The beautiful glissando of the Cythara rang through the wooden halls of the Oysters Goodhome, accompanied by the chorus of crickets that flowed across the dining chamber - signalling the dimming of the sun - and nightfall.

  The patrons of the Oysters Goodhome all stood around the the enchanting muse that sat with folded legs, holding up her Cythara, strumming its glistening strings ever so gently and gracefully.

  And as the melody moved to an emotional cadenza, the audience felt their breath stolen from them from the sheer beauty of the serenade that graced their ears, nearly taking their soul with them on in the ballroom of song.

  As the song continued, the audience was taken by its lull and dreamy tempo, causing them to sway slightly in unison.

  All of the audience felt as such... except for one.

  Ughh... Iosef moaned internally as he fidgeted against Qilian's neck, rubbing his pecker against it, moving in short movements to pull his member into her moist bunned hair - tasting the cold danger of the golden needle within it with his tip, and withdrawing to cool his shaft in the night air without having the tip leave her hair's warm embrace.

  He was practically using Qilian's hair as aid to relieve his lust.

  All while ogling at the Heroine Violefax's seductive, yet elegant appearance. Such preciousness! Such voluptuousness! If the mere speck of sanity within him were to be extinguished, there was no doubt he would leap off Qilian's shoulders to the stage and viote her in front of the audience.

  That was the shameless, vile desire the burned painfully in his breast as he imagined how immeasurably pleasurable plunging his manhood deep within her quim would be - oh how much he wished he could taste the tips of her elegant bosom...!

  Yet the sanity within him could only relent so much as to leave him to stealthily hump Qilian's neck and hair bun which occasionally tickled his belly and nipples, creating an increasing build-up of pressure near his bottom.

  What felt even more lewd was the fact Qilian payed no heed to his using her neck and hair as a tool for self-pleasure. No doubt she was currently enchanted by Violefax's performance to the point of trance such as to completely be unaware that he was practically mating with her hair.

  Pre-cum dribbled from the entrance of his tip, smearing her silky smooth hair with his boyish, squid-like scent.

  Ah... I want to come... I want to come inside...! I want to fill her up with my seed...! Iosef thought as has breath became ragged, his gyrations becoming more pronounced and frequent as he began to near his limit,deluding himself into thinking Qilian's hair to be Violefax's tight wriggling snatch, the golden needle deep within symbolising her enchanting, chilling cervix...

  The melody of Violefax's Cythara accelerated in tempo, reaching a climatic crescendo.

  Ah... I'm coming...! Iosef thought as he stifled a grunt, making one st thrust deep into Qilian's hair bun, taking in the silky, lewd warmth it afforded the entire length of his quivering pecker that now began to squeeze out his essence deep within his bottom out onto the metallic cervix that was Qilian's golden needle.

  Iosef heard squelching sounds as he released the warmth deep with him, waves of immense pleasure echoing across his body every time his member twitched, sending glob after glob of squid-scented ejacuted deep inside Qilian's hair.

  And it was at this moment, Violefax's serenade ended, and the audience burst into thunderous appuse. But Iosef paid little heed, for his member was - even after 10 seconds, twitching and spurting out whatever was left in his tiny prostate into Qilian's hair-bun quim.

  I've really did it now.... Its over.... Iosef began to feel deep shame and regret cleave his heart as he dared not imagine Qilian's ridicule when she was broken from the trance that Violefax's song brought her.

  "Thank you fellow travellers for listening to my song. I could have not hoped for a better pce to perform - where I am blessed by the company of the children of Khunamaya, the winds of Aluzahm, and the light of the sisters of the night, and not to mention the glorious gardens of sumac that fill these halls with such rich fragrance. I wish all of your good health and fine travels ahead..." Violefox bowed and held up a cup offering a toast to the audience.

  The audience cheered and clinked their cups merrily. But among them there were a few puzzled voices.

  "Gardens of sumac? Did we have that here?"

  "Now that you mention it... what's that smell?"

  Iosef felt himself freeze in fright as the murmurs grew as he himself began the smell the scent of sumac flowers - or more precisely the scent of male fluids emanating strongly from within Qilian's hair bun.

  "You rascal...~" Qilian whispered to Iosef in a pyful tone.

  As he was riding on her shoulders, he could not see her face, but he knew it was one of immense smugness and ridicule.

  "First you tried to impregnate my feet.. and now my hair..? Looks like someone needs a little punishment... Hehehe" Qilian sniggered as she yanked at his thighs causing his pecker to snuggle up deeper into her hair bun.

  "Nnghhh!" Iosef stifled a moan as he felt Qilian's silky hair molest his pecker which twitched strongly, now extremely sensitive from the powerful orgasm that seemed to st nearly a minute.

  "Hey... his butthole is twitching... Did... did he just... Heehee...!" came a whisper and giggle alongside the murmurs from the crowd.

  Iosef felt his cheeks and ears flush as a chill ran down his spine, at the thought of having been caught attempting to impregnate someone's hair.

  "How naughty... still trying to fill up my hair? I'm going to have you take responsbility for this mess~" Qilian whispered pyfully, digging her sharp fingers into his thighs as she headed in the direction of the baths.

  As she did so she stole a gnce at the great heroine Violefax.

  She was now seated on a zabuton, conversing with Thayacinth and a starry eyed Fenia.

  At this sight he felt his heart sink.

  At this rate he was no doubt going to be vioted by Qilian...

  Yet some part of his heart burst into fme.

  For deep within there was some part which harbored a forbidden desire for such an outcome to be...