I Own a Brothel in Another World

Chapter 240 – A Fresh Start

“You made this?” Mevana’s wide eyes switch between the fair reproduction of a penis and Sirgia’s firm expression. “Wait. You are the Pleasure Queen?”

Sirgia blinks a few times in mild surprise, glancing at me. “Who?”

Our friend turns the cock upside down again and taps the brand. “Almost all the lewd products for women that appeared in the city bear this symbol. I know Stockhawkers are spreading rumours that it’s theirs, but these were on the market before they scooped up all the merchants and their wares under their jurisdiction. The original gossip discussed a Pleasure Queen or Pleasure King since no one was sure about the original creator’s gender. Is it really… you?”

My shy lover gains a faint rosy tint over her cute cheeks. “Ummm… I did not make the glass ones, but… Yes, the initial design is mine… Or rather Master’s…”

The merchant girl looks at me, then her eyes slide down my front until they pass my belt, her face growing rosier too. “Oh. I see.”

Noticing and quickly understanding her misunderstanding, Sirgia frowns lightly. “Not like that. Master was the one to explain it to me and oversee the creation of my schematics. This unremarkable product is nowhere near proper enough to depict his glorious manhood.”

Before I can get a word in, the genius toymaker flicks her wrist again and summons another depiction of a dick. This one varies from the other creation in some details and it becomes clear why right away. She’s brought out one of the most faithful depictions of my junk there ever was. These are the precious items most of my ladies and some other females keep rather close with them.

Mevana’s eyes almost bulge out as her gaze wanders onto the masterfully crafted dick, impossible to differentiate from the real thing just by sight. Realisation fills her flushing face as she definitely recalls the imagery from the dangerous night, her gaze repeatedly sneaking to my waist.

“That looks… Amazing…” she mutters under her breath. “It’s like day and night compared to the other one…”

The plump woodworker yelps quietly as the stiff dildo suddenly flies her way, yet her hands catch it from the air on pure instinct. Her hands and fingers are certainly bigger than Sirgia’s and have a bit more meat to them, but they still barely encompass the entire length as she holds it in front of her face, which reaches levels of crimson she hasn’t shown before, her attention fully locked on the tip pointing at her. A little absentmindedly, her palms start testing the material by kneading it tenderly.

Clearing my throat makes her jump into the air, once again bringing her focus onto my crotch and then face as she is positively steaming from being caught deep in thought. She hastily gives the replica back to the rightful owner while nervously biting down on her bottom lip.

“I’m not sure I should be touching something so… personal,” Mevana admits with an apologetic smile.

Sirgia gives my fake cock a longing stroke before showing a warm smile in response. “It’s okay. This is a fresh one. And it’s not that personal. Every female Master cares for has their own.”

“Really?” Our host doesn’t hide her shock. “And that’s fine with…”

My tiny girlfriend nods happily. “Master encourages us to relieve our desires with these whenever he isn’t around to embrace us. He is very understanding of our needs and the needs of every woman around. These particular rubber penises might be a privilege for his mates and trusted companions, but even the lowest of servants have access to all the toys.”

“Alright. I think it’s time to explain.” I rest my hands atop Sirgia’s shoulders. “We are gradually moving off the tracks.”

Mevana fights to tame her blush and watches us with clear intrigue.

“Amongst other things, I run a brothel, partially as a cover for the abused races as a place they can find work if they don’t mind the trade. We have an entire department for ladies where female guests can spend time with some of our girls or rent a Pleasure Chamber. As the name implies, those are full of various gadgets and trinkets that can blow a woman’s mind, and not only,” I quickly catch the crafty artisan up on stuff. “Toys like these are common where I come from and Sirgia was kind enough to make some for me after I explained the concepts. The thing is, she wanted to keep them under wraps until she was ready, thus a new brand that didn’t directly link to her family. Additionally, we haven’t given any distribution rights yet, and certainly not to some random mercantile Dwarf clan.”

I wait a little for our ally to assimilate the new information, watching for any changes in her demeanour. So far, she shows no other emotions besides surprise and perhaps a hint of awe or admiration directed at both of us.

“So, finding one here, mass-produced at that, is not something we expected,” I add while sneaking a peek at the crushed remains. “How did it even get out? Have we sold or given them out to any uncertain people?”

My lithe Dwarf sets my junk standing on the nearby counter instead of hiding it away and rubs her chin cutely, the faithful recreation bobbing lightly next to her. “It would be better to ask Ria, but I know we lose a few copies a week during rougher periods. They are durable, but with how intense our guests can be, nothing short of the highest-grade materials could withstand such carnal ferocity. Perhaps someone managed to steal one and it was missed in the utilisation report somehow. I’m so sorry, Master.”

As her dark caramel eyes peer up into mine with honest guilt and apology, I brush my fingers through her soft hair, kissing the top of her head. “Not your fault. And I’m not angry at you. Just at them for exposing you to such trouble.”

She sighs contentedly. “It’s time.”

“Time?” I raise a curious brow at her.

“To step out of the shadows.” Sirgia’s arms wrap around me dearly.

“Are you sure?” I keep caressing my beloved wife. “You haven’t yet earned a name for yourself with your real work. I don’t want this to overshadow your greatness.”

She unwraps herself from me and takes a step back, a resolute expression adorning her usually stoic or timid visage. “This is real work, Master. I poured all my heart into every toy you requested from me. I was hesitant and a little awkward at first, but I soon understood that there was nothing disgraceful in this craft. I enjoyed coming up with ways and solutions to make the toys better as much as any artefacts I have ever worked on. No, perhaps even more. Because I knew they would make people truly happy. And, well… I could easily test them out myself too…”

A chuckle escapes my lips as she turns rosy again, reminding me of that one time she finished the first of many machines. It was a simple box with a cock on a stick attached to a little cog engine. Sirgia requested me to examine its performance and obviously offered herself as the test subject. The tiny moans of surprise and thrill she let out as her small pussy was repeatedly poked by my replica were just so sweet and alluring as she was positioned on all fours in front of it, unintentionally providing me with a great show.

Taking a deep breath, she pushes her timidness down and keeps our gazes linked. “Recently, I realised that I simply haven’t matured enough to look past the seemingly indecent trade back then. I was worried or even obsessed with my image and becoming a great artificer. But, you made me understand that it wasn’t healthy. Even when you wanted something made, you ensured I was comfortable with it and even promised to keep everything a secret if we spread the word.”

“Of course. Your happiness is what’s most important.” I nod at her.

“Yes. I now understand that.” She nods back with a charming grin in response. “And I don’t care anymore what others might think. I want to make things that I like to create, not force myself to come up with artefacts that the majority of the population, including the respected masters, consider important or prestigious. If I’m going to carve a name for myself, it’s going to be on my own terms and with people who enjoy my work. Though, I might already have gotten one unintentionally…”

Snorting amusedly, I kneel in front of her and steal a fluffy kiss from my creative lover. “I think it’s great, if you would like to hear my opinion.”

“Yeah.” Sirgia giggles a little. “And it helps a lot. We don’t have to start from scratch. Wanting to benefit from the brand that conveniently shares the same letter as their name, they spread our presence without knowing it. Some might believe it’s their logo, but it won’t be hard to point out that they are just merchants and not artisans.”

“We are making things official, then.” I search her eyes for any signs of discomfort or doubt. “You are going to come out.”

“I am,” she confirms without wavering. “But not without help.”

Her gaze lands on the stout woman who has been silently observing us while trying to process our seemingly important conversation.

“What? Me?” Mevana points at herself confusedly.

“We promised to work together. If you are willing, I would like to make you our legitimate associate and share my work with you. You will have to fight against Stockhakwers anyway and this will give you the tools to do that. My toys are already spreading here. It’s not something that can be stopped. Instead, I will give your store and workshop my blessing to become the official front of the Pleasure Queen,” Sirgia states with confidence, making the other girl take a baffled step back. “I already confirmed you have the heart and skill to follow in my… lewd… footsteps.”

Everyone glances at the wooden penises made by our new friend and the bodily craftswoman covers her face in embarrassment, valiantly fighting it to peek at us through her fingers.

“But, that won’t be enough.” My little princess turns to me again. “We need my family. If we don’t wish for this to evolve into a decade-long war between a small merchant and a renowned company, we need to involve a big name too. The Forgegravers’ backing will prevent the Stockhawkers from employing too obvious dirty tricks as the ruler and his subordinates will certainly keep an eye on a direct conflict between major lineages, even with an outer branch.”

“The plan doesn’t change, then.” I brush her pretty cheek with my thumb. “We are going to earn your family’s respect and recognition and then use it to destroy these thieving bastards. This won’t be a problem as I trust in the masterpieces you prepared to impress them. And we have an ace or two in our sleeves too.”

“Yes but no, Master,” Sirgia answers cryptically. “The plan changes a little bit. I’m not going to start with my normal artefacts. I will start with my brand.”

My eyes widen slightly. “But…”

She is the one to caress my cheek next, resting her forehead against mine. “The family won’t endorse business they don’t approve of, Master. I can’t win them with a typical artefact and then demand support for a line of magical penises. Please, don’t worry about me or my image. This is what I want to do. You never bothered with what people thought about you while you were covering your kindness with a layer of acted lust through the brothel project. I want to be proud of myself just like you are, standing with my back straight and my chest puffed out while walking the streets and receiving recognition from people who value my honest efforts. If it’s from a magic sword or a magic dildo, it does not matter.”

I rub her back reassuringly. “Whatever you do, you can always count on me. Let me just apologise for corrupting this magnificent mind of yours.”

She snickers endearingly and hugs me tightly. “I’ve always been a lewd Dwarf, Master. I have to thank you for giving me the courage to face myself without anxiety. So, thank you, Master. For everything. When your penis slid into my pussy for the first time, it was like a key sliding into a snug lock, opening my heart to the truth hidden so deep inside.”

Fingers grasping at my front, Sirgia pulls me into an intimate kiss, going not just after my lips but even my tongue. I accept her affection fully, inviting her in as her body presses into mine even harder. She knows exactly what she’s doing as I can feel her petite breasts being smothered into me. A faint smirk finds its way to my lips and one hand roguishly squeezes her pert behind, fingers fully encasing that taut bun.

The crunch of glass brings us back to reality and we separate with heavier breaths. Mevana freezes in place with her foot half-lifted from the ceramic debris, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

Well, if deers could blush pink, that is.

Realising what kind of display we have put in front of our friend, the two of us grow a bit warm too and step away. The earlier bout of straightforwardness makes Sirgia shyly hide her face behind my sleeve. No wonder, though. She’s so boldly compared my cock to a key slotted in her tiny snatch.

“Mev,” I call out to the thick girl, making her jolt. “First, sorry for causing a scene. Second, do you want in?”

Her eyes turn into saucers and drop to my lips, going even further south as she once again turns red. Shaking my head with a chuckle at my own mistake, I offer her a kind smile.

“On the team, I mean. We can’t do this without you, but we can’t force you either. If you want to quit, let us know right now and we will leave you out of this war,” I correct myself.

“Oh.” Mevana finds my gaze and I swear her shoulders sag a tiny bit. “Of course. I won’t sleep well without repaying those bastards for what they did to my shop. And I get to work with the famous Pleasure Queen and King? It’s like a dream.”

The Pleasure Queen snickers quietly with an impish glance at me while I roll my eyes. “Great. How much trouble would a few Oreads and a Liliraune cause on the streets?”

Understanding flashes in the merchant girl’s eyes. “If they keep to the shop, not much. For them to walk the streets, either me or Sirgia would need to accompany them just in case they are questioned. Especially the plant female.”

“Good enough. I’ll call them in and we shall begin the cleanup. Unpack your goods to free Diana or you can bring her to buy any supplies you might need. Before Sirgia and I can think about her family, we need to make your beloved store nice and proper again,” I announce, bringing a beautiful smile onto her plump lips. “I didn’t see a bedroom here. Do you have a house or apartment in the city?”

“I spent a lot of time in the workshop so just a simple cot was enough, but I rented a room in a nearby inn,” Mevana replies, then winces slightly. “I don’t think that’s an option anymore. I wouldn’t want to put the owner and his patrons in danger. And I’m not well enough to find myself a stable residence.”

Reading my intentions without a single word between us, Sirgia summons a big sack of coins and drops it into the other woman’s hands. When the string tying it close loosens, a gasp leaves Mev’s lips at all the shiny money. She looks between us and the immense funds in total disbelief.

“Try to purchase the rights to the second floor of this building using whatever amount necessary,” my wife tells her calmly. “We’ll make you a living space there, but for today, I hope you can accept the invitation to sleep at our mansion.”

Confusion clouds Mevana’s face as I casually walk out to bring the suitcase and set it on the side. 

Leaving explanations for later, I pat her on the shoulder. “Use all the money if you want. There’s more where that came from. This isn’t only for the second floor. Get food, materials, furniture, and anything you need with this. Don’t be frugal. This is the beginning of a new chapter of your life. And we can’t have our official associate represent our brand in shabby conditions.”

Uncertainty tries to weasel its way into her emotions, but watching my face closely, pure excitement and gratitude win as she throws herself into my arms. Laughing softly, I hug the short but bodily lady back, quite aware of her impressive rack. She doesn’t pay it any mind for a while, getting a hold of herself a moment later, stepping away with red cheeks and a bit embarrassed smile, still gazing up at me joyfully.

Sirgia ushers her outside and we collect all the goods from the wagon together. Our new business partner then hops onto the coach with one of Ianthe’s girls joining her for protection. They drive into the city to start their shopping spree, getting a storage crystal in case they run out of space. Instead of a ring, it’s the collar one, but Mevana gladly puts it on her neck, adoring the heart-shaped pendant she now shares with my girlfriend. From what I hear, it’s to further spread awareness.

While they are gone, we get to work on the debris. Our nature-connected companions help out with their respective fields as we tear the entire place down for thorough renovations. Having someone capable of manipulating wood and stone is a godsend. All the ruckus and the presence of uncommon races capture the attention of a few passersby who peer into the workshop, briefly stunned by what they find inside.

More rumours will spread, no doubt, but that isn’t exactly a bad thing. Curiosity is a powerful emotion. People will be eager to check out what’s going on and what the end result will be. Plus, the Stockhawkers will hear that Mevana is not giving up, instead taking matters into her own hands. Let them try anything and see that she isn’t easy to trifle with. The more resources they waste before we strike back the better. Maybe we can even weaken their public image through that.

All the rooms are cleaned up in a flash. Most if not all appliances and work devices are destroyed so the place looks empty and kind of haunted. It’s sad to see, but Mevana will end up in a much better place after we are done here. The Oreads create exquisite stone patterns for the floors while the Lilies use vines and timber to fix the walls and decorate them. Naturally, the main lobby gets the fanciest designs while the workshop and other areas receive more practical makeovers.

Unfortunately, we can’t do anything to the level above since it’s not ours yet. That might take time, but it’s alright.

Mevana returns a few hours later with a full wagon and a merry smile, which drops completely when she comes face to face with the storefront. Things aren’t perfect but we have managed to mend most of the damage and replace the lost bits with temporary arrangements made of vines, timber, flowers, and so on. The broken windows are sealed with a thin net having regular rhomboid shapes cut into holes to allow one to still look inside, most likely much safer than some random glass.

“Unimaginable…” Our partner gapes at her shop as we stroll outside to greet her.

“If you like it that much, we can go with it.” I chuckle and wink at her. “You might need to regularly water your front, though. Anyway, how did things go on your end? Any issues?”

“No. It was calm all the way. I even asked around a bit about the shop. Didn’t gather much. All people know is that it was done by a group of masked thugs so we can’t exactly link it to the big bad,” she responds with a sigh. “But, thanks to all the money you lent me, I managed to secure the help of talented individuals to fix the shop, covering everything I could think of. They will start tomorrow with measurements and plans. The workshop comes first. A few things I need to do my thing will arrive early too.”

“It’s not a loan.” I wave my finger at her. “It’s an investment.”

“But—”

“No buts.” Sirgia puts her fists on her slender sides. “We discussed this. We are going to put money in you and reap long-term benefits. If you want to return the favour in any way, do it with your honest efforts.”

Bowing deeply, Mev puts a hand over her heart. “I swear upon my name to always give it my all. It’s an honour to learn from a descendant of the Forgegravers and the Pleasure Queen herself.”

My weak-to-praise mate grows shy and signs at her to come in. “I’ll share some of my tools with you while we talk about the future. Master can unload your wares.”

Offering me a small curtsy as she passes me, Mevana disappears behind the other artisanal genius. I store everything in my rings to save space and give Diana some rubs as payment for her obedient assistance. A few minutes of nuzzling later, she dives into her shadow to regroup with her pack. They are going to stay in the wilds around the capital for now and they don’t seem to mind. Reminding her to be careful, I switch my attention to the shop.

Lilie and Lilia busy themselves with floral arrangements while Ianthe and her girls add finishing touches to the interiors. I stay with the former, giving them my advice as a person from a humanoid community. We end up removing a row of pavement in front of the shop and placing a bunch of gorgeous flower arrays there. After my suggestion, they grow cords that hang near the windows and the entrance, holding potted plants that extend their flowery tendrils almost to the ground. All in all, the front looks so much more welcoming than before.

And a bit like a flower shop, I guess.

Inside, the rock ladies start forming rectangular sections to shape the new counter and cabinets. Not everything will be made of stone and similar minerals, but adding a bunch of it here and there will create a cosy and homey atmosphere when paired with whatever Mevana orders from the craftsmen. It will also be easier to alter later if she changes her mind when the base is something we can manipulate without any loss.

Giving them time to introduce my insights into their designs, I walk outside once more to see how the Lilies are doing. The moment I stop in the street and turn around, I pause. They used dazzling roses with bright red petals to write on the previously broken signboard, including Sirgia’s brand seal between the words.

“Girls?” I call out to them and they hastily trot to my sides, taking my arms into their chests moderately covered with leaves, grinning at me sunnily. “This isn’t what was written there, was it?”

They giggle seductively, the blue-haired one batting her lashes at me. “It’s now all the same, isn’t it, Master?”

I stare at the words Pleasure Queen positioned above the store. “I haven’t heard anything about them deciding to use this name for the workshop, though.”

“It would be a waste not to, Master,” the pinkish half adds. “People are already familiar with it and the symbol. It’s your brand too so you should obviously use it. It fits the products you are going to offer, no?”

She has a point. And I start figuring out what she has in mind too. But, these aren’t things we can just decide on without consulting others.

Well, I can, but it’s not how I operate.

So, I thank them for their thoughtfulness and reward the hard-working Liliraune with a deep kiss for each side. They escape to tend to flora again while I slip into the store. Sirgia and Mevana seem to have just finished their business in the other room and look around the lobby with satisfied expressions. I approach them and plop a hand atop my lover’s hair.

“The Lilies named the shop Pleasure Queen, feeling that it fits. The signboard is already done. I want to hear your thoughts on this before accepting. Especially you, Mev, since this is your place and your life’s work.” I glance at our host.

Her brows rise a bit at the news but a knowing smile curls the edges of her luscious lips up. “It’s a great idea. I don’t mind. I’ll need to report the change but that’s no bother. Since I’ll be working for the real Pleasure Queen, it suits the shop perfectly.”

“And works for your line of products too.” I nod towards the open chest with her masterpieces. “Pleasure Queen’s Wooden Soldier sounds like fun, doesn’t it?”

She blushes heavily and sprints to close the lid while I snicker with Sirgia.

“A catchy name that additionally continues with the theme. Brilliant, Master.” My clever wife grins at me. “We can think of Steel Spears and Bronze Swords soon. It’s so much more creative than just calling them Model A or Model B.”

Mevana continues to simmer in her flush as we throw a bunch of crafty names at each other. She’ll need a little longer to fully settle into her new business field. Even if she has already dabbled in it previously.

Wrapping things up for the day as we can’t do much more without the initial plans from the hired craftsmen, we invite our sizable Dwarf friend for a small feast, a good bath, and a pleasant night of full sleep in a bed worthy of a Pleasure Queen. She is extremely confused when Sirgia brings us all into the workshop chamber and opens up the suitcase, gesturing at us to get inside.

Smirking, I hop in first, waving at Mev before disappearing into the staircase. Her stupefied voice reaches my ears from afar as she questions what has happened while being convinced by her kin sister to see for herself. I wait for them in the reception hall, taking a spot behind the counter. A minute later, my guests show up on the fancy carpet, one of them taking in the sights with her mouth hanging open.

“Welcome to Utopia, beautiful ladies.” I spread my arms and greet them with my best smile as they move closer. “Would you like dinner? Bath? Or maybe…?”

Sirgia lets out the cutest giggle as she catches my suggestive grin while Mevana blinks at me slowly, not getting the joke. I’ve had it played on me multiple times, so it’s only natural I do it at least once too. And judging by my lover’s exquisite expression, it’s certainly worth it. She whispers something into her friend’s ear and Mev’s blush resurfaces, her gaze escaping mine.

Jokes aside, we wander into the kitchen where our resident chef prepares some dishes alongside the other ladies who have followed shortly after them. She explains what she is making to Mevana while doing so, keeping us entertained. Done with the simple meals in a matter of minutes, we hop to the dining area and dig in. Mev already knows Sirgia’s cooking is heavenly, but having access to a proper kitchen with all the supplies, she can seduce a goddess with her food if only she aims to.

Afterwards, bath time comes. The girls send me away first while forbidding me from helping them clean things up. As the obedient husband and master that I am, I don’t argue with their goodwill and head for the pools. I’ve learned multiple times not to dismiss such kind gestures as that might do more harm than good. I just gotta show my appreciation through other means.

Picking the male section, I dress down and throw my ass into the hot water, relaxing with my elbows over the edge. Nothing beats a good steaming soak. Maybe some bubbles but they aren’t necessary. I might ask my smart wife to set a few tubs when we have a slower day, which feels like a miracle to happen, to be honest. Things always turn out more complex than needed.

As expected, I sense an additional presence at the entrance. With me facing it, I get the perfect view of the newcomer as the gathered steam accompanies their arrival. As the shadowy silhouette behind the misty obstruction takes shape, the grin fades from my lips and my brows rise a tiny bit higher. A gorgeous Dwarf walks into the view, but not the one I have been thinking about.

Mevana holds a white towel to her bountiful chest while throwing a searching glance into the spacious chamber. She finds me in the central pool and her cheeks colour as she witnesses everything through the clear water. Her gaze flicks between the pool I’m in and the nearby one, but she takes a small breath and walks towards my spot over the edge, pausing about halfway. 

Thankfully, I foresaw a short guest and sank into an appropriately sized bath, even if the result of my calculations was a tiny bit off.

I finally get to feast my eyes on Mevana’s fully bare figure as she drops the towel daintily, the cloth sliding down her massive breasts, athletic tummy, and man, those pillowy thighs. She subconsciously moves an arm to her chest but catches herself in time. Instead of covering her pink nipples with big and round areolas, she ends up pushing her tits up from below, further emphasising their significant mass and deliciously tender form.

Keeping her gaze down, she steps into the water and I respectfully admire what she is offering so generously. I have already formed an image of her that night, but there are certainly some surprises that were hidden by her nightgown. She is as plump and athletic as back then, but without any underwear, the lush patch of fluffy hair that adorns her entire pubic area is exposed to the world, matching in shade what she boasts atop her head.

From what I can see, it’s been freshly groomed, the edges of the inverted trapezoid hinting at the evidence of careful but recent self-care. Especially the shortest bottom edge, which hangs slightly above her thick, plump folds that keep her feminine secrets tightly sealed, clearly put on display through the delicate shave.

A shiver throws her charms into a light tremble as the surface tickles her mound for the first time, her wide hips finally submerged in the hot water. Throwing another glance at me, she slowly crosses the remaining distance and hesitates during the few final steps, looking from where I’m seated to the nearby sidewall. Smiling warmly, I extend a hand to her and that seems to help her work it out, bringing the bodily woman next to me, the line of clear liquid rippling above her stiff nipples.

We sit in silence for a while. For the peace of mind of my bathing companion, I keep my lustful gaze away from her delicious body. Thanks to being surrounded by so many world-class beauties, it’s not hard at this point. But, for someone who hasn’t even been with a man yet, Mevana struggles with her wandering eyes. They slide to me often, no matter how quickly she catches herself and snaps her face away. And the most common spot they settle on is naturally my crotch, even if it doesn’t proudly present all of its potency right now due to my handy ability.

Seeing how tense her shoulders become while fighting off her interest, I place a hand on the nape of her neck, making her jerk in surprise and panic, not noticing the movement in her distraction. Trying to show a cordial smile, I use all the knowledge and experience from my lovers to knead her muscles, helping her relax. Mev’s eyelashes flutter and a throaty moan escapes her as her muscles practically melt from the touch. She slaps her mouth shut instantly, turning to me with bright scarlet cheeks.

Chuckling, I shake my head. “Less nervous?”

“Yes.” She offers me a tiny smile back. “Thanks.”

In a much better mental state, it takes only a minute or so for her to speak up again.

“Thank you.” Mevana risks a peek at my face. “For all you are doing for me. I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate it. And how much it means to me. I almost lost everything. But now, I’m at the beginning of a new, better path. It’s never looked so great.”

“You are welcome.” I move my hand to her shoulder, giving it a faint squeeze. “But, you know you didn’t have to expose yourself to deliver your gratitude, right?”

“That’s different.” A quiet chuckle leaves her appetising lips.

“Different?” I stare at her profile curiously.

Mevana presses her back more into the wall of the pool, which in turn causes my arm to fall forward as it’s now unsupported, my palm resting against her smooth skin barely above her round breast. She peers at it intently, eyes full of anticipation, but doesn’t make any further moves. Deciding to give her a hand, I let my fingers travel further down until they wrap around her pillowy boob from above and hold onto it gently, not doing anything else.

The talented woodworker turns her face to mine. “You said that it’s time for a new chapter in my life. I agree. I haven’t been living to the fullest before. Some changes will be necessary. But, above all, as a symbol of our new relationship, I wanted to… start it with a bang.”

Flushing even harder, her eyes drop again from the dirty innuendo she employs in her pledge. She freezes when they land on my lap again but with a significant difference. Since the moment she offered me her breast, I no longer suppress my body. Thus, she gets an eyeful of a stiff mast saluting her from under the water.

Completely entranced, she unhurriedly brings her delicate fingers to its throbbing length and gives it a cautious stroke and testing knead, subconsciously leaning forward to get a better view.

“It’s almost undistinguishable…” Mev whispers in a faint trance, clearly referring to Sirgia’s replica.

Snickering lightly, I pull myself up to rest my butt against the edge, making her flinch back, and bring my dangling manhood to the perfect level.

“They say it can’t hold a candle to the real thing.” I give her an encouraging smirk.

The gorgeous Dwarf girl peers at my cock from up close at the height of her eyes almost unabashedly. Meeting my gaze a tad questioningly, she moves to her knees in front of me and daintily wraps her fingers around it again. She keeps looking between it and my face, her lips gradually moving closer to the tip as she examines the work of indecent art displayed before her, definitely thinking at least partially about how she can recreate it with her talent.

She halts herself before the inevitable contact and peers into my expression a bit anxiously. “Ummm… I’m sorry for saying it so late, but just so you know, I’m not exactly someone who is interested in a casual fling, so—”

My palm caressing the underside of her jaw silences her apology and explanation, making her sigh and shudder blissfully. She doesn’t continue, finding what she’s been looking for in my cordial gaze and affectionate smile. Her lips part and languidly welcome me between them, a cheerful smile trying to form on them embracing my shaft.

I’m going to spank a Dwarf or two after this is done.

This totally stinks of a setup.