The day after (draft)

Ouch my butt. I murmured stroking my poor behind first thing in the morning.

Waking up in the oppalant room now with the midday sun shining through the curtains the first thing I noticed was my sore butt. I hadn’t had anal sex in a while and hadn’t really prepared unlike back then.

Not like I had planned for things to go this way still feeling utterly humiliated in being proven wrong so thoroughly. Who could have known one could make a girl feel so good with all those restrictions in place.

I have been played, in more ways than one but atleast I had the clarity of mind to protect my virginity even if it was at the cost of a gaping asshole.

Laying naked in bed I looked around searching for my clothes and seeing them ontop of the white leather couch I had been bent over, on top and kneeling before a few times during the night.

Standing up I frowned, my legs weak and feeling like jello, walking back home would be a challenge. Muscle soreness wasn’t really something heal could do much against, at best relieve some of the discomfort. I used bless instead giving me a small buff enough that I hoped my gait wouldn’t be too noticeable.

I looked in the large mirror on the wall marks of our passioned lovemaking all over me.

I really bit of more than I could chew this time around looking at the left behind handprints on both my tits and ass. I would need to make sure the other girls don’t notice.

Next to my clothes a letter lay with a small pouch on top. But I checked the content of the pouch first worried that he might have gone back on his word as I had only bluffed back then regarding the church, it would be a while before I had anywhere close to that level of influence, still if he had tricked me I would definitely make it happen.

Though thankfully all 10 gold coins were inside plus an additional two. This was basically the combined yearly salary of a city guard earned within one night.

144 silver coins or over a 1 thousand Bronze.

Your average prostitute earns around one silver per session and even high end once might only earn between 2 to 4. So even If I considered myself the highest class it would still take sleeping around with over 36 men to earn the same.

As for a city guard he obviously would need to save up for multiple years to have so much at hand. And your average folk wouldn’t see that much in their lifetime.

I had planned to put both Felicias priestess robes and the portal artefact on auction to get the money back if necessary. The robes, I had wanted to sell one way or another as I had no use for them but didn’t have an opportunity until now. You might be able to sell them directly to a merchant but will gain only 2/3 of what it would be worth at an auction. Which is why I have waited until we arrived in a big city.

Selling the portal artefact would have stung a little considering how much effort it took to acquire both halves but those two combined should have easily made for 10 gold coins and if not I could have chipped in from my savings even if it put me on the spot.

Finally taken a look at the letter after being done with my musings and cost to sacrifice calculations. I had already accepted long ago that I would need to make some sacrifices on the journey but at-least this one was worth it I suppose.

Still I am not really comfortable with the whole prostituting myself out thing and likely never will be.

…

Finally taken a look at the letter it explained where the two extra coins came from.

“I enjoyed the experience, I hope you did as much as I have, I added a few coins in exchange for a little memento I hope you don’t mind.”

My panties were evidently gone but them being worth at best a silver or 2 I didn’t really mind in exchange for 2 gold.

If he made that offer back in his office I would have stripped off my panties right there and then.

“If you are ever in a pinch again you know were to find me but don’t expect me to be as generous the second time around, still with an ass so divine I wouldn’t mind paying extra.”

I sighed, hoping I wouldn’t have to take him up on his offer, though I knew it would likely still be better than most others I got. As much as I tried to push the thought aside, I couldn’t deny the growing heat between my legs, remembering last night.

The lingering sting on my ass a clear reminder of a men who knew how to handle a woman, while he had been rough towards the end it was never actually painful or unpleasant walking the line between pleasure and pain very delicately.

The hunter back then was passionate but this men knew exactly how to make a woman melt in his embrace. I had a certain aversion to being dominated as a former men but the way he did it left me questioning my sexual orientation.

I pult the hand back that wanted to discreetly reach my pussy. I had no time to indulge right now my party members likely worrying for me as I had no opportunity to inform them that I would spend the night somewhere else.

I had hoped to be back in the early morning or possibly even at night, after all how much groping could one possibly do before getting bored, I thought back then, but I had clearly miscalculated. Not sure how long we went on for but by the looks of it, it was already close to lunchtime as I felt my stomach rumble after the excessive exercise and having skipped breakfast.

(That’s her dripping wet, not cum, she is still technically a virgin though you could argue against it I suppose.)

The evening before:

“Where is Claire?” The hero asked.

“She might be staying over at the church tonight to save some money,” Olivia answered.”there seems to be something in the auction she really wanted.” She added sitting next to him as they enjoyed dinner together.

Max having gone to look after the horses and Beck disappearing with the servant girl likely fucking her right now not that the hero would know. He was aware of Beck constantly flirting with girls but kept out of it. From his perspective Beck while brash and maybe a little too obsessed with chasing skirts was still a reliable teammate in battle.

“Still wouldn’t she usually tell us beforehand, I somehow got a bad premonition ,what do you think Luna?” But the magician girl seems unaware of their conversation to deeply into the book she was reading occasionally even lifting her spoon and bringing it to her mouth without anything in it.

Both looking at her gave up on the notion of getting her involved in the conversation as it wasn’t the first time she was lost in her own world completely ignoring everyone else.

“You worry too much she can handle herself and wouldn’t get herself into trouble unlike a certain hero of ours who seems to attract events like a magnet.”

“Still it might be better to at-least check, maybe I should go to the church and ask just in case.”

“Suit yourself I for one can’t wait to sleep in a proper bed again.” Olivia said. Even if she was a warrior at heart that doesn’t mean she enjoys sleeping in the forest every night.

They were in a city and unless someone was a total imbecile they wouldn’t dare **** a nun and risk being ostracised by the church. Even thugs knew that much. So Olivia didn’t worry for her friend.

…

The hero stood in front of an opulent office of Sir Juliano Cartel, a man known for his ruthless business tactics and his even more ruthless treatment of those who crossed him. He was among the most influential merchants in the city, Specialising in lending money and collecting debts.

Based on eyewitness accounts Claire went into this building yesterday.

He had decided to go to the church in the morning after all but now regretted not going yesterday. After asking around he was pointed this way and managed to roughly find out about what kind of place it was.

For all the hero knew Claire might have tried getting a loan even if he didn’t knew why.

Once he entered the building and was shown the way to the owners office the hero could only stare around in awe.

The room reeked of wealth and power, with its expensive leather furniture, polished mahogany desk, and walls adorned with expensive artwork. The hero tried to hide his surprise but didn’t manage to do so as well as he thought.

“What can I help you with chap? I am a busy men and if you are here for some nonsense or a paltry sum you might as well go on your own before my men throw you out.”

"Sir Cartel right," the hero asked, a bit unsure. "Did a nun come by yesterday? I'm looking for a friend of mine, her name is Claire and she is our parties healer."

Sir Cartel leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips.

“A party member you say and what made you think I would tell you.”

“I keep my clienteles information secret after all and why would a nun even come to see a man like me?”

The men said absentmindedly playing with a certain memento in his pocket.

His pants still feeling tight remembering the girls moans as he fucked her up the ass. It wasn’t his first time given a girl a good pounding in the backdoor but that nun was certainly special. Not only was she beautiful but the way she offered up her ass to keep her chastity despite all the teasing he did really riled him up. And what an ass that was tightening around his cock like a vice and swallowing it all the way to the base. Her personality also matches his tastes, he would have liked to keep her but knew better. It would be so much more satisfying if she came to him by herself. And he wasn’t much of a fan of forcing himself onto woman either.

The hero, sensing Sir Cartel's distraction, pressed on. "She's not just any nun. She's a saint candidate, and she's gone missing since yesterday . I traced her steps here. If you know something, anything, please tell me."

"You seem quite determined, young man. I admire that. But I'm a businessman. I don't give information for free but if you tell me a bit more about that sister Claire of yours I might be able to help. Information on a saint candidate is valuable after all and I have a-lot of men working for me in the city."

(Yeah i know there is a scene missing in between still working on it.)