"Mmgh, yeah, ah, mmmh! Don't stop! Yeah!"
"You sure love that," he said, breathing on her sweaty thigh. His tongue swept over her innards, her precious throbbing clit.
Slight hint of salt.
Each lick made her moan. Not from just pleasure but from anticipation. If just licking felt this good then how good would it feel when he-
"But," the man moved back. "Our time is up." He slid down the bed with a rustle and pulled up his pants like he'd practiced it every day.
"Wh-what? Can you not see how wet I am. Get in me, now!"
"Oh please," the man shrugged. "You can do it yourself."
Of all the men Ayna had seen in her life, never had she come across a man so utterly devoid of lust like the one before her. Tall, muscular, and kind of charming. A beautiful man; no, elf. Just her type. However, he had the personality of a sadist. Sometimes he'd go all the way. Some other times he'd tease her and leave her hanging without finishing. Men were like wolves, her mother used to say. They would strike whenever they got the chance. And yet, the man was more like a cat. He was only going to play when he felt like it.
Sighing, Ayna circled her clit. But it just didn't feel right. She didn't feel the same heat, she didn't feel the same wetness, the same… pleasure. Of course, it was still pleasurable and she climaxed sooner than later. Clitoral stimulation always worked for her. A warm dry orgasm; it left her heaving for more. She wasn't a firm believer of penetrative sex but she could sure use some right now.
"You keep staring at me like I'm an item on display," Ayna said. Red lips, flashy makeup; braided hair combed with a tiara.
"You are, you look beautiful," he said, whispering to her lips. Her lower lips.
Ayna watched with an awkward grin. "One peculiar man. Why don't you find a woman you love and just settle down. You will at least save money."
"Well," he smirked. "No one is as nice as you."
Ayna snorted. "Oh please, I'm only nice because you pay me to be darling." She squished the man's head between her thighs.
"Sure. And let's keep it that way. I pay you, you love me, I love you, I pay you. I don't see anything wrong with that."
Slurp!
"H-hey!" She giggled. "Truly, a peculiar man."
***
Sometime later the man walked out of the establishment. All the buildings in his near vicinity were brightly colored with signs and symbols. Women were walking around. Most fully clothed but they showed off their legs or maybe their arms and some even their backs to eager customers on the street, hoping to lure them back into their own establishments.
This wasn't an uncommon scenario in the red light district and the man was fairly used to it. He casually avoided all the pretty girls in thick makeup and passed the buildings. Even the shady ones with ill looking people and rough individuals. They passed them all and even if someone showed any interest in him, they were quick to realize his ears and left him alone.
Later the man reached a fork and entered the main road of the city. The houses weren't as brightly decorated but they were still big and it was bustling today. Hundreds of stalls were set; farmers and merchants alike were selling their goods.
"I forgot it was the day of Zyphyr," he mumbled. "You there," he eyed an elven soldier who didn't give him the time of day. "Hey you, I'm talking to you, you stout little man."
"Mind your own business Pug. I'm on official duty. Get in my way and you will get the blade," he didn't even bother looking at the man before him.
"Cheer up, it was just on girl," he said. "Come on, Menzier."
"And you STOLE her from me PUG!" he pointed, glaring, ready to impale the man without a second thought.
The man, in his plain white shirt and black pants laughed. "Come on man, you know how I am."
"And you never even slept with her. And she still keeps talking about you every time we meet. What did you even do to her!?"
"I don't know," the man shrugged. "I don't know." He repeated.
"Get away from me Pug." He shoved the man out of his way and just continued his guard duty as usual.
The man, Pug as the soldier called him, laughed it off and kept walking and checking out the wares. He had money. He always had money. So, he could buy whatever he wanted. Nothing caught his eye though and he lost interest sooner than later when girls around him kept glancing his way and chattering. One even bundled up the courage to go up to him and ask his name. Most people here were humans, or mixed born. But even if there were elves-
"I'm sorry miss, but you're better off not knowing," he smiled and she nearly fell over.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
The man walked out of the bustling street and approached a carriage. "Are you headed to the 4th district?" he said.
"I am."
"Can I come along?"
It was the only carriage without any women. Not a single one.
"Five gold."
"I was aware that the price was only 4?"
"One extra cause of reassurance. Guys like you are prime targets for mugging and that would put everyone in danger you see."
How does that make sense? The man smiled but didn't quite say anything.
"You can come with me," someone said. Feminine voice.
The man instinctively chuckled. "No thank you-" but paused when he saw her face. "Zodery. You're back? I thought you-"
She didn't have her with her, or her carriage. Just a horse.
"We lost. Come, I'll fill you up on the way."