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"Oh fuck, harder." Talitha muffled moans seeped through the wooden door. Almost an hour had passed since Talitha boldly led Aldo into the back room. Jonathan had taken the time to savour the sounds that emanated from behind the door. Jonathan thought it remarkable how long the middle-aged shopkeeper was lasting, by the sounds of it, he hadn't let up throughout the entire hour. Saikhi had already taken the initiative to relieve her master's own excitement with her mouth whilst he listened. Although, he didn't last nearly as long as Aldo, nor did he act with as much vigour. He was going to have to ask Aldo how he pulled it off.
The rest of the hour passed. Newest update provıded by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁
"No not yet, just a little more." Talitha's voice pleaded from behind the door. The repetitive sound of flesh slapping against flesh was clearly audible. Another fifteen minutes passed before the pair emerged. Talitha looked tired, but the glint in her eyes suggested that she was still incredibly horny. It was a novel situation, usually by now, the power of Jonathan's cum would have knocked her out. His cum seemed to sate their lust to some extent. Without the finale that Jonathan usually provided, it seemed that the lust from Jonathan's power would continue to linger. He wondered for just how long.
"Sorry for the delay." Aldo apologised, straightening up his shirt. "Stuck in the throws of passion you know." Aldo chuckled as he headed over to the starsteel plate. He reached out and pulled it down from the wall where it had been displayed. He presented it to Jonathan with a sense of preciousness usually reserved for royal crowns or mythical swords. "The terms of the agreement have been carried out expertly."
Jonathan noticed Talitha staring like a hungry lioness towards Jonathan's crotch. Really? If he didn't find a way to make himself last longer, he could foresee himself having a bit of a soreness problem when they left. Talitha would likely extract what she wanted from him. 'No' and 'not right now' were not a part of her vocabulary when it came to sex.
"Just a moment." Jonathan stopped before taking the armour. "I just have one question before we finish up here. How in the hell did you last for so long?"
"If you truly want to know that information, it will cost you another hour." Aldo smirked.
Talitha looked at Jonathan with wide eyes and furiously nodded her head.
"Sounds fair to me." Anything to make his daily trek with the girls a bit less harsh on his loins.
An hour later the two emerged from the back room once more. To her credit, Talitha was still able to walk straight, albeit on shaken legs. Aldo strutted over to the shop counter and placed a small red wooden container, about the size of his fist, on its surface. He opened the lid to reveal hundreds of little black pills.
"Here is my secret, I purchased these little performance helpers from a mysterious fellow that wandered through here a half-decade ago. He had the most peculiar name for them: x-viagra. That seemed like an odd, almost foreign name for them, so I just took to calling them firestokers."
'Viagra? There is no way a name like that could be a coincidence. Were these pills made by someone from earth? Jonathan did his best to keep focused. He needed to know more.
"Who was he?" Jonathan bit his tongue, best not show too much interest, he didn't want Aldo asking too many questions.
"Alas, the man didn't give me his name, nor did he say where he was going. Not the talkative type you see. Despite my best efforts and my offer of a vast amount of crowns, he would not tell me how he made these little black pills. Not knowing what is in them doesn't make them any less effective though. As soon as you swallow one, they perk your little fellow right up and fill you with energy, no matter the occasion." Aldo shook the red container and peered inside. My supply is starting to get a bit low. Only about a thousand are left in my possession."
A thousand pills was not a low amount of viagra. Jonathan couldn't imagine what this guy got up to that would blow through so many. Well he could, but he wasn't going to think about it too hard.
"How much?" Jonathan asked.
"Well." Aldo pondered for a moment. "Because you have been so generous with Lady Talitha's time. I am willing to part with them for, let's say, 20 bits each." Aldo grinned.
"Done. I will take 500." Jonathan paid no mind to how that would affect his financial situation, the pills seemed worth the price. Having no money on hand might not be the wisest idea. "On second thoughts, I have to stay liquid, let me see what else I can offer you from my wares." Jonathan was about to be way back down in the red. Spending almost all his crowns on magic sex beans wasn't his best investment idea. 'At least it is cheaper than health insurance back home' Jonathan thought.
The sun was setting by the time Jonathan's group had left the trading post, Jonathan found his funds down to a mere 500 bits. Having sold almost all his remaining stock at the trading post. He had a few ideas on how he would later recuperate the costs, and as a bonus, he now had himself an extremely rare and unique product. With any luck he would find the way that these firestokers, x-viagra, or whatever they were called, had been made, and produce a few more of them.
Despite his further questioning of Aldo, Jonathan was unable to find out any more information on the mysterious creator of the pills. There was no doubt in Jonathan's mind that the man in question was from earth, or at the very least knew someone who was. Once Jonathan reached the relative safety of Rainfell, he would make finding this person his next priority.
Jonathan's group decided to set up camp just shy of Traders-end Highway. Putting up everything took substantially less time now that there were less animals to deal with. Jonathan couldn't help but feel sorry for Stew though, making friends then leaving them always sucked. When he got to Rainfell, he would be sure to get Stew a nice place with a couple of friends. Jonathan gave Stew a double helping of food that night.
As he was putting up his tent Jonathan couldn't get over the feeling that he was being watched. Every action to investigate why turned up nothing out of the ordinary. But he couldn't get over the feeling that he was being stalked. He decided that now would be as good of a time as any to test out his newly acquired armour.
The starmetal plate felt weightless, similar to the spear he had stolen from Zigarete, it felt like it could shatter at any moment, it was much less liquid-y though. Despite the perceived frailty the material was hard. Jonathan ran his dagger across the chest of the plate and it didn't even leave a scratch. Instead the edge gilded harmlessly off to the side. More importantly, the starmetal was comfortable, he could see himself sleeping in it if he needed to, it was no more intrusive than a particularly stale shirt.
Jonathan noticed the grass behind him rustling. There was no denying it now, he was being watched. He turned around before being shoved down to the ground, pinned.
"Take one now." Talitha demanded, her arms and legs holding Jonathan to the ground. If a random stranger could provide her with so much pleasure due to the little black pills they had obtained, she could only imagine the ecstasy she would feel when it was her daddy doing the pounding. Talitha had been observing, waiting to see where the pills were kept. Artfully, pocketing one without being seen.
"Just a moment-" Jonathan was cut off as Talitha pushed the pill she had acquired into his mouth, she gently coaxed it down his throat. Immediately, Jonathan felt full of energy, his cock raised to its full splendour. With a quick motion, Jonathan overpowered Talitha and pinned her chest to the ground. He couldn't quite believe that he had managed it. Talitha had demonstrated in the past that she was significantly stronger than Jonathan, maybe she was letting him do it? Perhaps it was the pills?
Jonathan removed the feeble covering that stood between Talitha's pussy and his now throbbing member. He plunged himself deep within her, keeping her pinned as he pumped away. He didn't feel the usual fatigue in his crotch that he had been feeling the past couple of days. Although he was feeling oddly more aggressive. Talitha's eyes rolled back in joy, her legs quaking as her chieftain took her. This was going to be a long night.