Corrupts her.

Shairi reached up, squeezing the peasant girl’s full tits and tweaking her hard nipples with practiced skill, making her gasp.

She slid a hand down Yari’s smooth stomach and under her dress, finding the girl’s cunny gratifyingly (if not surprisingly) wet. Yari arched her back and moaned as Shairi’s fingers slid across her clit and parted her swollen pussy lips.

“Do you do this to yourself?” Shairi asked.

Yari nodded. “A lot,” she muttered, embarrassed.

Shairi smiled approvingly. “Good. A slut should keep her womanhood well trained, so it’s wet and ready whenever she wants to use it.” Shairi through the blanket off her and parted her thighs. Yari peered forward to get a good look at the half-elf’s pussy.

“Take off your dress,” Shairi commanded. “Show me everything.”

Yari stood up and let her dress fall to the floor. Shairi walked around her, admiring every detail.

“Bend over and put your hands on the bed.” Yari looked confused, but obeyed without question. Her shapely bottom was a bit plumper than Shairi’s, and fitted her well. The witch gave it a squeeze, before beginning to play with her cunt again.

“I bet all the boys look at you all the time,” Shairi whispered in Yari’s ear. “You like it when they do?” Yari shivered with pleasure and nodded. “You know what they want. They want to strip you naked, like this, and do all the things I’m going to do to you.” Actually, they probably just wanted to stick their dicks in her, and Shairi doubted they’d be able to be as inventively perverse as she was, but she didn’t want to complicate things by saying that.

“Are you going to be a good little slut for them?”Shairi asked.

“Yes!” Yari gasped, cumming and collapsing on the bed. “Teach me how to be a good little slut, Miss Shairi,” she moaned, basking in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm of her young life.

Shairi got up on the bed again, spreading her legs wide so the girl’s head was between them. “Lick me. Down there.” Yari’s eyes widened at another new concept, but she obeyed.

“Here’s what you do,” Shairi explained as the peasant eagerly lapped at her cunt. “You find the boy you like most in the village, and get him to take your maidenhood.”

“How?” Yari asked.

Shairi smiled indulgently. “Get him alone and show him your tits. It won’t take anything more than that. After that, make it clear you’ll fuck anyone, but they have to give you a gift. Money, jewellery or something like that. The more you like them, the smaller the gift they need – although don’t give it back if they give you too much! If they don’t want you enough to pay, you have to make them want you.”

Shairi moaned, and continued. “Work especially hard at that for patrons of the inn, they’ll only be here for a night so you’ll have to make them horny. Bend over when you make their beds so they can get a good look at your arse. Wear your bodice half unbuttoned. When you get the chance, flash them your tits or lift your skirt to show them your pussy. That way you’ll be a good little whore, and make lots of money.”

Her wisdom imparted, Shairi lay back and enjoyed the tongue lashing. She looked forward to a long night of teaching Yari all about her body. And turning the impressionable girl into a sex-crazed harlot, as well as being fun and satisfying, was a fitting **** on her father for not interfering with the attempted **** earlier – and for calling Shairi a whore.