Re: Desert Paradise (Courtesan Card Game)
(smut for Kuara)
Red and Blue Gangsters
Kuara's first two guests came in as a pair. Their expressions seemed to lit up once they laid eyes upon her, looking upon the promising hopeful with an odd sense of familiarity.
"Hey there, hon. Wow... what a fine woman you've grown up to be," came the first remark from the one to the left. He was likely a commoner, from the way that he spoke and looked, but was dressed in slightly finer clothing than that of a typical member of his class. He was possessed of a notably muscular build, although he was only a few inches taller than Kuara.
"You probably don't remember us. But we remember you," said the other, thinner but taller than his cohort. He was more handsome than the other one, but still had a look that could pass as criminal. It was then that Kuara recalled who they might be--enforcers for the wealthy lord whose monopoly her father and his accomplice attempted to undermine. It had been so long since she last saw them, but only then had the flood of memories come rushing in. They didn't violate her back then, as she was far more valuable with virginity intact. Of course, that quality of hers was long gone by that point, and she was older now, but it didn't appear to lessen the apparent attraction they had for her any.
Not to mention, the time for hostilities was anytime but now. This was her chance to achieve perhaps the closest thing she could get to 'freedom', in that financial security and control over her own assets would be real. She couldn't refuse them if she had any hope of getting in to the Palace.
"Relax, though. We just wanted to see how you've been doing. I'm guessin' pretty well, since you're already competing for the next spot in the Regallah Palace. I'm Fihr, by the way," said the taller of the two, taking a look around her temporary quarters, as if reminding the girl of what she could have. For a guest room, it was lavishly decorated, with everything one could ask for. A round, low canopy bed with a silky, sheer curtain; a window with a nice view of the city; even a marbled basin at which one could wash themselves. The table they sat at had a silver bowl full of fruits and a platter of appetizers already prepared for the three of them.
"Yeah," added the more muscular thug. "I'm Conn--still don't remember me? Nice, cushy job you got here. Maybe even get to pick your customers once you're in there? We might never get to see you again, once your price skyrockets... shame, isn't it?" He picked a small fruit from the tray, popping it into his mouth.
The pair lounged by the table and continued to chat in such a casual manner, as if they were old friends of Kuara's, even if she knew what they were ultimately there for. She was expected to pour wine for them and pretend to listen to their stories. They spoke of their conquests and trials as enforcers for one of the richest barons in Deun. It wasn't always a pretty job by any means, and they didn't always agree with their own employer--but perhaps the same could be said for Kuara herself.
But conversation could only go on for so long, especially given her trade. Soon enough, it came to that time, and Conn was the first to speak. "You know, both of us combined our pay to be able to visit you like this. Treat us well, won't you?"
By the time he had finished his suggestion, Fihr was already next to Kuara, his cheeks blushed with the fine wine they had enjoyed. He stole a kiss from her while slinging an arm around her shoulder, resting his hand upon one of her breasts, and slid the other hand down her taut stomach, his digits wandering down below her waistline and testing her nethers to check for any wetness. He was a rather smooth fellow, and his gentle fondlings continued to bring Kuara to appropriate levels of arousal before doing away with what clothing she did have. As he did so, his cohort stripped himself down, seemingly eager to get right to it. "Me first," announced Conn, positioning himself in between Kuara's legs as his friend guided her to her back on a nearby round cushion that normally functioned as a bed of sorts. "I've been waiting too long for this!"
"We both have," remarked the taller one, his erection visible through his trousers. With or without Kuara's help, he eventually freed his member and presented it to the purple-haired beauty. His cock was already quite hard, producing a bead or two of precum for her to taste as the other man dipped his head down to take a few licks at her cunny.
Conn slurped away at her flower until her juices began to flow freely. Satisfied with his work, he then hurried to enter her, and thanks to the overflow of Kuara's feminine juices, he slid right in with ease. He got right to pounding her, and in noticeable contrast to their rather calm, civilized discussions, his treatment of the girl's body was rough, savage, filled with wanton desire. The sheer force of his strokes made it practically impossible for Kuara to stay quiet, or even to keep Fihr's cock securely between her lips. But even that wasn't enough for Conn, as he made it a point to enjoy her in more than just one position. Rolling over while still inside of her and causing her mouth to part from Fihr completely, he then positioned her on top, so as to straddle him, and grinned.
"Show me how you ride," commanded the bulkier man.
With her best efforts, he grunted and sighed, tightening his glutes and bucking up in return while sinking deeper and deeper still into her depths, and in turn, the abyss of pleasure. The sheer force of his thrusts along with her movements made her breasts bounce, but he soon steadied the soft mounds by supporting them with his hands. Meanwhile, Fihr, the taller of the two wagged his cock at her mouth, awaiting her services. He sighed in appreciation when she took him in.
The gangster fucking her howled with delight as Kuara began to ride him with more enthusiasm. In return, he began to push himself upwards into her even deeper, each thrust seemingly more forceful than the last, sending the girl on a fast track to an orgasm of her own. But before she could do so, Fihr, whom she had been sucking on, apparently couldn't hold on any longer. He grunted, abruptly pulled himself out from the warmth of her mouth, and began to jerk himself off, aiming his hardened rod directly at her face. "Ugh! Uwwooohh... ohhhh, yeah!" he cried as thick ropes of his milky liquid jetted out, either coating her face or the inside of her mouth, depending on how she chose to receive it.
The one beneath her soon followed suit. Kuara felt Conn tense and shudder beneath her, and the twitching of his cock forecasted the creampie she was to receive. And so he did. Kuara felt the first shot of her old 'acquaintance' trigger her own climax, and it was just as easy to lose herself in the intense feeling as it was for him. "Ohhhhh! Uwwooohhh! Hooohhh! Hnnnn! Hrrrnnnngghh! Haaahhhh! Huaahhh..." groaned the man as he continued to slam up into her, each defined spurt of his seed adding to the growing warmth in her pussy, but clearly not enough to tire him out just yet. Even after she felt her partner's bursts stop within her, he seemed content to keep going through the motions, driving it in deeper and deeper still.
While Fihr was still spent for quite some time, Conn continued to have his way with Kuara, rolling over so that he might have a turn on top of her, and enjoying her several times from there. He drove her repeatedly into the silky plush surface of the soft, round cushion they were on--though she had little control over whom she saw, it was a much more comfortable situation than many she had been in before, being taken on broken-down, dirty mattresses and the like. Perhaps this new life wouldn't be so bad. And even though he had released quite a bit inside of her not too long ago, he finished yet again, groaning and holding her tightly to him when he came inside of her for the second and final time of the evening.
When it was time for him to go, he exchanged some final pleasantries for the time being, saying: "Now, don't go forgetting about us, yeah? When you find your cushy little seat and room up in the Regallah Palace ranks... be sure to invite us over from time to time. Or at least get us a discount!"
Blue Thief
This next customer was, surprisingly enough, a woman possessed of short blue hair and tanned skin. She wasn't particularly tall for what Kuara assumed to be Xali lineage, but was most certainly well built, the sculpted surface of her abdomen in plain sight thanks to the less than modest clothing she wore. After all, people of her tribe usually were not keen on excessive dress.
When the courtesan began to pour some wine for her, from a particularly expensive bottle, the woman grabbed the goblet, downed the entire drink in one gulp, and sighed in relief. She waited for another, and another after that, drinking them down as if they were nothing. "Aaahhh... wheeewwww! Thanks for that," exclaimed the customer, then grabbing a few of the finger foods provided on the table and stuffing them down. She began to talk with her mouth full. "Rrmph... rew know, I paid a rotta money fer dis but... *cough* not used ta all da fancy shit, yah? Why don't we--kuhh..." She took a moment to clear her throat, waiting for Kuara to pour her yet another helping of the immensely expensive alcohol, and then drank it down like a thirsty camel. "...get right to it, huh? Oh, guess I should tell you my name before we start. I'm Seva. Hehe..."
She eyed a particular shape in the bowl of fruit and reached forward to grab hold of it, admiring its natural form. It was a deoricot, a juicy, notably phallic fruit known for thriving in hot regions like Deun and Grisalesca. Its thick juice had a mild sweetness to it, and could be squeezed out from the tip if one was so skilled. The woman wagged it back and forth, sliding it against her own cheek, before pushing it against Kuara's lips. She put forth a sultry grin and awaited the courtesan's performance, releasing soft, mock moans when the purple-haired one made a particularly impressive maneuver. Once Kuara had really gotten into it, however, Seva would pull the deoricot out from between her lips and squeeze it tightly, causing its white, milky juices to splatter all over the Deunic beauty's face.
"Oops~ Well, that's okay... you look better with that all over you. I bet it's something you're used to, huh? You little slut..." Seva leaned forward, scooting herself against Kuara, and took a long lick of the other woman's cheek, smacking her lips a few times afterwards. The red blush had fully crept over her own face, and though her breath reeked of the wine she was served, Kuara had little choice but to bear it. "Tasty. Mmph, I'm pretty horny now after watching you try sooo hard at that, so..." As expected, her free hand began to wander, pulling at laces here and there to get the courtesan's clothes off. "C'mon, you're not the only one to gets to have a little fun around here." She grabbed one of Kuara's wrists and led it to the waistline of her own shorts, expecting her partner to do the same. When the former slave finally did away with Seva's bottoms and touched down upon her petals, she would find the tanned beauty sopping wet with anticipation. "Yeah, I'm a little messy right now. Take care of that, willya?" Sitting back, she kicked off her shorts and spread her thighs, placing her free hand behind Kuara's head and leading her to lick her.
Perhaps Seva had not washed in some time, or she had been through quite a journey to get to Nenuphar beforehand, but her womanhood proved somewhat musky. Still, it wasn't entirely unpleasant, as the thief's natural scent wasn't nearly as bad as some other customers that Kuara was forced to deal with. "Ooooohh..." she cooed, biting her lower lip as she put the hopeful to work in servicing the most sensitive parts of her nethers by tongue and lips. Judging from Seva's moans, she was having quite a good time thanks to Kuara's ministrations, as made evident by the writhing and tensing of her toned body.
But that wouldn't be enough. Before she could get too worked up, she directed the other girl to lay down flat on her back, and positioned herself atop her in a 69 so that the courtesan's oral services could continue. However, on her end, she had retained her grip upon the deoricot, still slick with saliva, and slowly slid it into Kuara's tight cunny. Then, she would pump it in and out, giggling at every reaction given to her, and once she had built up a steady rhythm, would employ her own tongue and fingers to pull back the hood of the Deunic woman's clit and lap away at the little pearl. This continued for quite some time, Seva's arm strength proving to be ample and consistent enough to give Kuara a nice, steady fucking with the fruit until she felt herself approaching a thunderous climax. And just when the orgasm was within reach, Seva helped push the other girl up and over by squeezing the deoricot as hard as she could, causing the fruit to squirt its thick, warm juices deep into the courtesan's pussy. "You like that, huh?! Oooh... hnnnh, m-my turn!" she exclaimed, grinding her hips down on Kuara's face as she felt her own insides twisting. "Fuck... I... oh... y-yeuh! Yess! Ooooooohhhh! Hahuuhhhh..." Seva's entire body began to shudder and quake as her girlcum spilled forth all over the other girl's lips, nose and chin. She had experienced quite the orgasm, perhaps from being pent up for quite some time...
Yet, for as intense as the first session was, Seva wasn't satisfied yet. She would go on to enjoy Kuara's company for several more hours after that, with each romp more lively than the last. And, when it was time for her to go, she hugged the courtesan. "Good luck in the little competition thingy--I hope what I paid you here is enough, but it's all I got for the time being. Y'know, I was almost gonna give up thievery, for a sec... but if I gotta pay to visit you here, then I think I'll be good to do it for a couple more decades or something like that."
Green Gangster
Kuara's fourth customer was, again, of the criminal variety. He was a rather large man, both tall and bulky, and his face was covered in scars. She thought she might have recognized him, but it was difficult to say... and he had not cared to introduce himself as Fihr and Conn did. He carried with him a large leather satchel full of goods, though he would not open them as they first dined and talked. Most of their opening encounter was spent in utter silence, with the man giving one-word answers to any attempt to make conversation and simply ignoring other comments. It was awkward, to say the least, but perhaps this was part of what she would have to put up with...
Then, after spending an extended period of time observing the various comforts of the room they were in, he finally spoke. "These are certainly luxuries that most lowly whores would kill to possess. Even some merchants couldn't enjoy things like these, not without spending their life savings," he said flatly, taking a sip of the fine wine, and swishing it around upon his tongue before swallowing it down. "To my understanding, you are undergoing a trial of sorts. So, you wish to be part of this prestigious establishment, now. My question is... what are you willing to go through in order to enjoy such comforts? I hope you have a tolerance for pain and punishment. It is through these trials that one finds success. If you don't... I wonder what those of the Palace would think?"
Before long, it was time for her to really 'entertain' him. But he didn't initiate with a session of gentle kisses and fondlings, nor was he in a hurry to find himself behind her or between her legs. Instead, he opened his bag of goods. Inside were whips, paddles, candles, various bondage materials, and phallic toys. First, the large, strong man wrestled her into submission, and although the 'play' of it all was realistic enough to nearly be worrisome, he didn't appear to be taking her anywhere outside of the room. Pushing Kuara onto her stomach, he straddled her ass, binding her wrists behind her back with a set of leather armbinders. He then produced a peculiar device, a bar with two more cuffs on it, and fastened those around her ankles, so as to keep her in an awkward position. Afterwards, he rolled her onto her back. It was admittedly a little uncomfortable, but she would simply have to endure whatever he had planned.
And the gangster apparently had many things lined up for her. He started by teasing her here and there with a feather tickler, lightly brushing her underarms, groin, and beneath her breasts with the device to elicit whatever response Kuara decided to make. When she squirmed, he'd discipline her with his hand, then the flog or the paddle, leaving bright red marks of various shapes and patterns upon her shapely rump. If she complained, he would lecture her. "Is this all you can take? Surely you can't expect to live so lavishly by only encountering this much adversity. Show me your will!" he commanded, before dealing out more punishment as he saw fit. One of the more interesting methods he employed was lighting a candle, and pouring the hot wax from it over Kuara's torso; her abdomen, breasts, collarbone and thighs. The burning stung a little, but the wax seemed to cool down and harden rather quickly, and peeled off neatly as well, leaving only light pink welts where the droplets splattered.
But while he did seem to have a sadistic streak, he wasn't going to only inflict pain upon her for no particular reason. She was made to beg for his cock, to pay tribute and kiss his hands and feet. Failure to do so would result in more disciplinary action--or perhaps a gag made from leather straps and a steel ring that kept her mouth open. If she misbehaved, he would position her onto her back on the round bed of sorts, leaving her head hanging over the edge of the cushion.
Then, he'd grab her head with both hands and force his huge cock into her mouth, pushing himself in deep, deep enough to make her gag. But the closing and squeezing of her throat around his manhood only seemed to arouse him further, and he began to fuck her face with reckless abandon. His balls would slap against her nose, giving her a scent full of his manly musk as he rammed her, causing a very noticeable bulge to form at her throat with every thrust in.
Before long, Kuara's gagging motions pushed him over the edge, and he shoved himself all the way in, holding himself to the girl's mouth, groaning as her oxygen began to run out. As soon as her consciousness started to flicker, he grunted and loosed his thick load, giving the courtesan little choice but to swallow it down. "Uh! Ohh! Ugh! Drink it all down! Hahh, hahh...!" He continued to fuck her throat, sighing in pleasure and cumming over and over again straight into her belly as her consciousness faded...
Kuara woke up with a sore throat and a salty taste in her mouth. In return, however, she received a fairly generous payment and a note left by her dominating guest, who had just left, as made apparent by the sound of her door shutting.
Red Doctor
This doctor was a surprisingly kind one, who appreciated Kuara's elegant looks and style. Almost the complete opposite of the last guest, he was a Honrainese citizen of slight build but of great knowledge, and proved an attentive listener as well as an engaging conversationalist despite his accent. Yet, he couldn't help but notice some of the markings on her body that were left from the previous guest. Reaching into his own bag, he produced a series of salves and ointments that he expertly applied to the various welts and markings on Kuara's body. He then checked her health in various ways, remaining professional the entire time and refraining from using it as an excuse to feel her up--which he could have very easily done, given the situation.
Yet he was still here for a reason. When it was time for them to go to bed together, he proved quite gentle, taking the session slowly and gradually. First, he undressed her completely, then massaged her entire body from one end to the other with scented oil, soothing her sore muscles and wordlessly assuring her that he wasn't going to be nearly as rough on her as many other customers had. Then, he rolled her over and kissed her, guiding her hand to his crotch and slipping one of his own between her thighs to exchange manual services. And when the both of them were finally ready, he positioned himself on top of her, his erect cock sliding back and forth between her petals before finally sinking in, inch by inch. This doctor was not a particularly large man, but was still enough to please the courtesan, and he took his time with the actual deed, allowing Kuara's nerves to take in every sensation.
But for as vanilla as he was, he wouldn't merely finish there, changing positions several times throughout the session; letting her ride on top, spooning her from behind, laying her sideways and grabbing hold of one of her raised legs, then finally returning to a position on top where her legs were pressed back. Only then did he begin to really pick up the pace and a greater sense of urgency, which, thanks to the natural progression of things, allowed Kuara's body to speed towards orgasm. It was as if he had teased her for so long, but only allowed her real intense, deep pleasure until now, and her thirsty senses drank of it all like a parched traveler stumbling upon an oasis. He too began to tense, signs of weakness showing in his frame, as he began to tremble, showing that he most likely couldn't hold it any longer. Of course, he would let Kuara know as much...
"Uwoh... getting close. Is... it a safe day for you? I don't want to make you pregnant, if that's against your wish..."
If she chose to have him cum outside, he would abruptly pull out and finish himself off by hand, releasing immense amounts of semen all over her torso, thoroughly glazing her abdomen and chest with the sticky substance. He had quite an impressive volume to give, and Kuara would be left with a massive clean-up job after the fact. Yet her admirer wouldn't leave her to tend to it alone--rather, he would help her clean up, wrapped her in warm clothes, and would even enjoy a snack and a drink with her before his time was officially up.
If she signaled that she wanted him to finish inside, either by verbal approval or by wrapping her legs around his waist, he would press himself to her tightly and cry out loudly, tensing and shuddering as he pumped his potent, voluminous load deep into her, first filling her womb and then continuing to roll his head and groan in ecstasy as the overflow of his seed trickled out from where they had joined. Perhaps there was a real reason behind his apparent concern after all, as Kuara had never been filled so thoroughly by one man alone. And when he had finally finished letting it all out, no less than three minutes later, he pulled out, prompting a seemingly neverending stream of his cum to pour forth from her flower. He would, of course, help her clean up after he regained his bearings, as the orgasm proved intense enough to cause both of them some dizziness. As expected of him, he would still enjoy her presence for every second of his allowed time with her, even if it wasn't doing something lewd. It was almost as if he had sought to be her lover for the time. When it was time for him to go, he promised another visit, and urged her to take care of her health until then.