay on during this exercise as this may not always end up sexual but more of a way to release stress and built up tension. I’m as hard as a rock inside my pants but I just hold her, making her feel safe until she calms down slowly over time and eventually falls asleep.
I take her to my bed that has my scent on it and place her there. I change pants wiping her and myself down before getting into bed with her and cuddling intimately. She sleeps for hours, completely exhausted from the ordeal.
Chapter 117
Sachihiro
I’m with priestess Elga who has requested an acolyte to service one of the big wigs of the temple. As such she has taken two recommendations and is to test both our expertise I assume. I stand before her naked and rock hard as she walks around me inspecting my entire body like a trainer inspecting a prized horse.
“Priestess Orval praises your prowess greatly.” She says standing behind me running her warm hands up and down my back.
“Yes well, I’ve Awakened to sex whilst many of the other’s haven’t. Its expected that I’d have the advantage over them.” I responds smoothly.
She is gorgeous, all the Priestesses are gorgeous and I think my cock may break from being this hard. I have been put on a ten day sex fast as abstinence is also part of the training, sex isn’t always the answer. But as a sex Awakened I’ve realised that not having sex is more difficult for me than the others.
“Priestess Orval would not recommend you only for your natural advantages but also attentiveness and compassion for this task. Are you compassionate Acolyte Sachihiro?”
Her hands trail down to my buttons and caresses my muscles there before going down to my thighs. She actually squats so she can run her hands down to my calf’s and feel them delicately. Whenever I’m horny I think my skin gets extra sensitive, how else could her hands feel so good?
“I don’t think I’m particularly compassionate no.” I say with a calm voice, the only obvious reaction to the pleasure the pulsing cock between my legs and the occasional involuntary shiver of a mucscle she touches.
“Really, that’s strange because that’s not what Gwen wrote in her report about her time with you.” She whispers in my ear and precum leaks from my cock at the mention of that name. I suspected they would have her give a report.
“She is under the care of an experienced Priest now. He will keep her with his clutch of submissives to be trained together. You should be proud that she has spoken of you with such praise, but I doubt you will ever see her again.”
I’m not sure whether she is trying to piss me off, or reassure me that Gwen is fine but my erection and her hands are distracting me from properly figuring it out. Or even figuring out how I feel about her words being spoken to me to properly feel my feelings. But we all have a poker face as the acolytes, it’s important not to show shock, or disgust on your face when you meet a greatly disfigured or ugly client for the first time.
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I don’t have sex with Elga that day and conclude that she is a bit mean. But Erisix does and I have to admit that the man is much more empathetic and compassionate than I am.
He doesn’t talk about who the client was and I don’t ask but I’m curious all the same. I try to network, its not easy trying to get along with people that aren’t warriors or have no warrior background. People that have never seen blood other than their own let alone a dead body.
I’m really not sure whether to feel sorry for such people for being so sheltered or praise their home nations and upbringing. People that initially came to the Brothel as a form of rebellion, or simply because they couldn’t think of anything better to do with their lives. I admit it’s a worthy calling being a Eros Priest or Priestess, but how could you not know what to do with an entire life?
I don’t understand most of my peers and so its actually the client’s I see that I start developing actual friendships with. Not all of them are young or attractive or Awakened or even wealthy as they tell me they donated with their time or expertise to be afforded the privilege of my services. Some aren’t even human.
But all are people I can hold a conversation with and I admit that Sive knows me well to be able to filter people towards me this accurately. I meet and laugh with new and interesting people but I do have to fight some of them with words and psychology in order to not always be a high class whore in their eyes. At this I don’t always succeed and I refuse the women I can’t convince to see past the circumstances of our introduction.
I still have a mission to fulfill after all, and building lasting relationships is part of that process. I can’t build lasting relationships with people that see me as less than they themselves are. Five months fly by in a breeze as a junior acolyte that learns the rituals and the things necessary to be an effective priest but I don’t really practice it much as I realise even the clients are a f
orm of training.
I learn this when Sive calls me in on the exact day I will have spent five months as a junior acolyte and tells me that Bahar has requested I service her at her manor. Not something that a junior acolyte is allowed to do, but senior acolytes leave on such assignments on a fairly regular basis.
“I told her you will need to spend at least a month as a senior acolyte serving the masses before you get to see private clients outside the temple grounds. She wrote a very confusing report about your time together, especially considering she only ever saw you three times.” Sive says with a questioning look.
“What did she write?” I hadn’t even been aware there are reports being written.
“She showered you with praise, referencing a time she spent alone in your rooms and of what a gentleman you were. It painted you in a very familial role with hardly any hints of erotism. Yet she expressed her desire to see you again even when you become a priest.
“Not an unheard of request and as a priest you will decide on your own, but it is very expensive to ask a priest to leave the temple even for a single day.”
I shrug. “She must have been satisfied then.” is all I say, poker face kept in check.
“Very well then. You are now a senior acolytes and as such your duties have changed, so will your training. This is your schedule, you have longer free time but the time that isn’t free you will likely be very busy.
“You will now start to be exposed to the occult secrets of the Brothel and I understand you may not be here strictly for helping people. Be careful Eros doesn’t keep you against your will once you start going through the rituals. Good luck.
And he is right I will need luck, because from here there is the danger of the occult. There is danger to my spirit itself that Eros/Erotica may not let me leave once I go through the spiritual rituals necessary for me to practice as a senior acolyte.
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As Senior Acolytes we have to learn the rites and rituals necessary to direct worship to Eros every time we provide any kind of sexual positive energies to a person be it healing energies, simple flirting, foreplay of any kind and especially the act of sex itself. And we have to receive the blessing of the deity on a fairly regular basis which helps increase our effectiveness during sex. Helping us not get fatigued of sex ourselves but maintain the pleasure and enthusiasm for the entire thing.
Which I at first didn’t think would be necessary for me at all, I mean what red blooded man would get tired of having sex with all the interesting beautiful women I am surrounded with? But I hadn’t taken into consideration the sheer volume of people that come to the Brothel for different needs to be met.
So many people need attention to the extent that the priests and priestesses mainly deal with those that need serious help or healing most of the time whilst us senior acolytes take care of the pleasure seekers and the typical needy or horny individuals or groups.
There is Mistress Ann for instance that uses the services of the temple regularly. A beautiful non-Awakened 69 year old woman that runs the whorehouse in the city proper but never sleeps with any of the paying customers. She is a beauty of an helf with flawless golden skin and rounded pert breasts with nipples almost as sensitive as her pointy ears.
Mistress Ann has become a regular of mine and the intimacy we share goes so much more beyond just sex that I wonder how the people of the brothel stay sane whilst establishing such intimate relationships with so many people. We are more than just having sex, there is intimacy between us, true intimacy as is the way of the Brothel and the blessing of it’s deity.
And its not just me that pleases her but as I lick her and bite her and make her moan my name in our private quarters she also brings me great joy and pleasure as well. Being deligent in her attention of me and all she knows of my body and tells. We can have conversations that last for hours between bouts of passionate sex that leave me confused by my genuine affection for her.
Something apparently everyone here at first struggles with before learning to accept it as natural. Its a natural state of being to love someone you are intimate with at that level on a regular basis, it is even necessary for the Brothel to be affective in doing what it does for people.
But the blessing of the sex deity also makes it possible to function through that affection without it being possessive or jealous. Making love to my regulars and missing them when they aren’t around but not having that hurt or longing associated with missing a valued lover. The teachings and lessons I’m learning here seem to be translating into what I consider my actual life as well.
It no longer hurts to miss my mates as I do but I’m glad that even with all these women I am having sex with I am still very much dedicated and devoted to my mates back home. I miss them, I miss them a lot but I am fine in missing them, in fact it makes me happy and being here just helps solidify my love for them instead of dilute it. The many blessings of the temple that go beyond just sex and fertility at work.
There are a lot of sexually broken people though and after a long conversation with some of them I know what they need. Or I refer them to a priest without it seeming like a rejection from me. There I times when I feel like the doors to the Brothel are doors to an infirmary, and I’m putting together broken people as Shea does.
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I make slow passionate love to young girl that has been mutilated by her own mother because she was too beautiful and was catching the eye of her lovers. I pay a lot of attention to her as she weeps both in shame and pleasure as I look beyond her scares.
I see a cute crude dwarf woman with a hairy chest and little whiskers of a beard on her chin. She likes it rough and I give it to her rough, hurting her with the size of my cock as it stretches her out painfully. I don’t really have control over the size of my cock I noticed long ago, but I’ve realised also that the size doesn’t change if the woman doesn’t want it to change.
I see an old woman who’s sexual days should have ended years ago. And we have to go through the apothecary before she is able to have sex. As a mundane she is at the end of her life, a life she had spent as a sex slave and all she wants is to keep having sex. She doesn’t even want to stop being addicted to it, if she could afford one she’d have a slave of her own to service her.
I service a young girl who’s father brings her in on a ten-daily basis and watches as we have sex with an erection of his own. I was initially very conflicted about that one until I wws educated about Baculum culture for a father to have sex with his girl child until she is ready for marriage. Marriage into a family in which the male members of the husbands family may also sample her wears on the marriage day.
And this father as an alternative to sleeping with his own daughter decided to bring her to the Brothel. A people cursed with a constant hunger for sex like some creatures hunger food. The Baculum people, a sort of offshoot of the descendants of a people possessed by an incubus daemon I found out when I read up in them.
The girl Susy is as young as Saya at 16 and already having to have sex at least twice a month or slowly ‘starve’ to death.
Then the wives that are brought in by their husbands so the husband could get to experience the ambiguous experience of being cuckolded. Some once off experiences, others loving it and coming back again and again.
Other men treated as submissives and brought in by their wives so stand in the corner naked watching as I have sex with the wife. Always an interesting experience to be in that situation and though I don’t always like it, there are a few couples that I look forward to arriving.
After one such an experience the woman, Concerta made her husband Thando eat out her soiled nether lips after I had ejaculated inside her. That is when I really realised the taste of my seed must have some power or taste amazing along with my Awakening.
Even Concerta was surprised by his enthusiasm and ended up with my cock in my mouth herself. Now she usually allows him to have my spent seed as a form of reward. Giving me ideas for when I’m back home actual
ly.
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The first month as a senior acolyte working at the actual Brothel is exhausting though. Even with the rituals keeping us all sane and going strong and preventing pregnancies. The paradox is in how enjoyable it actually is even as exhausting as it is.
The second month is more of the same and I realise we are but through this grueling schedule on purpose. By the time the second month is coming to a close I’ve had sex with nearly a thousand different women by my count.
A substantial number of them not human as rumours slowly spread that there is a human that can satisfy even female creatures with deep or wide canals. That one started with me being requested by more orcs than was usual.
Then a female beastmen that was attractive enough, but big and tall though very humanoid. I wasn’t sure I could satisfy her but she left bow legged and very please. Even becoming one of my regulars, Binikas. We got along mostly because she is a warrior though she overpowered me at times during sex she became a slave to whims.
After two months though my schedule changed again, becoming less intense with only time allocated at the Brothel for the regulars I chose to keep. While leaving the rest to be serviced by others in my stead. I could also start seeing private clients outside the Brothel now, which I was sort excited about.
Chapter 118
Sachihiro
“So mother finally went as far as to get me assigned one of the Brothel whores?” Princess Erena says looking me over as I walk into her presence. Her hanger ons snicker at the comment and while others try to appear appalled that the Queen would go so far.
More than one of these ‘respectable’ young men and women are regulars at the Brothel but their home kingdom is a theocracy in all but name, led primarily by the popular cult of Astrea the goddess of innocence, purity and peace. Most of the country are virgins that believe in no sex before being officially mated, there is no form of polygamy accepted and any appeals for divorce is only granted by the authority of the church.