The Crescent Luna Bordello : Rise of the Brothel King (18+)
Copyright© 2020 by Writer_not_narcissist Wrist
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Njilven is a world ruled by a just female matriarchy system that rules with an Iron fist. Peace and prosperity at first glance but it all comes with a grave cost, imbalance to the world. And the only way to bring balance is through And the only way to bring balance comes from the most unlikeliest bastards this world will ever see. Veron, the Charismatic, "kind?" but calculating reincarnated brothel owner and the most brilliant underground criminal mastermind of his time.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Hypnosis Magic Mind Control Reluctant Romantic Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction GameLit High Fantasy Rags To Riches Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Spitting Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Body Modification Clergy Public Sex Small Breasts Politics Prostitution Revenge Royalty
For as long as I could remember, I grew up in the poorest part of the country, thievery was the norm, murder was a daily occurrence and women whoring their bodies for money was the most legal profession, my mother who never even sought to raise me was a whore, while my father could have been any bloke who knocked up my sad excuse of a mother.
Crime Bosses were a daily spectacle, just as daily on how they die too, though, among the many fleabags of bastards out there, there was this one crime boss who I looked up to.
Though in a sense I hated his line of work or rather the people in it but growing up I’ve come to acknowledge this bastard.
He was my mom’s boss, the wealthiest pimp in the country, very successful despite thriving in an incredibly unforgiving society where strength and power is everything, yet above all that, with no strength nor even the people, he got powerful men under his thumb.
And what weapon did he use you may ask? well, it all comes inside that thick skull of his.
That’s why I as I got older, I learned that the world is not so cookie-cutter wherein strength is everything, instead it is by controlling men in places where it really hurts.
Their groins and I meant that literally and metaphorically, weak-willed men tend to think with there dicks rather than there actual brains and when my Idol finally hit the bucket (Because of an accident) I took his place and cater to the lust of these sacks of bloody cash bags.
That’s why just like the thick-brained mother fucker before me, I built my own whore-house, recruiting women of all legal ages, light-skinned or dark-skinned even tan, there were skinny, fit and even chubby, any woman up to the clients taste I cater may it be a trashy bitch from the alleyway of some street to those uptight bitches from universities ... singing the same old tricks and becoming very fucking successful in the long game, and I must admit, it was great.
Money, Women, and Power or a weird mix of all those things at the same time, what more could a crime boss ask for.
Sadly, in this line of work, a price was always heavy for the devil himself, and for all the riches the business has going for both you and for me, like all evil men before me, my price was my own life.