“Yessss! Oh, Lucas, you naughty boy! Make me cum!” She bucks on the bed, the frame creaking as she fucks against your eager tongue and smears her juices on your face. There is no mistaking her orgasm as her thighs clamp painfully tight against your head and her fragrant fluid gushes into your mouth and down your chin. When she finally releases you from the pillow vice of her thighs, she gasps, “Now, baby. Give me that cock!”
Your cock is burrowing into the mattress and you are ready to fuck. You get up on your knees between Ella’s parted thighs, taking hold of your fat cock and guiding it to the soaking slit of her cunt. She watches as you tease her hot entrance.
“Fuck meeee,” she moans, licking and sucking her own fingers with apparent need as she gazes up at you.
You thrust into her pussy and she wraps her legs around you, pulling you into the hot, slippery, soft sleeve of her cunt down to your balls. You fight not to cum, but it’s no use. You last all of ten strokes before giving a desperate whimper and exploding deep inside Ella’s clutching cunt.
“Yessss,” she moans. “That’s it, give it to me, sweetie. Every drop.”
“Ohhhhhh, it feels so good,” you cry, emptying your load into her hot folds until you feel it overflowing her pussy and trickling down your balls. You collapse atop her and she strokes your back and shoulders.
“There’s a good boy,” she says. “I like you, sweetie. Any time you want to come back. Half price.”
“Oh, gods, thank you,” you moan, rolling off of her. “I can’t stay away from you for long.”
It’s the truth. You visit Ella over and over again during the autumn and winter. Your mother does not seem to mind that you disappear for days on end, as long as you come back with something from the shops in town. Sometimes, you have to wait to visit Ella until she is done with other customers. You both seem to know, without speaking about it, that these are the times you most enjoy visiting her. You can feel her pussy loosened by the cocks of the men before you and sometimes she is in such a hurry she forgets to bathe. You feel their slippery cum still in her pussy as you take her hard. It’s those times that seem to make you cum even faster.
Your frequent visits cross the line into something more personal. Ella visits you at the inn and then at your farmhouse. You take meals with her and visit the small flop she keeps in town. You still pay her at the brothel, but as off as not it is free. But paying customers come first. When a man visits her apartment you stay out of the bedroom while she pleasures him. On a few occasions you have to remind the man to pay or force him to get out. Other times you watch her with the man through a crack in the door, watch the woman you consider your lover pleasure a man with her mouth or between her breasts.
Some men insult you and call you a cuckold, but you do not care. Ella always returns to you and she eventually begins to sleep with you in her bed. You actually enjoy that she is a whore and do not see a problem with her pleasuring men.
“I think I want to marry you,” you gasp after a long night of sex, gripping her plush rear as you slowly pull your cock from her creamy pussy.
“I have heard men say that before,” she chuckles, turning around on the bed and lighting a cigarillo. “But I can tell by your eyes that you mean it.”
“Yes, I do,” you say, producing the ring you have saved for since harvest days. “Will you be my wife, Ella?”
“I won’t give you any children,” she says. “Don’t want none. But I suppose…if you’re alright with your wife fucking strangers—“
“I want you to fuck strangers,” you quickly interject.
“Then yes,” she laughs. “Yes, I’ll be your wife.”
You embrace her and kiss her. The kiss deepens and despite cumming three times already, your cock begins to stiffen. You start to move atop her, but she pushes you gently away.
“Can’t, sweetie,” she says. “The mayor’s son is comin’ over again tonight and I have to take a bath for him. But you can watch from the closet if you want. I’ll fuck you again after.”
“You are too good to me,” you say, kissing her soft lips. “I’ll draw you a bath.”
As you fill the tub for your whore wife, you realize you have found an unexpected sort of happiness in the life you have made for yourself. You wouldn’t give it up for anything.
THE END
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Pleasure and loneliness
It is difficult to judge the passage of time within your palace, but Hina has made days and nights in the sky so that at least you can judge when to rise and when to sleep. You think it has been 200 or so days since you made your decision and arrived in this separate realm. You have spent your time trying to better yourself, though you often wonder about the purpose of such endeavors.
You have learned to paint pictures and have created likenesses of your mother, father, sister, and Theora. You are currently working on a painting of Morelle, which you intend to hang beside your bed in your favorite bedroom in the palace. There are nearly thirty bedrooms and you have spent time in each with your constant companion and lover, Hina.
With her, you have learned fencing and how to play the mellolin. You have built a small cabin on the ground apart from this place and you she has constructed another small house for you in the desert. The hard work is necessary to offset all of the rich, delicious food Hina prepares for you every meal. You feast for supper and for breakfast and lunch she regularly brings you meals on serving trays or in a picnic basket when you are laboring in the field. Sometimes you insist that Hina joins you for dinner, though she does so without any relish, betraying that it is merely an act.
You are working on your cabin, chopping wood cut from trees that grow back overnight. You are shirtless, your muscular arms well-defined by the hard work and sweat trickling down your back. Hina watches you from nearby, forbidden from helping you, but seeming to enjoy observing your labor. She smiles when you glance over. Your aching arms tell you that it is time for a break from the work. You bury the ax in the chopping block and wipe your face and neck with a towel. A cool breeze stirs across your body as if summoned to make you more comfortable.
“Do you intend to work through your lunch or would you like to have me fetch you something to eat, Lucas?” Hina smiles hopefully. She seems to derive the most pleasure from serving you in one way or another. It’s a fact that annoyed you at first, but one you have come to terms with over the many days you have spent with herr.
“Not just yet,” you say, approaching her. “I thought you looked quite beautiful standing there and watching me just now. I would like to spend some time with you, Hina.”
“Oh? Oh!” She seems to grasp what you mean and her ever-present smile spreads. “Yes! Very good, master! I will fetch my sister equipped to give you the fullest pleasure.”
“No, not today,” you say, stroking the guide Hina’s cheek. “I want to spend that time with you.”
“My sister is much more capable to give you the pleasure you—mmmmmmphmmm.”
She finishes her words against your lips. Even the golem girl knows when passion is more important than service, her porcelain lips parting and her soft tongue meeting yours. You caress her delicate body, stroking her slender waist, her shapely hips, and the pert curves of her bottom.
“Oh, Lucas,” she moans.
You scoop her up into your arms, eliciting a surprised laugh from the lovely golem. She is quite heavy for her size, being made from porcelain, magical rubber, glass, and stone, but you carry her across the clearing and enter your partially finished cabin. The bed you built creaks as you settle her upon the sheets, stripping off delicate dress and revealing the intimate details of her body. Her nipples are sculpted onto her breasts, forever stiff, but her quim is made from the same rubbery material as her joints.
You kiss her lips again, moving down over her body and caressing her pert breasts and her forever-stiff nipples. Your kiss reaches her slender thighs and she moans and parts her legs. Her honey-sweet nectar gli
stens at the folds of her cunt. You part her lower lips with your fingers, eliciting another soft cry from the golem girl. You look up at her as you let your tongue find the spot that drives even the guide Hina’s wild. She cries out, her fingers twisting in the sheets as she thrusts her quim against your tongue. Her nectar is as sweet as honey, but slippery on your tongue.
“Lucas, you do not need to…ahhhhhhhh...give me such pleasure!” She rolls her hips, fucking against your tongue with mechanical precision. You can feel the throbbing bud of her clit at the cusp of her cuntlips. Her legs tremble against you with the tension of her pleasure. You moan against her, licking without relief, your cock hard and pressing against the bedding.
With a sudden cry and a sharp thrust of her hips, Hina reaches her peak. Her nectar pours into your mouth and you drink the slippery fluid as you suck at her tender folds. You hold her porcelain thighs as she bucks against your tongue, riding out the heights of her pleasure before finally relaxing back onto the bed. You give her cunt a last few licks and move atop her, freeing your hard cock from your trousers and rubbing it at the entrance to her slick pussy.
“Yessss, fuck me, Lucas,” she moans, looking up adoringly at you. “Please, my love. Please, fill me with your hard cock.”
You thrust into her without hesitation, laughing at the tight slickness of her cunt as it grips your sensitive cock. Your balls press against the cool porcelain curves of her ass, the soft clench of her rubbery anus tightening with each thrust. Her mouth opens in a cry of pleasure and you lean down to kiss her again, burying your tongue and your cock inside her with each stroke. Her hands caress your shoulders and her legs wrap around your hips, pulling your into her clutching depths.
“I want you to know,” you gasp, your breath coming heavily, “that I do not regret my decision.”
“Lucas?” She cries, looking up at you with confusion. “What decision do you mean?”
“To stay here,” you groan, thrusting faster into her slick pussy and gazing into her twinkling blue eyes. “To be with you forever and to sever my connection with the outside world.”
“Oh, Lucas, you make me so happy when you say such things,” she cries. “I am apart from my other sisters, but I do not miss them so long as I have you. Cum for me, my love. Cum inside me.”
“Ahhhhhh!” You throw back your head, stroking hard and fast into her petite body, her cunt gripping and squeezing you with each thrust. Your pleasure rises swiftly and your hot cum bursts inside her. She wails as she feels the warmth of your seed, holding you even tighter as you shoot again and again until your seed is spent in her depths. You fall heavily atop her, out of breath, your cock slowly wilting as your seed trickles from her soaking cunt.
“I love the feel of your warmth inside me,” she says, stroking you and looking up at you adoringly. “I wish you could stay inside me forever.”
You lay your head upon her porcelain breast and listen to the soft whirr of her inner mechanisms powered by some magical energy. She strokes your head.
“I love you, Hina,” you murmur. “All of you.”
“We love you, Lucas,” she says. “All of us.”
You roll onto your back, sitting up against the headboard. The night air blows pleasantly through the unfinished wall. Hina crawls between your parted thighs and looks up at you as she begins to caress and lick your cock. She sucks gently at your balls and coaxes you back to full hardness. Without being asked, the lovely golem girl begins to suck your cock. Her glassy eyes never waiver from you as her head bobs steadily up and down on your cock. Your tongue tickles beneath your cockhead, driving you towards another eruption.
You reach down and caress her, watching her savor the pleasure she is giving you. Yes, this was the right decision. You have never been happier.
CONTINUE >
THE END
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Travel to Vorokesh to find Yasmeen
“Vorokesh,” you say.
“Where?” Genevieve gives you a confused look.
“I know of it,” says your mother. “It is far, far away from here. I will need your sister’s help to muster the magic to send you there. Once you are there, we will not be able to call you back to us. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand,” you say.
Your mother fetches an antique map from a sealed iron chest that somehow survived the destruction of your farmhouse. She unrolls the map upon the earth, setting rocks upon the four corners as you and your sister join here in studying the shapes of the world.
“Here is Vorokesh,” says your mother, pointing to a tiny drawing of a city on the edge of a vast expanse of trackless wilderness. “On the edge of the Sea of Sand. It is a gathering place for traders, merchant clans, and outlaws.”
“I have been there before,” you say. “It is where Theora and I hired guides to take us to Kazadar.”
“The Sea of Sand is cursed against magic, but we can send you to Vorokesh.” She takes Genevieve’s hand and your hand. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” you and your sister answer at once.
“Repeat after me, Genevieve,” she says and begins a chant in the magical tongue. You do not understand their words as they chant together, but you can feel the magical energy building within them and making your fingers tingle. Your hair stands on end and sparks flicker all around you. There is a sudden sensation like you are falling and then you feel your mother and sister slipping out of your grasp.
You land face down in the desert just outside the city of Vorokesh. You push yourself up on your hands and knees and spit sand from your mouth. A trio of traders standing with pack mules on the road leading into the city stare at you with bewildered expressions.
“A big bird dropped me from its beak,” you say, brushing the dust from your clothing.
They continue to stare as you walk past them and enter the bustling city. Although there are walls to protect Vorokesh from some ancient invaders, the edge of the city blur into the surrounding desert with merchant encampments, wagon trains, and peddlers all setting up beyond the gates. These folk are mostly from the surrounding countryside outside the Sea of Sand and your questions in search of Yasmeen go unanswered. You head through the gates, seeking out the shadier area of an already shady city. You have few coins in your pocket, but it is enough to buy a hot tea and a pastry filled with spiced meat.
“You are not from here,” says the swarthy pastry-seller as you sit with him in his small shop.
“I am looking for someone,” you say. “She is unusual. If you can help me find her, I might be able to spare a few more coins.”
“Ah, I want to help,” says the man as he strokes his dark beard. “Tell me more of this girl.”
“Not a girl,” you say. “A woman. Very large an unusual, as I said. She calls herself Yasmeen. She is a lamia."
“No, no, I have not heard of this woman,” says the pastry-seller. “I mean, yes, I have heard of her, but she is gone, my friend. She was taken from Kazadar and the cursed city has fallen into chaos. You do not want to go to this place.”
“No, you do not want to go there,” says a voice behind you.
Three armed men are standing behind you in the doorway of the shop. Their leader, a dark-skinned man with a bald head, flashes you a white smile.
“I heard you asking about Yasmeen,” says the man. “My boss will be interested in your questions.”
“Your boss?” You say, reaching for your sword and forgetting that it is no longer on your hip.
“Yeah,” the man chuckles. “Toad runs Vorokesh.”
They grab you by the arms and muscle you out of the shop. The throngs of people make way for the three warriors as you are taken through the streets. You arrive at the familiar building made from red bricks. You notice a number of armed men you do not remember seeing during your last visit to Toad’s lair. It seems as if Toad is preparing for a minor war.
You are dragged into the same dusty throne room where you last stood face-to-f
ace with Toad. The bloated lizard man is resting on his throne, his hands drumming lazily on his enormous belly. He blinks his reptilian eyes and wets his lips with his huge tongue as you enter. An expression that approximates a smile spreads across his face. Your heart beats faster and your cock twitches at the memory of what happened that night when you faced off against Toad’s champion.
“Lucas Le Blanc,” he croaks. “I remember you. Theora’s pretty boy. Where is your big tough angel today?”
“She’s around,” you say, trying to feign bravado as you shrug off the guards.
“You and Theora caused quite a bit of trouble at Kazadar,” croaks Toad, shifting his bulk and sitting upright in his throne. “Took down Yasmeen. Impressive. I hear that town hasn’t been the same since. Lots of gangs finding their way to Vorokesh. Making trouble for me.”
“I only wanted Yasmeen,” you say, shrugging as if Toad’s troubles were not your doing.
“Kill the head of the snake and the body will die,” croaks Toad. “No Yasmeen. No more Kazadar. Lots of good trade lost. Lots of trouble for me. Now why are you in Vorokesh? Making more trouble for me?”
“No,” you say. “I’m looking for Yasmeen again.”
“Are you now?” Toad croaks with amusement, his throat inflating and vibrating.
“Know anything?” You ask him.
“I know that your angel is gone and you’re no longer under the protection of Veleda,” says Toad. “A crueler kin might have you beaten or killed for what you did, but I see potential in a pretty young boy like you, Lucas.”
He waves to one of his men and they bring over a leather pouch. He takes out a glass bottle with a stopper and you are surprised to see it filled with creamy pink liquid. It appears to be the same sort of pink liquid that Gretchen created with her milk potions. If it is the same, this liquid can turn a man into a beautiful woman.
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