Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

A/N: Happy Days was a commissioned work written in two parts from July to August of 2020. Compiling it into a one-shot here for your viewing pleasure.

Summary: Heavily inspired by the hentai doujins Happy End by Asanagi and Happy Life by Somejima. In which the fashion designer Korwa gets in over her head regarding a client. She's so very confident in her skills and her magic... some might say she's OVER confident...

Themes: Mind Break, Corruption, Breeding

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"Another beautiful piece of work, Ms. Korwa. Your dresses are truly without peer. I can speak from experience, any woman who's ever worn one must know how lucky they are to receive such a gift."

It's funny… the fashion designer has never heard such a smooth-talking Draph male before. But then, she supposes he's an odd duck in a lot of different ways, for all that he's been one of her best customers for months now. Sitting in her viewing room, the most recent dress she's created on it's stand between them, ready to be carted off, Korwa smiles politely, though the smile doesn't really reach her eyes as she takes in the male sitting across from her.

Dressed in a rather snazzy-looking suit, it's obvious that he's quite well off… more than that, he's extremely wealthy, given the prices he's paid for her work so far. For the last six months, he's shown up once a month like clockwork to pick up the latest commission he's had her make for him. This Draph… it's more than obvious what he's been using her dresses for.

They certainly haven't all been going to the same woman, but then, he's making no secret of THAT, now is he? No, given that there are currently two Erune hanging off of his arms, each of them wearing one of the dresses that she made for him in the past six months, Korwa can say without a doubt that he's used her work to build a harem.

Not that that's any skin off of Korwa's back. Even if she herself is an Erune, her animalistic ears twitching atop her head, it's not like Korwa has any true connection or loyalty towards others of her race. Though, admittedly, she does fantasize sometimes about true love. It was witnessing a beautifully crafted wedding dress for the first time that had started her down this path in the first place after all, and even now her perfectly sculpted signature outfit, while having some black incorporated into it, also had quite a lot of wedding white and gold to remind her of where she'd come from.

Seeing her first wedding dress… it was her most treasured memory, without a doubt. So what if she hoped to someday encounter a good man who would properly court and woo her, and ultimately marry her and pamper her for the rest of her life? Maybe it was a pipe dream, in a world like this one, but Korwa was nothing if not pragmatic. She knew the difference between fantasy and reality well enough, and how to keep them separate.

Which is why the fashion designer doesn't so much as bat an eyelash at the Draph male's praise, or at the two Erune hussies he's plied with her dresses and brought with him, clearly to show them off. Keeping her smile affixed to her face, Korwa responds how she's expected to respond, with a cool tone and a dismissive confidence.

"Naturally. They are MY dresses, after all."

The rich Draph lets out a chuckle at that, while one of the squirming Erune pressing into his side suddenly can't hold herself back anymore, looking up at him flushed and flustered and starry eyes.

"I-I love you, darling~"

Korwa can practically hear the adoration and devotion in the other Erune's tone and can see her complete and utter submission from here. At the same time though, Korwa's client doesn't even spare the horny Erune at his side a second glance, his tone dismissive as he answers her with a decisive two-word response.

"Not now."

So cold, so rude, so domineering. And yet, while the female Erune pants and mewls pathetically, she accepts the dismissive response without so much as a complaint. Meanwhile, her opposite, the other Erune nestled into the client's other side, hasn't even said a word. That doesn't stop her from being any less perverted in her own way. The way she's clinging to the male Draph's arm and nuzzling it with her eyes closed and a lewd smile on her face makes it obvious that she's just as horny as her fellow Erune, she's just smart enough not to interrupt.

Of course, Korwa isn't in some sort of romantic relationship with this Draph… and just because he's paid her quite a lot for these last six dresses doesn't mean she can't afford to lose a slimeball like him as a customer. As such, under no compunctions NOT to talk, she can't help but bring it up, still smiling slightly, her tone only a little biting.

"I do have to admit… having a customer order multiple dresses from me, and then give them all to different girls… that's a new one."

It really is. Because as magical as Korwa's works are, the fashion designer isn't making… mind control devices, or anything like that. Her dresses don't make their wearers dumb or lewd beasts like the two Erune with the client are acting… not all on their own. All her dresses do is make their wearer happier, and more affectionate.

And why not, right? If a client is willing to spend an exorbitant amount of work on one of Korwa's amazing works, then in her expert opinion, they deserve the best, and so does the wearer of the dress. So yes, she puts enough magic into them so that, if the woman likes the man enough to put the dress on after he's given it to her, then she'll be more likely to… well, come together with him in a loving embrace.

Perhaps there is a bit of a romantic beneath Korwa's sheer pragmatism, but she knows when to push that romantic down and suppress it. Like with this client… six different dresses, likely to six different women? What was his secret? Was it merely wealth that had him attracting so many girls? Was he constantly beset by gold diggers? If that were the case, she could see how her dresses would come in handy. Though… it really wasn't very romantic, was it?

Plus… there was the way his eyes had darted down to her thighs as she'd spoken just how. Despite having two different Erune women fawning all over him, this male Draph was still constantly checking her out. To be fair, Korwa dressed the way she did on purpose. Not only was she showing off some of her best work with her tailor-made outfit, but she was also showing off her body. She knew how beautiful she was, how gorgeous she'd turned out to be… and if you've got it, why not flaunt it, right?

Frankly, she even knew she was hotter then these two Erune trollops that he had hanging off of him. But that didn't make it any better that his eyes kept straying across her figure, even as he ignored these girls who seemed so eager to give him everything they had, all of their attention, all of their love.

Though, after his glance and as he begins to respond to her words, the Draph client does look down to the Erune who'd spoken up before, bringing his large hand up from where it'd been resting on the small of her back, to tuck it right under her chin as he dips his head ever so slightly in the direction of the flustered, flushed, ready and eager female.

"Indeed… where I come from, we don't bother ourselves with outdated concepts like monogamy. Meaning that I'm perfectly capable of surrounding myself with all of my lovely girls with no repercussions."

'All' in this case meant at least six, by her count. Unless he had even more that he had seduced by other means, rather than her dresses. Perhaps the six were just the ones who'd risen above the chaff and earned such an extravagant gift? Such a place as the one this Draph was describing… for a moment, Korwa allows herself to imagine it.

At first glance… it sounds happy. It sounds good… but on a second go around, Korwa finds the idea distasteful. Even if the mental imagery of this male Draph surrounded by dozens of Erune women slathering all over him fills the fashion designer with a moment of surprising arousal, she quickly stamps down on that emotion, and she certainly doesn't let a single bit of her reaction show on her face.

It's disgusting, she decides. Marriage should be between one male and one female. Expecting multiple women to share one man is… the height of distasteful, in Korwa's eyes. But at the same time, she has a business to run. So long as the orders keep coming and the people are happy to wear the dresses she makes, can she really complain?

"On that note, I'd like to start a new commission with you, Ms. Korwa. This one won't be a dress, however. I've heard that you also do… lingerie?"

Korwa's smile grows a little at that, even as she nods her head regally.

"Of course. I'm not a simple dress maker, I am a fashion designer. I create many things to bring people in love closer together."

As she speaks, Korwa pulls out her sketchpad and a pen and looks to him expectantly, making it clear she's ready to start taking down his idea. Of course, if his idea is a bad one in any way, if it's not fashionable, she will likely make adjustments. She's done so before, both for him and for other clients, changing up little things that they'd described here and there to make sure that the final product was not only wearable, but also came out absolutely gorgeous. None of them, least of all this Draph, had ever complained about her modifications.

"Wonderful! Allow me to explain exactly what I'm looking for, then!"

The client proceeds to describe something like a baby-doll nightie. One that would split in the center, extending from a collar around the neck down across the breasts, allowing for a generous amount of cleavage and giving ample access to the body. It's not a bad description, though of course Korwa makes her changes where she has to in order to keep her sanity. Some things just don't work with clothing, but sometimes you have to have experience as a professional designer to know that.

Regardless, when she shows the client the mock up she's done, feeling a bit more at ease now that they're down to business and she's been able to ignore the Erune sluts hanging off of him for a while, the Draph male takes one look at it and grins broadly, nodding his head in appreciation and approval.

"That's perfect, Ms. Korwa. As ever, you've outdone yourself."

Hah, she's not so sure about that, given all her work is perfect, but whatever, she'll take the compliment. Leaning back again, Korwa brings her pen back to the sketchpad.

"And what are the measurements of the woman this is meant for?"

Standard procedure, and one that this client had never had an issue with before. Which is why the moment he coughs awkwardly, rather than simply providing her the required numbers, Korwa is suspicious.

"Ah, you know… it must have slipped my mind this time, I do apologize. However! As fortune would have it, the Erune that this lingerie is meant for… she looks just like you, and I'd even go so far as to say you both have near-exact measurements! So, just use your own measurements for this commission, alright? And perhaps… perhaps if you were willing, I could pay you extra for this piece if you'd model it for me after it's done."

Stiffening, Korwa stares at the client- no, at the Draph male in silence for several long moments. By all rights, she should kick him out of her shop here and now. Despite what he clearly thinks of her intelligence if he thought such a ploy would actually work on her… the fashion designer is no idiot. She's not so naïve as to believe a single word that just came out of his mouth was true.

So then, this was his game all along, was it? This was his plan from the very beginning, she suspects. Or maybe it was only recently that he decided he had to have her. Regardless of which it is, it's obvious that he's been intending to work his way up to having her wear one of her own outfits for a while now, in the hopes of seducing her and making her his.

… Really, all of the Erune he's attracted so far MUST be brain dead bimbos or incessant gold diggers, to have fallen for his ham-fisted efforts. He's the worst kind of male, one that probably doesn't even believe in love, if his treatment of his two paramours so far has been any indication.

Yes, by all rights she should kick him out and refuse the commission here and now… but while Korwa doesn't necessarily need the money by any stretch of the imagination, it always feels good taking large sums of money from slimeballs like him. After all, her works can't actually be used for ill, they don't work that way, so it's not like she's helping him, not truly. He's just somehow coming across the shallowest, stupidest Erune in the world and turning them into his sluts.

But Korwa is different, and because she's different, she KNOWS she has no need to fear this Draph, no need to worry that she'll somehow fall for him. It will be her magic imbued in the lingerie after all, and if nothing else, the fashion designer has absolute confidence in her mind and her threads. After all, worst comes to worst, she could unravel her own magic at any time, right?

Letting none of her true feelings show on her face, Korwa simply smiles at the waiting Draph… no, at the waiting client.

"It will certainly cost extra. I am not your normal model… but I know exactly what my own worth is. As such, this newest commission, along with a private showing, will cost… ten times the usual cost."

If the client balks at that number, he doesn't allow it to show on his face. Instead, his easy grin merely grows, the corners of his mouth curling upwards as he gives a decisive nod.

"Deal."

Showing him out, Korwa doesn't miss the way his large, masculine hands go down to his Erune slut's asses as they walk away together, back to the male Draph's airship, the most recent commissioned dress she made loaded up and delivered to it as well, no doubt to be given to another of his girls who've earned such a privilege. Nor does she miss the way both of them mewl and moan in excitement, pressing themselves tighter into his sides and rubbing against him like bitches in heat.

Wrinkling her nose at the sight, Korwa once again stamps down on the momentary arousal that it provokes, turning her attention back inside. She's got a commission to finish, after all… and a male Draph to thoroughly humiliate and put in his place when it's done.

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"Oh my… it's gorgeous. I'll admit, I didn't expect you to work so fast."

There's no smile on Korwa's face this time, as she meets with the client a scant two weeks after their last talk. She's deeply uncomfortable right now… not just because of what she's agreed to and already received payment for, but because of just how this particular commission had made her act. It was… shameful, really.

"W-Well, it was just a nightie, at the end of the d-day… nothing like a full, proper dress, after all. So… it took less time."

A complete falsehood, of course, but the male Draph seems to eat it right up, grinning casually and nodding his head up and down as he eyes the baby doll nightie he's had her make for him (for her, she forcibly reminds herself) as it sits on the mannequin where she's put it.

"Well, even if it was done faster, I can tell the quality is exactly what I've come to expect from you, Ms. Korwa. Now… I can't wait to see you in it… do you mind?"

Korwa swallows thickly, as she glances at the lingerie she's made for him, and that she'd agreed to model for him. All she had to do was put it on though, right? What did it matter that she'd masturbated more than once over these last two weeks to fantasies of this client treating his lovers like his property and doing the same to her?

The Erune fashion designer knew the difference between fantasy and reality. Enjoying the fantasy of being treated like a fuck toy by a big strong man was all well and good, but of course she knew that she would NEVER enjoy such a thing actually happening to her in reality. So… there would be no harm in wearing the lingerie, even if it were her best work yet, even if she'd imbued it with some seriously strong magic.

She would be fine, though whoever he ultimately gave it to might be a little bit… well, loopy. Trusting in herself, Korwa stands and plasters a fake smile across her face as she takes the baby doll nightie off of the mannequin and nods, carrying it out of the room into a changing room so she could switch out her usual outfit for it.

As she sets aside her usual garments and slips into the nightie, she's thankful for the panties she made to go along with it, because otherwise the baby doll lingerie would do nothing to hide her bared pussy from view, and given how her treacherous body was just a tad wet right now, it was best that that reaction was hidden away.

Even as she feels the magic of the lingerie settling over her, making her feel good and perhaps a little amorous… she lets it happen. She needs it to calm and settle her nerves, and besides, it's not like this is enough to change her feelings towards that slimeball. The way her magic worked; a lover's embrace occurred because of the appreciation that a woman would feel to her man for giving her such a gift.

But this wasn't a gift, now was it? She was just modeling it for the Draph, not actually receiving it from him. So… surely she had nothing to worry about, right? She'd be perfectly fine. Fully dressed, there's nothing for Korwa to do but step back into the sitting room. She does so with her head held high, confidence in her body, her mind, and her control over her magic as strong as ever.

She notices briefly that the two Erune that the Draph has brought with him this time (different women from the last pair he'd brought two weeks ago, and both holding strange cannisters that she'd been too embarrassed and distracted to really notice) have moved to the corners of the room and are standing with their hands clasped in front of them and their heads bowed.

Korwa doesn't pay them any mind though, strutting her stuff to the center of the room where the client is still sat, and smirking at him as she looks down on him from above, both literally and metaphorically.

"Well then, what do you think? Do remember, you've only paid to look. Touching would cost a lot more… far more than you have at your disposal, I imagine."

And then, as she finishes that biting, caustic line, Korwa makes the mistake of taking in a deep inhale, her nostrils flaring as she breathes in to get her breath back. Only for it to nearly be taken from her again as a rich, erotic, irresistible scent fills her nose, the haughty Erune's eyes widening and her pupils shrinking to pinpricks as she goes ramrod rigid.

As she'd already sussed out, this was always the client's plan. From the moment he first heard of her, he knew he wanted her. He'd made good use of her dresses, but at the same time, he'd always longed for the day when he'd work his way up to convincing her to wear one of her own outfits, in the hopes of bedding the bitch and teaching her a lesson for the way she always looked down on him when she thought he wasn't paying attention.

Of course, he wasn't about to just rely on Korwa's own magic to deliver her to his hands… just as he hadn't just relied on the previous commission work she'd done for him, in order to properly enslave the girls who made up his harem. The strange cannisters that his two Erune pets had been carrying when they'd first entered the room are now in the corners of said room, down betwixt each of their legs.

Said Erune cunts are delivering the activating agent to the contents of the cannisters now… their own arousal, their pussy juices dripping down into the cannisters and activating the pheromones within. Draph pheromones, HIS pheromones, have been filling the room nonstop since Korwa left to change into the baby doll nightie, and now… now they're filling the fashion designer herself, her nostrils flaring constantly as she can't help but drink in more and more of his scent, until she's positively drowning in it.

That, combined with Korwa's own magic, is what he's relying on to bring this shitty Erune cunt to heel, like he's done with so many of her kind before now. Slowly, he stands from his seat, until he's towering over Korwa as she stands before him, licking her lips and trembling, staring up into his eyes.

"Oh? Well, the view alone is worth everything I've spent so far… but are you sure I can't afford to touch you as well, Ms. Korwa?"

Trembling, shivering in front of him, the nightie leaving so much of her delicious flesh on display, while giving tantalizing glimpses of all the rest, Korwa shakes her head, even though she looks so much less confident than before.

"N-No, o-of course not. I… I couldn't possibly…"

Well, it's now or never. Either his plan worked, or Korwa is about to come out of it and he and his girls will have a fight on their hands. The Draph is prepared for either eventuality, and in the end goes for the kill all the same, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a single Rupie, the lowest form of currency in this part of the world.

"What if I gave you… this much?"

It's an insult to any rational being, and there's no doubt about that. But Korwa stares at the Rupie like it's a lifeline, proving that the fashion designer can no longer be counted among rational beings. Fast as a whip, she lashes out and grabs the coin, taking the Rupie and disappearing it somewhere away, even though she's not exactly wearing pockets at the moment.

"D-Deal!"

With a dark chuckle, because it's worked and his new property awaits her claiming, the Draph steps forward and wastes no time, grabbing Korwa by the arms and pulling her in close so he can lay his lips upon hers, not just kissing her, but outright dominating her with his mouth and tongue in the makeout session that ensues.

Off in the corners of the room, he can hear his other pets delivering some delicious background moans and whines as they continue to masturbate atop the cannisters that are so weakening Korwa's mind. But he ignores them in favor of what's right in front of him… the delicious, gorgeous body of this haughty, shitty fashion designer who dared to think herself better than him.

Korwa herself is in dire straights as the client kisses her deeply, his tongue trying it's best to work it's way down the back of her throat. She moans into his mouth, unable to help herself, even as she melts into his grip. She knows this is wrong, or at least some small part of her does, but that part isn't what's in control anymore, not truly.

She wants it, she wants what she's been fantasizing about these past two weeks. It's shameful, but she's lost control… and she likes that more than she cares to admit. As the Draph male continues to kiss her, as he continues to make out with her like she's one of his toys, even though she's most certainly NOT, Korwa… gives in, trembling in his grasp but ultimately melting into his hold as she lets him do as he wants with her, all for the price of one measly Rupie.

But it wasn't really about the money, was it? That was just a polite fiction, to enable what she wanted to happen, to happen. And now here she was, getting kissed by this big, strong Draph male, and frankly, she couldn't get enough of it.

Which is why, when he suddenly lifts her up with powerful arms and lays her down on a nearby table, Korwa perhaps doesn't fight it as much as she can. Though, she does offer up some token resistance as his cock, his massive, thick, veiny Draph dick, comes out and slaps down across her lacy panties and her bared abdomen.

"W-Wait! I didn't… I d-didn't agree to that s-sort of thing!"

For a moment, the Draph looks irate, angry even. For a moment, Korwa is almost able to come back to herself, to realize that this man towering over her doesn't have her best interests in mind and put an end to this. But then he's smiling again, and his hands are suddenly on her breasts, slipping under the baby doll nightie to pop her tits out of the lingerie and grope and squeeze them directly.

Technically, she had agreed to touch, so him molesting her tits was just fine… but what it did to her was NOT just fine, namely causing her eyes to half-roll up in her head and her mouth to open in a big O as she moans like a wanton whore and cums explosively right on the spot. Shaking and spasming beneath him, the Erune is well aware of his cock still rubbing against both her panty-clad pussy and her belly, his warmth giving her no small amount of pleasure, even as she finds herself imagining how he would feel inside of her. Thanks to how his cock is laid out across her lower abdomen, she can even see and feel for herself how DEEP he would get inside of her.

When she's recovered from the orgasm he induced simply by playing with her tits, the masculine, hunky Draph reaches into his pocket again… and pulls out another Rupie, slapping it down on the table next to her.

"How about now? Can I fuck your whorish Erune cunt for one Rupie, bitch?"

Gone is the silken tongue and subtle efforts to turn her to his way of thinking… but in the end, he doesn't need them. Stuttering and stammering like she never has before, Korwa ducks her head in the end before shamefully nodding, laying a hand on the Rupie and pulling it back towards her, even as the Draph client (and suddenly 'client' has taken on a whole new meaning, hasn't it?) grins wickedly and slides his cock back, digging it into the side of her panties and using his massive, meaty length to push that last bit of protection aside, even as his hands remain latched onto her naked breasts.

"That's right, bitch. You and I both know you want this more than anything. Frankly, you're the one that should be paying me, you stuck-up, arrogant cunt."

A flash of anger rushes through Korwa, but before the small rational part of her that remains can even think to latch onto it and make a comeback, the Draph thrusts forward inside of her, and all the Erune sees is stars as she's taken for the first time in… well, in a long time. If just having him play with her tits was enough to set her off, well, having his cock inside of her while she was wearing the nightie she'd imbued with magic, as well as being inundated with the pheromones from the cannisters in the corner of the room… there was really only one possible outcome, in the end.

"OOOOOH FUUUUUCK!"

Korwa tosses her head back, her hands clawing at the table beneath her as her back arches and causes her massive tits to bounce and jiggle as they jut upwards beautifully. Korwa starts cumming her brains out, and she doesn't stop, even as the Draph grabs her by her legs and forces them up and to the side so he can fuck her harder, faster, pounding into her gushing wet quim with all his might.

"That's better… that's more like it. This is the Erune bitch I knew was hiding beneath that façade of yours. All of you cunts are the same… beasts in need of a good plowing. Listen to yourself, slut! You're cumming around my Draph cock while squealing like a filthy pig!"

There's no denying it, though Korwa makes every attempt to anyways. It's just that halfway through her denial, she ends up admitting it as well, which sort of detracts from her effort to call him a liar.

"A-Ah! Ah! Ah! Noooooo~ I'm not… I'm not… y-you're cock! Your cock is making me cum, I can't stop cummiiiiiiing!"

Laughing as he takes her in the violent, incredibly one-sided mating press, the Draph reaches forward and grabs her by her hair, his strong fingers brushing behind her bestial ears in just the right way to inadvertently scratch them. Or perhaps not so inadvertent… after all, he's got a lot of practice with putting Erune bitches in their place.

Either way, the touch causes Korwa to go off again, her eyes fully rolling back in her head this time as she ahegaos from the pleasure. Her tongue is sticking straight up out of her mouth and wagging all over the place, right up until the Draph captures it in his own mouth while initiating another kiss, ultimately forcing his own tongue back into her mouth all over again.

Leaning over her as he pounds her into the table and through orgasm after explosive orgasm, the Draph isn't even holding Korwa by her legs anymore, but that isn't stopping them from being lifted high into the air all on their own, nor does it stop her from half-wrapping them around his thick waist, pulling him in closer, desperate for more of his cock.

Pulling back from her mouth after a moment, he transitions to her breasts instead, but not before laying some simple truths on the beleaguered, frazzled fashion designer.

"Erune such as yourself are nothing more than horny, cock-hungry animals. It always amuses me when I come across one of you that tries to act differently… but it also infuriates me. Which is why I just had to make you mine. Why I had to see you like you are now, writhing beneath me. This is your true face, you stupid Erune cunt. This is who you REALLY are!"

As he says that, he punctuates his last sentence with a powerful thrust, his massive, thick, monstrous Draph member slamming right up against Korwa's cervix and penetrating her womb itself. Even though the fashion designer was by no means a virgin… she'd still been rather stingy when it came to sex. After all, she was looking for the man she wanted to marry, she was looking for a man she loved with all her heart.

Instead, her cunt and even her womb itself has been claimed by this big-dicked Draph male. By a client, who bought her body and her cunt for a Rupie apiece. The thought is nearly enough to break Korwa right then and there, but as the Draph starts womb-fucking her as violently as he was plowing her before, he suddenly lets out a loud groan and says something that brings Korwa back to herself, if only just a little.

"Fuck, I'm getting close, you tight little Erune slut! I'm going to cum!"

Eyes widening at the realization that this client is about to breed her, Korwa shakes her head back and forth and cries out.

"N-No! Not inside!"

Perhaps part of her thinks that he'll actually listen to what she's saying. Perhaps another part of her is hoping that he'll produce another Rupie, so that she can accept that exceedingly small payment for allowing him to creampie her. But the Draph doesn't even give her that much, this time around. Instead, grinning down at her most maliciously, he grabs her by the hair with one hand, and a breast with the other, yanking her head up and mauling and deforming her tit in his strong hand, so that she can watch as he thrusts forward one final, decisive time into her cunt and into her womb.

And then he cums, just like that, ignoring her begging tones and refusing her request without even having the decency to answer her. No further warning, no second guessing, no hesitation. He spills his seed in Korwa's womb, filling her to the utter brim… and in response, the fashion designer's eyes roll back in her skull as she tosses her head back, and she experiences the biggest orgasm of her entire life as she ahegaos once again… this time, all the way into unconsciousness.

The last thing that the fashion designer hears as she blacks out with the client's cock still buried inside of her, is him calling to his other girls as he lifts her up off the table, cradling her to his chest and beginning to bounce her up and down on his dick. Even though she's passing out right then and there, her body nevertheless responds, her nose pressing into his chest as she breathes in his scent, and her arms and legs locking around his neck and waist as best as they can, given his size.

"Let's go, sluts. We're heading back to the airship. And bring the cannisters… no need for evidence."

He's taking her with him… he's taking her with him away from her secure home, away from the land she lives in with its laws that would protect her, he's taking her into the sky where he can do whatever he wants to her with impunity. This is the last thought that crosses Korwa's mind before she finally goes fully blank for a time… and it causes a secondary explosive orgasm to ripple through her, drowning her in an ocean of pleasure very briefly before she finally fully passes out, slipping beneath the waves.

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"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"

He's not even touching her right now. As she kneels there before him with her hands in her lap, bobbing up and down on his cock, Korwa knows she's positively fucked. Her bestial ears atop her head twitch, her cunt throbs, and truth be told, there's nothing she wants more than to have his cock inside of her again. Of course, technically his cock is inside of her… in her mouth at the moment and pushing down the back of her throat as she forces herself down his length… but it's not the same, of course.

Not to say it isn't satisfying. Korwa's eyes flutter and threaten to roll back in her head as she moans around the Draph's big fat cock. He tastes phenomenal, and he smells divine. She wants nothing more than to be here right now. It's just that having him inside of her is even better than deep-throating his member and she wants to experience that again.

The former fashion designer knows she should be fighting this more… but he's turned out to be right at every turn, in the end. She hadn't fought him as he'd carried her away from her home. He'd quite literally bounced her up and down on his dick all the way back to his airship, and all the Erune had been able to do was moan into his mouth and cling to him with all her limbs, her arms wrapped around his broad neck and her legs squeezing at his waist.

She probably had the stupidest expression on her face as well, not that she'd been able to pay attention to anything more than the pleasure at the time. Even now it was hard to think about anything but the pleasure. This Draph, this male who wanted her to call him Master… he had taken a keen interest in breaking her in.

And she in turn had enjoyed every last second of it, to the point that she didn't even really know how long it'd been since she'd arrived in his care. She'd slept maybe three or four times since he'd brought her onto the airship, but beyond that… the passage of time had become altogether meaningless.

"You like choking on my cock, don't you bitch? You Erune cunts are all the same… just so damn ready to submit to a member of the superior Draph Race."

A shudder runs through Korwa at his derisive, dismissive words. He's still not touching her, but he has moved the newspaper he was reading out of the way so he can peer down at her, looking utterly disdainful. In response, Korwa is ashamed to admit she cums on the spot, crying out around the cock in her throat as she shakes and spasms there on her knees before him. This prompts a sneer from the Draph, as she knew it would.

"You just came, didn't you cunt? Trust an Erune animal not to know how to control herself."

Her eyes flutter again, and rather than taking umbrage with the things he's saying, Korwa finds herself bobbing even more forcefully up and down on the Draph cock before her, gagging herself harder in a desperate attempt to please this man who wanted her to call him Master.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

He was a monster, this Draph. He was the complete opposite of everything that Korwa had always secretly thought she believed in regarding true love. And yet… and yet, since she'd worn that lingerie she'd made for him, she'd been too damn turned on to stop fucking him. He'd paid her a single Rupie apiece to both touch her and fuck her, and he hadn't paid her at all to cum inside of her.

Of course, Korwa knew she couldn't blame it on the lingerie. After all, she wasn't wearing the baby-doll nightie now, was she? No, that had been ruined ages ago, not destroyed of course, because it was still one of Korwa's pieces and it would take a lot more than some raucous copulation to tear her work, but it had definitely been soiled and stripped away and taken to be cleaned.

Since then, the Draph had been providing her things to wear each day… and they were all her own things, in the end. They were things Korwa had made for herself, ranging from slutty to sexy to seductive in their… intensity. Right now, she was wearing a bikini she'd designed for herself. White and black of course, with some artistic designs here and there. Perfectly shaped to cup her bust and cover her crotch as well as provide maximum comfort.

It made her feel like a doll, to be honest. Like she was being made to dress up for the Draph's amusement, his pleasure. He could have just kept her entirely naked as he continued the process of breaking her in, but instead he'd had something for her to wear every time she woke up, something she herself had crafted, and something always invariably revealing and sexual in nature.

And then he would use her and soil it and they would start the process all over again. Right now, they were in what Korwa, in her feverish state, had come to refer to as the 'bargaining' stage of the process. That being, she wanted Draph cock inside of her hungry, horny Erune twat, and the Draph before her wanted to see her work for it before he would ever give her a single thing.

That was why, as the Draph male had his morning coffee and read a newspaper, Korwa was kneeling before him, debasing herself thoroughly and choking on his big fat cock to the best of her ability in order to properly get him off. Speaking of which…

The only warning she gets is him taking a long draw from his coffee cup, before setting it down on the side table. Then, his big, masculine hand is on the back of her head, his thumb and pinkie brushing against the back of her Erune ears in a way that causes Korwa's eyes to half roll in the back of her head. He pushes her down, forcing her upon his length, deeper than she'd ever managed on her own… and begins to cum.

"Hhhhuuuuahhhglhk!"

Korwa's eyes flutter, but in duress this time, not pleasure. She can't breathe, and her Mast-the Draph's seed is filling her esophagus, making her choke and gag and sputter. His cum comes up out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth, exploding as he holds her down with his incomparable strength and keeps her where he wants her, slowly asphyxiating her on his big fat Draph cock.

So big… so thick… so tasty… Korwa can practically feel herself losing brain cells as he uses her like nothing more than a piece of meat, another fuck toy like all of the other Erune girls she's seen so far in her stay on the airship. Darkness clouds the edges of her vision and her body starts to go limp… and then he's done. Just like that, he lets go of her head, allowing inertia itself to cause her to fall back off of his cock, gasping and choking and hacking even as she finally gets some air in her lungs again.

"Well, cunt? Do you want this cock or not?"

She wants it. It's unbelievable how much she wants it. She wants it to the point that not even her own physical failings can keep her from pulling herself up with a shudder and assuming the position. Her legs undeniably wobbly, Korwa nevertheless turns around and presents herself to her Mast- to her Draph captor. She bends over the coffee table that was just behind her, using it for support as she slowly spreads her legs wide.

Even her near-brush with death by asphyxiation isn't enough to stop her from desiring her would-be murderer's cock. And that right there is proof enough that he's right, isn't it? She is just another Erune slut, for all that she spent so long fighting against her urges. She's just a beast, like all Erune, a cunt made to be fucked. The Draph, or at least this Draph, are of superior make, a superior race of being…

Of course, Korwa still doesn't know about the pheromones, about the cannisters. Thus, she has no way of knowing that even now the same exact pheromones are being pumped into this room as well. Every room on the Draph's airship is designed to have regulated airflow, the control of which rests at his fingertips. Korwa has spent every moment, both waking and not, effectively marinating in the Draph's pheromones. No wonder she wants him so badly, no matter what. But she doesn't know… and in the end, that will prove her downfall.

Reaching back, trembling, Korwa pulls her black and white bikini bottoms to the side and presents her gushing wet, hungry Erune twat to her Maste- to the Draph. She offers herself up to him and waits for him to sink his cock into her from behind as he's done several times already. He'll fuck her, and she'll cum her pathetic Erune brains out, and when he's done Korwa will be sated and satisfied… for a little while, at least.

However, that doesn't happen this time, or at least not right away. Instead of delivering his cock into her warm, wet, waiting depths, the Draph delivers a sharp strike of his palm to one of her bikini-clad ass cheeks, a smack that rings through the room as Korwa cries out in shock, very nearly collapsing right then and there on the spot.

"Is that any way to ask your Master for what we both know you want, you pathetic Erune whore?"

Korwa's eyes widen and her already dilated pupils dilate even further as she trembles there before him, bent over and whimpering.

"Beg, bitch. And do it properly. You know what I want to hear. Beg for your Master's cock."

His voice leaves no room for argument or misinterpretation. And besides, even if she did willfully misinterpret his words, all that would result in was further spanking and further withholding of his cock. His cock, that she needed more than anything in the world right now. His cock that had, in a way, BECOME her entire world.

Shuddering, recognizing that this was a moment in which she was giving in and effectively giving away her everything, yet not caring one bit, Korwa looks back over her shoulder into the Draph… no, into her Master's eyes.

"Please… Master. Please fuck your worthless Erune's needy c-cunt. Please take me, M-Master…"

Grinning wickedly, his large hands come down onto her hips and without missing a beat, he sinks his cock balls deep into her tight yet welcoming twat. He looks like he's savoring every last bit of it too, though Korwa doesn't watch for long, her eyes soon fluttering again and the Erune turning back around as a loud, wanton moan escapes her lips.

SMACK!

And then his hand comes down on her ass again, and the former fashion designer is squealing as her Master fucks her and spanks her silly at the exact same time. She squeals, she moans, she shrieks, she mewls. Her voice fills the room, easily drowning out his scant grunts and groans as he rails her from behind. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh as his hefty Draph balls smack against her clit and her abdomen give her a run for her money, but even the noises of their copulation can't truly match Korwa's voice.

She's giving in… she's letting go. Her eyes roll back in her head and her tongue lolls out of her mouth as he fucks her hard, but she still hears him, still feels him when he reaches around to grope at one of her tits through the white and black bikini top she designed for herself. It's several explosive orgasms before he speaks, but despite drowning in an ocean of pleasure, Korwa hears every last word.

"I've decided I'm going to keep you, slut. As my own personal cum dump. You've managed to outshine every other Erune whore I have. You're special to me. A horny, needy Erune beast that puts all of the rest of your whorish race to shame."

And that right there… that proclamation… that's what breaks Korwa the rest of the way. Of course, she has no way of knowing how long he's been planning this. That he always planned to take her and make her one of his bitches. That he won't stop fucking the others she made dresses for, just because she's his property as well now. She has no way of knowing that most of what he just said is utter bullshit, despite still being coated in all of that misogyny and racism towards her gender and her race.

Hearing him declare her as 'special' to him is enough to send Korwa right over the edge one final time, an explosive orgasm that milks him of his release as well. With a grunt, her Master cums deep inside of her yet again… and she knows it's dangerous and she could already be pregnant, but she doesn't have the strength to fight it anymore, or to care.

The Erune has been reduced to her base components. A horny cunt, in need of her Master's cock. This is where she belongs, and even as her Master grabs her by her hair and yanks her back, forcing her onto her knees again as he spins her around and presents her with his messy cock, Korwa doesn't fight it. She wraps her arms around her Master's legs almost lovingly and begins to suck and slurp and lap at his cock, cleaning it of their combined fluids.

Because he is her Master, and she is his pet… and this is precisely where she belongs.

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As Korwa steps out from behind the curtain, she doesn't just walk… she struts. Her hips sway, her breasts bounce, and so does the rest of her, her soft feminine figure accentuated in every way possible by her seductive steps. Her figure is also accentuated by what she's wearing, a new set of slutty, sexy lingerie that she'd made for herself at the command of her Master.

She's much more aware of her surroundings now, as her freedom of movement increased after she finally accepted her new place at her Master's side. As such, Korwa knows she's been with him for weeks at this point… but she doesn't really care how much time has passed, not in any way that doesn't pertain to her, her Master, or his happiness.

Fully immersed in the hedonistic lifestyle of her Draph Master, Korwa has actually been creating further slutty garments, both for herself and for her fellow Erune pets. It was a command from her Master, after all, and she knew better than to disobey him. After all, she was just a stupid Erune slut, not fit to lick the bottom of her Draph Master's foot. The fact that he saw fit to let her suck his cock and fuck her day after day was a blessing that Korwa refused to take for granted. She didn't deserve his attention, and yet he constantly gave it to her.

It was only right that she give back to him in turn. Of course, every time she models a new set of lingerie for him, it results in her being fucked for the rest of the day, so there's that as well. Today will likely be no different, and Korwa can feel her anticipation for both the ensuing fucking and something else building as she walks the catwalk.

Yes, her Master had a catwalk installed in his mansion, which they'd returned to once she'd broken on his airship. He loved holding fashion shows, loved watching her and his other Erune pets strut up and down the catwalk as they tried to catch and hold his attention. He was known to sometimes straight up grab one of them and pull them down off of the catwalk to fuck them right then and there, so each and every Erune he'd rightly enslaved and turned into his cum dumps was eager to show off what Korwa had made for them.

However, she always saved the best for herself and for her private shows with her Master. One such show was taking place now. It was just her and him as she walked down the catwalk towards him, showing off her latest creation. A combination of several of her other pieces, it had the same black and white and gold color scheme as her original outfit that she tended to wear when dealing with clients back in her old life.

However, it was much skimpier, showing off a lot more skin, and only covering up a bit with the sheerest and most see through of fabrics that hung off of her like a dress or a sash, but didn't manage to truly cover up anything at all. Coming to the end of the catwalk, Korwa smiles lovingly down at her seated Master and strikes a pose, pulling back the see-through fabric and bending forward, a sort of perverse half-curtsy that showcases her chest and the rest of her body in all the best ways as she arches her back and juts out her breasts.

"What do you think, Master? Like it?"

She already knows he does; she watched his eyes roam up and down her body from the moment she stepped out onto the stage and began making her way to him. What she's hoping for, is for him to notice that things are changing… that there's been a new development in their relationship. Her Master opens his mouth, likely to respond, but then closes it, his teeth clicking shut as his eyes, fixated on her breasts, widen ever so slightly.

Beaming a little bit, Korwa straightens up as her Master stands and steps up onto the stage, easily towering over her with his superior Draph genetics as he reaches out casually and feels up one of her breasts with a big, masculine hand, playing with her INCREDIBLY sensitive titflesh in a way that has Korwa moaning wantonly in desire and pushing further into his palm hoping for more.

With a grunt, her Master abruptly reaches out with both hands and yanks her top down, then, leaning forward, he grabs her tits by their base and lifts them to his mouth, treating her full udders like his property… which they are, just like all of her is. As he begins to suck, Korwa moans as she's milked, warm, sweet, life-giving fluid flowing into her Draph Master's mouth.

He drinks long and hard before finally pulling back and looking at her with an unreadable expression, speaking in an unreadable tone.

"You're pregnant."

Not a question, but a statement of fact. Blushing profusely and averting her eyes from her Master's piercing gaze, the Erune nods shyly. The next thing out of her Master's mouth IS a question.

"When did you know?"

Biting her lower lip, wiggling this way and that, Korwa squirms.

"A-A few days, Master… as soon a-as I found out, I started designing t-this lingerie for you… so I could show you that I'm your baby mama now…"

There's a beat of silence, and then his hand is in her hair, gripping tightly, almost punishingly as he forces her head back and looks her in the eye, his own face mere centimeters away.

"You're my property, your Erune slut, and don't you ever forget it."

Eyes wide, Korwa shakes her head as much as she's able to.

"N-No, Master! I'm yours!"

That proves to be the right thing to say, because her Master is kissing her a moment later, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, dominating and rough and punishing in its own way. And then she's on her back on the catwalk, and he's practically tearing her newest outfit off of her (not that it actually tears, but he's certainly able to move it aside) and then he's inside of her, just as Korwa knew he would be within moments of seeing her in this lingerie.

Squealing like the horny Erune pig she is, Korwa wraps her legs around her Master's waist as he fucks her, slamming into her cunt again and again. Sure, she's pregnant… but she's not far along enough for it to be a danger to the baby quite yet. And… truth be told, Korwa is too far gone to care. Her Master is the only thing that matters to her at this point, and the child growing inside of her is only important in so far as it belongs to the Draph who has enslaved her.

She wants to make her Draph Master happy, and from the way he's grinning as he fucks her, she can tell that he has. As she cums again and again around his cock, Korwa moans throatily, crying out over and over in orgasmic ecstasy.

It's right before he's about to cum that he finally speaks.

"Such a good little pet. You've pleased me, cunt. I'm looking forward to you giving birth for me… if it's a girl, you'll raise her to know that she's nothing more than a worthless Erune beast like you, won't you? And if it's a Draph boy… well, you'll learn to serve your son just as you serve me. Either way, this won't be the last time I knock you up, bitch."

Eyes fluttering at all of the insulting pet names, as well as the meat of what he's saying, Korwa can't help but orgasm beautifully around his cock, which in turn sends him right over the edge as he cums inside of her, the two of them reaching mutual climax with one another, reaching that height of pleasure, nirvana, together.

As they come back down, he starts moving again, fucking into her once more. Though, after a few moments he grabs her by her hips and spins her over onto her hands and knees, taking her doggy style as her enlarged tits bounce back and forth with every thrust, her additional belly fat jiggling as the pregnant Erune cries out and gasps and moans and shudders.

Unable to contain herself, Korwa looks back over her shoulder at her Draph Master, hearts in her eyes.

"I-I… I love you, Master!"

"Of course you do, slut."

She doesn't expect him to say it back, which is good, because he doesn't. Chuckling after his knee jerk response, he reaches out and grabs her by the chin, effectively mounting her as he molds his much larger body over the top of hers so that he can lean in and kiss her, his fingers digging into her cheeks and his tongue invading her mouth past her pillowy lips.

Korwa's eyes roll back in her head from the combined pleasure of being kissed and fucked by her Master at the same time. She's such a horny, needy Erune slut… but thankfully she's found a member of the superior Draph race to take care of her and tell her what she needs to do. She's sure she never would have found this happiness if her Master hadn't come into her life.

Meanwhile, Korwa's Master is quite pleased with how everything has turned out. Acting like this cunt was his equal for over half a year had been such a chore, but in the end it'd turned out to be well worth it. Calling her 'Ms. Korwa', paying her for dress after dress to lull her into a false sense of security, to assure her of his wealth and his value as a client when he finally went for the kill… all of it had been worth it in the end.

Now, this beautiful Erune bitch is all his. Her mouth, her cunt, and her gorgeous imminently fuckable body all belong to him. Her mind and her skills do as well, and he's going to have her create some more dresses that do a lot more than make their wearer feel good. Now that the Erune fashion designer belongs to him, he can turn his eyes on even bigger fish.

To say he can hardly wait would be an understatement, but for now he simply enjoys himself, fucking the horny, needy cunt right in front of him.

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