Wait until morning, then go to the shop

It would be better to approach Perrima’s shop the following morning, Cathy decided.
From what she had heard about Perrima and Zalah, chances were that the two weren’t even there, but out enjoying the richness of Tharros’ nightlife. And even if they were at the shop, it was unlikely that they would be alone.
And Cathy was pretty certain of the fact that it would do her good to be well-rested when she finally met the two vixens.

Returning to the waterside inn where she was staying, Cathy marched straight upstairs and fell into her bed, enjoying how the warmth of the heavy blankets heated her after her exposure to the coldness of the night air. Tired after an evening of physical exertions, not even the loud soundtrack of drinking from the barroom below and fucking from the room next to her could keep her awake for more than a few minutes, the last thing she heard before falling asleep was a woman climaxing hard enough for each syllable to be heard through the thin wall.
“Faker…” Cathy murmured out as she descended into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The next morning, Cathy awoke with a startle. This was caused by the fact that while she had been sleeping, her new cock had manifested itself, and its thin roots were once again throbbing inside of her pussy and asshole.

“Oh fuck” Cathy groaned, annoyed at the sudden and involuntary arousal that the humming of the thin tendrils were causing her to experience.

Her annoyance was heightened further when she realized that the cock wouldn’t retract back into its seed form, no matter how hard she thought about it doing so.

“This is something which Kallah didn’t tell me about, the dirty minx.” Cathy muttered as she stared down at the long piece of taproot which protruded out from her labia, unsure of what to do about her predicament, a drop of green cum oozing out from its tip as she watched it.

Suddenly, Cathy’s mind was shredded by a sensation of incredible pleasure as the cock began to spew forth its cum, triggering her cunt to climax at the same precise moment as she started ejaculating.

Her legs becoming too weak to sustain her, Cathy fell down onto the floor, green cum spurting out to stain the carpet which she was now laying on, while the thin roots around her cunt-lips were stained by the juices being produced by her orgasm.

When the sensations subsided, Cathy was left with an uncanny suspicion that the introduction of the seed into her vagina had left her with much less self-control that she would prefer, while she at the same time found the prospect of starting each day like this quite exciting.

Donning her morning-robe and opening the window to use her washbowl to scope up some rainwater from the small cistern that was mounted on her windowsill, Cathy then tossed the robe away again and did her best to wash her body clean, the root-cock now having disappeared.

After cleaning and dressing herself in a thin black top, a pair of snug black pants and her boots, Cathy grabbed her sword and cloak and left the inn.

Eating her breakfast from a stand and washing the food down with a cup of strong, black coffee, Cathy felt ready enough to seek out Perrima and Zalah.

Finding Perrima’s shop was far from difficult, and it appeared to be open for business; the door standing open and a middle-aged man clad in expensive but tasteless clothes stepping out of it.

Upon entering the shop, Cathy noticed that there were no customers there, the shop virtually abandoned, save for her and a healthy-looking blonde behind the counter.
The blonde gave Cathy an approving glance as the buxom redhead sauntered towards her.

As for Cathy, she was looking at the blonde with an equal sense of approval; the young woman was curvaceous and fit, with a pair of large breasts and long blonde hair that flowed freely down over her shoulders. Clad in a thin, low-cut white dress, the blonde had her hands resting on the counter as Cathy came up to it.

“Welcome,” the blonde began; her voice soft and melodic, “my name is Kara, and how may I help you?”
“Well Kara,” Cathy responded, having concluded that there was indeed a certain similarity between the shop-girl and the twin whores working at Kallah’s place, “I wish to see the owner.”
“I’m afraid that mistress Perrima is currently indisposed.” Kara replied, smiling faintly as she finished the sentence.
“It’s quite urgent.” Cathy replied.
“May I inquire as to the manner of the urgency?” Kara asked Cathy.