NTR Quest P-Tier - Demonkine City 1 - Painter

You were amazed by the city from which Demonkine got it's name. A location in the middle of nowhere by all accounts should have been smaller, more sparse and very lightly populated but the city looked large enough to house an entire nation's worth of people. The city you saw from the hill stretched out for miles and miles beyond what a normal city would, and the woods that were mixed in with the structures only hid what more there was to make it seem even larger. Furthermore, the entire location sat in the shadow of the giant, shattered tree with structures running up the sides between the roots to the base of it like favelas.

“I thought you all didn't believe in 'harming the land?'” You asked.

“We don't.” Kara began to explain.
“But the others don't share our values completely. The Gnolls still mine and forge metal and they came from a more civilized culture before they were pushed north. Technically this is their city and the Tree belongs to us.”

“So... This is a Gnoll city?”

“It's THE Gnoll city. Demonkine. Their entire civilization is housed here. Around the tree the climate is deceptive. There would be no reason to expect something this nice this far north, but here it is. It's why no one would expect the population to be as big as it actually is.”

“So, what's the plan?”

“I like that we came here first, but honestly it's pretty dangerous to try and find our way to Djir blind. If we're going to figure out where he is and stop him directly, we'll need to scout things out.” Kara explained. You nodded in agreement.
“So... With that in mind, I'm going to start looking around. Get my bearings.”

“What do we do?” Vura questioned.

“Just keep your heads down until I come back. Got it?”

-

Kara returned a few days later. She did not seem off in any suspicious sense, but she did look a little loopy as she regarded the Hero and the party. Her eyes were just a little wider and her smile a little brighter. The Hero simply figured that she had managed to get with a good partner while she was gone, which was frustrating, but not out of the ordinary. She lead the whole party to a brothel that she promised was fine to stay at. There was no 'work' required at all and of course it would be perfect camouflage.

As the party filed into the smelly Brothel a few things were apparent. There were a lot of girls, and it did not seem like all of them were workers. Some of them looked like patrons but were still having sex and serving just like anyone else. It was a far different vibe from an average Brothel. As they ascended the steps to the rooms and others were eyeing the stage, the Hero noticed tasteful paintings lining the walls of various women, mostly Beastfolk, some Elves and some Humans. They looked out of place in such a seedy establishment. As soon as they get into the room Kara subtly slips the Hero something to get him to sleep quickly and allows him to fall face forward onto the bed. She passes it off to Heilan, Vura and Jeane as him being very 'tuckered out' from the journey and advises that they should follow her down to kill some boredom by watching the crowd.

-

The moment Heilan got up to use the bathroom and she stepped away from the group she bumped into a rather large Gnoll male. There were many Gnolls in the city serving all manner of businesses that one might not expect. There were even hosts within the club and she even thought she saw a female Gnoll or two standing just as tall as the males with a bulge, of all things, in their pants. She assumed it couldn't be right. As she was looking around she bumped into a large Gnoll male. Her first mistake, though it was unavoidable. The man was dripping with what she saw to be charisma. In reality the Gnoll was simply big, strong and dominant, so anything he had to offer her felt amazing to her doggie brain. Her tail wagged, but he glared down at her and made her recoil slightly. Her canine ears drooped as she wondered what was wrong. He pointed down.
“You made me drop my Powder, Bitch!” He was holding small, rectangular overturned tray in his large paws and pointed down to a splotch of pink powder on the floor.

“S-sorry!” She waved her hands apologetically.

“Don't say sorry, lick it up, idiot. If I can't use it on my bitch over their I'll make another one over here...” He groaned, making it sound as if it was a huge pain.

“Lick...” Heilan's eyes widened. He was so demanding. She looked down, then looked back up. He got one glimpse at the look in her eye. His wide maw grinned and flashed shining white teeth. He gripped her hair between the ears and forced her down. Heilan was being assaulted, by all accounts, but her cunt was twitching from the sensation of being dominated so heavily and so unfairly by a random stranger. As he cheek was forced into the powder she let her tongue lap out from her mouth over the bit on the floor as she wondered.

'What is the worst thing that could happen?' That was her last thought as the Dog lifted her rear and began salivating and happily lapping up more of it until the floor was perfectly clean. She wagged her rear back and forth and felt an immediate, heavy, shudder-inducing orgasm rock her system.

“Yesh....” She moaned in a shaky tone. She was vaguely aware of her tail being grabbed, of the man let his cock fall between her exposed cheeks.
“W-when dat happen?” She wondered as her bare tits rubbed to floor. She rutted back against his cock needily like the bitch in heat that she was.
“Need need need need need!” She nodded her head ecstatically, her tongue flapping out of her bottom lip as she did. She felt a sense of spiritual fulfillment as his cock effortlessly slid down the crease of her rear, found her little pussy and pushed inside easily.
“Thish ish sho good...” She mumbled. There were two Gnoll fingers in her cheek.

“You want it to get better, fast?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Yesh yesh yesh!” Heilan begged, her tail wagging in his other hand as his cock pounded her cunt.

He reached up, dragged his wet fingers through another pile of  'Powder' and stuffed those two fingers back in her cheek. With his cock already inside of her and her body already feeling the effects of the stuff Heilan felt a shattering sensation of pleasure.
“I love Powder!” She moaned.

“Bark doggy!” He laughed.
“Tell me about it!”

“Woof woof! I love Powder! Woof woof!” She was no longer thinking. She was no longer aware. She was a passenger on a theme park ride that was her body under the influence. Every touch was pleasure, every sight was amazing. Every thought turned to motion without anything ever entering her mind. She had become a being of pure sensation and emotion, in love with it all.

-

“Shit, Where'd that girl go?” Vura wondered out loud. Their attention was dragged away from the show that was starting.

“I thought I saw her for just a moment...” Jeane claimed.
“She disappeared into the crowd.”

“That's not good, right, Kara? Kara?” Vura looked over.

The Fox shrugged, lifting her head from having taking something while they weren't looking. It seemed to have made her very happy and very horny. Her long swooshing tail swept back and forth rapidly. Her ears seemed on alert.
“I think it's fine!” Kara claimed.

“I don't think-” Vura paused. Kara was leaning in to kiss her and embrace her. It was something she always had an interest in, but the Human always assumed she'd be barking up the wrong tree.
“I don't-” She gulped.

“Don't think.” Kara advised, pressing her lips to Vura's and slipping her tongue inside. Vura wondered if it was normal to feel a supreme ecstasy when sucking on a beautiful Fox woman's tongue. It was certainly not out of the realm of possibility and explained why the Hero was so enamored, certainly. When Kara released Vura from the kiss the woman felt dizzy and slumped down onto the table. Her eyes widened and she stared at the candles in the chandeliers on the roof in wonder. She did not fight it when Kara leaned over her and drooled into her mouth.

The drug was not normal. It was not a chemical. It was barely a substance. It was Aura, and not just any Aura. It was shaped and designed and made insidious. Among all the things it was to many people, especially Kara and Vura in that moment, it was contagious. Kara leaked her saliva down into Vura's mouth. Not only was it erotic to the interested Human, it felt amazing and warm and slowly as her thighs rubbed together in a needy motion, Vura's mind began to crumble. She did not even Kara as Kara slid on top of her that her legs were spread by a man. As though she had no preference at all except a box ticked 'yes' she smiled as the man tore her leggings open and pushed his cock into her cunt. She felt longing for it as he left, alternating between fucking Kara and her.
“So good...” She moaned.

“I know, right!” Kara exclaimed, panting and sweating onto the woman beneath her. To Vura, even the sweat droplets that touched her skin triggered a pleasant little jolt as they soaked in. The insidious nature of the drug? It turned the one who used it into a Drug to those that were meant to be susceptible.

-

Jeane, being the responsible one, left before the scene with Kara and Vura unfolded. “Where did she go...” The Elf wondered out loud. She passed by a writhing mess of sweat and cum and saliva on the ground that was getting pounded into submission with her legs up. She could not see the girl's face but she disregarded the idea that it was Heilan simply by how different that girl being piledrived looked. The state she was in. It made no sense to the learned elf. As she passed her by unintentionally she landed in a particularly quiet spot within the Brothel. There was no writhing or moaning and no dancing or rutting to be seen. Just a particularly unattractive, gray-skinned man seated ona  disproportionately small stool painting an extremely adequate portrait of...
“Heilan?”

“Almost done.” He glanced back over his shoulder.
“I think that these are going to be some of my best work.”

Jeane approached cautiously and inspected the painting. In contrast to the respectable paintings on the wall, the one he drew was a lewd, broken mockery of the girl that Jeane knew. Her face was expertly portrayed, just as mask of dumb pleasure and vice. Mess and saliva and tears and sweat all vividly shown as if the thing was real. The Elf furrowed her brow and watched for a little while longer before noticing another Painting resting on the floor, propped up. It was Kara. It seemed a bit between how Heilan looked and how the done up Paintings were on the walls. Jeane stared at it blankly for a while, then her jaw dropped and she began to step back cautiously.
“No... No no...”

As she backed up she bumped into someone. The moment she turned she felt an odd twisting sensation in her stomach. The man painting was behind her, just over her shoulder. His sweat soaked into her clothes as she bumped into his body. She felt a little shiver come over her body as she became turned around.
“That doesn't work, Princess.” The man advised.
“But... You seem to know me.”

Jeane gulped. She stepped away, but not completely to avoid triggering the space again. “Zografos.” Within the world there were 5 Primal beings the trumped Elementals. They were supposedly entities of pure Aura. They had names and they had domains and they each had reasons why no mortal should every willingly cross their path or deal with them.
“Opulence, Excess and Creativity.”

“So many forget that last part. I appreciate it.” From the angle where she was standing Jeane could see him painting with only one hand. The other was stroking a purplish-gray, misshapen cock with foreskin pulled over the head. She started to feel an unusual shake cross over her. The girl was cold and uncomfortable and tired and sick all at once.

“W-what's happening...” She groaned.

“The man that is host to me now was a disgusting Ciar. Unloved by any in the capital for his lifestyle. He thought that he should be rewarded for a life free of hardship. That his fat and his lack of care for himself was a sign of his own success... I had a small part in that realization, but with my help I made others see it, too. I turned his body, every unloved part of him, into an irresistible drug. Now they treat him-”

“You.” Jeane corrected. The man shrugged.

“Like a God. The man is overwhelmed by the feeling of his own body... He can not think or function, so I have taken over almost everything else. It is unimportant for him to have any of that when I succeeded in giving him exactly what he wanted.”

“Exactly what I would expect from a Primal... Now I know for sure that-” Jeane's eyes widened as Kara, Heilan and Vura all came into view. The collapsed before the disgusting creature in worship, licking at his glistening skin like addicts. Heilan leaned down and kissed his foot, sending a shudder up her spine.

“Same for them. Happiness without limit.” He explained, turning around on the stool as the painting was taken down and replaced by a blank canvas.

Kara rubbed his member affectionately and ecstatically, gathering quite a bit of the 'Powder' that Jeane knew now was dried sweat and who knows what else. A potent drug from the body of the individual. A man that had died emotionally long ago in order to live in pleasure forever while a higher being took over everything else.
“Come on, Jeane.” Kara said in a singsong tone.
“Sniff sniff! Just a bit. You can go after that, right? You're strong, aren't you?” The Fox giggled, holding in her palm a line of the stuff.

“Aren't you cold? Don't you feel so baaad?” Kara teased relentlessly, bringing the stuff closer and closer to Jeane's nose.

In a moment of weakness the elf inhaled a bit of it unintentionally, then without thinking submerged her entire nose in it after that. She shuddered deeply and felt her face as an intense orgasm rocked her and brought her to her knees. She knew at this point that the feeling of the drug was fairly intentional. It  provided the sensation of being fucked in every feeling part of her body by Zografos, the owner of the substance.
“Even as intelligent as she was, Jeane crawled forward and salivated in a thick line as she went to him. She gripped his cock and felt like she was being stung by a jellyfish. Except instead of pain she was rocked by pleasure.
Jeane lost herself even more. It was the second strike. She knew she shouldn't, but she wanted it. She wanted more. She poked her tongue under his foreskin and dug around to find even more drug-like 'treasure underneath. She gasped and came again, lowering one hand to rub her cunt desperately.

“There we go...” Zog chuckled, patting her on her head. As Jeane climbed up to finally ride his cock and shatter her mind completely, Kara slid down and sucked on his balls like they were a treat. Her lips became swollen from touching them and were quite a bit more voluptuous. Heilan stood up and hung off him, kissing desperately at the corner of his mouth while Vura simply buried her face in his chest and got lost in his wondrous smell. Every part of him was a different drug absorbed in a different way. His sweat or saliva on their skin, his musk intoxicating them through inhalation and then finally whatever else that came from him, dried and concentrated into an insidious powder.

It was likely that without his direct presence a woman would simply lose herself and be easily controlled or manipulated by addiction for the rest of her life. With him there, however, it was an entirely different story. Jeane forgot about the Hero as his cock shoved inside. That itself was a drug. Like an injector that was directly pushing pleasure into her bloodstream. Fucking the Source, Jeane's brain fired a few more times then fizzled and essentially caught on fire as she nearly became a doll in his lap while under the influence. Behind him a rather telling paining began to form on the canvas of the Elf grinning lewdly, a cock stuffed between her lips while she flashed a peace sign.

-

The girls woke up with you the next morning. Much like them you felt like you were under the worlds worst hangover. You chugged water as it came to you next to the bed.
“W-what happened?”

Jeane smiled weakly. A look of guilt washed over her face that confused you. “N-nothing at all. We actually all just partied a little to hard together and you passed out.”

“Oh...” You bought it. Kara hugged you and licked your lips. You felt a shiver.

“W-what was that about?” You noticed Jeane looking away. Heilan and Vura were staring intently.

“We wanna go out again tonight. There's this awesome drug.” Kara explained carefully. All of the girls nodded, including Jeane.

“O-oh? Is that what laid me out? Should I try it with you guys?”

“No no. What's best for you is to be here while we explore ourselves in this place. Right?” Kara claimed. The others seemed in agreement.

“Now... Hold on, I don't think-”

Kara kissed you. “Don't think.” She offered softly, her Saliva affecting you like a drug.
“Just accept it, okay? We'll be gone a few nights and you're just gonna wait for us, okay?”

“O-okay...” You nodded timidly. There was a pleasant weakness in your limbs and a lightness in your head that allowed you to give in more easily.