Damn. She’d hoped that’d be enough to satisfy the wretched creature. “Oh of course, master,” she said, cradling his cock within the valley of her slick breasts. “Master is so kind to let his slave serve him so eagerly.”
“Ooooh, me know,” Greeda moaned eagerly. “Me be good master. Slave so hungry for cum. Me not deny her. She need gertling seed.”
“Oh yes, master,” Asiana moaned, massaging her tits around his cock, feeling that warty thumb of arousal harden once more between her luscious teats. “Master’s cum was so good. Such a treat for slave. She was forced to take puny human cocks for so long. Gertling cock so much better. So good for silly slave to suck and serve.”
The fat gertling preened beneath her praise, his cock so small it never even crested her large breasts when he had reached his full length. The gertling moaned eagerly. “Oooh, yes. And me know where next. Me take cove now. Me claim womb!”
Fear shot into her heart. “O-oh!” she gasped. “But… but master? Wouldn’t he rather… rather take ass? My ass is so empty, master. Slave would adore master’s thick… virile cock in there. She’s so tight…”
“Time for ass later. Turn around,” the obese gertling cried, flicking his fat fingers imperiously. “Time for claiming womb. Then you be mine!”
She flushed, and reddened even further when she saw the cruel cunning in the monster’s eyes. He knew. The fucker knew she’d been trying to stall. A hundred mad schemed to escape tumbled through her mind. A hundred dismissed in the space of a heartbeat. What could she do in the heart of a gertling warren? How could she escape. Slowly, reluctantly, the shapely dancer turned about in the warm waters of the spring, her mouth still tasting of the monster’s oily seed. She grasped the edge of the pool, raised her plush rump for his inspection, her damp slit rising out of the waters. Maybe… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, she thought as she heard the fat gertling shift behind her. It could be worse… At least it was their chief. She supposed… she supposed it was the best she could hope for, here. She gasped as she felt his fat fingers grasp her hips, squeeze her soft, dark flesh with a hunger that made her heart beat faster.
“Oooh. Me enjoy you, slave. Me fuck full of pups and make good slut!”
Asiana panted, her hands tightening on the hard rock of the pool.
Bang!
She jumped. Turned her head sharply towards the entrance of the cavern. Greeda did as well, his brow furrowing over his piggish eyes.
A metal clamour echoed to their ears like a percussion band falling down a cliff. Asiana’s mouth fell open as a woman strode into the cavern. She was ravishing. Beautiful, even to Asiana, who had seen some of the loveliest woman in all of Shaddobar. Her gown stirred around her, and in her hand she was dragging the insensate gertling captain by the leg, and whose makeshift armour had been the source of the sound.
Greeda gaped. “Who… what…”
The woman ignored him. Her eyes fixed themselves on Asiana, and the olive-skinned beauty gasped at a feeling like a silver blade rammed into her heart. The pale woman pointed at her. “You. Come here. You’re mine now.”
For a moment Asiana didn’t comprehend. But when the woman’s words trickled in she frantically yanked herself from Greeda’s grasp, water sloughing off her as she scrambled out of the pool. Her wet feet slapped the stones as she raced into the protective presence of the stately woman, hiding a little behind her.
Indignant, Greeda, with a grunt of effort, rose to his full height in the pool, his piggish eyes gleaming with anger. “Who you? What you doing here?”
“My name is Luxia, and I have come to claim this girl. She’s mine.”
“Woman cannot take,” Greeda barked, his face folding with anger. “She mine.”
“Oh is she.”
The room grew warmer. Asiana looked about in shock, then back to Luxa. She gasped, staggering back a step as the woman seemed to grow taller. Her pale skin began to darken, growing ruddy, then a bright, lurid crimson. Her brow split, twin horns sprouting, curling like a ram’s atop her head. Wings split the fabric on her back. Dark feathers rustled into the air, framing the devastating beauty.
Greeda gaped as the statuesque demoness filled the room. Her dark wings fluttered, filling the air with a thick haze of spices. A scent that trilled through Asiana, sending a hot pulse through her core and coiling in her cunt.
Instantly the gertling bowed. “Forgive me! Me not know. Me… me beg apology.”
“As well you should, wretch,” the demoness said, her voice like the crack of the whip.
“Of course. Me sorry. Me so sorry! But…” Greeda peeked back up at the demoness. “But… me pay lot for slave. And me not deny that… that demon may take. But… but maybe Greeda be paid for slut?”
“Paid?” Luxa said.
“Yes. Me hear succubus very good for fuck. Maybe… Greeda have taste?”
The demoness looked him up and down. She smirked. “I see.”
She dropped the gertling she’d been dragging, the captain falling with a groan and another clang of pots. She strode across the room and towards Greeda, who straightened eagerly, his greedy eyes glittering as she loomed over him. Beautiful beyond words. Beyond realities of mortal ken.
“Of course. Repayment in pleasure,” she said. Asiana’s eyes widened as a reptilian tail slithered from beneath her gown, plucking up one of the potions on her belt and dropping it into her waiting hand. She tore out the cork. “Here!” she barked, grabbing the gertling with another hand, squeezing open his mouth. “Drink!”
Greeda hadn’t a chance to say no. The pink fluid poured into his mouth, the monster squealing and struggling uselessly. She released him, dropping him into the waters where Greeda coughed and sputtered and moaned.
And changed.
Before Asiana’s astonished eyes the gertling fell back into the waters, squealing in surprise and pain. His gut receded, but his chest did not. His waist thinned around a pair of shapely hips and his cock… The young dancer gaped as his cock inverted, sinking back into his groin, growing concave and slick. The flesh opened, and the tip of his cock shrank to little more than the bead of a clit in the pink softness of a new grown pussy.
Asiana stared, dumbstruck at the moaning gertling within the pool. No longer the absurdly fat chieftain that had sought to claim her. But now a saggy breasted, voluptuous short stack of a brood mother, face soft and feminine and curves gravid and compelling.
“There,” Luxa said, smirking. “Now your tribe will still have its breeding slut. Hey!” She kicked the insensate gertling guard with a clang. “Wake up!”
The gertling captain groaned and sat up. He shook his head, blinking blearily. Only to start and stare at the green woman now in the pool.
“That’s right. Go ahead. Fuck your new toy,” the demoness said. She lazily glanced back. “And looks like you’re not the only one.”
Asiana quickly backed up as she spotted dozens of gertlings filling the entrance of the cave, all staring in rapt fascinating at their former chieftain. They exchanged looks, then grins and silently stalked inside.
The creature that had been Greeda at last recovered. The curvy gertling breeder sat up sluggishly. She looked down on her new curves and gaped. Then her eyes snapped up and to her former tribesmen drawing near, stroking their warty cocks. The gertling breeder squealed and splashed back in the pool even as her former comrades swarmed her; greedy, knobby hands grasping for soft breasts and shapely thighs. Cries of surprise turned to moans of pleasure as the gertling shuddered in the hungry grasp of the other monsters. A cry that peaked as one managed to fight off the others and spear their former chieftain with their stunted cock.
Asiana stared, dumbstruck at the scene before her. One that had nearly been her fate. That molten lust she had known before coiled hotter within her at the strange sight. She jumped as a hand grasped her shoulder, tucked her close against crimson, flawless curves.
“Let’s give them some privacy,” Luxa breathed. Her dark feathered wings close
d around them. Asiana gasped, inhaling a sudden rush of that strange, spicy scent. Her head spun, and the world moved.
Deals
The wings opened, but Asiana didn’t notice at first. Her stomach flopped with vertigo and she slowly sank to her knees, gasping, her head spinning as she clung to the demon’s gown in a desperate bid for solidity.
Laughter teased down her spine like fluttering fingers. “I know you want to lick my cunt, but try to resist for now. We have bigger things to do.”
Scowling in defiance, Asiana forced herself back to her feet. The corners of her vision darkened with the threat of unconsciousness but she managed to stand despite it. Letting go of the succubi’s gown she looked around herself.
No longer was she in the smoky cave, surrounded by the pool of water and fucking gertlings. Instead she was in what appeared to be a large, abandoned solar. The glass dome above was intact, and through it she saw leafless trees rise, like skeletal hands engulfing the dome. Evening’s glow filtered down, illuminating dozens of heavy wooden tables filled with alchemical devices. Flowing glass tubes and potion bottles. Burners and tattered ancient books with worm eaten leather covers. The air was tinged with a sharp, chemical scent, warring with a medley of flowers, inks, and decay.
At last Asiana turned back to the succubus, who eyed her with naked amusement. Asiana pursed her lips. She planted her hands on her hips and faced down the demoness. She’d been looked down on by the powerful too much to fear this creature. Likewise, she had no shame in her nudity before her. She was beautiful, she knew that, and though the demoness might possess a more unearthly perfection, the dancer of the deserts refused to be intimidated.
“Well?” she demanded. “What now? Are you going to eat my soul? Drag me down to the pits? Sacrifice me to your brethren from the hells?”
Luxa laughed. “You’re a saucy little minx, slave,” she said, smirking.
“My name is Asiana! The most desired dancer in all of Shaddobar.”
“Oh really?” Luxa smirked, towering over her, and Asiana felt herself flush slightly as she was forced to tilt her head back to meet the demon’s golden eyes. “And what, exactly, was the finest dancer of the desert kingdoms doing about to be bred by some fat gertling?”
Asiana folded her arms indignantly. “If you must know, I drew the ire of the satrap when I smashed a pot over his head. He tried to take advantage of me before my master, and while I was in the midst of a dance.”
“Not a very good master, apparently, if he sold you to a slaver for it.”
Well, it was hard to argue with that. Asiana shifted uncomfortably.
The demoness grinned, baring fangs that made Asiana’s heart beat faster with a strange emotion. Something like fear, and yet, somehow more. The demoness suddenly brushed by her, dark wings fluttering past the dancer, the sensation tingling on her skin. “Well, you might be a dancer, but I don’t need you for that.”
“What… what do you need me for?”
“Your tits.”
“My what!”
The demoness reached one of the spiralling glass tubing. She snapped her fingers, a tongue of green fire sparking on her index finger which she then pushed under a beaker, the brew within swiftly bubbling.
“Did I stutter? I need your tits,” the demoness said, watching as the concoction bubbled through the looping glass, dripping into another bottle where it reacted with the blue fluid within, turning it a poisoned green before it jumped, pumping itself up a new tube in the alchemical maze. “Or, more specifically, your milk.”
“You’ll find them dry as the valley of the damned,” the dancer said, but there was a note of unease now.
“Of course they are. Now. But I have means of fixing that. Here’s the deal,” Luxa said, tapping a phial as drip after drip of pink fluid slowly filled it. “I have need of the essence of monsters. Distilled through the body of a fertile woman. Unfortunately, near every woman in Istanov has already been claimed by some creature, and the curse interferes with the complex spell I need. Which is where you come in, slave. You will mate with the brutes, and I will claim their essence through you. Don’t worry. This concoction will keep you from being claimed by the curse. At least, until the process is complete. Ah,” she said, taking the full phial from its place, turning to face her. “And here it is.”
Asiana eyed the concoction dubiously. “This seems a poor offer on my end,” she said with as much bravado as she could.
Luxa chuckled. “Hmm? You mean you don’t want to fuck the mightiest monsters in all the realms? Be claimed by the cocks of creatures of nightmares and dreams? Feel what it is to know the inhuman shafts of minotaurs, wulfen, and others?”
Asiana swallowed. Her arms tightened around herself.
“Well, we’ll see. But I like you, slave. You have spunk.”
“My name is Asiana.”
“How fascinating. I don’t care. So here’s what I’ll offer. You do this for me, and when we’re done, I’ll set you free.”
Asiana quickly tamped down the flutter of hope in her heart. “You… How can I trust you?”
“Demons always keep their word.”
Asiana eyed the violet potion dubiously. She sighed. “Do I have a choice?”
“There’s always a choice. Your alternatives are just extremely poor. Now, drink up.”
With a resentful glare Asiana snatched the potion from the demon’s hand. She turned the bubbling concoction this way and that dubiously, then shrugged. It surely couldn’t be worse than being that fat gertling’s fuck slave. With those encouraging thoughts she put the potion to her lips and downed it in one go.
Waited.
“Hm,” she said at last. “Well, that wasn’t so-“
Her heart pulsed.
The phial fell from nerveless fingers, shattered on the floor.
Her core beat.
She staggered back, gasping, heat bursting through her in a wave of feverish warmth. She panted, her eyes wide, every breath stuttering through her.
“O-oh. Oh g-gods of the sands,” she gasped.
Arms were suddenly around her. The back of her head was pressed against the pillows of the demon’s firm breasts. “There’s a good girl,” the demoness crooned, her hands rising, cupping Asiana’s generous teats. The dancer cried out as her olive hued mounds were squeezed by those hungry crimson fingers.
“Oooooh,” Asiana moaned, arching in the hungry touch of the demoness. Heat burst in her lush teats, spreading through her, racing through her. Pleasure popped and crackled as her breasts were massaged and toyed with by the demoness.
And growing.
“That’s it,” Luxa hissed as Asiana’s breasts plumped up, their already generous heft becoming bigger. Heavier. “Just like that. Mnnn. I knew it. You’re going to be the perfect little cow slut. Look at these pretty udders. Oh yes. The monsters are just going to love fucking you. Your hot little cunt and heavy breasts. Looking forward to it, are you?”
“N-no!” Asiana gasped. Yet even as she said it, her cheeks grew redder with desire. Her cunt tightened at the thought of the monsters awaiting her. Their rough, savage manhoods within her. She shuddered. It was the potion. That accursed potion.
“Don’t fight it,” Luxa whispered, taking one hand from the dancer’s tanned teat, sliding down her front, across a fluttering stomach. “Just let the potion do its work…”
Asiana’s breath came in hot gasps as those fingers slid along the hollow curve of her stomach, along her mons. Circling her cunt, her hips twitching as those sinful touches circled closer. Closer. Closer. And… and…
“Nyaaaaa!” Asiana screamed, her hips twitching as those fingers touched her overheated cunny. She cried out as she came, helpless, quivering in the prison of the demon’s hands and the sensations which surged through her. Her breasts throbbed delightfully, squeezed in the hands of the demoness. “G-gooooods yesssssss!”
She sagged, panting, only held up by the hands on her teat and mons. Pressing her against the demon’
s front and those soft, soft breasts. “Looked like you enjoyed that. Didn’t you, my pretty cow slut?”
“D-don’t c-call me… that…” Asiana gasped irritably.
“Hmm? Well, we’ll see how you feel about that name soon enough. Now, rest, my pretty slut. You’re going to have a lot of work come tomorrow.”
“’m not tired…”
“Of course you’re not. Now, sleep.”
Rebelliously, she tried to keep her eyes open. But the consuming heat from before had grown milder. Soothing. And despite her best efforts, her eyes slid slowly shut, and she fell, drifting away into a deep slumber, whose dreams of touching hands and stroking pleasure would echo in her thoughts for a long time to come.
Merchant’s Price
Gor straightened his officious robe with care, scrutinizing his reflection in the mirror. The minotaur turned this way and that, admiring the cloth. The mirror, a gift from one of the Shaddobar merchants who had been more than eager to sell him some fine slaves, was just large enough that the minotaur could fully see himself in it.
Gor didn’t particularly care about vanity and the like. But he knew presentation was important. Particularly when it came to selling slaves. The merchants of Shaddobar shouldn’t think they were dealing with a stupid monster. A beast who could be bought off with shiny trinkets and perhaps a chance to sample the merchandise. Not that Gor didn’t appreciate the gifts and the chance to enjoy the pleasures of the girls, but that was all part of the game of mercantilism. Gifts made things smoother, and shouldn’t he ensure what he was being sold was of high quality? How better than to ensure they could service a monster?
He snorted, gold ring jangling in his nose as he fluffed the collar of his robe and turned about. It was a new day. Time to get to work.
He shoved open the door leading into the slave pens and paused. Two women were there already. Two women he recalled well.
“Hrm… so you found her?” Gor said, striding past the myriad cages and towards the pale woman in the fine gown. He glanced at Asiana and grinned. Naked, she was as lovely as he recalled. And in fact, she seemed… plumper than before. Not in a bad way, but her curves seemed more evident than when he had sold her. Her olive skinned breasts a little fuller, her hips and bottoms a little curvier.
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