The Libidomancer: The New Client
A raunchy fantasy erotica series. A new client's request sparks an adventure.
Episode II: The New Client
Lydrana finally let out her deep breath as she slowly pulled her softening penis out of Ephyas's ass. She began to crawl off of the end of the bed as she said, “Oh, Ephyas, you are such a great bottom, and you have such a great bottom.” She then spanked Ephyas with enough force to leave a light handprint.
Ephyas let out a short gasp before giggling and pulling up his pants. He quickly got up and pranced over to a bucket in the corner, pulled his pants back down, and then squatted over the bucket to poop out the large load of cum Lydrana had deposited.
Lydrana's powers cause her to ejaculate several pints of semen each time she orgasms, and this time, it felt like gallons to her. She had been a bit depressed the past two weeks, and hardly had pleasured herself in any way. This load had been pent up for almost a week.
She went to her basin and washed up. As she toweled off she looked and smirked at the silly grimace on his face. “So, about this new client. That is why you're here isn't it?”
Ephyas let out a slight grunt, still pushing out cum, before responding. “Well, this is a tricky one. You might want to sit down for this one.”
Lydrana raised an eyebrow and paused drying off her crotch for a moment. “It can't be any worse than Old Man Dithers. I mean, that guy was a real nutter, and his dick was so crooked. Like a right angle.” She said this while folding her hand in a right angle for emphasis.
Ephyas giggled, not only from remembering, but also at the disgusted look on her face. “Yeah, he could pee around a corner,” he said with a laugh before getting serious again, “But, seriously, I'm not so sure you're going to like this one.”
Her face suddenly changed to a concerned look. She cocked her head slightly before asking, “It's that serious, huh?”
Ephyas grunted one last time, pushing the last bit out. He muttered some words to a cantrip that quickly cleaned his bottom before standing and pulling his pants back up. “I'm afraid this one will require some deliberation.”
“Hmh. I'm going to get dressed, so go ahead and get started.”
Ephyas waved his finger around in a few small circles and Lydrana was immediately dressed, including her special garments.
Lydrana let out a startled gasp. “Ugh, I hate when you do that.” She looked at the dress. “I wore this one just the other day.”
“Yeah, well, I doubt anyone saw it, and besides, we really don't have that kind of time.”
Lydrana's brow wrinkled more deeply in confusion. “What do you mean? You can just teleport us where we need to go.”
“Not this time, Lyd. The client is on Banished Isle.” The continent of Vrea is really three different lands. Two large rivers divide it near the middle, leaving a rather large and long island in between. Back when the elves and humans warred often, this island became part of a treatice. A place where refugees and outcasts could go to get away from the war. It was magically sealed to not allow magic within its confines. A veil that still exists to this day.
“Are they in trouble with the law or something?” she asked while taking a seat on the edge of her bed. She grabbed her brush from her nightstand and began to brush her long, dark curls.
“I would say yes, but it's not that simple.”
“Damn the Gods, Ephyas, just give me the details.”
Ephyas cringed at her blasphemy. “Alright, alright,” he said impatiently while grabbing the dossier and taking a seat next to her on the bed. “Okay, so, the man's name is Herrig Grush—“
Lydrana stopped brushing and scoffed. “What a terrible name. Who would name their son such a thing?”
“It's because he's an orc.”
Lydrana stopped her brushing again and shot Ephyas a terrified look. “What on Tyrth is an orc doing on Vrea?”
“Prepare yourself, 'cause this is where it gets really interesting. He claims that he is the reincarnation of King Silverleaf.” King Geldenfyr Silverleaf was the previous ruler of the elven kingdom. His mysterious assassination is what brought a halt to the warring. Without his leadership, the elven factions began to war amongst themselves. Without an heir to the throne, his multi-millennial lineage came to a sudden halt.
Lydrana never continued to brush her hair again, letting that hand fall to the bed. “That's quite a bold claim. What makes him so sure?”
“Well, he also claims that he is turning into an elf.”
The confusion on Lydrana's face remained, but this information was a lot more incredulous. “What, is he cursed? Or... maybe that's more of a blessing,” she said with a short laugh.
Ephyas giggled a high-pitched laugh. “You can only get prettier if you start out as an orc.” He laughed a bit harder, rolling back a little on the bed.
Lydrana wanted to laugh harder, but her curiosity was now very piqued. “So, what does he want with my services?”
Ephyas straightened back up and cleared his throat, looking down at the scroll in his hands. He let out a sigh and Lydrana didn't like this sudden seriousness. “He wants you to bear his child.” Ephyas avoided looking at her until the very end, cringing in paranoia at her expected reaction.
“He wants what?!”
“In his letter, he states that he needs to prove what he claims to be true, and that, having a child will do just that. He says that, he knows that you've been touched by a God, and that, that will help to protect the purity of the child. If he's correct, then the child should be a full-blooded elf.”
Lydrana's gaze trailed off and blurred a little. Most clients just want to have a chance at having another child, or just to have one in the first place, but this was a big ask. Lydrana had often dreamed about having children, but now, now she doesn't even think about finding a mate to marry, let alone with which to have a child. Not only that, but he somehow knows about her secret.
“Look, Lyd, I know this is a lot to process, but he's offering a lot of money and his land that he owns on Banished Isle. This says it's roughly eighty acres and he has an entire homestead there. Even still, it's a lot to ask of you, and I totally get it if you turn it down.” He grabbed her hand in reassurance.
Lydrana gave him a quick sympathetic smirk and grasped his hand back. “How does he know about me?”
“I don't know. He doesn't explain that in the letter. He just says that he wants us to stay there during the pregnancy, and, I hate to rush you, but your decision needs to be made before midday.”
Lydrana sighed and flopped back onto the bed. “What a burden this Blessing is. Why is he in such a rush?”
“I'm not sure. I'm sorry, darling, but if we're to reach him by the allotted time, then we'll need to leave soon. I could pack a bag for you.”
“So, you think I should do it then?”
“No, I didn't say that, and I don't want to be the reason you regret it either.”
Lydrana smirked at him and patted his hand with her free hand before sitting up and facing him. She looked down at their hands and then back up to his concerned face. “I guess... I at least want to meet him first. I'm definitely intrigued by the situation, but I want to know more before I make a decision.”
“Absolutely. Let's get you packed.”