Of course!

At Imagel’s command, Traagan lay down, his cock sticking up like a mast. The half-elf stood over him and slowly lowered herself onto his manhood, rubbing its tip with her pussy lips, which were slick with excitement. Finally, she pushed herself down in it hard, and gave a shriek as it split her wide open, stretching her pussy as far as it would go. Only a quarter of it went in. She moaned, revelling in the feeling of fullness. Then she began to wriggle her hips back and forth, trying to drive it deeper into her.

Shairi smiled fondly. This wanton, adventurous sluttiness was so typical of her big sister. She remembered how, back in their village, there’d been a girl Imagel’s age who’d treated her with loud contempt for sleeping around rather than keeping her virginity until marriage the way the Church of Light demanded. The girl had picked up her attitude from her mother, the miller’s widow, who had several times tried to run Shairi’s mother out of town for whoring.

Imagel had dealt with the problem in typical style. She’d gathered a posse of her lovers, including the mill’s two hired workers, and taken them to the mill. There, they’d gang-**** Imagel’s critic alongside her mother. Of course, it didn’t take long for Imagel to join in. The orgy had taken all day in the end, and Shairi could still remember Imagel coming home, grinning and smelling of cum.

It had caused a minor scandal in the village when the miller’s widow and her teenage daughter had each married one of the mill’s strapping young helpers. It would have caused even more of a scandal if it had been known that the marriage was mainly to excuse their pregnant bellies, that they had no idea who the true fathers of those babies were – or that their devotion to the principle of chastity had faltered, and they happily acquiesced when their new husbands shared them with their friends.

It didn’t surprise Shairi that Imagel was enjoying the opportunities for greater feats of sluttiness – and to show them off to a wider audience.

Once Imagel began trying to fuck Traagan properly, it seemed to be a signal for the rest of the thief guild to join in. They grabbed the whores and immediately started pulling off their clothes. Of course, in a decent brothel like this the girls would expect to be taken upstairs, rather than fucked in public like cheap slaves. But they couldn’t go against Andar, and the guild members didn’t care. In fact, Shairi saw one get so over-excited that he tried to grab one of the female customers – and gave a yowl as she discouraged him with a sharp jab to his balls, raising mocking laughter from his colleagues.

Shairi wondered what to do next. She’d like to talk to her sister, who she hadn’t seem for years. But more than that, Imagel’s position as Andar’s mistress would allow her to put in a good word for Shairi. Of course, it was clear that Andar and his gang had difficulty with the idea of women being good for more than fuck-toys, so anything she could do to impress him before she applied would be good.