Kara and Merg move on

“Ah, the Kettle,” Even despite her face was hidden underneath the hood of her robe, Merg could tell from Kara’s tone that she was smiling, as well as the nature of her smile, “Tell me, Mergy, why haven’t I come here more often?”

“It probably would have been indiscreet,” Merg replied, thinking as he threw a surveying glance down the street packed with scantily clad men and women and lined on both sides with a never-ending selections of bars and brothels that were was nothing probably about it. Set Kara free in a part of town like this and she would have literally fucked her way down the street, introducing herself by name to every stud and slut so that even getting drenched with cum wouldn’t have shielded her identity. And then the next morning Merg would have had to try to accomplish the impossible by keeping the tales of his mistress acting like she was after the title of the biggest slut in Tharros from turning into a full-on scandal. Apart from everything else, the High Mages would start asking uncomfortable questions if he went about wiping out the memories from a couple hundred people of his mistress acting like a complete slut.

The only reason why he hadn’t to deal with all that trouble was because Kara at least used to possess just enough self-discipline not to go there and expose herself to the temptation of becoming the village whore of the world’s largest city.

“Indiscreet? Me?” Kara asked, and Merg didn’t know whether it was the idea of her being so that she would so foreign, or simply the entire concept in and of itself. Either way, her attention was caught a moment later by a buxom blonde in nothing but a mesh dress and a pair of heels sauntering the other way.

“My lady,” Knowing Kara well enough to know that he needed to step in quickly if they weren’t to be sidetracked, Merg cleared his throat, “Let’s not get distracted.”

“Why not?” Kara replied, impishly, but didn’t address the blonde as they passed each other, “I like getting distracted.”

“There’s somewhere we need to be,” Merg said, hoping to reason with Kara before she’d been swept away by the lewd energies of the Kettle. Case in point, the bouncer of the latest brothel they passed – the name ‘The Screaming Sizequeen’ strongly suggesting the clientele it catered to – was a tall, bald man armed with a large axe, even larger muscles and a cock that was larger larger still as it dangled semi-erect between his legs on account of him standing there by the side of the street as naked as the day he’d been born.

“I know exactly where I need to be. On my knees, in front of him!” Kara began to veer off towards the bouncer, who raised his axe at the hooded figure moving closer.

“My lady,” Gently but firmly, Merg took Kara by the elbow and steered her back onto their original course of heading straight down the street, “You have your reputation to think of.”

“No I don’t,” Kara replied, throwing a longing look at the well-endowed, radically underdressed stud before having her eye caught by a pair of buxom babes making out in a street corner and appearing to have decided not to bother with getting a room before getting each other naked, “My reputation is in ruin, remember?”

“But some day you’ll get it back,” Merg insisted, trying to ignore the stirring of his cock as the darker of the two women engaged in something that was part kiss, part wrestling match managed to yank her partner’s top up to expose her tits.

“Fine,” It was with an annoyed huff and a slight stirring of her expansive chest that Kara conceded defeat, “But this ‘Blushing Nymph’ place had better be close by!”

“I’m sure it is,” There, now perhaps Merg could relax for a moment.

“You know, I’ve never been to a brothel before,” However, this new topic of conversation that Kara decided upon meant the chances of Merg getting to enjoy some calm became awfully slim awfully fast, “Imagine that, someone like me, having lived here her whole life, and still...”

“Dust didn’t specifically say it was a brothel,” Merg said, unsure of where to look as the parade of flesh went on uninterrupted all around them. It was a good thing they lived in a warm climate.

“What else could something called the Blushing Nymph and located in the Kettle be?” Kara giggled, right before making a quick little intake of air that had Merg bracing himself for the teasing that was to ensue, “I bet the whores there’ll love you so much you’ll have to beat them off with a broom.”

“My lady...”

“Or are you going to leave them spellbound by your cock, Mergy-poo?” Kara asked, “Is it hard right now? All stiff and beautiful and primed and ready to claim my throat again? That robe’s so concealing I can’t tell.”

“We’d better keep moving, my lady.”

“But we ARE moving, Mergy!” Even with the hood casting a shadow across her face, Kara’s smile was dazzling, “And merely engaging in small talk. How many whores would it take to satisfy that monster you’ve got tucked away, hmm, Mergy?”

Realising he was being played like a fiddle again, Merg also realised that he could do little but try to weather the storm of dirty talk coming his way.

“Oh, come on, Mergy, don’t be coy! This is where you say ‘Just the one, my lady’ and shoot me a winning smile,” Kara continued, “Then let giant pussy-pleaser loose and fuck my face out in the street.”

Merg groaned. It was easier, he thought, when Kara dragged him off into an alleyway or a closet or something and got down on her knees in front of him.

“You’d like that, Mergy-poo, wouldn’t you? Showing all these people how much of a slut I am for your cock,” Stepping things up further, Kara switched her tone from playful to nasty, making her personal mage’s schlong start to throb in the process, “Making my eyes water and my pussy drool before you pump my belly full of all the cum you’ve got stored in those big, beefy bull balls of yours.”

“Kara, you slut,” Merg’s tone changed too as Kara pushed him closer to where he’d lose his composure.

“Oooohhhh...” Kara cooed and licked her lips at Merg’s response, then cast a quick glance at something throbbing angrily inside his robe before going on, “I do so love it when you get informal with me, Mergy! Just be careful who you do it in front of, will you?”

“Don’t worry,” Without him really realising it, Merg started to look round for empty alleyways, “I will.”

“Speaking of which, I do hope I didn’t make you jealous back there with Dust,” Kara said, “But you must realize he wanted me too. And who am I to turn him down? Of course, you were magnificent, and whatever it was you said to convince him to back out of making me his sex ****, I’m grateful.”

“Don’t mention it,” That possessive streak flared up inside Merg again, with a little voice going off in his head, goading him to remind her she was his whore. It crowded out the other voice trying to remind him that the old spy had been extremely light on details, barely giving them more than the name of the brothel and that of the person they were to seek out there.

“No, really,” Kara continued, her head darting to and fro to take in the sights as they moved along, “I do love that fat cock of his, but years of servicing it would get dreadfully monotonous. And besides, I don’t have the time to spare! Not so long as that backstabbing usurper bitch sleeps in MY bed and dawdles about in MY home!”

“It’s unfortunate,” Merg replied, “But perhaps your sister’s only trying to keep the titles and properties within the family?”

“Nonsense!” Kara’s eyes flared, “Ever since we were little, she’s been after what’s rightfully mine! You know all my toys, all my stuffed animals always ended up in her crib. And yet she’d swear she was innocent. Or surely would have, if she’d been old enough to talk, the little hellion!”

“She’s been away for a very long time though,” Case in point, Merg had never met Kara’s younger sister, and felt that he was getting a very one-sided version of events whenever she spoke of her now, “Perhaps if you were to talk to her?”

“Oh, sweet Merg, you’re too naive for a man in your position,” Miraculously, Kara refrained from commenting on how said position ought to be him on his back with her bouncing up and down on his dick, “No, this will be a battle of wits, pitting blood against blood, and she’s the aggressor, not I.”

“A pity,” Recognizing that Kara’s blood was up, Merg backed off. For now, anyway.

“Yes, but don’t let the tragedy of family betraying family get you down, my dear Mergy-poo,” Kara replied, a triumphant note that seemed a little excessive creeping into her voice as she pointed in front of them, “Look, our destination!”

“Oh, goodie...” Merg sighed, his weariness returning at the prospect of what trying to keep track of his mistress inside a brothel would be like.