5 comments/ 36792 views/ 33 favorites A Hunter's Con By: YummyTiger Thanks for reading, I appreciate any feedback you might have! * The sprawling city of Baynok spread out before John like a cancer slowly devouring the countryside. His disdainful glare took in the crowded road disappearing into the city. He was not one of these people. A fact that was readily apparent to anyone who cared to notice him, standing there with a string of claws hanging from his belt and his long hunting dagger sitting comfortably on his hip. The wilderness was his home, and it would have suited him just fine to never set foot in a city again. Unfortunately, the city meant trade, and trade meant alchemists and healers for him to sell his wares to. For that reason, John sighed and plunged into the sea of bodies. Thankfully, the walk to his destination was not far. The healer he often did business with had a shop about fifteen minutes from the city's main gate. His name was Harold, and John had been selling him herbs for over fifteen years now. He knew that his herbs might fetch a higher price deeper in the city, but Harold had always treated him fairly. John was relieved when he at last broke free of the main thoroughfare and made his way down the side street leading to Harold's shop. He had only taken a few steps when a woman shrieked behind him. John turned towards the source to find a horse and carriage thundering towards him. "Out o' the way peasants!" The driver screamed as the shrieking women was thrown to the side. Reflexes born from years in the wilderness saved John from a similar fate as he dived out of the way. His landing was anything but graceful and he lost his footing in the slick mud lining the roadside. He landed face first and foul odors filled his nostrils. The shallow trenches that lined these roads were often used for discarding the waste accumulated by nearby shops and houses. John angrily spat what he prayed was mud from his mouth and surged to his feet. The carriage was already past, but he caught a brief glance of the noblewoman riding in the back. Her long blond hair was trailing behind her and her sparkling green dress flaunted her obvious wealth. "Bloody nobles and their bloody carriages!" John cursed at the retreating vehicle. They thought the owned the road and everything in it! John took stock of his situation, nothing but his pride was seriously injured. The herbs in his pouch were a little dirty, but they would need to be washed anyways. He stomped his way back onto the road and stormed towards the healers shop. His facial expression dared anyone to slow his progress. The quicker he sold his goods, the quicker he could leave this god forsaken city. When John reached the storefront, he cut into the alleyway beside it and made his way to the shop's back door. He doubted Harold would appreciate him tracking mud through his front door. The wooden door rattled as he angrily rapped on its surface. The door cracked open a moment later and Harold's wrinkled face poked out. "You trying to break down my door boy," the healer said in a scolding tone. His gaze swept downwards to his mud covered clothing, "What happened to you?" "Bloody nobles." Harold gave him a knowing nod, "Well come on in and get yourself cleaned up." Inside, herbs of all shapes and sizes hung from strings along one of the room's walls and a pot of something that smelled eerily like cooked cabbage sat over the fire pit in the far corner. Shelves overflowing with small bottles filled the remaining wall space. These were Harold's stock of potions and his primary means of income. Each bottle had a small label attached and John recognized more than a few of the names. Potions were an invaluable resource for the hunter. "Here, take this," Harold said, pulling John's attention away from his surroundings. He was holding out a robe of brown linen that mimicked his own attire. "Not sure how well it'll fit, but it should tide you over till your clothes dry." Harold then pointed to a tub of water sitting beside the rickety table in the center of the room, "You can use that, I just finished washing my socks." "Thanks," John replied with more than a hint of sarcasm, eyeing the tub suspiciously and taking note of the yellow-stained socks draped along the side of the table. Harold eagerly took John's herb pouch and shuffled over to the nearby counter while John peeled his mud soaked clothing off. The brown robe scratched at his skin and itched like hell. You would think the store owner could afford some better clothing... well, at least it was clean. John plopped down in the chair beside the tub and dunked his tunic into the water. "Oh! You found a tryllic flower!" Harold exclaimed as John vigorously scrubbed at the mud stained fabric. Tryllic flowers were exceedingly rare in these parts and his finding this particular flower in a nearby forest was the primary reason for this visit. The flower fetched exorbitant prices and would lodge him for months. "I need to take this to the castle immediately." "Huh," John replied, looking up from his laundry. "Lord Brackstone himself is in need of a tryllic potion," Harold said with excitement as he began to scoop up supplies around the room. John would have never believed the old man could move so fast. "Can you look after the shop for a bit?" "Huh," John replied a second time. "The shop, boy," Harold said, stopping momentarily to stare at him as if he was daft, "I need to deliver a tryllic potion. Honestly, how do you survive outside the walls?" John ignored the jibe, "Yeah, whatever, it'll take awhile to get these clothes clean anyways." Harold threw the supplies in a small knapsack. "Good, I'll be back in a few hours. If anyone comes in, just tell them to come back tomorrow," he said as he bolted out the back door. John shook his head; he sure was a weird old codger. Of course, he did live in the city which, John had concluded, could drive anyone crazy. He shrugged and turned his attention back to his clothing. The damn mud was almost worse to scrub out than ale. His shirt had almost returned to its normal color when he heard the bell on the shop's front door jingle. John draped his tunic over the bucket's side and made his way into the store's front room. He had only taken a step into the storefront when he screeched to a halt. A woman and a man were standing just inside the shop's front door. The woman had long blonde hair and was wearing a sparkling green gown that accentuated her curves nicely. The man wore a rich blue doublet covered with the telltale dust of a carriage driver. John recognized them immediately. 'Well isn't this just bloody convenient,' he thought. "Healer, the lady is not feeling well," the man said as he entered the room, "We've been to three other shops that were staffed by ignorant swine." John looked from the man to the woman in confusion and then down to his robe. He was wearing a healer's robe! They thought he was Harold! 'Oh, this just gets bloody better and better,' he thought. "What, uh, seems to be the problem?" John asked the noblewoman, deciding to play along. Instead of responding to him directly, she turned to her driver, "Tell him that my stomach is aching." 'You've got to be kidding me,' John thought. Damned arrogant nobles, she was too high and mighty to even talk to a commoner. "The lady's stomach is upset," the driver informed him as if John had not just heard her instructions. What a bloody charade! "I have just the potion you need in the back," John replied and excused himself to the back room. John would make this woman pay for her arrogance and his mind raced through the potential options to exact his revenge as he entered the shop's back room. He scanned the numerous potions that filled Harold's shelves. There was lizard's boil which would cause her stomach to bloat and leave her gassy for a week. Or, perhaps some henwort dew, which would cause her skin to become blotchy and stink like rotten eggs. Oh, Harold even had some yearling dung. Yearling dung literally tasted like shit and came out even worse. So many possibilities played through John's mind that he was soon smiling and humming to himself as he wandered from bottle to bottle. That haughty bitch may prance around as though she was above everyone else, but he would bring her down a peg. John took both a bottle of yearling dung and henwort dew from the shelf. He chuckled as he poured both into an empty vial; she was going to want to avoid mirrors for the next few weeks. The thought of her beauty sparked a new possible avenue for revenge. It was so ingenious that his face split into a wide grin. If this worked, he would have one hell of a story to tell the guys back at camp. John set the two bottles down on the table and quickly located a vial of honeysap from the wall. Honeysap was a potion used primarily by hunters up north to stay awake for long durations. While it worked wonders in fighting off drowsiness, it also had an interesting side effect. It caused your skin to tingle like crazy shortly after consumption. Hunters often used it to haze the rookies in camp by sneaking it into their drink and then frightening them with tales of what their tingling skin implied. John was betting on the fact that a noblewoman would have a similar reaction. "Tell him I don't have all day," the woman said to her driver as stepped back into the storefront. "Hurry it up, the lady does not have all day," the driver dutifully repeated. Oh how he was going to enjoy this. "Sorry for the delay ma'am," he said with a sarcastic bow, "I was looking for my best potions. It's not every day that I get someone as esteemed as you in my shop." "Apparently," the woman replied while rolling her eyes. John restrained the snide remark that sprang to his lips. Instead, he took a deep breath and began the con of a lifetime. "Here, drink this please. It's called honeysap and it works wonders on upset stomachs." The woman shooed the potion away, "Ask him how much it costs." "For someone as esteemed as you milady, it's free," John replied before the driver could repeat her question. They both turned to him as though he had set the building on fire. The woman gave a loud harrumph, "Well, I see he lacks proper manners." She then snatched the potion from his outstretched hands and downed the contents. A moment later her face curled into a scowl, "It's disgusting." John actually liked the taste of honeysap. "Sometimes the highest quality potions can have odd tastes," he explained as he watched her, anticipating what would come next. It took every ounce of his willpower not to smile when she shuddered the first time. She started to wring her hands and then looked directly at him, "I... I feel funny." Amazing how he was suddenly worthy of her attention. John assumed his most serious expression, "what do you mean by funny?" "I don't know," she whispered, "my skin... it feels like... like a thousand tiny needles are poking it." The carriage driver took a step in his direction, his face now lined with concern, "What the hell did you give her!" John raised him hands in deference, "Wait, wait. This might be serious." John's words gave him pause. "What do you mean serious?" the driver asked. John needed to lose the driver if this con was to succeed. "Ma'am, this is probably something we should discuss privately." The woman's eyes were now wide with fear, but the driver looked skeptical, "Why would you need to discuss it privately?" he demanded. "The problems are of a, uhm, personal nature," He whispered to the woman with an emphasis on "personal". The woman looked more confused than ever, but John knew her skin was tingling like crazy right now. He had been a rookie in those camps once. "Stanley, wait with the carriage." Stanley turned to the woman in shock, "But, lady Lyla, I don't think-" She cut him off mid sentence, "How dare you question me!" Fear registered on Stanley's face and he backed towards the front door. "S-sorry, milady," he stammered with a bow and dashed out of the shop. The bell jingled and John smiled, let the games begin. Lyla turned back towards him, her anger at the exchange with her driver still apparent in her features. "Now, what is this problem," she demanded with her hands on her hips. Standing there, John had to admit she was one of the more attractive women he had ever seen. The bodice of her green dress was pulled taut across her full bosom and he knew exactly what his first course of action would be. "There is a, uh, sickness spreading across the northern reaches that is known as the tingling disease. It is said to cause as tingling sensation throughout the body. Eventually, the disease turns the skin a sickly grey," John explained, slightly modifying one of the stories veteran hunters would use on rookies. Lyla gasped and her hand flew to her mouth, he had her full attention now. "The diseases early symptoms are a stomach ace followed by the tingling sensations." "My skin... I can't..." Lyla stammered, her hand still over her mouth, "W-what can we do?" John was thoroughly enjoying watching her squirm, justice was one cold bitch. "First I must verify that you are showing all the symptoms. Please, give me your hand." Lyla's hand was shaking as she anxiously extended it in his direction. He took the delicate hand in his and slowly traced his finger along her palm. Her skin was unbelievably soft, nothing like the women he typically consorted with. He struggled to maintain his serious demeanor as he asked, "Does this tingle?" "Y-yes," she replied, eyes wide, "What does it mean?" John brushed aside her question and continued the examination. His gaze swept up to the taut bodice he had admired earlier. "Hrmm, that's not good. Is the tingling feeling throughout your body?" "Yes, yes it is!" "Even in your breasts?" The question brought shock to the noblewoman's features and she was momentarily speechless. John doubted her noble sensibilities often entailed discussing her breasts with men, especially those of a common origin. He smiled on the inside; it was high time she did. "Ma'am, this is important. Is there any tingling in your breasts?" he asked again. Her cheeks reddened, which made her look even more beautiful, and she whispered, "I don't... uhm, maybe." "Hrmm," John mumbled while rubbing his chin, "I will need to check them immediately." "What!?!" Lyla exclaimed and yanked her hand out of his grasp. "How dare... who do you..." John's heart was racing. "I need to see how far the sickness has spread," John explained. "I am not going-" Lyla started to say, but John cut her off. "Ma'am it's the only way. This sickness spreads fast and we are wasting valuable time." Lyla stared at him for a moment as if mentally wrestling with the situation. When her gaze dropped to the floor and her nervous hands rose to the string that held her bodice together, John knew which side had won. Her shaking hands fumbled with the knot and her cheeks darkened even further in embarrassment. John reveled in bearing witness to the entire ordeal. When the knot finally started to loosen, he began to squirm in anticipation. This was no whore or barkeep, but a noble woman, and she was about to show him her tits. Her eyes never left the floor as the strings fell apart and the bodice loosened. John watched as she maneuvered her arms free of the shoulder straps and then pulled the top of the dress down to her waist. Her breasts sprang free and John stood there mesmerized by the light pink nipples staring right back at him. She was not as endowed as some of the wenches he had been with in the past, but this woman's pert breasts were far more erotic theirs had ever been. Her skin was pristine, unexplored. He could tell that it was just as silky smooth as her hands had been. John gulped and reached forward to begin the examination. Lyla's head shot up when his hand came in contact with her exposed breast, "What do you think you're doing!" "Ma'am, I can't tell if you are sick just by looking," John admonished and firmly took her left tit in his hand to accentuate the point. From the look on her face, she was caught between wanting to smack him and wanting to run. Instead of doing either, she simply stood there and blushed as he fondled her breast. Her skin was even softer than he had imagined. He used his fingers to explore the contours of each breast, slowly tracing the borders of her areola and brushing across her now stiff nipples. After a time he began to lift each breast and giddily watch as the breast bounced back into place when he released it. He was like a schoolboy playing with his first set of tits. Lyla shuddered more than once at his attention. John gave her right nipple a firm pinch which elicited a small squeak. "Did that hurt?" "A little," she replied without looking in his direction. "Hrmm," he said as if pondering the situation. He reached for the nipple on her left breast and gave it a pinch. "How about that?" "Y-yes." "Interesting," he mumbled, continuing to stare at the magnificent tits lying bare before him, "Better take a closer look." John moved his face within an inch of her left breast. He noticed her flinch at his close proximity, but she remained silent. He smiled and took the tit into his mouth. "What are you doing!?!" "I am checking for a distinct taste," John said, releasing the tit from his mouth for moment before latching back on. His free hand found her right breast and started fondling that one as well. John was not in a position to see her face, but the stiffness of her body indicated that she was probably in shock at what was happening. That stiffness dissipated a bit when he began to flick his tongue back and forth across the hard nub in his mouth. He felt her body shudder as few times in response to his tongue's attention. John could not say how long he suckled and played with her tits, but he made sure to give each their fair share of his attention. By the end, the pressure in his pants had reached a point where he decided it was time to move on. "Yep, all the signs are there. You've got the tingling disease." Horror spread across her face, "No, i-it can't be," she whispered, her hands going to her chest and covering her breasts. John missed them already. "Now calm down," John said reassuringly, pulling her hands to him so that her lovely tits were exposed once more, "Even though your case is quite advanced, there is a cure." "Oh, thank you, thank you," Lyla stammered, "Please, what must I do?" Those words were music to his ears. The haughty bitch was standing topless before him, breasts shimmering with his saliva, and she was begging him for help. There was bloody justice in the world. "Up north they often use gauran seed as a remedy, but I unfortunately do not have any," John said, toying with her a bit. "Oh!" she gasped, "W-would other healers have some?" "No, it comes from an animal that lives in the north and would not survive the travel this far south," John explained, "But, a man's seed can be used as a supplement if administered properly." "A man's seed?" "Yes, a man's seed. But, since it is not gauran seed, it must be prepared properly and the seed must transfer directly from the man to the woman." "I-I don't understand," Lyla replied, concern etched in her features. "That's why I'm the healer dear," John said with a reassuring smile, "Now I must prepare so we can get you fixed right up." The concern in her face relaxed slightly at his confident tone. John took one more look at her lovely tits before turning and heading into the back room. He rummaged through the healer's stock. 'Come on,' he thought. Harold has to have fargot root. While fargot root had no real healing properties, it did have the interesting side effect of causing a man's penis to go rock hard for extended durations; a side effect that made it wildly popular with the noble men who could afford it. There it is! John popped the bottle's topper and gulped down a hearty portion. 'Time for some real fun,' he thought with a laugh. A Hunter's Con He practically skipped back out front. His excitement diminished a bit to find Lyla standing there with her dress almost back into place. No matter, her body would be free of it soon enough. "Alright, we have to prime the seed," John stated in his most serious tone. "Prime the seed?" John reached down and began to pull his robe upward, "Yep, the only way is to use female saliva." Lyla watched in bewilderment as John removed the healer's robe and dropped it to the floor, "Why are you... I don't understand." He now stood before her in nothing but his loin cloth. His manhood was twitching in excitement and sprang to attention when the loin cloth was at last untied. Lyla stared at his exposed manhood, her eyes wide. "You have to put my penis in your mouth," John said, spelling it out. Lyla's eyes shot even wider as her expression shifted from shock, to fear, and finally to anger. "Put your... do what? How dare you suggest that I..." Her voice trailed off as she struggled to express her outrage. John's heart skipped a beat as the full realization of what he was doing registered. If she found out this was a scam... his thoughts shifted back to the speeding carriage, the shrieking woman, and him lying face first in what he knew was probably not mud. He recalled how she had refused to even talk to him at first, too important to apparently speak with a commoner. His resolve strengthened, he would level the scales. "Ma'am, this is the only way," he said in a stern tone that left no room for objections, "I welcome you to try and find another healer in the city who even knows of this sickness, let alone the cure. When you fail to do so, it will be too late." Lyla's tirade stopped short as she registered both his tone and his words. Her brow tightened and her jaw opened and closed a few times, but she remained silent, as if coming to terms with her options. John met her glare and finally, she let out a surrendering sigh, "What must I do?" John released the breath he had not even realized he was holding in. Somehow he knew that he had just overcome the biggest hurdle. "First, remove your dress." "But, why do I-" He cut off her objection, "Your saliva needs air flow, now stop questioning me and remove the dress." She glared at him as she reached back up to the string holding her bodice together. 'Show time,' he thought. She made short work of the knot the second time and slipped her arms free of the shoulder straps. John's pulse raced even faster as he watched the dress slide downwards. Her breasts sprang free for the second time and bounced erotically as she wiggled her hips free herself from the tight dress. Her undergarments were made of an almost sheer pink material that only left a little to the imagination. She looked incredibly sexy in them and he decided to would let her keep it on for a time. Lyla stepped out of the dress that was now pooled around her ankles and used to hands to try and cover her exposure. Her shyness was adorable. "Good, now kneel down so we can begin," John ordered and moved closer. The glare she gave him would probably have sent most people running, and John could tell that she wanted to scream at him as she slowly dropped to her knees. John concluded that this whole thing would go much easier when her mouth was occupied. "Perfect," John said, gazing down at the noblewoman kneeling before him, "Now take my penis in your mouth." Lyla's gaze shifted from his face to his cock and back again. Her reluctance was driving him wild and his penis was twitching back and forth in anticipation, mere inches from her mouth. Those crystal blue eyes drifted back down to his penis and he watched as she hesitantly opened her mouth and took him inside. With about half of his penis in her mouth, she looked back up and him as if to say, "What next?" It took John a moment to regain his senses. "Spread your saliva along the entire shaft," John explained as he used his right hand to guide her head towards him. The action served to push his penis fully into her mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise and she yanked her head back, spitting his member out of her mouth. "How dare you!" She exclaimed, her face masked with outrage. He could not believe that even in her current state--almost naked and kneeling before him--she could somehow still manage to give him a look that was condescending. "Ma'am, you're wasting time, the more you argue, the longer this will take," John stated matter-of-factly and once again her tirade was cut short. She took a moment to scowl at him before turning her attention back to his penis. It was almost comical when she muttered something about peasants. He released a satisfied sigh as his cock found its way back into the warmth of her mouth. "Now slide my penis in and out of your mouth to fully coat it with saliva," John ordered in between heavy breaths, "And use your tongue to get it good and wet." He felt her shudder at his instructions, but her mouth was finally too occupied to argue. A moment later, her supple lips clamped tightly around his shaft and he savored the feeling of them gliding downwards. She did not take him in completely, but she got damn close. Her tongue slid across the underside of his cock as she eased her way back to the tip. The process had only taken a few seconds, but had left him groaning in delight. She gave him no indication that she heard his groans. After the first few repetitions, she really began to work his cock in earnest. Her head was now bobbing back and forth and John knew that even with all of her feigned ignorance, this could not be her first blowjob. Nobody was this gifted without at least some practice. He smiled at the thought that he was getting a treat that was normally reserved for nobility. Hell, considering how arrogant this woman was, he doubted even highest ranking nobles got to enjoy her mouth often. The way those golden locks swayed as her soft lips glided along his cock, this was without a doubt a noble treat. John savored every second, knowing this was a once in a lifetime situation. He memorized the way her lips curled around his sensitive skin and the erotic sight of his cock disappearing into the warm depths of her mouth. He relished how her perky tits briefly appeared when she reached the tip and how they jiggled as she swallowed him back in. More than anything though, he enjoyed the wave after wave of pleasure her mouth provided. He was not inexperienced in the comforts of a woman, but no man could have resisted this treatment for long. In reality, the fargot root was probably the only reason he had not finished long ago. John was also no stranger to the tricks men frequently used at whorehouses to make their coin last a little longer. As his orgasm approached and he grabbed her shoulder to stop the process, "I... I need to check if the seed is primed." Lyla wasted no time spitting his member from her mouth and wiped the saliva from her mouth with disgust. He made of show of moving his penis from side to side as Lyla climbed back to her feet. She stood before him with her hands on her hips and a look that said, "Get on with it." That look alone stoked John's anger. He slid his finger along his now calmer penis and said, "Nope, not quite primed. You'll have to suck on it a little longer." Her irritated look was gone in an instant, replaced by horror. "Y-you can't be serious!" "Well, we could try to proceed, but it won't work and this will have all been for nothing." She sputtered like a beggar who had just lost a gold coin. John smirked and waited for her to come to the only conclusion that made sense. When she did, he watched with giddy enjoyment as she dropped back to her knees and start began to suck him off a second time. Now, John had pulled this trick more than once in the brothel and every time the second blowjob was even better than the first. There was just something about the pleasure stopping for a time and then starting back up that sent his lust to new heights. While those past times had been great, this was extraordinary. He was being blessed with her noble mouth not once, but twice. As she worked his cock, he reached down with his right hand and started to fondle her swaying tit. The action caused those her blue eyes to glare in his direction as her head bobbed up and down. He released her tit and let her stiff nipple brush back and forth across his fingers for a moment before giving the nub a firm pinch. He heard a muffled squeak as she plunged down his shaft. John stood back up as the waves of pleasure pulsating through his body were becoming too much to bear. He watched her lips traverse his cock a few more times before he grudgingly put his hand back on her shoulder. "Al-alright," he stuttered, barely holding his orgasm in check, "Let me check to see if it's ready." Lyla spat his cock out and wiped her mouth in disgust for a second time. She glared at him the entire time as if daring him to suggest that she suck him off a third time. John laughed to himself and thought, 'No, I'll be getting more than a blowjob next.' Thankfully, the fargot root was in full effect and his member remained quite hard as he moved it from side to side. He slid his finger up the shaft exactly as he had done before and stated, "I believe it's ready." Lyla's glared softened at the news and she sighed in relief. He wondered if she thought this whole ordeal was finally over. "Alright, now remove your undergarments." "What!?!" she exclaimed for the umpteenth time. "If you're going to question everything I tell you, we can just stop now and you can wait for the sickness take hold," John threatened, meeting her anger with a little of his own. "But, I... you... I don't know why..." Lyla stammered, suddenly unsure. "We need to hurry. My seed is ready now, but it won't be for long." Lyla's confused gaze flicked between his rock hard penis and his face. He could tell that once again a battle raged in her mind, and once again, the prospect of her sickness ended up winning. His jaw dropped a tinge when she quickly slipped her undergarments to the floor and John was rewarded with his first view of her in all her glory. Her blonde public haired formed a neatly trimmed little triangle above the lips of her womanhood barely evident below. He had never see a noblewoman's pussy and looked on in admiration at how tidy they kept themselves. It fit perfectly with every other meticulous feature. Standing there in awe of the woman before him, John wondered how he would ever be able to go back to the whores and bar wenches. "Now what?" Lyla whispered, shrinking under his gaze. Her question snapped him back to the situation at hand, "In order to insert the seed properly, my penis must be inside of you." John saw the storm clouds forming in her features. "Trust me, it is the only way," he countered before she could begin. Lyla's hands were now on her hips, "I will not have you putting that—that thing into me. I must maintain my purity!" John had expected this, he knew how the nobles were with their purity bullshit, "I understand." "I can't... huh?" Lyla said, taken aback by his response. "I understand the need maintain your purity," John explained, "That is why I will need to insert it anally." Lyla eyes widened and she took a step back. The storm clouds in her features had dispersed, replaced by terror. John drank it all up, her nudity, her confusion, and most of all, the knowledge that he would soon be rewarded with her noble ass. Most whores would not even let a man put it there. "I... that... but... surely, there is some other way?" Lyla stumbled desperately. "Not if you want to keep your purity." "But, can't we-can't you just..." "This is the only way. And you better decide fast, your saliva is drying up," John admonished. Lyla's wide eyes were now focused on the penis twitching eagerly before her. She closed her eyes for a moment before finally asking, "H-how do we do this?" It took a moment for the question and the realization of what it meant to sink in, but once it did, John sprang into action. He crossed to the nearest table and pushed the contents aside to make room. He then guided her to the table. She followed without question, almost in a daze. "Lay across the table." He watched her turn away from him and lay against the table. The globes of her firm ass pushed out and her plump pussy lips came into full view. John gulped mesmerized by the sight. The whole image was so surreal that John stood there gawking. "C-can you hurry it up," Lyla pleaded, her voice faltering. He needed no more encouragement and moved into place behind her. The intoxicating sight of her womanhood on display beckoned his attention and he slid his finger down between her inviting lips. She jumped at his touch and started to rise. John put his hand on her back, "We need to lubricate your ass," he said as he gently guided her back into place. Her resistance faded and he grinned as his finger traversed down her back, along her ass crack, and down to her pussy once more. After a couple repetitions, her womanhood began to respond and his finger found its way between those plump lips. He fervently continued his exploration and noticed the impact his finger play was beginning to have on Lyla. Her breathing was becoming more erratic and she squeaked when his digit found the tiny nub nestled near the tip of her womanhood. He lightly brushed his finger around the nub and smiled when she gasped. After a few repetitions, her hips began to move in sync and a subdued moan escaped her lips. John's finger did not relent and began to draw little eights across the sensitive nub. The moan that followed was much less subdued and he felt her juices really begin to flow. His finger retreated back along her plump lips which greedily enveloped the digit this time. His finger found her opening and easily disappeared inside. He was so focused on her womanhood that he barely registered the gasp from across the table. Her pussy clamped tightly around his finger. Wow was she tight! He slowly began to work the finger in and out of her womanhood, enjoying the lovely sight and the moans he was evoking. He had to have her. He would never get this chance again and his penis yearned to experience what his finger now enjoyed. He pulled his finger free and took hold of his eager cock. Lyla quivered as he slid the tip of his penis down along her now wet pussy. Her outer lips wrapped lovingly around the tip and beckoned him further. His lust was out of control and he pushed inside. Lyla gasped and her body jolted in response but she made no effort to stop him. Instead, her pussy seemed to almost suck him deeper as it latched onto his cock. "Oh! Yes!" he heard her exclaim when he was fully inside her, followed by a heavy moan as he slowly drew back. John cupped her firm ass in both hands and plunged back in, eliciting a second deeper moan. Pumping in and out aggressively, John became a slave to the pleasure wracking his body. The way her hips responded, he suspected she felt the same. Her hips moved rhythmically with his thrusts, betraying experience, and causing John to doubt she was as "pure" as she had previously claimed. He took control of her hips and guided her back and forth. Lyla was moaned in ecstasy and lifted herself up from the table. The action pushed him deeper into her womanhood and John grunted in response to the fire burning within his loins. If he kept this pace up, he would finish soon. John refused to let this once in a lifetime opportunity end! He slowed his thrusts, gently sliding in and out of her pussy a few more times to savor the sensation. When he finally pulled free, her tight lips seemed reluctant to let him go. Lyla turned her head towards him, her eyes betraying her own lust. Not giving her the time to come to her senses, John guided the tip of her penis upwards, between the firm globes of her ass. Her lovely blue eyes widened in surprise when his member found her asshole and she gasped when he pushed inside. While her pussy had been incredibly tight, it paled in comparison to the way her ass instinctively clenched around his intruding cock. John's eyes rolled up at the sensation and he barely registered the second exclamation from the noblewoman or the way she squirmed as he held her in place. He was in a state of bliss as his cock plunged fully into her ass and then started to retreat. Her resistance also retreated as Lyla fell back onto the table with a heavy moan. Somewhere deep inside, John registered it all, but his focus remained on the intense satisfaction taking her asshole. "Yes! Yes!" He heard her exclaim between moans. John also began to grunt his appreciation. My God, the feeling was sublime. Her body quaked under his every touch and the woman cried out something that his current state kept him from fully registering. The familiar fire burned within his loins and it would not be denied this time. John unleashed a primal roar as that fire surged upwards through his shaft and into her awaiting ass. He was in a state of euphoria as he pumped wave after wave of his seed into the tight hole. She pushed back, accepting every drop. Releasing her hips, he fell against her, spent. They both lay there panting in unison as rational thought slowly returned. When John finally stood up, he reluctantly slid his penis free. It exited with a slightly pop and he backed away, memorizing the moment. He watched the noblewoman climb to her feet and admired her every feature as she spun to face him. Sweat and exhaustion covered her body and her eyes held a glossy daze. "That... that was... incredible," she whispered, putting a hand to her face. John could not find the words to reply and continued to stare at her nudity. He could make out the pattern of the table's wood grain impressed into the skin of her pert breasts. "Did... did it work?" she asked, recovering first. "Huh?" John replied, still having not regained his full faculties. "Did it cure the-" she began before her eyes widened with realization and her hand smashed solidly into the side of his face. "How dare you take my... my..." she said, trailing off and her hand swinging around a second time. John's instincts saved him from the second assault and he caught the hand before it reached the target. "Your impudence!" she spat, "My purity taken by you, a lowly commoner!" John's shock had dissipated now, replaced by burgeoning anger. "I may have just saved your life!" His tone gave her pause and she gaped at him mid-sentence. "You came to me remember? You are the sick one." Her jaw worked and her hands fell back to her hips, a place that provided no cover to the body still on full display. His eyes drank up the view and his anger ceded to renewed lust. 'That fargot root must be really doing its job today,' he thought as his penis twitched. He decided to exact one more bit of revenge. "There is still one last thing," John said, cutting off the insult Lyla was about to express. Surprise registered on her face, "What?" "Just to be safe, you should clean any remaining seed off with your mouth," John said, pointing to his cock. He could not help but smile, he would not only take her completely, but she would finish it all on her knees. The noblewoman looked at him as if he was joking, but his silence indicated otherwise. "You can't be serious!" John shrugged, "Well, you may already be cured, but do you really want to risk it?" Her brow dropped dangerously low and he watched her fidget as she struggled with the choice before her. Even if she said decided not to blow him one more time, he would enjoy the view for as long as it took for her to reach the conclusion. When she clenched her fists and stepped towards him, John broke into a wide grin—a fact not lost on her. She glared at him and dropped to her knees for the third time. A Hunter's Con John watched with elation as she cringed and took his cock back into her mouth. He was still mostly limp and she was able to easily take him fully into her mouth. He felt her tremble as her lips clamped around the base of his shaft and began to slide back up, taking his seed and her fluids with them. John grunted in appreciation and his penis immediately responded. When she reached the tip and opened her mouth to release his cock, John's hand quickly found the back of her head, "Not yet," he grunted, urging her to continue. He stared those beautiful blue eyes down for a moment before she relented to his urges and plunged back down the shaft in compliance. He knew that she probably suspected that he was doing this for enjoyment now, but he didn't care. This was worth the price of her anger. He watched in appreciation as she took control of his now fully erect cock and reveled in the sight of her head bobbing up and down as he fucked her mouth. Her perky tits bounced with each repetition. My God, it was incredible and John could not believe how quickly a second orgasm began to build. John began to moan and thrust his hips forward eagerly seeking out her warm mouth. Lyla continued to work his cock, unaware of his impending orgasm. It would be a fitting end to a wonderful moment. When he felt the surge begin, he pushed his cock deep into her mouth and heard her muffled surprise as the first wave of his seed sprang free. "OHH!" John grunted loudly, holding her head in place as he finished in her mouth. Once the climax had run its course, he looked down to see those blue eyes pointing like daggers in his direction. "You have to swallow it," he explained as he pulled his cock free of those heavenly lips.. Her eyes closed momentarily and he saw her shudder as she forced herself to swallow the seed. The moment was over. Her eyes popped open and her hands flashed to her hips. The thunderclouds rolled back into her features. "How dare you!" She exclaimed. John found it hard to take her seriously, standing naked before him. She must have come to the same realization as she quickly bent over and collected her clothing. He toned out her various rants as she slid her undergarments into place and shimmied back into her green dress. John did not respond until her tits at last disappeared behind the green material. "Look, the more seed you took in, the better chance that you would be cured," John explained as Lyla stopped to take a breath. "What are you talking about?" "Does your stomach hurt?" He asked. "Well... no." "Exactly," he continued, "The last part was just to be safe. I wanted to be sure" Lyla looked at him skeptically, "So, am I cured?" "Probably," John replied, "We've done all we could at least. Do you feel any more tingling?" "Well, no," she replied, his words calming her down a bit. "Good, that is a good sign. Tell you what, I'll give you this healing free of charge." John loved the look that brought to her face. "Free of charge!" she exclaimed, "It had better be free of charge!" John listened to another tirade before he butted in, "Would you rather your skin turn grey and your hair fall out?" She stopped and stared. "Then be thankful that we caught it before it was untreatable." Her glare told him she had no counterargument and he had won this battle. Without another word, she turned and started to stomp towards the front door. John called out, "Oh, you know what, just to be completely safe. You should probably stop by tomorrow." Lyla turned in confusion. "My assistant will be here, an older man, just do to him what you did to me today and then we can be absolutely sure that the sickness will not return." Horror dawned on her beautiful face as she considered the prospect of returning tomorrow. "It's your choice of course," John said. She harrumphed and stomped from the shop. John knew she would be back. Harold would be in for quite a treat!