Women's Worth

Elsewhere, a radiantly beautiful brunette lay on the mossy green banks of a lake of sparkling blue, amongst with blooming ivory lilies and graceful swans, under a midday sun, surrounded by an infinite expanse of verdant plains, majestic waterfalls and free-flowing rivers in heavenly beauty. Dressed simply in a plain white toga, as her attendants trimmed and painted her fingernails with utmost care, her feet splashing lightly in the refreshingly cool waters.

Her skin, as silky smooth as a babe’s, was the hue of light chocolate; her sweet features were nothing short of perfect, the very embodiment of beauty framed by the delicate tresses of her long red hair. Every now and then even her familiar attendants would stop to gaze upon her longingly; she inspired immediate admiration, if not affection, for she was the goddess Sharess herself.

The multiple invocations of her name in her own shrine by a priestess of hers, somewhere on the Prime Material plane had aroused her attention, if for a while. Then they grew sharply in intensity, the intensity of pleasure, and then the surge of sensation that could only be orgasm. That she was masturbating was unsurprising; but what she’d been watching– hmm. That could be interesting.

Even as she answered the calls for divine spells from her clerics and regarded her many supplicants calling to her, she divined the identities of all the women involved, and more. Over the millennia there’d surely some women who had taken to one another, but they’d long since ceased to interest Sharess – men had always been more to her taste and pleasure, but these two were strange – in that all were classically feminine beauties and, they didn’t feel for each other beyond friendship. Two weren’t her supplicants yet, but their future dalliances and overtures to anyone were certainly potential amusement in future.

Storing the knowledge of the incident in a disused corner of her multi-faceted consciousness, the goddess rose from the soft moss, tossing her toga away. The water was just right, not too cold, but refreshing to the touch, and Sharess purred, a throaty, husky purr that send shivers through the air, like silk draping over the men around. Following their goddess into the pool, they began to tease her, caressing her back and soft thighs with touches perfected with a lifetime of experience. Surrounded by her bevy of toy boys, tall, muscular men, her soft breasts pressing into hard pecs, Sharess sighed helplessly. This was going to be a long bath.

* * *

Luisa was back on the street and quick on her feet, eager to leave Oldover House behind her. A four-storied stone mansion in the Temple District, it housed the city’s Sages Guild. Mostly wizened, wrinkly old men, sages were usually elderly scholars with a wealth of knowledge for those who could pay.

She should’ve known, really. The men there were too old for her charms and have any regard for the goddess, and the one attending to her already had a patronizing smirk at the sight of her holy symbols. She was certain she heard him mutter ‘whore’, but boldly asked after knowledge of the wands of Sharess.

“Can’t say I’ve heard of them, so I won’t charge you a coin.” The old man replied to her matter-of-factly, but Luisa couldn’t help feeling put down.

Anyone who knew of Sharess had a vague idea of her dogma: The pursuit of pleasure. Pleasure certainly had many aspects: the pleasure of familial warmth, social activity, sport, theatre, adventure, and certainly sex. To Luisa it had always seemed that pursuing life’s greatest pleasure had certainly justified its central position in the goddess worship, and hypocritical how everyone wanted it yet disdained those who were outspoken about their desires.

Trying something new was something Sharess advocated and Luisa loved to do. Back in the temple in Calimport, Luisa had heard many rumors of the wands of Sharess, left behind on this mortal plane during the goddess tenure here during the Time of Troubles: some said they were magical dildos, others that they were smooth silver rods topped off with a glowing red crystal ball. All agreed that the wands, previously used by the goddess’ avatar, once used by mortal women, would heighten sensitivity and pleasure to previously impossible levels.

They were said to be lost to the sands of time, and impossible to find. The lucky girl who had them wouldn’t ever relinquish them, Luisa was sure. They could’ve been just hearsay altogether. Still, the quest for a relic of the faith was a nifty excuse to leave Calimport and the tedium of living under the thumb of superiors jealous of her looks behind. Said superiors were probably eager to let her go too.

As for actually searching for the relic, Luisa devoted as much effort as she had actual hope in finding it. In truth her journey across the continent had been a thorough pleasure trip, what with new sights, adventures, and men: lots of them. They had been very eager to sponsor her repeatedly, and her anklet of infertility, a standard issue item among Sharessans, meant no worries of pregnancy or ‘dirty diseases’.

In the short time she’d spent in Raven’s Bluff, she’d come to know a number of amorous men, the most noteworthy of late being an elven merchant, Laramis Tharm; while not a noble, he had immense wealth. His visit to the House of Desires had Lyndia welcome him personally, and for a skinny, pale-skinned man he had been quite rigorous, Luisa mused. He’d asked her to visit every now and then, and she hadn’t had much time to, until now.

Making her way along a hedged walkway, Luisa marveled at the majesty of his five-story mansion, which exuded an air of highbrow antiquity, with vines lining the dark slate gray walls. The grounds, rimmed by tall spiked walls and patrolled by easily a score or more armored guards, even featured a tall watchtower at a corner. What would the view be like there? Luisa wondered, and resolved to find out.

The human doorman bore a butler’s garb and an upturned nose, but flashing him the signet ring Laramis had given her turned the prim and proper butler properly obsequious as he bowed deeply, opening the thick oaken doors wide for her.

“The master is as of yet not home. As always, he has important business with the merchant council. Would the lady enjoy a cup of tea? The master often entertains associates here, so we have any brew you can think of in stock, with even some imported from faraway Kara-Tur.” He referred to the Far Eastern continent.
“A pity. I’m not very thirsty, but I’m in the mood for some reading. Perhaps you could show me the library? If there’s one around.”
“Of course there is! The master has as complete a collection of tomes as any noble. Only last week I made the tasteful purchase of –“
“Perhaps you could show me to see for myself.”
“Of course, follow me.” Following the butler up winding spiral steps to the third floor and through double oaken doors, Luisa found herself staring at a sea of shelves.

“This entire floor is devoted to the library, milady. I shall return to my business, if nothing else, and inform the master of your presence when he returns.”
“Aye.” She waved him off, and he retreated backwards so as not to show his back.

The doors creaking closed behind her, an old joke came to mind. A haughty noble boasted of his education thanks to the hundreds of tomes in his library to a traveling scholar, who replied that he’d only a single textbook at hand – but at least he’d read it.

The shelves were clearly labeled with inscriptions carved into the wooden shelves’ sides. Bypassing fiction, Luisa roamed around, her footsteps echoing in the commodious chamber from the slightly domed ceiling before finally finding labels of interest: adventures and magical artifacts. To any adventurer, the magic of her tools truly set her apart from her peers, their worn medals of accomplishment. Swordsmen could train for years but fall quickly at the hands of a villain bearing a blade so magical it cleaved right through their own. Maybe she’d find out about something worth finding and owning in these shelves.

The first book she picked up was a journal of one Fredor Tharm: apparently one of Laramis’ forefathers had been a man of the road. Leaning against the shelf, Luisa found herself captivated by the unassuming prose detailing his daring deeds. She’d reached a part where he wrote of finding a cloak of invisibility and using it to morally ambiguous ends, smiling at his spirited displays.

That was when she heard the echo of another’s footsteps, and felt herself warm in anticipation. The memory of the previous night’s fucking still played in a corner of her mind, and Luisa felt herself yearning to feel like that again. It didn’t help that the book now described Fredor’s voyeuristic tendencies.

“Slipping into her shower just before she could close the door, I leaned into a corner, watching her strip. But she was fine! An elven woman with particularly full hips and perky tits. I watched her wet herself and soap up, her hands touching herself, and I got damn hard. Then she started slipping a hand between her own legs and leaned against the wall and-” At that point Luisa could hear his footsteps closing in.

“Who’s there?” Luisa asked, giggling. When the footsteps reached her from behind she swiveled round to face – nothing in particular.
“Who else?” From behind, Laramis lilting, almost melodious, elven voice replied as he covered both her eyes with a forearm, and then slipped a blindfold over, a black satin hanky.
“Oh, how naughty! I like it.” Luisa giggled again, feeling firm hands turn her around, guiding her backwards until she leaned against a wall. Those hands pressed her still for a while, and Luisa smiled, pleased that her attire had the desired effect.

Her red long sleeved, low-necked shirt worn over tight breeches that showed off her firm thighs were slowly untied and peeled away, revealing a white sheer chiffon baby doll and thong, her nipples, adorned with clip-on nipple rings, poking hard out. His hands pressed her arms up against the wall as he leaned in, his stiff member rubbing against her legs, his tongue wetting her nipple over the silky cloth, her little buds already standing hard, squeezed through the ring as she yelped softly at the sudden, wet touch.

Try as she might Luisa couldn’t remember being blinded while fucked, and found her self thrilled. Laramis seemed a lot rougher than usual, but that only added to the freshness of this fuck as he tugged her baby doll’s bodice up and over her head, both hands stroking her smooth soft breasts, as if relishing the touch, before gradually closing his fingers, kneading her breasts, not painfully hard, while still tweaking and toying with her nipples, but with tingling firmness. His tongue, rough and wet laved her nipples repeatedly and with darting speed that she felt them driven to deep red swelling.

As he lapped at her nipple his hands tugged her thong, already dabbed wet, to her ankles and off, and lifted her by the knees, her back leaning against the wall as she yelped, instinctively excited at her legs being spread, her pussy getting bared. His cock teasingly rubbed over her pussy and she smiled as he loosed her ponytail, her hair hanging free before the hardness suddenly slipped inside her, smoothly and sharply, as they assumed an upright missionary stance, and Luisa stiffened. He seemed thicker than last time – condoms? In any case she it felt better.

Her vision dark and empty, Luisa could only feel her sweat flowing from her brow, down her deep cleavage, his tongue still attending to her excited nipples with the occasional spike of pleasure as he nibbled down, as the pulse of their fucking pumped her with sensation. As she felt the slight crook of his tool curve to the right, pressing against her walls there a little harder, his thick length almost reaching her cervix, she knew it wasn’t Laramis at all, her pussy wetting in excitement at that knowledge. Fucking a complete stranger was nothing new for Sharessan priestesses, but with the novelty of the situation, and her mind closed off to the visual and focused on the sensational, Luisa was helplessly and heavily aroused, her love juice copiously coating her man’s length and girth.

Red-faced and groaning in sheer pleasure, her hands reaching to rub her clit and nipple, she felt the stranger’s hard chiseled torso and his thickness stretch her wide, testing her depths with constant pressure, a steady rhythm as her ass shook with his forceful ministrations. The warmth of her cheeks burning her cries of passion, she shook her hips, humping with the splitter shafting her so deeply, her breasts shaking with the effort.

Then they came. Luisa went first, her juices gushing at that peak of pleasure, with the force of a cannon, warm streams of juice dribbling down her reddened thighs. Fuck, she screamed out loud. Then she felt his, the warm spurt of jism as he groaned out loud for once, a deep guttural sound, and the nipple that he’d sucked on trembling with a chill at fresh air. He didn’t stop shafting though, and Luisa tugged at her own hair, trembling against the wall. Then she felt her back sliding down the wall as he pulled out, the deed done. Luisa stroked her palm over her tender pussy, basking in the afterglow.

Tugging her blindfold off, Luisa groaned in consternation as she sat flat on the floor, with no one in sight, her wet pussy achingly empty as she registered the quick sharp echoes of running footsteps.

Leaning back, Luisa fingered herself furiously, two fingers shoved into herself, curling them a little when she pulled outward, her other hand scooping cum into her lustful mouth, her senses tingling at the taste and scent of male cum, then her free hand stroking her clit as she came, her cries flavored with cum as she shuddered in heavenly orgasm yet again, feeling nothing but the pulses of pleasure, then opening her eyes to watch her own love juices seeping from her pussy into a puddle, mixing with the stranger’s cum.

For what could’ve been half an hour or a whole afternoon, Luisa lay with her back slumped against the wall, basking in the deep scent of sex. When she heard the doors creak open followed by echoing footsteps, they belonged to the rightful master of the house.

“I’ve had lunch prepared, and we can go – well! Well, well. Looks like you’ve been having a good time all by yourself!” Laramis, dressed for business in a regal black jacket over a white silk doublet and black pants shook his head at the sight of the naked beauty, her breasts heaving and sweating, her spread legs displaying a wet, red pussy still gleaming with a puddle of cum just below. Picking his relative’s journal up, he gave a quick look-through and grinned knowingly.

”Ah. I see. I used to enjoy these journals myself when I was younger, though this is just the tip of the iceberg.”
“Let’s go have lunch, shall we, oh Laramis?” The elf felt his pointed ears perk up and tingle for a moment at her sultry, sexy voice.
“Of course. Let me help you up.”
“But first, I thought you’d like dessert.” Luisa flashed a feral grin, then turned around to get on all fours, facing away from the excited elf, parting her knees wide so that her bared moist pussy were exposed between baby smooth ass cheeks leading to toned, tanned thighs – almost too good to eat.

Getting on his knees, Laramis scooped cum from the puddle onto her pouting nether lips, seasoning the dish as he extended his long curling tongue for a first taste – first just a quick lick, followed by another, and then a long, slow lick across the length of her slit, and the first of her delectable moans came. Luisa felt his fingers pry her cunt lips wide open, as he tasted her most secret depths, her hand tugging at her own nipple, held stiff all the while by the unyielding nipple ring.

“I know you just love taking it in the ass, don’t you Lu, you silly slut.” His thumb started swirling over her puckered back door. Luisa nodded and cried out a yes, that musical, aristocratic voice talking down and dirty to her electrifying her sense of arousal.

“I love playing with you too, Lu. You’re like a child’s plush toy, but with all those lovely little moans and groans.” Laramis goaded her further, his thumb popping into her ass and as if on cue she yelped at the intrusion, tugging her own red hair and squeezing her breast.

Laramis straightened his back, his forefinger tapping on her magic button; his thumb swirling between thin pouting nether lips. He grinned to himself, delighted at the redhead stamping her fist on the floor repeatedly in unbridled expression of enjoyment and the sensuous view of the expanse of tanned flesh on the redhead’s curved bare back that rippled and tensed with her excited little movements. By now the hand attending to her ass was pumping her with two curved fingers, his other hand stroking that glorious back, and she actually purred in reply. Running his thumb down the smooth indentation of her spine, her back arched sharply, the fingers of her tightly clenched fists spreading wide instantly.

I’d rather see that pretty little face now, he thought, and commanded her to lie on her back. Closing up to her, still on his knees, they assumed a modified missionary stance, with only one of her legs propped on his shoulder, his hand still working her back door alternately with thumb and two fingers.

If Luisa looked gorgeous on any given day, right now she looked divine. Her siren’s face was a deep, almost angry red and the perfect picture of deep and meaningless arousal. Her eyes were tight shut and from that vantage point her nose looked even perkier and prettier than usual. Her luscious full lips moved constantly, softly voicing her pleasure. Her head tossed and turned in tandem with his finger thrusts and her long smooth red hair swished and swayed. In the few seconds he took to take it all in, his manhood, thick and covered with veins running with hot blood had hardened to almost breaking point.

The time had come. His free hand anchored to the floor he thrust powerfully inside her sopping cunt and she moaned loud and long, tugging at her hair and gripping at his hand as she humped her hips in rhythm. Her breasts, flushed red, large and pendulous, perked up at the points of her nipples and shook with the force of his fuck. With the experience of long years he paced himself, determined to finish her off.

Laramis could tell when she was cumming when her cries reached a crescendo and for a telling moment she just didn’t move at all, her fists clenched tight and just then he reached forward to squeeze and tug at her ringed nipples. Again it was Luisa’s turn to go first, and when she came, it was as hard as ever. When her nipples yielded to his rough fingers her pleasure spiked high up just before her inner dam had burst. She screamed semi-coherently calling to her goddess and crying out expletives while pussy juice spurted out her filled depths spraying Laramis with hot wetness. Then it was his turn, and Luisa clenched her walls tight as the first of his hot cum pushed deep in, milking his hard engorged cock. Looking on his own tortured expression she reached up to tweak his nipples too, until he slumped, spent, and slowly withdrew his sword, soaked to the tip in their cum.

* * *

“If you hadn’t said it earlier, I’d never had thought you were interested in becoming a follower.” Kat sipped Oolong tea, savoring the essence of far off lands as a waitress cleared their empty plates.
“Honestly I don’t see why not. I already share their ideals, you know, to have a good time in life. Who doesn’t want that?” Val slouched a little in her seat, shaking her legs.
“I’m not saying I don’t. They’re not aligned with any evil groups, they seem pretty alright, but I just don’t feel good about it.”
“Want to tell me about it?”
“For one, people are going to look at you funny all the time when you wear your holy symbols or whatnot. I’ve lived off stealth for so long, you know, I don’t think I could enjoy that sort of attention, being with you.”
“I could always wear it inside my robes. No, that’s not it, Kat. I’ve known you so long. You just don’t like me coming out to embrace my sexual identity.”
“I am uncomfortable. My best friend is going to join the ranks of universally despised harlots, that’s why! Look at Luisa. She got sampled, but that’s just another way of saying she got raped and she didn’t even look bothered. I just can’t identify with that.”

Kat downed the last of her tea, setting her cup down lightly.

“We can’t ever be sure just what Luisa’s really feeling, but of course you’re right. We should keep on having a good time, just not until we become like, animals, you know. Really, I hear you on this. You know me, I like to fool around at times, but I’m not the sort of heartless bitch who just cares about myself. I care about this city I love, and I care about you too.” Val pressed her hand over her heart.
“Yup, I know. “
“Thanks for coming up front with this. I didn’t know you didn’t like it. You’re a real friend, Kaitlyn, and I really treasure having you around.”
“That’s nice of you. Oh, I like you too.” Kat reached out to hold Val’s hand for a squeeze and a smile.

“So have you got any new missions yet?” Val asked.
“No, I’m free for now. You?”
“I’m thinking of researching the spell book I got from the drow wizard.”
“What for? You’re obviously his superior.”
“Oh, you can never know. But I can always do it later, if you’ve something in mind.”
“Maybe I do. “ Kat flashed a dimpled grin.

* * *

“I hope the veal was to your liking.” Laramis asked, as he wiped his lips with a satin kerchief.
“It’s good enough, thank you.” Luisa couldn’t help feeling a little awkward speaking to someone across the long table in Laramis’ classy dining room, but at least her fumbling with the cutlery wouldn’t be so obvious.
“Tell me, Luisa, what do you get up to when you aren’t… in the shrine?”
“Hmm, any number of things. I could be out strolling through the city. I haven’t been here for very long.”
“Yes, you told me before. You didn’t tell me why you left Calimport for here though.”
“I’m seeking some of Sharess’ holy treasures, but they’re thought to be long lost.”
“I see. I’d love to help you, but these days I’m so busy with work. Ever since my father Ferric passed on, I’ve had precious little time to myself. I’ve had to manage the business all by myself. This mansion didn’t fall from the sky. I appreciate you stopping by, and it’s so fortunate I’m more or less, free for the rest of the day. It’s been a long while since I’ve enjoyed myself like that.” He smiled, genuinely pleased. Walking over to her side of the table, he pulled the chair back for her.

“Thanks. That’s very sweet.” Luisa got up.
“Would you like a stroll in the gardens? They’re very well-kept… or so I’ve heard.”
“I’d rather get back to the library for now; there were some books I had my eye on.” Laramis nodded and they made their way up the spiral stairs.
“Who was Fredor Tharm? The adventurer fellow, whose journal I was reading.”
“An uncle. Those journals were already there when I was in my teens, which could be already middle age for human folk. I used to read them late into the night, dreaming of following in his footsteps.” He chuckled coldly to himself, shaking his head. “Well, look what’s turned out of that. I’m a foppish merchant man like dad.”

“Well you’re a lot richer than anyone I know. There’s a lot of people who’d kill and more to live like you.” Luisa said as she pushed the doors to the library open.
“To be honest, I envy you, Luisa. You live so free of cares. It must be easy to get anyone’s attention, too.”
“You don’t say.” Luisa smiled brightly.
How many men has she lived off? How many more will come? Ah, but she’s gorgeous, and for now I should just enjoy her company, Laramis thought.

“I was thinking of reading up on magic artifacts, and then going out to look for them. You know, a treasure hunt.” Luisa thumbed through the shelf of books.
“Hmm. Maybe we could read one of the other journals instead. Goodness. By Corellon, I didn’t know we had that many of them in here.”

Picking out a volume at random, and then a few more, Laramis led Luisa to a couch beside a window. Lying back on the cushioned couch with Luisa’s softness in his lap, the sprawling city spreading out before his sight, the warm glow of midday sun suffusing through the tinted glass, Laramis flipped open “Underdark Journal 1”. Following Fredor’s crawl through a dank dungeon as Luisa lay on his chest sideways, her soft breasts against his chest, Laramis could feel the steady, firm pulse of his heart against Luisa, and for the first time in a while, he felt truly alive.

* * *

“You know, it isn’t safe around here. I’ve heard the drow try to dig their way up from the Realms below into the tunnels here. Or that beholders come fly around now and then.” Val whispered as they stepped along the dark tunnel, their boots splashing the rank sewer water softly.
“It’s just a little look see. We’re not just any other bandits, we’ll do fine. I haven’t been here in a while.” Kat led the way, her shortswords in hand.

Long before the time of present-day Raven’s Bluff, an old dwarven city called Sarbreen had been dug into tunnels and caves well underground. The city had been sacked long since, and all that remained were ruins and the ancient treasure of the Stout Folk, the dwarves. Their once-thriving civilization left a legacy of tunnels behind, some of which cut through the sewers of today, and hid caches of dwarven wealth. Tales of treasure were common pub talk, and tales had spread of innkeepers finding enchanted armor behind walls in their cellars or the basements of noble mansions haunted by short, stocky spirits.

So-called treasure maps to the riches of Sarbreen used to be all the rage among adventurers in the city until the city watch put an end to it, although dwarves, with a whiff of pride, have boasted that at most a tenth of all of Sarbreen’s wealth had been uncovered to date. Today the tunnels below the city, if conspiracy theories are to be believed are rumored to harbor evil organizations like the drow or Red Wizards of Thay. They probably still hide hidden treasures, along with the denizens of the deep that have over the long years taken up residence in the abandoned dwarven hold of old.

Under cover of invisibility, other warding spells, and with the benefit of magical night vision Val and Kat had made their way into the sewers through a hatch in the House of Desires, traipsing through the dank, dripping sewers, following tunnels leading lower down, for the lower they went, the more they would find. They’d wandered at will, but not without marking the way back on parchment, at one point dodging a band of gnolls, with little to show for it besides sewage stained boots. Then, Kat’s sharp eyes spotted archaic dwarven runes, almost faded, etched on a mossy wall. Such etchings commonly appeared singularly in the tunnels, most were likely street signs, but these formed a complete arch that looked to rim a doorway.

“I’ll check for traps.” Kat bent her knees a little to stay still, then leaned in slowly to scrutinize the walls around, followed by the floor, looking for the telltale signs of slightly displaced tiles that bespoke hidden compartments for arrows or spikes to fly out of and incapacitate would be treasure hunters, but found none.

“I can’t read dwarvish. I don’t think even a dwarf could read this ancient script. The runes themselves look to be pressure plates; we’ll have to press them in sequence. I’m not sure we should even bother to try. There’re about two-dozen of them, the sequence could be one of a thousand possibilities. Maybe we could copy them down and find a sage.” Val suggested as Kat ran her finger along the indentations on the wall.

“No, I think we can open this right here and now. Look, some of the runes are dustier than the others. Those cleaner ones would be those that one needed to press. Look closely and you’ll see a handprint. It’s very faint, but the layer of dust over the handprint is just a little thinner than around.”

“We can’t tell if those prints were made by some other explorers. Even if you’re right we can’t tell the sequence.”
“We could just try, since there’re no traps around. Check for magical traps.”

Val nodded, casting a divining dweomer that for a moment, bathed the arch of runes in a faint white glow, and then faded. Kat knew from experience that if the runes were trapped, they would’ve glowed a blood red.

“Well, let’s try one of them. Which ones have handprints?”
“There’re two, one of both sides. Hey, maybe you should press them together.”
“As you like.” Val reached forward to press the runes down, heard a soft click from somewhere in the wall, and then the section of wall rimmed by the runes sank quickly into the floor, revealing a doorway into a darkened corridor.

“Wait. Let me scout ahead with the wizard eye.”
“Good idea. I’ll keep watch.”

Val cast her spell, and Kat saw a hovering eye the size of her fist appear in Val’s open palm, then fly through the doorway. The magic of the spell kept the wizard eye invisible, although powerful individuals or diviners would detect it. Through the eye, Val would get a close-up look into the hideout without endangering herself by actually entering. Val’s own eyes were closed, and she stood still, leaning against the wall, maintaining the necessary concentration to see and hear through the eye.

In Val’s mind, the dark corridor, with mossy stony walls, was sweating drain water. The tunnel tapered into a hole that Val could crawl through, about 7 feet up the wall of a tavern’s taproom, with resounded with the raucous cries of merrymaking; only the staff and clientele appeared to be of an exotic strain. The barmaid was a bare-breasted brunette with earlobes lined with gaudy rings. Her breasts were modestly sized, but they seemingly screamed for attention with tattoos tracing the curves of her orbs, smaller circular ones rimming each nipple, which were joined by a dangling silver chain.

Tales of beholders stalking the city’s underground had circulated for years. One called them “a big eye with a bunch of little eyes that eats adventurers for breakfast”. Today Val finally saw them for herself; a group hovering around a table. Each monster was a levitating, spheroid body with slimy skin, a horrendous fanged maw and a bulbous large central eye, it bore tentacles ending in smaller eyes – eyestalks – writhing on the top. The sight of them chilled Val to the bone.

All in all, the tavern looked to be a motley collection of the scum of the land. Goblinoids like bugbears and orcs rubbed elbows, playing poker as a pair of ogres flung darts at a helpless bound goblin. A gang of dwarves in spiked bloodstained armor cheered on their arm-wrestling, muscle-bound comrades. Lizardmen, by all appearances scaly bipedal man-sized lizards slouched in their seats in a corner, sipping from a glass mug of blood-red fluid. Val could only imagine how they’d all smell.

Passing through the only other doorway from the taproom, through two blue-skinned ogres, led to a rowdy arena. Goblin bookies grabbed fistfuls of betting gold behind a counter as spectators crowded against the railings around the battleground 20 feet under. Somewhere, a bell chimed, and the gladiators emerged; a troll of green gnarled skin armed only with clawed hands opposing a hooded drow in purple-black plate mail waving a gleaming silver scythe, its bladed edge glowing a poisonous green.

The troll, dumb beast that it was, lunged with its claws outstretched, only to have them almost carelessly batted away with the drow’s scythe. Undeterred, the troll stumbled onward, slashing and flailing away at the drow it towered head and shoulders above, only to have the sneaky little fellow dart away or slap the offending hands away. The drow smirked, beckoning the beast with a crooked finger.

The troll had made its last move. With a tremendous leap the drow bounded right over the troll, sparkling dust trailing his feet, twisting around and slashing his scythe in a slick fluid stroke. The troll’s head thudded onto the ground in a spray of green gore and venom moments after he landed, and he hoisted his scythe in the air, triumphantly, drinking in the audience’s adulation.

Whizzing about, the eye exposed more of the den of iniquity. Adjoining chambers featured casinos and strip bars, and in a gloomy corner an eye-patched ogre rode a plump human woman pressed onto a table, her thick lips parting crudely, soundless in the collective clamor. Looming above the women writhing around poles, perched on a balcony was a winged succubus.

Up close she was an attractive dark-haired girl, with swarthy smooth skin, and slender eyebrows over dreamy dusky large eyes, with the horns of a ram that curled around back under her dainty ears. Her wavy jet-black hair flowed over her bared breasts and shoulders, snuggling between her spread gray wings, like those of a bat, membranous, translucent and fluttering slightly.

Turning away, she swaggered – no, sauntered – back into her room, her hips swaying with the practiced gait of a model or a whore. As she stepped into her caliginous chamber, crystalline light gems set into the walls shone sanguinely to life, pulsing as if with a heartbeat. The walls themselves were lined with uneven chunks of inky-black rock, with searing lava seeping through the cracks in between from somewhere in the ceiling, sizzling ceaselessly.

A plush bed, body-length mirror, various drawers and bookshelves and finally a crystal ball swirling mistily atop a table implied a level of luxury fitting either a highly favored harlot or the proprietor. The succubus paced around idly, her arms folded under her pale breasts in thought. Thumbing a few books from her shelves, then pacing back out to peer over her balcony, she finally drew a box from a drawer. Plopping into bed, she drew a handful of dildos and a tube of lube. Spreading her muscled thighs she exposed her pussy, a touch of soft pink among a sea of dark skin her hand reaching down to stroke it with her fingertips, a slow even stroke, her thumb toying with her clit. Squeezing lube onto her palm, she groped it evenly onto her breast. Her thumb and forefinger met under the veil of black in what had to be a squeeze of her nipple, and she gritted her teeth, her sharp features, those pronounced cheekbones now a painting of pleasure, and then she moaned, ever so softly.

“Uh!” Val’s eyes leaped open, and she shook herself, standing.
“Well? What did you see?”
“Nothing!”
“Nothing? You took quite a while. I was pretty bored just standing around.”
“Of course I did. “ Val brushed some hair behind her ear, and continued, “It appears to be a tavern of sorts, only for weird creatures. Get this straight: I saw lizardmen, beholders, drow, goblin-kin and evil dwarves. There’s the taproom where I saw ogres use a goblin as a dart target, a bloody gladiator arena where I saw a drow behead a troll, a casino, and a strip bar.”
“Sounds wicked. So what do you think we should do? Try to kill them all? We probably could. If it’s a confined space, lob in a few fireballs and ice storms or whatever and blow their brains out. Then we loot them.” Kat had a sly gleam in her eye.

“I don’t know. This place hints at a whole network of evil creatures that thrives in these parts. We could probably manage the hit, but I think we should try to infiltrate and see what more we can learn about the other hidey-holes. “
“Hmm. Yes, that’s a better idea. I just wanted to wipe some scum from the face of the earth. Or should I say the gut of the earth? Still I can’t really believe it. Are you sure? About the things you saw? This is a really big thing to discover just from a few hours of wandering. You’d think someone else would’ve found out. Besides where do you think those goblins came from? Surely not from deep under.”
“I guess we’re just really lucky. The whole of Sarbreen is huge, and we’re probably like a few hundred feet underground. Not many people come this deep, unless they know for sure of a hidden cache. Which nobody knows these days? As for those gobs they should be from the Vast. Brought in by a mastermind with a use for some brute muscle.” Val explained, referring to the wilder land beyond the city walls.
“So how’re we going to ‘infiltrate’ the place?” Kat’s fingers mimicked quotation marks.
“We’ll stay invisible for awhile, since this doorway actually seems to be a hidden entrance. It ends up in a small hole we’ve to crawl through. Once we’re properly inside I’ll dispel the invisibility. We’ll look just the same, only with a nice pair of horns to pass for tieflings. ”Val eased into her practiced spellcasting and then each girl apparently had horns half a foot long.

Kat led the way again, and when the tunnel reduced both girls to crawling, the blonde was close enough to take in the sights for herself. A while later, Val smacked her on the bum.

“Remember, don’t look too surprised or anything. Look indifferent. Remember that you dumb blondie.”
“Whatever. We got to turn around to hang onto the edge first, then drop down. Don’t trip over yourself getting down, oaf-girl. It’s a pretty high drop.”

As nimble as her namesake Kat slipped backwards, her long legs popping out first, then clinging onto the edge of the hole, finally dropping down on her toes with nary a sound. Val followed clumsily, landing with an unheeded thump, indistinct in the background clamor.

Wiping the invisibility as they squeezed through a gang of goblins, the duo made for the bar. Kat stared at the bargirl’s jewelry in wide-eyed astonishment while the brunette cocked her chin to look down her nose at them.

“What’s good these parts?” Val ventured.
“We have everything you could want, although my personal fave’s the milk special. How about that? Two milk specials?” A list of drinks available hung above offered beverages like ‘boiled bat’s blood’ and ‘mixed brain juice’.
“Uh, sure.” Kat plopped her quid onto the bar, and the bargirl swiped them up readily before turning around to grab two mugs from a high shelf, her firm back curving sleekly, the tip of her ass crack just showing through her tight pants as she tiptoed.

The duo watched as the bargirl leaned forward a little after thumping the mugs on the table, her back still facing them, her forearms reaching up. Eventually it dawned on them what exactly the bargirl was serving up. When she turned back around she held two mugs filled to the brim with creamy, slightly frothy milk. Val couldn’t help sneaking a peek at her nipples to find pale white rivulets leaking from swollen red nubs. The bargirl leaned over propping her elbows on the bar table, eyeing both girls, licking her lips deliberately slowly, then flashing a sly grin.

“Enjoy. It’s fresh.”

* * *

I had been trailing through dark beyond dark for hours on end when I saw them, the illithid, or the mind flayers. My cloak of invisibility notwithstanding, I felt a tinge of fear, a sensation I’d almost forgotten. Psionic humanoids which an insect’s eyes, black and deep, they had four octopus-like tentacles around a lamprey’s mouth. Their heads looked like squid, and I’d heard the tales of them catching a man with their tentacles, sucking the very living brain out.

The repulsiveness of their physical forms was nothing compared to their psychic powers, or so I’ve heard. I’d rather die not knowing how it’s like, taking a Mind Blast squarely, a shockwave that stuns the mind, and thus the body as well, that leaves their victims helplessly stunned beyond their own volition as the dreaded illithid feast on their brains. Mind Flayers indeed.

The two illithid I saw led a ragtag assortment of ogres, minotaurs and beasts, most likely their slaves. The illithid thought of themselves as superior to all other races, and enjoyed keeping slaves – or thralls, as they called them – to remind themselves. Perhaps they were more powerful, but I’d never admit it. They were strong in mind, but far weaker in body, with the build of a poor scholar.

My sword in hand I crept into the tunnel they occupied, my footsteps covered by those of the illithid’s thralls, the thoughts of my mind kept to a meaningless monotonous hum, for I knew they would sense any thought, or psychic emanation. Poised behind them, my greatsword swung to a side, the swish through air alerting the creatures as they turned around to face me, scant seconds before I lopped their heads off.

They were made of meat after all.

The thralls’ slow shuffle came to a halt. I knew that they, unfettered by chains or cuffs, had been chained by the mind, but it was then I realized their minds had not simply been controlled, but erased.

I put them out of their misery, and returned to my path.

“Well, that was creepy, wasn’t it?” Luisa asked, snuggling up with Laramis.
“That’s why I idolized him so much. It takes a brave heart to be an adventurer.”
“We’re too far from the Underdark for any of those monsters to even get close, aren’t we?”
“Aye. They are as good as a world apart from us.”

* * *

Vera cooed as she slowly slid the fake cock from her depths, coated with a dripping mix of lube and cum, her wings shivering slightly. Her basking in the warm sweaty afterglow of orgasm was disturbed by the urgent red glow of her crystal ball. Intruders! It had been so long since the last time someone got past her door guards and damn, was she pissed.

Stomping over to peer into the crystal ball, her brows knitted in a harsh frown she found the swirling mists parting to reveal two horned tiefling girls at the bar. Hmm. Calling upon magical powers she telepathically confirmed with door guards that the two tieflings didn’t come by the front door, and called to her minions to fetch the offending two to her quarters. They’d have hell to pay, she promised silently.

* * *

“You two. Mistress want see you right now.” The guttural voice of a blue ogre grunted at them, patting the flat of his broadsword on his other palm menacingly, a snarl between his tusks. “You come nice and quiet, or we bring you in pieces.”

Kat looked to Val, who gave a slight nod. Let’s play along for now. Getting to their feet, they allowed the ogres to lead them through the arena and casino upstairs, through a long corridor, finally waving them into what Val recognized to be the succubus’ chambers, the gems on the wall pulsing a tad faster than before. The woman herself had her back to them, her arms crossed and her devil’s tail slithering on the floor. Unlike the last time Val saw her, she donned a black leather catsuit, which was modified with a high starched collar and low neckline. She swiveled suddenly to face them, snarling before cocking her chin, narrowing her eyes at Kat.

“Who the hell are you and how did you get in? I’ll brook no trespassers. You’d better have a good answer. “ Vera stopped in her tracks when she looked over Val, her lips snapping shut.

At some point in their lives some people will be lucky enough to meet somebody that they’ll find absolutely, stunningly gorgeous. For Vera, it was Val. The succubus felt her mouth dry at the sight of the prettiest girl she’d ever met, her anger melted away helplessly by the uncomfortably gripping sense of shyness. The succubus stared right at Val, into her baby blue eyes, clasping her hands behind her back.

“Why don’t we all, just, I think, take a seat? Here. Around that table. We’ve stuff to talk about.” Vera had her head bowed a little as she gestured at the crystal ball. The trio sat at the round table with the crystal ball still glowing red, showing Val and Kat at the table. Vera wiped her palm over the sphere and it grew nebulously murky again.

“I’m Veralasque Blackheart, but you can call me Vera. I own this place. What’s your name?” Vera asked as she faced Val, her voice much softer, rubbing tablecloth between her fingers.
“I’m Val.”
“I’m Kat.”
“I was just talking to her. I’d rather you kept quiet, so I can pretend you aren’t around, bloody bitch.” Vera snarled at Kat, who rose to her feet, until Val pulled her back down.
“Vera, she’s my friend.” Val looked Vera in the eye, and the succubus bit her lip.
“Sorry, but I’d rather she not really urm, contribute to this conversation. I mean, it’s hard to talk to two at once.” Vera had her hands clasped on the table, leaning a little forward, still facing Val. Kat turned away a little, sulking.

For a while, Vera didn’t say much. She tried to, her lips parting a little then shutting tight again, her eyes darting over Val, who noticed the light gems seemed to be pulsing faster than ever, like the heartbeat of someone who’d just ran a dozen miles.

“Well, the only problem I have is that I didn’t really see you get in through the front door. We have to keep security tight around here. We can’t risk any stupid adventurers from above running around and then running up to the city watch and exposing us. Other than that I’d love to have you around my little place.” Vera smiled, and for a while Val left all lies behind.

“We found a back door. There’s a hole in your taproom some ways off the ground. It leads back to a rune door back on one of old Sarbreen’s streets.”

“Oh! I always knew about that hole, but I always thought it was just a dead end that used to be for storage. So it only opens from the other side. I’ve been around here awhile; see, before we built the tavern out of this space, so I thought I knew all about here. I was a bit angry just now, you know, like, in the spur of the moment. You won’t blame me will you?” Vera leaned forward a little, her head bowed till her chin touched her chest. Val thought she looked almost deferential, and in her own home.

“Of course not! We’re happy to get to meet you. Not everyone gets to!” Val smiled.
“Thanks! It’s, it’s really nice to meet you too. “Val was sure she added a little something to ‘you’. Maybe it was the way her eyelashes fluttered, or the curve of her lips, her lips almost pouting at the word.

“Still, I’ve never seen you around here before. How’d you hear of my place?”
“Oh, well, I heard it from Draken. He’s a slaver, and we’ve done some work for him before.”
“The name’s a little familiar. I think I saw him around, a long time ago. Can’t be sure, can’t really say I care. Well, as you’ve seen I’ve just built a place for us to have a good time in peace. Nice to have you around! Say, want a tour of my little place?” Vera smiled brightly; her eyes almost squeezed shut, then fluttering open to reveal her dusky large eyes again.

“How can I refuse?” Val smiled and Vera sprang to her feet, reaching to take her hand.
“I guess I can’t tag along.” Kat frowned.
“Not really. Go back downstairs to where everyone is. Guards, take her away.”

Kat twisted away as the ogres clapped their sweaty palms onto her shoulders, stepping back into the corridor unmolested. Vera was leading Val away, probably to some secret room, and just before they turned round a corner Kat’s keen eyes just made out Val mouthing something.

Sorry!

* * *

“Where are we?” Val asked as Vera led her through the winding corridors into a small brightly lit square room, about 12 by 12 feet. On one side was a pink cushioned couch, the opposite end a raised stage with a central pole reaching up to the ceiling, with curtains behind.

“This is our private VIP room where you’ll get to enjoy special shows. Better than those downstairs. Way better.”
“Well, what sort of shows?” Val asked nervously as she eyed the pole, although she already had a pretty good idea.
“Not just anybody gets to watch, you know. I only allow people I’ve known for awhile get in here, but well, since… I just thought you might want to enjoy something special, something… something nice. You know, so I can show you I’m sorry for getting angry earlier” Vera gazed at Val with doe-eyed expectancy.

“Well, now that you put it that way, I can’t say no now.”
“Yea! You’re going to love this. You just sit in nice and tight! Your own personal show’s starting in a jiffy!” Vera pressed Val by the shoulders onto the couch, and then darted out the door, leaving Val to her thoughts.

Val thought about how Vera was almost hitting on her. It was so obvious, but so unlike a man’s advances. She was nice, and doubtlessly sincere. She was coy, and unpretentiously affectionate. Did Vera have the hots for her? It sure seemed so! It didn’t feel bad at all; in fact it gave Val a warm fluttering in her heart. Val didn’t really think of girls that way, but there was no denying that the winged, tailed, dusky-eyed dark-haired beauty was hot!

No. She’s another girl! I’m not a lesbian. Maybe it’s not what I think, Val thought. It’s just like schoolgirls, just a girl crush. She’s just being friendly.

Even as she peeked at Val through the curtains, gazing all over her with a clear view in the bright light, Vera was having similar thoughts. She’s so pretty, the succubus thought. Her flowing flaming hair framed an achingly beautiful teardrop face. Her baby blue eyes, and cute pert nose and luscious lips were just perfect. I could look at her all day! Her body was incredible to look at, with her creamy white thighs all but naked through the robes’ partings. Her breasts weren’t like her own, so large and full; Vera suddenly wondered how it’d be like to cup her creaminess in her own hands. Maybe she’d have to use both hands just to cup one of those beauties. By the Abyss! I’m not a lesbian; I don’t like girls! Vera thought, cupping her cheeks, which felt shamefully warm.

I don’t like girls; I just happen to like this one. A bit.

With that thought Vera toned the lights down to a dim red, took a deep breath and parted the curtains teasingly slowly, jerking Val to attention as she revealed herself, strutting onto stage with toes painted with black nail varnish. She had swapped her catsuit for a white halter sheer enough for her pink bra to show through and giving a peek of cleavage, her bared navel bearing a piercing in the shape of a coiled dragon biting its own tail. Vera ran her hands over tight black leather pants, which showed off her supple thighs that led smoothly up to fiery flaring hips.

Just a few feet away, Val let her gaze wander over the incredibly sensuous girl, and her hands gripped onto the sofa when she followed Vera’s hand to her ‘camel toe’, or the delineation of her pussy lips on the tight black leather. Vera slid a single forefinger over between those tender cunny lips, black fingernail on tight black leather; her finger trailing back up over between her breasts then through her pouting red lips, sucking her scent, her delicately pronounced cheekbones even more so now, her smoldering gaze locked onto Val’s, now helplessly in thrall.

With a stamp of her foot Vera swiveled around, bending over to accentuate her pert ass, that looked all the tighter in those leather pants, her devil’s tail swaying sinuously from its base just above her crack. With a quick tug Vera’s pants were at her knees and Val had an unobstructed view of ass so baby smooth, so pert and so firm, Val had the sudden urge to stroke it, her fingers loosing then gripping the sofa tighter than before. It didn’t help Val at all that Vera wore a teeny sheer white thong, and the camel toe showed even more now and she could see the slit too clearly. Vera gave a playful little wiggle, and Val scrutinized the subtle definitions of muscle tone, her breaths coming short, shy and sharp now. It’s uncomfortably entertaining to watch another girl strip, she thought.

Vera turned, facing Val sideways and still bent over a little, the stark curve of her ass sharpened by the arch of her back, and then she pressed her butt back onto the pole, shivering just a little as she squatted, the cool metal sliding smoothly over her intimates. She was watching Val equally keenly, feeling the heat of the redhead’s unwavering gaze. She was stripping for another girl, and loving every second of it.

Turning back around, her back to Val so she had a perfect view of her ass again, this time the full ass cheeks parted by the pole as Vera slid her butt along the gleaming metal, her arched back rippling. Vera finally slipped her pants off all the way, tossing them to Val, who hugged them to her tummy, her eyes fixed on the unbelievably sexy succubus. Val felt herself Turned On so bad, she couldn’t help shoving Vera’s pants into her crotch, rubbing herself crudely against it, her knees meeting and parting, too aroused to be ashamed, but too shy to do any more.

Vera turned to face Val, her bare legs wrapped around the pole, her full breasts hugging the metal. Val watched the flex and clench of finely defined thighs and calves, so fit and so shapely, as Vera shimmied against the pole. Vera had something more elaborate in mind, but in the heat of arousal that dance routine was lost in darkness in a mind already partly switched off. The enraptured look on Val’s pretty face, the way the other girl was masturbating on pants she wore just seconds ago, the heat of the situation drove Vera to grind her wetness against the pole and she had to squat as her knees shook through a trembling orgasm.

Val had played with Kat long enough to recognize a cum when she saw one, muted as it was, with Vera eyes and lips clenched shut, but there was no mistaking her flushed cheeks, shaking knees or knuckles white from her grip on the pole for stage fright. No, Vera came on that pole; her tail was swishing wildly, her wings flexed far wide. Val slipped her hand inside her thighs, quickly finding her own swollen clit, thrumming and stroking it furiously. Hot as she was, she came in seconds, her juices flowing freely as her thighs squeezed together.

When both girls had recovered Vera stood up aside from the pole, slowly tugging her halter off, then clasping her hands at her crotch, her arms pressing her breasts together in the translucent pink bra. Val watched with wide eyes as her breast flesh yielded softly to her squeeze; her nipples, small but excited, poked visibly through the sheer fabric.

Vera’s sizzling gaze locked on Val’s blues as she squatted, and then slowly spread her knees. Her thong was all but transparent now, soaked as it was with her cum, and Vera’s pink in plain sight, her prominent mound seemingly jutting out in want.

“More! Strip more!” Val cried out loud. Vera bit her lip hard; the gorgeous girl from dreamland was telling her to strip. Vera unclasped her bra and tossed it onto Val’s lap for the redhead’s stare to move away and up to her soft bare breasts. There, her nipples, islands of pink in a sea of brown, were slowly stroked and scratched over by glossy black fingernails, and Val felt a sudden tingle in her own nipples, and idly reached up to tweak them.

When Vera’s hands slid back down to grasp at the hem of her thong, Val awaited with bated breath the sight of the incredibly sexy succubus’ pussy. Slipping the cloth over knees and ankles, Vera felt her clit tingle when she bared herself, her deepest intimates to the gorgeous redhead who was staring right at her own puss, tweaking her nipples and with a face flushed with obvious want. Then she gasped softly when she saw a dark stain of fluid dripping down the couch, down from the core of Val’s thighs. Vera sat suddenly, looking aside. She’d made that hot girl so wet she’d cum and juiced all over her couch, her juices dripping all the way to the floor… at that thought her own face flushed with the warmth of deep new arousal.

Vera had planned to stop here, at the striptease, but she’d never thought she’d cum – no, she’d never came before during a strip show. Now she wanted to, all over again, right before Her Hotness herself. Stroking her cheek for a while she found her voice, tremulous as it was.

“Want my thong? You know, like a souvenir.” Vera dangled her own thong in the air. The cloth was stained and soaked, and the air was thick with the musky tingling scent of girl.
“Sure.”
“But you’ll have to promise something first.”
“Tell me.”
“I want to see you lick this thong. All over. Have a taste… a taste of my … pussy.” Val blushed brightly and then nodded slightly, looking into her own lap. A moment later Vera’s thong plopped onto her lap and Val lifted the soft, moist fabric to her lips.

It smelled like sex. There didn’t seem to be any other word for it. It wasn’t like food, but the smell had to be an aphrodisiac of sorts, and it sent small ripples of tingles through her. Val had licked her own cum before, but this was another girl’s. Under normal circumstances she’d have freaked out, but this time she was aroused beyond normal.

Slowly she ran the tip of her tongue over where the thong covered Vera’s pussy, then closing her mouth, registering the taste: a slippery saltiness. My goodness, what have I done? I’ve just licked a girl’s cum, Val thought, and I sort of liked it. Her hands trembling she still couldn’t stop. Gradually she took to the taste, her licks longer and faster until she had her lips onto the cloth, sucking and drinking in Vera’s essence.

Vera watched as Val dug her free hand deep into her robes, her knuckles pressed onto cloth as her hand worked her pussy. The redhead was well red in the face too and had her lips buried in her thong. Val lay back on the couch, stuffing the thong in her mouth, her legs squirming as the freed hand groped at a breast. The other girl then arched her neck suddenly, looking skyward with glazed eyes as her thighs squeezed together, her moans muffled by Vera’s cum-soaked thong in her mouth. Eventually Val slowly sat back straight up, tugging the thong away.

“Wow. You liked tasting me?”
“Aye. Sort of. It’s not everyday I get to, well, do that. Urm, it was alright.”
“I see you came. Was it a good hard cum?”
“Aye.”
“Here, take these. Help me get my turn.” Vera had sat on the edge of her stage before slipping over to plop beside Val on the couch.
“I thought we weren’t allowed to touch you strippers.”
“You aren’t, and you won’t be. Put that panty onto your hand and use it on me. I’ll lie on the couch.”
“Vera, I’m not, you know I’m not a lesbian. I don’t do girls!” Val talked to the floor, gripping Vera’s stained panties.
“You’re not even touching me. It doesn’t count. You’re just helping another girl have a good time. You’re not doing me.”
“I don’t know. Kat’s been waiting a long time for me. Maybe I should go downstairs.” Val got to her feet and quickly had her hand on the doorknob.
“I thought you liked me.”
“I do! But, we’ve just met today and-“
“Please.” Vera gave Val the doe-eyed look, her long curly eyelashes fluttering just a little above her round brown eyes. “I just want you to play with me. Is that a lot to ask?”
“Well, well, I guess it’s fine. This doesn’t really count as, you know. I hope you’ll, well, have a good one.” Val relented.

Vera lay horizontal on the couch, her hands behind her back. With her inhibitions out of the way Val knelt beside the succubus and thought she’d start off the way she’d want another to start her off: with a tender kiss, but for now she just tugged the panty over her hand like a glove, then traced over Vera’s lips, and the other girl flashed an appreciative smile. Dragging it down her chin Val stroked over her neck eliciting mmms from Vera.

“That tingles.”
“I know.”
“Here’s a good spot.” Vera pointed to a spot on the left of her neck, and Val prodded it with her fingertips, slowly easing into full strokes. The sensuous sight of Vera craning her neck, and moaning through bit lip more than rewarded her effort.
“That’s lovely Val! But you’ll be going downstairs soon I hope.”
“Aye, of course.”

Val gripped the couch with her free hand as she traced a finger over the succubus clear cleavage, and then in circles over her breasts that spiraled in over her nipples. Val’s cheeks tingled again at the sound of Vera’s excited little noises as the feather teased her nubs. Val watched fascinated as the flat nipples swelled into deep red stubs. Her breasts were of average size but those nipples looked huge! As wide as her thumbnail and at least half an inch long. Pressing her finger firmly onto the bud she rubbed in steady circles to her noisy approval.

“Alright it’s time for the main course.” Vera sat up, her feet resting on both ends of the couch, her pussy bared right before Val’s gaping eyes. The redhead pressed her fist to her mouth, stilling herself, and then drawing circles around Vera’s pussy with her finger through the cloth, dabbed wet again. This close Val could see everything – the demon girl’s protruding clit peeking from its hood, her thick, puffy pussy lips, pink with the promise of pleasure

“Here, I’ll need this soon.” Vera seemed to pluck a dildo from the air, a thick ribbed dong, handing it to Val, who nodded. Teasing the clit from its hood Val taunted the pink bud relentlessly with slight wispy touches of the fabric, dabbed warm and wet. Vera responded positively, nodding and ‘yessing’. When she yelled for Val to ‘give it to me’ the redhead complied, easing the dildo deep in, then pumping with the firm, slow strokes she knew she’d love herself, varying the angle of attack.

Vera was rubbing and twisting her own nipples again, kneading her own soft breasts, crying her passion out loud for all her world – which was then just Val and Vera, two pretty girls, alone together, one pleasing the other. Val watched her new friend, watched her excited noises grow louder and her little squirms turn to slow thrashing about, and turned up the heat, thrusting the dildo faster, speeding Vera along the highway of pleasure, inevitably off the cliff of cumming, plummeting into the depths of sensation.

Vera shook and trembled in orgasm for a good minute or so, then slumped sleepily back on the welcoming soft couch, totally spent. Val had half-expected a torrent of cum splashing all over her, but maybe Vera just didn’t get that wet. Easing the dildo back out, the dong was gleaming wet and slick with cum, was were Vera’s labia as she lay still with heaving breasts, her crotch stained and warm, the heated scent of pussy wafting into a nose that’d been teased all the while by pussy smell.

“You liked my cum earlier. Why not some more? Go on girl. Lick. Enjoy. It’s fresher this time.” Vera grinned toothily.

It was too much for Val to resist. Slowly, carefully lapping up all of Vera’s cum fresh off the dong Val found her arousal swarming her senses all over again before she shoved the dildo through parted robes into her own waiting pussy, fingering her clit, drumming the throbbing bud, still kneeling, until she too creamed once more, this time all over the floor.

“I hope you’ve enjoyed this part of the tour. I don’t do the strip show for just anyone.” Vera spoke conversationally a while later
“Damn, yes, I’ve had a hell of a time. I really appreciate your show. It was very, how should I say, unique.”
“You’re very unique yourself. I’d love to see you around. I think I’ll leave the rest of the tour to next time.”
“Rest of the tour?” Val asked incredulously, “How big is this place?”
“Only as big as I’ve wanted it to be… which is quite big. I guess you’ll be leaving now. For your friend, what’s-her-name.”
“Kat. Oh my goodness. I must have left her for like hours.”
“Hmm, maybe just half an hour? If feels like time flies when you’re having fun, hmm.”
“Oh yes. I’ll see you sometime.”
“Can you not bring your friend next time?”
“Why not?”
“Why?” Val asked. In reply the succubus bit her lip, slowly releasing it into a pout, then extended her tongue, thinner and thicker than a human girl’s, licking her chin then curling it back up to lick around her lips, before drawing the sinfully long member back in, smacking her lips once, and flashing a feral grin.

“We’ll see about that next time. I want to tell you that, that I really enjoyed this. All this.” Val said and smiled wanly, the succubus’ facial display of desire leaving her heart thumping and mouth dry.
“Thank you. I enjoyed having you around too. Oh and before you go, I want to give you something.” Vera picked up the clothes she’d worn for the show and passed them to Val. “Something to remember me by.”
“I’ll keep them well. See you… and take care.” Val nodded, smiling.
“You too. I’ll be waiting.”
“Come, I’ll show you back to my guards. They’ll lead you back down.”

Leading Val back to her blue ogre guards, and waving goodbye, Vera snuggled herself into the plush white sheets of her bed, drowsy in the wake of her heavy exertion. Grinning, almost giggling to herself, her eyes finally shut tight as she fell asleep into a sound nap, dreaming of baby blue eyes.