A rub-down.

“Yes.” She nodded. “I am nervous to meet you, slightly more nervous now that I see that you um… have a penis. I wish to dispel this childish fear immediately and sate my curiosity in one blow.” She said decisively.

“You certainly have nothing to fear from my penis.” I said moving closer. “In fact, it is literally my most **** spot.”

“And yet you present it so boldly and brazenly, without shame or fear.” She added.

I shrugged. “I am proud of what I am, and I want everyone to know.” I said, boiling down my strange lack of dysphoria to its bare essentials.

She didn’t seem to expect this answer and blinked. When she did so, her two normal eyes blinked like normal, but the third eye on her forehead did not. Instead a strange, swiftly moving translucent film swept over it from bottom to top then slid back again. “An admirable response.” She said, nodding.

“But what is it you have planned to dispel your worries?” I asked, eager to know what she had in mind.

A blush crossed her cheeks again. Despite how alien she looked; she was adorable in her own way. “I have finished cleaning my body and soaking in the water…” rather than finish her thought, she grabbed a bottle of the slan oil and presented it to me.

I knew at once what she wanted, and I uncorked the bottle and slathered some of the sweet-scented oil on my palms. “Vixilica, I like your style.” I grinned and began with her arms. I was curious about how the chitinous material felt. I began at her shoulder and rubbed the oil along her smooth skin until I reached the black exoskeleton. The material was extremely smooth and sturdy, it was almost like I was rubbing oil on extremely polished rock.

“There’s not much point rubbing it there, it’s not going to get any softer.” She said.

“I’m curious about how it feels. You may have noticed that I’m a human, I’ve never seen anything like it before.” I replied. Although, even if I had seen something like this, I wouldn’t remember. I also slid the oil on her palms and inside fingers, the skin there was clearly tough and kind of leathery, but still soft to the touch.

After finishing the arms, I moved down to the legs. Starting at her thighs which were plump and pleasant to feel, then down to the chitin again, still marveling at smooth and strange it was. I found that the soles of her feet and bottoms of her toes felt similarly to her hands.

Then I had her turn around briefly so that I could get her back and rear. My hands glided over the snowy-white skin with ease, and I noted with interest that even though the end result for most of her body was perfectly human, the bones and musculature under her skin felt like it was configured differently than a human’s would. It was subtle but it was there, and it added to the intrigue of her existence.

As I swept my palms along her skin in broad strokes, I wondered how many other demons out there had such alien appearances right up until my hands made their way down to her round and firm butt, which I happily groped and kneaded, because then I was focused on that. Even her sphincter looked human, though the strange, smooth chitin covered the entirety of the pelvis up to that point, and even some of her inner thigh. The exoskeleton-like material even covered the spot where a feminine sex would be. Indeed, the penis was the only thing she had in terms of genitals.

Once I was satisfied with her rump, I had her turn back around and placed my hands on her perky breasts. Though they were only slightly larger than my own, they were very elastic and fit into my cupped hands perfectly. Her nipples grew hard as I slathered the oil on them, poking out from the puffiness of the areolas around them.

“You can tell a lot about a person from the way they handle your body.” She said, breaking the silence as I fondled her breasts.

“And what does this say about me?”

“You are not afraid to take what you want, but you are gentle. As a ruler you would be firm but fair. That is an uncommon trait for demons.”

I nodded; it was a kind assessment. “Thank you.”

She shook her head. “Thank you for having that disposition. You are to be my ruler, no?”

I shrugged. “I’m just Ivy’s apprentice, I don’t own this place or any of you yet. She has given me full access to you but has made no declarations of ownership.”

“Mm, this may be a cultural difference.” She said. “In Arachnaean culture a worker is owned by those who own the business, in a sense. They have superiority and can command the worker. If you are allowed to command me that makes you my ruler.”

It made some sort of sense. I still wasn’t convinced but I wasn’t going to argue. “Very well, what’s the difference between that and submitting to me by sucking my penis then?”

She blushed deeply at this question. “W-well, that is different. Of course a business owner only commands their workers in affairs that are relevant to the business. A submission would mean you, in theory, could command me in any affairs and your commands would be absolute. I would carry them out no matter what anyone else wanted, accepting any and all consequences for doing so.”

“Ah I see.” I nodded and gave her nipples a playful pinch.

She moaned. “I s-see Ivy told you about that tradition of the Arachnae.”

“Well I happen to enjoy fellatio, so it was a relevant thing to warn me about.” I replied.

“The fact that you are restraining yourself in spite of your desires speaks volumes then, and I am happy you are respecting my boundaries. I will inform you that I enjoy the act as well, however, so it may be equally difficult for me to restrain myself.”

“Well, I’m not cruel.” I said, smirking. “I do wonder, is it specifically the penis? Or any appendage?”

“It is specific to the penis, Lady Silus, so I will suck anything else you wish me to.”

“Hm, good to know.” With that, I removed one of my hands from her chest and slipped a pair of fingers between her lips. I noted with interest that the inside of her mouth was not the pink, fleshy color I was used to seeing inside people’s mouths, but instead a vivid blood red color. As I explored around her mouth with my fingers, I found that she also had a pair of wicked fangs as canines.

She wasted no time in suckling on my fingers, and she even seemed to relax her whole body as she did. I gave her nipple another hearty pinch and she moaned onto my digits, and as I teasingly slid them out her head adorably pushed forward to keep them in, and she even whimpered. This was enough to convince me to keep them in there. Her tongue was also gently lapping at them, twisting and wrapping itself around them.

As she was busy suckling my fingers, all three of her eyes half-open in bliss, my other hand was slowly sliding its way down her belly. There was only one spot I hadn’t oiled yet, and it was the part I was most curious about. Looking down at her solid black penis-like appendage, I noted there was no hole at the tip, and there was no definite glans. The appendage truly was just a solid rounded cone without any edges, grooves, or sections.

I took the plunge and wrapped my fingers around it.

“Ah!” She exclaimed suddenly, and her whimpering began to grow louder, and she popped my fingers out of her mouth. “Lady Silus… th-that is very sensitive!”

“In a bad way or a good way?” I asked, looking her in the eyes.

She blushed and averted her gaze. “G-good. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

With that said I began to slide my fingers up and down the smooth member, it felt very similarly to the rest of her chitin, and was also equally stiff and hard like stone. I found it interesting that this could be so sensitive.

“So, you can feel your uh, chitinous parts?” I asked.

She nodded. “Some spots more than o-others. I c-can’t feel the material at my forearms very much, but my… mmm p-penis I can feel a lot.” She practically squealed the words, and I found the reaction very cute as my hands gently pumped along the solid, smooth length. I began to wonder if she would ejaculate, and if so from where, as it was clear there was no such place at her tip.

Without the oil my finger’s travels up and down the rigid member would have been difficult, it was clear that this appendage was intended to be lubricated with something, most likely saliva I guessed, since their society had such specific rules about fellatio. But the oil did the trick just fine, allowing my palm and fingers to slide across the surface easily.

“Lady Silus…” Vixilica moaned, “I am close… please keep g-going.” She begged, panting softly and squirming with pleasure.

“It would be my pleasure.” I said and continued to stroke, picking up my pace as well.

Finally, with a squeaky moan, a **** cry of satisfaction, she began to tense up and twitch. There was no ejaculation, but her blood red tongue was sticking out of her open lips and her moans told me she was indeed climaxing hard. The orgasm was clearly more feminine, the sort I would have expected from a vagina and not a penis. As her crashing wave of pleasure was subsiding, I smiled at her, removing my hand from her undoubtedly extra-sensitive length.

“How was that for a rub-down?” I asked.

She giggled weakly but smiled at the joke, panting heartily.

“Oddly enough, that’s almost the exact same experience I just had with Ivy. A washing and a handjob.”

She caught her breath and smiled at me, a big grin that showed off her fangs. “Thank you for humoring me, Lady Silus. I shall enjoy serving under your employ.”

“Now that we’ve gotten better acquainted, I have to ask you something. I apologize if it is a sensitive subject, but it may be relevant to my management of this brothel.” I said.

“I am an open book.” Now that she had recovered, she was eyeing me curiously.

“You have no vagina, and you are unwilling to perform fellatio. Granted I don’t know exactly how demons get their business done, but so far it seems pretty similar to how I think humans do it. You are limiting yourself pretty steeply in this field of work are you not?”

I could tell that she understood what I was getting at, as she nodded. “Of the four of us I am… the one who brings in the least funds. It is true.” There was a bit of shame in her tone, and it even sent a twinge of guilt through my heart for bringing up the subject. “But there is lots I am still willing to do, and most of the clients who choose me have strange fetishes that have little to do with vaginal or oral. And of course I can still do anal, that is sometimes seen as a boon.”

I nodded, it made sense. “Again, I apologize for asking, I just felt it necessary to address the elephant in the room.”

“I am not upset at you, it is a fair question to ask. This is not an occupation I necessarily wished to have.” She said.

“So, you would prefer not to work here as a whore?”

“I don’t mind this work and I do not dislike it. I have a very submissive personality but I always wanted to submit to… someone worthy, I suppose. So being a whore is fine as long as clients respect my boundaries, and they usually do. Ivy makes sure of that. But it is certainly not ideal. I came to this job because Ivy was kind enough to offer me a place to live after…” She stopped herself. “Ah, that is not important. And I am taking up too much of your time.”

I didn’t want to press her on the issue, so I smiled assuringly. “Thank you for chatting with me. And do not worry, I have no plans to fire you in favor of someone else. I was merely curious and my curiosity has been sated.”

She nodded. “Thank you Lady Silus, I will see you soon.”