This is a little Omake that was stuck in my mind for a while. Basically Musa replaces Chimera in the aftermath of the Trix' incarceration. Also an attempt to explain how she can attend Alfea with a broke father and no mother. Here's how it would've gone.
As promised, the rest of the chapter.
Planet Magix, Magix City, Melodian Area.
The clean, asphalt streets of the city gave way to ones of stone lined with strikingly beautiful trees: the dark wood of their trunks contrasted with a spray of pink-petalled flowers on their limbs. They swayed dreamily in the breeze, petals falling and drifting down to the ground like blushing snow. A tall pagoda could be seen at the centre even from the front gate, rising above the tightly packed buildings like a titan. Its red-tile roofs were fiery against the grey sky. This place – called Yoshiwara – was closed off by a moat and high walls, only accepting certain clientele inside.
Paper lanterns washed the streets and blossoms in colours of the sunset: orange, yellow and red. The workday was done, and people were making their way to bars, brothels and eateries. Warm, savoury aromas wafted from food carts, vendors inviting weary patrons over for noodles, steamed buns, scallion pancakes and more. Tired, drawn faces brightened as cups and bowls were filled. Chatter about the days' activities created a pleasant hum that mixed with the sound of the buzzing insects nestling against the trunks of the blossom trees.
Musa could see people were going about their business at a leisurely but focused pace. She made her way to her usual destination at this time of week and day. Not that any of her friends or even Riven – especially him – knew where she was going. Always satisfied with the answer that she was paying her respect to her mother in a private way, which in a way wasn't that much of a lie. By now it was accepted as routine and not questioned further.
'Though, they'd surely react rather strongly to it, Riven especially.' the Fairy of Music thought with a sigh as she walked through the so called Pleasure District.
It had been established due to prostitution, gambling and other such vices having been strictly forbidden by law on Melody in the past and stringently persecuted. Of course, such things always found a way to endure or adapt and as such establishments were at first simply renamed to Teahouses, while still offering more spicy things on the menu than simple tea. Once that no longer worked a second rebranding to bathhouses occurred, where clients could wash themselves instead of using their cheap water at home. Only coincidentally attended by beautiful women, of course. After that failed as well prostitutes and gamblers relocated to Magix, where doing such was not illegal, taking their money with them. In time whores from all over the galaxy came to join the competition, adding brothels with the idiosyncrasies of their home planets.
One would think this place to not survive for long while being in such close proximity to the Council of Light. That was a foolish notion for those who knew how politics truly worked.
At one side blue lamps bolted to the walls fizzled in and out, offering meagre light in a place committed to shadow by boarded-up windows and a heavy door that locked upon closing. The bouncer stood outside and was an older man with a shit-eating grin, the expression in his eyes hidden by sepia-tinged sunglasses. The bulwark of a gaggle of people obscured most of his body except his smiling, bobbing head. A bit further inside the dull thump of pounding bass drew people down the seedy establishment, the alluring hue of toxic pink lighting pulling them forth like moths to a flame.
It was called "Last Women of Zenith" and it wasn't even lying in that, considering Zenith's quite ridiculous history. Musa shook her head, dismissing those morose thoughts from weird conversations with Tecna.
"Thankfully I don't work there." she muttered under her breath, putting her cloak a bit tighter around herself. Absolutely disliking the seedier nature of the place of Zenith's origin, utterly convinced drugs and other illegal activities found their way there and wanting no part in it. Despite pretty much every brothel offering and using them, even where she was going. For a price, of course.
In today's day an age such activities were no longer illegal on Melody, much the opposite actually. So much so that the brothel she worked at was more like a taste of history or a gimmick, and seen as very conservative. Today, arts of all kinds were practised and celebrated openly on Melody, not just music as the name of the Planet implied. Each sense was supposed to be stimulated and as such there were musicians for hearing. Painters, sculptors and such for sight. Cooks for the sense of taste and smell. And, of course, prostitutes for the sense of touch. All were highly regarded and even integrated things from each other to enhance experiences, and as such even pornography was seen as an art-form. Magical aids were also used by all artists, – be they drugs or spells – which led to some bizarre and demented outcomes sometimes.
Even Musa's own mother had been a high class Geisha since childhood, learning the arts and other cultural practises, but especially music, in the brothel. Her father had paid her mother's exorbitant debt to the house, going bankrupt in the process. Despite their destitution they nonetheless had a happy household, even able to make some good money together with a name for themselves. So much so that they had even been invited to the palace as performers. Only for disaster to strike with her mother's unexpected death. An event that sent her father into depression and despair, taking his passion for music with it and transforming it into an unreasonable hatred.
And now Musa was walking in her mother's footsteps to finance Alfea. Only able to earn admittance through a recommendation from Galatea and her exemplary scholarly efforts.
The Fairy's sombre musings were interrupted as she arrived at her own destination, called the "Shy Bonsai". Carved oaken doors opened for her and revealed a wide courtyard full of ever-blooming cherry blossom trees spending shade to patrons. The pride of this establishment was a tiny, gnarled tree. It was tended, pruned, and coaxed by druids of Linfea to grow in peculiar and beautiful formations. The example sitting here grew out of a wide blue pot, and had stone-gray bark with delicate, brilliantly red leaves that gave off a relaxing pink glow. Even more impressive, one coiling branch had been magically shaped to resemble the head of a dragon.
Once inside the building proper Musa was greeted by an entrance hall with walls painted crimson and a floor of light pink marble of Melodian origin. Erotic mosaics embellished niches around the room, the air suffused with incense. Cushioned chairs and couches, all bedecked with pillows, encircle low, decorative tables. On these, containers hold delights from exotic fruit to rice wine. Wide tapers burned on elaborate floor candelabras of wrought iron, casting the room in soft light. Draperies of red and white created shadowed nooks or partially concealed exits, and all around the room, people engaged in the tame initial stages of passionate intimacy. At least by her homeworld's rather excessive standards.
The sounds and smells of carnal ecstasy drifted tantalizingly from many heavy doors whenever a new patron entered, only to be muffled once more when they closed. Every inch of the brothel was designed to pique the senses, enveloping partiers in a hedonistic stupor.
"You're late!" came the condescending voice of Sonnet, the young woman sniffing disdainfully in a show of supposed superiority. She was one of the newer entertainers, a so called Shinzo. Usually not permitted to sleep with clients in fear of stealing them from the higher ranking whores. Though a rising star all the same that was destined to become the future Tayu of the Shy Bonsai, due to possessing all the desired features of one. Close smoky eyebrows, large brown eyes with big black pupils, a face the shape of a melon seed, double-jointed hands, small waist, silky black hair and long legs.
Her status was further denoted by the white facial make-up and the expensive kimono she wore, with the sash tied in the back – an important distinction for whores of the Shy Bonsai. Only the women with the sash tied in front were available for anyone to sleep with. However, she did not wear high-platform sandals, those being reserved for established Tayu.
Musa suppressed a frown tugging her lips down, knowing the girl masked her own insecurities by going after lower-tiered employees for any perceived failure. Like all things from Melody of the past – and to some degree the current one – a strict hierarchy ordered social interactions and dictated how to behave in certain situations. Even for whores in brothels.
There were the Kamuro, who usually were young girls just starting out. Given by their parents in the hopes of a better life for their daughters, sold a dream by recruiters. The Kamuro saw no clients and instead were attendants to the high ranking entertainers, delivering messages for them, doing things handmaidens often did, and learning the craft and tricks from a young age. Then there were the common whores named Yujo, meaning literally play-girl. Those could branch of in different directions depending on the brothel's theme, like the previously mentioned tea and bathhouses. On top of all the others was the Tayu, who was more like a celebrity courtesan than a whore. Able to chose who she slept with, if at all. However, the etiquette rules for them were also rather strict.
Musa was none of these but a Geisha, which simply meant entertainer or artist. A relatively ambiguous spot in the hierarchy due to its flexible nature in history. Sometimes also offering to roll onto their backs in times of trouble, or refusing to when not and staying simple entertainers. They went for a more understated beauty to contrast with the usual flashiness of the others. Geisha too tied their sash in the back, but if the client had enough money it was seen as an insult to refuse and only made enemies of other whores who perceived it as snobby to do so. Or they more simply resented the fact due to not having the same option and wanting to force the same misery on others.
The Fairy made a show of looking at her watch. "By thirty seconds, yes. Truly, I may never financially recover from this." she quipped, causing a frown on the painted face of Sonnet due to what she perceived as an insult. Made worse by some patrons laughing at it.
"Watch your tongue, slut!"
"No, you watch yours, girl!" came the strict and stern words of the Tayu of the establishment. Her voice cracking like a whip made Musa nearly flinch, while Sonnet did. "Or did you forget your place?!"
Sonnet must've paled but the make-up made discerning that impossible. "Of course not, big sister!" she proclaimed meekly with a bow, glaring at Musa from where no one could see. It was forbidden for a Tayu to curse, eat in front of clients or even touch the money given to them. All those things being seen as unseemly. Even for an aspiring one. While a Geisha being an entertainer also sometimes included being a witty comedian, so Musa hadn't stepped so much out of line as doing her job, even if she'd skirted the line by targeting a rising star.
"Good, otherwise I'd have to think you don't want to be the next Takao." the name being a title given from one Tayu to the next that added to the prestige with each generation. With the threat suitably delivered and the future high-ranking slut cowed, Takao turned to Musa. "Before you get dressed appropriately, the Madame wants to see you first."
Musa swallowed at that, not knowing what warranted the sudden summon. She hadn't performed poorly, did she? "Of course."
With trepidation in her heart Musa walked up the old but polished wooden stairs to the highest floor. Once arrived she knocked on the expertly carved door, each wing depicting one of a pair of lovers in a steamy embrace. "Enter!" she heard from beyond, and obeyed.
A familiar sight greeted her, but one entirely surprising for a brothel.
Racks of neatly wound scrolls, cupboards marked with strange symbols, and disorderly bookshelves surrounded a broad but small desk of wood so shiny it seemed to reflect the light of the room's light bright source.
Behind the desk on comfortable cushions sat the brothel owner, currently attended by three Kamuro of her own. Her small frame was wreathed in a luxurious swirl of patterned silks and elaborate jewellery, with writing on her collar identifying her as a Madam Gu Itar. She was every inch the beguiling woman she was famed to be. Her bright, exuberant brown eyes were filled with a lust for life and a desire to drink it dry each and every day. Though she stood only barely five feet tall, the Madam commanded the attention of any room she inhabited, from ballrooms to brothels. She was a rare, mature beauty who could pass as a noblewoman or at least a wealthy courtesan. Her dusky skin glistened in the light of the magical flames and her sheer silk robes hung off her curvaceous body's shoulders, exposing much of her neck and cleavage. Evidently ready to fall off at a moment's notice. Despite her beauty, Gu Itar took her job seriously and made sure her girls were working hard to make her money.
Despite the bright illumination of floating lights of all colours, there seemed to be shadows in the wrong places and stretching longer than they should. Maddeningly such always happened in the corner of her eyes, giving Musa the eerie feeling of being watched by invisible eyes. Suspicions of the Madame being a witch never left her tongue, however.
"Ah, Musa. Do come in!" she greeted with an air of warmth, purring the words with a smoky voice. One hand held out her pipe made of whalebone to a Kamuro, who promptly lit it with a match.
Musa did so, but not taking a seat without invitation. One of the first lessons she had learned the hard way here; that Madam Gu Itar demanded respect. "What can I do for you, Madam?" she inquired, her trained voice clear, high and sweet.
Before she answered the mistress gave the three Kamuro a simple command. "Leave us!" Once the three were gone and the door closed she turned all her attention towards the new arrival. "Musa, I know you've just arrived and usually don't do this, but I want you to take care of a special client for me." Itar said, taking a long drag of her pipe in a smooth motion. "Before you rush to a decision, keep in mind that it's an exceedingly powerful Wizard. You don't refuse such a man."
Multiple thoughts ran through the Fairy of Music's mind. Always ending at the same thought. "You offered me." She stated with some betrayal leaking from her tone. Not quite because of Riven – them no longer being an item before even her talk with Bloom, which hopefully stayed like that – but due to there simply being no other explanation why she'd be here having this talk otherwise. "Why?" there were other more high-ranking whores here.
"A multitude of reasons. Firstly, he's paying a lot for our services." she took another drag of her pipe, the exhaled smoke producing alluring and suggestive shapes. "But I know that's not what you want to know." she sighed with mock regret, grinning. "Another is that the other brothels don't appeal to his tastes. And all of your lovely fellows, especially the Yujo, are already booked fully. So you'd be jumping in, so to speak. Though, most importantly was the specific request of wanting a fairy. I don't know why, I didn't ask trivial questions."
"He specifically asked for one?" that wasn't too surprising overall. Despite a good chunk of Fairies working as whores they were still rare, relative to the overall population. And rarity drove the price up, and she was the only one in this establishment. In her first year of Alfea she had just learned the ropes and not seen customers. Afterwards, due to her reputation as saving Magix with the Winx, her price for sex was so high nobody had bothered to cough it up. A blessing and curse for someone in her situation. "How much is he paying?" the question held a multitude of meaning for a whore. Depending on the amount it would determine how long he'd be able to use her and in what manner. What she was to do and so much more. Unsaid was that Itar probably sold her as a virgin on top of being one of the Fairies who saved Magix, to push the price up to obscene levels.
Here the Madame's grin grew outright feral, leaning back on her free hand. "Let me put it this way." she mused, voice entirely too smug and giddy as she put her pipe down. One hand rummaged around beside her before coming back into view holding a huge silvery ingot "For this I'd let him put a baby in your belly."
At that Musa's blue eyes grew wide. "Wh-what?" the young woman sputtered in disbelief as the meaning penetrated her skull, sending her nearly reeling. Pregnancy was the bane of whores, carrying with it a multitude of problems to their profession. It all but guaranteed a drop in customers as it progressed and the belly swelled, outside of some fetishists. Followed by having to care for a child, which took up much time, money and a brothel wasn't a place for a child either way. Magical contraception and prevention was a thing and therefore used by all whores, obviously. The statement by Madame Gu Itar sent her therefore reeling for the implications it carried with it.
'It means my debt will be paid, just like that.' she realised in her stupor, wondering how silver could accomplish that. Different than her friends she wasn't royalty or had parents able to pay for Alfea's semester fees. Ironically Bloom came closest to her situation, but her parents also helped pay it while the redhead worked a part-time job in the White Horse. For Musa the brothel had sponsored her, despite knowing that she couldn't devote herself fully to it while attending Alfea. This incurred a debt Musa had to pay off, a task of many years. Decades most likely. She would've preferred another sponsor, but nobody else would take an untested and unconnected singer up on it.
Itar snorted, giving her a look that said Musa had insulted her intelligence despite not having said anything. "It just looks like silver, but isn't." the Madame told her, stroking the metallic surface greedily and lovingly. A pout on her painted lips. "Neither is it platinum." she added before revealing. "It's pure Mithril." she put the ingot back where it came from, away from the greedy eyes of others. "Do you accept?"
What could Musa say to that? Her debt would be paid. Not to mention that for all intents and purposes, she belonged to Itar as a whore right now. While there were clients she could refuse up to a point, high paying customers weren't given much leeway. So she agreed to the Madam's request. "Of course, it'd be my honour."
Having expected nothing less, Itar stood up with a satisfied nod and approached Musa. "Then let me explain how it's going to go down and lay some ground rules first." she stood directly in front of the Fairy, a hand with sharp nails took a hold of her chin. The older woman now looking directly into her blue orbs. "Due to the sheer amount of money offered, the time you'll be available for him is exactly one year on the dot."
"I under..." Musa began before she was interrupted through Itar softly putting a thumb on the Fairy's pillowy lips to keep them close.
"I don't think you do!" the words barely a step away from a snarl, accompanied by a fierce glare. "It means that you'll be available to him 24/7. If he calls, you answer." she explained with zealous vigour, eyes roaming over Musa's body as if assessing a piece of meat. "Should he want to fuck you in the middle of the day on a busy street you drop everything, including your panties, to the ground, push out your shapely ass and ask which hole he wants to use." there was a gleam in the woman's eyes and a tone of voice that suggested she was imagining herself in those scenarios. "Should you be hungry and together with him the first thing you'll consider feasting on is to be his cock followed by his cum. If he's hungry or thirsty, you'll offer to let him eat your pussy or suck your tits!"
The Fairy with dark-blue hair watched warily and silently as the women seemed to grow more than a bit deranged. Not even truly paying attention to her as she ranted, evidently losing herself in a fantasy.
"If he wants you on a leash, then that's what's going to happen." she hissed with a throaty moan, grasping Musa's chin in a vice now. "It doesn't matter what it is, you do it without complaint: Be it to clean his rim, wash his body with your tits, worship his balls, suck his cock, take his load, carry his child." Itar literally shuddered in ecstasy at the last one before she blinked, coming back from inside her mind. One hand went to pat her left cheek. "You will show him indulgence without regret, delight without boundaries and gratification beyond count. As daughters of Melody we've got a reputation to uphold, after all." one perfectly manicured eyebrow was raised expectantly. "Clear?"
"Crystal."
"Excellent!" came the false cheery reply. "Now go and make sure he drinks our special tea. I'm sure you won't be disappointed, if he does."
With that Musa left, directed by the Kamuro to one of the nicer rooms on the second floor where she'll be meeting her client and given time to prepare.
Effusing an air of lavish charm, the room Musa now occupied was a meticulous reflection of the brothel owner's polished tastes. The floating everlasting candles here burned with flames of crimson and orange. The interior scheme paired sleek, minimalistic design with subtle luxuries so not to distract from the main attraction; the whore. Musa was presented on a luxurious queen-sized bed. The Fairy shivered half with excitement and half with fear as she sprawled out on the bed. The silken lavender sheets – sinfully soft against her pale skin – with their tasselled pillows made the appearance of a favoured harem girl's roost.
She wore the tasteful make-up of an expensive courtesan and a few pieces of jewellery in form of bracelets and anklets that, if they hadn't come from affluent admirers, would have most definitely cost more than she could pay. Not that she could wear them anywhere without rasing questions from her friends. Her long hair fell down her back like a waterfall. While her fingernails were longer than usual – a change from her usual style, keeping them short for rather obvious reasons – and filed carefully to a common curve, painted the same dark red as the toenails visible at the end of her bare feet. Her body was tall, slim and toned, but far more curved than muscular.
She sat on her knees. Ready and prepared to bow and press her tits upon the bed like the most abased suppliant, and make her long dark hair stream over her white shoulders and her forehead rest on slender fingers intertwined. Only some traditional rectangular paper charms painted with esoteric symbols – usually used to protect dwellings from evil spirits – stuck to her nipples and pussy in an erotic cosplay. So she could 'exorcise' bad spirits. The lower one barely stopped under her pubis, clinging so tightly that it showed hints of the puffiness of her sex.
Above that and on top of her womb an elaborate symbol was painted, looking simply like a hollow heart waiting to be filled. It wasn't just cosmetic, but a technique used in various rituals to draw out more magic from a male partner. Usually required in some specific rituals a self-respecting Fairy wouldn't engage in. However, the client apparently had an issue with an overabundance of Od and it was her job to draw it out.
Strange, silvery moonlight wavered on the curtains draping the walls of the room, and the air was thick with the herbaceous mingling of incense. They were taken from shelves containing jars and vials of dried tea leaves and herbs lining the wall near the bed from floor to ceiling. Therein was an assortment of drugs and herbs helpful to her profession. While in the room's centre stood an oblong table carved from dark, finely treated wood and ringed with comfortable chairs.
On the table was a cup of tea, already full of a lightly red fluid that was made with Blood-flower leaf with a dollop of Mad Honey and a splash of Invigoration Draught. It had the effect of heightening blood pressure in ways that increased the duration of a male erection, granting more stamina and dulling inhibitions. Something the Madame had personally ensured arrived. Another measure to help with his special condition, which was made easier with a prolonged erection.
Musa dearly hoped it wasn't some old geezer with erectile dysfunction. Even if the chances of that were quite high. Though, if that was the case she wouldn't care due to taking a precaution.
The object in question consisted of a large red fruit. Normally a smaller blue one would be sticking closely to it, nearly glued on top. Though, the counterpart to it was given to her client. Hers was a ruddy red and spouting emerald fronds resembling fleshy wings with which to embrace the smaller one, and a snout-like crown to swallow its counterpart. The fruit glistened with dew and unlike the smaller blue fruit this one was slightly squishy. Musa knew the sapphire one was smaller and had a hard shell full of spikes, resembling a Lychee quite a bit in appearance.
The trees that grew those were rare plants that had exclusively one gender, instead of both as did most plants. Both the male and female tree would always sprout at the same time from side-by-side locations and extend upwards, intertwining with each other. When the tips of their branches intertwined, skipping the flowering stage, blue fruits from the male tree and red fruits from the female tree ripened as a pair. What was even rarer for this plant, was that the seeds still hadn't been produced at the fruit bearing stage, perhaps because the flowering stage had been skipped. The two ripened fruits that were side-by-side, would cling closely together just as the two trees became intertwined and grew. Eventually the red fruit would engulf the blue fruit, as if swallowing it. The smaller one then sunk into the red fruit as if drowning and then they become one. After that the two fruits ultimately completely became one, blue flesh covered by red flesh to make one fruit. At this stage, the process was akin to pollination in other plants and seeds were produced.
However, if the blue fruit was eaten by a man and the red one by a woman a peculiar effect occurred explained by the fruit's name. Colloquially the fruits were known as the "Poor Man's Love Potion" and officially as the "Couple's Fruit". Though other than a Love Potion no obsession was produced and it was more accurate to say it was inducing incredible lust and physical attraction in both subjects directed at each other. As if both fruits sought each other out from inside the two people. The effect varied in how long it lasted for different couples, but for most it was over in a day.
Quite useful to overcome the nerves of inexperienced customers and whores alike. The more powerful drugs – be they Sannish, Dream Mist or even more esoteric ones like Luhix – were not available in this establishment. Their dubious legal and addictive nature, as well as the great difficulty in acquiring them, made them too dangerous and not worth the potential risk.
The Fairy of Music only knew what it was due to Flora's extensive knowledge of Horticulture. Musa then picked up the apple-sized red fruit. As she grasped it, the snout-like crown popped open. A sweet aroma then permeated the air around it, a promise of mouthwatering succulence, tantalizing before ever a bite is taken. Without further preamble Musa took a bite of it, sweetness immediately assaulting her tongue with the first bite taken. Before she knew it the fruit was eaten and a fire ignited in her belly. It seemed to pull her magnetically in a direction, letting her feel where the counterpart was located.
'He's coming.' she realised with startling clarity, feeling the pull intensify. Suddenly an increased sense of self-confidence and heightened awareness was induced in her, making every thought seem incredibly complex and sensations uncannily vivid. A sense of strength, contentment and belonging that grew and grew the nearer she felt him come.
Though, all of her thoughts became muted when a man replaced them unbidden in her mind. He had hair as black as raven's feathers, twinkling emerald eyes, a loop-sided smile and an intoxicating presence. A blink of her blue eyes later the door opened and suddenly fantasy became real, with Harry now standing in the doorway before her. Clothed in a simple robe held close by a sash.
Musa's stomach dropped down slightly, seeing the man before her and recognizing him as the same one Bloom fancied and she had met a few days before. While a part of her had been intrigued and even interested, she wasn't such a bitch as to try and snatch him away from her friend. That desire was quickly squashed by her more primal and selfish side now at the forefront of her being. She could send him on his way, but then she'd still be in debt and a huge amount of trouble on top of it.
'Not to mention that he doesn't seem to be doing so well.' she thought in concern. Clearly seeing his laboured breathing, dilated eyes, a barely suppressed grimace of pain on his handsome features and the quite obvious erection tenting the fabric around his crotch. Also then remembering the issue Bloom mentioned he currently was struggling with. 'I'll be doing Bloom a favour, keeping him healthy.' she reasoned. Her pussy already moist due to her own preparations, soaking the paper charm stuck to her pussy with it.
Evidently pushed to the limit her customer didn't utter a greeting or make a remark. Instead slipping his arms from his long-sleeved robe and letting the top fall around his waist, showcasing his muscled and scarred torso to her gaze. When he was bare-chested, Musa felt her heart flutter. The man had a muscular definition that was a perfect medium between svelte and bulky. His wide shoulders formed an enticing triangle shape with his waist, and the area between was a land of valleys that seemed to have been chiselled by Melodian masters. She could easily imagine him relaxing in a spring, with beads of sweat dripping lazily down the clearly-present furrow between his defined pectorals. She began to feel a rather pleasant buzz in her belly.
"Welcome, let me..."
Musa's introductory words were cut off and ignored completely as Harry joined her. As such he went straight for the prize on the bed; the Alfea fairy. Probably not even recognizing Musa at all beyond her capacity as a wet and convenient hole to stuff his aching cock in and empty his load into. Something that for some reason seemed to turn her on even more, making her put the blame on the Couple's Fruit.
Despite that Musa still felt rather in control of the situation due to the knowledge of him having eaten the blue counterpart to her own, ensuring that not even a thought of harming her could enter his mind. That all changed when the wizard aggressively grabbed her breasts and firmly squeezed with hands that seemed far too practised. Her pert breasts were absolutely perfect in shape and suspension, each one as large as his hands, and each turgid nipple seemingly a perfect fit for his mouth. The Alfea Fairy immediately squinted her eyes and let out a lip-quivering moan as he pulled the sticky paper charms off her nipples.
She shuddered in desire as his calloused and confident hands kneaded her flesh, groping, squeezing just the right amount, pressing thumbs into her nipples and rotating them in just the right way. As a whore Musa should want to feel like she was doing him a favour, making good on her end of the bargain to alleviate his problem. But considering the pleasure she was feeling from having her tits groped by a powerful wizard – it seemed the favours were going in the opposite direction.
Next he leaned in and pressed his lips together around Musa's left breast, pulling it to his face and giving it a long suck, drawing the biggest, neediest groan yet from the whore. "Ough!" Musa groaned. "That… feels so good!" There was no use denying it. Her crotch was quivering just from this magician sucking at her needy breasts. Something about him, biting and sucking and pulling big mouthfuls of her flesh into his mouth, slurping her nipples hard, seemed just so right.
"W-Wait!" the fairy gasped out, remembering something as she ran her hands through his silky and messy hair. "You still... have to – oh right there – take your medicine." evidently he wasn't listening to her, and rather chose to take his hands exploring over the peaks and valleys of her body. One hand groping her free tit and rolling the sensitive nipple between his fingers while the other went exploring her cavern. The soaked through paper charm easily removed with but a gesture, revealing puffy pussy lips drooling her arousal onto the mattress. "Please," she mewled, writhing in his pleasurable grasp. "You need to... take it." Of course, in her state of utter horniness she would have done it without, but Musa was almost as concerned for him as she was ready for a good fuck with a handsome and rugged wizard.
When he only growled in reply Musa – in a feat of willpower – summoned the cup of tea towards herself, evaporating the liquid into a gaseous form with a quick spell before delivering it straight into his lungs on his next few breaths. A technique mostly used to deliver potions to an unconscious patient. It also allowed her room to catch her breath as well due to his surprise, not that it lasted all that long.
Seizing her chance she pounced, pushing him onto the bed. Next she swiftly undid his sash and tore the robe from his enticing body, revealing the treasure beneath by exposing his prodigious genitals into the open air... and Musa got a close-up view. Harry actually let out a small, relieved grunt at letting his huge nuts fall to the bed between his thighs. From where they spread out and pooled under their own weight, rolling against the inside of his legs and forming a sort of cushion for his prodigious shaft. Which flopped down between his legs and then onto the soft mattress below.
She reached down and lifted up his already hardening cock so it laid over one leg. Musa then cupped one hefty nut in her palm which burned with the churning heat of it. Each one was slightly larger in size than a lemon, weighing the sack down and stretching the scrotal skin with sheer volume! His balls seemed to be really churning, looking painfully swollen, and the muscled man spread his knees apart to allow Musa easier access. Harry groaned needily at her touch and she felt the testicle twitch inside its smooth casing. At the same time, the bulbous head of his cock seemed to quiver and a thick, gooey rivulet of semen ran from the tip, splattering onto the bed in a gelatinous pile.
"You're really backed up, huh?" Musa moaned out in astonishment, blue eyes wide, knowing he hadn't orgasmed. His balls were seemingly simply full to overflowing. The man's big, nasty breeding tanks were producing a huge load right before her eyes! The issue was as thick as goo with a deep white colour. She squeezed experimentally at the testicle again and the same result was produced - that monster cock was producing wads as fast as she could milk it out. "By the Great Dragon, that looks painful. Let me help." Musa then used both hands to heft the huge shaft to her face and stared down the barrel of that leaking pisshole before servicing him as she was taught.
The fairy then licked from the base up to the crown of his penis and slid her mouth over his bulbous glans, making a choking noise as she allowed his girth to drill all the way to the back of her mouth. The action distending her puffy, painted lips around the shaft like a chipmunk as she made blistering eye contact. Her deep blue eyes were watering as she bobbed up and down on the first half of Harry's cock, her plump lips forming a tight seal around the musky shaft and leaving colourful imprints of her lipstick on it. Her inexperienced service made a grotesquely wet sound while bubbles of drool were beginning to trail down her chin and neck.
As she sucked, Musa's squeezing hands milked and coaxed some of the constantly flowing cum stuck in Harry's urethra up toward the top of his dick, forcing it out the same way one might squeeze toothpaste from a tube. There was a liquid sound and her cheeks puffed out a little as a heavy deposit of cum slid into her mouth, piling on her tongue. Another lance came immediately after, bulging out her cheeks even more and dribbling a little past the corner of her lips. Sky-blue eyes rolled back lewdly and her nostrils flared as she exhaled with pleasure. When she pulled her mouth off with a nasty oral pop, her eyes were half-lidded with arousal as she beheld the monster cock she'd been sucking.
The whore moaned as she swapped the thick, virile cum back and forth with her tongue. After fifteen seconds of mixing it with her abundant saliva her lips parted, making thick stands of goo-like cum connect her lips. Proudly showing a thick deposit of cum pooling on her tongue before pausing to swirl the sperm around in her mouth some more. Her neck bobbed as she tried to swallow, resulting in difficulty that made her cough and her eyes water. "It's so thick!" the lewd fairy professed perversely. Followed by diving straight back down to swallow and nurse on his cock some more.
"That's it, whore!" Harry seethed, bracing both his powerful hands on her hair and pushing, forcing more cock down her undulating throat. Musa's thighs were utterly soaked, and more juice was leaking from her quim all the time. It was clear the woman was getting turned on, wetter than she had ever been, just from the act of servicing his muscled body and huge cock. "Choke on my cock!" His firm grip prevented the fairy from raising her head, keeping half of his pipe jammed down the slut's throat. The noises coming from her gagging, drooling mouth were growing increasingly sloppy, accompanied by the equally lewd sound of Musa fingering herself.
Harry looked down at the depraved sight before him, an animalistic part of him relishing it. Most of his cock was buried down the slut's spasming throat already, her blue eyes were wide and watering, drool was sliding from the seal her puffy lips made around his dick, soaking breasts squished against his legs. Her expression seemed to beg her client to bury his cock even deeper into her gullet.
Deciding to obliged her request Harry pushed deeper down her throat. Lost in the moment his powerful hands and arms forced her face further down his cock, feeling the enticing tightness as inch after inch of his prong slid into her wet gurgling insides. "Fuck, I need this!" he bellowed out in ancient need. Whether she liked it or not, Musa's throat was being totally cored out by his conquering dick. It caused her eyes to roll back to the whites as she orgasmed from the rough treatment, her throat undulating pleasurably around his cock as she tried to swallow more of him. Right up until his balls slapped her chin, slathering it with her own saliva and his musky sweat.
Every cord of sinew and sculpted muscle in his powerful body tensing and crackling, Harry bucked his hips and drove the last inch of his dick into Musa's stretched mouth, hilting himself. His glans now burrowed deep in her throat and forming an erotic bulge along her neck. "Take it, you whore!" he hissed, not even realizing he was saying it, that his frustration of his situation birthed his current sexual selfishness that was overflowing and erupting just as his massive balls were. An orgasm days in the making rocketed up his shaft. His pisshole dilated and there was a nasty sound as gouts of thick semen began to erupt directly into his slut's belly. His virile, voluminous thick seed flew from his cock in sticky ropes, forming piles inside her stomach as he fed her copious amounts of cum.
Musa gurgled like a just-born babe, and rivulets of spittle slid from her nostrils as tears ran from her eyes. Orgasming helplessly at the feeling of Harry dumping his massive load into her stomach. Wetness splattered from between her legs, her pussy was so wet that her juiced had made her inner thighs slick almost instantly. Her entire throat felt like one hot, throbbing, overwhelmed erogenous zone. She could feel that hot huge cock spewing in her stomach, unloading a stream of cum as copious as piss! A humiliating, powerful and all-consuming orgasm ripped through her nubile body, wracking every nerve as she shuddered and squirted out a stream.
At the same time, she heaved for air again and splattered another dripping, sloppy gout of throat-goo out of the stretched out seal of her mouth. Unable to heave off his cock due to his hands holding her head still. Finally, just as black spots danced in her vision did he use his hands to pull Musa's grasping mouth off his cock after a minute of constantly spewing a river of cum inside her guts.
Slightly out of it and her vision spinning Musa suddenly found herself face-down on the mattress. One of her client's forearms pressing into the back of her neck. Keeping her face pressed into the bed, Harry slid a hand under her waist, encircling it, pulling it upward so she was kneeling, and pulled her thighs apart next. It left Musa in the position with her face down, ass up, and she used the opportunity to twerk slovenly even as he leaned over her, bouncing her ass rhythmically. Her mind too far gone to care about decency in any measure. The only thing on her mind that huge raging cock about to spear into her dripping pussy.
She arched her back like a minx, accentuating her ass, giving him the best view possible as she offered the invitation. Not wasting any breath or time he slid inside. It was a vice-like grip, her textured, sopping walls seeming to hug his cock as he pressed forward. He could feel every hot, wet, superheated bump, and it drew a relieved moan from his lips. As if a balm had been applied to an invisible wound.
"Fuuuuck!" Musa groaned into the mattress, grabbing handfuls of the coverlet. "Don't you dare stop!" He was having a hard time fitting everything inside, but slowly yet surely he was opening up more of her snug snatch with each insistent thrust. Years of fighting, dancing and athleticism toned Musa's body into a perfect vision of fitness, but all that had amounted to only providing a terrific ride for the man ploughing her into the bed. She felt him grab her hips more tightly, using his superior weight and angle to shove forward, sinking deeper into her hot molten fuck box. Drilling so far until his length disappeared entirely and his fat glans knocked at her cervix.
Musa gritted her teeth and gripped the edge of the mattress tightly as her body was rocked forward again. She felt the man behind her bottom out, her cunt stretching to accommodate the bulbous head and thick, rock hard length of his shaft. She barely made to catch a quick gasp of air before he pulled back and slammed into her once more causing her to grunt out loudly. She lost her handhold, her medium breasts squishing under her as she moaned through another body-shaking shove from the man behind her. Each time the ruthless wizard slammed down and hilted himself in the young woman's cunt, his hips would smack firmly against her jiggling ass and prompt a breathless moan from her. Her toes curled and clenched as her ass bounced to the steady rhythm of each thrust.
"Gods you're so fucking tight!" The powerful wizard barked out, a bit overwhelmed by how snug her cunt felt around him.
The words made Musa flush hotly, but it was nothing compared to the cherry red of her overworked pussy lips as they struggled to take his massive cock. Next one of his strong calloused hands gripped her slender waist and yanked her back, forcefully impaling the dark-haired whore once again on his massive cock. A stifled squeak escaped her lips as her pussy met and gripped the base of his length. Musa pushed herself back and her arse shook back and forth in ecstasy with his thrusting, grunting in her throat with each pump. She could feel his muscled abs bang against her firm arse with each powerful thrust while below her, his huge and swollen balls swung forward, smacking against her engorged clit as he continued his aggressive fucking.
For a good five minutes he fucked her at this pace, drawing an orgasmic cry at multiple points. The room filled with nothing but the sounds of ass-clapping and ball-slapping, punctuated by Musa's animalistic but muffled moans. She begged – no squealed – for his cum, and did her best to drive her pussy back into his crotch to make the penetration even more complete and lewd. Lube and pre-cum combined to form gooey bridges between his abs and her ass every time he withdrew even a little. The milking, churning sounds from within her pussy conjured images of wet, textured, pink fuck-tunnels wrapped condom-tight around his massive dick. Harry was on his feet, driving down into her at an angle, spearing her depths, wringing every bit of sensation he could out of his whore. Each thrust knocking firmly against her cervix.
'My womb... it's nothing more than a plaything for his cock.' she thought after another silent orgasm rippled through her, feeling her baby-sack descend to greet his cock and better receive his seed.
He started to cum while he was still thrusting, immediately flooding her gripping insides and filling her womb in less than five powerful, hose-like blasts of semen. His hot seed burst through the young woman's cervix and swarmed her womb. Musa tossed her head back and grit her teeth as her body burned in an unexpectedly pleasant way from the searing hot load. He continued to pump her cunt until she was filled to the brim with so much cum that it had begun to drizzle down onto the sheets. Then churning up the excess with his movements, still spurting while he pounded away, sending gouts of hot, white, thick semen splattering down over the bed.
As he filled her up the symbol on her womb filled up some, drawing magic from him to fuel itself. The act triggered her next orgasm, causing her to scream as she squirted out a stream in hip-rattling euphoria. A ecstatic cry tore from Musa's throat, followed by a shriek of surprise when he still thrust his cock inside her well lubricated snatch. She wanted desperately to move but instead had to hide her face into the bed once more due to harsh grip he had on her. It kept her ass upright and taut as she rode out the rough doggy-style fuck.
"That's a good quim you've got there!" he grunted out, still pumping and grinding into her hot and squishy cunt. "Sing for me some more, Fairy of Music!"
Shameful arousal burned across her cheeks, yet she couldn't stop herself from climbing ever closer to that next humiliation. She could feel every bump, every ridge, every vein of his cock as it speared through her soft cunt. It was inevitable; she was going to cum once more and cum hard. Thankfully no one else but him would get a front row view of her fall into depravity. The tamed fairy gave one last groan of defeat before it melted into a cry of raw bliss, and the next thrust pushed her over the edge. Stars of light burst across her vision as her body locked up and came all over the wizard's cock.
"Fucking hell." He hissed in mild discomfort as her pussy clamped down hard, but that didn't slow him down in the slightest. In fact, he sped up his thrusts even faster, eager to reward his new whore with a new and potent load. "You want to move so badly? Then watch yourself take every last drop!" Without warning one strong hand gripped her long blue hair and pulled hard in a display of sheer dominance.
Musa was barely even capable of registering the subsequent shot of cum through her lust-fogged mind. The young woman was far too busy cumming. Her body trembled in unbridled pleasure from head to toe, and the only thing keeping her from collapsing into the bed was the ever-present hold on her hair. The man's iron grip on her hair only tightened and forced her head further back as he pumped her full of cum, forcing Musa to show off her unintentionally lewd expression to the mirror in the room.
With her head forced back, the fairy had no choice but to watch her own sweaty face through blurry eyes. Her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were glazed over from unwanted pleasure brought about from every cunt-smashing thrust. The twin sensations of being fucked like an animal while being dominated so easily weakened Musa to the point where she could no longer hold herself together. Her hands dug into the sheets, gripping them as tight as her pussy did his cock as she struggled to get a firm hold on herself, but she could not hold back the hot, heavy pants that fluttered from her red lips. The horny man was only spurred on by the pussy that was now unexpectedly clenching around his member in silent appreciation, as if welcoming him to spew his virile load once more inside her receptive womb.
The wizard in a breeding frenzy made sure to shove every last drop inside Musa's womb, despite the fact that it was already stuffed from the previous load. The poor girl's pussy, once so chaste and pure, now did everything in its power to milk his cock dry, squeezing and massaging the rigid shaft for all its worth. Some did escape from her over-saturated cunt when he pumped her some more. Once more the symbol on her womb flared, filling out some more and letting her orgasm continue even longer than before.
Musa, too weak and tired to even think about resisting, could do no more as her body continued to be used by the man. She barely reacted outside of moaning mindlessly when she was pulled up and into a full-nelson position, his cock never once vacating her used cunt. She made weak, pained grunts as she was roughly impaled, her full breasts bouncing from every downward motion as cum continued to leak from her pussy.
'This... this guy's cock...' she thought, blinking in and out of consciousness. Now on her back onto the utterly stained bed. 'He's mashing my pussy to a pulp. If this keeps going...' Again and again the man drove his member inside her, opening her and forcing her straining pussy to accept his huge cock. Tight and hard with Harry's boiling seed, the great sack crashed against her buttocks. He was little more than a beast now, only intent to seed her womb beyond the shadow of a doubt.
She could not speak or think properly anymore, the only sound she gave were breathless gasps. Unable to even take a breath properly thanks to the rapid tempo of his cock against her innards. Harry's pendulous sack was beginning to swell even bigger now, as his monstrous balls filled to the brim with thick cum once more. Musa could tell instinctively he was close, all she needed to do was hold out and try to get him to cum faster so this trying but exquisite ordeal could be over.
His enormous cock plunged into her gushing and defiled depths once more. Feeling her squeeze and flutter around him, kneading every vein of his fat throbbing prick. The man's huge balls grew tighter and heavier by the second, desperate to be milked off their boiling spunk. The pressure built until he reached his final orgasm for the day.
"Fuck!" he howled and exploded. Sizzling jets of seed exploded through her cervix, racing through the monstrous coil of his cock and splashing into her belly. Harry held perfectly still, holding Musa entrapped in his crushing grip as he bred her. His overloaded sack, despite just cumming half an hour ago, jerked and clenched, forcing freshly brewed seed into her.
The Fairy of Music trembled as the thick, shuddering hose pumped the man's inhuman load inside her. Her womb quickly filled, then began to stretch as it was forced to take cup after cup of his spunk. Harry grunted mindlessly, his whole body seized by the animal desire to inseminate her. The blue-haired whore shook her head almost imperceptibly, biting fiercely at her lip. Her fingers clutched the sheets tightly, her body eagerly accepting the monstrous seeding. As Harry continued to breed her, the hot spunk coursing through his cock and emptying into her overstuffed depths, Musa's cunt squeezed once on the pulsating cock impaling her and without warning, she screamed and threw her head back.
Once more the symbol on her womb – long since filled completely – flared up, overwhelming her with an echo of each peak. Her spasming cunt jerked and tugged at him throughout her unexpected orgasm, as if desperate to milk out more of his fertile, steaming cream. At that moment Harry made a choking sound deep in his throat. A bulge wound its way through his long, twitching cock and gurgled into her womb, and then another and another, like beads on a necklace. Clots of a much thicker spunk, dredged up from the bottoms of the man's huge balls, clumped together in the ocean of cum inside her. He shuddered and pressed against her, forcibly and finally emptying out his aching sack and bloating her more and more with his batter.
Through the haze of ecstasy, despite her dishevelled hair, utterly cum-stained skin and delirious state of mind, Musa's beauty still shone through. Orgasming with humiliating, eye-rolling and tongue-lolling intensity. Even momentarily blacking out through the most brutal but fulfilling orgasm of her life. Her womb once more flaring with power that sent wave over wave of pleasure through her body.
Harry gave a low moan and fell back onto the stained mattress, finally vacating her well-used cunt after hour upon hour of use. The white of the leaking creampies contrasted heavily with the bright red of her sore pussy lips as they struggled, and failed miserably, to snap shut.
At last she let out an euphoric sigh, eyes glassy with pleasure. She had never been happier.