Chapter 13: Lorelei - Exquisite House part2

"Are you afraid…" The voice of a silver-tongued succubus could be heard from no more than five feet away. "To cum?"

Lorelei twiddled her fingers, feeling the lip of her now empty glass. Her eyes lingered toward the blue skinned beauty sitting on top a burly patron in the center of the room. The womans tail was wrapped around his throat, while her hand pressed firmly against his chest. He in turn felt up her soft breasts, while his raw erection was firmly rooted inside her warmth.

It was strangely hot. Watching from the bar, seated on a barstool, Lorelei took many mental notes. She imagined a similar future scenario where she got to be on top of Theo. She wondered if he would like that? Or would he prefer another position?

What am I thinking… Lorelei shuddered. In truth, she wasn't surprised. The Allucia was doing its job, breaking through her mental walls and lowering her inhibitions. Meanwhile, the blue succubus was enjoying her position until the man reached around and took control. He threw her on her back against the love-couches cushioning, and began to press his bulk on top of her much smaller and more slender frame.

"No," He grunted, hastening his thrusts. It didn't take him long before his neck started to tighten, his skin blushing red; his veins pulsed hard against his skin, and his body convulsed while still slamming home.

"Oh, you're filling me up!" The succubus gasped in blissful pain as he refused to unsheathe himself.

Lorelei was breathing loud. Everywhere she looked there were similar scenes of debauchery. Her chest rose and fell with each inhalation, bringing with it a cool balm of pleasurable scents and smells that made her feel, somehow, more at home. 

To most, the reek of the sexual atmosphere would've made one gag. For humans, if they weren't already somewhat intoxicated, they might've passed out the moment they walked inside. After a couple breaths though, the aphrodisiacs in the air would help them become blissfully unaware of the unpleasant aromas. As for Cubi's, however, the smell of sex was like a rich perfume, one that reminded them of a clear and bright sunny day in the place of stormy clouds.

When Lorelei first stepped inside, she was reminded of dandelions. Now she felt like if Theo were here she would immediately wrap herself around his arm without a second thought. Her body was already yearning for his touch; her nipples were stiff and sticking out, as if demanding for someone to pinch them.

"So big!" Another voice echoed.

Lorelei looked to source of the noise, finding a woman who was busy straddling a man while her hands were cuffed overhead. The lean human female had been pole dancing moments before, and was now pinned with her back against the pole. She was put to work, grinding on top one of the many patrons while several others were happy to stroke themselves in front of her. She was clearly heavily intoxicated and eager to please. A smile lit up her face as she enjoyed feeling their throbbing shafts brushing against her bare cheeks. Sticky white cream spurted all over in long ribbons from her lips to forehead. The glossy white semen looked good, oozing over her skin. It dripped from her chin to her small perky breasts and then traveled further down her toned stomach. 

Lorelei licked her lips, hungry for it.

"Please make it stop!" 

Lorelei's attention was turned away to another woman, a Micon who was restrained on a table; her legs were pushed back so that her sex was easy to access. A pair of Succubi were happily rubbing her insides, their fingers wet with a magical drug that molded her to fit a rather large orc who waited patiently behind them. Lorelei's eyes dilated, she saw this very same thing before during the war, and knew how that elixir was highly addictive. The woman's erogenous zones would be made more sensitive to ensure she got some pleasure from becoming such a monsters prize. 

Lorelei turned away, not wanting to see the slave impregnated.

The worst of all the action came from the slaves on the far side of the room, where many were forced into mass orgies while drinking the very same Allucia Lorelei had consumed. Allucia was far stronger for humans, and even more so for elves, where it broke their very will to resist and made them susceptible to flesh altering magics.

One such woman was gasping with pain as a pair of succubi were doing just that. Pouring Allucia down her throat, and then proceeding to summon arcane wards over her flustered skin. The woman seized then curled up into a ball as her breasts started to swell. The succubi chuckled, then forced her to lay back, her limps spread wide, as more wards were summoned. A new pair of buds began to sprout along her abdomen, and then another. The woman thrashed, then laid still as her mind collapsed under the weight of the Allucia. Two brand new sets of mammaries grew from her nubile flesh, each pair smaller than the original, but well formed. While those supple additions were made, the slaves clitoris was stimulated until it also began to grow. 

Lorelei froze, watching with keen interest, as the woman's clitoris was reshaped into a long and elegant rod of extremely sensitive flesh. The succubi were pleased with themselves. They began slipping golden rings on each of her nipples, latching them firmly, before placing a slightly larger one on the womans newly forged female phallus. A thin silver string was linked to them all, the final touch, like a ribbon over a wrapped present. The woman was drooling, her eyes rolled back, and her eyelids fluttered, as her body was reshaped at their pleasure.

When they were finished, the woman was left lying there, the leash on her neck keeping her from crawling away if she wanted. The glowing mark over her womb signified that she was the property of an incubus, cursed with his mark of submission, and the glowing runes around her neck, seen even through the collar, meant she owed him oral pleasure before the day was done.

"It's always fun," someone spoke right next to her. Lorelei turned to see an albino succubus had taken a seat on the neighboring barstool. She hadn't even heard the newcomers approach, and was taken by surprise. The albino flashed her a grin, and her crystal blue eyes froze her in place. She continued, happy with Lorelei's reaction. "Seeing a flesh-makers work. That pair of succubi are masters of their craft, able to alter a humans flesh with ease. They have quite the collection, ask them nicely and they will show you. They take commissions as well, if you would like some changes to your own slave."

Lorelei shifted in her seat. She was never comfortable being near the rare albino among her kind. Known as Lailine's, they were often seen as more exotic than the Seaximite's or Redevers. Many believed that Lailine's descended from royalty, and some believed their bloodlines were more pure than others of their kind. Some even worshiped them, while others resented their stunning beauty. Lorelei admired them, for they were known to be the most magically gifted of their kind. There presence came with the natural desire to obey and please them, and Lorelei wasn't immune to such influence. It took a lot of added concentration to keep her wits about her.

"Of course, they only take orders from fellow Courtesans. And I've never seen you before." The Lailine's voice was very soft and feminine, yet still, there was a level of authority in it that put Lorelei on edge.

"I appreciate the information, but I don't have any slaves, nor do I want one." Lorelei tried not to look the other succubus in the eye. She did admire the dark eyeliner though, not to mention the eyeshadow was hot.

"You sure?" The succubus's voice was sinfully sweet.

It was then that Lorelei noticed a pair of slaves standing at attention next to the albino. One was a man and the other was female, a long eared elf. Both were mostly naked, the man more so. The woman was ginger haired, and the string bikini she wore served only to keep her tits from sagging. Her bosom was covered in semen. That caught Lorelei's attention, more so than the man who stood with his phallus dangling freely between his legs.

The Lailine shifted her position. "How about a treat." She yanked the leash of the elf and she skipped over to face Lorelei. She then bent low so that Lorelei could lick up some of the cream covering her warm flesh.

Without thinking, Lorelei arched forward, her mouth open. It was the Allucia, it had to be, lowering her inhibitions and encouraging her to act without thinking. Her tongue met and stroked the slaves fair skin, collecting a large sample with each savory inch. It was salty, a little too salty.

Seeing her licking the slave, the albino chuckled to herself. "She's carrying a Taurans seed within her womb, so her milk is rather spicy. Just in case you want a little added refreshment." 

Lorelei couldn't say no. Nor did she have to ask. The slave woman happily massaged her cherry red nipples until a thin trickle of milk leaked out. She aimed it to land squarely in Lorelei's glass. 

Lorelei looked down at it, following up the salty aftertaste with this new silky smooth mixture. It was spicy, although not enough to keep her from drinking it.

"Are you sure you don't want one?" The albino asked, referring to the slave.

"I'm sure." It wasn't that she didn't necessarily want one. Lorelei had been one before, which made her prejudiced toward the practice, but now that she was intoxicated, and licking up semen from this woman's bosom, she couldn't deny she was envious. 

She looked up to the elfs eyes, and saw they were hard to read. The woman wasn't all there, likely hypnotized, or heavily intoxicated. It might have even been the air, the aphrodisiacs in every lungful of breath might have done her in, turning her more subservient.

"You're a Redever, as you can see, we get few of your kind here. Call me curious, but I can't help but wonder what you're doing here." The albino eyed her warily.

Lorelei wandered if she should mention Konrad's name again. If that was even safe. Perhaps, it was better not to. He did tell her to say his name to the guard; he didn't mention anyone else. 

"I…" She remembered the card she was carrying and showed it to her. The albino looked down at her leggings, noticing how Lorelei's loins were slick with lust.

Lorelei felt a surge of embarrassment but kept her composure.

"So, Vilnus let you in. I can see why. You definitely got the assets. So tell me," the Ablino leaned in closer, "are you his newest bride?"

"No," Lorelei shook her head. "Nothing like that."

She looked at her skeptically. "Odd then. Why would he let you in after breaking his poor little heart?" 

"He's just nice like that." Lorelei decided to try to feign innocence. She leaned back so that her back met the smooth edge of the bar. Sweat ran down her curves, and she was starting to grow a little agitated. Her mark was supposed to be here by now. She just wanted to get her job done and leave, before temptation took its toll.

The Lailine motioned for her male slave to give her a long cigarette and she sparked a flame with her fingertips to lite it up. "My names Yniseli, by the way, and I just have to say," she paused for affect, "you fascinate me." 

"How so?" Lorelei asked.

"You're just so cute for a succubus." Her answer took Lorelei by surprise. "The things I could do with you… Can you imagine it?" The music around them seemed to pick up. "How about we go to a private room, have a couple servants give you some special attention?"

Lorelei wasn't sure what to say to that. The music continued to thrum and beat, matching in rhythm to her own throbbing heart. The colors in the room shifted and distorted like a dancing flame, making it hard to concentrate. 

"You see that guy?" Now Yniseli was practically on her, an arm wrapped around Lorelei's neck, a hand cradling her tender left breast. The albino's eyes were locked onto a grown man laying back with his legs spread on a large love-cushioned couch. There were a trio of Succubi laying around him, and he clearly wasn't a slave, but a connoisseur of sorts. He must've developed some kind of tolerance to the drugs in the air, for he had clear control of his faculties. Or perhaps he had some kind of magical or cybernetic enhancement to filter out the narcotics. "He can cum without even having to stroke himself. He just lays there and somehow does it without laying a single finger on it. And if you were to lay your fingers on it, and stroke him gently, or firmly, however you like, he cums with such quantity that it can cover you head to toe."

Lorelei's eyes were practically shaking.

"Would you like that?" The Lailine whispered into Lorelei's ear. "To have his thick juicy semen all over your skin? To have his smell soaking into your pours? Would you like to be filled to the brim with his seed? I can make that happen. You just have to say please."

Lorelei struggled to remain focused. Her world was spinning. She was drooling, and her body was lathered with sweat. Her natural musk was adding to the intoxicating aromas in the chamber. The albino seemed to really enjoy her in that state, she gently began fiddling with both of Lorelei's erect nipples, and even started to lick at Lorelei's neck, almost like a vampire.

"Of course, it helps if you wrap those titties around it," she whispered right next to Lorelei's ear. "He tastes really good too."

Lorelei's stomach twisted in a knot. "How good?" 

The albino was now passionately wrapped around Lorelei's body and was feeling up her inner thigh. Her long tail was toying with Lorelei's as well, playing with it. "Good enough to crawl on all fours for."

Lorelei gasped. 

The Albino chuckled. 

Just before Lorelei lost it, just before she was about to lean forward and get on all fours, a bustle of noise momentarily broke the reverie. Lorelei caught herself, before it was too late, and looked to her left. 

Yniseli seemed taken aback as well. "Oh, what do we have here?" She sounded mildly annoyed, not ready to part with Lorelei's body. Begrudgingly, she unwrapped her legs and withdrew from Lorelei's side. 

A newcomer had forced his way inside, causing a mild scene while using the authority bestowed upon him to enter the establishment. He was exactly as Konrad had described. The officer wore a thick overcoat that collected the pins and medals of many his achievements. They were polished to a perfect shine, and jingled comically with each and every step. By his side, lashed to a leather leash, he dragged a woman alongside him. The wood elf had caramel colored skin and dark jet black hair. She was a bit thin, her cheeks were gaunt. Lorelei got the impression that she was a former soldier, mercenary, or perhaps even an enforcer of some kind, judging by the muscle that still layered her physique. Her body was almost completely exposed, with barely a synthetic string of fabric covering her most precious parts. Her nipples were secured, suction fabric latched onto them, and the outfit was strung uncomfortably between her legs. It reached around her backside, along the groove of her spine to be secured to the back of the collar around her neck. Tattoos decorated her left arm, and the ink appeared fresh.

"Oh thank mercy," Lorelei swallowed. She brushed the hair from her scalp and adjusted herself.

Yniseli noticed that, how Lorelei's attention was suddenly focused on the newcomer.

Lorelei took a deep breath, adjusted her outfit a bit, and got to work. Meanwhile, Yniseli watched her backside, clearly curious, clearly wanting more.