You slump atop her, gasping as she sucks noisily at your neck. Darkness closes in around you. The pleasure and warmth begins to recede into an endless, pitiless cold. The last sound you hear is a single, final thumping of your heart.
CONTINUE >
Make love to the baroness
Your cock twitches in your trousers at the sight of the lovely Baroness Lydia Carminus presenting herself. Clearly the woman has been through great tragedy and it has left her needing human companionship. She has gone nearly mad in this empty castle and it is up to you to bring her back from the brink by showing her the attentions of a man.
“I need you, my brave hero,” she moans, gyrating her hips and fucking her blushing cunt with two fingers.
“It would be cruel to deny you my aid,” you say, unbuckling your sword belt and allowing it to thump to the floor. “I will give you what you need, my lady.”
Her lips curl into a smile and her pale blue eyes twinkle as she watches you shed your clothing and climb onto the bed with your hard cock jutting from your hips.
“Comfort me with your sword,” she moans as you climb atop her. “Oh, Lucas, please bury your manly weapon inside me.”
“Gently, my lady,” you promise as you kiss her lips and drive your hardness into the cove of her cunt. Though she is slick with desire, there is something off about the feeling of her womanhood and is grips your cock. She sighs with pleasure against your lips and you stroke your manhood into her cove again, realizing that it is the lack of warmth. She is not cold, not room temperature, but she is cooler than a woman should be.
Your concerns are alleviated by the tight squeeze of her cunt around your shaft. She wraps her legs around you, drawing you deeper as she kisses you and moans into that kiss.
“Oh, my brave warrior, fuck me,” she gasps. “I yearn for the warmth of your seed.”
“My lady, ohhhh, you grip like a glove of silk,” you moan, thrusting into her very tight pussy. Her small breasts quiver with the force of each stroke and her lips part in a long, soft sigh against your kiss. She lightly rakes her nails down your back and cradles your buttocks, squeezing them and pulling you deeper into her clutching cunt.
“Your steel,” she moans. “It plunges into me, to my very heart! Claim me, my brave hero! Claim me with your seed as… ohhhhhh… Lucas!”
She bucks beneath you, jerking her hips and sliding her slick cunt against your cock. Despite her slickness, friction has warmed her depths and you power your cock into her, shaking the bed and forcing soft cries of pleasure from her lips with every stroke. Your hardness swells inside her slick walls. Your stones tighten as your seed churns within them.
“Baroness,” you groan. “I will fill you with my seed if that is what you wish.”
“Yess!” She cries, clinging to your muscular shoulders. “Pour your seed into me! Give it to me, my brave warrior!”
“Ahhhhh!” You hold her tightly as your cock erupts into her slick channel. As your cock begins to pulse and your seed begins to fill the baroness, you feel her kiss upon your neck followed by a sharp pain. You try to lift your head, but her arms are like iron bars holding you against her. Your cock continues to throb inside her as the pain of her fangs gives way to a warm, pulsing pleasure. She loudly sucks your hot blood as the flower of her cunt drinks the hot flow of your cum.
Your pleasure ebbs and darkness closes in around you. The warmth of your ecstasy gives way to a pitiless cold the stretches in darkness in every direction. The last sound you hear is the faint, trembling thump of your final heartbeat.
CONTINUE >
Go to sleep for the night
Alone in your room at the inn, exhausted from a very long and intense day, you slip quickly off to sleep. The ominous darkness of the Nightlands seems to creep into your slumber and help to shape the place of your dreams into a warped vision of reality. Furniture seems too large, doors are at odd angles, and sounds echo strangely through the enormous version of the inn.
Your bed is a four poster as big as any in the Crystal Sanctum and strange birds flit past the moonlight window. You hear footsteps approaching you in your bed, but you cannot move. The door swings open and Theora seems to glide into the room, hovering on her spread wings. Her gown ripples over her perfect body on unseen currents of air.
“Lucas,” she moans, her voice seemingly far away. “I need you inside me, Lucas.”
She lifts her gown and bares her cunt. Her skin is so pale, the golden hair over her mound silver instead of gold. She rises above you, her gown melting away to reveal the alabaster perfection of her body. Her silvery blue eyes are sad as she straddles you and rubs her soft cunt against your painfully erect cock.
“Is this for me?” She whispers, her golden hair on her head turning silver as it swirls about her face as if she is under water.
“Y-yes,” you whisper in reply, stroking her legs up to her hips. “Yes, it’s all for you, my goddess.”
“Ohhhhhh,” she moans as she sinks down onto your cock. Her tight pussy swallows up every inch of your manhood and Theora begins to ride atop you, faster and faster, the bed shaking as her glorious cunt squeezes around your cock. Her hair swirls around her head, sometimes completely obscuring her face as it seems to twist and flow in powerful currents. She rides atop you, her perfect breasts bouncing, her face is mostly obscured by her hair, but her eyes shine out through locks that wrap her nose and mouth. The silvery blue of her eyes becomes pulsing violet.
“What is happening?” You moan.
“I can give you what you really want, Lucas,” moans Theora, her voice become huskier and even more arousing. “You want your mother back, don’t you?”
“Y-yes,” you moan, your pleasure rising with your fear as Theora works her hips faster and faster and bounces her luscious ass atop you.
“What would you do to have her back?” This new voice asks, a cruel lilt making your body tremble.
“A-anything,” you moan, your balls tightening and your cock surging with pleasure. You can’t hold back. The pleasure is too intense. You squeeze Theora’s hips as your orgasm rises with volcanic force.
“Then have her!” The voice cries and there is a sudden blast of force that knocks Theora’s hair from her face and makes her spread her arms to her sides. She is Theora no more! It is your mother, beautiful and lust-eyed atop you. She moves her hips the same way as Theora, her breasts even larger and slightly more pendulous, areolas wider, hips more womanly, her lips fuller and her nose resembling your own.
“M-mother?” You gasp.
“Fuck meeeeee,” she moans, bouncing her slick pussy around your cock.
Your orgasm surges violently through your body. You try to deny it, to refuse such a sin, but you cannot. You grab her plush ass in both hands and thrust upwards into the welcoming cunt of your own mother. Tears drop from your eyes as you thrust into her steamy pussy without control. Spurt after spurt of your seed, flooding the hot vessel that once gave you life, the joy at being reunited with your mother mingling with the despair of committing such an atrocity.
She leans down, whispering softly, “I love you, Lucas.”
“Mother,” you whimper as she kisses you and thrusts her tongue into your mouth. You feel a second wave of pleasure and sense spark of violet light playing around her lips and yours. You cannot break the kiss as ecstasy floods your body, more and more, flowing out through your mouth and your cock, still buried in her sucking cunt. She’s draining you of your life force. Your own mother. Sucking out every drop.
She breaks the kiss and you know she has taken it all. She has devoured your essence as she rides atop your with her creamy pussy. She looks down at you, her eyes glowing violet, her hair white, and horns now curling from the top of her head.
“I give you everything you wanted, Lucas,” she purrs, her voice a mixture of your mother’s and that husky voice from before. “Now your soul is mine.”
“Noooooo!” You cry and sit bolt upright in bed, your body drenched with sweat
and your night shorts filthy with your cum.
It takes several seconds for your panicked heart to slow. You notice the faint gray light of day coming through the curtained window and realize that it was all just a dream.
CONTINUE >
Ask Rianna to pleasure you with her bust
You cannot get enough of Rianna’s plush breasts. You kiss them and lick them and suck her fat nipples back and forth, until her teats are reddened and glistening with your saliva.
“Ohhh, yer goin’ after ‘em, aren’tcha?” Rianna moans, cradling your head and pushing her breasts into your face. She smacks the weight of them against you, pressing from the sides to massage your whole face in that warm valley. You fondle and squeeze them and guide a nipple back to your mouth to suck even more. She gives your cock another squeeze, reminding you of the whole point of paying her.
“Your tits,” you moan against her breasts. “Wank me with your tits.”
“Aw, my specialty,” she giggles. She sits upright, depriving you of her lovely breasts for a moment. She begins to slide off your lap and off the bed, dragging the weight of her luscious mounds down your body, squishing the soft cushions against your abdomen and down to your straining cock.
Your legs overhang the bed and Rianna drops to her knees between them, her tits in your lap and her arms resting atop them as she wanks you with her hand. Precum trickles out of the reddened apple of your cockhead, smearing her fingers with your slick juice.
“Gotcha goin’ already, ain’t I? Well, that’ll be nice and smooth.” You watch her hand massaging your cock with a practiced stroke. She’s not wanking you between her breasts, but you get to watch those lovely mounds with their wide areolas and thick nipples jiggling as she pumps her fist on your cock.
“Oh, gods, you’re good with your hands,” you moan, watching her plump breasts jiggle with each stroke. Precum continues to ooze out of your cockslit until your entire shaft and Rianna’s fingers are coated in your warm, lubricating liquid.
“Most prefer a good suck,” she says. “But I’ll give a knee-shaker under the table for a few silvers. Now then… let’s get this nice cock o’ yours where it belongs.”
You watch with straining desire as Rianna parts her very large breasts and catches the upright, red pillar of your cock in the silky squeeze of her cleavage. She massages up and down your length, spreading your precum between her mounds thoroughly before the proper wanking begins. You lift your head to watch as she squeezes your straining manhood in the slippery valley between her tits and begins to pump them up and down. Her tits are huge, quite pendulous, and very soft. It feels as if your cock is crushed between warm pillows as her silky flesh rides up and down around your hard cock.
“Gods, that’s good,” you moan and begin to thrust your hips and fuck into her cleavage.
“Thattaboy,” she pants, slapping her tits down around your cock with every stroke. “Fuck ‘em, love. Go on, fuck me tits. Oh, there’s a big strong lad. Nice hard cock. Fuck ‘em.”
Her coarse dirty talk encourages you and you watch your purpling cockhead pop through her cleavage with every stroke. She squeezes you tightly, rubbing around your shaft as you pump your manhood up through her soft breasts and rub the tip against her throat. Your cock leaves smears of precum against her reddened neck.
The bed creaks with the motion of your hips and she slaps her tits against your cock, up and down, meeting your strokes and squeezing you tightly in her pillowy crush. Your orgasm rises swiftly as you watch her work her tits against you.
“Ahhhhh, I’m going to cum!” You cry, feeling the pressure building inexorably.
“That’s it,” she moans. “Give it to me, love! Squirt all yer juice out on me tits.”
“Ohhhhhhh! Yesss!” You thrust so hard between her breasts that your ass lifts off the bed with each stroke. Your cock nearly pokes the underside of her chin as the tension of your welling pleasure gives way to the hot, rapid pulsing of your cock and the spurting of your creamy seed against her neck.
“Ohhhhh, yeah, give it to me,” she laughs.”That’s it, warm me up with yer jam.”
Your thick load of cum paints her neck, her breasts and spills down between her tits. A reservoir of milky white fills the top of her cleavage and swamps the purple plum of your cockhead. She slowly releases the pressure of her breasts and all that cum spill down between them and over your shaft.
“Quite a mess, love,” she says, looking down at all the spunk on her breasts. She gathers some up on a finger. She looks up at you and gives it a taste. “Mmmm, not bad. Healthy. I can taste that much.”
You shudder at the sight of her licking up some of your cum, but are disgusted by the thought of her tasting enough sickly cum to know the difference. She smiles sweetly and fetches the wash basin from the nearby table and a fresh wash cloth. She dips the cloth into the water, wrings it out, and begins to wipe herself off. You watch her from the bed as she bathes her huge breasts, taking special care to clean her pink nipples and wide areolas.
When she is done with herself, she kneels down beside you, bathing your cock with the cool washcloth. She wanks you a bit and you start to go stiff again in her hand.
“Aw, sorry love,” she says, stopping short of getting you fully hard. “Unless ye got more coin, I’m not givin’ you a wank.”
“That’s alright,” you say. “I’m tired. I need my sleep.”
“Right, ‘course ya do,” she says and pats your head. She tucks your clean cock back into your night shorts and laces her breasts back into her bodice. “G’night then, Lucas. Maybe you can scrape up some more coins tomorrow and give me a proper fuck.”
“Y-yeah,” you say, your cock twitching at the thought. “Right, I’ll try to, um, try to find some more coins.”
Rianna wiggles her fingers farewell and departs from your room. You rise from the bed to latch the door and then return to your pillow. A deep, contented weariness settles over you and in moments you feel sleep closing in around you.
CONTINUE >
Take Theora passionately
You lift your face from Theora’s breasts and kiss her again, your ardor swelling as you hold her atop you and stroke your hands over her soft feathered wings.
“I cannot stay away from you,” you whisper hotly between kisses. “The others do not distract me from you, Theora, and not even the goddess’s beauty compares.”
“That sounds rather like blasphemy,” she scolds, but there is a smile on her lips. You kiss it and thrust your tongue against hers. Her wings lift just enough for you to work your hands beneath them, stroking the smooth muscles of her back and shoulders. She slides lower, straddling you, the heat of her bare cunt against the hardness tenting your night shorts.
You work a hand beneath her body and between her thighs, stroking the hot furrow of her cunt as you kiss her. She moans against your lips and you plunge a finger into her silky channel, feeling her wetness and the clutch of her tight walls. You fuck her with two fingers and she jerks her hips, riding against your hand as her breasts heave and her moaning pleasure vibrates into your hungry kiss.
Her pussy clutches at your thrusting fingers, but you draw your fingers out, earning a soft cry of disappointment. Before she can pull away from your embrace and ask you why you have denied her, you smear her slickness from your fingers onto your cock and guide your hardness to her velvet folds. Theora knows what you are doing at once and you her lips curl into a smile against your lips.
“How bold,” she gasps against you and pushes her hips downward to impale her hot cunt onto your surging hardness. You moan together with the intimate union, her tight, slick channel gripping your hardness as it jerks with need. Her delicate hair tickles against you as she grinds her pussy down and takes your manhood to the hilt.
“Ohhhhhh,” you moan against her lips, before pressing another hungry kiss to her. You slip your hands lower, taking a firm hold on her shapely ass and thrusting up and into her pussy. She rides atop your cock, hips rolling, he
r lips parted in hot sighs of pleasure.
You fight to hold back your welling lust, struggling to both savor and resist the warm, wet pleasure gliding up and down your cock. Her breasts heave and the muscles of her haunches work as she rides your cock. She takes you to the very edge, your muscles tight and your breath heavy against her lips.
“Stop,” you command and push her hips back, preventing her from riding your cock. Even holding her still, her inner muscles flutter around you and nearly make you explode.
“Something wrong, Lucas?” She whispers, kissing your lips, then your cheek, and then pressing her lips against your ear. “Don’t you want to cum inside me?”
“Of course,” you laugh, but lift her up and off your cock, your steel-hard manhood smacking against your abdomen as it slips free of her pussy. You slide up and pull her with you, falling together atop the inn’s creaking bed. You roll her beside you, onto her back, and rise to your knees above her.
“Oh, you will take me like a proper man?” She asks, smiling and parting her creamy thighs to offer you her blushing cunt.
“No,” you say. “I’ll take you like a proper woman!”
You practically fall atop her, pushing her legs wide and using only your hips to position your cock at her glistening entrance. She arches, her soft breasts shifting, her pink nipples jutting upwards.
“Fuck meee,” she moans and you do not hesitate, thrusting your hips and skewering her steamy cunt on your hardness. The hot, slippery silk of her cunt clutches around you as you sheath every inch of your manhood inside her and press your tight balls against the tender divot of her anus.
You hold her hips, leaning over her and pounding your cock forcefully into the slick passage of her pussy. Your balls slap against her and each of your strokes makes Theora’s luscious breasts sway with the motion of your body. You drive her down into the bedding, the frame protesting and thumping against the wall. She tosses her head with pleasure, golden hair sweeping across her face, lips parted as she moans in ecstasy.
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