Blossoming Love..? (2)

"I-Inik..?"

Grinning down at me, the Hawkkin squeezed my ass even harder as she pulled me into her side, her muscular arm already making me feel safe as I leaned into her chiseled, firm chest, my wand pointing towards the ground.

I relaxed even more as her other hand released my arm and made its way towards my chin, tilting my head back and allowing her to kiss me deeply as she parted my lips with her thin tongue, flooding my mouth with her citrus taste.

Draining her saliva into my mouth, she pulled away - but left her hand on my butt, whilst her other had moved to my cheek as she caressed me, staring hungrily down at me for a few moments before glancing towards the other Aviankin.

"Well, there she is then~! Heya Inik~!"

The Aviankin's previous tone brightened as she grinned at us both, though Inik's own grin had sharpened as she dully asked "Were you trying to make a move on my girl, Heather?"

"Well... you never said you were exclusive, and when she walks in here lookin' like that... course I'm gonna want a taste, Inik~! Say, wanna share her?"

"What part of 'my girl' makes you think I want you dirtying her with your incompetent seed? You're lucky I stepped in though, Heather... Don't think you have the coin to regrow a limb, now do you?"

I blinked a few times as I looked up at Inik's sharp grin, her amber eyes narrowed as she gave Heather an unwavering stare, causing me to glance towards the other Aviankin as well, who was now frowning.

"Don't be a bitch now, Inik... Nothin' happened, now did it?"

Her jovial tone faded away, replaced again by the rougher, demanding voice from before, which made Inik snort as she answered "No, nothing happened, but that's not the point. I made it as clear as crystal that any buxom Dark Elf that makes her way inside this premises is likely mine, Heather. Go back to your slaves, or I'll turn you to a eunuch."

My cheeks darkened again as I leaned closer to Inik, my heart fluttering at the way she so easily made it sound like we were truly together already, something that was... intriguing to my heart, to say the very least.

With a hand firmly grabbing my butt, the Hawkkin gave Heather a few seconds more before turning us around and leaving the store, walking me into the auction hall and remaining quiet for a bit, her eyes focused forwards whilst her ears twitched occasionally.

Was she worried that Heather would follow us, perhaps?

Peeking over my shoulder, I blinked a few more times before glancing back up at Inik, saying "She won't follow us."

"What makes you so sure, Elf?"

My lips curled into a frown, and I puffed my cheeks as I stopped, surprising the Hawkkin as I tapped my wand against her stomach, enunciating my words with each poke.

"Ka-Lee-Ah! Kalia! My name is Kalia! Not 'Elf'. Not 'Whore' or 'Bitch' or 'Slut'! Kalia!"

Those amber eyes widened for a moment, before flooding with amusement as Inik turned to look down at me directly, causing my confidence to dissipate just as quickly as it appeared as she stepped closer to me, making me step back.

My back hit the wall quickly enough, and her hand slammed into the wall beside my head as she leaned down, tilting her own head slightly and fixing me with a hard stare as she whispered "Alright then, Kalia... what makes you so sure? Hm?"

Biting my lip, my eyes strayed towards hers before I answered "I... I-It would be... idiotic and unreasonable to do so... a-and it would be illogical!"

Snorting, Inik reached forwards with her other hand and groped my breast, giving it a firm squeeze as she whispered "You think so? Tell me, on your way here, how many futanari wanted to fuck you? How many glanced your way and watched these fat tits of yours bounce with each step? Watched as you walked away so that they could drink in this juicy ass of yours swaying side to side..? How many?"

Gulping, I didn't get a chance to answer as she continued to speak, her eyes filled with lust, amusement, and... something else; something darker and familiar.

"Too fucking many. Wanna know why, Kalia? It's because - like your Mother - your body is built for sex. Fluffy thighs and a pillowy ass that are so soft and springy when your fucked from behind, these giant breasts that bounce around when your pounded into a bed, or laying beneath someone..."

Her breath was warm against my cheek as she leaned closer, before bringing her lips to my neck as she kissed it, adding "You have the body of a whore, the moans of a Siren, the tightness of a virgin... beauty of a Goddess, some would argue. You, Kalia, make futanari think about doing illogical things just to get a taste of you... so yes, I am worried that Heather will do something stupid, both to spite me and to rape you."

Kissing my neck again, she growled softly before grabbing my arm and roughly pulling me into a room, closing the door behind us and nodding to herself at the empty store.

"Get on your knees, bitch, and suck my cock."

Sneering at me, Inik caressed my throat before clasping her fingers around it, making me shiver for a moment as those amber eyes stared at me with such clear lust, causing me to fall to my knees without hesitation.

"Call you Kalia... why bother? You're my slut, my bitch, my whore... My Elf."

Undoing her belt buckle, the Hawkkin continued to sneer at me as she pulled down her pants and slapped me with her cock, making me moan softly as she added "Besides, that's what you are. A cock sucking, big breasts Elven whore who likes to submit to futanari. So suck my fucking cock already, 'Kalia'."

I blinked a few times before realizing I was already taking her into my throat, my body acting on its own to pleasure this woman who was demeaning me so much... probably because the more she said, the wetter I got, and the more I wanted to comply with her demands...