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Dalamar the Black had been haunted by the idea that he would never, ever be able to use the Animate Fruit scroll that had been given to him at the last Tower New Year�s party. As with so much else in his life, the solution had been inspired by a woman.

While Dalamar himself preferred brunettes, perhaps a result of some childhood aversion to blondes due to growing up in Silvanost, he could certainly appreciate those of the fairer hair. Which was one reason why he found himself at Laurana�s latest party celebrating some treaty or another that she had undoubtedly slept her way into getting signed.

His recent studies had found that many plants which he had previously assumed were vegetables were, in fact, fruit. Tomatoes were one such plant. While animated tomatoes had a certain charm, especially in conjunction with a few judiciously placed enlarge spells, in the end they were only tomatoes. Cucumbers, on the other hand, had potential.

The mayhem resulting from a horde of prize Qualinesti cucumbers uprooting themselves during the middle of the party and assaulting any female guest within rolling distance was amusement enough for Dalamar. He had been somewhat worried that he would be identified as the cause of the unrest when he had fallen off his chair doubled over with laughter. However, the general chaos and shrill screams filling the manor attracted far more attention that anything he could have done. The sight of a maid screaming bloody murder as she tried to fight off a trio of cucumbers with a broom ensured that his amusement went un-noticed.

�Well, this sort of thing generally happens because of sympathetic resonance with a cursed individual,� Dalamar had bluffed when the lady of the manor, covered with cucumber gore and still wielding a green-stained Dragonlance, had approached him for an explanation. �Notice who the cucumbers attacked? I�m guessing someone has cursed a member of your staff,� he laughed at his double entendre. The razor sharp head of the Dragonlance quivered slightly and he coughed and settled his features. �Most likely a male member of your staff has incurred a curse involving his sexual desires. Until the curse is lifted I believe that such incidents will continue to occur.�

�What�s making the cucumbers act so....amorous?� Laurana asked. She stomped hard on a disemboweled cucumber making one last effort to consumate a relationship with her.

�I�m sure that the victim has sexual needs,� Dalamar said, wishing he had skipped the last ten Palanthian Dragon Blasters. He drifted for a moment within the calculations of how close his blood was to becoming fully alcoholic. �He, ah, I�m guessing that if his needs remain unsatisfied then they will boil over and trigger the curse.� He waved his hand at the fruity carnage spread around the manor. �And another incident will occur.�

�Who�s cursed?� Laurana asked shortly.

�Um, ah,� Dalamar said as he waved his hand in the air and tried to remember a spell. He narrowed his eyes in the best approximation of concentration he could manage and pointed at a somewhat greenish man mopping up cucumber guts. �Him, that�s him.�

�Yurtz? He�s the stableboy. Man. Person,� Laurana said. �But I was sure I saw him sneaking off with the Demoray twins before the party. How could his-� she stopped and her mouthed twisted in displeasure. �How could his sexual urges cause this if they are being�sated?�

�Oh, well, obviously his urges are of such a level that they must constantly be quenched,� Dalamar said. �He�s a half hobgoblin, isn�t he? I�m sure that has something to do with it as well.� He glanced at the seed spattered clock in the entryway. �It�s getting late, I should get going. Um, get him a woman and I�m sure you won�t need to worry about this happening again. Got to be going, need to rest up for the All-Tower Table Tennis Invitational tomorrow-�

�Wait,� Laurana said as she blocked his exit with the Dragonlance. �How can the curse be broken? I don�t want this happening the next time I bring Queen Starbreeze here to negotiate a treaty.�

Dalamar resisted the urge to wipe at the sweat beading his forehead. �Ah, well, there is a way to break these curses but�� he trailed off, mind racing furiously. �It involves some things that are better left unsaid.�

�Just tell me,� Laurana said as she leaned close and motioned for him to whisper into her ear.

Laurana reached up and settled her hair over her shoulders, pausing for a moment to appreciate the way her bosom rose as she lifted her arms. Both of her splendid breasts were barely concealed by the lacy white bosom of the bustiere she had retreived from the depths of her closet. She enjoyed wearing it and took a shamefully decadent pleasure in how enticing it made her look.

But Tanis liked it when she dressed up as either a total slut or a total priestess. A leather thong or a neck to ankle habit were the only outfits that really worked for him, a sexual deviancy no doubt caused by that hussy Kitiara. Although he always insisted that she wear her black leather riding boots whether or not they matched the outfit. Laurana was sure that was Kitiara�s fault.

Tanis was not here though and as lady of the estate it was her responsibility to stop the curse. While she would have much preferred sending into town for a few of the talented courtesans there, Laurana knew that news of that would quickly spread. After the incident with those spoiled brats and the rigged fencing match and the ensuing debauchery, she had no desire to spread more rumors about her sexual activities.

But�she hesitated as she spun in front of the mirror, watching as her sheer white silk nightgown flared out, exposing her lace clad body. She did feel so terrible about coupling with anyone other than Tanis. But�she thought again. But he did go on and on about how he would like to see her with other people.

Laurana paused and blushed, watching the flush spread from her cheeks to the creamy flesh of her bosom. Tanis would get so�animated when he talked of trying new things in the bedroom. If she even so much as mentioned the Dragon Army or Neraka he would erupt in a frenzy of lust. She really didn�t know why, nothing had happened in the dungeons. She had been worried, of course. Who knew what dastardly things those terrible servants of evil might have had planned for her nubile and helpless body? Her hand fluttered to her throat as she imagined muscular, enormously endowed draconians bursting into her suite of rooms while waving whips and leering with those long, long tongues�well, perhaps she could understand Tanis� reaction.

Would it really be so terrible if she went to Yurtz and helped the poor demi-human with the curse? She had a duty to her servants, much as she had a duty to the people of Ansalon. Surely Tanis wouldn�t, couldn�t blame her for helping out a person in need? And�perhaps he might even enjoy hearing about it? Yes, she must go to Yurtz. It would be a great sacrifice on her part, she thought primly as she gathered her nightgown and tied its silken sash. But one must make sacrifices.

�I-I need you,� Laurana whispered, her voice husky with embarassment and a mounting and uncomfortable lust. �I need you,� she broke off, her face scarlet as she looked away from the stableboy at the wall of the stable. �I need you, inside me,� she whispered hoarsely. �This is the only way to stop the curse,� she said. �Just,� she halted, her face scarlet, �take me and we can end it.�

The stableboy, Yurtz, stared at the elf princess standing in his stable. She was wearing a diaphanous silk robe that clung to the curves of her body as she wrapped her arms around her waist and bit her lower lip. Through the clinging white silk he could see the white stockings she wore and the matching panties and garter belt. A lacy bustiere cupped her full breasts, barely concealing the nipples straining at the delicate fabric.. He pondered the situation for all of a second and came to a very easy decision.

Laurana tried to control her breathing as she stared at the floor. She was painfully aware of the feel of lace rubbing against her nipples as her breasts rose and fell with each of her deep breaths. She yelped in surprise as Yurtz�s hands went to her waist and pulled her against him.

He was massively erect and she gasped as she saw the bulge in his breeches. He was hung like the horses he tended to and Laurana felt her heart skip a beat as she realized that he would be inside her soon. A thrill went through her at the thought. Tanis was well endowed and she had never thought a complaint about his physical characteristics. But something so huge�she shivered at the thought of it. It was just the thrill of trying something new, she thought to herself. No different than the thrill of being in a town for the first time.

I have to do this, she though to herself. I can�t let the spell continue, people could be hurt. Oh gods, she cried out inside her head as Yurtz pulled her close and pressed his lips against her�s. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue pressed into her�s. His skin, slightly rough from his life spent outdoors rubbed against her delicately soft skin, a sensation so different from the rasp of Tanis� whiskers.

Laurana whimpered as they kissed and Yurtz�s hands slid over her body, sliding the silk robe back so he could caress the smooth skin of her arms and shoulders. She shuddered as one arm wrapped around her waist and the other slid up her stomach to cup and squeeze her breasts. His fingers rubbed her nipples through the lace, making her gasp as her head fell back and she felt her legs spreading involuntarily.

I�m not a whore for wanting this so much, she argued with herself. I don�t want to do this, I must do it. And it�s all a purely physical reaction, like your leg jerking when something hits your knee. She imagined Yurtz�s cock hammered between her thighs and her legs jerking open involuntarily and whimpered at the image.

�Yer dripping already,� Yurtz muttered into her ear as his fingers pressed against the damp silk of her panties. �I always knew yeh wanted me.� Inside his head he was cheering. He knew this day would come, had known from the moment he got this job. This was exactly what happened in all those pervy books he bought at the shady little bookstore in Palanthas� red light district. Godsdamn but he had had his doubts but deep inside he always knew that high born ladies like her ladyship really wanted nothing more than to get fucked by the help.

�Y-yes,� Laurana whimpered as he slid her panties to the side. �A-always.� She cried out as his finger slowly pressed into her and screamed as he slid another finger in beside it. Her hands clutched wildly at his shoulders, her face pressed against his chest as she took deep, shuddering, sobbing breaths. �Gods, gods,� she moaned between kisses planted against the firm muscle of his chest.

Laurana cried out, her forehead against Yurtz�s shoulder as he pressed a third finger deep into her. She went up on her tip toes, her shapely rear pointing away from Yurtz like an arrow as he continued to push his fingers into her. Laurana cried out wildly as she could lift herself no more, every muscle in her legs trembling as Yurtz forced his fingers into her, almost lifting her from the ground.

Wordless cries spilled from Laurana�s mouth as she tilted her head back and looked up at Yurtz�s leering face. His palm was mashed against her throbbing clit, calloused skin sending shudders of delirious pleasure through her core as he slowly lifted and lowered his hand against her.

With a shriek, she pressed her face against his skin, breathing in the masculine scent of him as she came on his thrusting fingers. She felt herself tighten around his fingers in long fluttering spasms that left her gasping for breath, her hand limply resting on the stableboy�s shoulders as he slowly pulled his fingers from her grasp.

Laurana moaned without even being aware of it, her fingers loosely squeezing and rubbing Yurtz�s shoulders. She was such a�a wanton, she thought to herself, shame mixing with the intense afterglow of the hardest orgasm she had felt in months. How could she come so easily on this hobgoblin�s fingers? How could she come so hard�when Tanis�s loving and oh so skilled mouth of fingers didn�t come half as close? How long had it been since she had lost control of herself like this? Almost a year ago, when Tanis had returned from an unusually long diplomatic trip. He had returned and had tied her hands with his belt and taken her right there on the dining room table.

The memory made her shudder and she panted as Yurtz gathered her close to him, one hand slowly kneading her bottom as he tipped her head back with the other. The risk of being seen, being caught looking like some Palanthas harlot, the furious and breath-taking lust which Tanis had quenched with her, that was what had made it so good. The safe lovemaking in their bedroom, the same routine with Tanis pleasuring her with his fingers and mouth then mounting her, perhaps her mounting him. That was pleasant but it was nothing compared to this.

�Fuck me,� Laurana whispered into Yurtz�s ears, shame burning her body from head to toe. She�d make it up to Tanis, she�d tell him and apologize, throw herself on his mercy. Beg him to punish her, punish her over and over, on the dining room table, in the bath, in their bedroom. The image of his glaring face, mouth turned down in disappointment as he undid his belt and slapped it against his palm made her whimper. �Fuck me, Yurtz,� she said.

�How do you want it?� he said with a grin as his hand gripped her chin and forced her face upward. She couldn�t meet his gaze as one hand went to his wrist while the other slowly trailed down the front of his body. �Go on, tell me. I know you want something special.�

Laurana couldn�t speak. She tried to say something, anything. A denial, a plea. But all she could do was pant softly and stare at the demi-human�s chest.

�Well?� Yurtz said, irritation creeping into his voice. �What is it? Too embarassed to say it? Too prissy and highborn to say how yeh want to fuck?� Laurana flushed but remained silent. �I�ll just have to guess,� he said with a sneer. �Up the ass? Want me to fuck yer bum, yer ladyship?�

Laurana shuddered and shook her head violently. Tanis had tried that once with her and she had barely been able to walk the next day. It had been so awkward with Tanis apologizing even as he was trying to force himself into her and she had been on her stomach with her face buried in a pillow while grimacing and trying not to curse him to the Abyss. But maybe if he had been drunk, laughing and grunting in her ear as his hands groped her body as he forced himself into her�if that had happened perhaps it would have been worth the discomfort.

�Heh,� Yurtz said. �Yeah, yer quim�s hungering for some cock. I bet you want to be on yer back with yer ankles around yer ears? Or,� he stopped and squeezed Laurana�s rear hard enough to draw a gasp from her. �Maybe yeh want to be ridden like a filly in heat.� Laurana gasped at the image and realized she did want it. She did want to be on her hands and knees, rear in the air, thighs spread so that the stableboy could mount her like some animal in heat.

�Yes,� she moaned. �Yes, ride me like, like an animal.�

�I�ll be happy to,� Yurtz said as he moved his hands to Laurana�s shoulders and with a hard shove pushed her to her knees. �But first, you do something for me.� Laurana�s eyes widened as he opened his trousers and a massive and hard cock fell out, it�s head bumping against her cheek as she gasped in surprise and a touch of fear.

�Open that noble mouth of yer�s and pleasure me, yer ladyship,� Yurtz said with a wide grin. Laurana drew back for a moment but was stopped by a firm hand on her hair. �Go on, do it,� Yurtz said. �Or I leave you here and you can try fucking the horses while I bugger that pretty new half-elven redhead maid. I like half-elves, all the tight holes of an elf but the tits of a ripe human woman.�

Laurana whimpered and almost pulled back again but she could feel a hunger deep inside her. She wanted to feel that cock inside her mouth and was utterly ashamed of that inescapable fact. On her knees, soaked panties pushed aside from her quim, a man�s cock pressing against her soft, red lips and she realized that she couldn�t, wouldn�t flee.

Yurtz groaned as Laurana slowly parted her lips and moved her head forward. Soft lips surrounded the head of his cock as she moaned and dug her hands into the fabric of his breeches. Both his hands dug into her the silken gold of her hair and he had to resist the urge to grab her head and violently fuck her hot mouth. But he could be considerate at times and as much as the image of her eyes pleading with him as he pushed his cock down her throat and came all over her fine, noble face excited him, he would be content with what he had.

Laurana bobbed her head slowly, her lips moving up and down Yurtz�s cock, her mouth stretched wide to accommodate him. She moaned softly, her face red with shame as she glanced up at him and saw the vile leer on his face. From then on she couldn�t look up at him and she kept her eyes closed and looking off to the side. But no matter what she did, she was horribly, humiliatingly aware of the cock within her mouth and this degrading sex act that she was performing on the stableboy.

Yurtz groaned and Laurana bobbed her head faster, pausing to slide her tongue around the head of his cock before taking it to the very back of her mouth. With a hard thrust he could be deeper within her and the thought alone pushed him near the bursting point. �I�m gonna come,� he rasped as he clutched her head in both hands and grunted with each slow, achingly pleasurable motion of her lips and tongue. �You can take it in yer sweet sucking mouth and swallow like the good little highborn slut. Or I can shoot my seed all over that pretty little face of yer�s.� Laurana shuddered as a wave of shame and disgust rolled through her. Tanis never made her taste his come, always warning her and letting her stroke him to completion with slightly disgusted fingers and a wave of irritation at the seed he shot onto the sheets. �But yer not spitting my seed out, yeh hear me? Yeh do that and I swear to the Dark Queen that I�ll bend yeh over and split yer arse with my cock, I will.�

Laurana almost recoiled at the sudden violence of his statement. She looked up at him and saw the uncontrollable lust rising within him and felt a tingle of fear. Perhaps she had misjudged this act of kindness? Would his curse make him do such terrible things to her? Her body shivered as she imagined herself helpless beneath him, the pain as he buggered her, and the shame.

�I�m spurting now,� Yurtz groaned. �In yer mouth or on yer face, my lady.� Laurana didn�t have more than a split second to think which of two horrible choices she would choose before Yurtz�s cock exploded and his scalding seed jetted into her mouth. She jerked back in surprise, Yurtz�s cock falling free of her lips, sending an arcing spray of his seed onto her lips and cheeks. One of his massive hands held her hair tight while the other jerked his cock furiously, sending more of his seed spraying onto her face as she shut her eyes and tried to twist away.

Sobbing with humiliation, Laurana finally fell free as Yurtz�s hand released her. She shuddered in disgust at the feel of his hot seed plastered across her cheeks and running her lips. She almost spat out the seed in her mouth before she remembered his threat and reluctantly swallowed. She knelt there before him, listening to his ragged breathing, hands held up as she wondered whether to rub the seed off and get it on her hands or leave it be.

�Ahh, prettiest painting I ever done,� Yurtz gasped as he looked down at the horrified elf princess before him. �And they said I�d never be an artist.�

Laurana turned her head in shame. She realized what she must look like, she�d seen courtesans in the Palanthas pleasure pits allowing this act to be done to them. On the one occasion when she had reluctantly accompanied Tanis and several other couples to the decadent Velvet Lash pleasure pit she had seen it happen. The other women had cooed and laughed decadently as they snuggled closer to their husbands, shameless and showing no nobility at all. She had refused to imitate them no matter how rude that might have been. The look on Tanis� face had been disgusting. Raw lust had filled his eyes and when he looked at her she could tell that he wanted nothing more than to do the humiliating act to her.

Anger at the impropriety of it all had made her nearly slap him and storm out of the pleasure pit. Instead she had sat stiffly through the rest of the performances, refusing to talk to him on the carriage ride home, and sniffing curtly at his attempts to seduce her in their bed chamber. But all through that long ride she hadn�t been able to clear her mind of the thought, the vile thought of letting Tanis do that to her. It was disgusting, yet some part of her relished the idea of kneeling before him and letting him claim her in such a way.

Now she had let a filthy half-human do it to her and shame and excitement vied with each other within her heaving chest. It didn�t matter whether she wanted it to happen or not, didn�t matter what she thought. She had had to do it! There was no other way to stop the curse, no other choice. She could have sent the maids out to pleasure the half-hobgoblin, they would have done so eagerly, the harlots. But she was Qualinesti royalty and her blood did not allow her to send others to do a task that she was responsible for. It was her royal obligation to see this through, no matter how disgusting a task it may be.

Then, her mind full of fresh resolve, she was being spun about and pushed to her hands and knees in the hay of the stable. Her ass rose in the air as she bent forward, her silken hair falling about her shoulders as she crouched there and looked hesitantly behind at Yurtz. He was kneeling behind her, his cock amazingly hard even now. She turned away and bit her lip as he plucked at her sodden panties and casually tore them from her body. She could hear him sniffing deeply and the eternal blush that this entire episode had brought on turned a deeper red. �Yeh smell sweet, just like royalty should, my lady,� Yurtz said as Laurana began to whimper in anticipation.

Would he be gentle? Would he slowly enter her, drawing out the act, making her beg him to fill her? Or would he be rough, thrusting himself into her, taking her by force and using her as he saw fit? Laurana�s mind whirled as possibilities flew through her fevered imagination. She couldn�t decide which possibility she dreaded and desired most.

The elven princess cried out wildly, face burning with shame as she was mounted from behind. Yurtz�s hand curled in her long, golden hair, holding it like reins as his other hand gripped her waist like a vise. His hands slid up her sides, pressing the silk of her bustiere against her burning skin. She felt him grab the top of the silken lingerie and, with a grunt from him and a gasp of shock from her, he tore the garment in half.

�Yeh need to be broken in, learn your place,� Yurtz grunted as he pressed himself into her as he dropped the ruined garment onto the hay beside them. He went slowly, Laurana�s quim was too tight for anything else. Slowly, ever so slowly, he rammed himself an inch deeper at a time, sweat beading on his forehead from the pleasure and the effort. �That�s what yeh like, isn�t it, my lady?�

�Yes, break me, teach me,� moaned Laurana as she curled her fingers in the hay beneath her. �Tame me,� she gasped and whimpered. Her face was flushed with lust already but she could still feel the burning heat of shame as she continued to speak. It was as if she had been possessed, taken over by some succubus from the Abyss. �Ride me, ride me hard,� she whimpered as Yurtz gave another massive thrust. She squeaked as he pulled her back and thrust again, his cock filling her to the limits. �Oh gods,� she whimpered again as he tugged on her hair and leaned forward to kiss her.

Laurana gasped and cried out with each pounding thrust as she was ridden from behind. Her breasts bounced, their lovely shapes freed from the constraints of her bustier, as her body rocked back and forth, totally under the control of the man mounting her. He would tug on her hair and pull back on her waist, driving her deeper onto his cock as she whimpered and tried to maintain some semblance of dignity in this humiliating act. A futile attempt she realized with a gasping sob. She was being mounted like an animal, like she had imagined.

How would she appear to someone, a maid, Tanis, if they walked into the stable? What would they think, hearing her whimpering gasps and high cries of pleasure? What would they think seeing her being mounted by the half-hobgoblin, his seed still dripping down her sweat gleaming face? Would they realize that she did this not for herself, not for carnal desire, but out of duty? She had no choice, no choice at all, this entire debauched night was out of her control.

Laurana could hear him grunting as he thrust, a harsh counterpoint to her high wails and cries of shameful, humiliating pleasure. She was moaning, �Ride me, ride me,� to the time of his thrusts. Each thrust sent an overpowering wave of pleasure through her and she sobbed in shame as she realized that she didn�t want him to stop. �D-don�t stop, don�t, never,� she cried out, hands clutching at the straw beneath her as she hunched her back to push against Yurtz�s thrusts.

Laurana cried out as Yurtz slapped her bottom and increased the speed of his thrusts. �Faster, my filly, faster,� he grunted as he let go of her hair, her head fallling forward onto her arms. �Faster, my lady!� he yelled as both hands went to her waist, driving her onto his thrusts with enough force to drive the air from her lungs. �Yes, take my cock, my royal princess, take it all!�

Laurana gasped and writhed beneath Yurtz as he bent over her, their flesh slapping together and sweat rolling down her flushed golden skin. Cries of raw, animal pleasure escaped her crimson lips as she looked over her shoulder at the man mounting her and saw the pure lust in his eyes. With a cry of mixed despair and pleasure, Laurana came again, her back bowing as she thrust back onto the cock within her. Yurtz�s hands were moving all over her now, squeezing and pinching, caressing and groping. She felt him cup her breasts, squeezing hard enough to make her cry out again as he maniacally pumped into her. With a roar that made her head spin, Yurtz gave a final thrust into her and poured his seed into her.

Laurana cried out again as she felt another climax, her arms reaching back as Yurtz collapsed onto her, forcing her onto the hay. Pieces of straw tickled and scratched her skin as she writhed beneath the half-hobgoblin as he continued to thrust into her. With a final moan she clutched at the straw, her toes curling as she went limp beneath him.

She couldn�t move, couldn�t speak, couldn�t do anything but lie limp and gasp for breath. She felt Yurtz pull out of her with a dizzying thrill and her vision swam as she felt her last orgasm still sweeping through her exhausted and thoroughly used body. Her legs were splayed wide, her quim exposed to the entire world and she could not do a thing about it. She could feel his seed running down her thighs and with a shudder and sob she realized that Yurtz was standing over her, enjoying the visible signs of his conquest.

�A finer ride I�ve never had,� Yurtz panted. Laurana moaned incoherently and managed to shift slightly. Her fine silk stockings were stained with their combined juices and sweat glistened on her bare skin. Stumbling slightly, Yurtz picked up her nightgown and draped it over her body. Slowly, haltingly Laurana managed to rise to her feet and wrap the gown around her. With a final slow grope her taut bottom and luscious breasts, Yurtz guided her out of the stable towards the path to the manor.

Wobbling and having to lean against a tree or bench for support several times, Laurana managed to make it back to the manor. She had almost reached the safety of her bed chamber when one of the maids appeared from around a corner and froze in shock at seeing her out so late.

�My lady, is something wrong?� the maid said, the new one, the redhead, squinting in the darkness. With a sigh of relief Laurana realized that it was too dark in the post-midnight halls of the manor for the maid to see more than her shape.

�I just needed a walk to clear my head, I fear I may be succumbing to an illness after the events at the party,� Laurana said in a husky whisper. �Do not wake me tomorrow, I may stay in bed all day.� I don�t think I�ll be able to walk straight for a day at least, Laurana thought to herself.

�Yes, my lady, of course,� the maid said. �Is there anything else you need?�

�No, no, I�m fine, I�ll just head to bed,� Laurana said as she moved to her bed chamber door and opened it. She prayed to all the gods above that the maid couldn�t smell the stench of sex on her and prayed again in thanks as the door closed behind her. As she fell into bed and was on the brink of unconsciousness she realized that she still hadn�t cleaned Yurtz�s seed from her face. Could the maid have seen- no, no, it was far too dark. Too dark for a human to see, yes, Laurana thought as she drifted off.

Several weeks later Dalamar received the first shipment of royalties on the hottest new sensation sweeping the illicit underground pleasure pits of Palanthas. A spur of the moment decision to leave a Draconic Vision Device in the rafters of Laurana�s stable had enabled him to capture the entire tryst between Laurana and her inhuman employee.

While there were many complaints about the fixed angle and lack of close-ups of the Laurana lookalike in the magical recording device, demand for anything involving the Lady Laurana the Golden General was high enough to make copies of the Draconic Vision Device fly off the shelves. Sales were high enough to knock the perennial favorite, Laurana and the Giant Bull People, from its place as the number one best seller. However, Dalamar Teaches Stripping rose to third, finally out-selling Kitiara�s Sex Tips: So Hot Even the Dead Will Pay Attention to You.


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