Demon World’s Brothel - Demon World's Brothel – Chapter 78

***I’m releasing this in place of Getting Lucky for a bit, just need a break from that story again.

“What is your name?” I asked

The girl who was part of the women’s council that previously kidnapped me twitched slightly when I asked that question. She was fidgeting with discomfort as she watched me warily.

“M-marina.” She stated quietly.

“I see… in that case, get to work.” I pulled off my shirt.

“Ah! Wh-what are you doing?” She cried out in a panic as I turned around and lay down on my stomach. “Eh?”

“Elizabeth usually starts with the shoulders and works her way down,” I muttered into the pillow, feeling a wave of exhaustion that caused me to end my words in a yawn.

“A-a massage?” She asked in shock.

“What did you expect?” I looked back at her with narrowed eyes.

“Ah, well… you know… um… okay! I’ll get started.” She ran over to the bedside and then looked around like she didn’t know how to continue.

“The oil is on the nightstand,” I mumbled.

“R-right!” She opened the nightstand door, and after a moment she pulled out a plastic container filled with lavender massage oil. “I’ve never seen oil like this.”

Of course, she wouldn’t have. This oil came from another world. Even before the war wiped out their manufacturing, such an item would have been impossible for the humans who lived here. That said, I mostly had gotten the oil for the girls when the mood struck me. There was nothing quite like oiling Alleya and Elizabeth up and then wrestling them in bed. They liked it because it was good for their skin.

Of course, I also had given every girl an assortment of skincare items that transcended this world. It was an expense, but one I felt was necessary. Women, especially ladies of the night, needed to have soft and pretty skin. It was a bare requisite. I supposed if any of my new girls joined, they’d need to be provided similarly. That wasn’t cheap.

Items from my world were much more expensive than items from this world. When I could pick, it was usually better to get items from this world. However, it was undeniable that whether it was skincare or makeup, my world was superior in every way. This was one benefit that Sal could never outdo.

“Careful, warm it up with your hands first.” I hissed.

“S-sorry!” She had finally figured out how to open the bottle, unwilling to ask and further embarrass herself, but she ended up squirting it cold on my back.

She quickly started to use her hands to rub me. It felt pretty good. Her hands were shockingly soft. Elizabeth’s hands were firm, but also covered with callouses from a hard life. Meanwhile, Alleya had softer hands, but she was very light with her massages and rarely put any muscle into them. Whether it was because of her delicate nature as a princess or because she was lazy, I couldn’t guess.

Marina seemed to be an interesting balance between the two. Her hands were so soft I wondered if she had ever done labor in her entire life, yet she worked hard to knee the muscles with all her strength. If she gained some experience, she might become better at it than any of the others.

After a few minutes, the oil started to warm up, and her hands did as well. In response to the feeling, I let out a moan of encouragement and let myself sink into the pillow. She stopped when I moaned, but then continued more fervently a moment later. It seemed she responded well to encouragement. She started to hum as well, and her tune was somewhat alluring.

I didn’t know why, but her voice along with her hands made me feel sleepy. However, I wasn’t the type to fall asleep with a woman I didn’t trust in the room with me. Instead, I only feigned sleep to see what she would do.

At first, she continued to massage and hum, but by the time she reached the small of my back, she had stopped humming or massaging me. She seemed to wait quietly, seeing if I would give a response. When I didn’t, she let out a sigh of relief. There was another moment of silence, and then I felt her hands touch me again.

“He’s surprisingly muscular.” She muttered. “His body isn’t bad at all… for a demon.”

Her hands slowly traced the outlines of my muscles, almost like she was examining me. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had pulled a dagger on me, but instead, she did something I didn’t expect at all.

Her hands went under the blanket and felt up my ass. It wasn’t simply massaging, she was genuinely feeling me up. She gave each cheek a few firm squeezes. I was surprised at her audacity. It felt pretty good, and I was starting to get aroused, so I decided to put an end to her wandering.

I lifted my head from the pillow and looked back at her. “What are you doing?”

She jumped, pulling her hands out from my underwear. “Ah! You’re still awake?”

I grabbed her wrist as she tried to pull it away and I spun around. “If you want to explore my body, why don’t you explore everywhere?

“That’s not what I meant, ah! What’s that!” She cried out as I put her hand around my member under the blanket.

It wasn’t until I pulled back the blanket that she finally got a look at what I had. Her eyes widened even more, and she grew flustered to the point she didn’t seem to be able to talk, her face turning red.

“You seemed to have been curious about it since you kidnapped me, so just get it out of your system.” I grinned.

I had a vague member when I had been knocked unconscious by someone fiddling with my pants, but then I had woken up and the molestation had stopped. It seemed like this girl had been curious back then too.

“You remember? Ah… no, that’s not it!” She cried.

Although she protested, her hand still held onto my shaft tightly without letting go. Feeling her soft oily hands, I wanted to know what a handjob from her felt like.

“I can tell by your face you want to know. So, give me a hand job, and then you’ll know.” I stated.

“I don’t… no! You’re a demon. This is wrong.” She shook her head defiantly. “I hate demons, you destroyed my race!”

“There are still plenty of women.”

“And you plan to turn them all into demon toys!” She exclaimed, tears in her eyes.

Even as she spoke, her hand started pumping up and down on my cock. I was a little bit confused by her responses, but her hand felt amazing. It wasn’t the same as Alleya’s, and not nearly as skilled as Elizabeth’s, but it felt like there was an innocence and excitement to it. I was getting excited, and I felt myself swelling up even more.

“That’s right. I plan to take women and turn them into breeders for the demon race.” I explained directly, not holding back the truth even as I held back moans.

“Why do you hate us so much?” She whimpered, tears falling down her cheeks, her hand moving faster and faster.

“I don’t hate you. I happen to love women.” I grunted.

“You’re a demon. How can you say that?” She demanded angrily, but then her eyes fell on my dick and it was like she couldn’t take her eyes away.

“It’s the truth. This world will die without women. I don’t care about your race. Human, elf, dog girl… you’re going to have to get over your past if you want a future in this world! Fuck… I’m cumming!”

Her handjob was just too good. My cock was so sensitive and I couldn’t hold it any longer. I was too tired and sore, and her machinations were too good. It was too late to pull away and cum all over her. Instead, my hot seed shot directly onto her face.

“Wha! Ah!” She cried out as she was hosed in the face with stream after stream of white. “You’ve ruined me.”

When I was done, she looked at me, her eyes welling up with tears while she wore an expression of being wronged. It was an interesting sight complete with white leaking down her face and neck.

“It will wash off.” I rolled my eyes.

“Some stains will never become clean.” She spoke dramatically.

“You just need enough soap!”

Feeling slightly annoyed, especially since she had done most of it of her own accord, I grabbed her and picked her up. She let out a cry as I carried her out of my room.

“What are you doing? Let go of me!” she cried out, kicking frantically.

“I’m cleaning you off! Stop fighting me!”

“Ah! No! I don’t want the water! No! Leave me alone!” She cried.

I ignored her as I entered the bathroom. Thankfully, there was still a filled jacuzzi, so I lifted her and tossed her directly in. She landed with a splash, steam rising and blocking my vision. I heard her weeping and waved away the mist.

“Stop being… melo…” My voice froze as I saw her.

Instead of ears, she had giant blue flaps, and instead of legs, she had a long fishtail. Marina was a mermaid!