Subsequent events bring you pleasure. At least some of these events... But there is also something that will shock you...

Well, you can sum up with satisfaction some intermediate results of your activities...

You took advantage of your position in the brothel “The Shaded Lantern”... The rest of the brothel employees have long been accustomed to the fact that you are the favorite employee of the brothel owner. Therefore, you were able to easily convince the half-elf tattooist Fietaro that you were carrying out an order from the owner of the brothel and that you had simply found a new employee for this brothel among the city's ragged beggars. It is not surprising that the half-elf tattooist Fietaro, without any clarifying questions, agreed to apply magical tattoos to Caelan’s body... And then one of the brothel employees, at your request, took Caelan to the bathhouse (which is located in the interior of the brothel) and helped Caelan wash himself thoroughly.

So, for the rest of that day, when you returned to the brothel and for most of the next day, you were busy with a pleasant activity. You trained the new slut **** of The Shaded Lantern brothel in the fine art of deep throat blowjob. The piquant feature of this process was that this **** whore called herself with the noble name “Caelan Lamitrin, Duke of Forest Reach”...

However, thanks to the three elegant magical tattoos on the body of this depraved human bitch, she had no significant chance to resist any of your orders.

The rest of the brothel staff ensured you privacy in your room and did not interfere with the pedagogical process that you carried out in relation to Caelan...

You were in your brothel room and you were sitting on your bed. Your strong, muscular body was completely exposed. You lazily fidget with the magical signet necklace that hangs around your neck. Unfortunately for Caelan, due to the expert work of half-elf tattoo artist Fietaro, this magical necklace is configured to magically link with the tattoos of will-suppression that are inked on Caelan's body...

You hold your big dick near its base with your fingers.

Your big greenish dick experiences a powerful erection and rises more than 20 centimeters. And your dick was covered with saliva... If an outside observer entered your closed room, it would not be at all difficult for him to guess that this saliva belonged to the person who is sitting on the floor at your feet... This is the same person who just recently mocked you in a secluded forest mansion...

You looked contemptuously at Caelan's thoroughly washed and completely naked body. You have forbidden him to wear any clothes until he reaches a level of blowjob skill that you deem sufficient. A pile of tattered commoner rags that you stole for Caelan in the forest village lay in the corner. Beneath this pile of rags lay some old, luxurious Caelan clothing. However, you noticed that due to the long journey along forest roads, these luxurious clothes were very dirty, wet due to the rain and torn in several places.

With a sadistic grin, you looked straight into Caelan's eyes, which were wet from tears. Caelan's face was covered in his own saliva and your cum.

Then, you waved your thick and long greenish dick, which hangs between your muscular legs, in a friendly manner.

You then turned to the morally broken human who sits on the floor at your feet and quietly whines: “You are such a pathetic bitch that I guess I could easily break your bitch character even without the help of these magical tattoos... Stop whining like a fucking bitch-prostitute who was beaten by a client who refused to pay! However, the term “fucking prostitute” quite accurately describes your true status, which you will have for the rest of your insignificant life! Ha! Ha!"

The slender and beautiful body of this morally broken human male trembles from the sound of your loud voice.

Caelan only mumbles quietly in response to your words: “Please... Don't... Please...”

You continue to say with pleasure: “I see that you have already rested enough! Well, you should continue training your deep throat blowjob skills! The previous five attempts were not very successful... But I believe in your ability to become a first-class **** whore who will love to suck huge half-orc dicks every day! Get started!”

Caelan tried to say something. But he couldn't do it. You tightly clenched your fingers around the magical signet necklace that hangs around your neck.

And you repeated with a commanding growl: “Start sucking my huge half-orc cock slut-**** Caelan! Follow the instructions I gave you earlier!”

After these words, a slender and handsome human male with an elegant blond hairstyle crawls on his knees towards your dick. He crawls so close that the large head of your big dick almost touches his nose.

Then this human male opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue and starts licking your big balls.

You sniffle with satisfaction and say: “Okay... Now start licking my penis with your tongue from bottom to top along the shaft of my penis...”

A delicate pink tongue slides along the thick shaft of your excited dick, which is covered with large pulsating veins...

Then your human slut-**** took the head of your penis into her mouth and began to actively suck and lick the head of your dick, caressing your ass with her tongue.

You received great pleasure from this process. However, after a minute you decided to take the next step in the process of training a **** whore named Caelan...

While he was caressing the tip of your penis with his tongue, you abruptly thrust your dick into his mouth to a fairly significant depth.

You were watching Caelan. You were wondering how he would react to your action. You noticed that he almost experienced an attack of nausea from the way the head of your large penis powerfully penetrated his throat. However, Caelan was able to restrain himself.

You rise slightly from the bed and you begin to slowly move your hips. You fuck Caelan’s mouth with your huge greenish dick, your large balls slap this noble human male’s chin.

You roughly grab the human male's blonde hair and you squeeze the hair.

You make rhythmic and persistent movements until the head of your dick reaches the back wall of Caelan's throat. However, you don’t let up... You are trying to push your dick further (down your throat). You are practically suffocating this handsome human male with your thick and long penis. Caelan could have lost consciousness long ago from this brutal **** of his mouth by your dick... He breathes with difficulty through his nose, his tongue sticks out... He continues to obediently suck your dick...

For a second you took your dick out of your whore's throat...

Noble human male coughs loudly, sprays his drool and smears it on his chin. He doesn’t have time to take another breath because your cock is quickly and unceremoniously returned to his mouth again. You shove your dick down the whore ****'s throat, making Caelan shut up and drool.

Ten minutes into this next lesson in the discipline “Professional deep throat blowjob” you say (without removing your dick from Caelan’s tender mouth): “Get ready, depraved scum-prostitute! I'm going to fill your cute little mouth with streams of my half-orc sperm one more time! This time you better swallow it all. I swear, if I find even a drop of sperm that falls on the floor, I will invent such a sophisticated punishment for you that you will understand that real hell and demons would be less of a problem for you!”

You continue to furiously shove your dick down the noble human male's throat. You see that tears are flowing down Caelan’s cheeks more and more...

And suddenly you experience an orgasm. Copious sprays of cum begin to erupt from your dick into the throat of your submissive slut ****. Caelan almost chokes, but he continues to obediently swallow streams of your sperm over and over again...

After a couple of minutes, your big cock finally falls and you pull it out of Caelan's fucked mouth.

You meticulously examine the pitiful face of this noble human male. You examine the floor next to your whore ****. You don't notice any traces of sperm. All of your cum was either absorbed into Caelan's skin or swallowed by him.

You say in satisfaction: “Well, this time you performed better than usual, you cocksucker whore! I'm pleased to know that your deep throat blowjob skills are improving. However, you should thank me for training you so effectively! Ha! Ha!"

Having uttered this phrase, you touched your fingers to the magical signet necklace that hangs around your neck.

Caelan immediately turned his tear-stained face in your direction, which was covered with a layer of dried sperm.

He said quietly: “Thank you, venerable master Ulkin, for training me very well as your slut ****! Thank you for effectively teaching me the skills of deep throat blowjob! I am very grateful to you!”

You're laughing pretty hard.

Suddenly you hear a knock on the door of your room.

You ask: “Who is there? I asked you not to disturb me today! I’m busy training a new prostitute!”

In response, you hear the voice of the half-elf tattooist Fietaro from behind the door: “Sorry, Ulkin... We have problems... Your presence is required... I need to talk to you privately about an important issue...”

You get out of bed with dissatisfaction and put on your clothes (pants, light fabric camisole, shoes).

You understand that the fabric of your camisole will hide from the view of the half-elf tattootist your wound on your shoulder, which now exists in place of a magical tattoo.

You think: “It’s better that half-elf Fietaro doesn’t see my wound on my shoulder just yet. If he understands that I no longer have this vile magical tattoo, then this knowledge may provoke him to actions that may not be beneficial to me... "

You touch your fingers to the magical signet necklace that hangs around your neck.

Then you give an order to your whore ****: “While I am busy with business, you will fuck your slutty anus with your fingers: first use one finger. If I’m away for more than two hours, use your two fingers...”

You leave your room and you lock the door from the outside with the key.

You then go with the half-elf tattooist Fietaro to his workshop. After all, a tattoo artist’s workshop is one of the most secluded places in a brothel (and you obviously don’t need extra listeners).

Five minutes later you enter the tattoo artist’s workshop. Fietaro locks the door. You sit down on a bench near the entrance. Fietaro sits down next to you.

The half-elf begins to say: “I was never aware of the contacts details that our boss Kynth Gwyn has. However, today I witnessed an unexpected event that could greatly affect the future of the place where we all work..."

You say irritably: “State the essence of the matter faster and without allegories, Fietaro!”

The half-elf begins to speak: “Today at noon I went shopping at the market... I saw a procession of mounted knights who accompanied some kind of covered wagon and quickly galloped towards the city citadel... I can say that these were not knights from the local garrison... Judging judging by the fluttering banners and emblems on shields and cloaks, this was a detachment of elite knights from the ducal guard ... "

You interrupt the half-elf's speech: “The heraldic emblem of a black raven on a green background? Have you seen such emblems on their banners?

Fietaro nods and says: “Exactly”.

Then the half-elf wipes the sweat from his forehead (he is probably nervous) and continues his story: “I, like many commoners in our bazaar, was intrigued by this incident... However, I continued to make the necessary purchases. Half an hour later I was about to leave the market square and return to the building of our brothel. Suddenly, I saw a herald, accompanied by the same elite knights, leaving the square from the city citadel. The herald blows the horn and attracts the attention of all persons who were in the market square. Then the herald loudly announces the following: “Respectable citizens of the city of Ranelborg! Great grief has befallen our entire duchy of Forest Reach! During yesterday and today, valiant knights and border guards defended the eastern borders of the duchy from a powerful attack by treacherous savages - tribes of orcs from the Delknar forest! We won a glorious victory over the orcs, but many of our valiant warriors died! The vile orcs also killed many civilians in the east of the duchy! Our Grand Duke Caelan Lamitrin heroically participated in repelling the attack of the enemy hordes of wicked orcs! His Grace the Duke personally defeated several dozen of the strongest orc warriors! Unfortunately, our beloved Duke Caelan Lamitrin was treacherously killed while he was resting after the battle and healing his wounds in his secluded forest mansion! The orcs secretly snuck in and attacked the Duke's mansion in the dark night! They treacherously used poisoned arrows, and they also set the Duke's mansion on fire! Grieve, good citizens of Ranelborg! His Serene Highness Duke Caelan Lamitrin died suddenly from his wounds and burns! In order to honor the blessed memory of our heroically deceased Duke Caelan, the Dowager Duchess Regent Marienda Lamitrin and our new Duke Cloriber Lamitrin command the collection of an extraordinary tax for the organization of a solemn funeral of the body of Duke Caelan on the territory of the family mausoleum! Also, with the funds raised, a Church named after the hero-martyr Caelan will be built in the city of Ranelborg!”

You listen to the half-elf's story and in surprise your eyes become bulging, as if you took a piece of apple pie into your mouth, and this food tasted like a piece of shit... You don't understand how something like this is possible.

You can only mumble: “What nonsense... How is this possible... After all, he... Because I know for sure... This is incredible...”

Fortunately, the half-elf does not delve into your words.

Half-elf Fietaro continues to say: “Please don’t interrupt me, Ulkin! Just like you, I was shocked by this tragedy! Who would have thought that now the Duchy of Forest Reach would be ruled by the young Duke of Cloriber, who is only five years old! I hope his mother the Duchess Regent and her advisors can cope until the Duke of Cloriber comes of age... But I haven't told you everything yet! After the story about the fate of our Duke, the herald began to list the names of those civilians who died due to the orc attack on the eastern regions of our duchy. For us, the important fact is that among these names the following names were spoken: gnome Kynth Gwyn, Dimetri the Satyr, Symara the Tigerman, Bomur the Minotaur, half-orcs Jadak, Grundig, Lumki, Kylan ... "

You are stunned into silence.

Half-elf Fietaro asks you: “I was not aware of why our boss Kynth Gwyn went somewhere to the east of the duchy along with many of our best employees. When he left, I was not in the city of Ranelborg; I had to go to my aunt in one of the nearby villages. Probably, Kynth Gwyn had some kind of lucrative order... And so he went somewhere to the east... It’s strange that he didn’t take you with him. Don’t you know why he decided that?”

You answer irritably: “I don’t know... Stop pestering me with questions! I was just lucky that I didn’t end up in that place!”

The half-elf nods and says, “Indeed. You're a lucky guy! But I'm interested in the following: how should we prepare for the visit of the new owner of the brothel? Probably his representatives or he himself will come here tomorrow! I heard that Kynth Gwyn was **** to provide this brothel as collateral due to debts to some rich and dangerous persons... According to rumors, these persons are somehow connected with the supply of atadrimine dust, which is used in the application of magical tattoos... Atadrimin dust - a rare, valuable and difficult to produce substance... And..."

You look into the half-elf's eyes and ask, "What else?"

He gets a little embarrassed and says: “Atadrimin dust is a substance, the production, use, sale and purchase of which can cause unwanted problems with the law and the city guard... However, you already know that, Ulkin... Kynth Gwyn used his influential contacts and how to - managed to avoid problems... We will soon need new batches of atadrimine dust, because the old supplies are running out! Without this substance, the brothel will not be as profitable! What ideas do you have, Ulkin? What should we do tomorrow when we find out the new owner of this brothel?”