Reincarnated as the Only Human

Dama completed her third match in the same manner as the others; blitzing her opponents and getting them to surrender in mere moments, always leaving the crowd wanting for more theatrics even as they marveled at her raw prowess.

She too got an upgrade for her weapon; she had stabbed the Deerkin in the shoulder with her fang, curving it under the bone and yanking back, dislocating her arm in the process.

What her opponent dropped was a short steel spear, which made her grin widely as she returned to the waiting room.

All of the fighters looked at us both with intrigued gazes as we made our way to depart, Dama winking at the Doe that had done our paperwork earlier as we stored our weapons away and had them recorded.

Reaching the stairs, I was about to head up when Dama grinned at me, pointing towards the playroom as she asked ”Wanna unwind? I may have sworn off sex unless your Mother says its fine, but we agreed that everything else is fair game...”

Rolling my eyes, I glanced at the playroom door for a moment before nodding, my curiosity getting the better of me.

What would a pleasure slave be like?

What awaited us behind that door?

Following her inside, I was greeted with...

The sight of a normal enough brothel; curtained off areas ringed the room while three stages were situated in the middle, women dancing and displaying their bare skin as they called out for a fighter to pick and take them to one of the rooms.

Candles were lit around the room, emitting a soothing floral fragrance, while the scent of semen and ejaculate assaulted your nose instantly.

Looking around, I saw that the women all had metal collars around their neck, with a ring to attach a chain dangling from their throat.

An Orc fighter grinned at an Elf and pulled her to the side, her hand digging into the woman’s ample bosom before pushing her into the curtained area, moaning echoing out moments later.

The Elf seemed to have enjoyed that treatment, her eyes aglow with lust as she let the Orc take her away.

”Go on; pick a girl. They’re working out their sentences here.”

Frowning, I glanced at Dama, only to notice her prowling around the dim room, her eyes scanning around as she searched for someone to satisfy her cravings. ℴ

Stepping into the room, I looked around, taken aback by the variety; Orc women bursting with muscle frowned as people slipped past them, while short, petite Rabbitkin panted, their lipstick smudged.

Harpy’s displayed their colorful plumage, while Foxkin sat elegantly at the side, dressed in clothing that enunciated their beauty.

Dama reached down and picked one, stroking the Foxkin’s ears as she gestured for her to get up.

Glancing at me, Dama smirked as she sauntered over with her choice, the Foxkin standing beside her with clasped hands, ignoring Dama’s hand that groped her chest.

Looking around once more, my eyes landed on a woman around three feet tall, two small rounded ears atop her head.

She looked afraid of the things around her, constantly jumping at any noise, while a gray tail rested in her hands.

Smirking, I gently tapped her shoulder, making her jump as she looked up towards me.

Watching as she blinked at me, I chuckled softly before guiding her away, my hand resting on her back.

Slipping into one of the available rooms, I raised a brow as Dama entered as well, a smirk on her face.

”Mind as well save space for the others, hmm~?”

Shrugging, I focused instead on the woman beside me, asking ”Mousekin, right?”

Nodding hesitantly, she gulped as I gently guided her small hand onto my crotch, letting her feel my length as I slowly hardened.

Dama snorted at that, the Foxkin already kneeling in front of her as she pulled out Dama’s cock, her expressionless mask cracking for a moment as her eyes widened at the size.

”I’m guessing your just curious about the size difference then? Or did you develop something for those smaller then you when you mated with those Doe?”

Dama’s voice was filled with amusement as she stared at me, her hand idly stroking the Foxkin’s fluffy ears.

”Curious is all... though, I won’t deny the sight is rather arousing...”

Looking at the Mousekin, I gestured to the ground, saying ”Get me off with your mouth.”

She nodded, her face red as she kneeled in front of me; her head just barely reached my crotch, making me smirk.

Pulling my pants down, she gasped as my cock stared at her, still flaccid.

Watching her with great amusement, I rested my arms on the booths edge, waiting.

Gasping once again as it twitched, the Mousekin hesitantly reached up and wrapped her hands around my girth, her eyes wide as she stared at it.

”Come on little mouse... you need to work at it a little more...”

Shivering, she nodded again as she leaned forwards, her lips wrapping around my tip as her hands began to move.

Groaning lightly, I felt myself go fully erect under her administrations, surprising her once again at my length.

Looking over, I saw Dama mirroring me, her head resting against the booth as she let the Foxkin service her; which she did, with great skill.

Her hands were cupping Dama’s balls while her lips kissed Dama’s crotch as she took her length into her throat.

That fluffy tail of hers swayed side to side as she sucked delicately on her cock, which made Dama grunt.

Looking back down at my own selection, I watched as she pumped away eagerly at shaft, her hands wringing out my cock while her tongue danced on my tip.

Gone was the shy, nervous little mouse from outside; in her place was a dazed, heated woman who knew how to pleasure a cock.

Of course, I could tell that we would be here a while; it felt incredible, and looked even better, but in the end Camara’s lips felt perfect wrapped around my dick, as did Mother’s.

Thinking of my elder sister, I smiled softly as I wondered what she was doing, only to return to the present as the mouse moaned on my shaft.

Her jaw was widened out as she tried to take more of my length into her mouth, resulting in the desperate, watery eyes of a mouse who tried to bite more than it could chew.

Smirking, I grabbed her head and left her there, enjoying the way she worked at my cock, only to pull her off moments later.

Giving her a chance to breath, I returned her to her previous spot, finding I could reach just a little deeper.

My smirk widened as I noticed the little puddle beneath her, and I began to thrust myself into her throat some more, before grunting as she massaged my balls next.

With my length secured in her throat, I let out another grunt as I started to cum, pouring my semen into the woman’s stomach almost directly, each rope making her groan.

Dama finished a moment later, joining me as she grunted, the Foxkin’s lips secured around her shaft to ensure nothing leaked.

Unlike my mouse, who was coughing up cum as soon as I pulled out, only to gasp as I coated her face with the final rope.

Panting below me, the Mousekin sat in a daze, her lower body shaking slightly as the puddle grew in size.

Getting up, Dama and I pulled our pants up and began to leave, smiles on our faces as we started making our way back ’home’.