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While Wiz was seemingly meek and softspoken by every standard, remarkably, she certainly knew how to use her tongue. Not as a successful shop owner and convincing dealer of cursed, magical items, but rather more like a whore.
Wiz's long brown hair was wrapped around and clenched tight within the grip of Kazuma's, her business partner's hands while he bobbed her head back and forth. Setting a rough, furious pace, he delighted in the tight, wet, but not quite heat of her drooling mouth, engulfing and massaging his cock.
Kazuma didn't know if Wiz's gag reflex was gone entirely, but unlike the poor student he had once been in his former life as a NEET, he gladly saw fit to put her to the test!
With each brutal thrust, she gazed up at Kazuma, doing nothing to hold back her tears. And finally, giving a deep guttural grunt of primal pleasure, he pressed Wiz's face hard into his groin and held her in place.
Wiz's nose was an itch she could neither reach nor scratch, buried in Kazuma's pubes, and his balls were twitching against her chin. The head of his cock poked the back of her relaxed throat, and as he shot his heavy load, it was from there that his pearly cum ran down and leaked out the bottom of her neck...
Properly spent at her expense, Kazuma pulled Wiz off of his cock, and was pleased that not a single drop of his seed dripped off her lips. Pouting lips which he happily smeared with a final squeeze of his hand, ran along his length.
Satisfied, Kazuma gave back and returned Wiz's head.
Almost.
He tossed it near enough on the bed she owned in the back of her shop, next to her clothed, voluptuous, and decapitated body. But as he continued to stare at her lying their, paralyzed and ripe for the picking as it were, rather than help reattach Wiz's head, Kazuma walked over and began removing her purple robes instead.
Mouth agape, trying to avoid cleaning the disgusting glaze on her lips, she gave him a confused and questioning look.
"One million Eris. That's what you got in exchange for giving me some 'head.' I'll let you keep another five million off the cost of my latest invention to use your body too," Kazuma shrewdly offered. "I know you can't speak in your current condition or perhaps, predicament, so blink once for yes and twice for no."
For all her unnatural strengths, Wiz was in no position to actually refuse if Kazuma decided to take what he obviously wanted anyway, and her other business partner, the demon Vanir, would be angry enough to maybe even punish her if she refused to accept Kazuma's gracious discount.
Relenting, Wiz would've sighed if she could, yet gave a slow and deliberate blink all the same, surrendering her consent. Unwilling to watch however, she looked away as much as her eyes allowed, given how what was about to happen did not match the thrill in Kazuma's own.
He loved this wonderful world and its free-use market.
Their deal agreed upon, Kazuma admired Wiz's massive tits. The likes of which put Darkness, Yunyun, and even Luna's to shame. But as he disrobed her the rest of the way, he looked over at his sword, Chunchunmaru, leaning against the bed, and found the choice confronting him to be a hard one.
Should he hold Wiz by the ankles and fold her in half while he fucked her unfeeling body for all it was worth, or would it be better to also remove her legs for easier access and grope those tits of hers instead?
Decisions, decisions, which would be better?
Kazuma sat beside Wiz's naked body while he grabbed and bounced her head atop his erection, neck first. He mulled his choices over as he held her disheveled hair with one hand and fingered the ice witch turned lich's cold, clammy pussy with the other to get a better feel for the tight depths that led to her barren, undead womb for which he need not worry about contraception.
Nonetheless, he would have to warm her up to a more comfortable temperature using the basic spell Tinder, though he had no intention to be tender. And as a small, harmless flame formed in his palm, Kazuma came to his logical conclusion, not to mention on Wiz's tongue, forcing her to 'vomit.'
For the still cheap price of ten million Eris, he could eagerly afford to determine both!