"She left?"
"Oh, no, she wouldn't leave my side. And she was insatiable. Nearly killed me." He chuckles. "No, Madreg somehow got word. I told her to hide but I guess the orcs saw her and reported back. He appeared here and took her from me. He said he was going to... I'd rather not talk about it. I hope she found some sort of freedom."
You slide closer to him on the rocky bench and take his hand.
"I will pay Madreg back for her," you say, squeezing his hand.
He looks at you, emotion welling in his brown eyes, and you feel the sudden urge to kiss him. Under normal circumstances there would never be an attraction between you and a little old gnome like Olaf. These are not normal circumstances. His kindness with you and his heartache are as powerful as the brandy. You lean your lips down to him and plant a wet, brandy-flavored kiss on his mouth.
"Wh-what was that?"
"You object?" You ask, squeezing his hand a bit more.
"No, of course not. I was just not expecting a comely woman like--"
You silence his words with another kiss. This time your mouth lingers and opens against his. You thrust your tongue into his hot mouth, tasting the brandy there and pulling him against your bosom. One of his small hands caresses your breast, fingers tickling over a nipple. You run your hand from his hip to the front of his coverall and feel his growing hardness.
"Gods of stone," he murmurs. "What are you doing?"
You answer with another kiss and a squeeze of his hardness. His hand slips lower, fingers crawling into your loincloth. You gasp against his lips as those nimble fingers brush against your clit. The passion of your kiss intensifies and you cry out in that hot, private space shared by your tongues. He begins to stroke his fingers more urgently against your clit.
Those fingers are so dexterous, so insistent, you want to enjoy them. At last you feel a safe outlet for your pent desire in Olaf. You squeeze his cock and receive a vibrating groan against your lips. You want so much more than his fingers...
What do you do?
Fingers and hands are enough
Make him use his tongue
Use your skilled mouth
Your breasts can swallow him up
Encounter Fourteen - Use your skilled mouth
You pull away from Olaf and he betrays his disappointment with a moan. The gnome seems to wonder if something is wrong. Before he can ask, you slide from the bench and onto your knees in front of him. The stones are warm beneath you and you rest your bottom on your heels, that same fire warmth beating against your bare cheeks and the soles of your feet. You look up at Olaf as you stroke your hand over his hardness. A few buttons and you have it in your hand.
Olaf's cock is warm and pink and reassuringly human. It is only about the size of your extended thumb, but that's okay. It will make what you have in mind much easier. You give him a few strokes and watch the precum bead to the slit in his swollen cockhead.
"What are you doing, my sweet?" Olaf's question is slurred with drink.
"Come on," you murmur, "I think you can figure it out."
You have a grin on your face as you lean your face down to his lap and begin licking in slow wet circles around his bulbous cap. He groans as soon as your tongue makes contact. His chuckle turns to a gasp as you drag the flat of your tongue over his cockhead, gathering up the slick sweetness of his precum. You press your plump lips to his tip and slowly open to engulf his cock in the warm wetness of your mouth.
He slides easily between your lips and you take him to the root with only the lightest tickle at the back of your throat. His small hands fall to your head and he strokes you hair as you bob and slurp and pop your lips onto his straining manhood.
"Oh, Kirsten," he groans. "Your mouth is hot and wet as a summer storm."
"Mmmmmm," you pop your lips free, teasing the underside of his cock with your tongue. "You're so adorable. I just want to suck every drop out of you."
His eyes bulge at your lewd talk. You're a bit surprised yourself. This brandy has made you very unladylike. No, not the brandy. The relief at being a willing participant.
Olaf gasps again as your mouth engulfs him once more. This time you press a finger beneath his balls, pushing them up and into your mouth. You fit his cock and both of his stones between your lips, slurping and soaking them in your warm drool. You finally have to let his bollocks out to get a good breath.
A bit more teasing and then you look up at him, into his firelit brown eyes, as you bob steadily on his cock. Your cheeks hollow with suction. Your tongue swirls over and around and beneath him.
"Love, I cannot stand much more of that," he moans, clearly at the edge of his release.
"Mmmmm," you murmur, already imagining his cock spurting out its seed.
What do you do?
Take his cum on your face
Swallow his load
Offer up your ass
Offer him your pussy
Encounter Fourteen - Make him use his tongue
You pull your lips away from Olaf. He searches your expression for a reason and you answer him with a mischievous smile. You lean back onto the bench, bracing against the carved stone arm, and spread your legs to him. The loincloth slips off with barely a tug and Olaf's eyes twinkle as he catches sight of your down golden mound and the delicate pink beneath. You stroke your fingers over yourself and spread your flower for him to see.
"Gods of stone, are you a beauty," mutters Olaf.
You are tired of these beasts and brutes demanding you pleasure them. This is for you and you will use this friendly gnome for your own gratification. He seems to be quite willing to be used. You beckon him closer with a finger.
"Why don't you have a better look at me," you suggest as you tease your slick channel with a fingertip.
Olaf's smile widens as he gets down on his hands and knees and crawls between your shapely thighs. His hands caress your legs, up to the aching channel of your quim. You slide your fingers out of the way so he can have full access to your sex. He takes immediate advantage, stroking his small hands over your mound as he leans his face lower.
The first contact of his tongue against your clit makes you jerk and draw in a hard breath. He smiles, looking up at you as he waits for you to recover. You cradle your breasts with both hands and rock your hips forward, inviting him to take another lick.
He leans in, his beard against your thighs and his tongue lapping at your aching sex. His tongue is deft and soon begins rapid circles and flicks against the hard bud of your clitoris. You pant with pleasure, plucking at your nipples to add sharp pricks of pain to the mix. In no time your pussy is a swamp of your flowing honey and Olaf's drool. The lewdness of his licking intensifies and his fingers tease your clutching hole.
"I'm going to cum," you gasp, as much to yourself as to him. It surprises you so quickly it catches you off guard. Your toes curl and you throw your head back over the arm of the bench. Olaf's relentless tongue drives you to a hot, clenching peak of ecstasy. You cry wordlessly and your voice echoes through the cave.
The pleasure cannot last forever. Olaf's tongue slows and he offers you gentle kisses on and around your clit. His face is flushed and his lips glisten with your nectar. He allows his fingers to take over the gentle stroking of your sex.
"You're very talented," you laugh, still trying to catch your breath.
"I'll admit, a beautiful young human woman making me lick her virgin quim... near the top of my list of dreams come true." He kisses your thigh again. "Are you in the mood for something more?"
"What did you have in mind?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Turn around, on your hands and knees, love, and I'll show you what else my tongue is good for."
"My ass?" You ask, your eyes going wide.
An obscene suggestion, but his tongue was so talented you find yourself tempted by Olaf's offer. Though perhaps you have a counter-proposal for him.
What do you do?
Allow Olaf to tongue your ass
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p; Suggest some mutually beneficial oral
Offer up your ass
Offer him your pussy
Encounter Fifteen - Let Him Keep Sniffing
You reason that sniffing your backside might be a bit rude, but he is not actually doing anything bad. He presses his nose against your ass through the loincloth and sniffs loudly. His hands gently cradle your hips. He pulls you tightly against his face, sniffing your quim as well as your backside with the loincloth thonged between your pale buttocks.
"Easy," you laugh, almost losing your footing.
"Mmmmmm, you smell so good," he moans. His fingers curl into your loincloth and he drags it down your thighs.
"Hey," you say, trying to step away. Bjorn holds tight to your loincloth, threading it between your cheeks and finally unwinding it and pulling it away. He tosses it over your shoulder and grabs your ass with both hands. He buries his face against the softness of your ass, sucking in breath and pressing his nose against you. The contact makes you cry out, "Ohhhhh!"
His tongue follows his nose, lapping the length of our crack, licking over your clenched hole, and lower, to the juicy, golden peach of your pussy. His tongue presses into your intimate folds and he licks you hungrily and loudly. The hot feel of the tongue is incredible, rough and agile, but the lewd sounds he is making adds further to your embarrassment.
"Please, Bjorn," you cry. "It's so... ohhhh... your tongue is... I mean, you're licking... licking my..."
You catch yourself on the back of the chair as you begin to fall. It only gives Bjorn more access and more control. His tongue is everywhere. His loudly sniffing nose blows hot air over your trembling hindquarters. He's sloppy and seems more interested in tasting every spot than pleasuring you with his tongue. But he is pleasuring you with his tongue, even if it is coincidentally, and your head jerks up and a low moan escapes your lips as you begin to cum.
"Ohhhhh, Bjorn, I'm... I'm... aahhhhhh!"
You reach back and pull him against your ass so that his tongue is slurping and flapping all over your pussy. There is enough contact with your clit to drive you over the edge into a plunging, thigh-quaking, juice-dripping orgasm. You release your hold on his head as the pleasure recedes.
The warm glow of your bliss spreads a smile across your face. You turn to Bjorn and offer your hands. He rises to his feet, imposing in his size, seeming to grow larger. His blue eyes flash red. His lips curl back in a snarl that lengthens his mouth into a fanged snout. Gray fur tears through his bursts shirt and trousers.
"No!" you cry as he finishes shifting into an enormous hybrid wolfman. He seizes your arms roughly in his clawed hands and turns you back around.
You hardly have time to suck in a terrified breath. The hot, slick flesh of his cock brushes your thighs. It presses against your gold-thatched opening. You try to say something, to scream at him to stop, but your words come out as a desperate whine as his huge cock invades your virgin quim. He drives deep, sundering your chastity and shooting agony through your tight channel as he fills and stretches you. His clawed hands roughly pin you to the back of the chair as he begins to thrust in and out.
Whatever civilization might have resided in Bjorn is clearly gone. He ruts into your aching pussy in a frenzy of lust. His bollocks slap against your straining clit. The steady hammer of his cock drives you from pain to numbness to a dull pleasure that seems to soak into your flesh. His bestial strokes become more intense. He snarls and spittle drips from his jaws and onto your back.
Bjorn's furry hips press against your ass. He drives deeper and harder, your tits swinging with every stroke and your head bouncing up and down. He lets out a savage, wordless roar of pleasure and his cock throbs inside your stuffed channel. The hot wash of his seed floods your pussy. All doubt is gone. All fear. Replaced with pleasure and happiness.
"Yes!" You cry, feeling the joy of conception. "Yes! Fuck me! Fill me! Breed my pussy, Bjorn! Fill me with your cum!"
Your orgasm squeezes around him as you draw out the sweet nectar of his cock. He spurts into you again and again until his cum is slicking your thighs and dripping in silk strands onto the floor. His cock bulges at its base. It presses into you and opens you up wider.
"W-what is happening?" you gasp. "It feels so good!"
You push back against him, taking this fat bulge into your pussy. Like a dog, you realize, you have been knotted by his hybrid cock. His hardness twitches inside you, seeming to pump out more cum as he leans over you breathing heavily. He remains like that, his cock filling you, for a very long time. He finally twists his knot free with a slurp of fluid and trapped cum spills out of your well-fucked channel.
You turn to Bjorn and embrace his furry chest. You look at him adoringly.
"Thank you," you moan. stroking his lupine face. "Thank you, my love."
CONTINUE >
Encounter Sixteen - Stop Fighting
Madreg's cock strokes into your stretched furrow, reminding you of his indomitable power with every thrust. Your breasts quiver with each pound of his swollen cockmeat. Your lips fall open in a helpless gasp.
Your master is defeated. If Oriodamus could not touch Madreg, what chance would you have?
"I feel the hope leaving your body," laughs the wizard. "Even after everything I have inflicted upon you and your family, you cannot fight me. Give up, princess. Give up and let my cock rule your flesh."
"Yes," you whimper, turning your hips and allowing him deeper into your body. That brutal bluntness, pressing against your womb, feeding in and out of you and sliding on a mixture of your juices and his. That magnificent, powerful cock; you belong to it. Your body exists for whatever purposes Madreg desires. Whether this is a true surrender or the unholy magic of the dungeon, you will never know.
You cry with pleasure and wrap your thighs around him. His hands find your breasts and he roughly squeezes them together, his fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples. He leans his gaunt face down and parts his thin lips. His tongue slithers out, as black as his cock as it slides into your mouth. You kiss him, tongue against tongue, moaning as you feel his cock swelling inside you.
The organ music rises. The chanting around you seems to reach a crescendo in perfect sympathy with your growing orgasm. Madreg tears his lips free from yours and stares down at you with his hateful yellow eyes.
"You want it, don't you?" he laughs.
"Yessss. Cum inside me!"
"Not good enough," growls the mad wizard. "I could fuck your tight quim for a century if it was my desire. If you want my seed, then beg me for it."
"Please," you moan, on the verge of orgasm. "Please, m-master, cum inside me! Fill me with your seed!"
His mocking laugh is quickly replaced by his roar of pleasure. The sinews stand out in his shoulders and arms as he pounds into you, his cock swelling and his bollocks tight against his root. Your orgasm is simultaneous with his, clenching around his cock as it throbs powerful and begins to flood your innocence with the potent seed of the abyss.
Waves of cum, almost painfully hot, gush against your womb and overflow your stuffed cunt with each stroke. Monstrous fuckslime drools from your stretched folds in a steady stream over your asshole. You gasp, clenching rhythmically as he pumps every drop into your depths.
Suffused by his unholy demon cum, you feel a strange sensation throughout your body. A white light swallows up the chamber and you only hear the chanting and the distant piping of the organ. You are not simply inseminated, you are changed by Madreg's hot load.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Sixteen - Surrender
You despise Madreg for what he has done to you and to your family. He has subjected you to a prison of nightmares and put the torch to Tarol. There is nothing you would enjoy more than running him through with your sword or incinerating him with a fireball.
But your blade and your magic will not work. Not on someone as powerful as Madreg. In a situation like this, you might lose all hope and surrender to him. But you've got a friend. You feel th
e throb of her connection through the pink pearl sitting flush against your navel.
"I surrender," you say, looking away from Madreg so you don't have to see more of his gloating. "I will do what you desire."
He floats closer and you can smell the unholy foulness of his cock, like the toxic fog of a swamp, burning in your sinuses. He reaches down a boney hand to stroke your face. His inhumanly long fingers wind in your golden hair. He jerks your head back and forces you to look into his eyes.
"A willing participant will be so much sweeter." He leans down and his words are like vomit in your ear. "I've wanted so long to pluck your fruit, princess. To feel your womb succumb to my seed. This has always been your destiny."
He releases your hair from his grasp and you stagger back, colliding with one of the chanters. Her plump body cushions the impact and she catches you gently in her arms and guides you to the altar. Several chanters surround you, cradling their milk-heavy tits and rubbing their engorged nipples. At a gesture from Madreg, the women begin to squeeze their breasts, expressing milk in white sprays that wash your body. You moan at the strange sensation of the warm milk coursing over your arms and down your legs, washing your breasts and spraying your back.
"Does it feel good, princess?" Laughs Madreg. "Why don't you give one of them a kiss?"
Before you can object, one of the hooded women pulls your head towards her and smashes her soft lips against your mouth. Her tongue presses against yours. Though you struggle to tear your kiss from her, she is surprisingly strong and the milk drenching your body seems to be relaxing you. By the time they disarm you and remove your loincloth, you are swaying on your feet, partially dazed by the strange baptismal and the smothering kiss.
"Onto the altar, princess," instructs Madreg. "It is time for you to receive what you deserve."
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