47. Raven’s Training II
Raven looked cockeyed and weak, as Edmund the Trader unlocked the iron cabinet. Her leg didn't have strength, her body all entirely too sensitive. The urine-liquid mixture flowed out from the bottom of the iron cage or cabinet, and Raven almost fell down to the ground if not for the trader's rough hands.
She could take pain. This though? She was thoroughly not prepared.
Her entire body was wet, in the mix of her juices, sweat and liquids. Edmund took a large towel, wrapped it around her, and then princess carried her to another room, a washroom. There was a large wooden tub filled with clear water, and a magical tap that poured some warm running water.
Hot water a luxury in the world, they used magical heating stones after all.
He took a pail, rinsed off the urine, liquid and sweat. She was still a little hazy, but as the clean water splashed over her, she felt better. Cleaner. Then, she saw the old man strip to reveal his chubby body, and his monstrous dick. It was hard and erect, like a monster.
She cursed.
"Get in."
She gulped, and got in. They were both in the warm tub. There were smaller chairs inside the large wooden tub, the warm water covered only their legs. He handed her a bar of soap.
"Wash my body."
Raven nodded. It's just washing this old man's body. She could do that, she told herself. So she did.
But Edmund's body was no ordinary body. He was the Demon Lord of Lust, and the weakened Raven was no more than a weakling, defenseless before his overwhelming sexual odor. Just being in his presence made her feel horny, even if she didn't realize it.
She rubbed and cleaned Edmund's body while naked, and Edmund smiled. "Good girl. I like good girls that do what I tell them to do. Clean it properly."
Edmund's skin and flesh was rough. Tough. Flabby at parts. Raven was a lean, slender archer designed for combat. Yet, as she obediently rubbed his back, his chest, they were both uncomfortably close. He leaned close and touched her face.
"You're a good girl."
Raven choked and turned away. The trader's voice tingled in her ears. "Eww."
But her body felt funny. She wanted to push the trader away, his breath was so close that she could feel the air from his nostrils brush against her neck, and her chest. She didn't understand why, but it's so sexy-
What was she thinking?! Why was she getting turned on by having this man's breath on her skin! She had cleaned all the hands and back, and now, it was the part she dreaded to get near to. The dragon.
"Well, get to it. It's feeling a little cold without your hands."
Raven gulped and stared at the dick, and then, steeled herself. She's an archer who fought monsters! She's a heroine! She's not afraid of this monstrous thing that clearly wants to ravage her.
"Are you afraid of the dick, Raven?"
"-no." Raven said, her face flushed as she quickly repositioned herself at the dick.
"Clean it properly." Edmund ordered, and she gulped. She reached out and touched it. It was so warm and inviting. Both her hands gripped it, and she began to rub it. She felt her heartbeat quicken. She quickly rubbed the dick and the large sacks, and looked back.
"Done."
"Done?" Edmund taunted. "Not enough. Do it again until I tell you to stop."
"I already washed it."
"You just touched it. You didn't clean it or rub it properly. You're only done when the load inside my sack is cleared. Remember the deal, Miss Raven. Or are you afraid of cleaning some dick?"
Raven cursed and reluctantly touched the dick again. Her heart refused to listen, and kept beating quickly. Just the stench of the dick in her hands, it somehow drifted to her nose made her nether regions moist and twitchy. She didn't understand it, but she did.
She rubbed it and felt the throbbing blood vessels around the dick. She touched it, and Edmund smiled. "Keep going. Better clean it properly, because it's going to plow you eventually."
She did it for another fifteen minutes, but her nether regions was so wet. Her mind was filled with thoughts of the dick entering her pussy, because Edmund kept talking dirty. "I'm going to fuck you until you're pregnant."
"You can't." Raven retorted, her body tingled at the dirty talk. She felt horny, and she hated herself for it. "I'm-"
"Reserved for the hero, right?" Edmund laughed as Raven stroked his dragon. "But you don't have to tell him what sacrifices you been through. See that shelf there? That's the Virgin Herb."
Raven knew what it did. It was meant to be consumed after acts of intercourse, it was said those who ate the herb wouldn't get pregnant.
"So don't worry. We can do everything, and the hero won't even know what you've done."
She gulped, as she stroked the dick. The influence of the demon lord's magic coursed through her body, the power was strongest in Edmund's shaft. Each time she rubbed it, she imagined it entering her.
He watched her rub, as the turmoil in her grew. This was wrong, but she had to do it. She had no choice.
No choice.
She kept repeating those words in her head. It was the only way she could reconcile what she wanted to be, and what she was doing now.
She had no choice.
The dick swelled in her hands. She didn't realize it, but as she stroked, her face got closer and closer. The stench and odor of the penis sucked her towards it, like a magnet. She was drawn to it and imagined it inside her.
She had no choice.
Raven had no choice, she told herself. The dick looked so good.
"Stop." Edmund smiled. "Stand."
Raven looked up, her eyes pulled away from his dragon beneath. Edmund lifted her up easily, she was light, weightless. Then his finger slid down to her thoroughly moist nether regions, and fondled her.
She moaned, and as if a thunderbolt struck her, she orgasmed. It was so intense that her legs gave way and she fell forward, her body fell into Edmund's arms. His tongue gently nibbled her neck, and she felt another intense jolt pass through her body.
She orgasmed again. How?
She knew women don't orgasm easily. What magic was this man using on her? But her brain could hardly form a coherent thought after all the assaults on her senses. It was like trying to think while getting tickled.
All she could do was react to her body's overwhelmed senses, as somehow, he nibbled on her nipples and she orgasmed the third time.
"Good. Well, you have an hour left."
Raven didn't know how she was going to survive a week. But at that this point, she was unable to care.