She Who Wanders VI

	Cherry was still pleased with the success of the previous night and allowed her good mood to extend to her brothel’s patrons. On a whim, she announced that all services would be half-off for the night and quickly threw together a special show to be played in her theatre: an erotic play about the court of a scandalous queen starring many of her best performers. 

	Her usual assistant, Priya, was still recovering from the Whitefire incense and was asleep in her private room. Cherry left her alone, thinking the poor mortal had earned her night off. Instead Cherry entrusted the management of the brothel to one of her older whores, a forty-something named Myra who was more than capable of looking after the place while Cherry lied about staying in her room for the evening. 

	In truth, Cherry went out to her balcony, wearing nothing but her jewellery and spread out her wings. She plunged off the railing and swooped low over the quiet street before soaring upwards into the night sky where the moon was not shining. She glided over the city, feeling the wind on her bare skin and breathing in the rich scent of humanity below. 

	This was what she wanted. Living in a brothel was fun and convenient for her, as sex was never more than a few minutes away and she surrounded herself with it daily, absorbing the energy of the building like it was sweet air. But, Cherry felt, it was not her. She was not a songbird who sat in a cage waiting for food. She was a hawk, a bird of prey, a predator. She wanted to hunt the men of Anza and fuck them into submission. More and more she had missed her days of wandering from village to village, filling the minds of men with lewd thoughts and having risky sex behind the barns. She missed the naïve farm wives who had so easily been turned into dirty whores exclusively for her. 

	Cherry licked her lips. Indeed, she was in the mood for wives tonight. She adjusted her wings and swooped towards the city’s more well-off neighbourhoods. She found Third Avenue, where every terraced house boasted a garden and the streets were always swept clean, lest the little children dirty their shoes. It was exactly where a prim and proper little wife would be found, waiting to be devoured.
The daemon fixed her eyes on a brownstone near the end of the road where a carriage was just pulling away from. A woman stood on the street, waving at the departing carriage before returning to the house. Cherry had a good feeling about that one. She folded her wings around herself, letting her body fall towards the earth, opening her wings just in time to drop her gently into the garden. Her bare feet were wetted by the dewy grass which reminded her of the late night adventures she had enjoyed in the villages. She even felt that same tingle of excitement as planned her evening with the owner of this lovely brownstone. The side of her that had been hidden for so long behind a veneer of civilisation was coming to the surface and it felt… spectacular. 

	There was movement behind the curtains on the third floor of the house where Cherry spotted a silhouette. A single, powerful beat of her wings launched her upwards where she landed gracefully on the small balcony. She took a breath and pulled herself together. Her wings folded in behind her and slowly shrank until they disappeared under her skin. Her horns receded until they were just tiny nubs on her skull, hidden by her hair. Her scales flattened and changed colour until they invisible. In only a few moments she went from winged daemon of the skies to just a regular, mortal woman. 

	Naked, she strode confidently into the house. She found herself standing in the master bedroom, surrounded by the opulence and decoration of high wealth. A four poster bed with emerald green sheets and velvet curtains was to her right. Splayed across it was a silk robe of dark grey. She picked up the robe, feeling the fabric in her hands and rubbing it against the bare skin of her chest. She dropped it back onto the bed, deciding she’d rather be naked. Near the bed was a wash basin already filled with water and sweet-smelling soap. The sound of footsteps outside the room announced the owners approach. Cherry gracefully danced across the room, pressing her back against the far wall and hiding herself behind a curtain as the owner entered the room. Watching from her hiding spot, Cherry licked her lips as she set eyes on her target for the night. 

	The aristocrat was young, in her mid or late twenties perhaps, and very beautiful. She had golden blonde hair that she wore tied up in a high bun. Her clothes were of a finery expected from a woman of her statue, as were the jewels: emeralds and sapphire mostly. Cherry kept quiet and watched the woman undo the many straps and knots that tied up her dress. As she watched she thought about which way she would want to tackle the woman: seduction or something rough? She did love to watch these mortals fall to her demonic charms, but how long had it been since she’d truly enjoyed a struggle? No, she decided, it would have to a seduction. As much as a rape would be fun, it was not worth the unnecessary attention it could bring. These high-class women had enough shame to keep their mouths shut after a night of scandalous lesbian sex. Cherry watched and waited a little longer, enjoying the voyeurism.

	The woman stepped out of her dress and carefully returned it to the dresser. Her underskirt she dropped with much less care and kicked into a corner. She was naked now, sitting in front of her mirror as she removed each of her expensive pieces of jewellery. Her skin was pale and smooth, except for the pink between her thighs and the small tuft of golden hair just above it. Cherry licked her lips in anticipation. She could feel herself getting slick as she imagined the taste of this upper-class lady. How would the breeding affect the flavour, she wondered. 

	When the woman turned away from the mirror to approach the bed, Cherry emerged from behind the curtain and quickly crossed towards the woman. She turned just in time to be greeted by a pair of large, luminous eyes that froze her in place. Cherry gazed into the woman, right down into her core where no human eye could see. She slashed away at the woman’s inhibitions and control as if she were a machete cutting through twigs. Cherry placed a finger over the woman’s lips to silence any sound that might escape her prey’s pink lips.
‘Shh, darling. Just let this happen,’ Cherry cooed into the woman’s ear.

	The woman could only nod gently as she was pushed onto the bed and set upon by a woman she had never met before.

	Cherry breathed in the scent of her prey. The perfume was expensive and most likely imported. Mixed with the woman’s natural aroma it was a deliciously inviting smell that made Cherry drool. Beginning with the woman’s flat, pale stomach, Cherry landed long strides of her tongue across her skin. The woman was still reeling from the attack on her senses and could only lie back, paralysed, as Cherry licked up and down her body and began to explore with her hands. Cherry moved up the woman’s body, licking and teasing the subtle breasts she found on her prey’s chest. The woman’s nipples were erect and flushed dark pink with the excitement that Cherry exuded. She couldn’t help it, the poor thing. Cherry had this effect on mortals, especially ones with as soft an upbringing as these aristocrats.
Now straddling the woman’s waist, Cherry caressed the woman’s small breasts and cooed assurance into her ear, licking around her prey’s smooth face. Cherry could feel the intoxication flooding the woman. She could feel the lewd thoughts being dredged up from her subconscious and drifting to the surface. The gentle moans and whispers escaping from the aristocrat’s lips betrayed her growing lust.

	‘What is your name, my dear?’ Cherry said as she nibbled at the woman’s neck.

	‘Lady Aska,’ she sighed back. 

	‘You want this, don’t you, Aska?’ Cherry murmured into the woman’s ear.

	Her reply was an affirming moan followed by a breathed ‘Yes’.

	Cherry attacked suddenly on two fronts. She plunged her long tongue into Aska’s waiting mouth, tasting the delicate flavours of wine, fine food and the woman’s own natural tastes. Her tongue lashed around inside the cavern of Aska’s mouth, wrapping itself around her tongue and pulling it out into Cherry’s. As this happened, Cherry plunged two fingers between Aska’s wet slit and curled them upwards, finding that spongy palate that made women scream. From there it was a simple process of wiggling her nimble fingers across the surface and she Aska in fits of unrestrained orgasmic bliss. The rich woman’s cries of pleasure where smothered by Cherry’s mouth. She inhaled her prey’s moans like it was a fresh summer breeze blowing in from a field of freshly cut grass. She was unrelenting in her attack on the woman’s most sensitive places. She wanted to break her meal in before she feasted on her properly. 

	When Aska’s orgasm faded and her writhing slowed, Cherry rolled on her onto her stomach, pinning her wrists onto the bed. Aska shoot her blonde head in a feeble act of defiance that Cherry found more amusing than annoying. This one was too soft and malleable to offer any kind of actual resistance to Cherry’s magic. Her request to stop was just the lingering parts of her more prudish nature that Cherry would very easily wipe away over the next few hours. 

	Cherry slid her tongue down the valley of the woman’s spine. She didn’t hesitate for a second when her tongue found the top of Aska’s backside. What the aristocrat lacked up front, she made up for in the rear. Cherry gripped the fleshy lumps and spread them apart and slid her tongue over the tightly clenched hole she found there. Aska clenched up immediately and groaned as she squirmed under Cherry’s tongue. The demon could only giggle as she tasted the flavour of an aristocrat. This was where the breeding really could be found. It was  a subtle taste beyond the understanding of anyone but Cherry and her kind. Without command, Aska opened her legs wider, allowing Cherry to dip her tongue lower and taste the warm juices condensing around Aska’s swelling vulva. Pushing her thumb into the quivering, hungry slot, Cherry’s tongue continued to dance around the other, less appreciated hole. 

	Aska was fully under the command of the demon now. She wanted everything this strange woman could give her. She wanted to be commanded and controlled. She wanted to serve. Anything as long as she could experience the bliss and rushing excitement of Cherry’s tongue. She reached back to grab hold of Cherry’s head and push her face deeper into her arse. 

	With renewed energy Cherry forced Aska onto her back and began devouring the woman’s juicy, swollen vulva. Her tongue snaked inside Aska, whipping around madly as it drew out more of the sweet cum Cherry craved. Aska was almost in hysterics as her body rocked with the hard trembles of a powerful climax that just kept growing and growing, refusing to break. Cherry had opened the woman’s legs as wide as possible, keeping her mouth glued to Aska’s twitching cunt, sucking on it and forcing this prolonged, wonderfully agonising build up. When at last Cherry tightened her lips over the swollen bud at the crest of Aska’s womanhood, Aska could only make drowned, gargling noises instead of the loud moans and cries of earlier. Even when Cherry came up to kiss Aska’s cheek the woman was still wearing a crunched expression like she’d just eaten a lemon. 

	An evil, lewd expression graced Cherry’s face as she brought herself up into position. Aska had had her fun and was suitably prepared to handle Cherry’s wicked desires. She blew the once-dignified aristocrat a small kiss before lowering herself over Aska’s face. As obediently as any of Cherry’s slaves in the brothel, Aska began to kiss, lick and suck on her mistress’s eternally hungry pussy. With a fistful of golden blonde hair, Cherry began to rock and grind her hips against Aska’s face, smearing the woman’s mouth with her sweet cum. It flowed from her freely, glazing Aska within seconds. 

	Cherry rode Aska’s face until she came. She painted the woman’s face until her make-up ran and her hair was clinging to her. Cherry pushed two fingers into Aska, roughly rubbing her insides until the woman let out another moan which was quickly smothered by Cherry’s cunt. 

	As Cherry continued her treatment of her prey became rougher. She smothered Aska until she begged for air. She spat into the aristocrat’s mouth and forced her to swallow it. She moved turned around so Aska could eat out Cherry’s arse like Cherry had done earlier. Cherry knelt on all fours, her rounded backside held up while Aska licked her up and down as if her life depended on it. It was only when Aska looked at Cherry with an exhausted face, smeared with thick cum that smudged her make-up and glued her hair to her once-proud face, did Cherry relent and cease her cruel exploitation. Aska’s lower lips were a bright, angry pink and would be bruised the next day from Cherry’s rough treatment. The sight was all rather pitiful. 

	As a kindness and reward for outstanding behaviour, Cherry led the dazed and exhausted Aska towards the wash basin. Taking a wet cloth she began to clean up the woman’s face until all evidence of their violent romp was wiped away. The bruises would remain but those could all be hidden. Cherry brushed Aska’s hair back into into its former neatness, cooing assuredly, like a mother.

‘You did very well, Aska,’ she said, stroking the aristocrat’s gentle face.

	‘Yes...’ Aska managed to mumble.

	‘You won’t remember any of this tomorrow,’ Cherry said, kissing Aska playfully.

	‘No...’ came the reply. 

	‘But remember: you can come to the Ruby House any time you want. I’ll make sure you get only the best treatment, like you deserve,’ Cherry giggled.

	‘Ruby House...’ Aska murmured. 

	‘Good girl. Now you get some sleep. I might be seeing you again soon,’ Cherry said, helping her dazed lover into her bed. 
She left Aska asleep in her emerald bed, thoughtfully dressed in her grey silk robe. Watching over her, Cherry stretched her limbs and allowed her wings to sprout and her horns to emerge. Her skin faded into a grey parlour and the scales that covered her hands, feet and sides of her face grew back. She wandered out onto the balcony, licking her lips as she enjoyed the remaining taste of Aska. She opened her wings to their full width, creaking and cracking as she warmed them up for flight. With a strong beat of her wings, Cherry was airborne. 

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	Pushing apart her silk curtains like one of her dancing girls walking on stage, Cherry emerged into her office, still in her true form. Sitting in the seat in front of her desk was Lila, another one of the brown-skinned slaves Cherry had been gifted. Lila was the smallest of the lot and had the petite body and youthful face that made her more of a special request kind of whore. Cherry used her mostly as a serving girl and messenger. The girl jumped to her feet and bowed lowly as Cherry entered. As she bowed she held up a letter.

	‘Official correspondence from the castle, my lady,’ Lila said.

	Lila was one of the few girls who knew Cherry for what she actually was and had seen her in this form often enough that whatever fear she had was well hidden behind ehr young face.

	Cherry snatched the letter and opened it without looking at her slave.

	‘Clean me,’ she ordered as she read the letter.

	Lila knelt down obediently and began to lap at the stickiness between Cherry’s thighs, carefully licking away any trace of cum she found. She was as dependant upon her mistress as any of the other slaves and was genuinely grateful for the chance to taste the sweetness. 
The letter was a formal invitation to a ball at the castle. The local guild of merchants were throwing it in honour of her friend the House Master Orion Macaridge. Any excuse to have a party and mingle, Cherry thought. It would also give her chance to mingle with the House Master and perhaps learn a little more. The mysteries of the night before returned to her mind. There were many more things about the good Master Orion that Cherry sought to learn. 

	She let Lila finish her task before she dismissed the girl with orders to pass on her acceptance to the guild. Still too awake and energised from her little foray, Cherry decided to settle down, drink some wine and do the dull task of actually managing her brothels. Regretfully, owning a brothel was more work than just watching sex shows and fucking the wealthy clinetele.