New Entry For The Poll Driven “She Was Too Low Level” Story Featuring The Bard Thalris

You can find the new entry below the break or read the story in its current entirety HERE.

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: It’s a short entry and just under 2,000 words. It centers on public oral sex (woman giving man a blowjob), but leans into the main characters embracing of being a performing sex slave.

The sight of the Bunordaen bent over and being fucked from behind with her tits swinging wildly under her was drawing all male eyes to it. Yet Thalris knew there were ways to peel some of them away. She kept singing, dancing about, but did so in a way she knew would draw at least some of those male eyes to the new, overly sexual way she was moving her body.

She had nowhere near the amount of meaty on her chest that the pleasingly plump Bunordaen farm girl had. Yet even though Thalris was all Elven slender beauty she still had a womanly figure. Her outfit, tight and slutty, showed off what assets she did have, while moving in the right ways more than compensated for what she didn’t have when compared to theirs.

Before long some extra lewd lyrics and filthy dancing gyration had a few eyes turned to her. Dancing flirtatiously between those eyes’ owners helped her feel out which was best to focus on. Once she knew that her performance went from being a general thing for all around to something for an audience of one. And then, with all his focus on her body, she knew she had him.

“You’ve got to be the cock-hungriest Elven slut we’ve ever trained up,” the man muttered as he took his manhood out of his pants. He sounded almost exasperated with her, yet the rigidness of his member once it was in sight told Thalris the truth of the matter.

In one smooth motion full of Elven grace and practiced showmanship Thalris flung her lute over her shoulder while dropping to her knees in front of the man. “This isn’t just for you,” she told him, taking hold of his member by wrapping her slender, graceful Elven fingers around the thickest part of it. “It’s a performance for everyone who can see and hear us.”

The man grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever you need to tell yourself, slut. Not start ‘performing’, get my cock in your— FUCK,” he gasped as she inhaled his cock, taking him balls deep in one fluid motion that caught him off guard.

His gasped expletive did exactly what Thalris had wanted. It stopped the man’s yammering while also drawing the attention of nearly all the nearby men. She NEEDED their eyes on her. This was a performance! Not JUST for the man whose cock she was vigorously sucking off, but for all of them!

She’d gotten their attention with the man’s gasp and the sight of her so easily taking him so deep into her without gagging. She KEPT their attention by working his cock with not just intense skill, but loud sucking and slurping. It HAD to be loud, for she was competing with the Bunordaen’s cute grunts and moans.

True, the man she was now playing like an instrument was moaning too, but those were not musical notes that usually held the interest of other men. It was the sounds coming from her that they desired to hear in the performance, so she played them a symphony of loud sucking and slurping, making the blow job as wet and loud as she could.

Sounds weren’t enough. She had to make it a visual show as well. Thalris made sure she was positioned so the men watching from various angles could see her working her instrument. See her not just bobbing her head to pleasure his cock but see that she was putting her whole body into it.

That also meant pleasuring him with more than her mouth. He was a well-endowed man, with plenty of length and girth. She used him like she would any instrument, playing her instrument in ways that leaned into its strengths.

After the initial deep throating that had started things she sucked mostly his cockhead, using all the saliva she was drooling onto his shaft as lube to stroke him off. And not just simple, firm gripped stroking, she made it a thing of skill and art. She twisted her hand as she worked it up and down his length, adding a bit of extra pleasure and theatrical flair even a skilled whore often overlooked.

But it wasn’t just about how it looked. She knew what she was doing felt good, she made sure it did. Even as she twisted and rotated her hand while stroking his shaft she kept her thumb pressed into that delightfully spongy tube running under his shaft. The pressure as her thumb went up and down its length, combined with the twisting stroking motions and the sucking bobbing of her mouth, were more than enough to get the man gasping and struggling to keep from cumming within minutes of her start.

 She could have finished him off fast, but where was the art in that? She wanted to perform! To be the center of attention. To create art that these wonderful men would remember for years. That meant her symphony of wet slurping and sucking sounds, accompanied by a visual feast of skilled cock sucking, couldn’t be ended prematurely by her instrument cumming too soon.

When Thalris felt him beginning to crest towards climax she forced him to cool down, but in a way that neither him nor the men watching would take as a ruining of his pleasure. She took him deep, as though TRYING to finish him off, but then stopped suppressing her gag reflex. She choked herself on his cock just long enough to cause herself to half-vomit up a huge slimy mess of thick saliva, but not long enough to push him over the edge.

Then she pulled back, gasping as if desperate for air. She held his slimy saliva covered cock close to her face, her head tilted back so it was above her allowing the mess covering it to drip onto her. She panted and gasped, playing up her need to breathe, then smiled up at him, delighted by the wild intensity in his eyes.

That wild look in his eyes let her know he was enjoying this even though the sudden break in pleasure had ruined the climax he was building steadily towards. Confident her performance was everything she wanted it to be she pressed on, continuing her performance in a manner she hoped would get applause.

She had hold of his cock by the base. Thalris used that grip to begin bludgeoning her face with it, swinging the thick, long member up then bringing it slamming down onto her face. She responded to each wet, loud, meaty impact with a loud gasp that was a perfect mix of shocked disgust and excited arousal. She panted and drooled, as though being cock-slapped was leaving her even more cock-hungry than she had been.

Then, just as the men watching began to cheer, she gave them all what she knew they wanted. She inhaled the cock she’d been slapping herself with, taking it deep to gag then choke herself. She’d worked her instrument back towards climax by deep throating him while she worked her audience to raucous applause by choking him down and making him gasp in delight.

As the crescendo of her performance neared Thalris’ life flashed through her mind, both her past, present, and future. If the woman she’d been BEFORE her capture could see how much her skill as a Bard had grown she’d think nothing else could matter to her current self. Yet her skills grew nearly by the day, and she saw at that moment that it mattered little to her now. She could be the greatest Bard in all of Alaria, that had ever lived, and none of it would matter when compared to her worth as a cock-sucking sex slave.

All she’d wanted to be no longer mattered. Or did it? Hadn’t she always wanted to be a performer first and an Adventurer second? Hadn’t Adventuring been more about living a lifestyle that fit the kind of performer she aspired to be? Hadn’t always been more about the company that life allowed her to keep?

She was still the same woman. Still had the same dreams and aspirations. She’d just been shown a different way to realize them. She was a performer above all else. The path that she’d been following, that of a performing Adventurer, was gone. She’d found a better one, leaving behind the life of an Adventurer to take up the life of a performing sex slave!

When her instrument came in her throat, grunting so hard and loud it sounded like his orgasm had hurt more than it had felt good, she felt confirmation she was looking at things correctly. The applause that erupted as he came in her confirmed it. Blow and fuck them so hard it shakes them to their core, and do it with an audience that’s left applauding and shaking in their boots both hoping for and fearing they will be next!

Thalris remained there for as long as she could. Kneeling by the man, holding his messy, slime-oozing softening cock in her hand, basking in the applause. THIS was what made her life worth living!

And she was still young for an Elven woman. If she’d been a Human how many more decades would she have had left? Fifty? No… it would have been less than that. They got old and wrinkly, frail and ugly in the eyes of nearly all men so quickly. That wouldn’t happen to here, not for hundreds or even thousands of years, and even when she started to visibly age she’d still look “young and fuckable” to the eyes of the men of most races.

When Strood finished “testing” the Bunordaen he declared everyone’s fun done. It was time to get the girl back to their hideout so they could be on their way before anyone noticed her abduction.

Thalris cleaned herself up then used her Bardic magic to make the girl dress then keeping her under control during the journey. It was simple work that she could do without putting any real thought into. It allowed her mind to wander, at first to wonder about what kinds of performances she’d be able to give that night at their temporary hideout, but then about the future.

She knew it wouldn’t be long before they reached the auction. Where it was held was still a mystery to her, but she their arrival WOULD be soon. What would it be like? What kind of place was it held in? Was it some underground thing, hidden by necessity, or was it in a place where a sex slave auction could be held in the open?

Most importantly she thought about who would buy her. What kind of person would they be? What kind of work would they put her to? How would she be allowed to perform for them? For their friends? Would it really be like Strood had suggested? Would she become a family heirloom, passed down from generation to generation as her skills as a sexual performer only grew?

The thought at one time had filled her with despair. Now it made her shiver in anticipation. She was eager for it. For the auction. For being sold. For truly beginning the rest of her life!

The last set of polls decided we didn’t need to go into the Bunordaen’s training and that we should get to the auction. Before we get there we need to decide WHERE it is held, and I also wanted one last sex scene with Strood and his men.

What will the (probably) final sex scene with Strood and his men be? (Vote for up to 6 options in this poll)

Where will the sex slave auction be held? (Choose up to 2 options from this poll)