One Sin Leads to a Fall

[darkest_fate]

(note to reader: this is in the same universe as my other story, "The Sunrise of the Orc Lord," which means that it will feature a lot of monster sex. It's more consensual in spots this time around, but does delve into some odder kinks toward the middle. Currently I don't have an ending finished, though I've some idea of where I wanted it to end up. Figured I'd post more of my writing in this world to hopefully generate partner interest, since I'm writing in it now}

My dearest beloved,



I have settled in well with my new regiment. As anticipated, my scores at the magical academy granted me a position in an advanced unit. Most of my fellow squadmates are trained soldiers who have worked their way up through the ranks, including a few other mages such as myself. I am fortunate in that most of the mages are quite eager to share their knowledge. Being an eager student and keeping myself humble, as you suggested, has done wonders. My quick mind does seem to intimidate some, but not all.

However, it is not quite the same with the common soldiers. Despite my attempts to reach out to them, there is a strong sense of envy. Likely this is in some part to my magical status, but many wrongfully assume I have not earned my position. Apparently it does not help that I keep myself pure as the Scriptures dictate, nor that I regularly commence prayers. And, as always, my appearance has garnered an irritable amount of jealousy. Were it not for you, my beloved, I may seriously consider marring my complexion. The harassing is worse here than it ever was at school,, but I let it roll from me like sand from the crawler.

We are soon to complete our first foray against the monstrous horde. I am positioned to support the secondary lines, so it is unlikely that I will see much action. I am most eager to slay the abominations before the gods and to help purify our sacred lands. I already can feel that I am helping here, as we had both agreed. I miss you terribly, from your gentle touch to the caress of your tender lips. I hope for a quick end to the conflict, or at least my due part in it, so that I may return to your loving embrace.



With all my heart and soul,

Safiya.


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“Remember: those of you who are physically striking are most at risk. These brutes will single you out to take you from the ranks at all costs. Keep your heads, remember your spells and blades, and you’ll be fine,” the gruff, severe woman looked over the various charges. Her gaze no doubt lingered upon several of the gathered troops, but Safiya swore she lingered a little longer upon her. The young mage sighed, but loudly proclaimed her response all the same, agreeing with the recommendation.

One of the soldiers before her turned to her neighbor, whispering. He twisted to give Safiya an appraising look, earning him an elbow. The young mage sighed. Why was it that they always looked upon her appearance first? Many would consider her beauty a blessing, but Safiya could only find it a curse. She kept her thick black hair orderly trimmed, with a strict set of bangs that covered her forehead and the appropriate length: dangling just in the small of her back. The selected uniform fit her comfortably without accenting the curves she never wanted. Her breasts were somewhat bountiful, though she was far from the bustiest of even this outfit. Hips flared in a womanly shape, her ass an almost perfect upside down heart. She kept herself fit and trim, even as a scholar, though she’d considered perhaps attempting to grow fatter. But any time she tried, weight settled upon bust and hips. Her strong features only seemed to further add pain, as did the dusky sandy coloration of her skin. Many were struck by her visage, which was frustrating, as it ignored the sharp mind within.

Said mind pushed passed her frustrations, gathering spellwork and tracing it into the air. Shimmering energies joined with her companions, layering protections upon the front lines. All raised their perfumed veils, connecting them across their mouths. The display of modesty pleased those like Safiya who believed in following the Scriptures, and it had the more practical application of disturbing the musky pheromones the monsters were likely to produce.

The gathering hordes had become more troublesome of late. Monsters had proved difficult ever since some dark witch created the curse, which enhanced their already impressive appeal to females even further. A woman could grow addicted to monster cock simply through prolonged exposure, particularly if she came into contact or, gods forbid, took in their seed. A direct insemination in the womb sealed the curse, with magical sigils appearing and the pupils taking on a near glowing heart shape. It was said that the eyes could diminish, but the craving for monsters, and the pulsing need, would never dissipate.

Yet they must fight. Females received shorter terms of direct action, but they often proved more capable archers and mages. Hence why so many females stood in line with Safiya, with only a handful of males at best. Safiya could feel the rising pride in her sisters as they strode forward. A gathered motley crew of monsters, mostly orcs and dragonlings, roared in defiance, charging toward them. But the orders came, launching arrows and spells upon them, felling many of their numbers before they drew close.

A pungent wave of their odor washed over. That had proved a difficulty during early conflicts, as several females would drop their arms or even run toward the beasts. The thought filled Safiya with a mixture of disgust and regret. Who would dare want to embrace these abominations? Not to mention giving way to their lusts. But fortunately, the perfumes and veils worked, if not quite as well as some would hope.

“They’re riled up!” yelled one of the officers. “Know they’re outmatched!”

Safiya cheered with several others, but heard one of their cohort muttering nearby: “Or they’ve heard we’re hording gorgeous virgins and want to slake their lusts.” There was some laughter, but Safiya merely sighed. What these people would entertain themselves with.

She could see the monsters charging, and raised her hands. More spells launched forth, Safiya’s own magic mingling with the others. Frequently if one mage was more powerful, their magic would become the lead, the others joining in for a bolt. Safiya was pleasantly surprised to see her companions’ energy coalescing with her own, forming an impressive arrow of magical fire that ripped through the enemies’ lines.

It all went smoothly. Too smoothly.

Cries came from their flank. Safiya turned, seeing several dragonlings springing forth mere feet from their soldiers. Their sand colored scales glistened in the harsh light of the sun. Quite frequently they could blend magnificently with the sand itself, their bodies easily absorbing the heat. They could even lower an eyelid over their reptilian eyes, preventing sand from entering and causing difficulties. Safiya knew all this from her studies, also knew they should switch to cold spells.

But knowing studies and training was different than actual combat. The creatures did look like dragons of myth, with miniature versions of the maws ringed in fangs. They stood upright, with tails to balance out behind, and wielded weapons, but there would be little mistaking them for a man. Perhaps even more telling for this grouping was the lack of armor around their waists. Indeed, several seemed to be carrying another weapon, scaled and ridged like their natural armor, between their legs.

“Ha, they’ve presented their dicks for us!” crowed one of the under officers. Safiya’s dark eyes widened in horror, realizing what that entailed. The monsters’ members were bobbing free! How obscene! Already they were rallying, switching several mages to try and put them down quickly.

But a great gust of wind caught blew from what had been their rear. It snagged upon their loose white uniforms, raising skirts to demonstrate quite clearly who wore the official white underthings: a tight, short undergarment that easily covered all below. It also snagged several veils, including Safiya’s. Mages slapped hands to hold it in place, soon finding themselves overrun. Others let it fly free, and Safiya watched a few of her companions dropping to their knees, their eyes glazed.

Her own caught. Safiya took one deep breath, holding it as it blew free. She could see the trouble: a dragonling wind shaman standing behind the rest. She gestured toward several of her companions, a few others who had managed to hold their spellwork and veil or who had followed Safiya’s suit. Safiya thrust her arm toward the creature, already gathering her energies, the air shimmering before her. Without word or order, others gathered suit. Safiya knew not only precisely when to fire, but at who. The blast of cold air, a lance of ice, cut through even the buffeting winds. A dragonling guard attempted to intercept, but the sheer ferocity of the attack pushed him back into the shaman. Both collapsed, the wind dying immediately.

The soldiers around Safiya rallied, crying out in victory as they surged over the now scattered dragonlings. Safiya didn’t have time to revel in her victory, instead falling into more spellwork, launching frost at the dragonlings and counting on her companions to fend off the original assault. It would be over in a matter of moments, arrows, spells, scimitars, and spears easily dispatching the crew.

A shout of victory, led by their commanding officer. Commander Aaliyah smiled her fierce grin, wheeling her desert stallion before Safiya’s mages. “Mage Officer! Which one of you completed that icicle spear,” she pointed where Safiya’s work melted into a pool of blood on the sand.

“That would be Mage Safiya,” said Baqir, their leader. He turned, gesturing Safiya up. “Her first time in combat.”

Safiya simply bowed her head, extending her arms outward. “It is only through my companions that I succeeded,” she insisted. A few behind and around her snorted, but Aaliyah nodded.

“Indeed, a true daughter of the sands. Praise to Safiya and the mages!” she led a cheer, and Safiya fought a blush. Truly her first battle had gone better than she could have ever hoped.

 

[darkest_fate]

My dearest beloved,



I cannot believe how well my first combat went! There was a moment when all appeared lost, when the foul creatures had exposed themselves to the air. There was a great gust, and it blew my veil. But I simply took a breath, steadied myself, and guided a few of my fellows to take out their shaman! Some are calling me the hero of the battle, but I keep insisting this was merely luck and that my companions are working.

It is harsh, battle. I cannot get over the senseless loss of life nor the violence. But we have struck a blow. We---

Oh! My companions are here. Some are even those that mocked me. It turns out they wish to take me to a local tavern to celebrate. We recently liberated this town, and they will no doubt shower us with affection. I protested, though this could be an opportunity to bond. But they insisted that my presence would get them free drinks. I should at least try.



Yours always in love,

Safiya

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Safiya could barely hear her own thoughts over the din of the tavern. It seemed as if every inch of the place thronged with beings. Many were soldiers, wearing the white uniform of the Allied Sands. But there were several travelers, as this was a desert trading port. As soon as Safiya entered, several soldiers cheered her, earning her a flush.

“I keep insisting that it was simply a matter of following training!” she insisted, even as her companions escorted her.

“Oh, just enjoy it, Sister Safiya,” teased Wahida, a rather plump mage who had quickly befriended Safiya. The mage flushed at the teasing nickname. When she’d first arrived, they’d assumed her devotion meant she was actually one of the legendary battle nuns or pledged. It had taken showing them the sworn armband about her left wrist, one promising her to her beloved Rabi, that had convinced them.

Of course, she’d then had to bear teasing for that, particularly when her rather romantically inclined letters had been found.

“Perhaps she can enjoy nothing without the center of her heart and soul,” teased Shazi, a rather crude soldier who often teased Safiya.

“Or does she need his permission?” asked Zaina, popular enough that several chortled.

“I should think I’ll be quite fine, actually,” said Safiya, flashing a smile, “I have several escorts of the highest caliber. I mean,” she looked about, “they surely must be here somewhere? Or perhaps my companions that routed a vicious attack are too busy cowering in the sands?”

Several cheered at this, including Shazi, who slapped Safiya on the back. However, Zaina glared all the more fiercely, mumbled as she turned aside. Safiya considered extending an apology, perhaps offering to buy Zaina a drink to smooth things over. But they were already escorting her to the bar, placing orders for drinks.

“Date wine,” she said automatically, knowing it to be the most accepted of drinks, thanks in no small part to its frequent mentions in scriptures. A few of her companions twittered, but Safiya simply waved them off. The drink tasted quite splendid, actually, probably because they got their drinks from the nearby date groves.

The wine flowed freely, soldiers and peoples alike celebrating. The wine and fruits flowed, though Safiya mostly nursed her own. After an hour or so of celebration, Wahida nudged her, pointing out that several of the more fetching young men had taken note of the pretty young mage. Safiya again had to point out that she was engaged, holding up her bracelet of promise. Some scoffed at the tradition, calling it barbaric or controlling. A man would magically seal a bracer around the left forearm of his beloved, interwoven with symbols of his house. When their marriage was formally sealed, a matching one would circle about her right, proclaiming her his. It struck Safiya as highly romantic, particularly as she’d grown up on tales of taking the bracelets in secret, a sign of affection, or slyly hiding who had claimed a female’s heart.

Despite her demonstration, it hardly proved a deterrent. Zaina grew increasingly irritated, particularly as men veered away from her and toward the prettier mage. Safiya tried deflecting them with compliments, and any drinks that were given which were not date wine were promptly distributed among her friends, essentially making her the provider of the night.

Then, Captain Karam, a dashingly handsome young officer, approached.

“Please, let me honor the hero of our battle with a drink,” he insisted, setting a fiercely strong intoxicant in front of Safiya. She recognized it, of course, as many of her fellows, including Zaina, drank it. She also recognized Karam: Zaina had been the loudest in proclaiming him quite splendid.

“Ah, but we are all heroes,” insisted Safiya. “Does it not say so?” she smiled, moving to slide her drink across the table to Zaina. “Truly, I should share this with---”

But Zaina reacted, well, poorly. She took the drink and looked about to splash it upon Safiya. Fortunately, the young mage thought quickly, tossing up a protective barrier in time. The drink hovered in the air, a stillness descending upon the tavern.

“Oh, look,” said Safiya, pointing, “I see someone I recognize at the bar. If you’ll excuse me,” she waved, and wasn’t at all surprised to see a handful of others waving back. She tried to angle herself more or less in between them, taking a seat at the bar and almost burying her head.

“It must be rather difficult, being the jewel of the party,” drawled a voice with such a cultured accent that it almost made Safiya shiver.

She didn’t look up before responding: “I feel like casting Malaika’s invisibility spell, but alas, the physics still don’t add up.” She waited a moment, realizing that she’d let her education slip, something that many a male did not appreciate. Well, given that she wasn’t interested in male companionship.

“Ah, to avoid the many questing eyes of the suitors who wished to whisk her away from her promised Rafiq. An apt enough comparison, as she’s also said to be a beauty of legend,” another pause, with Safiya opening an eye for just a moment to swivel, seeing the fine silken robe of an educated male, “Though perhaps it would be more pleasing to you for the comparison to be made with her cleverness? For it is said that she was able to bend the weave of reality about her and manipulate the sight of man, monster, and god alike.”

“You flatter… me,” came out slowly as Safiya lived her head. Sitting next to her was not some dashing young officer, but what appeared to be a dragonling. To be certain, he cut a handsome enough figure: his scales shimmering bronze in the flickering light of the cavern. His features had a strong beauty to them, and the eyes that swept toward her held a great deal of cleverness. But all the same, Safiya couldn’t quite stop herself from mouthing a silent prayer, stiffening.

“Ah, you’re concerned about my heritage,” the dragonling said, nodding. “Quite understandable,” he leaned forward, “particularly for the mage who put down the vicious shaman. Would it ease you if I bought you a drink?”

“I’m not certain it—”

“Date wine,” he said, gesturing toward the barkeep and pointing to her. “Oh, forgive me, but I’m assuming that you adhere to the scriptures. Between the reference and the symbol on your neck,” he nodded to where Safiya’s symbol to the divine couple hung around her neck. She flushed, fingering it as another glass of date wine appeared.

“I believe you’re the first to actually consider what I’d like to drink,” she admitted, casually taking it. She took a sip, shifting to look. “I’m called Safiya.”

“An exquisite name,” agreed the dragonling, bobbing his head, “I believe it means pure? One of the wives of a sacred prophet.”

Safiya sat up a little more, studying the creature closely. “You know much of our culture,” she commented. “That is… ah…”

“You want to say surprising,” said the dragonling, smiling. “I am called Elriash. I’m something of a trader between the more… civilized versions of my kind. I deal in goods and words, and both often require knowledge of the people. I may also dabble some in magic.”

Safiya let out a wry laugh, raising her glass with a sly smile. “A dabbler who understands the intricacies of folding reality? I suppose you also play around with the possibilities of temporal shifting? Or maybe the intricacies of combining dislike elements?”

“Ah, I suppose forming a pact with a demon to gain the manipulation of time would be appealing,” agreed Elriash, “but the combination of dislike elements can be rather tricky unless you combine powers and wield them in very particular ways. Unless there’s already a commonality between them.”

Safiya blinked. “Such as water and fire’s tendency toward steam?” she ventured.

Elriash nodded. “We’ve actually dabbled some with such details among my people. Much study is made of the elements when we breath them.”

“I was under the impression that your people were all instinct and violence,” admitted Safiya.

“Ah, but in this, perhaps the Scriptures are… shall we say incomplete?” asked Elriash. He laughed, “Though I’d be lying if I didn’t confess to having some attraction to the fairer of your race, particularly if their tongues are as sharp as their minds.”

Safiya flushed, appreciating the compliment, but raised her left arm. “I’m afraid I am already spoken for by my own Rafiq.”

Elriash pressed a hand to his chest. “Alas, that a better man than I had found you first. Curse the fates for ill timing,” he shook his fist, before nodding, “I can bid you fare tidings if you’d rather, or I could remain to discuss more matters philosophical and theoretical?”

Safiya chewed her lip, considering. Technically as an engaged woman, she shouldn’t be alone with a man outside her own family. Furthermore Elriash, civilized as he was, was one of the monster race. Always dangerous, particularly for a female. However, he clearly conversed with her as an equal, knew his philosophy and learning, and had respected her choices.

“Perhaps you’ve heard of Quazzlete’s Conundrum?” asked Safiya, smiling curiously. The dragonling returned the expression in kind, shifting to the nearly esoteric conversation. It reminded Safiya of the more lively debates she’d held at the university, those among intellectual equals that were willing to look beyond appearance. Quite a few mages and scholars cared not whether your eyes were dark and bewitching or your breasts heaved with your breaths, so long as you could debate the theorems.

Safiya had little knowledge that her eyes lit, that she grew more lively as the conversation continued. Those that envied her now looked with even more jealousy in their hearts, though nearly all scoffed at her choice of companion. One or two suggested that “Sister Safiya” was more interested in the company of monsters than her own. At least her allies stood up for her, not that the scholar much cared.

After several hours of debate, Elriash finished another glass. “I cannot understand how you can wrap your head around Mizzet’s proclamation without far more alcohol in your system,” he said, shaking his head.

Safiya laughed. “Perhaps it simply requires a more feminine understanding.”

“Or perhaps you require better alcohol,” the dragonling insisted with a snobbish sniff. “I have some stuff, brewed from my own homelands,” he gestured, and the barkeep poured what looked like liquid gold before them. “Strong and heady, with strong undercurrents of honey,” he insisted, swirling it, extending it toward her, “a true drink for appreciation.”

Safiya looked to it. “It’s… as we said, I adhere to the Scriptures…”

“Ah, but a free mind is only strengthened,” said Elriash, green reptilian eyes dancing. “And has not a prophet said that a man should sin to know what they turn away from? Better to sin once and understand than to live in utter ignorance.”

Safiya snorted. “They called that man a heretic,” she said, but reached for the drink, taking a delicate sniff.

“To live is to sin, and to sin is to experience life,” insisted the dragonling. “Besides, one drink surely won’t addle a mind as sharp as yours.”

Safiya hesitated, but found the odor too tempting. She took a sip, eyes closing. The rich, deep flavor slid into her mouth, filling her with the heady blend of spices and alcohol. It slid warmth down her throat, pooling in her belly, the sensation spreading throughout her almost immediately. “Oh my,” she said, placing a hand upon her lips, “that is rich.”

“But, ah, better than date wine?”

Safiya laughed, raising her glass, “Much,” she agreed, taking another sip. Their conversation continued, and Safiya found her hand venturing toward her glass. It filled again, and the warmth spread lazily throughout her body and mind. Her lower belly in particular seemed to grow afire, and she could smell this rich, spicy odor upon the air. It beckoned to her senses, making her thoughts turn toward even more outrageous ideas. Including one suggested by Elriash.

“Come now! You honestly expect---expect me to believe that your mages often use emotions?” she asked, laughing again. “That sounds very much like something a male says to a female.”

“Perhaps,” said Elriash, “but, come, let me show you,” he extended his hand, and Safiya took it, sliding from her stool. Many of her fellows had returned to the barracks, though they’d have a late morning at the very least. A few may see Safiya being escorted by her drinking companion, but they would hardly care. Most were in their own cups, several already entwined with one another or doubting their vision.

The dragonling escorted her outside, the cool night air kissing her heated skin. She closed her eyes, lifting her face toward the sky and breathing deep. That same spiced aroma filled the air, sliding across her tongue, flavoring it in a way she almost wished to savor. It settled in her belly, as if churning the warmth. She ran her hands along her curves, as if pressing the sensations further into her skin. Eyes opened, and she saw Elriash looking at her with a mixture of appreciation and hunger.

“You truly are an exquisite creature,” he purred, lifting a hand to brush back some of Safiya’s dark hair, tucking it behind an ear. The touch made her skin prickle, her belly roiling.

“I, ah, am promised to another,” she reminded him, feeling herself backing up slightly. Her body pressed against the stone wall, and she found him closing in. that heady aroma wafted more strongly toward her, the taste nearly making her groan.

“I am aware,” he said, “but he is not here,” he said, moving to run his hand along Safiya’s body, taloned fingers teasing around her waist. The other laced behind her head, cupping her. He tilted her toward him, their lips only the barest distance from another. That thick spicy musk of him washed over her, nearly making Safiya’s knees weak.

“I thought… we were to discuss magic…” she breathed.

“Mm, I thought a discussion of sin more appropriate,” he said. His lips lowered, taking Safiya’s. the young mage’s eyes closed, tasting the heady spice as his lips parted her own. His long tongue slithered within, easily twirling against hers. With little coaxing, he stirred her to life, his sinuous muscle easily overtaking hers. It twisted and wrapped, till he nearly pulled it forth from her mouth. “Mm,” he said, smiling as his fingers stroked the nape of her neck, “you truly do have a talented tongue.”

“I—we cannot lay…” protested Safiya. She almost whimpered at her own denial. For heat pooled between her legs, as it often did when she and her beloved played romance with one another, or when she read the saucier tales. It quickened with his touch, her insides quivering as his talons ran along her eager body.

“There are many things you can do without such worries,” promised Elriash. His lips closed about her neck. Safiya gasped, head falling back, body undulating. Raw heat pulsed yet again through her body. Her chest felt tight, the sensations settling upon the center, stiffening her dusky nipples against the protective fabric of her bra and uniform. Taloned hands raked more head down her hips, and she felt them gathering the skirt.

“I should not… betray him,” she breathed, feeling his teeth skate across the tawny expanse of her neck. Yet despite her protests, Safiya leaned her head back. The teeth scrape a little harsher, before that tongue lathers attention upon her flesh. Chilled air kisses her newly bared legs as the skirt rises, her uniform undergarment seeming scant protection. Her hands move, not to push him away, but to brace against the wall, as if to stabilize herself. Her mind swims, a mixture of boiling desire and dimmed sensation. Eyes closed, her body rolls, bucking softly against him.

“To live is to sin,” Elriash breathed against her neck. His hand moved down, caressing Safiya’s thigh, teasing her, making her shiver, breath catching. His mouth moved, taking hers in another dash. That tongue swallowed her protests, even as it slid further within her mouth. Her mouth is open for him, her body unfurling before him.

His nails run up along her skirt, finding the hem of the protective undergarment. She can feel him teasing along the top, her body shivering. “What was in that drink?” she mumbles, head swiveling for a moment. Her breath catches as the fingers run underneath the waistband.

“The finest alcohol,” he purrs into her neck, moving to nibble. His hand cants her back, again opening her. “And a dash of dragonling flavoring.” He takes another nip, and she nearly melts into him. His hands tug, and her legs spread slightly. They move her undergarment down, Safiya flushing as she feels it adhering softly to the center of her core. Elriash chuckles as he lowers. “So innocent. You should learn the glories of your flesh. Learn to sin.”

“Gods,” breaths Safiya, hips rolling again. She feels him lowering her panties entirely, nudging her to stop out. His hand trails back up, nails teasing her upper flesh. Safiya’s lips twist into her teeth as she bites back another groan of delight. A hand moves to smother as his fingers tease her upper thighs.

“Oh? You’re so neatly trimmed,” purrs Elriash. His mouth moves to her ear, nibbling, “such a good little girl,” he breaths. His fingers ruffle the fine dark hairs above her sex. She’d neatly trimmed it, as was regulation. The line directs attention to her lips, a little slit within her flesh. Said flesh throbs in time, the pulsing almost unbearable. This was so wrong, but her hand is stifling her own protests, not stopping him.

His talon teases along her nether lips. Safiya’s hips cant toward him, guided like a puppet along a string. His touch rolls upward, teases her lower belly before sliding back down, gently massaging her sex from above. Digits part flesh, another sinking between. She can feel her sex clamping down upon him, body baring.

“You are unbearably tight,” he purrs. His finger moves in and out, sliding against her, “and unbelievably wet,” he brings his hand up, and Safiya groans, head lolling as she sees the glistening in the light. The moisture disappears between his lips as he sucks, smiling up at her, the devilish light in his eyes making her shiver yet again.

“I can’t wait to taste it from the source,” he purrs. Safiya’s dark eyes widen as he lowers. His hands prize her thighs open a little further, and she can feel his hot breath puffing against her swollen lips. Safiya shoves the back of her hand against her mouth, nearly biting her knuckle. That long tongue glazes the front of her sex, and she rolls into it. Delight stretches throughout her spine, lancing straight from her core to melt her body. Stifled noises of delight leave her mouth. All thoughts of protest melt as his tongue explores the surface of her lips.

Her free hand goes down. Slides along his smooth scales, feeling the strange sensation as her fingers grasp for contact. A strange rumble leaves him, the sensation pulsing directly against her, making her arch sweetly against him once more. His fingers part her flesh, and she feels the tongue slithering. It slithers into her wet, and she feels her lips closing. Muscles contort, squeezing. That muscle slides, begins to wriggle and writhe. It brushes against Safiya’s inner walls, teasing them, teasing out her body. Little jolts of raw pleasure shoot from her with each pass, the creature below working her sex like a mastermind.

Safiya’s body crests toward him as she feels him slide ever deeper. The tongue undulates on the way, teasing and grinding upon her. It wriggles and writhes to create new sensations, each motion shooting another blast of pure arousal. Her sex weeps with lust, rewarding his efforts with more and more gathering moisture. Everything tightens around him, a molten core of heat forming in her very center.

He pauses for a moment, tongue slithering out, breath puffing. “You truly are a virgin,” he breathes, looking up, “I can feel your hymen.”

“D—don’t—puncture---” she stammers, though she nearly whimpers at her own denial. He nods, parting her lips, tongue thrusting in. She feels it coming to a stop, swirling, almost teasing her barrier of innocence. Another sharp cry leaves her, her hand barely stopping it. Eyes pinch shut as she rolls. He groans, and she feels the vibration shooting up within her.

It snaps the tension. Safiya gasps, eyes widening, body arching even more painfully, bowing. Her legs tremble, and only his thick fingers grabbing her convulsing bottom hold her in place. He grinds down as she blasts through pleasure, sending more and more of it shooting up within her. His tongue lathers the attention, making her sex dance, body convulsing all the more. Sheer delight spikes so hard her head swims, her first orgasm ever sliding across.

No wonder so many love sex.

Gods, no wonder so many appreciate the monstrous. For surely a man’s tongue could not reach like this, teasing her. He’s pulled out, lapping about her sex, gathering loose juices. His fingers are teasing, moving along her body, massaging softly. Panting, she looks down, seeing his eyes glistening. Her hand lowers as her brow furrows. “Are… are we not---” she begins, but his tongue glides across the surface of her sex. She yipes, nearly bloodying herself as her hands slap to hold back noise. Her hips jerk toward him as she feels another jolt. His fingers part something atop her folds, and soon something within kisses the air. The tongue presses, and a strong bolt of pleasure stabs into her.

Her clitoris, a little button of pure sin to be avoided. It was said that only a wanton woman would play with such a thing, and that to hide it was preferable. Indeed, many would even go so far as to remove it, though that went against disrupting the natural form. Safiya had always been thankful that hers was quite hidden within folds. But Elriash found it with hardly an effort. His tongue pounds against it, spiking arousal so hot and intense that Safiya’s hips are jolting toward him. Her body gives up, the dragonling catching her. Panting, she grabs onto his robes, holding tight, looking up at him.

“You truly are an impressive creature,” he says, smiling, his lips glistening with her arousal.

She flushes, reaching a hand up to slice back some dark hair. She can feel the warmth throughout, her own thighs soaked with lust. “Did… did you require my service?” she asks. When he raises a brow, smiling, she lowers her other hand toward his waist, questing through the robes. Soon she gasps, feeling something hard and ridged, stiff.

“I am still a monster,” he reminds her, his hands moving to brush back her hair. “The pheromones…”

“It would be rather rude for me not to return the favor,” she breathes, feeling her own lust spiking further. She knows her eyes glisten, and feels a strain of mischief, perhaps born by the delight swimming in her veins. “I know how to service a man with my mouth.”

“From books?”

“And other things,” she smiles, moving to draw him out from the robes. She gasps as she feels his thickness touching the air. Safiya’s gaze shifts, and the member is even more impressive than those boasted by the dragonling soldiers. It stands proud, ridges even at the top. Little scales and ridges line its entire length, all looking almost perfectly sculpted from copper. Safiya may only have an academic understanding of sexual, but even she realizes that such a thing would tease such parts of a woman. That isn’t even considering the spicy musk that fills the air.

“Why do you smell better than other monsters?” she asks, looking to him as her hand strokes him. She can feel a pang of guilt, but she is too far now, too curious, too aroused. She flushes, that embarrassment rising, her question making it worse.

“Diet,” he replies, chuckling, “and I’ve found females far more willing if I take the time to… enhance my scent,” there’s a pause as he studies her, “I can already see some of the hunger in you. You don’t have to…”

But Safiya is already lowering. Perhaps it’s the drink in her veins or her own pulsing heat, or her driving curiosity. This was sin; sin embodied in that member as it rose before her. She takes it, running her hands along it, marveling at its length and girth, at the scent. Her mouth lowers, inhaling the richness of him, another shiver rocking her. She breaths, nearly inhaling all of him. Debauched, perhaps, but he smells simply delicious. Her mouth parts as she trails about him.

The flavor explodes, reminding her of the drink. Her eyelids roll, shivering at the delight upon her tongue. She opens her mouth, running her tongue over it. “Gods,” she breathes, “I’m beginning to understand why females flock to your kind,” as he chuckles she flushes, but moves her head. Her lips part to take his head, and she circles. Her tongue lolls for a few moments, teasing. The books said that the head was sensitive, and she wagered that translated. Judging by the hiss from the dragonling, it must be true.

Feeling a surge of sinful delight, Safiya bobs her head along the few inches. A hand holds him steady, rolling down with each motion. The other has drifted, and she feels it delving under her skirt. Her still moist lips are hot with need, and her fingers brush against it, nearly sliding. A groan leaves her mouth as she pushes onward. Lips stretch and soon she’s gliding several inches of him within her mouth.

Her teeth graze along his scales, and she realizes how much tougher he must be than mortal men. She looks up, smiling, taking a slight nibble and enjoying the groan of him. Her hand tightens, working him more and more. Soon she’s bobbing eagerly, wanton, driven by lust and desire to feed. His hand has slid into her hair, bunching the black between them. She groans, eyelids fluttering. Her tongue lolls about his slit.

She should stop. Taking monster seed was dangerous. Even one load could make her addicted, and not simply to the creature of origin. She could grow wet from smelling those she fought against. Could become a liability. Not to mention that she was sworn to another. She can see her bracer on the hand holding him. But she cannot stop. Her need drives her, her throat contorting as she takes more and more of him.

“Safiya… I’m…” he warns, his head moving to pull her off. But her want pushes her forward, nearly gobbling, “You need to…” he insists, but she’s nearly biting him. Lips purse, her hand gripping his shaft tight, as if afraid that he’ll part. She feels him pulsing, first against her palm, then splattering against her. She swallows desperately, that first load sliding heat within her.

As it slides into her belly, Safiya trembles. She can feel it pooling about her heat, spreading, and a sensation of dread washes after. The taste is too good, the delight too filling. No, no, no! she’s damned herself. She tries pulling back, feeling him exploding along her tongue. She pulls completely off, and still he spurts. It lands upon her face, forcing an eye closed. More sprays against her hair, the shimmering fluid looking almost golden. Panting, Safiya looks up, astonished at herself and at him.

“I.. I have to go,” she insists, rising unsteadily. She wipes at her face with her hands, not realizing her fingers are delving into her mouth until the rich taste fills her. She groans, smoothing down her skirt. She can hear Elriash protesting, but she’s already moving, skittering into the night.

Does one sin lead to a fall?

 

[darkest_fate]

My true beloved,



I must confess something to you. I so wish to merely behave as if all is the same. That I am the pure hero I was during my last letter. It is beyond tempting to lie to you, for how would you know? But we must be true.

I… I have experienced pleasure. With not another man, but… but a monster, though I am loathe to call him such. He is a dragonling scholar I met while celebrating. We connected in many ways, and soon I drank his alcohol. His touch set my blood aflame, and I found myself giving way to him. He coaxed pleasures from me, and I returned them in kind.

I understand this is wrong, a betrayal of our vows. I will fully understand if you can no longer hold to our commitment, and wish an annulment. I cannot believe I fell in this moment of weakness. But do not the scriptures say that we all sin? That to be human is to sin? That to sin is to live, and to live is to sin?

I still truly love you with all my heart and soul. I beg your forgiveness of this transgression. I must away now. We are patrolling our newly freed city, another further into the campaign. Battles have won us this territory, and we are thankful to simply hold it for now. I must serve with my fellows.

You are still foremost in my thoughts and heart.



Forever yours,

Safiya

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Safiya thought of her letter as she patrolled alongside Wahida. The new town, Shadow’s Hold, has long been on the border of the sands and the monster held wilds. On the other side of said wilds were fierce fighters, like the warrior queen Bryony and the Divine Empress Phyllia. They held their line, and the Allied Sands held this.

But this town was… unique. Monsters and people lived together, though in heavily fortified districts. Normally humans wouldn’t dare enter the monster part of town, particularly females. But disturbing rumors of certain… activities were coming. It was said that there were illegal houses where a female could hire a monster for pleasures. When Safiya heard of such, she could taste the spice upon her tongue.

None knew of her transgression save for her love. She’d confessed in her last letter, the one at her thoughts. What made matters worse was that Elriash’s words had proved a prediction. Often Safiya’s thoughts drifted toward the monsters, and she could feel her lower belly churning. She must overcome these thoughts, must not be defeated by sin.

Perhaps that’s why she volunteered to go, alongside Wahida. Their veils stifled most of the musk. Still bits of it lingered, reminding Safiya of her indiscretion. She can feel a churning heat, a mixture of guilt and arousal that she wished she could fully tamper down. Best to ignore it. Simply a mixture of alcohol and the rush of recent victory. They were in another city now, Elriash somewhere far away.

“It’s said that the houses lay just in the next block over,” Safiya said, pointing, Wahida nodding. There were only a few of them. Given the situation, soldiers were acting as much a peacekeepers as anything else. Tensions ran high, as could be seen in the stares. But many of those coming from the various monsters were hardly derogatory. Quite a few openly gaped at the pretty mage. Knowing the lustful gaze of monsters settled upon her made Safiya’s belly churn, that telling heat broiling up again.

The two soldier mages fell into a slow, cautious step. Safiya could just hear sounds coming from around the corner, muffled lewd noises. The musk grew thicker still, punching even through the veils. Safiya barely suppressed a shiver, and could see Wahida nearly gagging beside her. They exchanged looks, nodding, and moved forward.

Sure enough, they could see a monster, a dragonling with patchy, unclean scales leaning against a wall. A dark haired woman knelt before him, hand upon his member. Safiya and Wahida froze, not quite believing what they were seeing. For the woman wore the uniform of a soldier, the white cloth quite apparent in this dusty alley.

“So, I’ll service you now, and in return…” she said, before moving to gently lick the tip of his member. The dragonling nodded quickly, sealing the deal. The two incoming soldiers had to gape, particularly as they realized who that voice belonged to. The pretty young soldier tongued the cock with expert skill, which was hardly surprising to those that knew Zaina’s reputation.

Safiya could feel a broiling in her center, a tightening, a memory flooding through. For a moment, she pictured herself in Zaina’s position, tasting the musky flavor of monster cock, sliding her lips over its warm, scaly flesh. Despite herself she could feel a flush coming, but fortunately she could hide it as embarrassment, particularly as Wahida gasped a name.

Zaina jerked off, looking shocked for a moment. Her eyes narrowed dangerously at Safiya, running over the young mage quickly. A smirk appeared, and she gave the dragonling’s cock a few more strokes, almost as if taunting.

“Sleeping with the enemy is forbidden!” said Wahida.

“As are illegal pleasure houses,” continued Safiya, nodding. She conjured magical cuffs from the air, stepping forward. The dragonling was still a little too stunned to move, particularly since Zaina’s hand remained wrapped about his member.

“Relax. It’s just a way to unwind,” insisted the soldier, moving to tongue the head of the cock again. “What’s the harm?”

“Its against Scriptures!” insisted Safiya flushing. “I shall have to report you as well, Zaina. She reached down, pausing for a moment as the thick aroma of the dragonling wafted toward her. It smelled so much more pungent than Elriash had. Thick, with a sort of musk that nearly made Safiya’s head spin. Zaina reached up with a free hand to shift Safiya’s veil, smiling impishly. “I knew you had the taste,” she purred, keeping her voice low.

Safiya’s eyes hardened. She yanked her fellow soldier to her feet, cuffing as she read rights. Wahida moved to the dragonling, who didn’t put up a fight. He did smile, flicking his tongue at the two female soldiers. His hips moved in an almost taunting manner, but they both ignored him.

“We’ll turn you over to our superiors,” insisted Safiya. “They’ll know how to best handle you.”

Still feeling a slight flush, she marched the two through the streets. Wahida complimented her, quite certain that this would help lead them to further knowledge. Surely they were in the right area, and they were even uncovering corruption within the ranks!

All Safiya could think of was her lusts. And she wondered if she’d still be walking Zaina to the jail if Wahida hadn’t been there…

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My dearest beloved,



It thrilled me to see your letter! I don’t believe it’s in response to my last, as you are acting as if all is fine. I can certainly guarantee that my purity remains intact, at least in body, if not soul. I struggle with my past sin, but it is through struggles that we can grow and become stronger. I have all the faith in us and in our cause.

Recently we apprehended a fellow soldier who was propositioning a dragonling. She has since claimed that she was working to uncover a hidden sex ring in this city, but I have my doubts. The superiors believe she was acting in good intent, though she was still reprimanded for dereliction of duty. They have been questioning the prisoner now, hoping he can reveal more about the city. He claims to have connections to the underbelly.

I think on you daily. Of your touch. Of your kiss. I long to be returned into your embrace. I am considering requesting a leave to visit you, to perhaps rekindle the fires of our relationship. Your last letter did seem to lack some of the passion I recall with such fondness. I can only hope such emotions remain despite my earlier confessions.



Yours in longing,

Safiya

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Safiya’s gut twisted as Baqir called her into his headquarters. He’d taken over a small office in the claimed district of Shadow’s Hold, filling it with his spellbooks and the like. The impressive master mage sat behind a desk now, frowning as he looked over various reports. Safiya thudded her fist to her chest in salute, standing at perfect attention.

“At ease, mage,” Baqir said without looking up. He frowned, gesturing toward a map pinned to the wall. “We’ve been running around like a headless cock,” he said, “trying to chase down these houses of ill repute, these dens of sin.”

The word itself made Safiya twist. She’d been hoping this would be about her request for leave, but apparently it was more a reference to her apprehending and interrupting that illegal sexual act. “We have uncovered a few deviants…” she said, pausing as Baqir waved her comments away.

“We’re chasing the wasps, but the nest remains,” he said, looking up at her. “You were present at the arrest of the dragonling?” As Safiya nodded, he continued. “He continues to claim connections. Says that he knows of houses where illegal sex trade occurs. According to him, human females and monsters regularly copulate in a series of dens.”

Safiya nodded. “So surely we can determine their location?”

“We could,” said Baqir, sighing. “But the beast is being damned difficult. His directions are cagey, and he insists that he’ll only fully reveal the location if he’s allowed to escort someone.”

Safiya’s head tilted. “That sounds very much like a trap, sir.”

“It does,” agreed the mage, nodding. “But he refuses to reveal any information to any of our questioners. Now, I’m sure you’re wondering why I called you?’

“By now it’s rather obvious, sir,” said Safiya. When Baqir’s brow rose, she nodded. “He obviously requested to speak directly with me?’

Baqir snorted. “His exact request was for the ‘pretty one that arrested me,’ along with some rather lewd description of your build,” Safiya flushed, and Baqir clicked his tongue. “I could never ask this of you, but it’s entirely possible that this sex ring could lead to something more. It is an act of rebellion against us, and such acts can spawn greater problems.”

“I… I can speak with him,” offered Safiya.

Baqir met her gaze. “He asked to speak with you alone. I realize that’s not entirely appropriate,” his gaze flicked to her bracer.

Safiya nervously rubbed the bangle. “Sometimes necessity dictates we put aside such cares,” she insisted, nodding. Baqir sighed, but reached for a paper, handing it up to her. She was hardly surprised to see a request for her to enter their holding cells and see the prisoner. Safiya took another deep breath, nodding as she met his gaze. She turned to go.

“Safiya!” she stopped, turning to look at her commander, “If this should turn well, we can expediate that request for leave. Shouldn’t be a problem.”

Safiya flashed a smile, hurrying out of the office, scroll in hand. She desperately needed to return home, to see her beloved once more. That moment in the alley had stirred something in her, and she could feel the churning. There was little doubt that she had a minor addiction to monster musk, but she was quite confident that she could handle it with some time away from them, from this, from her duties.

Safiya clutched the scroll tighter in her hands. She simply had to talk with the dragonling. Uncover the location of this den, at absolute most be escorted there. Simple. She strode confidently through the yard, seeing a few of her fellows casting looks her direction. Zaina’s eyes met hers, and the treacherous soldier smirked, sketching a quick bow.

Safiya quickened her pace, entering another part of their extended compound. Through a post, her uniform serving as credentials, then further into the bowels. The jail was taken over from a private dungeon that they’d found, one they certainly didn’t want to consider overmuch. It was merely a series of connected rooms, mostly used for sobering up various drunken soldiers. But it had obviously been built with the intent of housing monsters at some point, as there were a few solitary cells with braziers positioned to light scents.

Safiya showed her credentials to the head guard on duty, who nodded and called forth a pair of older men to escort her further. One, a grandfatherly sort with a gray beard, eyed her. “You should be careful, maiden, he is a monster.”

“Ah, but you’re forgetting, this is Safiya, a slayer of his kind,” said the other, flashing her a smile. “I’m sure she’ll more than handle herself.” This didn’t seem to diminish the older soldier’s concern much, but he fell into silence.

The braziers wafted heavy smoke, the crackling of their fires dimming sound. The two guards looked to her, and she nodded. A heavy latching was removed, allowing a first, thick, soundproof door to open. Another followed, a simple barred affair. The dragonling sat patiently on a board chained to the wall, acting as a seat.

Safiya stepped into the cell, nearly gagging at the musk. The guards offered her a scented handkerchief, but she shook her head, knowing such a thing would only make matters worse. They exchanged looks, before handing her a magical warning system, one that would activate a flash of light and sound outside. Then they closed the doors, leaving Safiya alone with the creature.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to simply adjust to the heavy musk. It made her head spin, thoughts chasing one another for a few moments. But she knew she must adjust.

“You’re even more attractive than I remember,” the creature growled from its position. She met his gaze, her dark eyes flashing. “Ooo, and that look! Such vengeance. Like we both know you haven’t tried it before,” he gestured toward his waist. Already his disgusting member had started to unfurl from its sheath. The dirty bronze tool bore only a passing resemblance to Elriash’s impressive member. Some strange substances clung to its ridges and curls, and they more frequently seemed to be bulbous outcroppings than elegant designs. Worst of all, his stench wafted even more heavily.

“I am here because you refused to speak with anyone else,” she said simply, folding her arms. She flushed, knowing it pushed her impressive bust out slightly, but didn’t want to shift and draw attention to that.

“True,” agreed the dragonling. He shifted. “Also because you’ve got that craving. Hoping for a taste?” he gestured.

Safiya’s eyes narrowed further, a hand rising to summon crackling energies. “I should put you down for even suggesting such a thing!” she intoned, her voice nearly as cold as the air chilling about her fingers.

“Yeah,” he said, shifting back, “but then you’d never uncover your dirty and dangerous sex ring, would you?”

Safiya’s gaze narrowed, and she dismissed the ice. “Well, what is it that you want?” she asked. “We’ve already agreed to provide you clemency should you volunteer information and guide us to—”

“Yeah,” he sniffed, rubbing at his snout, “if you just march soldiers in, they’ll move. They have magicks to shift the doors.” He held up a finger. “You’ll need to sneak someone who can magically tether the place first. Of course,” he smirked, “she’d have to be attractive, willing to be near monsters, and likely a least a little addicted to monster cock,” he held his fingers up, indicating a small amount. His filthy fangs showed in a smile. “Know anyone who fits the description?”

Safiya snorted, tossing her head, feeling the fine black strands dancing above her bottom. “Not in this army,” she insisted. “And I have a feeling you’re hiding further information, working to set up a trap.”

He shrugged. “Shame you can prove it.”

Safiya rolled her eyes. “If you’re not going to share any further information, there’s little point in continuing.”

“Please,’ he stretched his hands, “you’re not even trying. Shouldn’t you incentivize me? After all, I said I could lead you, or, well, someone who meets that criteria, directly to the den. Of course, if you’re willing to just let sin continue, and for innocent females to be scooped off for sexual servitude to monsters…”

Safiya’s eyes flashed, the temptation to simply bespell him and be done with it. But dragonlings were naturally resilient to charming spells, and usually too intelligent. Worse, he was right: she needed the information, needed his cooperation. Safiya took a deep breath, wincing as she tasted his musk on the inhale. “What… incentive would aid you? Gold?”

He shrugged. “I’m a simple dragonling of simple needs,” he said. With another fanged smile, he gestured toward his waist. “Service me.”

“What?” Safiya snapped.

The dragonling snorted. “We both know you’ve been thinking about it. Probably dabbled? Or just curious? Frankly I don’t give a shit. I’ll even be generous,” he tapped his snout, “just use your mouth. Let me reach completion, and I’ll be more than willing to betray my kind.”

“You’re disgusting!” hissed Safiya. “And if you’re that interested, then we can find a willing whore to—”

“But why search when we have one right here?” he asked, gesturing.

Safiya raised her hand again, but this time, didn’t quite summon the magic. She sighed, lowering it in frustration. Safiya turned toward the door, then back at the dragonling, then toward the door. This was insane! She couldn’t actually be considering his offer? But… it may help her shake the thoughts she’d been having. Clearly this was a far more disgusting monster. Elriash had been an exception, not the rule. She’d service this one, feel the utter disgust, and move on. Plus she would be greatly sacrificing for the good of all humanity.

“Name’s Lonxax, by the by,” drawled the dragonling. “Figured you’d want to know it, since you’ll be wrapping those pretty lips around my cock soon.”

Safiya glared at him.

“The glares are just gonna make me harder,” he drawled, gesturing toward his cock. It was still rather large, obviously larger than most men. His thick musk continued to fill the cell, growing thicker by the moment. Safiya could feel her loins burning, could sense the tightness in her chest, centered around her nipples.

“Once,” she said, “and simply a service with my mouth,” she took a few steps forward. “If you try anything further, I’ll freeze it off.”

“Kinky,” purred Lonxax. When Safiya raised a hand, he raised his in surrender, “fine, fine, deal. I won’t push anything further. I’ll even keep my hands away like a good like monster.”

He tucked his hands behind his head, shifting his hips forward. His member stood erect in the air, disgusting, foul. Yet Safiya could feel her blood heating as she looked upon it. The thick stench curdled in her gut, insisting that she move away. But she must dismiss this drive, purge herself. Taking a deep breath, she lowered herself to her knees.

“Gods,” she breathed, nose wrinkling, recoiling from him, “it’s worse up close…”

“Well, it only gets washed by spit,” drawled Lonxax, “and you kinda interrupted my last bathing.”

Safiya’s face contorted in disgust. She raised a hand, circling it about his shaft, and almost immediately pulled away, fingers stretching. There was almost something sticky to him, little bits. Gods, he truly was a repulsive creature. Leaning forward, Safiya spit upon his cock. When her initial attempts didn’t work, she hovered directly above him. Forcing out some drool, she drizzled it over his cock, while he moaned.

“Yeah, that’s what I wanna see. Gonna wash it all up, right?”

Safiya ignored him, moving her hand, gathering the spittle. She fought back a retch as her hand glided along, using her spittle to at least get some of the worst bits of him off. Yet instead of the stench dissipating, it grew stronger. It assailed her nose, filling her nostrils. Despite not having touched him with her mouth, she could taste his thick flavoring upon her tongue. It lingered, beckoning to her core, fanning the internal flames.

Gods, it made her head spin. She ran her hand along the cock, less cleaning than examining, feeling the unique ridges and bulges. Some of his bits seemed to almost have spongy spots, and there were certainly interesting divets.

“Bit of a scholar, huh?” asked Lonxax. Startled, Safiya looked up at him. “Figuring out the cock and all that? What, different than the last?” he smirked. “Way better than a man’s, right?”

Safiya let out a wry laugh, reaching up to tuck some of her ebony hair behind an ear. Time to just… get this over with. Elriash hadn’t lasted all that long, though they had kissed and fondled before this. But this male had been here for some time, and likely was denied touch. Should be even quicker. Safiya lowered her mouth, giving an almost chaste kiss to the tapered head. The taste hit her hard, making her gag, lowering her mouth, covering it for a few moments.

“Yeah, it can be a bit to get adjusted to. You’re not cursed… yet,” he flashed fangs, only flinching slightly as Safiya summoned ice around his dick. “Just relax. Not like we don’t have time.”

Grumbling, Safiya again adjusted her hair. Taking a breath, she parted her lips, sliding over his head. The dragonling let out a hiss, and she knew she was at least succeeding to some degree. Eyes fluttered closed, she bobbed on the sensitive head, using her other hand to run over his cock. Her technique nearly mirrored what she’d done with Elriash, but as she’d anticipated, her stomach curdled. This very act disgusted her, knowing that she was doing it, servicing this filthy cock willingly.

Oh thank the gods, it was just Elriash! Or… or was that worse?

Safiya groaned, sliding up and down. She swallowed, taking in a few more inches. His taste was powerful, strong, filled her, slid down her throat. Little bits of something gathered from her tongue, and she nearly gagged again, forcing herself out. Saliva stretched toward the member, which she held loosely in one hand while she breathed, gathering herself.

“Yeah, if you’re not gonna do better than that, we’re gonna be here a while,” drawled the dragonling. Safiya shot him another glare, and he chuckled. “Hey,” he said, nodding, “just suggesting, but why don’t you show me those tits of yours?”

“I didn’t agree to—”

“You agreed to get me off,” he said, “and you’re sucking at it, and not in a good way. So how about you show me some inspiration? You got an impressive pair. Might as well flaunt them.”

Safiya moved to lick him again, but paused, considering. Showing her breasts was technically a step down, wasn’t it? She chewed her lip, before finally relenting. Reaching down, she undid the many fastenings and buttons along the vest portion of her uniform top. The buttons near her chest popped free almost eagerly, making her flush.

“Could barely contain those puppies, huh?” said Lonxax. His cock surged, another wave of his musk hitting Safiya.

Wincing, she finished. Next, she reached down, untucking her undershirt and rolling both it and her vest upward. Several inches of her luscious tanned tummy were bared, soft skin touching the low light of the dungeon. Safiya pushed onward, rolling her top over, showing off the brassiere covering her impressive chest. She strained at the soft cotton, which supported her quite impressive. Two little nubs showed at the center, and she knew them to be the dusky points of her nipples.

“There,” she said, grabbing his cock again, “satisfied?”

“Not really,” said the dragonling. He reached down, snapping the bottom of her bra, “with this in the way, you might as well still be dressed.”

Sighing, Safiya reached down and pulled that up. Two impressive tanned orbs bounded free in defiance of gravity. They stood at youthful attention, bountiful, far more than a handful. Dusky nipples capped each, looking absolutely magnificent.

“Wow, you’re fucking stacked!” crowed Lonxax, hardly the eloquent praise from Elriash. It, and all of this, just disgusted Safiya further. She moved her head toward his member. Again lips parted, and she bobbed several inches along him. Lips pursed as she sucked, hand working along the remaining length. That flavor filled her yet again, but it wasn’t quite enough. She found herself bobbing harder, wanting more. Without encouragement, she began swallowing, pushing herself further and further down the cock. She could feel her throat convulsing, but she wanted more, wanted to be filled with it.

Shivering, Safiya pulled up, eagerly stroking, pointing the thing toward her. He did seem hard, quite so, but he wasn’t exactly surging or expanding in her mouth.

“Hey, sorry, guess I’m just used to whores,” said Lonxax. He sighed. “Guess I won’t be showing you the pleasure dens…”

“Wait!” gasped Safiya, pulling from his mouth. She reached down, pulling up and off her vest and top, leaving only the bra, which had rolled up enough to be less a covering and more an adornment, “I… I’ll service you with my breasts.”

“What, you’ve done that before?” asked Lonxax, quirking a brow.

“Ah, no,” admitted Safiya, chewing her lip, “but I’ve read of it. And it cannot be hard,” she reached up, moving forward. Her hands gathered her titflesh on either side, pinning his dick in the middle. Safiya winced as she felt it pressing against the soft valley of her cleavage, but as she’d expected, she had enough. Her arms pressed further together, squeezing it. She began rocking up and down, rubbing along him, using her breasts to work him.

Lonxax now began to groan and hiss. His head lolled back, hands drifting toward Safiya’s body. She smirked at that. “You may touch me,” she said, knowing herself in full control. His hands moved down, groping at her breasts, sending a little shiver of arousal into her core. She groaned, moving her head down, licking the tip as it jutted out of the soft valley of her flesh. Her body bobbed as she worked, sliding up and down all along him. Her spittle glazed her breasts, glazed him. Soon she could see his seed bubbling up. Warmth spread along her chest, glazing them still further.

A head bent, and her tongue flicked, gathering the seed. As expected, the taste was most foul. But… but it also sent a pulse of pleasure into her core. Safiya groaned, rolling her body, bobbing her tits upon him. The monster had begun thrusting in earnest, still making his noises. Within moments, Safiya could feel him pulsing, heard his hiss.

“Fuck, I’m gonna…” he breathed. Safiya needed no further warning. Her head shot down, breasts closing tight. She felt him exploding, his first load jetting up into her mouth. She swallowed, ready for that, ready even for the next as it slid down, its warmth spreading sin throughout her. Yet her mouth could not contain the next. She almost burped it up, the seed spreading over her breasts. A fine coating of his white seed soon spread across her chest. Her bobbing spread it more and more, breasts almost working it inward. Fuck, it smelled amazing, tasted even better.

Eagerly she bobbed, tongue lolling at it, gathering the last bits. Finally she felt his last shivers. Safiya pushed her chest together, working him all the way up to the tip, before pulling off. Panting, she sat back, looking up at him. She didn’t know it, but there was a shimmer of hearts in her eyes, a flash that had Lonxax grinning.

“You know,” he said, “if you want, I can go another round. I’m not some pathetic man…”

Safiya shook her herself. Her lips parted, and for a moment, she considered it. Her sex burned, a need unfulfilled, but she quickly shook her head. Standing up, she yanked her bra down, sliding it over her cum and spit stained chest. “No, no, once,” she said, looking around for her top. She yanked the uniform down, turning to him. “You’ll cooperate?”

Lonxax chuckled, laying back, “And then some,” he agreed.

Nodding, Safiya hurriedly tucked her shirt back into her skirt. She hastily did up the buttons on her vest, adjusting them. Her chest ached, and she could still feel his cum drying upon them. Worse, she could smell the thick musk, hanging around her, leaving little doubt. But why bother? She’d just been in a cell, of course, she smelled of monster musk.

Adjusting her hair, she strode out. “He’ll cooperate,” she told the guards, nodding. They both stared for a few moments, and Safiya glanced down. She realized that her uniform looked decidedly rumpled, and she adjusted, “I had to get… physical with him,” she insisted, before reaching up, swiping at the side of her lip, realizing there was a bit of white there. Flushing, she hurried back to her quarters.