She does -

The innkeeper took the bottle and gave it a sniff before taking a small sip. Smacking her lips, one more sip was had before she handed the bottle back.

"Eh... that doesn't taste that good...., kinda bland and sticky but....mmmm, after taste is a bit better...., maybe it'd be better for cooking than..., whew.... that is kinda hot though." The innkeeper said as she waved her hand near her face.

"Hehe, yeah sorry. It's something to keep you warm on cold nights or if you're not sleeping inside. When you only have a couple branches and a blanket, you take what you can get." Zaya explained as she leaned back a bit in her chair, making sure to jut her chest out a bit.

"Well, that makes a bit... of sense..., whew... I should get some water in me myself. I'll be in the kitchen if you need something." the innkeeper turned and left, a blush growing on her face.

Zaya watched her figure, drinking in the details until she was beyond the door again. She wasn't a bad looking girl but she did lack the typical 'barmaid' figure. Rather she seemed to be 'just another face in the crowd' in terms of appearance. But that could be useful if one didn't want to draw attention. Which was something Zaya could use in a foot hold.

She wait a few minutes, enjoying her own meal as the toxin worked it's way through the innkeeper. A few thuds later alerted her that it was a good time to move. Finishing off her meal she cracked the door open just a bit and took a look inside. It was stacked with a number of cabinets and shelves, along with something looked like an oversized ice box.

But the innkeeper with her back towards her, leaning against a shelf with her hands busy was the main attraction.

Slowly, Zaya slipped in, carefully approuching her host who was distracted by her own burning need. When she got close, she gave a cough which made the woman turn. A deep blush from embrassment and need on her face.

“Hey what are… you?!?”

"I'm sorry, I heard some noise and came to make sure you're okay." Zaya said as she walked around in an almost prowling like manner, "I wasn't expecting you to be this... daring with a guest nearby. Was it my drink that did this, or maybe you have a thing for feeding people food.... or other things?" she chuckled.

"What.. no it's not like that you... I'm not a freak!" she sputtered out, "What did you do to me...?!?"

"All I did was give you some of my drink, that you took, willingly." she moved closer, almost pinning her to the shelf, "Although if you want to try some more from the tap...., I do have to pay you back for feeding me such an excellent meal."

The innkeeper tried to scream, only for Zaya to pin her fully, her hands gripping the weaker woman's as her mouth captured hers. She screamed into the kiss as. Zaya hummed as her tounge started to produce more toxin, dumping more and more it into the woman's mouth.

Her eyes started to grow heavy as a warm pleasure started to flow into her body. Her tongue slowly started to lick against the strange invading appendage, sucking off more and more of the slime that seemed to be generated from it was far stickier than what was in that bottle but in a more syrup like way; it even tasted sweeter too. She could drink this forever as her knees grew weak.

Zaya slowly drew back, seeing the wanting in the other woman's eyes along with feeling her try to press up against her. This was a lesser dose than last time; was it because Krea was a stronger will or was something else going on. Either way, it would be a pain to lose a cook but.... rather her than an actual mage. She put a finger to the woman's mouth who gave it an experimental lick.

"Would you like some more to drink my dear? If not I'll just leave and you can think this is all a dream." she breathed.

The woman seemed to debate this for a moment, her eyes darting to the door before giving a slow nod.

"Alright then..., I'll make sure to treat you right. All you have to do is be still…. And maybe keep your mouth open. Oh but don’t worry I’ll help with that."

She saw Zaya's skin shimmer, turning from a sun kissed tanned to a inky blackness, the color that was between the stars in the night sky. Her eyes shined as they took on a brillant gold and she felt something on her leg. She looked down only to see that Zaya seemed to have a tail whipping between her legs now. This was some kind of demon now before her! She had to get away and warn someone.

“Wait just.. hel…!”

Her cry was cut off when that tail quickly darted forward, shoving it's way into her throat. She fought to scream or shove it away but it blocked her noise and her strength was gone. And yet that same taste was starting to come from that weird appendage. Replacing the cold metalic taste; that same candied beer like taste started to grace her mouth. Her breathing started to stabilize and her body relaxed.

Zaya didn't even need to keep her held anymore given how into sucking her tail the innkeeper was. She used this time to put a bit a distance between them, the woman weakly following a bit just to keep her mouth attached to the appendage. She was really into this by now, as her hands reached out to grip Zaya's tail, trying to keep the source of that taste closer to her. She gave a low chuckle.

“Mmm make sure to drink it all up my dear.” Zaya said as she flicked her tail a bit.

“Nggggggggggoh……...mmm……!?!?”

The tapered tail inside her mouth had shifted it's shape, into a more round nozzle like shape. A wave of the toxin(Zaya really needed to come up with a good name for it) was pumped out the tail, coating her mouth and throat. The innkeeper's eyes snapped wide open as the taste basically took over her entire existence. It was thick, sticky and heavily; like a smooth sticky taffy flavored in beer. Waves of pleasure shook her body as she starts to spasm, her eyes rolling back into her head.

"Mmmhhhhaaaaaaaa…."

Completely out of control, the innkeeper started to cum, her moans cut short with another dose of the toxin and the tail. But Zaya could see a spot starting to appear on her dress and a few drips of moisture on the floor. She walked over, her arms weakly holding her in place to make sure the Innkeeper didn't fall over hurt herself. But eventually she couldn't stand anymore, which made Zaya slowly help her fall to the ground.

She decided now was a good time to remove her tail. The innkeeper was breathing just fine once the appendage was removed but she wasn't waking up. She had fed her more of the toxin but at a lesser potency. It'd be good to test for a good dosage but maybe she went a bit too overboard. If she was still usable, maybe kidnap her back to the ruins but she really wanted a spy inside the town.

A moan however broke Zaya out of her thoughts. The innkeeper started to push herself up, moving her messy hair out of the way now. She licked her lips and held up a hand, trying to lick off more of the substance that had gotten here while another hand started to massage her breast through her clothes.

"What is…. Mmmmm feels good.” she muttered, “Mmmm my body is on fire... and it's so sensitive now..., mmmm fuck this feels so gooooood...., fuck I haven’t touched myself in so long…."

"You're welcome about it. Perhaps you'd like to try another drink of mine?"

She looked up and saw Reya, still in her true state standing over her. The innkeeper simply leaned forward and rubbed her check against her leather bound leg, giving off a slight murmur as she did. But when she realized there was a bulge starting to grow in Zaya's crotch, her attention shfited there; running her fingers over the trapped flesh and given giving a lick along it's length.

Well, it seemed like her mind was still intact enough. If eager.

"Whats your name my dear?" Zaya asked as she stared to remove her belt.

"Ryia Farlight..., and what should I call you?" She asked, her blue eyes looking up at her new reason to live.

"Good question. I'm still feeling things out. Shall we try Mistress for now?" Zaya said as she dropped her pants just a bit, "Though if you want another taste..., I think I have just the thing for you."

Ryia pressed her face close to the freed dick, drinking in the masculine scent as she started to wiggle her hips as she sat on the floor.. It was such a thick and heavy member, could she even take it all in her mouth? Zaya took her length in hand and slapped it lightly against her face, a few weak if meaty slaps were heard in the kitchen.

“Oh, don’t worry too much about it; just think of it as a thick length of sausage.”

A sausage that came with its own sauce.

A droplet of pre started to slide out the opening of that thick prick. Not wanting to let it go to waste and pushed on by her own desire, Ryia reached out with her finger to collect a small amount and brought it to her lips.

In an instant later, she had her lips wrapped around the head of that cock, quickly trying to milk the taste out. Another shot of pre-seed was shot over her taste buds. The taste was salty and masculine, thick and overpoweringly her like the taste before. Ryia wanted nothing more but more of that taste. over your tastebuds.

“Damn…. She’s really eager…., hmm. I wonder if I can get some lipstick for girls like this.” Zaya thought as she put a hand on Ryia’s head.

Still, it was rude to picture future ideas and just ignore her. She tapped finger on Ryia’s head, getting her attention. Those brown eyes looked up and Zaya just rotated a finger. She slowly started to swirl her tongue around the tip and after another signal from Zaya, she started to bob her head up and down its length, taking more into her mouth and throat.

That was good but Zaya wanted more. After all Krea was able to take the entire length. Her grip on Ryia’s head tightened, as she started to pull the innkeeper further down her cock. Ryia’s eyes fluttered a bit as they started to roll back. The taste and musk grew stronger and dragon until she was fully hilted against her hairless base. Zay could feel her balls starting to throb, cum slowly filling them as they prepare Ryia’s next ‘meal.’

She tapped her fingers against Ryia’s head once more, signalling for her to pay attention. With those brown eyes staring up at her, Zaya ever so slowly pulled the woman’s head backwards. Removing inch after inch of her cock from that wet mouth of hers. Soon Ryia’s lips were once more kissing the tip of her dick.

Immediately she pulled the woman’s head forward, slamming the entire length down her throat. She coughed and spluttered, her hands slapping against Zaya’s toned legs as her watery eyes started to roll back into her skull. She could barely breath, that thick cock blocking her airway and forcing her to breathe through her nose and sucking in more of that musk Zaya had.

Despite the imminent loss of consciousness, her spit drooling out her mouth and the pain in her jaw, Ryia’s cunt was drooling itself, twitching with a need to be filled. Eventually her arms fell from Zaya’s thighs, weakly dropping to her sides as Zaya continued to drag her up and down her long hard length.

A steady supply of pre was sliding down her throat. Once more she could feel the thick sticky texture, but it wasn’t as salty as before.

Zaya’s legs widened out as one of her feet slammed against the wooden floor. And with one last thrust, she shoved the entire length down her throat.

Ropes and ropes shot into her mouth and throat, coating her insides with the sticky mass. She could feel it fulling her stomach. But she seemed nowhere near done as more kept coming. Her gut started to expand a bit from just how much was being pumped out. Once more her pussy contracted and spray out her own fluids, coating her skirt again and the floor below her.

She lost track of time before it faded to a trickle. Slowly, Zaya pulled her cock out Ryia’s mouth, her lips leaving it with a pop. She had to fight a bit to keep everything swallowed with a large gulp. Her stomach grumbled and gurgled, as her body seemed to quickly process the entire meal that was fed to her in seconds. But that taste was most certainly not going to leave her tongue or mind for hours if not days.

"Thaaaaaaaank..... youuuuuuuuu...." she muttered out as her head hung to the side and her tounge rolled out of her mouth.

"Now now, focus." Zaya said as she grabbed and arm and pulled Ryia up. She carefully stuck a needle in her neck, giving her a dose of what was basically a stimulant. Should work well enough to snap her out of her post fuck mind haze. "You good now? As I would like to have a bit of a talk."

"MMMM yes..... I think... I think I'm good Mistress." Her words were slurred at first but slowly came together and a spark started to appear in her focusing eyes.

“Good. Now listen up my dear Ryia." Zaya turned and walked away taking time to check the main dinning area through the door's peep hole. No one was here yet. Good. She turned back to the Innkeep. "I came here to scout the village… maybe have some fun with them later but I need a place to… hold up. So I came to your inn to act as a home base while I’m in the area."

She walked back over to Ryia, her hips swaying to catch the woman's attention as the cock still bobbed up and down. When she got close she grabbed Ryias chin and pulled her closer, till their lips were almost touching.

"You don’t have any problems with me crashing here do you?" she breathed out, sticking out her tounge to trace Ryia's lips.

"NONONONO my Misstress! I mean I'm.... please! I can show you my bedroom and you can stay..." Ryia started before a slight shake of her chin made her stop.

"Oh no no dear. Please treat me as a guest for now...., at least in front of other people." she could see the disappointment on Ryia's face though so she added, "When we're alone, maybe we can share a bed. But you'll have to earn anything more than being a little fuck toy with your mouth. Understand?"

It was a little scary how fast and hard she was nodding her head, even with Zaya holding her chin like was was. The woman was totally infatuated…, with only two doses.... okay sure that other dose was her cum more than any **** but still. And it was a lower grade too. Was there something about her or was a normal woman that weak? After all she only had Krea to compare. That was something to think about for later. Now she had orders to give.

Zaya pushed the woman back just a bit, making sure she didn't fall over. Putting her tool away, she quickly reached into some of her pouches and brought out two bottles of fluid. One a clear fluid a bit like water but a little thicker, and the other was a blacker tar like substance. She put them on a near by table and snapped her fingers to make sure Ryia was paying attention to the words.

"I would like you to add these to any food you serve to guests or villagers that come in for a meal. Got it?"

"What are these?" Ryia asked as she slowly made her way over to the table, picking one up and getting a better look.

"Oh just milder versions of what I fed you." Zaya explained, quickly catching the glow that appeared on Ryia's face. "Do be a dear and restrain yourself from drinking it all, perhaps a spoonful for yourself at night."

"MMMMM so they'll have this same feeling and enjoy that same sticky taste...., mmmm fuck yes. I’d love to see a few people start humpping like monekys in heat. I know a couple that I'm going to love see reduced to....." Ryia stared but a hand on her shoulder snapped her out of her fantasy.

"OH I'm pleased with the initiative but down girl." Zaya coo'd as she took the bottle back, holding it up and making Ryia follow it with her eyes, "That isn’t the point right now. I need to do some testing. But it should weaken their will and cloud their judgment when it comes to the two of us or others like me. Besides be careful about mixing it."

She moved over to the left overs of Ryia's meal, dumping a bit more than needed into the bowl. Taking a spoon, she mixed it together with the cheese and meat, before bringing it up for Ryia to take a bite. She did so, a shudder of pleasure running down her back as that same taste was now in her food. She quickly wolfed down the rest of her meal as Zaya chuckled.

"I'm sure you love the taste now but you could tell, too much will be clearly noticeable. So use a drop only unless you have a thick sauce or stew as the main dish. Understand?" She paused for just a moment to think before adding, "Now if you get someone to follow you into bed, maybe a spoonful for them too. Say it's candy or an aphrodisiac."

"OF COURSE Mistress! I'll be very careful in handling this, you can trust me!" It was cute to see Ryia give a salute like she had just been pressed ganged...., then again technically that might be true.

"Good. Now, let's get you changed. And we can see about maybe changing your wardrobe a bit." Zaya said, draping an arm over her shoulder and pulling her close "Oh and also, I would want to hear about anyone that’s interesting in the village. Anyone that seems dangerous passing through, anyone that's an important leader, strong warriors and so on. So you’ll be my little sexy spy…, won’t you."

Ryia gave an almost mad giggle as she lead Zaya to her personal bedroom, hoping her Mistress would take her on her bed. Sadly that would have to wait for later.