Dark Path [PM Jiktaq/Bubble for Invite]

[Jiktaq]

This seemed to be the town of weirdos...everyone from here were just...so weird. Not like the other city was better, but she understood rapist slavers. But everyone here had such...strange mannerisms. She really just had no idea why they act like this and what was the proper course. Oh well, it seems just something she'll have to get use to. Lilith would like to stay close to this Lady Gilda and get some foundation of political knowledge. And who knows, maybe when she does get funds in the near future, this could be the start of something useful. Though she was liking this woman less and less...

But it all comes to the same, she wasn't turning her down right away...but she was doubting this woman's authenticity of taking her seriously. Good thing sex really wasn't a thing that can be turned against her, so if it went down that route...then she could just consider this Lady Gilda a lost cause and find something else more useful...and hopefully less strange.

"Yennifer" put her free hand on her hip as she looked down at the woman, "I can assure you...my master has no intentions on purchasing villages. He's not the type to dabble into governing. I can also assure you that while seduction is in fact within my repertoire of capabilities, I am useful in many more aspects. But it's that particular skillset you're only interested in and it'll be what will have you take this seriously...then what you want, is what you shall have."

With that said, she took her hand away from Gilda and she took a step back. Shaking her head to let her hair fall about her, she raised her hands to casually slip off the dress she was wearing. Luckily she was so adept of manipulating the shadows to mimic clothing so well as the dark dress just pulled around her feet. She was left in her sheer, lacy gloves and stockings, her high heels, and that dark, lacy thong. There was no bra to speak off, it seems, but there was an underbust corset that cupped those tits together and pushed them out, but didn't really cover them.

She gauged Gilda's reaction to the whole thing the entire time as brought her hands down and hooked her thumbs to the straps of her thong. Effortlessly, smoothly, and slowly, she pulled on the straps and began to bend slowly over as she dragged them down as well. The lady asked her to strip, and that was exactly what she was doing.

 

[BubbleLord]

The imp watched her cry and cradle the blade, then to rise defiantly even if her spirit seemed crushed. But she didn't get to start stumbling or trying to find the battlefield, the imp landing and walking around into her vision yet again. But this time, the imp pointed to her blade.

"If you serve my mistress, then I will ask her to see your blade repaired. Mithril destroyed can be restored... all it takes is the blood of an angel, after all."

The offered vengeance, the path to kill the vile winged woman was at last-

"But if my mistress deems that angel to live, then you will not kill her. Your blade can be restored without that winged one's life... but capturing our opponents like that is not easy and I am certain she would much prefer we keep such a prize and use it of everything possible before turning it to a servant and food. If you forfeit the right to that woman's life, then my mistress will give your blade not only shine, but honor. If you serve her as I do with loyalty, then you will feel pride in watching your foes beg instead of spoil your chance for that so called honor you view it as now. If you do all this... you will find a new meaning in life."

The imp lifted up off the ground after a moment, his crooked and lengthy nose turning as he looked off toward the distant shoreline to their left.

"Or you can turn it all away; instead of join me and serve my mistress, you can follow the shore back to the town and live a life as a beaten, defiled, and downtrodden slave to the Empire. Your blade will lose any chance of returning to life and you can probably raise a child or two that will find you disgustingly lacking. My mistress, Lilith, could not fault the simpletons for turning away her graces... but I would think she could reward one for running toward her arms and bending the knee to earn a new legacy. But it is your choice."

The imp didn't wait any longer, about-facing and starting off away from the town and the shoreline; instead, his path was toward the forest. The imp had been successful in scouting both of the two towns and getting information from them; this side chore seemed to no longer interest him. It was quite likely his mistress had gone to Fordyk, so he was ready to try and find a way to make up for his inability back at the fortress. Of course this drakoni pledging their service - even if they were short and lacked proper armament or even clothes - would have been great, but there was a better prize he wanted. He wanted to find someone to rob; someone to present the first worker perhaps to act as food and slave to the mistress...

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Gilda watched, unmoving as the woman stripped away her clothes. Weird or not, Gilda's smile shifted to a smirk as she paced around and behind the woman. The two guards watched her like a hawk from no doubt a mix of desire and caution, but her ass being swatted would draw her attention backwards. The lady grabbed a handful of her buttocks even before it had settled, the other hand moving down and rubbing two fingers along her pussy's entrance. But rather than out of interest, the woman sighed rather in a droll manner and gave the cunt a small pat before withdrawing both her hands and circling back to the front.

"You misunderstand; I am not interested in the whoring skill sets because I want one... keeping you in my bed was more a jest. As you clearly lack a cock, you couldn't hardly get me off." Her hand waved down at Lilith's groin, the woman averting her green eyes with a sigh. "I will hear you out. Come with me... and leave your clothes. Perhaps I'll deem you worthy of a round or two... if you're lucky."

Clearly this bitch had never met a lesbian, much less a proper slutty bunny before. But that was alright; there was some good to this. The woman, whilst admitting to some curiosity at her body, didn't seem the type to be bought out by a pretty face. This was the first person beyond the holy orders who seemed to not give in just at the prospect of a hot hole or a fat rod. Though she clearly had a think for dicks.

The two weren't walking long, thankfully, so there weren't too many servants to look her way as the guards escorted them to the woman's bedroom. There were small windows fit to simply let in light - clearly the defense against vampires built in mind back when bat forms were misinformed as the norm - and a large bed. The dresser, mirror, and chairs of the room were rather extravagant but also old. Gilda must have inherited much of her wealth. The woman walked toward the nearby dresser whilst waving toward the chairs nearby.

"I'm going to change; I want you to tell me more about these ideas of yours, however. The drakoni problem in our village is tedious, particularly since they keep growing more and more violent, but I suspect you care little for that investment-wise. Yennifer - I believe you said that was your name - I assure you that Fordyk is... prime for some new life. The village is small, but aside from those pesky dragon-fuckers the populace wants to expand. All of our stores have poor offerings and we lack any proper guilds; can you provide me either of those? Can your master give me something that can help my people grow wealthy and our town surge with renewed commerce and joy? Or... will you give me a way to get rid of these drakoni? Enslave and buy them from us, perhaps?"

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Aitainyn didn't care to see her foes beg. She didn't care to see them dead, either. She only wanted respect... real, true respect. And all the anger in her that bubbled over into a murderous rage was a passing emotion, drowned out by the litany of mantra's she repeated to herself to keep focused, to keep to task. Fight on. Win. Live. Grow stronger. Simple, effective words. What was her best current opportunity? This imp offered her employment, pure and simple. She could never afford to weigh and judge job offers based on moral merit before. Not if she wanted to eat without hunting her own food in the wild. Not if she wanted the tools to care for her blade, her now ruined armor. She shed it as he talked, wondering who'd bothered to put certain utterly destroyed parts back over bandages after their application.

In the end, the decision was a clear one. She couldn't afford to go back to the empire, wallow in misery, wait and hope for work. It'd been hard enough to get while she was well armed, even if she could defeat any normal soldier in single combat, or in three's and four's, easily. No one gave her a chance. She was famous.... or infamous, rather. A runty dragon with black scales, the BlackRose. A joke far and wide. A wilted, shriveled flower, and more delicate besides, most like. Useless in a real fight.

Besides, more than anything, save perhaps real respect... she wanted her ancestral blade returned to its glory. Even as a mithral sword, it was valuable, but not extravagantly so. Something usually only elite soldiers and greater would have, sure, but nothing out of myths and legends. Nothing magical. She'd never sold it... not when her hide carver had offered her runes far beyond its worth, not when she was starving, not when she'd been offered a position as a royal guard. She'd assumed the last to be a cruel jest, but she'd still dreamed, dreamed until the dreaming brought tears.

Silently, she followed the imp, bloodied and bruised, in dire need of real rest. She marched on somewhere between a proud, head high march and a zombified shuffle, unwilling to show weakness, even when it was horridly obvious how vulnerable she was. She followed silently, and her tear streaked, dirty, bloody face was placid, still as the grave, blank.

 

[BubbleLord]

The two walked for a short while, or rather she walked and he flew, but they finally slowed. The nude and beaten Drakoni finally hears the male as he pointed ahead of them.

"You'll go down there... and capture that one and his wares."

Following the imp's finger led down through the trees to a clearing near a road; a simple wagon parked nearby. The boy in question sat beside a small fire, his attire rather revealing in the form of shorts and a sleeveless shirt. His skin was ashen with two pink eyes blinking at the fire as one of his bird-like feet poked at the flames with a stick. That's right; she was watching a harpy, the femboy's wing-arms a brilliant scarlet. The bird-like tail shifted above a gropeable butt, a bulge of the cute variety visible between his thighs. As a species renown for femininity, male harpies like this definitely were no exception; his face was soft and girly, his pouting lips a hair darker than his skin.

"This merchant would make a good servant to my mistress. Coincidentally, his expertise is in selling clothing. Defeat him, dress yourself, and we will return to the lair. You are permitted to use your cock on him, but do not take his virginity... understood? Until the mistress clarifies, you can only use parts with experience on him. Virginities can be useful tools, after all."

As the imp looked away and seemed to consider their best route, the world came alive to the warrioress. Charging right on in, she could likely overwhelm a target that was alone like this. Sneaking up, however, could let her pin him from behind. Both had a good chance of getting her some relief in the grand scheme, but they also would let her end this quickly. She didn't need to listen to that virginity bit if her cock, say, already got inside right? Hell, his cock could also probably cheer her up... harpies had a weird cock that knotted at the end, allowing them to balloon as deep as they want and keep fucking while knotted.

And not to mention doing this meant she could probably get the spoils of picking a fitting outfit. The start of another chance, a new life... but it was starting more like that of a bandit. But the drakoni were born from dragons; those who raped the young mortal species and ensured their progeny was born into this world like gods. Her nation, her dream, could only start if she could pick herself back up.

 

[Jiktaq]

Walking around the manor naked wasn't really a problem for Lilith, she was use to being eyed up as if she were naked anyways...plus, she was downright sexy anyways so why bother trying to hide it? At least she was getting somewhere...she half expected her to order her guards to rape her for dare wasting her time with nonsense. This, at least, she can work with. Even if that slap and grope of her ass and crotch gave her the idea that this Gilda was more interested in her than she was letting on. Thankfully, the shadows would stay as physical clothing until she commanded them to disappear...just hopefully no one decided to try and steal them, otherwise her jig would be up when she recalled them back.

But that was a thing to think about for later...she had "business" to talk with this Gilda. She wasnt offered a seat to sit, so out of courtesy she didn't take one. You normally didn't take a seat unless it was offered...and she had an idea she wasn't going to be able to sit down anyways. If this woman was indeed intending to "go a round or two" with her.

At the question, she cleared her throat and prepared to answer. It only took seconds for her to be able to get into the business attitude, "Well...if it is a simple guild that you desire, as the item of investment is well within your right to choose, then it can be done very easily. All it would take is to come up with a contract with one of the many guilds and construct a hall for them to make use of. Whether that be the mercenary warriors guild, or a mercantile guild, or maybe some artistry guilds. It would certainly be the safer one of options. They may even help foot the bill in constructing it if we choose a guild that wanted representation out here."

She looked around the room for a bit as she thought a bit more and then an idea struck her, "A, uh...another idea I thought about, comes to mind in regards to this "drakoni problem" of yours. Though, if I am to be honest, this town of yours seems to have, in general, an unrest problem. And there could be a way to exploit that. I'm still not entirely up to speed on the laws of these laws, they are so different than that of the Empire...but there is always one thing that no civilized nation can ever deny. And that is the need for entertainment in the form of aggressive bloodshed. What better way to blow off steam than fighting spectacle? And if you really don't like the Drakoni that much...it can be fixed with some social manipulation, twisting the knife that is their sense of pride. Maybe have them participate in battles to the death? That way, you profit off of them injuring or even killing themselves. Lots of profit can be made too...what with price to spectate, price to participate, taxes from vendors all around and within. Of course, cost of building, maintaining, keeping gladiators capable, maybe some animals, and of course keeping coin on the side for prize winnings. But, down the line if it grows big, it can pay itself back tenfold, maybe even more. You can probably even put prisoners to work as part of the spectacle if you want. The sky would be the limit!"

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Aitainyn looked at the imp askance, her face flat. She did not rape, no matter how obscenely common it was in this world. And she wasn't accustomed to kidnapping, either. Still, she had a job to do, and knew she had little choice in the matter... though it would garner no love for either the imp or his mistress from her. Aitainyn didn't want to hurt him, and opted to use stealth, crushing down the screaming instinct in the back of her head of how dishonorable this was. There were no 'good' choices in the world. There were no good people. Only the guilty, and the dead. She'd never once in her life met a truly kind spirit, a person of benevolence and compassion. She didn't believe such a thing existed.

She crept through the brush, her sheathed blade on a strap at her side. She wasn't naked. Her garments were torn, and barely gave her any modesty to speak of, but they were there. She didn't have intact shoes, anymore. They'd been taken after the battle... she didn't know whether they were stolen, or simply discarded because they were beyond ruined. She'd transformed more strongly than ever before in that battle, so it could have been either. She couldn't afford another pair, not custom made for a Drakoni that tended to indulge in a habit of battle transformation. When she made it behind the young boy, with a heavy heart, she grabbed him from behind, aiming to scoop him up and clasp his knees to his chest, in order to keep him from having a chance to bring his talons to bear, while another hand would clasp over his mouth, should all go well. "Don't fight. I'm not going to hurt you, as long as you don't resist."

 

[BubbleLord]

"Then the sky as you define it must be shorter than I am."

Gilda let her clothes slip away, having disrobed in mere moments. Her skin was blemish free, her eyes turning to Lilith a moment later. Her A-cup breasts were just as tiny as expected, the woman walking over to the demon and setting her hands on her hips. Clearly she felt challenged by the more womanly assets of the demon, her hands reaching out to clasp and tug on the much larger pair of tits.

"Drakoni would prefer fucking; I could offer you to them if I truly wanted peace. Think you'd enjoy dragon cock pounding your womb in efforts to breed you? I bet you'd break early."

Her hands smacked the tears before the woman turned and moved to recover new clothes. Lingerie stockings, garter, and a pair of what must be soft panties. They quickly hid that tight pussy that had so far eluded more than a moment of sight, the noble looking over her shoulder as the pendant sent another pang of fear through Lilith's body.

"Yennifer... I have a request for you; I want you to build and run a brothel. You will be its head girl and sell yourself. Your investor would surely be fine if I put you up in a building, whilst you simply sell yourself. Blood sport is the games of southern fools; pussy and sex wins wars. These holy order goons should pack up their books and whip out dicks and their rears if they want to beat demons. A pragmatic woman sees only forward... and well beyond it. If you sell yourself now, then you'll rise above your master."

Withdrawing a small bra, she pulled it into place with a sigh before turning to face Lilith. Aside from her attitude, she'd be well-worth eating out from how good she looks.

"I'll start here; I want you to sleep with the paladin of the order and seduce him to become your client. If a holy man will give your pussy a dicking, everyone will be curious to try you out. You'd be getting worn by every man in town, the business would boom, and you'd give me some of your profits as tax and compensation just like any business. Think of me as your pimp... that is, if you're willing to put your cunt where your mouth and your master's money are and invest in this town with everything you have. Of course, I wouldn't blame you if you chose to cower... most shy away from the challenges of life."

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Her expert bird-wrangling, even if it wasn't with the intent to rape, certainly put the bird boy's butt right near her groin. His feet kicked out at first as well, uncertain of what was going on. Despite his size and being about five feet give or take a few inches, the entirety of his body was... very lightweight. Both of the talon-armed feet grasped at the air, reaching back and trying desperately to no avail to grab her.

"N-No! L-Let me go!" The almost girly shrill to it silenced as the imp floated into view, the dark-skinned lad finally looking over his shoulder at her for a moment before looking back to the fire. "P-Please... t-take my goods and let me go."

"Let you go? Why? We came with the decision to make you a minion of the mistress."

The imp's answer was flat and unamused at the whole situation, looking to the cart and floating upward to land in its seat. It didn't take long for him to turn back toward the captured harpy and drakoni and toss her something important; a single, lengthy rope.

"Bind him with that and strip him. We can't be too careful, even if they are unarmed. Someone with runes that we don't spot right away can be very troublesome... trust me, I learned that the hard way."

The imp turned and floated over to grab the reins of the nearby horse for the cart, setting in to working and getting it ready to move. The struggle had been non-existent for the most part, even if the squeamish bird-boy was still wriggling in her impossibly stronger grip. All that wriggling made her truly realize how doughy and soft his skin and derriere was, her hands likely coming close to bruising it just from holding too tightly. Harpies had extreme mating, so it was likely that the resistance to damage was compacted into their ass once it started taking repeated blows. Either way, she got to wait around with her prize birdy in her grip for a few minutes... but finally it was time to get moving. Specifically, the cart was re-harnessed with its steed and the imp plopped into the driver's seat before pointing a thumb to the back of the cart.

"Take him back there and do your best to keep him quiet. I'm sure there's something back there that can fit you... and hopefully give you something for your feet. These woods are unfriendly to one walking barefoot for long."

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Aitainyn was quick and efficient... yet gentle. The boy reminded her of her young brother... he'd not survived the rigors of this world. He'd been of a softer disposition than her, and hadn't lived long. She stripped the harpy, feeling well his softness, and doing her best to ignore it. She had an erection, shortly, but kept it to herself. After she'd taken off his clothes and checked for runes, she'd be quick to tie him up. She'd look him in the eyes when they talked though, addressing him as an equal, with respect. "You have a family, boy? Listen to me. If the Gods are good, you'll return home to them intact. For now, just keep quiet, and endure. We do what we must, alright? Right now, here and now, you need to stay safe and in one piece." She'd secure the rope around him, tightly and with expert precision, but not tightly enough to cut and bruise. She'd learn to tie knots for setting up tents in camp, and had served on ships for a time as well, and learned much. She tried to ignore his obvious beauty, far too ashamed of herself to let her eyes linger anywhere long.

Once he was bound and trussed like a hog, she'd search for clothes, and shoes. She'd find herself some pants, and a shirt, socks and shoes, and leave the rest, taking only what she needed, before returning to the harpies side, a silent companion. No, a silent kidnapper... a hostile, strange foe, coming out of nowhere, all bruised and battered and bloody and dirty, and turning his life upside down on the orders of some imp. She found herself waiting with him for a moment, keeping him close, an arm around him, almost comfortingly, pressing his head to her bosom unconsciously... and then she'd be lifting him and carrying him to the back of what she assumed was his own cart, and hopping in with him in tow. Her self loathing felt like a corpse shroud around her, but her eyes were distant, dead to the world, as she sat with him, feeling more a prisoner in this world than he, even if she was the one tying him up.

Guilty as she felt, she'd keep him company, speak to him. Always looking him in the eyes, even if she seemed to be merely looking through him, at something far, far away. "Do you know what a hostage of peace is? When wealthy noble families have had enough of fighting, and know they have to reconcile their differences or face mutual destruction, they send their young to one another, to foster in each other's households. Sometimes only one sends their children, because they were losing, because their destruction was assured, and the other could or would survive. Those children are called hostages of peace. They're treated well. Fed, clothed, educated... in another family's ways. But always they know, even if they are treated well and with respect, as family... that they are there to ensure their parents do not try any deceit. My great grandfather was a hostage of peace, when he was a boy. He knocked up a stable girl in his younger teenage years. He'd been a hostage of peace for twelve years. The family he lived with was truly the only one he'd ever known. But one day, his foster father comes into his room, sword in hand, and kills him. That stable girl was my grandmother. She watched them burn his remains. She'd grown up with him, laughing with him, playing with him. She'd cared for him, as a friend, as family. But my family had done something awful. Something terrible, and something stupid." She shook her head. She went quiet then, perhaps to let the story and its moral sink in, perhaps lost in memories of sitting at someone's knee, hearing tales of her family history.

 

[Jiktaq]

Well...that complicated things. Lilith couldn't even register how lovely the lady was looking thanks to the ultimatum she had given her. She was hoping the fight pit would have peaked the young lady's interest. The cheapest you could go with it was basically digging a big hole in the ground. Plus, it would allow her to have easy access to strong fighters to corrupt or persuade, and have a supply of bodies for her own purposes. But now this was dropped on her...

She didn't have anything against the brothel...hell, her getting paid for having sex? That's like getting paid to eat. A lot of her issues could be solved with that. However, there was the problem of initial funds...and having to seduce the paladin. If the woman had went with the arena idea, Lilith could have stuck around for a few days to discuss details with the lady, which would be an excuse of her to learn more about the town. But then she could leave for a long time, maybe over a month? Sure, she could never show her face here again, but once she had earned enough money she could come back and start the project.

But with this? This was more tricky...luckily, she would still have the excuse to leave and be gone for awhile as she tried to build up funds for the initial building on her own. But there was the problem of the paladin...

Hoping to use the good will she built up with Janis, Lilith just nodded her head, "Well...while I can agree that the brothel...is a stellar idea, the requisite you have offered however. I'm not sure how successful it would be, but it would be a shame if you were to not agree to my master's proposal for investment. If it's what you need to accept my master's efforts, then I shall be done." She had a feeling she was signing her death warrant right now.

 

[BubbleLord]

Getting somewhat told he was a hostage of peace completely had the opposite effect of calming the harpy; rather it visibly upset him. Particularly the part where her grandfather had been slain. That was like the worst thing to tell an uncertain harpy lad who felt like this imp and drakoni were about to start humping his butthole into a boypussy.

Thankfully for the drakoni, the ride didn't last long; the woods around were rather featureless as they made their trek, finally ending at an oddly risen hill among a section of stone. The imp rose up and turned, moving down to gently grab the harpy boy by his feathery head and made him look up at the little red guy instead of at those drakoni breasts.

"He's going to need testing... strip him. I'll see if I can't make something from our meager herbs in the area to get him horny... I'd like to examine him, since I lack my mistresses nose for who's good and who's bad at supplying her energy."

The imp turned and dropped down, leaving the pair atop the cart. The area was extremely quiet, the harpy boy squirming and looking up at the drakoni with pleading eyes; whether it was pleading for her to be the one to handle his treatment or simply to save him was hard to discern. Those bulging trousers made it seem like he probably wasn't entirely against all of this... or perhaps he was enjoying the closeness to a woman on the short ride. Either way, she'd have a bit of time to stretch her legs and look around if she wanted; a mouth of a nearby cave must have been where this demon and his mistress resides. Places like this were ancient and long obsolete to the castles of the world that vampires no doubt lurked in. Perhaps it was a demon, simply too weak to afford better abodes. But that wouldn't fit the idea that this was a demon if there were no followers to summon her... which meant that Aitainyn's new mistress - the one the imp served - was likely a demon of mid-level by simple deduction.

And that the harpy boy was trying to worm his way free, the bindings coming loose as his talons kicked and nicked the material again and again. If she didn't do anything, he'd get away... letting him go and risk being discovered by the only one willing to help her may not be the best idea, but it would be the right thing, right?

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"Then see it done." Gilda chipped, walking up to Lilith and gently sliding her hand between her legs. This time, her hand was more aggressive and actually pressed her fingers on either side of the demon's clit. "Look... if you're so scared of the paladin, then seduce his replacement. I don't care. I want that... pesky holy order removed. Long ago, they came to this town saying that the vampire hunters wouldn't keep the demons and vampires away; but it has done well enough to have foreigners interested in it. I ask you if that sounds like a place in need of protection."

Giving a small brush of her fingertips atop the sensitive button before drawing her hand up and back, she'd finally point to the door.

"Now, go. And perhaps bathe before you see me again; whether or not you fuck them, you smell as if you've taken a load across your face like some... whore. And I'd like to think you haven't become one yet, now have you?"

The young vampire hunter descendant turned and made her way over to her bed, climbing up and into it with a sigh. Her day was already ending and she was turning in; so Lilith knew that this leader went to sleep early. If she ever sought to kidnap, rape, or simply pay a vampire's night visit, she had a window. Not to mention, obvious from the lack of the pendant hanging on her garter strap, she removed her protection at night. This woman was truly and entirely unfit to be a descendant of the feared hunters that kept her kin in check; her father had likely been a mortal capable of slaying cousins of hers and yet Gilda slept in lingerie and was completely ignorant as to the protection the holy order could provide that she obviously very much needed.

Either way, the way out was open and she likely should leave; now would be an awful time to decide to suddenly get ballsy. Plus, there was Janis still out there... she knew his scent and could likely track him among the town if she desired...

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Aitainyn knew where this was headed. She was about to be told to rape him. She'd had to do a lot of unsavory stuff in her time, but had enough honor intact not to kidnap boys and rape them, or sell them into a sex trade. At least, she liked to think so. She was healed a bit now, and was... absolutely sure that this was the wrong thing to do. The imp had made a great speech, but in the end, honor meant more than one upping a powerful foe. It meant holding to a belief system, and she believed in a decency that, admittedly, was never shown to her. But if even one person would fight for it, maybe true goodness wasn't simply... dead. She couldn't look at the harpy boy without seeing her brother, without seeing her mistakes. The demon's nonchalance sickened her. She looked around, and found a broom, stood up, and snapped it in half over her knee, whistling for the demons attention. "Leave. Now. I've decided to reject your offer of employment. I can't travel this road with your mistress. May her wickedness be her undoing. If you remain, I will fight you, and kill you if need be." She was returning this harpy boy... and his wagon, to their rightful place. She'd figure out what to do afterwords, or die trying.

After all, it wasn't as if she wouldn't welcome death. She made sure not to look at the harpy boy's pleading face while she gathered her resolve. "I'm sorry." She said, partially to him, and partially to the brother she lost. "I'm afraid I'm about to repeat my family's history of doing something very, very stupid." For a belief that she wasn't even sure she believed in.

 

[Jiktaq]

This woman is incredibly frustrating! Never mind the teases of her body, but the way she carried herself and talked to her was insufferable! And these demands just kept piling on. But at least she could now understand the grievances she had with the holy order. She thought them wanting equal rights for demi-humans was gonna be enough to set this woman off, considering she don't seem too into equal treatment herself. But them trying to muscle into her family's territory of business would push the envelop further.

It helps that she is by far less competent than them...so many mistakes of one who doesn't hunt...with her family's enemy right in front of her face, and in her room.

Either this woman has other plans, or is incredibly unskilled in the hunt. The holy order that was here was far more superior, considering that a mere acolyte sniffed her out as soon as she was in the vicinity. It seems she was in a prime, opportune position to shape this town as she saw fit. But first thing's first...

She slipped out of the room and went to go get her clothes. One way or another, she'll have to see Janis again and see what move she'll need to play for this town.

 

[BubbleLord]

The harpy boy seemed super excited that she was going to save him, that bulge growing even bigger in his trousers. For an effeminate harpy, he certainly must have been packing! But as Aitainyn drew her broom and viciously challenged Zazz, the imp simply looked over and sighed.

"Fine. You can take full responsibility for him... but you're mistaken if you think those materials are leaving with you."

Turning his head, the imp finished crushing a few ingredients into a nice powder within his hands. Taking on a drakoni would be tough for the imp, particularly since he had no ability to gauge what her skills would be. But his side had just as many unknowns, with this area around the cave full of traps. It was a very awful idea to pick a fight when she had let him pick the place. But there was some respectable factors to her statements. Turning and ascending, the small imp simply motioned to the harpy.

"Take him and go... back to the woods all alone and with a boy who likely has zero survival skills in the wild. Your blade won't be restored and you will likely be calling for my help before the sun even rises. You don't know this region nor do you have any idea of where I've laid traps to protect the mistress."

Slowly floating over, the imp finally extended a hand that let his magic roll to the fingertip with a small flame.

"If you choose to fight, then I'll aim for him. And if you can somehow beat me, my mistress will return and end your life afterward. If you choose to stay and take care of this boy, to help him adapt to his life as a servant, then I assure you that you and him will be plenty happy under my mistress' vision. But I will say it one final time; if you come at me, then he will die and I'll be reborn when my mistress desires. There is no win for you in battling me; the supplies will stay here and you can flee to the woods and pray fate will guide yo-"

The imp looked skyward, the sharp hiss of something falling sounding louder than anything else. A bright flash of light exploded out over the clearing, the world seeming to vanish as everything moved and changed in an instant. The moon vanished and the sun at its earliest hours and just beginning to rise. The cart beneath her vanished and she and the harpy smashed to the ground... or rather, the sand.

The imp was gone and they were in the desert. This... this was the Dongarmen Federation. She was in the only place in the world with a desert of significant size. They were nestled just up the hill from an oasis with plentiful trees and a beautiful spring.

Something really weird is going on... but they were saved from the confrontation. And her harpy companion was completely still in shock, his feathers ruffled and his skin a bit more pale as he looked around at the desert around them. Well... on the plus side, she had saved him. His body getting unbound and trying to determine where in the desert or a way to navigate in it was vital to their next move. If only someone could tell her this wasn't the first random teleportation that had occurred in the last day or so...

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As Lilith acquired her clothes, the group of them piled neatly and waiting for her, she found her way outside easily enough. In the corner of her eyes, she could have sworn there was a flash out over the woodline... but if it was at the cave, then Zazz surely would have seen it and moved. It was highly unlikely anything bad had happened... not that she'd get to go look right away.

As she pushed through the gates of the compound and past the still-smiling pair of guards, she'd get that chance to meet Janis again. Or, more accurately, see Janis.

The elfin had removed his helmet, his armor now gone as he sat on a bench alone near the Elder Tree. Without all that bulky armor, his girly factors definitely were much easier to spot; those hips of his weren't terribly wide, but his shoulders were narrow. There was a softness to his bare arms that his shirtless sleeve allowed her to see, the lack of muscle definition making them a bit effeminate compared to someone like Tyrin. His girly face still looked entirely like she was watching a woman, but the elfin had removed the blindfold this time. The two eyes were closed, a scar along his face from the outer corner of his eyes across the bridge of his nose. Someone had blinded the elfin, it seemed, most likely with a blade. His lack of armor and a weapon so happening so quickly - albeit it had been some time since she'd entered - was easily explained from it bundled up in a gold and silver cloth at his side. The paladin was gone, leaving the acolyte alone, but approaching him so soon without a plan might be bad. Gilda said she could sleep with Janis to fulfill her request, right? That trusting nature and his status now... if she made her move here and now, then perhaps she could snag the male in her net.

Or she could simply leave; trying to meet up with Zazz or go investigate the other towns might be a good idea since this place was too small to truly host night life. There was still plenty to do and mess up in Damston; perhaps she could personally look into what happened with the male she stole her bunny from. She could also prowl the markets here to steal some food, but that was certainly degrading for a mistress to handle. If anything, she should surely have someone else steal or acquire things for her!

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Aitainyn had stared coldly at the imp during his entire little tirade, eyes dead to reason. It was the cold, murderous look of a person who'd march through your magic without flinching, single minded and ready to kill. He might revive, by dint of his demonic heritage... but he'd never forget the terror that she'd put in him before striking the blow that fell him. Aitainyn didn't take threats well. Death before dishonor. In the middle of his ranting she roared, "ARE YOU DEATH?!" Those words were words you never wanted to hear from her. Not from this one. It meant your life was hanging by a thread. Fortunately, before she could dive at him and turn him and his magic into so much blood and dust, her and the harpy were teleported away at random, as though by divine providence assuring the imp got his way without so much as a scuffle. Aitainyn assumed it was magic the imp had used, and snorted. She didn't understand the scope of the magic employed there, that it was likely far beyond that demon's power. She was a warrior... her expertise lay elsewhere. She moved over to the harpy boy, and with a claw, unbound him, wincing.

"I'm sorry I dragged you into this mess. I'm afraid you were bound for it either way though, as the imp would have simply kidnapped you without me there to aid him." She looked around at the desert. "I understand if you hate me, and if you want nothing more to do with me, you're free to go. However. I am responsible for this mess you're in, and if you will allow me, I will do everything in my power to protect you, and get you home." She looked at his soft skin, looked at the sky above. "There's an oasis nearby. You should get to shade, fast. The heat is bad... the sun is worse. Your skin isn't adapted to this, at all. If you aren't very careful, you will burn, and dehydrate, quickly." His skin was baby soft, which was fine in a temperate climate. "I'll search for means to gather water and food, and then try to find our bearings. I only know the basics of desert survival, I've never actually been in one. I have... advantages, though." A second eyelid folded over her eyes, protecting them from sand, and from photokeratitis. "Listen, try not to... look at the sand or water. Focus your eyes on more distant things as much as possible. Sand is reflective, and will burn your eyes in time, leaving you blinded and in pain." She looked to the leaves, considering whether she could weave him a broad hat from them, in order to better protect his vision and help him stay cool. She'd begin moving towards the oasis, hoping he'd follow... if he flew off on his own, she doubted he had very good chances of making it out of the desert alive. She needed to find a caravan, or somesuch. She could sell her services...

She looked down at the snapped broom in her hands. Uggh. Well, she still had a sword... though she risked breaking it with much use. Her strength was too much for even a good iron blade to handle for very long. She had to be careful with it.

 

[Jiktaq]

That was disconcerting. Why was there a big flash of light above her sanctuary? It even seemed incredibly familiar, like it was something she had seen before. Oh well, that was something she'll have to deal with once she gets back. Best case scenario, it was nothing to worry about. Worst case, it was some holy people that purified her sanctuary or something...not like she lost much anyways. She didn't have much to begin with.

She went over to Janis, looking around to make sure his master wasn't around. The last thing she wanted was to have an unexpected drop on her as she was trying to work. This was going to need to take finesse.

Lilith went over to Janis and sat down next to him. Tonight was going to be spent here and get things set up as much as she could. And getting something under her name for a business here would certainly help in the long run. But she would need to be careful as to not anger the order and cause an incident.

She crossed her arms beneath her heavy tits as she stated, "I had a "business" meeting with the Lady Gilda...I believe I might have some information for you." She looked over to Janis to see how he would react...Janis may seem to like her, but he still didn't know a lot about her, so she was interested to see what his initial thoughts would be like.

 

[BubbleLord]

Her harpy boy was uncertain now that he was freed, particularly because she started barking out orders. But the no-brainer of going to the oasis was one he understood instantly. Getting up rather shakily without proper hands, the boy looked rather goofy as he ran on over to the oasis. It was a large one... but as the drakoni led and the pair moved into it, there was something even better of note.

A cave entrance that was a mix of sand and stone rose from a dune near the edge, brush and palm trees growing over it. A trio of them that arced and covered it wonderfully; and oddly enough, she heard the meek voice of her unintentional and still uncertain companion cut out above their quiet footfalls.

"Th-there! That's a drake den!"

The harpy boy rose up and flew, his wing-like arms powerfully taking him right beyond and past the drakoni so that he landed at its entrance first. Drake dens were the long-abandoned dens of the now-extinct dragons... or at least, everyone assumed the ancestors of the drakoni were gone. No one had seen a true dragon in two centuries.

The inside of the den, however, called to her; and inside, the cave's amazing design still shined even so long after. Jagged rocks that had been broken and laid out to act as a deterrent to intruders sprinkled the path leading in. Countless skylights of glass dotted its roof, identifiable thanks to the few spaces where sand hadn't covered them in the desert above. The top of the dune near the oasis was likely the top of the cave... that made this den quite massive.

At the center of the den was a plateau, bridges of stone connecting to side chambers. That plateau had been where the dragon who owned this den sat, the various chambers likely the home for the dragon's various concubines and mortal servants. The drakoni in her wanted to push that harpy down and claim him just for good measure of what this place represented to her culture; a natural instinct to dominate.

But her blade reminder her that such a thing wasn't for her nor her destiny. Her harpy travelling mate walked out into the cave, looking up at the various glass ports before letting his jaw drop in awe.

"This place... it... it's huge. Why couldn't we just... st-stay here until help finds us?" His face turned to Aitainyn, wings curling in front and covering his chest for a moment. "I... I-I'm not sure if getting help is a good idea... I-I've only heard bad things about a massive desert... this land is a place of sexual and pleasure slavery that is based around oasis like this. C-Can't we just... n-not risk being caught? S-Surely we can find food and live here... r-right?"

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The instant she started speaking, those lengthy and almost comical elfin ears twitched; Janis immediately turning and looking at her with a warm smile.

"Lil-" His voice caught and the excitement dropped. Not his smile, though, as the male continued at a whisper while turning his closed eyes toward the tree. "Yennifer... I hadn't expected to see you again tonight. Master Lochs came so close to discovering you and I figured you... well, you would take my advice."

The male slid across the bench without any hesitation, one hand on his bundled equipment as the other reached to gently grab her wrist. There really was no fear of her in this elfin despite the sides they were on being different. Pure and corrupt were never intended to meet; yet he fraternized with her like they were siblings or new lovers.

"Lady Gilda... she is the one in charge of the place. Lochs has told me much about her." His frown grew, as if able to notice the bruised drakoni passed on the street about thirty feet away. "She... is extremely xenophobic to drakoni. I suspect she also does not find demi-humans worth anything more than being collared and used. But... how did you get to see her? And... do I smell... erm..."

The elf blushed, which seemed odd since his closed eyes made it look even more awkward. Up close, she could see his lengthy and thick lashes. With some make-up, it probably wouldn't be hard at all to disguise this acolyte as a girl... a weird skill but one reputable among espionage. But it was no mistake that his lack of sight had boosted his other senses. It made plenty of sense from what she knew of his even further improved hearing to where he could hear her heartbeat. So more than likely he was smelling the jizz she'd taken to the face earlier, especially considering the uncomfortable way his face dipped and...

She could see a bulge. It wasn't a very large one, but his pants definitely had a bulge! He must have been about as big as a normal male at least! His cock wasn't as feminine as the rest of him!

"U-Um... a-anyway... I-I guess you have... i-info to share?"

Whilst she could likely be bold and push this, she had to remember they were in the middle of a park. If she was confident in her abilities, she could get that big headstart and try to seduce him to pound her... but that might also end up having her build an even sluttier reputation right off the back. And whilst the paladin wasn't nearby, there was still plenty of chance he could stumble out while she bounced on the boy's dick or sucked him off or hell, even rimmed him!

The point was that he was willing to sit and hear her out... but she could also push her sexual nature and really pour gasoline on the situation. She could even lie to him and get him somewhere alone, but that might be more challenging to convince someone who could sense her heartbeat than it'd be to get him to whip that cock out and fuck her here and now. Gilda may have been oblivious, but her potential ally in Janis was also a potentially very dangerous opponent. One that, unlike the woman, was capable of slapping her with a hammer or a line of silver and giving her pain beyond all imagination.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Aitainyn watched him go, and followed him to the cave. It did call to her... something raw, and primal was there, and her instincts to dominate were suddenly raising her hackles. She wasn't like that, though... maybe it was part of her runtish nature, but she didn't want to dominate everything she saw. In bed, certainly, she had a preference for a dominant role, and she hated defeat more than any non drakoni was likely to understand... but she didn't wish to enslave, to conquer, to exert her will over others callously and without thought to them. She was a BlackRose, and the rest of the world be damned. She would hold herself to her standards.

She had to admit, his concerns about sex slavery weren't overlydramatic. He'd just about been sold into sex slavery himself, not moments ago... but staying here wasn't an option. "This is an oasis. These are precious commodities in the desert. This cave is therefore well known as well, most likely, and attempts at hiding would likely be futile. We'll probably have to hope we meet someone we can negotiate with. If I can sell myself as a mercenary, we may get passage, however roundabout, out of here." She walked as she talked, trailing her hand across stone. So massive... it was much of her heritage, here. A forced heritage, really... she had no idea what lay in her family history, before the BlackRose name became known as a Drakoni line. The gene dominated everything it touched, after all. It had a power so primal, so raw, the seed of dragons.

"Staying here is a good idea, though. Just wandering randomly around the desert without knowing where we are is... probably the most foolish course we could take. But we're at the mercy of whoever comes by first. First things first, though. Let's go get some water, and if you don't mind, help me gather some of the larger leaves from the tree's. I'm going to try to weave you a broad hat. It should help. Then, I guess... we can pick out rooms, or somesuch." She shrugged. "I'll try to see what we can do about food. I wonder how difficult desert hunting will be."

She had a hand on her hip, while she considered things, still twirling that broom handle in her other hand. Her cup size had shrunk, and her eyes seemed more thoughtful now that she was focused on something, more alive. She'd head out the cave, towards the water, taking in the scenery and getting to work.

 

[Jiktaq]

Well, Janis was certainly adorable. At least he was going through the effort of not using her "real" name, that showed he was genuine in their friendship. It was something to work off of.

She just sighed at his question about the smell, "Yeah, don't worry about that. Let's just say I have my ways of getting into places. But that doesn't matter."

Lilith didn't make any moves to further their contact, nor did she do anything to slip away. She cared not what he did, and allowed him to do as he wish. He could take that for what he would, though if asked it would be easy to answer that she did so to err on the side of caution...explaining that she just wasn't convinced how truly friendly they could get because of what they were, and this was just all in an effort to be more comfortable with the idea.

The hybrid continued talking, "But yes, I do have information. I had in fact discovered that she is indeed not a big fan of demi-humans, drakoni especially. However, she is even a lesser fan of your order, or maybe all holy orders? She believes you and your master are muscling in because you have doubts in her family's ability to protect the town from dark influences. Yet, she had shown no inkling of realizing what I am...hilarious that."

She shook her head, and continued on, "At any rate, you should know that I suffered a...setback, fairly recently. And the "good" Lady Gilda seems open to providing me a means of bouncing back. She wishes me to open, manage, and employ myself in a brothel for the town...not that I don't mind. It'll provide me plenty of fundings, as well as a means for me to feed myself easily. And don't worry, my feeding doesn't hurt or kill anyone, if you're worried about that. However, before she approves of it...she wants me to do something for her."

Lilith looked to Janis and then made a move. She slipped her wrist out of his hold and reversed it. Now, this time, she had her hand on his arm, grabbing a hold of it, "She wants me to either sleep with you or your master. She believes that the town knowing that your order having an interest in trying me out would make the brothel more popular. Not only that, but possibly to also ruin the reputation of your order into not being taken seriously. Not exactly sure what her plan is, but she doesn't want your order around anymore. Up to you how you want to proceed with this information, but I am in a unique, negotiation position with her...and as much as I would love this miraculous chance to bounce back, the last thing I need is making enemies of you and your friends, nor would I want to ruin our friendship."

 

[BubbleLord]

The harpy listened to the smaller-chested drakoni for a moment, simply nodding and averting his gaze. Picking rooms in this place wasn't really the problem, as he soon found. This place hadn't supported its master and their harem for centuries... which meant the bedding and the like were all gone. Everything was stone support; crooks and slabs that could support fronds and makeshift bedding. It was a weird thing to deal with for the harpy as he moved up and into what must have been the room of many harem mates at once. Sighing and turning, he pushed out along with the woman to gather supplies from the oasis...

Getting water was among the most challenging for the pair to do. The harpy was easily able to fly up and pick fronds from the trees before descending, but there wasn't anything truly useful to store and hold water here. The drake had likely just walked out and drank straight from the oasis back in the day. And while it was likely she could as well, her harpy friend's body wasn't as tough and durable to endure germs even from an oasis that looked this clean. So it came down to her having to find a nice stone and dig her nails at it. It was a good ten or so minutes, but her strength and body allowed her to fashion a deep bowl and then a bottle that she could plug with another rock simply broken into a fitting shape. Was it the best? No. But it allowed her to get a jug's worth of water and transport it back to the cave.

But with her taking the harder work, the large den had been packed and prepared with plenty of fronds. Instead of the hat, the boy had amassed and wrapped them to form a large sleeping mat. But only one... and from his blush, it was exactly how it looked.

"S-Since it gets cold in the desert, I figured it would be best... t-to sleep together. You... don't mind, do you? I-I figured it was more important to prepare ahead of schedule since... even with a hat I would likely slow you down. I couldn't even evade capture..."

It'd hit the woman that she still had no name for her companion, even though they were seemingly stuck in a different part of the world with a whole new place to deal with. Comforting him, simply trying to work, whatever she chose was important; this was the only person, even if they felt forced into it, that she could depend and work with currently. His feet were about all he had to properly grab with, too... his ability to help in this type of situation was definitely minimal. His clothing wouldn't help much in the sunlight, even! They were certainly in this together, but she was the one that had to handle supporting her previous kidnap victim.

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The sudden swapping of dominance caught the elfin off-guard, certainly, but he didn't pull away. All of her words only compounded his flushed face as the situation they were in truly sank in.

"She... she... wants us to... sleep together? She's trying... I-I understand."

If she was waiting for the male to pull away, she would be sweetly surprised that he didn't. Rather, the bulge of his trousers grew and his closed-gaze angled toward her. Even without being able to see his eyes, she could read the emotion well across his face that he was embarrassed and flustered.

"S-Some say that our power is connected... t-to our virginities. But I... think that isn't true. It's from the heart and purity we bear... s-so... if she and her ways against demi-humans can be ended in this way, then we can sleep together. I-I... I do not think it would be wise to take you to the temple if we were to want to keep Lochs from seeing you. If it's near town, then one of the locals might see me, but I am certain that Gilda will be able to tell the truth. But... there is... a more important matter."

Carefully rising and - as a result - pulling her up with him, Janis carefully released his things and grabbed her other hand. She felt a cool feeling ride through her body, the pure soul of the boy reaching out deep inside her. Her very core shook in a mix of fear and excitement, and then she felt something darker within her lash back. A familiar surge of darkness that her soul held hand-in-hand and cradled long ago to harness her power. She felt, as the elfin tried to see the depths of what made her soul corrupted, a return of something.

She felt the return of a single memory that sang of Janis; the boy had been well known among circle of the vampire world because his father had been a vampire hunter. The boy born of an angel and an elfin, rumored to be the next holy warrior mortal to lead a crusade against the demonic realm itself. This acolyte, in all his effeminate charm as his face paled at her true nature and even lowered his head to try and hide his discomfort, was one of the rumored figures that the demon realm wanted to corrupt and drag into the darkness to prevent a massacre and culling that would prevent such an attack against the angels in the next few hundred years. It was all prophesies, but Zazz spoke enough about them that the memory was backed up with rumor and rumor, telling and accounts.

Janis, the one Gilda wanted her to debase and send packing so she could own her town, was one of the warriors thought to bring an end or put the demonic realm to the sword for the last two centuries of meddling heavily with the mortal realm. This elfin was to be a punisher of the demons who brought about the creation of the bunfolk, like Sunna, from their last Hell March so long ago.

And he was right here, blushing and willing to have sex with her for the sake of demi-humans... with his soul exposed. Her mind gave her the tool; it told her of the way to give herself an unholy demon dick. The bumpy beast that had broken kings, queens, warriors, and mages alike. If she desired to try it, she could take this male and start her own chance at prophecy changing and creation... but history was something that showed repetition for those who took a quick and heavy alteration of fate as their first choice. Older demons and angels believe it was this meddling that led to the demise and vanishing of the dragons... and some believe that the establishment of the prison-like levels of both the realms were born from meddlers of great and minor powers being punished.

Those who gambled with fate had the chance to tear the world asunder. And she could roll that dice right now by pounding him with a succubi cock. Fucking and pounding his soul with all her might to make it buckle and nurture a darkness just like her own.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Aitainyn had been lucky. She'd found some very particular herbs that she recognized from her lessons with an herbologist... he hadn't been able to pay her for protection, so, he'd given her some lessons instead. She brought the herb and the impromptu jug back to the cave, and used limited fire breath to heat the water, and make a nice tea with it. It would be clean, and he'd be ok drinking it, plus, it'd help keep him warm at night. She was surprised to find he'd made a single bedding out of the fronds he'd found, and would nod her head. She didn't object to his closeness, in the least. He was tall, for her, and girly and handsome, soft in all the right places, and big where it counted. She'd be lying to say she wasn't attracted to him, and if he was seeking intimacy, she hardly had any objections. Still.

"Don't think you owe me anything for helping you. It hardly makes up for the crimes I committed against you. You owe me nothing. Here, the stone is still hot, so let it cool for a bit, but when it's cool enough, you can drink this. It might taste a little bitter, but it'll have a lot of minerals and vitamins, and it'll keep you hydrated." She'd set down the jug next to the bedding, laying on her back and trying to relax. She could sleep anywhere, comfortably... soft as her own form might look, though a little leaner now, she was used to sleeping in inhospitable places as a roaming mercenary. "I'll stay warm at night, no matter how cold it gets, so it's probably best for you to stay close. I can still start a fire though, if we need one."

She'd look over him, her red eyes roaming his figure for but a moment before returning to his face. "I haven't even given you my name, have I? I apologize. My name is Aitainyn. Aitainyn BlackRose." Her tone remained as flat as her affect, but it was becoming more and more obvious that she was an innately thoughtful person, no matter her demeanor. She usually didn't talk nearly this much... she was a bit flustered by the oddity of this situation, and trying to communicate effectively and clearly, trying to make sure he'd be alright. She didn't know this harpy boy very well, but she liked him. Maybe it was just because he was so pretty, or maybe it was somewhat more.

 

[Jiktaq]

So much information to process assailed her mind, and she fought to attain it all and held it deep inside of her. Any and all knowledge and ability were precious, and she wasn't going to let any of it go. She had missed the ability to drastically change her body as she deemed fit, including that cock that had proven useful to her on many occasions. Oh how she would love the opportunity to use it once more...

But not on Janis, no...despite this new revelation brought to her, Janis was not something worth ruining, she would get no benefit out of that. There was another target she had in mind for it...a target that deserved it far more, and would give her way more rewards for ruining. Speaking of Janis...

The revelation of who exactly this boy was...mattered little to her. The going ons of the other realms did not concern her. As far as she remembered, their conflicts were cyclical and always on going. One moment one side had the upper hand, then the other...then a stalemate, and then back at it again. Stuck in perpetual conflict, with a never ending dialectic combatants that would never achieve synthesis. To ever think that there was a possibility of that conflict ending, would be the height of hubris and she wanted nothing to do with it. So long as the mortal realms were fine, she could live with it. Meanwhile, she'll take advantage of the conflicts to earn allies in her own ambitions.

She looked at the Elfin boy and sighed, "If you're fine with it...then sure. As I said, I don't want to do anything that will have you not like me. I want to have my bounce back and to keep my lips to Gilda's ear...but not if it drives you away." She looked around the area for a moment, "And I can understand your discretion...but I am uncertain of anywhere we can go to do the deed. Unless you have an idea? You know more about this town than I do."

 

[BubbleLord]

With her laying down, it didn't take long for the harpy to be reminded that whilst the sun was rising outside they had been ending their days before that teleportation... thing happened. The feather-concealed butt shifted side-to-side, only lasting a few moments on his feet before moving to join her. The thump-thud of his knees and then his butt against the primitive bedding reminded both of them how awful just fronds were; they would really need to get some of the grass from around the oasis pool so that they could make proper mats in the future if they had to stay here.

Alone as they were and side-by-side, his wings gently wreathed his body and his feet reached out to gently tap the stone container to check its warmth.

"I... am Cyo. Cyo Starbright. And... I... don't want to talk about the crimes you committed... I just want to survive."

Those cheeks flushed a bit, another few taps to the stone finally confirming it wasn't too hot for him. Only then did he look to the drakoni and then to his clothing. One of his legs bent at the scaly leg's knee, his feet expertly working in harmony to pull his shirt and clothing off. The only exception was a pair of panties that hugged his palm-filling butt and concealed his member. They were tossed nearby, his wings close to his body to hide his smooth torso and small nipples as he looked to the drakoni.

"I... do not think it'd be good for me to pick the container up." His cheeks flushed dark, his own eyes wandering up and down the more tomboyish woman before looking to the stone and its liquid cargo with a hushed whisper following. "And... since this place deals with heat well enough, s-so sleeping in the day won't be bad... b-but... harpies have... a-a need that we need to fulfill. I-I'd appreciate if you helped me w-with my body... a bit later. I-If you don't mind. Harpies who don't... cum or mate or whatever... we get dumber the longer it goes without a hard cock or a warm hole."

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While fate itself seemed to sign in relief she wouldn't be using her shapeshifting to fuck that boyhole and Janis' soul to the corrupt side, the situation's awkwardness didn't fade. Sure, she was used to having sex and just fucking anything that had legs or even didn't but had a big juicy dick, but Janis' virginity was transparent more so than anything else. Blindly looking around - ironic and fairly expected if one were honest - it wasn't until he was looking in the vague direction of the Elder Tree. It made sense he knew where it was; it was probably how he navigated so well even without those maps or a cane.

"I know... of a place. And if it's for the sake of demi-humans, then it must... be a good thing, right?"

The elfin carefully reached back and grabbed his bundle of things, picking it up and moving toward the Elder Tree itself. There weren't too many people as he guided them toward the massive tree; the hour growing later meant more folks were going to drink or bed. They pushed right up the hill and right up alongside the massive flora, its brilliant glowing canopy blotting out the moonlight. It was easily wider than some carts, this ancient tree... but she'd feel a warmth spread through her as Janis touched it. The roots wavered, but the ground didn't move; it was an illusion or perhaps a movement into a different place...

And then the next moment, the world itself seemed trapped in that moonlight glow of the leaves, the darkness around them growing until they were standing on a mound among a sea of darkness. This was a different realm... or perhaps more accurately it was a realm within a realm. And it was now that the elfin turned and gently let his things clunk to the ground.

"This... is the Elder realm. Here, we're alone a-and... we can act without thinking of others." His closed eyes didn't stop him from practically looking through her, his hand gently moving and worming his grip to take both of her hands like the inexperienced holy boy he was. "I-I cannot see, but... I-I can promise to... try my best to make it feel good for you. I know that your kind have... different expectations. Demi-humans of angelic descent like me aren't very... skillful at sex from what I've heard. That's why they try to corrupt us; to awaken our darker states. I guess it's a lot like why the orders like to try and purify bunfolk and lupine; to try and make a creature both smart and capable of physical feats. All the angelic demi-humans like me are all brains... our stamina can't really compet- sorry... I-I'm babbling."

Releasing her hands, Janis dropped to his knees and grabbed at her clothes, uncertain as he fumbled with them. And when both of his hands found her hips, feeling how soft and curvy she was, the bulge between his legs only grew.

"Y-You're extremely... erm... thick... here. My sister and mother told me that hips like these are only fitting for a mother who's given birth, b-but... I didn't think that someone could... b-be so soft, too..."

If she didn't do something, she'd likely have Janis grabbing and trying to rationalize her demonic proportions all night; sometimes being a demon in human disguise wasn't a good thing, particularly when about to have sex with a pretty holy warrior who was blind and learning what a real woman could truly be in the process.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Aitainyn looked over at him, from where she lay. "Then, it's nice to meet you, Cyo." He was... taking his clothes off. Well, it wasn't an uncommon habit, unless you were a mercenary who might need to fight anytime, and tended to sleep even in armor. She'd lift the jug, then and look at him. "Here, sit up. Tilt your head back a little. The drink is cooler than the stone it's in, it won't burn you." If he cooperated, she'd pour for him, so that he could drink his fill, slowly and carefully. She had a naturally gentle, nurturing nature. When he told her about harpies growing dumb from lack of sex, she blinked, then blushed. "Is that... wow. I had no idea. If you need to use my body to sate your lusts, you are welcome to do so. It's... it's the least I can do." She couldn't quite manage to look him in the eyes while she said that. She'd done plenty that she wasn't proud of, but she'd almost crossed a line, there. One she had long ago promised herself she never would.

In truth, she was hesitant to have sex. Most of her sexual experience involved large drakoni abusing her, and she'd hated it enough that she'd avoided sex most of her life. She had little experience, and wasn't really sure how to go about such things. She was sort of hoping he'd know what to do. She didn't like to embarrass herself over things she didn't know much about. Even when she'd liked boys or girls, she had a hard time telling them, because in a world that was sex crazed, she had little experience and found herself often repulsed by the things she witnessed, let alone experienced, that had to do with sex. When Cyo was done drinking, she'd lay back again, after setting the jug down, and would stroke his feathered 'hair', trying to comfort and soothe... and hoping she was doing so, instead of simply repulsing him. Just because he was sexually attracted to her and she was helping him didn't mean he actually liked her, or wanted affection from her, especially after what she'd done to him. She was starved for acceptance and intimate contact, and tried, quietly, to find affection from others from time to time. It usually didn't end well.

 

[Jiktaq]

Well, she wasn't expecting this. She knew of the Heavens and the Hells, but this "Elder Realm" was something entirely else. Really makes one ask just how many different realms there were in this world. Magic was one hell of a bitch. Who knows what exactly was out there, even things that were outside of their comprehension. It was a thing she often times catch herself pondering. She even had a thought experiment about the stars really being giant cosmic beings watching over them. How crazy was that?

But back to reality, or something close enough to it, Lilith just smiled at Janis. His inexperience was telling, but quite charming. She had a grin on her face and she almost laughed as he stumbled about trying to create atmosphere between the two of them. She even let slide the "thick" comments...she knew men liked wide hips on their women.

She let out a sigh, "Janis, dearie...if you keep this up, we'll be here all night and you still wouldn't have done anything." She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him gently. This would result in him stumbling backwards and against the tree. When he was done, she would make her move of standing over him and then falling onto him, bouncing her ass in his lap. She poured as her hands came more gently onto his being.

"Since this is your first...how about you leave it all to me, mmm? Just lay back and relax. By the way, you can call me Lilith as much as you want now...unless you like the sound of Yennifer more." She leaned in and gave him a peck on his cheek. After that, she let her hands come to his head and moved it up and to the side. Her lips then moved to his neck and started to kiss and suck on the flesh that was there.

Many people believe being bitten by a Vampire would turn one into a vampire. That wasn't true. For the most part, Vampires sucked the life essence of their victims by drinking their blood. So no one would survive it unless the drink was interrupted. And really one had to go through a ritual to turn another person into a Vampire...though those were Thralls, not Vampires. To be a true Vampire, you had to spend a life time to master blood magic, a certain niche of necromancy...or be born from true Vampires.

She let her hips gyrate and roll as she straddled the Elfin's lap. His hands were mostly free so he was free to do whatever he wished. Meanwhile, her hands moved from his head and down to his clothing...working to strip him so she could have access to his body.

 

[BubbleLord]

The whole time Cyo drank, it was rather impressive; his wings eased a bit and lowered to allow him to close his eyes and simply open his mouth and glug it expertly. Deepthroating was in harpy genetics based on how easily he drank from the container and how much he put away; it didn't take very long at all for it to be lowered and the harpy to gasp for air. His dark skin flushed a bit as he turned his gaze toward the girl now stroking him... and she could see the girly underwear stretching around his cock. The bumb of the harpy knot, even deflated, made it look a bit like a club cock despite its human shape otherwise. All the petting reminded him of how close he had come to getting raped and used as a servant, either to break or accept his new position... and that only put more images of his butt getting fingered and fucked or his face and dick being ridden by women. The sexual idea of being made into an object, compared to any other species, was much more prevalent in the angelic bird demi-humans. They were an anomaly in many ways. Their stamina was fairly poor, but they came and liked to fuck regularly. They were weak but threw their hips with reckless abandon that left bruises on them from their roughest sex.

It was like the angel that had spawned their species of demi-human was interested in what a feeble body that loved sex could be, whether or not the user was intelligent; a species born to crave and test what sexual interaction benefits brought. Perhaps that was why the harpies were some of the oldest species of demi-humans... either way, it explained a lot when Aitainyn felt those wings push against her and tug her to the bedding and lay her on her back. The harpy wasn't strong or trying to be overtly pushy; he was panting and his hips wagging, the fabric of his panties straining with all six inches of his member.

"S-Sate... lusts... now then, o-okay? L-Let me f-fuck something o-or... m-m-my butt? Something... something for.... passing the time until we fall asleep."

A drakoni herm, even a runt, had nothing to fear with harpies; their entire species cared nothing for gender when it came to their preferences. It was why harpies weren't the largest species despite these rutting desires; they would fuck boys and take male mates. Gender didn't matter as much as the pleasure and satisfaction; the angel's way of ensuring the species never grew too numerous and became an asset of the demons, no doubt.

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"B-But... sh-shouldn't a man... you know... take... the lead?"

Janis awkwardly moved his hands back to her great ass, his hands worming into her clothes while biting his lip from her kissing and sucking. If she wasn't careful and grazed him with those fangs, this would probably turn really bad between the two since he might take it as an attack. Thankfully for both of them - especially the virgin - his hands would squeeze and grope her backside whenever one tooth strayed close, forcing her just enough off course. His breath on her neck was apparent, too, but it wasn't until she grabbed at his pants that the elfin gently bit at her ear. And fuck if it wasn't like a god had strapped vibrators over her entire body for half a second, his tongue rolling off it and his mouth leaving as the male part of him grew more rapid with lust. Elfin ears were so large and sensitive that it made sense he could make an ear nip feel good, but fuck! She'd not even realized it made her tug his pants wide, the button popped and the bulge of his boxers nice and thick.

"N-Nff... Lil... ith... w-we only just met and yet..."

She'd feel the male squeezed her ass, pushing the pair of them over and down into the grass on their isolated island. He was over her, his groin pushing down so that his underwear and its bulge thumped against her cunt. Her pesky clothes and his were still in the way, but it didn't stop the elfin from reaching his hands to rest on her cheeks. And for the first time, he brought them around and rested his forehead against hers so that his scarred and shut eyes were before her.

"I-I... want to feel the real you. Good and evil aren't the same as corrupt and pure... I only see you for who you are, not what you are... but I want to feel the real you... i-if this isn't the real you. Every pa- your... breasts are really big."

His gaze looked down between them, his chest pressed against her mammaries, before looking back to her and sliding his right hand down to give her exactly what she wanted. The trousers came down and she'd feel the thud of his human-like dick on her groin. Elfin weren't special in having a different dick, unfortunately... but all of his inches had a nice girth to them; and elfin stamina was the best among the angelic demi-humans from their ties to forest spirits.

"C-Can we... erm... fellate each other? You know, where I... p-pleasure you and you pleasure me?"

She was working with someone so inexperienced he didn't even know what positions were called. Just great.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Aitainyn wasn't sure what to do with herself when he crawled atop her, begging for sex... and it was plain to see that lust indeed dumbed him. It clouded any species thoughts, but it seemed that for harpies, it was dialed up in an extreme way. After seeing him drink, though, and feeling the dominating instincts of her kind riled up from his begging, and this place... she had to catch her breath. Her hands moved to his hips, holding them gently, squeezing them, roaming back to his butt and cupping it. He was so very soft... "You are... have... your throat is capable of amazing things. The way you drank that tea, I've never seen that before. Would you mind, ehem... that is..." She was having issue remaining civil now, her bulge massive and throbbing. She lifted him up and off of her, and stood over him. She had permission, now. He wanted it... no, needed it. And if his timid demeanor were any indication, he was submissive. Nothing stirred dominant instincts like submission. "If I... we need a safe word. Pick a safe word. If you want me to stop, for any reason, you say that word. I can't promise I will listen to anything else, once I get going." Once she looked to sate her own desires, the world tended to drown out... especially if she was given leave to go about it her way. She'd wait to hear his word... then she'd be upon him.

First, she wanted his throat. She wanted it, and she wanted it -now-. Her hands pulled aside that clothing, freeing her tremulous donger, and stroking it, not that it needed the help to harden. It was as hard as could be... and jet black, like her scales, a gleaming ebony that drank in the light, with a head that managed to be even darker than the shaft, foreskin peeled back with eager claw-tipped fingers. A hand would cup his cheek gently, and she'd smile to him, then it'd slide to the back of his head, and she'd thrust her cock into his maw, roughly, and grab his head with both hands, then proceed to jackhammer his throat with all her might. She knew she was getting carried away, but she didn't care. He was an object to her now, and she would use him to sate her lusts. Her cock soon gleamed with his saliva, as she pounded his face, her pelvis thrusting in and out of his vision, his nose bumping her crotch over and over, chin wetting with the slick pussy underneath that cock.

She gasped and moaned raggedly above him, her movements jerky at times, but keeping to a decent rhythm. Soon, she felt herself ready to blow, and would sheath herself in him, holding his head tightly to her as she blew her load down his throat... and it was a fat load, at that. When she was done, panting, she'd throw him down, and spin him over onto his stomach, effortlessly hoisting his ass into the air, and using a hand to plant his face against the floor, not allowing him to do anything but meekly submit, face down, ass up. She swatted his ass with one hand, then lined up her cock, and started to push in...

 

[Jiktaq]

It was cute that he had preconceived notions of what sex should be like. He really was a virgin...so much so one could consider he was so mentally pure, that you could cook an egg on his head from the sheer radiance of his thoughts passing heat onto his head. At least his hands were good at what they wanted to do, feeling up her plump but firm ass as it liked. It was a good indicator of how not far to go with her attentions, and it felt nice. As she gyrated on him, she made sure to push against those hands to let him have his fun.

But then that nip happened on her ear and she went rigid. She could have let out a startled moan if such a thing was possible she was so blind sighted by the pleasure it gave her. What was that? How did that happen? It happened so sudden that she tore at his pants and became easily overpowered. That caused her to give out a surprised yelp as she was on her back with her legs splayed wide open while he was between them. Certainly not a position she was unfamiliar with, but it wasn't often that she got surprised into such a position. It seems this boy was still very much full of surprises.

Especially when he got them into such an intimate position and asked his question. He really wanted her to expose herself to him? To show him his true form? He really was something else, completely unlike any respectable member of the clergy should be. How did this boy even get involve in such things if he would be perfectly fine with whatever she is? Though, it did make her almost chuckle at the idea of how he would react to her true form. As much as she would have liked to take his virginity...would he hesitate at feeling her up and fucking her knowing that she was a vampire and a succubus? The little bastard couldn't even keep a single train of thought in his head as he started talking about her breasts. The inexperience was hysterical to the experienced abomination of darkness.

However, that cock ruined all levity of the situation she was feeling. He truly was packing, and it was deceptively so considering his outward appearance. Though she had almost started to laugh again thanks to his complete lack of knowledge of sex. He even used the term "fellate"...by the Hells he was so...so innocent.

The demoness just sighed, "I suppose I could show you...considering it would ruin the mood if you keep trying to ask only to stop mid-thought because you are so woman hungry, you little perv. I can humor your curiosity..." The Elfin man would hear the snap of the woman's fingers, signaling the shadows to once more consume her body. He would feel her clothes disappear from her body as they lose their physicality and swarm her very being. The shadows then dispersed and leave her as she truly was...in her fully glory.

Lilith reached for both of his hands and brought them to her behind. First he would feel her tail and her wings with both hands, one hand running up and down the length of the tail while the other felt the membrane of her wings. She had to fight a coo at that feeling, as they did feel wonderful to be messed with. But soon they would come up to her head. One would go inside of her mouth and feel her fangs, while the other would go up and feel all four of her horns and their unique contours.

As she let that happen, she simply stated, "And for you to know visually...I have red skin, and predator eyes...I am the unholy offspring of a true Vampire, and an Incubus...becoming a vampiric succubus. Corruption and darkness is my very being, so I hope that doesn't turn you off. And the terms you should be using is me "blowing" you, and you "eating me out". And yes, we can try that if you want...but you should be warned. I am told by many mortals that my nectar is quite...intoxicating and addictive...they simply just love the taste of it. Now whether if all of that is true, well...that would be telling." She giggled a bit to indicate to the boy that she was joking.

 

[BubbleLord]

On his knees for the now-standing woman, there wasn't a safe-word established; she fed his open maw a fat drakoni knob and his world became all about serving it. Even if he was meek and seemed inexperienced, her very first head-holding thrust smacked her cock's base against his chin and his nose into her crotch. The jackhammering didn't even phase him, each wet smack of her hips against him growing louder from the spittle and drool coating her meatspear.

And her load was just as appreciated; specifically when his throat clenched around her shaft to keep every drop of her gooey cargo where it was heading. His stomach was nice and filled - sadly not bulging - so he wasn't even all there yet when she pushed his feathered head face-down against the bedding. The bird-like tail flitted up from the hard smack; his ass shook and even scored a hand-print. It wasn't until her cock smacked against his butthole that his eyes gained some idea that he was getting used.

"Fuck me <3~."

Though there was no way to see hearts, she practically felt the filthy sex get that much dirtier as his cock stiffly throbbed between his thighs. Her dick wasn't hindered in the slightest, sheathing her black sword in her harpy cocksleeve with a lewd thwap against him.

Every inch she had inside of him was getting squeezed by muscles that must have been traded between male and female alike; his butt felt like a pussy skilled at pushing out eggs! But before she could even withdraw, she'd feel those bird-like feet slip up behind her and squeeze each side of her meaty butt. Even though his wings were protecting him and gently pushed to the ground, his legs were still trying to help the buttfucking now that she was dominating him thoroughly. And she could feel him tug her out before trying to push her right back in with a lewd clap.

Cyo here must be a buttslut; perfect for nutting out every bit of stored drakoni seed she's got in her! She fucked his face and now that harpy buttpussy needed a proper drakoni breeding; even if she wasn't going to be fertilizing any butt-eggs. This hole was hers to gape and shape; and there was certainly no safe word between the sex-dazed, lip-biting, and cum-fed boy's ears right now except "harder".

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All the information overload took Janis some time to understand. Miraculously he kept his eyes closed the whole time, a sweat coming to him as he felt the cock-like tail and those wings. Her fangs made him pale and each horn made him shake a bit more.

But her description stilled him and brought color back, his sweat fading and the smile returning. Then he pressed their lips together and basically tried to forget being told about sex terminology for chumps. His tongue pushed into her mouth cautiously, gently pressing against the front of her teeth and lower fangs before slipping further and enjoying her taste properly. One hand swept to her pillowy ass and squeezed harder, gyrating his hips so that the elfin's cock brushed up her nice and slow.

The other grabbed her by one of her forward facing horns, holding her still so he could press their foreheads together as best as possible without getting poked. Considering their tongues playfully mingling for a good minute, it seemed pretty successful! But at last they parted and his hand on her horn gently turned her head so he could lean in and gently bite down on her ear lobe yet again. A pulse of pleasure shot through her, but far more contained this time as he whispered right to her.

"You're Lilith."

His tongue brushing her for the L's and the TH sent pleasure through her cunt in quick succession. His hands left her head stabbers and cock-teasing backside, each moving to grab at her chest between them and push her breasts so that his pointer fingers could flick her nipples and his earplay could really start. Each brush of his tongue send a boom through her cunt, each squeeze of his teeth made her chest hot, and just tugging at her ear and the blind male was making her tail thrash involuntarily. It was like the ultimate foreplay, his cock grinding between her thighs and over her groin again and again in rhythm with the barrage of attacks across her body.

The holy order can't be so bad if they have sex-curious prospects like Janis, right?

Either way, she felt him draw back his hips and his cock slip toward her pussy.

And then slip off how wet she was downward, catching right in her ass and carrying him right to the base with a lewd thump. Held in an anal mating press like some mortal bitch, she could feel her ear let go and got to hear Janis cutely moan in his gender-bordering voice. His hands squeezed her chest hard for a moment to attune to being balls deep in a succubus butt... but she had all of those inches packed away and the holy warrior shaking as he fought the urge to no doubt cum outright.

And she finally saw his eyes open; the eyelids had finally snapped open, his faded grey eyes bearing tarnished and damaged iris of glimmering gold. But there were no pupils; his eyesight was truly gone and she finally had the proof. This boy truly sensed through his magical power and intuition; perhaps he was one of the few holy warriors in all the land to follow his heart like they say.

Either way, she had him right on the edge of flooding her asshole with elfin seed... probably for the best so she didn't risk getting purified or something if he came inside her pussy.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Aitainyn waited for a moment, but he didn't give her a safe word. She hoped it'd be alright... she couldn't wait any longer. It wasn't until he was face down and ass up that she realized he was even more into this than she was, and she'd lost her goddamned mind. Well, and so... there was unlikely any need to hold back. She suspected that his resilience and desire far outweighed her own, anyway. In that case...

"Prepare. Your. Anus." The cavern trembled underneath her feet, against his face. Her cock in him trembled as well, practically vibrating. Small rocks floated in the air, dust kicked up everywhere. Aitainyn roared, as she entered her transformation, her grip tightening on his backside, her muscles expanding... and her cock with them. It grew somewhat, and a heft sack of nuts appeared... more than heft. Perhaps it wasn't a regular part of her combat transformation, but somewhat else altogether... a sexually based transformation. Those nuts bloated with seed, hung heavily, the size of yummy yummy clementines. She plowed him into the rocky floor, heaving and hammering his soft ass, and she felt his feet on her butt, egging her on.

Aitainyn grabbed his waist and lifted him. He was taller than she was, so it was a tad awkward, but she had the strength to do it and then some, and her wings expanded at her back, fanning out and beating the air, helping her keep balance and stirring up the cave around them more. Aitainyn roared as she pumped him up and down on her cock, bucking her hips with the motions to further the motions, her cock gaining girth with length and giving his asshole a good stress test. After a little while of this, he was tossed down on the ground again, laid on his back this time, his legs spread wide and hips lifted as she inserted herself into him again, and grabbed his cock in hand, pumping it vigorously with her motions. She was still going all out, jackhammering, not flagging in the least... her energy was terrifying on the battlefield. She held his hips in both hands, thrusting deeply into him one final time, testes seizing, and emptied her load into him... for nearly a full minute.

Once she was done filling him with dragon spunk, Aitainyn slumped down against him, needing a moment to catch her breath. Instead of just laying there, though, she rested her head on his tummy, and played with his cock, first kissing the tip and nuzzling it against her cheek, then suckling the head into her mouth, tasting it, swirling her tongue around it. It was delicious.... she found she quite liked idly sucking his cock while she rested. A hand played with his sack of nuts, caressing and gently squeezing the orbs, before dipping down, and fingering his butthole a little. He was just so soft, and delicious all over...

 

[Jiktaq]

By the Hells, how in the hell did a innocent virgin like this boy know how to do foreplay like this!? It has been years, maybe even decades since the last time she had felt anybody ever be able to make her feel like the way that Janis was making her feel. It was incredible! She was starting to rethink her position of not corrupting the boy and just taking him for her own purposes if he could make her feel like this. She couldn't even make comments about it as all she could do was coo, purr, and moan into his mouth as he assaulted her oral cavity. Meanwhile her body just wiggled, gyrated, and squirmed from all of the sensations.

What in the Hells was this Elfin!?

And then...it happened.

A loud moan came from Lilith as Janis speared his way into her ass and filled her backside with his girth and heat. She was already panting thanks to build up that the boy had made her go through. This virgin was making her a mess of nerves and he didn't even do much. All she could do was just stare up at those blind eyes as her puckered hole clenched on his member desperately. It was almost as if her ass didn't want him to leave it.

After a bit of time, Lilith swallowed her inability to speak and tried to regain her snarky, teasing attitude, "W-well...You, uh...got it in the w-wrong...hole. B-but, I'm not gonna stop you...if you wanna continue there." She cooed as she moved her hips to try and get her ass to thrust against his cock while her legs wrapped around him, or tried to anyway.

She licked her lips, "C'mon...s-stud...show me what you got."