Markets Close Freaks Exposed

Before Shiro could escalate the situation with Grakka, a familiar voice drifted down from above.

Lena floated upside down from a tree branch—Spider-Man style—smirking wide.

Lena: "Oooohhh Shiro… weren't you supposed to hit the market today?"

Shiro (thinking): Oh shit.

He broke eye contact with Grakka, pulled out his phone.

5:00 PM.

Stores closed at 6:00.

Shiro (muttering): "Fuuuck…"

In the blink of an eye, he grabbed the wild boar over his shoulder and slid out of there like his life depended on it.

Grakka stood there, flustered, clenching her axe.

Grakka (under breath): "Cockblocker…" 🙄

Lena snickered, floating gently beside her.

Lena: "And here I thought you weren't down for the get down, little thot."

Grakka (annoyed): "Tch. Shut up, damn bitch witch."

Lena (laughing softly): "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You coming along or not?"

Grakka: "Huh?"

Lena (grinning): "Are you coming? You did lose the bet… and obviously you're fiending."

Grakka grabbed her axe, face dark green.

Grakka: "I am not fiending…"

Lena pointed to her conjured floating platform.

Lena: "Suuuure you're not…"

Grakka, avoiding eye contact, said nothing and hopped on.

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Meanwhile… Border of Duskhaven City

Shiro was sprinting like hell—fast enough to make the wind scream in his ears.

Shiro (thinking): "Almost there…"

A patrol of guards spotted him.

Male Guard: "Hey, you! Stop!"

Shiro: "Fuck off."

Female Guard: "Stop before we arrest you!"

Shiro groaned, stopping reluctantly—time ticking.

Shiro (sighing): "Fuck it. I don't even care anymore."

After questioning him (and seeing the wild boar), they let him off with a warning.

As they left—

Shiro (muttering): "Fuck 12…"

Turning, he spotted Lena and Grakka arriving. He grinned wide.

Shiro: "Well, well… look who couldn't get enough. And hey there again, pretty witch."

Lena: "Hey, Wild Man… looks like you didn't make it to the market, huh?"

Shiro: "Yeah, probably because of distractions…" (eyeing both women)

Grakka (smirking, tongue out): "Haha!"

Shiro (grinning): "Funny… just like when I had you wetter than a Super Soaker 9000."

Grakka: "No you didn't! You tryna go right here, dog?"

Shiro (low chuckle): "You must love getting teased."

Lena (interrupting, playful but serious): "Enough, both of you. Listen, Shiro—it's gettin' late. Me and Grakka were gonna grab some wine… something to smoke… head to my place. You down?"

Grakka blinked, confused. Lena pressed a finger to her lips, smirking.

Shiro: "Hmm… sure. Since y'all so persistent."

Grakka crossed her arms, snorting.

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Lena's Place – One Hour Later

After picking up OG Basilisk 🍃 and good wine, they arrived at her home.

Shiro & Grakka (in sync): "Damn… big house."

Lena (grinning): "I know, right? Lovely. Come on in. Oh—and take off your shoes… maybe your clothes too, if you like. 😉"

Without hesitation, Shiro stripped —unashamed.

Even Lena blinked, stunned.

Lena (licking lips): "I was joking but… mmm… I like." 🤤

Grakka pretended not to look… but peeked anyway.

Shiro: "So… where's the shower?"

Lena: "Upstairs. Use that one. Me and Grakka got the downstairs."

Grakka (thinking): Damn… kinda disappointed. He smells way too good.

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Later… The Witch's Den—Lights Dimmed, Red Glow

Wine poured. Basilisk rolled. Lena lit it with a snap. The room shifted—red lights, RnB, Trapsoul beats—smooth, low, seductive.

Shiro sank onto the couch.

Shiro: "Pour me some."

Grakka (locking eyes): "Do it yourself."

Shiro (grinning): "Aight. I'll remember that." He poured his own.

Lena finished rolling, hit it, passed it on. Rotation began. The air grew thicker… warmer.

Minutes later—the vibe wavy—Shiro's dark gaze locked on Grakka.

Shiro (deep, low, commanding): "Come here."

Grakka stiffened—acting tough—but her body shifted, nervous.

Shiro: "What? You lost the bet. Or is the great Warlord's word worthless?"

She blushed furiously.

Grakka: "I… didn't lose…"

Still—she got up, hesitantly walking his way.

Shiro (smirking): "Nah. Start over. Crawl."

Grakka glared… but obeyed, dropping to all fours. Her silk gown riding up—her thick curves, her bare bottom on display.

Shiro (thinking): Damn…

Lena, licking her lips, snapped—her own clothes vanished, revealing her mulatto caramel skin, her thick, soft, glowing fae body on full display.

Shiro met her gaze—eyes burning with lust.

Grakka reached him—climbed onto his lap, staring straight into his wild, grinning face. His strong hands gripped her waist… lips roaming her chest, neck, mouth—teasing, tasting—making her moan, her eyes rolling back.

Across the room, Lena sat—toying with herself—watching, biting her lip. Her gaze begged.

Shiro grinned, crooked finger curling.

Shiro (commanding, soft): "Come here."

Lena vanished—teleporting into his lap in a flash—smiling, eyes half-lidded, full of hungry, wicked desire.

Shiro: "Good girls…"

Lena sitting there with weed nothing but a sinful grin and glowing caramel skin, her mulatto curves glistening under the dim red light. Thick, soft, perfect. Her heavy chest swayed gently with every breath, teasing him… begging for attention.

Grakka sat straddling Shiro's lap, face flushed, chest rising fast, her thick thighs pressing against him, her silk gown barely hanging on—sliding off her strong shoulders, revealing soft green skin that shimmered in the light. Her round ass poked out behind her, her body too curvy to hide.

Shiro grinned.

One hand firmly on Grakka's waist… the other grabbing Lena by the wrist, pulling her close with gentle aggression.

Shiro (low growl): "Both of you… are mine."

Lena let out a soft gasp—her thick body pressed against Shiro's side, breasts squishing against his arm as her fingers trailed his chest, nails scratching teasing lines down his abs.

Lena (whispering, biting her lip): "Mmm… such a wild man…"

Grakka shivered on his lap—still acting tough—but when Shiro's mouth kissed her collarbone, she moaned, low and needy, her tough act melting with every kiss.

Shiro (deep, commanding): "Take it off, Grakka."

Face turning a darker green, eyes defiant—but her body betrayed her. She slipped the gown down, letting it fall… bare to him now—thick, muscular, soft in all the right places. Her heavy tits bounced slightly with the motion—nipples hard, skin flushed.

Lena (purring): "Tch… what a naughty orc… so eager now, huh?"

Grakka glared at her.

Grakka: "Shut up, witch… you're next."

Shiro laughed—hand sliding from Grakka's waist to her ass—grabbing a handful of her thick, firm cheek, making her gasp. His other hand wrapped around Lena's throat, pulling her close until their lips almost touched.

Shiro (smirking): "Both of you want this so bad… Look at you… drunk off my scent already."

Lena's thighs squeezed together as she whimpered softly, eyes filled with hungry lust.

Shiro turned to Grakka.

Shiro (commanding): "Ride."

Grakka bit her lip—her pride fighting her submission—but desire won. Slowly, she rose, reaching down to guide him—her strong hand wrapping around his hard length—lining him up against her dripping wet heat.

Grakka (hissing softly): "Tch… damn you…"

She sank down on him, thick thighs trembling, mouth parting in a deep moan as he filled her completely—stretching her tight, greedy walls.

Grakka: "F-Fuck…"

Her hips began to roll, grinding slow and deep, bouncing—her fat ass slapping against his thighs, heavy tits bouncing with every motion.

Shiro (groaning low): "Shit… so tight…"

Lena watched, hand between her legs—fingers playing with her wet slit—rubbing slow circles as she bit her lip, eyes locked on the sight of Grakka riding him.

Lena: "Mmm… look at her… riding like a bitch in heat…"

Shiro grinned—yanked Lena closer—mouth on her heavy caramel breast, sucking, biting gently, leaving marks as she gasped and moaned.

Lena (whispering): "Fuck… yessss…"

Grakka's rhythm picked up—grinding faster, bouncing rougher—her pride cracking as her body gave in to the pleasure.

Grakka: "Ahh… f-fuck… deeper…"

Shiro (growling): "Lena… ride my face."

Without hesitation, Lena straddled him from behind—knees on the couch, lowering her soaked pussy onto his mouth.

Lena (moaning): "Mmm… wild man…"

Shiro devoured her—tongue working deep, licking, sucking—his fingers digging into her soft, wide hips while Grakka rode him harder—moaning louder, sweat dripping from her green skin.

The room filled with sounds of wet flesh, moans, gasps—the air heavy with sex, sweat, weed, and wine.

Lena gripped his hair, grinding against his mouth.

Lena: "Ahhh… fuck… Shiro…"

Grakka's body shook—hips jerking, thighs trembling—her eyes rolling back.

Grakka (moaning hard): "F-Fuck… I'm…!"

With a scream, she came—hard—soaking him, her body collapsing against his chest, panting heavily, her thick form twitching from aftershocks.

Lena wasn't far behind—crying out, her juices flooding his tongue as she shuddered violently above him.

Both women collapsed—naked, sweaty, satisfied—against him.

Shiro (grinning wide, wiping his mouth): "Told you… mine tonight."

They both laughed weakly—bodies spent—but their eyes burned with more desire.

Lena (purring, breathless): "Mmm… round two…I got some spells i want to try?"

Grakka (smirking, exhausted): "Tch… you're insatiable…"

Shiro (grinning darkly): "Damn right… We're just getting started just let me get some juice or something."