Spa Day: Part 2

A Short Story by Bo Blackstar

[f/m, f/f, m/f/f, non-con, oral sex, gambling, anal, compulsion, cowgirl, shit-talking, a super nerd-ass tabletop game taken extremely seriously, slavery]

“Recreational Gambling”

While Frisk and Shori enjoy their exotic bath…

Taela finished the examination of her room quickly, then got to changing. Off came her bracers, high boots, belt, and finally her comfortable tunic. She took a minute to wash in the room’s basin, conjuring her own water instead of using the pitcher provided. Carefully, she took her hair out of its braid and brushed out the long blonde locks until it was all straight and even. Last, she pulled the evening’s outfit from her pack and laid it out on the bed.

It was a long, low-cut, high-slit red dress. A gift from someone who had wanted to see her in it. Taela felt a small sort of satisfaction as she reassured herself that he never would. That would have required admitting that she thought it was beautiful, and it fit her perfectly. Completely unacceptable, given the source of the gift. The half-elf slipped into the dress and examined herself, nodding with satisfaction at how it showed off her shapely legs, toned shoulders, and generally fit figure.

From what she could tell, the danger of the Scarlet Lodge wasn’t going to be sprung on them too early, so there was no need to rush through the information gathering stage. There was a particular method of luring out and exposing danger that Taela had always enjoyed:

Making herself a target.

There was something supremely satisfying in tricking a thick-headed, greedy, malicious oaf into pouncing, believing they have found an easy mark, only to learn that they are utterly outclassed. The succubus and her cronies would make for particularly pleasant prey.

Taela left her room and found her way to a lounge on the other side of the river. The aesthetic here was dark and clean, black taking the forefront with red and purple serving as accents. The bar along one wall was tended by a busty tiefling woman with blue-tinged skin wearing a flattering black corset, her head shaved clean save for one long braid of black hair. The bartender greeted Taela with a welcoming smile, but the half-elf passed her by and moved toward the back of the lounge.

Tables of varying sizes and shapes were arranged around the room, some with felt tops and others with emplaced boards or marked basins. A gambling den. Only a few of the tables were occupied, the odd handful of patrons betting coins and gems to excess. Taela surveyed the scene and noted a few people coming up from a staircase at the corner of the room. One of them was a young, scrappy-looking man with a scar on his chin, dressed in black layers. He had a sour expression, contrasted sharply by the bright grin of his companion, a stately-looking older woman with short-cropped hair and a warrior’s build. Coming along behind them was a narrow man in a brightly colored robe.

“I still don’t get the rules,” the robed man mumbled.

“March of Seasons is not a game for amateurs,” the older woman stated through her smile. She leaned closer to the scarred man, adding, “And very difficult to cheat at, wouldn’t you say?”

The scarred man scoffed. “Feh, dumb game anyway. Ten plat says you’ll blow through your extra years in a weekend.”

The older woman laughed. “Oh no, I know exactly how to make the most out of some added youth. Don’t be so mopey! You got off easy. I’m sure owing a demon a favor won’t be so bad at all…”

The trio passed by, and Taela found herself moving toward the staircase. March of Seasons was an elven game, an especially complex and involved one combining strategy and martial prowess as factions competed for influence of the board. It was also Taela’s favorite, and she had rarely seen it outside the elven homelands. Giddy at the thought of besting demons who gambled for years and favors at her favorite game, Taela headed downstairs with an uncharacteristic eagerness.

Down below, Taela discovered a dim, posh room wholly centered around the table that held the March of Seasons board. Around the edges of the room were comfortable-looking couches and tables lined with refreshments. Three players were resetting for a new round.

One was a stout, swarthy man wearing an intricately patterned skirt, and nothing else save for ornate bronze bands around his wrists. His head was shaven clean, making his long, braided beard stand out.

Opposite the shirtless man was an elf with long, flowing white hair that cascaded down her slender figure to her knees. The hair provided nearly as much coverage as her wispy, diaphanous dress, which seemed to consist of a few bands of rich purple fabric very carefully hung over her with the barest consideration to modesty.

Lastly, at the far end of the table was a slightly older man, about half a head taller than even Taela and broad-shouldered, with short black hair and a well-groomed beard. His skin was the color of dark moss, which showed well against his deep blue jacket and gray finery. Two tiny, black horns protruded from his hairline, making the man’s nature unmistakable.

All three turned their heads as Taela made her entrance.

“Oh, finally,” the elf sighed, raising her arms in dramatic fashion. “New blood that looks like it might know what it’s doing.” She lifted a thin glass full of dark wine to her lips and took a dainty sip. “Please, please my dear step up and take a turn,” she implored, patting the unoccupied side of the table.

The swarthy man looked Taela up and down twice before giving a nod and turning back to the task of resetting the board.

The demon at the far end sighed. “Forgive their rudeness,” he opened. “Welcome to what has recently seemed too much like our table. The quiet one is Besh, a royal shaman of some sort, for… someone. He won’t say much. This tempestuous vision is Andala, former court sorceress of Aer’ruil.”

“Crushingly dull, don’t bother asking,” Andala moaned.

“And I,” the demon continued. “I am Varun. Yes, I am a demon. No, I don’t work here. A pleasure to meet you, miss…?”

“Taela.” The ranger stepped up to the board cautiously, giving the table and surrounding room a quick examination for signs that something might be amiss.

Besh glanced up at her. “You know the game?”

“It’s been a while,” Taela answered, wanting to make it sound like she might be fuzzy on the particulars.

Varun’s lips curled into a grin, exposing pronounced canines that were just shy of being considered fangs. “Spoken like a hustler. We may have to watch out for this one.”

Andala swept her arms out, jutting her modest chest forward and just barely managing to avoid spilling her drink. “On with it! I nearly killed a whole bottle sitting out the last game and I am just about ready to either murder or fuck everything at this table. Let’s make it interesting already!”

“Alright, alright,” Varun chuckled. “I bet one favor to start,”

“One favor,” Besh echoed.

“One month,” Andala nodded. “Wait! No… One orgasm,” she corrected with a sly smirk.

“Whose?” Besh asked.

Andala shrugged. “Anyone’s. Just think of the possibilities!”

Varun shook his head, his broad shoulders bouncing with restrained laughter. “Alright, accepted. And you, Taela?”

Taela glanced around the table, examining the setup of the board and the factions each player had claimed. Every season had different objective and obligations, which is why the game could have so many combinations of winners and losers. The pieces laid out before her were for Winter, not her first choice but a very close second.

“You all seem to be on a roll, so I hope you don’t mind if I start small. Two weeks.”

Besh scoffed, but Varun replied with a slow nod.

“Very well,” the demon said, dark eyes glimmering. “We begin.”

The nature of March of Seasons involved a series of moves, contests, negotiations, and new wagers. Sometimes the new bets were accumulated as debts, but circumstances might call for a debt to be paid immediately. As the game progressed, the nature of the wagers started to take a turn.

“Just give me the mine, Besh!” Andala snapped. “You aren’t even using it!”

“It’s a resource,” the stout man shrugged. “No gifts.”

Andala groaned, then hurled her latest glass of wine against the wall behind her, shattering it. “Fine! What do you want for it? And I am not giving up any territory, so don’t even ask.”

Besh grinned. “I want your loud mouth around my cock until your next turn.”

A sweeping change came over the elf’s face. She beamed, bounced on her toes, and clasped her hands together. “Oh, wonderful! I thought I was going to have to wait until after dark again.” She leaned over to Talea, parts of her dress falling out of place in the process. “I love this part. It’s like having extra bargaining chips without actually giving up anything! Very well, Besh. I accept your terms! Now gimme that mine!”

Control of the mine was ceded, and Andala sauntered over to the other side of the table, where she dropped to her knees in front of Besh, mostly out of sight.

Taela quirked an eyebrow at Varun as the sounds of wanton slurping rose in the small basement room.

The well-dressed demon shrugged. “We like to have fun. It is a resort run by a succubus, after all. Really, this is sort of like us… paying a tip to the house for the use of their space.”

“You’ll forgive me if I don’t participate,” Taela said flatly, to which Varun raised his hands in concession. In truth, Taela’s mind was racing with all she could get away with once she really started playing. The thought of turning this demon and these perverts into her own temporary sex slaves in the house of a succubus was pretty tantalizing.

Taela made her move, which was an intrusion into territory right at the boarder of Andala’s lands.

The elf spoke up from her position on her knees. “Wait, what? That slut had bette--mmhp!” Her objections were cut off by brief choking and then another strained moan. Besh had taken hold of Andala’s head, his fingers gripping her long, white hair while he slowly and deliberately fucked her face at the edge of the game table.

Taela bit her lip, encouraged all the more to start pushing things. “And then I test to extend.”

Varun’s smile diminished slightly as he looked over the board, but it didn’t entirely disappear. One of the things that made the game so interesting was allowing players to enhance their actions with a test of martial skill, usually accuracy. Varun crossed the room to where a circular board was hung on the wall, marked with various lines and dyed sections. He retrieved a thin dagger from beside the board, and walked over to give the weapon to Taela.

“Thank you,” she said, and with a casual flick of her wrist the ranger flung the dagger into the center of the hung target board.

“Bullseye,” Varun declared. “Option to extend again.”

“Lucky me,” Taela smiled.

Andala’s muffled voice tried to ask something, but it was unintelligible.

“Oh, just suck it,” Besh complained.

Taela took another throw, striking just outside the bullseye this time. No need to show off just yet, and extending further at this point would have been a mistake. She finished her turn consolidating her newly gained influence, and the game continued.

Some time later, Varun’s tactic of safe, steady expansion was becoming a clear threat on the board. His early game had been spent gathering favors and influence, and he was cashing in at just the right times to cement his power. Andala’s style was aggressive and erratic, perfect for someone controlling the Spring faction, and she proved a consistent threat to any risky moves by the other players, though it often left her vulnerable. Besh was an opportunist, and a clever one, but he often held onto his resources longer than he needed to, and his growth was stymied as a result.

Taela was playing the long game, seeding advantages here and there that she still didn’t plan to capitalize on for several turns. In fact, in order to do so at all would require not one martial test, but several in a row. It was something she knew she could do, but most would consider too outrageous to gamble on. Especially since tests like that involved exponentially growing risks.

“Are you sure you don’t want the dress back?” Varun asked. He’s won Andala’s garment in a contest several turns ago, and they were currently negotiating for something else.

“Keep it,” the naked elf laughed. She was seated on one of the plush couches. “I have dozens. What I don’t have is loyalty from the dryads. So give me three tokens there, and rights to the lake are all yours.”

“One token,” Varun countered.

Andala took a deep, deep breath, and let out a long, anguished sigh. She took another drink from her glass and shifted her feet on Besh, who was currently serving as her human footstool after losing an encounter last turn. “I’ll take two, I suppose. Good enough?”

“Done,” Varun nodded, and moved the appropriate game pieces around on the table.

On the game went, Andala growing increasingly outlandish as she drank and flirted and generally made a lewd nuisance of herself. At one point, rather unintentionally, Taela won a specified service and spent a round with the elf’s dexterous digits playing between her legs. The ranger held her hands on the edge of the table, bent slightly forward while Andala fingered her.

“Isn’t this fun…” Andala whispered in her ear. The elf, clad only in her flowing white hair, was enjoying her loss more than Taela seemed to be enjoying her win.

“I’ve had better,” Taela replied. “But you’re not bad, for a sloppy slut drowning in wine.”

Andala’s jaw dropped, and suddenly her fingers drove into Taela’s wet pussy with volatile aggression. “Oh! Oh, young blood, you are going to get it now…” Her fingers pinched at Taela’s clit until the ranger winced and buckled, bending more.

“Are you done yet!?” Taela shouted at the men, who had been negotiating a simple exchange for several minutes.

“Don’t you dare!” Andala warned. “I’m gonna get my whole fist in there!”

Taela cried out at the rapid pumping and stroking of the sorceress’s nimble, angry fingers, just as Andala added a fourth finger and began to stretch the ranger out with her knuckles.

Besh watched the two women with a grin. “It is a very tense negotiation. Could go on for a while.”

Varun stroked his chin. “Mmm, I suppose it could, but we don’t want to scare off our new player. Besh, I accept your terms. Andala! Your turn.”

The sorceress pulled away with a hiss, staring daggers at Taela while licking her fingers clean. “You’re going to bleed for me…”

Taela straightened herself. “Try that again, and you’ll be masturbating with broken fingers tonight.”

The turns continued, the game nearing its end. Varun knocked Andala out of the running, claiming her initial bet as a debt. The demon seemed poised to win, but it was time for Taela to make her move.

“I test for influence with the fae,” the ranger announced.

Everyone else at the table stopped and examined the board. Based on what Taela had been grasping at in the last few turns, seemingly disparate and pointless plays for resources that would never help against Varun’s considerable control, this was the last piece she would need to secure unassailable dominance over every resource she had even the slightest influence with. It was also a move that required the risk of many times her game-opening bet.

“I pledge fealty to Varun,” Besh declared, effectively barring himself from any victories over the demon and forcing him to share winnings on the rest of the board. The move also presented a new option for the handsome fiend.

“As a sovereign, I declare a contest,” Varun smiled. “If you want that influence, you’ll have to beat me.”

Taela yawned. “I’m sorry, was that supposed to worry me? Get the dagger and let’s get this over with, ‘sovereign.’ You’ll be kneeling down to me when this is over.”

Andala cackled from the couch, kicking her pale legs in the air and spilling her latest glass of wine. “Oh, I am going to love watching you embarrass yourself, you silly little thing.”

Taela took the dagger, and after giving a pointed look to each of her competitors, flung the weapon. The tip buried itself into the dead center of the target board.

Varun looked at the dagger at nodded, raising his brow in an admission of her skill. He removed the dagger and took Talea’s place for his own throw. After giving a pointed look to each of his competitors, he flung the weapon. The tip buried itself into the dead center of the target board.

Taela frowned for a moment, but shrugged it off. “Well enough, let’s get through this.” She retrieved the dagger, took her spot, and threw the weapon into the bullseye once more.

“Impressive,” Varun nodded. “You clearly have skill. You do realize that your bet is up to a full year, should you fail this contest?”

“And if you fail, you’ll owe me favors for the rest of my long life,” Taela smiled back at him. “I can do this all day. You’re nothing to me.”

Varun just smiled. He retrieved the dagger, took his spot, and threw the weapon into the bullseye once more.

Taela froze stiff. She replayed his movements in her mind. His throw was exactly like hers, with only the slightest variation to compensate for their difference in stature.

“Cheating, then?” the half-elf accused.

“Hardly,” Varun dismissed. “You see, I am a demon of memories. My memory happens to be a bit more directly useful than most. It is simply part of my nature. Calling that cheating is like saying your good eyesight is an unfair advantage. And remember, all things that fall within the scope of the game are fair play to use within the game. Such is the case with the memory of you throwing the dagger.”

“Agreed,” Besh threw in.

“Agreeeed!” Andala screamed from the couch before launching into another laughing fit. “Majority vote stands!”

Shoulders squared, Taela quickly recovered the dagger and threw again, hoping to move too quickly to watch. Her throw landed at the very edge of the bullseye. Varun repeated the throw without difficulty. They continued to take turns.

“I will accept a concession,” Varun offered. “In exchange for… six months, owed directly to me.”

“Choke on your own severed dick,” Taela countered. “I’m not one to just give things away, unlike her.” The last barb was hurled squarely at Andala, who rose from the couch in such a hurry that she stumbled and fell right back. Varun turned to intercept the outraged sorceress, and that was when Taela took her throw.

Varun turned his head upon hearing the thud of the steel into wood, and Taela grinned. He couldn’t mimic something he hadn’t seen. The demon frowned, stalking over and taking the dagger from the board with a hateful look in his dark eyes. He took his position, glaring at Taela, who smirked back at him.

“Something wrong, you cheating sack of shit?” Taela asked.

Andala, dizzy, had laid back down on the couch and was simply muttering to herself, the wine having apparently caught up with her.

“Yes,” Varun spat back. Then his scowl flipped into a grin. “I didn’t realize you were that stupid.” He adjusted his footing, and mimicked one of Taela’s previous throws, hitting the bullseye effortlessly.

“Fuck you!” the ranger shouted, and stalked over to the dagger. She briefly considered simply killing all of them, but if the inebriated sorceress was still able to cast spells that would complicate things. Not to mention that she had no idea about Besh or Varun’s actual capabilities beyond the demon’s infuriating movement mimicry. She thought of just leaving, but a debt was on the table. Demons and practitioners of magic had ways of collecting on such things. She had to play it out.

Back at the throwing position, Taela took a long, slow breath to steady herself. She raised her arm, envisioned the hit, and swung to throw.

At that moment, Andala launched the spell she’d been muttering. All at once Taela was overcome, her core tightening and her limbs trembling, strained gasps coming from her throat as a shattering orgasm crashed over her. Her grip faltered and the dagger tumbled clumsily through the air, slapping against the wall just below the target board. Taela collapsed to her knees, unable to stand as the magically-induced climax continued to ravage her.

“A debt within the scope of the game, called in for me, within the game,” Varun said. “Looks like I win fair and square. I vote to end the game and settle all debts.”

“Seconded,” Besh said with a nod.

“Decided,” Andala hissed.

All three stood over Taela as she slowly recovered. She shook her head and rose to stand among them.

“Fine,” Taela said through her teeth. “You cheating little cowards. Guess that’s just a year I’ll have to do without.”

“Do without?” Varun asked. “Oh no, no no no. I could simply collect a year of vitality, sure. But that’s just so… impersonal. The fact is that one year of your life belongs to me. Starting now.” A wide grin spread across his lips. “On your knees.”

Compelled, Taela found herself on her knees without having given her legs the command. She looked up at the three sinister faces grinning down at her and snarled back at them. “You slimy, scum-sucking cowards! I’ll kill every one of you.”

“Be still,” Varun said quickly, interrupting Taela as she was about to lash out at them, one of her fists frozen midway to striking him in the groin. “No, Taela. You will not. Kick and scream all you like, you are not to bring harm to any of us. Unless I direct you to, of course.”

Taela opened her mouth to hurl more insults, but she was cut off when Andala crouched down and shoved her fingers past the ranger’s lips. Taela tried to pull away, but the sorceress held her there with an arm around Taela’s neck.

“Aww, what’s the matter little thing?” Andala asked. “Can’t bite down? Did you threaten my fingers earlier? How utterly sad for you. Now hold still and take it! Besh, choke this shit-talking little roach!”

“Do as they say,” Varun commanded. He then turned away, carefully removed his jacket, folded it, and placed it on a table.

Andala forcefully held Taela’s mouth open as Besh approached, the ranger’s resistance reduced to groans and impotent thrashing under the compulsion of her debt. The stout man buried his thick cock in Taela’s throat, gagging her until she forced her reflex to subside. He grabbed the sides of her head and started to fuck her mouth roughly with short, firm thrusts, grinding his musky bush against her face.

Unable to suppress her laughter, Andala helped by grabbing a fistful of Taela’s blonde hair and forcing her further onto Besh’s cock. Her attention soon wandered, and she was tearing Taela’s beautiful dress to get it off and make the half-elf as naked as she was. She pinched and swatted at Taela’s exposed body while Varun continued to methodically undress.

Besh and Andala pushed Taela onto her hands and knees, the swarthy shaman continuing to thrust into her throat while Andala took up a position at the other end.

“Oh, but you are a pretty one,” the elf crooned. “A real shame what’s gonna happen to you, hahaha!” Andala spit onto the tight ring of Taela’s ass and then forced two slender fingers into the ranger’s backdoor. Taela screamed over Besh’s dick, her arms flailing, slapping, and scratching, unable to do more than lightly pat and stroke at the man.

“I think she likes it,” Besh laughed. “Another finger!”

Andala spit again and did just that, thrusting her fingers into Taela’s ass while the ranger thrashed and groaned in their grasp. They continued to work her over for several minutes, until at last they pulled away to switch positions.

“Fucking…. coward… shits…” Taela coughed.

Andala sat in front of her and yanked the half-elf’s face down toward her own wet slit. “Lick it good! I already made you cum, and you’re going to return the favor!”

Compelled, her mind screaming in pointless refutation, Taela set her mouth to work on Andala. She couldn’t harm the woman, but Taela pushed that definition to its limits with her roughness.

“It’s not a meatloaf!” Andala hissed. “Be careful down there! Worship me!”

Taela, growling, did as she was compelled. Right up until Besh began slowly forcing the girth of his spit-slick shaft into her ass. Taela stifled her screams in the wicked elf’s folds, continuing her obligation of service even as her backside was stretched wide and pounded. The only silver lining seemed to be that Besh had been getting worked up over the course of the whole game. It didn’t take him long to grip her by the waist, pull her tight against him, and pump his load into her tight ass.

Raging on the inside, Taela brought her hands to bear against Andala, and the sorceress was overcome. Taela didn’t back off, only amplifying the curling of her fingers and the flicks of her teeth and tongue as she sucked Andala’s throbbing clit. The elf was a gasping mess before she realized what was happening, and struggled to form a coherent syllable. “Nnd-don… s-sta-aahh! Aahnhaa! N-no muhmnnnaah!” Trembling, crashing through a second agonizing orgasm, Andala started trying to pull herself away. Taela held fast and followed, not letting up for a moment.

“Stop,” Varun commanded.

Taela sat up on her knees, her lips and chin smeared with Andala’s juices. She turned to see the demon and wiped her mouth.

Varun, in his naked glory, sat calmly on the couch. “Come here,” he said next, patting the couch next to him. “You can get off your knees now. You two should turn in, it’s getting late.”

Andala and Besh nodded and left, the elf leaning heavily on the stout shaman as they went. It was then Taela thought that those two might be just as beholden to the demon as she now found herself.

Taela got up sat beside Varun, at first avoiding touching him at all. He pulled her closer, dragging her into his lap with her legs splayed, and she found herself unable to resist his direct manipulation. He rested his strong hands on her thighs, rubbing firmly.

“This really didn’t have to be so unpleasant,” he told her. “You’re just exceedingly rude. Do you know how valuable youth is? Especially youth with even an ounce of elven vigor! I could have traded your year for a kingdom, if I found the right desperate old monarch. But no, you had to go and run your mouth at my friends, so now… You’re mine, for a whole year.”

Varun moved his hand to her swollen folds and began to drag his fingers up and down, just teasing her bud at the apex of each stroke. “What shall we do, Taela?” he whispered in her ear. “What shall we do for a whole year together?”

“I’m working on a list of things,” she grumbled. “It starts with plucking your eyes from your skull.” It was proving more difficult than expected, but Taela was forcing herself keep her breath steady and her body still, despite the mounting thrill of the demon’s touch as he began to work in small circles over her hood.

“I think this is going to be very fun,” Varun chuckled. “But no reason to rush anything. Why don’t I show you just how much fun I can be?” He leaned forward, pulling her tight against him and presenting his ear. “Tell me, whisper in my ear… Tell me honestly and completely… How do you like to be fucked, Taela?”

Taela tried to choke herself with her own tongue, her head unwillingly bent close to whisper in the demon’s ear. “I like… Grk… I like… to be in control. I like to see a… fool put in his place. I like… Mmnph…”

Varun slipped two fingers into the ranger’s womanhood, curling them steadily while grinding his palm over her clit. “Yes, but that’s not all, is it? Go on, tell me what gets you going the most.”

Taela clenched her jaw in an attempt to keep the words from escaping. “I like… to be overpowered. I like to be held down. I like to be fucked so deep it feels like I can’t breathe.” The floodgates opened, Taela’s words continued to flow, and now she was grinding herself into his hand. “I like to have my knees pressed into my shoulders,” she whispered, losing herself for a moment and tugging at his earlobe with her teeth. “I like to feel myself in the grip of something so strong I might as well be paper in its hands. It’s the only time I get to…”

Taela slapped her hand over her mouth and leaned back.

Varun looked at her, arching an eyebrow. “Mm. Good enough. We’ll explore that last part another time. For now…” He moved her off of him and stood up, rolling his wide shoulders a few times. As Taela watched, he seemed to grow even wider. And taller. Varun’s shape grew until the now-knife-length horns on his head were scraping the ceiling, and Taela jumped when a pair of dark, bat-like wings burst forth from his shoulders. Varun turned to face her, in his full demonic glory, a beast of dark green flesh and fur and scales, his dark eyes glowing like lit coals. He loomed over the couch, grinning ear to ear and staring down at…

“Stop!” he bellowed, his voice reverberating through the room.

Taela halted in place, having reached the base of the stairs during his transformation. She shot a glare over her shoulder at the monster.

“No running away,” the demon commanded. “But do feel free to fight me with all you’ve got. It will make the conquest all the sweet-aagh!”

In a flash, Taela had closed the distance between them. A splash of wine from a grabbed pitcher was flung into Varun’s eyes, and in the next second Taela launched herself up to deliver a penetrating elbow strike to his solar plexus. The demon staggered back, and Taela followed. She leapt and climbed onto his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his neck and cinching them into a tight choke, at the same time reaching around to grab at his eyes in an attempt to get her list started.

Reaching up, Varun used his powerful claws to grip the half-elf and forcefully wrench her from his head, just before she was able to wrench his eyes from their sockets. He slammed her to the floor, leaving her breathless and writhing. While she struggled to recover, he leaned against the wall and held one claw to his face, blinking his eyes and trying to see if they were damaged. By the time he cleared his vision and looked, she was gone.

“Where did-ggraaaah!”

The sting of a blade biting into his hamstring answered Varun’s question. A wound from the simple steel of the dagger would heal quickly, but it was still very much a threat. The demon’s leg gave out, the monster crumbling to the ground in pain, and Taela was already atop him and lunging for his throat with the small weapon.

“STOP!” Varun bellowed, and Taela froze with the tip of the dagger just barely grazing the skin of the demon’s neck.

“That’s enough of that,” Varun sighed. He began to shrink beneath her, his wings vanishing as he returned to the size and shape Taela had first seen him in. Tall, broad, and mostly humanoid. The flesh had knitted back together on his leg, but it would sting for a while still. He took the dagger from her hands and tossed it aside. “Let’s go back to you not being able to harm me. You’re entirely too dangerous.”

“Pissant coward,” Taela hissed.

“Let’s take care of that as well,” Varun suggested. “You are only allowed to say nice things to me. In fact, if you have anything good to say about me, you have to.”

“You’re quicker than I’d hoped,” Taela offered.

“Hahah! There we go. Now, since you are so deeply difficult, you don’t get what you want. You get what I want, and I want you to straddle me.”

At his bidding, Taela moved herself into the desired position, glaring at him the whole while.

“Good. Now slip that dick inside you and start having fun,” Varun commanded, folding his fingers behind his head to watch.

Taela reached down, giving a quick shudder as she gripped his cock and lowered herself onto it. It was as thick as Besh’s, but longer, and after a minute of working at it she was filled.

“Fuck, that feels good,” she sighed, and immediately grimaced at her own words.

Varun chuckled, then stopped. He looked up at her, and she looked back at him. She wasn’t moving.

“I told you to get up there and have fun,” he reminded her.

Taela smiled.

“Oh, I see. You’re having fun being difficult. Right.” Varun rolled his eyes. “A whole year of this, uch… Alright then, ride me like a good lover. And make it as enjoyable for yourself as possible.”

Taela’s first thought was to answer by lifting herself off of him and perhaps riding his face, but she couldn’t. As she’d already admitted, he felt good. Unable to resist, Taela set her hips to a steady, sinuous roll, stirring his hard cock within her. As she moved she

touched herself, grabbing at her breasts just the right way and then reaching down to stroke her clit in a rhythm with her ride.

“Ahh, that’s better…” Varun sighed.

Taela continued to swivel and sway atop him for a while, wrestling with herself over what she wanted to do next. Under compulsion to make it as enjoyable for herself as possible, she grabbed the demon’s hands and pulled them to her, urging him wordlessly to touch her. Varun chuckled and complied, groping and caressing the half-elf with a pleased exploration of her athletic figure. Starting to pant, Taela groaned and hissed at her own desires. She bent forward, locking her lips with his in a desperate kiss while rapidly working her hips in his lap. Varun reached back and gripped her taut backside, adding his strength to her movements as he reciprocated the kiss with equal hunger.

A few minutes later Taela sat up again, her fingers pressing harder and faster over her sensitive button. “Rrgh, you feel so good!” She bit her lip, and after another minute of urgent thrusts she threw her head back and shuddered. The wave of her climax made her unsteady, Varun needing to hold her up while she trembled through it, the demon moaning his appreciation at the contracting pressure on his cock.

Once Taela recovered, she was on her knees again. Varun stood before her, and at his command she was giving the best blowjob she could. She teased the fullness of his length with her tongue, tasting herself on him. She sucked and stroked, alternating taking him deep and giving attention to the tip. When she felt him begin to throb and tense, she pulled him a little deeper and worked her tongue along the underside of his shaft, pumping firmly at the base until at last he erupted in her mouth, filling her face with hot demon spunk.

Taela spit onto the floor, then a few more times before wiping her mouth and glaring up at him, her task complete. “That was overall extremely satisfying,” she said, and then looked like she might throw up. Then however, a smirk curled her lips. “I especially liked the part where I got to stab you.”

Varun chuckled and knelt down next to her. He gave her a pat on the head, which she recoiled from. “Oh, don’t be like that now. After all…” He grinned wide, wider than he should have been able to, and Taela realized he was growing again. “We aren’t even done with Day One yet, my new pet. We’ve got a whole year of fun ahead of us…”

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TO BE CONTINUED…