The manager turned back to the restless crowd, forcing a calm expression onto her face even as a warm throb pulsed between her legs.
"Everyone, please remain seated!" she called out, raising her voice. "There is nothing to worry about. We will continue the auction shortly…"
However, her words cut off halfway.
The heavy double doors at the far end of the hall swung open with a deep creak.
A long silver body slid into her view.
The large snake's head, the size of an adult ox's head, rose high above the crowd, tongue flicking slowly as she tasted another wave of invisible lust that flooded toward her.
Her scales caught the lantern light and shone like polished metal.
Right behind her came the two women, the brunette still trying to tie her skirt properly, juice still faintly glistening on the insides of her thighs, and the black-haired woman whose blouse was half-open, her large breasts rising and falling with each quick breath.
Both of them looked dazed yet completely focused on the Empress, as if nothing else in the room mattered.
Another wave of fresh and powerful pheromones rolled directly into the hall.
"Shit, it's the spirit beast from the storehouse… How?? How did it break free?" The manager's eyes widened. Her carefully controlled breathing hitched slightly. "How did it remove its beast collar??"
"Call the guards…" She was about to call the guards, but for a second she forgot the crowd completely as a stronger, sweeter tingling heat washed over her skin. "Ahaanh!!"
She gritted her teeth hard, trying not to moan in public.
On the other hand, the silver Empress's simple mind registered only one clear thought: "More energy… here…".
Feeling that there weren't any auras stronger than it inside the auction house, she let out a low but bold, vibrating hiss that traveled through the air like a soft command.
"Fuckk!!" And the already restless auction hall grew even more restless.
Screams and curses exploded from every corner.
"What the hell is that thing?!" a rich merchant in a silk robe shouted, his face white as paper.
He shoved a servant aside and tried to run for the side exit. "Get out of my way! Move!"
"It's a spirit beast! A giant monster… escape, everyone, escape!" a noblewoman shrieked, clutching her heavy necklace.
Her personal guards formed a tight circle around her, swords half-drawn, while she hid behind their backs like they were living shields. "Don't let it near me! Kill it if you have to!"
More people tried to flee… The entire hall became a mess.
A small group of wealthy nobles gathered together near one of the pillars, arms linked, eyes wide with pure terror.
One fat merchant tripped over his own robes and crawled on the floor, still screaming.
Another man simply grabbed the nearest guard and shoved the poor man forward as a human shield, shouting, "Protect your master, damn you!"
Fear mixed with the thick pheromones already in the air.
Some faces stayed flushed with unwanted heat even while they ran.
Others just froze, too scared to move, their bodies trembling for two different reasons at once.
The newly awakened Empress's mind, didn't bother with any of them.
Her simple mind only cared about the strong, warm source of energy standing on the raised platform.
The beautiful manager in the dark-green dress was still dazed, thighs pressed tight, lips parted, cheeks burning.
The Empress slid forward through the chaos, ignoring the screams and the fleeing bodies.
Soft waves of pheromones poured from her silver scales, thicker than before, rolling out to make every person in the hall more intoxicated and more willing to submit.
She reached the center of the large auction hall.
With lazy strength, she rose up and coiled her long body around the manager.
Smooth, cool scales wrapped around the woman's waist, then higher, sliding under her breasts and lifting them slightly.
The manager gasped, her body going soft against the smooth surface.
The Empress's coils tightened just enough to hold her in place, the heavy muscles pressing against her full chest, her soft belly, and the sensitive space between her thighs.
"Ah… w-wait…" the manager whispered, voice weak and wet.
Her hands rested helplessly on the scales. Heat flooded between her legs.
"Damn it… Why does it feel so good… It's just a snake??" she gasped, her voice shaking.
Her hands pushed weakly at the thick coils, but her fingers only ended up stroking the warm scales instead. "Why's my body reacting so much??"
The pheromones pouring from the Empress's body sank straight into her skin.
Heat flooded between the manager's thighs. Her nipples hardened into tight peaks against the cool silver, and a wet throb pulsed deep inside her.
The coils shifted again, rubbing slowly across her breasts, squeezing them just enough to make her moan.
"Ah… nngh… stop…" But her hips betrayed her.
They rolled forward on their own, pressing her mound against the thick, soft muscular body of the Empress.
The green dress rode up as the coils tightened. Soft, bare thighs rubbed against living silver.
The manager's pussy was already slightly soaked, wet through her thin undergarments and smeared across the scales.
The Empress felt the fresh rush of empathic energy and pleasure rolling off the woman.
Her simple mind only understood one thing: Good. Warm. More.
She tightened her coils a little more. One thick loop slid higher, pushing the manager's heavy breasts together until the soft flesh spilled over the top of her dress.
Another coil slid lower, forcing the woman's legs farther apart. The smooth underside of the empress's body pressed directly against her dripping folds, rubbing slow and heavy.
"Fuck…!" the manager cried out, her head falling back. "It's just a beast… Why does it feel like this…? My whole body is burning… I can't… ah!"
Every time the Empress's muscles flexed, the scales dragged across her swollen clit.
The friction was firm, relentless, and wet. Her thighs trembled.
More juice leaked out, coating the silver hide in shiny streaks.
The manager's arms wrapped around the coil holding her chest, not to push it away anymore, but to pull it tighter.
"Why… why do I want more…?" she whimpered, voice thick with shame and need.
Her hips bucked harder against the Empress's body. "Damn it… I'm getting so wet… for a spirit beast…!"
The Empress let out a low, pleased hiss. She could feel her strength rising as she drank in the thick energy of the woman's forced arousal.
The two acolytes, the brunette and the black-haired woman, watched from the edge of the platform with glassy, hungry eyes, their own hands already sliding between their thighs.
Around them, the hall was still chaos. Nobles screamed and ran. Merchants hid behind their guards.
But on the raised platform the only sounds were the wet slide of scales against soft, dripping skin and the manager's broken, helpless moans.
The Empress kept rubbing, kept coiling, lazily feeding on every wave of pleasure that poured out of the woman in her grasp.
However, just then the large door leading to the inner hall swung open.
Everything in the room seemed to freeze… All the surrounding sounds disappeared, and everything became silent.
Screams cut off mid-breath. Running feet stopped. Even the manager's soft moans quieted as every head turned toward the doorway.
From there came another woman.
She wore luxurious, revealing clothes, a deep purple robe of the finest silk that hung open at the front, showing the smooth valley between her full, high breasts and the soft skin of her stomach.
The robe was cut high on the sides, flashing long, toned legs with every step.
A thin golden belt rested low on her wide hips, drawing the eye to the perfect curve of her waist.
Long light-purple hair cascaded down her back like silk, a few strands falling over one shoulder and framing a face that was both beautiful and coldly elegant: high cheekbones, full lips painted a soft rose, and half-lidded eyes that looked almost bored.
She walked slowly, with a lazy, unhurried expression, as if the entire chaotic hall was nothing more than mild entertainment.
Everything else in the room seemed to lose its focus around her.
The air itself felt heavier, richer, as if the space bent slightly toward her presence.
"Huh?" Her voice was calm and clear, carrying easily over the frozen silence.
"Why is there a spirit beast inside the auction hall?" She asked the question, slightly confused, one delicate eyebrow rising.
The invisible pheromones that tried to reach her simply stopped half a meter outside her body, blocked by some kind of soft, shimmering energy field that no one else could see.
The thick lust in the air never touched her skin.
She took another lazy step forward, eyes resting on the silver coils wrapped around the dazed manager, and the corner of her mouth curved in mild interest.