Distract Torax

Shairi quickly brought Torax to climax. She had hoped that cumming would slow him down, and possibly wear him out, but as she gulped down his seed, she saw runes glow on his cock and it leapt back to hardness. Clearly, he was using a spell to enhance his stamina. She’d have to come up with another plan.

She decided her best bet was to take control of the situation. “Mmm!” she said with false relish as she dramatically swallowed the last of his cum. “Delicious! And you’re hard again already! Linimra was right, I’m in for a hell of a ride! Will you thank her for me? I know that demon’s been stretching her cunt, but I’m sure she’d love it if you were to stick your big, hard cock up her tight little arsehole.” Shairi was careful to use her most seductive tone, speaking as if every word sent shivers of carnal pleasure through her. “Meanwhile, those demons of yours can have fun **** Emiet, and I can get out of all these clothes.”

There was a pause, in which Shairi tried to hide her tension. If Torax realised she was trying to manipulate him, or even if he just didn’t like her suggestions, this could go very badly for her. But finally, Torax nodded and gestured to the demon.

It pulled out of Linimra, dropping her roughly on the floor, and hurried over to Emiet. The succubus was now on top of the other whore, and they were sharing an intimate kiss. The lust demon had already mostly removed Emiet’s white dress, so the bull demon found two pussies were presented to it by their splayed legs – one human, one demonic. It gave a triumphant roar and started thrusting into each alternately. Emiet cried out as it speared her, but the succubus only laughed.

Shairi helped Linimra to her feet, and took her over to Torax. She turned her back to him, and reached round to spread her buttocks, exposing her puckered black rosebud to his cock. He eagerly grabbed her, and began to fuck her arse.

Shairi, meanwhile, began to strip. Years of lessons from Meritheir’s slaves meant Shairi was a brilliantly skilled stripper, and their training had built on a natural talent. She could make her motions languorously teasing, filling men with desire, or move with a **** lustfulness as if she wanted nothing more in the world than to throw off her clothes and be fucked. She could play the shy coquette, embarrassed to be revealing herself, or she could undress artlessly, in natural-seeming motions as if she was unaware of the audience, giving them a voyeuristic thrill.

She did none of these. Instead, she set out to strip as badly as possible. Her movements were awkward, and graceless, her actions utilitarian. In fact, she set out to make her strip-show as dull as a beautiful woman removing her clothes could possibly be.

It was only when she had pulled off her pants and dropped them on the floor like a dirty dish-cloth, leaving her completely nude, that she dared look at Torax. To her relief, her plan had worked. The mage had pushed Linimra onto all fours and was bent over her, ploughing into her arse. When he looked up, it was to glance hungrily at the sight of Emiet being ravished by the pair of demons. He seemed to have lost interest in Shairi entirely.

Just as planned.

Carefully, Shairi tip-toed across the room. She saw Fyneen looking at her, and put her finger to her lips. Hoping the apprentice would not reveal her, she opened the rune-carved door and slipped through it.