Seduces Reyel.

Reyel gave Shairi a quick tour of the small camp. “That’s the lumber mill. That’s the tavern – you’ll probably be called in there to serve the men in the evenings when they get drunk. There’s the church – as a slut-****, you won’t be allowed in there unless the priest calls you. And there’s the wizard’s house.”

“I could tell,” Shairi quipped. “Wizards always like towers – I’ve heard it makes up for their penises.”

Reyel threw back her head and laughed. “Damn straight. I like you. You’ve got spirit. It’s a pity that none of these bastards are going to appreciate it. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t give you to them. Still, the preacher says that all women with elven blood are sluts whose only holy purpose is to be used by men for pleasure to spare decent human women from having to serve them.” She looked around, and then grinned slyly. “But I’m going have a taste of that hot little body first.”

She led Shairi to a deserted area behind the lumber mill, and made her stand with her back against the wall. She then squatted in front of her, lifted the half-elf’s short skirt and began the lick her pussy.

“Oh yes,” Reyel said, moaning luxuriously at the taste, “I knew you’d be delicious.” She went back to work, her tongue skilfully probing Shairi’s slit.

“Ah!” Shairi gasped. “Wouldn’t the priest disapprove of this?” She knew that homosexual acts were dire sins in the eyes of the Church of Light.

“Mmmm… yes.” Reyel said. She’d bunched up her own skirts and was rubbing between her thighs. “But it’s alright. I was a whore, you see, before I was blessed by the priest and given the job of minding the elves. He says that after being fucked by so many men it’s only natural for me to have become wanton and carnal by nature. So when I confess my weaknesses to him, he only punishes me a little by way of penance. He’ll probably just spank me a bit and make me suck his cock.”

The priest sounded like a nasty piece of work, but Shairi wasn’t going to say so. Instead she pushed Reyel away and bent her over a heap of logs, pushing her dress up round her waist and pulling down her soaked panties. She wasn’t surprised when Reyel squealed in delight at the rough treatment, and squealed again when Shairi went to work on her womanhood with fingers and tongue. The ex-whore was good, but Shairi had had years of Meritheir’s brilliantly perverse tuition. It didn’t her long to bring Reyel to a screaming orgasm, that left her gasping for breath.

“I’ll explore on my own for a bit,” Shairi said, rearranging her dress. Reyel couldn’t do more than grunt in agreement, still stunned by the intensity of her climax. Any loggers attracted by her ecstatic cries would find her sprawled on the woodpile with her wet pussy and round arse fully exposed. Shairi didn’t doubt they’d give her something more to confess.

Meanwhile, Shairi had to decide what to do. Unguarded, she could simply walk away. But she couldn’t help but feel there was more she could achieve here.