D&D: FEW Sailing to Calimshan: 4th day: Entertain Carlig the idea of actually trading you off
From Create Your Own Story
The idea of being sold as a slave somehow really turns you on. To be traded for coins and used... roughly... Your elven flower is already moistening at the thoughts. When did you get so turned on ? but you have to convince Carlig... As he continue to roll your nipple under his finger through your clothes, you begin to try and convince him. "Hrm.. How much are elves worth to Tethyrian ?" you ask, seemingly innocently while your breathing has gotten faster.
Carlig doesn't look at you but continue to feel you up through your clothes. His glare is fixed on the aproaching ship. "Hrm. It all depends on the elves. and on the buyer of course." he adds.
"How much do you think I would be worth ?" you ask while biting your lips.
His attention finally returns to you. His fondling slows down as he rubs his moustaches with a sly grin cracking the side of his lips. "Hrm.. A prime.. nubile specimen like you would be worth your weight in gold..." he trails off, watching your expression.
"Hrm... Imagine what you could do with this gold..." you peg him on...
His grins is now wicked as his hand slides down to your ass and squeeze you possessively. "My dear... are you actually looking forward to being trade off ?" he slice in the center of the topic.
You stare at him a little lustfully, biting your lower lips as an answer. His hand moves down below your robes and moves between your legs from behind. You can feel his fingers suddenly find your wetspot. It tugs your wet panties asides and you feel his fat human finger prod your sweet elven honeypot. He smiles as he feels the warmth and wetness from your loins and his caress sends jolts of arousals across your body from your crotch.
"You really want me to sell your sweet little elven cunt..? hehe..."
He...
...he accept to trade you off, eager to make a profit out of your willingness
...still prefer to keep you but you definately will be used as rental goods
