The Submission – Part 1_(1)

Nevadae was a town Amelia never want to visit if she did not absolutely have to. This over populated town housed the largest black market in all of human land, Anthros. Lost treasure, drugs, poison of all kinds, illegal seals, stolen goods and even terrorborne could be bought here. Shady business attracted shady people so it was no surprise that the streets were filled with unpleasant sorts. Prostitutes and brothels lined dark corners of the town as Nevadae visitors tended to have heavy purses and usually in need of someone to keep them warm at night. Nevadae used to be a small village, located far south from the capital of Rondel. The small community was slaughtered by terrorborne and the houses were burned or abandoned. Smugglers and thieves began using the vacant location to make business dealing soon after. Then a treasure smuggler named Salbeth Almund saw an opportunity. Since this village was only a day detour when travelling from east to west across Anthros, he could smuggle goods everywhere through this town instead of the capital where there were strict checkpoints. He merely had to bribe inspecting officers instead of spending weeks and a lot more gold to carry out a successful operation. The village grew bigger over time as muscles under his command, criminals who tried to escape the law and even people who wanted to start a new life moved in. Salbeth seized control of the blooming town with thugs and assassins. He changed its name to Nevadae and demanded a cut from all illegal dealings within his playground. This crowded mess of a town expanded with no plan or layout design. Buildings would line up in jagged rolls along the streets with uneven gaps between them. Amelia walked into one of these gaps, thinking it was a street, only to find the back of another building at the end. The unavailability of road signs only made matter worse. Finding a particular place in this town was like trudging through a maze. Due to the lack of defensive wall, Nevadae suffered constant terrorborne attacks. Though the monsters in this area were small and weak, Salbeth had to employ hunter’s services occasionally when his muscles failed to take care of terrorborne threat and Amelia was unfortunate enough to take the job a few years ago. The young hunter spent over two hours on the street just to locate the tavern that the hunter’s guild had prepared her lodging. On top of all these mess, Nevadae was a graveyard of garbage. Sanitation was a myth here. People opted to pile their waste and trash at the end of alleys and left it there to rot. Reek of fault odor blanketed the town like never fading fog. The young hunter could never get use to the stench even after staying there for a week on her previous mission.

Lust and desire stabbed at her mind as Amelia pushed through crowded street. She had to force her gaze from men’s crotches several time after the yearning seeped into her thoughts. Ever since Dremot ‘corrupted’ her, lustful desire had plagued her mind. A lingering need that cloud her thoughts. A growing crave for ‘male seed’. The murky white secretion, pungent and bitter. The young hunter bit her lower lip after gulping down drool. More than a week had past since she had her fill of the grotesque fluid and sated her lust. Now the ‘corruption’ had grew to an bearable desire that weaved in and out of her conscious thoughts. A ‘corruption’ by any terrorborne would fade over time depending on their magic level but Dremot was not any terrorborne. He was the demonic lord of these monsters so his ‘corruption’ never fade. Amelia gritted her teeth as a new desire melded into her thought. In her current predicament, the young hunter had avoided any close contact with men and Nevadae was the worst place to be. Aside from over population, men in this town tended to treat all like whores because most of women here were whores. Warm night air filled with musky scent was like potent poison that corrode her mind. Amelia could barely keep coherent thoughts when she noticed men stole glances at her. She scowled back and they dispersed. The last thing she need was for men to notice and approach her. The young hunter wondered why they would be interested in someone covered in dust from a week of traveling. A wisp of short hair fell over her eyes and she froze in realization. Her short hair was bright red, a color no one else possessed. Red yes but not as bright and shiny. Then her round eyes were the unique shade of amber which accentuate her delicate nose and soft pink lips, on a heart-shaped face. Even in her most unkempt state, she would still garner a glance from men. Another set of eyes leered at her and she saw hunger, deep lustful hunger, in their gazes. Amelia felt a shiver coursed through her as she realized her next mistake. Her attire, while not revealing, were snug fit which inadvertently emphasized her dainty breasts, slender waist and round voluptuous butt. The reason no one approached her was probably due to the two daggers strapped to the small of her back. They were mementos of her late mother. One of the strongest hunter and the only person she knew who could use magic without the help of seals. Her mother was the reason Amelia became efficient with daggers and wind magic. She wanted to become the best hunter and made her mother proud. Sadly, her mother would never see that day. She sacrificed her life to drive back Dremot’s army in a war two years ago. Her father gave her these precious blades after hers were lost in her own failed attempt to stop the demonic lord’s army as the terrorborne prepared to invade Anthros again. One of the blades were made with a strange translucent metal that looked almost as clear as glass. The other purest of white which glowed with brilliant aura. They were her invaluable treasure. She would kill anything or anyone who tried to take them from her. Now, the young hunter was thankful that they acted as ward against men approaching her. Leather breastplate, boots and bracers could have play a part too but she was pretty certain the daggers were the cause. People who were afraid to get cut would not play with knives. Under normal circumstances, she would not mind some that took their chances and approach her. Amelia enjoyed socializing and a chance was the least she could offer them. However, most of those were overconfident men who thought they could overpower her or attract her with their masculinity and achievements. They were beaten bloody or rejected then beaten bloody after they tried to force their way. However, a hand full of them turned out to be nice people and she enjoyed her time with them. It could just be long conversation about life which, more often than not, escalated into a night of intense sex. At this moment, she did not have time or energy to socialize and weaved through the mass of people with unfriendly scowl on her face. Focusing was already an exhausting task with all the lust and yearning storming her conscience, the last thing she need was a man trying to get in her pants. Amelia forced herself to Nevadae to find a man. An information dealer to be precise. One of the most credible. She needed information about the city of dragon, Braghom, and must not be distracted before she found him. Once she learned about Braghom whereabout, then maybe she could chance a long night of bed-breaking sex. Lust was not a foreign desire to her. Amelia lost herself in lust before and enjoyed it more that she dare to admit. Sex was not her problem. It was the choice. She chose who and when it happen. Dignity separated her from animal in heat and she intended to keep it that way.

Amelia stumbled upon a man and a woman in one of the dark alleys. The woman was on her knees in front of him and the young hunter thought she was being rob and pleading for her life. Rage erupted and she rushed in to rescue the poor woman. A few steps in, she heard strange slurping noises and slowed in confusion. She ducked behind a wooden crate to observe and found the woman was smiling. She held a rod that protrude from the man’s crotch in one hand while licking at the bulbous head at the end. It took Amelia a moment to realized that the woman was a prostitute and she was servicing her client. A tingle coursed up her back from between her legs while the young hunter felt her skin burned with feverish desire. Lustful yearning seized her instantly and glued her eyes to the long delicious cock. The distasteful bitterness with a hint of salt rose to her tongue. The gooey texture that made her skin crawl. Then nauseating pungent odor filled her senses. Wetness began to seep between her legs and she swallowed the overflowing drool. The man stood with his back against the wall with his pants pooled around his ankles. The woman knelt before him with the top of her dress dangled around her waist, heavy breasts exposed in dim light. With one hand on his shaft, she kissed at the mushroom head of his throbbing cock. Precum strung on her red lips when she pulled back to lick oozing gland. She swallowed the droplet of clear fluid with a savoring smile and Amelia swallowed with her. She could taste the bitter salt in her mind. The woman proceeded to devour the succulent head and probably did something with her tongue because the man stiffened and moaned hungrily. Then inch by inch, she took in the thick shaft that seemed too large and long for her mouth in until her face planted in his crotch. She did not struggle, merely slid gracefully forward. Amelia swallowed again and found herself wondering how it would feel like to have a cock in her throat. Even though she found the act degrading and shameful, the young hunter could not deny the budding desire. The woman’s tongue lashed out to lick his testicles before the man combed his fingers through her black hair as he groaned with satisfaction. She began to bob her head slowly coaxing another stiffening and louder moans. Glee sparkled in her eyes as she stared into his shuddering gaze. The woman took his hand from her head to her swaying breast and, without a word, the man started to knead her large mound which spilled between his fingers. She purred in her throat before quickening her pace. The man grunted then pushed against the opposite wall for support with his free hand. Amelia could hear delicious slurps echoing in the tight space and licked her lips in a daze. The woman had made a penis, of all things, look tasty. She swallowed again feeling her body burned with growing desire. In the fog of lust, her hand slipped down to caress the dampening mound between her legs. A loud groan startled her back to senses and she saw the woman gobbled down something with the entire cock still in her mouth.