Shairi - to the Market

The market was the hub of Imian, and most travellers there passed through sooner or later. Thus, Shairi concluded it would be an excellent place to seek out magical creatures.

But as she was moving towards the market, navigating Imian’s tangle of streets as best she could. As she was passing, she heard moans and the slap of flesh on flesh coming from an alleyway. This wasn’t uncommon down by the docks – whores happily plied their trade, and didn’t hesitate to pleasure customers in the nearest secluded spot and men happily **** any woman who couldn’t defend themselves. But it was more unusual to hear such noises in the more respectable part of the city.

Shairi decided on a whim to see what was going on. Most likely, it would be a pleasant chance to spy on an incautious couple’s tryst. And she might even get lucky, and find a magical creature.

However, what she saw in the alley was not the pair of lustful teenagers she was expecting.

A beautiful young red-head was being roughly **** by two… men, if that was the term. They appeared basically human, but had red scales covering their bodies, and sharp fangs. And their cocks, which she could see pumping in and out of the woman’s mouth and arse, were huge, larger than any human’s.

From the look of it, they’d been using the girl for a long time. Black cum stained her body, sticking to her ample breasts, and flowed freely from her stretched pussy. It stained and matted the hair on her head and her equally red pubic hair. From the amount of it in puddles on the ground, they had been fucking her for far longer than any normal man could manage.

One of them turned her head, trying to push deeper into her throat, and Shairi saw that their victim was the bard Maeran.

“A beautiful sight, isn’t it?” said a voice beside her. Shairi hadn’t noticed the alley’s other occupants, which was a sign of how stunned she’d been by the unfolding scene, for the speaker was definitely worth a look. She was naked and stunningly beautiful, willowing and long-limbed with large, proud breasts. She was squatting over a man, riding his cock, but as Shairi watched she stood up, unashamed of her nudity or the cum dripping down her thighs. The man lay there, unable to move, his cock sticking up like a pillar.

Queiss had been padding after Shairi. When she saw the woman, she arced her back hissed.

“Do you recognise them?” the woman asked Shairi, and to her surprise the witch realised she did. Though they were hideously mutated, she could tell that they were the men who had tried to **** themselves on Maeran.

The woman smiled as she saw Shairi react. “I bet now she wishes you’d just let them have her in the first place. That way she’d have been **** by men rather than monsters.”

“Be careful, Shairi,” Queiss warned. “This is Liniyat, a succubus bound by your master Meritheir.”

“Yes,” said Shairi, “I thought I smelled demon taint.”

The succubus smiled. “You have a sharp nose, half-elf. Of course, you’ll be able to smell it better when I grind your face into my cunt. I hear the mistress trained you into a good pussy-licking slut. I look forward to sampling you. And as for you, Queiss… you’re pathetic. How the mighty have fallen. Demon princes once fought for the right to use you! You once turned the angelic spire of Ulinast into a brothel, and made their priests pay for the privilege of **** their holy angels! Now look at you. You’re a disgrace to the sisterhood of succubi.”

“And you’re a ****,” Queiss snapped back. “Shairi’s will be a better which than her.”

Shairi smiled proudly at that. “What have you done to these men?”

Liniyat shrugged, making her huge breasts bounce. “They made a pact with me, to get their own back on you. There’s nothing much left of them now except for hatred and the urge to ****. And they want to **** you most of all. Of course, they can’t – your mistress wouldn’t allow it. But on the journey back to her tower I’ll let them have as much fun as they want with your mouth and tits – not that you have much in the way of tits.”

Shairi bristled at that. “And what the hell makes you think you can make me go anywhere, bitch?”

“Because you’re going to submit and let me fuck you, and bind you to my will. Because if you don’t, I’ll have them keep using this slut until she’s insane and pregnant.”

Shairi considered this, deciding what she could do to save Maeran – or even if she cared about the bard’s fate.