Fuck the Orlesian whore like she's Knight-Captain Janice.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle." You smile, approaching the painted lady.

"A mage?" The blonde woman remarks, looking you up and down. "Another runaway 'ere to be deflowered and indulge in a world he's been cruelly kept from?"

She speaks in a rather throaty rural Orlesian accent. Like most raised in the Circle, your own diction is more crisp and clear, akin to a noble, than the farmers you were taken from.

"Not a runaway, exactly. And you needn't worry about that deflowering part." You assure her. Truth be told, you couldn't wait to get back to the Circle. Your warm bed, your studies, your appointments with the First Enchanter...

"But the indulgence part?" The whore raises an eyebrow.

"That I could use some help with. I've a pouch of the Circle's gold, and I'd rather not sleep alone tonight." You say, patting your bulging coinpouch.

"Perhaps you need not even sleep." She responds, taking a step closer to you.

She'd be a bargain at any price, you muse, looking her up and down. A pair of big blue eyes stare out from the Orlesian's gaudily painted face. Currently, she's topless, wearing only a blue knee-length skirt and some high-heeled boots. You're sure the massive tits she has so proudly on display are all she needs to attract a steady stream of customers.

"It doesn't bother you I'm a mage?" You ask.

"Why should it, chéri?" She responds, drawing close enough to put a hand on your chest. "Get that robe off, and you're a pair of strong arms and a hard cock, just like any man."

You're just about ready to rip her skirt off and take her. Grabbing the whore by the hips, you pull her close, letting her feel the bulge in your robe against her stomach.

"Not here, you beast!" She giggles. "We have a private room for these things."

Taking you by the hand, the whore leads you up a flight of stairs. Though it's only a matter of feet you travel, it feels agonising with her incredibly backside swaying mere inches from your cock.

"So, what should I call you?" You ask, as you reach the landing.

"Eve will do, I think." She says.

Eventually, Eve leads you into a little bedroom. Continuing the brothel's theme, even the sheets and pillows of the double bed are a lazy, deep blue.

"You should disrobe, Ser Mage." Eve advises. Setting your coin purse down on a bedside table, you do. As you pull your clothing off, Eve pours you a glass of wine.

"A complementary gift, ser." Eve says, handing it to you. After your long hours on the road, you decide you could use a drink. It's some piss from the Free Marches, but free wine is free wine, and **** was difficult to come by during your time as an apprentice.

Your painted whore decides to jump straight into her work. As you taste the wine she offered you, she slowly finds her knees and begins sucking your cock, spending a few moments bringing you to your full hardness.

You quickly learn that even the worst wine in the world can taste a little sweeter with a maid's lips wrapped round your cock.

You stand proudly for a moment, finishing your drink and stroking Eve's hair to encourage her.

"There." She says, withdrawing her lips from your eager prick. "I think you are ready for moi now."

Standing, Eve turns her back on you and bends herself over the bed, her ass raised, just waiting for you to take her. It's a hell of a sight, one you'd hope to see in your dreams for a long time to come, if not for the fact it'd make you massively more susceptible to attacks from Desire Demons. You had enough temptation in your waking life, right now.

Reaching down, you lift the hem of Eve's skirts, and inspect her goods. She's already wet for you. Her asshole also prevents a rather appealing target. All in good time, you think to yourself.

"Taste me..." Eve breathily encourages you. Who are you to refuse a professional? Reaching down, you slip one finger inside the lovely courtesan and playfully stroke her, gathering her juices up.

After a few seconds, you withdraw your digit from her pussy, and pop it into your mouth.

"Mmm. Why are they only serving wine here?" You smirk, taking a second to savour the taste. Eve lets out a brief giggle, her tits shaking against the bed.

Leaving Eve for a few agonising seconds, you grab the bottle of wine from the bedside table. If you're going to have a debauched diversion away from Montsimmard, you may as well go all out.

"Take me, Ser Mage! Take me!" Eve pleads, thrusting her ass back at you.

Well, it would be rather ungentlemanly of you to ignore such a fervent request from a lady, right?

You use one hand to lift Eve's skirt, while taking a deep swig of wine from the bottle with your other.

"Maker, you're tight!" You gasp as you enter her. So tight you almost crush the wine bottle in your right hand.

"Tighter than any woman my age, no?" Eve smirks, looking over her shoulder at you with a pompous look on her face.

Whatever that means, it's quickly pushed to the back of your mind as you go deeper into Eve's pussy. The Orlesian harlot gasps with delight as you bury yourself inside her.

Eve is not content to simply lie down and let you have your way with her, however. Thrusting back against you, the blonde makes it apparent just how experienced she is.

Wrapping one arm around the woman's hip, you use the other to deliver more wine into your mouth. At this rate, you'll have swigged half the bottle before Eve brings you to orgasm.

It occurs to you as you pound the Orlesian hussy, just how unlikely this scenario would have seemed to you before your harrowing. You would have dismissed it as a fevered fantasy, or the tempting offer of a demon, intent on claiming you for her aroused thrall.

And yet, here you were, staring at Eve's freckled back. You weren't in the Fade, you were really here, rutting with a beautiful whore while on official business for the First Enchanter.

Your cock pulses when you think of it like that.

"Are you cumming?" Eve calls out. "'Ave no fear, Ser Mage. Blow a tres grande load inside me." She encourages you.

Her words only spur you on all the more. Casting a quick spell, you release the wine bottle. Instead of plumetting the floor, the container hangs, suspended, freeing up your right hand.

You waste no time in seizing Eve with the other hand, pulling her even closer to you and using your newfound grip to fuck her even harder.

"Oui! Oui!" The painted whore practically screams into the bedsheets as you ravish her.

Giving her what she asked for, you cry out as you unleash a magnificent load deep into her pussy. Panting like a victorious soldier, you pull out of her well-used cunt. Pulling her skirt back down, you wipe yourself off on the blue garment, then pluck the suspended wine bottle from the air.

Having another drink, you rest your tired body on the bed. Eve, clearly not done with you, crawls up until she's level with you.

"Care to go again, messere?" Eve asks. "I know you want your face between these tits." She claims, toying with her massive breasts.

You can't deny you'd like that. Eve makes even Knight-Captain Janice seem flatchested by comparison...

"I haven't been with a single man before who turned these beauties down." The blonde boasts.

"Very well, I suppose I could afford to spend some more time here. And maybe some more wine..." You say, not that you needed much convincing.

"Good boy, come, let mama take care of you." Eve pouts, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling your face in for a tight, mammary-filled embrace.

-

Hours later, you wake up to the sun pounding in through your window.

"Ugh, I can't believe I drank the entire bottle." You groan, groggily trying to remember the events of last night as you look at the empty wine bottle on the bedside table.

"Non, two bottles." Eve snuggles up against you under the bedsheets, pointing to a similarly drained bottle on the opposite table.

"What time is it?" You wonder. "I should really be on my way."

For all you know, you could have scant hours before Vivienne's contact arrives in Beaunoir. The thought of disappointing the First Enchanter doesn't exactly do wonders for your hangover.

"So soon? But your purse is still full of coin!" Eve says in a sultry tone. "And your balls, no doubt, still have a little something to offer me..."

"It's not a matter of that." You tell her. "I have work to do. Important Circle duties."

"Ser Mage." Eve begins, kneeling behind you on the bed. She leans into you, pressing her bountiful breasts against your neck. "Do you mean to tell me you could sleep at night in your tower, knowing you left this city without ever fucking me in mon cul?"

She has a good point...