For Aliapoh
"Ahl... ahl..." An open mouthed kiss was shared between Sahja and her beloved to be, a hyur nobleman. Sat on his lap in an embroidered red chair in the center of his office, his hands upon her hips, their careless liplock was only ever interrupted by quick bursts of his stiffened humps from beneath her, as he rocked her down on himself.
They finally broke for a gasping air, but he was still hungry for her, breathy and leaving trailing kisses up the side of her cheek. "When will you finally be mine?" He swiped his hand through her hair, compressing her cat ears down to her head before letting them pop back up. Despite the heavy petting, they had never actually done it together, wanting to consummate things on their honeymoon.
Sahja dug her elbows into the cushion's backrest and right beside his neck, forcing him to focus entirely on her, while she put on the smuggest cat-like expression she could muster, looking about ready to pounce into him, knocking them both over. "After tonight. I promise." Her tail wagged about opposite her, as she moved back and forth in his lap, a goofy energy coursing through her, her blushing face trying to find new angles she hadn't seen of him before.
Sahja peered over the battlement, her brown leather glove braced on the edge of it.
Crowds of men, it didn't seem to matter the class, were lined up around the corner, as a gaggle of glamorous looking women of all races were coming and going inside the fortification - a side entrance, so it was something to work with.
'Feh' Her lip upturned smoochie and annoyed as her arms crossed, bunching up her constrained tits inside her padded greyish purple sweater, making them look even bigger.
Nothing had changed at this hour either.
No matter the date or time, it always seemed too busy. What was so interesting here? She had asked around, and even her husband to be didn't know what the place was for.
Sahja liked to hit places when they were dead silent and quiet - usually and preferably in the middle of the night, but it was like the place was an all day party palace. Despite looking like a prison, all concrete and windowless, the gaudy doorways full of lights that spilled out onto the dark pathways leading in signalled they had great wealth, and with what seemed like a lot of customers, there was a lot of money going in, but none coming out - which was beyond perfect for her. She already was imagining the traps to trick and the locks to pick.
Maybe it was a somnus den? She had heard of such venues before, like the one hosted by the notorious Rosalie, though she had never been up close with one, choosing not to deal with known criminals as targets of her exacting form of vigilante justice: Which was to get herself some more money.
Sahja preferred bureaucrats or the linen-collared rich. Not so much honor amongst thieves as it was just to avoid being on the bad side of known psychos like the Wolf.
Besides, she was about to wed a bureaucrat - it was better she went after her own kind anyway and this was most likely a casino as nobody was stumbling out half dead, but she had never known people to be such fervent gambling addicts.
She needed to get to street level, as Sahja had a plan.
"Hup!" She landed in the courtyard, the long way down not bothering her in the least - though she did try not scrape her mostly bare knees, her slim legs now covered up by silky thigh high sheer material stockings. She quickly checked for any rips, stretching the material before letting it snap back.
With a swift movement, she had on her dress heels, giving each of the backs of them a tug so her toes hit the fronts, though doing that messed up some of her accoutrements. Getting into line, she readjusted the lacy and frilly headdress, doing her best to lean the plastic headband up against her floppy black ears with the pink inner tissue, which discreetly hid in her dark hair.
Sahja expected eclectic conversations and some fine 'how do ya do's' from women that looked so rich and cultured. Even just a bit of laughter seeing a commoner miqo'te maid looking for work like her amongst them.
Yet they were all nearly silent, except for an almost automaton level of synchronized heel clicks - not even a titter, each girls head forward.
The bell shaped lolita styled and ruffled gothic black skirt plumed out like a flower, bouncing with every step with a wide spanning white doily apron held in place by a binder tied off into a bow on her lower back, which made her already slim waist look even thinner - her gait a bit stiffer than usual due to her blade, which was slipped in between her hip and her garter belt... just in case anything went wrong. A chill ran down her exposed and bountiful chest held in a basket of her black dress which was underlined with a fringe of a solid white stripe. Sahja placed her hands underneath the huge fleshy things and propped them together, securing her set again, not wanting to experience a wardrobe malfunction - even amongst these zombies.
Her golden eyes expanded out wider seeing the inner walls of the sanctum, the whole thing feeling impregnable, but she quickly reassured herself that if she could scale them on the outside, she could do the same on the inside.
A twin pillared entrance. She brushed her fingers alongside the closest one, which was of a dragon whose tail travelled the whole thing, before hugging near it's top and making a grotesque face to passers-by.
A contented breath left her throat.
'Real gold!'
Lax security. No checks at the door.
This place was gonna be a really easy score.
Like a maze, there was a split path down two hallways. As she parted with the group, Sahja stood to squint a moment - one of the girls looking oddly familiar, but she couldn't place it, but her attention was pulled away to the jade tiled walls - one of her favorite colors. Sahja traced her fingers on the darker and splotchier parts, moving out of the way for the vases full of viola bouquets atop marble platforms, denoting that they were expensive looking, but a bit too much of a hassle to bother with taking.
Turning, there were several open doorways and she could hear distant and strange groaning noises. Sahja held her hands over a wooden partition, peering in to a room. Through a silk curtain, a silhouette of a woman was framed in pinkish red light in a large banquet sized dress, which looked like it swept the floor wherever she walked. "Strip." She reached behind herself, removing a pin; and the whole thing cascaded to the floor. She threw back her hair, her chin raising up as if proud of her body, and she should be. Despite how petite she was, her chest was massive and torpedo shaped - not to mention Sahja was close enough that she could see how erect they had gotten.
Even though she couldn't see them in full detail, Sahja still blushed at the woman's shapely body, covering her mouth.
Then a man with horns rose up to greet her, an image too graphic for her as his... PENIS was out and up like a knife, and he took her into his arms, suckling her tits like a vampire, while groping her hourglass figure, and she willingly leaned into him.
Sahja couldn't look away...
Then someone had entered her peripheral vision - she nearly yiped out in surprise, but just barely managed to stifle it while ripping down on the hem of her outfit, bringing it down in a flutter, realising a pervy guy could see up her dress due to her wandering tail. Her fangs were out and ready to bite, nose aimed up, her eyes on full alert. The brutish looking man was standing across from her, somehow having snuck up on her when that was HER job. The man didn't even seem to be looking at her, his head tilted and skewed off to her side or behind her.
Sahja quickly changed her initial caustic reaction to be more inline with his neutral presence by throwing her dainty wrists covered in unconnected white cufflinks back over her shoulders, showing off she wasn't holding anything. "Ah-hah! I'm just here to clean!" Sahja stammered out - not her best performance. She played up her helplessness more by pressing her thighs and knees together, rolling her ankles like she didn't even know how to properly wear her heels.
Sahja was about to slink off when he finally spoke up, sounding as rough as gravel. "Yeah... cleaning... you can do that." He threw his thumb out, motioning to follow him.
'Eeeeh?' Her disguise worked?
Sahja followed close, the moans echoing on both sides. She snatched images that stuck inside her eyelids for half seconds, the shadow puppets in positions that she didn't understand and then she quickly tried to erase.
The only room with a door. From his sleeve, he pulled a large key that he turned in and out. Sahja pursed her lips, knowing that the big slot would have been easy to bypass.
Following him in, her ears blinked up and down, the place looking expensive. A beehive of carved out heavy green stone framed an expensive looking wooden desk of similar with swirling bits of gold embedded throughout it. In the corner was a heart shaped bed covered in red velvet with violet throw pillows strewn about, a lot of them currently residing on the floor. The bed had tied off curtains on both sides for privacy, but Sahja doubted they got much use.
"Here." He easily swung the water filled pail up and over from behind his desk before depositing it at her feet with a wince on his face - indeed, there was something off about the smell within, but it was foamy like soap, so she just figured it was some kind of cleaning concoction mixed in.
The carpet was full of mysterious dry white stains. Some were far more faded, while others had pooled and crusted, turning a yellow that icked Sahja out - 'yucky!'. What the heck was it? She jammed her fingernail into it, trying to dry-clean it the old fashioned way, but she retracted it back, worried about it breaking.
Dragging off the limp rag, she dipped it and then squished it over the wooden bucket.
Ugh - manual labor.
Sahja sighed, before scooching her fist back and forth. Her annoyance was clear because it wasn't coming out, so she moved faster and faster, nearly tearing through the surface with her knuckles, which turned a rosy radiated pink as she re-examined the mess once again before resuming. Her body jiggled from the front to the back, swaying her chest back and forth, which betrayed her intense look. Her tail fur frayed and stuck like a pole in the air, showing off her lacy black panties which were partially enveloped into her heart shaped cheeks.
He scratched the side of his face while seeing the heavy flesh of her ass bouncing in tilts up and down, hypnotizing.
Almost as hypnotizing as that 'cleaning' solution - though that stuff only worked on women.
Sahja wasn't doing this for no reason, as she was slowly making her way behind his desk - letting go of the rag, she pressed down firmer and firmer on the floor, and it was clear that there was indeed a safe here from the pockets that stood out from the normally smooth surface. She moved to pick up the rag again to resume her 'work', but Sahja bared her fangs in disgust even seeing a few wrinkly fingers she had developed, reminded once again that hard work was for suckers if they ended up looking like this afterwards.
"Aw, you look tired. Why don't you sit down?" He turned his four legged seat out for her at an angle.
Huh. What a strange thing to offer to the help.
Yet she didn't say no or even politely decline.
Sahja pushed up off the ground and did as asked, her hands resting on her knees.
Without a word, he touched her with a gentle caress, traveling slowly up her arms. Sahja felt numb tingles all over as he pressed on her skin, as if he were checking for imperfections beneath it.
From her neckline up, his fingers moved like her lovers with a teasing quality that she enjoyed as much as she hated to admit. Sahja felt like she should be protesting his obvious advances, but she just couldn't get out the words.
He jostled the nub shaped bell on his fingertip, producing no jingle - she had apparently castrated the bit of metal out. "We'll have to get you a real one."
He ripped the collar around her throat, leaving a slight indent in her skin that quickly faded, but moved his hands in to soothe the affected areas, massaging for a moment. Then he wrapped them around her neck, reminding her just how strong men were. "Ulguh!" He went from velvet glove to iron clamp in a nanosecond.
It was clear he didn't even need both hands to do it, both of them were large and her neck was thin - but it was like he wanted to project that image of terror into her system, that intense yet glassy eyed and subdued look in his eyes, staring down his nose at her.
Sahja felt that reflex to reach for her scabbard.
That twitch to claw his eyes out if she didn't have her weapon.
Yet nothing happened.
Strain. Pain.
He clutched her ever tighter.
Sahja's tongue rolled from her soft and plush lips, a cute little choking noise escaping her in quiet animal like pants. "Hahn... hahn... haaah..." Her tongue and lips moved with the beat of her heart as she felt her eyelids get heavier and heavier, the edges of her vision blurred, darkening. Her worried panting quickly de-escalated into a quieter and quieter gurgling.
Sahja went to sleep.
He let go.
"WUUUUUUUH!" Sahja inhaled sharply, her eyes wide, her chest expanding.
Yet Sahja didn't say anything about what just happened. She didn't even think that hard about it. What was wrong with her!? What's going on!?
She was gonna kill him!
... but the seat was very comfortable.
He leaned against her face, speaking through her temple, the vibration of his voice making her shiver. "You're not the first bitch who thought they could rob me blind." He left a deep peck alongside her face, his nose flattened before he released her. He adjusted her chin like puddy in his hand, loving how soft her skin was. "Tell me your name."
She had several fake names all planned out already and was about to- "Sahja." WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
He repeated it back with a click of his mouth. "Tch - mmm... I've gone through many girls, but you seem... something special..." He made his point, cupping her breasts, violently kneading them up and down in sloshing movements. Sahja didn't like the rough touch; the pain as he flopped them around would spike randomly, but she sat astute, eyes locked forward.
With a final fumble, he let them collide back together. The man then rustled his slacks before pulling it out. His treetrunk and sagging stones that drooped lower than even his long cock, both nearly reaching his knees. Like a third and slimier arm, it now rested on her shoulder. Sahja's reaction to the turgid looking piece of meat would have been shock or dismay, it's lightning bolt veins bigger than her pinky fingers. Her first time seeing one and it wasn't the least bit attractive in her eyes - but there was something about it's size that didn't TOTALLY ward her off...
"Suck." Was all he said, and it was like she became an animal.
With dainty hands on opposite ends, her pinkies raised, her fangs looked like they were about to sink into the succulent bit of cock meat she angled towards her mouth, but she proceeded to shove it in without care. "ULGH - ULP!" It was an awkward fit at first, but soon she was loudly *POP*ing it, and suckling it. "ULK ULK ULK!" She loudly proclaimed with loud gargles, even despite the inexperience and struggling to learn so quickly on the fly, Sahja was a natural born and bred cocksucker.
'Nyooooh! Please don't suck his cock!' She mentally cried at herself hoping she'd listen.
She didn't.
The internal version of Sahja finally made itself clearer than before, finally warding off a bit of the control she was under. Sahja swooped into the side of the empty eyed girl with a cock stuffed in her mouth. "Bite! Bite down! Stab him with your sword! Oh come on, do something!" The land bridge of meat could have made any woman's mouth water, but she was beyond drooling at this point; as he forced out spit from the sides of her mouth as her nose was forced to collide with his pubic area. The vision of herself attempted to swipe her sloppy face, but obviously to no effect.
He gushed down her throat and her mouth with the force of a strong piss. With a final pump, he relented back. With a handful of her hair, Sahja was free again and allowed to breathe; which she took up quickly as she huffed and puffed, but with a half lidded look in her eyes like she were completely content with herself and wasn't the least bit exasperated, as strands of spit and cum that connected them broke apart. Of course, what was left of Sahja's mind was kicking up a storm of complaints.
"Don't swallow. Open."
Sahja tilted her chin up slightly, and he could now see up her thin and pristine nostrils as cum fell down from the roof of her mouth. From his perspective, it was a murky and disgusting swamp, the creamy load lumpy and held in place by her clenched throat, obscuring even her tonsils. Her wet lashes enveloped her dark outlined eyes, making her look dazed, as the image of the man above looked like a dreamlike entity through the wisps. Sahja had the sturdiness of a birdbath while awaiting his follow up order.
"Now swallow every drop while showing me your appreciation for my cum."
Sahja loudly and proudly gulped him down without question.
*ALGK* *ULP* *GULP*
Sahja swabbed up whatever was left, scraping it from her gums with her tongue, her flicking tongue splashing against her cheek.
"We're going to fuck. Bed, now." Sahja was practically on all fours as she willingly leapt into the bed face first, ass up, but the man corralled her by the base of her tail, flipping her onto her back. Now supine, her limp hands were folded near her collarbone, her arms bunching up her cleavage, making them seem even bigger and making him even hungrier for her as he cradled the back of her head into his gnashing teeth, his hand invading past her pantyline, finding her smooth and hairless mound.
Sahja wanted to rain blow after blow along the side of his face, even if they would have been ineffective considering his size.
His digit paused as he pressed on her slick pink nethers.
"A virgin?" He got all breathy, surprised. It was a welcome one. Thieves and criminals lived dangerously, and that usually included their sex lives.
Despite how thick her thighs were, he wielded them with ease, his fingers nearly long enough to fully grasp around them as he quickly stripped her of her panties before going back to flaying out her sticky pink folds with his thumb and fingers. His strong digits forcibly winked and spread apart her sensitive pussy lips, a small build up of juices appearing with a tiny fleck flying from her and onto the bed.
"Tell me, did you have a lover?"
"Yessshhhh..."
"Did you plan to marry him?"
She nodded slowly at first, her face nothing but a dizzy and blank expression.
"Tell me everything there is to know about him."
Sahja sputtered out any and all details, from his name to how he looked, how he smelled, how he felt to hold and touch and how he made her feel.
He smirked.
His elongated dick fell across her tummy with hump, his sweltering balls right up against her slit.
He pulled back.
"KYAAAAH~!" She squealed in both pain and delight being pierced for the first time. A droplet of red crimson fell, staining the sheets. His dick churned up her insides, breaking through Sahja's velvet soft barriers for the first time. Sahja thrashed - not out of a need to escape, but because she just couldn't handle his size. As Sahja reached for his shoulders, her sharp fingernails poised to dig in - to finally fight back, and as she commanded herself to claw his flesh-
Sahja only let out a moan, her toes curling, her head rattling as he began to hammer away at her.
It felt like Sahja was seeing herself in the third person. Her internal actions felt so worthless, that the only power she could have was to pretend the body being railed was somebody else - even if it was her in everyway shape and form.
Sahja's mind blanked; torn asunder by the mighty dick inside her. It was her first and best. Physically, it felt like her body as well as her brain was gonna melt. Mentally, she was screaming bloody murder as a throbbing harsh pain came in and out as white flashes, but even without visuals, his pelvic motions made her unable to block it out.
"Tell me not your feelings, but what your body is experiencing."
"HooOoOot... shhoOoO... hooOoOt..." Her jaw held open, aching and shaking like a leaf.
"More. More. Admit you want more." He jabbed her lower half to help clarify things.
"Feeeelsh... shooo... geeeewd..." Her tongue stabbed the air relentlessly, wishing she had another dick to please. He ran into her depths, thrusting harder and more rapidly than before, causing her eyes to roll back into her head, her breasts knocking together in rotational swirls. The after image of herself that had been trying to protect her mindscape had shattered away just as he hit his apex inside her for the first time, pinning her down as he bottomed out, his massive and strong body keeping her in place as his dickhead began palpitating jet streams of ejaculate against her cervix.
Sahja cooed, writhing in place from the hotness that welled - but it wouldn't be the last, as they went through several positions, and every time, he would finish deep inside her.
Face down, arms and thighs splayed open like she had collapsed. Her juicy cheeks had a reflective glisten to them, her pussy now a mess as his spunk began to creep slowly from between her lips; her normally smooth skin goosebumped.
Sat with his legs apart, his deflated prick still with a bit of menace, the man lounged next to his trophy. "I said you were something special... and indeed, you are. I don't impregnate many of the women that come through here." Planting his hand down in between the cleft of her tail and her ass, his grip was so firm and so confident, that he might as well have been branding her with a hot iron. "But before I put you out to pasture with the rest of the girls, I'm gonna spend the week with you to make sure you're carrying my child."
He then got up, stretching as he left her behind to stew in his juices.
Her mind quickly wandered to ideas on how to escape the situation, and as she replayed her day on rewind, she hit pause on the one thing that seemed out of place:
That girl... THAT GIRL SHE WALKED IN WITH! They had been on a bank heist together! They all had worn masks that covered everything except the nose and lips.
And now she was here...
Alone.
Sahja didn't cry, instead, her face watered, as her eyes were stuck in a perpetual state of openness, creating a dark cloud of sogginess that surrounded her cheek, only stopping when her body shut down to sleep; the light snuffed out hours ago.
Haaaaaaaai~! Sahja here! How are things going? Hummmm, well...
Her pantyhose had quickly become ripped and tattered - mostly around the knees, but men could be so cruel, poking holes through it just because they could! And the black of her maid's dress began to powder with white stuff - encrusted like his floor she had once cleaned.
Was she a popular girl? She didn't know - but she did get a lot of customers. It wasn't so much a specific man she saw over the month - there were too many to account for. The men became faceless, even in missionary, and though Sahja didn't know it, even some of the people she had personally stolen from had paid her a visit.
The lowest of the low often pooled their money together to be able to afford to gangbang girls like her. The strangest requests she received from men were ones that didn't even want sex at all! They didn't ask her to do anything more than just lay against them like an oversized plush doll.
Three men had surrounded her, groping her in various ways, finally able to let loose after a grueling day of work, their energy revitalized seeing this dish presented to them. She knew some of them weren't being faithful, as she could feel the crease on the ring finger of one of the men as he clawed into her fatty chest bumps.
"She's even got all her teeth - not exactly a lowly street cat." The silver haired man glanced his finger print off her sharpest tooth, smiling after the pinch.
"Forget her teeth, feel her thighs!" The bald and burly oaf prodded into her pillowy soft skin.
Now on her knees, Sahja was flanked by two pale and stiff boners that she held in her palms. She jerked and rubbed them with restrained enthusiasm, doing the minimum her programming was capable of, while staring up past the the tanned penis resting just below her nose, offering it cat-like licks from top to bottom.
"Taste me, Sahja, taste me!" The man thrust through her knuckled stance, angling for her face. Sahja did as commanded, feeding on the penis presented to her like a newborn. Despite the glazed over look in her eyes, she was enjoying the salty sausage.
After the men were fluffed up, they argued about who should get what, but they all finally agreed with a gentlemanly shake.
Her pink asshole was dime sized and untouched. Could it be? A virginal hole on a bitch like her? He couldn't believe it. His tip struggled, nearly bending. He tilted his lower half back while his neck went forward, a shot of saliva landing that caused her ring to wince. Lifting it and presenting it against her body again, he finally managed to force his way past her barrier. "SKREOW!" Her tail shot up, her ears stood on end, her spine straightened, her fingers clawed into the bed, narrowly avoiding the customer beneath her as his grip on her hips brought her pussy fully down on his length. Her guttural screech from the anal penetration allowed for the third man to hit the back of her throat, balls right up against her chin, shutting her up from any further complaining; her face flush red.
Not that she was even capable.
Her body rose and fell, before being pushed forwards and backwards, as the thoughtless Sahja acted as the pincushion of these men, each with their own intentions, unable to agree on how she should be treated. The man behind her was rough, with her wrists wrenched like he had a hold on a horses' reins, he furiously drove into her ass despite the cavity still being tight and small. The man beneath her was doing these jackrabbit hits before needing to take constant breaks - while the man she was sucking off was oddly kind, scruffing her ears and hair.
They orgasmed simultaneously. """I'M CUMMING""" Sahja was caught off guard, with both dicks in her lower half fully sheathing inside her, then the sudden flooding of her mouth and into her sinuses, a shotgun of white foam blasting from her nose. It was all too much for her to handle and Sahja fainted. "Hey, let's switch places." Was the last thing she remembered hearing before she was completely out like a light.
When she finally awoke, red hot heat radiated from her newly minted backdoor. Her face was now a smeary mess with a layer of translucent goo, and her creampie filled twat would soon be clean; her new client an old man who cared little for where she had just been, as he stuffed himself on her with fervent glee, nosedeep.
Traipsing through the halls, a knee high boy stared at the floor the whole way with a guiding force on his upper back that sometimes pinched whenever his steps slowed. The boy had been silently weeping the whole way here.
This was to be a punishment.
What kind, he had no idea.
The district was strange and he didn't know it - and he was so far away from home.
He was shoved into a room, his skidding heels not coming anywhere close to stopping his father, nor did he want his fingers chopped off as the door was shut as he tried to turn to him for a bit empathy. The boy was now full blown wailing, scratching at the door as he heard the key twist the lock into a click.
The royal banged his hand off the solid door and barked. "Learn to take your medicine, boy!"
'What an embarassment' He thought while moving with pompous purpose, his finger curled into the knot of his ascot, loosening it - though the woman he'd be visiting could undo the rest of it. If the miqo'te whore did not provide adequate services, there would be hell to pay for the establishment.
Through a spitfilled growl, he finally let go of the latch, knowing there was nothing he could do. Turning slowly, the empty feeling room had him worried, thinking for a moment this was a kind of doctor's office, or worse, a dentist's.
"Mmmmmyooow..." A girl's voice trailed off into a yawn...
He turned.
*DING-ALING*
He hated strangers, and he didn't understand why he was being locked in a room with one, but his outlook kind of changed when he saw her outline standing behind a sheer curtain, which was of a curvaciously shaped woman. Even at his age, he understood there was something interesting about the opposite sex.
Back to back wrists exited, making room for herself as she poked her head through, the sides of her face framed by black frayed drills of hair that pointed inwards. Seeing him, she tossed both aside, dragging beads across the floor as she did, three each per individual string. She moved with a carefree skip, one foot always in the air behind herself before replacing the other, a dull chime following every inch of her movement. The older woman's naked body bounced and swayed in lewd ways that he couldn't comprehend, wanting to look away but unable to.
She then fell to the floor on hands and knees, her quick pace unabated even crawling, getting eye level with the boy. Around her neck was a leather belt wound tightly, almost painful looking. A bean shaped bell was the origin of that noise he was hearing, and in that binding was a piece of paper that she nudged forth in his direction.
As he moved his hand forward, she was frozen like stone. It was like she wasn't even breathing.
He pulled it free. "I can... do anything... you want... just... ask..." He slowly read the note out loud, and it took the boy a second to figure out what that would mean; his eyes moving up and now lingering on her. "Anything?" He asked her with pensive curiosity.
"Anything~" Her sweet voice played back.
"Can you be like... a mom?" The boy still spoke with that awkward tone, now tugging on the hem of his tunic, hoping she could fulfill his one and only dream. The easy slip on turquoise outfit was chosen by his father, but his maid helped him into it, instructed not to include any leggings that usually went with it.
Her pupils expanded.
Her eyes glimmered.
She pounced at the boy, bringing him to the floor. "Oh my gods, you are so cah-yuuuuuute!" Her tail wagged happily. "I could just eat you up!" He ulped, thinking she might be serious considering how sharp some of her teeth were and with that hyper look she had. Their hands intertwined, Sahja's hands only just a hair bigger than his - but he had a boyish strength as he gripped harder onto her; producing a sickly closed lip smile on the catgirl. "What do you want to do with mommy?"
"... play?"
Sahja without prompt, started to sweep for that certain bit of meat all men - and even boys his age, assuredly had. Her lips wavelengthed almost into squiggly lines, her excitement clear as she searched underneath that garb of his. "Oh!" Her cheeks puffed up as she turned super smug. "Mommy is verrrrry pleased..." She was absolutely enthralled with the idea that someone so young could be THIS happy to see her.
She flipped up the material, his wang maybe three inches at it's hardest and thin like a pencil, his pea sized nuts inside a shriveled little sack, yet her joy at the sight of his genitals was unaffected; having the same reaction as if it was the owner's whopper itself. The small penis was nothing to Sahja, as she snarfed it down with the ease and manners of a pig. "Hahl - lem - lem - *sssssssmack*" Her face vacuumed into a mosquito-like point, necessary because of how skinny his peepee was, swaddling his prepubescent willy to both sides of her inner cheeks, doing everything she could to choke on it, despite him not having the length do so. in fact, a smaller penis had it's advantages, as she daydreamed about a stack of boy dongs all clamoring to be inside her face.
His neck twisted about on the floor like his head was gonna pop off, completely out of his control as this unknown feeling drove him wild; a perpetual grimace, showing off that he had lost one of his baby teeth recently. Her knife-like tongue pushed up against the wrinkly bit of skin, softly squishing his balls, which hurt, yet... felt kinda good. Yet he was still kinda worried, as he imagined a hard candy getting smaller and smaller before eventually disappearing.
Sahja wanted more.
Leaving him with a smooch, she crawled and turned, a hand still on his groin. She stared down between her tits and angled stomach as Sahja set her sights for her large ass to land in the poor boy's lap. Sitting, he was like a hot knife through butter, as her back arched and her shoulder blades sharpened.
It was slightly awkward for her, only being able to move an inch or two off his body or else he'd slip out, but Sahja was well experienced for many dick sizes at this point. Even some of the grown men had similar sized penises as the boy. Her twin moons parted before clapping back together, her fat ass landing upon his bare thighs producing a meaty slap of skin to skin contact.
*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*
Her giant tits swung out then clattered together as she built up a rhyhtm to swivel on his stick, staring over his shoulders and seeing each one of his virginal reactions excited her more than his actual insertion.
The weight was a bit too much for him, as he instinctively moved his hands up to meet her cheeks - pushing on them, his weak wrists wobbled as his skinny arms did little other than sink his hands into the fat of them. Then his face soured. "Ah, Sahja, I gotta-I gotta-" It kinda felt like he wanted to pee, but that wasn't it. He met her bouncing bottom with an upward stab into the air, expecting his body to do something, but nothing came out - not even whizz. What was that strange sensation?
Sahja sank down on him, grinding back and forth. No hot load, but she still wanted to jump up and down while giving applause to her youngest customer. Her eyes shut as she grinned wildly. "Mommy's proud of you!"
Meanwhile...
The royal's visit with the trollop had gone off without a hitch.
Now he just needed to steel his resolve - the failure of his offspring a sure thing in his mind.
He half expected to find his boy in a puddle of tears on the floor, the makeshift babysitter confused, unable to rouse him.
The man stared on, shook by the image.
Clutched around her leg, the boy... HIS boy... looked like he was in the middle of a storm, fighting for his life to hold onto a pillar, his face near her knee, straining under his moptop of brown hair, looking like he could just barely wrestle with the appendage; her small and curved foot bouncing over his shoulder as he humped tirelessly.
"Uhnn - huhn - haah!" She squeaked and squawked, propped up on her elbows, her neck craned up while never taking her eyes off his son. This Sahja woman was a remarkable display of feminine beauty; from her venus shape with wide birthing hips to how her magnificently large and milk filled jugs flopped back into herself with every jiggle, sinking for a moment, before expanding out again.
And without fear, he had conquered her.
He clicked his heels, goosestepping off, not wanting to interrupt.
Rabont, the big eared and surprisingly ugly elezen with round spectacles, was standing behind Sahja. He gave her a few pumps before taking hold of the letter, still annoyed that he wasn't on the receiving end of the voracious mouth of Sahja, who made every cock she consumed seem like the most delectable thing in the world.
They were spitroasting the catgirl as they talked business. He was the money man who got into contact with kingdoms to 'take in' the unwanted female prisoners kept within their dungeons - after all, there were only so many enterprising women that would have even taken a keen interest in trying to rob a place like this, and outside 'talent' was always welcome. He also would make sure the tabs were paid - even if it meant abducting the wife, mother, sister or daughter of the man to enroll in their camp.
Haelfarr, the owner, stood before Sahja, looking unphased to her pleasing mouth. "I want this plastered all over town." He carried himself as a hyur, but had a quarter of roegadyn blood. He figured if he had any more in him, he wouldn't have the stomach to run such a place.
Rabont unfolded it. It was a picture of Sahja drawn in heavy shading, holding her pregnant belly. Though the symbols were old, it translated into 'Is this your cat?' "My oh my. This seems personal, Haelfarr. Do you know the man by chance?"
He nudged up his bulky chin into a sneer, a look partially brought on by the efforts of Sahja. "Sahja told me everything there is to know - and I'm doing him a service. If there's any curiosity left, this will be the end of it. Who could he face to explain that his wife is both a whore and a thief? Hmmm? The local priest?"
"Hrk... I suppose, but I'd rather we not make powerful enemies." Rabont finished first, retrieving himself from her sloppy and wet pussy which winked open before her lips naturallly closed back together. He relieved himself on her ass with a shaking jerk, splashing some on the right side before leaving her crevice drenched and leaking, which downpoured into her pink pussy.
"I... wouldn't... worry..." Haelfarr unleashed, filling her mouth up with his seed. Swallowing a large clump of it, Sahja nipped and lightly tongued at his tip for all that was remaining of his cum while Sahja swatted her tail back and forth in rhythmic appreciation, her knuckles turning white as she curled them like claws over the edge of the wooden surface.
Empty.
Carrying it further served no purpose, so it started to slip through his careless fingers which swung looser and looser as he strode, the thing finally crashing into the cobblestone with a quiet explosion of glass.
He sniffed and then swiped his reddened nose, his attention turning to something odd.
Usually they didn't allow solicitation on... any building; looking like an inspection notice from afar, he tore it down.
The image turned into a pamphlet of graphic images. He could feel a bile brewing in his stomach seeing the black haired miqo'te doing all sorts of vile things; the drawings vividly detailed.
No... no... it couldn't have been her...
Even in his drunken state, he knew he was just seeing things because he missed her. Sahja would never allow herself to be treated like this. She would sooner die.
The paper wafted from his hand, and as he restarted his walk, scatterings of the exact same printed papers began to appear sporadically, hung like patchwork, much like his coat, which at least kept him warm at night.
Once he was over this spell, he would resume his search for her.
Sahja was out there, and he would find her.
He just needed to beg for some gil first... get another bottle...