"What, Astra?"
Renna was walking slightly in front of me, the Duchess maintaining her noble, elegant demeanor despite what had just happened, and I couldn't help but giggle softly as I looked her up and down, wondering how she felt and how she was able to go from that hungry, ravenous woman who was in heat to this cool, reserved Noblewoman who acted like she hadn't just taken me for the ride of my life.
Front and back too; she had changed the positions three or four times, ensuring I got a new sight each time I came so that she could keep me erect and raring to go for another round, something that we both wanted desperately in that moment and time.
"Oh, nothing... just observing how quickly someone can change thanks to the mood~! I mean... a certain someone seemed so~ very into it just a few minutes ago, and yet... here she is..."
She didn't even bother sparing me a glance as she kept walking through the city, ignoring me and the people as we made our way towards the Auction House for another piece of our business today, one that was a bit more... interesting then the others sounded.
"Astra..."
"Yes, my Duchess~?"
Renna just sighed before falling silent as we continued to make our way through the city, heading towards the mercantile area and going towards one of its many 'capitals'; one of the places that everyone with some extra coin in their purses visited whenever they had time, just to see if they could find something random that they might just need.
The citizens of Birchan were taken aback by this appearance of the Duchess, both because they knew who she was - some of them anyways - and also because she was practically shining in the sunlight, her beauty on full display whilst I, her curvy assistant, followed closely behind her clad in mystery thanks to the veil.
The amount of people I saw raise a brow or lick their lips was rather high, and it made me all the more conscious on the cum sloshing around in my womb alongside the fact that undoubtedly my cum was trickling down Renna's thigh right now...
Thankfully I wasn't a natural born futanari, so my arousal wasn't visible in the form of an erection, but there were still hints that I was horny, like my scent or the way I walked, which made a few of the people around us contemplate approaching us, only to back off when someone nearby told them to not be stupid.
I just hummed to myself as I enjoyed the afterglow of Renna's actions, the Duchess still being a bit jealous of what I did earlier, which made her so cute as she led me into the giant plaza in front of the Auction House, her posture and aura allowing her to cut through the crowd and head right on inside without missing a beat.
Right behind her, I admired her swaying hips and plump butt before focusing my gaze somewhere else when she glanced back at me, her eyes narrowed as she told me off silently, so instead I glanced at the various shops we were passing before we arrived in front of one of the shops that sold slaves.
Renna had a moment of clear distaste on her face as she stared at the entrance, but she masked it and went inside, where we found a tall, muscular Aviankin leaning against a counter groaning softly as a Rabbitkin in front of her throated her cock, the shackles on the slim woman's wrists, ankles and even her neck denoting her existence as a slave, and not a friendly one at that... and yet there she was, kneeling in front of that Aviankin pleasuring her.
Looking up, the Aviankin gave us a loose smile as she groaned "Give me a minute... my apologies, but...", her expression slackening even more as the Rabbitkin reached up and began to play with her balls and pussy, causing her Mistress to begin cumming right then and there as she buried herself deep into the slave's throat.
We both just watched this futanari give a slave a throatpie for a minute or so, the two basking in their shared pleasure before the futanari pulled out and rested her cock on the slave's face, taking a break for now as she instead began to do her job.
"Welcome, the name's Heather; how can I help you today? I assume you're looking for slaves, but... what kinds, what preferences do you have? We have a wide variety, from needy little cock sluts like this murderer here to some more average futanari and women hoping to escape debt by selling their services."
I looked at the Rabbitkin in surprise, the thought of such a small, pretty woman killing someone shocking me a bit, only for Heather to snort as she said "Yes, this slut right here murdered four people; appearances are deceiving, Miss. She won't be free for the rest of her life, and for the time being I'm training her to understand her new place in the world... one that she chose. Anyways, let me know what you want and I'll get you a list together."
"Debt slaves with contracts resting between two to four years, familiar with people and capable of learning basic jobs. Nothing sexual required, entirely focused on operating a business and working cohesively with others. Is that possible?"
Heather nodded slowly as she stared at Renna, the Aviankin narrowing her sharp eyes for a moment as she looked her up and down just as slowly, before snapping her fingers and asking "Lady Renna Poinset, correct? Thought I recognized you! Sorry for this; most of the time Nobles send their secretaries or other servants to come and see me. Let me just..."
Cleaning off her cock, Heather pulled on her pants and nodded to the side, sending the Rabbitkin slave away and leaving us alone as she beckoned for us to approach the counter, ignoring the lingering scent of cum.
"So you're looking for workers with longer contracts... yeah, I know off the top of my head we have a few, but I gotta ask; what kinda store are you running? Do appearances matter or no?"
Pulling out a giant ledger, Heather began to flip through the pages as she waited for Renna to reply, her heavy wings and displayed muscles causing me to nod slightly, only to smile as the Aviankin flexed and winked at me, able to sense my gaze even from beneath the veil.