As the day waned on, Charlotte had conjured up a plan. She needed a man to help her release the dam of her experience, and although right now she didn't have enough to reach the next level, she was still eager to find one before that time came, as that would knock at least one thing off the list of problems that she had to tackle.

Not waiting for anyone else to make up their minds, she separated from the group the moment they were back in town. Heading right for the Greenhorn door, she plucked her ascended fang pendant from between her tight bandages and wore it up front and in full view for the door's woman to allow her entry without any questions. That was the intent at least…

"Oh looky here, who's come with a little charm on her tits~" Hissing from beyond the door, Hissy watched Charlotte standing outside through the slit in the door. "What brings you out here, kitty cat? I thought you weren't like us, all straight and narrow and not an inbred half-child of those men! Kehkekeh~."

"Just open the door," folding her arms, Charlotte glared at the serpent's face. "Cats still eat snakes, just saying–don't test my patience, little sister."

"No fun still, I guess that hole's collecting cobwebs from the way you talk. Old lady with a horde of cats, that's what you sound like right now." Although she complained back, Hissy opened the door and moved to the side. "Go on, collect your smut or whatever you're here to get you grumpy big virgin."

Walking in and stopping next to Hissy, Charlotte stared at her for a moment. Staring right back, the naga was ready to bite her if she was given any chance.

"Oh, I wish you would try something," lowering her gaze to the necklace of the fang, Hissy smirked to herself. "Won't help your cause now, would it? They might just take that little charm off of you if you so much as tried to lift a hand."

Squeezing her fist, Charlotte swallowed her pride and kept walking. One wrong move and she would've proven herself unworthy to be part of the fangs. The group was meant to reflect that even the most violent of demi-human and beastmen can assimilate in everyday society, but to allow her anger to take over and throw a punch would muddle their message and paint them as the savages everyone thought them to be.

It didn't help that Charlotte was a leopard demi-human either, as they were amongst the most ferocious tribes run into in the forests. Led by a female leader, the pride would often take young men as prisoners. The women were, in their case, the worst-treated victims, as they were of no use and were consumed or fed to their lovers, while those very men were forced to mate with the bravest of female warriors.

Man, fantasy books were written about their tribes. Often portraying them as savages, although at times, the allure of being a sex slave to a tall and semi-muscular pale woman who only wore a loincloth was quite popular amongst men.

'Not enough to negate the negative stereotype though.' With that in mind, Charlotte made her way to her cousin's spot in the Greenhorn market–the only man who wouldn't dare try to make her jump through hoops or overcharge her for their services.

Her goal was clear–to buy the biggest pair of condoms that she could. Even if her days to be able to become pregnant may have been limited, she didn't want it to happen anytime soon. Besides, in her mind, the first time would only be Custer making her orgasm with his hands. That's all that would be, and despite that, she felt the need to bring along condoms…

'Just in case…' With a gulp, she readied her heart and met with her cousin in the dark corner where he kept his many slaves. Ignoring them for she'd seen far too many of the likes throughout her life, Charlotte tried not to feel bad as more often than not, slaves were either criminals or folks who needed more help than she had to offer.

"Wait, what?!" Shook to his core upon learning what she wanted, Croaker froze on the spot with his mouth hanging open. "You need a xxxl condom? What are you planning to fuck a horse?! And since when did you start fucking?! Did some spring cleaning or something? Cleared those cobwebs and now you wanna get back in the market for love?!"

"I'M NOT THAT OLD!" Grabbing him by the collar, Charlotte pulled him closer and grunted on his face. Her teeth, bare and as sharp as ever, were more than enough to tear through the reptilian's scales. "AND WHY DO YOU CARE?! YOU SELL PEOPLE FOR GOD SAKE! WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO JUDGE ME, YOU ASSHOLE?"

Holding his hand above his shoulders, Croaker looked to the side with a bead of sweat trailing down his neck. Gulping anxiously, he heaved a sigh and looked at her again.

"Fine! Fine… I was just worried. You know?"

"Fuck off, Croaker, I don't need to hear another word from a guy who used to fuck his own aun–"

"Oi! Where did that come from? I'm gonna help just…" Pulling himself away from her, Croaker adjusted his chains and dusted his fine fur coat. Then, with a glance up, he matched the leopard's gaze. "Give me a second to digest all this, will you? It's a lot to take in."

"Said no woman ever when talking to you."

"Ughh, whatever, just give me a second. I'll see what I have in the back…you bitch."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, I was just remembering our father." Passing things off with that remark, Croaker went into his wagon that was set up in an even darker corner.

Waiting for him in the meantime, Charlotte wondered and hoped that their fathers weren't the same as in her eyes; Croaker was a coward. But with no way of knowing which two of the dukes–one her father and the other his brother was related to them, they, as well as everyone in the kingdom, were intentionally kept in the dark about their parentages. Why exactly? Because brothers did not want the people to know which one of them was going around and having all these bastard children with so many different races.

This way, at least if one was blamed, the other could pass, and since the two were in on the plot, the cycle of blame was circular, and in the end, nobody knew exactly whose children were whose–not even the children themselves, as the mothers were subservient to their fathers or simply killed off if they were not.

'Yeah, maybe choosing Rudy wouldn't be such a good idea when I think about it.' Considering it all, Charlotte finally decided against pursuing her nephew, but would her affection towards him simply disappear? Perhaps it will, perhaps it won't, but first came the borrowing of Aura's master–something she was anxious yet excited for. 'It's finally happening, huh? First, Freya now me, oh gods–this feels like a mistake, but I can't help but want it!'

All those years of being chaste and now wearing a chastity belt, paired with the effects of the elixir, were finally catching up with her. And at long last, it was time for the leopard woman to shed her shame and enjoy what her body had been aching for–her own mate–one with whom she could fuck all day–just like her ancestors did with their slaves.

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