With my ex-boss's high-class scumbag friends lurking around, staying in the outskirts is a fuckin' death trap.
So, I decided to walk up to the grand gates of the capital. But guess what? Those fuckin' guards start asking for passes like they own the place. Obviously, being a street rat, I ain't got one.
But here's the thing I tell ya, I can read those scumbags' faces like a book. They're another one of those corrupt, two-faced pieces of shit.
When I reached the front of the line, they start insulting me, "You look like shit you fucking street rat, get the hell outta here, scram!"
But all it takes is a shake of my coin pouch and a toss of a gold coin their way.
Suddenly, their demeanor changes.
"Of course, welcome sir. Hope you enjoy your stay at Sindoria!" they say, with that fake-ass smile.
It's poetic, really. A two-faced coin revealing the true colors of these guard scumbags.
Stepping foot inside the capital for the first time in my life, I'm greeted by the sight of prosperity and golden fuckin' everything. It makes my bile rise up, and I have to fight the urge to fuckin' puke.
But I've got a mission to accomplish, and it's been a long fuckin' night, so I headed to an inn to get rest and gather some information.
I entered one of the shittier looking inns to not draw any attention, but even the shittiests of inns in the capital is miles ahead of anything the outskirts could ever offer.
As luck would have it, the bald-headed, white mustached, dickhead innkeeper turns out to be another piece of shit.
He refuses to serve me, he says "Hello si- AH it's just another one of those street rats that managed to get inside the capital, we dont serve your kind here, go away."
Oh, this fucker is really asking for me to stab him. But causing a scene right after entering the capital won't do me any good.
I noticed a board behind him, advertising a rate of 2 gold coins for one night. So, I slammed 5 gold coins on the table and told 'em,
"One night, keep the change, you bald piece a' shit."
The look of surprise on his fuckin' face is priceless.
"Yes, sir, of course! Here are your room keys, upstairs on the third door!" This two-faced bald fuck says.
I take the keys quietly and make my way upstairs, desperate for some fuckin' rest.
But just as I'm about to fall asleep, there's a knock on my door. Who the fuck is bothering me at this hour?
I opened the door and came face to face with a demon girl in bathrobes.
She's got dark green hair, tiny horns, pink-red skin, and a long black tail with an end shaped like a heart. And lemme tell ya, she's emitting a heat that's fuckin' hard to resist.
"My master asked me to please you, he's thanking you for your patronage," she says.
Of course the innkeeper is a slaver. Who would've fuckin' guessed? The capital is crawling with these lowlife scumbags.
But I'm tired as fuck and just want some rest. So, I tell her, "Please, I'm fuckin' exhausted. Just tell 'em that you've done yer job."
But this demon girl refuses, she says "I've never have someone reject me before, my master used a curse for me to get seduced easily, he said it would help with my job."
"What the fuck do you mean?"
And then, without warning, she lifts up her bathrobe, revealing her drenched pussy, "Nobody's ever made me this wet before, please, I want you, master,"
Fuck, she's under a curse that makes her easily aroused. If I refuse, she'll suffer even more.
All I can say is,
"Fuck... okay."
She pounced on me, pushed me on the bed, her hands exploring my chest and making their way downstairs.
She says, "Wow, you're very well-built. I can't help but... OH, you're huge, master,"
Well, of course I'm fuckin' huge. How the fuck do you think I survived on the streets with a tiny dick? You know the saying, "It's either fuck or get fucked."
Okay, back to the story. This absolute slut starts going down on me, and let me tell you, her mouth feels nothing shy of heavenly. And those split tongues that demon girls have? They make the sensation even more fuckin' dirty. I feel like I could cum at any moment.
So, I decide to reach over and finger her drenching pussy. She moans and raises her tail high, begging for more. It's my cue to switch gears and fuck her properly if I don't want to blow my load too soon.
I whispered those magic words,
"Turn around and bend over."
And let me tell ya, she obeyed without hesitation.
That view of her ass and drenching pussy was nothing short of divine. Surprisingly clean, too. I guess the innkeeper kept 'er clean so that clients would keep coming back.
She looked back at me with those seductive eyes, begging for it while waving her ass,
"Master, what are you waiting for? My pussy wants it so bad,"
Fuck, resistance was futile at this point.
I wasted no time and plunged deep inside her. The moans that escaped her mouth could have woken up the whole damn neighborhood.
"Ahhh~ you're so deep, master. Your cock is filling me up,"
And just like that, I lost my senses and surrendered to my primal instincts.
We fucked like animals, not caring who heard us. On the bed, on the table, outside on the corridor-ya name it, we did it. The inn must have been in complete chaos with our loud, shameless acts.
But did I give a fuck? Hell no. It was pure, unadulterated fun.
And fun fact, every time she came, her tail glowed bright pink, a cute sight. I lost count of how many times we both came.
When the fucking session finally ended, I tossed a gold coin her way and said,
"For you, keep it to yourself. Don't give it to the innkeeper,"
I'm making sure she treats herself nicely for the good service tonight.
Her eyes lighten up, and said those magical words, "Thank you master, please come again!"
OH SHIT! The primal fuck session made me completely forget about my mission, and as I achieved an absolute divine post-nut clarity, I remembered to ask for information.
As she reached for the doorknob, I immediately asked,
"By any chance, do you know of a man in a golden carriage around here?"
"Of course master!" she says, "He's Lord Malachi, the elite slaver that sells slaves exclusively to the crown, how could you not know? he's one of the most famous people in the capital!"
Lord Malachi, the elite slaver who catered exclusively to the crown. A real piece of shit, probably the worst compared to the rest of 'em.
But hearing that, I immediately knew what my next move would be.
I tossed her another gold coin, and said "That's for the information."
Her eyes lit up like a puppy who just got a treat. She went out looking happier than the 'free' people.
And now, after a long night, finally.
Some fucking rest.
To Be Continued...