Girls' Night Out Part 3

Cora wrenches her hands from your throat with a guttural grunt. Glancing down, you see her naked chest rising and falling in rhythm with her labored breathing. Her eyes are closed as her focus is entirely inward. Deciding to give Cora space to come to terms with her decision, you slide off her lap. Only briefly tracing a finger along the side of her jaw, before you step away. She doesn't shy away from the loving caress, and her breathing momentarily steadies until you let her go. You've gained such a strong and beautiful knight.

“Your soul will be yours and further I'll keep it safe should anyone else try to claim it. For while your soul is yours, my knight, you belong to me. And I want all of you, intact and whole. Also, as I promised, my body is yours for tonight. Come to me once you're ready, Cora.”

You claim one of Tanith's arms and let the brothel matron lead you away. There are so many familiar faces, belonging to both the johns and the whores currently working the main floor. Many of the latter are a mixture of jealousy, dashed hopes of one day becoming top girl, and deadly venom. You continue to the adjoining office for a measure of privacy. You take the chair behind the desk for yourself, leaving her sit on the other end. Since Tanith doesn't protest, you cross your legs and make yourself comfortable.

“The Queen made me succubus, but chasing your approval taught me how to be one,” you say and dispel the tension cutting through the air. “I've lost count of how many cocks I've sucked dry of cum all so I could spend another month together in your bed.” You're a creature of sin and debauchery, but you have to admit offering the honest admission and praise feels refreshing. “I owe you a favor for running away like I did.”

“Mmmh, a favor? I can work with that, especially since your sudden disappearance caused quite a stir with the clients. A few quit entirely and others canceled their appointments. It's something I'll notice in the balance sheets by the end of the month, but you were still just one of my dozens of whore even if you were my favorite top earner, however the constant angry and indignant calls I could do without... So, you're letting Cora keep her soul?”

“Oh, that? Once she is sufficiently wrapped around my finger, I'll ask mother to use her soul magic to turn her into a lesser demon. She'll be begging me too before she knows it. Or perhaps Lily, if I trust her enough to not eat her should the lurid rumors about her be true.” You had heard a few things about her ravenous appetites already from Griese. The man couldn't stop bad mouthing your family even should his life depended on it – which you were making sure it would.

You both laugh, enjoying the casual nature of your chat. Despite all those nights together, your mind were usually on things other than talking with the cunning linguist. You lose track of the time, but eventually you noticed Cora leaning against the doorway. Her hair and unbuttoned suit and shirt were disheveled, and while the corner of her eyes were red from crying there was no mistaking the lustful glares the tomboy kept sending your way.

With a single motion, you stripped out of your white dress and underwear, letting the outfit fall to the floor. Both to mark the end of the cute and innocent-looking whore who worked for Tanith, and because you absolutely loved the feeling of Cora eating you up with her eyes. You strut over to her, then you place a hand over her chest as you lean your body against her. “Do you expect your princess to walk, or will you carry me in those strong arms of yours.”

Cora doesn't disappoint when she answers.