Karrahkian Dreams (futa-female, oral, extreme penetration)

Story by Zinic

This will be a collection of short stories based in the world I created for my previous story, Demonic Sister. While that story seems to be going no where fast, I have been thinking up ideas for stories that take place in that world, and this will feature the stories I write based on those ideas.

And here, I present you with the first story.

Nasha pulled the cloth covering the entrance to the tent aside and walked in. She had been travelling for days now, and this was the only real signs of civilization she had seen in these wastelands. She had come here to find out more about the Karrahk culture, but so far, all she had seen was endless stretches of sand. The only people she had managed to talk to on the entire trip were the caravan drivers, and they hadn’t proven to be of much use.

Looking around the tent, she saw the typical setup of pillows, carpets and short tables lined with bottles, caskets and glasses, with the occasional plate of cheese and bread here and there. There was a stage at the far end of the tent, which seemed to be the size of your average inn in comparison. It had looked smaller on the outside. Sighing, she stepped in and found a spot without too many sitting near it. She didn’t feel like talking to anyone this night, as she was still exhausted from the trip.

A young girl dressed in a veil, common for most of the women from these regions, came over to where she was sitting and offered her a bottle of wine and a glass. She accepted and the girl put it down in front of her and went to service the other patrons. Pouring a glass and taking a quick sip, she looked around again. Some local music was playing, flutes, drums and some stringed instrument she couldn’t identify. Didn’t matter really, she’d try and find out more about it tomorrow, if there were any people left. She started to notice that most of the patron’s stares seemed fixed at the stage though, and decided to check out what had their attention.

On the stage were three girls dancing. They were fairly attractive and lightly dressed in almost transparent cloth. They were spinning, jumping and posing to the music. She took another sip and continued to watch the show. After a while, she noticed that she’d been staring at the lead dancer on the stage for quite some time. She seemed far more attractive than her fellow dancers, but something seemed... odd about her. As if she was... different somehow. Nasha kept watching as she took more sips from her drink. The more she looked at this dancer, the more she felt attracted to her. As if there was something compelling about her. Her dancing seemed wild, chaotic and yet, strangely coordinated and smooth. It seemed almost as if she had more limbs than people normally had. Nasha let out a quiet gasp as she realized what it was that had been bugging her. This girl in front of her had a penis. It looked long enough to reach her knee, and it was swinging wildly as she danced, almost as if she had a third leg. Nasha took a closer look at her to make sure she’d seen right. The dancer was about average height, slender build, yet had fairly larger breasts and long black hair and dark skin. She wore the same garments as the other dancers, slightly transparent cloth covering her legs, upper body and part of her face. The garments were covered in small pieces of metal, most likely silver that jingled whenever she stopped.

Nasha waved over the girl that had offered her the wine earlier.

“Who is that on the stage?” The girl looked up at the stage and then looked back at Nasha.

“That is Lady Av’Umia. She is a noble that travels around these lands to entertain the people. Why do you want to know?” The girl looked somewhat concerned, almost as if she was afraid.

“I’d like to speak with her, if possible.” The girl looked and ran off towards a large table at the side of the tent. Nasha looked on as the girl franticly talked to what seemed like the barkeeper. He looked over at her and then back to the girl and told her something. The girl nodded and proceeded to go about her business. The barkeeper stood up and walked over to Nasha, a stern look on his face. He sat down next to her and leaned on her table.

“What business do you have with the Lady?” Nasha started to get worried, wondering if she had done something terribly wrong by asking what she had.

“I-I simply wanted to talk to her, to learn more about your culture. I’m sorry if I have offended you in any way, I didn’t mean any harm.” The barkeeper pulled out a pipe from his vest and lit it. He looked back at Nasha, this time his facial expression was less stern.

“No, do not worry. You have done nothing wrong. It’s simply that we often get people here that seek out the Lady for... other reasons. We were simply being cautious.” The barkeeper drew a breath through the pipe and let

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