Herald of Steel



As Alexander left Mikaya and the others, he still could not warp his head around the prices Mikaya had quoted, particularly the combined one.

'2,000 ropals for one night with the three of them'.

That was ridiculous.

And all that those three needed to do was spread their legs a bit.

'I wish I was a girl,' Alexander hence could not help but half mutter.

For context, a peasant earned less than 2,000 ropals a year, and if that was to be converted to the modern time, one night would set someone back 70,000 dollars if he lived in the states, the median salary there.

It was an eye-watering price fit for only kings.

But judging from Mikaya's tone, they seemed to have no shortage of clients.

In fact they might even have too many.

Though if one thought about it, it was quite understandable.

Given how beautiful the three were, especially Mikaya, Alexander felt that if had the money and their circumstances were different, he would have also booked a night with this succubus or if possible all three succubi.

They were that charming.

And it was not all like these men were cheated out of their experience.

No, in fact they were very well entertained, very well indeed.

Neither Alexander nor OP knew what went on in Mikaya's personal room when she had these sessions.

Because frankly, the two were not at all interested in knowing all the things the men did to the three.

As long as the men did not hurt anyone, both Alexander and OP did not care what happened to Mikaya or her two sisters in crime 

That was also why Alexander was unable to understand the allure the trio possessed.

The kind of experience the three gave to their clients was mind-bendingly out of this world and almost addicting.

Mikaya's private room had all the toys she could have asked for and she made sure to use all of them to entertain the men who paid as much as their month's salary to get this opportunity even when they split the cost by coming in a group.

So it was really not as easy as just spreading the leg as Alexander was making it up to be.

And the three were made to go through almost every depraved a man could think of as the men used them.

Other than the usual things one could expect in an orgy such, as group fellatios, simultaneous multiple penetrations in all types of positions, and being touched, groped, and squeezed all the body, they were also played with using all the toys.

For instance, Mikaya might be made to sit on the wooden horse, wriggling in discomfort as the guys teased her, sucking, pinching, and pulling her cheery buds.

Sometimes they even gagged and then hit her with a crop leaving red lashes on her fair skin as the edge dug into her vulnerable flower, making her groan in pain and pleasure.

In one of the sessions, the guys even got Nafia to sit facing her, and then used two nipple clamps to attach each other's nipples together, keeping it taut so that when one wiggled, the other moaned in pain at her nipple getting stretched.

The men had a good laugh seeing the two try and pull the other towards each other to lessen her own pain, while the men constantly teased them by things like tickling them to prevent that.

There were of course numerous more examples of such, like being blindfolded to guess the cock, by either the above or lower mouth, being tied up in all types of postures such as having the hands and feet bound, thus being at the men's mercy, being stacked up atop one another to make a tower, and many, many more.

The things that these men got to experience in the few hours they were with the three was something they would have never even dreamt of doing with even a whore, forget their wives.

It was a once-in-a-lifetime unforgettable experience.

And most men would find themselves completely drained by the end.

So if one thought of Mikaya's service like that and not a regular occurrence, well then her prices were really not too outrageous.

When Alexander was about to just leave after finishing his meet and greet with Mikaya when she tempted him to stay a bit longer, saying, 

"Ahh, Alex, you came from so far away. I can't let you leave empty-handed! Stay! At least let me take care of that tent of yours," as she then opened her mouth and swirled her tongue, "It's all clean and unused here, see…ahhhhh."

And Mikaya was right in claiming that.

But Alexander felt even though he could not see it, having another man have the same girl he was being with was too big a hurdle to overcome.

"Perhaps another time. Have a good time." So he quickly made his exit saying this, but not before clearly hearing Mikaya send the word "Prude!" towards his way.

Something which Alexander let in through one ear and threw out the other.

Instead, when he rejoined with his guards in the back room, he was more intrigued to see that the two he had sent to fetch the man had not returned yet.

Alexander was sure they should have been back by now.

After all, how long did it take to catch up to an unarmed man and ask him to follow them,

So he asked around for confirmation.

But Hemicus shook his head.

This was definitely strange.

"Did they get drunk along the way? Or did they get bored of waiting for me and go to have a bit of fun?" So Alexander humorously chuckled.

Although the two were late, Alexander did not freak out, for these were well-armed and well-trained.

The thought they could be in danger never even crossed Alexander's mind.

At best he thought they might have gotten lost given the darkness outside.

Whereas these men were currently really in a spot of hot water.

They had followed the man just as Alexander had instructed, but the man moved too quickly for them to easily catch up.

They were hampered by the fact that given the night, their visibility was low and furthermore, this shabby man seemed to know the city like the back of his hand and kept being able to dodge them.

'Where is he going?' The bodyguards were puzzled.

Until finally, the man stopped.

Because the man seemed to have arrived at this destination- an inn.

'*Knock*, *Knock* Finally I made it,' He said to himself knocking on the now-closed establishment, while wiping the sweat off his brow

He would have never expected to run into a noble in such a place.

'But fortunately, the man did not seem to have taken my crude talk as an offense,' The shabby man then said relived, unaware that he had been followed.

This was because the man had subconsciously expected Alexander to follow him, and kept looking out for him, missing the two inconspicuous bodyguards silently trailing him.

And as for why he had taken such a winding route, well that was the precautions he liked to take due to his job.

One could never be too careful after all.

But though this was usually a foolproof method, the man in his panic had been too lax during the escape and allowed the two bodyguards to still keep track of him.

"What a waste of time," 

And having finally caught up, one of the bodyguards grumbled as he went to bang on the light wooden door to the now-closed establishment.

"*Bang*, *Bang*, hey buddy open up. We want to talk to you!" He loudly called out.

But instead of getting the usual response of the door opening or even a reply from the other side, his ears only picked up hurried footsteps and seemingly panicked shouts.

He could not make out exactly what they were saying, but it seemed it was some kind of orders going about in hushed whispers.

"*Bang*, *Bang*, hey! Open up!" And seeing this dealy, the man knocked again, this time much more forceful.

*Creaaaakkkk*

And finally, there was an answer, as an old man peeping through the gap in the door.

"What do you want at this hour? We do not have any alms, go away!" He gruffly said in an annoyed voice, his eyes expressing disgust at the two.

"What! Fuck off! Let us in old motherfucker!" 

And seeing this skeleton of a nobody treat them, people who served right next to the city lord as beggars very much ticked off the bodyguard, as he shouted excitedly.

*Bang!*

While his colleague was much more hot-tempered and directly kicked the door open, the flimsy door not standing a ghost of a chance facing the strike from such a strong man, as it swung open, sending the old, considerably weaker old man flying.

"What! What happened!" And as the door crashed open, panicked shouts quickly began to ring out all over the inn.

"Shoot! Shoot them!"

And at that order, *Twang!*

Suddenly a crossbow bolt hit one of the bodyguards squarely on the chest.

"Urgghhhh," And the strike sent the man reeling back a few steps, as the bolt poured all its momentum into him, before sticking itself deeply into him.

But there was no blood.

The cuirass, chainmail, and thorax combination had saved the man.

It was apparent that what they had discovered was no innocent, ordinary inn, but seeingly a hideout for a group or gang.

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