Whores of Phalaris

Author's Note: This story was an entry for a contest where according to the guy running it, the winner would have 5-7 images drawn by dmitrys based on it. However, the guy running it disappeared by the time the contest ended. I enjoyed the process regardless, and want to share my work. The portions with Olivia and Gene were added as a runner-up prize for myself. I'll shamelessly say that parts of this are based on some of my past writing, because I loved the ideas so much. The picture that started the contest, provided inspiration and serves as the starting point for this fic can be found here: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pic-53930.html .


"Why are you doing this?"

"Why? You called on me. I have a price."

Pirotess. Smart, skilled, noble Pirotess. A prized beauty of the dark elves, born and raised in a world of splendour and riches of the kind only forest dwellers would consider valuable. Her supple tanned flesh sheened its glory in the sun. Dripping sweat exposed the light tone of her muscles, well-versed in years of brutal training. Pirotess' expertise with a sword came first, but her power as a shaman was a sight to behold for the rare witness.

It would be her undoing.

"I never called on you! I called on the power of Phalaris. What kind of a name is Horse Dick anyway? AGH!" Pirotess gasped, tears streaming down her cheeks as the monstrous, veiny dick pulled from her loins with a pop. White spunk spilled like a torrent over the stony altar's edge and its symbols lit up violet at the touch of their mingled juices.

This was her eighth day as a captive in this dungeon, or so the demon said. The truth was blurred by her constant naps between these sick sessions, sun and moon light beaming in with equal strength through a single ceiling grate with her as the centerpiece. Despite uncertainty, she believed what this foul... thing said. Her woodlands were like a long-gone dream. Its leafy, earthen scent that had soothed her in the first days was gone to the sweaty, cum-stained stench of her body from an endless cycle of sex. Her loss of sense was such that she never bothered to close her legs except for comfort; the demon would pry them apart when it desired and widen her once virgin lips into more of a gaping hole.

"You called on the powers of desire and darkness," the demon stroked its erection, licking its fangs. "You knew one of us would come to collect payment."

"I take it back, I take it all back. Please let me go." Pirotess pleaded again. As futile as these efforts were, it was her one hope.

"Why would I do that? You're learning your place so well."

"My place?" She was almost too afraid to ask. Almost. Though she was a victim, she could remain strong-willed and defiant, acting as though its actions left no mark on her. Or so she thought. Her thin eyes trained on Horse Dick's hand. She could feel the demon's fingers grasping on the large nub of her left breast. Her slender, dreamy purple-white eyebrows arched toward her circlet in silent dread. It hit her as sudden as her abduction.

"OOOOOOOHHHHH!!!" she quaked in orgasmic bliss as pain seared into her twisted nipple. She blinked the floating dots from her eyes, panting for calm, and looked at the demon.

"Soon you will know pleasure at the slightest touch. I do so love turning noble women like you into depraved sluts."

"You'll never get away with this, Horse Dick!" She visibly shuddered when she at last realized how profane it felt and sounded coming from her. Nonetheless, she continued, "People will come for me. There are demon hunters."

"Oh, I know there are demon hunters. Let me introduce you to one. I would like you to meet my daughter... Taki."

The ceiling grate slid away, metal scraping as the shadowy figure of a woman took up the square entrance. Pirotess' eyes followed the figure leaping down into a crouch on the stone floor, details coming into view for Pirotess as she adjusted to sight-shock from the sun's rays. A brown ponytail led to ornately decorated paddles strapped to the woman's back by a harness, one red and one blue with a golden vine design on each. The woman's low squat spread her ass cheeks wide, revealing a puckered anus and deep crimson tint beneath the black forest of pubes at her pussy folds.

Pirotess' vision focused sharper as the woman stood. Were those horns? Red and thick, they jutted from the sides of Taki's head. Her study of this strange new figure came to an abrupt halt when the woman leapt into the air backward and twirled, landing again in a squat on the altar.

Taki's feet, clad in open-toed greaves to show off her clawed feet, straddled at Pirotess' waist. The black metal of greaves covered the woman's forearms to her wrists, clawed hands groping the elf's expansive titflesh. Her knees and shoulders held the remnants of her old ninja armor, sporting horned oni designs. She leaned in closer, the black oni mask on her face offering a glimpse of her fanged mouth through a slit.

The horns were real. The red skin, real. Everything about her screamed demon, from the slither of her snake-like tongue to the points of her ears, dark passion brimming in her brown eyes. Her full breasts sagged into the harness once used to keep their crazed sway under control.

"Mmm... this is the elven slut?" Taki deliciously cooed. Her arousal literally steamed from her pussy. That same fog puffed from between her lips into Pirotess' face with every breath. A sadistic grin showed her fangs all the better when Pirotess crinkled her nose and turned her head away in disgust.

"Ugh, you stink," Pirotess complained. The demon odor wafting freely from every inch of Taki's red, infernal flesh overwhelmed her woodland senses. She would clamp her nostrils shut if able, arms bound by a chain to the wall behind her. Every night with Horse Dick paled next to exposure to this she-beast that openly flaunted her body.

"That's the smell of a succubus," Horse Dick explained. "My daughter was stolen from me when her whore mother died and a ninja clan took her in. Imagine that, a succubus raised by demon hunters."

"That can't be, they would have... ugh..." Pirotess couldn't even finish that sentence with Taki squatting right on top of her. As if the succubus' mere presence wasn't an offense, her chest rose at the kneading of her breast and her hips bucked as Taki's hand entered her spread sex. Her long elven ears picked up on the ninja sniffing over her shoulder.

"They would have killed her, right? None of the Fu-Ma ninjas knew that she was half-succubus except their leader. That... man," Horse Dick said with contempt, "tricked her into thinking she was human and made her use her demon kinship to hunt other demons."

"Yess... so tempting. I could almost...," Taki's tongue threatened to squirm its way out... when an electric zap sent it back into the confines of her mouth. The sound and Taki's hiss raised Pirotess' attention, and she looked to see a white glow fading across the mask.

"Patience," Horse Dick ran her hand along her daughter's ponytail, petting the poor creature. This was a little game they played together, a bit of demon family bonding. Her feigned compassion left Taki calm and complacent, unaware of when she gripped one of the ornate paddles. Faster than the trained ninja could blink, Horse Dick tugged a paddle free and reared back.

SMACK!

"Ohhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessss. Spank me! I deserve to be punished!"

Horse Dick licked her fangs at her daughter's whorish moan. The robust jiggle and earnest offer of Taki's buttocks was a sight that could make any demon stud proud of her offspring. She wanted to ream both of her daughter's hell holes right then and there as a gift. She thought better of it, savoring Taki's succulent cries at each hard paddle-slap as she revealed such secrets to their prisoner.

"Demons thrive on sin, and humans love to indulge. Do you wanna know how I got this leash?" Horse Dick lavished the elf's look of terror. This high-born female, like the rest of her kin, thought she could handle dark spirits but knew the merest facts of real darkness would be too much for her poor, sheltered elven ears. How could she think she knew evil when she called the forests her home, away from the alleys of sprawling human cities? This made telling Pirotess about her past all the sweeter, analyzing each crease and wrinkle on the naive elf's face.

"I was caught by a human and kept in the basement of a brothel," Horse Dick shared, smirking as she remembered. "I was a freak show by day. Humans could watch me through enchanted iron bars while I stroked my throbbing hard-on. They wouldn't even whisper. They called me a freak to my face... and I loved it."

Her paddling of Taki's ass had gone as far as it could. Her daughter came in waves down her legs from the aftershock of a good, sound spanking so richly deserved after each demon Taki slaughtered. That legendary ass, the last wonderful sight for many of her kind, needed a good working over, and that's what it would get. Throwing the paddle aside, Horse Dick went around behind Taki and mercilessly thrust her cock between the ninja's steel buns. Taki's cry of joyous agony was one many demons would have loved to cause, and their connection added to her lust. Once the succubus instinct of Taki's body kicked in, Horse Dick could feel the strong suck to milk her veiny member from inside those folds. She looked to Pirotess, and the glint of disgust in the elf's eyes.

"Oh gods!" Pirotess said.

"Your gods got you into this mess," Horse Dick teased. "Where was I? Ah yes. This tattoo on my shoulder branded me as their property. This collar and these chains made me obey whatever those gawkers told me to do, anything from slurping my own ooze to letting them slap my tits around. A few took pot shots at my ballsack."

"Stop!"

"Is it too much for you to take? I thought you were a dark elf?" she wouldn't stop, railing Pirotess with each sordid detail. "At night, I was a sex toy for high-paying customers. I remember one foreigner redhead... she had so much fun with me. One day I got free and went back to fucking women in the middle of the night. It took years for me to break the spell on this collar."

"Why are you telling me this? I don't want to hear it!" Pirotess' head, formerly occupied by memories of her homeland, was littered with the filth this demon spewed into her ears. She didn't know why, but each word carried weight that pressed into her, warping her thoughts.

"Why? Take a look at my daughter." Horse Dick plunged her dick deeper into Taki's suckling anus as she grabbed hold of that ponytail and tugged back, forcing Taki's demonic face, mask and all, into Pirotess' view. "What does she look like to you?"

"A monster," Pirotess had no problem with the word; her treatment by these things made them exactly that.

"That mask seals away a succubus’ most powerful gift: her slut speech."

"The Fu-Ma leader knew I- OOOOOOHHHH!" Taki tried to explain, only to feel her parent demolish her sphincter with another thrust.

"Silence, you sound like a vapid skank without it," Horse Dick continued. "Their leader knew Taki might become her succubus form one day and gave her that mask to seal away her real power. If she wasn't cursed by that mask, she could seduce men with her voice and please you with her tongue. I need you to remove the curse."

Pirotess blinked. Did she hear that right? After all the torment this big-dicked demon put her through, did it really have the audacity to ask for her help? She didn't have much chance to think on it before Horse Dick shot her load and Taki climaxed in unison, white-clear spunk oozing over Horse Dick's member and dripping onto Pirotess' stomach. The glyphs on the altar glowed red.

"If I do this...," that was a big if from her, as Pirotess cautiously considered. "I want my freedom when I'm done, and I want to be released from these chains now."

"Deal," Horse Dick played with her fat, purple nipples as Taki recovered and undid Pirotess' chains. How unbelievably naive of the elf. The kind of idiocy displayed by Pirotess in forging this agreement was the kind that sent spasms to her veiny dick and made her balls itch with the need to release. Her hand groped her phallus, watching the elf sit up straight on the edge.

"What do I have to do?" Pirotess sneered, answered unexpectedly by a fierce shove. Forced onto her back, she went to sit up again when the fiery heat and powerful succubus stench of Taki's sex saddled onto her nose and mouth. She gagged, breathing in the foul, steaming musk and glaring rage at Horse Dick while the demon told her the conditions.

"I hope you know how to use that tongue of yours for more than talking," Horse Dick grinned.

She may not have been well-versed in sex, but it wasn't hard to discern what the demon meant. Pirotess slowly, awkwardly slipped her tongue into Taki's wide, sloppy cunt, its taste and that of Horse Dick's sperm dripping into her mouth. Her breasts felt like cushions for the succubus’ hips as Taki settled lower, head burying itself between dark, creamy spread legs. She shuddered at the flicker of Taki's snake tongue into her own mess of overused folds, the ninja's considerably larger bust spilling over the sides of her stomach.

"Oh, did I forget to tell you?" Horse Dick said, her thickness aimed at them as she stroked. "Her tongue is free now that you stuck yours inside her."

It was torture. Her head was swimming with demon lust, like second-hand smoke from the creature's gaping hellhole. Pirotess followed Taki's pace lick for lick, stunted in favor and outdone every time. It was little wonder. Taki, a former demon hunter for the Fu-Ma clan, was born with an innate gift for sex long repressed by her ninja training. Years of withheld desire came back with vengeance, that long tongue pressed as deep as Horse Dick's cock could drive, slurping and squirming around to uncover every inch.

That tongue didn't comprise all of Taki's gifts. Pirotess knew from the moment she tasted the succubi that whereas Horse Dick was a freak meant to feed on the darkest hatred of men, Taki's entire body was built for animalistic sex. The stench became divine to her senses, with the ninja's pussy a treasure trove of delights.

It was nectar, wine, the finest of anything she could ever hope to sample. She filled her mouth and licked around the edges, clamping Taki's head into place against her own hungry sex. She needed more. More. Always more. She screamed for it directly into Taki's red, hairy muff, as her hands firmly gripped the ninja's ass. Deeper. She forced Taki's hips deeper down onto her face, inhaling her scent, exploring the tainted, evil hole of a sex beast. All her days pining for the forests and lamenting the build-up of eight days' use melted away from her concerns, wrapped in the moment.

Pirotess slapped Taki's rump as she felt pleasure ripple through her, nipples jutting high and milk dribbling down her sides. She had lost it, and so had her succubi partner. Hot juices flowed over her face, coating her with a sheen of the demon's satisfaction.

She remained limp and bucking through her orgasm as Taki leapt away. Her head laid against the stone altar, ass over the edge, staring the large bulb of Horse Dick's member straight-on. Her eyes wandered upward, taking in the slide of Horse Dick's pierced tongue along her purple lips and flutter of white eyelashes, short hair showing the gold band at the base of one horn. The demon's breasts, comically large to match her endowment, equaled her daughter's in size and majesty. Panting in a sweat-soaked mess, Pirotess admired this freak's form until she was interrupted by a blast of Horse Dick's sperm across her fine elven features. She wiped it from her eyes, listening closely as the thing spoke.

"Thank you for helping my daughter, but did you really think we would let you leave? Taki can't birth a demon army by herself." Her daughter was free, she could see it on the glyphs. They glowed black, power coursing through them to the mask. She reached for the chains, brought them to Pirotess' wrists.... and paused. The elf was staring, trickery found in her dreamy purple eyes. Then Horse Dick saw the reason. Milk trickled from Pirotess' nipples, spilling down her sides... and onto the altar. The glyphs glowed white. She let out a cry of agony as she felt the sharp pang of her chains and collar spring to life. Stepping back, she watched as the elf stood from the altar before her with a smart, cocky smirk. What happened next proved what she suspected.

"Horse Dick," Pirotess said, "fuck Taki."

She couldn't resist the order. Nor could Taki. The two embraced, Taki slamming her cunt onto the colossal shaft. As Horse Dick fell back, her daughter rising and falling to pump her scrotum dry, she moaned out the passion coming in. Her eyes rolled back at Taki's expertise, every so often regaining her sight enough to see her master standing tall behind her.

Pirotess flaunted her victory over the two demons. Her hands squeezed her breasts. Her fingers tweaked her dribbling dark nubs. As the two kept going at it, the remnants of Taki's sex steam running through her helped her dream up so many things to do with her new demon slaves.

Pirotess crossed her arms over her chest. "Never mess with an elf shaman. Now then, what shall I do with a freak and a slut."


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Sunlight beamed into the alley. This was the perfect place to set up shop. Known for its whores and crime, this district received very little cover by authorities... and plenty of customers.

Pirotess advertised her wares right on the streets. The elegant and refined dark elf noble had cast off the good and proper ways of her people for something much better. The golden band of metal that once served as part of a neck ornament was now attached straight to her pierced nipples by its chains, forcing her breasts to sag with its weight. The sword and sheath strapped by a belt to her waist helped run off people that wanted to take over their business, but she liked it more for how it added to her elven slut vibe. Her gold armlet, gloves and boots had no purpose other than to draw attention to accentuate her offers, highlighted by the smell of sex just shy of Taki's aroma. Nearly every inch of her tanned flesh was sweat-drenched and cum-coated, dripping onto the stone streets of the city.

"That will be five gold, please." She charged five gold to use either one of her demon slaves. A suitably cheap price for such creatures. Her price was much higher, of course; a noble elf deserved at least a thousand gold for her services. As she took the piece in hand, she guided her newest customers to take their choice.

Taki lay on a pile of trash bags, legs spread and snake-like tongue lapping over her mask. She was in worse shape than her master, mouth hanging open to puff her sex mist as she fingered her hungry slit. The tallies marked into the wall behind her revealed her progress toward the goal set by Pirotess before she would regain her freedom. A hundred. A paltry hundred men had shoved their pricks into her mask for a mind-blowing blowjob. It was such a shame for her that so many men preferred her famous ass to any other hell hole, a year's worth of service hardly counting toward the end point of two thousand men. A sideways moan toward their newest customer showed off her desperation for a new cock to suck, her left hand squeezing her red tit for relief. She was a sloppy mess, hungry for anything that might take her.

Perfect, in Pirotess' eyes.

Horse Dick, blind-folded and leashed to a wall, was busy taking care of her favorite customer.

The redhead foreigner spoken of so fondly by Horse Dick had stumbled on their service by chance. Each day, she would return with another five gold and remove her fancy dress. Slicked-back hair and the accoutrements that marked her place as an aristocrat lost their air of class once anyone got a good look at her shaved pussy and the tattoo around it. An oni face, horned and fanged, decorated in purple ink with her maw as the opening to its mouth. It glowed, as did the glyphs on her breasts, ass and forehead.

"This is what you get for what you did to me!" the redhead shouted.

An order from her luscious, spiteful lips had Horse Dick down on both knees, that large endowment pressed underfoot. A fierce tug on the nipple chain had the demon's breasts straining, the pain of both feeding back into her depraved form. The redhead's lust to abuse the demon seemed insatiable.

When Pirotess first heard the tale, she understood. The moment she got free, Horse Dick had tracked down the aristocrat and cursed her to become a comical jester, cock-starved and laughably endowed, if she failed to take a daily dose of a horse-sized pounding to her twat. Naturally, the redhead knew nothing of Horse Dick's machinations until the night of her 28th birthday. What should have been a fancy celebration of her special day devolved into a game of how low she could sink in the eyes of her peers, inviting them to make a mockery of her status by urging her into one ridiculous, obscene act after another. She woke the next morning in stockades in the town center, breasts milked dry into nearby glass jugs and cum dripping off her face as people who once respected her looked on and laughed.

The redhead was getting her payback and more on Horse Dick, the demon's swelled ballsack red as Taki's flesh from its earlier use. She sneered when the demon shot spunk over her other bare foot. Yet at the end of their session, the redhead would undoubtedly spread her legs and order Horse Dick to plow her pussy, maintaining a dose too often taken from genuine horses.

"If you like what you see, take your pick... but I cost extra," Pirotess reminded. The new clients were certainly an odd pair. She wasn't one to pry, but they had an 'Old West' charm she had only heard of from visitors and seen in crude drawings. At least, the guy did; the girl was a different story.

"Hmm, Horse Dick would be great for Gene to practice, but it's taken so I'll have to go with Taki this time," Olivia turned to her man. "Get to it, Mr. Godhand. It's not often you get to have a woman besides me give you oral favors."

"What? You can't be serious. There's no way I'm sticking my dick anywhere near that thing's mouth. You know my rep with demons, she'll bite it off." Gene rubbed his bicep and stretched his bracer-covered forearm. He never could get used to having the power of a god in his fist, but there was no denying it kicked ass to pummel demon trash into the ground for the sake of justice.

Olivia's grin took on a new, and more than appropriate, meaning with what she wore. Tiny bells dangled from the tips of both her six-sided jester hat and jester collar. The general color scheme ran in alternating red, white and black, the collar positioned perfect to offer a diamond-shaped window to look at her cleavage. This was, of course, only when movement didn't make the woman's enormous bust bounce and sway like an exaggerated prop in some circus sideshow.

Her tight top left her back and belly showing, tying to a skirt made of long, triangular cloth strips. Black and red stockings ran from mid-thigh to her feet, which were clad in red and white high heels with small bells at their tips. Elbow gloves and a red tear tattoo beneath one eye completed the ensemble, all these details revealing a woman who embraced her body as a joke where the redhead had not.

"There are worse things I can do to you than take back that Godhand," Olivia paired her suggestion by producing a large hand axe from seemingly nowhere, grinning wide as she goaded him into obeying.

"Fine, fine." Gene muttered, "Psycho bitch..."

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" He unbuckled the belt to his trenchcoat and threw it open. The fly and button of his pants opened easily, unsheathing a dick impressive by human standards. Not that it mattered in this scenario; Horse Dick far outclassed him in size, while Taki would take anything presented to her waiting mouth. Gene approached the succubus, inches from her when Olivia called.

"Yeah?" he said.

"Here, a big studly man like you needs keep up your strength." Her hand buried into her massive cleavage and pulled out a single large strawberry. Tossing it to the Godhand, Olivia winked and giggled her pleasure at watching him take a wholesome bite from the fruit of her bosom.

"I'm lovin' it!" Gene shouted. The green root remnant of the strawberry landed into Taki's sloppy cunt. A brief stretch, and the Godhand plunged his manhood between the succubus' hot red lips, her infernal tongue working him over to extract what waited for her within.

"If that's all, I have to get back to the streets," Pirotess said. Her last direct customer's sperm dribbled off her bare nipples. An upraised finger from her female client kept her from moving on.

"Wait, I didn't come here to have Gene get something I could do myself," Olivia admitted. "I came here because I want to join. I think if I turn some tricks, Gene can buy some cool swank."

"I run an alley brothel, not a circus."

"Now wait just a minute, you haven't seen what I can do!" She maneuvered to display each part she described, exaggerating its presentation. "Nothing in my ass. Nothing between my boobs. Definitely nothing in my pussy." Slipping her hands between two strips on her skirt, she rummaged, giving the appearance of tugging away at something hidden in her loins. The cute, strained grunts enhanced the moment as a jester head soon poked out, then the base of the wand as it gave an audible pop. She held it high, the thick shaft slick with her juices, and licked the closest side.

"Did the portal work, mistress? Did it work?" The little devil who said this flew out from under the skirt soon after, hovering in Olivia's face. She wiped her tiny lips clean of the nectar she sampled on the way out.

"You ruined the trick!" Olivia pouted. "Oh well. Hey elf, let me show you one of my one-on-one tricks." Inserting the slimmer end of her jester wand, Olivia pumped away at her snatch. Her many bells jingled a playful, silly tune while her breasts swung about wildly to the rhythm of her thrusts. A good minute into the act, Olivia surprised her potential employer with one of her gag effects. Pink mist flowed out from tiny holes hidden in the cups of her top, waving into the other woman's face.

"Oh my! I'm so horny, my air bags are leaking," Olivia teased, mocking the sheer size of her chest.

Arousal jolted Pirotess' loins as she sharply breathed in the mix of mist and her body's unwashed aroma, nose cutely crinkling, hair clinging to her back and eyes glistening desire. The airborne aphrodisiac increased her thrill at watching Olivia debase herself, every stunt and movement exaggerated for comical effect. Her logical mind told her the mist was a cheap tactic used by the woman to sell an otherwise bland girl as genuine whore material, yet Pirotess slowly lost the will to care. Olivia belonged here with them, where anyone with a small chunk of change could come to laugh and fuck her silly.

"That mist has interesting properties," Pirotess said. "Where did you get it?"

"I got it when my last mistress helped turn me into the joke I am today." Between moans and giggles, Olivia told the elf about her capture by Shannon.

Displeased at her defeat by the Godhand, Shannon took it out on the Godhand's closest ally. Following her capture, Olivia underwent forced jester training by the Cirque Du Sadique's ringleader. Water balloons, juggling balls, lines of tied cloth strips, these props and more took part in her acts. Slapstick became a critical element, each performance littered with fake mishaps where she would use her breasts to cushion the fall of tripping forward or end up the victim of an 'accidental' spanking.

Everything changed in her mind on the day she willingly offered herself to a lion. Days of waiting for Gene to rescue her, and the constant taunting and teasing of her keeper, left her questioning everything Shannon said. When the lion showed disinterest in sex with her, and Shannon mocked her desirability as a woman from it, her ravaged mind sought to disprove her keeper by getting the lion's interest... and failed. Her status as a joke was confirmed, yet her nurturing mistress showed her the path to turn it into a strength. This continued until the day Gene rescued her. Even with herself, Shannon and Conchita to contend with, Gene single-handedly put the demon whores in their places and re-gained her allegiance with his delicious godly prick.

So there she stood before Pirotess, pounding away at her pussy to show off her complete and utter lack of self-respect. She didn't merely use props; no, her whole body was a prop itself, built for the sole purpose of entertainment. Her hips weakened and her breathing went shallow, the onrush of an orgasm coming closer and closer. Yet right as she felt it begin to crest, Olivia maliciously withdrew the jester wand from her own soaking wet cunt and grinned.

"Shannon always had me stop right before I could cum. She said the demons liked to see how pathetic I could be by keeping myself hot and bothered all the time and begging her to let me finish. What do you say? Am I in?"

Pirotess pondered, ultimately coming to her decision. "Do you think you could get Shannon here?"

"Oh, of course! I'll send Gene to spank her ass raw and drag her here after he's done with Taki."

"Consider yourself a partner of my brothel. Would you like to join me in advertising our business?"

"I'd love to! The more people that get to see me like this, the better." Olivia bounded toward the street, tits bouncing and wand dripping with her juices. At the first sign of a potential, she turned around and playfully smacked her rear as an invite while the little devil flitted about to gather attention toward her.

Pirotess scanned her alley, the redhead abusing Horse Dick and Gene groaning as Taki expertly sucked him off. Her business was growing. Months prior, she would have sneered in disgust at a woman like herself. The faintest whiff of the same cum that covered her to toe would have sent her gagging. As much as that was a horror, nothing would have bested the sight of a valued dark elven noble trading riches and respect for a life of sex and squalor.

She turned to her mirror's reflection. Few dark patches of untouched skin remained, the rest slathered in a haze of white goo. A lift of one breast confirmed the extent of her bukkake fun, its release sounding out a wet smack as it returned to its light sag. The depraved vision of beauty glistened where wet, adding to the flair of her dreamy purple hair. Something about her eyes, the thin long angles and the similar eyebrows, spoke volumes of the evil bitch she knew had lurked inside her all along. That alone was enough to make her pussy cry for want. She scooped a fingerful of cum from the golden dangling nipple ornament and wrapped her lips around the digit, smiling at a taste far more delectable than the finest of dark elven wines.

She would climb the social ladder in this vast new world. Word of her offerings would spread across the land, men and women coming for miles to indulge in dark lusts. The pleasure of this thought came a far distant second to how her people in the Forest of Darkness would lament the fall of a paragon to their nobility, the gracious Pirotess defiled by her endless pursuit of money and sex. Hers would be a warning tale to her people, a bogeyman spoken of in hushed tones for fear she might return one day to grace them with the poison of her malodorous presence.

Surrounded by the darkness of demon and man, she groped herself and thought on her one true master.

"Mmm... if only mortal followers of Phalaris turn to evil," Pirotess mused, "I must be one very naughty elf whore."

With a brief, seductive sway of her hips, she returned to her place on the corner, on the prowl for their next client.