Meeting the whores.

When at last I had finished dressing and getting myself ready, it was time to begin the tour in earnest. Before leaving the room, I made a point to take my book, it felt natural in my hand, and it strangely gave me no feeling of inconvenience at the thought of bringing it with me despite its size.

As it was the closest room to the madam’s quarters, we went into the lounge first. Once inside, I quickly surveyed the room. It was fairly large and appeared quite cozy. Against one wall was a fireplace that was lit and a pair of comfortable chairs in front of it. Rounding a corner along another wall was a bookshelf that had a number of books with titles in the runic language, which I supposed was called Abyssal, but I couldn’t quite make out the names from my distance. In addition, the shelf was decorated with a number of small statuettes and strange and interesting flowers. Next to this bookshelf was another chair next to an end-table that held a single strange white glowing orb set upon a pedestal. I had noticed earlier that the whole building was lit with these odd glowing orbs, usually suspended from the ceiling.

On the opposite wall from the fireplace was an enormous pile of comfortable-looking pillows and a number of blankets thrown onto it in a haphazard array. Above this pile of softness the whole wall was wreathed in sweet-smelling leafy vines that grew from a pot hanging from the ceiling between two more of the light-giving orbs.

There were two individuals in the room, as it happened, and it was immediately clear by their beauty, dress, and makeup that they were whores. They both appeared vastly different, however. One of them, currently laying among the pile of pillows, was an imp woman with blood-red hair and soft pink skin. Though she was only three feet tall at most, she had very shapely and curvaceous proportions, with large breasts and appropriately thick thighs. The imp girl wore no clothing whatsoever, but she was covered from neck to foot in various golden, gleaming accessories. From necklaces, to bracelets, and even toe-rings with small chains attached to anklets.

The other woman was seated at the chair next to the bookshelf, and she was scanning through the pages. She was clearly an omen, with pointed ears and black sclera surrounding her sapphire blue irises. A mane of wavy golden hair surrounded her head and fell off her shoulders, and a beauty mark sat on the right side of her ruby-red lips. Her outfit, which barely covered a very curvaceous figure and the largest breasts I had seen so far, like a pair of watermelons hanging from her chest, was a simple white dress that was just barely sheer enough that I could make out the darker circles of her nipples within the extremely scant material.

Upon seeing Ivy’s arrival with me in tow, they both peered across the room curiously.

“Who’s that?” The pink imp was the first to hop up from the pillows and soar through the air, bat-like wings flapping, toward me and land gracefully in front of me. Her eyes were strange and alien, it was as though someone had taken a normal human eye and painted the whole thing a vibrant scarlet red. The sclera and iris were both the same shade of red, only the varying texture of the iris showed any difference, and even the pupil was not completely black, but a very dark shade of red.

The woman at the other end of the room set down her book at the end table and stood up as well, making toward me much more slowly but with impossible grace.

“Silus Serpentis.” I said.

“I have taken her on as an apprentice.” Ivy finished. “And before you ask, she is indeed a human, though she has no memory of how she ended up in Abyssia.”

“Bloody hell,” the imp said, though what she had begun staring at was my exposed penis as it hung flaccid between my thighs, “that thing is ‘uge.” She said.

“It’s nice to meet you.” The golden-haired woman held out her hand for me to shake, and I happily did so, marveling at its softness. “My name is Evangeline. Eva if you like.”

“Oh! And I’m Izlani.” The imp said, looking up at me only long enough to greet me before turning her gaze back down to my cock and licking her lips. “You can call me Izzy, though.”

Casually, and without asking permission, I lifted my hands and pressed my palms into each of their breasts, giving them squeezes to examine their texture. Evangeline’s breasts were of course large but very soft and elastic, and she smiled warmly at my touch. Izlani’s on the other hand were small but soft, tender, springy and bouncy in a delightful way.

“I like you two already.” I said, smiling.

They both laughed, Evangeline’s being a soft chuckle while Izlani gave a hearty giggle.

“I have told her that she has free access to you or your services anytime she pleases.” Ivy said.

“I’m ‘opin that’s gonna be often.” Izlani said and winked up at me, pushing out her little chest for easier access.

“Do you happen to know where the others are?” Ivy asked.

“Vix just left, she said she was going to take a bath.” Evangeline said.

“She and I mighta just been fuckin’.” Izlani admitted, managing to pry herself away from me and she soared silently across the room to land in the pillows again.

“I don’t know where Mel is.” Evangeline finished, ignoring Izlani’s input. “I don’t think she left though, she normally doesn’t this close to opening.

Ivy nodded and turned to me, giving me a look that seemed to ask if there was anything else I wanted to say.

“If you ladies don’t mind, I have a question.” I asked. One of my hands was still idly kneading Evangeline’s hefty breast, and it had even slipped under the fabric of her dress to feel it directly by now.

“Go ahead.” She said, still smiling warmly and gracefully.

“What would you consider your strengths to be?” I asked.

“I’m very flexible.” Izlani said. “And uh, I’m small, some people fancy that, and…” she seemed to struggle to come up with much else.

“You have seemingly endless stores of stamina.” Ivy added.

“Oh right,” the imp giggled, “I can fuck all day.” She beamed. That was good to know. I turned to Evangeline next.

“Well,” she began, “I’ve been here the longest out of all four of us, so I have the most experience for starters. My style is very… nurturing I suppose is a good word.”

“You might call it ‘motherly’.” Ivy clarified, and I understood immediately what she meant.

Evangeline had a puzzled look on her face for a moment but then seemed to wave the mystery away, probably correctly guessing that it was some human thing. If their birthing process was indeed to just “spawn from pits” as Korivia had put it, that meant they didn’t have any concept of motherhood, and even family might be a foreign concept. That did make me wonder how Ivy knew, but I decided to ask later.

I finally released my hand from her chest. “Very well, I think that’s all. It was nice meeting you and I look forward to working with you.” I said, smiling at them.

“Likewise.” Evangeline bowed slightly and then crossed the room back to her book.

Izlani waved her hand enthusiastically and grinned a cute, toothy grin.

When Ivy and I turned out into the hall she led me down the stairs but not into the common room. She explained that the hallway just before it was where all of the worker’s rooms were. She led me down this hall and showed me all of the whores’ rooms.

It was easy to tell that the first of them was Izlani’s room, it was covered in fluffiness and pink, and it appeared like every single inch of the room was comfortable and welcoming. The next room belonged to Vixilica, who I hadn’t met yet. Her room was darker in color and seemed to favor deep vivid reds, maroons, and blacks. There was also a considerable amount of lace and sheer materials among the decorations and bedsheets. The next room was Evangeline’s, and as a stark contrast to the previous room, this one was white, cream, and gold with a great love of sheer.

Ivy opened the door to the final room, which was modestly decorated with purples and silvers, with mostly comfortable-looking materials. This room was occupied, and its occupant sat up in her bed when the door had opened.

“Melandra, my apologies I did not know you were sleeping in here.” Ivy said.

The woman yawned, stretched, and sleepily rubbed her eyes. “S’all right, I guess I should get up anyway.” The woman was an omen with shoulder-length glistening silver hair and bicolored eyes. Both irises were vivid in color, but one was a bright lavender and the other was a striking magenta. Her breasts were large (not quite as large as Ivy), perky and shapely, and every inch of her pale skin looked to be as soft as clouds.

She finally looked at me curiously after tossing aside her covers and swinging her long legs over the side of her bed. “Who’s that?” She asked.

“My reason for being here, actually.” Ivy said. “This is Silus Serpentis, I have hired her on as my apprentice.”

The woman stretched one more time before standing up. She was quite tall, standing at least six feet, taller than myself for sure. She crossed the room to me in a few steps, smiling slightly as she approached. Before doing anything else, she was suddenly on her knees and sliding my length into her mouth. It was flaccid, but the sensation was immediately pleasurable.

“What are you doing?” Ivy asked.

Melandra peered up at the madam curiously, sliding my soft, though rapidly hardening, cock out of her mouth. “I assumed you brought her here to test the merchandise.” She was now gliding her hands skillfully but slowly along my length, coaxing it to full hardness.

“My plan was simply to introduce her to you.” Ivy replied.

“What better introduction?” Melandra asked, and then slid my length, still only half-hard, into her mouth.

“I like her.” I admitted and stifled a moan.

Ivy couldn’t help but chuckle even as she shook her head. “You girls sometimes. Fine, but you must be quick. We open in about an hour and I have to finish giving her the tour.”

Melandra’s reply was two consecutive hums of agreement as she slid her lips up and down my fully erect length. She moved very slowly but deliberately.

“I said quickly. I gave Silus free and total access to you, so you can give her your full pampering later.” After saying this, Ivy turned and began walking away. “I will return in a moment.”

The silver-haired beauty rolled her eyes but picked up her pace, still sliding very deliberately along my length but faster. She pulled herself off my length to look up at me. “I was hoping to show you what I’m good at, but I guess I’ll have to just tell you.” She said while stroking my lengthy cock with her hands. I noticed the presence of a silver ring inlaid with a purple gem on her left ring-finger. “I like to go slow and deliberate, and I like to talk. I like to think of my service as more of a ‘session’ where my clients can relax while having a sympathetic ear and willing body.” She smiled. “I’d love to give you a session later. Maybe after the shift?”

It certainly sounded like a good way to destress. “How could I refuse?” I shrugged and she smiled wide before plunging my cock back into her mouth. She was moving faster now, and her steady bobbing pace was maddeningly pleasurable. She was certainly skilled, and her delicate-looking hands were reaching up to fondle my balls as she swiftly tried to milk me.

It didn’t take long, and I began shooting my long rope of cum into her mouth only after about a minute of her steady and deliberate movements.

Her eyes widened after a few gulps of the cream, but I had no idea what it was in response to. In any case it didn’t stop her from eagerly swallowing down the substance. When I was finished, she slid off my rigid cock and licked her lips.

“Mm, tastes wonderful.” She said. “And I simply love how it keeps coming out like that. I notice that you’re human, but I have been bound to a human once and that was not how he ejaculated.”

I wasn’t quite sure what she meant by “bound”, but I took it in stride. “I don’t know why I do that either. I frankly have no memories of my past. I’m not even sure how I got here.”

“Oh, I see.” She said, standing up and then embracing me suddenly. My head was pressed on her soft breasts like they were pillows. She smelled wonderful, flowery even. “That does sound troubling. I’ll look forward to our sessions even more now. I might know a few tricks to help coax out some of your memories.”

“I’d love nothing more.” I admitted. “I should probably go now, though.” I said and she let go, stepping back and yawning as Ivy made her way back to us.

“Ah yes, I should get ready as well. It was lovely to meet you, Silus, I look forward to working with you.” She smiled warmly and Ivy and I left the room.

When we were alone, I turned to the violet demon and repeated myself. “I like her.”

“She is the oldest demon among all of us in the Scarlet Tail, she has been alive for nearly seven-hundred years. She has mastered many fields of study and has been to many different places, including in the human world for a time.”

“Fascinating.” I said, nodding. She would be a good source to ask about various human matters. A slight smile twitched at my lips when I realized the absurdity of that idea, a demon being the subject matter expert on humans as opposed to a human like me.

Ivy began leading me through the hall again. “I believe we’ll go to the private bath to meet Vixilica next, she has asked specifically to meet you. I’ll leave you there to do as you will, I need to speak to Mentis for a moment anyway. Meet me in the kitchen when you have finished but try to be quick.”

“Got it.”

“There is something I need to warn you about specifically when it comes to Vixilica first, though.”

“Oh?”

“She is not an omen, ifran, nor succubus. She is actually a species of demon ordinarily native to Erebus, the sixth layer. She is an arachna. Unlike most other demons, arachnae are very organized and have a structured caste society. Laws and traditions are very important to them.”

By this point we were both standing outside the private bath, which I was already familiar with.

“This is relevant to you because of your apparent love of fellatio. Some individuals in arachnaean society have penises, and it is generally seen as a sign of submission to kiss, lick, or suck on the penis of another individual, even those who are not arachnae. For them to suck a penis is comparable to being in Dystopian society and offering to collar themselves in the name of another. It is a binding agreement, except in their case it is permanent and a serious matter.”

“So, what you’re saying is I shouldn’t make her give me a blowjob.” I distilled her point as best I could.

“What I told you still stands; you have free access to these women. You are certainly allowed to make her do it, but she will likely despise you for it and I would not recommend making that your first impression. It may even drive her to run away and then we would be down a whore. Not a great start in either case.”

Because I was the sort of person to think ahead, I had to ask. “And what if she willingly offers to do it?”

“Then she is your property and yours alone to do with as you please anyway. You could have her continue to work here as a whore and she would happily do so, or you could make her your personal pet.” Ivy tapped her chin thoughtfully before continuing. “I haven’t had time to research the matter, perhaps you can on your own time as we do have a library in town you can visit, but if my suspicions are correct getting her to submit to you willingly would be a very good idea.”

I wasn’t going to press her on the matter, if she wanted me to know more, she would have told me. “I understand then. I’ll find some other way to enjoy myself I’m sure.”

“Your stamina is admirable.” Ivy chuckled and made her way past me to the kitchen.

I walked through the door and the sight that greeted me was unusual. Seated upon the stool that I had been on not long before, facing me, was a woman with some strange features. A long curtain of raven-black hair fell over her shoulders in a wet mass, she had a slender humanoid shape with pure white skin and breasts that only seemed barely larger than my own tipped with light grey nipples that were fluffy and inverted.

But the interesting parts were the ones that were altogether inhuman. For starters, her eyes were large and solidly black but reflective, and there were three. Two where normal eyes ought to be, but a third eye on her forehead that opened sideways. Her hair was parted down the center seemingly to avoid obstructing this eye. Next were her extremities, from the elbow down she did not have ordinary humanoid hands. They still had the same basic shape with four distinct fingers and a thumb, but they were covered in what looked like a smooth, thick, chitinous and sectional material that was tipped with subtle but sharp-looking claws. The same was true of her legs, from the knee down was the same exoskeleton-like material, but she had five toes as one would expect from a humanoid shape. Finally, her pelvis did not have a feminine sex, instead there was the unmistakable form of a penis, though it was a single smooth black appendage that extended up to her naval, and there were no testes it seemed, at least none that were obvious. The penis seemed to extend from more of the black chitin surrounding her entire nether region.

For her part, as I examined her body, she examined mine, but her eyes immediately fell on my flaccid cock and they widened slightly. Not long after, a pinkish blush appeared obviously on her cheeks.

“Are you Vixilica?” I asked, taking the conversational initiative.

She cleared her throat. “Yes, and you must be Lady Serpentis?” Her voice was high and breathy, almost like a loud whisper. She seemed to have a slight lisp, and her “s” sounds ended up having a more “th” quality to them.

I nodded.

She bowed her head low, extending her arms out to her sides. “Then, as the apprentice to Lady Ivy this is also your house, I reside in your house, and therefore I am yours to command.” I noted with interest that the palms and insides of her fingers appeared to be much softer than her rigid chitin, though they were still black in color in contrast to the rest of her snowy-white skin.

Unsure of how to respond to this formality, I shrugged. “No need to be so formal. You can call me Silus.”

“Lady Silus then.” She said, coming back up. She seemed to have misunderstood me, but I was unconcerned. Whatever she wanted to call me was fine by me. She then fidgeted slightly, seeming nervous.

I took a few steps toward her, casting off my robe and putting it in the clean crate along with my red book. “I heard you requested to see me specifically.”