The Queen of Phalli - Ch. 02

I wake up early, the light of Narbordel still low. I can't sleep, not anymore, not with such dreams awaiting me beyond the waking world. The Goddess usually grants me dreams filled with visions of pleasure that accompany me through my sleep and let me awaken moist and eager. But as my baptism approaches, the more chaotic and unpleasant my dreams grow.

Sometimes I dream of the Matron, it is time for my baptism, and I step naked into the temple-harem. I am wet and ready for her, but when I get on the bed, I find her changed. Her hands are claws, like those of a gargoyle, or pincers like those of a giant crab. Her cock is filled with thorns, her tip a giant spike.

Sometimes, it is Synafae I dream of. In those dreadful visions, she comes back surrounded by well-endowed lovers, taking advantage of her in every possible way. In those dreams, I'm always incapacitated, either entangled in tight ropes, paralysed by a spell or chained to the ceiling above them. Even if there was something I could do, she would not want me to. She has one cock after the other service her, swallowing load after load of thick white cum. Until she forgets me completely. I would much rather stay awake than face such anxiety.

Maryl is still asleep. Poor thing, she has been through quite a lot, mostly because of me. It is strange... I had her in my bed plenty of times, mostly to please me when waking up, or before sleeping, or both. Yet I don't recall her ever sleeping with me, not once. It felt good to cuddle after all this time, feeling the warmth of someone who cares for me and whom I care for. So much so that I would not mind more of it. I look outside the window and can see that I still have a few hours before seeing Veldrina. Oh well, as long as I'm not falling back asleep...

I slide back under the sheets and crawl into Maryl's arms. I press my body against her and am amazed at how comforting she feels. Her skin is smooth, her body is soft and warm. Her lips are so full and good at kissing. I try to think about how many kissers I have had in my life, too many to count, yet few were as good as her. I would kiss her right now if I were not afraid to wake her up. I'll just snuggle between her tits.

After a long and exhausting night of passion, Dark Elves exude a delicate scent of post coital delight. The Rivvil are very different; their sweat smells strong and musky. Some find it unpleasant, but I do not know, there is something about it that drives me wild. I sink my face deeper between her boobs and inhale it with gusto.

"Mistress." She whispers. Oh no, did I wake her up? No, she is fast asleep. Is she dreaming of me? I hope it is something pleasant. "Don't." She whimpers.

Goddess, I am so curious. What is my oniric counterpart doing to you, sweet Maryl?

I slide my knee between her legs, wishing to rub her just a little and expecting to find her moist and eager. But what I feel is the wrong kind of moisture.

I raise my eyes and see that her forehead is beaded with sweat. What she is having is no dream, but an all-too-vivid nightmare. She tosses and mumbles, her face is distorted as if in great pain. "Don't go." I hear her say. I have no choice but to wake her up.

"Maryl, it is but a dream. Maryl, awaken, awaken!"

She opens her eyes and, for a few long moments, lies still, trapped between receding terror and the newly found confusion. "Mistress?" She calls. "You are back."

"I never left your side, silly." I caress her hair.

"How long have I been asleep? What time is it?"

"Still quite early, I couldn't sleep much myself."

"I see." She rises up, remembering only now that she is naked. She tries to hide her huge breasts behind the sheets.

"Don't you think we are a little past that?"

"I should probably get back to my duties." Her hand wanders around in search of her missing clothes.

"What is wrong with you? Was it such a bad dream?"

She hesitates, sitting on the border of the bed. "It was bad." She admits.

"Did I mistreat you?"

"No, Mistress, it was not I who was in peril. It was you."

"Me?" It would be touching to see her so worried about me, if her concern were not all too genuine. "What peril do you speak of?"

"I... do not remember." She is lying. I don't recall her ever lying to me.

"Maryl, would you hold the truth from your Mistress?"

"No! I mean--"

"Then tell me what put you in such great distress, lest it interfere with your duties."

"Yes, Mistress, please forgive me." She avoids my gaze. "I saw you fall, Mistress. Fall deep beneath the earth. I tried to hold you, but my hands were weak and... wrinkled." She looks at the back of her hand. "Something was pulling you under, pulling you away from me. Whatever it was, its strength was far beyond mine. When you woke me up, I still had your screams in my ears."

"Hush now, it was but a dream," I reassure her.

"Yes, of course." She says, but does not sound convinced.

"Mistress! You had nothing for dinner."

"Neither did you."

"I'll fetch something right away."

"You don't need to get up." Or dressed. "I can call somebody else."

"No, Mistress, please. This is one of my duties."

I must admit I do feel a little peckish, so I let her go. She gathers her clothes quickly and wastes little time adjusting them. To my deep regret, her ample bosom is again concealed by cloth.

When she comes back, she does so with a tray full of the best treats gems can buy. After the first bite, my appetite awakens, and I dig in with much enthusiasm and little manners.

"Erm... Mistress." She says. "Would you like to have your morning session during breakfast or after you are finished?"

"Morning session? Oh no, thank you. I'm still all flustered after yesterday." She seems disappointed. "Besides, you too must be famished. Why don't you sit next to me and have some?"

"Me having breakfast with you, Mistress?" She gasps. "That would be... inappropriate."

"Inappropriate? Seriously." I laugh. "If you are afraid that Nefail might punish you..."

"If I were to leave with the tray empty, people would talk." She bends forward and whispers. "Servants have their hierarchy too, one I cannot ignore."

Now I understand. The social dynamics of servants and slaves may mean little to me, but not to her. "All right then... how about this: we'll share my portion."

"Mistress, you don't need to..."

"Also, I don't feel at ease sitting here naked while you are fully clothed, so if you don't mind..."

Embarrassed but flattered, she undoes the knots of her sleeveless tunic. We sit together on my bed, sharing pastries, tea, and the pleasant sight of each other.

I stuff myself, happy that neither of my sisters is here to scold me.

"Thif if fo good!" I say as I devour a sweetroll. "Is the food very different on the surface world?"

"It is and it is not, Mistress. I would say the similarities are more significant than the differences."

"Fats a fielief." I swallow. "I'll have to take a pilgrimage to the realms above as part of my novitiate. Anything you would recommend?"

"My family was by no means rich, Mistress. My table would constitute a poor example of surface cuisine." She smiles politely. "The breakfast you just shared with me would look like a banquet to the people of my village."

"That's not very reassuring."

"There is one thing I do miss, though: honey."

"Honey? I am unfamiliar with this delicacy. What is it?"

"A very sweet, sticky yellowish-brown fluid made by bees, using nectar collected from flowers."

"That sounds disgusting."

"But it is not, I swear. In my village, we had beekeepers who cared for several hives and made different varieties of honey depending on the type of flower. My favourite was the one from the acacia tree. I bet it would be perfect with some milk and fungus tea."

"Yack."

"I think you would like it. One can eat it, but it has many properties."

I sincerely doubt that.

"So, are you feeling better?" I ask her.

"Much better, thank you. I am sorry we had to go back because of me."

"It wasn't your fault. But if you do want to make it up to me, tell me what happened on this bed after I left."

"After you left, Mistress?"

"Yes, when I left you alone with Nefail."

"The firstborn?" She gasps and hides her face. "That was her? Oh, gods have mercy."

She is just too cute when she is embarrassed, I must press on. "Come now, tell me. What did she do to you? She didn't hurt you, did she?"

"Oh no, Mistress. Not at all." She lowers her eyes. "I admit that I can't entirely recall what happened. I was in great distress and could barely think. I believe she helped me, using her magic and her... healing touch."

"Did she give you a taste of her medicine?"

"No!"

"Are you sure?" I wink.

"Quite sure. Confused as I was, I believe I would remember that." She takes a long sip from her cup. "Please extend to the firstborn my most humble thanks."

"I believe I thanked her quite enough."

"What do you mean, Mistress?"

I detect suspicion in her voice, a hint of jealousy perhaps? I can't resist relating the whole story. I tell her about the bath, the jokes and the exchange of pleasure that ensued. She listens with attentiveness, aversion and arousal.

"I'm... sorry you had to endure all of that because of me." She says.

The sensation of thick ropes of cum splattering from my lower back to my hair comes back to my mind, oh the horror... "Don't worry about that," I say, trying not to drool.

"Mistress, I know it is not my place to ask, but... does it not bother you?"

"What?"

"That you... Well, your sister uses you for her pleasure."

"It bothers me to no end!" She looks reassured, but not for long. "I do everything she asks of me, and she never reciprocates any of my efforts. I mean, why is she so selfish? Synafae has always been so generous and caring with me, I can hardly believe that we are all related."

"Please, don't remind me..."

"Sorry, what?"

"Nothing!"

Despite our attempts at discretion, we consume a lot more than my portion. I rather not dwell on it, as I am the main culprit of this particular crime.

"If there is nothing else I can do for you," Maryl hops off the bed. "I must return to my other duties. There is so much to do."

If she is playing hard to get, it is working magnificently. I could simply order her back into bed, but after all that happened I prefer not to. I enjoy a last glimpse of he luscious body as she bends to pick up her clothes. Hate to see her go, but love to watch her walking away.

I prepare to go out, all by my clumsy self. My hair is far from perfect, but the house mage values punctuality much more than appearances. Nonetheless, when I reach her laboratory, I find the doors sealed shut.

The nerve of that old crone! First, she demands that me being here on time and then has me waiting outside. Is this some sort of stupid punishment?

Lacking any other means to make my presence known, I yell at her to let me in. Right when I am about to give up, the doors unseal.

"Princess." I hear her call. "I was not expecting you so early!"

"You specifically requested me to be here on time."

"That I did, but not in my wildest dreams did I expect you to comply."

"I've been outside your doors for some time. What were you so busy with?"

"Nothing special, a simple experiment, dull matters to your ears, I'm sure."

"Oh, I see..." I smirk.

"No, you do not." She frowns.

"So, this shall be our final lesson." She says with more relief than sadness. "And since I know you are eager to get ready for Malla Synafae's return, I'll let you decide what to do with this time. Do you have any questions for me?"

"Yes."

"Any academic questions?"

"No." She rolls her eyes. "What can I say, you are an interesting person and you talk very little about yourself."

"You know what? Fine. It may be a little late to better know each other, but... what the hells, I'll satisfy your curiosity."

"I don't think you ever told me how you came to serve my house."

"You never asked me how I came to serve your mother's house."

"Well, I am now."

"Oh, there is not much to tell, really. I was born to another house, of course. One whose name I shall not tell, for it would mean nothing to you. It has long been forgotten." Her tone implies she believes that to be a good thing.

"Few Dark Elves survive their house."

"Indeed. Not without unparalleled skills, such as mine."

"Skills you could trade for protection. I wonder what you did to impress Mother."

"My reputation was already more than enough to impress most Dark Elves. Besides, it was not your mother who adopted me." Her eyes sharpen. "It was your grandmother."

"My grandmother?" Goddess, how old is she exactly?

"You are busy all the time, Veldrina. In fact, I have few memories of you not working on something."

"So?"

"So what is it that you are working on all the time?"

"All sorts of things, I assure you. Transmutation is a craft in great demand, and I, if I can say so myself, am very good at it."

"And where does this great demand come from?"

"From all over, princess. Mostly from your mother and sisters. Do not ask what I do for them, I know better than revealing such secrets." Damn, it's like she is reading my mind. "Also, many other houses beseech Matron Sipriina for my services. Mostly trivial things, wider hips, bigger chest, bigger bum, fuller lips, etc."

"I was considering some minor transmutations myself."

"I bet you did." She grins. "The answer is no."

"You would deny me?" I stomp my foot. "Why?"

"Princess... what am I to say? Someone in this house likes you the way you are. Someone much more frightening than little adorable you."

"Forget it," I say. "Is cosmetic transmutation all you work on?"

"Not at all. Sometimes it is something more juicy, such as animated dildos."

Oh yes, Nefail had one of those. I once tried to borrow it, but was quickly caught. She was not amused. "Do you make many of those? I'm asking for a friend."

"Dear, I make hundreds, in all shapes and sizes. Human, elf, horse, minotaur, dragon. Although I believe the hydra to be my greatest creation."

"The hydra?" I struggle to hide my curiosity. "What does it do?"

"That, my sweet little thing, I'll leave to your imagination... for now."

Veldrina, you damn tease.

"So... about the reward you promised me."

"Why is it that treats are the one thing you never forget?"

"So what is it?"

With a sly smile, Veldrina produces a vial of dense green liquid. It feels surprisingly light in my hand. "I call it a potion of malleability. One of my earliest creations and most requested commissions."

"What does it do?" I ask, closing my finger around the vial.

"As the name suggests, it makes the body extremely elastic. Once ingested, your muscles, bones and organs will become incredibly flexible. Very useful in battle, as it would make you nigh invulnerable to crushing and striking. You would also be able to survive a fall at your terminal velocity or escape most restraints. It would also be very useful should you decide to, I don't know... fuck a dragon."

"Interesting." I bite my lower lip. "And have you fucked many a dragon with this?"

"That I am not going to tell, little princess. Just like I am not going to tell you that, should you ever want to test yourself in such a way, it would be advisable to cast a proper protection against its breath attack."

"Thank you, house mage, this will come in handy"

"That was a pleasant conversation," says I. She offers me a cordial smile.

"An actual compliment, with little to no hint of sarcasm? I am flattered."

"As you should. Sadly, we must part."

"Will I see you again?"

"I am not going anywhere, sweet princess. I also believe you will need me more and more as you grow older and wiser."

"Do I get a hug and kiss?"

"You get a pat on the head and some good wishes."

I bow courtly, as I did when we first met. "I'll miss you, house mage."

"Make us proud, little princess."

When I get back to my chambers and call for Maryl, a halfling and a gnome house servants inform me that she has left.

"Left? Where to?" I ask them.

"She would not tell, noble one." The halfling keeps her head low, expecting retribution. "Shall I send for her?"

"No, no need. I'll find her myself."

I leave the two to their duties and walk all the way to the front gate. The guards greet me with due formality and proper discipline. They are tall, scantily clad and armed to the teeth. The perfect balance between seduction and intimidation. They indeed saw Maryl leave the palace, unescorted and alone.

"Has she left any message for me?"

"No, thirdborn. She only said that she was running an important errand on your behalf." My purchases from the last cycle, no doubt. Why didn't she entrust this to someone else? "Shall I have her tracked down for you?"

"No!" The sargtlil tend to be a little too zealous when carrying out their orders, especially when a not-Dark-Elf is involved. "She can take care of herself." I hope. "Ready an escort for me, instead. I'm heading out."

I feel much more at ease venturing into the bazaar with the extra precaution of an armed escort. I can safely stroll around the busy streets in my most skimpy attire. My body says look, the adamantine weapons of my guards say, but don't touch, just the way I like it.

I browse and browse all sorts of stores: jewellery, magical items, cellars, but fail to find anything that meets my expectations. My last option remains the slave market and, without my busty Jiminy Cricket to dissuade me, I decide to give it a shot.

I've read and heard dreadful things about the slave markets of the past, where people were paraded like meat and had no value beyond their two hands. It is a very good thing that our Goddess, in her infinite wisdom, has converted that dreadful trade into a thing of pleasure, not pain. Slaves are property, of course, but valuable property and must therefore be treated with care and dignity.

It is rare for a highborn Dark Elf to visit the market in person; most of my peers prefer to delegate such purchases to their entrusted servitors. I make quite the impression strolling through, the crowd spreads apart like water beneath the hull of a war galley.

The merchandise literally sells itself. Girls of every age, race and plane shout at me begging to be bought and promising in return service most devout. A couple of them pique my curiosity, but I don't believe they have anything to offer that Synafae has not yet seen. I really want to get her something special.

"Noble one, may I show you my merchandise?" A curly-haired dark dark-skinned half-Dark Elf approaches. She is bold, but still hesitates under the stern gaze of my sargtlil.

"It depends. What do you sell?"

"Servants for all your needs, noble one. For the garden, the kitchen..."

"... the bedchamber." A petite human girl smiles at me from behind her. She incarnates the beauty of late adolescence, red of mane and alabaster of skin. "If ye buy me and me sisters, I will make ye very happy!"

"Quiet, you." Her Mistress scolds her. "Forgive her, noble one. She is unaccustomed to such clientele, and she is far too bold for her own good."

"There is nothing to forgive." I wave my escort away. "Besides, I like bold. Let me take a good look at you."

The young slave smirks at her Mistress and pirouettes in front of me. "Like what ye see?" I can't say I do, she is small and skinny, besides, her skin is far from perfect. Her pretty face is spotted with freckles, and I bet that so is the rest of her body. Her movements also betray her lack of training; she is no true pleasure slave, that's for sure.

"Did you mention sisters?" Hopefully, they are a little more fetching.

"They... are not yet of age, noble one," says the petite human.

"Are you?" I ask her, with no intention to offend, and doing so a great deal.

"I am twenty!" Says she.

I give her a puzzled look. Maryl was even younger than her when she was brought to me and looked way more shapely.

"She speaks the truth, m'lady." The half-Dark Elf interjects. "She is the eldest of three, and together they are a hard sell. But I don't have it in my heart to separate them."

"They could serve in the rest of the house!" Insists the young one. "Believe me, in the sack I am worth three slaves combined." She tries to sound confident, but her eyes tremble.

"You are very sweet." I smile at her. "But I was looking for something a little more exotic, a special gift for a soon-to-be priestess."

"In this case, noble one, you should seek out Two-Headed Xarra." The half-blood suggests. "Around here, she's the one who handles the rarest merchandise."

"Aye, and the most expensive." Adds the redhead. "You are sending her to the competition? You are never going to find an owner for us like that!" Her owner hushes her almost in panic, but calms down when she hears me laughing.

"So, where do I find this Two-Headed Xarra?"

"Her palace is near the southern entrance, you should follow the..."

"I can take her there." Interrupts the petite, yet again. "In fact, why don't ye lend me as her guide for the cycle? It's not like ye will find a new master for us any time soon."

"Be silent!" Whispers the owner. "Forgive her, noble born. I may have been too lenient on this one."

"Not at all," I reply. "In fact, I could use a guide through this maze of a market. Will this suffice for her service?" I hand her a random gem from my purse, a raw sapphire.

"For this, you can have her anyway you want, for this cycle and the one after that."

"Excellent! This way, Mistress." She tries to grab me and nearly loses her fingers to my guards' blades.

"It is all right," I reassure my devout protectors. I grab the freckled hand. "Make way."

She leads me, or rather pulls me, through the labyrinthine slave market. Everywhere we go, the non-Dark Elves wave and cheer at her. "Sally! You finally fooled someone into buying you and your sisters?"

"Just me and just for the day."

After a while, she halts and turns to me, careful that nobody can hear what she has to say.

"Forgive me, manners, noble one. Should ye be pleased with me services, would ye consider it? Buying me and me sisters, I mean."

"I wouldn't know... does your current owner mistreat you?"

"No, not really. It's just that we have been on the market for too long. I fear she might give up and sell us separately." She picks her next words carefully. "Me sisters are everything that I have in this world, I don't want to part with them."

"That I can understand."

"My sister Nellie, the older one, is a promising cook, while Ellie is learning how to sew. As for me..." With an eye to the guards, she approaches and presses herself onto me. "I am very skilled with my tongue and hands. I give amazing head."

Caressing my crotch, she finds her way beyond my skirt. She is too bold, I know I ought to stop her. Yet, I do want to see where this is going. The answer is: not very far. She recoils in surprise when she does not find what she expected.

"I'm not a full priestess," I explain. "I also am sorry, but I cannot afford yet more slaves." She bows her head in shame and disappointment. "I am such a fool. Please forget about what I said and... what I did. Come on, we are almost there."

We arrive at our destination, which resembles more a caravanserai than a palace. Many merchants have set up shop here, separated by many colored tents and decorated windscreens. The smell of perfume, wine and sweetened tobacco fills the air. Loud music and louder moans can be heard from beyond the labyrinth of curtains. Someone is probably testing the merchandise before purchasing.

We arrive at the most majestic set of tents, red silk embroidered with golden thread. But before we can meet the owner, we must get past a pair of the most impressive guardians. Two minotaurs, bearing very intimidating axes and ill-concealing yet more intimidating members.

This is unusual in more ways than one. Women alone are granted access to the city, no matter their race. Even genderless species must at least assume a feminine appearance if they want to avoid trouble. The only males that are admitted are animals and beasts. These minotaurs fall into a grey area most honest merchants would steer clear of.

"Hey ya lads!" Sally greets them. "Mind letting me in? I'm bringing a customer to Lady Xarra."

"The Two-Headed is busy." Growls one guardian. "You will have to wait for a good while." Snorts the other.

"What? Are ye for real? Can't ye see who stands before ye? This is..." She turns to me. "'xcuse me, what's yer name?"

"Elifael El'Naar."

"Matron Elafel Elinar! The most powerful and richest of the Polis of Pleasure."

"She is a tad small to be a matron." Observes the minotaur.

"As if a big brute like yerself could ever tell. Step aside, lest she takes yer horns and balls."

The minotaurs seem unimpressed."

"I'm not blowing ya again, if that is what ye hope for."

Rolling their eyes, the minotaurs step aside.

Once out of earshot, I am forced to reprimand little Sally. "You should know I am no matron."

"What would they know?"

"It is forbidden to impersonate... never mind. Take me to Xarra."

We step inside the tent. It looked barely three metres wide from the outside, but is actually at least five times as spacious on the inside. A powerful sorcery holds this place together.

Richly decorated carpets cover the ground, and soft cushions offer a seat to numerous fornicating guests. At the centre of it all sits Xarra, and I learn quickly why they call her two-headed. Her features betray her planetouched heritage: deep blue skin, long ramlike horns sprouting from her jetblack hair and leathery wings from her back. But most peculiar of all is her genitalia; she has not one but two long phalli, each decorated by many golden piercings and each currently being pleased by a bare-chested human girl.

"Who..." She moans. "How did you get past my pets?" Unwilling to interrupt her entertainment, she looks at me with irisless eyes, as black as obsidian. "Ah, a noble Dark Elf visiting my humble abode."

"I apologise for showing up unannounced and uninvited."

"No noble born ever needs to apologise in my palace, for anything." She waves her pleasure slaves away. "Have a seat, may I offer you some refreshments? A girl or two, perhaps?"

"Oh no, thank you so much. I would get straight to business, if you don't mind."

"A woman after my own heart. What can this humble Alu serve you with?"

So that's what she is, a half-succubus. I wonder what the other half is. "I was on the market for a slave," I explain. "Not just any slave, mind you. I'm looking for something truly special, a present for my sister."

"Oh, I am confident we can find something to her liking." She claps her hands and her slaves hastily help her into what little garments she deems appropriate, barely enough to cover her dark blue nipples and gold decorated cocks. "Follow me, please." Only now I notice she has hooves in lieu of toes.

We walk with the Alu. She is much taller than I, and I can't help but feel a little intimidated. She glimpses at my ass every time she believes I am not looking. Part of me wonders what those two cocks would do to me if they had a chance.

"I can boast a very wide selection." She claims, recalling me to the matter at hand. "It would therefore be practical to narrow down your choice as much as possible. Is there anything in particular that you had in mind?"

"Not really, no. I was looking for something unusual, something that she would not buy on her own."

"Unusual would be my nickname if the one I have did not fit me so perfectly already." She caresses her crotch. "Tell me... what does she fancy the most?"

Me, I hope. It pains me to admit it, but every time we have been together, she clearly felt that something was missing. "She likes cock, a lot."

"Who doesn't?" She laughs. "The most sought-after luxury in this city. So much demand, so little supply. Well, noble one, is yours not enough for your sweetheart?"

"I'm no priestess, not yet. In fact, I am... not even baptised."

"By the grace of the Goddess, aren't you just the sweetest?" Again I catch her staring at my butt. For a moment, her cordial smile turns into a grin most wicked. Good thing I brought an armed escort. "Fear not, little virgin, for cocks I have a plenty. We just have to find the one that will fit your sister best." She chuckles at her own joke.

The alu leads us deeper into her enchanted palace, to luxurious and spacious chambers. Judging by the opulent decorations, it is here that her most illustrious customers appraise their goods.

"Lead in the incubi." She commands.

"The incubi? Xarra, you have demons in you menagerie? These creatures are dangerous."

"Relax, my untainted flower of the underground, these are distant relatives of mine."

Two red-skinned demons are led into the room. They are indeed incubi, the male counterpart of a succubus. I must say, they don't look nearly as fierce as I pictured them in my head. On the contrary, they are rather minute. Furthermore, their hands are bound, their eyes are blindfolded, and their mouths are gagged. They also are stark naked, their oversized penises look somewhat silly on such skinny bodies.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" Says the Alu with pride. "Their powerful, majestic phalli create such a pretty contrast with their defenceless, frail bodies." She pinches her nipple. "These two have displeased their superior in the Abyss and were banished to the material plane until they would satisfy ten thousand mortal women. I acquired them while they were having fun with numbers one hundred seventy-two and three."

"I see..." In their current state, they look perfectly innocuous, but will they stay that way once unleashed? "You believe they would serve willingly?"

"Willingly and very very eagerly. Wouldn't you, lads?" She has their gags removed.

"Please." They utter in unison, their cocks fully erect and dripping precum. "It hurts m'lady, please make it better."

"Good idea, lads. Noble one, would you like to test the goods before making a choice?"

"They do look inviting," I admit. I bite my lower lip as I picture the two red rods making their way into my every hole. No, no, what am I thinking? Focus Elifael, your baptism will come in the cycle after tomorrow, you can't slip now, especially on those. "I don't know..."

"I could do that for ya." Interjects Sally.

"Sally, you don't need to..."

"I happily would. Why don't you take a seat and let me display my skills?"

I don't know... I do appreciate lean and delicate physiques, but Synafae... not so much.

With haste and enthusiasm, Sally gets naked and on her knees.

"Could you perhaps unbind them?" I ask. "I don't like it when people are chained or tied up or whatever."

"Untying them might be dangerous for little Sally."

"I'm not afraid." She boasts.

"But I am. I can remove their gag and blindfold, but their hands better stay bound."

"If you say so."

The blindfolds are removed, revealing the most tender, lustful and desperate eyes. They look at Sally as if she were the most beautiful thing in the multiverse.

"Hello." Smirks she from below their cocks. "Please, be gentle with my little mouth, but not too gentle. Understand?" The incubi nod.

Sally wastes no time, taking one cock in her mouth and wanking the other. No foreplay, no kisses, no caresses. Just hard wanking and deep sucking. Her mouth travels from one tip to the other, leaving trails of saliva and precum behind. By some unspoken spell, she makes nearly the entire shaft disappear beyond her thin lips. She stops sucking only to give their balls a sloppy kiss or to rub both tips on her tongue at the same time.

She was not exaggerating when she told me that she gave amazing head. I might actually be learning something. She never stops, not even to catch her breath. She only pauses every now and then to check my reaction. She smiles when she catches me caressing my crotch.

The incubi moan, shiver and quiver, almost in pain. "Please, please make it better." They beg. Goddess! I'm this close to dropping to my knees and joining her.

Suddenly the human pulls her mouth back, wanking both incubi at the same time. "They are very close, Mistress." She says. "Should I have them cum all over me or do ye want me to swallow?"

Ah, the tyranny of choice! I find both options very enticing.

"Mmm... I want to see how much they can shoot."

She nods, picking up the pace. "Ye heard the lady, lads. Give me all ye have!" She wanks them so hard it looks almost painful and gives both cocks one final devastating lick. When they cum, they do so in unison. Little Sally aims the throbbing cocks at herself, making sure that every drop lands on her. When they are finally done, Sally's freckles have all but disappeared beneath thick strata of semen.

So, what do you think?" Asks Xarra.

"They are very impressive." And so is she, I must admit.

"Did I do good, Mistress?" She is so cute, seeking my approval like that.

"Yes, you did." Just look at her, all cum drenched and smiling, she is just glowing with pride. Regrettably, I cannot reward her efforts. Mother would not approve of buying four new slaves without permission from her or Nefail. Besides, I already have Maryl, she might get jealous if I bought another human for myself.

The lads are led outside, still catching their breath and thanking Sally with teary eyes.

"The next exemplar I want to show you," Continues Xarra. "Is a rare specimen indeed. A creature I acquired from Cormanthor." I know not of this place, but it sounds like a surface name.

Xarra is by no means exaggerating; the exemplar is indeed rare and exotic, completely alien to our world below. From the waist up, she is a pretty girl with long golden hair and eyes as blue as the sky Maryl always tells me about. She smiles a shy smile as she covers her small, perky breasts. From the waist down, she is an elegant four-legged creature with a white mane, blonde tail and strong hooves at the end of each one of her four legs.

"A centaur girl!" Says Sally. "I've never seen one for real. She is smaller than I thought."

"Noble one, this is Calliope. She has a beautiful singing voice and masterfully plays the lyra. You can also ride her, or, if that is more to your fancy, have her ride you."

She gestures for the equine girl to turn around, and she obeys, hiding her reddening face. To my amazement, I see she has the genitalia of both sexes. I thought only those favoured by Lolath could boast such blessings.

"So, what do you think?" Smirks Xarra. "Should I ask her for a song... or should we let little Sally test her out?"

"I'm quite ready, Mistress," says Sally, licking her lips.

"Sally, are you sure you can handle her? She looks rather large."

"Don't worry, Mistress. I've fucked weirder." That is a very bold claim, but one I'm inclined to believe. She takes the centaur girl by the hands and stares her in the eyes. "I'm now going to suck yer cock and give it many kisses. Ye don't mind, do ya?" Calliope shakes her golden mane.

She invites Sally to take place between her legs. Her penis is still retracted but, after just a few gentle caresses and passionate kisses, it drops on Sally's face in all its length. I've seen plenty of penises in my life and many more I hope to see, yet this one is in my top five. Sally embraces it with an eager smile and kisses it all over. She then proceeds to wank it, all the while massaging and licking her balls.

"Does she like it?" Sally asks Xarra.

"I believe she does." Answers the Alu.

Sally keeps going, focusing on the centaur but also on me. As she licks, kisses and wanks, she hardly breaks eye contact, seeking my approval. She is doing the utmost to impress me, which makes me feel guilty and more than a little horny.

"Should I start sucking her, Mistress?"

The question catches me off guard. Embarrassing as this may be, I really want her to keep going. "If you believe you can manage..."

Sally's lips part to welcome as much as possible of the equine cock. I don't know how she could possibly accomplish that; the tip alone seems too big for her. And yet somehow she manages to get it past her lips and starts giving Calliope a proper blowjob.

The centaur girl moans, stamps and swerves, careful not to hurt the little pixie holding her pride in her mouth. Sally keeps at it, taking as much horsecock as she can. Somehow, she successfully gets about one-third of the way, and each time she does, Calliope lets out a loud moan. All the while, Sally keeps watching me just as much as I watch her. I don't know why, but the fact that she is doing all of this just to please me drives me insane. I start rubbing my legs and can feel moist humours wetting my thick thighs.

"Would ye like to join me, Mistress?" Asks Sally between a deepthroat and another.

Is she reading my mind? "Thanks, but no thanks." I yelp. She seems disappointed, probably misunderstanding the reasons behind my refusal. If I get down there next to her and Calliope cums, the juicy nectar she holds inside those oversized balls might be too tempting, better I stay away from it.

Calliope begins to pant heavily, her legs stamp and shake while her moans grow louder.

"I believe she is close," says Sally, hiding her panic. "Mistress, inside or outside?"

Calliope chooses for me. Before I can give an answer she thrusts her horsecock into poor Sally's face and begins to cum. Her semen pours out like a fountain, litre upon litre of seed going all over Sally's skin and down her throat in equal measure. The poor human girl gags and gulps, determined to take all she can and more. Sweet little Sally, what wouldn't I give to ease your burden?

She meets my eyes with a gaze that wants to appear lustful, yet I can tell how exhausted she is. She is still holding a large mouthful of centaur semen, and with a loud gulp, she manages to swallow all of it.

"Well, that deserves a round of applause," says Xarra. "The next article I wanted to show is yet more spectacular. Bring in the chest!"

Sally is still covered in cum and her little stomach seems somewhat inflated.

"Erm... Lady Xarra, I believe little Sally has appraised all she can for this cycle. Perhaps we should return another time."

"Nonsense, Mistress." She insists. "I can go ahead no problem."

"Are you sure?"

"I am." She pats her belly. "Plenty of room for more cum in here."

"Well, if you so believe...

A heavy chest is carried into the chamber, so heavy that four slave girls are required to carry it. It is a plain container, as mundane as they come.

"Why does your article need to be carried in a chest?" I inquire.

"I could tell, but why spoil the surprise?" Lady Xarra chuckles and invites little Sally to open the chest.

With a little hesitation, the young human poses her hand on the wood, testing it with a little knock. Convinced that nothing is out of the ordinary, she opens it. What she sees inside startles her beyond panic.

A pair of long arms sprout from the sides of the chest and lunge for her. She tries to run but is not quick enough; the long arms grab her by the hips. The chest opens wide like the maw of a beast, and an obscenely long tongue slides out of it.

"A shapeshifter!" I shout. "Stop this at once! I did not agree to any of this."

"Fear not, my little diamond in the rough. Sally is in no danger at all."

The creature pulls Sally up and places her pussy firmly on the huge tongue. It begins to give her very long and sloppy licks.

"Ye whorry bat!" Sally curses. "Ye could have warned me."

Xarra laughs off Sally's complaints. "As you can see, noble one, the mimic is absolutely tame. Its teeth may look frightening, but they are just for show; they are not filed."

I watch the huge tongue go back and forth on the tiny human pussy, it looks very intense. Sally's face is all twisted in a mixture of stupor and stimulation. With each passage, her legs become ever more drenched with saliva and vaginal humours.

"What will it do to her?"

"First of all, it will get her nice and wet, so that she's ready for what comes next."

"What does come next?"

A flurry of tentacles sprouts out of the chest and envelops little Sally.

"Ah, yes, you see? The mimic's tendrils secrete a natural adhesive that helps them latch onto their prey, which is pulled inside for digestion or, in the case of a female, copulation."

"Sally, are you all right?" I ask.

"I am," she says, between a shriek and a moan. "It is just... so slimy, and it tickles!"

"Indeed." Explains Xarra. "The long tongue is covered in saliva that has strong aphrodisiac properties; it prepares the prey for penetration."

"For penetr..." Sally does not manage to finish her sentence, and a tentacle finds its way inside her mouth. The mimic proceeds to open her legs wide, and soon every orifice is penetrated by pumping pulsating protuberances.

"Beautiful, is it not?" Says Xarra, caressing her crotch.

I'm unsure I would call this beautiful, but it is certainly enticing. Sally does not struggle anymore; her eyes roll back, lost in ecstasy. Her mouth, pussy and asshole are full of tentacle cock and her moans full of pleasure.

"The mimic will then proceed to bring its victim to orgasm multiple times, until it is completely relaxed and unable to struggle. After that, it will carry her inside where it will proceed with the fertilisation. During this phase, the victim will be kept restrained and will be constantly inseminated over the next three to seven hours."

"Seven hours? She'll suffocate!"

"Nonsense, the mimic must ensure the victim's survival to guarantee procreation." Sally protests vividly, all the while reaching the first of what promises to be a long series of orgasms. "Don't worry, this exemplar has been made sterile." Xarra lowers her voice so that only I can hear. "Although that can be reversed should you wish it so."

The mimic keeps pounding little Sally in every hole, with tongue and tentacle. The young human endures climax after climax.

"Are you sure you are all right?" I ask again. Sally confirms that she is, albeit with a very shaky gesture.

In the end, the sexual onslaught of the shapeshifter proves to be too much and little Sally slowly gives in. The mimic delicately brings her inside of it, proceeding as Xarra described. Distinct moaning, pumping and gulping can be heard from inside the chest.

"Are you positive she is in no danger?"

"Of course! Indeed, this is the most pleasant part. As we speak, her tight little holes are being filled with very rich seed, a sensation close to a perpetual orgasm." She winks at me. "I always test all of my merchandise personally before putting it on sale."

"So... shall we just wait until they are done?"

"No need, noble one. The copulation can be interrupted at any time, using the safe word."

"What safeword?"

She chuckles again. "Open sesame."

The chest becomes instantly inert and opens wide. A shaky cum covered Sally emerges from it. She spits out half a litre of seed before uttering: "That was... weird."

I help her out of her predicament, while Xarra has her slave girls take away the chest.

"So, what do you think?" She asks me. "It is fully obedient and can shapeshift into pretty much any inert object of comparable size, such as an armchair, a canapé, or a door."

I must admit, it does give me a few ideas for some amazing pranks.

"Mistress, I don't feel all that well," says Sally, failing to hold in a loud burp.

"I'll think about it," says I, helping poor Sally up. "Do you have a bath that we can use?"