With a great deal of willpower, I managed to resist the urge to bend every lovely elven girl that we passed and "commune" with her.
Sigh... I was here on a mission, a mission that required subtlety. A word that, I'll admit, wasn't in my divine horny vocabulary.
Vespera led me through the winding, luminous streets, pointing out the various landmarks and explaining the city's history. Athel Loren was a city of art, music, and magic, where everything was beautiful, and everything was in its place.
It was a city that was designed to inspire awe, and it succeeded. It was a masterpiece of elven craftsmanship, a testament to their power and their... control.
However, since the world was created by Lilith, who was a succubus and the goddess of lust, the flavor of lust was everywhere. From the way they walked to the way they talked, it was a city built on a foundation of desire, even if they tried to hide it under a layer of "purity" and "art".
They had brothels here, but they called them "Houses of Communion". They had prostitutes, but they called them "Priestesses of the Sacred Union". They had orgies, but they called them "Rituals of Shared Essence".
Heh... just a bunch of fancy bullshit to hide the fact that they were just as horny as the rest of us. The only difference was that they were trying to do it elegantly.
"Here we are," Vespera said, stopping in front of a small, unassuming building. "The 'Shadow Leaf'. It's a good place. Discreet."
The "Shadow Leaf" looked more like a private residence than an inn. It was built into the trunk of a massive, ancient tree, its door carved with intricate patterns of leaves and vines. A small, flickering lantern hung above the door, casting a soft, warm light on the stone path.
The inn was located in the dark elf district, a section of the city that was... less polished, less perfect than the rest of Athel Loren. The buildings here were smaller, more crowded, and the streets were narrower, the lighting dimmer.
As for the people... well, if I had to describe what I saw in a few words, I would say "latex, spikes, whips, chains, and screams".
The dark elves are probably my favorite kind of elves. They are not trying to hide their true nature. They are not trying to pretend that they are something they are not. They are raw, unfiltered, and unapologetic. They are a perfect match for a horny goddess like me.
Only a few minutes into the district and I already saw a dark elf dominatrix whipping a poor male slave who was tied to a cross, a group of dark elf women having a wild orgy in the middle of the street, and a group of male and female dark elves directly drinking blood from the breasts of a female slave who was hung upside down like they were drinking water from a public fountain.
Now that's what I call a city. A city that knows how to have fun. All that was happening in broad daylight, or what passes for broad daylight in this city.
Oh, and speaking of slaves.
I saw them everywhere. Humans specifically. They were collared, branded, and treated like property. Some were serving as servants, others as sex toys, and others as... well, as living pieces of furniture.
The sight was... well, let's just say it made my "holy spear" stand at attention. The sight of those helpless humans, their bodies marked with the symbols of their dark elf masters, was a powerful aphrodisiac.
It brought calm to the hatred that still boils inside me to this day.
Something terrifying must have happened in my past that made me—a former human—hate humans so much. Something that made me want to see them suffer, to see them broken, to see them used and abused.
"Come," Vespera said, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Let's go inside. The show can wait."
She was right. We had a mission. A mission that required me to be... well, not me.
The inside of the "Shadow Leaf" was just as I expected it to be. Dark, smoky, and filled with the scent of sweat, sex, and blood. The air was thick with the sound of moans, screams, and the crack of whips.
"Welcome, travelers," the innkeeper, a tall, imposing dark elf with a massive pair of breasts that were barely contained by a leather corset, greeted us with a wide, predatory smile.
"What can I do for you?" Her eyes were a deep, crimson red, and they seemed to glow in the dim light of the inn.
"Oh, a moon elf," she said, a purr in her voice as her eyes kept roaming from head to toe. "How... interesting. We don't see many of your kind here, moon-sister."
Yup... because of my silver hair and pale skin, people thought that I was a silver elf, or commonly known as a moon elf.
The moon elves were the second most powerful elven faction after the high elves. They were known for their magical prowess and their... well, for their "pure" nature. A lie, of course. They were just as horny as the rest of us, but they were better at hiding it.
Vespera said that their favorite act was to dance naked under the moonlight, their bodies glistening with sweat and desire, their cocks standing at attention, their pussies dripping with need. They called it "Dancing with the Moon".
A bunch of hypocrites, if you ask me.
Why can people simply accept and embrace their desires? Their kinks? Why do they always have to hide it, to justify it?
Sigh... maybe that's a question that will never have an answer.
"We're here for a room," Vespera said, her tone neutral, her expression unreadable. "And perhaps a meal. And service."
"Of course," the innkeeper replied, a sly smile on her face. "The room will be ready shortly. In the meantime, take a seat at the table. Food and drink will be brought to you."
"Very well," Vespera nodded, and we walked to a table that was located in a dark corner of the inn.
The table was small, just big enough for two, and it was made of a dark, polished wood. The chairs were comfortable, but they were also... unusual. They had a hole in the seat, and from the hole, a small, smooth, wooden dildo emerged. It was a subtle invitation, a suggestion of what was to come.
"Hehe~... I like it," I chuckled, running my hand over the smooth wood of the chair. "Very... welcoming."
"I'm glad you approve, Moon Sister," the innkeeper's voice came from behind me. "We aim to please."
She turned to a group of human slaves that were kneeling in a corner of the inn, their bodies trembling with fear.
"You two," she said, pointing at a young man and a young woman. "Serve our guests."
The two slaves scrambled to their feet and rushed to our table. They were naked, their bodies covered in welts and bruises, their eyes filled with a mix of fear and resignation. They were... beautiful. Broken. And utterly submissive.
The woman knelt at my feet, her head bowed, her hands clasped behind her back. The man did the same at Vespera's feet.
They didn't speak. They didn't dare. They just waited. Waited for a command. A touch. A glance.
The inn was mostly empty at this hour of the day. Only two tables were occupied, one by a duo of dark elf females and another by a single elf with orange hair. No slaves were serving them, so I waited for Vespera to make a move so I could judge how far I could go.
"What's wrong, Morgana?" Vespera asked, her voice calm and even. She sat on the chair—no wooden dildo—while I was still standing. "Don't you like the service? Or are you waiting for an invitation?"
"Oh... sorry," I apologized with a smile. "I was just... admiring the view."
I sat on the chair—also not using the dildo—and looked down at the human woman at my feet. She was young, maybe eighteen or nineteen, with long, brown hair that fell in a tangled mess down her back. Her body was thin, almost gaunt, but her curves were still there, still inviting.
"You have a name?" I asked, my voice a low, seductive murmur.
The girl flinched at the sound of my voice, her body trembling.
"Y-yes, mistress," she stammered, her eyes fixed on the ground. "My... my name is... is... 'Whore'."
I frowned, but didn't say anything.
I'm not going to lie. I love seeing humans in this state. And I'm also not going to play the "hero" who saves them from their misery and ends slavery.
No. That's not me. Maybe in the future, after I take over the entire world, I'll do something about it, but for now, I'm going to enjoy myself.
Ugh!
"Hm?" I raised an eyebrow, looking at Vespera, only to see her shoving her dick into the male slave's throat.
She didn't hesitate. She didn't even look at him. She just grabbed his head, shoved her cock into his mouth, and leaned back on the chair, waiting for the food.
The slave gagged and choked, his hands clenching into fists at his sides, but he didn't fight. He just... took it. He was a hole. A vessel for her pleasure. And that was all he was.
"You should try yours," Vespera said, her voice calm and casual, as if she were talking about the weather. "They're well-trained. They won't bite unless you tell them to."
"You say that like it's a good thing," I chuckled, a wicked glint in my eyes. Then I whipped my cock out and slammed the girl's face onto it.
Her eyes widened in shock, and for a blissful second, she fought. Her hands pushed weakly against my thighs, her throat convulsing around the sudden, brutal intrusion. That small spark of resistance was the most delicious part.
But when I released her head, she began to service me out of her own free will.
I leaned back, a low groan escaping my throat as the girl—"Whore"—found her rhythm. She was good. Desperate, but good. Her tongue flicked against the tip with a practiced, franticness, her eyes darting up to mine like a dog looking for approval or waiting for a blow.
"See?" Vespera remarked, her voice vibrating slightly as the male slave worked on her with rhythmic, wet thuds. "The 'Shadow Leaf' doesn't just hire any trash. They break them in properly before they ever see a guest."
The innkeeper returned, gliding across the floor with two heavy mugs of dark, frothing ale and a platter of raw, spiced meat that smelled of iron and pepper. She didn't bat an eye at the scene. In this part of the city, a dick in a mouth was as common as a fork in a steak.
"Your refreshments, sisters," the innkeeper purred, setting the platter down. She lingered for a moment, her gaze dropping to the girl working between my legs. "If she doesn't satisfy, just give her a kick. I have plenty more in the cellar, though most aren't quite as... intact."
"This one will do for now," I grunted, reaching down to tangle my fingers in the girl's matted hair, pulling her head back so she had to look at me while she swallowed. "She has a nice bit of fire left in her. Makes the submission taste better."
The innkeeper laughed, a sharp, cold sound, and sauntered off to tend to the orange-haired elf in the corner.
Vespera picked up a piece of the raw meat and took a deliberate bite, her gaze thoughtful. She chewed slowly, watching me with those amethyst eyes. There was no judgment in her look. Only observation.
I wanted to discuss many things with her, but since we had company between our legs, I stayed silent and drank my ale.
"Ahhh~... this is a good drink."