Agree

"Okay." You hear yourself saying.

Bjor stands up with gusto and pulls his pants down rapidly. The sudden release causing his erect cock to spring upwards and fling a thin rope of his hot precum straight into your face. You start to breathe heavily, taking in the sight as your face blushes beet red. Bjor sits back on the chair but has it a little turned out from the table. Legs spread wide you are given a full view of his glorious bitch-breaker now drooping forward a little and steadily dripping a long globule of pre towards the carpeted floor.

You are completely mesmerized as you watch his cock bob and sway, the string of pre getting lower and lower to the ground, taking up all your attention as you vaguely register an exchange of voices and a hearty laugh. You look up, dazed, to see the elf has also pulled down her trousers and is stroking a long, veiny cock. You admire it for a moment as she asks you something, but it is nowhere near as rugged or girthy as the one next to you and you quickly turn back, falling to your knees as you try and catch that perfect precum before it hits the floor.

Your tongue catches it at the perfect time, following it back to the source and wrapping your lips eagerly around the fat head of Bjor's cock. "See?" You hear him say above you as one of his strong hands finds its way behind your ears, skritching you in appreciation and encouraging you to purr around his fat shaft as you work to take more and more of it into your eager throat. Everything is so perfect right now; you are finally worshiping your favorite human Daddy again and you can tell that he is incredibly fired up as you shamelessly work your way towards deepthroating his massive erection.

"This is so hot." The elf murmurs. "Hey kitty can you hear me?" she calls out but you're clearly too busy to respond. "You realize what's at stake here, right? If your total reaches a thousand gold then Mr. Bjor here will automatically buy out your debt and take everything you've put up for collateral."

'Oh that doesn't sound so bad.' you think to yourself as you near your own orgasm caused simply by servicing the dominant cock re-reshaping your throat. 'Bjor is a nice man...what was in that collateral again?' You pull yourself sloppily off of Bjor's massive cock and shakily stand to your feet. 'Might as well tease Daddy a little while I check.' You think as you pull down your shorts to reveal a black pair of panties you chose just because you knew you were going to see him today. You wedge Bjor's slick cock between your cheeks as you bend over the table to read the collateral column once again.

Your eyes confirm it as the elf says in derisive amusement, "That's your tavern, all of your belongings, and yourself. You'll become his **** in the eyes of the law. And there's no term on this. It's for the rest of your life." You stand there bent over the table, your face flushed with arousal and disbelief. "Right now, I'm awarding Mr. Bjor an additional one hundred gold for his sexual services rendered to you so if you would like to finish this meeting bouncing up and down on his lap like a common whore, then I won't stop you from enjoying what you have paid for."

This royal official is clearly way too horny to be conducting fair and equitable business but any protests you were forming in your lust-addled mind are quickly replaced by the feeling of Bjor's strong hands gripping your ass. He pulls the thong of your panties to the side as he pushes the slick head of his cock right onto your fuckhole which clenches and unclenches eagerly around it. "C'mere kitten," He says gruffly "You earned this." You relax into his grip, moaning as you sink inch by inch onto his magnificent cock. You feel the hot veins pulsating, slowly pumping more and more pre inside of you, making your insides slick as you start to move yourself up and down, guided by Bjor's strong hands.

You are there for the rest of the meeting, but you certainly aren't present as you moan and gurgle gleefully, actively being fucked silly to the viewing pleasure of this voyeuristic city elf. They joke together and fabricate more charges at your expense particularly after you cum uncontrollably all over the table, ruining a number of documents which you will have to pay for of course.

At some point the subject switches to your smell fetish and you end up signing an agreement that spending any time around Bjor that might involve you catching even the smallest whiff of him is worth 20 gold from you for that day, given that you enjoy it so much. At some point you look down and see that the number has reached over 1150 gold. Your eyes bulge and you try and form a sentence around your loud moans but the elf brings a cum-soaked hand up to your face to shush you. "That doesn't include the payment you brought today, sweetie." She says as you open your mouth obediently, accepting her griming fingers to explore the back of your throat and focusing on licking her recent load clean from them. "With the 300 you brought today, I think you'll be at an even 869 gold and 69 silver owed to Mr. Bjor. So don't worry, you're not his **** just yet."

"Oh, that reminds me." Bjor rumbles, his voice a little strained as he helps fuck you towards your 4th orgasm in the past 15 minutes on his lap. He's been holding back for one final push as he subtly increases in intensity. "I'm in the market for a **** collar. I was wondering if you could order one for me."

"Of course," The elf claps her hands. "It'll certainly fit this kitten's style in my opinion. Would you like any of the standard enchants?"

"Yeah, give me willpower, longevity, and soul...and put it on this little slut's tab since he'll be the one wearing it." You would speak up to protest or at least question what any of that meant but Bjor's gentle thrusts have turned frantic as he maneuvers your body up and down like it's his personal fucktoy already. Your mind goes blank as your body shudders, overwhelmed by yet another orgasm. The spasming of your rectum, or perhaps the thought of his complete financial dominance over you, causes Bjor to erupt into your guts as well.

Your favorite warm, full feeling returns as Bjor steadily pumps weeks worth of pent-up semen into your body. Too blissed out to resist anymore, you sit there on your lovely human Daddy's cock and sign the last few documents. You leave the office with a belly full of cum and a 969.69 gold debt to start working off.