Easy let her wings flutter in the breeze as she looked over the railing at the city their ship was flying over. Mari held her by the hips to keep her from falling over again and shivered at the chill wind her so-called clothing failed to mitigate.

“I think I figured out why it's called the ‘Eighth City’,” Leira commented as she came out to lean on the railing as well.

On the ground, there were two keeps on hilltops surrounded by heavily urbanized city space. Each hill was surrounded by a circular main road, and between them, an intersection where the main roads connected. The city below them looked like a giant number eight and it seemed the locals had embraced it. Many gardens, parks, pools, and other features in the city were similarly made in the figure-eight pattern.

“Where are we going to be docking?” Easy asked nobody in particular.

“Those look like docks.” Astra pointed out a spot near the middle of the city but off to one side. “But we are in a holding pattern. So it depends on what Ving is yelling into the radio.”

Everyone on the forward deck turned to look into the bridge.

****

“No! You listen!” Ving yelled into the radio receiver she held with one hand while the other kept control of the ship. “We are here to land and do business. We have already survived an encounter by pirates that your city is honour-bound to deal with but haven't! I won't let you turn us away because you don't like the name of our ship!”

“This city does not want the services of degenerate women who would call their ship that word!” The dockmaster retorted.

“This ship is entirely crewed by women! What the fuck would you suggest we call ourselves to make people aware of that fact?! Lady?! We have that on the side of the ship as well!”

“You will not take that tone or use that language with me, woman!”

“Woman?! I am going to come down there and unman you with my teeth! Then we can see how you like being treated without respect!”

Liddy walked onto the bridge and hurriedly stole the receiver from Ving. “It is considered most improper to refuse entry of one with noble rank and this ship has a few on board. I am Lady Captain Liddy, and this is my ship. You will allow me to land or you will have committed an act that has, historically, started wars.”

“So have threats of violence!” The dockmaster replied in a condescending tone.

“If I wanted to threaten violence, I'd have used my crew who are renowned monster hunters, who have purged undead villages and haunted mansions, who have crushed a vampire and its thralls in the capital, to threaten you with something a great deal more immediate than a political disaster!” Liddy let her words hang.

“My apologies. I seem to have misunderstood. You are free to land.” The dockmaster almost mumbled his words.

Liddy smiled at Ving, who made an angry face as she let out a deep growl before getting to the task of landing the ship. They both heard a cheer from the forward deck as the descent started and saw monies being exchanged as people paid their bets.

****

Harriott was helping Hannah into her corset dress in the bar as Liddy came down from the bridge. Liddy looked appreciatively at the black and red dress and forgot what she had been doing as she admired its colour and how well it pushed the breasts up.

“I am almost into this thing, and I'm not letting you take me out of it already,” Hannah teased. She blew out her lungs so Harriott could finish.

“Sorry, what?” Liddy asked, finally figuring out where Hannah’s face was.

Harriott giggled as she tied up the corset that was finally in place.

“How’s my girl doing? I heard agitated Ving noises,” Hannah asked, her breath a lot shorter than normal.

“Oh, she's fine now. Just don't let her off the ship until after the dockmaster has scuttled off. I'd rather not have to hide bodies if it can be avoided.” Liddy licked her lips, her eyes having fallen back down to enjoy Hannah's breasts.

“Well, my dress seems to be as distracting as I had hoped, so it shouldn't be a problem,” Hannah replied. A bump in the floor told them they had landed.

Liddy took her time breaking her gaze Hannah before exiting the ship. Ving stormed into the bar on a warpath to follow her.

“Ving!” Hannah cheerfully called.

“Wh--” Ving froze as soon as her head snapped to look at Hannah to deliver a frustrated response. As her mind processed what she was seeing, the frustration melted away.

“I know men will like it,” Hannah started. “But I think I'm going to call this dress ‘girl bait’”

“I think that describes your breasts, or really any--” Harriott got cut off by Hannah placing a finger to her lips.

“I am not getting out of this dress, so you are going to have to go fuck my girl for me,” Hannah instructed.

****

Liddy was joined by Blaze on the dock as they waited for the dockmaster to arrive at the end of the ramp.

“One of these days, I want to land at a city where I don't have to argue over the radio,” Liddy grumbled.

“If people didn't have air defences all over the place and maintain high alert because of the wars, we could just land and simply inform them over the radio,” Blaze suggested as she leaned towards Liddy and gripped her bum.

“Don't think that hasn't crossed my mind,” Liddy mumbled quietly as the dockmaster arrived.

He seemed surprised to see both of them, then got distracted staring at their breasts. Liddy was thankful Hannah was still inside; her simple dress was far more casual and yet the man still seemed at a loss for words.

“Our permit?” Liddy prompted.

“Oh yes,” he stated with surprise as he came back to reality. “Right here.”

Liddy took the paper from his hand after he had finally fished it from the pocket of his old suit on his seventh try, not wanting to stop looking at Liddy or Blaze whose uniform showed even more skin.

“I’ve cleared you for any business needs. I didn't know you hunted monsters.” He paused to compose his guilty confession. “From the name of your ship, I thought you were here to whore yourselves.”

“We are,” Liddy stated flatly. “The monster stuff just keeps happening. Believe me, if I can get through this visit without any monsters or other emergencies interrupting my sex, I will be happy.”

The dockmaster stared dumbly at Liddy before glancing at the ship, but instead of going back to stare at Liddy he snapped his attention back to the ship.

Liddy looked up the ramp to see what he was looking at and saw Ving kissing Harriott in the doorway, both of their tops off and Hannah holding their heads together while each had an arm around Hannah's waist.

“Are they…” he trailed off. “You sell this?”

“No, I…” Liddy trailed off. “Emma!”

A few moments later Emma came out the door, wearing nothing but a towel and trying not to get in the way of the three women enjoying themselves. “Yes?”

“Get dressed now. I have an idea!” Liddy replied.

“Now now? Or after I'm done bathing now?”

Liddy sighed, “After you are done bathing.”

Emma turned around and glanced at Ving with Harriott before checking out Hannah. “Love the dress!”

****

Everyone was in the lounge when Liddy started talking, but they weren't looking at her.

“Yes! The dress is amazing, but those breasts should be familiar to every woman on board. By sight at least if not by touch. Now, I know the fact that we all have our own doesn't diminish our desire, but can we please focus?” Liddy was annoyed that her words only got a few cursory glances.

“Maybe you should wear this for meetings? I mean,” Hannah grabbed her own breasts. “It's not like you don't need the help.”

“Hannah, if you don't put a blanket on and keep the mutiny to a minimum, I will announce the arrival of Duchess Hannah Stirling and make you spend this whole visit stuck in well-supervised political events that redefine the meaning of the word drudgery. Take responsibility now, or I will pile the noble version of it on higher than a mountain.”

Hannah knew that while a Lady or lesser noble could be safely ignored, a visiting Duke or Duchess could not. “Well played, Trixie, well played.”

Ving, still topless, broke from her fondling of Harriott to fetch a blanket from a cupboard and was about to toss it to cover Hannah but got in its way first and covered herself in the process. The two of them were only visible from the neck up and it was obvious from the motions under the blanket that Hannah was having her breasts groped.

“Fair enough.” Liddy took the resolution for as much of a win as it was ever going to be. “Everyone, I know we all probably still need some rest so we won't be working today. We made a lot of money and I'd like to give you time to spend it. So go have fun and spread the word about us if you can. Emma, I have an idea that will need your help.”

“That dress isn't my size. If you want me to wear one like it, you will need to buy it for me.”

Liddy was nonplussed for a moment, “That wasn't my…” Liddy distracted herself with the thought of Emma in a similar black and red corset and dress.

“No, I didn't think so, but I figured it would be a good way to make you buy one like it for me.”

Liddy shook her head. “No, I want to know if that water mirror thing that lets you see what girls clients want can be used to watch people. Isn't that what it was for originally?”

“Yes, but I will need to expense the supplies. I've been buying my own stuff and I'm all out.”

“Fine. I am going to get flyers printed for us so you come with me to the market. I want a big mirror I can hang on the wall over the bar so anyone sitting there or on the stairs or even in the lounge can watch it. Then have it spy on a room where some of us are having fun.”

“Then what? Charge them for telling us what to do?” Cat asked, intrigued by the idea.

Liddy hadn't thought of that and her face betrayed it. “That's perfect!”

“It will have to be the nicest room. Not anywhere we might have clients,” Hannah started. “Yet one that we all like to have sex in… hmmm… what room would that be…” Hannah pretended to ponder.

Knowing grins began to appear around the room.

Liddy stared at her, annoyed that the idea she was so excited about suddenly necessitated the thing that bugged her most on the ship.

****

Inky found herself alone after the girls had gone their separate ways during the walk into the city centre. Vile had stayed behind to guard the ship with Tonna, until they had a handle on how well the locals treated Emberborn. She wore a white underbust corset dress that Vile had squeezed her into since Hannah had made it popular and loved how it contrasted with her skin. The silk covering her breasts struggled to hold onto them, yet was thick enough to still be somewhat modest. She laughed at the fact she was distracted by her own breasts after what Liddy said about all of them having their own.

When she did look up, she saw what looked like a street gang standing in her way. Her stance shifted instantly, letting her look behind her to see if anyone was blocking her escape. As she examined the men, who were suddenly noticing her, she realised several had to break from embrace to do so. They had been kissing. A few more rose up from their knees in front of other men. Inky suddenly realised why the group of men had been in a secluded alley, and that she had strayed rather far from where she intended to be. She decided to break the ice first.

“That's not at all the best way to take a man down your throat,” Inky scolded one of the men who had been on his knees. “It's a cock, not a candy. Don't just tongue the head. You gotta let the whole shaft fill your mouth!”

One man who had started to step forward to talk to her paused in surprise before speaking. “That wasn't what I was expecting.”

“Neither was I. Figured with so many men around me in a secluded alley that I would be the one sucking cock.” Inky laughed.

Again the man paused. He looked around at his friends, all wearing different attire to indicate their very separate jobs. “You won't tell anyone?”

Inky recognized the desperate hope in his voice, that he was terrified but saw a way out. “I will tell you that there is a ship docked, a brothel, full of women that nobody would think twice about so many men entering. Visit tomorrow, when we are open for business, and I will let you know what the Captain thinks. If she's all right with it, you can have your fun there in privacy.”

“You would do that?” one of the other men asked. “For us?”

“It wouldn't be the first time. Once, at this school, a friend of mine--” Inky paused to wonder if she should be telling the story when they heard a whistle blow.

“It's the police!” One man failed hard at whispering; it came out as a shout.

“--did something like this.” Inky rushed into the group and pulled out her breasts. “I hope one of you likes women enough to lift my dress and dive in.”

One man picked up Inky under her arms while his friend took her by the legs and felt her moan as he made entry into her.

“Cheer him on boys, your friend is ploughing a woman!” Inky couldn't whisper so she used her moans to speak as she felt her body fill with the man holding her by the thighs.

Catching onto the act, the men started to inspire their friend. They laughed as Inky took a man in each hand to massage their shafts while switching her mouth between them. Their act was in full swing when the uniformed officers showed up waving batons, suddenly caught off guard by discovering the woman in their midst.

“What's going on here?” the lead officer demanded, confused, looking at the men and then back at Inky.

Inky made a slurping noise as she pulled one of the men from her mouth.

“Book club.” Her voice was deadpan. “What does it look like?”

A bright flash and puff of smoke came from a man holding a camera. He seemed as surprised as the officer as to what they found.

“I want a copy of that picture,” Inky politely informed while still rubbing her hands over the slick shafts in them.

The officer rounded on one of his men. “You said these men were engaged in despicable acts! Not playing with some foreign strumpet!”

“Sir! They were!” The confused underling rapidly replied. “They meet all the time and only involve themselves! There aren't any women involved!”

“Oh really?! If a woman wants a group of men like this, do you think she would advertise it?! No! They probably always have women and just keep her hidden so they can keep getting their poles polished by some harlot! You are on slum duty, permanently! I just about falsely accused a bunch of men of indecency when they are just putting a woman in her place!” He turned back to the men and saw Inky had turned away to take the man on her other side in her mouth. “Gentlemen, I apologize for the interruption. You have your fun and I will make sure you aren't bothered again.”

After the officers left with their cameraman, the men in the alley were left dumbfounded. “Did that just happen?” one asked.

“No kidding right?” Inky freed her mouth to ask. “This is almost exactly like what happened to my friend. Though she had fewer men. I don't suppose I have to leave just now? Do I?”

The man who hadn't stopped thrusting into her during the whole ordeal groaned as he finished inside her. “I’m going to need a moment. But I’m not the only one who appreciates female company.”

Inky smiled as another man moved between her legs. “First though,” she got the man behind her to let go as she let go of the two men beside her. “This is how you do this.”

The men watched as Inky took the man into her mouth, slowly pushing him deeper until her throat bulged before pulling back to take a breath. She then licked the full length in between shorter thrusts past her lips and gave a tutorial on how to properly use one's mouth on a man. The men all stood around and watched, surprised at what she could do.

When Inky felt him ready to finish, she pulled him out and let him cover her breasts with his seed. “Now, of course, I don't expect any of you to be able to do this.” Inky laughed as she squeezed her breasts around the man and used his seed to lubricate it as it passed between them.

It was enough to make the man finish again and he almost passed out from his sensitive tip being stimulated in such a way. A friend caught him and helped him sit down.

The man who had held her before lifted her to her feet. “I've always wanted to do this,” he said as he took Inky by the breasts and started to lick them.

Inky had had many women lick a man's seed off her breasts, but never a man. She moaned at the attention as another man seized upon an opportunity to play out a fantasy; he knelt between her legs using his mouth on her to catch the seed of the man who had filled her. Inky giggled as another man pushed himself between the cheeks of her bum.

“This is something I’ve sort of done a lot,” he mentioned and waited to make sure Inky was okay with it before pushing himself inside her.

Feeling a man in her bum while another ate from her womanhood while her breasts were licked and nibbled by the man squeezing and teasing her nipples in his hands made Inky scream in climax. The idea that they were still putting on a show for anyone who may have lingered was a thrill for Inky, as each man took a turn with her in some way to help sell the story.

****

Hannah was mildly annoyed that Liddy had gotten the first batch of flyers finished so quickly. The print shop had been struggling for clients lately and was quick to serve. While Liddy waited for the rest, Hannah had to hand them out instead of running off. Her dress had attracted enough attention that more than a few men asked if she had worked at a local club. After giving them a flyer, she obtained directions to the club they had mentioned. Sex wasn't legal to buy in the city, so it seemed like a good place to get rid of the rest of her flyers before she went to do her own thing.

On her way through a park, she spotted a young woman on a bench wearing an old worn corset dress like her own but in a shade of dull blue. The woman clutched a bag to her chest and Hannah could see her struggling not to cry. It wasn't the first time she had seen someone with the look of suddenly being at the end of their rope. Hannah approached and sat next to her on the bench.

“You look like you might need a hug.” Hannah opened her arms to welcome the pretty woman into her embrace.

The woman looked over at Hannah, her eyes having the look of total disconnection to reality. It took her almost half a minute to process what she was seeing. “What did you say?”

“You look like you might need a hug,” Hannah repeated. “I've seen the look in your eyes before. Seems like life has been terrible for you recently or for a long time and just got a whole lot worse. Or both. Either way, I'd like to help. With hugs or violence. Hugs for you, violence for whoever hurt you.”

“It was my fault.” The woman sighed as she slumped her shoulders. “I went too far and now I have to pay the price.”

“Start at the beginning.” Hannah rested her arms, seeing that she wasn't going to hug.

“Mom died giving birth to my Emberborn sister. Dad died in the war years later. I started working at a wire office, but it wasn't enough to support both of us. So my sister sold herself to buy me this dress and get me started at a gentlemen's club. I’ve been saving my money to buy her back but it was so slow. I started doing things for clients I wasn't allowed to do and I just got caught. Fired, arrested, and my bank says all my money is gone. I have to pay a huge fine or go to jail and I have no way to get any money.”

Hannah took a moment to think. “Well, I have two options for you.” Hannah passed her one of the flyers. “You can work on our ship and get paid enough in a few days to cover anything you need to pay for. But, you seem to be doing it out of desperation rather than enjoyment so I’d say that's our fallback plan. First, we can try getting some revenge on your former workplace. If it's the one I am already going to, I'm going to be ruining their profit margins for the next few days either way, so might as well call it revenge. Then we go to the bank after and see if we can wrangle your funds back. Lastly, we look into freeing your sister.”

The woman was stunned and confused, looking at Hannah and then the flyer and back again. The flyer explicitly stated the legality of a brothel on an airship and Hannah certainly looked the part in her dress, but it still seemed unreal to her.

“It’s alright,” Hannah reassured. “I know getting ambushed with kindness can be disorienting. But if those illegal things you did are anything like what I do - and enjoy - then I have to do something to help.”

“You enjoy it?” The woman seemed surprised. “I just did it because I had to. How can you enjoy selling your body to people?”

“Well, to be fair, I was already giving it away for free most nights anyway so it wasn't much of a leap. But I really don't see it as any different than working in any other job. Hired for your body, only it's heavy lifting in a warehouse or using your brain in some kind of desk job. Now, I get that sex leads to pregnancy and that's a family thing, and that makes it more personal conceptually. So I don't judge people for wanting to keep sex a private affair. But who we have sex with is generally a choice, unless you are nobility and things get arranged. So if I can choose to have a husband and have sex with him, why is it so wrong to choose other men before I make any vows? I mean, marriage is essentially an agreement and promise between people in love, why not let the rules be whatever those people want?” Hannah realised she had digressed from the point. “I enjoy it because I see sex differently than most. If you do or don't, that's your choice to make. It’s also a lot of fun.”

“And so you want to get revenge on the club I worked at?” she asked.

“Well, if it's the one through the park and down that street,” Hannah pointed. “Then yes. It was already on my to-do list.”

The woman stood up and extended her hand. “Marcy.”

Hannah took the hand and shook it as she got to her feet as well. “Hannah.”

****

Emma struggled to restrain herself from buying everything in the magic shop. So many books, artefacts, and materials lined the shelves, but she knew she would never be able to carry everything she wanted. She decided to just get what Liddy needed and come back later with others. Her spectral hand made grabbing things easier but it wouldn't carry everything. She felt the eyes of the witch behind the counter on her often, and who smiled every time she glanced over. It amused the old woman to see someone so excited.

Once Emma had put everything she needed on the counter, the witch eyed her up a bit and nodded towards the back of the store. “You might be interested in some special items. Pretty little thing like you. Not often I see a woman dressed like that with so much money to spend on magic.”

Emma smiled. “Yeah, I get paid well to be pretty. What kinds of special items?”

The witch led her to the back of the shop and unlocked an armoire to reveal a number of strange looking items. “Not the sort of things amateurs look to buy. This one here might be suited for a woman in pursuit of physical pleasure.” She picked up a long piece of silver.

Emma took it and examined it. It looked like short a hook sword, except instead of being flat it was round with no edges. “What does it do?”

“Well, you put the hook part… inside you and then you can use it on another woman and feels like it was the real thing. If you are into other girls like that.”

“Well, not me personally so much but all my friends would like it. Though we already have something like this, but it's not magical. Though it looks like this might have trouble staying put. Our other one--”

“This will stay put. That's the magic part. It stays put until you are satisfied,” the witch assured her.

“I’ll take it. It will see some use on our ship,” Emma agreed.

Bundling all her purchases together after paying, Emma left the shop, thankful that she had that sort of money.

She had only gotten a few blocks before she started to get curious though. Ducking into an alleyway, she made sure nobody was looking when she took out the metal hook. Still doubtful it would stay in place, she lifted her dress and dropped her underwear. Then she carefully slid the silver hook inside, surprised to find the metal a warm body temperature rather than the shockingly cold as it should have been. She gave it a tug and closed her eyes as she felt the grip of her hands through the shaft.

Emma looked down to see if letting go would cause it to fall out when she was suddenly stunned at what she saw. It took her a moment to process the absence of the silver artefact. Instead, erect between her legs was the hardened shaft of manhood.

“Oh no no no no.” Emma wheezed.

She tugged hard to try and remove it, but her handling either hurt or felt good. Had she not known better, she would have mistaken it for the real thing. Remembering what the witch had said, she suddenly realised the truth of it. Emma tried to force herself to climax with her magic but it simply didn't work. She suddenly realised she was going to need some help and that would involve walking through the city with an engorged manhood between her legs.

Carefully, she manoeuvred it upwards so her dress could conceal it. Her underwear didn't fit anymore as she was suddenly aware the shaft wasn't the only part of a man she had between her legs. The new parts painfully objected to being confined in such a way as she did her best. Emma let out an exasperated groan and then quieted herself so she wouldn't attract attention. Shifting things around as best as she could, she tried to hide, but there was no mistaking the manly bulge beneath her dress. Holding her bags in front of her to cover it, she left the alley and tried to decide where to go. The ship was a very long way away and the witch had said only satisfaction would release it so she wasn't going back to the shop. Emma decided to stick with her plan and went to the printer where Liddy was waiting for her. It was hard even walking, as the dress rubbed against her erect shaft, and the silk stimulated her as it moved with her steps. On top of everything else, the longer she went, the more her low hanging fruit started to hurt.

“No wonder men are always in such a damn hurry!” Emma muttered as she panicked every time she felt a new set of eyes on her. She took the artefact that told her who was looking at her off to ignore the looks she would get any time for being Emberborn or an attractive woman, let alone when she was hiding something so embarrassing.

****

Hannah was happy that the bouncers at the door of the club admitted Marcy. They had exchanged sympathetic nods instead of forcing Hannah to draw the pistol she kept hidden in the rear of her dress.

Inside was a well-furnished bar and lounge where scantily clad women served drinks to men sitting around tables while watching the stage show. As Hannah moved down the stairs of the entryway, the whole room sitting below street level, she was stopped by a patron.

“My dear girl, your dress. I can only imagine the wonders hidden under it.” His eyes never once looking to hers.

“Lots of interesting things can be hidden in dresses,” Hannah replied with a friendly smile. “But if you want to see what I've got, bring your billfold.”

The man took the flyer she handed him and watched as she carried on down towards the stage.

“You must make a fortune,” Marcy commented in awe of Hannah.

“Money is icing on the cake for me. I enjoy it. Because I do, I got good at it. Both those things make me confident. And confidence is the key. Watch this.” Hannah walked onto the stage after the show ended.

The crowd whistled and hollered as Hannah gave a twirl to show off her long red hair Ving had put into curls earlier.

“Thank you, gentlemen. But I'm not the next act. I don't even work here. I'm actually just here to let you know that this establishment forced one of their own girls onto the street recently because she tried too hard to make enough money to free her sister from slavery. Now, I understand there are laws about selling sex, but--”

Hannah saw the muscle coming onto the stage to remove her. Hannah drew her pistol and the bouncer froze. “I’m not done yet.”

She returned her attention to the crowd. “Simply put, you should probably stop punishing people for acting out of desperation and do something about whatever is causing the desperation in the first place. That being said, if you do want to pay for sex, please do so on an airship where it maintains its own laws. Like the one I work on. Starting tomorrow, anyone of you with a fat enough wallet can get this dress off me and enjoy what's barely hidden underneath it.”

Hannah tossed the rest of her flyers into the crowd. “There are a lot of different women on board who would love to do what it takes to please you without any oppressive restrictions. Thank you!”

Hannah marched off the stage and took Marcy by the arm up the stairs to leave. She looked back to see the men gathering up and passing around flyers. Hannah knew Liddy would be annoyed at her just tossing them into a crowd, but it was an ideal crowd -- and word of the display would spread quickly.

****

Liddy was annoyed that her flyers needed a reprint after the ink had run on the second batch. It became apparent why the printer was struggling to find business. Her mood switched to slight worry when Emma came running into the shop with a panicked look on her face.

“What's wrong Emma?” she asked, holding the elf by the shoulders and looking at her to see what might be wrong.

“I did something stupid and now I have an emergency,” Emma whispered.

“Damn it, Hannah! I – oh, wait, sorry. Reflex.” Liddy paused to gauge her joke on Emma's face, who smiled slightly and calmed down a touch. “Sorry for that. I wanted to see how bad it really was.”

“It’s a sex emergency. I need it… now,” Emma whispered.

Liddy smiled. “Oh, well, that's less of a worry. Did you drink a potion that gets you uncontrollably wet or--” Liddy paused as her hand that had moved between Emma’s legs to test her womanhood found something else. She looked at Emma with stunned shock. “No.”

“Yes,” Emma mumbled.

“No, no, no. It can't be,” Liddy felt around some more to make sure she wasn't imagining things.

“Yes!” Emma shouted a whisper. “Can you please take me someplace private? It won't come off unless I get satisfied.”

Liddy quickly pulled Emma by the arm into an office she had been offered to wait in while they reprinted the flyer and locked the door. She took the bags Emma was holding and set them down to see the bulge in the middle of Emma’s dress. “It looks long... and big!”

“It is!” Emma shouted in a whisper again. “Bigger than it really should be for me, but it hurts so much. At first, it was a dull throb, but the longer it goes, the more it hurts.”

Liddy whisked the dress up and saw the lace underwear struggling to restrain something it wasn't meant to contain. “Well, that might be part of the problem.” Liddy pulled off the underwear and heard Emma sigh a bit.

“Better but--” Emma got cut off as she felt the shaft pulled out of her dress and suddenly plunged into wet warmth. She looked down to see Liddy’s lips locked around the end.

Liddy pulled back, “Feels like the real thing to me. Can you feel it?” She asked before licking its full length.

“Yes I can feel it all and--” Emma muttered a buzzing noise as Liddy got to the tip with her tongue. She felt her toes curl at the intensity of the feeling. “I had no idea.”

Liddy had a hard time feeling bad about Emma’s situation and felt guilty about it. The manhood looked flawless, its connection to her body was perfect and the skin tasted the same as any other part of the elf. She worked the shaft down her throat quickly and felt the tiny hands on the back of her head urging her on. Liddy reached under her own dress and pulled off the now wet underwear she was wearing.

“This isn't at all how I expected this to happen,” Emma muttered as Liddy stood up.

“Can't say I expected this either, but I'm happy to make the best of it.” Liddy pushed Emma to the floor and straddled her.

“Really? You think this might work?” Emma asked as he felt her new body part being enveloped by Liddy, who slowly slid herself down on top of it.

“Hopefully not too quickly.” Liddy bounced her hips over the elf.

Emma groaned in pleasure and a touch of annoyance, “You are enjoying this way too much. I'm the one who needs to get satisfied.”

“Good point,” Liddy grinned as she pulled Emma’s breasts free from her dress to grip them tightly and tease the nipples.

Emma moaned hard, no longer annoyed at all. She started to move her hips and thrust into Liddy, feeling her flesh all along her shaft moving fast and hard. Returning the favour, she pulled Liddy’s breasts free but gripped her arms instead when the pleasure was building. She watched the breasts bounce above her as the face with blonde hair hung over her. She gasped, “Oh, what's--”

Liddy slammed herself down hard, getting Emma as deep into her as possible, and putting her hand over Emma's mouth as she screamed into it. Liddy felt the flow of seed come through the shaft and burst inside her with almost harsh force.

Emma moaned and cried as she too felt the seed pumping through her and into Liddy. Her whole body shuddered until she felt utterly drained. As she finally started to rest, with all the pain gone, she felt something fall out of her. As she pushed Liddy to the side, she saw the silver shaft still buried in Liddy but finally free of her body.

“Looks like it worked,” Liddy commented casually.

“That was not at all how I am used to having sex,” Emma replied. “I'd rather be the one having a shaft put into me.”

“That can be arranged,” Liddy pulled the one end of the silver artefact out of herself and hooked the other into her. In moments it shifted into an erect manhood and Liddy finally had what Emma preferred her lovers to have. “The girls on the ship are never going to get any more work done now, are they?”

“Why did you do that?!” Emma gasped.

Liddy slid herself into the elf and shuddered at the strange yet pleasurable sensation. “Just doing what you like the best. How's it feel?”

“So strange, but so good. Like my body is just remembering how its supposed to work.” Emma gripped Liddy by the hips to pull her inside again.

“Let me remind it,” Liddy lifted Emma off the floor and hooked her arms under her thighs.

Emma was lain on the desk in the office and looked down to see Liddy thrusting into her, the manhood a subtle shade different in the skin colour to match the fairer tone of Liddy. The rapid thrusting didn't last long before Liddy moaned hard and felt her shaft filing Emma with her seed.

Liddy groaned in annoyance. “No, that was over too quick! I wasn't done yet!” She paused. “Oh god, I suddenly feel so guilty over judging so many men now.”

****

Hannah walked into the bank with Marcy. “Got a bank book or something?”

Marcy fished a small book out of her bag and handed it to Hannah. “Here.”

“Thanks,” Hannah said with a friendly smile.

They waited in line for a teller to be free, collecting looks from anyone whose vision they passed into. When one was free, they walked up to the desk. Metal bars separated them from each other, save for a small slot where they met the desk to exchange papers.

“Hello. How may I help you?” the teller asked, trying to remain professional as he blushed, while occasionally glancing at Hannah's bust.

“My friend here has had some trouble withdrawing her funds. I was hoping you could rectify this for me.” Hannah passed the book through the slot.

The man inspected the book for a moment, looking at Marcy before looking at Hannah’s breasts again. Then he left to go into the back where he could verify the account. When he returned he handed the book back. “This account has been closed. There are no funds to withdraw.”

Hannah inspected the last entry in the book, “Not according to this. Since you didn't deny the authenticity of the book, I can only assume you have made a mistake. Do you not mark bank books of accounts that are closed?”

“The account has been closed, ma’am.” he repeated.

“Prove it.” Hannah fired back. “Either show me where you marked in this book where the funds were withdrawn by the owner of the account or provide me with the documentation concerning the closing of the account.”

“I have nothing to show you or the whore.” The man almost spat.

Hannah was officially done. “Firstly, I am a far bigger whore than she could ever be. Though I do prefer the term harlot. Secondly, unless you provide us with proper documentation I will have you and this establishment charged with theft.”

The man caught off guard by her response, recovered quickly. “Nobody is going to follow up on those charges.”

“They will if I scream robbery,” Hannah countered.

“A hysterical woman screaming alone in a bank is not something the city guard will bother with.” He sneered.

“You know what, you are absolutely right.” Hannah agreed as she pulled out her gun and fired three rounds into the ceiling. “Robbery!!” she screamed.

People both inside the bank and out started to scream and flee.

“See, it's the gunshots that really sell it,” Hannah commented playfully, gesturing with her pistol before putting it away.

The teller was crouched behind the desk when two guards came in. They looked ready for a fight until they saw Hannah and Marcy standing, waiting. Not seeing any danger, they came closer to the women.

“Ladies, we heard people screaming about a robbery as they fled the bank.”

“Yes!” Hannah shouted, gesturing at the teller who was peaking over the edge of the counter. “This thief has stolen my friend's money and refused to return it.”

Before the guard could form a response, his partner tapped him on the shoulder and pointed upwards. There they could all see the three bullet holes in the plaster. The guard coughed to cover a laugh and his grin. He extended his hand, palm up, and beckoned to Hannah who placed her pistol in his palm. He looked at it, then back at her.

“And here I thought only the old men had stories to tell. This will be a good one.” He turned to the teller. “Is there a reason you stole this woman's money?”

The teller was stunned that the guard wasn't taking his side. Pointing at Marcy, he exclaimed. “She’s a criminal!”

The guard looked at Marcy, who pulled a paper out of her bag and handed it to him. “The book?” He pointed at the bank book Hannah was holding. Once Hannah had given it to him, he looked at both items. “Looks here like she owes the north duke some money.”

“Wait,” Hannah interrupted. “North?”

“Oh, first time in the city?” The guard smiled at Hannah. “We have two dukes, both have the same family name and so we just call them North and West. The city is on an angle, they couldn't agree on compass points. Long story.”

Hannah gave her head a shake, sending a jiggle through her bust that the guard appreciated.

“So it looks like this woman has the funds to cover her fine, but you aren't releasing them. That is indeed theft, but more accurately, theft from the duke. Today is a good day for me. Meeting a lovely woman, getting a humorous story, and a major arrest of anyone involved in theft from nobility. It’s going to get me a nice fat promotion.”

“Wait!” The teller screamed. “Let me get the… woman… her funds. Let that be the end of it.” He ran off before anyone could stop him.

The guard handed the pistol back to Hannah. “Zack.”

“Hannah,” she replied.

The teller returned with the money, put it in a bag, and took the book from the guard to mark it closed on each page. He passed both through the slot and backed away from the counter with his hands up in surrender.

Hannah curtsied politely and left the bank with Marcy and the guards behind them. “So, no promotion then?” She asked once they were outside.

The guard waved to the crowd of onlookers that the situation was over. “Are you kidding? Only a year on the job. If I had arrested anyone in there, even just the teller, I’d have been conscripted to the front by tonight. I'm just happy most people don't know that. Still, the story alone was worth it all.”

“I suppose we can pay my fine now? So I won't have to worry about going to jail?” Marcy interrupted.

“What was the indecency charge for?” Zack asked.

“Selling a bit more than I should have at the gentlemen's club so I could free my sister from slavery faster.”

“Oh, I'm sorry you had to do something like that. For any reason.” His expression turned to pained sympathy. “Don't worry about it, let’s go get your sister. We can take you to the station to get the charges dropped. People really need to get told about the Zero Malice law.”

The blank stares from the women suggested they needed more information.

“It all started when nobles killed doctors for failing to cure their family members. It essentially says things are forgivable if you didn't mean to hurt anyone. Patients die, doctors can't save them all. Doesn't mean they are murderers. These cities went without any doctors for years because they all fled until we wrote that law. Ironically enough, the first doctor to treat the duke who killed so many other doctors did actually murder him. But nobody actually accused him. In this case, you were doing it to save someone. Not because you were depraved enough to want or enjoy it.”

Hannah looked away trying to seem innocent.

“You really think so?!” Marcy was surprised.

“Yeah,” Zack looked at Hannah, who immediately understood he was only helping Marcy to impress Hannah. “My partner can take you in to get it all worked out.”

Hannah was suddenly wondering how to compose a polite rejection and if she should do it after they had sex or not. “That would be wonderful! Thank you so much, Zack! You certainly are a fine man.”

“My pleasure,” he replied, utterly ensnared on Hannah’s hook.