Yes and some other Mythfolk approach Phil.

Only a few moments after Phil had ushered Tar over to the two women who seemed interested in him, Phil was approached.

Two women, well, Mythfolk, approached him and sat at the table without even asking. “Hi,” he said a little awkwardly, looking between the two women.

Each were curvaceous, were obviously busty, and had round arses, long leathery tails and wings. Their skin seemed to shimmer, a deep blue-purple one moment, pail red highlights the next. They were, as far as Phil could tell, identical in physical details. However, one had piercings through their eyebrow, and the other did not. “Sorry to intrude, but my sister and I could not help but smell you from afar.”

Phil started slightly, “Smell me?” he asked. They were wearing very similar clothes—a semi-transparent top with a decal pasted onto it. The decal was a different set of symbols for each of them but was placed such that their nipples were covered by the black plastic used for the decal. They each wore a long skirt that seemed to be little more than a series of triangular fabrics tied in place with a blue cord. There were slits between them, allowing their tails to be free, and some overlapped to cover their more intimate parts.

“I am Fri, and this is my sister Ma’,” the one with the piercings said, “We are succubi of the clan Drak’nov’i.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Phil. But I’m still a little confused about the whole smelling thing?” Phil replied.

Ma’ moved her seat closer and ran a hand up to his leg. He jumped for a moment and then again when she grabbed his crotch. “He feels suitable,” Ma’ said to her sister.

Ma’ did not move her hand, instead of squeezing and massaging him as he groaned, slowly hardening. “Suitable?” Phil managed to groan out. Her hand felt incredible, and it was still outside of his pants.

Fri smiled. “Succubi can smell compatible mates, those who would make good partners, good lovers,” she said slowly.

Phil blinked, “Wait, you smelt me and decided you want to fuck me?” he asked.

Fri’s smile broadened, and Phil saw she had larger-sharp teeth, heavily engraved and infilled with some resin that matched their skin colour. “Yes,” Fri said simply, “though scent isn’t everything, my sister says that you will do.”

Phil looked down for a moment and then looked towards Ma’. “You mean, you thought I would be a good fuck from my smell, but you wanted to check how big my cock was, so that’s why your sister is currently groping me?”

Ma’ squeezed a little harder. “Trust us. You will have pleasure that you cannot fathom. You must know the human legends of succubi? They pail in comparison to what we can actually do.”

She grabbed one of his hands and pulled it to her bare shoulder. As Phil ran his hand down her arm, he felt a tingling, almost electric sensation. He also noted that her skin was textured, a fine grain, not like leather or scales, but something else. Phil couldn’t help but groan. “So, you want to ravage me?” he asked.

Fri and Ma’ both looked at each other. “You will beg for us to continue, and we will until you can beg no more.”

He bit his lip and looked towards where Tar was talking to the two human women. But Tar did not turn around. “Ok, so, your place? Or mine?” he asked.

Fri leant in close to his ear, “That depends. Do you want to be tied up? Do you want us to use all the tools we have to please you?”

Phil groaned, “I, well, that sounds very nice, but I, well, I might need a few breaks to satisfy you both.”

Ma’ leant into his ear and gently bit his lobe. Her sharp teeth were gentle and he shuddered at the thought of her biting him other places. “We will keep you hard for hours. You will cum again and again and even when you hurt from being hard for so long, you will beg us to continue,” she said.

“Is that some kind of special power that succubi have?” he asked.

Fri smiled, “You could say that when we are aroused, we secrete milk from our breasts which is an aphrodisiac.”

Ma’s hand shifted, and he felt her unzip his fly under the table. “So, you want to take me back to your place for me to suck on your breasts and beg you to fuck me all night long?” he asked. As he reached the end of the sentence, he tensed. Ma’ had grasped his cock and was stroking it. It was soft and textured. There was a tingling almost like he was near a transformer, the underlying hum of electricity. She stroked him softly, and he could not focus. He’d been given hand jobs before, but this was different, spectacular, and teasing. Letting him know there was more pleasure available.

Phil licked his lips, “So, your place then,” he groaned. “Is it far?”

Fri shook her head, “We live upstairs.” Ma’ pushed his cock back into his pants and slid the fly up before both sisters stood and turned away from him. They walked with a sensual grace that demanded Phil’s attention, and he quickly moaned.

He left a note on the table to pay for the drinks and stood up, following them with some difficulty as his cock wouldn’t go down.