Theora pulls you down with her as you stretch out on the blanket. Your legs and hers intertwine and you feel the heat of her quim against your leg. Your cock presses against her supple thigh and you groan against her lips. You both begin to move your hips, her slick cunt spreading her juices on your leg and your cock throbbing with pleasure against hers. Her soft breasts mold to your bare chest and she pulls you tight against her writhing body.
“Theora,” you gasp against her lips. You feel her mouth curve into a smile and for the first time you can recall you feel her equal.
“Lucas,” she moans as you bury your face against her slender neck and reach around her body to caress her shapely backside with both hands. The heat of her cunt seems to burn against your leg. Your cock is nearly there as you rub and thrust your manhood against her thigh. Your precum spreads beneath your shaft, lubricating your lewd movements. Theora finally cries, “I need it.”
You lift your lips from her shoulder, your body nearly atop hers, and you look down into her eyes.
“You need something I have?” You wonder aloud at this.
Theora frowns and gives your muscular backside a stinging smack with one hand.
“Yes! Do not lord it over me,” she says. She leans up and brushes her lips against yours as she commands, “Shut up already and fuck me.”
This is a command that you dare not refuse!
What do you do?
Put her feet on your shoulders and fuck her properly
Take Theora from behind
Ask Theora to ride atop your cock
Fondle Theora’s breasts
You kiss Theora again, unable to resist the draw of her soft lips and the sweetness of her tongue. But your crave more. You stroke her shapely hip and your hand follows the curve of her body up to the ample swell of her breast. You dare to fondle her, squeezing softly and feeling the thickness of her nipple against your palm. Your touch elicits a soft gasp from Theora, her lips parted and her pleasure hot against your lips.
That reply emboldens you and you wriggle your hand into her gown, beneath the clinging fabric and over the warm, luscious prominence of her breasts. Her nipple bends beneath your fingers. You pinch it lightly and she cries out against your lips. You pull back and look into her silvery-blue eyes.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” she purrs and pulls you back for another kiss.
Your cock strains painfully inside your trousers as you slip your other hand into Theora’s gown and begin molding and squeezing her warm titflesh. You pluck at her nipples with your fingers. You shape her breasts in your hands until they are nearly bursting through the neck of her gown.
“Oh, Lucas,” she gasps against your lips. “What has gotten into you?”
“I’m mad with lust,” you laugh and greedily claim another kiss from her parted lips. Theora laughs with delight and kisses you in reply, her tongue as eager as yours as her hand unbuttons your trousers. You moan with pleasure against her lips as she takes hold of your manhood.
“Your sword has left its sheath,” she whispers, squeezing and wanking you as your fingers press into the softness of her breasts.
“You wield it well,” you moan.
She shrugs out of the gown that sheds the flimsy garments like leaves dropping from a tree. The wisps of her clothing disappear, leaving her creamy breasts and pink nipples bare and marked with blushing handprints. Your gaze slips lower, to see her parted thighs and the gold thatch of her hair against the delicate pink of her pussy.
“Remove your trousers,” she commands and you spare your hands from her plush mounds only long enough to squirm out of your trousers. She immediately takes hold of your cock again, wanking it intently, hear soft breasts heaving against your fondling touch as she pumps her grip up and down your cock.
You crave to sheath your manhood in the pink of her cunt, but your eyes are drawn to those heaving breasts and those plump pink nipples that seem to strain to be sucked.
What do you do?
Suck her pink nipples
Sprawl with her beside the fire
Kick Morelle out of your tent
“No, get out,” you say, pushing on her back and shoulders.
Morelle turns to face you, pulling up almost into a ball and nuzzling her head against your chest. Her sweet, warm breath heats your body and excites your desire, but your will is strong. You push her forcefully away.
“I mean it, Morelle,” you say, looking into her eyes as they change from coquettish to distraught.
“Please, Lucas,” she says, pouting out her lip. “It’s sooo cold outside. Let’s just cuddle up under this blanket and I can make you feel really nice.”
She reaches her hand down and massages your cock through your trousers. You grab her wrist and forcefully pull her hand away.
“Do not make me send you back to the sanctum,” you warn.
“Meanie!” She says, her eyes glistening with tears. “I thought you were nice, but you’re no better than Theora.”
She rolls onto her hands and knees, her plump ass looking incredibly luscious in her gown. Almost luscious enough for you to sit up and grab it with both hands so you can pull her back into the tent. No, you resist such urges and watch her wiggle and crawl out of the tent. She turns to you, holding the flap open.
“The next time you want to have sex with me, I won’t let you!” She says, anger doing little to mar her beauty.
“Really?” You laugh.
“No,” she pouts and drops the tent flap. You hear her crawling away towards the fire.
You resist the urge to laugh at her childish anger and pull your blanket back up to your chin. After the long march towards Bruno, you are exhausted and slip easily into sleep. Darkness gives way to dreams, images of your mother and father, your sister, and then Morelle, crawling through a tunnel ahead of you, her fat ass in a shimmering dark gown. You grab her bottom and she moans. You pull up her gown and begin to lick and kiss her luscious hindquarters. Your tongue slips into her pussy and angry voice that can only be Theora’s says, “What are you doing?”
“What?” You lift your face from what is actually Theora’s firm backside.
“I said, wake up,” she says.
The thin gray light of the predawn morning spills through the flap of your tent. You can smell something savory that stirs your hunger. You slip on your travel clothes and your boots. You are sore from so much walking, but you feel rejuvenated by the sleep you managed.
Theora stands beside the campfire, stirring a pot of something that smells delicious. On a pan of blackened iron she has thick, sizzling slices of ham.
“Have some food,” she says, ladling the steaming outs from the pot into a wooden bowl. She adds a generous portion of the browned ham. “We continue at dawn. We will reach Bruno by nightfall.”
“Right,” you say, tucking into the food. “Did I hear you calling out to me to wake up?”
“You were having a bad dream or something,” she says. “And the food was almost ready.”
Morelle is already seated on one of the fallen logs beside the fire. She stirs her oatmeal and pokes at the ham that Theora has given her.
“I don’t really eat anymore,” she says. “Not food like this.”
“You can’t or you don’t?” you ask, tucking into your own bowl and savoring the honey-sweet oats.
“It just doesn’t look good to me anymore,” she says. “By the way, it was very cold outside last night. And some sort of bug bit me on the bottom.”
“Sorry about that,” you say. “But you had a look that was scaring me. I thought you were going to eat me alive.”
“Well, I suppose I can forgive you,” she says, setting her bowl of oats aside. “Can I at least get a kiss?”
“Don’t kiss her,” says Theora, walking past you with her pack on her shoulder.
“Mean!” Morelle shouts.
You bury your attention in the steamy bowl of sweet oats. Better not to get between a feuding demoness and an angel.
CONTIN
UE >
Join Theora in her tent
Theora has invited you into her tent and her bedroll. You are not about to squander an opportunity to spend the night with the lovely, golden-haired angel. You practically kick off your boots as you hasten to join her, shedding your trousers and tunic down to your underwear and a sleep shirt as you climb into the tent.
“Lie down with me,” she says, her breasts intimately revealed by the clinging material of her blue nightshirt. “Let us keep each other warm.”
Her bedroll is larger than your own, in fine repair, and heavy with feathers, providing ample space and warmth for both of you. Despite this, as you turn onto your side, Theora presses against your back, her soft breasts squeezing against you and her sweet breath warm against your neck and shoulder. She reaches an arm around and strokes your chest through your night shirt.
You shudder with desire.
“You tremble,” she whispers. “Are you still cold?”
“Um, y-yeah,” you say, unaccustomed to her showing much of any concern for your comfort.
“Perhaps it would be better,” she whispers in your ear as her fingers begin to tease open the laces of your night shirt, “if we removed our clothing and shared our body heat.”
“Y-yeah,” you moan as she deftly unlaces your shirt. “That… um… that might work.”
You shrug out of your shirt and she begins to draw down your underwear. Your stiff cock springs free and as Theora’s hand makes contact with it she lets out a satisfied chuckle.
“Mmmmmm, yes, this is much nicer,” she says, and as she presses her body against your back, you realize her clothes have disappeared. A very convenient trick under the circumstances. Her soft hand wraps tightly around your cock. You shudder as she begins to slowly stroke you from root to tip. It is hard to think of much of anything other than her hand massaging your cock.
You shudder with pleasure and she sucks in a breath that is cool against your shoulder.
“Oh, dear, Lucas,” she whispers. “You are still shivering. Would my mouth warm you?”
You stare wide-eyed at the inside of Theora’s tent. For her to make such an offer nearly makes you spend your seed against the inside of her soft blanket. You recover from the sudden shock and manage a faint, “Y-yes.”
“Mmmmm, let me warm you then, Lucas,” she says, rolling you onto your back. She crawls beneath the blanket. You can feel her soft breasts dragging over your body, her hands caressing your flat stomach down to your straining cock, the other hand massaging your bollocks. She kisses your hip. Your thigh. Her breath is hot against the head of your cock.
“Oh, Veleda, help me,” you whisper softly.
“Mmmmmmm, not tonight,” she chuckles beneath the blanket.
A warm wet touch strokes over your cockhead and you realize Theora is licking you beneath the blanket. Her hand grips your cock and she strokes you against her soft lips and hot tongue. That tongue flicks beneath your sensitive cockhead and teases your leaking slit. You have to see her pleasuring you so deftly. You peel back the blanket and expose the feathery-winged angel. She gazes up at you with her silver-blue eyes closed almost to slits as she presses a kiss to the underside of your cockhead.
“Theora,” you moan.
“You’re going to get so cold,” she murmurs. “Let me get you nice and warm.”
Her mouth engulfs your cock and you let out a strangled cry of pleasure, thrusting upwards between her soft lips and nearly erupting against her tongue. It takes all of your willpower not to grab Theora’s golden mane with both hands and roughly fuck her pretty face until you cum. It wouldn’t take long; her mouth is so warm and wet and you are already on the brink. Her lovely, heart-shaped ass is raised behind her as she kneels between your legs. While her head is bobbing on your cock, her ass wiggles from side to side in a way that reminds you of Morelle.
“Mmmmmm!” Theora moans around your cock, her desire vibrating up your shaft and shaking your balls. You fold your hands behind your head to keep from grabbing her by her hair and watch in awe as the beautiful angel’s hot mouth bobs on your steel-stiff cock. She slurps wantonly, moaning again and sending more pleasure vibrating through your body. She pops her lips free of your red tip to moan, “It’s alright, Lucas. Don’t hold back. This isn’t a test.”
She has often tested your stamina and without even realizing it you were resisting cumming as long as possible. You yield to the hot, wet, slurping pleasure of her mouth. You grin at her as she services you like a lover, moaning around you and performing as much as pleasuring. Her breasts bounce and heave with her vigorous movements. It feels as if your cock is going to melt like a honey candy against her tongue. Soon you can feel your body tightening and your cum beginning to rise.
Before you explode into Theora’s mouth, the tent flap slowly and silently opens and you see Morelle, completely nude, standing behind Theora. She admires Theora’s ass, which is facing the tent flap in all its naked glory, before looking you in the eyes and giving you a wink.
Morelle moves towards Theora as the lovely angel continues to pleasure you.
What do you do?
Warn Theora that Morelle is behind her
Keep quiet and let Morelle make her move
Fight Morelle off angrily
Morelle’s ass is amazing and it feels incredible as she grips your cock in that slippery vise. But the threat of impending doom and damnation is a pretty big motivator to escape her clutches. You grab hole of her tail and pry it loose from your neck.
“Hey, stop it,” she says, slamming her jiggling ass down against your hips. “You should be grateful you get to meet your end this way, Lucas! Do you think you will find better?”
“I will not… mmmmm… let you have my soul!” You get your hands beneath her bouncing backside and shove upwards. Your cock slips free of her lavender-tinted pucker with a lewd slurp and a dribbling discharge of your frothy cum. As her stretched sphincter clenches closed, you roll out from beneath Morelle. She gets to her feet and you shove her roughly out through the tent flap.
“Heeey!” She cries, nearly falling over. “Is that how you thank a girl for a little fun?”
“Get out of here!” You say, gasping to catch your breath in your weakened state. “You tried to kill me with your… your ass!”
“You think you can keep me out of your tent?” Morelle’s eyes flash with anger. “I will wait until I hear you snoring, creep into your tent, and finish you off while you are asleep. You’ll be cumming pitchers the moment I get my mouth on your cock and you won’t stop until I have every drop of your—“
“Quiet! The both of you!” Theora stands in the flap of her tent, her eyes blazing with the righteous anger of Veleda. “Go to bed, Lucas. And you, succubus whore, if you go back into his tent and force Veleda to waste any more of her holy power then I will ensure you spend eternity shackled to a stone at the bottom of a river.”
Morelle’s face is screwed up with fury as if she is going to reply to Theora. She seems to think better of it and turns sullenly to the dying campfire. You retreat into your tent, shaken by your close brush with death. Worse, your cock is still achingly hard and despite just escaping death, you long to call out to Morelle and have her attend to your rigid manhood.
Instead, you curl beneath your bedroll, exhausted, but grateful to be alive. Sleep claims you almost immediately.
You awaken to the gray, pre-dawn light streaming weakly through the flap of your tent. You crawl out from under your bedroll and inhale the savory scent of roasting meat. You dress and climb out of your tent. Theora is cooking a breakfast at the campfire and Morelle, seated beside the stoked flames, looks up at you with pleading eyes.
“Oh, Lucas,” she says, rising to her feet. “I’m so sorry! I was out of control last night!”
She throws her arms around you and kisses you several times on the cheeks. Her warm, soft body pressing against you in the chilly morning air causes your cock to stir. Her lips find yours and before you realize
what is happening your lips have parted and Morelle’s tongue is teasing against yours.
“Be careful, Lucas,” says Theora. “That one will suck your soul out even in the act of apologizing to you for trying to suck your soul out.”
You feel a faint prickle of pleasure that can only be Morelle tasting your soul and you quickly pull away from her.
“Sorry,” she says sheepishly. “I wanted some breakfast.”
You wipe your lips on your sleeve and give Morelle an angry look as you limp over to Theora. The angel hands you a steaming bowl of breakfast.
“Meat and oats,” she says. “Eat quickly and make ready to go. If we leave soon, we will make it to Bruno before nightfall.
CONTINUE >
Let her hand finish you
Another pump of Theora’s hand on your cock is enough to make you forget all about her pleasure. Your kiss grows languid, easily dominated by her forceful mouth as she leans over you. The heat of her pussy slides off your fingers and she jerks your cock faster and faster.
“I can feel it,” she pants against your lips.
“I can’t… can’t stop,” you cry as your pleasure builds towards your explosive release.
“Then don’t stop,” laughs Theora, her lips still against yours. She smiles and kisses you again, her tongue plunging deep into your mouth and her hand only pumping harder on your surging mahood. You shift the angle of your hips and thrust your edging member into her grasp. She laughs again, breath hot against your mouth, “Go on then, Lucas. Cum for me. Shoot out your seed.”
The hot encouragement against your kiss is what finally pushes you past your limit. Theora’s hand wanks your precum-slicked cock, her thumb teasing over your tip with each pull of her hand from your root to your tip.
“That’s it! Cum for me!” Theora giggles with delight, her hand working furiously.
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