Herald of Steel

Lucius, being thwarted on both his preferences felt a bit down, but still not out.

Instead, deciding that the third time was the charm, the man thus put on a flirty smile and charmingly asked, "Then how about you pretty ladies? Are any one of you free?"

The two sisters instantly produced a trace of disdain in their eyes upon hearing this.

It was not the first time a customer had tried to flirt with them, but it was rare.

And every time they gave the same woody response, "No. We are not one of the merchandise here," very conspicuously leaving the 'sir' in their reply.

Luckily for them, Lucius was smart enough to get the hint.

Thus he at last made his choice.

"The… then I would like a girl with a thick bush."

Lucius still remembered that noble lady he had taken, and to him, her most attractive feature was her dense, raven bush down there.

In Tibias, married women were never allowed to shave their hair down there, only trim it.

And Lucius found the extra garment very sexy.

"Hmmmm… It is quite out of style at the moment, but two girls do have it. Let us see if they are available," In reply to Lucius's demand, the receptionist traced her chin a bit while signaling to her sister.

And so the blue dressed girl quickly flipped through a ledger, her dainty hands sliding tantalizingly along a list of names, her eyes following along, until all of a sudden it stopped.

"Luck favors you, sir. One of them is available." Lucius heard the other's sister's sweet, chirpy voice for the first time, sounding very happy for him.

And she was instantly joined by her sister.

"Great! Please wait in private booth number 8 while I prepare the girls. It will just be a moment." The red gowned girl gestured the brothers towards them towards one of the many open vacant waiting rooms, before quickly turning on her heel, and disappearing into a room hidden by curtains behind her.

While Lucius and Marcus swiftly followed as they were instructed, making their way into the designated room that was furnished with a soft leathery couch and a table emitting incense burning.

A small lamp hung above it coloring the place with a soft, sensual glow, and as the two brothers sat down, drawing in the black curtains to shield themselves from prying eyes, every part of their body was suddenly gripped by an unquenchable throbbing desire, as slight beads of sweat began to roll down their bodies beneath their tunics in excitement.

Given the atmosphere, both men could not help but form various images of what was surely to come.

The brothers fortunately did not have to wait long, as the receptionist girl quickly reappeared, but this time with an additional escort- a girl in her mid twenties, tall and dressed in full sleeve clothing.

"Please follow her, sir. She will guide you to the ready girls. They are on the second floor." The red gowned then relayed so with a smile, and then with a light bow she was away.

While the two brothers followed the other girl excitedly, passing the brightly lit corridor leading up to the second floor.

As soon as they stepped there, suddenly, their ears caught the low, humming grunts and moans of various patrons echoing from the rooms, coming through to them even though the music playing in the lobby worked to drown out much of those salacious sounds.

The novice Marcus's ears swiftly turned red hearing it.

And it became even redder as they went through the leading corridor, as even though most of the doors to the private rooms were closed, a few were open.

Thus Marcus could see some of the nude patrons and their women in the act illuminated by the faint light of the oil lamps.

There was a small man on the bed pounding a very curvaceous woman who was on her knee. The man's eyes were lidded over in immense pleasure and were letting out loud grunts while he moved his hips like a jackhammer, making loud, slapping noise.

In response to these attacks, the working woman only made lustful mewls, ones which seemed to only reinvigorate the man to drive even faster, moving his hands from her hips to her large breasts.

And then a few rooms ahead there was something even more brazen.

There the door was fully ajar and a particularly large, black man could seen with a much smaller, petite woman with chestnut hair on his lap.

She was straddling him while facing the door, hands behind her head while her legs spread open thus letting Marcus clearly see how that large organ was stretching her small, totally shaved cunt.

The black spear was so large that Marcus could see a small bulge forming on the girl's stomach every time the man thrusted, making it seem almost miraculous to the boy that such a tiny girl would take such a big organ.

And the girl seemed to love every second of it as she howled with manic abandon every second, "Arghh! Yes, master. Pound me more! Pinch my small nipples too! I love that."

Marcus almost felt light-headed seeing this as all his blood rushed down below, and felt his eyes being almost glued to the scene.

This gaze was so scalding that it was even noticed by the petite girl who then teased,

Marcus furiously blushed at being pointed out, while his undergarment felt even tighter than before, and he became rooted on the spot in shame.

He did not know what to do.

"Ignore them. Some of the patrons here have an exhibitionist fetish. Do not take them seriously." It was only after this statement from the escorting woman that Marcus managed to extract himself, and for the rest of the walk kept his head down, locking his eyes to the ground.ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoᴠᴇFɪre.nᴇt

His elder brother sniggered at this.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Marcus, the escorting girl finally brought them to the last room at the end of the corridor, and turning to both of them, elegantly gestured, "Here we are sirs. Please enter."

It was quite a large room with a large couch in the center of the room and a coffee table that had a pot of mild, soothing, incense burning.

The walls were adorned with faded frescos of figures in various stages of partnership and pleasure, while the large windows had their shades drawn.

But the best brothers had little time to care for those.

For their eyes were solely focused on the two king sized beds on either side of the room, as they were occupied by their partners for the night.

Marcus stared at the woman on the left. She was sprawled comfortably on her back, head resting against a fluffy pillow.

She had jet black hair tied in a pony tail with a bright red ribbon and her skin so pale it must have never seen the sun. Her young body was beautifully plump in an hourglass shape with tits that just threatened to spill over.

She had her very thick thighs and as she felt Marcus's gaze, the girl let out a charming smile before starting to approach them.

While Lucius turned his head to the right and saw a girl in a similar posture.

She was very tanned, but also very short, however with large breasts and ass comparable to her much large counterpart.

The short-stacked girl had cute freckles on her face and upon noticing Lucius's gaze, she very sensually lifted one of her legs into the air, thus letting her dark bush reveal itself, before too starting to make herself over.

While the woman escorting her two brothers introduced, "The one to the left is Fayana. The one to the right in Aaria. They each cost 20 ropals and will stay with you until you cannot cum anymore. If you choose a single room, the total will be 50 ropals. Separate rooms will be 60. What would you like sirs?"

Marcus almost jumped in fear hearing the reported prices. This was one-third of what a peasant earned in a month.

Gone in just a few hours!

Even Lucius was a bit astounded. He knew the rates but it still stung.

For a moment, he even wished to ask if there was any discount for returning war veterans.

"Single room please." Thus, Lucius did not have any qualms about sharing a room with his brother.

After all, the quarters were large enough, and besides, his four brothers had shared a noble lady during the war, so what was a bit of seeing now?

"Great! Then enjoy yourselves. You can pay later." The answer caused the escorting lady to let a light smile, and an instant later was she out of the room, closing the door behind her as she vacated herself.

And with her gone, the two brothers were free to focus on the two girls slowly approaching them.

Marcus's date Fayana's skin was sensuously oiled and slick while his brother's short stack's unruly bush was matted down

And once the girls silently gestured for each of the respective man to join her corner, they quickly made their way, totally forgetting about each other.