As the party surged around her, Myrria scanned the room for her mark. Anyone wearing a robe instead of armor; anyone with a notable seal somewhere on their body;something marking them of high rank; anyone who would pose a threat to the army of her beloved Lord Belial. A messenger or a leader would be the perfect pick for assassination, right? She focused her mind and her eyes caved into thin slits. Directly across the maelstrom of ale and puke, she set those eyes on her first target. Dancing gracefully around the swarm of drunken brawls and flailing arms, she slid up to a guard with a particularly commanding aura.
"I don’t suppose I would be able to speak with whomsoever is in charge here?" Her forked tongue began its work. "I’ve some… personal business to attend to with such a man." Myrria twirled her scarf around her finger tip, looking longingly up into the eyes of the man.
"Hah! That would be me" The brute spat loudly. "My name’s Fener, I’m captain around here! That means all these maggots answer to me and me alone!" His laughter sounded like the noise a pregnant ass makes. "Why, what’cha want with me lady?"
Myrria bore through the stench of his breath to respond. “I was hoping maybe you could teach me how you got so muscular. Or rather, show me~” She tilted her head softly to the side, angling her face downwards and her eyes up. Fener just looked confused.
"Slaying evil left and right all day; every day! A well balanced diet, coupled with-"
Her face pressed softly to his ear. “In private.”
She could practically feel the quake of his erection, or at least what it would have been if his blood weren’t so thin as it was. “Oh. I understand.” His voice was quieter, but Myrria doubted he could understand anything. “I suppose there’s an empty room or two upstairs we could use. After me if you would.” He groped her hand tightly and stumbled to the corner of the room with the stairs, tripping on the first one. A pair of guards noticed and broke into laughter, helping him up. By the time he had gotten on his feet and around the corner the whole room had noticed and was cheering for him like brain damaged cattle.
Up the stairs and two doors to the left was the room they entered. The moment the door was closed he started taking off his clothes, and tripped himself when his pants wouldn’t come off over his boots. By the time he was ready, Myrria had perched herself on the foot of the bed with nothing but her scarf covering herself. A few pats on the bed beside her were all that were needed to get Fener on all fours in her direction. Laying him down and wrapping her scarf around his arms was easy as cake, and tying his wrists to the bedpost only seemed like part of the ritual to the brute. Sitting softly down on his chest, her scaled body completely exposed, Myrria said the last words Fener would ever fully hear, not that he would understand.
"Try not to resist, it’ll only make this painful."
Sliding herself down his stomach was a pleasure in itself. Fener’s abs were rigid and the bumps they made teased her well enough to grind over for a few seconds. Cringing at the truth, Myrria knew that time wasn’t something she had much of to spare, and she backed the rest of the way to his now impossibly stiff erection. The feeling of its warmth on her ass was a sensation she wasn’t yet used to. It felt both hard and soft at the same time. Like a warm rod of steel covered in velvet. Smooth to the touch over her scaly skin, and yet as it traced its line over both her holes, it was unbending. When his cock was in position, she traced a few soft circles around her sensitive spot, and braced herself by looking at Fener’s hideous expression, before sliding herself down onto it.
She wasn’t sure whether the overpowering joy or hatred took over, but she lost herself in one of the two. Placing her hands firmly on his chest she pushed herself back up to the top of his shaft and dropped down over it again. Repeating this motion more and more, faster and faster, forgetting why she was there in the first place, waves of pleasure bathing her from the crotch up throughout her body, her fingers curling and scratching into Fener’s chest. Myrria slid her body forward, skin to skin with him as she pulsed her body, and nibbled on the base of his neck. Fener simply tilted his head and rested his face on her hair. Her orgasm pulsed out, tightening and twisting her insides around him. One of her legs bucked off to the side, and her breath stopped for just a moment. Myrria lay there a few seconds feeling both herself and the object inside her body twitching. The hot juices from the hideous man below her pumping inside her body.
"Not to worry, Belial will purge me. He wouldn’t allow anyone other than himself to use my womb." Myrria reached over top of Fener and grabbed the part of her scarf his head had been resting on.
"B- Belial?" Fener tried to speak, but her poison had taken a firm effect without him even realizing, and his mouth was only barely able to move. "That me- means you’re par- part of-"
"Yes dear. Yes I am. And you’re part of the futile resistance." She pulled the center of her scarf tightly, and Fener’s arms rose up as the tied part of the bedposts were cut cleanly through. “It’s a shame you won’t be able to watch your city burn though.” Pulling Fener into her, she kissed his lips softly, before baring her fangs and driving them into his throat.
Myrria leaned on the wall at the bottom of the stairs, nothing but her simple scarf covering her form. “If anyone was keeping track of time, two minutes.” The floor went wild with laughter for thirty seconds at least. When it finally died down, she sent out her request: “Does anyone here have any magic tricks that will help you last longer than him? I’m an aspiring mage, and I would love to see some that would help my every day life. In private of course.” She smiled, and her bright red lipstick shone throughout the room. One of the robed men was pushed forward to her by the giggling schoolgirls, and she lightly held out her hand for him to grab.
Up the stairs and three doors to the left was the room they entered. The moment the door was closed he started taking off his clothes.