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Living in a village run by a religious cult was surprisingly rather uneventful. Sure, there would be the occasional birth of a new calf or someone would be able to purchase a shiny new tractor (one of those modern ones if they got Mother Miranda’s blessing for it), but life was usually rather mundane. The highlight of your week would be gathering up all the lei in your house to go purchase some fine meats and even some rare oddities from The Duke’s Emporium. It was the only slice of the outside world that you really got to ever experience outside of the occasional book or two depicting what life was like out there. Though, it wasn’t just the goods that lured you to that cart every week, you were more intrigued by the actual owner of the shop itself.
The Duke - though you weren’t sure of any royal status he may have had or if it was just a nickname - was a rather mysterious character. All smiles and charm to whoever came to purchase his wares. Yet, there were plenty of secrets hidden behind that tight-lipped smile. He was allowed to travel freely in the village and also set up posts in each Lord’s territory. You often wondered how a man like him never even seemed fazed as he traveled through forbidden areas of town that were completely off-limits to the likes of you. Monsters lurked around every corner there. You assumed that there was some sort of seal of protection that surrounded him or a truce that Mother Miranda had granted him. If you were honest, The Duke scared you just a bit more than the Four Lords did. At least they were upfront with their intentions.
Still, the fear always turned into a giddy excitement of seeing the man. After all, he was a charmer. Despite your uneasiness, he’d always have you melting in the palm of his hands by showing you unimaginable trinkets and goodies from the world beyond the mountains. He knew what you liked. While you chalked it up to him making notes about everyone who came to purchase from him, it also made you feel so special. That was another thing he was dangerously good at. The Duke remembered everything you had told him about your life. About your wanderlust to see outside of the village one day. That was when he started to bring you specific souvenirs from his travels: little plastic domes with pictures of famous landmarks. He called them snowglobes. You were obsessed with these handheld snapshots of the world.
As you bounded the trail to see him, you wondered if he would sneak you another one today. It was rare that he even charged you for them anymore - they were more like little gifts he’d throw in with your groceries. Always shooting you a wink before thanking you for your patronage. Oh, it made your heart flutter when he did that.
The sight of the Emporium soon filled your vision as soon as you got past the graveyard. Sure enough, that friendly face was right there waiting for you.
“Ah, my dear! Friday already? Seems the time has flown by since last we met,” The Duke chuckled, taking a cigar from his pocket to light up. “Always a pleasure to see you each week. Could I tempt you with some cured meats? Fresh in stock.”
You perused his wares just as you often did. It was always tempting to come home with more meat than your simple ice box could handle. These were always such high quality foods, unlike what you would find in the village.
“Oh, and as for trinkets…” He reached behind himself and fished out another prized snowglobe before presenting it to you. The Duke watched as your face lit up. “All the way from Tokyo! I picked this one up for the little characters inside. Figured that it was quite different from the others that I’ve given you before.”
You gingerly took it from his hands and studied it carefully. Tokyo, Japan. You knew that was an Asian country, if memory served you. There was a figure of a little girl resting on the belly of a fuzzy monster that you couldn’t quite determine what it was. The style of the figures was unlike anything you had ever seen!
“Thank you, sir!” came your excited squeal, your smile wide. “This is so lovely - I’ll treasure it always.”
The Duke’s face softened at the sweet sight of your happy face. He loved it when his customers were happy with his wares, but something like this was far more meaningful to him. Your curiosity about the outside world was so palpable. The fact that such a small gift could mean the world to you delighted him to no end.
“You always bring me such lovely presents. Are you sure that there’s nothing you’d want in return?” you inquired.
You watched as he tutted and reached out to pat your head.
“My dear, I bring you these things because I value you as a customer. You’ve come to me every week since you were barely at knee height!” The merchant chuckled, tilting your chin up with a chubby finger. “Nothing brings me greater joy than to see that smiling face.”
His sweet words were like honey in your ears. Your face flushed with colour once more as he spoke such loving words.
“But you always give so much to us here in the village, Duke. If there’s anything I could ever give you in return, I’d want you to let me know!”
You could see the gears in his brain turning as you spoke your true desires. He sat back in the Emporium, silent for a few moments as he contemplated his next words carefully.
“Anything, my sweet? Are you quite sure?”
Eagerly, you nodded and clutched the snowglobe to your chest tightly.
“Anything.”
“If you truly mean what you say, come visit me when my shop closes tonight. No need to dress in your usual garments - a simple outfit will do for what I have in mind. Is that understood?”
There was confusion in your expression at his words but, not wanting to already go back on your promise, you nodded once more. Although you hadn’t the foggiest clue what The Duke was planning, you knew that you could trust him. So, you bought a few groceries and tucked your new present safely in your coat pocket before bidding him farewell. All you could do was let your mind wander the whole time you walked home.
When the sun finally nestled behind the mountains for the evening, you were at your wardrobe getting yourself ready. While you were thankful that you didn’t have to redress yourself in all those uncomfortable layers that most all townsfolk had to put up with, you realized that anything simple that you owned was a bit too sheer. You settled on taking one of your nightgowns and some loose fitting pants so that the cold wouldn’t nip at your rear-end before you shrugged on your coat and headed back out. Luckily, it wasn’t dark enough for the monsters to be out. The light of the lamps scattered through town had all been lit fairly recently that would give you enough time to make your way to the caravan.
You wasted no time, choosing to walk briskly to keep the cold from sinking into your bones. Your mind was racing with those thoughts again wondering what The Duke would ask of you tonight. No matter what it was, you vowed to bestow any gift he’d ask for. Such a kind soul deserved that much at least.
The doors of the Emporium were shut when you approached, a sight seldom ever seen. Usually, the shop would stay open well into the night. It seemed that this was a special occasion that was a big enough reason for The Duke to turn away late night shoppers. When you timidly approached the back, the doors immediately swung back open. There was the smiling face you knew so well. You felt yourself smiling back as you were beckoned closer.
“Ah, so you did come after all! I was starting to wonder if you really would take me up on my offer,” the large man chuckled. There was a twinkle in his eyes you couldn’t quite place.
“I promised you, didn’t I? I want to help you with whatever it is you’re thinking of, sir. So… would you please tell me what it is already? My mind’s been twisted up thinking of all the possibilities!”
The Duke grinned at that and extended his hand down to you. You carefully took it and were immediately hoisted right onto his lap. A small gasp escaped you as soon as you felt his body against yours. Sure, you knew that he was quite a big man, but you never anticipated feeling so small when you were this close. Maybe it was the perspective of how you viewed him at ground level. His size easily dwarfed you in comparison.
“Are you familiar with companionship, sweetling?” he cooed, brushing a stray hair from your face.
The warmth of his hand caused you to lean into his touch, wanting more of it. This was the closest you had ever been to The Duke. It felt comforting.
“You mean like a friendship?”
You could feel his belly shake as he laughed at your naivety.
“No, no, my sweet. Being… intimate with someone.”
Oh. Oh.
Your face was scarlet as you looked up at him. His gaze was hungry as he stroked the side of your face lovingly while he waited for a response.
“I’ve never… done that sort of thing, no.”
The Duke seemed surprised at that. One brow quirked upwards as he took a good look at you.
“Never? My, but you’ve been of age for quite a bit now. No suitors chasing after a pretty thing like you? Colour me surprised, my dearest! I would have thought someone would snatch you up quite some time ago.”
His compliments made butterflies in your stomach grow larger and larger. You bashfully glanced back up at him as you held your belly to settle it.
“Um, well, have you, Duke?” you asked, though you felt like you already knew the answer.
A firm hand came to rest on your shoulder to give you a reassuring squeeze that it was alright to ask such things. He simply smiled, eyes crinkled at just how sweet of a little thing you were.
“Why yes, my dear. Many times in my life I’ve sought the companionship of others. Men, women… Those who see themselves as neither - or both.” The man gave another soft laugh before his hand was rubbing gentle circles on your back. “I’ve never sought anyone here in the village for such matters. Most I never really consider. But you, sweet child, I have been rather curious about.”
You? Out of everyone else, he was thinking of you?
“Well, there are far more people here more beautiful than I-”
The Duke frowned at that. He wasn’t fond of you putting yourself down in any capacity.
“It isn’t just your beauty, pet. It’s your curiosity that has me so intrigued. I find myself hopelessly endeared to creatures like you that want a taste of what they’re missing.”
His free hand gingerly rested on your thigh. He didn’t make any sort of move but just kept it there for you to get used to both hands on you.
“I’d like to teach you how to be intimate. That is, of course, if you are interested. If this proposition isn’t for you, I won’t be offended.” That kind smile reassured you that his words were true. “We could simply sit here for a bit instead. I wouldn’t mind just having that.”
But I want you to have everything you want, you thought. Knowing that there was something you could still do for him meant that you wanted to try it. Though, you were quite nervous. What if you weren’t as good as he expected? What if he’d be disappointed with you even trying to please someone like him?
The Duke could see the turmoil on your face and gently turned your gaze back to him. You searched those loving eyes for a moment.
“I… I want to try. But what if I’m not as good as you’d like?”
That caused him to bring you closer to him, one big hand petting you tenderly. Even just resting against him felt wonderful. You’d never felt so close to anyone like this before.
“My dear, I wouldn’t ask you if I was worried. I simply would like to see what you want to try in a situation like that. My satisfaction will come from seeing how I pleasure you, after all.”
There was a fiery hot sensation burning in your belly. Something within you was stirring in a way you had only felt in private.
“I’d like to be intimate with you, Duke. Would you teach me what you know about it?”
That grin of his stretched wider than you had ever seen, the glint in his eyes returning once more. You were carefully picked up and the doors behind you shut.
The inside of the Emporium was rather cramped but decorated with plenty of pillows and blankets, as well as a small couch. You had expected boxes of extra stock or maybe a stray gun or two. But The Duke was perfectly organized even in the small constraints of the shop.
You watched as he took a seat amongst the pillows, the large man leaning back against the cushions to appraise you in the warm lighting of the caravan. Another cigar was already slipped into his fingers, idly sitting between his middle and forefinger just waiting to be lit.
“Now, my dear, undress for me.”
His voice was still just as sweet as ever. You had almost forgotten the act that you were about to perform was lewd - it sounded just like when he told you all those stories about each snowglobe he gifted you.
There was still quite a bit of modesty left in you. Your cheeks burned with a fierce blush that warmed your body. When you moved to peel off your nightgown, he quickly stopped you.
“Ah. Slowly, sweetling. I want to savour the sight of you,” came the rumbling purr from his chest.
You trembled at that request. He… really wanted to see your body like that? You had assumed that this would be a quick fling. Surely he had business to attend to. The Duke was a busy man! Yet here he was spending time with you. It suddenly sank in how important that made you feel in that very moment. So, you indulged him.
Your fingers grabbed the hem of your nightgown once more and you let the fabric slowly pull up and over your body. Now he could see all of your delightful curves and more of your exposed flesh. The Duke wet his lips in anticipation of the show. As you tossed the cloth to the side, you sighed in relief now that the constricting fabric was gone.
The cigar between his fingers was finally lit - you could hear the slow puff before the wave of smoke cascaded around you, hugging your body in lieu of his own hands. A small shiver ran along your spine at the warmth of his breath greeting you. It wasn’t overpowering nor did the smoke make you feel like you were choking. Something about it simply enticed you to want more.
“Turn for me, darling.”
You weren’t sure how to position your feet as you awkwardly obeyed the command. He seemed pleased either way, eyes never leaving your body as you made a complete circle. A small smile tugged at your lips while you searched for any sort of approval from him.
“Lovely! Absolutely splendid, sweetling.” The Duke took another puff and sighed contentedly. “How does it feel being bare for me?”
“It feels… odd,” you answered truthfully. “Not bad per se. I’ve never had someone watch me so thoroughly before. Are you sure I’m doing alright?”
“You’re doing remarkably well, my dear. I know it can take some adjustments when you first start out, but you’re handling my instructions with ease.”
That warm smile of his made your heart soar. You could feel that his words were earnest and not just trying to butter you up. The way his face was so relaxed and interested made you excited that you were already pleasuring him. It was tantalizing to see those eyes stare at you so hungrily.
“The trousers next, darling.”
With a nod, you gripped the waistband of the simple pair of pants you had thrown on before your hips swayed from side to side to shimmy them off yourself. That little motion caused a pleasant noise from your audience. Your eyes flickered back to watch him and you let your hips do the rest. The thin fabric pooled around your ankles in no time, leaving you in nothing but your underwear.
“Exquisite,” he sighed. “Come here, darling.”
The Duke patted his leg and you obediently stepped over to him, kicking aside your pants to join your nightgown on the floor. You scrambled into his lap, pleased to feel even more of his warmth against your nearly naked body. His hands were on you in an instant, one traveling down your front to lightly brush by your navel. You shuddered in response, a moan leaving your lips. His touch was welcomed on your body - you wanted to beg for more.
Just being against him in such an intimate way made your body yearn for him. There had been a handful of times where you found yourself sitting close to someone you adored and, yet, this felt completely different. While you had only a professional relationship with The Duke prior to this engagement, you had to admit that you wondered what it would be like to be with him all those times before. To travel the world alongside such a well-seasoned merchant and be his companion in more ways than one. The scarlet on your cheeks deepened as you finally realized that you had wanted this for much longer - for him to touch you and see you as someone he could dote on and play with.
And that he did. His hands were already moving along your body, slithering like a snake across your abdomen to see how you responded. A shiver ran along your spine and left goosebumps all across your arms. He was barely touching you and yet you were craving more.
“Please,” you softly begged, eyes fluttering open to look up at him.
That cherubic face merely smiled sweetly at you. How could such a cunning man still make you feel so safe and loved in his presence? It amazed you that The Duke could calm anyone down with just a few pleasant words and a bit of placating. You had heard it many times before when the other villagers thought they were getting ripped off. They’d scream their heads off at him until The Duke managed to find the right words to make them still.
“Please what, darling? I won’t know what you want from me until you find the right words.”
Normally, that would feel quite condescending, but that smile was still on his face. The only thing that had changed was that hungry look in his eyes.
“My body feels so hot, Sir. Please, can I have more of your touch…?”
He leaned in, a hair’s breadth away from your ear.
“Where would you like it, my sweet?”
You were too embarrassed to ask. This was so new and all-so confusing to deal with the building pressure of a few scarce touches. So, you grabbed his hand and placed it on your thigh.
“Here, please.”
The desperate look on your face was enough to make him chuckle. You were nearly grinding against his hand as soon as he touched you! It was a welcomed gift for a man like him. Having cute little things melt in the palm of his hands meant that he still had a certain charm about him. The Duke wasn’t cruel when it came to toying with you. No, he’d give you precisely what you needed; a few firm squeezes on those lovely thighs to start off with. Small kisses that peppered along your neck. You mewled in delight at his affection and took it graciously, even leaning into his touches to silently beg for more. He’d simply let out a few breathy laughs before giving you what you needed.
“My, my. Such temptation, sweetling,” Duke cooed into your ear before nipping gingerly at your jawline. “Are you sure you’ve never fooled around before? You already have worked yourself into quite the tizzy.”
Blushing, you shook your head a few times. Of course he knew this but seeing you come undone so quickly was making him rather smug. You liked him playing with you like this. Feeling helpless while waiting for his touches and listening to him tease you simply fueled the fire pooling in your lower half.
“Then I must be the luckiest man in Romania today.”
With a wolfish grin, he slid both hands to your buttocks and gave a firm squeeze. The moan that escaped you echoed through the small caravan - it was like music to his ears. He hoisted you up effortlessly so that your legs dangled over his shoulders, his mouth a mere few centimeters away from your underwear. The simple piece of fabric didn’t bother him in the slightest as he hooked the waistband between his teeth. You let out a yelp of surprise and squirmed at the sensation. Unfazed, he slipped them off of you, sliding it down your legs before he stuffed it into his front pocket.
“I needed a new pocket square,” he teased.
His hands were supporting your back so that you were properly seated on his face now. Completely bare, there was no use hiding yourself from him any longer. Trembling fingers laced through his short blonde hair as you clung to him for dear life. That hunger of his that had wanted a taste of you from the very beginning was finally getting the chance. His tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lips before you felt him place a few kisses along your thighs. He soon trailed down, mouth right against your entrance. Oh, you were trembling for him.
“Beg.”
It was the only command that had sounded more forceful than the others.
“P-please, Duke. Please taste me.” You bit down on your lip harshly to keep from your whorish moans. This was all too much and he knew it.
That clever tongue was inside you in an instant. You felt it slither into your tight hole and your body jerked forward uncontrollably. It felt so strange, yet you wanted even more of it. How could something so naughty feel this heavenly? No wonder Mother Miranda never let the village dwell in lust. Luckily for you, this imp of a man was here to show you what your true purpose in life was: you were nothing more than a desperate little slut for him.
You were mewling and panting like a bitch in heat, fingers nearly clawing at his scalp now. He wasn’t fazed by all your squirming - he had a job to do. So that tongue explored you in every nook and cranny he could shove his way into. Your hole was so lubed up from his saliva alone that he was half-tempted to show you what else could fit inside. But that would be unbecoming of such a gentleman like himself.
“Please!” you cried out. “Please… I can’t take much more-”
You were cut off by another low groan that rumbled in your throat as he hit another sweet spot. The stars that clouded your vision were nearly enough for you to simply pass out from the pleasure. But you remained present, wanting to feel that sweet release that was dangerously close to spilling out.
When his finger joined in, you lost it. It was enough stimulation for you to finally reach climax. He curled it inside of you and watched you come undone while his free hand still held you close to him. Your body lurched forward and you clung to him, shouting his name. When your body was done convulsing, you collapsed back into his firm hand and panted for breath.
“So lovely, little one - you’ve done a wonderful job,” he purred.
You were set down on his belly so that you could properly regain your bearings as his hands rubbed circles against your thighs.
“But we’re not done yet. I have a special task for you when you catch your breath, sweetling. Think you could indulge me?”
A slow nod of your head from just how dazed you were, but the smile on your face spoke volumes. You’d do anything for him. Anything to make him happy!
When you finally regained composure, you shakily sat up. His smile greeted you once more and he reached out to stroke your hair gingerly. It was amusing to him that you were already so eager. Just with a simple orgasm, you had shed any remaining thoughts of purity that had been taught to you since birth. Funny how the snake always won in the end if he found the right tree to slither under…
“What can I do for you, Sir?” your sweet voice danced in his ears.
“It’s nothing too strenuous, my dear. Since this is our first time exploring one another, I simply want to show you what you’ve done to me.” He sat back and smirked. “All those sweet little noises and pleads for me have me rather… at attention.”
Oh!
You bashfully let out a giggle and looked away once you caught on.
“Really? I… did that?”
“Mhm,” he smiled with a nod. “You can see for yourself, sweetling.”
You slid down his belly and landed on your rump at his feet. Even through the blanket he usually draped across his lap, you could see the bulge. You began to wonder what the size of his cock truly looked like for a man of his stature. Blushing, you removed the blanket and saw the zipper of his ill-fitted pants already undone. You figured it was best to slip them off so that he was fully exposed, just as he had you, before you saw what was waiting for you.
He wasn’t kidding when he said it was at attention; his cock was painfully hard and already beaded with precum. Your curious hands moved before you could even ask for permission, fingers steadily wrapped around his shaft. You could feel him shudder at just how eager you were.
“See? This is what you’ve done to me, pet. If you could be a dear and take care of it, I’d be truly grateful.”
He lifted his stomach up so that you could properly see him. All of him.
Instantly, your mouth was at the head of his cock to swipe up that precum. Sweet. That shouldn’t have been surprising given how well he cooked a nutritious meal. You hummed happily and took to showering him with kisses all the way down to his hefty balls. They were nearly as big as your head, your hands slipping down to hold them dwarfed completely in size. You gave a little gasp and your hands instinctively squeezed him.
That finally caused a few moans from the normally well-composed man. You were having quite the way of undoing him as well - it had been so long since he found someone so eager to please him.
“That’s it, darling,” The Duke rumbled out. “Why not give them a kiss with that pretty mouth of yours?”
The compliment made you blush again and your head dipped down to do exactly that. Plenty of kisses for such a hefty sack. You nuzzled against them, the skin coated in a delightful peach fuzz that tickled your face. A small giggle left your lips before you gained a more brilliant idea. Your small, warm mouth came back against them and sucked happily on each ball before you pulled back with a loud pop! from your lips being so suctioned against him.
That was enough to make the cheery facade finally melt into the more dangerous hunger that loomed within. His hand dipped down and pushed you firmly against him once more, keeping you there to suck on him more.
“Little one… it’s so dangerous to be a tease about these things,” he warned. “How easily I could use your sweet little mouth for my own pleasure. I’d be careful of playing games.”
The threat was still laced in that sweet and pleasant voice of his. It made you shudder. You knew Duke was a powerful man - if he was even a man at all. There was always the gossip around town that such a man like him, who could face the Four Lords and live must be more than a man. Still, you knew your place was beneath him, regardless of what he truly was.
“I just wanted to show my love,” you mewled for him, sweet doe eyes batting up at him.
That caused his smile to return, hand stroking your cheek as he finally let you go.
“My, my… To think I thought so naively of your willingness before this.” The Duke let out a laugh and finally lit the cigar that had been waiting for him. “Little did I know I was bringing in a little demon who would tempt me.”
The name sent another shiver along your spine.
“A demon?” You were pouting.
“Oh yes, could be the only explanation for finding such an eager little thing in a holy town,” he teased. “I’m afraid lust isn’t one of those things they teach in the village. So I do wonder where you got it from…”
“Maybe from the mysterious man who comes into town and eyes up everyone he hungers for.”
He laughed at your spitting comeback, tickled pink that you were so playful!
“My, I’ve never heard that mouth of yours slip against your manners! I like that.”
The way he looked fondly at you made your heart flutter. In fact, he was right, you never were so insolent to snap insults at someone before. Something was different around him… You weren’t afraid to speak like you were in the village.
“I think you’re rubbing off on me,” you giggled, hands wrapping around him again to jerk him off. “But shouldn’t that be my job right now?”
“Oooh,” the deep groan rattled the caravan. “My dear, I think I want to keep you… Steal you away from this awful village and make you mine.”
The fire within you burned deeply at that. Your arousal was back in full force, heart fluttering at his words. Maybe if you could satisfy him, he’d make good on that promise.
You worked diligently to pleasure him; both hands around him as your mouth greeted the head of his cock once more. Treasuring the sweet taste, you lapped at him dutifully and sped up your momentum. It seemed to please him greatly at just how well you were doing. Moans were exchanged for the soft comments he had been making earlier and you could sense that he was finally losing his composure. The thought of it made your heart swell with pride.
Eager to please, you decided to try and pop the head into your mouth completely to urge him into orgasm. It was quite the feat - he was a big man in many ways. You could feel your jaw pop slightly when you tried to open it as wide as it would let you. Luckily for you, it was enough to finally take him in your inexperienced mouth. The sensation was heavenly as you heard him gasp. His chubby fingers urged your head still as he took over for you. Duke, not wanting you to overdo it, knew that he might have better control over fucking your mouth. He was cautious, of course, but you were already in heaven at just the first inch sliding down your throat.
You looked up at him with a dazed expression, so happy to be used by him. He tensed at the sight of his new little cock-hungry pet and let himself release into your mouth. Rope after rope of cum shot from the head and you happily gulped it down in your drunken pleasure. The Duke hissed with delight at the fact that he had already gotten you so willing to pleasure him.
“That’s it, my sweet, every drop! Take it and cement your place at my side,” he growled.
When the frenzy eventually stopped, you could feel him gently remove his still-hard cock from you before you were back on his stomach. The Duke was holding you tightly to him, as if afraid to let you go as he stroked your head tenderly. That sweet smile washed over you and made you feel loved once more even as your body was coming down from the high of your first encounter together.
“I think I will keep you, pet,” Duke murmured with love dripping in his voice. “If you’d want me to, that is.”
Sleepily, you nodded and held onto him tightly. Your face was buried against the warmth of his big, beautiful body and you giggled happily.
“Wonderful. I have so many things to show you, my darling. There’s a whole world out there waiting for you…”
“As long as I’m with you, Duke, I’ll be happy,” you promised him. “I...I love you.”
“And I you, my love. Always.” The Duke kissed the top of your head, happy that he could find such a wonderful soul even in a harsh place like this. “My favorite little treasure.”