{Isabella}
Isabella and Kimiko sat across from Rosalin Blackwood, one of the nobles Isabella had "danced" for. Back then, she’d been quiet and bashful, now she was shrewd and calculating.
The negotiations had been going on for hours, and Isabella was starting to feel the strain.
[Fuck, who knew selling a revolutionary magical item could be so fucking tedious?] she thought, suppressing a yawn.
Kimiko, on the other hand, seemed to be in her element, to the point where the conversation had mostly become between her and Rosalin.
"So," Rosalin said, leaning back in her plush chair, "we’ve agreed on the initial production run and profit sharing. But I still have concerns about market penetration."
Isabella perked up at that, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
"Oh, I’m all about penetration."
Kimiko shot her a warning look, but Isabella could her holding back a smile.
Rosalin cleared her throat, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. No doubt some of the night’s memories were flashing before her eyes.
"Yes, well," she continued, regaining her composure, "I was thinking perhaps you could help promote the wand, Isabella. Drive up sales, as it were."
Isabella’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"How?"
Rosalin’s lips curled into a small smile.
"Well, you certainly made quite an impression at the gala with your... performance. I’m sure more public demonstrations of the wand’s capabilities would generate significant interest."
[Ah, right,] Isabella thought, her mind already racing with possibilities. [I mean, I meant to do that anyway. But, I guess I should sort of speed things along, in that sense.]
"We’ll consider it," Kimiko interjected smoothly, standing to shake Rosalin’s hand. "Thank you for your time, Lady Blackwood. We’ll be in touch with the final details."
---
As they left Rosalin’s opulent office, Isabella stretched, her fluffy tail curling in satisfaction.
"Well, that was fun," she said, grinning at her mother. "Think we got a good deal?"
Kimiko nodded, a proud smile playing on her lips.
"Better than good, darling. Lady Blackwood drives a hard bargain, but I think we came out on top."
They stepped out into the bustling streets of Syux, the afternoon sun warm on their fur.
"So," Kimiko said, her voice low, "what do you think about her suggestion?"
Isabella’s grin widened, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Oh, I’m all for it," she said. "But I’m gonna need some help to really make it pop, you know?"
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"Actually," she mused, "I think I know just the people to ask."
Kimiko raised an eyebrow, curiosity evident in her expression.
"Oh? Do tell."
Isabella’s tail swished mischievously.
"Well, Mel, obviously," she said. "With her new status as the king’s savior, having her endorse the wand would be huge."
Kimiko nodded in agreement.
"A wise choice," she said. "And the other?"
Isabella’s grin turned downright wicked, a plan already forming in her mind.
"The other..." she said, her voice trailing off as she imagined the possibilities.
[Hm. I guess she could help. Maybe.]
---
The next day, Isabella shifted in Melisa’s lap, trying to find a comfortable position that wouldn’t block her view of the chalkboard. Not that she was particularly interested in the day’s lesson, but she figured she should at least pretend to pay attention.
[Okay how much longer is this class?] she thought, stifling a yawn. [I have stuff to talk to Mel about!]
As she fidgeted, she suddenly realized something was off.
Melisa’s usual intoxicating scent, the one that could drive Isabella wild with just a whiff, was barely noticeable this morning.
[Huh, that’s weird,] Isabella mused, glancing back at her friend. [Her pheromones are usually way stronger than this. Wonder what’s up with that?]
But it wasn’t just the lack of pheromones that caught Isabella’s attention. Melisa herself looked... off. Her normally bright crimson eyes were slightly glazed, and she seemed to be staring at a point somewhere beyond the professor’s head.
[She looks totally out of it,] Isabella thought. [Is she coming down with something?]
She was about to ask Melisa if she was feeling okay when the bell finally rang, signaling the end of class. Isabella hopped off Melisa’s lap, stretching languidly.
"Finally," she groaned, her tail swishing in relief. "Thought that class would never end."
She turned to her backpack, rummaging through it for the two wands she’d brought. One was for Melisa, of course. The other...
[Can’t wait to see Mel’s face when she tries this out,] Isabella thought, grinning to herself.
But as she turned back around, wands in hand, she found the seat behind her empty. Melisa was gone.
[What the fuck?] Isabella blinked in surprise. [Where’d she go?]
Frowning, Isabella headed for the door, her eyes scanning the crowded hallway for any sign of her purple-skinned friend. Just as she was about to give up, she caught a glimpse of golden scales disappearing into a bathroom, followed by a flash of midnight black hair.
Her curiosity piqued, Isabella followed, pushing open the bathroom door as quietly as she could. The sight that greeted her made her jaw drop.
"..." She pulled back.
Melisa was bent over the sink, her skirt hiked up around her waist, while Armia stood behind her, her massive darian cock buried deep in Melisa’s pussy.
The nim’s face was flushed with pleasure, her eyes closed in ecstasy as Armia pounded into her.
[Wait, I literally saw them come in...] Isabella blinked. [They got started in record time.]
For a moment, Isabella felt a pang of jealousy. But as she watched, she had to admit...
It was not a bad sight.
Armia’s muscles rippled with each thrust. Her sleeves were rolled up so Isabella could see the way her golden scales gleamed under the Spirit Crystal’s light.
Melisa’s moans were muffled by her own hand, clearly trying to keep quiet despite the pleasure coursing through her.
[Fuck, that’s hot,] Isabella thought, feeling her own cock hardening at the sight.
Just as she was about to make her presence known, Melisa’s eyes fluttered open, catching Isabella’s reflection in the mirror. Instead of looking embarrassed or surprised, Melisa’s lips curled into a wicked grin.
"Izzy," she panted, her voice thick with lust. "Come here."
"..."
[Well,] Isabella swallowed. [Far be it from me to decline my lover’s request...]
Isabella’s legs moved on their own.
She stepped forward, her own skirt tenting with her growing erection.
Armia glanced over her shoulder, her eyes widening slightly at Isabella’s presence, but she didn’t stop her relentless thrusting.
"What’s the matter, Izzy?" Melisa teased, her words punctuated by little gasps of pleasure. "Feeling left out?"
Without waiting for an answer, Melisa reached out, freeing Isabella’s cock from its confines. Before Isabella could react, Melisa pulled her closer.
In an instant, Melisa had taken her length into her mouth, sucking hard.
"Fuck!" Isabella gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.
The sensation of Melisa’s hot mouth so suddenly wrapped around her was almost too much to bear. Isabella’s tail thrashed behind her, her hands coming to tangle in Melisa’s hair.
Armia’s pace quickened, her massive hands gripping Melisa’s hips hard enough to bruise. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the bathroom tiles, mingling with their muffled moans and gasps.
Now, up close, Isabella could see...
[... Good gods, this darian’s cock is a bit too big, if you ask me.]
Still, Isabella was absolutely entranced by the sight of watching it slip in and out of Melisa’s purple ass.
Mostly because of Melisa, but undeniably in part because of that sight, Isabella could feel the familiar heat building in her lower belly, the tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter. Melisa’s tongue swirled around her cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder.
"Shit, Mel," Isabella panted, her voice strained. "I’m close!"
"Already?" Melisa asked with a grin before going back down on her.
Melisa hummed around her cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through Isabella’s body. She looked up at Isabella through her lashes, her crimson eyes dark with lust and challenge.
That was all it took.
With a strangled cry, Isabella came, her cock pulsing as she flooded Melisa’s mouth with hot cum. Melisa swallowed eagerly, milking Isabella’s cock for every drop.
[Ohhhhhh gods... oh fuck.]
The sight of Melisa swallowing Isabella’s load seemed to push Armia over the edge. With a low, guttural groan, she slammed into Melisa one final time, her body shuddering as she came deep inside the nim’s pussy.
For a long moment, they stayed like that, panting and trembling in the aftermath. Finally, Armia slowly pulled out, her softening cock slipping free with a wet sound that made Isabella’s spent member twitch with renewed interest.
Melisa straightened up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and grinning at them both.
"Well," she said, her voice slightly hoarse, "that’s one way to end the school day."
Isabella couldn’t disagree. And, neither could Armia, judging by the look on her face.
They stared at one another, almost asking which one was going to walk out first.
Melisa had something else in mind.
"Come on," she ground against Armia’s half-limp dick, reaching over and squeezing Isabella’s balls. "Don’t tell me that’s all you two have got."
Armia swallowed.
And, paying Isabella no mind, Armia slipped her cock back inside Melisa.
[...] Isabella took a deep breath as she started watching again. [I suppose this isn’t that bad.]
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{Melisa}
Melisa stepped out of the bathroom, feeling like a fog had lifted from her mind.
The entire previous class, she’d been laser-focused on trying to control her pheromones.
So far, all she’d managed to do was either increase or decrease her overall radius. However, knowing that she’d soon be spending time with one of the most important people in Syux for an extended period, Melisa wanted to try something.
She wanted to try "aiming" her pheromones at a specific person.
Thus, she’d spent the entire last course attempting to direct them specifically at Armia, purely for the sake of scientific inquiry, of course. If she was going to be interacting with the court sorceress soon, she wanted to have some trick up her sleeve for the occasion.
It seemed to have worked, though she could still see eyes moving all over her body as she and Armia walked past the other students.
[Well, that was... interesting,] Melisa thought, a small smirk playing on her lips. [My pheromones do feel more tangible nowadays... I wonder why.]
She glanced back at Armia, who was still looking a bit dazed. Isabella trailed behind them, an uncharacteristically thoughtful expression on her face.
[Huh, wonder what’s got her so quiet,] Melisa mused.
As if on cue, Isabella cleared her throat, drawing both their attention. She reached into her bag and pulled out two wands, holding them up with a flourish.
"Ladies," she announced, her usual mischievous grin returning, "I come bearing gifts. Meant to give this to you both earlier, but we got... distracted."
Melisa’s eyes lit up with curiosity.
"Ooh, what is it?"
"Wands," Isabella stated. "One for you, Mel," she said, handing over a sleek, purple-tinted wand, "and one for you, Armia," she added, offering a golden one to Armia.
Melisa turned the wand over in her hands, admiring the craftsmanship.
"This is amazing, Izzy. But what’s the catch? Is this for free?"
"It is," Isabella’s grin widened. "See, I’ve got a plan. I want you two to integrate these wands into your day-to-day routines. Use them for everything – classes, practice, any sudden presentations you have to do, whatever. The more people see them in action, the better."
[Aaahhhh, I see.]
Melisa nodded, understanding dawning.
"You want us to promote them."
"Indeed," Isabella nodded sagely.
"And since I’m ’the King’s savior’... I get it," Melisa nodded, tucking the wand into her bag. "Well, thanks. I’ll try to use it often."
Armia, who had been quietly examining her own wand, finally spoke up.
"I understand why you’d give one to Melisa, but... why me? I’m not exactly famous like she is."
Isabella’s expression turned enigmatic, her eyes glinting with something Melisa couldn’t quite place.
"Oh, I have my reasons."
...
That was it, that was all the clarification she gave on that.
Melisa raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued.
[What are you up to, Izzy?]
But, still, Armia put the wand away and bowed her head.
"In any case, thank you. If they’re as useful as you’ve been shouting for ages now, I’m sure they’ll be of help."
"You’re welcome."