Reincarnated as the Only Human

Astra PoV

Leaning against the doorframe, I watched as Miss Hertanc walked around her store to chat with the various Nobles that had showed up today, each of them treating her courteously but also with a bit of dismissiveness that confused me.

All this masking of what they really felt was so boring to me, and as I watched the tall, elegant Horsekin offer friendly platitudes and help to some random Noble couple I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I wondered which version of Miss Hertanc was the mask.

Was this her mask only for dealing with customers, or was it her mask for everything; was the Miss Hertanc that I had just rimmed in the backrooms - the Miss Hertanc that fucked me hard on her table - one of her masks, or was she being serious there?

What about out here?

People were already confusing enough but now I was watching as they waffled about with these random pieces of jewelry as they searched for a way to give them a meaning that wasn’t there to begin with; this sapphire ring didn’t make the already pompous woman any less pompous, nor did it give her an ’air of cool elegance’ that would make her more approachable.

It was a beautiful stone set in a nice silver band, and yet they needed a reason to buy it beyond it just being a gorgeous work of art that could be worn to all sorts of events; that was tiring, and it was why I was so content to wear my needs on my ’sleeves’.

I wanted to get fucked and drown in someone’s semen, to be pushed against a wall and choked as someone rammed their dick inside me like the whore I was; if that dick belonged to a homeless vagrant or a wealthy, over the top Noble didn’t matter to me, so long as it was a dick.

To be fair though I was a one of a kind person, I knew that, so these masks were needed for those with so much to lose or gain with the right or wrong words or actions, so I could understand it in theory... but in practice it was annoying.

By the time she finished her rounds all of her semen had been thoroughly digested as I prepared myself to alleviate her frustrations, and yet sadly she was walking back towards me with this one handsome yet arrogant looking Noble who was looking down her sharp nose.

The long ears and radiant visage was all I needed to see to know this was an Elf, and while my previous experiences with a majority of Elves made them appear as kind and down to earth this one seemed to be anything but that...

”Miss Lynnwood, this is Miss Astra, the woman responsible for that wood and metal line I was telling you about. It is still in its infancy but I do believe it would fit your tastes quite well. Miss Astra, do you have one of those pieces available to show to Miss Lynnwood?”

This Lynnwood was a tall, slender Elf who definitely spent a lot of time and effort to maintain her physique, which was primarily long, toned legs and a wiry frame that clearly packed some power into a smaller, more presentable package.

She didn’t want the bulky muscles that most warriors had, nor did she want to becoming intimidating to people by showing off her power at just a glance, though it was definitely there even beneath the fine linen pants or from her bare forearms.

What was obvious at a glance were her intentions, which were - funnily enough - rather open, with little to no effort to hide what she was desiring; her eyes landed on my veiled face first before dropping down towards my cleavage, where she smirked and nodded to herself before looking down even lower, tracing out my hips and smirking even more as she imagined holding them.

Seeing her cock twitch beneath her linen pants was amusing, and I was happy to find someone from the Nobility that was actually open about their desire to have sex with me and not hide it behind something else... and to also not be a hideous, greasy abomination that I would only let touch me simply because I was kinda curious about the type of sex that would come from that.

Walking right up to me the Elf grinned and presented her hand, palm facing upwards and her fingers splayed outwards as she said ”Greetings, Miss Astra. Miss Hertanc here has been speaking highly of your talents, and I hope to find her words ring true... on more than just the smalltalk we made~!”

Laying my hand on hers I smiled as she bowed her head and tenderly kissed the back of my palm, though both of us seemed to relish the other being quite open with this since her thumb rubbed the back of my palm afterwards while I was in no rush to pull away.

”I hope you find my many talents to be worthy of the praise, Miss Lynnwood~!”

Adding a seductive twinge to my voice, I finally lifted my hand from hers and beckoned for her to follow me towards the back, where all of my work in progress and prototype pieces resided; she gestured for me to lead the way, so I did just that, swinging my hips the entire time and leading her towards a place where she would experience some wonderful changes to her life...

Miss Hertanc followed behind us, joining us in the back and sitting down in her chair as she gestured for Lynnwood to remain beside me, where she would be free to appraise all of my pieces as well as flirt to her hearts content.

And did she ever flirt with me...

The moment we were over at the table she was ’oohing’ and ’ahhing’ each and every single pieces I showed her; some were genuine and others were clearly her feigning interest, and while I was keen to just skip the formalities and get straight to the fucking I also began to cater towards her taste, showing her the work in progresses that fit her wants while also letting her stroke my back or letting her relish the feeling of my chest whenever I leaned closer towards her.

I suppose it was more fair to say we were flirting with one another, and soon enough her preferred piece had been found and we were moving over towards the table to sit and talk pricing as well as finalizing the design itself, during which my place to sit just so happened to be between her legs...