"We want to buy!"

Teysa hesitated. They were in now, yes, but they seemed no closer to the Eel than before. She doubted that the drow would agree to see a couple of strange, muddy women merely for the asking. What was the next step of this plan, anyways? She looked to Aliara, who stepped forward. "We'd like to do some business," the half-elf purred. The **** whine was gone from her voice. Now she sounded like a leopard.

"Well," smiled the scarecrow, "that is what I'm here for, after all. My name is Dullan. What is your pleasure? Grinweed? Joystones? Sporal?"

"We like amberhaze," said Aliara, clasping her hands together. "And we like to buy in bulk. No offense, my friend, but we're not here to trade some coppers for an afternoon's vacation. We want to move some weight. And we want to talk to your mistress."

The smile never left the thin drow's face. "Ah, the mistress, eh? And what makes you think she wants to talk to you?"

"That's up for her to decide, isn't it?" Aliara asked. She crossed her arms and smiled sweetly. "Why don't you run along and ask her? We'll wait."

Teysa hissed through her teeth. While Aliara had been talking, she had been scanning the room. There were guards here, too, standing in the shadows as still as statues. In response to some signal from the thin man-- or perhaps just overhearing the conversation-- they were stepping forward now.

"I don't think you understand how this works," Dullan said. "I think, in fact, you have quite the wrong idea. If you have business to discuss, you discuss it with me. I am a businessman. You don't bother the mistress with that. In fact..." he drew closer and bared his fangs in an ugly grin, "you only ask for the mistress if you aren't interested in business. If you have, let us say, ulterior motives for coming here. Or if you're just too stone fucking stupid to know how things are done!"

By the time he finished his last sentence Teysa was already moving-- but it was too late. Two guards stepped out behind her and another two flanked the thin man, who flashed a triumphant smile. Aliara seemed to sag. "Oh," she said in a tiny voice. Then she whipped around at snake speed and raked her nails across his grinning face.

Or tried to. Aliara was fast, but the thin man moved like a shadow. One second he was standing there smiling, the next his fingers were wrapped around Aliara's wrist. He gave it a twist and she cried out in pain. Heavy hands descended on Teysa's shoulders, and when she tried to twist out of their grip one of them punched her in the stomach hard enough to double her over.

"There we are," said Dullan in the same conversational tone as before. "You do know how to behave. Given the proper incentives. I think I know what you've come for, ladies. Don't worry-- I'm generous. Nobody goes away emptyhanded." He snapped his fingers and two more guards grabbed Aliara by the arms. Something heavy, a foot or spear butt, lashed into the back of Teysa's knee and made her stumble. The guards behind her **** her into a kneeling position and held her hands behind her back. Two more did the same to Aliara.

Both women stared up defiantly at Dullan. From this angle he seemed even more monstrously skeletal, like a corpse that had dragged itself back into the world. He turned his head and made a beckoning gesture, and a young drow ran up to him with a silver plate in his hands. This one looked to be no more than an adolescent and his eyes flickered nervously back and forth between Dullan and Teysa. The thin man took his time perusing the contents of the plate before reaching down and scooping something up. He nodded politely at the young drow, who turned and ran with one last fearful look over his shoulder.

Dullan crouched down in front of Teysa and Aliara. "Well. It looks like our business has run into a bit of a snag. You don't want to buy after all, do you?"

Teysa's response was to spit in his face. Saliva ran down his cheek and dripped onto the floor. He brushed it off with one hand and then stared at his fingers with an expression of terminal boredom.

"So rude. Well, you two need to relax. I think I know what you need. Free samples!" He uncurled his other palm to reveal a tiny pile of sparkling green dust. "This'll set you right. Legend has it that the salt from the tears of an angel can raise the dead, did you know that?" He stirred the little pile with his finger. "Well, we find succubi are easier to get ahold of than angels. And we don't use tears. But the principle at work is the same." He took a pinch between thumb and forefinger, pursed his lips, and blew it into Teysa's face.

The dust swirled and glittered in the air for a moment and then settled on her skin. She blinked furiously to clear her eyes, which were already starting to water. Despite her best efforts, a few particles disappeared up her nose. She gagged; the stuff smelled appalling, like a week-old corpse in a bog on a hot day. She could feel her gorge rising. Surely, she was about to throw up. She would—

She blinked. Something strange was happening. Her skin seemed to fizz. It felt cool, as though a gentle breeze was blowing on it. And how had she been so wrong about the smell? It was heavenly. It smelled like freshly baked bread, like fallen pine needles, like the sawdust of her father’s workshop and the mulled wine her mother had enjoyed on winter nights. She could taste it on her tongue, sweet and slightly musky. The taste was familiar... she had tasted it before, with her head between Aliara’s thighs and her tongue lapping gently at the half-elf’s honeypot.

She barely noticed when the guards released her shoulders. She felt like a wisp of cloud, something so light and ephemeral that it had no real substance at all, and she was rising. She sprawled on her hands and knees while her head soared off into the bright blue sky. Agamor’s sun was there, and it was as bright and warm and welcoming as she remembered.

The world around her had grown thin and insubstantial. She could see legs— some armored, some clad in colorful rags— but connecting them to the voices that murmured overhead was an impossible intellectual exercise. They weren’t _real. _They were just figments.

Aliara, though... she was real. She knelt a few feet away from Teysa with a look of wide-eyed awe plastered across her face. Delicate green sparkles twinkled on her face. Her nostrils flared and her head turned towards Teysa as though it was on a swivel. The paladin wondered what she was smelling.

The two of them crawled towards each other, a simple process made more difficult by Teysa’s sudden clumsiness. Every step took effort. Her limbs didn’t seem to want to obey her. The cool feeling on her skin had evaporated, to be replaced by a rising, sweaty heat. She practically fell into Aliara’s arms and managed to pull the half-elf down on top of her as she toppled.

The kiss that followed started out passionate and quickly became frenzied. Teysa’s fingers curled into hooked claws and she raked them through Aliara’s hair. Aliara bit Teysa’s lip, at first gently, then hard enough to break the skin. Their tongues lashed and tangled. The taste of her filled Teysa’s head and drove out all other thoughts. She sucked greedily at Aliara’s mouth as though trying to drink her essence. One of the half-elf’s hands slithered under Teysa’s shirt and groped at her breasts. Thin fingers found her nipple and squeezed, and the sensitive bud sent a spike of pleasure into Teysa’s brain that made her shiver from head to toe.

The fire between her legs was mounting. Teysa could feel the dampness between her thighs, and a sense of pressure, as though she was straining at the confinement of her clothes. She broke the kiss long enough to tear at the hateful, imprisoning fabric. Her fingers seemed to slice right through the material and leave it in tatters. She stared in wonder at her hands; her fingernails had grown into calcified hooks. At the same time a growing pain was building at the base of her spine, just between her butt cheeks. She howled and arched her back. With a wet tearing sound, something long and fleshy pushed free of her body and squirmed in the air like a snake: a tail, tipped with a spade-shaped point that tapered to a razor edge.

“It’ll wear off soon enough,” came a voice from somewhere a million miles above her. “But until then... enjoy yourself!”

Teysa looked down in mounting horror. Her pussy lips, normally pink and demure folds of soft flesh, were angry- red and puffy. Clear liquid dripped endlessly from her furrow. Her clit had slipped free from its hood and swollen to the size of her thumb. As she watched, it pulsed and contracted like a beating heart, then grew again. She screamed in frustration. It felt hot, so hot, like a sword fresh from the forge. It glowed cherry-red, and she fancied she could see steam rising from its surface. She needed to quench it, now.

Aliara, meanwhile had rolled onto her side and was mewling like an animal. She had managed to remove her own trousers and both of her hands were between her legs. She frigged herself with manic energy, but no matter how hard she pumped her fingers in and out or how fast she rubbed the glistening bead between her lips, it never seemed to satisfy her.

Teysa knew what to do. She grabbed Aliara by the hips, not caring about the tiny puncture wounds her claws left in the skin. The half-elf yelped in surprise as she was hauled into a kneeling position, but presented her pussy like a cat in heat and wagged her round butt back and forth. Teysa hissed triumphantly and thrust her hips forward. Her clit projected out between her legs like a fat, glorious cock. She plunged it into Aliara’s quim with a wet and buttery squelch.

The effect was instantaneous. Aliara bellowed and thrust her hips backwards. Her velvety passage swallowed Teysa’s cock to the hilt. Inside, muscles rippled, and Teysa could feel them milking her. She pulled herself almost all the way out, then rammed forward again, enjoying the feeling of warm flesh parting before her tool.

“UUUUWWWWWWAAHHHHH!”

Aliara cried out in ecstasy. Teysa could barely restrain her own moans. The feeling was so good! Was this how men felt every time? No wonder they let their cocks do half the thinking for them! Heedless of the gathering audience, Teysa picked up steam. She fell into a rhythm of rapid, pounding strokes. Each slap of skin on skin rang out like music to her ears; each lewd groan or cry of pleasure was a chorus. Aliara’s fat butt cheeks bounced and slapped together with each thrust. By now her cunt was practically overflowing, and each wet impact launched a misty spray of sweat and girl-juice all over Teysa’s lower belly.

Teysa ran her hands across Aliara’s back, plowing red furrows in the skin. This only seemed to drive the half-elf into greater throes of pleasure. Her flesh ran like hot candle wax, and for a moment concern broke through the armor of lust around Teysa’s thoughts. An obscene bulge formed between her jiggling ass-cheeks and burst through the skin with a wet pop; a tail to match Teysa’s, although this one terminated in a fat, blunt cylinder. Teysa grabbed it one hand and squeezed gently. A dollop of creamy fluid spurted from the tip and Aliara’s moans went up a register.

Teysa smiled wickedly and pulled on her lover’s tail. She ignored the cries of pain and lifted its sausage-like tip to her mouth. Her tongue darted out to tease the tip and she was rewarded with a mouthful of nectar. It was as thick as honey and far sweeter. She swallowed and then opened her jaw as wide as she could. She could barely get her lips around the fat tip, yet she strained all the same to cram as much of it into her mouth as possible.

All the while her clit-prick sawed in and out of Aliara’s clenching, spasming pussy. With each thrust she molded the half-elf’s tight passage into a gaping fuck-sleeve. Her unnatural member was the size of a forearm now, and as her pleasure grew, it continued to expand. Strange knobs and ridges erupted from its surface, each designed to maximize the stimulation it could deliver. Aliara’s vagina was similarly augmented, and Teysa could feel tiny suckers and waving fronds squeezing and caressing her cock every time she bottomed out. Her lust grew and grew, and yet like water dammed up behind a stone wall, it stubbornly refused to grant her release.

A sudden spasm made her let go of the tail in her mouth, yet it stayed in place. Indeed, even without Teysa’s hand around it, it burrowed deeper and deeper into her mouth. She could not see the expression of devilish mischief on Aliara’s face, but she could feel the thing squirming and tunneling down her throat. It slid past her creaking jaw and bumped her tonsils before forcing itself into her throat. She clawed desperately at her neck and felt the bulge forming there. It was cutting off her oxygen, but she was too delirious to worry about that right now. The whole tail twitched, and then with an audible spattering sound, it began to shoot load after sticky load of thick, creamy goo directly into Teysa’s stomach. Each watery squirting noise was accompanied by a warm feeling inside. The gunk splashed into her stomach in endless ribbons. Her belly pooched out slightly from the massive geyser of demonic tail-cum she was being **** to swallow. And all this time she did not relent in her furious pounding, not even when her face began to turn blue and her eyes rolled back into her head.

At last, the final dribbles leaked out and the tail withdrew. Teysa drew in a deep breath that rattled in her chest. She could feel the fullness in her stomach, and when she looked down, she was unsurprised to see her midsectioned swollen like a pregnant woman’s. She grabbed the round tail-tip, which was still leaking occasionally, and turned it around. With a cackle of glee she plunged it right in between Aliara’s butt cheeks and into the tempting pink pucker of her ass.

The tail was already lubed up with Teysa’s spit and its own ejaculations and it slid in with barely a protest. All the air left Aliara’s lungs at once, but when she took in a fresh breath she let out a happy sigh. At first, Teysa kept her hand on the tail and thrust it roughly in and out, but soon Aliara took over and quite literally began to fuck herself. She timed her strokes to Teysa’s so that both of her holes were being filled at once. The feeling of that thick tail-cock pressing against the thin membrane inside her drove Teysa to distraction. Clearly, it was having an even more dramatic effect on Aliara. The half-elf’s face colored and her tongue lolled out of her head. She was reduced to gibbering weakly and rolling her head back and forth across the floor.

Teysa could feel herself growing close to climax. She jerked her hips forward hard enough to lift Aliara off the ground. She had reached some kind of barrier inside the half-elf, a fleshy aperture her mutant cock would not pass. She gritted her teeth and thrust harder, focusing all her hill and effort. There was a moment of incredibly tightness and then Aliara shrieked and Teysa realized she was in her womb. Now, she knew, now she was ready. Now was the time. Aliara’s cervix spammed frantically, trying to close itself off and **** Teysa out, but with one final monstrous thrust she rooted herself deeper than ever. Her vision blanked out as she began to come.

This orgasm was unlike any she had had before. It started at the tip of her cock and rolled backwards, filling her insides with light and warmth. It spread up her arms and down to her feet. Where it passed, her limbs went limp. Her nipples erupted in warm streams of ambrosia that flowed down her swollen belly. She wavered for a moment, then collapsed forward like a falling tree. The motion pulled her cock free of Aliara’s clutching pussy and a torrent of warm honey came with it. Teysa landed face-down on top of Aliara, squashing her down into the hard ground. She had the presence of mind to roll off her lover before she crushed her, and the two of them lay in a tangled pile of limbs and tails. Both of them were soaked from head to toe in sweat, spit, ejaculate and more esoteric fluids, and neither had the strength to move. Teysa’s eyes fluttered open and fell on Aliara’s face. The half-elf looked completely serene and blissful. She smiled gently and raised one trembling hand to cup Teysa’s cheek.

It took hours for the demonic power fizzing in their bloodstreams to peter out. In that time, they coupled six times more, each time more wild and hedonistic than the last. By the time their last session ended, both spent and hollow, they had forgotten what brought them here. All that mattered was the next succubus infusion, and the joystones and amberhaze that helped them pass the time between them. They had to earn their treats, of course... but there was always entertaining to be done.