A little sex.

He seems to think about it for a few moments, then without a word he walks around you, over to the door, and pushes a little bar style lock in place. “Well I suppose it would be only fair that as I am taking swords off of your hands, that I put mine in yours.”

You can't seem to stop yourself from saying, “Well, let's see what you got.”

He steps back over to you and smiles, “You know, I have never met someone that willingly wore one of those tunics. You must be quite the whore.” With that he pulls out his rather thick 7” chubby cock.

“What ever do you mean?” You ask as you drop to your knees and slurp the tip into your mouth.

“Oh, you are good.” He places a hand on top of your head and lets out a sigh as you gulp it down till your lips surround the base of his swelling member. “You don't know what that tunic does?” He asks almost panting as you bob faster and faster on his meat.

Intrigued by his question you pull back for a second, still cupping his balls and stroking the shaft while you do. “So what does it do? How do you know all this anyway?” Looking up at him and batting your eyes, you ask before sticking out your tongue to lap up the drop of cum filling the tip of his penis. The salty liquid tastes amazing, and you know you have to have more. Dropping down you once again engulf his cock into your throat, milking it as best you can to coax more of his delicious seed.

“Why it is called a whores tunic. I sell them as well as many other magical items. In my business you have to be able to instantly determine the value and powers of magic items. You don't know what any of your magic items are do you?” He asks, and you shake your head no with a glance up at him, but never let the head of his member slip from your lips. “Oh fuck you are good.” He gasps as you massage his sack and gulp up and down on his meat. “Ok, I'll tell you. Aah let's see, well the whores tunic makes you more appealing to others, and crave cock. Your boots keep you warm and allow you to walk on slippery surfaces. Your arm guard crossbow thing is just enhanced for defense and accuracy. The bolts at your waist turn the target to ice, the others burn. Your sword makes you stronger and go berserk in combat, and last the little dagger returns to it's sheath when thrown or lost. Oh fuck me. Wait stop, I want to fuck you, if you keep this up I am going to, holy, oh fuck, gaaaa.” With that he lets loose a torrent of cum far greater volume than you would have thought possible, yet eagerly and easily you slurp and suck and it warms your tummy nicely.

Rising to your feet, you lick the last few drops from your lips. “So all this stuff is magic eeh? Wait is that why they called to me?”

“Aah, you have the sight like me. Have you been trained in magic? I am guessing no or you wouldn't have sold me those magic swords so cheaply.” With that he chuckles. “But a deal is a deal. Tell you what, if you don't want any of your other magic items I'll trade you for some of my stuff, even trade. What do you say?”