NTRPG - Fallen Heroines Ch. 02

'Despite the strangeness of the situation it really is just like being back in the academy.' She thought, taking unexpected comfort from the comparison.

After her initial shock, she didn't feel quite so lost now that she was back in the rhythm of things. Strange as it was, this was just another form of instruction. She could deal with instruction. It was comfortable and familiar.

Satisfied at her obedience, the dark-skinned man's eyes roamed contemplatively over her again, but this time the blonde cleric determinedly kept her gaze forward and didn't flinch away from his roaming eyes, nor did she move her hands from their position at her sides.

Happy now, the man continued, "Good, take pride in your appearance. You are a beautiful example of Northern beauty. You know this, but your strange northern ways compel you to feel ashamed of it."

Mary kept her gaze forward, but she could feel her cheeks burning at the frank praise.

"Do not feel ashamed. Revel in your beauty. Revel in the pleasure it brings others to look upon you. Do not deny yourself, or others, your gift. Do not hide yourself away."

There was no misconstruing what the man was saying.

Mary's guts twisted with anxiety at what was clearly being asked of her, but she couldn't deny the thought held some small sliver of excitement for her.

Her fingers shook slightly with trepidation, but they didn't hesitate as they moved to grasp at the latches of her cloak. Already held loosely around her frame, with a few twists and pulls at the thin fabric, she felt it drop from her shoulders to pool around her.

In that moment, her very skin tingled with excitement and fear as she unveiled the clothing underneath to the world at large.

Her incredibly revealing battle outfit.

"You look ravishing my dear," The man responded after a moment of stunned silence as he thoroughly drank her in, "It is good to see that even Northern prudishness has not managed to destroy the deity's handiwork."

Mary felt a momentary urge to protest the man's words, but her respect for their newfound roles kept her silent.

She knew exactly what he was referring to.

People that drew their power from the deities invariably were required to expose a lot of skin. Holy energy was drawn in through the skin after all, and clothes served to inhibit that flow.

To that end, the acolyte robes she was wearing only covered the bare essential required by modesty.

'But not by much.'

Not that the various churches of the North had not tried to create a more 'subdued' look to their holy garments. Unfortunately, all such attempts inevitably ran into the inevitable roadblock that was practicality. The end compromise was that most members of the clergy wore thick cloaks around their clerical gear, and only discarded them when they knew they would need to start strenuously drawing on their holy power.

'And now I'm discarding that small veil of modesty for reasons that have nothing to do with holy power,'

...And it was thrilling!

She didn't feel ashamed. She felt proud.

She was beautiful. She had always known it. Why should she be ashamed of herself? The unexpected surge of confidence was as welcome as it was unexpected. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she found that it was with excitement as much as trepidation.

"Now, show me the rest of you." Yaasir instructed without preamble.

This time she didn't hesitate. She had made her decision and was tired of overthinking it. Reaching behind herself, her fingers moved with confidence.

"Yes Kashir," She uttered, no longer stumbling over the foreign word as her tight white bodice came loose, exposing her full round breasts to her instructor's gaze as the holy garments pooled around her feet.

This time there was no mistaking the spellbound look in the man's eye as he gazed upon her.

Her breasts had always drawn the eyes of men, and she had thought for a moment that Yaasif alone was immune to their allure.

The way he stared at them now though firmly removed that thought from her mind. It was just a small crack in his stony visage, but she could see it clear as day; the interest gleaming in his eyes as he beheld her.

"I trust they meet your approval?" She asked proudly, shocking herself with her forwardness, even as she leaned forward to better show off her womanly assets.

Her unexpectedly forward words seemed to set a fire in the foreign man. In a total departure from his previous calm and collected manner he strode forward to seize a breast in each massive hand; massaging the soft creamy tit within with his powerful fingers.

Surprised by the sudden move, Mary let out a breathy yelp that slowly devolved into a low keening moan as the man's experienced digits kneaded her sensitive girls.

The man's fingertips played across her nerves with casual ease, containing and stimulating her ample mammaries in such a manner that it left the inexperienced blonde girl gasping at the strange new sensations sweeping through her.

"Talk to me girl," The man ordered without looking up. "Stimulate my desire. Stoke the fires I feel for you. Do not simply passively accept my ministrations."

Mary barely heard his words through her haze of pleasure that had settled over her, but her ingrained instincts made her hasten to obey.

"It feels good?" She announced, uncertain of what else to say and finding it difficult to focus as the man's fingers methodically sought out her pleasure centres. "You're amazing at this." She purred arching her back so she could present herself more fully to those warm wonderful hands.

Instead she let out a whimper of disappointment as the stimulation vanished. Looking up she found herself looking into the disappointed steely brown eyes of her Kashir.

"Pathetic." The man uttered, making her heart fall at the sudden harsh tone, "I asked you to stimulate my desire, not simply pander to my ego. Were I not a man, already full of experience, all you would have done is made me complacent." The man pinched a nipple, making the blonde girl let out a small shriek of pained surprised. "In future I expect better. Make me want to possess you. Please you. Own you."

The blonde girl nodded uncertainly.

The pinch hadn't been all that painful - more surprising than anything - but it sharpened her mind anew.

"Come." The man instructed as he casually shucked off his clothes, "Touch me. Show me how you would touch a man."

Surprised, but curious and determined to prove that she was not without womanly wiles, the blond cleric did as she was instructed.

First her small smooth hands roamed over his massive hairy chest, the sensation of his warm skin under her fingertips strange and new. She noted with surprise that while the man was fat, beneath that soft outer flesh, she could feel heavy cords of muscle.

'Goddess, he must have the strength of a bear,' She thought with a surprised pang of arousal.

All the while she found herself marvelling at the contrast between the man's dark sun-kissed skin and her own pale white hands.

'What would the pair of them look like in the throes of passion?'

Flushing at the thought, she hurried on, reminding herself that she was supposed to be learning how to make a man feel good, not indulging her own curiosity.

Unsure of how to go about it exactly, the young woman decided to forgo subtlety entirely. Moving down, her fingertips ran over the warm flesh of the man's massive sweaty stomach before grasping at his hardening cock in her hand.

"Good Meriir," The foreign man sighed with pleasure as the girl's cool finger wrapped around the heat of his shaft. "That is good. You are less experienced than me. Less sure of how to pleasure your partner. In such cases it is better for you to focus on what you know will work. It is up to your more experienced partner to inform you of their subtle nuanced preferences."

Emboldened by the praise, the blonde girl swelled with pride as she leaned down to better see what she was working with.

He was circumcised; an oddity to her Northern sensibilities, but not one that bothered her in any particular way.

Instead, her focus was on the way the massive phallus was visibly throbbing in time with the man's heartbeat, and she could feel the prickling of the man's black bushy pubic hair on the back of her hand where she held him.

Again, this was a little odd, as she herself was clean shaven below, as was common practice in most parts of the North. This 'hairiness' was was new, but the blonde cleric found herself quietly fascinated by the thick black curls positioned at the base of the foreign man's prodigious member.

'And the smell,' She thought.

The air so close to his shaft was heavy with old sweat and the man's male musk. Her Kaashir had clearly not had time to bathe in some time.

His massive girth probably didn't help either, as he would no doubt have been sweating prodigiously even in the relatively temperate climate of the forest.

To anyone else she supposed the stench would have been overpowering, but in a peculiar twist of fate, to her it was oddly comforting.

Her time as a healer had long since inured her to far worse scents.

In fact, she had come to associate the stink of 'unwashed humanity' with her work as a healer in the Capital; a time she had always felt comfortable and relaxed. Taking a deep breathe of the heady scent, she found herself slipping even further into that 'healing' mindset.

'After all, we have a patient here in need of 'relief',' She thought with a mental chuckle as she stared at the foreign man's swollen member.

But before she could do anymore, she felt a warm hand settle on top of her head.

Looking up she found herself staring into the stern eyes of her Kashir.

"Excite me girl. The mind must be stimulated as much as the body." The older man instructed.

Nodding, she thought about what few experiences she had with flirting before. Coming up blank, she found herself panicking, before she remembered a trick she had used just days ago, when the group was attempting to acquire cheaper lodgings from the bored looking inn owner's son.

"Please sir?" She murmured, batting her eyes as she leaned forward slightly, pressing her prodigious breasts together with her forearms.

When she did this all those days ago, she felt cheap and slightly ashamed of herself.

'Even if it did work...' She mused.

But now all she felt was excitement at the visible results her display had on her Kashir.

Happy, she continued on, embellishing a bit as she did so, "Please Kashir, may this lowly Northern girl taste the mighty manhood of a proud Southern man?"

***

Yaasir felt blood surging to his already rock-hard erection at the vision of southern loveliness on her knees before him.

'The mage did not lie when he said I would be well rewarded for my aid.' He thought with a wicked grin.

Not that he appreciated it at the time. In truth, he had been cursing the spell caster's name for the last few days. And his grandfather's collection of magical amulets, which had no doubt attracted the dreaded mage's attention.

After all, he was a man accustomed to the finest things in life. Not squatting in a squalid old temple, in some backwater wood, with nary a servant in sight.

'And the bugs. The constant irritating bugs.'

It had nearly been enough to drive the merchant mad with irritation.

The only thing that had held him in place was his fear of the demonic spell caster. After all, Yaasir was a man of many talents, but an excess of bravery was not one of them.

'And it would take man with of considerable mental fortitude to even consider crossing a... creature such as that man.'

But that was all in the past. He had been rewarded for his patience with the finest vision of feminine beauty he had ever laid eyes upon. This one cleric girl would be worth ten times more than the dozen or so Northern peasants he would have otherwise spent his time on if he hadn't been camped out in this spirits forsaken forest.

'Although it's a pity I shattered all of my pots in the process,' He thought avariciously.

The fake pottery and jewels weren't expensive per say, but Yaasif was never one to let go of coin easily.

'I guess those foolish Northern nobles will get to keep their coin this time...'

Althought the thought of the lost profit did make the greedy merchant's mind wander to ways of making back that lost profit, 'The girl said she had a sister, and if she is even close to the level of beauty of this one...'

The thought sent a tingle down his spine. The mere thought of having both of them at the same time... How deliciously sordid it would be.

'Alas, the mage claimed to have plans for the cleric's sister.' He groused, 'And this old man won't enjoy either if dies for messing with that monster's plans.'

It was a sad truth, but the merchant would have to settle for just the one.

'Although 'settle' is hardly the word I would use for this one.' He thought, staring down at the buxom beauty below him.

Already he could see the enchanted amulet around her neck working.

Subtly of course.

It wasn't mind control. Not truly.

All it did was bring certain pre-existing emotions to the fore.

'Emotions like loss, grief, confusion... Lust'

All the sorts of emotions that would leave an individual... receptive to instruction.

And it had been child's play for a man of his talents to play on the girls hidden fears and desires. He probably didn't even need the necklace to be honest. He was very experienced in the art after all, having done it dozens of times in the past.

For all her beauty and intelligence, the blonde cleric had been one of the easiest marks he had ever had. For all her outward appearance of graceful maturity, the girl was practically begging, for someone, anyone, to provide her guidance.

He often encountered individuals like her, although he could never really understand them.

People who had no desire for wealth, fame or glory, but were merely content in whatever vocation they occupied. They were usually hunters or craftsmen, people who could work on whatever occupied them without worrying about the wills and whims of others. He found they made great workers, but poor leaders, lacking the flexibility and ambition for advancement that a leadership position required.

They could also be remarkable hard to manipulate.

It was hard to manipulate a person who wanted for nothing after all. He had no doubt the girl would have become such a person in time; she seemed smart enough, if a little naïve.

Fortunately for him though, he had encountered her in that transitional phase where she was still finding herself. A phase where people like her were most vulnerable to manipulation by men like him.

'Although I would have preferred not to nearly die in the process... or be forced to maim my own leg.'

That had been far too close for comfort, and a serious miscalculation on his part. He would never make the mistake of sneaking up on a wary adventurer again. Compared to nearly dying, stabbing himself in the leg to feign a quick cover story was nothing.

'And it worked out well in the end.' He thought as he noted the complete lack of pain coming from that limb after the girl's healing.

That was some serious talent.

"Kashir?" He heard, snapping him from his thoughts.

Looking down he could see the girl was still waiting for an answer. Slapping his 'stern teaching' face over the gleeful one he felt rising up, he nodded.

"You may begin."

The portly merchant shivered as the girl took him into her warm delicate mouth. The sensation was made all the sweeter for the sense of triumph he felt. He was old, fat and unwashed, but he had the most beautiful blonde creature he had ever seen nuzzling at his member like it was glazed in honey.

He had not used force or threats, just some compassionate words, a few half-truths, a dozen gold coins worth of fake pottery, and an enchanted amulet with a compulsion so weak it could barely be called enchanted at all.

The fact that talented cleric below him hadn't sensed that compulsion in it was proof enough of that.

'This is why men like me are destined to rule the world,' He gloated, 'Not stupid warriors, ignorant nobles, or dogmatic priests. All a man needs to have everything he could ever want is a set of flexible morals and the balls to use them.'

The portly man groaned as the blonde nursed upon the tip of his member, her soft tongue swirling around the sensitive head as she bathed it in warm saliva.

Spirits, she was a natural at this.

The buxom young creature below him was made to suck cock. The way her formerly innocent blue eyes danced with mischief as she looked up at him was proof enough of that.

Yaasir groaned gutturally as she swallowed more of him, watching with arousal as her nostrils flared deeply as she audibly inhaled his male musk, one of her hands darting to her dripping cunt in response.

'Such a wanton slut, hiding in such an angelic package.'

The sight was almost too much for the older man, and he found his legs going out from under him as the succubus between his legs pleasured him. Slowly he sank to the ground, dropping onto his back in as controlled a manner as he could with the sensations traveling from his groin, and his legs turning to jelly.

The girl beneath him was relentless though, and as he dropped backwards, she and her suckling mouth moved with him, never releasing the relentless suction she had on his member, or the constant attentions of her warm wet tongue.

In the end Yaasir found himself lying flat on his back, both meaty palms gripping the blonde that bobbed relentlessly on his throbbing meat.

For control, as much as pleasure.

Though it proved pointless in the end.

The sight of the blonde cleric on hands and knees, ass raised in the air, as lapping sounds came from their place of joining, proved to be entirely too much, and the older man found himself erupting into the blonde harlot's throat.

If the sudden ejaculation surprised the girl, she didn't show it.

As if it was the last drink she would ever have, the girl guzzled down his thick creamy ejaculate as it fired from him.

The movements of her head and tongue didn't stop, and Yaasir felt as if his very balls themselves were being drained by the warm wet mouth that enveloped his spurting member. All he could do was lie back and enjoy the wonderful sensations coming from his spasmodically twitching hips.

When it finally ended, he looked down to see the girl swallowing down the last of his ejaculate, and without a word of prompting looked back at him; her beautiful blue eyes shining with that same mischievous pride as her plush pillowy lips opened to show the long insatiable tongue that had so thoroughly pleasured him.

Coquettishly, the girl asked, "Was this Meriir's performance to your liking Kashir?"

Kashir was dumbstruck. The girl was beyond just being talented. She was pure sex wrapped in a innocent, curvaceous, and feminine package.

He had to have her.

Forever.

Before, he had entertained thoughts of selling her on, just as he had the dozens of other girls he had tricked into accompanying him back to his home country.

A beautiful blonde cleric would sell for a lot to the right clients.

'And even more to individuals of a 'less than savory' reputation.'

The fact that girl had yet to choose a patron deity would only inflate that price even more. Their were a number of cults to darker powers who greatly coveted individuals like that. Cults with deep pockets.