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"What do you wish to say?"

Elicia glances outside, bringing the stick to her lips and gently inhaling. She crosses one leg over the other. Kalin notices then the way her dress sits unnaturally between her legs, yet the motion is so subtle, so quick, she wonders what she might be hiding, if anything at all.

Smoke billows from out of her lips, filling the carriage with the distinct aroma of a popular, yet expensive, leaf. "It's difficult," she begins her thought, taking in the sights of the city around them. The carriage heads off without a command, "to be a woman in this land."

"Nothing I've complained about," Kalin says, grinning under her veil.

Elicia glances at her, a tiny smirk forming on her lips. "Yet, you too must experience the drudgeries of climbing the social ladder. There's only so far a woman like you can go in your society without making certain... accomplishments."

"I thought I was the dancer here," Kalin says.

A giggle rises up from Elicia and she points out the window to see a family, a mother with five children of different ages, walking along the street and carrying wares from the day's market. "Not too many women in this town who don't have the pitter patter of little feet around them. And yet, here you are, a prized gem in the desert, who shares the bed with nobility, and yet, you are not a mother, yourself."

"I haven't found the right father, yet," she says, crossing her arms over her chest. "I've born my fair share, proving my fertility... I just haven't found any worthy enough to raise."

"The clock is ticking, darling," Elicia says, looking at her once more, tapping a finger against her own cheek. "If you don't bring forth a new little warrior soon, no amount of sex appeal will make you worth looking at around here, I can tell you that much."

"And you have a solution to that problem, then?"

"Oh, indeed, I do..." the elf says. She uncrosses her legs, sitting there with both spread far apart. The way her dress falls between them betrays what Kalin thought she saw before, a bulge, no, a tent, protruding between them. "I have worked hard to get to where I am, oh Desert Wind," Elicia says, her smirk becoming more of a sneer. "And I assure you that this plow of mine has planted plenty seeds in even the most arid of climates. Some of my progeny have grown to be quite powerful individuals, indeed." She reaches down beside her, producing a thick tome.

"You may read up on them, if you wish, to see that I am a woman of my word."

Kalin scoffs, but snatches the scroll. She scans through it as she asks. "Look, lady, I've had plenty of suitors, but you're the strangest." She snaps it closed and tosses it aside. "They look fine, for elves."

"I assure you, your progeny will have your superior race. Don't you worry about that."

"Okay, fine. But what do you get out of it? What do you want from me, a show? A job?"

"A little of both, actually," Elicia scoots up, one gloved hand brushing along her thigh. "You see, I know of your arrangement with the Satrap of this land. I need to be in his good graces for my own personal reasons. If you could be my agent in his court, that's all I ask of you. That shouldn't be a problem for the price I'm offering."

"Politics," she snorts. "Please, who needs those? As long as it's not going to cause me any trouble, you have yourself a deal."

"I thought you'd be that amicable," the elf says, and with that, the carriage stops. "I have a room prepared for our little... mmmm... transaction. If you wish to keep this a secret, I can have you come in from the back..."

Kalin opens the door and hops out immediately, leaving Elicia to slip on out behind.

"Now then, my strong dancer, shall we begin?" She holds her hand out to her, that dainty thing unlike the dancer's calloused ones, made rough from years of practice with her hoops. She grasps the elf's hand and nods, walking ahead first as her partner directs her to the room.

Servants stand on either side of the grand doors, both of them opening their door at once as the women approach.

The 'room' is in fact an entire suite, featuring a meeting chamber with a satin divan and a balcony that opens up to the city beyond, the glow of lamplight filtering in as the sun dips down in the west. Stairs lead down from the balcony to some outdoor space, and a hallway leads back to parts unknown.

"I know it's not much compared to the Satrap's palace," Elicia says, "But, I enjoy a little modesty now and again. It helps me keep my ego from overcoming myself." She walks past Kalin, dashing her smoke stick into an ashtray and making her way to the balcony.

Her gloves play with the strap of her dress, untying it with little difficulty. She then lets her shoulder straps fall to the wayside so that by the time she leans over, placing her palms on the balcony, the whole garment falls down to her ankles. "So, then..." she begins, not turning around. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable and we can begin?"

"So businesslike," Kalin says, pulling the hood and letting her hair flow down. When she removes her veil, her toothy maw spreads into a Cheshire grin, moist saliva dripping from the large mouth as she looks to the naked form in front of her with excitement. "Don't you want to woo me first?"

"Not necessary," the elf says, first looking over her shoulder and fluttering her eyes. "I have everything I need to make you mine." And with that, she turns around.

The beast between her legs is not a natural progression of her elven form. The massive schlong that rises from the valley of her womanly form is far better suited for a demon than that of anything of this material realm. Thick and veiny and sprouting peculiar ridges it is the very epitome of fertility. The elf's relaxed posture, even with such an instrument, no, weapon, revealed is nothing short of a taunt, one that Kalin is eager to accept.

The dancer grabs her cloth and lifts it up over her in one fluid motion, revealing the uncovered flesh beneath. In that fluid motion, she bounds forward, being right in front of the elven beauty, her hands resting upon Elicia's shoulders as she leans in, that toothy maw widening as she whispers. "Tell me, where did you get a cock that wonderful?" she asks, one hand brushing down along the elf's body, feeling her slight womanly features.

"Oh, this old thing?" Elicia says, shrugging as she continues to lean back on the balcony. "Just a gift from a patron of mine. Figured if I was going to have it, I'd put it to good use. Who better to appreciate its... intricacies, than someone who would be a wonderful mother for its seed?"

Kalin giggles, her mouth moving up towards Elicia's neck. "A good mother? Hehe... only if the child comes out as promised."

"I assure you..." Elicia says, her hands moving now, gloves tracing along the dancer's lips and past to the rest of her maw, outlining her race's anatomy "what my loins will produce with you will not be human."

A sparkle in the dancer's eye follows her shoving her hips forward, looming over the elf, despite her shorter height as she pushes her back against the balcony. "What are we waiting for!? Breed me now!"

Despite the desperate rutting, Kalin finds the elf's ability to dodge her sex with that monster cock to be remarkable, yet frustrating, but Elicia hides from her for just a bit longer before she squeezes the dancer's cheeks. "Be a good girl and beg for it." She says, pushing herself from the edge, causing the dancer to stumble back in surprise. Before she can recover, Elicia whips around, throwing her against the railing and leaning her back over the edge.

The elf's pole licks up along the dancer's wanting slit, teasing her with the idea of insemination, but the elf has other ideas for now. "You want this cock, then you'll need to do everything I say."

Kalin's lips twitch in a quick frown, but that is soon obliterated at the thought of getting the seed overwhelms her sense. She slides down along the balcony, hooking one leg around the smaller woman's body and bringing her hands up to her chest, pressing those large mounds together. "How about you warm up on these!?"

"What a lovely idea. I'm glad I thought of it!" The elf responds,and she grabs onto those breasts, her fingers squeezing into the flesh, the fabric upon her palms rubbing against the dancer's nipples as she lines herself up.

Kalin raises her arms over her head, leaning her head back over the balcony, receiving a view of the city at night that made its wonders so beautiful, but that's not what she cares about right now. The feeling of a rough, hard penis pressing up against her toned flesh, tracing up above her navel a signature of pre before it presses up against her tits. That is the feeling she's chasing right now.

The elf snickers as she pushes the tits down and thrusts her hips forward. She grunts as she gets into it, starting a quick pace. "Mmm yes, that's right, my Desert Wind. You're by far the most perfect choice to spread my seed. "Together, this country shall be ours and our progeny's!

Kalin closes her eyes, laughing at that and leaning her head all the way back until her head hangs upside down over the edge. "Ha... haha, yeah!? I'd love that. Together, forever!"

The elf smirks as she hears those words. How easy it is to manipulate the weak of will, especially when their desire for the pleasures of the flesh already affect their judgment. "I hope..." she grunts, slamming once more up against her tits, the cockhead poking up from between them. She gasps as thick shots of goopy cum sling out from the shooter, coating the valley of breasts and erupting out to drizzle over the dancer's collar and chin. Elicia pulls back and pants, spreading out Kalin's breasts to admire the stain of pearly substance resting between them. "You're ready..." she laughs, licking her lips.

Kalin squishes her tits together, rubbing the cum into herself, as if she could absorb the jizz into her system and conceive a child that way, but she sighs and stands up before her "You promised to fill me full of seed, but you came already!" She grabs the elf by the shoulders, the fire in her eyes flaring with a dangerous fury. "How long must I wait?

The elf giggles and slips from the dancer's grasp. Kalin does a double take as Elicia winds up beside her, grabbing onto her hair, and yanking her to bend forward.

She's face-to-face with the giant member. Though it's covered in its discharge, it's still as tall as ever.

"Do you think I'd really make a deal with dark powers just to be as weak as any man?" she says. "For doubting me, I think you'll have to wait for my child just a little bit more. Clean that jizz off. If you really want it, you need to worship the cock it comes from and hope that he has mercy upon your mortal form."

Kalin guffaws and wraps her fingers around it. "You're nuts if you want to have this anywhere near my mouth!" she says.

"Not if you want it anywhere near your womb." The elf replies, looking down to her with that snide look of superiority.

"Very well," Kalin says, a sadistic twinkle in her eye, "but don't say I didn't warn you." She licks her lips, her tongue sliding further out to lick up all around her giant maw. "Something the matter?" The dancer asks. I can feel your heart rate increasing... all that precious blood pumping into your dick. Are you excited? Are you scared?" She leans in, her tongue wriggling like some mad thing as it presses up against the demonic appendage.