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Eh, that should be enough.

Jeffery T. Wellington was ecstatic to return to the Golden City. There were countless other names, but that was the one that stuck over time. As the closest city to the Wildlands, it handled mind-boggling treasures regularly. Like any metropolis of the Greater Races, it was a wonderful cesspool of greed and avarice. The perfect place to offload the drug from the Silver Witch. Asking discreetly around his contacts allowed him to find that the color silver was not part of the Color Coven Alliance.

Which was fantastic news.

The Silver Witch could be an Elder, an Exile, or a Prime. If she were an Elder, Silver was a lost color outside the known ones. If she were an Exile, the Alliance would only care if she was disrespected as a witch still represented the race, even those cast out of the Alliance. If she were a Prime, the Wellington name would be set for existence.

A new color rose with the existence of a new Prime. It was a monumental event, and not just because the new witch introduced another branch of magical might for the Race. No, the real profit came from the advent of entirely new methods of utilizing what was already known. Jeffery T. Wellington was a drow of many things, of which as an investor in new or amazing possibilities was probably the most well-known.

Certainly, he took few and far between losses, but they existed.

His successes, though, had been so many and so varied that the Dark Prince rose to a living legend. In merchant circles, at least. Unlike the other Merchant Royalty, he was the only merchant of note for his entire Race. Drow, by and large, preferred to murder their way to money instead of investing towards success. It could be argued to be a slightly faster path, but Jeffery always maintained that such gold was easy to come and easy to go. What was a dungeon-running drow supposed to do without the skills to grow a portfolio after accumulating all their money?

Besides, invest it with their friendly neighborhood Master Merchant!

It was something of a bit of pride that his entire race looked to the Wellington name to invest. In backroom discussions, some pathetic wretches claimed he took advantage of the ignorance of his meathead brethren. Such information was a blight upon his honor and was only whispered by lackadaisical weaklings ruined by his genius.

Jeffery took care to steer the hover wagon carefully through the city gates. It wouldn’t do to be distracted by a nice pair of tits or a tight ass. The last time that had happened, he had to pay out of pocket for the left guard tower. He still maintained to this day it had been a tragic accident of magical engineering and not a case of distracted driving.

Curse all priestly lie-detecting prats.

On a better note, he managed to make it to Dark Holdings Inc. without issues. Entering the underground maze that led to his hover wagon station took a bit of maneuvering. After parking the vehicle, he relaxed back in the command chair of his gear room.

He had access to an entirely new drug.

Not just that, but one in which his criminal partner could upscale without issue. Most suppliers would balk at going from one ton to ten in mere months, but he had the strongest feeling it was nothing for the Silver Witch. Her plant ally probably had a way to mass produce the base reagents, and if that silver stuff could do alchemy, it wouldn’t surprise him in the least. There was a shudder as Jeffery realized he was home.

Safe.

Secure.

Shell-shocked.

Best to sort Andrew’s crew out with some bonuses. This was a tougher run than usual. Jeffery thought as he slowly recovered. Watching silver nightmare fuel eat people at the same Tier still hasn’t quite left me, even months later.

A bit of time in the harem, following the directions of his elite manager, would be the start. After that, drinking, because nothing couldn’t be solved with copious amounts of alcohol. At least, according to all his dwarven friends, best to test if they were lying again. Afterward, he would need to sit down and talk shop with his mechanical allies.

Going back into the Wild without hitting Tier Five wasn’t an option anymore. He needed to break through, upgrade, and optimize. Luck had played a large part in the last run, but that wouldn’t last. No, if he wanted to get in on the ground floor of a new Prime Witch, it would require more than a subservient tongue. He would need a viable supply chain for several items that interested his silver goose.

Jeffery rose from his command chair and tapped the commands to offload everything into the Vault. Another few commands ensured his servants were prepared to welcome the guards. He was well known for favoring those in his employ. It was no coincidence that many of the servants that greeted his guards were exceptionally beautiful or handsome. It was a polished tactic to spread tales of his generosity and ensure his household was never short of new blood.

Moving through the wagon at a sedate pace, he allowed the guards to exit the back end, which had become their quarters. Jeffery hadn’t bothered to reclaim the space after meeting the Silver Witch. It was clear any attempt to do such idiocy would have resulted in blatant mutiny. Once the guards had been exposed to the wonders of void toilets and travel baths, there was no turning back.

I’ll be able to reduce the price of my next guard contract by at least thirty, perhaps even forty percent. Jeffery thought gleefully. The female guards will spread tales far and wide. Even the groups with minimal fighting women still value the input of the bed warmers.

A quick check at a nearby control node allowed him to complete the lockdown of the entire wagon. Once everything was ready, Jeffery exited his wagon to be greeted by his second-in-command.

“Greeting, master.” the raven-haired beauty Susan said. Ice blue eyes looked over him like a butcher evaluating a choice slice of meat before she continued, “I have arranged for Sapphire, Topaz, and Emerald to pamper you. Is there anything else you might require before they turn your mind into pink fuckmush, sir?”

Jeffery T. Wellington stared at the perky tits of his harem manager for a long moment. They were more interesting than the subtle horns curving on her head, at least to him. Paying for enchanted skin artwork that doubled duty keeping his stress relief looking trim, fit, and fuckable was certainly one of his best investments. Finally, managing to move his eyes back to Susan’s face, “No. That will be excellent, as usual.”

Susan smirked before pulling a wooden padded chair out of her ring, “Sit down and enjoy the ride then, sir.”

Jeffery sat down in the specialized chair, allowing Susan to work her magic with a soft groan. It had been months since something so sinfully comfortable was available. The hover wagon was designed for safety, speed, and merchandise. Not for luxuries like floating wooden chairs that allowed female devils to massage their master into drooling incoherence. He managed to last twenty seconds under Susan’s expert hands before the drow merchant’s eyes rolled back in his head.

“How much did I pay for you again?” Jeffery managed to get out.

“I believe I was called the best deal short of the one that killed your board of directors off,” Susan said, as her soft, gentle fingers attacked from two locations, scalp, and neck. Jeffery couldn’t manage to keep his mind focused as his efficient minion pushed him towards the start of complete relaxation. At the same time, she managed to keep the chair floating; Susan also effortlessly removed his clothing piece by piece.

The benefits of employing a Thief Grandmaster Class were readily apparent as his body was quickly bare. Only the exquisite ink of his enchanted skin artwork glowed softly upon his body in the slightly warm corridors they moved through. Jeffery felt the ripple of cleaning magic move over his body as Susan applied her expertise further. The chair shifted underneath him, gently rolling his body until he was face down. A quick application of Susan’s wood magic ensured a precision hole open for his face and cock preventing any unpleasantness.

The corridor gave way to a series of closed rooms labeled with the names of various expensive gems. It was one of the most common ways to reference concubines, mistresses, or plain fucktoys. Susan moved past the lengthy array of wooden doors heading for an expansive room at the end. Her hands never stopped their excellent care of Jeffery’s body. Susan managed to wring another groan out of her master when her questing hands gently stroked his feet.

“I’m a puddle. You demoness.” Jeffery babbled, “I’ll never be able to get up.”

“That’s fine, master. I’m sure the girls will be more than happy to motivate you.” Susan said as the floating massage bed slowed to a stop over a large pool of steaming water. Air holes sprouted in the sides of the wooden bed, preventing breathing problems. Jeffery couldn’t even muster resistance as he was lowered face-first into the water.

“Sapphire, Topaz, Emerald, make sure he doesn’t have the energy to bother me for at least a day.” Susan’s cold voice commanded.

“Yes, mistress,” Topaz replied.

“Understood, mistress,” Emerald said.

“As you command, mistress,” Sapphire whispered.

Even though he couldn’t see them, Jeffery could place voices on faces with minimal effort. Emerald was a wood elf with generous tits, a tight pussy, and a wonderful ass. Topaz was a sea elf with the lithe body of a dancer, perfect handhold tits, and a firm ass. Sapphire was a drow elf with the biggest set of tits, a firm, toned body, and a bubble bottom. Each of them was an expert in their particular sexual specialties.

For instance, Topaz controlled the water that began to coat Jeffery’s body in mind-numbing warmth. Emerald was the one who created seats and kept the bed floating easily. Sapphire was the one who mounted the small of his back before using her large tits to begin applying scented oil. Jeffery felt his body come under attack from the neck, shoulders, and feet.

He wanted to struggle and grab a decent handful, but the expert attention from the three members of his harem struck a critical blow. Jeffery’s eyes rolled back in his head as his body completely relaxed under their ministrations. Warm scented oil was massaged into his skin from Sapphire’s expert tit manipulation. Topaz used her water manipulation to turn both his arms into steamed noodles while she worked on his left leg and foot. Emerald gently adjusted the bed better to allow access to his body for all three women. Curves in the wood would ensure that it would be effortless to keep him under their thrall when they turned him over.

“So very tense, master,” Sapphire said as she spent extra attention on his upper body.

“Almost as bad as when he returned from the fuck up at Cragskull,” Topaz said, sneaking an underhanded tendril of water to begin priming his cock for action.

“Master is with us now, so we’ll make everything better,” Emerald said in a sultry voice as she manipulated the wooden bed to grow several protrusions for later.

Sapphire flipped her body, so her pussy sat atop his neck as she continued working his lower back. The sheer level of pleasure as her fantastic flexible tits worked his lower spin and pushed Jeffery over the edge. Orgasming was almost inevitable with such skilled hands working his body. None of the girls were surprised when his body tensed, and he let out an explosive grunt.

Topaz made her watery stroking extend the pleasure Sapphire triggered for a full minute with expert manipulation. Emerald allowed the bed to gently roll him over onto his back after he finished cumming into the water. He focused on the three women leaning over his head for a few moments. Jeffery half-opened his eyes and got an eyeful of each one after a few minutes.

Sapphire’s tits blocked almost half his vision. Topaz and Emerald managed to secure the remaining two quarters. A large smirk, smile, or grin was to be seen on the three gorgeous faces looking at him. Jeffery’s eyes fluttered fully open, soaking in the wonderful sight before him.

“Which one would you like to start with, master?” All three women said in a sweet singsong chorus.

Jeffery struggled to choose, but eventually, his eyes strayed to Sapphire one time too many. Those enormous tits were hypnotic from all the stacked Skills and Spells each member of his harem employed. Bigger most assuredly was better in many cases when referencing certain body parts. Sapphire’s triumphant grin brought eye rolls from the other two women as they slipped back into the water. Emerald rooted the bed while Topaz ensured the water gripped it, leaving a bounciness. Susan referenced it as a water bed, something she had learned from one of the self-proclaimed Hero types that showed up often.

Jeffery was loathed to admit that a water bed had a thrilling bounce. It allowed his thrusts to go deeper as he was fucked, making everyone happier. Sapphire started slow, her eyes relaxed with a hyper-focused look brought on by Skills. The soft scent of an aroused drow female coated his nostrils as she moved slowly down his body. Her tits were tinted erotically in the room’s glowing light bringing attention to the fresh oil coating them. Each girl had her specialty, and Sapphire’s was rather simple.

Tittyfucking.

Jeffery felt the sensation of perfect fleshly pleasure when his erect cock was placed between Sapphire’s two lethal weapons. She squeezed just the right manner to tighten his anticipation before sliding up and down in a rollercoaster of erotic delight. Jeffery’s lower muscles began to tense as his brain lit off in fireworks of ecstasy. It took Sapphire a mere ten minutes to bring him to the edge, and then the true level of a professional sex worker began.

Hard was a simple Skill that almost every female in the sex industry had. It was the most basic of basics, something most men didn’t even notice and women never mentioned. Very few women invested in the higher tiers of the skill, as it could cause painful sensations if not used with expert ability. In Jeffery's opinion, Sapphire had maxed the skill over a decade ago and plied it with unrivaled mastery. She had found a variation branch of Hard that allowed her to manipulate a man’s dick for the perfect tit job.

Expert use allowed Sapphire to extend the pleasure for hours.

It was one of the most easily abused tricks the drow harem member used. Jeffery was utterly certain if there were not two other women watching with hawk eyes, Sapphire would convince him to grant her a few extra privileges given enough time. He had no doubt that was why Susan ensured she couldn’t work alone on him. The manager of his harem was many things, but being unable to hold her position was not one of them.

Being held on the edge of cumming made the moment Sapphire finally allowed him release cause a deific moment of bliss that lasted for several minutes. Jeffery’s eyes were rolled semi-permanently back in his head as his body focused completely on the mind-melting sensation of orgasm.

Sapphire didn’t forget to lean over and say, “You know you can always visit me alone whenever you wish, master.” After throwing that tempting bait out, the drow woman slipped quietly into the water, leaving Jeffery on the bed, breathing heavily to catch his breath.

“Thank you for your hard work, Sapphire.” Jeffery said finally, after he recovered, “You may depart.”

Sapphire sent a gloating look at the other two women before she slipped out of the pool and sauntered out of the room. Her every movement, from long dripping wet silver hair to rolling hips, displayed victory while drawing Jeffery’s eyes tauntingly to her tight ass. It was a clear lure that infuriated the two remaining women, making them try even harder to top Sapphire’s performance.

There was a quiet discussion between the remaining women before Emerald moved to him. The wood elf pushed herself up on the bed before gently draping her emerald green locks around him as she gave Jeffery a deep, invigorating kiss. Life affinity was often overlooked, designated the realm of healers almost exclusively. Emerald enjoyed playing into that stereotype as she flushed his body with warmth driving the exhaustion of the last few hours away.

“I’ve developed a new trick just for you, master,” Emerald whispered. Jeffery felt her pussy slip around him as roots gently bound him in place. The wood elf started slow, riding him with casual grace. His eyes were drawn to her chest as her tits bounced in a rhythm that enchanted the eyes. Jeffery almost didn’t notice the pulses of pleasure raced up his nerves in time with her bouncing body. Slowly, life affinity mana started to bring a deeper connection with his nerve endings turning normal pleasure into something else. Jeffery couldn’t find the voice to speak up as his eyes glazed over from the synchronization of bouncing tits, pussy, and nerve endings. The combination of factors caused his face to grow slack as his mind spiraled into a pink abyss that gently fucked his brains out. Emerald's smile grew wide as she used her experience in the Skill Galvanize to work him over.

Riding.

It was a normal method of sex that most long-lived didn’t look at twice. Emerald had elevated the staid regular art to a divine skill. Combined with her electrical control through Galvanize, she completely revolutionized Jeffery’s worldview. It didn’t hurt that the wood elf had precise control of her muscles, tightening and releasing his cock with inhumane expertise. Time passed in a pink haze until Emerald finally allowed Jeffery to thrust one final time before exploding. Ropes of semen went deep into the wood elf, and her eyes fluttered as he pushed her into simultaneous orgasm. Jeffery theorized that Galvanize must have slight feedback that slowly built in Emerald’s body as he slowly recovered after several minutes. It would be almost impossible to maintain perfect control while being pleasured.

“V-Very g-good, Emmy,” Jeffery said, bestowing a pet name on the wood elf. It was one of the highest forms of praise he gave. Emerald gave him one final kiss to perk him up fully for Topaz. Before she slid off him, the wood elf whispered, “Soon, I’ll be able to keep you going for days, master.”

Jeffery managed to prevent his body from responding to the obvious bait as he said, “Excellent. You can go, Emmy. Please keep practicing.”

Emerald nodded as she pushed herself up and out of the pool. Her long green hair pointed straight to her fine ass as she sauntered to the exit. Clearly, she knew body language well enough to make the same offer Sapphire did with her movement alone.

As soon as the door closed, Topaz glided over from the side. Water gently rose and snapped the wooden bindings Emerald had left behind. More water flowed and effortlessly lifted Jeffery depositing his body into the steaming pool. He didn’t worry about drowning, as Topaz’s mere presence provided Water Breathing by default.

“All alone. Are you sure that’s safe, master?” Topaz said, with a glint in her deep blue eyes. “The last time we were all alone made mistress so angry.”

Jeffery’s mind flashed back to the last time the sea elf had managed to wring all sorts of privileges out of him. It had been a memorable few days that Topaz used to great effect.

“Susan won’t leave me unattended long enough for you to do anything as drastic as that,” Jeffery said as Emerald's invigorating kiss took full effect.

“Oh, but I’ve been practicing just like the other two, master,” Topaz said, delighting in Jeffery’s alarmed expression.

Jeffery opened his mouth, but before a command could be said, water rushed in, sealing his voice completely. Topaz slipped behind him; several thick tendrils of water bound his body to float underwater. As the sea elf rubbed her tits against his back while stroking his cock with her hands, she said, “I only have a few hours, but I’m sure I can scramble your brains just like last time, master.”

Jeffery felt countless phantom hands begin to stroke his sanity away as Topaz started to work her magic. Her specialty was massage, and she had combined the simple Phantom Hand Spell with her innate Racial Water Manipulation. It was a devastating combination that kept a male completely relaxed. Her specialty was a very effective method of pleasure using her mouth.

Blowjob.

A sea elf’s ability to control their breathing was considered the zenith of control in terms of internal air usage. Topaz took that insane level of ability and used it to drain Jeffery dry repeatedly. Unlike the other two girls, she didn’t focus on extending pleasure. Instead, Topaz ensured that orgasms blended one after the other in a chain that rapidly brainwashed her target into submission.

One intense orgasm versus one hundred.

A single critical blow versus a hundred soft kills.

Sapphire and Emerald had both given their best, and it was good.

Topaz was sublime.

If he hadn’t been granted a reprieve by Susan walking into the room several hours later, Jeffery was all but certain Topaz’s tongue would have made him concede anything she wanted. He didn’t manage to remember the conversation between the two women, but it seemed to go on for a timeless moment. Jeffery felt his body dragged out of the pool and laid to recover on the side. As he slowly regained awareness, the soft chucking sound combined with Susan’s taunting voice came to him.

Jeffery heard Topaz give a desperate cry halfway between submission and bliss before Susan spoke into the ensuing silence, “You will visit me every night for training over the next month, my little blue toy, right?”

Topaz said something Jeffery didn’t catch before Susan said, “Good, you may go.”

Jeffery heard the door open before he felt Susan finally approach him. The soft sound of clothing was removed before he felt his body lifted and placed back in the pool’s wooden bed. The bed shifted and flowed around him into a configuration that made little sense until Susan sat down on his face.

The arousing sent of a half-succubus woke his cock up with a vengeance. Susan felt little threat from the other members of his harem because she was descended from a Race built to fuck. While the elves in his harem all had specialties, Susan’s entire body was an unbeatable advantage. Only the soul contract between them prevented her from sucking him completely dry. Jeffery had often wondered why his second-in-command was willing to be subservient.

“Because I get to fuck your brains out whenever I want. You pay me ridiculous amounts of money to negotiate. Lastly, you have a soul blacker than mine.” was Susan’s response under truth serum.

Susan started to get serious moments later, and Jeffery T. Wellington completely lost track of the time.

Waking up after being fucked by a demon specialized in pleasure took heroic effort. Jeffery was aided by the scent of a delicious breakfast held just out of reach by a sadistic torturer in a seductive business suit.

“Bitch, hand over that breakfast before I send you back,” Jeffery said, cracking one eye open on his massive four-poster bed. His memory had a gap between the pool and the bed he was in, but that was normal after a session with Susan.

At least he still had pants nearby this time.

Nothing shows her demonic nature like taunting her exhausted drow master with food just out of reach. Jeffery said, his eyes relentlessly tracking the plate as it swayed left and right. I’ll remember this when I’m Tier Five, dammit!

“What are the magic words?” Susan said, inching the plate closer.

Jeffery held out for all three seconds before saying, “Susan is the greatest fucking piece of tight, wet, mind melting pleasure in the entire City of Gold.”

Pride was for losers. Breakfast was for champions!

“Good boy!” Susan said, delivering breakfast to Jeffery along with a fork and knife before sitting on the side of his bed. “So, care to explain the strange blue powder that sent three of your girls into the clouds before I realized the problem?”

Jeffery looked blankly at her before saying, “Woman, you cannot fuck a man’s mind until he has trouble remembering his name and expect details like that to stay intact!”

“Right, so, who’s the new drug dealer? That shit is heavy, it made me go straight upstairs, and we both know that takes power.” Susan said as if she hadn’t just taken a highly addictive drug in the recent past.

Demonic immunities are so bullshit. Worse than dragons! Jeffery thought as he took vengeance upon his bacon, eggs, and gravy biscuits. I have to couch this, so I don’t die.

“Can’t say, contract. Very extensive contract. Very paranoid supplier.” Jeffery said.

“So, what do you plan to do with the profits?” Susan asked. If anyone could tell a drug would be profitable, it was a demon.

“One word. Airship. Ok, two words. Airship and Tier Five.” Jeffery said.

“Honey, are you sure?” Susan said slowly.

“This is the opposite of Cragskull,” Jeffery said, his body tense. Either the contract would let that pass, or he was about to die.

Susan watched him for a long moment before she said, “Do not try to pass me a message again. Are we clear, master?”

“Crystal,” Jeffery said, returning to eating his food.

“I checked our network, and there was only one place that your guards couldn’t tell any of my sources about,” Susan said, her eyes tensing up.

“You know how it is in the Wilderness. Entire tribes rise and then fall. It happens.” Jeffery said before continuing, “By the way, we need to tap into the Vault.

Susan’s eyebrows rose in shock, “How deep?”

“Firesale,” Jeffery said, reaching for the second plate of food that appeared just out of reach to the left on his bed.

“That good?” Susan said, amused.

“I will be King, or rich enough to have the other Royals murdered untraceable, so the same thing,” Jeffery said as his fork and knife flashed over the second helping of food.

Susan had an expression of shock that delighted Jeffery to no end.

Surprising demonic women is tough. Jeffery thought. But I can do it.