She shrugged, "why pay for what you could get for free? Anyway, this place is full of shapeshifters, so it's not like it's likely that anyone will be what they seem at a glance." She glanced back at Geren, idly rotating her cup, "are you a demon? I'd rather not be growing any extra bits in the morning if I can help it. If you aren't... Get me upstairs and get my clothes off. It has to be better than sitting here watching Grob and Tors make fools of themselves again."
"You don't have to worry about that with me. I'm clean." He grinned slightly and grabbed her, pulling her to her feet and leading her to his room. He set about removing her clothes, brushing his hand up against her body as he did so. He removed his own clothes more quickly, saying "So, what can I do to make your dream come true?"
(I've been so inconsistent in that one NPC's name....)
And so off they went, and Geren would find that his room was simpler than the one that Sovyre had taken him to the previous night. His as yet unnamed client proved all too eager to let Geren get her clothes off, her furs, armored vest, and underarmor all being tossed aside with ease. She kicked off her own boots once her modest breasts were exposed, ready for him to palm while their darker green tips were already hardening as the chill air touched them. She grabbed his collar as he was pulling her pants down and dragged him into an open mouthed kiss, and for a few second he had to struggle to get her pants down over her bubbly heart shaped ass. She wasn't wearing any panties.
"First... Why don't you become whatever you really look like?" she asked, watching Geren intently as he did away with his own clothing. Whatever his response to that, once he was naked his client would push him back onto the bed and knelt between his legs. "First," she kissed the tip of his manhood, "let me get you nice and slippery~" The end of her sentence saw the orcess flicked her tongue against the head of Geren's shaft, and her licks quickly progressed to cover every inch of his cock over the next few minutes.
She eventually stopped her licking and engulfed two thirds of his shaft in her mouth with one quick gulp before he pressed into her throat and she stopped, but after resting for a moment the orc woman slid off with a slurp followed by a pop. Standing, she pushed him onto his back, but rather than climb on top of him she moved to kneel beside him, and once more her head vanished into his lap even though his cock was already quite slippery and stone hard from all of the slow, teasing licks he'd endured. She bobbed up and down slowly on his shaft, at first licking but then taking it into her mouth and sucking on it. After a few minutes she shifted again, still giving almost painfully slow bobs of her mouth onto Geren's rod while her tongue constantly stroked the shaft or rolled around the tip while her cheeks dimpled inwards as she sucked, eventually swinging a leg over his head so that her hairless sex was hovering over his face, in easy reach of mouth and fingers and clearly meant for him to return some of the attention he was getting.
Geren was glad that the orcess was this eager. The only problem was her request. My true form? Not a chance. He wasn't about to do that. However, he had to do something. He recalled what he could about the other, lesser races. Only 3 others had the ability to naturally change, if he remembered correctly. Wait... there was a fourth. He visualized what his new form would look like. He looked much like an elf, except his skin was the color of flame and he had two small horns on his head. He changed as he caressed her breasts, his fingernails turned black and slightly pointed, though not enough to cut. "I'm just a half-blood." As he came from her blowjob, he wondered if the myth about the taste was true. The tip of his tongue split like a snake's as he began to eat the orcess out when she placed it before him.
Whether he took his real form or not, his partner obviously couldn't know, and didn't seem to care. She gave a startled gasp that turned into a gurgle as he came into her mouth, but quickly recovered and swallowed down his load in quick gulps. She gave a few bobs and then set about teasing him with flicks of her tongue while he began returning the favor. "Who said you could cum?" she cooed teasingly, and continued to tease him while he ate her out for the next few minutes, until he managed to return the favor and make her cum.
After he worked her through an orgasm with his tongue, she turned around and straddled him. "Make it hard," she grunted as she lowered herself, vicelike folds squeezing around Geren's manhood. Her hips began to rise and fall slowly, making him feel her folds glide across every inch, but her command was fairly clear and offered little in the way of interpretation.
Geren nodded. She wants it hard? Let's see how hard I can make it. Geren timed his thrusts as well as he could, pushing into her. He held her waist and pushed her down onto each of his thrusts, grinding inside of her. Each time, he got a little wider and a little longer. Just a little. Not enough for the orc to be sure anything was happening. Eventually, he came inside of her but he didn't slow down. While cumming, he fucked her like nothing had happened. Whatever protection she had used, it wouldn't stop his seed. He wondered how she would deal with children that were much more than her.
His client for the night moaned passionately as he took the lead and began to to buck up into her. Her soft folds gave delightful clenches around his cock every time he drew back, and as he grew bigger inside of her the tight squeeze of her sex only made the pleasure offered by her tight sex all the more intense. "Ooooh yeah, fuck me!" she groaned when he began pulling her down to meet his thrusts, her hips having already been doing so but the added force producing audible claps every time he bottomed out.
There seemed to be no limit to the orc's lust, her pussy able to take his slowly enhanced rod and the hardest fucking that Geren could manage from beneath her. She orgasmed just before he did, and then suddenly dropped onto his lap and began to grind quickly, his manhood being stroked rhythmically by her spasming inner walls. She let out a lewd howl as he began to pump his seed into her, spurt after spurt of his potent semen sucked directly into her womb as she seemed ready to drain him of every drop he had to offer. She had gone completely unprotected, and the legendary fecundity of her kind provided an easy target for his sperm. Once more Geren knew on instinct that his seed had taken root not only once, but twice by the time he had finished pouring his cream into her.
She continued to grind on his lap for a moment as she basked in her afterglow, letting out regular soft groans, but soon enough she started bucking onto him again as Geren displayed no signs of going soft. She, like Sovyre, didn't seem to mind the idea of going for as long as her stamina could hold out. Regardless, at that point Geren had a number of options to choose from, the simplest being to just start pounding up into her again as she so obviously enjoyed. If he chose to change positions, she would merrily go along with it and allow him to take full control, but if he didn't she would suddenly pull off and climb away, crawling further onto the bed and waving her wonderfully rounded ass enticingly at him while she propped herself up on her elbows.
Geren continued as they were, his body capable of cumming as many times as he wanted. And cum he did, until she was exhausted and filled to the brim. He pulled out, tired but strangely satisfied. ("Hmmm... better not get to into this. I've got to go as fast as possible, after all.") After making sure the orc was either satisfied or unconcious, he went to report his work. He cautiously asked some of his coworkers whether he or the customer would be fined for being impregnated.
The orc woman would be exhausted after a few hours, flopping over with a contented sigh and his seed having taken root in her flooded womb, her sex having drained his balls nearly as well as Savyre's. Before he left, she cleaned his cock with another sensual blowjob, swallowing one last dose of his seed if Geren was willing to give it, and then crawled under the covers and went to sleep.
Leaving the room, Geren would be able to corner a server if he so wished, talk to a dancer after their performance, or wait outside one of the room for one of the other whores, depending on who he wanted to ask. None of them would suggest that he would be fined for getting a client pregnant though, all of them saying that he wouldn't need to worry about it.
After Geren finds out he is in the clear, he goes to get paid. He forgot the math he had done but he knew this was going to take days unless he figured out something. Nothing was coming to mind, though. He didn't really want to enter into a breeding contract, though. Grumbling slightly, he goes back to his room to recover. Humans, elves, orcs, demons... he was beginning to get sick of all of them. They were all just obstructions. He had made a mistake but he hadn't expected to get stuck. Afterwards, he goes to get some food. He would buy the bare minimum, using his powers to rejuvinate himself. (Can Natural Order do that or can it only be used to restore hp?) He then looks for his next target.
(Gonna do a minor time skip slash montage just to save time, feel free to elaborate on any one scene if you think it interesting.)
He would make six denarii off of the orc woman, who happily paid up and smacked him on the ass on his way out. His magic and a bit of food would help him restore his stamina, and all too quickly he would find himself another partner, the ones he had seen earlier all still present save for the drunk woman who had been watching the stripper. The woman in the homespun dress gave him a slightly hopeful look on sighting him, her cheeks now a rosy color from the drinks she'd been enjoying and the tips of her large breasts visibly erect under the fabric of her clothes.
The next few days would see Geren through a whirlwind of debauchery, seeing him laid more times in a short while than he ever had before. The next day he would be grabbed by a busty, redheaded orc woman who was already dragging along another of his male coworkers, and she dropped ten denraii for them to both take her at once, hard. He was given second shot at her pussy, which was already dirtied with his companion's seed, but he would get his chance to seed her with his child.
The day after her were a series of bored local housewives, three brunettes and two blonds and all with motherly figures, each nervous but excited, and all ripe for him to breed as they gave him free reign to take them however he willed. A break from them came when a lithe woman whose violet eyes pierced him like a knife, a faerie siren and enchantress with bright green hair and golden skin, took him and rode his face while teasingly sucking on his cock, keeping him on edge all night while she orgasmed again and again, feeding delicately on his burning essence until she left him exhausted after only one climax into her mouth. Next came a pair of blue haired succubi that were not with Jess' group, their creamy skin and flawlessly formed figures offset by their dark horns and crimson eyes, who first shared him between their mouths so well that when he came from it he nearly blacked out and then took turns riding him, seemingly enjoying the pain of taking his energy as they too offered him a chance to spread his seed.
Another pair of dark haired housewives, both elves, one of whom asked that he tie her up and blindfold her in as demure a manner as such a request could be made, while the other simply gave him a vigorous ride comparable to Savyre or the orc woman who was his first client. A trio of goblin girls from Acheron shared him next, short but still fully formed and attractive in their way, and none of them let him spill his seed outside of their wombs. By the end of his second week, Geren had been all but exhausted even with his magical aid and some tips from his coworkers, and so was given a day off for more conventional work, cleaning and serving drinks behind the bar for a few hours.
The next day, however, he would be back to work, nearly half of his debt paid off and a bit of coin in his pocket if he so wished. As he walked into the main hall, which was as busy as it ever was, and cast a look around for prospective clients, he spotted a woman with incredibly pale skin clad in a tight red dress that barely hid her incredible figure. Shiny black hair fell in a curtain down her back halfway to her waist, and as soon as he looked at her Geren found himself simply unable to look away, leaving him standing all but dumbstruck somewhere near the door leading to the stairs going up. She spoke to a similarly pale man in rich garb, both seemingly amicable, but when they parted she looked around for a moment before a pair of dazzling crimson eyes settled on him. A grin that revealed sharp canines spread across her face, and she marched up to Geren with a sureness and grace that he rarely saw anywhere besides his fellow sidhe, hooked her arm in his, and started leading him up the stairs.
"I hope you've got stamina.... Faerie," she purred hungrily, "because I've not gotten fucked properly in.... Well, almost twelve hours, but it's the principle of the thing!" She gave a soft chuckle at her own apparent debauched lifestyle, and then sighed and tugged him a little closer to her side. "Do you know what I am?" she asked in a sudden serious tone as she approached the room he had a key for, almost as if she knew where she was going. Her red eyes were an oddity, to be sure, but he could not sense anything demonic about her, and she most certainly had no faerie blood. All that left him with was her beauty, the oddly magnetic magic radiating from her, what features he'd seen, and the slight chill of her skin to guess at her nature while she waited beside the door expectantly.
During his many sessions, Geren had chosen to seed all but the demons. He was going to have a hard enough time recovering his children from the demons, he wasn't going to make more trouble for himself in that way.
Geren attempted to resist the woman's abilities but she had caught him off guard. However, even in his entranced state, he managed to put the clues together easily enough. "You're a vampire, then." This was not the most pleasent situation he had found himself in. He attempted to draw his inner strength to fight back against her powers. While he had had to lower his standards, he had no intention of letting himself be bitten. Apart from the damage it would cause, he had heard that the bite was capable of causing other effects.
With his seed sewn across his extensive clientele, Geren would find himself drawn to a room with none other than a vampire dragging him along, who giggled as he spoke the name given to her kind. "A learned one then? So, presumably not just another wayweird faerie caught by Jess or her lackeys... Maybe. I hope it doesn't cause an issue," she replied softly, her alluring magnetism frustrating his efforts to throw it off. She slipped into the room and led him inside, a tendril of shadow closing the door behind her, and she glanced around before grinning.
"I suppose you know where this is eventually going to go then... Don't worry, I've no interest in having to pay extra for putting one of your employer's servants out of commission," she purred, before turning to lock a leg around Geren's knee, pulling them together so that she could plant a hungry kiss on his mouth. Of all his partners over the last few days, she was the most intimidating by far, both in terms of apparent prowess as she kissed him with more vicious passion than he could have even imagined possible and in terms of her sheer obvious power, her will forcing him to respond in kind to her kiss.
The embrace broke as suddenly as it had begun, and she stepped away and stretched, her full breasts bouncing slightly as she let out a pleased groan. "Your nightly service can start with a massage," she said softly, "after that... We can see where things go~" With a brush of her fingers the straps of her dress were pushed aside, and then her dress slid down her body like liquid until it pooled at her feet. There was nothing to hide her nudity beneath it, and no matter his misgivings at taking such a client the vampire's moonlight pale complexion was unblemished, perfect, and her hourglass figure was simply gorgeous from her full but perky breasts with their rosy peaks to her hairless cleft and wide hips. Unless he voiced his discontent strongly, she would turn and strut over to a nearby padded bench, giving him an uninhibited view of her hypnotically bouncing heart shaped ass, before she stretched out on it and glanced over at him teasingly, waiting for him to join her.
Geren inwardly frowned at the situation. While he wasn't exactly going to say no, especially to a client that was probably wealthy, he wasn't happy about the situation. The undead were not exactly his partner of choice, even if she seemed alive save her pale and cold body. He prevented himself from shuddering as he got closer. He changed his body, causing his body to have a higher temperature, especially in his hands. He had no experience giving massages but he had asked about techniques during his time here and had heard of the basics. He attempted to apply them now. "If it pleases you, I would like to know your name."
"Selena..... Mmmmmm," the vampire purred with pleasure as he got to work, warm hands working over her cool flesh. Even as undead, her muscles still followed the same general rules as a mortal being, and what little he knew and his faerie nature let him relax the woman quite nicely. "And you are?" she asked, turning her eyes towards him with a smirk that displayed one of her sharp fangs.
Geren considered lying to her but she could easily just ask around and find out his name. "My name is Geren. It is a pleasure to meet you, Selena." He didn't smile, however. At another time, he may have attempteed to kill Selena for being an abomination, a creature that relied on draining others of their lives to sustain their own twisted existence. But that was simply a possible future and Geren would have to work in the present. He started moving his massage down her body.
"Mmmhhhmmm, it's a sin to lie you know~" Selena replied, but then moaned as his massage moved lower, down her lower back and up the hill of her finely sculpted ass. "Lucky for you, I'm ordained~ I won't reveal any sins that you tell me.... Oooohhh~ Or do to me!" she cooed, seemingly enjoying his hands working upon her soft flesh, the rising warmth of her body and the scent of her arousal tempting him to give in to the aura of lust that forever permeated his debauched place of work.
With minor effort, Geren's nostrils sealed shut. He was not going to give her any advantages he couldn't negate. And he was going to keep control, despite his body's insistence."Maybe. But you, ordained? To what order? Or was she ordained?" He nodded at the body. The fact that she hijacked the body was a close second to the reason he despised vampires to this extent.
"The star god, of course~ What other church cares so much about the actions of men as to call a good fuck a sin?" Selena replied, though his question made her sigh. "Do you think there's a difference?" she asked seriously as she rose, stretching alluringly despite the shift in tone. "Do you think you could even tell which is which, or if we're even separate anymore?" she asked, annoyance filtering into her melodious voice. "Why don't you take a look at my soul once I've mounted you, little faerie? When you and I are so close that you couldn't tell where one of us begins and the other ends, why don't you take a good long look?"
She strode up to him and stopped, all five and a half feet of her staring up at him imperiously, and then she simply commanded him; "Take off your clothes."
Geren gazed at her with a neutral look as he removed his loose clothing. "Maybe I will. I have to warn you, though, touching my soul is dangerous so I'd advise against it." He had held many words back. From what he remembered, the process of becoming a vampire tended to harm both sides involved. The dead body and its soul are forced into becoming a host for a necromancer who damages the body to the point where it cannot sustain itself naturally.
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