Grey didn’t expect his first peacekeeping assignment to come so soon. He also didn't expect to get the messenger so soon. They knew where he lived! That meant he indeed needed to change his lair. At least to the one which is better fortified and has an escape route.

He summarised, that the assignment was only a test to see if he was of any use to the human nobles. And he will play their games for now. The request was simple, to collect the money from a certain establishment. They said it is a tax, but it felt more like extortion. The better part of it was that Grey will get a cut for his trouble; so yes - extortion.

However, the nature of the said establishment was quite dubious. The business was housed in a place known as a House of Pleasure, Grey wondered what sort of goods were they selling.

To waste no time he left his place early, he didn’t know the exact location but he could always ask for directions. The odd thing was the looks people gave him when he asked for the place, but in no time at all, he was able to find the place.

Surprisingly the house was not a house but a whole mansion and it stood out like a sore thumb here in the middle of the slums. Also, it was painted in hot pink, how bizarre!

He went in through the doors which were invitingly left open even at the early hour. And at that right moment, he was assaulted by an overwhelming mixture of strong smells. Why he couldn’t smell the sweet waft when he was outside was a mystery.

It reeked of burning incense, oily perfumes and a very distinct smell a female in heat would produce. The latter was overwhelmingly strong. Worst of all, the air was heavy with magic.

“A house of mages!” He concluded.

It all made sense, the bunch were known to be rich and live extravagant lives. But why the slums? Yet still, indeed, this was an establishment for business. There was a vacant reception desk surrounded by couches to sit on while one waited.

Maybe Grey was a tad bit too early. He was wary of the mages and to intrude would be unwise so he sat down on one of the expensive-looking seats. The furniture distorted under his weight making a squeak, but it held; it was a well-crafted item.

Someone peeked out from under a curtain behind the reception desk. Grey looked at the figure. She had two big curved horns on her head and her skin was the shade of fire-hot red. She was a type of a beastkin, perhaps. Grey looked at the receptionist confused. The confusion was from that she was definitely a mage, and as far as he knew beastkin people were incapable of conventional magic.

“Oh, an early customer. Welcome!”

Grey approached the curious creature to get a better look. She was well endowed and slim, a slick tail was attached to her plump bottom. She wore little clothing, and the few pieces she did were skin-tight. The woman radiated all that is to do with femininity but Grey saw past that. She wasn’t all just show, she had strong thigh muscles capable of a powerful kick and the nails, even if manicured and painted, were disguised razor-sharp claws. All that and the threat of her being able to cast real magic.

But even then, she was so much smaller than Grey. He wondered if he just should swallow her up and make a runner. No one would even notice!

“Like what you see?” She twisted her butt letting out a giggle, “Too bad I am not on a menu.”

“What’s on the menu?” Grey got the bit she was joking, but he still didn’t know what were they selling.

“Mmm…” She purred. “Since you’re early all of our girls are free. Do you have any specific requests?”

Did they sell some kind of service?

“Ah, since you are new let me put you on a show. I guarantee you’ll find someone you fancy.” She blinked her right eye and then opened another set of curtains leading to a more spacious room.

Grey followed slightly nervous. He didn’t like the look that woman was giving him; the look of the predator. It almost felt like being led into a trap. He looked back just in case, bad comes to worst he will be able to make a runner.

The receptionist clapped with a shout. “Girls!”

And then they came. Women of various heights and shapes. All of the same race as the receptionist and all mages. Grey unconsciously gulped his saliva. There were a whole twelve of them, displaying their delicious bodies and looking beggingly at him. They radiated a deceptive aura of defenceless.

“Take your pick.” She smiled at him.

“What exactly do they do?”

“For good coin, everything you want.” She tapped his money pouch by his thigh making the coins clang.

“Everything?”

“Everything. Beat them, degrade them, be as rough as you want… Or they can do that to you if that’s what you like.”

Grey looked stunned. Why would mages degrade themselves so just for money? He didn’t believe it for one bit! They were luring him into some sort of deception.

“Actually, I am here to collect a tax.” He defaulted back to business.

“A what?” This time the woman put the confused look not too dissimilar Grey had a moment ago.

Grey pulled out a paper writ he was given.

“Fuck me! This is for real, eh?” She turned the paper around inspecting it before reading.

“The bastards are looking for an excuse to shut us down.” There was clear anonymity in her voice. “Not that we can afford to give them one. But it says that the sum is to be negotiated.” She raised an eyebrow.

It was written that The City wanted ten per cent plus whatever Grey managed to extort for himself.

“Who will be enforcing this?” She pushed the paper back to Grey.

“That would be me, I guess…” He just realised he was put against a whole house of mages.

The nobles had played him like a fiddle.

“I see.” Unexpectedly the demeanour of the receptionist shifted from hostile to the former pleasant one. “Well, since you are here why don’t you sample a few of our girls? Free of charge, of course.”

They did look delicious, but he couldn’t eat them, could he?

“No need to be shy, just have a taste. A little poke while I sort the books and the money out. We will pay our dues. They're all good girls, take one or two. Fuck, you can take all twelve if you like.” She laughed and patted him on the back.

“I don’t know.” Grey brushed off the drool off his chin.

She told him he can taste them. Maybe, it was okay if he only did that.

“Take him.” She wasn’t negotiating.

Mage women walked slowly towards him. Their eyes were hungry and filled with desire. The urge to run nagged at the back of his skull. But what sort of a man would he be if he was to lose like this? Well, he couldn’t stand a chance against twelve mages. But he didn’t need to fight either.

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“You!” He pointed at the random girl. “Just you.”

The others looked bashfully at the one he had picked but it didn’t last and they promptly left for where they came from. The woman he picked, wrapped her hand around his waist, or tried to as he was too tall, and spoke “Let’s go to play.”

He was led to a small room full of puffy cushions and smelling of incense. She made herself comfortable on the cushioned floor and patted the space for Grey to join.

“You're a mage. Why do this sort of stuff.” The puzzle still bugged Grey.

“Oh, so you are aware…” She sounded guilty for a second. “Makes sense that you know, they have sent YOU after all. And aren't you a bit immune to our charms?”

Were they trying to charm him? Grey tough about it. Well, they did look unusually tasty, and he was not his usual self, maybe that was it.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He pressed further.

“Do you really need to know?” She massaged his muscular arm with her hands and pressed her voluptuous chest on his body.

“Yes.”

“It’s because I have to.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Oh, yes I do.” She put her leg over him.

“Why? Explain.” He was curious, She didn’t make sense, her behaviour didn’t make sense.

The woman sighed. “You must already know.”

Grey gave her an annoyed look and pushed her away. She was getting dangerously close, it was hard to hold his instincts.

“Okay, okay. I admit we need to feed on men so that we can live, but…”

“You feed on humans!?” Grey exclaimed out of surprise at the shared trait.

“Only on their energy. And look, we don’t take too much and we harm no one so what’s the problem?”

Grey didn’t have a problem with that, after all, he was no different.

“I think you should see for yourself. You know ­- have a go. There is really no harm.”

“You do it through magic? Drain the men?”

“Well, yes. But it does feel good!” She purred the last word seductively.

Grey was interested, “Okay cast the spell.”

She looked at him dumbfounded. “This is not how it works, haha.”

“So how does this work?”

“You can't be serious… you know. Don’t play with me.” She unstrapped her tight bra exposing her breasts, they jiggled in happiness to be finally free.

Grey looked at delicious jelly-filled lumps.

“We can do it as many times as you want. I’ll hold back but you don’t need to!” She leaned in closer.

She smelled heavenly and Grey had almost ripped her throat here and now. He grabbed her, his teeth only an inch away from her neck.

“Wow!” She reacted in surprise. “Yes please, go hard! Mmm… I’m hard to break.” she meowed at him.

Grey grabbed her breasts and fondled them violently. They were soft and squishy and very appetising. His tongue finally tasted the strawberry-coloured skin. She was as sweet as a fruit.

“Mmm.” The horned woman moaned in pleasure.

He wondered if her magic had already begun. He could feel this fog squeezing at his reasoning, telling him to play with her. And he did just so. Big hands ran through her doll-like figure, caressing her shapes. The tongue licking and probing her soft body.

“Yes, yes, yes… More.” She slid her panties off and then parted her legs exposing a wet hole twitching in anticipation.

Grey was taken aback for a moment, he had never had his meal this way. He licked at her juices. A sweet-sour sensation tingled his tongue. It was interesting. He could feel magic mixed into that viscous honey-like substance.

“Put it inside. I want it in.”

Grey plunged his tongue into the dripping hole. The lips parted with no resistance. His tongue wriggled like a snake scraping at her inner walls. There was definitely magic at work, his tongue tingled at the sensation. But unlike the blood, his body failed to convert it to mana. Yet still, he felt the urge, the need, to probe deeper to seek the sweet nectar. This was a find of a century, this horned race of females tasted just divine.

“Ahh…” she moaned in a sultry voice. Her body twitched and she shut her tights clamping on Grey’s head. “No… Not like this… I want your dick.” She spoke between the spasms pushing Grey’s head away.

Grey smacked his lips concentrating on the lingering sensation of sour sweetness in his mouth. “My what?” He voiced out tilting his head.

“Your dick! Where is that monster?” She patted at Grey’s groin with her foot playfully. “Make it come out already!”

Indeed, it was hidden in a special body pocket.

“Do you need it for your magic to work?”

“Yes! I need it inside. Now!”

She seemed awfully demanding. Grey would never do such a thing to his meal, it was gross in a way. But he wasn’t going to eat her, after all. The fold hiding his manhood parted and it slowly emerged into the light. She looked at the process in anticipation, the look on her face betrayed just how much she was horny. His manhood came out pulsing and twitching, every time getting bigger and bigger.

“Amazing, it's bigger than I thought!” She exclaimed pulling both of her legs towards her chest and exposing her own throbbing hole.

Grey hesitated for a moment. This was not a thing he had done before, not ever, but a tiny voice inside his head urged him to have a go.

“Come on big boy, no need to worry. This won't break me.”

Indeed, their body sizes were in stark contrast. And if she was a human there was no way she could take it in. But she wasn’t exactly human or even beastkin, her aura was entirely different.

Grey positioned the tip of his penis at her dripping-wet entrance. It felt warm and slick. He pushed it in, and surprisingly it slid in quite pleasantly.

“Ohhh…” she purred in bliss.

Her pussy lips parted more and more at the increasing girth of his rod. Halfway in and it looked like she will rip open, a huge bulge was visible on her lower stomach. It was tight, very tight, but she was surprisingly accommodating.

“More! Stretch me more!” She demanded.

Grey pushed in further until he seemingly reached her limit. But what now? He kept at it he will surely split her in two.

“Fuck… Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She exclaimed between hot breaths looking at her lower body and a massive bulge. Her face betrayed wonderment and surprise.

Grey wondered too about to why she was not in pain. He loved the flavour of agony then he ate his meals. This was, of course, a totally different experience from his casual meal, but even then his nature commanded him to hurt her. So, he leaned forwards to grab her by the horns and pressed his hot erection to stir her insides with a pumping motion.

“Ah! Ah! Ah.” Her face contorted in response to the assault. Her whole body was twitching intense spasms. Ever her legs she was clawing to were shaking wildly.

“Yes!” Grey smiled at her reaction.

He pumped her pussy harder. Hot juiced leaked out of it, there was so much of it, that the pillow below her ass became drenched wet.

The sensation Grey was feeling, was oddly satisfying. This wasn’t anything he had felt before, there was simply no comparison. It just felt good. Her insides squeezed at his dick, massaging it. He could feel magic seeping through his tender flesh. It even reached his mind. The fog clouding his judgement only increased. Grey found himself feeling like a wild animal, hyperfocused on a single thing – fucking that pussy with wild abandon.

Then, he could feel mana leaving his body. The precious energy stored at his core was draining in pulsating waves. It came in waves of pleasure and was impossible to resist. This was better than hunting or eating, this was the best. At the climax of it he could hold no longer and released his load into her body. With it, the last of his mana drained and he could feel it coursing through her body and collecting into a sphere, just like the one he had – a core.

Grey gasped both out of pleasure and unlikely revelation: only monsters had cores… yet she had one too.

He pulled his thing out of her, revealing a cavernously stretched-out hole. His blue spunk leaked out of it in copious amounts. He blinked twice with all four of his eyes. The mind fog cleared at that moment.

The woman stopped twitching and looked at the results of his relentless pounding in amazement.

“Why is it blue? And what is this funny feeling.” She tensed up her lower muscles squeezing the creamy filling out.

A thing resembling a tadpole but the size of a pebble leaked out of her entrance still wriggling and trying to swim back inside. She gasped in surprise and looked at Grey questioningly again.

The tadpole was his seed. Usually, it would be lifeless unless infused with magic; which Grey did unwillingly, or maybe, the woman beneath him was to blame.

However, he had questions of his own. “You have a core? Are you a monster?”

“Eh?” She grabbed the tadpole between her fingers and brought it closer to her face to inspect. “Now, now. Don’t be rude, we both know I am not a monster.”

“But… the core? So what are you?”

She played with the wriggling thing in her palm curiously.

“A succubus isn’t that obvious?”

Grey never heard of them. Does this mean that she indeed isn’t a form of beastkin? Is she similar to him? There were yet even more questions.

“What is this?” She prodded at the wriggling tadpole.

Grey felt slightly embarrassed about it. “This is how I reproduce.” He stated the obvious.

“I see…” She put it in her mouth and swallowed being way too casual about it all.

Grey winced at the sight. But the loss of the tadpole was not the most disturbing thing; that thing would die on its own anyway.

“You drained me empty.” He said it accusingly.

“Ah! I lost control, it just felt too good.” She purred in her naughty voice again, “I am sorry.”

She didn't sound so.

“I demand it back!”

“Why? Didn't it feel good? To be drained by my hungry honey pot?”

“It did” He unwillingly admitted, “But…”

“And weren’t you interested in how our drain magic works? Now you know.” She smiled at him adding. “And as you see there is no harm, you are perfectly fine.”

But he wasn't. His core was drained with no mana left. Grey wondered if he ate her here and now, will he get it back? But the idea of eating her at this point disgusted him, so he fixed his clothes and frowned at her response.

“Is it possible to learn that magic of yours?” He wondered if he could reverse it that way.

“It’s race-specific so I don’t think so.”

Grey frowned even more, with no curiosity left and mind fog already gone there was just one thing to do­ – he stood up to leave.

“Where are you going? Let’s stay and cuddle my sweet-sweet prince?” She jiggled her breasts at him.

“No!” Grey growled cautiously that she will trick him again or cast another weird mind spell.

He went out to look for that receptionist. After, all he came here with business.