“She… Veleda’s magic is weak here in the Nightlands,” you stammer, watching Anja’s pinkish blue asshole stretch and flex around your cock. “Maybe Theora is weak as well.”
“Mmmmm, good boy, I knew you’d coma around,” laughs Anja. “We’ll deal with her in time. For now… let’s finish what we started.”
Her hips work vigorously, her plump ass bouncing in your lap and slapping against your thighs. Her puckered hole massages your cock with the deftness of a woman who has had a fair few men buried up her bum. You try not to think about that or consider how you just sold Theora for an orgasm. Instead, you let yourself go with the pleasure, her ass stroking atop you and drawing you towards the edge of your release.
“No point holding back down,” purrs Anja, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “Go on then, love. Have a good one up my arse. I’ll squeeze you dry.”
“Ohhhhhh, yes,” you cry, trying to thrust but restrained by the ropes. “Ohhhh, gods, I’m close.”
“That’s it,” she laughs, “just focus on those jiggling cheeks, love. Give it to me. Give me allllll that hot, sticky spunk.”
You can do little other than obey her. Your pleasure rises volcanically to your swelling cock. She laughs as she feels it, pounding her fat ass back against your cock so roughly that the chair creaks with every impact. You let out a whimpering cry as your pleasure surges. The rush of ecstasy as she rides her ass back onto your cock gives way to the hot throbbing explosion as your cum spurts deep into Anja’s silky depths. Her stretched pucker squeezes as if she is milking your cock and your shaft becomes coated with foamy white seed.
“Ohhhh, Lucas, what a good boy you are,” she says, gently riding her ass to the tip of your cock and letting your cockhead pop free. You watch a trickle of your cum drip from her sphincter as it clenches shut. She turns, a cruel smile on her face. “Now then, it is time to finish up with you.”
“Wait,” you say, “please, I can give you more information, I know—“
She ignores you, bares her fangs, and lunges for your neck. The sharp pain of her teeth piercing your flesh is accompanied by the hot gush of your blood into her mouth. It trickles down your chest, staining your shirt. The pain gives way to pleasurable warmth as Anja sucks and slurps loudly at your neck. You moan incoherently as she drinks your lifeblood. Darkness swiftly closes in around you until all you can hear is the distant sound of her sucking out the last of your blood and the final, feeble thumping of your heart.
Then all is darkness and cold.
CONTINUE >
Take Theora roughly
You lift Theora’s weight from atop you without hesitation, your farm boy muscles rippling beneath your tunic and your strength seemingly enhanced by your raging lust. Theora cries out in surprise, her feathered wings snapping open and nearly knocking the basin of water off the nearby table. You rise to your feet and flip her shapely body in your arms, slamming her roughly down on her back on the bed.
“Lucas! What has come over you?!” She cries out in surprise..
You laugh that she would toss you across the room without a second thought, but you throw her onto the bed and it is shocking to her. You fall upon her, your full weight driving her down onto the bed as she tries to sit up. You kiss her once more, but this time you are dominantly atop her, pinning her wrists to the bed and smothering her lips with a kiss. You plunge your tongue into her hot, sweet mouth. Her tongue meets yours in a torrid duel and she cries out in shock and pleasure. She squirms beneath you, twisting her hips and pushing back against your hands as if she means to escape.
“You’re not fooling me,” you laugh between kisses. “You’re stronger than me. You could toss me aside if you wanted.”
“How dare you pin me to this shabby bed!” She cries, apparently ignoring the truth of your accusation.
“Oh, you’d rather be pinned to a princess’s bed?”
You bend your head to her breasts, running your tongue over her fat nipples and engulfing the areola of her right breast in your mouth. You look into her silvery blue eyes as you suck at her soft mound. She suddenly twists her hips, popping her nipple from your mouth, turning aside to escape your hands. She rolls onto her stomach, her breasts out of reach, but her ample ass and gold-thatched pussy now completely at your mercy from behind.
“Ah-ha! Looking to be punished?” You laugh and swat her ass with both hands.
“No!” Theora cries, wiggling her hips and her ample ass. “How dare you?!”
You spank her repeatedly with your sword hand. The smacks of your palm against her soft bottom crack loudly in the room and send gratifying ripples through her plush cheeks. She whimpers and whines as your hand prints mark her creamy bottom. You spread her ass, exposing the pink clench of her anus, and you spit into her crack and smear the saliva over her pucker with your fingers.
You slip the fingers of one hand into the hot sleeve of her cunt and more gently probe two fingers of the other into the tight squeeze of her anus. She cries out into the bedding, raising her hips even more to offer her holes to your fingers. You plunge your digits up Theora’s hot ass and into the silky squeeze of her pussy, fucking her with fingers from both hands simultaneously.
“Brute!” She cries as you pump your fingers in and out of both holes. “You naughty little bandit!”
“Sneaking in at night to stuff my fingers in your wet cunt?” You growl. “Up your self-righteous ass? Oh, but you love it, Theora! I can see that!”
“Mmmmmm!” She pinches her lips together to keep from making more noise, pushing back against your thrusting fingers.
“How about three for each?” You tease, pushing a third finger into her cunt and working a third into her ass. It is a tight fit and she howls as you force the third up her backside. Theora’s complaints turn to whimpers of pleasure once those three fingers are stretching her little pucker and fucking in and out. She kicks her legs and you can her toes curl with pleasure.
“MMMmmmmmm!” She buries her face deep into the bed and wails her ecstasy. There is no mistaking her orgasm, as she bucks her hips and her plundered holes ripple with the contractions of her climax. You pull your fingers out at the seeming peak of her pleasure and she cries out in dismay.
Before Theora can do much more than that, you grab her hips and slam your twitching cock deep into her pussy. You sheath every inch of your sword in her fluttering fucktunnel and pin her down into the bed with the weight of your body. Her stretched asshole gapes for a moment before squeezing closed. You fuck her pussy hard, feeling those contractions rippling along your length. Her velvety sweet pussy feels incredible and she pushes back on your cock, riding it eagerly.
“You cockslut!” You laugh and lean over her to grab hold of her wings.
“Impudent farm boy!” She cries, looking back at you as you use her wings for leverage.
“Squeeze my cock with that tight cunt,” you growl, slamming your hips against her ample ass. She pushes up onto her hands and knees and her plump tits swing with every slapping impact of your body against hers.
“Goddess! I’m cumming again!” She wails, tossing her golden hair as you ram your cock deep into her clutching cunt. Her tender cunt squeezes around you, drawing you towards the brink as she pants with pleasure and her big, soft breasts bounce with every savage stroke.
“I am going to fill you up with cream!” You shout, making the bed groan and thump with the force of your rutting. “Beg for it!”
“Yes! Please, cum inside me!” She cries, her usual stoicism submitting to the pleasure you are pounding into her pussy.
“How can I deny your wish?” You laugh, feeling your cock surge in her glorious gutter. You flood it with a roar of pleasure, fingers sinking into her soft assflesh and your seed painting her inner walls in mighty pumps. You slow your strokes, savoring the hot slickness of her cum-basted channel. Pulling out slowly, you smack your cream-smeared cock on her ass and tease it up her crack, leaving milky smudges on her pink knot.
“
Oh, Lucas,” she whimpers.
“That should let me get some sleep,” you say, smacking her ass. “Goodnight, angel slut.”
You rise from the bed, pulling up your trousers and stuffing her cock inside. You take one last look at her, still on her hands and knees, ass still raised submissively. You momentarily consider fucking her again. How long before she comes to her senses? Better to be back in the safety of your room rather than tossed out a second floor window by the raging angel.
The darkened hallway beckons. You return to your room and sink down onto your bed, an exhausted grin on your face.
CONTINUE >
Flirt with Rianna the bar wench
You glance around at the various patrons of The Warm Crust. A bunch of poor farmers and ale-addled old men hardly seem like pleasant company for the evening. Rianna, on the other hand, catches your eye with each flourish of her peasant skirt, each bounce of her ample bust, and each sweet smile. She makes eye contact with you and winks as she serves a tray of ciders to a nearby table.
Better to ask her a few questions and maybe make a friend, you decide. You enjoy the sight of her flirting with the men and even being groped by one of them before she swats his hand out from under her skirt. She is a skilled bar wench, quick with the drinks, and not taking anything too personally. Her smile seems enough to ward off any anger from the men she refuses.
You do notice a curious, whispered exchange between Rianna and a fat lout near the back of the tavern. It seems to go poorly and he grabs for her and tries to pull her into his lap. She pokes him hard under his arm with her finger. He yelps, winces in pain, and lets her go.
“She can handle herself,” you murmur appreciatively.
She catches you watching her and comes over to your table, hips swinging and bust bouncing enticingly. She brushes a lock of crimson hair from her freckled face and leans over, giving you a good look down her bodice.
“Well then, dear, what can I get fer ya now? More cider? Somethin’ else?” She bites her plump lower lip as if offering something not chalked on the tavern’s menu.
“Ah, well, I was hoping a bit of conversation,” you say. “Share a drink with me? I am new to Ulvenblad and could use some information.”
“Well, a bit o’ chatter, sure,” she says, sitting sideways on the chair next to you.
Trying not to look too intently at her cleavage, you ask her, “What can you tell me about that big castle?”
“Hmmm?” She seems unhappy with your question. “Well, the baroness lives up there, don’t she?”
“Baroness?”
“Yeah, right,” she says. She affects a royal air and says, “The Baroness Lydia Carminus. Some fancy tart from far away. Nice enough, I reckon, came to marry the baron. He got sick and died. Not even that witch she brought here could help him.”
“The witch?” You ask.
“Izabella. Yeah, awful woman, you ask me. Pretty as a harvest maid, mind you, but not a good side to her.” She leans towards you, her breasts so close to bursting from her bodice that you can see the edge of her pink areolas. She lowers her voice, “Shacked up in the castle with the baroness. Some says, not me mind, but some, that she is the real ruler up in that castle.”
“Are you afraid of her?” You ask, your voice lowered to match hers.
“Well, naw, not afraid,” she says. “Jus’ don’t want to go missin’ like some girls or come back, you know, a bit different.”
“Different? How do you mean?”
“Like the only thing matters to ‘em is that witch, Izabella. And they’d bed down with ‘bout anybody.” She smiles at you and rests her hands over yours. “Not like me. I’m very particular about who I bed down with.”
“The, uh, are you?” You ask, your face going hot.
“Well, I’m not a modest girl,” she says, leaning closer and nearly pressing her lips to your ear. “A kind words and the right coin will by my company for the evenin’. That somethin’ you’d like?”
Your cock stiffens at the thought of a roll in a bed with Rianna. You’re certainly not above spending coin for a woman’s company. You have done it before.
“I’m certainly, uh, interested,” you say, looking her over and feeling your face grow hotter. “What sort of services do you offer?”
“Oh, all sorts,” she says, stroking your arm with one hand and moving her other hand to your knee. “I assure ya, it’ll be a night to remember. Handsome boy like you. I’ll wear ya out.”
You swallow hard. Judging by the way she is looking at you, Rianna is probably a skilled whore. That would explain her failed negotiation with the fat man earlier.
“Right, how much?” You inquire.
“Let’s say eight silvers,” she says.
“Most of what I have,” you note. “After the rooms and the ciders.”
“But ya have that much,” she says, eyeing your coinpurse. You look up and notice Terrance, the burly innkeeper, glancing your way.
“Does, um, your father know you engage in such activity?” You ask, nodding towards the innkeeper behind the bar.
“Terrance?” She laughs. “He takes a cut o’ me earnins, dear. And if tweren’t any, well, pap might take it out in trade.”
Your eyes bulge. “Your own father?”
“Well, ma is in the ground, eh? Not as if he put a tot in me. He always pulls it out or more often gives me drink.” She shakes her head. “Don’t go down easy, mind. Have to have a sip o’ the strong stuff after that.”
You shake your head. Of course, you have heard tell of such things, of lonely fathers bedding their daughters or widowed mothers their sons, but to admit to this so brazenly is shocking. Rianna smiles at you as if nothing at all is amiss. Perhaps in this dark place, within the cursed borders of the Nightlands, such perversion is not so unusual at all.
“Clearin’ out for the night,” observes Rianna, glancing around at the other tables. “I’ll take last orders. You make up yer mind on how you’ll be spendin’ the rest o’ your evenin’.”
She strokes her hand over your lap, giving your bulging cock a squeeze before rising from your table to attend to the other patrons. Your gaze flicks from her swinging hips over to the bar. Terrance is staring right at you as he wipes a bowl clean with a rag. He smiles slightly as if he knows exactly what you were saying to his daughter.
It isn’t long before the last customers clear out and Rianna returns, untying her apron and hanging it over the back of the chair across from you.
“Ah, me feet is killin’ me,” she groans, sitting down at the table. “Mind givin’ them a rub?”
“Uh, okay,” you say as she kicks off her shoes. The balls of her feet are red and her heels callused from a hard life of being on her feet. You massage her arches and her toes and she groans with relief.
“Ooh, that’s good,” she groans. “So, ye made up yer mind? Want some company?”
You look from her feet in your lap up her creamy white legs. She leans forward a bit, her bust straining at her bodice, a naughty smile playing at her full lips. She sweeps a lock of scarlet hair from her flushed face and her eyes sparkle. Your cock twitches in your trousers.
What do you do?
Politely refuse her company
Pay Rianna to warm your bed tonight
Veleda rescues you from death by vampire
Warmth returns to you in an all-encompassing ray of golden light. You feel yourself falling upwards and settling onto a cool stone floor. Your eyes slowly open to the beautiful grand hall of Veleda’s heavenly temple. The goddess emerges from an endless colonnade, her wings spread wide as she floats several feet above the ground. She is more beautiful even than Theora, her eyes glowing with golden power and her golden hair draping her breasts. Her flimsy gown reminds you of the garment Theora usually chooses to wear.
“Goddess,” you try to say, but your mouth is too dry to form words. Your limbs are shriveled and your lips are cracked. Your heart does not beat in your chest.
She floats down u
ntil her feet brush against the endless white tiles and she towers above you like a colossus. She folds her wings slowly against her back.
“Lucas LeBlanc,” she says. Your name on her lips sends crackling ecstasy through the pathways of your mind. You would writhe and moan with pleasure if you could move at all. “You should not be here yet, Lucas. You have fallen to a foe that was not even powerful enough for me to notice.”
I’m sorry, you think and wish desperately to wail in your endless shame.
“I know you are, child,” she says and scoops you up in her huge hands. She lifts your withered body to her face and your head lolls uselessly on your lifeless neck. “The servant of the vampiress has taken your essence and your mortal humors. I must give you the kiss of life.”
Her mouth is nearly big enough to swallow your head, but she kisses you gently on your lips and you feel her holy magic flowing into your desiccated flesh. Your limbs return to youthful vigor, your eyes are damp again, and saliva flows into your mouth. You shudder with the pleasure of her kiss and ejaculate into the palm of the goddess’s gentle hand.
“Oh, Lucas,” she says, looking down at the mess you’ve made.
“I’m sorry,” you moan weakly.
“You are only a human,” she says. “Your desires rule your bodies.”
She sets you back onto the floor and you crawl to your knees, bowing your head low to her in subservience.
“I will place you in your bed, Lucas,” she says. “Time will pass. A new day will arrive. You will avoid the danger that ensnared you before. Do you understand?”
“Yes, thank you, my goddess,” you moan, unable to look upon her beauty.
“Good,” says the goddess, reaching a huge hand out and covering the top of your head. “Defeat the darkness for me, Lucas. Restore my light to the lands.”
“Y-yes,” you say, tears beginning to well in your eyes. “Thank you, Veleda. I… I…”
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