Witches' Thralls - Book 1: The Girl From Another World

Chapter 2

Content Warning:

This story contains sexually explicit material intended for an adult audience, as well as potentially triggering content involving emotional & sexual abuse and religious cults. Reader discretion is advised.

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A straightforward difference between the cultures of Karna and Terra was that the former was a much less conservative place. Lyselle had gotten somewhat used to the behavior of the beings that surrounded her in her new home - the excess skin, the open advances, the public displays and blatant sexuality - but only due to how much of her time she spent with her head down in a book. It was easy enough to seem accustomed to something when you were so focused on ignoring it... even the cultural shock of regularly passing by naked bodies pressed against walls when you yourself were used to being scolded if your skirt was shorter than your knees. As long as she kept to her studies, Lys could block out most of the jiggling and moaning with relative ease.

Today was different, however. Today, Lyselle was in a shockingly casual conversation with Talia Rosenblum - the first friendly conversation with a fellow candidate that she'd had in quite some time. Instead of being fixated on a page, her attention was on the cheerful prattling of her half-elf peer. Her ears were as engaged as any other sense as Talia recounted her favorite moments from the day's presentations.

Consequently, it was the noise that caught Lyselle's attention first; the jingling of jewelry clattering amidst a horrendous sort of wet, gagging choke that rhythmically rose over the pair's pleasant chatter. Second came the widening of Talia's eyes as she looked past Lys with a wry grin sliding across her face.

Third was Lyselle's poor decision of following Talia's gaze, turning and facing the famed open sexuality of Karnan demons head-on. She froze in her steps, entirely unprepared for the scene unfolding mere inches from her.

Auna sat kneeled against the wall outside the class door, head bobbing against the groin of a very pleased and scruffy satyr boy that was hunched over her. The demoness's already scant clothing had been pulled down to reveal her breasts, her partner gleefully leering down at the exposed porcelain skin while gripping at the long, decorated horns that grew from the back of his partner's head. Lyselle couldn't help but stare at the display as saliva trailed down the Adorned's face and dripped onto her chest, the demon's spit glistening in the light alongside the patterns of gold that embellished her kind's flesh. Her bust was accentuated by trails of hair swaying over her shoulders like a golden road, inviting Lys's eyes to follow their path down the demoness's voluptuous body.

The Terran's breath caught in her throat, a strong blush taking over her face, until her trance was broken by a loud snort from Talia.

"Damn, Auna," the half-elf heckled. "Couldn't even make it five feet, huh?"

The Adorned's head tilted back, the dark, meaty shaft she'd been pleasuring springing up out of her mouth with an audible pop. She stroked it with her hand and seemed to appraise it, her amber eyes fixed on their pleasurable prize. "Can you blame me, half-blood? Look at this meal."

Auna ran her finger up the boy's cock, parting the drool that clung to it as she bit her lip. She turned at the pair standing over her, eyes lazily trailing from Talia over to Lyselle before giving a mocking chuckle. "What's wrong, Alwin? You look like you've never seen goat dick before."

Lyselle grew even more flustered at the acknowledgement of her staring. "A-ah, w-well, I, uh," she stammered, eyes darting between meeting Auna's gaze and the twitching member in front of her.

The demoness rolled her eyes. "You must not look around much. These boys don't put much effort into hiding their 'toys.'" She leaned over to one side, peering across the hall from behind her partner with a wry grin. "Case in point."