"Is this the place?" I asked, looking at the small, unassuming shop tucked away in a narrow alley.
"Yes," Vespera said, her voice still a bit hoarse from our earlier activities. "This is it."
"It doesn't look like much," I said, my brow furrowed in disbelief. "Are you sure this is the right place?"
"Positive," Vespera said, a confident smile on her face. "The Broker doesn't like to draw attention to herself. She prefers to operate in the shadows."
"More like operating on a low budget," I muttered, pushing open the creaky door.
The shop was cluttered and dusty, filled with all sorts of strange and exotic items. There were jars containing pickled eyeballs, shelves lined with ancient tos, and racks of weapons that looked like they'd seen better days.
Hell, I even saw a cock of so beast in a jar filled with green liquid.
"Eww... what is that sll?" I wrinkled my nose, my senses assaulted by the pungent odor of old books, dried herbs, and sothing else... sothing vaguely familiar.
"It's the sll of secrets," a voice said from the shadows. "And they don't co cheap."
A figure erged from the darkness behind the counter, a tall, slender elf with green hair and eyes the color of the ocean. She was wearing a simple black dress, her movents graceful and fluid, like a cat.
"Vespera," the elf said, her lips curling into a small, mocking smile. "Long ti no see. I thought you were dead."
"I wish," Vespera replied, her tone dry. "But unfortunately, I'm still alive and kicking."
"I'm glad to hear that," the elf said, her gaze shifting to . "And you are...?"
"I'm the one who's going to crash the queen's party," I said, a smirk on my face. "And I need an invitation."
The elf's eyebrows shot up at my boldness.
"And why should I help you?" she asked, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "The queen is not soone you want to ss with."
"I don't care about the queen," I said, my eyes narrowing. "I have a... 'personal' matter to discuss with her."
The elf's interest was piqued. She leaned forward, her elbows resting on the counter, her chin propped on her hands.
"A 'personal' matter, you say?" she said, a glint of curiosity in her eyes. "Now that... is interesting."
"They call the Broker, by the way," she said, a sly smile on her face. "And I deal in... 'Personal' matters all the ti."
"What's your price?" I asked, getting straight to the point. "The na is Morgana."
"My price... is your story," the Broker said, her gaze intense and probing. "I want to know everything. Who you are, where you ca from, and why you're here."
"And in return, I'll tell you how to get an invitation to the queen's feast," she continued, her eyes glinting with a predatory light. "Deal?"
"Sorry, but my story is all about dicks and pussies," I said with a shrug. "It's not that interesting."
"Hehehe... that's exactly what makes it interesting," the Broker let out a low, husky laugh. "The best stories are always about dicks and pussies."
'Is she hitting on ?' I glanced at Vespera, who just gave a small, knowing shrug.
"Alright," I sighed, deciding to play along. "But not here. And after the queen's party. I know you can't trust , and it's fine. If you like, we can work on sothing else."
The Broker's smile widened.
"You drive a hard bargain, Morgana," she said, her eyes glinting with admiration. "But I like that in a woman."
"Vespera, do you trust her?" She glanced at the dark elf beside .
"As much as one can trust information from the famous Broker," Vespera replied with a teasing smile.
"Aww, Ves, your sweet words will make blush," the Broker said, her hands dramatically fanning her face.
"Alright, so here's the deal," the Broker's tone shifted from playful to business. "The queen's feast is invite-only. Invitations are written on enchanted moon-parchnt and can't be forged. However, a little bird told sothing interesting."
She leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. Both Ves and I mimicked her movent, forming a small triangle around the counter as if we were about to share embarrassing secrets.
"The Queen will announce a hunting competition tomorrow," the Broker said, her eyes glinting with mischief. "The winner gets a personal invitation and a chance to... 'entertain' the queen privately."
"Hunting competition?" I repeated, my mind racing. "That's it?"
"That's it," the Broker confird. "But this isn't your typical rabbit hunt. The purification ritual requires a sacrifice. A special kind of beast. The White Stag, to be more precise. The competition is to see who can bring the biggest and the purest."
"Where can I find this beast?" I asked.
"It lives deep in the Forest of Purity," she replied, her fingers tapping thoughtfully on the counter. "But that's not the hard part."
"Then what is?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"The Forest of Purity is enchanted to be... let's say, a little too pure." She winked, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Only those with a 'pure soul' can enter."
"aning?" I raised an eyebrow, slightly confused by her words.
"Hehehe," Vespera let out a short, sharp laugh beside . "In other words, you need to be a virgin to enter the forest."
"Oh... I see," I said, nodding in understanding. "That's not a problem. I'm a virgin."
"..."
[...]
"..."
Silence descended upon the shop as both Vespera and the Broker stared at , their eyes narrowing and devoid of any emotion. Damn, I could even feel that Herma had the sa expression.
Their eyes were basically telling , 'Bitch, are you for real?'
"You're joking, right?" Vespera finally broke the silence, her lips twitching. "Your dick was inside an hour ago."
"No, I'm serious," I said, trying to keep a straight face. "I might have a dick, but my pussy is still as tight as a virgin's. The forest wants a pure soul, and my soul is pure."
I wasn't lying. My breeder's body always recovers to the most suitable condition for breeding, but that also ans my pussy always returns to its 'original' virgin state.
I can't get enough of the feeling when it gets stretched for the 'first' ti by a massive cock again and again.
Vespera opened her mouth to say sothing, but then closed it, as if she realized it was pointless to argue with .
"Heh," Vespera shook her head, a small, amused smile playing on her lips. "The things I get myself into..."
The Broker, however, burst out laughing. A loud, booming laugh that echoed in the small shop.
"That's... that's hilarious!" she gasped, clutching her stomach. "I haven't heard a joke that good in years! 'Pure soul'! Hahaha!"
"So... you can get the invitation?" I asked, my patience wearing thin.
"Calm down, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you," the Broker said, wiping a tear from her eye. "You are a breath of fresh air, Morgana. I like you."
She leaned back, her arms crossed over her decently sized breasts—for an elf, at least—a thoughtful expression on her face.
"Alright, I'll help you," she said, her tone serious once more. "But I want sothing in return."
"Besides my story?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Besides your story," she confird, a sly smile on her face. "I want... a taste."
"A taste of what?" I asked, playing dumb.
"Of you," she said, her gaze intense and hungry. "I want to know what it's like to be with a... 'Virgin' like you."
"Honey, I'll let you taste for free," I said, a predatory grin spreading across my face. "As long as you help get what I want."
"Deal," the Broker said, her eyes glinting with excitent. She reached under the counter and pulled out an old parchnt. A map.
"This is the map of the Forest of Purity," she said, her finger tracing a path on the map. "The White Stag is usually found near the center of the forest, near the ancient oak tree. Be careful, though—the forest is not just pure, it's also... alive. It will test you in ways you can't imagine."
"It will test your 'purity'," she added, a wink in her eye. "Good luck."
I took the map, my mind already racing with plans.
"Thank you, Broker," I said, my voice cool and confident. "I'll see you after the party."
"I'll be waiting," she said, a sly smile on her face. "Oh, and if you find a blue mushroom growing near the oak trees, please collect so for . I need them for a potion."
"Will do," I nodded, and with that, we left the shop.
"So..." Vespera said as we walked down the narrow alley, the sun setting behind the tall buildings. "What's the plan?"
"The plan is simple," I said, my eyes fixed on the path ahead. "We go to the forest, find the stag, and bring it back. Easy."
"Nothing is ever that easy with you," Vespera muttered, shaking her head. "The Forest of Purity is not a place to be trifled with. It's said to be guarded by ancient spirits, and the very trees themselves can turn against you."
"Ancient spirits... interesting," I said, my line of thought instantly shifting to sothing... horny. "I never fucked a spirit before. Do you think a spirit has a dick or a pussy?"
"Oh, for the love of..." Vespera let out a long, frustrated sigh. "Why is everything related to sex with you?"
"Because it's fun," I said, then gazed at Ves, my expression serious. "And our goddess is the goddess of breeding, so it's only natural that I think about it a lot."
"Sorry, ssenger, I misspoke," Vespera quickly said, her gaze dropping to the ground. "I... I was out of line."
"It's fine," I said, waving my hand dismissively. "Just pray more to our goddess, and everything will be fine."
"I will."
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