"Are we interested in any?..." it asks, slowing to a stop as it stands beside the towering orc woman we had originally started with. "Perhaps Rarghosh't... Bane of Havoc Ridge again..." it states, looking to me as if expecting a response.
"Oh I... I don't know..." I respond, looking over the nearly seven foot tall green skinned woman as my pulse quickens. "I mean... does she have magic or... what am I even saying..." I blurt out, the figure not wasting any time in its response.
"No magic..." it states, pointing at one of the orc woman's bulging biceps. "Just physical prowess... Head of Goretusk Tribe via combat... Social power too..." the figure continues, it's hood slowly inching closer as it draws in towards me.
"Again... Are we interested in any?..." the figure asks, getting close enough that I can almost make out the withered features hidden beneath the voluminous patches of cloth. "... Do you wish to see more... or can we make deal?"
Pausing for a moment I look over the aisles of dimly lit fantastical forms, the other patrons quickly finding their chosen bodies among them from aristocrat to zebra-folk. Inhaling deeply I try to race back through all I had seen before, my mind rushing through all the stops along the way and any cursory glance I may have made between each stop.
"Um..." I cough, clearing my throat as I glance towards one of the closer aisles. My gaze falls on the black silky hair and pale purple skin of the horned woman, my heart catching in my chest as I begin to ask a question. "How long do... Succubus-Borne live?
The towering figure seems to recoil for a moment, unsure as to how to respond before finally croaking out a response from under its darkened hood.
"Indefinitely... presuming a steady supply of sustenance..." it mutters, slowly pacing toward the row containing the young half-demon as I quickly plod along behind it. I watch as another person makes their selection, their whole body shaking in terror before vanishing into the maw of a massive white scaled lizard before the immense head is shrunken back down.
"So... like if I eat right and..." I begin to muse, the figure cutting me offer before I can get to far.
"Sexual... essence..." it coughs out, the uncomfortable subject seeming to actually effect the wizened figure more son than anything discussed so far. "Succubi indulge and survive... via the pleasure of others..." the figure states, a subtle distaste for the carnal slipping through in its weak and creaking voice.
"Better that then making people angry..." I muse, glancing down to the sprawled tiny figured sitting on a nearby cushion. Looking around I stop the coffin as well, a cold shiver running up my spine as I remember the pale predator slumbering within. "... or dead..."
Before long we reach the pale purple-skinned woman, the scent of her drooling cunt being as rich and enticing as ever. For a moment I feel like an insect buzzing around a pitcher plant, my tongue slipping out on its own as I lap at my lips hungrily. The figure steps closer to the curvy young woman, it's gnarled hand reaching up to cinch the lower section of its hood close before gesturing to her with the other.
"You wish to be this..." it states, once more struggling to achieve the right intonation for a question. I feel my heart begin to hammer frantically in my chest, my mind fogging up with each deep inhalation of the demonic-blooded woman's scent.
"Long lived..." I manage to coo softly, shuffling closer as if being magnetically drawn to her. "... Well loved..." I continue, swallowing hard as I glance over to the young redheaded queen before my attention is snapped back to the woman mere feet away. "... more than just... human..."
The figure seems to jostle a little bit, the robes and cloth scrapes shifting as a wheezing chuckle rumbles from deep within. It glances away, watching as the pale white haired woman bubbles and grows in size at a tremendous rate. A roar rips through the warehouse, only for it to be silenced in an instant as the shapeshifting dragoness vanishes into thin air.
"Always wanting more than human..." the figure sighs, it's hood and blazing blue eyes turning to face me. "... Remove your garments... Erina Malador must feed..."
Stepping up the to strange woman, my eyes locking with the unfixed gaze stemming from her bright gold irises, I watch as her nostrils flare with a deep breath. Even while vacated of any mind or soul her body can still smell it on the air, her long prehensile tongue weakly wriggling as its tip points straight at my groin.
I struggle to look away from the lewd woman's face, her lips pursing slightly before parting invitingly, before looking up at the figure.
"You mean..." I begin to croak, my voice catching in my throat as the looming towering of red and blue cloth nods slightly.
"Malador requires your essence... to make you both one whole..." it explains, looking to watch as another robed figure and an elderly woman slowly shuffle past us. "No need for shyness... no longer your body soon enough..."
My heart catches in my throat, my breath getting knocked from my lungs as I look around the crowded warehouse. Sure, most of the people here were the stock on hand and the strange salesmen, but still the idea of going so far in public leaves my blood running cold.
Still, the overpowering scent and pheromones work their magic as I stand gawking. Before long my jeans feel tight, my boxers straining as my ten inch cock aches to be freed from its cotton prison. At least just to ease the pressure I reach down, unbuttoning my jeans before pulling down the zip to free the bulge in the front of my black boxes.
Before I can do much else the purple woman lurches to her side, her tongue lashing out as it runs along my boxers before quickly finding a wet patch of pre-cum. Her eyes glow for a second, a dull moan rumbling up her throat as her body lurches a little closer and threatens to tumble off her small plastic seat.
As her saliva seeps into the fabric I let out a sharp gasp of pleasure, a pleasant tingling soon overtaking the head of my cock as it's sensitivity is heightened to an almost painful degree. Slithering like a snake the woman's tongue slips up and over the waistband, the long warm appendage quickly wrapping itself around the throbbing shaft as the tongues tip begins to lap at any sexual fluids it can find.
With one last shudder the purple-skinned young lady heaves herself from the seat, dropping to her knees with a sickening crunch as she hits the concrete below. As she tumbles down her tongue pulls at the waistband of my underwear, tugging them down as she pulls my cock free.
"I..." I manage to squeak out, my voice turning to a sharp hissing moan as the horned woman's face crashes forward into my groin. Her jaw hangs open for a second as she effortlessly rams my cock down into her throat, her delicate slender neck distending to accommodate the girth.
I'm forced to grab her horns for stability, my knees shaking and my legs growing weak as I feel a set of devilish fangs gently tease the base of my dick while muscles in her throat and her tongue set about working the rest of the shaft. The delightful buzzing from where her dripping tongue had lapped at me is suddenly taken to a new level, my eyelids fluttering along with my heart as my body in entrapped in untold pleasure.
Unused to this sort of onslaught and primed by the desperately hungry Succubi spawns innate traits I soon find my vision begin to swirl and tunnel. The world quickly begins to lose its luster and color, the bright and colorful bodies dotting the hall turning to a dim and fade mess of gray. In n instant I feel my cock begin to quiver, a rhythmic pulsing soon dowsing the woman's throat with cum.
However, the sensation doesn't seem to ever stop. With each pump I feel my vision wane, my heart hammering rhythmically as my body rapidly being to grow cold. She was eating me, not just my seed but something deeper and more precious than I could describe.
It only takes a few moments before the world fades to black, the warehouse vanishing from my senses as I'm plunged into darkness.
"Warm..." I find myself thinking, something deep in my core growing flush and full as I find myself exhaling deeply through my nose. For a moment I struggle to make sense of things, the sudden shift in perspective leaving my mind addled and confused.
My knees dig into the floor beneath me, an immense weight on my head and chest leaving me staggering back and forth while something pins me in place as it impales my mouth and throat.
"Full..." I muse internally, my head suddenly full with a drunken giddiness as I let out a muffled moan of pleasure.
A heady salty musk filled my nostrils, the scent of food and men's desire. I feel my body quickly grow on edge, my nipples growing firm and hard as my chest yearns to be touched and lavished with adoring affections.
Slowly opening my eyes I find myself staring straight into a bush of brown pubic hairs, the sight quickly snapping my from my sexual malaise. I can feel my tongue wrapped around something thick and throbbing, each weakening pulse causing it to shrink inside my mouth as it streaks a thick warm ooze across my palette.
Pushing off of the man in front of me I feel his cock slip from from my pillowy lips with a long wet slurp and pop, the lewd noise sending a delighted shiver up my spine as something begins to wag happily behind me.
"Ms... Malador..." the figure huffs behind me, the name twigging something in my head as I sit up to attention. "Please control your... tail..."
As I sit back I feel it, a long thin whip-like appendage sweeping from side to side like a puppy wagging its tail. In a daze I reach back, snatching at the wiggling rope while my former body collapses to the ground in a seemingly lifeless heap. Watching my former self collapse I let out a small shriek, my soft breathy voice turning it almost into a moan as I clutch the tail to my bulbous and overly generous chest.
"What... I..." I blurt out, the scent of cum on my breath and it's taste coating my mouth suddenly distracting me as though I was reliving eating the sweetest of treats. Looking down my eyes go wide, my gaze locking to the writhing tail with its heart-shaped tip as it nestles between the largest set of breasts I had ever seen up close.
The figure paces around me, walking over to my old body as it lays on the ground panting with ever so faint breath.
"We have success..." the robed entity states, its hand reaching out as my former self lurches up like a marionette on strings. "... Deal is done... Goodbye Ms Malador..." it begins to croak, momentarily releasing its grip on its hood as it braves the aroma of this body one last time.
"I... I feel... that's..." I blurt out, blubbering with my sensual voice as I try to make sense of the sensations coursing through my now rather magically charged body. The rich and sweet scent of my sex seems to have vanished, at least to me, only to be replaced with something more akin to honey and sweet milk.
The room however smells different, my senses slowly growing aware of trails in the air that all grow strongest around the now empty seat of Erina Malador.
Suddenly, my body begins to twist and writhe as some otherworldly force takes a hold of my flesh. The figure extends out it's free hand, its fingers wrapping around as though to hold something before slowly pushing that very thing down.
"We will not meet again..." the figure groans, waving one hand as my body begins to stagger away. "... I hope..."
For a second it feels as though I have fallen through the concrete floor of the warehouse, a sharp lurch downwards as the muttering din of the room vanishes in an instant. It doesn't even feel as though I am falling, the lack of any wind or air around me simply leaving my stomach doing somersaults as I move through the space between spaces.
Before I can even truly comprehend what is happening I feel the world around snap back into few. With a short rush of wind I quickly come down with a thud into a...
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