Content Warning: Sexually explicit. Reader discretion advised.
"Sure I'd agree to what?" A commanding voice called from the stairs bringing all eyes to the source. A tall, curvacious, olive-skinned elf with a luscious and well-cared for beard made her way down the stairs wearing a corset, garter, ruffled shorts, and practically see through pale robe that was tied but hid nothing.
"Good morning Madame!" The chorus of professionals sang out to their mistress.
"Good morning, Darlings. Who is our guest and what am I agreeing to, miss Cori?" Madame Lufoncia strode regally across the room, the airy fabric of her robe trailing behind her as she made her way to the head of the longest table in the room. Cori hopped off the bar and brought over the breakfast and purple-froth drink that everyone seemed to have a cup of every morning before stepping back behind the bar to pour the Madame a cup of tea.
"This is Wynessa, she wants to have her master and be prepared for it." The masculine person who had spoken bluntly earlier seemed eager to jump to the conclusion that was the most obvious, but despite Wynessa's sputtering, she could not in good conscience deny it was exactly that.
"And did anyone tell her what's in the tea she drank?" The silence was deafening in response to the Madame's question, so she turned to their guest and spoke endearingly, "Darling, I would like to apologise for my people. Did Cori give you some tea earlier? Yes? Well, the tea we usually offer to early morning guests like yourself has a type of "tell the truth" brewed into it. It's my own special blend, so don't go asking for the recipe, but for about an hour or so longer depending on when you got here, you won't be able to lie. It's a safety concern when people knock on our door, or pace outside our door as the case may be, so early in the morning. Who sent you our way?"
"The giantess who runs the tavern on the western edge of the city right by the gate."
"Ah, that makes sense." She took a bite of her breakfast and as she ate, she thought and debated for a moment. "Did you say your name is Wynessa?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"It's Madame, if you please. Is your giant, by any godly chance, a Captain Miklian?"
Wynessa was stunned, nodding her head silently as she tried to figure out how his name or hers was known to anyone so far away, let alone to this specific person. Before she could ask, a sharp knock on the larger side of the building shook the entire group.
"Cori, take her to your room and get started. Everyone else, get ready. We start early today." Madame spoke clearly and definitively as she stood, drained the rest of her frothy purple drink and strode towards the door, calling out in a sing-song voice. "Just a minute, Darling!"
Wynessa quickly found herself pulled by her wrist up the stairs to the fourth floor where there were only two doors, whereas the two floors between them and the ground floor each had four doors. How were there so many people in only eight rooms? Before she could ask too many questions, Cori pushed a door which swung into the brightly lit room and pulled her guest in with her before closing the door.
The room was draped with fabric that was almost exclusively bright oranges and yellows with a single sheet of a dull pink on the farthest wall that seemed to be covering a window. The entire floor was covered in pillows, blankets, and other comfortable-looking furniture. On the far side of the room from the door was a set of two large wardrobes, one of which the fiery haired host strode purposefully towards and unlocked with a key she pulled from seemingly nowhere.
Wynessa couldn't quite see around the doorways of the open wardrobe, but when Cori saw the curiosity in her eyes, she ushered her guest closer. The curiosity only grew as Wynessa saw the shelves in the wardrobe and what they displayed, her eyes grew wide as Cori explained.
"These are tools we use to train our professionals, like me and the Madame, in order to get the body used to the size and shape of a giant's phallus. Most of these are made out of marble or smoothed granite, but every single one is blessed and enchanted so they never break, never become rough, never become damaged, and we always cover them with one of these." She pulled a jar from the bottom shelf, popping open the lid and pulling out what almost looked like a sausage casing, but far larger. "This is to prevent you from getting too used to the feeling of stone rather than flesh. Does that make sense?"
Wynessa found herself staring mesmerised at the uniformly-shaped carvings that were all various sizes, though the largest set were each about as long as her arm from elbow to fingertip. The shape itself was fascinatingly different from the human men she had been with, even different than the elvish men. Where a human phallus was similar to a mushroom once the foreskin was moved, elvish phallus were slender with less of a head, but ringed with ribbing of a kind.
These that sat on the shelf before her started at the base with a bulbous expansion that easily added a third more girth than the widest part of the shaft, which was itself mottled with a pattern of bumps that almost resembled bug-bites but in swirling lines that circled around starting at the bottom of the head. The head was pointed on one side like a rounded spearhead and oval-shaped if looked at from above with the wider sides being the point and the lowest end of the head. Unlike humans and elves, these all had two divots in the head rather than one.
"It's like an elephant trunk..." Wynessa mused quietly before turning back to look at her teacher. "I saw one in a book my father had. How strange."
Cori smirked evilly before stepping behind Wynessa and gently wrapping her hands around the paler woman's waist.
"So, you said earlier that you've never been with a woman. Are you sure you want to learn how to handle this giant of yours? I'm sure we can find a masculine person to teach you." As she spoke, the earthy dark hands gently began moving across the fabric that hid the soft skin of the woman before her, one hand slowly moving up her chest until it stopped just below the full breast that would easily overflow her hand, the other sliding down to rest on the front of a thigh.
Her motions were expert and practiced, but Wynessa didn't mind as she found her breath caught in her throat wanting more of the firm yet gentle caress.
"I need an answer, Sweetheart." Her honeyed voice was a purr in Wynessa's ear, leaning her head back as she struggled to find the words to ask her to continue.
"I-I-I can't pay you..."
"Yes you can, but we can discuss that later. Do you want to continue with me, yes or no?" The strength in her voice that demanded an answer brought life to the woman before her.