No

"No. You need to learn your place." And with that, you are off.

You reach the rolling hills of Elarant a few days behind schedule, as you had to spend some time demonstrating to your new companion how exactly she can better use her mouth than to curse you. She got the idea after biting down and finding out just how hard it is to breathe when one's throat is squeezed tight around a pumping cock.

You arrive in a small town and head to the inn, nude **** in tow, and find out how far you are from the capitol. You exit to find that your ****, whom you had left in the **** stables, is being propositioned. Making it clear that you are her master, you negotiate a deal with the two men and emerge from a barn thirty minutes later and 50 Yerts richer and have your still reeling **** clean off each of your dicks, yours first, and put your pants back on for you.

You set out again, the next day, after paying the innkeeper one Yert for each hour stayed.

After turning down a fellow traveller's offer to buy her, you realize that you don't actually know her name and upon questioning, your still willful, yet still unwilling, fucktoy replies "I would never tell one so foul my name, lest you besmirch it through utterance."

You respond with a shrug and begin unbuckling your belt.

Immediately, she cries "No! Not again! I'll tell you: My name is Vertlana Aschana!"

You smile and say "Thanks, I'll settle for those delicate hands of yours if you prefer."

Dismayed, she complies and you spray your seed all over her Sylvan face.