I Was Called A Demon

“So, considering the conflict that will soon break out, I believe we ought to step up our production of weapons. Most of us haven’t specialised in combat, of course, but if we have nothing to defend ourselves with, we’ll inevitably be destroyed the moment they gaze in our direction,” a woman sighed, resting her head on the wall behind her.

She was a gorgeous, stunning figure, with a huge chest and similarly impressive backside forming an hourglass figure with no excess fat anywhere on her body. Her sensual face had full lips coated in a layer of red lipstick, teal eyes surrounded by dark purple eyeshadow, and was framed with soft and shiny white hair tied into a simple ponytail positioned at just the right angle for… use. All in all, she was absolutely gorgeous, as befitting of the woman in charge of the Dancer’s Abode, one of the largest factions dedicated to pleasure and intimacy in the Heartlands.

“I certainly agree, but, Lady Yan, have you considered what it is that I should make? Most warriors that come by have a weapon they’ve grown accustomed to using, or skills most appropriate for a specific one, but your dancers… They’re certainly good at handling swords, but the right kind,” the one before her, sitting at a desk with everything beneath her belly obscured it, responded with a smirk, “Unless you can somehow convert that mastery, I need to know what else you have in mind first.”

The blacksmith that resided in the Dancer’s Abode was also a woman, though while her appearance was more regular in general – smaller breasts that could be hidden with baggy clothing, like her blacksmith’s apron, a slightly more impressive yet average butt, and visible muscles on her exposed arms – there were other unique features. Metallic scales were sparsely sprinkled on the back of her hands, and she had a certain feature down below that Yan Taijun couldn’t see from her position, but that she knew was being handled at that very moment.

It wasn’t hard to determine it even without prior knowledge, as the sounds of sucking, licking and slurping had been audible in the room from the moment that the Dancer’s Abode leader entered.

“Well… First of all, are you paying her this time? Whether Yu Juan enjoys this or not, she still needs to earn her stay here.”

“Don’t worry, I had just forgotten the first time-”

“And second, third, fourth and fifth time,” Yan Taijun sighed, “Please, at least admit your mistakes. I know that we all have our… issues, and forgetfulness or greed are far from the worst vices around, but it’s far, far from ideal.”

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad… right, Yu Juan?” the blacksmith looked beneath the table, bringing a hand down and resting it on the head of the one whose mouth she was filling.

Yu Juan was one of the many dancers at the Abode, though she too had a rather unique feature. Her purple hair was somewhat unusual, but the long, straight locks partially obscured a pitch black blindfold that completely covered her eyes, hiding some of her otherwise gorgeous face, though far from enough to hide the copious layer of eyeshadow above and below her eyes. It was certainly a novelty, but eye contact tended to be far more popular than such novelty, not to mention what lay beneath.

The woman attempted to respond, but the hand on her head prevented her from freeing her mouth. As such, the only sounds she could produce was muffled gags and grunts, a futile effort she soon ended and returned to sucking on Han Rushu’s dick.

“… Right,” Yan Taijun sighed and went around to the other side of the desk, where she got a better view of the two, “Well, she does seem to be holding up fine, at least.”

This was her professional opinion, and an ever-so-slightly personal one. After all, although she was mostly spending her time on management, recruitment and the like now, she used to and still does provide services of a sexual nature. She had been in Yu Juan’s position many times, so she could say with absolute certainty that she was taking that cock excellently.

Her lips, dyed a dark red lipstick that had partially worn off and likely left its mark on Han Rushu’s cock, were stretched to their limit around a thick, dark length. Most of it was buried within Yu Juan’s tight throat, causing it to bulge obscenely, but what remained was much darker than the blacksmith’s otherwise light skin and partially hidden by bushy and wiry layer of black pubic hair that was drenched in sweat and spit. As a result, some of it clung to Yu Juan’s face, making a mess of her pristine skin.

At that point, she looked less like refined dancer and more like a common slut, her eyeshadow dripping down with tears, staining her cheeks even as her face slowly grew redder from the lack of air reaching her lungs.

Even if she didn’t have a huge dragon-blooded cock filling her tight throat, the air beneath the blacksmith’s desk was now mostly replaced with a thick musk, a mixture of sweat, precum and what little remained of the clean air that had once occupied Yu Juan’s lungs. To some, such an overwhelming cloud of scent might be unpalatable – and even the seasoned Yan Taijun had to admit that it was a bit more intense than she might’ve preferred – but this was not Yu Juan’s first time, and if her repeated returns to the blacksmith’s chambers were any indication, she might enjoy it quite a bit.

“I’m going to cum soon, slut. You know what to do, right? Make sure not to swallow it all,” the blacksmith instructed, then glanced up at Yan Taijun, “Oh, you can keep going, I can still talk.”

“Not really, and neither can most people, so…” she shook her head and remained in place, her gaze locked on her dancer’s lips, “Just finish up, and… maybe let me take part, one way or another. I’m not the best at keeping my cool around this sort of thing.”

“As expected of the biggest slut in this place,” Han Rushu chuckled, though she did stop herself after Yan Taijun voiced her displeasure, “Oh come now, everyone knows that’s true. You don’t start a brothel with yourself as one of the first girls on offer if you don’t enjoy it to some extent… Not to mention continuing to service people long after that period of time. Admit it, you like having your body filled with cocks, your face painted with cum, your mind being pushed to the brink from pleasure.”

“In any other scenario, I would happily agree with you, but I do have a certain degree of pride,” she replied, “So, I’ll refuse to answer.”

“Do as you like, you look hot anyway,” the blacksmith looked back down on the woman blowing her.

As she removed her hand from Yu Juan’s head, the dancer was free to bob her head up and down, giving more of Han Rushu’s dick her love and attention. Resting her hands on the blacksmith’s thighs, she drew her head back and let a significant length of Han Rushu’s cock out of her throat, leaving behind a layer of slimy saliva on the dark, smooth skin.

She took a moment to inhale through her nose, adding a single drop of clean air and a lungful of musky scent to her body, while Yan Taijun quietly admired that well-used cock. Even the half that was outside of Yu Juan’s mouth was at least ten, maybe eleven centimetres in length, with a girth that was more than ample for such an impressive  tool. It was quite a bit darker than the blacksmith’s light skin, with a number of dark red lipstick marks remaining even with the thick coating of slick slime coating the entirety of that gorgeous cock.

Some of that mess mixed with Yu Juan’s drool and spit and dripped down from her lips, covering her chin and dripping down onto her skimpy clothing. It joined the dry stains that had already marked her skin and outfit, though no professional would let such a thing bother them – if they even saw it as a negative to begin with.

With a single, long breath complete, she plunged the whole length into her throat once more, gagging for a moment before she was able to get used to her throat being pushed to its limit. She took a moment, adjusting to the dragon-blooded woman’s cock, then got back to sucking the length, taking it to the base and then backing up as far as she could without taking it too far out of her throat, since that would force her to adapt to the magnificent length yet again.

It was an enjoyable process for some, and Han Rushu certainly enjoyed each and every time she gagged, but as the blacksmith would soon provide her with a full belly, she had to focus on less risky actions.

Yan Taijun observed that the young dancer still did her best, as she did what her partner liked and made it all as sloppy as she could, adding even more spit to the equation, her makeup completely and utterly ruined by this point. Her tongue was trapped at the bottom of her mouth and the bottom of Han Rushu’s mighty shaft, and she put it to use to worship the place where all the delicious, hot, steamy cum would travel before flooding into her stomach.

And then, finally, both Yu Juan and Yan Taijun knew the time had come. The dragon-blooded blacksmith’s back arched, her eyes shut and lips parted, her hairy and sweat-soaked balls contracted, and the floodgates finally broke down. As the underside of Han Rushu’s cock bulged from the torrent of sticky fluids seeking to escape it, Yu Juan braced herself, hilting the throbbing monster inside her throat after one final attempt to refill her lungs. Her head already felt like it was flooded with a musky cloud, and having her nose pressed directly against the source of that strong scent didn’t help.

The first tide burst out from the tip and poured into Yu Juan’s stomach, thick ropes of cum flooding in and quickly filling her insides. She could only handle a few moments of it prior to needing to withdraw, backing up until she left only the tip of Han Rushu’s cock within her mouth. Seed filled her mouth and soon began to spray out, splattering onto the blacksmith’s groin.

Even with her best efforts to swallow the sticky, hot cum, she simply couldn’t keep up, and soon it was spilling onto her lips, down her chin, and landing onto her large breasts.

It felt like the blacksmith continued cumming for hours – even if it was only a few moments – and by the time she released the final rope of seed into Yu Juan’s mouth, the young dancer had nearly drowned in the deluge of cum.

“Hah… Heavens, you’re amazing. Now, show me how much of a good girl you were.”

Yu Juan responded by pulling her head back and leaving her full lips parted, letting the dragon-blooded blacksmith see just what a mess she had made of her.

From the top down, her hair was messy and wet from sweat, wet strands sticking to her face. The thick eyeshadow that had surrounded her eyes initially was ruined by more of the same, as well as tears and some the blacksmith’s cum, dark lines trailing all the way down her face as a result. The lower half of her face was even more of a mess, however.

Her lips, chin and cheeks were covered in thick, steaming cum, covering a layer of Han Rushu’s sweat and several stray pubic hairs, and her mouth was filled to the brim with even more of the blacksmith’s load. It was pearly white and viscous, so dense that swallowing it took quite a bit of effort, and it had an incredibly potent scent that immediately filled the room. Yan Taijun couldn’t help but breathe in deeply through her nose, letting it overwhelm her, only to realise how little that helped her current situation.

Everything that Han Rushu did was already turning her on, and this intoxicating musk only made the fantasies in the back of her mind stronger. Her already moist panties became soaked in seconds as she imagined such a load inside of her, flooding her womb and spilling out of her…

“A-ahem-”

“I guess this makes you a very good girl. Damn, I almost want to make you keep that in your mouth for as long as you can…”

“Ahem-”

“Regardless of what the customers think or do, they’d be dealing with my toy, my slut, and if they’re not happy with how I use her, they can go and fuck themselves-”

“Ahem!” Yan Taijun finally found the strength within herself to call out loudly enough to be heard, “I hope you remember that nobody here is to be purchased by any customer, not even you, and that we are spending valuable time on… well, things we should be doing some other time.”

“Tch, I’m just playing around and having a bit of fun. I know that you did this sort of thing when people hired you as well,” Han Rushu sighed, though she did reach forward and lift Yu Juan’s chin so that her mouth was shut, “You can swallow if you’d like. I wouldn’t want to upset the boss, even if she looks like she’s about to start finger-fucking herself in front of us…”

“Fine! If you want to do it this badly, then just… hurry up! Let me join in!”

“There’s the woman I remember… You could help out from the back while I fuck this slut once or twice. Sound good?”

“Just do it already!” Yan Taijun was already throwing her clothes off, so the blacksmith shrugged and stepped up her pace as well. She grabbed Yu Juan and easily lifted her up from under the desk, practically throwing her onto the top of it, ass down and her groin right in front of Han Rushu’s cock, so close that its heat seemed enough to bypass Yan Juan’s panties and reach her core.

Meanwhile, Yan Taijun grabbed the chair the blacksmith had been sitting on and threw it aside, ignoring the sound of wood snapping moments later. She pulled down Han Rushu’s pants the rest of the way and took a moment to admire her ass. Like much of her body, it was muscular after many years spent working at the forge, though it still had a certain softness and was of a more noteworthy size than the blacksmith’s chest, easily filling Yan Taijun’s hands. It was fun to touch on its own, but what Yan Taijun wanted was between those charming cheeks.

She spread them gently and gazed upon the tight hole that was her prize. Luckily, it was kept in a neater state than Han Rushu’s front, and since the blacksmith had spent plenty of time cultivating her body and was in a high enough realm, there was no need to be concerned about the act being unclean.

Thus, she just went straight in.

“Heavens, you are even more pent up than I expected… Put that tongue to use like I know you can, you sexy slut,” Han Rushu said, then turned her attention back to Yu Juan, “Now, ready to be split apart?”

The young dancer gulped, her face still rather red and her eyes hazy after her previous treatment, but that didn’t stop desire from creeping into her expression, “I… yes please…”

“Good girl. Why do you even bother wearing underwear when I have to pry it off nearly every day?” the blacksmith pondered aloud, grabbing off the sopping wet mess that remained of the dancer’s panties and tearing them off, revealing the prize beneath, “I don’t have a chance of putting a baby in you today, do I?”

“N-No, I’m using the pill…” Yu Juan blushed, though even she wasn’t certain whether she felt it was a shame or not.

“Good, then I can finish inside without worry… though all of you have some skills to prevent pregnancy anyway, don’t you?” the blacksmith muttered, shrugging, “Whatever. Hope you’re ready.”

She gave both of them a moment, though it was mainly for Yan Taijun’s sake as there was little that Yu Juan could do but clench her teeth. Han Rushu took a moment to align the tip of her cock with the young dancer’s wet entrance, then, with one forceful thrust, she plunged straight in.

The enormous length reached all the way to Yu Juan’s womb, and the girth of her impressive tool utterly filled the dancer’s pussy, leaving her feeling fuller than ever… or, at least, since the last time they fucked. The blacksmith took a moment to savour the pressure of Yu Juan’s wet inner walls, then pulled her hips back just a little before forcefully thrusting inside one more, as if trying to force her way inside of the young dancer’s most intimate place.

Meanwhile, Yan Taijun was mercilessly tongue-fucking Han Rushu’s asshole, using her long tongue to explore around and prod at the most sensitive point within. She had plenty of experience in finding it, and enough skill and dexterity to tease and play with it just enough to make Han Rushu’s cock as hard as it could be, letting her fill Yu Juan just that little bit more, eliciting a loud moan to join the cacophony of noises that already filled the room.

Wet slaps of flesh against flesh, the young dancer’s ecstatic moans, the blacksmith’s passionate grunts and the creaks of the poor desk that had to endure all of their exertions mixed together, until the very moment mixed into a blur of ecstasy.

 

For every moment of excitement, there were many more minutes of clean-up, a fact that the Dancers knew all too well. The dragon-blooded blacksmith had left to get some more materials for cleaning, seeing as the few rags she had on hand could never tidy up the small pool of cum she’d produced, leaving Yu Juan and Yan Taijun alone for a little while.

“I swear, that woman has to be some abnormal master with the Beastly Musk skill… Though, even then, surely you could’ve woven a dream for her instead?” Yan Taijun asked, wiping her face with a cloth.

“Yeah, but… I do enjoy her and her scent, even if she gets quite rough… and the dreams don’t distract from the scorching light like reality does…”

The leader of the Dancer’s Abode paused and her expression softened, “It’s bothering you once again? Has it gotten more vivid, or is it still… Well, you know.”

“The flashes aren’t much stronger, but… Every break helps.”

“… May I?”

Yu Juan nodded, so Yan Taijun came over and cautiously and gently lifted the blindfold, revealing the relatively normal nose bridge and face underneath. Sure, her skin was darker than that of most people of the Heartlands, resembling those that lived nearer the northern lands, but that was hardly worth noting. What lay beneath her shut eyelids was of far greater concern.

The moment that the young dancer opened her eyes just a little, a terrible light burst out from within, and Yan Taijun’s mind was filled with visions of a nightmarish land. The landscape was dead and crimson, filled with flowing blood, the skies dark and bleeding, and all around her were numerous monstrosities that ran towards her the very instant that she saw this land. Worse yet, more horrors manifested alongside her, each bearing eerie resemblance to her own nightmares and fears, warped by this land and yet inevitably recognisable.

Just a moment later, it vanished, with Yu Juan shutting her eyes, but it felt as if she had spent an hour in there.

“Heavens… We must find someone that can break that influence as soon as possible, or else…”

“I know. I… I’ve accepted that, but… if we are lucky… if we can break it… I would be eternally grateful,” Yu Juan said, returning the blindfold to its proper place, “Though, I should get cleaned up. I doubt most people appreciate this… this musk as much as I do.”

“No, usually not…”