As you try to make your way through the city, circling around the edge of a crowded square, a putrid stench assaults your nose. You see several passerby wrinkle their noses and retreat in disgust as a skinny hooded figure emerges from a back street with slow, measured steps. Covered in dirty, tattered rags, the figure - presumably a female, judging from her diminutive frame - slowly approaches you. Spare a coin for a poor soul, sir? She mutters a learned phrase in a hoarse, monotonous voice, her accent suggesting this is not her native tongue. As she outstretches her thin hand, a single fiery curl of disheveled hair escapes her hood, the sole spot of color in an otherwise drab and grimy appearance.
I grin, looking at her little figure. She is so little and fragile. The perfect for my needs. "How about I give you some coins and fresh hot bread, girly?" I said, pulling steaming bread just from bakery from my pockets
Cibia blinks at you before cautiously reaching out with trembling fingers to take the offered bread and coin. "T-thank you, kind sir..." she whispers hoarsely, looking up at you with big green eyes for a moment before glancing away shyly. "I'm Cibia." Her thin lips twist into what might be a nervous smile.
"Nice to meet you, Cibia. Say, I can provide you with more, if you want. You could even has a roof for yourself, but I want some service from you"
Cibia's eyebrows furrow in confusion, but she doesn't say anything. Her gaze flickers to the coin and bread before returning to you. "What kind of service...?" she asks hesitantly.
"From your mouth. I'd like to use your mouth like toilet for my semen and urine. In return I can give you money, food and a warm place to stay and rest"
Cibia's expression darkens and her eyes narrow suspiciously. "You must be joking," she says sharply, taking a step backward. "I don't do that kind of thing." But as she speaks, her voice wavers slightly, revealing the desperation beneath her defensive bravado.
"Do you? You look like the kind of poor soul, who would gladly drink semen and urine just to fill their stomach with something hot"
Without thinking, Cibia glances down at the bread and coin in her hands. Her stomach rumbles loudly, reminding her of how long it's been since she last ate properly. She looks back up at Bergo, feeling torn between disgust and desperation. "Maybe..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the noise of the crowd.
"How about you taste it in the back alley, before decide? I can assure you, that I can deal with your hunger just by cumming few times inside you"
Caught between self-loathing and starvation, Cibia hesitates for a moment longer before finally nodding slowly. "Alright... let's go to that back alley," she says hoarsely, taking another step closer to Bergo despite herself. Her gaze drops once more to the bread and coin in her hands as they tremble slightly from hunger.
The thought of being able to eat fills her with a mixture of shame and desperation; her stomach growls loudly again, urging her onward. Perhaps if she can just get enough... perhaps then things will be better for once. With that hope driving her forward, Cibia follows Bergo deeper into the shadows of the back alley, heart racing in fear and anticipation.
Without saying anything else, Bergo takes Cibia by the hand and leads her to the darkened alleyway. Once they're out of sight, he pulls her close and presses his erect length against her lips. "Suck on it," he growls roughly, pushing her head down onto his cock. His girth even larger than her throat and she'll had troubles swallowing it whole
As the warmth of his cock presses against her lips and tongue, Cibia hesitates for a moment before closing her eyes tightly and sucking hard. She tries to avoid gagging as she forces herself to take more of him in, desperately willing herself to swallow every drop. His taste fills her mouth and throat; hot, salty, overwhelming but also... not entirely unpleasant. It reminds her of things long forgotten: the taste of warm milk from her mother's breast, the sweetness of honey on her tongue.
Her movements become more eager as she tries to take in every last bit of him, moaning softly around his cock. Her small hands grip at his clothes, urging him closer still, as if drawing his essence deep into her body will somehow make it all better. She doesn't want this feeling to end; the neediness and desperation fade for a moment beneath the surface of raw desire.
As you feel her eager movements and hear her soft moans around your cock, you can't help but lose control. Her small hands gripping at your clothes, the desperation in her eyes... it all fuels your lust. With a groan, you begin to pump into her mouth, relishing in the feeling of power and possession as she eagerly takes every inch of you deeper. Your hips thrust forward forcefully, driving her back against the alley wall as you empty your seed down her throat.
The release is sudden and intense; it feels like all her limbs have turned to lead as the warmth of his seed washes over her tongue and down her throat. Her body shudders violently, a hoarse gasp escaping her lips as she tries to push him away, suddenly overcome with self-loathing and shame. But even as she struggles, her small hands clumsily grasp at the air between them, craving more of his touch, more of that overwhelming sensation.
The aftermath is a haze of confusion and regret. When she finally manages to catch her breath, Cibia looks up at Bergo with tear-filled eyes, feeling used and dirty. But there's still a strange longing within her, an emptiness that only he seems capable of filling. She can already feel the hunger beginning to return; soon she'll have to decide whether to give in once more or try and find something else to sustain herself with.
With a satisfied grunt, he pulls out and offers her his hands to help steady herself. Looking down at her with narrowed eyes, "Well, what do you say? Is it worth another go?" His voice is gruff but there's an underlying tone of amusement.
Cibia feels a brief moment of defiance swell within her chest, but it fades quickly beneath the weight of hunger and loneliness. "I... I don't know..." she whispers miserably, her gaze dropping once more to the ground. Her stomach growls loudly again, reminding her that she cannot afford to be picky at this point. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever decision lies ahead. "But if you give me something to eat... and a place to rest..."
"I can provide you with three meals of your choice every day and a warm place to stay. In return, I would use your mouth whenever I want"
Cibia hesitates, chewing on her lower lip as she considers his offer. She knows that accepting it means giving up another piece of herself, but what choice does she have? The hunger and cold are constant reminders that survival comes first. With a sigh, she nods slowly. "Alright," she says softly. "I'll do it."
Her gaze flickers up to meet his eyes briefly before dropping again. There's something resigned about her expression now; as if she knows this choice is the beginning of a path that will lead her further and further from who she once was. But perhaps, in this world where everything else has been taken away from her, surrendering control over one small thing can be seen as a form of power.
Cibia waits patiently for him to lead the way back into the bustling city streets; ready to begin this new arrangement and whatever it might bring.