Telila is triumphant

As all of the four women currently poised towards becoming his new owner were built to suit his tastes, Palben followed the bidding for him with unashamed interest.
The thought of what each of the four women would do to and with him if she was to acquire was more than enough to cause no small amount of arousal for Palben, and his impressive penis began to stiffen on-stage.

Not surprisingly, the sight of Palben’s member growing to full hardness right in front of them caused the four women to further raise the bar on how much gold they were prepared to spend on him, and the sums being called out had soon risen to quite extraordinary levels.

In the end, Telila proved to be both the smartest and the most resilient of the lustful female, having at first managed to scare away the priestess, and then handing over the initiative to the noblewoman and the mysterious female, only bidding to stay in the race.
Once the noblewoman had backed out, Telila opened her purse to the brim, offering more gold than even the mysterious stranger was prepared to do, and thus made sure that Palben would become the latest feature at her brothel.

With Palben having been sold to Telila, the auction was practically over, with all the high-profile “items” already gone to their new masters, and the crowd began to thin out before Abarrane had even led Palben off the stage.
After collecting his few belongings and dressing himself in a simple tunic that reached down to his knees and a pair of sandals, Palben was led out to the back, where a carriage awaited him.

There was no sight of Telila, but a busty blonde human was standing in front of the carriage, the woman not wearing more than a flimsy loincloth and a miniscule top.
Abarrane wasted no time in handing over Palben’s papers to the woman, and after giving Palben a farewell-kiss on the mouth, she sauntered off back inside the auction house.

“Palben,” the blonde woman’s voice was soft and melodic, “I am Kiele, and I am to take you to your new mistress.”
Nodding his head in recognition of what Kiele had said, Palben then climbed into the carriage, with the buxom blonde straight behind him.

They talked little as the carriage rolled through the city’s streets, with Kiele settling for merely responding to whatever questions that Palben could come up with.
The number of such questions was surprisingly low, and that could be explained in part by the fact that Palben was more or less staring at Kiele’s eyes. They were emerald-green in colour, but the thing which caused Palben to stare was not their colour but their shape; she had the irises and pupils of a cat rather than those of a human.
And those odd but very attractive eyes were staring at him in return, Kiele’s ruby-coloured lips curled into a smile as she scrutinized his distinctively muscled frame.
Palben could not be sure if Kiele had been present at his auction, but he doubted it; he would have remembered a woman as beautiful and as revealingly dressed as she.

What little information that Palben could obtain from Kiele was this; he was to be a male prostitute (not very surprising), Telila was a relatively relaxed and good-natured mistress/madam and Kiele was not a ****, but a trusted member of Telila’s stable of whores.

When they had arrived at the luxurious stone mansion that was the site of Telila’s renowned brothel, Kiele led Palben inside and up several flights of stairs.
Palben provoked a certain degree of interest amongst those harlots that saw him pass through the building, since the rumours of Telila’s latest purchase, and of his unusually generous endowment, had already started to circulate amongst them.

Soon, Palben found himself standing in front of a wide bed in a large room, built to allow plenty of light to shine in through the large windows.
At the edge of the bed stood Telila, the Elven madam having traded in the outfit she had worn at the auction for a thin, pale blue silk robe, which hung tightly over her body.
Since the robe was undone, and the only garment worn by the curvy madam, Palben could see both plenty of cleavage, though the generous swell of her well-shaped breasts were but mere contours under the robe, and her hairless crotch and bald pussy-lips.

“Welcome Palben,” Telila said, her voice bearing the common traits of Elves; gracious melody and harmonious clarity, “I’m glad to have you here.”
“It’s a pleasure to be here, madam.” Palben responded, with Kiele standing close behind him.
Apart from him, Kiele and Telila, there were three more persons present in the room, all of them female, scantily clad and looking straight at Palben.
“Good,” Telila smiled at him as she drew nearer, “now strip.”
The softness of her voice couldn’t hide the fact that she was commanding him to do so, and Palben quickly dropped the bag containing his few belongings before pulling the tunic up over his head; thereby revealing his muscular stature and the long length of his semi-rigid cock.

“You’re even more glorious up front, my dear boy.” Telila complemented him, the Elven madam now being close enough to touch him.
“This, however,” she continued, while running her hand over his patch of pubic hair, “has got to go.”
The feel of Telila’s soft hand rubbing his crotch caused Palben to shudder, his cock now rapidly growing in size and hardness.

“And you’re big and firm too,” Telila smiled, almost nonchalantly, as she wrapped her nimble digits around the veined trunk of Palben’s thick member.
“I think that it’s time to find out if you can use this thing as well.”
“And if I’m not up to your demands?” Palben asked, before having had time to think about it.
“Then we’ll just have to train you harder…” Telila’s voice was almost a whisper, while her thumb rolled over the underside of Palben’s cockhead, causing the young man to shudder with lust once more.