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The Brothel (Original Fantasy/Isekai)

The Brothel (Original Fantasy/Isekai)

Commission (Parts 1-5)

Themes: Prostitution, Dom/Sub, Rough Sex

Summary: In which a man finds himself Reincarnated into another world... but its really Purgatory based on him being neither good nor bad enough in his first life. Needless to say, he's not a fan of the fuckery at play here.

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Part 1:

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“Please take a seat. The Mistress will be in shortly.”

“... Right.”

As the Tiefling Maid lets herself back out of the office, Adam takes stock of his surroundings. Moving over to the chair in front of the desk, he looks down at it for a moment before shaking his head and sinking into it with a sigh.

This was clearly a test, and one he had no intention of failing. Being left alone in the Brothel Madam’s office was either the height of foolishness on her part, or a trap set to see if he could be trusted. Well, Adam hadn’t spent all this time looking for a solution to his problem just to get fucked over by his own greed and curiosity. He was going to sit right here and wait for however long it took for the Brothel Madam to make time to see him.

In the meantime... he finds himself reflecting on just how he got here in the first place.

Life... life was pain. Adam should know, seeing how he’d lived two lives now. He was a Reincarnated Human, to be exact. He’d died and apparently he’d neither been good enough for Heaven, nor evil enough for Hell. So instead, he’d wound up in Purgatory, which was apparently a High Fantasy World with classes and levels and game mechanics.

To say Adam had been confused and taken aback at first would be an understatement. But he hadn’t really had long to be baffled before his confusion turned into irritation and anger at the situation he found himself in.

Apparently, the Powers-That-Be felt that he hadn’t been altruistic or empathic enough in his previous life. Just because he wasn’t the kind of person to go out of his way to talk to every stranger he met on the street or go out of his way to help out a passing acquaintance when they were in trouble.

On the one hand, Adam sort of understood their reasoning. If everyone was kinder to each other, the world would have probably been made of sunshine and roses. On the other hand, humans weren’t really built like that and it seemed unfair to expect them to act a certain way in life without even knowing they were being judged the whole time.

Frankly, the entire system seemed particularly discriminatory towards introverts. Adam hadn’t ever hurt anyone too badly. He’d certainly never gone out of his way to carry a grudge or take revenge or... be mean or cruel on purpose in general. And yet here he was. Not altruistic enough. Not empathic enough. And for his troubles... he’d been assigned the Priest Class, along with a healthy dose of mind fuckery that encouraged him to find helping others and healing to be enjoyable.

Now, it wasn’t technically full-blown mind control. He still had control of his actions. But acts of kindness and literal magical healing were the only ways that Adam could grow stronger in this world. The only way he could level up was by using his magic for ‘good’.

It was... frustratingly benign, truth be told. There was nothing really malevolent about what had been done to him. Really, Adam hadn’t expected an afterlife anyways, so he’d already gotten a nice surprise when dying turned out to not be the end after all. And yet... and yet, his personality railed against being told what to do all the same. He couldn’t help but feel contrarian, given everything.

The expectation after he was reincarnated with the assigned class of Priest, processed by this world’s administration, given the Starter Pack, and shoved out the door to make way for the next arrival... was that he would join up with some group of Adventurers and become their Morality Restraint. Or failing that, become a member of the Church and develop a greater understanding of his Light Magic and his healing.

Of course, that greater understanding involved the Jedi-like extreme of being incapable of not just actively seeking to harm any other individual, but also being incapable of ALLOWING any other individual to be harmed. And that last bit was the problem.

Adam wasn’t a fucking hero. He wasn’t some savior; he wasn’t anyone’s salvation. All he wanted to do was live and let live... even if this wasn’t technically living at all. Even if this was some sort of purgatory designed to slowly warp him into a better person through good deeds and healing people, Adam didn’t CARE.

Fortunately, things weren’t too dire. One, he didn’t have to cast his magic directly via something like Faith or Wisdom. Rather, the stronger castings would apparently require such things, but at the start each Novice Priest was given a Tome that would act as their channeling focus, and apparently started out using Intelligence as their Casting Modifier until they gained more levels.

... Through experimentation, Adam had discovered some interesting things. So long as he continued casting through the Light Tome, so long as he refrained from ‘exploring the higher mysteries of the Light’ and so long as he didn’t give in to their frankly pathetic indoctrination attempts... he would be fine. More than fine, even, because he was pretty sure he’d developed a way of using the Light Tome that wasn’t intended.

Certainly, Adam was fairly sure that his experimentation with Light Magic yielding a passive and permanent buff to his own Health Regen wasn’t supposed to happen. And yet, here he was... adjusting his pants as his constantly regenerating sex drive reminded him of why he’d REALLY come to a Brothel to find work in the first place.

The sight of the Tiefling’s frankly massive tits remains etched in Adam’s mind and he swallows thickly as his cock throbs in the confines of his pants. Yeah, so maybe there were some... negative side effects to his experimentation. Like his libido constantly building up and his balls needing release at a much accelerated rate than his previous life.

But that was okay, because this was going to work. The Brothel would satisfy both his short-term goal of never having to worry about going without a nearby woman to fuck, and the long-term goal of advancing into a more powerful class that might allow him to be self-reliant. Hell, perhaps he could even become co-owner of the brothel eventually... depending on how this talk with the Brothel Madam went.

He wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t experiencing a case of the nerves regarding their upcoming meeting. But all Adam had to do was remind himself of the other two options.

One, join an adventuring party and spend his days roughing it on the road, living outside where the elements and wildlife were constantly aiming to kill him. Technically you couldn’t die in this world if you were a Reincarnated Human. You were ALWAYS brought back. However, a safe location for when you were revived was NOT guaranteed, and you would certainly feel the pain of whatever caused your demise. Needless to say, Adam had no desire to spend any longer than necessary outside without a roof over his head or a certainty of where his meals were coming from.

Of course, that led to Option Two. Joining the Church. Technically, he could have joined up with them immediately. It was even offered to him before he was kicked out to make his way in this new world. Adam was very glad he’d asked them to give him time to consider, however. Looking into the situation... the Church’s lodgings for a simple Novice Priest were beyond humble. More like a mix between a hovel and a monastic barracks. On top of that, they didn’t actually pay anything because they took care of his ‘needs’, namely food and board.

So his choices had been either to spend his days healing people in a chapel for no money or spend his days out in the wilderness with an adventuring party likely dying again and again for whatever gold such a group could manage to make. Obviously, Adam hadn’t been thrilled by EITHER option.

Luckily, he’d stumbled onto something else. This. Since he wasn’t intending on exploring the higher mysteries of Light Magic and turning himself into a pacifistic monk who refused to allow anyone around him to come to harm... he could sell his services for gold as a back-alley healer. But why risk back-alley healing when there was a safer option like this one instead?

If he could convince the Brothel Madam to hire him... then he could heal her whores for her as much as she liked. He could even cure them of any diseases. And he wouldn’t even feel bad if there were... less than savory practices at work here. This world was fake, after all. It was all just purgatory, and while Adam didn’t know what lay at the end, he knew one thing... all he cared about was his own happiness, pleasure, and safety. Everyone else could go and hang as far as he was concerned.

Amusingly, just as this thought is crossing his mind, the door to the office finally opens at long last. Adam hasn’t been keeping track of time, but he imagines it’s probably been at least ten or so minutes. Not too long at all, actually. Heh, they must have been watching him closely and realized he wasn’t actually going to try and snoop around or steal anything, because as far as making him wait as a power play went, that was much too short.

The Brothel Madam stalks into view and Adam swallows thickly at the sight of her. A Dark Elf... she’s absolutely gorgeous, of course. Her MILF body makes it clear she must be several centuries old. Well, that and the fact that she’s clearly mellowed with age, seeing as her Brothel seems to be on the up and up for all intents and purposes. Instead of say, a front to abduct and sell sex slaves to the rest of her race.

Her dress, meanwhile, is tight to the point of digging into her body, pinching her in places that serve to accentuate the white-haired Dark Elf’s curves and voluptuous form. It looks great on her, but Adam can’t help wondering at the level of comfort or lack thereof she’s experiencing because of it. It certainly seems like it would be painful... but then, maybe that’s the point.

Someone like her would never truly be relaxed. Adam knew this for a fact, even before he’d found out that she was a Dark Elf. He’d had plenty of time to observe the decorations and trophies in her office, after all. Such as the number of urns labeled with feminine sounding names along one wall. All from the same family... all from HER family.

Adam knew enough about Dark Elves to know that she probably hadn’t even instigated most of those conflicts. Or rather, if she had... well, those days were behind her. Hopefully.

Following at the Dark Elf Madam’s heels is the same Tiefling Maid as before. Head bowed, her massive tits still bouncing and jiggling oh so delightfully in her low-cut uniform, the Tiefling trails her Mistress as the Dark Elf takes a cup from her desk and spins a finger over it, producing the rich scent of a cup of coffee.

Adam watches the Brothel Madam take a sip of the suddenly manifested piping hot drink for a moment. He watches as she tilts her head in consideration... and he watches as she reaches out and yanks the Tiefling Maid over to her just to pull the other female’s breast free of her uniform, where she gives it a good hard squeeze. A jet of milk shoots into the cup as the Tiefling gasps and moans from having her tit used like a cow udder.

Stirring the piping hot coffee with her finger without a single ounce of pain showing on her face, the Dark Elf’s eyes twinkle as she takes another drink, making a satisfied purring noise in the back of her throat. Then and only then does she look at him as she sits down at her desk.

“Welcome. I am Dalamirn Urvodi. Dala to my friends. YOU may call me Mistress Urvodi. Now... why are you here?”

Adam shifts in his seat, both from nerves and from the added arousal of the scene he just witnessed. It can’t be helped, and he can tell that Dala notices this, the Dark Elf’s eyes filled with knowing as she smirks at him from across the desk. Unfortunately, for all that he’s run this conversation through a hundred times in his head before coming here... he finds himself grasping at nothing for a moment, caught off guard by the sheer... eroticism on display in front of him.

Indeed, the Tiefling Maid has remained standing at her Mistress’ side, not even bothering to put her lactating breast back into her top. She’s just... standing there, submissively waiting for whatever Dala might want from her next.

In the silence that follows, Dala scoffs in amusement and leans forward.

“Don’t worry. I don’t bite... much. I know you aren’t here for what you Novice Priests are normally here for. If you were, you would have already given yourself away in one of a dozen different ways.”

Adam blinks at that, his curiosity suddenly piqued.

“Oh? What... what are Novice Priests normally here for?”

Smirking wickedly, the Dark Elf Madam takes a long drink of her coffee before answering.

“Normally? Why, to put a stop to me, of course. Either that or to redeem me. To free my girls from their lives of ‘sin’. To chase away my customers. To find evidence of my ‘crimes’ so that the Church will finally have a reason to shut me down for good.”

Suddenly, Dala’s expression looks positively... dark.

“Of course, I wouldn’t let that happen. Not that my Brothel is a front for anything... nefarious. This is a perfectly legal establishment. I’m not here on Dark Elf business, as I’ve told the Church a dozen times before. I’m on Sabbatical. Running this Brothel started out as little more than a hobby of mine, but I’ve grown quite proud of the results of my work. Easily four out of five stars for a brothel of this size.”

Adam blinks at... all of that. From the information regarding his fellow Priests making fools of themselves, to the relieving knowledge that the Dark Elf Madam really isn’t running some sort of slavery racket her or anything like that. That’s good. Really good, to be honest.

“That said, you haven’t irritated me yet. If this is some sort of more subtle scheme by the Church to ferret out my secrets, you may admit so now and I shall let you leave with your manhood intact.”

The sudden implied threat has Adam’s eyes widening and his legs involuntarily pressing together. Of course, this makes him wince in mild discomfort from just how aroused he currently is. Damn it all, his experimentation was really coming back to bite him in the ass right now...

“Err, no Mistress Urvodi. I promise, I’m not here on behalf of the Church. In fact, I’ve not joined up with them at all. I am... unaffiliated at the moment.”

For a moment, Dala just stares at him in silence... then, she nods.

“Yes, my sources tell me as much. Of course, there’s every possibility that you’re some sort of attempt at an undercover agent working on their behalf... but the Church isn’t that clever or that sneaky from my experiences. All signs point to you being exactly what you say you are. An unaffiliated Novice Priest who has rejected the Church but so far has not made any effort to join up with an Adventuring Party. So then, I shall ask you again... why are you here?”

Surprisingly, despite everything that’s happened since the conversation started, Adam feels more at ease. The words come to him quite quickly now as he straightens up and holds his head high.

“I’m here to offer you a business proposal, Mistress Urvodi.”

There’s a spark of interest in her eye, even as she quietly sips from her coffee. But she doesn’t speak, leaving him to scramble to explain.

“I want to offer my services to you and your brothel as an in-house healer of sorts. I know that you know that having even a Novice Priest living in your Brothel, ready to heal injuries and afflictions at the drop of a hat, would be quite the boon for both your girls and business expenses.”

Slowly, Dala nods. Then, she tilts her head to the side.

“You’re not wrong... however, as much as my business is on the up-and-up and the Church would have no LEGAL grounds to shut me down... there are still the moral grounds to be considered. How long until you start objecting to some of the rougher play that goes on within these walls, hmm? How long until I have to kick you out for chasing away customers just because they like whips and chains?”

It’s a fair question, though privately Adam thinks Dala is only asking it to give herself a better position to negotiate from. He knows just how much he’s offering her, and if she were less of a consummate businesswoman, he imagines she would have already leapt at the chance to hire him, even if it would only be temporary until he got his Priest Class to too high a level and was turned towards pacifism and moralistic platitudes, forcing her to kick him out.

Luckily, that’s not going to happen anyways. Spreading his hands apart, Adam just smiles.

“I have no intention of pursuing any of the... conventional Class Advancements for Novice Priest. Nor will I ever cast a Light Spell without the use of my Tome. My goal... is to remain untouched by the effects of stronger Light Magic. With your assistance, I believe I will be able to do exactly that.”

It’s a lot to trust someone with, but at this point Adam needs this. He needs to be able to confide in someone and he thinks the Dark Elf Brothel Madam might just be that someone. For a long moment, Dala stares at him silently... then, she finally nods, a smile gracing her face as she abruptly gestures towards the Tiefling Maid at her side.

“Would you like something to drink?”

Adam’s eyes dart to the naked breast still leaking milk and he can’t help but lick his lips for a moment before returning his gaze to Dala.

“Er... yes, that would be much appreciated, Mistress Urvodi.”

Dala’s smile turns into a full-blown smirk again as she snaps her fingers. He half-expects her maid to get him a glass of water or something... but instead the blushing Tiefling beauty moves over to his side and leans forward, presenting her lactating nipple for his direct consumption. Adam stares for a moment in disbelief and consternation, knowing full well that drinking straight from the tap, as hot as that will be, will also prove to be... debilitating given his current condition.

And yet... and yet, he can’t exactly refuse now, can he? Leaning forward, Adam grabs the Tiefling Maid’s breast and latches onto her teat, giving it a nice long squeeze as he drinks from her directly. At the same time, Dala chuckles from behind her desk.

“Ah. I hope you’re enjoying the fruits of my darling’ mistakes. She was a very irresponsible, very bad girl who wound up getting herself knocked up on the job because she couldn’t follow simple instructions and take her contraceptives. Though... all things considered, I’ve decided to make her punishment lighter, since actually taking the contraceptives wouldn’t have helped...”

Adam files away that last bit in the back of his brain as a curiosity to be explored later. In the meantime, he finds himself meeting the eyes of the blushing Tiefling Maid... and realizing as something passes between them that she’s just like him. She’s not native to this world, she’s a Reincarnated Human just as he is.

Huh. He’d known that some were transformed into different races upon reincarnation, even if he himself had ended up as a run of the mill human... but he had to wonder just what sort of first life she’d lived to be remade into a Tiefling. Then again, given she’d wound up here... and apparently pregnant because she didn’t take birth control... well, Adam could guess.

As he finishes suckling from her teat, he pulls back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before giving her a nod of thanks. When he turns back to Dala however, she’s looking like the cat who caught the canary.

“Are you... perhaps having issues with your libido, young man?”

Adam freezes in his chair, having just been in the process of unconsciously shifting back and forth again to try and relieve some of the discomfort his current arousal was putting him in. He grimaces at being so easily caught out, but Dala just waves him off.

“You’re not the only Novice Priest to experiment, you know. Actually, it’s a lesser-known issue among healing classes in general. It’s also a temporary side effect of any of the stronger Regeneration Potions. Still... you’ve managed to give yourself a low-grade version of permanent regeneration without ever even leveling up. That’s impressive. Commendable, even. A rare ability like that speaks well of your potential.”

Now he straightens up, feeling a swelling of pride in his chest... until he realizes she’s literally just playing him like a fiddle. Of course, recognizing that she’s preparing the carrot and the stick doesn’t really mean anything when they both know he needs her just as much as she needs him... if not more so.

“I am... interested in employing your services for my Brothel. You aren’t incorrect in the value you bring to the table. That said... we both know that the real reason you want to be employed here isn’t the money, is it?”

Stiffening, Adam frowns.

“... I won’t work for having just my ‘needs’ met, Mistress Urvodi. If I wanted that, I would have just gone with the Church.”

Dala’s lips curl back into a wide and wicked grin.

“Oh, of course not. I’ll stay pay you... but we’ll have to take into consideration the rates of my girls and just how much gold you’ll be saving by having free and constant access to them at all times.”

Adam’s cock definitely perks up at that, jumping in his pants. He grunts... and then slowly nods, conceding the point. The Dark Elf Madam’s wicked grin grows even wider and she places her hands down on the desk in front of her.

“... Let’s talk terms.”

He feels like he’s face to face with a damn shark. But then... what other choice does he have? Feeling a sinking sensation in his gut, Adam nevertheless settles in for what will likely be the harshest negotiations of both of his lives.

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As they descend into the Brothel’s basement, Adam can’t help but grimace, rubbing the back of his head. They’d ironed out all of the details of his employment, and at the end of the day he was pretty sure that his new employer had come out way ahead. Then again... he was relatively happy with how things had turned out. He was just pretty sure that Dala was happier.

But then, she was hundreds of years older than him, and had clearly had a lot more life experience in general than he had. All in all... this was still leagues better than joining the Church or an Adventuring Party. All he had to do was pass one final test... which was apparently in the basement, of all places.

Adam blinks when they suddenly come to a stop in front of what’s clearly a prison cell. Before he can ask anything, Dala suddenly bangs on the wall.

“Time to wake up, bitch!”

He stiffens as the Dark Elf Madam opens the door to the cell and lets him in. The lantern she’s holding is set on a hook on the wall, illuminating much of the prison cell and revealing its current occupant. There, chained to the back wall completely nude with weighted clamps dragging down her teats and a number of other sexual torture devices tormenting her in a variety of different ways... is a young woman.

For a moment, Adam fears he’s completely stepped in it. After all that talk about her brothel being on the up and up, was it possible that Dalamirn had been lying all along? Well, of course it was. And now that she had him right where she wanted him, she-

“Heh. You should see the look on your face right now. You look constipated.”

Adam jolts, flushing a bit as the Dark Elf cocks her head to the side, hands on her hips.

“It’s not what you think. This isn’t criminal... it’s justice for HER crimes.”

That takes Adam aback. He frowns, narrowing his eyes as he looks between Dala and the prisoner.

“... Oh?”

Nodding decisively, seeming quite certain of herself, the Brothel Madam steps fully into the cell, gesturing to the bound and gagged woman who’s just starting to stir from the earlier wake-up call.

“This bitch was my potions supplier for the past three years. She was also a forest witch living outside of the city and thus outside of their laws. As a potioneer, she wasn’t half-bad so I never begrudged her that status, even if the Church would be just as eager to investigate her for eating babies and boiling people alive as they are to investigate me on charges of trafficking.”

Shrugging, Dala moves over to the witch and grabs her by her sweat-caked hair, yanking her head backwards. A gasp leaves the bound woman’s lips as the weighted clamps on her nipples yank down even as she’s pulled up, sending fresh pain through her body.

“Unfortunately for her, she tried to cheat me. After years of successful business together, I caught her diluting the potions she was selling me so that she could make some extra gold. In doing so, I wound up with a couple of my girls pregnant because their contraceptives were... less than fully effective. To say nothing of the consequences resulting from the other diluted potions she gave me.”

Tilting her head to the side, studying the other woman as though she’s staring at a particularly distasteful insect, Dala sneers and yanks the gag out of her mouth, leaving her panting for breath.

“The loss of business she’s cost me, as well as the problems she’s caused my girls... makes this more than justified, young Priest. Wouldn’t you agree?”

His impulse was to say yes. Not just because this was the final test he needed to pass in order to live a cushy life at the brothel, but also because... frankly, he simply agreed. So long as Dala was telling the truth, then yeah... this witch deserved some serious punishment for her crimes. It was sort of like in his old world, how all of those executives for drugs companies would try and charge sick and dying people exorbitant prices for their medicine, and the most almost any of them ever got was a slap on the wrist.

This was similar, in a way. By diluting those potions to make some extra gold, the witch hadn’t just robbed Dalamirn. She’d flat out harmed every woman who had taken one of her potions expecting the full effects. The amount of damage she’d caused was so much harder to quantify than a simple case of fraud.

Of course, there was every possibility that the Dark Elf Madam was lying to him. But just as he’s thinking that...

“S-Sorry... I’m sorry... p-please... please forgive me...”

Panting through cracked lips comes an apology. All but a confession of guilt, really. Adam finds his heart hardening to the imprisoned witch, his eyes becoming flinty. She... wasn’t his problem. She wasn’t his ‘damsel’ to save. She was a criminal, and she was getting her just desserts.

“Yes, Mistress Urvodi. I agree wholeheartedly.”

Dala’s face splits into a wide grin at that and she chuckles as she yanks the chained up witch out from the wall and towards him.

“Oooh, I like that look on your face, my dear little Priest.”

Adam scowls at that.

“My name is Adam... if it pleases the Mistress to use it.”

Shrugging, uncaring that she was only finding out his name now, Dala nods along amicably enough.

“Adam then. Consider this your final test before I hire you properly. Heal her.”

Blinking at that, Adam can’t help but be surprised. He’d thought just the act of him agreeing with the Dark Elf was supposed to be his final test. But healing her... well, it was sort of within the bounds of what he imagined he might be doing for the Brothel Madam, he supposed.

Reaching out, he places one hand on her body while the other holds his Tome aloft. Then, he begins to heal her of the damage that Dala had done to her while punishing her for her crimes. Slowly but surely, her bruises and cuts and reddened flesh repairs itself. The lashings she received, the abuse she was subjected to, and the sexual torment she was forced to endure all vanish bit by bit until nothing remains by the actual implements of her bondage and torture.

But Dala reaches down and removes those one by one just as she did with the gag, pulling off the weighted nipple clamps, unshackling the forest witch from the wall, and freeing her as she shudders and quivers there on her knees before them.

Even once she’s properly healed, she maintains her bowed head and her submissive tone.

“S-Sorry, Mistress Urvodi... very sorry for cheating you... p-promise... promise it won’t happen again.”

Dala laughs at that.

“No, it won’t. Because our old deal is null and void. You work for me now, witch. You BELONG to me. Do you dispute this?”

“... No Mistress. I will... gladly serve. Just please, no more. I am yours... I am yours...”

Adam watches on, eyeing the witch. Honestly, she’s something of a mousy brunette... but she cleans up quite nice when she’s not battered and bruised as the consequence of her own actions. Or maybe that’s just his entirely overwhelmed libido talking. Because frankly, at this point he’s been rock hard for so long that Adam can’t say for certain who’s making the choices now... all of his blood has flowed to his cock, so it honestly might have more processing power than his brain by this point.

“Good. You will start by putting that lying mouth of yours to better use in servicing my newest employee. Take out his cock and suck him off.”

Adam blinks at that... but doesn’t exactly fight it as the brunette hurries to fulfill her Mistress’ bidding, scrambling to him and eagerly extracting his throbbing erection from its confines at long last. The look she gives him is downright excited as she positively inhales his cock, taking him into her mouth with an enthusiasm that surprises him.

“Good girl.”

Stepping up behind the witch, Dala slides her hands through the mousy brunette’s brown locks, gently gliding her nails across the other woman’s scalp as she sucks.

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

Making eye contact with him, the Dark Elf smirks.

“As you see... I can be VERY persuasive. To both my allies and my enemies. Remain on my good side, Adam, and you will find that everything your heart desires can be yours.”

Then, she pauses and frowns down at the gagging witch.

“Though, this one’s technique is so lacking as to be nonexistent. She might as well lean into the violence if she can’t manage one iota of sensualism.”

With that said, Dala grips down harshly on the witch’s hair and begins ramming her face even harder into Adam’s crotch, forcing her up and down his cock at breakneck speeds that completely eclipse what had been happening before.

“GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!”

Adam groans, tilting his head back and letting his eyes drift shut... only for them to snap wide open again when he finds himself being kissed by the domineering Brothel Madam. Still, he doesn’t mind it. Getting head from a little cheating bitch of a witch while making out with his incredibly sexy MILF of an employer. What’s not to love about this situation?

Yeah... as Adam finally blows his load down Dala’s newest toy’s throat, as he cums and cums and cums at long last... he decides then and there that he could get used to this. And sure, maybe that’s the euphoria talking. But... he knows deep down inside despite what the Powers-That-Be might want from him, that he’s right where he belongs.

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The next time Adam sees Madam Urvodi’s accountant, the blonde elf is fully clothed. But frankly, by this point in his time at the brothel, Adam doesn’t really mind all that much. He’s seen MORE than enough naked flesh to satisfy him for a long time to come... outside of his unnatural libido, of course. Besides, the secretary attire that the accountant elf is now wearing is almost sexier than having her be completely naked. As is the way she pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose with the heel of her palm while looking over the sheet of parchment in front of her.

“Right then, let’s go down the list. Daily Touch-Up Healing. Regen Casting. On Call Expenses. And of course, your in-depth examinations of every single woman currently working in the Brothel.”

That was the other reason Adam really couldn’t care less that the accountant was fully clothed. After all, this wasn’t about sex. THIS... was payday.

Glancing up at him from over the rim of her glasses, Dala’s accountant scoffs lightly at the big bright grin she sees on his face.

“To be clear, while Madam Urvodi has set it up so that you will be paid out every two weeks, you should NOT expect as substantial a payment as this one to happen again for another three or so months. Pending the Mistress’ decision on how regular the in-depth examinations are needed, of course.”

Adam just nods, reigning in his excitement. His normal ‘paychecks’ so to speak would be much smaller, though still infinitely more livable than just trying to survive on the streets as some Back Alley Healer.

“I understand.”

That said, he was still pretty stoked about today’s payment. How could he not be? He was finally making bank in this world! Finally fitting in where he belonged! His excitement only grows again when the accountant elf reaches down into a chest at the side of her desk and begins pulling out bags of gold. Each one is relatively small, but the fact that they contain purely gold and not silver or copper makes Adam’s eyes light up. Especially when she continually stacks them up in front of him, until there are TEN of the little bags on the desk between them.

Resisting the urge to cackle like a mad man and say something like ‘come to daddy!’, Adam reaches out and stretches his arms around the ten bags of gold, beginning to pull them towards him and-

THUMP!

Stuttering to a halt, Adam blinks as he looks over the top of the small mound of gold pouches to where the accountant elf has taken out a wrapped, tome-sized object and smacked it down on the table.

“Before you leave, there is one other thing.”

The blonde elf SOUNDS almost bored as she pulls open the string on the package’s wrapping and begins to open it up. So then... why does Adam feel a shiver go down his spine? Why does it feel like he’s about to be swindled for everything he just earned?

That feeling only intensifies when the package is revealed to contain a metallically shiny tome, slightly larger but much more visually impressive than his own spell tome.

“In her infinite wisdom, benevolence, and generosity, the Mistress has decided to consider selling you this Spell Tome.”

Adam’s mouth paradoxically goes dry and begins to water at the exact same time as he stares down at the tome. This world operated on a very similar upgrade style to many of the video games from his past world, especially when it came to equipment like spellcasting implements. His initial tome was a simple hard cover and exposed pages.

However, there were better Spell Tomes out there. The kind of Spell Tomes that not only came with better security and better protection for their pages, but also that granted increased access to magic and power and speed of casting. All of that good stuff. Adam was well aware of these other Spell Tomes. He’d seen them in shop windows for instance, all lined up very prettily. His own spell tome could be considered the Basic-Ass Spell Tome for Beginners.

The Spell Tome in front of him was basically the Basic-Ass Spell Tome for Beginners... +1. Even still, it was visually quite impressive, with an enchanted metal cover that would protect the pages from exposure when shut as well as increase his ability to heal through it by a substantial amount. His current spell tome probably had a shelf life of about five years before it became too worn down to use anymore due to his everyday usage of it. But this one? This one could last indefinitely thanks to the enchanted metal cover.

And he couldn’t even have HIS spell tome enchanted in the same way either. Something about the leather not being conducive to taking magical enchantments quite as well. If you wanted to layer magic on top of magic, you needed metal... metal like the cover of this tome right in front of him.

The thing is, Adam wasn’t an idiot. He knew how expensive even the Basic-Ass Spell Tome for Beginners +1 was. It had been well outside of his price range... until now.

Looking down at the mound of gold pouches caressed in his arms, Adam tries to not let out a pitiful little whine. On the one hand... gold. On the other hand, what was the point of money if you didn’t spend it to make life easier on yourself? He wasn’t some dragon trying to create a massive, impressive hoard. Nor was he some RPG player hoarding every last thing he picked up until the final fight of a video game ‘just in case he needed it’.

If he could improve his circumstances right now, he should. But damn it all! He refused to be fleeced!

“How much?”

Despite the thought that just ran through his head, the look on the elf accountant’s face as she presses her glasses up the ridge of her nose again sends another shiver down his spine. Then, she reaches out and begins plucking gold pouches from his mound. Adam opens his mouth to protest but she doesn’t fully take them back. Rather, she drops them onto the table between him and the unwrapped Spell Tome one after another.

A little bit of Adam dies with each one, until in the end... he only has two pouches remaining. Eight have been removed from his arms and put back in the center of the desk, leaving him without the substantial additional payment he was expecting on this very first payday and instead with just the amount he could expect to earn every two weeks.

Now... don’t get him wrong. There was no world in which Adam would suffer for only having TWO pouches filled with gold coins to survive on these next two weeks instead of TEN. Quite frankly, given the fact that he was provided with free room and board as part of his employment at the Brothel, he didn’t actually need ANY money... though he was never going to do this job simply for a bedroom and three meals a day. Not even with the additional sexual benefits on top.

“This might seem like a lot of money, but I assure you that the price is quite fair. This Tome will not only ease your casting and increase the power of your spells, but the biggest advantage of all is that the binding ring on the cover here will allow you to connect the Tome directly to you. With it, you will be able to channel and cast from the Tome, as is your preferred spellcasting method, without it actually being n your hand. So long as its in close proximity to you, you can now have both hands free while using your magic.”

Those were all things he already knew, even the last bit. But... still...

“Perhaps... perhaps we can negotiate the price, Miss...?”

The accountant elf’s glasses flash as she smirks.

“My name is Symia. Symia Parvellia. And you want to haggle? Sure. We can haggle.”

What follows is a slaughter. A professional one, but a slaughter, nonetheless. As he attempts to negotiate Dala’s accountant down on price, she stonewalls him at every turn. His arguments? Eviscerated. His pleas for mercy? Ignored. His appeal to her better nature? Scoffed at.

Symia Parvellia is not a good person, that’s what Adam discovers over the course of the following conversation. Though in the end, he’s forced to acknowledge that her overall point is right. He doesn’t really have any options.

Even if he wanted to be spiteful and go into the city to try and buy this tome... it turns out he couldn’t. According to Symia, the tomes he saw in those shop windows were actually lesser versions. THIS tome could only be found at the Church itself and to buy it from them would require a certain amount of renown and reputation for him to even be considered as a customer.

Basically, he wasn’t just being offered a Basic-Ass Spell Tome for Beginners +1 like he initially thought. No, he was being offered a HOLY Basic-Ass Spell Tome for Beginners +1. And admittedly, that did make a huge difference. Otherwise the Church wouldn’t be so anal about who was supposed to have access to them. Technically, this type of tome was only ever supposed to be assigned to certain agents of the Church to carry out their ‘Divine Will’ in an area beyond their reach or influence.

Or so Symia told him anyways. Technically she could have been lying... but he didn’t believe that. No, why would she lie when the truth was so much more painful to his very limited funds? In the end, it all made sense. After all, Dala had already mentioned to him how the Church had been snooping around in her activities. Apparently, a ‘rogue’ agent had trespassed where they shouldn’t have a while back, been caught, and ultimately the Church had denied any knowledge of said person ever existing in the first place.

Which led Adam to his final argument, though even as he spoke he felt like he was just walking into another trap.

“So this is technically contraband, right? Shouldn’t it get a discount for the risk if nothing else? What’s stopping the Church from pulling the reverse on me and having me arrested and imprisoned for daring to possess their property?”

Pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose again, Symia actually cracks a very small smile at that. She even nods slightly to show that she’s minutely impressed by this latest argument of his. And then she proceeds to rip it to shreds like all of the others. Lifting one finger, she begins to explain.

“First... you are a registered Priest of the Light. You may not want to be affiliated with the Church, but they are affiliated with you all the same. They cannot object to a Holy Priest possessing and using a tome like this. Not without making themselves out to be even more hypocritical than we know they are.”

Lifting a second finger, Symia continues on.

“Second, by buying the tome from the Mistress, there will exist a receipt of the sale and evidence that you managed to negotiate its release from Madam Urvodi’s coffers to be used once again for the sacred purpose it was intended for. Put simply, using this tome will actually increase your standing with the Church and make them less likely to come after you, not more.”

Then she lifts a third finger.

“Finally, once bound to you, separation will be both incredibly difficult and extreme. It would require the sort of unsavory methods that the Church can’t allow itself to even be SUSPECTED of dabbling in. Especially for a small fry like you.”

Ouch. That last comment made it clear to him that Symia was done negotiating. Adam could tell that while she approved of his last attempt at getting a discount... she also wasn’t going to let him continue wasting her time. In the end... in the end there was nothing for it. Adam lets out a sigh and nods, pulling his two remaining gold pouches into his lap fully.

“Alright. Deal.”

Nodding sharply, Symia takes the eight remaining bags and puts them back in the chest. Then, she slides the tome across the table to him. Pressing his ring finger onto the cover where the binding ring is, Adam waits a moment... only to feel a prick of pain before the ring shoots up onto his finger.

His eyes blink rapidly before a field of white overtakes his vision and he loses a few moments as his mind expands with readily available knowledge of Light Spells that he hasn’t been using regularly before now. On top of that, he can feel the connection forming between him and the tome. Basically, the ring around his finger now makes it possible for him to cast through the tome without having to hold it. Hell, he might even be able to get away with keeping this tome in his room while he went about his daily duties.

It was very much an ‘I know Kung Fu’ moment and Adam just sits back in the afterglow for a moment, legitimately having to spend a little while recovering as his vision slowly returns to him.

-x-X-x-

By the time he’s finally become aware of his surroundings again, Symia has returned to her work and is ignoring him, an ink-dipped quill scratching back and forth across the parchment in front of her. Without even looking up from whatever new accounting she’s doing, the blonde elf dismisses him.

“That will be all. You may go.”

Clearing his throat, Adam nods as he gathers up his new metal-covered tome and his two remaining pouches of gold. Connecting all three to his belt, he clears his throat as he gives Symia a bow.

“Err. Thank you for your-!”

Before he can finish the sentence, Adam cuts himself off by noticing something. Something that he actually recognizes from his past life. The twitching, flexing motion of Symia’s hand is a clear case of early carpal tunnel or maybe a repetitive stress injury. The sort of thing that anyone who has ever had to write too much knows full well the pain of.

Well... no reason not to test out his new toy, right? Leaving his tome behind in the chair he’d just been sat in, Adam walks around the desk, causing Symia to stiffen and look at him with a furrowed brow. But rather than explain himself, he just shows her what he can do, reaching out and tapping on her cramping hand. Using his new ring as a spellcasting focus, he heals her with a single touch.

A sigh of relief immediately expels from Symia’s lips and she flexes the hand much more smoothly as she stares down at it for a moment. Meanwhile, having made contact with her now, Adam can easily examine what else is hurting. On top of the cramping hand, she also has a sore back, likely from being hunched over this desk for long periods of time while balancing the books as a result of the changes made to the staff’s availabilities. Changes that were his fault, in fact.

Moving from her side to behind her, Adam brings not one but BOTH hands down on the blond elf’s back.

“What do you think you’re-oooooh~”

This time it’s Symia who doesn’t manage to finish her sentence as his fingers make contact and a wanton moan of pleasure emits from her throat.

“W-Wait... s-stop... you don’t... you don’t u-understand...”

Maybe he’s feeling a LITTLE spiteful after how she took him to the cleaners during negotiations. Or maybe he just doesn’t see any reason to stop what he’s doing when all he’s doing is helping her. As she bends more and more over her desk, she comes out of her chair entirely and Adam moves into position between her and it. His fingers continue gliding down her back as he seeks to take care of that last bit of soreness in her body.

It should be said... he’s not trying to do anything sexual here, no matter how it might look. He really is just trying to heal her. But of course, the best intentions of mice and men and all that nonsense. Just as Adam is sure he’s finally managed to do it... Symia’s form ripples and he’s suddenly aware of a much LARGER ass than before pressing against his crotch.

Looking down reveals that Symia Parvellia has a serious case of Hartman Hips. The rest of her body remains unchanged even after the transformation magic is dispelled though. The ONLY thing she was trying to hide is her absolutely massive dump truck of an ass.

“Y-You b-bastard! I can’t believe you! Do you just go around and infusing every woman you see with Light Magic?! Huh?! S-Some of us practice Illusion Magic, y-you jerk! And for good reason at that!”

Now, perhaps the right thing to do would have been to back off and apologize. Certainly, if not for being exposed to the atmosphere of the Brothel for weeks now, plus Symia’s earlier negotiation tactics, that’s exactly what Adam would have done. But as it is... the intrusive thoughts win.

SMACK! SMACK!

His hands come down on Symia’s ass and he begins to grope her massive cheeks with both of them, interrupting her tirade. For a moment, the blonde elf is speechless. And if that moment had lasted any longer, Adam’s brain would have properly caught up with his actions and he would have been horrifically embarrassed. But the moment passes and Dala’s accountant ultimately responds by shoving her ass backwards into him, a move that knocks him back into her own chair.

Before Adam can get up, or even begin apologizing for his actions, Symia presses her ass against his crotch and looks back over her shoulder at him as she grinds all over his engorged dick like... well, like a wanton whore. And yet...

“I am not a whore, prostitute, or slut. I am the Mistress’ accountant and I am not expected to cater to the whims of every pervert who steps into these halls. But... if sex is the only language you understand, than I shall make myself readily apparent.”

Once again, Adam doesn’t even have a chance to muster a response as Symia stands up, opens a drawer in her desk, and tosses him a bottle.

“Lube.”

That one word explanation is all he gets as she works to shimmy out of her leggings. But then, it’s all he really needs isn’t it? Of course the uptight, big butt elf would be into anal sex. OF COURSE she would. Quickly, Adam frees his cock from its confines and begins applying the lube to it, getting his erect member nice and glistening in the room’s magical torchlight. Then, when she thrusts her anus back towards him, her makes sure to apply the lube to her asshole as well, even as her butt cheeks sway back and forth.

Finally deciding she’s ready, Symia pushes his hand away and brings her ass down upon his throbbing member. As she does so, the blonde elf looks back over her shoulder at him with a gimlet eye.

“I warn you now, human. If that dick of yours goes anywhere else, there will be significant consequences later. Am I understood?”

“Err... yes.”

“Good.”

With that, she proceeds to impale herself upon his cock and- OH FUCK IS SHE TIGHT! Adam’s eyes widen as his dick goes into her ass and his entire body spasms for a moment, his hips bucking upwards while she pushes herself further down his shaft. Inch after inch sink into her incredibly plush derriere as Symia lets out a shuddering breath that might have been a moan or might have been a sigh.

Either way, she doesn’t stop until she’s fully impaled herself on his cock. And then... then she begins to bounce. For a little while, Adam honestly can’t do anything but cling to the arms of her chair as she fucks herself anally upon his length. She’s just too damn tight... the tightest fucking asshole he’s ever been in, that’s for sure.

But that doesn’t last forever. He’s nothing if not... adaptable really. In fact, when it comes to sex, Adam has become very, very good in a short amount of time. When Symia escalates, he finally acts.

The blond elven accountant lifts her feet up and slaps them down on the edge of her desk, getting into a better position with which to fuck herself down upon his cock. That’s when Adam reaches up and around, grabbing hold of her breasts from behind and giving them a good hard squeeze. She’s not particularly well-endowed in that region. Her tits are less than a handful each in fact. Or at least, less than a human handful each.

But then, Adam remembers reading somewhere that smaller tits tended to be more sensitive than bigger ones. Something about the nerve endings being more packed together? That might have been bullshit. It could have just been the after effects of his healing making her more sensitive. Either way, Symia squeals and her anal passage clenches down onto his cock with a whole new level of tightness as he squeezes her small titties in both hands.

He doesn’t let that stop him though. His fingers move to her nipples, pinching and rolling them between the pads of his digits as the blonde throws back her head onto his shoulder and moans. He fucks her hard and fast at that point, taking some semblance of control over the situation. He even slides one hand down to her crotch after a few moments, justifying it because she only said his DICK couldn’t go anywhere but her ass.

She never said ANYTHING about his hands. With one hand remaining on her breast to play with her nipple, the other goes to her clit and slit. He frigs her clit for a few moments before her hips buck and shake as she cums all over the floor beneath her desk. Then, he sticks a couple of fingers up into her cunt, smirking at just how wet she is as he continues to bounce her up and down on his cock.

Symia gurgles and moans her way through a multitude of anal orgasms as she’s treated to the full court press that he’s now capable of thanks to that little regeneration mishap. He needs this obviously... but Adam likes to think that she needs it too. Even if he probably can’t actually dislodge the stick up Symia Parvellia’s ass in one session, he can certainly replace it with his cock for a little while and make her loosen up just a teensy bit.

And indeed, both physically and emotionally, Symia does loosen up over the next short while. As he fucks her, her asshole slowly molds to fit his cock, becoming the perfect sheath for his big fat throbbing dick. Meanwhile, her moans become louder and louder as she cums again and again, squirting her pussy juices all over the floor.

Finally though, as with all good things, it comes to an end. His cock throbs, his balls churn... and with a loud groan, Adam proceeds to fill Symia’s backdoor with his seed. He paints her bowels white, something that the blonde accountant clearly enjoys based on her gurgling moans. And finally, he pushes her off of him, letting her fall forward onto her desk again, bent over it with her massive derriere up in the air.

In a moment of post-nut clarity, Adam wonders if he might be fucking dead. Had he just forced himself on Symia? Sure she’d gone for it, but he’d been a bit... rape-y at the start there. And if he and Symia made Dala choose between the two of them, who was the Dark Elf Madam likely to go with? Him or her accountant? It said a lot about how a good numbers man... or in this case, numbers woman, could make or break your business.

But just as he’s wondering if he ruined anything with this particular sexual escapade, Symia pushes off of her desk... and reaches down into the chest next to it, pulling out one of those small gold pouches from earlier. Then, she tosses it into his chest as she turns around and leans back against her desk for support. Looking him in the eye, the haughty blonde sniffs.

“I will reiterate. I am not a whore, prostitute, or slut. You may leave now.”

Blinking rapidly, Adam looks down at the gold pouch. Wait... if she wasn’t the whore... then HE was? Huh. Honestly... he didn’t really mind that too much. With a shrug, he rises from her chair and ties the third gold pouch to his belt right alongside the other two. Then, he gives Symia’s hips one last appreciative look, knowing that she would likely hide them again before he saw her next.

“Pleasure to properly be introduced, Miss Parvellia. If you ever have need of my services in the future... just ask.”

Symia just scoffs, crossing her arms over her small chest as she watches him go. Right before Adam leaves the room, he thinks he hears her muttering about how much she hates her Mistress for trapping her with a figure like that... and how much she hates herself for how much she enjoys it.

Adam just shrugs and goes on his merry way. All in a day’s work as a Brothel’s resident healer, really.

-x-X-x-

Part 5:

-x-X-x-

Adam had to give it to Dala, aka Mistress Urvodi. She truly understood those that worked under her to a far better degree than the vast majority of her race. In a lot of ways, she was similar to most Drow. She was domineering, controlling, and all around in-charge in a way most Drow Women were. However, most of her kind would never even consider rewarding their workers or slaves for performing their duties to the best of their abilities. Beyond, of course, the fact that they wouldn’t be punished for failure.

Dala was different though, Adam finds himself reflecting as he basks in the pleasurable sensation of fingers shampooing, massaging his scalp, and roaming over his head. He could honestly understand how humanity was able to domesticate canines and felines so easily with this one simple trick of ‘petting’. Though of course, that was nothing compared to THIS.

Leaning back into the pillowy tits of one of the Spa Attendants taking care of him, Adam smiles contently, his eyes shut as he enjoys the feminine giggling coming from all around him as the rest work to not just clean him up, but to also manicure, pedicure, and whatever-cure the rest of his body at the same time.

Spa Day. Apparently, it was a highly coveted reward for the staff of the Brothel, and not just limited to the actual sex workers either. It occurred a few days after every payday and was only gifted to a handful of employees chosen by Mistress Urvodi, the number of which was based on the latest round of profits. This in turn not only incentivized people to do well so that Dala would choose them for the Spa Day Group, but also incentivized them to make her more money, because the more dough the Brothel made, the more people she would send over to the Spa.

Case in point, Adam’s addition to the group, while all but expected among the other Brothel Staff due to his impact on the business, hadn’t even pushed another out. Instead, the increase in revenue from his mere presence in the Brothel had allowed for an expansion of the group, something that apparently did not happen often.

Of course, he barely knew any of the Spa Group, but that was okay. He’d technically met most of them, though only in passing and only in the process of discharging his duties to Mistress Urvodi. Ultimately most of them already knew what they wanted and had split off from him shortly after arriving. Adam had let them all go without a second glance, too interested in what the Spa had to offer him to be worried about them.

Save for the one exception to that statement. There had been a tanned, athletic elf in the group with tribal vine tattoos going up and down her body, and his eyes had constantly traced them until he’d realized the tattoos originated from her groin, leaving him to imagine what she probably looked like without any clothes on.

All in all though, Adam was focused on his own pleasure at the moment. Today was supposed to be about him, and so he would let it be about him.

Warm water suddenly but slowly pours onto his forehead and then back through his hair, he lets out a shuddering breath of enjoyment. His thoughts flow and drift as they often did when he took a prolonged shower or bath in life. However, this time around he’s not alone. With the added pleasure and distraction of the female attendants taking care of him, it made it hard for his thoughts to stay on any one subject for long. Especially when his pleasure could suddenly spike at any moment from their actions.

A sudden POP sounds out through the room, coming from his hand, and Adam groans as he feels relief he hadn’t known he could feel. Stiffness that he didn’t even know had been building up in his hand flows away as the pop is followed by the sensation of fingers stroking and massaging his digits.

Of course, he didn’t really even have time to focus on the one attending to his hand. He couldn’t even get a word of thanks out before more water was poured down over his head, fingers straining through his hair. Then, those hands in his hair move down further, shifting along his shoulders and gliding over them.

Adam instinctively leans forward as expert fingers rub and press in various patterns at his shoulders, forcing them to tense to the point of mild discomfort before then relaxing them in lengthening cycles of him getting used to the sensation. Meanwhile, his every inhale takes in more and more of the medicinally scented water he’s currently being bathed in.

A spot on his shoulders POPS just like his hand did and he releases a harsh breath of relieved pleasure from the sensation. Truth be told, Adam had had no idea that his new body had built up such tension in the short period of time since arriving in this world. Then again, it made sense didn’t it? First he died. Then, he was thrown into what was apparently purgatory and immediately found himself contending with soft handed attempts to mind control him into a ‘better person’.

From there, he’d scrambled to find an answer that would allow him to avoid the two extremes of either being brainwashed by the Church or stuck living out of a box in some filthy alleyway. And eventually, he’d stumbled upon the Brothel and made that work for himself. But that didn’t necessarily mean the stress or anxiety was over. For all that he’d gotten certain perks since starting his work at Mistress Urvodi’s Brothel, he’d still been quite tense these past two weeks, wanting to show his worth and hoping against hope that he was right about how valuable he would be to the business in the long term.

Only now, as he finds himself finally relaxing and letting go, does Adam realize he’s done it. He’s in the clear. His work these past two weeks has been enough to make the Brothel so much more profitable than it ever was before that Adam has been invited to this Spa Day. This moment... it’s effectively the culmination of everything. From this point on, Adam fully believes that he will be indispensable to Dala and her establishment so long as he doesn’t let his ego get too big and so long as he doesn’t fuck around with the Drow Woman.

As he relaxes even further into the constant touching of the Spa Attendants, Adam wonders if Mistress Urvodi has any further arrangement with the Spa Staff aside from these biweekly trips. If not, he would have to suggest it when he got back. Sure, his healing was good for keeping the sex workers at the Brothel all in tip top shape, but imagine how much better they could do if he had a dedicated masseuse working alongside him...

POP! POP! POP! A number of further POPS sounds out as hands press into his back and push. Like bubble wrap being twisted to the point of going off like popcorn kernels, the tension in his frame is released in dramatic fashion. His body pushes up with a gasp and Adam mumbles out some sort of thanks before sagging back down with only the armrests on the sides of the tub and the attendant laying under him preventing him from sliding into the water. Boneless heap of gooified relief and pleasure that he currently is, he might have drowned if not for those things. And happily at that.

As he feels his head being pulled back to nestle between those bountiful, buoyant breasts again, his body drifts in the tub and his mind follows.

-x-X-x-

Drifting was one thing. Drifting off was another entirely. Adam hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep until he woke up from his surprise nap, still in the warm water of the tub. He stiffens for a moment at the absence of tits against his head, but there’s a normal pillow in their place at least. His arms remain on the armrests of the specially designed tub, but the absence of touching on his flesh still reveals that the Spa Attendants have all left.

And yet, he can’t bring himself to be too upset by that fact. He’s waking up feeling somewhat similar to the day after a bad cold or flu, where one comes awake suddenly feeling well and healthy. Just... he hadn’t even known he was ‘sick’ before. But he feels too good to ignore it now.

Considering the circumstances that led to his hopefully short nap, Adam does feel a spike of worthy that maybe this Spa wasn’t as trustworthy as Mistress Urvodi thought. But no, a quick glance at his hand shows that the ring is still there and focusing on his connection to his new tome through the ring tells him that it’s still where he tucked it away in the room.

Speaking of which... as he finally lifts himself up a few inches and checks out the room itself, Adam quickly lays eyes on a robed and hooded Spa Attendant with her back to him, doing something at a nearby table. The hood conceals her identity, but she’s very obviously quite voluptuous and curvaceous, with the robe doing nothing to hide her beautiful body.

Seeing her, Adam calms down the rest of the way. At least they hadn’t left him completely alone to potentially drown in the tub or something. Chuckling softly, he calls out to the Spa Attendant.

“Sorry. I must have nodded off thanks to the skilled efforts of your staff. Apologies if I’ve kept you for too long.”

The Spa Attendant doesn’t turn towards him as she responds, but that doesn’t stop Adam from stiffening up.

“Oh, it’s no trouble. In fact, you’re waking just right on time for the rest of your private session.”

The familiar voice as well as the diction has him tensing up. As does the way she pulls back her hood to reveal white hair and pointed black elven ears. Even before she fully turns around to reveal herself to him, Adam is already uttering her name, recognizing her right off the bat.

“Mistress Urvodi.”

His voice carries a note of surprise at her being there. After all, from what he’d been told, Dala had never actually attended a Spa Day herself. There were rumors that she just went on her own whenever she felt like it, but ultimately she always sent off the ‘Spa Group’ with her blessing, having arranged payment with the Spa in question ahead of time.

So, needless to say, Adam wasn’t expecting the Brothel Madam to be here today. He certainly wasn’t expecting her to be here, in his room, wearing an open robe that exposed most of her naked body to him.

His mind rapidly becomes fully alert as a mixed surge of adrenaline and lust rush through him at the sight of her exposed body. Smiling a thin smile, Dala struts forward, crossing the distance between them with her voluptuous figure bouncing and jiggling in all the right ways with every step she takes. Her... assuredness is on full display as he stares at her.

Adam blames the sudden loss of blood flowing from his brain to his ‘lower head’ as his cock rapidly rises to full mast, that she’s able to get into the tub across from him before the puzzle pieces finally align into a rough image. Frowning slightly, he shoots her a slightly accusatory look.

“You set this all up.”

Dala’s response is an evil Mona Lisa type smile that seems to express ‘Go ahead. I will indulge you with my time and allow you to explain your thought process’. Frowning a bit more, he gestures around them.

“You wanted us alone for some reason... but without anyone else at the Brothel knowing about it.”

In response, Dala doesn’t speak... but instead slides one of her feet over his cock beneath the water. A low groan leaves Adam’s lips as he discovers that the Brothel Madam has FAR more skill with those toes of hers than she has any right to. Oh sure, she’s certainly had centuries to work on it, but even still... there should be limits to what toes should be capable of. Dala doesn’t seem to accept that.

Though after a moment, she does pause the foot job and finally speak.

“Oh, do go on. I do love hearing a good story. Especially when it’s about me.”

Gritting his teeth, Adam clutches at the bath’s armrests for support.

“... You’ve never come to a Spa Day before. That’s what everyone told me. And by all rights, you should be back at the Brothel, preparing for the night ahead. And normally... normally you wouldn’t come to a place like this. You wouldn’t allow yourself to be placed in such an exposed state given your centuries of experience.”

The foot job resumes as he’s talking, with sensitive spots getting strokes whenever he makes a good point. He gasps and grunts, breathing out as her actions slow his explanation but do not stop him entirely.

“... I’m sure you know plenty of peers who have been slain in a place like this because they let their guard down, don’t you?”

Dala’s grin widens at that and she tilts her head in acknowledgment. But that just leaves Adam with one major question.

“... Why then? Why are you here, Mistress Urvodi?”

Dala hums for a moment before shrugging her shoulders in a way that causes her soaked robe to slowly but surely dribble off them, almost like it itself has become liquid. As her body is further exposed to his eyes, the Brothel Madam smirks.

“There’s one member of the Brothel Staff that you haven’t examined yet, my dear Adam.”

That causes him to blink and even panic for a moment. Had he fucked up and Dala was using this as an excuse to punish him under the guise of this ‘reward’. But then, who could he have missed? His mind goes over everyone he’s seen to in the past two weeks. From the sex workers to the day staff... even her secretary. Who could she possibly be talking abo- oh. Duh. The answer was staring him right in the face. Literally.

Feeling a little more agitated and irritated than before now that he understands why and how Dala is fucking with him, Adam sighs as he stares across the bathtub at the one ‘staff member’ of the Brothel he hasn’t examined yet. Mistress Urvodi herself.

“You know... you could have just summoned me to your office at any time and asked for an examination, Mistress.”

To his surprise, which has her throwing her head back and releasing a throaty laugh of mirth that has her dark chest distractedly shaking up and down in amusement at his statement. So distracting in fact, that one moment she’s across from him laughing... and the next she’s on top of him, her arms draped over his shoulders and her breath tickling his ear as she pins him down in the tub and rubs herself against him.

“Consider this a lesson in paranoia, dear healer. For all that you expressed concerns over the Church coming for you because of your recent purchase from my pet, you immediately lowered your guard down upon your first outing from the Brothel. You thought just because this was where I always sent my girls for Spa Day, that you were safe... and now you find yourself at a disadvantage. You’re lucky that it was me who took advantage of your weakness, instead of anyone else.”

That... was fair. Adam’s jaw clenches as he recognizes how easy it would have been for anyone to take him out, if they really wanted to. Privately, he didn’t think he HAD any enemies in this world... but you never knew. Dala was right about that much at least.

“In this world, one doesn’t simply go asking for help either. I could have called you to my office and had you examine me. I could have even paid you for it. But gold, I find, is less valuable to people like us.”

People like them? Was she comparing the two of them? That was actually rather flattering, Adam couldn’t help but admit. Though at the same time...

“People like us? And less valuable than what?”

Dala just grins down at him.

“Yes, people like us. People who want to be free. Money makes the world go round... but once you have enough of it, you’re set. However, experience... experience is the most valuable trade of all.”

Bringing up a hand, the Brothel Madam gently wraps it around Adam’s neck for a moment, one finger falling upon his exposed throat after the other. And then just as quickly, she draws her hand away.

“You have learned a valuable lesson today, Adam. Wouldn’t you agree?”

He considers her words for a moment, as well as the lingering touch of her fingers across his throat. She’d barely held his neck... but the message is clear all the same. If she hadn’t set this up, maybe nothing would have happened this time. But that would have just meant that Adam’s guard was even further lowered for the next time. And the longer he existed in this world, the more likely he was to have enemies who might go after him.

In the end... she was right. This lesson she was giving him... it was more valuable than his entire payday. More valuable than even the tome that her secretary had sold him. He opens his mouth to tell her as much, but a groan leaves his lips instead as she grinds herself against his cock in a way that sends a spike of pleasure through him. Dala just grins, not seeming bothered by his lack of a response.

“For my part, being away from my own kind for so long always has the potential to dull what has kept me alive all this time. Especially when my self-proclaimed ‘opponents’ are less skilled than a Drow Child. Occasionally, I have to set up some practice of my own in order to keep certain skills sharp and ready.”

Here, Dala flashes him a wider grin.

“And of course, finally... there’s the sheer pleasure of what’s about to happen between the two of us. And how I will have you all to myself here until I deign to release you.”

And then, without further ado, without waiting for his response or anything like that... the Brothel Madam lifts herself up and impales herself upon his cock. A loud groan erupts from Adam’s throat as he quickly discovers how skilled she is with her cunt. Her pussy walls tighten and grip and squeeze at his member, almost seeming to have a mind of their own as they work up and down his shaft. Advantages of a long lifespan, he imagines.

It feels amazing, of course... but Adam focuses on the task at hand. For all the sensual, seductive nature of Dala’s words and tone, for all that the Brothel Madam was making this all about sex... there was still the kernel of what this encounter was REALLY about. Specifically, she didn’t just want to fuck him. She wanted an examination. And Adam could well imagine that he would be in for a world of hurt if he didn’t give her what she wanted in full by the time their encounter was done.

Obviously, it would be so very easy to get lost in this pleasure. To let Mistress Urvodi do whatever she wanted with him. But Adam could not and would not succumb. He was no beast. He was a man with a man’s intelligence and a man’s willpower.

That said, he brings up his hand and activates his ring, beginning a diagnostic spell first to get a good reading of the Brothel Madam currently impaled upon his cock. The information he gets back is... shocking, to say the least. Beneath her seemingly perfect skin, Dalamirn Urvodi’s body was a tapestry of what it must have taken to survive Dark Elf Culture and Politics. Frankly, that she’s doing as well as she currently is... is a testament to her willpower and inner strength.

Even then, her body is functioning at about roughly seventy percent of what it could be. The other thirty percent is damaged in some way or form from old injuries. Her lungs are scarred, her muscles have been torn so many times that some of them aren’t even healing naturally anymore, there are isolated flesh pockets that must have been the aftermath of poisoning attempts, and much of her nerves are damaged or atrophied.

None of the injuries are massive. None of them are debilitating in a way that’s visible. It’s obvious Dala has made sure to avoid that. Even still...

Humming, clearly aware of the spell he’s cast on her, the Brothel Madam’s hands go to his wrists and guide his hands down to her hips. Adam grunts as he feels exactly what she wants him to feel there, the pinched and damaged nerves already starting to act up as she slowly rides him. Bouncing up and down on his cock... it wouldn’t be long before she would lose feeling in her limbs, followed by a likely painful recovery time.

She quite literally couldn’t have enjoyable sex for very long with her current injuries. With that in mind... Adam knows what she wants him to heal first. And so he focuses his magic on her lower body, on her hips and thighs and crotch. He heals up everything from her belly button down to her thighs and watches as Dala lets out a shuddering gasp before redoubling her efforts.

He’d thought it was amazing before, how experienced her cunt walls felt around his cock. But after he’s done healing her, Adam quickly learns that that was merely what Dala was capable of while damaged. Her TRUE capacity is... much more enjoyable. Adam groans as she begins to ride his dick all the more sensually now that her hips are no longer giving her trouble. Without the pinched nerves to fuck up her ability to feel what was going on down there, she’s suddenly ten times better.

Adam can’t help but spill his seed inside of her as she bounces up and down on his cock, but given his little regen perk, he doesn’t even go soft as he fills her with his jizz. Meanwhile, the Brothel Madam doesn’t comment on it. She simply groans as she continues to bounce up and down on his dick, driving him absolutely wild. But... his job isn’t done yet, so Adam focuses on the rest of it. Her body is still a mess, even if she’s managed to masterfully hide the injuries underneath a beautiful, gorgeous exterior.

But then, outward scarring would only make her look weak in Drow Society. Because it wouldn’t look ‘badass’ or ‘cool’ or make her seem like a ‘survivor’. No, it would only make her seem too weak and poor to heal her scars. More than that, rather than each scar being like a bad of honor as it would be in human society, Dark Elves viewed scars as evidence that someone had gotten the better of you.

It was impossible to win all the time. It was impossible to come out of every attempt on one’s life unscathed. But it was NOT impossible to give the APPEARANCE that you were untouchable. That you were undefeatable. And that you were unstoppable. That was the tale that Dalamirn Urvodi’s body told as Adam went about healing up as much as he possibly could.

As he brings her from seventy percent all the way to ninety percent, he can see how she relaxes just a fraction of an inch. He can see how she finds herself feeling sensations she hasn’t felt in ages in places she hadn’t even known she was missing them. And... he finds himself wondering if this is the end for him, even as he finishes doing all that he can for her.

Hands back on her hips as she bounces up and down on his dick, Adam looks up into the Brothel Madam’s eyes... and goes for broke.

“Are you going to kill me now, Dala?”

His familiarity alone causes her eyes to flash, but then to be fair... how can he not be familiar with her when he knows her biblically now? How can he call her ‘Mistress Urvodi’ when they are intimately involved with each other in this very moment? Inhaling sharply, Dalamirn grabs him by the back of the neck, her nails digging into his flesh ever so slightly as she continues to pin him down in the bathtub.

“Hmph. For that impudence alone, I probably should. But no... it was not my intention to kill you. Why do you ask?”

Adam tilts his head to the side, uncaring of her actions. Technically she has him at her mercy... and she can definitely kill him at any moment. And yet, knowing that... makes it much easier to speak his mind.

“I’m the only one who knows how vulnerable you truly are now. I would expect you to want to keep that information under wraps.”

She doesn’t immediately answer that. Instead, she leans in and her nostrils flare as she breathes in his scent while riding him all the more aggressively. Her bouncing is causing water to splash out of the tub in greater and greater quantities, and the force of it is probably going to leave bruises on his hips. But Adam doesn’t care about all of that. The pleasure is still far more than the pain... and quite frankly if this WAS how he was going to go out, with a yandere Dark Elf on top of him... then sure, why not right?

“Mmm... tis true that two can keep a secret if one is dead. But my dear Adam... you misspeak. You’re the only one who knows how vulnerable I WAS. Already, I feel like I’m a hundred years younger. And you’re not entirely right. Plenty of my enemies know of SOME of the damage that I took in the past. Only you know the complete map of that damage. And only you know that plenty of that damage has suddenly... been healed.”

An advantage, to say the least. If anyone who came after her before came after her again thinking to take advantage of this or that weakness, they would be in for a nasty surprise, wouldn’t they? Adam can see her logic... save for the part where she says she isn’t going to kill him.

Dala laughs at the doubtful look on his face and reaches up, taking hold of his cheeks in a half-caress as her nails rake down across his flesh lightly.

“You, my dear healer... are not going to die this day. Because you are MINE. And I take care of my things. So long as you do not bite the hand that feeds you, you will have nothing to fear from me. I am not like so many of my kin, who would try and nip a potential problem in the bud before it can even become a problem. I have seen too many of my peers try to do exactly that, only to turn the potential problem into the very harbinger of their downfall.”

That was fair. He’d been thinking about it from a purely pragmatic, moral-less point of view... but clearly Dalamirn Urvodi was unique among her kind as a woman who actually HAD morals. Or at least, she was savvy enough to recognize what an unforced error was.

“We will go far together, Adam. I’ve taken you into my confidence, tis true. Refrain from betraying me... and we will see just how far we can reach.”

More than fair, to be honest. Looking up into her eyes, Adam can’t help it. He smirks just a little bit.

“You’ve got a deal, Dala.”

That provokes a growl from the Brothel Madam. Her cunt walls clench down around his cock, her thighs clenching down around his hips. She slides her hands to his shoulders and begins to really pound down onto his prick.

“You grow arrogant, healer. It seems I’ll have to teach you a lesson about just who your Mistress truly is.”

But far from sounding truly angry, she sounds amused more than anything. And she actually lets out a cackle when Adam responds by grabbing hold of her hips... and answering her bouncing with upward thrusts of his own. He might not be a fighter... but his healing magic makes him the perfect lover. And if Dala thinks she’s going to be able to dominate him in bed just because she has centuries of skill on him, she’s got another thing coming.

Because what Adam lacks in experience compared to her, he more than makes up for with enthusiasm and stamina. He can go for as long as she likes.

Though he has to admit, he likes the sound of what she was talking about before. About seeing how far they can go together. Even as they fuck one another, eventually moving from the tub to a nearby massage table and utterly demolishing that through their passionate copulation, Adam finds himself envisioning the future.

Will it be just the Brothel that she intends to grow and grow? Or does Dala have further plans for expansion? More Brothels? Or something beyond even that? Either way, Adam knows that she actually had two lessons to teach him today. The first, to never let his guard down. The second? That sometimes in order to get what you wanted, you had to extend the slightest bit of trust.

Before today, Dalamirn Urvodi was ‘retired’, so to speak. She was far from out of the game, but there was no denying that she’d... begun to fall behind. But after today? With his help now and in the future? She was back on top. And no one even knew it yet.

The things they would do together... Adam had to admit, he could hardly wait.

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