I joined Elise, who was waiting for me in front of the inn.
I was exhausted from my training with Suzanne.
I felt strangely excited, not only by the physical effort with this magnificent woman, but also by the memory of the taste of that special drink.
I desperately wanted to release the tension that was building inside me.
Elise immediately pulled me into her embrace.
— So, how was your training with your master? she whispered in my ear.
— This training was exhausting, but I was able to improve my swordsmanship and shield mastery, I replied, my voice hoarse with excitement and my breath short. And you?
— Me, I learned three spells: the healing spell, the luminous arrow, and the antidote. But I have to tell you something...
She paused, her eyes filled with a flicker of fear and a strange excitement.
— The priestesses of the Goddess of Love are afflicted with a curse: when I'm excited, I attract men more easily, she confided, her voice deepening.
My heart tightened, but a protective pride immediately filled me.
— That doesn't bother me, I will protect you from anyone who wants to harm you, I said, my voice full of assurance.
Elise took my hand and we quickly went up to our room.
As soon as the door closed, she turned to me.
— Mark, thank you for protecting me. I would be nothing without you, I couldn't have done this alone. I learned that the Antidote spell is cast strangely. I have to put the penis in my mouth and swallow the sperm. Do you want to try it? It will be your gift, she asked me, her voice laden with desire mixed with obvious curiosity.
— Of course I do! I said, without hesitation.
I immediately lowered my pants and my boxers; my dick came out, hard and full of desire.
Elise knelt, her eyes fixed on my sex.
She took it in her hands, and the sensation of her fingers on my skin was incredible, which made me gasp.
Then she started sniffing my penis.
I saw her blush intensely.
An exquisite scent seemed to emanate from it for her, a fragrance that visibly transported her to another world.
She then began to place a few light kisses on my penis.
Each time her lips brushed my skin, an electric shock traversed my body.
It was incredibly soft, unbearable.
She then decided to take all of my penis.
I felt her warm, moist tongue envelop it; her mouth was incredible.
A jet of sperm entered her throat almost instantly.
I had spasms, my body trembling under the intensity of the pleasure.
When the stream stopped and the wave of pleasure subsided, she slowly stood up.
Her lips approached mine, still wet and shining.
She began to kiss me passionately, and the sperm, warm and sticky, with an strangely strong and pungent taste, mingled with my saliva in my mouth.
The taste was unsettling, almost nauseating, but the excitement of the moment helped me get used to it.
Our tongues intertwined, our saliva mixing in that liquid.
When there was no more sperm to share, the warmth of Elise's mouth moved away from my lips, but the taste persisted.
My own sperm, mixed with hers, a flavor that should have revolted me, but which, strangely, ignited a new hunger in me.
My penis, which I hadn't even had time to feel soften, was hard and pulsating again, an undeniable response to this brutal and unexpected intimacy.
Elise stepped back, her dark gaze fixed on mine, a mischievous smile stretching her slightly swollen lips.
She ran her tongue over her own lips, gathering the last traces of the mixture, a gesture so sensual that my whole body shivered.
There was no trace of disgust on her face, just deep satisfaction and a new boldness.
— So, how was it? she whispered in my ear, her voice hoarse, so close that I felt her warm breath against my skin.
— I... I thought I had to swallow my sperm, I managed to articulate, my voice choked.
A confused mix of astonishment, a hint of residual disgust, and dizzying excitement ran through me.
It was unsettling, unprecedented, and yet... incredibly desirable.
She let out a slight laugh, a melodic sound that echoed in the room.
— This is your reward for acquiring new skills, my dear Mark.
I know you enjoyed it, even if you don't want to admit it, she told me in a playful voice, her eyes sparkling with a mischief that proved she knew exactly what she was doing.
Then Elise approached.
— Do you want to go eat? We need to gather our strength for our first quest tomorrow.
— And what should I do about this? I asked, my excitement not fading, showing my still erect penis.
— That just proves you enjoyed it. Do you want me to take care of this problem? she asked me with a look full of mischief.
— Yes, I replied in a low voice, hesitant, but unable to refuse.
She came even closer, her eyes sparkling.
— Are you ready? she whispered.
Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed my penis.
The sensation of her hands on my skin was incredible, extremely soft.
Then she started moving back and forth, her thumb caressing the glans, her fingers firm around the base.
I started to gasp, pleasure overwhelming me.
My knees buckled and I unconsciously leaned on her, seeking support.
— Are you comfortable? she said in a falsely sweet tone, but with obvious mischief.
— Yes, I articulated with difficulty, the pleasure in her hands was so immense. My body was covered in shivers.
Elise felt the moment coming.
She suddenly slowed, then stopped.
— Do you want it to come out? she whispered in my ear, her voice deep and full of promises.
— Yes, I replied, the word escaping me despite myself.
A cruel smile stretched her lips.
She lowered her foot, then, with a quick and precise movement, she struck my balls with her knee.
A burning pain pierced me.
The world exploded into a myriad of white stars and I was thrown backward.
The impact was so brutal that my legs gave way.
I collapsed onto Elise, groaning, my hands clenching my groin.
But through this excruciating suffering, a wave of intense and uncontrollable pleasure surged.
My body convulsed in a mixture of ecstasy and agony, an unbearable experience where pain amplified pleasure and pleasure sharpened pain.
I no longer knew which emotion to choose, torn between these two extremes.
The spasm shook me for long seconds.
When I finally stopped coming on Elise, the pain, though throbbing, began to subside.
All the while, Elise supported me with a look blending worry and pleasure, her eyes fixed on my mixed suffering and pleasure.
After a moment, she put her hands around my penis and cast Healing.
I didn't know how I should react.
I had enjoyed the feeling, but I felt mostly humiliated.
— Do you feel better? I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, Elise asked me, in a worried voice, fearing she had gone too far.
— Yes, I'm a little better. What are you going to do to make it up to me? I replied, angrily.
— I don't know, she replied in a submissive voice.
It was the first time I had seen her so submissive to me; usually, she always dominated me.
This eased my anger a little.
— For 2 days, you will obey all my orders without exception and you must call me Master. I was so excited that my anger disappeared. My wife should obey me for 2 days. I will be the great Master!
— Yes, Master, she told me, still worried about me.
— Come on, let's go eat.
We went down the stairs to sit at a table.
I was excited that Elise had to obey me.
Stephanie arrived with the dishes.
— So, how was your day? she asked us, very happy.
— It was wonderful! We each gained new skills and tomorrow we are going to start doing the beginner quests, I said, cheerfully.
— Yes, it was a good day, Elise said very politely.
— That's incredible! I hope you don't get captured, she said rather sadly.
Then Stephanie hugged me, with a surprisingly firm embrace.
Elise gave me a worried look; she didn't want to try anything, given that she had to obey me.
Stephanie buried her face in my neck, inhaling deeply, then said, her voice a little huskier:
— Mmmh, Mark... you stink of sweat! Go to the public baths before going to sleep, she said, continuing to sniff me with unsettling intensity.
Elise looked at me with an intense jealous gaze.
— Elise, go get our things, I asked in a haughty tone.
— Yes, Master, she replied, but her jealous look pierced me.
I stayed downstairs with Stephanie.
— Why is she calling you Master? she asked me with a playful look.
I didn't want to reveal what had happened, so I lied to her.
— She lost a bet against me and has to call me Master for 2 days, I said, laughing.
— You know, Mark, I've always had a soft spot for you... You're so... cute, with that innocence, she murmured in my ear, her voice sweet as honey, but with an underlying current of defiance.
— What are you saying? I said, blushing.
— I'm saying that if one day you get tired of being an exemplary husband, or if you need to... get revenge, you know where to find me. My room is right next door, and I could make you forget all your worries, believe me, she replied, her gaze shining with an explicit invitation, almost an irresistible promise.
— But I'm married to Elise, I stammered.
— You are her Master, it's up to you to decide.
— If you change your mind, come to my room, I will let you experience a happiness you have never had... and will never have with her.
I was shocked by Stephanie's offer to cheat on my wife with her.
I didn't know how to react.
But I was still angry with my wife, even despite her punishment, for what she had done to me.
Elise came back down with our things.
— We can go to the baths, she told me.
— I'm coming, I said, still shocked by the offer.
When we arrived at the baths, we went to the counter, where the establishment's staff sold access to the baths.
— Two tickets, please, I asked.
— Four pieces, the employee replied in a neutral voice.
I placed the clinking pieces on the worn wood.
— Elise, go to your section and enjoy a good bath, I told her.
— Yes, Master, she replied, her gaze filled with barely veiled submission.
I went to my designated section and undressed.
As I began to wash, my gaze was drawn to several men, strangely still, their bodies pressed against one of the walls.
A keen curiosity pricked me.
Once purified, I went into the large basin.
A feeling of inferiority seized me when I saw the imposing musculature of these men, contrasting with my own physique.
— What are you doing? I asked, my curiosity overcoming my embarrassment, addressing a man whose gaze was fixed on the wall with unsettling intensity.
— Ah, you, you're new, aren't you? You must not know the peculiarity of these public baths, he told me with a greasy laugh, his eyes not leaving their fixation.
I followed his gaze downwards and was shocked by what I saw: a collection of erect virilities, some hands moving with unsettling regularity.
A shiver ran through my body.
In comparison, mine seemed ridiculous.
— And what is this peculiarity? I asked, feeling my cheeks flush.
— You see those small gaps? he whispered. They offer a clear view of the women's bath.
Intrigued and a little ashamed, I pressed my eye to one of the holes.
The sight that met me was unexpected: several red-haired women, each more alluring than the last, moved gracefully in the steam.
But my heart skipped a beat when Elise appeared.
Her beauty, almost sacred in its purity, effortlessly eclipsed that of the others, her delicate gestures modestly hiding her curves.
Around me, the men's agitation intensified.
Sighs and gasps mingled with increasingly distinct murmurs.
— Look at that! A real goddess! one shouted, his voice hoarse.
— I want her! I want to give her children until she can no longer walk! another interjected, his breathing quickening.
— She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in these baths! What breasts... and those hips! a third commented, his voice choked with effort.
Each offered his exclamation, his crude fantasy.
I heard obscene propositions, bestial desires escaping from all directions, all directed towards my wife.
A strange mixture of indignation and guilty excitement rose within me as I heard these men obsessed with Elise's image.
My penis stiff, I could no longer resist this atmosphere.
I started to masturbate, listening to what they were saying about my wife.
All this humiliation that Elise endured made me ejaculate, and a jet of sperm burst from my penis.
Soon, the bath water began to turn cloudy, the surface becoming milky due to the secretions.
A pungent, metallic, and sweet odor mixed with the ambient steam, making the air heavy and suffocating.
Each breath became a trial, and the atmosphere saturated with palpable obscenity made me nauseous.
My own body, caught in this collective frenzy, no longer found relief in the heat.
I could no longer bear this spectacle, these noises, this corrupted atmosphere.
I stood up abruptly, getting out of the water with a sense of urgency.
The contact of the air on my dripping skin was a bitter relief.
I washed myself again to get rid of the smell.
I dressed quickly, my movements trembling, seeking to escape the echo of groans and the opaque fog that persisted around the peepholes.
A few minutes later, Elise joined me in the hall.
She was radiant, perfectly clean, her face fresh and soothed by the bath, as if she had never been the subject of so much unhealthy attention.
Her innocent smile contrasted violently with what I had just experienced, leaving me with a mixture of shame, relief, and an unconfessable fascination.
We left the public baths.
— Master, can we walk around the city? We still haven't had time to visit it, she asked me joyfully, her eyes sparkling.
— Yes, we can, I replied, a slight smile on my lips.
Elise took my hand and, full of enthusiasm, ran towards an ice cream vendor, her crystalline laughter echoing in the street.
She ordered two cones, one for her and one for me, before handing me mine.
— A gift! This is to make up for it, she said in a sweet voice, with a look that would have softened anyone.
I took the ice cream, the sweet and cold comfort in my hand.
— I'm not as angry anymore, I confessed. The bath helped me clear my head. But... I would like you not to hit my balls anymore. Promise me.
Her smile faded for a moment, replaced by a serious expression.
— Yes, I promise you, Mark! she said with disarming sincerity.
As soon as these words were spoken, she threw herself into my arms and kissed me fervently, the taste of the ice cream and her desire mingling on our lips.
The resentment I might still feel evaporated, replaced by an unexpected tenderness.
— Come on, let's go back to the inn, I said, feeling that the day had been full of emotions.
Back at the inn, we went straight to our room.
Elise turned to me, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
— Master, do you have any other commands? she said in a voice imbued with mischievous enthusiasm.
— Yes, I have one, I replied, a smile forming. I want you to sleep in my arms.
She beamed; a radiant smile lit up her face.
— Yes, Master! It will be an honor! she exclaimed, delighted by this last request.
We both went to bed.
She nestled against me, her warm, soft body molding to mine.
An unexpected calm finally reigned between us, for that night, at least, our troubled hearts found a fragile rest in each other's embrace.