Of course.

My gradually stiffening member was making its opinion on the matter pretty well known, and the fact that it was rubbing against Korivia’s thigh meant she wouldn’t have much guesswork to figure it out as well.

“I think I can spare a moment to enjoy myself. The whores that work here have done a pretty good job of getting me all worked up.”

“I’ll bet,” Korivia replied and wrapped a hand around my cock, sliding it up and down and encouraging it to grow even larger, “but how shall I relieve the stresses of your new job?”

It crossed my mind to be curious about how she had known that I was the madam’s apprentice, but the fact that she could read thoughts had a curious way of being forgotten. After this thought I turned my attention to answering her question, it was a good one. Perhaps I should have been subtle about it. On the other hand, I could use the opportunity to show how in control I was, or at least intended to be.

Seeing Korivia’s swishing tail, which was swaying in the air next to her thigh curling and uncurling itself in a strange but enticing dance I think I had my answer, and thanks to Korivia’s telepathic powers she did too. She grinned.

“You know, they say you can tell a succubus’ mood by what her tail is doing,” she said, casually, letting the spade-like tip caress my cheek.

“Can you?” I replied, just as casually, “And what’s it saying now, may I ask?”

The spaded tip, softer than I might have expected but smooth, trailed down my cheek to my neck, brushing along my nape like a lover’s kiss. Then it wandered to my modest breasts, giving each nipple a soft flick, eliciting a gasp from me and a grin.

“It likes your idea,” was Korivia’s reply as the tail finally plunged down next to her thigh and began dragging itself up and down along my shaft like a tongue licking at its stiffness.

This sent a warm shiver up my spine, I looked her in the eyes with lust as I felt the thing begin to wrap around my length, coiling with the dexterity of practiced fingers and pumping along it. Her response to my gaze was to lean in and press her lips against mine. They were soft, and I could practically taste the heat of her breath. It had a certain spicy heat to it, while her tongue had a sweetness that mixed with it into delectable intoxication. As our kiss commenced and consequently deepened, I could feel her tail sliding up and down around my member even more intensely.

If the vigorous movements on the appendage were enough to go by, the demon’s mood was hot, horny, and eager. The way it was coiled around the length and dragging itself, combined with the furiously heated kiss she was giving me, was giving me the distinct impression that she was almost **** for this, and didn’t want to let go lest I slip away and disappear back into the world I came from.

In truth, I was just as heated by the situation as she was, and I wanted to show her that I had no intention of slipping away. With one hand I grabbed her meaty rump, grasping the soft and springy flesh and practically digging my nails into the skin. My other hand thrust under the black veil of cloth that covered her large breasts to do the same to one of her pendulous teats.

At my touch, she moaned and wormed her tongue deeper into my mouth, tasting every inch of it. The insides of my cheeks, my gums, my teeth, and of course my own tongue. After a moment or two, I did the same, plunging into her lips and tasting all of it. All the while the heat at my groin was burning like a blacksmith’s forge as her tail quickly and expertly whipped itself up and down along it.

By now a few of the patrons had taken notice of our shenanigans and were peering at us. There was a pair of imps, an ifran, a trio of omen men watching, and even Eruka stopped to take a look. The view was definitely enticing them. At that precise moment, I wasn’t concerned about whether or not Ivy would be disappointed in this behavior, I just wanted to spread the heat of my desire and pleasure at the hands of this succubus like a plague through the room. I wanted them to know our heat, but only with their eyes. Korivia was my toy, not theirs.

This thought blindsided me, and later I would question it. She most certainly was not mine. She was a free woman, able to do as she pleased. But in that immediate moment the sentiment felt right, and just to show it I lifted my hand and brought it down on her pale rear with a loud smack. She moaned so intensely that it broke our kiss, and I bit my lip in satisfaction having gotten such a reaction. I looked out to see everyone’s hungry gazes, more than a few of which were jealous ones at the fresh red mark my hand had left on the succubus’ rear.

This was enough, the dam broke and from betwixt the coils of Korivia’s tail my sperm began to rocket from my tip. A constant stream of white that nearly splashed against the ceiling but instead rained down on the demon’s delighted form. Trickles landed on her breasts, her thighs, on my own belly, and an errant drop landed between her lips. She lapped it up eagerly, and then smiled at me as my stream had lessened in intensity. She leaned forward to catch the stuff on her face and in her mouth, gulping down whatever managed to find its way in there. I noted with interest that she had been aiming the stream with her tail so that my cream would end up in that intoxicating mouth of hers.

The crowd, that which had been watching curiously, all clapped and applauded at the display. Eruka even stuck her fingers in her cheeks and whistled.

When at last my climax had subsided, she stood up but leaned forward to lick up the remnants of spunk that still caked my softening member, then dragged her long and expert tongue along my belly.

“There, all clean. Shall I do myself?” She asked.

“No.” I said, still riding the high of false ownership. This was the moment I had realized I wasn’t actually her owner and felt slightly ashamed.

If she sensed this emotion, and I was certain she had, her response to the thought was a wink and a sultry smile. “I like it,” she said, and I wasn’t entirely positive if she meant the glaze of cum which now soaked her, or the fact that I had fooled myself into thinking I owned her. Perhaps she was conveniently responding to both.

I smiled. This woman, demon or not, was an angel in my eyes. I couldn’t deny my own feelings of warmth and gratitude; if she hadn’t been stalking me in the forest, I might not have ended up here after Veshra convinced Artor to keep to himself and be on his way. I liked her, and I didn’t need to be a mind reader like her to know she had similar feelings. It was the way she smiled with her eyes when she saw me, the little excited bounce when she sauntered up to me. I didn’t know what it was, but it didn’t matter, the feeling was mutual and that was what mattered.

But this made me troubled about what she had said to me before we started fooling around.

“Sit back down,” I said, offering my legs once more. She sat obediently, sensing no doubt that my thoughts turned more serious.

“Tell me more about this spontaneous decision you want to make. I might not be Melandra but I can be a sympathetic ear all the same.”

The auburn-haired beauty giggled and scrunched her nose a little. “Sometimes you have to let a lady have her secrets.”

I sighed, frustrated but in no real place to argue, “Very well then, at least tell me if this decision might get you into trouble.”

There was a slightly shocked expression on her face, as though she hadn’t been prepared for this level of concern, but she looked touched all the same, “I don’t think it will. Not anymore. I had something of an epiphany during our little ‘show’, and I think I’m more interested in being talked into it now. So, you can rest assured it won’t be anything that can get me hurt, if that wonderful time was what inspired me.”

I nodded, silently conceding that I had no room to pry any further, and that her argument was cogent. Still, a little nagging voice told me I should be paying more attention, that there was something else to this I was missing.

In that moment Ivy arrived back on the platform, she didn’t flinch at the sight of us, she had probably seen worse I guessed. She looked at Korivia and spoke, “Melandra is free now.”

“Oh good, I’ll have her clean me up.” Korivia said, standing up and throwing me another wink.

“Have fun, Kori,” I said, nodding to her, “thanks for your company.”

She gave me a pleasant wave then wandered back toward the corridor with the whore’s rooms.

“Was it a bad idea to fool around?” I asked Ivy as my audience began to disperse.

“Not at all,” she replied, “if it wasn’t, then I wouldn’t have let you do it. On the contrary letting some of these folks get riled up is exactly what we want. Sexually frustrated clients have more satisfying times, satisfied clients means more tips for the girls, more tips means good morale. Just don’t do it too often, we’re running a bordello not a burlesque show.”

I nodded, it made sense.

After this exchange it was back to business, and the rest of the shift was uneventful. I noted with some interest that when Korivia had finished her “session” with Melandra, she looked happy and satisfied with a bit of something else. It was just the hint of something, she was good at hiding it, but I had a keen eye, a fact which continued to surprise me. She looked… excited? No, anticipatory. Like she was looking forward to some future event. But that was all I could glean from her before she disappeared out of the doors.

By the end of the shift, I was quite tired. While it wasn’t laborious work in any sense of the word—a certain high-activity moment notwithstanding—, just watching with rapt attention and soaking in every piece of information like a piece of bread in a barrel of water was mentally exhausting. I stored away every piece of information I saw in little mental boxes, something I was surprisingly good at. If I concentrated, I felt I could have recalled every bit of information from that shift, including the faces of every client. I had a box and a nickname for each one in my head, until such time as I learned their actual names.

“Well, how did you take it?” Ivy asked as Dekkan closed the doors and Izlani flew about cleaning up anything that was out of place.

“It went well,” I replied truthfully, “I think I could get used to this sort of work.”

“We’ll see if your tune changes once you have to start being a little more hands-on. The reins were still in my hands, you were just there in the coach with me.”

I shrugged; it was a fair statement. Though now that she mentioned it, I wasn’t entirely convinced that her methods were the best for me. Ivy was excellent at heat-of-the-moment hands-on management. I was getting the impression that I might be more comfortable setting things up in such a way that I might not need to get my own hands dirty often. It was the difference between being a commander and being a tactician, I supposed. In the following days I would have to look more closely at how she ran things and develop my own strategies in the back of my head, methods of getting around those things she saw as necessary.

But on the other hand, learning her methods and watching her closely to see what she might do would be a good idea as well, if for no other reason than having a good backup plan for when my plans went awry. These were things I would be filing in boxes as well, very important ones.

I yawned, and that’s when an important question occurred to me. “Where am I sleeping?” I asked. Ivy said that the madam’s room would eventually be my own, but it was still occupied, near as I could tell.

“You can talk to Halek and he’ll set you up with one of the inn rooms, you can sleep in my bed, you may bed with one of the whores, you can even curl up on one of our sofas if it suits you. I don’t care.” Ivy shrugged.

“Ah, so you don’t mind sharing a bed with me?” I asked.

“I’ve already drank the sap from your root,” Ivy said, “sharing a bed with you doesn’t bother me. I’ve already told you I find you attractive.” She gave me a smile that was incredibly enchanting. “Truth be told I probably won’t be in it most nights anyway. I do have an owner, you remember.”

I hadn’t considered that. “That’s fair enough.”

“I couldn’t help but overhear you talking about sleeping arrangements,” the soft and almost sleepy voice of Melandra floated up to us.

“Aye.” Ivy responded turning to greet the omen woman in her almost ghostly white sheer robe and lingere.

“I should like our new manager-in-training to share the bed with me tonight, if she is willing. I did promise a session.” She gave me a sly wink and an enchanting smile of her own.

“I’d love to. And I’m glad you came and reminded me, I had nearly forgotten, truth be told.”

Melandra nodded sympathetically, “You’re tired from a long day, I don’t hold it against you. Please, come along and relax with me.”

I nodded. “I think I shall, if that’s all right with you, Ivy.”

Ivy nodded. “We can talk money tomorrow. Have a good night you two.”

After that exchange, we parted ways.