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The silver Empress felt the peak of her own rising heat coil tighter through every scale.
A low, deep vibration started in her long body, a soft humming that traveled outward and sank straight into the two women's nerves.
The sound turned the already wild fucking into something that went past normal pleasure.
The brunette's whole lower belly shook with it.
Her womb trembled from the inside out, and the feeling slammed her into a blackout orgasm so hard her legs kicked, and her mind went completely blank.
She cried out once, then her body just kept twitching while the Empress's coils held her steady.
The black-haired woman collapsed forward onto the Empress's broad head, grinding her soaked pussy one last time against the smooth snout.
A long, broken moan left her throat as her own climax hit.
Her arms went loose, and she slumped there, still dripping, still rubbing weakly.
The Empress, however, did not stop, as she absorbed more and more empathic energy.
Something new was waking up inside her head. Thoughts that felt almost human started to form, slow and clumsy.
She could taste the thick empathic energy pouring off the two women… sweet, hot, and rich. It felt good.
It felt overwhelmingly pleasing to her.
The instinct that had always driven her toward food and survival now pointed at this energy instead.
"More." That was the only clear word her newborn mind could hold onto.
More of this feeling. More of these soft, warm bodies that fed her.
She did not want to flee the city. The idea of running away never even formed. She only wanted to keep taking from the humans who provided her with rich energy.
With a sudden surge of strength, she shoved her tail against the iron bars.
The metal groaned, then snapped one after another. The cage fell apart around her.
She slid out into the storehouse, silver scales gleaming under the dim light, the two women still tangled against her body.
Outside the thick wooden door, she paused, head lifting, tongue flicking.
The world beyond smelled of dust, sweat, and people.
Her pheromones were already leaking through the cracks, drifting into the streets on the afternoon breeze.
One of the Auction House guards walking his usual boring route stopped mid-step.
He sniffed the air once, then again. The boredom on his face melted into sharp, sudden unknown lust.
His cock hardened so fast it strained against the leather of his armor.
He turned toward the storehouse without thinking, mouth half-open.
He was not the only one.
Women at the market stalls froze with fruit still in their hands. Men in the taverns set their cups down hard.
Within a single block, people felt the same inexplicable urge rise between their legs.
It was weaker than the drowning heat inside the storehouse, but it was enough.
Enough to make knees weak and thoughts cloudy.
The silver Empress let out a long, triumphant hiss. The sound carried more than noise...
It carried a simple, hungry command that slid straight into the minds of anyone who heard it. "Come. Want. Give more."
She began to move, heavy body gliding across the stone toward the nearby auction house.
The two women, still half-lost in the afterglow, scrambled to their feet.
Their clothes were scattered on the ground.
"Wait... please wait for us!!" the brunette gasped, voice thick and shaky.
She grabbed her skirt and tugged it on without bothering with the ties; bare feet stepped on the floor as she hurried after the Empress.
Juice still ran down the inside of her thighs as she muttered. "She's… she's calling us. I can feel it… I should follow her!!"
The black-haired woman pulled her blouse over her heavy breasts, not caring that it stuck to her skin.
Her dark eyes never left the silver coils. "I don't care where she's going."
"I just need to stay close. My body's still burning." She reached out and laid a hand on the Empress's side as they walked, fingers sliding over the warm scales. "You're so warm… and you feel so good. Don't leave us behind."
The Empress's newborn thoughts barely registered their words.
However, she understood the soft, needy, belonging to her and that was enough.
These two already gave her enough energy. They smelled of her now.
Instinct said to keep them near. The rest of the city smelled of more energy waiting to be taken, and that pulled her harder than anything else.
Ten minutes passed.
The pheromones kept spreading.
Weak-minded people dropped crates in the middle of the street.
Shopkeepers abandoned their posts. Clothes started coming off in the open.
A baker's wife pressed herself against a wall and shoved a hand between her legs.
Two dock workers tore at each other's belts right there on the cobbles.
More and more humans drifted toward the auction house, drawn by the same invisible pull.
With every new wave of lust, the empathic energy thickened and flowed toward the Empress.
Her stamina returned in slow pulses. The leftover wounds along her coils closed over, silver scales knitting smooth again.
She felt stronger. Hungrier.
She had become the center of a spreading sexual madness, and her simple, newly awakened mind only knew one thing: this felt right, and she wanted more.
The silver snake glided closer to the big double doors of the auction house, her long body moving slowly and steadily over the dirty stone.
The two women stayed right behind her, still half-dressed and sticky between their legs.
What never crossed her mind was that there might be someone stronger than her… or that she might get captured again.
Her new thoughts were still too young and simple for that kind of worry.
All she felt was the thick pull of empathic energy waiting inside the building, and the deep, hungry need to take it.
Inside the auction house, it was already a complete mess.
The main hall was packed with people who had come for the afternoon sales, traders, rich buyers, local nobles, and a few nervous sellers standing by their cages and crates.
Normally, the place didn't smell much of anything.
However, before people could notice, the air was now heavy and sweet from the pheromones that drifted in from the back storehouse, that's directly linked to the central auction house.
As the concentration of the pheromones increased, the desires began to slowly overflow like spilled wine.
"What the hell is this feeling…?" Faces grew flushed. Breathing was loud and uneven.
"My whole body is burning. Is it the heat?" Men shifted in their seats, trying to hide the hard bulges under their clothes.
"Something's wrong. I can't stop thinking about having sex!!" Women pressed their thighs together and bit their lips, eyes glassy.
Whispers spread fast through the crowd. "Shut up and sit still. People are watching."
Some of the buyers started getting suspicious. They looked around with narrowed eyes, trying to figure out what was happening.
A few loud voices rose above the rest.
"Those useless people outside must have brought some kind of drug into the city!" one fat merchant shouted, wiping sweat from his neck. "Look at everyone! They're all acting like animals!"
"It's the auction house workers!" another woman snapped, her voice sharp with forced anger. "They always try cheap tricks to keep people here longer and spend more money. This is too much!"
A group near the front started cursing the surrounding guards and the auction house employees out loud.
Faces turned red.
"Something's wrong…" The employees themselves looked just as affected, clerks rubbing their thighs under the tables, guards shifting from foot to foot with strained expressions, but they still tried to keep order.
The only good thing was that no one had started fucking or undressing each other yet.
Most people were still trying hard to control themselves.
They gripped the edges of their seats, dug nails into their palms, or forced their eyes onto the stage instead of each other.
The pressure was building, though. You could feel it in the air, thick and restless.
This unexpected commotion caused the auction house manager, a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties standing on the raised platform, to finally react.
She had smooth fair skin, long dark hair pinned up in a neat style that was starting to come loose, and a fitted dark-green dress that hugged her full chest and narrow waist.
Her cheeks were already pink, and she kept pressing her thighs together under the long skirt, but her voice stayed sharp.
"You… go now!" she ordered one of the younger clerks, pointing toward the side corridor. "Run to the master's room and tell her something strange is happening in the hall. Tell her to come immediately!"
The clerk, a thin young man whose own face was shining with sweat, nodded quickly and hurried off, almost stumbling as he left.