Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

Laying down as she is, her tail can't wag quite as excitedly as it tries to, though it rapidly thumps into the floor as Emilia's heart flutters at the 'praise' she was being given as she leans upward and begins to do her duty with her tongue, licking at Annabelle without hesitation or regard to her own dignity. Of course, her hand wastes no time either, her fingers gently tracing a path along Annabelle's inner thigh until reaching her slit and slowly starting to probe her, not being rough, yet.
 
Annabelle grunts and takes Emilia's hand, pulling it forcefully into her. "Hurry up, slut, I haven't got all day," she commands, and once again, Emilia feels a strong compulsion to obey. As she looks out, in the slice of the room she can see past Annabelle's ass, it seems that people are watching with clear interest. A few of them have left...but not many.
 
Compelled as she was, Emilia couldn't resist even if she wanted to, and with any pretense of being gentle gone, she starts to forcefully fist Annabelle while continuing to lick her from the other end, her own body squirming at the sensation of being watched as she made a such a public slut of herself with no way or desire to stop it. As she was now, she just wanted to please her mistress so that she'd do what she suggested and give Emilia to the entire bar, and if she was lucky, even more afterward, as the aasimar's barely coherent thoughts shifted from being fucked silly in the bar to her body being paraded about the streets as she was used by beasts for all to enjoy. Of course, that thought only made her redouble her efforts with Annabelle as she did her best to prove herself in the moment.
 
Annabelle continues to ride Emilia hard, sighing happily as the aasimar ramps up the pace and force of her handjob. It isn't long before the half-succubus's hips slam down more forcefully, grinding hard against Emilia's face, and then she sighs and rolls off her. "All right, who's up next?" she calls out.

The two humanoid wolves stand in unison. "Dibs on her cunt," one of them calls back, his voice husky, and the other sighs in an exaggerated fashion. "All right, I'll take her mouth," she says, her tone mock-annoyed. The two of them both shed matching light chain and clothing once they reach the aasimar, revealing the male to be well-endowed with a canine cock and the female to have three rows of small breasts. "Mmmm," the male says, running paws down her skin, while the female squeezes her breasts, her claws digging in painfully, drawing rivulets of blood.

"All right, up you go," the male says after a few moments, picking her up and flipping her over. He holds her up until she figures out that he wants her on her hands and knees, then slams himself into her, driving right up to the knot on the first thrust, so hard that he damn near knocks her back to the floor. "Bitch is tight!" he grunts, rocking against her, as the female sighs again, kneeling in front of her and guiding her mouth down to her pussy. "Go easy," she instructs, her tone slightly bored. "I want to come with my boy, and he's got some stamina."
 
Gasping for air and wimpering at the same time as Annabelle moved away, Emilia's tail wags sadly for a moment, until she hears her friend call out for others to make use of her. Seeing the two 'wolves' stand up, her eyes follow them both, watching them expectantly until they disrobe, where she becomes entranced by the male's shaft and knot, her tail wagging excitedly as she smiles, happy to serve her masters.

She doesn't resist as she's flipped over, but does wiggle her ass invitingly for him, her eyes rolling up as she cries out in ecstasy as he thrusts to the hilt, the knot easily forcing its way inside her. Of course, the motion puts her face into the female's cunt as she dutifully begins to probe it with her tongue, doing her utmost to find her weakest points. She wanted to cum at the same time as her boy, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy herself until he was finally ready to fill her sacred place. Of course, to everyone else in the bar, she'd just look like a needy whore, but those who were more observant might be able to notice that her shoulders were tensed as if prepared to help support a heavy weight pressing down on her, even though the two humanoid wolves seemed to prefer being on two legs.
 
The male wolf starts humping her, his knot pulling out and pushing back in, each and every stroke, rubbing and pulling at the lips of her pussy as he begins riding her. The female wasn't lying - his strokes are steady and rhythmic, showing no sign of speeding up and certainly no sign of cumming, even as he growls, snarls, and yips excitedly above her. One of his hands is still braced on her hip, the other apparently rubbing the female's six breasts. The female, meanwhile, is much less enthusiastic, remaining silent and only passively grinding even as she gets very, very wet.

After several minutes pass, the male's thrusts finally start to take on a more frenetic tempo, and the female perks up. "All right, go hard now, he's close," she orders. Indeed, less than ten thrusts later, the male thrusts in hard, back arching as he lets out a long, wordless howl and his knot swells up inside her and he starts spraying cum into her needy cunt. He swings a leg over her hip, turning his back to her and locking the knot in place so that none of that hot canine cum can leak out.
 
Doing as ordered, Emilia does her best to swiftly bring the female to her own orgasm, valiantly probing her with her tongue, licking at all her most sensitive spots to bring her to climax in tandem with her apparent son. Emilia herself moaned out, gasping and on edge herself as the knot swelled inside her, but somehow, even as her cunt was flooded with the male's seed, she couldn't quite find release herself. Of course, even without that, she knew she existed to serve others and be used for their pleasure, not her own, so she didn't think too much on it...at least not yet.

As the male flips over to lock his knot inside though, she doesn't stop gyrating her hips, though she does slow down the pace, trying to milk his shaft for every last drop, with what little freedom of motion she still had.
 
The female wolf grinds her cunt into Emilia's face, whimpering a little as she comes. The male laughs in delight and pleasure as Emilia milks him, his own hips rolling slightly to keep stirring his cock around inside her as he pumps more and more into her.

"Oh, you fucking knotted her?" a voice calls. "Screw that, I'm not waiting half an hour for this." There's the sound of a chair being pushed back, and then suddenly three hundred pounds of bloat mage is on top of Emilia, a significant portion of that weight being held up by her. Fortunately, she's held up larger things while they fucked her, and so she isn't unduly burdened by the weight, though the rolls of fat and the feeling of a dozen leeches being crushed between the bloatmage's body and her own are...not exactly appealing. Neither is the slightly rancid smell of him and the rough, clumsy nature of his groping at her breasts. His dick, fairly small it must be acknowledged, slips into the aasimar's ass and the bloatmage starts pounding her. Several of the bar's patrons laugh.
 
Somehow, even despite giving herself willingly, eagerly, to rotting undead, part of Emilia still recoiled as the bloatmage had his way with her. Still, in spite of the gagging and gurgling feeling building up in her throat, she still does her best to please one of her many new masters. Of course, with the limitations of her position, there was little more she could do but flex her lower muscles to try and squeeze around his cock. None of the shame or humiliation mattered. She was blissfully fulfilling her orders, and that was what was important. Nothing else could detract from that, and every ounce of what she should've been feeling only made that bliss feel stronger.
 
The bloatmage keeps going, panting and grunting above her until finally the full weight of his body falls on her, landing hard enough that the wolf's knot rips out of her and she lands on the floor hard enough to knock the wind out of her. The bloatmage starts cumming inside her, before there's a sudden wrenching feeling. It resolves, when Emilia rolls over, into Svana dragging the bloatmage off her, Annabelle standing next to her. He looks as though he's about to start a fight, until he looks into Svana's eyes and sees the shadow of torment lingering there. Cowed, he turns and sulks off.

"Right, then, that's enough," Annabelle says. As simply as that, Emilia feels the compulsion fade, and the full, disgusting reality of what just happened sinks in.
 
As reality suddenly sinks in, Emilia retches a little, but holds it all in...though whether it's out of a perverted desire or simple pride at not wanting to let the bar see her somehow even more defeated, she can't say. Instead she just rests on all fours, her arms and legs barely holding her up as she looks meekly at her 'rescuers'. It takes her a moment to try to speak, and when she does, Annabelle would see the mage's cum still on her tongue, "I...I need to get out of here...but I'm not sure I can stand..."

Once either of them get close enough to just whisper though, she tries to speak up again, keeping her voice low, as she desperately tries to find anything she can latch onto mentally to keep her from hating what she's become, "and we still need to get inside that...that place," she says, having the presence of mind to at least not tell the whole bar their destination in case she's not as quiet as she thinks.
 
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