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A faint breeze stirred the dust on the shop floor as the door opened. O'khuno frowned as a few leaves swept in; but that was the price to pay for running the sort of shop she did. It wasn't like they were going to let a weapons merchant of questionable stocking choices operate in the main arcades.

The tawny-furred miqo'te looked up and down at the au ra shortstack that had just walked in. She looked quite confused. The look wasn't a terrible surprise to O'khuno. After all, the main floor of the shop was decorated as the living room of an apartment. She sat in a beat-up wooden chair with scuffed red upholstery. Several cabinets and dressers lined the wooden walls, with a table in one corner and a plain black woven rug resting in what was vaguely the center of the room.

"I... I think I'm in the wrong place," the adventurer said finally. She began to turn around. "Sorry to barge in on your house."

"You're here for weapons?" she called back.

The au ra paused, halfway through turning the knob. Red and yellow eyes, one of each, swept back to meet the miqo'te's. "You're O'khuno?"

She spread her tawny arms wide. "The very same." Her mouth split into a wide grin. "This must be your first time visiting one of us," O'kuhno said, pushing out of the chair. "Were you expecting a shop with a shingle on the door, and illegal weapons on racks on full display?" she teased, walking out to the middle of the floor to face her. At her face, she continued, "Don't worry, I'm only teasing. May I ask your name and what you're here for, and then we can get down to business?"

She paused. "Cyril Nax-"

"Ah ah! First names only please, it's better for both of us that way," she interrupted. "Sorry for cutting you off there. It's always best to be safe."

Cyril nodded.

"It looks like that's a rifle," she said, gesturing at the weapon slung over her shoulder. "You're here about ammo, then? I'm afraid I don't carry any guns in this location."

She managed to find her voice. "Um, yes. Someone mentioned you as having the best stuff available," Cyril said.

"That's true. Did they mention anything else about me," she asked with a grin just shy of predatory.

'Er... They also said to be careful."

"That's also true." O'khuno jerked her head towards a closed door behind her. "If you're still interested, we can step into my office and discuss payment for whatever ammo you'd like."

With a shrug that seemed to say 'I'm already this far,' Cyril nodded. "Sure, but shouldn't I tell you now what I want?"

The miqo'te grinned at her. "Once you tell me what you can afford, I'll tell you what's available. Come," she said, padding over to the doorway. Cyril followed her, into what was very obviously a bedroom. A bed that could easily sleep three dominated the space. There must have been a dozen pillows on there, resting on top of the expensive-looking covers. It was much nicer in here, she realized. Two finely carved dressers flanked either side of room; while the silver lamps on top provided a soft glow.

"...This is your office?"

"I have performed a number of transactions here," she responded, sitting down on the bed. "And all of my clients have left with what they wanted. Now then," she said. "It's going to be a hundred thousand gil."

"Wha-" Cyril began.

"And, you're going to need to strip." It wasn't a question.

"...I beg your pardon?"

O'khuno grinned. "Didn't they warn you about me? I take my payment in gil and bodies. Both, mind you, not one or the other."

Pale grey lips pursed together. "...Fine," she said, producing a hefty sack of coins from one of her pockets. She tossed it to her, then set about disrobing.

The miqo'te hefted the sack. Satisfied, she set it on one of the dressers and turned back to watch the au ra strip. She'd already taken off her armor. It was piled somewhat neatly towards the door, and she was just pulling off her boots. White socks were quickly removed to reveal pale, slender feet. Long fingers began unbuttoning her shirt and the dusting of black scales on her chest was revealed as the shirt parted. Smaller, easily palmable breasts jiggled slightly as Cyril tossed her shirt on the floor.

"There," she said with a blush, tail twitching awkwardly behind her. "Is this enough?"

O'khuno frowned. "You're still wearing pants. Why stop now if you've come this far?"

"...I'd really rather keep them on..."

"The pants are off or the deal is off. No refunds, either." She stared at the shirtless au ra.

Her blush deepened, and she began fiddling with her pants. They dropped to the floor in a pool around her feet. The bulge in the front of her underwear was plainly visible now.

"The panties, too." She made no effort to hide the hunger in her voice.

Two thumbs hooked into either side of her black panties and she tugged them down. Her soft cock flopped gently as she took off her underwear and kicked both to the side.

"This is such a lovely surprise," the miqo'te gushed. Her own hands were busy disrobing, but her eyes never left her customer. "It's so rare for me to get a buyer like you... Come here," she said. In direct opposition to Cyril, O'khuno's clothes had disappeared in what appeared to be instants.

The au ra stepped forward tentatively, tail still twitching anxiously. Tawny-furred hands reached up to cup her breasts softly. Her smooth palms roamed over the pleasantly sized breasts. Soft fingertips trailed along her skin in a slow groping motion. A stiffness began growing under her palms, and she diverted her fingers to play with the newly-stiffened nipples. "This isn't so bad, is it?" Her response was cut off as the miqo'te reached down and started playing with her cock. A soft gasp was all that she managed as her soft hand gently squeezed the organ. Her thumb rubbed along the base of her shaft, while her fingers dipped down and started rolling her testicles around. Blood began pumping into her cock, and she felt it grow into a proper erection. It poked a couple inches up from her coiled fist as she stroked up and down.

"Just the right size," she murmured. She looked back up at the au ra, who was now glowing with embarrassment. And, if the wetness that had begun leaking onto her hand was any indication, arousal too. "Lay on the bed," she said. "You're so pent up, you poor thing," she said as Cyril climbed on and laid on her back.

O'khuno shifted to where she was kneeling between the au ra's legs and grabbed her cock with her left hand. "Try and relax a little bit, enjoy yourself," she said before ducking her head down. An incredibly warm tongue reached down to lap up the pre she'd already dribbled out. She swirled it around the rim of her head before taking the organ into her mouth; her soft tongue sliding wetly down the bottom of her cock. Cyril's cock was long enough to bob her head down on, but short enough that she didn't have to warm up for deepthroating. And, it was just the right thickness for her mouth.

Gasps and shudders from the au ra told her all the spots to hit as her mouth explored around her dick. The au ra was quite productive; her precum soon exceeded the amount of saliva that she was producing and made for quite a nice lube. She dragged her warm tongue up and down the slick shaft. Occasionally O'khuno would park her lips at the scaled base of her cock and reach her tongue out to lap at her firm balls.

One hand dedicated itself to caressing those testicles, fingers rolling the roiling orbs around in her palm while the tips of her fingers gently played with the skin. She switched tactics, changing from bobbing up and down to focusing on the head. Her tongue slid effortlessly around the corona of her cock. Pre constantly bubbled up from her shaft and the miqo'te made sure to catch every drop.

Her shaft began to throb as it grew even harder than it already was. Truth be told, O'khuno had expected the au ra to cum much, much earlier than this. Cyril's breathing shifted to the breathy gasps of someone teetering on the brink of orgasm. She fought the urge to edge her. Instead, she increased the suction in her mouth just a touch and plunged back down into her crotch. Her head bobbed up and down furiously, tongue dragging along her frenulum. The hands on either side of her began clutching the covers as she writhed.

Cyril inhaled sharply and then went near-still; hips gently thrusting up and down. O'khuno dragged her lips back up to the head of her cock and eagerly gulped down the cum shooting into her mouth. Just a hint of salt, though most of was her own blend of savory. The miqo'te licked her softening cock clean, then looked up at her customer.

Her eyes were closed, scaled chest heaving, Cyril's formerly neat hair now a wild spread on the pillows. She noted, with some amusement, that her hands had yet to unclench. "So tell me," she said, scooting up to lie next to her. She laid on her side, one hand propping up her head. "What sort of ammunition were you thinking of?"