The Blacksmith's Bargain

"Hmm, I'll give it to you for a hundred gold. No more no less." The grizzled shopkeeper looked Cordain in the eyes, smirking as he leaned forward.

"A hundred? That's insane! This can't be worth more than twenty gold." Cordain was taken aback. It had already been hard enough getting anyone to sell to them at all. After what happened at the tournament, no one wanted to help them, much less sell them anything.

"Hey, take it or leave it. That's my final offer."

Cordain turned to Illyana. He sighed. "Come on. We can't afford this. Let's go." He turned on his heels and stormed out of the shop. It was the third one that day, and every time the price was too high to afford. They didn't know what to do.

"Wait. I have a proposition for you. You have a mighty fine girl there, boy. I'll let you have the gear... In exchange for one hour with her." The shopkeeper was leering at Illyana, undressing her plain dress with his eyes. "I promise, no marks and you'll get the gear at a discount. I'll even throw in some potions and ingredients for you."

Illyana blushed as she looked down to her feet. Her face was hot with embarrassment. Her heart was beating fast.

Cordain was fuming. He wanted to punch the man's face in but he wasn't in any position to do so. Turning to Illyana, he saw that look in her eyes. The same embarrassed ones as before. He could tell she was considering it, but she was waiting for his response.

With a nod to each other, Cordain accepted. "Fine. But you're not allowed to do anything she doesn't want you to do. And no kissing, got it? And no cumming inside her. You got that?" Cordain's voice was firm. He had to make sure that there were clear limits to this.

The man grinned. "Oh, I'll do whatever the little lady wants. But, if you want that gear, you'll leave me alone with her for an hour. Not a minute longer, not a minute less. You'll watch over my store while I have my fun. Deal?" He put his hand out to shake.

"...Deal." If it was humiliating to Illyana to be lent out like a piece of meat, it was far more humiliating for Cordain to give another man permission to spend one hour doing whatever he wanted with her. But that humiliation turned into arousal, as he felt his cock start to swell at the thought of another man using his woman.

"Good. Come on, sweetheart. We'll use my room upstairs." He grabbed Illyana by the hand, impatiently pushing her forward as he got a good look up her skirt. Illyana blushed hard, knowing what was about to happen.

The sheer taboo of being taken by another man, with the approval of her lover, was making her wet. The fact that the man was a stranger made it even more exciting. She felt a tingling between her legs and her nipples stiffen. Cordain watched as she went up the stairs with the man, her ass swaying as she climbed. He couldn't help but imagine what was about to happen behind that door.