The Slaughtered Lamb tavern was quite crowded, and the white-haired fellow who stood just inside the door let his eyes adjust to the smoky dimness of the lights. The seedy pub was located in the Mage district of the city of Stormwind, and was something of a base of operations for the the city's warlock community. In days past, warlocks had run afoul of Stormwind law and been subject to vigilante action by the Scarlet Inquisition and others, actions often overlooked by the constabulary. After the defeat of the Burning Legion and the heroic roll played by the Black Harvest and other warlocks, the Alliance forces allowed Warlocks to openly practice their arts, although discretion was still a wise safety precaution; old prejudices died hard after so many years of war with the Burning Legion and it's agents.
The fellow had been sent a message, which simply specified a time and place. While cautious, the fellow was also very curious; a curiosity which had landed Snow FitzSilver in hot water several times before.
Snow looked over the assortment of disreputable types and street rats. Having spent so much of their career in the seamy underbelly of society, warlocks were an eclectic lot, consorting with hirelings of a less savory reputation. Many warlocks also dabbled in necromancy, and while warlockry and trafficking in demons was now above-board, many of their assistants, minions, and collaborators still pursued borderline illegal activities.
Snow was about to turn and leave when a woman in a full cloak and hood stepped up and took his arm. "Shall we take the air, Snow?" asked husky contralto voice.
"Nothing would give me more pleasure," assured Sniow, guiding the woman outside. Together the two of them slowly walked together with no fixed destination, their voices low and intimate to keep their conversation private.
"Master FitzSilver, my name is Darynn, and I need you to find someone fro me, someone who probably does not want to be found," explained Darynn.
"Very good. What is this person's name? Profession? Habits? General region?" asked Snow.
"That is part of my problem; let me explain," began Darynn, "During the last Love is in the Air celebration, some coercive magical wares were sold by the Crown Chemical Company. There were brewed and supplied by a renegade Forsaken alchemist but he was defeated before his plans -whatever they might have been - were realized. Most of the coercive wares were confiscated and destroyed... but the recipe for them was almost certainly devised, or at least known, by the head goblin in charge of alchemical products for the company."
"That might be a problem...," said FitzSilver.
"Yes, I am aware. Goblin companies are created and dissolved as swiftly as a summer snowfall, and it has been some months... what I am looking for is a sample of the perfume that they used, the one causing an irresistible lust in anyone fortunate enough to catch the scent."
"Of course," replied Darynn, pulling Snow into a deserted cul-de-sac. She found a dark corner, offering some discrete concealment, and dropped her hood and cloak, allowing Snow a visual feast of her physical form.
The sayaadi was pink of skin, with glowing azure eyes and dark, luxurious black hair. Her tongue, slightly forked, wet her lips as she parted her lips. Sharp canines, resembling more a vampire's mouth than a human's, gave her lovely face a predatory cast. Her wings were carefully furled behind her, obscuring nothing of her firm, high breasts encased in a leather corset top. Her hips and the delightful apex of her thighs were covered by soft dark mageweave panties, and the material was thin enough that Snow could see her cunt lips and clitoris pressing against the soft material.
Darynn dropped to her knees. "Let me give you a retainer, so to speak..." she said, chuckling as she unlaced the front of his leather pants. "After all, I want you to do a thorough job, so I think that it is only fair that I do a thorough job." She exposed Snow's hardening cock to the night air. "I do so much love the taste of a virile man's hot, sticky seed..." she hissed. His cock was almost touching her lips as she wrapped her hand around it; she had contemplated just giving him a teasing hand job, but she had not had a taste of cock juice in weeks, and she found her own desire for the taste of spunk in her mouth causing an ache in her loins.
She began slowly brush the cockhead against her lips, her forked serpentine tongue coming out to brush against the sensitive skin of his glans. she took another breath and began to lick Snow's cockshaft. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and lowered her head, taking his hard cockmeat into her wet, eager mouth. Her head began to bob, and Snow moaned at the sensation of her warm, wet, silken mouth.
Once more Snow moaned, and Darynn matched it with a sultry moan of her own. The resonance of her moan vibrated through Snow's delighted cock, and he slipped his fingers into her hair, enjoying the texture of her tresses. Darynn loved having her hair pulled while pleasuring a partner with her mouth; gentle, loving sexual pleasures were for mortals. She wanted, no craved, rougher treatment; she wanted to be treated like a toy, a sexual object to be used for pleasure like the slut she was.
She swirled her inhumanly long and agile tongue around his cockhead and shaft, taking him deeper into her mouth. Unlike mortals, she had no gag reflex to fight. She sucked his cock in deeper and deeper until her lips were buried in the rough hair around the base of his cock. She flexed her throat muscles around the length of Snow's cock, and she was gratified when he began to move, tentatively at first but then with decisiveness until the cock was fucking the sayaadi's throat. Darynn purred; that was more like it! This is what she was made for, what she craved, ad she exulted in the pleasure she gave, the pleasure that she controlled.
Darynn tasted it first; the taste of precum leaking from, his cock into her mouth. Salty and bitter, it was a taste that acted as a harbinger of what was to come. Snow's orgasm almost caught him by surprise as his cock convulsed once, then again. The third convulsion carried with it the wave of his climax, and Darynn had her own series of mini-orgasms as she received rope after rope of sticky sweet cum. She rode his cock with her mouth and tongue, collecting the spunk in her mouth as most of it went straight down her throat and into her belly.
When Snow's motions ceased and his once-proud cock shrunk to its former self, Darynn pushed cum with her tongue, cascading over her lips, down her chin, and onto her breasts. While Snow watched in a daze, she played with the cum, rubbing it into her breasts, neck, and face. "If I had more time, I would suck that magnificent cock hard again, and give my cunt a taste; I love taking cum in my mouth, but I especially enjoy a cock filling my belly and then playing with it with my fingers, inside of me," she informed him, a hungry look in her glowing eyes.
"You will find out what I need to know, and come back for your payment, yes?" teased Darynn as she shrugged back into her cloak and hood.
Snow snoring softly was his only reply.
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