Sorceress Slut Azara

"And here I thought you forgot all about me," the ogre grinned while the apprentice stared at the mirror. After several moments she stopped and approached the bound demon.

"Silent if you don't want to stay here," the apprentice almost whispered and she took out a small colorless crystal. She ignored the erect cock that was almost poking at her when she reached to press the crystal against the ogre's lower chest. In moments, his body began to distort and turn to dust until all of it flowed into the object she was holding.

** * **

A dim light radiated from the intricate silver chisel Azara's nimble fingers were using to shape a colorless crystal into a ring. While she did so, it seemed like nothing outside of her task could bother her. Only the slight sounds from her precise movements filled the workshop and her face was almost as emotionless as the mask she wore to the public.

"Why can't I stop thinking about that cursed demon," Azara suddenly flared and she slammed the ring into the table with enough force to shatter it. It burst into dust and seemingly evaporated from existence.

"This is that sword all over again, what was its name again, why did I have to waste so much time getting something so useless," Azara muttered while her eyes focused on one of the many mounted trophies on the wall. Among the intricate objects, the single silver sword was notable just from the fact that it was not made from crystals of any color.

"Fine, I'll go give it one more look. Maybe I should masturbate with it, to get it over with, even if it involves touching... that thing," Azara kept voicing to herself while she took her mask and placed it on her face. "It's not like anybody will know, and I'm sure those other councilors are using their demons to... all kinds of things."

"I will go to him, open my robes and ask if he recognizes me," Azara grinned while she headed for a mounted mirror on the wall and reached her hand to it. As her body turned to dust, a wide grin gaped on her hidden lips.

** * **

It took only moments for Azara's grin to freeze when she realized that the only thing left from the ogre was a set of empty binds that still glowed on their positions like the prisoner had turned invisible. She even thought of that for a moment before she shook her head and a surge of anger filled her. She had just decided to use him and now he was gone.

Purple lightning began crackling around Azara and strange violent mist pulsed around her. She did not even need to move her hands to focus a devastating torrent that slammed into the metal door of the cell to burst it open. The door fell down with a loud bang as all of its hinges broke along with its lock.

"Where is the prisoner?" Azara flared as she floated on top of the partly torn metal door to stare along the corridor. She was met with a silver-masked ogre guard who was already kneeling on all fours to make his large body lower than the elven sorceress.

"First Apprentice Elena killed him in rage for daring to defy you," the ogre guard exclaimed without looking up from the floor. "We did not think it was important to inform you since the traitor was going to die anyways."

"Not that it matters, he is not the only one of his kind," Azara muttered before she commanded. "Prisoner ledger, now."

The ogre took out a book that hang on his belt and he began moving on his knees toward Azara while offering it. She stepped forward impatiently and grabbed it to go through the current prisoners. None of them were ogres and the few humans that were being held for petty offenses were definitely not enticing her interest, and not only because she could not execute them after she was done with them or risk damaging her reputation.

Azara's eyes moved to the ogre kneeling before her. He definitely had the same size as the supposedly dead ogre. Though the demon was also clearly devoted to her service so using him for her whims made even the elven sorceress feel troubled. So instead she began thinking about what was it that she even wanted.

"Tell me, what is the best way to fulfill carnal desires?" Azara asked with a stern tone that came out far harsher than she had intended. Especially since she had asked the ogre on an impulse to get something new to orient her thoughts.

"Huh? If you mean a place, that must be the Golden Lotus at the Center Plaza of the city," the ogre replied a bit shocked. Even during his words, he felt the need to press his forehead to the ground and shrink his body as low as possible like he was a giant red turtle trying to hide.

"A brothel, of course," Azara sighed while feeling a bit foolish. Everybody should know that the best place to fulfill carnal desires was a brothel. She could go in wearing a commoner's mask to hide her identity and come out after being satisfied by countless professionals.

** * **

Azara had gone through her wardrobes to find the perfect disguise. The previous master of the tower had left a large collection of all kinds of clothes and she almost wished that she had disposed of most of them to make choosing one easier today. Though once she had found one that clearly suited her current needs, she immediately put it on and began examining herself in the mirror.

"They can even see my lips, so indecent," Azara muttered while her fingers trailed on the red mask that only cover the upper part of her face. So her mouth, pony-tailed hair, and pointed ears were completely exposed. Though the indecency did not end with the mask, the red dress she wore had no sleeves and the hem ended to her knees. If one could even call it that since the skirt part was cut from the sides all the way up to her hip so that her long shapely legs were constantly being threatened with full exposure.

"If it is sex I want, I will have the most glorious perfect sex fitting of my body," Azara grinned while she crouched down a bit with a spread of her knees to expose her legs to the mirror. Her hands trailed to feel up the leather collar that connected with the dress and she pushed her chest to empathize the cut that revealed the gap between her breasts.

After Azara was done with her self-examination, she began thinking of ways to actually get into the establishment. There were several public Portal Focuses around the city she could use and if she did not want to have her identity immediately exposed, she had to use one of those to blend in with the commoners before making her entrance into the perverted club.

** * **

The almost only things Azara heard were her own heartbeat and absurdly heavy breathing. Her pale skin burned hot even in the dim light of the setting sun. All around her were people who mostly moved away from her like she had some rare disease. Then again besides some laboring demons, she was the only one showing skin on the large plaza that was mostly filled with masked and heavily robed citizens.

"Shameless," some nearby man voiced and the word began repeating in Azara's mind while her eyes saw some stars. As she walked she had no choice but to let her legs slip out of the side cuts of her dress but with the amount of exposure she had even when still, that was just the mentally tingling icing on the exhibitionist cake.

Azara could more than feel countless stares on her flesh even as only masked people surrounded her. If she had not set a destination for herself, she had long ago just frozen still and mentally melted into a pile of exposed flesh. She was slowly but surely approaching a large sandstone building that was at the other end of the plaza from where she had entered.

"Golden Lotus," read with large shining letters that were visible from every spot on the plaza. The building was not the biggest monument of architecture around but before it was the biggest crowd of male citizens at this time of the day. All of them were waiting for entry before one of the structure's massive doors even as several other entryways were empty.

Several whistles and waves greeted Azara as she reached the crowd of waiting men. She headed straight past them to one of the open doors that had a red ogre guarding it. He wore a golden mask and his highly muscular stature easily towered over anybody before him.

"Excuse me, do you work here?" the ogre boomed and Azara tried to look up only to have her eyes glued to the bulge in the ogre's golden loincloth. If she was indecently dressed, then this demon was practically naked.

"W-what do you mean?" Azara uttered with an oddly gleeful and excited tone. It triggered her to rise her hands to cover her exposed lips only to realize that some drool had spilled on her chin.

"Follow me," the ogre grunted and his large hand lowered like to push Azara in a certain direction without actually touching her. Her body moved as he directed while she kept glancing at the hand while almost letting her back touch it.

After Azara and the demon headed in, another ogre took his place at the doorway. Not that she paid any attention to it as she was guided into a narrow side passage that was barely wide or high enough for a single ogre. So he literally blocked her in with his body.

There were no thoughts in Azara's mind even as excitement built in her body. She was not sure what was going to happen, but at this point, she just wanted something that would climax or end her mind-numbing anticipation in some way. Though when she was guided into a hall that was filled with ogres in golden masks and loincloths, she froze hard enough to force the ogre behind her to start pushing her so he could enter the hall.

More ogres than Azara could count at that moment shifted their emotionless masks at her. But as their red bulging bodies moved around, all she could see was lust and desire aimed at her being. One of the loincloths even let a large cock escape it and her eyes locked to stare at it.

"Now, why are you here?" the ogre that had been escorting Azara boomed. Her body almost trembled just from his deep voice and her hands pressed to hide the grin on her exposed lips. All the while her knees began to spread like she could not even control her urge to expose more of her legs.

"You just want to see more of my elven body, right?" Azara uttered while her eyes darted around. Every move the ogres did shifted their muscles and with so many of them, she kept seeing multiple things that competed with her attention.

"I would not say no to that, but don't expect much payment," one of the ogres grunted and Azara almost wanted to ask why they would pay her but then she shook her head as the full realization came to her. These brutes had mistaken her to be a whore. Her eyes tilted and an urge to find out how much they valued her filled her. So she moved past two ogres to step on one of the many tables in the hall.

"Look at my body and tell me how much it's worth," Azara exclaimed as she spread her knees and lifted her hands behind her head. Her legs were completely exposed to the sides of her long loincloth and several ogres rushed toward her. She watched them seemingly pull the table she was on apart by sliding a section on her left away to create a space that let her be evenly surrounded from all sides.

Approving grunting surrounded Azara and some hands landed on her legs. The almost leathery hands slid on her silky flesh and sent borderline tickling tingles along the skin they touched. One of the hands even slid under her rear cloth to discover that she wore nothing under it.

"S-so, would you give all you have t-to have my body?" Azara stuttered and she crouched down a bit more while spreading her feet to help the demons further away from her to reach at least some part of her. The more her body pulsed from their demanding hands, the more she wanted them to cover all of her.

"Depends, can you even fit a real demon cock?" an ogre boomed and some others laughed. Azara's mind focused on her pussy only to notice just how much pressure had built there just from the caressing of her legs. On impulse, she lowered her hands to cover her mouth while a grin spread there.

"If you can't, shake your fat ass to earn some tip," one of the ogres voiced to fuel the amused laughter around Azara. She almost began laughing with them but then she felt the need to protest.

"My ass is not fat, it's perfectly perky, can't you feel it?" Azara uttered and the ogre that had only been feeling one cheek before now clamped both of his hands to cup her entire rear with a push. It almost made her fall forward but some large helpful hand pressed into her stomach to balance her.

"She is right, the perfect perky bottom to cushion a hard hammering," the ogre that was massaging Azara's bum nodded. His thumbs slid between her legs and pressed into her puffed vulva. There was no way he did not feel the wetness there but he did not stop even as a drip slid along his finger.

"I see you are in the middle of something, so let me introduce your new comrade and you can get back to it," a man in a red faceless mask and matching robes voiced. Heads turned towards him while Azara recognized him as an apprentice of one of her peers at the Ruling Council.

"Meet Golak, Lord Darken told you to take good care of him from now on," the apprentice voiced with a wave at an ogre that wore the same golden loincloth as everybody else of his kind in the hall but carried the mask in his hand. He was greeted by a round of grunts while most of the focus went back to Azara.

"You came back on a lucky day, we have special dinner entertainment," one of the ogres announced like he knew him and Golak pushed into the crowd. He put his mask on his face that had looked familiar to Azara but she really could not be sure, especially when she only remembered clearly one part of the imprisoned ogre from before.

"Pale skin elf, just what I was looking for," Golak nodded with a glance along Azara's spread legs. The big red hands covered large sections of them but there were more than enough tempting gaps between them.

"You, show me your cock," Azara almost flared as her eyes fixated on the newcomer. The name on the prisoner ledger had been different but she could not shake the odd familiarity she felt when looking at him.

"Let me taste your cunt first," Golak replied and Azara gasped while predictive images filled her mind and suddenly she was not sure if the familiarity was because of her desire to have sex with him. Just like with the prisoner before who had supposedly died.

"You better make it feel pleasurable," Azara gritted behind her hands that still covered her mouth. The same ancient scrolls that had introduced her to her favorite exhibitionist pose had also dedicated some paragraphs describing the pleasurability of demon tongues.

"I live to pleasure pretty pussies, my lady," Golak said with a playfully polite tone as he pushed to sit on a chair before the table. The hands on Azara's legs suddenly began pushing her towards him and lifting up her glorified loincloths. They were quickly tied together on her side with a hard knot to leave her crotch and ass completely exposed.

"Just how I like em, a bit red, meaty, and no hair, don't tell me you guys got her for me as a gift?" Golak mused and after dropping his mask on the table, he reached to clamp his hands on both of Azara's thighs. He immediately lifted her off from her feet and she fell down before some hands balanced her to lay on her back in the air.

"We didn't even know you were going to show up," one of the ogres grunted while Golak spread Azara's legs before his face. His large tentacle-like tongue slid out and licked along her whole vulva sending numb tingles up her spine. Her feet trembled awkwardly in the air behind him and someone removed her leather shoes.

"Thanks for the juicy cunt anyways," Golak grinned and his lips surrounded Azara's pussy before his tongue thrust into her. The large slimy mass enveloped her depths perfectly and pulsed against her every fold. It filled her with heated saliva and pumped her folds to swell even more than they had before. Even her vulva was twitching a bit along with her clit from the deep stimulation.

Yet again Azara did not even need to look around her to know that all eyes were on her. As her body heated up, she felt like a magical magnet that had been designed to attract all attention around it. So her mind kept telling her that this was just the beginning, soon enough these creatures could no longer hold back and start fighting over her, or worse since she did not have enough flesh to let all of them have her at the same time.

"So how's the elf? She been used today?" one of the ogres irked and the tongue in Azara suddenly stopped. She closed her eyes with anticipation as her body was suddenly lowered to the table. Her legs were pushed on her sides with a spread like to test their flexibility before the last pair of hands parted her skin which suddenly felt oddly bare.

"Good enough to test her worth as a demon whore," Golak exclaimed while odd silence filled the hall. Even with the spoken words, Azara could not stop thinking that the ogres were going to start fighting over her at any moment. And if they would harm her in any way, she would need to use her magic and be exposed to the apprentice if he was still even here.

"Why did you stop?" Azara demanded while the anticipation was almost killing her. And she opened her eyes to see how all of the ogres had taken off their masks. They were all grinning at her with faces that looked almost identical to her despite being brutish in different ways.

"I thought you wanted to see my cock," Golak nodded and Azara realized that a large red penis that pulsed on its own had been placed above her stomach. As her eyes tilted to stare at it, she could have sworn that she had seen it before. And just like to compare, she looked around to examine the few other ogre cocks that had been revealed around the table.

Azara clenched her teeth as she covered her pussy with both of her hands like to buy time to think. Her fingers got instantly soaked from the demon's abundant saliva that was almost oozing out of her heavily swollen pussy. Her body had never been in such a state and she could barely focus on her thoughts.

"Why so hesitant, my lady? I pledge on my honor to please you," Golak said and he did a playful bow with his massive body that lowered his long cock to rest across Azara's hands and stomach. The only thing she was sure about was that she could not be sure of anything. But having something like that forced into her would definitely make her focus, so she pulled her hands to cover her mouth again even if it meant staining her lips with the ogre's saliva.

"You will regret it if you don't keep your word," Azara muttered while she mentally prepared to return any pain thousandfold by bursting the hall full of violent lighting before escaping. Even if it would not grant her that much pleasure, at least having this brute forcefully defile her should remove any notions from her mind about wanting to have sex with someone like him. Or so she thought while she almost nodded to herself with a hidden grin like she suddenly just needed more excuses to let this happen.

A sturdy tip landed against Azara's vulva and it immediately began pushing between her nether lips. As it penetrated deeper slowly but surely, Azara kept waiting for it to thrust too hard at any moment or spread her too wide but the penetrating pressure suddenly stopped when it hit her end. The length inside of her throbbed but it was suddenly still like there was nothing more able to push into her.

"Just taking half makes you get fat, such a picky eater," Golak irked and his fingers pulled up Azara's dress to expose her stomach up to her breasts. There was a clear bulge on her stomach that she saw when one of the ogres decided to help her head up from the desk. The area between her pussy and navel looked a bit odd and her clit and vulva were pulsing almost in sync with the cock that throbbed on its own.