{The form Thyra had taken was that of a male. So, from now on, I will denote Thyra as 'he'. I will revert to 'she' after Thyra undoes the skill.}
"So you like it?" Like any other woman, Triska had a proud smile on her face.
"Your beauty is mesmerising."
What Thyra did not anticipate was how easily the woman in front of him would blush at his simple compliment. And Thyra couldn't help but tease her.
Thyra stepped forward, saying, "I really hadn't seen such a proud and beautiful pair before."
Triska felt Thyra's hot breath tickling her breast as he spoke. She didn't want her lower apparatus tightened against the leather as goosebumps appeared all over her breast.
'I am sure he has noticed it,' She was sure about it and quickly turned her back towards Thyra.
She is the princess of the Ardour kingdom. Although her mother was the king's consort, she didn't have much intention of joining the fight for the Royal harem.
However, Triska was the first futa of the generation. Even if she didn't want to covet the throne, those who coveted the throne wouldn't let her be. They tried to kill her even before she could walk.
Her kind mother raised her like a proper lady from childhood. But the enemies didn't have any intention of letting her live. When she was just ten, her mother was killed.
Then, that man took her in, training her to become a knight. She followed him to the battlefield even before her coming-of-age ceremony.
He was the only person she loved. They fell in love, and that man made her feel like a lady again. All she ever wanted was to live a happy life with him. But they didn't let her.
The month before her coming-of-age ceremony, they tried to kill her. Again, he saved her. However, it cost him his life. That day, she died as a woman and began to live as a futa princess.
And the fact she was the first futanari of her generation didn't help either. In every generation, the first prince, the first princess, and the first futa had the most claims on the throne.
Only she remained after the first prince was paralysed from the attack and the first princess was assassinated.
She still didn't want the throne, but she secretly gathered forces to take her enemies down. After the coming-of-age ceremony, she was married to her wife. And to make a connection, she had taken a few more wives.
Even if she stopped living as a woman, she still needs to deal with the stress that builds up in her over time. That is also why she had to visit these places occasionally.
Being a futa was a sign of royalty. As a result, they would show respect to her but treat her like a prince instead of a princess.
'This guy is the first one to treat me as a lady,' If Thyra could see her face, he would have noticed that her face was as red as a tomato.
'You are a princess. You should act like a proper lady,' Although she wanted to calm herself down, her meat shaft was throbbing in excitement against her leather trousers.
'Calm down,' Her self-talk didn't help either. A couple of times, her partner would lose motivation after encountering her wand. And she wanted that to happen.
"Triska, do you want me to help?"
"Ehh!" Triska let out a squeak before quickly controlling herself, saying, "There is no need. Let me…"
Triska didn't get to end her words before Thyra appeared in front of her. Thyra, who didn't know what was going through Triska's mind, thought that because of her boner, it was hard for her to remove the leather trouser.
"Let me help you." Thyra didn't wait for a response; instead, he started to open her belt.
"What are you…" Triska didn't end her words. She was surprised that even though Thyra was a man, he wasn't showing any disgust towards her penis.
'Could it be that the high-level brothel trains them to serve not just women but also men.' She was a little curious. She looked down to notice that Thyra was removing her trousers with excitement.
"Do you serve men too?" Triska couldn't help asking.
It was true that Thyra was excited. He was excited to see another futanari. Even if he was futanari, she couldn't cheek herself. On top of that, he lacked a full-length mirror. More importantly, he wanted to see how Triska was different from him.
'She really wants to do it?' Just like his excitement was misunderstood, she, too, misunderstood Triska's intention. He was sure he had the ability to escape if things went south. So he decided to play along for now.
"We are trained to satisfy our client in any way possible."
"Anyway?" Because of the close proximity, Thyra noticed her penis throbbed when she asked her the question.
'She is peculiar. She could have easily hired some attractive women and had as much fun as her heart could handle. Yet she has to go and find a man to break him.'
"As long as the client is happy," Thyra said.
"Good," Triska's voice was full of excitement. She moved Thyra's hand away and opened her already loosened trousers. Like a broken seal that sealed a demon, it let out one.
'That is a healthy one.' Thyra was impressed. But it couldn't help him wonder if all the futanari had the big one.
As he was getting his thoughts right, Triska had already stripped naked and walked towards Thyra. Although he didn't want to, Thyra stepped back by instinct. Even though he wanted to check on her more, he knew it was time for him to leave.
"Where do you think you are going?" However, before he could do anything, Triska held her hand and dragged him to the bed.
Triska almost threw him on the bed. Thyra supported himself on the bed but quickly turned to sit on it. Due to some realistic assumptions, he had no intention of showing her back entrance to this woman right now.
However, Triska didn't come to him. Instead, she said, "Make it hard," Before moving towards her dress.
'Make it hard?' It would be wrong to say Thyra wasn't surprised. He couldn't help wondering whether the woman before him had some kind of fetish.
A fetish to fuck a man while his dick is hard. Thyra didn't know, but he was sure there was some kind of name for that too.
Thyra wasn't sure if he could make it stand with just a single word. Even if he could, he was sure he wouldn't be in this situation.
He continued to check on her, trying to find the time to jump out the window. However, he noticed she had pulled something out of her dress.
"Is that some kind of Viagra?" Thyra couldn't help but wonder.
It was a round pill the size of a strawberry. She popped that thing inside her mouth and swallowed with a little struggle.
She was still uncomfortable as it went down her throat. After she steadied herself, she asked, "Haven't you seen another noble lady take one before?"
"What?"
Despite his curiosity, she didn't explain it, urging, "What are you doing? Why isn't it hard yet? Don't ever think I would put that thing in my mouth."
"Huh!" That was all Thyra could say.