She Who Wanders part V

	The show had gone as smoothly as Cherry could have hoped. The dancers performed their new routine flawlessly, much to the cheers of the crowd. The new dance would be a little less expensive if the dancers had not insisted on always throwing their clothes into the audience during the performance, but the applause it generated was enough for Cherry to ignore the increased expense. 

	Pandita, one of the dark skinned slaves Harold had gifted Cherry, proved to be as popular as ever. Her three on one sex show would have been the highlight of the evening had she not invited a man from the audience on stage for a dance and handjob. To his credit, the man did well and managed to put on a good enough show without embarrassing himself, but he was no performer. The crowd liked it, however and as long as the mob were happy then money would flow into her coffers like sweet glacier water. 

	Cherry left the show early and returned to her office, accompanied by Priya, another of the dark skinned slaves Harold had given her. Priya, like all of Cherry’s servants, was completely under her influence but still given freewill to a degree. Unlike the other girls, Priya was not a whore, not to the public anyway. Cherry had noticed she was better used as an assistant, of which Cherry was expected to have at least one. So Priya was tasked with organising private meetings between Cherry and certain individuals from Anza and abroad that warranted Cherry’s attention. 

	Tonight, Cherry was set to meet with an exceptionally wealthy merchant. If the meeting went well, he could unlock possibilities for expansion across the region for Cherry to exploit. Fittingly, Cherry had arranged for something special.

	‘You’ll need to be dressed before he arrives. I’ll talk with him for a while and then bring him into the bedroom. You will be ready by then,’ Cherry ordered as she climbed the stairs to her office.

	‘Yes, mistress,’ Priya replied. 

	‘Make sure you’ve got the incense sticks burning as soon as possible. I want a haze,’ Cherry continued. ‘He should be hypnotised the moment he breaths in.’
	
	‘Should I use the Deme incense?’ Priya asked.
	
	‘No,’ Cherry said, pulling a key from between her large breasts. ‘Use the sticks found in the oak chest. This key will unlock the second storeroom and the chest.’

	Priya took the key, curtsied respectfully and rushed away to prepare Cherry’s entertainment chamber.

	Cherry continued up to her office and stripped away her black and red robe. She spent as much time naked in her office as she could, whether she had company or not. In fact she often insisted that everyone in the office be naked unless they had a good reason not to be. The demonic brothel owner wandered out onto her balcony that offered a wide view of the city. The sun had set hours before and now the dark sky was full of bright stars that twinkled and glistened. The ocean too was twinkling as the reflection of the full moon danced over the gentle waves. In the bay, Cherry could see several tall ships had docked and were likely unloading luxury goods for Anza’s ruling and merchant classes. One of them held her guest, the man who would help spread Cherry’s influence across the Davinic Sea. Normally such a man would have been a prime target to become what Cherry called a sponsor, one of the few mortals that would know what Cherry was. He would protect her in exchange for all the benefits of having a powerful demon at his command. But Cherry was a free demon now and no longer needed a sponsor. She had made her own fortune and relied only on herself for her future. 

	Perhaps it was her nature as a sex demon, but Cherry did still feel the occasional longing to be owned by a mortal. Her mind drifted back to the harems of her former masters, when she had worn chains both physical and invisible. Sometimes she missed those chains and the sense of submission that came along with them, other times she didn’t miss them at all. She sighed heavily into the night, letting the breeze wash over her bare skin before she turned back and went inside again.

	She had a large wardrobe in her office, full of exotic, expensive clothing that ranged from heavy robes that bragged of wealth, to outfits that could barely be considered clothing at all. Cherry picked an outfit closer to the latter side of the spectrum; a black, under-bust corset with silk netting dyed royal purple. Sewed onto the top of the corset were two silk flaps of fabric with strings that were tied behind Cherry’s neck. She slipped on a pair of black panties that had been expertly made to feature a butterfly design on the front, complete with colourful wings. On her legs she wore sheer black stockings that attached to her sorest via garters. Finally, around her waist she attached a flowing half-skirt that covered her shapely posterior and nothing more. To complete the outfit she put on a pair of heeled sandals that added another two inches to her height. 

	She admired herself in the reflective glass and wondered aloud what kind of mortal man could resist her, then laughed at the notion. She caressed her breasts through the silk fabric that covered them, teasing her nipples into erection. The silk did nothing to hide the signs of her arousal. She felt the sex between her legs grow warm and wet at the sight of herself and the thought of a man admiring her. She licked her lips and laughed silently.

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	House Master Orion Macaridge was rather young to be of such a high rank, Cherry thought when the man entered her office. She stood to greet him and embraced him in a polite hug and kiss on the cheek, as if she were greeting an old friend. 

	He could not have been older than thirty, she thought, examining his handsome face closely, and yet he carried himself like a wizened House Master double his age. His eyes spoke of a fierce intellect and understanding beyond his years. Cherry was fascinated immediately. He was in good shape physically as well, with broad shoulders, strong arms and a solid chest, much like a soldier. Cherry was excited to see what other pleasant features he had beneath his clothes. His face carried a weight of masculinity to it that pleased Cherry. He reminded her of Harold, the sexual stallion pirate Cherry often shared her bed with, but Orion had a more refined look. 

	The demon reached out with her mind to break into the man’s head and see what secret desires he had that she could fulfil. It was there that Cherry found her biggest shock. She could not read the man. Her intrusion into his mind was deflected like an arrow bouncing off a steel shield. 

	How was such a thing possible, Cherry wondered with more than a little alarm. Her powers had increased by several orders of magnitude over the years but now she found herself limited once more. There were a number of explanations Cherry could think of but none of them sat right with her. 

	‘Fascinating,’ she whispered aloud.

	‘Am I?’ Orion asked as a small grin spread across his stubbled face.

	‘Indeed,’ Cherry replied quickly. ‘Younger than I imagined.’

	‘Yes, well the energy of youth, when directed properly can take you further than most people realise,’ Orion answered.

	‘Indeed. You’ve certainly put it all to very good use. Please, sit down,’ Cherry said, directing him to a plush seat in front of her rosewood desk.

	Cherry brought Orion red wine in a carved crystal decanter. They sat and drank at her desk, discussing the possibility of opening a business in the city of Ohara, which was several weeks sailing up the coast. Cherry tried several more times to infiltrate Orion’s mind but was deflected each time. These negotiations would be harder than she thought, but that was why she had arranged the encounter with Priya later. That would smooth out any problems she may have. 

	The negotiations ended in a tie an hour later. Orion was intelligent and knew the markets of Ohara well, but Cherry was committed to securing this deal. She felt rather helpless without her powers, but still had her own intellect to fall back on. Ultimately, Orion conceded that there was a place for Cherry in Ohara’s merchant guild, if she could establish her House, but whores were not the way to do that. Cherry would have to break into more markets if she ever wanted to lead a House of respect.

	‘With respect, House Master, how about I show you what kind of pleasures my House can offer,’ Cherry finally said, rising to her feet.
Orion nodded and stood as well. ‘First I have a question.’

	‘Of course. Regarding what?’ Cherry asked as she wandered over to the long bookshelf that dominated the left side of her office.

	‘That painting. Who is the artist?’ Orion asked, pointing out the masterwork behind Cherry’s desk.

	‘A local artist named Belman,’ Cherry replied. ‘A gifted man but a tortured soul,’ she said with a hint of sadness in her voice.

	‘How so?’

	‘Well, you know these artistic types. Great suffering produces great art. The last I heard, he had thrown himself from the cliffs outside the city over a spurned lover. Tragic,’ Cherry said, genuinely meaning it.

	‘A shame. I know a person who would have loved to commission something similar,’ Orion pointed out.

	‘There are other artists. I’m sure with the right guidance and patronage they could produce great works too,’ Cherry replied. 

	She had been considering commissioning another such work but decided against it. Too many suicidal artists might attract the wrong kind of attention. She plucked a book from her bookshelf, an old tome with gold embossed lettering written in an old language. She knew the author personally. He had died five hundred years ago after three Paladin arrows had punctured his old body. Approximately five minutes later, Cherry too had been cut down by those same Paladins. Five hundred years later she had tracked down this copy of his work at great personal expense and gave it pride of place in her private library. Currently it protected the hidden lever that opened the door to a secret tunnel.

	‘Secret doorways and hidden tunnels?’ Orion laughed as he saw the bookshelf open up, revealing a spiral staircase leading up and down.

	‘What can I say? I have a flair for the mysterious,’ Cherry replied and led the way up.

	‘What’s downstairs?’ Orion asked as he followed the brothel owner up the corkscrewing stairs.

	‘Hidden doors to all areas of the brothel, as well as a few secret viewing areas. I like to keep an eye on certain clients,’ Cherry replied with a wink. 

	She had installed secret spyholes in the numerous bedrooms of the brothel for when she had an urge for voyeurism. The thrill of watching someone who didn’t know you were there was quite enticing sometimes and Cherry hated to deny herself any pleasure. They also served to make sure than none of her girls were conspiring behind her back.

	The bedroom Cherry and Orion stepped into was filled with a perfumed haze that dizzied the mind at first inhalation. For Cherry, the aroma relaxed her. Her stress melted away and fogged her mind to all cares outside of the bedroom. For mortals it was an intoxicating perfume that filled their minds with lewd desires and made their skin tingle at every touch. 

	Cherry smiled when she saw her guest breath in deeply, knowing the effect the incense would have on him.

	‘Is that… Whitefire incense?’ the House Master asked.

	Cherry raised her eyebrows in surprise. ‘You don’t stop impressing me, House Master Orion,’ Cherry confessed. ‘Yes it is. How did you know?’

	Orion grinned slyly. ‘I have a friend who likes to indulge in this,’ he explained.

	‘Your friend must be quite wealthy then. The going rate of Whitefire is two gold per ounce. I would very much like to meet this friend. What is his name?’ Cherry asked.

	‘She prefers to remain anonymous but I’ll pass on your interest,’ Orion replied. 

	Cherry stroked her chin. Perhaps this mystery woman could offer an insight into the hidden places of Orion’s mind. Hopefully hers would be less protected and Cherry could peek inside. It might require a seduction but that would only make it more fun. 

	There was movement in the gloom of the bedroom as Priya made herself known. She had been inhaling the incense for some time and was fully under its effects now. Cherry could smell the lust burning inside the girl’s body and licked her lips at the thought of how wet her sex must have been.

	‘Allow me to introduce you to someone, Master Orion…’

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	Beautiful, Cherry thought. Just beautiful. The outfit she had selected for Priya suited the girl perfectly. It was influenced by outfits from Priya’s native culture, but designed to titillate and arouse. 

	Priya was decorated from head to toe in gold and precious gems. Strands of colourful silk were wrapped around her body in places that showed off skin, but hid anything too interesting. She would have to be unwrapped before the best parts of her could be seen. On her head she was wearing a silk wrap that hid everything but her large dark eyes. Gold bangles adored her wrists and ankles, matching the gold and ruby necklace and crown. They gems bounced and swayed as she danced erotically in front of Orion. Cherry hovered nearby, trying to read the man’s expression as he watched the dancing beauty. 

	Priya danced closer, swaying her body and grinding her hips. She turned her back to Orion and leant forward, rolling her full, firm backside in his lap. Orion took hold of her by the hips and squeezed her warm flesh. That was a good sign, Cherry thought. 
She sashayed over to join him, undoing the knot the held up the fabric covering her generous bosom. She let her breasts hang over the top of her corset as she sat down and watched the show with Orion by her side. She placed her hand on his crotch and began to massage the stiffening lump she found there. It felt good, she thought. A good size and shape for her and Priya to enjoy later.

	‘An interesting find, Cherry,’ Orion said as he watched Priya begin to strip away her clothing piece by piece. 

	‘She was a gift from a friend of mine,’ Cherry replied. She slipped her hand into Orion’s trousers, finding the hot shaft and rubbing it slowly.

	‘Which friend is this?’ he asked.

	‘You have your secrets and I have mine,’ Cherry replied with a wink.

	Orion laughed and wrapped his arm around Cherry’s shoulder, pulling her closer to him so his other hand could squeeze her exposed breasts and pinch her nipples.

	Cherry and Orion watched as Priya’s dance escalated to full nudity and became even more erotic and intense. She rubbed her bare, dark pussy in front of them, showing how wet she had become. Cherry continued to massage Orion’s cock inside his cotton trousers, feeling the heat of it against her soft palm. Orion had moved his hand to between Cherry’s legs so he could rub her wet slit through her silk panties. Orion’s breathing had become heavy as his body radiated his lust that Cherry drank in like sweet water.

	‘She is remarkable,’ Orion whispered into Cherry’s ear.

	‘She does a lot more than dance, House Master,’ Cherry whispered back. 

	‘Such as?’ Orion asked rhetorically. 

	Cherry snapped her thumb and finger at Priya and beckoned her over. Priya did so without hesitation, going down on her knees in front of Orion. She pulled down his cotton trousers, exposing his long, thick shaft that pulsed with hot blood. Cherry had not let of it since first taking hold. She waggled it around in her hand comically and slapped it against Priya’s lips much to Orion’s amusement. 

	Priya took Orion’s cock into her mouth, sliding it between her plump lips and sucking on it expertly. Cherry pressed down on the back of her assistant’s head, encouraging her to go deeper. While she did that, Cherry guided her nipples to Orion’s mouth so he could suck on them and pinch them between his teeth. She moaned and cooed her approval to her guest’s attention to her breasts while the slurping sounds of Priya made for excellent background noise. Cherry bounced Priya’s head on Orion’s cock like a ball while she fed him her nipples and rubbed her hot sex against his fingers.

	Eventually Cherry’s need to taste Orion’s impressive shaft was too much to bear and she joined Priya on the floor. Priya moved down, taking Orion’s large balls into her mouth and sucking on them until Orion’s groaned with pleasure, shivering as the sensation went through him. Cherry took his shaft into her mouth, licking away the precum that was seeping out of the pink head. She held the base of his cock as her head bobbed up and down quickly on the meaty rod. She slurped loudly on Orion’s cock, slapping it against her lips and tongue until spit and thick saliva covered Orion’s crotch. 

	Orion made the next move, standing up and moving Priya into position. He put her hands against the wall and leant forward, spreading her legs to accept Orion’s thick rod. Cherry was on hand again to guide Orion’s shaft into Priya’s hot, wet slit. The exotic beauty moaned as she felt each inch of Orion’s cock enter her and spread her walls. Cherry’s eyes were fixed on the joining of male and female parts. The sight of a hard cock slipping between two delicate lips aroused her greatly and made her long to feel it herself. She entered Priya’s mind, tapping into her feelings so she could share the sensation of being fucked. Cherry felt it, the stretching of mortal flesh to accommodate the new arrival. She moaned slightly to herself as she teased herself by leaching the feelings of Priya. She withdrew herself from Priya’s mind and moved positions. She slid underneath Orion, going between his legs so she could lick and tease his balls as he thrust in and out of Priya. Cherry tasted the intoxicating flavour of a hot pussy mixed with Orion’s sweat. It was a cocktail of flavours that the demon loved. 

	An upside to not being able to read Orion’s mind was that he was capable of surprising her. It was something new in a world where Cherry thought she had already experienced everything. So when Orion suddenly pulled out of Priya and thrust his cock into Cherry’s mouth, she was pleasantly shocked. She sucked his shaft clean of Priya’s juice and licked away the precum from his tip before he thrust back into Priya’s waiting gash. 

	Orion had Priya crying out in joy as he drove her towards an orgasm that Cherry was keen to be a part of. She had Priya lie down on the couch with her knees up by her armpits and her thighs spread as widely as possible while Orion knelt in front of her, slamming her hungry cunt with his cock. Cherry leant over Priya’s belly, licking the girl’s clit and Orion’s shaft as it passed in and out of her. Cherry swung her leg over Priya’s head and pushed her dripping pussy into Priya’s face. Priya responded immediately, sliding her tongue into her mistress’s slit, tasting the sweet fluid that dripped from her. Priya had tasted Cherry’s cum many times and always found herself getting drunk off of it. It was an intoxicating drink that blurred the mind and enflamed the senses. If it could be sold on the streets it would replace alcohol as the vice of choice and create an army of addicts. Priya was certain she was already addicted to it. 

	Priya’s orgasmic cry was muffled by Cherry’s body as the demon pressed her ass and pussy into the girl’s face, forcing her to keep eating her out. Selfishly, Cherry pulled Orion’s cock out of Priya and put it in her mouth; tasting Priya’s cum as Priya tasted hers. 

	Once more Cherry tried to gaze into Orion’s mind but found herself blocked still. It had intrigued her earlier but now it angered her. She wanted to explore his mind and feel his emotions but was denied. Frustrated, she broke into Priya’s mind instead. The slave was almost completely gone. The Whitefire had rendered her powerless to resist her own lust but when combined with Cherry’s cum it formed a dangerous cocktail, especially to long-term uses like Priya. The slave’s mind was spinning like a tornado of lust. It was an effect similar to drinking ten bottles of wine in five seconds. Priya was as far gone as a human could go without going insane. Cherry could, if she felt like it, push Priya off that fine line and plunge her into complete insanity. It would be interesting to watch as the girl caved in on herself. The soul becomes so much more flavoursome when it’s been tortured a little and insanity was a particularly refined taste. But no, Cherry decided. Priya still had uses that required her mind to work and such a fate was beneath her.

	Cherry pushed Orion’s cock back into the burning, dripping cunt of her slave and took a step back. She wanted wine now. She drank straight from the decanter as she watched Orion ploughing into Priya. Orion’s sweaty body glistened in the light. Each muscle was perfectly defined as they tensed and relaxed. Priya seemed to have gone limp underneath him. She was mouthing words but her eyes looked lifeless and glazed over. She was truly lost to the Whitefire, Cherry laughed. 

	‘Feel free to cum wherever you like, Orion,’ Cherry said. ‘We have ample stores of Silphia, so pregnancy is a guaranteed impossibility.’

	‘That’s not a concern, dear Cherry,’ Orion replied between breaths. ‘I intend this whore to drink it.’

	‘Even better,’ Cherry smirked.

	She swallowed her wine as she thought about what kind of cum this man would produce. His mind was a fortress she could not gaze into, but his cum was the secret tunnel even the guards forgot about. To a demon like Cherry, cum was as good as a biography when it came to learning about a person. The subtle flavours and aromas of a man’s essence gave clues as to his health and personality, as well as lineage. Cherry needed a taste. Even a drop of the slime would be enough.

	Cherry hovered nearby, drinking wine and cooing encouragement as the merchant roughly had his way with the dazed prostitute. She savoured the image of a strong, powerful man, glistening with sweat ravaging the young, dark-skinned beauty. Her face was the image of bliss, like an opium addict who had finally been given their fix. She would be in pain tomorrow, but Cherry would take care of her as she always did. 

	Several hard thrusts by Orion hinted to Cherry that he was close to climax. She downed the last of her wine and crouched down beside Priya as Orion pulled the girl into position to accept his seed. The young whore opened her mouth reflexively and stuck out her pink tongue just in time for Orion to unload. White cum, hot and thick, shot from the pink head of Orion’s cock onto Priya’s tongue and slid down her throat. Orion released a primal roar of domination as he came again and again into Priya’s mouth.

	‘Don’t swallow it yet,’ Cherry whispered to the girl.

	Several more strong squirts of male seed forced themselves out of Orion’s shaft and into Priya’s mouth, quickly filling it almost beyond capacity. By the time he was done and his eruption was reduced to a mere trickle of stringy goo, Orion had left enough semen in Priya’s mouth to fill a tea cup. Cherry was shocked, amazed, aroused and fascinated all at once. She had seen men cum in impressive quantities before but this was unexpected. This was suspicious. Cherry plunged her tongue into Priya’s mouth before the whore had a chance to gulp down the mouthful of cum. Cherry sucked it out of Priya’s mouth and into her own, spilling it onto Priya’s brown breasts and covering their lips and chins with the slime. She sloshed it around in her mouth like she was sampling a wine, covering her tongue with it so she could taste all the myriad, subtle flavours. 

	She had to be quick or else Orion might ask why she was obsessing with his cum. Her mind rushed as her trained tongue picked up the first obvious flavours: he was healthy, strong, youthful and very virile. He was bred from a long line of aristocrats which had more or less avoided the habit of in-breeding so far. Cherry could taste her own demonic magic mixed in with it, as it should be. Everything that Cherry had expected to be there was there, so what was she missing? She licked her lips and clucked her tongue when suddenly she tasted it. The flavour was hidden right in front of her. She had tasted the effects of her demonic presence in his seed the first time but had missed the sugary second flavour hidden beneath it. It seemed that House Master Orion Macaridge had something to hide…