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Illina – The Free City of Raratha

If Fox wanted me to be a whore, I would be the best-damned whore he had. It was far, far better than some of the alternatives. I’d keep him happy until I could get out of this city and away from Kurg Widowmaker.

I fell to my knees before the halfling thief. His cock thrust out before him. For his size, it looked massive, putting him on par with Barg. Kneeling only put me on eye-level with the halfling, my small breasts quivering. I bent over more, ducking my head down. Fiery curls spilled about my face as I pressed my lips against the bronze tip of his cock.

I engulfed it. Sucked.

“Pater’s cock,” he groaned at the warmth of my mouth engulfing his cock. Pleasure spilled over his face. His right hand grabbed my hair. “Illina… Gods damn, you got a bit of slut in you.”

“Not surprising,” purred Owl. The halfling female grabbed my butt-cheeks with her small hands. They felt too tiny, a strange sensation to experience. “You know how she steals from those rich women. Illina likes to be naughty.”

She nuzzled into my pussy and licked at my hot flesh. And I was hot. Sucking cock was a delight. My lips hollowed around Fox’s dick. My body’s reproductive system lubed my pussy. The rhythm of my heart increased as I nursed. I wiggled my hips back and forth, smearing my cuntlips against Owl’s hungry mouth.

Her tongue darted through my folds. She fluttered up and down while my tongue danced around Fox’s dick. I stared up his muscular body. He grinned at me, the scar twisting across his cheek. He held my hair and plunged his dick forward.

He buried it into the back of my throat.

“Cernere’s black cunt, you got a mouth on you,” he panted. “Krab built your ancestor right and Las put that right amount of whore into her!”

My cheeks hollowed as I nursed on him. My tongue danced, caressing around his cock. I loved the feel of him in my mouth. That big, throbbing girth. The way his cock twitched in my mouth. He felt incredible. Tasted incredible. Precum spilled salty over my mouth.

My nervous system drank in the sensations of Owl’s tongue running up and down my pussy lips. The halfling female devoured my snatch. She rubbed her face into my hairless twat, smearing her mouth and nose and cheeks against my labia and clit.

I reveled in it. Pleasure rippled through my body, mixing with the kinky thrill of blowing the halfling crime boss. He groaned as he fucked his cock in and out of my mouth. He grinned down at me, delight shining in his eyes.

“Illina!” he groaned. “Gods damn, it is nice feeling that mouth around me.”

“Mmm, you’re going to love her pussy, too!” Owl moaned. “Hot and juicy.” Her tongue buried into my depths, fluttering up and down.

“Get that snatch ready for me!” groaned Fox, his cock ramming forward.

He struck the back of my throat on every plunge, grunting. Groaning. His hands tightened in my hair. He drew back, pulling his cock until only the crown remained in my mouth. My tongue caressed around it while I braced myself.

He grinned.

Thrust.

His cock rammed hard to the back of my throat and kept going. My relaxed throat took his shaft. I swallowed him without coughing or gagging. He slammed his dick down my gullet. His balls smacked into my chin with a meaty thwack.

I moaned around his cock, giving him the best-damned pleasure I could. My own bliss rippled through my nervous system. Owl’s naughty tongue, smaller than any I’d ever had licking my pussy, felt amazing. She could stroke it with such skill, getting into all the little folds.

She found my clit and sucked on it.

I whimpered around Fox’s dick thrusting down my throat.

“Cernere’s black cunt, that’s good!” Fox groaned as he drew back his cock.

I moaned the entire time, letting my vocal cords buzz around his dick. Stimulating him. Teasing him. It was easy with Owl’s tongue dancing around my clit. Her little lips sealed on the bud, sucking. My pussy clenched. My pleasure building and building.

If they wanted me to be a whore, I’d enjoy myself.

I sucked with hunger on his cock, drool running down my chin, as he rammed back down my throat. Balls cracked into my chin. My nose buried in his pubic hair. I groaned around him, the pleasure screaming through my body.

He used me. Fucked my throat like a pussy. Fast and hard.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

His nutsack spanked into my chin over and over, the fleshy sound echoing through the underground lair. My pussy clenched, Owl’s lips nursing on my bud and driving me towards my orgasm. My body quivered, red hair swaying about my head.

“Gods damn, you want my cum!” Fox groaned. “Clockwork slut! Krab, you amazing god, what an amazing creation!”

He buried to the hilt in me.

CRACK!

His cum fired down my throat. Hot jizz flooded straight down into my belly. Blast after blast of his spunk erupted from his cock and pumped into my stomach. His cock pulsed in my throat.

He used me and didn’t even give me a taste of his jizz.

I came.

My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out, bathing Owl’s face. I trembled, my little titties shaking as my body quivered. Waves of rapture washed out of my cunt. Owl’s tongue danced over my pussy lips. She moaned out in delight as she feasted on me.

“Swallow all that cum!” he groaned. “Krab’s big tool and Pater’s cock, yes!”

He trembled over me, firing a final blast of cum as my pussy writhed and spasmed. My juices flooded Owl’s mouth. She swallowed them all, her fingers digging into my rump. She held me tight as I trembled through my rapture. My pleasure peaked, my nervous system buzzing in delight.

Fox ripped his cock out of my mouth. I panted, drool dribbling down my chin. My digestive system brimmed with his cum. I panted, my heart’s rhythm fast, pumping my blood through my circulatory system.

“Illina, damn, you are a treat,” he said, sinking back down on his pillows. They were a pile of purples and blues and grays, all tasseled in gold or silver. His own reclining throne of pleasure. His cock thrust up hard before him.

He hadn’t gone soft. Halfling males had insatiable libidos. When six out of seven members of their race were born female, their men had a lot of horny cunts to satiate. They were the opposite of male dwarves, who had the opposite problem. Their women were so horny, needing six males each to keep them satiated.

“Well?” he asked, waving his cock. “That was just a taste. I need the full payment.”

My pussy tingled from the orgasm Owl gave me. The halfling female’s tongue still fluttered over my pussy lips. I smiled at Fox and crawled to him, pulling my cunt from Owl’s face. I mounted the pillows. Him. I straddled him and grabbed his cock.

“How long have you been wanting a taste of my cunt?” I asked, wiggling my hips. I pressed the tip of his dick into my hairless folds. If he wanted me to be a whore, I would make it memorable. “Huh?”

“I want a taste of every female thief’s cunt in Raratha.” He grinned at me. “I’ve enjoyed most. At least the ones worth fucking.”

“Mmm, he has,” Owl moaned, throwing herself down beside us.

Giggles giggled. The knife-wielding assassin slid in on the other side. She held a stiletto in her hand, sliding the tip of the knife around her areola. The lust in her eyes sent a shiver through me. I’d hate to be on her bad side.

Well, Fox’s bad side. She just killed whomever he let her.

Not that I had any reason to fear her for now. So long as I was useful to Fox. He’d keep me alive. In fact, he wouldn’t ever let me leave. He’d string me along, make excuses on why he couldn’t help me leave. So I had to make sure I got the most out of him and make my own plans to escape out of the city.

I’d have to steal myself from his grasp.

I slammed my cunt down his cock. I buried to the hilt in him. My pussy engulfed his shaft. That wonderful bliss rippled through me. He had a nice dick. Thick and long. I slid further and further down him until his pubic hair tickled my hairless pussy.

I shuddered and glanced at my lover.

Barg leaned against the wall, watching. He wasn’t the only one. Other members of Fox’s inner harem were watching as they lounged around the lair, rubbing their halfling cunts. I shuddered and wiggled my hips, savoring the pleasure of his dick filling me.

I leaned over him as I worked my cunt up and down his cock. I swiveled my hips, my snatch stirring around his shaft. He groaned, scarred face twisting with pleasure. I smiled down at him as I loved his dick with my pussy.

“Mmm, you like that?” I asked, my hands planted into the pillows over his head. My breasts were almost on his face. “My clockwork cunt around your cock?”

“Gods, yes!” he moaned. “Cernere’s black cunt, you got a hole on you, don’t you. That tight pussy must have all the noble women of Raratha begging to be robbed.”

“They lined up for the thrill of my tongue running over their body. Teasing them. Pleasing them.” I squeezed my cunt around his cock as I rose up him.

He groaned.

“Stripping off their jewelry as I feasted on their cunts. Sucking on their nipples.” I flicked my tongue across my lips. “The things I can do with my mouth.”

“I noticed,” he panted. His hands stroked my sides, so small yet strong. They gripped me as I slammed down his cock stretching out my cunt. My clit ached on every downstroke, teased by his pubic hair.

Giggles squirmed and giggled. She slid the tip of her knife down her body towards her pussy. She kept herself shaved. She pressed the edge of her knife against her cuntlips, almost threatening to harm herself, her eyes smoldering.

“Ride him,” whimpered Owl on my other side. She rubbed at her twat as she watched me ride her halfling lover. “Make him cum in your snatch.”

“Yes, yes, you want to spill in my cunt,” I moaned, my pussy clenching around him, increasing the friction. My nervous system conducted the bliss through my body.

“Gods, you know I do,” he groaned. “Just flood your clockwork cunt. Damn, this feels just like a real pussy.”

“It is real pussy,” I moaned. “God-forged to be perfection and brought to life by Las’s cum.”

He shuddered and then his head snapped up. He engulfed a pink nipple, sucking on it. I gasped, my cunt clenching down hard on him. Pleasure rippled up my body. My snatch held him tight. The pleasure rushed through me, setting my nervous system alight with delight.

His hungry lips nursed on my nub. I leaned over more, pressing my firm titties into his lip. I worked my cunt up and down his cock, my pleasure building and building. He filled me wonderfully. My clit and pussy lips drank in the feel of his pubic hair. The ticklish bush rubbed on the sensitive lips of my cunt.

I would cum so hard on him.

Explode.

It would be incredible.

I whimpered and moaned. My hips swiveled from side to side, stirring him up in my cunt and reveling in the feel of him in me. That wonderful cock stretched me out. I squeezed around him on every upstroke, gripping him. Sucking at his cock.

He groaned around my nipple. He nursed with hunger.

My fingers clenched into the pillow. I slammed my cunt back down his cock, my orgasm hurtling closer and closer. My heart’s rhythm pumped blood fast through me. Hot. I whimpered, my red hair dancing around my cheeks.

“Cernere’s black cunt!” I moaned and slammed my pussy down that big, throbbing cock. I took him to the hilt. “Yes!”

I exploded.

My orgasm rippled around my pussy. The pleasure electrified my nervous system. My head tossed back, red hair dancing. My cunt writhed around his cock as I rode him, thighs flexing. My juices bathed his shaft.

He ripped his mouth off my cock. “Gods damn, Illina, that perfect cunt!”

“Cum in me!” I moaned, slamming my pussy down his cock. “Give me the seed to build a daughter! Fuel my reproductive system with your halfling cum!”

“Pater’s cock and Slata’s hairy cunt!” he moaned as I slammed my spasming pussy down his cock.

He erupted.

Hot jizz splashed against my cervix. My womb didn’t take it. I chose which jizz I saved, but he didn’t have to know that. He spilled through my pussy as my cunt rippled and writhed around him. I trembled atop him, my snatch working hard and fast. I drew out blast after blast of his cum. I worked out every last drop. I groaned, stars dancing before my vision.

He groaned with each spurt. He panted and shuddered on the pillows. I milked him dry. My naughty cunt rippled around him while the ecstasy spilled into my mind. He grinned up at me, thinking he used me.

I used him. I savored my orgasm. I enjoyed paying this cheaper price for room and board. My fingers dug into the pillows. I shuddered and moaned, my head turning, glancing at Brag. He watched with dark eyes.

I didn’t mind that he watched. He wasn’t the jealous type. What we had between us could not be touched by a halfling and his cock.

“Mmm, I guess I get to eat today,” I purred, a smell on my lips.

Fox laughed. Giggles, well, did her thing while Owl chortled. “Yes, you get to eat.” His hand slid down and grabbed my ass. “But Barg…”

“Mmm, want a taste of my perfect bowels now?” I asked, not hesitating. “How do you want to enjoy me next?”

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Barg

After Illina paid for our daily bread, we left the lair for the first time in clothes to hide us. Illina wore a heavier toga than normal, trying to hide as much of her unusual skin as possible. Her hair was still wet, smelling faintly of licorice from the black dye staining it, transforming her appearance.

I wore Halanian pantaloons and a vest in an attempt to hide my origin. Though I was far blacker than those desertmen across the Nimborgoth. They had a rich-brown to their skin, not the pure black of my hide.

“This is insane,” Illina said as we watched the palace of Lord and Lady Korvan. It lay on the cliffs overlooking the city, near the Saltspray palace. Behind us, were the city walls and then the endless olive orchards grew. The wealth of Raratha ringed the city. We stood in the shadows of one tree, watching the comings and goings.

“True,” I said, tensing as none other than our hunter, Kurg Widowmaker, stomped out of the front gate.

The dwarf had a foul temper. The traffic on the road—a mix of servants of the rich running errands for the merchant lords who lived on this road, and laborers carrying the latest harvest of olives to the various manufacturers to be pressed and distilled into lamp oil—melted out of the armored menace’s path. A woman screamed and threw herself into the grass off the road to get out of his way.

Kurg spat on her and stalked by, not noticing us in our shadowed spot.

I wished the city walls weren’t enchanted. The nobility of Raratha didn’t like the idea of smugglers. If you tried climbing over them, you’d run afoul of magery. I didn’t want to be wrapped up in the air until a mage showed up to unravel the binding while the city guard waited to ask me questions.

Worse, I didn’t want Illina to be caught and hung.

By ship or through one of the gates was our only way out, and if there were sniffers patrolling them, there would be no getting out those ways. Not with enough guardsmen to make the chance too dicey to risk Illina. We needed money for bribes. Expensive ones.

Would Fox actually give us the money after we robbed Lord Korvan’s strongroom? Or would he find some excuse to get us to do something else? I imagined he expected us to come begging to him in a few days for lesser jobs.

Reasonable jobs.

He then could spend months letting us build up the amount to pay his bribes, and he would keep saying we were incurring more and more costs. More and more reasons to keep a leash on us. Illina would hate it. She didn’t like serving. She liked holding the leash. And while the weeks and months wore on, the search for us would dwindle. Lord Korvan would stop financing his wife’s crusade for us. Kurg wouldn’t have a reason to hunt us.

Then Fox would just suggest we stay. Keep working for him. By then, we’d be owned by him. His slaves.

“We’re never going to get in there and carry out the money,” Illina said in disgust. “Not with just the two of us. We’d need an entire crew of dwarves to carry out that much gold.”

“We can’t even get in there without getting spotted,” I said. “You know those walls are enchanted. The only way in or out is through the gate or under.”

“Even tunneling’s not good enough,” Illina said. “We’d never empty half of the coffers before someone discovered we’d sapped our way in and…”

I glanced at her. “What?”

“Mother’s 11th rule,” she said, grinning at me, her dyed-black hair swaying about her pale face.

“I guess we do need to sap,” I said, her idea sparking in me. “I’ll start digging the hole tonight.”

Illina leaned against me, resting her head on my shoulder. “Thank you. You’re a good friend.”

“Your mother asked me to watch over you,” I answered, enjoying the feel of her.

“You loved her.”

“I did.” I glanced at her. “And you.”

She smiled at me and rose to kiss me, her lips warm and hot. They broke away far, far too fast. We couldn’t be distracted. We had a con to pull off. A vault of money to steal. An impossible task. “You know, being hunted is going to work to our advantage, Illina.”

“Oh?” she asked, curiosity in her eyes.

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Stefan Halian – The Kelit Mountains, The Kingdom of Secare

“Going to kill him, yes, yes. Going to rip out his tendons one by one. Pluck! Pluck! Pluck!”

The shade of Verdik the Goblin Chieftain was… disturbing.

He drifted ahead of us as we rode through the pass over the Kelit Mountains, leaving behind Secare for Valya. The spirit, an umbral darkening in the vague shape of a goblin, was hardly noticeable in daylight. Except he wouldn’t stop muttering.

“Ruin my life! My clan! Kill! Kill and…!” The shade let out a blood-curdling screech and darted to the side of the road in a small clearing that held a fire pit.

Magistrate whinnied, my horse rearing. I gripped the reins. Ahlona tightened her arms around my waist, holding tight to keep from being thrown. I patted my horse’s neck as he whinnied and snorted in fright.

“Here! Here! Here!” the shade snarled. It seemed to be rolling on the ground beside the fire pit. “Rutted! Rutted! RUTTED!”

“What is he babbling about?” Ahlona asked, distaste thick in her voice.
“I don’t know.”

“I’m dead and he FUCKED!” The ghost’s malevolent white eyes glowed bright as they fixed on me. “Clan dead! Despoiled, and he FUCKED her! CAME in her! Fornication! Rutting! He pounded her cunt! Juices! Life! They shared life.”

“The man who hired you?”

“Who killed me!” hissed Verdik. “Sent my clan to their deaths! Yes, yes, yes! Fucked a woman! Young! Pregnant! I can smell the life in her!” The shade made a retching sound. “So full of fertile energy.”

“Pregnant?” I swallowed. “The leywife you were sent to capture?”

“I don’t buggering know!” The shade humped at the ground know. “He REVELED in her cunt. Her juices spilled out of her cunt. She CLIMAXED! WHORE! SLUT! All dead and he spilled SEED in her womb!”

“So the bastard has a leywife,” I growled. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” Ahlona said. “It must be how he plans on hurting our father.”

“You KILL him?” hissed Verdik, still humping at the ground, his shadowy form pelvic-thrusting forward.

“I’ll kill him,” I said, meaning the words. “Kill him and rescue this woman carrying my half-sibling.”

“No more PLEASURE for you! NO! NO! NO!” cackled the shade.

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Leywife Monica – The Kingdom of Valya

I brimmed with joy as I rode with my knight. We were traveling further and further south after deboarding our ship on the southern shore of the Ompo Sea. We left behind the capital of Valya, Astol, and took the southern road south to Raratha.

It would take us a week to reach the Free City, a member of the League of Seven. The city maintained its independence from Valya through sheer economic might, hiring mercenary companies with the wealth of their olive groves whenever the kingdom thought to annex them. It had worked so far for them. Valya seemed to have given up the attempts a century or more ago.

I hummed as we rode through the peculiar mandrake farms of Valya. The plant-like monsters were raised here, planted in fields where the men fertilized them with their seed. We kept passing women jerking off their men, firing pearly spunk onto the leafy fronds growing out of the ground. If it was planting season, the women would be squatting down and squeezing out the mandrake seeds they had incubated in their wombs.

I felt such giddy joy as I rode beside my knight. He was my champion. My lover. Together, we would save Pater from the vile villain who destroyed my monastery. I knew I shouldn’t be this happy, but I couldn’t help it.

I glanced at my knight. He was broken by his wife’s murder. It had cut out that vital bit of him, but I would mend it. Replace it with my love. It was already happening. With my care and succor, I would breathe new passion into him.

He would make a wonderful step-father to my divine children. And later, his own sons and daughters would issue from my blessed womb. He would have that family he missed out on because of the foul actions of the knave we opposed.

I would give my champion everything. I studied him as he rode, so strong and gallant in his plate armor, his helm hanging from his saddle, his black hair flowing in the breeze rippling over us and rustling my robes. He had such a handsome, mature face. Experience writ across him. I couldn’t wait for the inn. To feel his hands on my body. His lips. His tongue.

His cock in me.

Local farmers stepped off the road and bowed to us. They recognized we were on a quest. I beamed at them and inclined my head. Did they think I was his lady love? The charge he guarded? Did they think he escorted me to a holy site to perform a sacred ritual? Or that we were hunting a dangerous monster?

I should be grieving those I lost, but joy suffused me. Was that so wrong?

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Illina – The Free City of Raratha

Six days had passed since Barg and I worked out the plan. Well, it was an old plan, one of my mother’s, but it didn’t take much to adapt it to this situation. It would be perfect for what we were doing.

The tunnel was going great. Barg was an excellent digger in his hound form. Hiding the dirt was a problem. I had to do that. I carried bags of it that leaked out the soil as I walked through the streets, spreading it out to keep it from being noticed. He was already beneath the road and underneath the wall, inside the Korvan estate.

Perfect.

I watched the house. It was early morning. We did the digging at night. It was a lot of activity to risk in the daylight. So while I could use more rest to let my body repair the little damages that occurred throughout a day, I still could focus on my task.

Barg approached and slipped beneath the shadowed tree to watch the gate with me. “Seen anything.”

“Only Kurg looking like he wanted to murder a mountain.” I smiled. “He’s furious that he can’t find us.”

“Fox is, at least, holding up that end of the bargain.”

“He can’t use us for his greed if we get caught,” I said. “Has he been bugging you with questions?”

“Yes. He keeps hinting to me that there are other jobs. Easier, if not as well-paying, burglaries we can do.”

I snorted. “Feckless bastard. Challenge me to a crime expecting me to fail. Shame we can’t drop the gold in the middle of his lair.”

“True,” Barg said. “How goes those preparations?”

I scowled. “Fox complained about the price, but I reminded him he’d be getting all that gold. Small expense, really, especially compared to what he’s charging us.”

Barg shifted. I don’t think he liked me whoring my body every day to Fox’s lusts. My flesh was definitely worth more than room and board. I could work in one of the brothels, rivaled to the Temple of Slata. With my skill at sexual pleasures, I could command a high price.

I hated being taken advantage of.

“How long until the girl emerges?” asked Barg.

“Should be any time.” There was a serving girl of Lady Alloria, Yellia, who emerged from the estate every day in the early morning to shop for her mistress. She purchased cosmetics or delicacies or bolts of cloth. Anything that her mistress needed. The time could vary by an hour or so, but she’d emerged every day I’d been watching.

“That her?” Barg asked.

My gaze slid to the toga-clad woman emerging. She wore a pale-pink cloth that clung tight to her form, her black hair swaying about her face. She had the Valyan-blue hue to her skin. Not a rich azure color, but a tint to her pale flesh. She walked with grace, unconcerned by those she passed. This was a routine of hers.

Probably a time of peace since she always had a smile on her face. She was away from that cunt Lady Alloria Korvan. The woman liked to use people and was jealous of her little trinkets. Using her servant was as delicious as keeping her necklace.

I wore it around my neck now, the safest place for it. I couldn’t leave anything behind in the cell or Fox and his halflings would find it. I had stashed my mother’s notes on the Black Vault in a safe place in the city. Something I could access in a hurry but the halfling wouldn’t know about it.

After Yellia passed us, Barg and I sauntered out onto the road like there was nothing unusual about us lurking beneath a tree. I held his arm as we followed the girl, an excitement growing and growing. The small jar swayed in the folds of my toga, ready to be used.

She followed the road that descended down into the city proper. We moved through a prosperous neighborhood, home to skilled craftsmen who catered to the rich of the city. Merchants who didn’t have the vast wealth of the lords also lived here. The markets here sold high-quality goods brought from across the Nimborgoth.

We seized Yellia before she arrived.

As she headed down a street and passed an alley, Barg and I came up alongside of her. Before she could react, we grabbed her arms and turned her path, marching her into the alley. She gasped in fright, her eyes wide.

“Please, please, don’t hurt me!” she whimpered.

“We’re not going to hurt you, Yellia,” I said. “So long as you don’t scream.” I paused. “Well, not in fright. You can scream in pleasure all you want.”

This alley led past a walled house, ivy growing over the top from its inner garden. It led to another alley that ran behind the houses, a secluded spot. The perfect place for our “interrogation.” Yellia trembled the entire time.

“Please, I have money,” she whimpered. “I work for Lady Korvan. She’ll pay a ransom for me.”

“No, she won’t,” I said as we pressed the girl against the wall. I grabbed the end of the toga and tugged. “We’re not going to hurt you, Yellia.”

“H-how do you know my name,” the serving girl whimpered, her slender body trembling. Tears formed in her eyes.

“Don’t you remember me?” I asked as I unwound her toga, revealing her small breasts topped by dark-red nipples. “Your mistress hasn’t forgotten me or my tongue.”

Her eyes widened. “You’re the thief. Illina.”

“She knows my real name, Barg,” I said, grinning.

“Please, please, I’ll give you what I have. She doesn’t let me leave the manor with much money, but it’s yours!”

I wiped a tear flowing down her cheek. “I just told you, we’re not going to hurt you, Yellia. We just need to know some information.”

“I don’t know much,” she said. “I’m just a servant.”

“I know.” I dropped her toga, her shaved pussy looking so inviting between her thighs. “But just to make sure, we’re going to give you some encouragement.”

She squeaked. “What do you want to know.”

“The location in the house where Lord Korvan’s strongroom is. We need to know precisely where it is.”

“I-I can’t tell you that,” the girl blubbered. “They’ll fire me.”

“Oh, no, they won’t,” I said. “Because you’re never going to tell them that you told us. It’ll be our little secret.”

I slipped on the oiled glove and then opened the jar. The scent tingled my nose. I dabbed just a smallest dollop, a little smidge of the pale cream, on my finger. Her eyes widened as she stared at it. She whimpered as I brought my hand and down to her thighs.

To her pussy.

“Y-you don’t have to hurt me!” she gasped. “Please, please. I don’t know where it is.”

“Liar,” I said and rubbed the cream into her vulva. “And I’m not going to hurt you. I don’t hurt pretty girls.”

“What is that?” she asked. Her brow furrowed. Her body started twitching. “What did you rub on me?”

“Damiana.”

She squeaked. “Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes,” I purred as I capped the jar, pulled off the glove—taking care not to touch the fingertip, and slipped both back into my robe. “You feel it, don’t you. That heat burning across your pussy lips.”

Yellia’s cheeks darkened with a blush. Her nipples puckered hard. A gleam appeared on her shaved pussy lips. Her scarlet eyes dilated, pupils widening. She whimpered. A tangy musk filled my nose. A hot aroma full of her arousal.

“So, where is the strongroom located?” I asked with a bright smile.

“I can’t tell you,” she moaned, her hand drifting down to her pussy.

I caught her wrist. “Oh, no, you don’t get to satisfy that itch. Not until you tell us what we need to know.”

“But… but…” She squirmed. “I’m so hot. So wet. Just a little rub. Please?”

“Have you told us where the strongroom is located?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. I glanced at Barg. “Did I miss her saying that?”

“You did not,” he said, grinning at her as he unlaced the dark-red pantaloons he wore. His dick swelled hard. “Shame, because I bet she’d love this.”

He thrust it down and his cock popped out. Thick and black and aimed right at Yellia.

She sucked in a deep breath. Her left hand darted out and grabbed his shaft. She whimpered, stroking him and pulling him towards her pussy. He didn’t budge. She whimpered, her tangy aroma swelling stronger. Pussy juices dribbled down her thighs.

“Please, please, I’d love that cock in me!” she moaned. “Just for a moment. Just the tip! Please, I need to be filled.”

He grabbed her other wrist and pulled her hand from his cock. We pinned them above her head, both of us leaning in. My free hand cupped her small breast. I gave her cute, little titties a squeeze. “Are you going to help us out? Then we can help you out with our little problem.”

“But… but..” She bit her lip.

“They don’t have to know,” I told her. “It’ll be our little secret. Then you can enjoy that cock.”

Her eyes flicked down to it. Her small breasts quivered. Her tongue flicked across her lips.

“I know, that’s a magnificent cock. It would make your pussy feel amazing. He would love to slide it into you but…” I licked her earlobe. “No cumming if you don’t help us out. You’re just going to have to ride out that hot itch. It’ll wear off. Soon. Of course, I have plenty more Damiana. I could keep you horny like this for weeks.”

“Months, even,” Barg said. “It’ll be quite the unfortunate predicament you’ll suffer. My apologies, madam.”

Yellia gasped. “Oh, no, no. I can’t go that long. I need to cum so badly. Just… just… Rub your cock across my pussy lips. That would make me feel amazing.”

He brought his cock closer to her, holding it in his left hand. He rubbed it across her shaved pubic mound, the thick crown spreading precum across her hot flesh. She quivered and moaned, her body shaking from side to side.

“Lower, please!” she whimpered, her eyes glossy. “Just rub it on my cuntlips. Just for a moment.”

He moved it lower and lower. Stopped right above her petals.

“No!” she gasped.

“Are you going to tell us what we need to know?” I licked her ear. “How can we tunnel into it if we don’t know where it is. You help us out, and we’ll help you out. How does that sound to you?”

“Like I’ll get in so much trouble,” she moaned.

“They won’t know,” I said.

“They’ll know,” she groaned. “I… I… But…”

I twisted her nipple. “It’ll be our little secret. No one beyond this alley ever has to know we talked. That you were fucked hard by Barg. Mmm, that’s a big dick, isn’t it? Bigger than Lady Korvan’s gold dildo. And soooo much better.”

The girl gasped. I glanced down to see Barg rubbing his cock against her pussy lips now. The girl closed her eyes. She whimpered and moaned. Bliss flitted across her expression. She enjoyed it, her pleasure building in her naughty bits.

Barg ripped his cock away.

She moaned out, “NOOOOOO! I’ll talk! Just… Just fuck me! You have to fuck me!” She swayed in our grip. “Please, please say you’ll fuck me!”

“Oh, we’ll fuck you,” I said, grinning at Barg.

“The southeast corner!” she moaned. “That’s where it is! Now, will you fuck me? I have to cum!”

“Oh, don’t you want to do the fucking?” I asked as Barg stretched himself out on the alley floor.

She threw herself at him. She straddled him and impaled her cunt down his cock in a flash. The look of abject joy on her face was incredible. She bucked and heaved through her orgasm already. It was delicious to watch her moaning and groaning, her small breasts quivering.

Barg groaned, enjoying her pussy. I shuddered and unwound my own toga. I dropped it to the ground and sauntered past the girl as she bounced on his cock. She worked her cumming twat up and down his dick, moaning in delight.

“Thank you!” she gasped, staring at me. “Our secret! Won’t tell! Oh, thank you for this cock!”

“Mmm, you’re welcome,” I said as I stepped over Barg’s head. I lowered myself down, my pussy on fire. “Just enjoy his cock. You earned it for being such a wonderful friend to us.”

“Yes!” she moaned, her thoughts utterly consumed by the pleasure coursing through her body.

I cupped her face and kissed her hard on the mouth. My tongue darted past her lips. I swirled around inside her mouth. I explored her as I settled my pussy on Barg’s hungry mouth. He growled into my snatch. His tongue licked.

I shuddered and moaned into the kiss with Yellia. I wiggled my hips, stirring my cunt across Barg’s lips. His tongue caressed my folds, knowing just where to touch me. Delight burst through my nervous system, setting alight all the pleasure circuits in me. I whimpered, loving it.

The girl’s tongue danced with mine. She rode his cock, her hot pussy making such naughty, wet noises as she worked up and down his shaft. Her hands grabbed my breasts, squeezing and kneading them. She brushed my nipples.

Delight shot down to my cunt.

“I do have to say, it is always a pleasure to eat your snatch,” Barg groaned and then licked.

I broke the kiss with Yellia and leaned back, pressing my cunt firmer against his lips. “You just have to ask! You know that!”

“Jolly good,” he said and thrust his tongue deep into my cunt.

He danced around inside of me, teasing me from the inside. It felt incredible. I groaned and gasped, loving every moment of it. My hips undulated, grinding my hungry cunt against his licking mouth. The pleasure surged through me. My hair danced around my shoulders as I enjoyed his feasting while Yellia twisted my nipples.

Her black hair danced around her bluish face. Her scarlet eyes blazed with intense heat. Her small breasts quivered as she worked her pussy up and down his cock, gasping, moaning, crying out in rapturous need.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. “Slata’s hairy cunt and Pater’s mighty cock! I love this dick! I’m cumming! I keep cumming!”

“Enjoy!” I said. Nothing like Damiana to send someone into feverish lust. “You’re going to drown in orgasms.”

“I am!” she shuddered and twisted my nipples. “Yes, yes, thank you!”

“Just remember, our secret.”

“It is!” she groaned. “I won’t talk! I just want to keep cumming on this dick!”

I shuddered, my own orgasm building and building as I rode the thick tongue inside of me. It felt incredible to work my cunt up and down it. My hips swiveled from side to side, stirring that delicious tongue around inside of me. The heat built and built, driving me towards that explosive finish.

Barg groaned into my snatch. His own orgasm must be growing fast, his balls full of cum to release into her pussy while his cock’s knot began swelling. I smiled at the sight of the base ballooning, eager to tie her pussy.

She slammed down it and gasped, her shaved pussy lips stretching to engulf it. Failing. She glanced down. “Oh, what is that? So thick!”

“You’ll cum even harder if you engulf it,” I moaned.

“Indubitably, you shall!” moaned Barg into my twat. “Endeavour to take my knot, and you shall have the most effervescent orgasm yet.”

“I want that!” the feverish servant girl moaned.

My pussy swelled faster as I watched her attempts. She slammed her snatch down his cock over and over, trying to swallow his knot. Her body shuddered, tits heaving. Her cuntlips spread wider and wider.

I watched with breathless delight. Barg’s tongue lapped at my pussy, giving me such a treat while I savored the sight of her snatch trying to devour his knot. She let out a frustrated moaned and then impaled herself down his cock.

Her labia widened. Stretched. Swallowed his knot.

“Gods, yes!” she howled.

“Slata’s tight cunt!” snarled Barg into my cunt.

“He’s cumming in me!” the feverish girl moaned.

“Yes!” I gasped and joined them.

My orgasm burst through me. I shuddered atop Barg’s mouth. His tongue lapped up the cream flooding out of me. A surge of passion that rushed out of my cunt and spilled out of my pussy. I groaned, stars dancing before my eyes. The pleasure blazed in my mind.

I let it consume me, my pussy juices gushing out of me. Barg drank it down as his cock unloaded in Yellia’s pussy. She trembled on him, squirming, tied to his cock and crying out in pure rapture. The pleasure on her face was incredible. Her expression twisted with feverish delight.

“So good! Oh, yes, yes! And he’s stuck in me! I get to keep squirming on him. Feeling him in me!”

“Yes, you do!” I moaned as my orgasm hit that wonderful peak. Delight danced through my eyes.

We would steal every last coin that Lord Korvan had. His wife would be bankrupt. All the money paid to keep sniffers searching for us would dry up. Barg and I would be out of here while Fox drowned in all the gold we paid him.

I wouldn’t be his leashed thief.

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Lady Alloria Valis Korvan

“And they’re going to… to dig into the strongroom!” moaned Yellia as she writhed on my bed, still consumed by the damiana. The guards had brought her here when they found her masturbating in the alley, cum dripping out of her pussy. “I didn’t want to tell them, but… but… I had to CUM!”

She bucked in orgasmic delight, her pussy juices gushing out of her.

My stomach shuddered. “It was her! That bitch?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Yellia moaned. “I’m so sorry! I couldn’t help myself! But I told you! I didn’t let it be a secret!”

“Only because you’re still under the effect of the Gods cursed Damiana!” I shuddered. “Pater’s cock, she gave you too much, didn’t she?”

“I don’t know,” whimpered Yellia. “I’m faithful, Mistress! Will you fuck me!” Her small body shuddered and bucked.

I snarled and turned away from her. I had to let my husband know. That bitch thought to steal his money. That was my wealth. When he died and I was still young and beautiful—or would be if I had my damned necklace back—I would need that money to sustain me. To maintain my lifestyle. I certainly wasn’t going to sell my body to another fat merchant lord.

It took a half hour to convince the oaf to investigate. I had gone too long without letting him taste my pussy. The enchantment was wearing off of him. Finally, he had his guards searching the ground for any tunnel being dug towards the house. An hour later, Guard-Captain Millinius returned and reported the tunnel they found dug from across the street and under the walls.

My husband’s face went almost blueless in fright. “Who is this woman you’re wasting my money hunting?”

“I told you, she’s the daughter of the best thief who ever lived. Hathila.”

His eyes widened. “Didn’t she still an entire harvest of olive oil from the vats thirty years ago? I was a boy when that happened.”

“And now her daughter is tunneling into our storeroom!” I planted hands on hips. “Are you going to give me the resources to find her. To flood the city with the agents to capture her.”

“After I secure my wealth,” he said, his pudgy face rippling with fear. Then he started barking orders.

Finally, he took this cunt seriously.

To be continued…

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