Hot Blooded Obsession

Chapter 5: Deal

The Mercenary Kael POV:

Riverrock's streets blurred as I galloped through, civilians scrambling out of my way. My gaze swept the area, searching for her unmistakable presence: the dark red hair, the striking face, the full voluptuous figure. Handing Flint off to a stable hand with payment, I followed her scent. She was making for the brothel, no doubt to retrieve her money and vanish. But I'd intercept her first.

Just as I set out, an older man called after me. "My good sir!" He persisted, following my hurried steps. "Wait!"

"I have no time for this, leave me be," I snapped.

"Please, just a moment." "You seem very capable!" "Are you a soldier?" he inquired. I halted, sighing, then turned to face him. He appeared to be at least fifty, cloaked, clutching a staff, a tired smile etched on his face.

"I'm a mercenary," I stated curtly, then turned to continue my path to the brothel.

"My village requires help," he explained, still pursuing me. "I've come a long way to find a warrior who can solve our land's dilemma. I'll pay handsomely for your services."

Coin was scarce. "I'd be pleased to help," I told him, my voice a low rumble. However, I'm currently engaged in a personal matter and must locate someone." "Head to the guild over there," I directed, "and another capable mercenary will assist you."

"Please, I've exhausted every option," he pleaded. "I've stood in the square day and night, begging for aid, but no one will take the job."

I paused, looking up at the sky with an inward curse, then faced him again. "What's your name, old man?"

"Gorge."

"Gorge, I will undertake your task, but only after I've secured something of great importance that has eluded me."

A bright smile spread across his face. "Thank you!" "Thank you!" "Your servant humbly thanks you!" he declared, his voice ringing with joy.

"Alright, quiet down!" I instructed, holding up a hand. The last thing I needed was for him to draw attention before I could find her.

"You can't imagine what this means to my people; you've truly saved us," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

"Right, well, meet me at The Hearthstone Inn tonight. We'll discuss the details then." "I need to go now," I cut in, hurrying away.

"Oh, wait, don't you require payment?" "I can give you half for the journey," he offered, making me pause in surprise.

"Payment now?" I asked, taken aback.

"Indeed. It's a long journey, and a particularly fearsome quest," he replied, his tone serious.

That instantly captured my interest. "Your village is where?"

"Scaleguard Aerie," he replied, as if it were a common locale.

My eyes widened in disbelief. "Scaleguard Aerie?" That's impossible; no one ever leaves that place.

"I am a guardian," he clarified. "I only left out of desperation for aid."

I could only gape at him. He reached into his robes and presented me with three shimmering dragon scales, each easily worth over 5,000 coins. "I'll provide the remainder once your mission is complete. No one has ever believed my origin. Your immediate trust means a great deal." "Thank you, my good sir," he said, bowing before he departed. "I'll expect you tonight at the inn," he added with a smile, merging into the moving crowd.

I watched him go, a profound surprise settling in. And I thought I was unique. Swallowing hard, I resumed my path to the brothel. What fearsome task could he possibly have for me? I wondered. I pulled my cloak further over my head, moving nonchalantly to the brothel's side, where I'd previously spied her through the window. Inside, her box was missing, and she was nowhere in sight.

"Terrific," I muttered. Following her scent, I headed around to the back. "Gideon has taken it, my lady," I overheard the dark elf inform someone. I edged around the corner to see him conversing with her.

"I know that!" she snapped, agitated. "But where is it?!" "That's mine!" Her speech seemed slurred, and she was visibly sweating. I narrowed my eyes, observing her. "Just give me my coin," she rasped, grimacing, her eyes squeezed shut. What's afflicting her?

"It's not all yours; a portion goes to us and to him." "You only ever had a share, you know the arrangement," he stated calmly. "You look..." His gaze swept over her. "You look rather unwell, my lady..." "Was Kael responsible for this?" "And how did you even escape him?" he probed, a note of curiosity in his voice.

She stumbled back. "Never mind... I'll... I'll just find another solution," she gasped, her breaths coming in ragged pulls.

With a shrug, he re-entered the brothel, indifferent. I stalked after her, then seized her arm, pulling her roughly into the shadows of a large indoor market. We were concealed behind stacks of crates and concrete pillars.

"You wretch!" I snarled, slamming her against the wall. She was gasping for air, her eyes wide, pupils dilated and strangely reflective. Was she reeling from the same potion she used on me? That kiss... perhaps she got a taste.

"What ails you, woman?" I pressed, my voice tight. She could only pant and moan. I inhaled sharply, my body going rigid, eyes widening. This scent... I'd never encountered anything like it. A deep growl vibrated in my chest; this aroma ignited a powerful, coiling longing deep within me. Keeping her pinned with one hand, I leaned in, drawing closer to her heat. The smell was intoxicating, overwhelming. "What is this, what are you!?" I snarled. Her gaze drifted, breaths ragged, moans escaping, tears welling. I stood up, spread her legs, and decided I'd take her now! This was the consequence I'd foretold. I scanned our surroundings, confirming we were alone. With a swift motion, I pulled up her dress robe, exposing her plump rear, and freed my own arousal.

I slowly slid inside her. Her face twisted, not in pain, but pleasure, and she finally relaxed, accommodating me with surprising ease. I pushed deep, reaching the base, then exhaled. "How is this possible?" I muttered, stunned.

I began to thrust slowly, then pulled back, and she responded, gripping the wall and pushing against me. I seized her waist and quickened my pace. Her moans grew, and I clamped a hand over her mouth. "Quiet! A guard will hear," I hissed, taking her. She remained utterly entranced, as if unaware of my presence. I thrust harder now, my hand firm over her mouth, grunting, but striving to keep the sounds muffled.

"Hey! Hey!" a guard's voice bellowed, making me whip around. "What are you doing!?"

"Damn it!" I couldn't risk shifting into my beast form; my clothes would be torn to shreds, and though I could then use my invisibility and camouflage, it was too risky here. I pulled out of her, gathered her into my arms, and bolted into the thick woods behind the market. After gaining some distance, I gently laid her down and gazed at her. She was panting again, moaning with a desperate frustration, her eyes dark as night, reflecting light only when she stirred her head. She opened her legs in invitation.

"Please... please don't stop," she pleaded. I released myself once more and plunged into her, thrusting harshly. She can endure this! At last, someone who can truly match me! I thought, slamming into her. My gaze fell to her breasts, bouncing with each impact, her face lost in pleasure. I suckled one, and she let out a soft moan. "Yes, please keep going," she whispered.

I felt like I could go on endlessly, the cusp of release almost upon me. But I fought it. "No!" "I didn't endure all this time for such a swift end," I muttered. Looking down, I saw her eyes gradually returning to their lighter gray, and her tightness intensifying. "Argh!... No!" I groaned as my climax surged, hot fluid gushing. Her grip tightened agonizingly. I grunted, a grimace on my face. "It hurts."

"W-what's happening? What are you doing?! Get off!" she shrieked, pushing me away. I pulled out, my release splattering onto the ground. She stared, shocked, hastily adjusting her dress and backing away. I continued to pump the remaining fluid out, groaning loudly. "You! Why, you—" she hissed, seething.

I gripped the ground, a long orgasm wracking my body, my free hand clenching my erection. That had been... incredible, but far too brief!

I sat back, finally steadying my breathing and tidying my disheveled clothes. She moved to flee, but I lunged, pinning her once more. "Get off me!" she shrieked.

"You poisoned me!" I accused.

"I didn't poison you! You were meant to be paralyzed for a week! And in agony!" she snapped.

My glare intensified. "It lasted but a moment, fiery one!" I sneered.

"I know! Now release me!"

"No!"

"You are mine now!" "I purchased you," I stated.

"With my money!" she spat back, though she ceased struggling.

"What's happened to you? Your musk, that scent... it was so alluring."

"I don't know!" "You just took me like that and I—!" Her face flushed.

"You wanted it," I smirked. She averted her eyes.

"I honestly don't know what's happening!" she insisted, looking away. "I just felt this strange sensation after leaving your cabin... it overwhelmed me..." "I felt flushed." She concluded, visibly mortified.

"Why the sudden modesty?" "Aren't you a woman of pleasure?" I probed.

"No!" "I am not!" she snapped back.

"Yet Gideon claims you entertain men," I countered.

"Gideon is a repulsive, stinking, utterly despicable weasel!" she shrieked. "And he'll regret taking my coin!"

I watched her for a beat. "I will pay you your coin."

Her eyes widened in surprise.

"I will pay you your coin, and then some. Furthermore, I'll help you locate the necromancer you seek," I continued. Her eyebrows shot up. "I'll provide you with my protection until you meet this dark lord and find your way back home, and in return, I'll require services between those thick legs." "Do we have a deal, my fiery one?"

She regarded me, weighing the proposal. "Alright... deal."

My own surprise quickly gave way to a bright grin, prompting her to gasp and blush. "Then let the adventure begin, my mysterious, fiery one," I murmured.