A Goddess Cheated

A Goddess Cheated

Marek Chopin was in a very good mood.

He'd done it. He'd really done it. He'd gotten what he was after, looking down at the collection of scrolls in his bag, ancient writings, recipes for alchemical regents that would make him a very wealthy man. Among other things.

Such as the means to hide oneself from the eyes of the divine.

Like a certain serpentine goddess from whom he got these scrolls from.

The one who demanded his servitude. The one whom he had outsmarted.

It wasn't easy, he was sure of that. He had to use other skills of his, other knowledge he'd learned, to ensure she could not find him.

But he succeeded, and now he was far away, in a place she could not follow without him knowing.

Those scrolls saw to that.

A Goddess of Knowledge Vetiscia may have been, but not all knowing.

The man of forty years was pleased with himself. And all it took was enduring that divine wench's admittedly exotic and irresistible pleasure.

He wasn't going to forget the touch of her scales gliding across his skin any time soon, the tightness around him, slowly drawing out his breath as that impossibly wet mouth and tongue wrung him near dry, and that womanhood drained the rest...

But that pleasure would not ruin other women for him. He was confident in that. And it was not worth serving her for a year, not worth risking his life on her proposed errands.

Or rather, why assign worth to such things when you could just... have what you wanted?

He chuckled to himself, his cheeks flushing in his triumph.

And what better way to celebrate his triumph, than indulging in wine and women?

It was a place in the city of Mokern, a small but classy establishment, a brothel with all sorts of exotic girls. Including some beastfolk and a pair of elves as well.

They provided wine too, and Marek was certainly going to be generous with the coin; it wouldn't be a resource to conserve for much longer.

As such, the man walked through the black polished door of the stone building, creepers running up its whitewashed exterior.

The interior was mostly wood, though the floor was made of rough-cut, flat stones loosely meshed together in crude tiling, aesthetic in appearance. The wood used for the walls and the ceiling was a dark sort, varnished and polished to give it a rich sheen, while dim lanterns lit the interior.

A wooden desk with almost maroon hues met him, and behind that, the matron of the brothel.

"Welcome to the Dulcet Parlour~" she greeted, the older woman looking quite conservative in her dark blue dress and her salt-and-pepper hair tied in a neat bun. Her brown eyes were bright and professional, and her red gloss shined in the light. Her eyes then narrowed slightly, before recognition set in. "Oh, if it isn't Mister Chopin, how are you sir?"

He smiled warmly, his upbeat attitude obvious even to the Matron, though professionalism still mattered.

"I'm rather well, actually. Splendid, really. Eager to celebrate a fine achievement, with some fine wine, and finer women~"

The Matron chuckled, and nodded in understanding.

"In that case, I can find you a room, Sir, and send the girls in one at a time, and see who you like," she answered, clapping her hands together. "What sort of wine would you like, sir?"

"Hmm... give me a vintage white, whatever you might have on hand."

"Very well, if you'll follow me."

Marek nodded, and trailed after the dainty woman, moving through a narrow hallway with widely spaced doors. If he focused, he could faintly hear the sounds of moaning, grunting, and laughter through the thick walls and doors.

The Matron led Marek to a room at the end, unlocking the door with a key, and gesturing him to enter.

He nodded appreciatively, and looked upon the familiar sights of the room.

Though he hadn't been in this specific room before, it was very similar to the other rooms he'd been in over the years, sporting a single queen-sized bed with velvet maroon covers. Animal-hide rugs covered the stone floor, and a privacy screen was set up on the left side of the room, with a small basin for rinsing oneself before 'proceedings'.

The wooden walls were decorated with small hanging planters filled with tiny vines, evocative of the creepers clinging to the building's facade, but far more manageable. To the right, was a small set of wicker chairs with cushions and padding on the seat and the interior sides to provide comfort wicker usually does not.

Small brass fixtures held numerous candles, providing a dull, moody lighting, and giving off a flowery aroma, lavender especially.

The bed was flanked by small dressers, each with only a single drawer, and probably not much in them either.

Other than that, there was a clothes rack beside the privacy screen, and there were naturally no windows.

It was a simple environment, but it was just perfect for anybody looking for a nice, discrete, and raunchy time. About the only thing that really stood out were the metal rings bolted to the legs of the bed, for anyone that wanted something more... depraved.

Not Marek, he had his fill of bondage. He was rather keen to take the leading role with whatever girl he picked.

The girls here were always nice, even if they weren't always the same. The Dulcet Parlour prided itself on being a respectable establishment.

He sat down on the bed, taking off his grey travelling coat, letting his beige shirt breathe. That's when he saw the mirror on the back of the door.

He was reflected back at him, the man of forty years. Average height, average build, his hair cut short and almost scratchy, only slightly longer than the stubble around his lower jaw.

The cut on his left cheek was still there, mostly healed now. A souvenir from his journey to search for the goddess.

He hadn't realised it, but despite how animated he felt - and he could see that he was upbeat - the journey had clearly worn on him a little, subtle bags below his eyes, his complexion a little bit paler than the normally sun-kissed tone.

Still, he looked jubilant and healthy, his rounded head not a picture of masculinity, but that was a matter of age softening his features just slightly. 'Prince Charming' he wasn't but nor was he remotely ugly.

Good enough for a goddess at least. And he was sure to make up for his looks with enthusiasm for whichever girl he picked.

It wasn't enough to simply have her bounce on him until he was satisfied, he wanted to hear her moan, Marek chuckling quietly to himself.

He had a shameless perverted streak, and he wasn't sorry for it.

He kicked off his brown leather boots, and rubbed down his tough, long-legged pants, suited to travelling, but perhaps a bit stiff for this sort of environment.

He checked his ears, noting they seemed a little red. He mustn't have worn his hood as much as he should've. Oh well, they weren't hurting, so they weren't his problem.

His precious bag, he placed under the bed, out of sight, with the scrolls he worked so hard for safely tucked inside.

Not like the women here would know their value. And even if they had an inkling, they'd never be able to steal them without him knowing, save for a very convoluted and unlikely scheme.

He was willing to take his chances. After all, he fooled a goddess.

There was a knock at the door, and the matron came in with a small wooden tray, upon which perched a bottle of white wine, a simple, clean glass sitting next to it.

She placed it on the table near the chairs, and bowed politely.

"Your wine, sir."

Marek nodded appreciatively, rising from the bed and moving over to the table.

"Many thanks, Madam."

The Matron smiled.

"I will send the available girls for you now, sir." With that, she politely left the room.

Marek poured himself a glass of wine, and sipped it.

It was still a little cool. Not chilled, but good enough for Marek, and its taste was still crisp.

He sipped some more while waiting for the first girl to enter.

There was another knock at the door.

"Come," Marek called, taking another sip.

He almost spat it out when he laid eyes on the woman who entered.

Clad in a simple white silk dress that seemed more wrapped around her than not, it nonetheless accentuated the dark, curvy beauty that had just walked through the door, closing it behind her.

That dress exposed her thighs and her cleavage, and seemed almost transparent, revealing black underwear beneath.

Her skin was a rich chocolate hue, with curves to die for, curves Marek was sure he could sink fingers deep into.

And there were no deficient areas in her voluptuousness, her bust and rump perfectly proportioned, along with her thighs and everything else.

Plump, but not too much. And silky smooth.

Her face was pure beauty, a bit more slender than her body, sporting plush lips with a black gloss that shined in the candlelight of the room, not unlike the curls of her dark, springy hair, golden highlights flanking her face.

Perhaps the most unusual part of her bewitching beauty were her violet eyes, bright and glittering.

Not unheard of, but rather rare to see such unusual eye colours.

She smiled warmly, and did a small curtsy in greeting.

"Hello, sir~ My name is Vanessa~" she introduced, her voice soft, slightly bubbly, and sensually rich.

Her breasts jiggled ever so subtly from her little bow.

Marek was almost lost for words, staring at this beautiful, dark skinned wonder, before he finished his sip and shook his head.

"Vanessa, huh?" he remarked, drinking in her details with almost obsessive focus. "Are you new at this establishment?"

"A week, sir~ You're rather lucky, actually, I've already proven to be quite popular~"

Marek could see why. He had to keep himself from licking his lips.

"Tell me, Vanessa. What are your skills?"

She gave him a sly look that tugged at his heart and his loins.

"I'm rather talented, actually~ There's not much I won't do, if that's what you're looking for~" she revealed with a sultry tone, giggling seductively.

"Oh~? Not much at all~?" Marek ventured, swirling his wine about in his glass.

"Only the usual things. The more 'unmentionable' things, the very unclean, or the violent, I'm sure you know. That being said, I can take a bit of roughness~"

She blew him a kiss. This saucy minx, she was practically taunting him.

He was rather liking her.

"Is that so~? And you think your stamina is up to it~?" he inquired.

"Oh, I can go all night if you have the coin~ So I trust I can keep up~"

He could feel his pants starting to get tight, and the teasing giggles she released weren't helping.

His wicked smirk was widening.

"Tell the Matron, I've already made my choice~"

"Of course, sir~"

Vanessa curtsied, and left the room, deliberately swaying her hips on the way out.

Talk about luck. A woman this good looking was rare, but that's why he considered this place one of the hidden gems of the world.

Vanessa returned moments later, closing the door behind her, and looking upon Marek with a knowing expression.

Her eyes glanced downwards, and she could see his arousal.

"I'm pleased I'm to your liking, sir~"

"Oh, you're a lot more than 'to my liking'~" he quipped, beckoning Vanessa to approach. Though he stopped her when she was halfway, gesturing for her to turn around slowly. "I want to get a good look at you~"

Vanessa smiled, and did as asked, seductively spinning in place, twisting her hips with surprising dexterity despite her curvaceous body.

She was deft on her feet, and her hands played across her form with seductive grace. She was only young, but she knew how to flaunt it.

Dare he say, she perhaps even enjoyed this more than most.

After her little display, she leaned forward, giving him a good look down her inviting but abyssal cleavage.

"Am I everything you wanted~?" she inquired sensually.

"My eyes have been fed, certainly~ But I think my hands need a taste, my dear~"

Vanessa giggled, and approached until Marek was able to reach out and cup her breasts.

They were hefty, as expected, each almost as large as his head. And when he started squeezing, he felt how squishy they were as well, the smooth, fatty globes yielding beneath his fingers, so soft and jiggly. There was a pliant core in them though, something providing a modest amount of resistance to his squeezing.

He sighed luxuriously, groping Vanessa's chest eagerly, getting entirely too addicted to the sensation of her body already. But there was so much more to her than her chest, his hands eventually leaving her bust and gliding down her silken dress to cup her glutes, squeezing the cheeks with as much possessiveness as her breasts.

They were a little firmer than her breasts, but she remained a perfect image of voluptuous softness.

Vanessa giggled and crooned playfully and temptingly, moving her own hands to rub his waist.

One of her hands drifted low, and he felt her fondle his erection through his pants, middle finger making curling strokes at the tent.

He laughed deviously, all too hungry for this woman now. There was so much she had to offer, and so much he wanted to indulge.

Marek squeezed her glutes together and splayed them apart in massaging gyrations, circular and firm.

More giggles left her, and she pushed against him, that bust squashing against his chest as she rubbed her body in sensual manner, continuing to fondle his erection and caress his frame through his clothes.

Marek murmured in appreciation, and couldn't contain himself, bringing a hand to her cheek and drawing in for a kiss.

She accepted, eagerly, slipping her tongue into his mouth to tango with his own, the salacious dance of their muscles hidden by the luscious meshing of their lips, a gentle wet smacking reaching both their ears as they continued to explore each other.

Marek found a gap in her gown, and slipped a hand beneath it, gliding across her silky skin, beneath the cloth underwear around her hips, really feeling the warm softness of her rump.

He started kneading again, the hand that cupped her cheek moving down to grope her breasts again, fondling them with eager vigour.

It too slipped beneath Vanessa's dress and bra, cupping one of her breasts and rolling a thumb across the bud, depressing it gently or giving it careful gyrations.

Sometimes he softly pinched the nub between his fingers, still kneading that fatty, pillowy mound with all the desire he had in him.

He slipped a hand from her rump to her thighs, squeezing and bunching up her dress as he took a careful handful of her meaty upper legs, soft in their own way.

Just holding Vanessa close was getting Marek worked up something fierce.

That damned serpent might've had scales that drove him to ecstasy in an unyielding, encompassing grasp, but Vanessa's body was heavenly in an entirely different way... he wanted to be the one wrapped around her.

The tension in his pants was getting stronger, almost intolerable; his cock had to escape its confines.

With some reluctance, he broke the kiss and stepped back, but only to start stripping off his shirt.

However, before he went further, an idea struck him, and he smirked.

"Come, I want to see how you dance~" he remarked, sitting back onto the bed, shirtless, and beckoning Vanessa, patting his crotch.

The message was received, and the devious prostitute giggled, turning her back to Marek so she could park her soft, devilish rear upon his lap.

There, she started gyrating, grinding her hips upon his lap, those smooth glutes rolling with the silk of her dress over his pants, and across that bulge, while the delightful weight of her body made it all sink in thoroughly and deliciously.

He reached around to play with her breasts, completely unable to help himself, far too enamoured with her body to ignore them. He teased her nipples through her gown, it and her bra doing little to conceal the touch of her buds.

She murmured and crooned seductively, giggling teasingly and issuing playful noises, tempting and enabling his lecherous exploration.

He sighed lustfully, the heat in him quickly building to a raging inferno, but nothing was going to stop him enjoying this woman for as long as humanly possible. If anything, the fire would drive him to more than one round.

And if he could cum more than once in the coils of a giant snake, then Vanessa would be more than enough to drive him wild.

But he was in charge here, and that was all the difference.

He licked his lips, and peppered the back of her neck with reverent kisses; in charge though he may be, he was going to worship her body all the same.

He groped her belly, the gentle rolls of fat so smooth and so pliant beneath his hands, her softness a true temptation.

Around and round her ass went against his crotch, massaging it with her tender, juicy rump, pressing down against his contours and stroking his cock even through his pants.

Marek 'retaliated' by bouncing her tits up and down in his hands, all but juggling them and relishing how they jiggled in his hands.

"So damn soft...~" he crooned with shameless arousal, laughing after as he mouthed over the back of her neck, earning pleased murmurs from the girl.

If it was just the act of a brothel girl, she was a damn good actor.

"Perhaps you'd like to feel them more closely~?" she suggested, and before Marek could answer, she was rotating around on the spot, kneeling on the bed and straddling his waist.

She continued her flexible dance, only now she slid her hands up his back until they came to his head, gently pushing on his skull from behind, beckoning him to sink into that abyssal cleavage.

He needed terribly little encouragement, wrapping her arms around her body and plunging his head into her breasts, feeling them wrap around him in a truly wonderful way.

Their warm flesh enveloped him, and the dark skin all around him was soon subject to his lecherous barrage of kisses, even curling his tongue firmly and slowly against her sternum, and the inner sides of her breasts.

Even her skin seemed to possess a delightful taste, tempting Marek to indulge even further. He shook his head between her cleavage, feeling how her breasts jiggled against him.

It took some concentration to pull his face free from her cleavage, a devilish trap in their own right.

She caressed his cheek, never once letting up her lap dance, Marek feeling traces of precum leaking from his tip, cock so utterly desperate for freedom now.

"Well, I definitely know you like my breasts now~" she teased with a giggle.

He fixed her with a lecherous smile.

"They're fabulous, darling~"

"Then please, enjoy them~" she purred, leaning back and bringing her hands to her gown, tugging it off her shoulders and letting it drop down to her waist, exposing her bra.

Which came next, peeled off and discarded with a sensual show, the woman lifting them up to the side, and dropping them in full view, her other arm wrapped around her breasts to conceal them for a little bit longer, compressing them together.

So they fell away with a hypnotic jiggle when she moved her arm clear, those dark nipples, firm and erect, beckoning to Marek.

He brought his hands to those spongy globes, thumbs rolling once more over her nipples and broad areolae, tracing those ebony discs with mesmerised motions, his expression almost-trance like from watching those globes bounce free.

He pulled himself out of his reverie, and groaned as he reached a tipping point.

"I need more than this... you've got a naughty mouth, so let's see how good you put it to other uses~"

He gestured for her to get off him, and get on her knees.

Again, she quickly knew what he was asking for, and as she slipped to the floor, she brought her fingertips to his pants, and slowly peeled them down his legs, underwear and all.

His swollen glans appeared first, and she slowed down to make the reveal as long and spectacular as possible.

It was uncomfortable, just a little, to feel his cock trying to spring free, but Marek let Vanessa make a show of it.

Especially since there was so much of it; the man had over eight inches to work with, and proportionately on the thicker side.

Not the greatest monster, but a challenge for some girls.

Vanessa, however, eyed it with awe and delight, when it finally bounced free and stood tall and proud, a glossy sheen coating its glans from his precum.

"My, you're big~" she crooned, her hand immediately moving to caress his shaft with a fleeting grace, like the tickle of a warm summer breeze.

Hefty balls hung below his member, stubble on it and around his root from where he had shaved in anticipation for this little celebration.

The woman gently curled her fingers around his tip, and fully peeled back his foreskin, exposing his helm entirely, her thumb sliding up to rub a circle against the spot on his tip's front just above the corona.

A fresh dollop of precum oozed from his tip, ever so ready to give this woman his seed, if he was ever in a position to do that.

No, he would not have that pleasure, as tempting as it was. No, he had no desire to give her a fat belly. He was hardly father material, and pervert he may be, he wasn't about to shackle any woman with an unwanted child either.

But there were other ways, and that didn't mean he couldn't give her pussy a good pounding in due time.

First, he was going to enjoy her other offerings, groaning as he felt her tongue curl across the back of his helm, rolling over his tip and drawing up that droplet of precum with lecherous hunger.

Vanessa circled her thumb against his frenulum, a sensitive spot that made his cock throb, her tongue adding to the stimulation by tracing along the curvature of his helm.

She gently pumped his length in one hand, delicate twisting motions using a feathery pressure to make her strokes feel like sensual caresses.

Her other hand tenderly massaged his balls, ever so carefully squeezing the orbs in her palm, and stroking the sack with salacious care.

Her tongue was all he felt from her mouth for now, but it was enough, the way it so luridly flowed over his helm, and down his shaft. Like liquid, wet warmth, it caressed his rod and painted it with her saliva, glistening trails fading in the moody candlelight of the room.

Her hands made way for her tongue, to slide all the way down to his root... and to his balls, the prostitute polishing them with a fervour few in her profession cared to match, but Vanessa seemed to take pride in it.

One lick, two licks, three licks, more, she softly juggled his orbs with her muscle, until she finally deigned to grace his dick with the plush touch of her lips, wrapping tight but softly around one of his balls, and then the other, and then both.

Her lips tugged against his jewels, Vanessa daintily sucking upon his scrotum like they were a delicacy, a treat to be savoured.

Still, she took more into her mouth, until her lips were clasped around his root... and her retreat was particularly delicious, firmly pulling free of his sack, lips sliding against the skin with a stubbornness, not wanting to release his precious orbs.

The gentle pop that followed was music to Marek's ears.

After that, her lips repeatedly graced his mast in between rolling licks and teasing dabs with her tongue, alongside soft sucking kisses that made his face relax every time.

The quiet smooches were delightful, almost as delightful as the sensation itself, her hands remaining as delicate as before, though now they were assisted by the slickness of her applied saliva.

And before long, Vanessa had her lips wrapped around his helm, releasing a truly erotic murmur of satisfaction, rolling her lips about upon his glans and lapping his tip with that wicked, dangerous tongue.

Her eyes met his, so full of lust and desire, Marek wondered if she did this purely to get paid for doing the thing she loved.

Well, if you're good at it... and damn, did she seem good at it.

Her tongue darted out past her lips against his mast, slowly taking more of his girthy cock into her mouth, her efforts intensifying gradually.

She often retreated to his helm to give it some rubbing sucks with her lips, almost slipping free and sometimes doing so to trail down his rod to pepper it with kisses until she was again at his balls with suckling and licking and kissing.

But every time she returned, she was a little further down his rod, until he felt his head gliding over the back of her tongue and into her throat.

She started to twist her head, lips spiralling around his dick with a wicked seal. She sucked her cheeks in so the soft inner lining grazed along his rod, her tongue ever undulating side to side against his underside, while her throat was ready to hug his glans, a practised swallowing motion gently clenching his tip with her gullet whenever her lips met his rod.

She didn't even gag, not even with his hog of a penis, a bulge just visible in her throat from his perspective.

Her hand had pressed flush to his crotch, nothing more than her thumb and index finger curled around his root whenever she did bottom his mast, but it deftly slid up with a full sensual grip whenever she returned to his mast. Her fist twisted opposite of her head, always beneath her lips, a two-pronged assault on his dick, supported by her hand upon his balls, quickly building pressure in his loins.

She started to speed up, quiet slurps reaching his ear, Vanessa sucking possessively upon his rod.

This was obscene, and an impressive display of her skill. Yeah, he didn't even need to gauge her other qualities to see why she was so popular. Even if her other methods were awful, her head alone was wonderful.

But he had a feeling this was just the beginning of her talent.

Those moments where she paused, to focus on his tip with relentless suction, or leech-like gulping at his root, tongue slipping out to lap at his balls, demonstrated that quite nicely.

He was going to cum, and soon, his moans taking on a strained edge, a warning of his impending release.

"Damn, woman," he breathed out. "I'm close already... fuck!"

He could feel that pressure about to burst, the dam cracking, precum the prelude to the coming surge.

She didn't stop, she picked up speed. Eager to demolish the dam.

The ecstasy exploded forth, and it was all Marek could do to stop his hips rudely bucking into Vanessa's face as he came, his body twitching powerfully from her impressive head.

It may not have been the same as that devilish fellatio Vetiscia provided - that tongue of hers was a terrible creature of lust - but clearly skill more than made up for human limitations.

And Vanessa was a master, gulping down his release with her lips clasped around his root, the motions of her throat muscles stroking his helm delightfully before she retreated to his tip and coaxed the last of his orgasm out of his member with curling strokes of her tongue, making sure to get a good taste of his salty gift.

After many counts of seconds, his orgasm finally subsided, the final throbs of his erection pushing the dregs of ejaculate onto Vanessa's tongue... and a sucking swallow saw the residue that clung to both his glans and her tongue vanish inside her, lips sliding off his tip with a painfully slow pace and tightness, until an open mouth was there for Marek to observe, devoid of his essence.

Vanessa's lips twisted into a wicked grin; the woman was delighting in this. She wanted to put on a show, and what a show it was.

"Have mercy, Vanessa," Marek exclaimed with delight. "You're one talented girl."

"I aim to please, Marek~" she answered with a lick of her lips. She caressed his thighs, glancing at his erection, and then into his eyes.

"Don't worry, I've got more for you, my sweet~ But give me a moment first~"

She nodded seductively, and watched as Marek rose to his feet, wandering over to the table to grab his wine, taking a good swig of it, and then brought the glass over for Vanessa to 'wash her mouth out'.

She sipped with the allure present in all her actions, and handed the glass back to Marek, who returned it to the table.

When he returned to her, he wasted no time in embracing her, fingers sinking into her squishy rump, cock sliding between her plump thighs to keep himself nice and hard, rocking his hips slowly so he could really enjoy her soft body.

Vanessa returned the favour, grinding against him with dance like motions, her voluptuous frame doing nothing to diminish her flexibility.

He kneaded her rump, but let one hand slide up her back, trailing along her spine until he was holding onto her shoulders, using that leverage to shift her body, giving him access to those luxurious breasts just prior squashing wonderfully against his chest.

The magnificent globes could swallow his palms, but it was her nipples that found themselves swallowed by him, his mouth clasping around either in turn and sucking much of that pliant flesh capping her tits past his sealing lips.

His tongue tasted her delectable nipples and areolae, tracing the dark circles and stirring up those buds, swapping between her breasts in turn.

He felt her hands crawl up his back, feeling him up, his own thin layer of middle-aged fat yielding beneath her massaging fingers, before her hands split, one moving down to cup his rump and give it a delightful fondle, the other gliding upwards and shifting around against his shoulders, head, and neck, never staying still.

The two were constantly shifting against one another, constantly grinding, and before long, Marek's lips were working their way up Vanessa's body, lingering upon her collar and her neck, earning some happy gasps from the brothel girl.

He covered her throat in kisses, smelling that sweet perfume that clung to her, feeling his cock throb between those enveloping thighs, so smooth he didn't need lubrication for a slow pace, a gentle stimulation to keep himself hard... but lubrication he got, from her sopping pussy.

If nothing else, that was proof she was enjoying this, women didn't get that wet if they didn't.

In fact, after such masterful head, he was feeling the need to return the favour, devilish ideas forming in his head.

But first, his mouth would find hers, a peppering trail working over her jawline until his lips meshed to those plush oral folds she possessed.

Their second kiss was as salacious as the first, though the seal of their lips was infrequent this time, constantly breaking as their tongues curled together.

She tasted so sweet, it was delightful, her saliva gracing his taste buds whenever their tongues danced, the wet smacking musical and enticing.

His hands continued to roam, and he slid fingers over her belly until they found her pussy, slipping between his cock and her vulva and rubbing the plump folds back and forth, digits slotting between her labia and grazing along her clitoris.

She giggled in pleasure, and reached around to tease his bellend with her hand, grinding it against those soft lower arches of her ass.

Their grips and grasps constantly shifted, never exploring one area for too long, though frequently returning to a few in particular.

Vanessa's ass and breasts were a focus for Marek, the man all but addicted to their plush, velvet softness.

But in time, he grew antsy, wanting to do something else... and he knew just what.

He broke the kiss, caressing her cheek and brushing down her lips with a thumb. He grinned... and dropped down, trailing tender kisses along her curvy body until he was facing her crotch.

That delicious looking vulva was beckoning to him, glistening with her arousal. Her clit was visible, peeking out from its hood, tempting him to taste it.

His hands drifted to her thighs, sliding over their outer edges, and then around to their inner sides from behind, before retreating to converge on Vanessa's mound from the front.

Fingers teased and pulled against her labia, exposing that exquisitely pink meat between the ebony folds, a delicious contrast that made her all the more appealing.

Truly, 'exotic' was her word.

He licked his lips... and then her clit, earning a giggling shiver from Vanessa, his fingers tracing along her soft flesh, grazing along her entrance.

It was not the first time he'd been with a woman. Not by far. He knew how to please them. He certainly indulged his own desires, but being able to pleasure another woman made him giddy, and books on the subject were not quite as difficult to get as what he took from Vetiscia.

The pads of his fingertips traced that hole, two digits gently spreading her pussy open a little, before sliding inside with a languid pace, but they didn't stop until the rest of his hand kept them going further.

He carefully curled his fingers, stretching her walls and tugging on her folds, until he was ready to start pumping those digits back and forth.

As he did so, he doubled his efforts on her clitoris, lapping at the sensitive bud, occasionally sucking it between his lips, along with the tender flesh around it, hood and the tips of her labia and all, never relenting in his tonguing of her button.

Soft moans encouraged him, accompanying praising words.

"Oh... that's good, Marek... more..." she pleaded, and Marek was all too eager to oblige.

He slipped his fingers from her pussy, not hesitating to plunge them between his lips to taste her sopping arousal, and took the opportunity to glide his tongue along her slit, up one way and down the other, tracing her labia, inner and outer, and leaving no area untouched.

Occasionally, he kissed her inner thighs, tender and delightful, and the juncture between thighs and torso proved the most delightful nest to place his face in as he lapped at her slit.

He needed better access though, so he carefully and wordlessly turned Vanessa around, and guided her down onto the bed, draping her legs over his shoulders.

Feeling those thighs cradle his head, a soft pillowy embrace, was a prize in of itself, but he returned his attention to her box, curling his tongue up between her folds, drilling at her entrance, and swamping her clit, earning more moans from Vanessa's lips.

The prostitute moaned softly, musically, and let a hand fall to his head, resting upon it gently.

A quick glance and Marek saw her other hand groping her own breasts.

A good sign to be sure, and he started working over her pussy in earnest, alternating between curling licks up and down her gash and clit, sucking on that bud, plunging his tongue into her depths and sucking on her mound itself, or using his fingers to please her.

He had no idea where her trigger spot was, so he made sure not to neglect her clitoris, that bud ever sensitive and making her twitch.

As the moments ticked by, he grew more voracious, more energetic, until he was practically devouring her pussy, lashing her bud with his tongue and fingering her depths with rapid plunging motions, the sloppy noise that produced mixing with her delighted murmurs.

She twitched and tightened the grip on his head. An indicator she was close.

Admittedly, he couldn't believe himself as equally skilled as she was. That was a rare talent, but to be succeeding was delight in itself.

He thrust his fingers faster, and lashed her clit with more gusto, until he delivered the finishing blow, sucking hard on her clit and feeling her suddenly clench around his digits. Her thighs clamped around his head, and her hand gripped his head firmly.

Muscles spasmed, her body shuddered, and she loosed a whorish moan, rolling her head back and releasing a small surge of fluids from her passage, soaking his fingers.

He kept his efforts up until his wrist and tongue started to get tired, and relented. Vanessa calmed down, and once her shivering was over, her body heaved gently, releasing his head and letting Marek pull back.

He licked his lips, savouring his success.

"I think that was to your liking~" he quipped, wiping down his mouth.

Vanessa fixed him with a lascivious smirk.

"It's always nice to have a gentleman who returns the favour~" she replied.

"Well, I always strive to be a gentleman... but I think I'm ready to continue~"

He stood up, trailing possessive hands across Vanessa's body, gently pinching her nipples and sliding his grip beneath her shoulders, pulling her off the bed with some gentle guidance.

Now she was crouched and he was standing, putting him in the perfect position to slot his penis between her generously endowed breasts.

She glanced down, then up, and pinned her lower lip seductively, hands going to her chest and squeezing her globes around his mast.

The pressure exerted was gentle at first, given what lubrication he had from her pussy was already starting to dry.

All the same, feeling that spongy, jiggly flesh wrap and flow around his mast proved more delightful than he could've hoped, ebony meat grazing against the underside of his mass and caressing his glans with a silky touch.

Though she possessed pliant cores, most of her breasts were soft, malleable fat and tissue, and that was its own delight. Still springy enough to exert a soft pressure without squeezing too hard. And even with his not-insubstantial member, her bust still effortlessly enveloped it. It was wonderful.

She unfurled her tongue, and let saliva pour down into her cleavage, trickling across his helm teasingly, quickly lathered into his meat and her skin thanks to her breasts.

It helped slick things up... and fresh dollops of precum added to that.

It was just enough lubrication for her to move faster, stroke faster, squeeze a little harder, but not so much he couldn't enjoy the sensation of her flesh rippling against his rod. One of the benefits of having such soft breasts.

"Gods, your tits are divine~" Marek praised, raking fingers through her springy hair. Even her curls felt silky and delightful.

"They say I'm blessed~ It must be true~" she answered with a playful giggle, drooling more into her cleavage to slick things further.

He sighed and reflexively rocked his hips, stroking his cock back and forth even as she pumped his length.

And true to her masterful talent, she changed approach, starting to 'milk' his cock with circular motions, squeezing tight at his root and stroking upwards firmly, then letting her bust glide down with a light touch, back to his base to repeat the process.

It earned some eager throbs and fresh precum, drooling from his tip and lathered into her bust by a momentary swamping of his helm to get his leakage smeared into her skin.

A giggle left her, tittering, melodic, teasing. He'd have to make visiting Vanessa a routine once he got rich.

Another circular method, this time stroking his cock by rubbing the sides, letting her malleable flesh spill over the front and back of his rod. It pushed her sternum against his mast on occasion, though even the hard parts of her body were tempered by a layer of softness, and velvety skin that encouraged his hands to roam, one caressing her shoulder and gliding along her upper arm, though he made no effort to impede her. He just wanted to feel her.

She grinned deviously, and started slapping his cock with her breasts, clapping them together and making them jiggle, or rocking side to side to make his member tilt like a metronome.

She even let go of her bust to shake her chest, letting her globes swing freely, smacking his cock side to side with soft, meaty claps. Lurid giggles left her, and she pinned her lower lip in playful seduction.

While it wasn't especially stimulating, it was fun, and Marek enjoyed the show presented, but his desires urged him on.

He wanted to really feel her bust. And so, he rose from the bed, bending his knees slightly to give him the leverage he needed, hands dropping to grasp her breasts and give them a good squeeze.

He kneaded them, massaged them with circular motions, rolling his thumbs over her nipples, those glorious tits getting him worked up.

Then, he crushed his mast between those globes, again feeling how their soft flesh moulded to his throbbing contours, enveloping his dick so thoroughly, he could not see it in her cleavage.

Thus, he began rocking his hips, slowly at first, Vanessa taking the opportunity to drool into her cleavage and offer more lubrication... Marek's own fresh precum supplying some more.

He groaned softly, starting to rock faster, and further, his helm now starting to peak out through the top of her cleavage, a swollen dome of pink amidst a valley of ebony, appearing and disappearing.

The sensation of her slick, silky skin rolling and grinding against his glans was a true delight, his head briefly rocking backward, a new pressure building in his loins, throbbing member a warning of coming bliss.

"Fuck, your tits are too good," he proclaimed, and the devious woman giggled teasingly.

"Many a man have already succumbed to my breasts, will you fall prey too~?" she quipped with a follow-up lick of her lips.

"Consider me dead meat," he retorted, thrusting faster and hearing and feeling his hips collide with the base of her chest.

Her bosom jiggled vigorously, ripples of spongy flesh proving to be a hypnotic show for Marek.

Vanessa craned her head downward, and unfurled her tongue, both to drool some more into her cleavage, and to prepare for his climax, the naughty girl clearly having a taste for semen.

It'd be ungentlemanly of him to deny her, Marek thrusting faster into those perfect tits and losing himself to their exquisite texture... until he groaned and came, thrusting for a few moments more, head disappearing and reappearing several times over as he spilled his seed, smearing the inner surfaces of her bust before pushing his hips firm against her chest and spattering Vanessa's face and tongue with the last few ropes of his ejaculation, the final dribbles pouring onto her sternum with an ending salvo of dying throbs.

With that done, he slowly pulled back, reluctantly, enamoured with those breasts, and unwilling to let go so easily. But let go he did, watching as her globes fell aside and reveal the utter mess he'd made of her cleavage, white strands and gooey stains stretching between her globes and across her skin.

Vanessa grasped her chest, kneading each mound and rubbing them together salaciously, swallowing what landed on her tongue with a savouring moan, before drawing a hand up between her breasts and gathering up some of his discharge on her fingertips, and bring them to her lips.

First her tongue licked most of it off, then a dip between her oral petals, slowly and salaciously, saw her digits cleaned completely, Vanessa licking her lips after in seductive display.

"You're quite productive, Marek~"

"I can pay extra for the mess~" he responded somewhat breathlessly, looking down at her cleavage and her erotic show.

She chuckled, and made for one of the bedside tables, producing a clean cloth from within and wiping herself down, tossing the cloth into a wash basin at the side of the room.

She was smooth and clean again, just ripe to bury Marek's face in that cleavage of hers.

He'd need another opportunity to rest up before he could go again... but he was definitely confident he could, moving up to her and gently grabbing one of her breasts in one hand, and her ass in the other, fondling both.

He leaned in close to her chest, and the breast in his grasp found its nipple trapped between his lips, his tongue roiling around the bud with hungry desire, as if she could produce anything for him to drink... and he would have consumed any if she did, without question.

Vanessa was not idle in this groping embrace, her hands again wandering, finding his back and raking her nails gingerly along his skin, the other hand wrapping around his cock and stroking it delicately, keeping him nice and hard for their continued games.

Marek eventually swapped to her other breast, flicking his tongue wildly against her nub before latching onto it, murmuring softly at how good she seemed taste.

He couldn't keep himself rubbing against her, feeling her skin against his, her soft tissue compressing to his body.

She was as addictive as any opiate.

In time, his mouth released her breasts, but his oral worship was not over, crouching down to trail his mouth across her body, moving in a spiral until he was by her side, peppering smooches all over her exquisite curves, against her waist, her hips, and down upon her cheeks, even mouthing over them to suck some of that delicious ass flesh between his jaws, moaning over how it filled his mouth.

He pushed them together, and squeezed them apart, exposing her pucker, as glossy clean as the rest of her, though his attention remained on her cheeks.

It didn't stop him forcing his face into her ass, rubbing against her glorious rear.

And in typical fashion, Vanessa met his lechery with obscenity of her own, pushing against his face and grinding against it with wicked, erotic hip motions, flexible and delightful.

Marek moaned some more, kissing and tonguing her glutes before he pried himself out of her ass, a devilish trap like no other; they were firmer than her breasts, and squeezed more tightly, trying to smother him.

He would've happily let her sit on his face and toy with him, but he was hungry for more, rising up her body once again, still trailing wet kisses along his skin until he was upon her neck, lingering there for several long, savouring moments, before finally landing on her lips, their kiss enduring and wicked. Their hands wandered everywhere, invasive, devious, energetic, kneading what soft flesh they could find, a tangled embrace as they worked themselves up.

Marek then pushed back with a gasp, and fixed Vanessa with a lusty stare, and slowly worked his way around until he was behind her, again kneading her ass. But he didn't linger, breaking off to the bedside tables and checking in them for what he needed.

"Aha," he murmured, producing a small, rolled up 'sheath' made of boiled, waxed pig intestine, a piece of string accompanying it. Complementary of the establishment.

He slipped it over his member, making sure it was pulled tight and flush with his skin, before tying the string snugly, but not uncomfortably, around the base of the sheath and thus his girth.

While he certainly would've liked to have felt her raw, such things were necessary, and his desire and her perfect body would more than make up for it, approaching her from behind and sliding his cock between her thighs.

His hands kneaded her squishy belly, and slowly drifted up her sides until her breasts were once more squeezed in his fingers.

Vanessa pushed back into his body, grinding against him as extra temptation, licking her lips, rump squashing into his groin, thighs clenching around his member.

Even sheathed, he could feel the heat radiating from her pussy... which was busy leaking across his shaft, slotted between her labia.

He rocked back and forth, moaning softly as he peppered the back of her neck with kisses, before craning around to steal a kiss, Vanessa holding onto his face for support, tongues mingling together.

Eventually, he slipped his hips backwards once he was worked up enough, and confident she'd thoroughly slicked his manhood.

Now, he pulled backwards, tilting his hips and reaching down to grab his shaft, Vanessa doing the same, both aligning his rod with her entrance... and after some teasing probing, he pushed... and his sheathed glans slid inside of her hot, wet walls.

She was gloriously snug, tight and clenching, but yielding enough it was an easy insertion.

Her muscles flexed along his length, and he felt she exerted the perfect amount of pressure around his cock.

A sigh left both of them, Marek kneading her chest that little bit more tightly, relishing the way his fingers sank into her flesh, running his tongue along her cheek from behind.

After soaking inside her pussy from behind, squashing down her rump, for a little bit, he rocked his hips back... and thrust forward with some force, enough to make her rump jiggle. But not quite enough to sound out a clap.

He took things relatively slow at first, forceful enough to make her softer parts ripple, but gentle enough no one was getting any closer to release.

Marek worked up to that gradually, though his lust was raging at this stage, soft pants of exertion leaving him every time he sank his dick to the very depths of Vanessa's pussy.

"Oooh, Marek... you fill me just right~" she purred. Perhaps exaggeration, he felt she had more capacity despite her tightness and his size.

A real abyss, this woman, able to swallow anything, to suck them to nothing.

He was eager to take the risk, and bit by bit increased his speed, until soft, wet clapping reached his ears, her rump jiggling with each impact, along with her thighs and parts of her belly.

And her breasts, whenever they were not captive in his hands, kneaded possessively.

Her lips were also stolen, Marek craning around and Vanessa twisting a little so they could mesh their lips together as best they could, and dance their tongues together in promiscuous delight.

He really wished he didn't have to wear that sheath, it dulled the sensations, even though he could feel her contours grinding against his manhood.

Not as vividly as it would without the sheath, but it served a necessary purpose.

And all the same, the tight confines of her luxuriously warm depths were proving all too tantalising as it was. He wanted so much more, and started thrusting more vigorously, eager to fill that sheath with another load.

He was bent over her, and she was leaning forward to accommodate, his hips thrusting madly now and jolting her body with his lecherous vigour, her moans sweet and shrill.

He could feel spasms ripple along his mast, her muscles clenching erratically, a good sign of what was to come.

It was damned encouraging, to feel her on the cusp of ecstasy. Damned pleasing.

Not a lot of brothel girls got off to their clients, but he was certain Vanessa was about to, the way she squeezed around him.

And in between kisses, her hands on his as he groped her chest, she huffed out her warning.

"I'm... close... don't stop, Marek... keep going~!"

He did, like a true gentleman, chuckling like a true lech, curling his tongue along her neck and indulging in the loud, room-filling claps of his hips slamming into her ass.

He was on the edge too, ready to burst, his balls all but bouncing in their sack, small contractions a prelude to what was to come.

And right on schedule, they both hit their peaks, Vanessa crying out and Marek groaning, their sounds of pleasure so different, hers so much more sonorous than his almost animalistic grunting.

His jewels bounced with powerful contractions, unaware they weren't pumping into this gorgeous woman's womb, Marek feeling the gooey warmth of his surge pool around his glans with every violent jolt of his cock.

Vanessa's walls were an erratic scouring of clenching muscles that prolonged his orgasm for just that little bit longer, soaking that sheath in her lust as her entire body shuddered in ecstasy.

With lingering, mutual jerks, they both calmed down, though they did not part immediately, Marek slowly grinding his body against hers in gentle, intimate fashion.

He hugged her from behind, releasing her breasts, and once again craned his neck around to kiss her upon the lips, and she happily returned the loving touch.

However, even after that intense climax, he didn't feel quite spent. He had some stamina to spare, and one last round in him.

He murmured in her ear, and looked her in the eyes.

"Getting tired, darling~?" he asked.

She smirked in return.

"You've got a finale, don't you~?" she deduced, rubbing her hands along his body behind her.

"I have an idea, if you'll permit~ I saw that lovely back door of yours..."

"Oh, you have no need to worry about that~ In fact, I have an offer for you~"

She extricated herself from his grasp, and returned to the bed, sliding herself across its sheets on her belly with a sensual grace, a deceptive flexibility for one of her voluptuous frame.

She crooned sensually, and then reached back behind her, grasping her ass with one hand, splaying a glute aside, and outstretching her fingers further to tug open one of her labia, exposing her glistening slit.

"Take off that thing on your 'mighty spear' and give yourself a good wipe over... and I think you can wet yourself for my rear with my womanhood~"

She chuckled playfully, shaking her hips.

This woman was absurd, taking such a risk.

Well, as long as he was clean and didn't cum in her... it sounded like a lovely idea.

His grin was wide and catlike, tugging that sheath off his dick and finding a place to dispose of the filled thing.

Next he found a cloth, and used a fresh basin to wet it, wiping down his manhood thoroughly, using a dry corner to wipe the moisture up.

Now he was ready for it to get wet again, with the juices of her depths.

His cock bobbed eagerly, thrilled to have the chance to feel her with no impediment.

Crawling onto the bed, shuffling forward on his knees, he grasped Vanessa's rump in his hands, practically slapping her cheeks as he manoeuvred behind her.

He slipped a hand down her glute smoothly, grasping his rod and aligning it with her entrance.

He teased her a little, of course. Why waste the opportunity?

She gasped, Marek grinding her helm against that pink flesh, splaying apart her labia, getting his cockhead thoroughly wet with her arousal.

And already, Marek knew this was going to feel much better than before, without the sheath. Her warmth was hotter, more clear, the touch of her slick flesh more raw.

He could better feel the small twitches of her muscles, the contractions eager to draw him in.

He pressed against her clitoris, a sigh leaving her. Murmuring softly, he teased a little more, wetting his tip with her sopping vulva... and then, finally, he started to push inside, hand drifting up to her rump once the first two inches were nicely secured.

How her depths wrapped around him, hugged him with velvet meat, stroked him with muscular twitches of arousal, a soft clenching passage of delight the further he pushed, until her rump and his hips could not permit any more.

Lingering inside her, soaking in her warmth, he started to thrust after a good half minute savouring the sensation.

Like always, he was slow at first, and he had better reason not to cum too quickly; his seed was reserved for her ass, and it would be rather problematic if he came in her pussy.

That they were doing this at all was a testament to how slutty Vanessa was... she was no doubt on her way to her own sort of wealth at this rate.

She'd be worth every coin.

He started to pick up the speed, slowing or stopping only to grind his dick into her walls at angles, and to listen to her croons and breaths of pleasure, his girthy length hitting her in her most sensitive points it seemed.

He spread his knees a little further, and started thrusting faster, enough his hips clapped against her rump, making it jiggle madly.

Her body started to jolt, and even though her chest was pressed against the bed, her ass raised in the air, he could see her bust ripple with each impact coursing through her.

He huffed himself, feeling his sensitive member start to twitch and throb, leaking precum into her depths.

He took a few long moments more, revelling in the sound of her slapping cheeks, before finally pulling out and flopping his cock between her ass, utterly slick with her arousal.

He regained his composure quickly enough, as did she.

"Hah... I'm ready," Marek warned, grasping his cock in hand once more and probing her back door, prying apart her ass for better access.

"Mmm, please, don't keep me waiting~" she teased with a giggle.

Damn, she was voracious. Hungry.

Well, he'd sate her appetite as best he could... and pushed inside.

What awaited him was a warm tightness he just wasn't expecting.

Tighter than her pussy, flexing with her arousal, clenching as if not wanting to let go of him... but permitting his intrusion rather easily, despite his groans of exertion.

He huffed, leaking precum right into her ass, but her lingering arousal coating his member was doing its job, providing enough lubrication for a smooth insertion.

But still, she was tight, and once he started pulling back after pushing to the hilt, he felt that friction firmly stroke his cock.

Groans escaped him, and moans left her, Vanessa finding intense pleasure from this act.

He didn't try to get fancy, didn't try grinding against her contours at different angles.

He kept to the straight and true, adopting a slow, steady pace.

Rocking his hips with a rolling motion, he buried his bone over and over inside her rear, wincing every time she clenched and contracted her muscles from the intense stimulation of it all.

With a moan, he picked up the pace, the tightness making it difficult, but it was worth it for how good he was going to feel... and how good Vanessa felt, from the sounds of it, her shrill moans a thrilling delight spurring him on.

He slapped her rump, laughing gleefully, watching her cheek jiggle as he slowly gained speed, his balls swinging and brushing against her pussy every time he plunged to the hilt inside her, getting wet with her arousal.

Vanessa's moans turned sharp now, and the contractions of her ass were erratic, her body twitching with pleasure.

Marek was little different, strained gasps leaving him like grunts, his cock throbbing and oozing liberal amounts of precum inside of her, offering some slight additional lubrication, that he sorely needed to reach his finale.

This would be his last load, and he wanted to make it an impressive one, to really put a wonderful cap on this celebration of victory.

Then he could contemplate what else he and Vanessa could get up to in the future.

He leaned over her now, rocking his hips into her body, while he humped her like a dog, his panting rough and lustful.

One hand remained on her hips, the other slid beneath her to grope those squashed breasts, feeling the pressure exerted on his hand, pinned between her body and the bed.

Her glutes rippled, as did her thighs, and any part of her of sufficient softness. But he couldn't really see, with his face looking down on her head from above, mesmerised by the way her hair seemed to bounce and jiggle, the springiness of her curls a delight.

He panted next to her ear, and then chuckled.

"Thank you for letting me do this, my sweet girl~" he remarked with pure lust, relishing the opportunity to cum inside a girl so beautiful, even after she drank down his cum when she sucked him off earlier.

It was a different feel when it was one of a woman's nethers.

He practically rutted into her like a beast, feeling the pressure in his loins build to bursting, balls contracting in warning, soaked with her pussy juices.

It would only take a few more moments...

And bam; he slammed his hips into her ass and jerked with each humping rope he shot inside her, crying out in bliss, his balls tugging upwards with every pump, while Vanessa herself spasmed and cried in ecstasy, sputtering the sheets with a few droplets of her ecstasy.

It was still a true delight he managed to make her cum, through her ass no less, and simultaneous with his own release!

Vanessa was sure otherworldly. Maybe she was a demigod, or blessed by a deity.

Or perhaps she was just naturally gorgeous, talented... and oh so slutty.

The wind-down of his orgasm came in the form of some firm humps into her rear, each getting less energetic until the dregs of his release were deposited in her rear. By then, she'd stopped twitching and shivering, and Marek, after lingering inside her ass to compose himself, slipped free, his cock finally, after an hour or more, starting to soften.

He sighed in content, happy and gleeful, and then slowly slid down next to Vanessa.

She rolled into him, and the two embraced for some post-coital cuddles.

Her lips peppered his neck with intimate kisses, and he laughed.

She pulled back, and smiled.

"I trust my service was to your expectations~?" she asked him, and he could only give a thumbs up, at least at first.

"I think... you may be the best brothel girl I have ever met... maybe the best girl in the bedroom on the planet~" he praised.

She smirked happily, covering her mouth with a hand coyly.

"I'm glad to have met your expectations~" she remarked, sliding herself against him and nestling into the crook of his neck, Marek indulging in the soft touch of her closeness, her curvy, plush body against his own.

"Met and exceeded~" he remarked, looking up at the ceiling, all too pleased with himself.

"Perhaps soon you'll meet mine."

Before he could question what she meant, he felt her teeth sink into his neck, piercing skin and flesh.

The bite was brief, but it made him jump.

"OW! What the fuck is wrong with you, youuu craazy bii-itch..." he shouted, and trailed off when he started to feel weird.

His skin around his neck prickled. His muscles tingled and buzzed. His limbs and body felt heavy, slumping against the bed as his own power failed him.

He looked around in confusion and fear, especially as those pleasant tingles coursed throughout his body, and found his crotch; his member was starting to rise again, a strange arousal filling him.

But no matter what he did, he couldn't move himself beyond pitiful twitches and squirms.

When Vanessa's face loomed into view though, draping herself over him, that's when his fear truly set in.

She was grinning, but it wasn't that coy, playful smile of hers. It was hungry, but hungrier than she'd displayed, predatory, wicked, triumphant.

Worse, her canines, lengthened into needle-like fangs, a faint droplet of purple clinging to those on her upper jaw, longer than the those on the lower.

And her eyes... gone were the purple hues, replaced with golden orbs with slit pupils.

It seemed all too familiar... as did her voice, much the same, but deeper, richer, smoother.

"Did you really think you could evade me, Marek Chopin~?"

He blinked in panic.

"V-Vetiscia?!" he blurted out, trying to crawl free, but his body continued to ignore him.

She smirked dangerously, caressing his cheek with the back of her hand.

"It was fun while it lasted, an indulgence without illusion... well, for me at least~ But you had no idea what was coming. There is no cheating me, Marek Chopin. No stealing from me, no outwitting me. You think I did not know what else were on those scrolls? What means exist to attempt to evade divine sight? That I had not other ways of tracking you?"

She leaned in close, clutching his cheeks and chin in one hand.

"Did you think so little of me? Or so highly of yourself?"

She laughed, her legs wrapping around him, her other arm doing the same beneath his back... her embrace growing uncomfortably tight.

Then her shape started to blur, losing definition and clarity like his eyes lost focus. She melted and twisted, flowing around him, growing darker, glossier, tighter.

He found himself squeezed, in an all too familiar - but now less inviting - grip, squeezing some of the air out of his lungs as midnight scales glided across his naked skin, binding his arms to his sides. Coils just that bit wider than his shoulders surrounded him from head to toe, the tip of a long scaly tail gripping the back of his head.

And where the gorgeous but terrible face of 'Vanessa' once was, hovered the elongated visage of a serpent.

Vetiscia.

"So very arrogant~" she taunted, voice now sensually raspy.

"I-I'm sorry! I made a mistake, I'll do what you ask!" he pleaded, desperately squirming to no avail, her venom's effects too much for him to resist.

And worse, all it did was arouse him further, the touch of her scales all too sensual to his envenomed nerves.

"I know you will... I will ensure you will," she said, a low dangerous chuckling followed as her head slithered down towards his feet. Her coils tightened, and it got hard to breathe.

"W-Wait," he croaked. "I'll find what you want, I'll serve you, I'll do anything you want!"

He wheezed a little, watching her look at him from before his feet.

"Then relax... you'll live~"

Her jaw yawned wide, saliva dripping onto his toes.

And he couldn't even get a scream off before the tip of her tail slithered over his mouth.