Chapter 12 - Black Market Conjuring
"Thanks for sorting the items," I said, inspecting the three bags of stuff from the lockboxes she opened by herself. We managed to get all the other ones open to some random gems and jewelry inside. The last few boxes needed demonic cultivation to slither into a hole that only accepted demon flesh for the purposes of unlocking. One was a medium box with what looked like a succubus vulva over it, but there was no entrance further inside.
The other box was a bit long, maybe some kind of map or plans for something, where one side was coated in demonic ooze and an eyeball, while the other side had some kind of sphincter that equally resisted human fingers entering to access the other locks within. I wondered how different a succubus pussy and ass would feel and definitely needed to find a warlock girl to help. A stray thought went out to Erwald knowing Walpurgina, but it would be too much of a wet dream to have her involved with that big chest and those thighs. I had to ask Wald if he would introduce us personally.
"I don't really know much about selling stuff," I said. "Or where to sell them, to be honest. I usually just go and ask any random merchant with the traced price. They typically low-ball, and I agree on a reduced price."
"Some of this stuff would sell really well on the black market," Fau said. "You should come with me."
"Is that a place I can go?"
"Why not? You're grown up. It's mostly young people that are in danger there, especially young women. You would not believe the amount of human trafficking that goes on there."
"Oh," I said. "Darkest places."
"Yeah, but you get used to it," Faustyna said, smiling. "Plus the sex shows are amazing. You can even buy yourself an execution. They got these pieces of shit in holding, you pick one out, and they kill them on your command." I met her eyes, and she realized I wasn't as entertained by the premise of choosing when someone dies, even though I did just kill an assassin with portals. I didn't even know it would work, but dimensional magic was definitely scary if used wrong.
"Sorry, it might not be my kind of place," I said.
"Right, sorry."
"No, don't be sorry, I love that you enjoy yourself thanks to your job," I said. "Just because I don't get off on killing, doesn't mean you shouldn't. I love anything that gets you hot."
"You're making me wet again, Szymon," she said, spreading her legs open on the chair. I had my lips sucking on her clit in an instant. "You should go with me, see how a master haggles, at the very least. Ahhh."
"You ok?" I asked.
"I came," she said. "You know what I like too well."
"I told you that I have your dance card."
"That claw to my throat was fucking hot," Fau said, as her pussy dripped a bit after I took my lips away. I licked it up, slipping inside with a little wriggle, then slid out of her and up her stomach, between her tits, and up her neck to her lips for a kiss. "You read my mind, again."
"Would they come after you at the black market?"
"For human trafficking?" Fau asked. "I'm not really the prime target, and I know how to defend myself, so don't worry."
"I meant the assassins."
"Right," she said. "I typically make it quick there, much like most people. I guess I should explain who's trying to kill me, at least. I'll omit the details since you're not a fan of the darker natures of my work. Just so you know, rogues are typically contract killers. I've killed a lot of people." She lingered on that to gauge my reaction, but I expected that already. That was the danger of interacting with rogues, since they dealt with death a lot. Some were lost in it, but Faustyna still desired more. I could tell she ranked getting off higher than her work.
"Again," I said. "If you don't want to tell me about it, I understand. If it puts me in danger to know, then don't tell me."
"I die either way," she said. "Eventually."
"Not with me around," I said.
"You value us really highly, don't you?"
"You don't?"
"I love you, Szymon, and therefore I'm fine with dying. How can I put it? You filled me up, both physically and mentally. I don't care what happens to the physical because you came in my mind and it just feels warm and gooey in my brain when I think of you. That's why I'm ok if this torture ends, and I don't want to take you with me. Love is a nightmare, you know? At least, where sane thought is concerned."
"So, I'm a burden?" I asked, getting that feeling from her words.
"The greatest burden I am addicted to and in love with," Faustyna said, then smiled. I closed the distance to her lips in a hurry. I felt like I broke her, tamed her, bathed in cum that made her trapped in glue. She was my prey, even if she sometimes fought back, sometimes hurt me to make herself feel better.
"Tell me everything," I said, holding her by the shoulders, but was interrupted by the feeling of my cock standing up between us.
"Well, hello there," she said, looking down at my dick glowing gold light from underneath the foreskin. "Would you like me to put you somewhere warm and wet?" I felt the cock throb once as the precum beaded up on the tip. Her hand slid down the length, cupping my balls with the shaft up against her arm. She bent her elbow over my dickhead, and I held her in place just like that, pushing the head of my cock into the crook of her elbow. I commanded my cock to blow my load right there, powerful enough to squirt out of her elbow.
Faustyna watched me cum in her elbow, and as the cum came spraying out the sides and all over her forearm. She lifted her forearm coated in cum and started licking it off, looking at me sometimes until I joined her, the flavor of honey gently mixed into the cum coating over her arm. When we got close, Fau kissed me with intensity, a hunger I could see blazing in her eyes. I dove to find her gushing already, wasting precious liquid for cloth that absorbed it. Lucky cloth to drink that before me.
"Expand into a cradle," I said, as Faustyna watched my cock change shape to something that slipped over her back to hold her up in a position that spread her legs apart comfortably in the air.
