by Eden Redd
The green haired dragon woman stared into Thorrin’s eyes, “I never let anyone hold me the way you did at the crypt. I never let anyone be so close when I was most…afraid.”
Thorrin’s eyes softened as he looked to the vulnerable dragon. Heart swelling, he could see it was difficult on Emma. Despite her power, she sat like a shy animal, cornered and fearful. A moment later, fingers loosened and the blanket fell away. Thorrin gazed upon her naked upper body. Pale skin glowed against the dim candle light. Breasts defied gravity as they hung, pink nipples raised. Smooth skin covered a toned but sensual body. The paladin’s eyes drank in soft curves until they reached the blanket, still covering her from the waist down.
Thorrin thought he would be tired after his time with the beautiful trolls. Instead his heart thumped rapidly in his chest. The time spent with the trolls only seemed to waken his hunger, and new vigor caused his body to react to a primal calling. Hand reaching up, he pressed the palm to his armored chest. Armor and clothes disappeared once again and the paladin stood in his naked glory.
Emma stared at his strong chiseled form and could not deny the warm swirl in her belly and heat filling her cheeks. The desires of her race were deep as the oceans and seeing a strong man only stirred what she already knew she wanted. The paladin moved to the side of the bed, his member throbbing as it thickened. Raised veins appeared along the shaft and the dragon found herself licking her lips.
Thorrin peered down at the dragon with wanting and a touch of amusement. He could see the growing hunger in her eyes. Even in the dim light, her cheeks were rosy. The connection blazed between them as he slipped into bed. Emma’s hand reached out of its own accord and fingers glided over thick muscles. Thorrin’s own hand moved to her hip, gliding down over her thigh. The room grew cozy as hands and fingers explored bodies. The need was there but there was no rush. The player was enjoying the gentle caresses. The back of Emma’s fingers grazed his hardening cock and it bounced to her touch. Thorrin’s fingers brushed against her slightly above average sized breasts and goose bumps rose up. Gentle breaths entwined as he slipped into bed, their bodies moving closer.
Thorrin ran his hand down over her curvy rear, the tips of his fingers touching the sacred spot between her thighs from behind. Emma’s hand touched his shoulder and gasped. The paladin hooked his hand, drawing her closer until their bodies touched. Fingers touched deeper, spreading warm wet lips.
“Claim your faith paladin. I will not let you win it easily,” Emma said with a seductive whisper.
Thorrin ran his wet fingers over her ass, bringing them around. Hands touched a small tuft of hair before sliding down to her wet valley. Fingers grazed her throbbing nub and the dragon clutched at him once again. Eyes closed and lips parted. Emma tensed as if she knew she could barely control it. Thorrin gazed upon her, drinking in her beauty as fingers danced and stroked her clit. The temperature in the room grew with each pass of skillful movements. Emptiness yawned inside the dragon as a primal need to be filled touched her heart. Thorrin took his time, playing her like a fine instrument to a song only they knew.
Emma moved one hand under the blanket, reaching down and touching the paladin’s hard cock against her thigh. Not wanting to be outdone, she fought through the waves of bliss to take hold of the paladin’s instrument. Fingers ran along his shaft and the player found himself moaning with approval. Emma cuddled closer, pressing sensitive nipples to his chest as lips touched his neck. Thorrin held her close, the tempo increasing between her parted thighs.
“No….not yet…” Emma said with an edge of desperation.
The waves intensified as nerves curled. The vibrations rose up like a symphony as the rhythm played on. Thorrin moved his fingers, making sure each slide and stroke of her clit made her gasp and moan. The dragon’s moans grew longer as her hips betrayed her, moving to his touch and not her own commands. Heat spilled from her lips as she focused on suckling his defined neck. Body writhing, the heat and waves grew to a fevered pitch.
“…..no….” Emma managed before her mouth made a perfect O.
Nerves lit up and exploded into blissful light. Body trembling, she gasped and bit her lip as paradise cascaded over frayed nerves. Fireworks blasted senses and she moved to his touch, milking it out until she was greeted by another flood of bliss. Shaking her head, it was too much as pent up feelings and wants came roaring out. Thorrin smiled at the sudden gush against his fingers. He continued his nearly abusive stroking of her clit. Emma let go of his throbbing shaft and grabbed his wrist, trying to push him away. Thorrin stayed true, not budging and teasing out every drop of bliss. Emma let out a refrained cry as a third orgasm caused her body to shake. Unable to concentrate, her body began to change.
Thorrin watched with fascinated eyes. Horns broke skin and pointed upward. Skin on her arms grew into oval patches of scales but the rest stayed alabaster white and smooth. Under the blankets, a tail snaked out from the V curve of ass and tail bone. The half dragon woman gasped as she lost all control and her breathing grew labored. Thighs rubbed together and her clawed hand continued to hold onto his wrist. This time instead of pushing it away, she kept it there as he played with her throbbing clit.
“Do I frighten you?” Emma asked with half closed eyes.
Thorrin smirked, “You honor me by showing your true self.”
Emma closed her eyes, “I don’t know if I can stop myself.”
The paladin let out a playful laugh, “I was just thinking the same thing.”
Thorrin took hold of the blanket and tossed it off their fevered bodies. Looking down, he could see the green tuft of hair right above her pink womanhood. Emma breathed, barely able to move as ecstasy warped her senses. The paladin could not contain himself any longer. Hands roughly took hold of the dragon woman and turned her onto her stomach. Emma did not fight back as Thorrin rolled above her, his cock resting between her round ass. The paladin took hold of her tail and pulled it aside, revealing her pink slit. Emma turned her head to look back. She gasped as Thorrin stared at her like a piece of meat, ready to be devoured. He took hold of his thick spear and pressed the head to her wet opening. The dragon let out a seething hiss as he used it like a magic wand on the folds to her tome of heaven. The dragon squirmed but the human male controlled her by the tail in his hand. Every time she moved, he pulled in the opposite direction. Emma felt his power over her and she surrendered by arching her back and offering herself to him.
The maddening lust took over. Thorrin pressed his spear head to her and slowly pushed in. Emma let out a cry as inches opened up tight walls. Coos filled the room as the paladin drove himself down to the hilt. Emma barely had time to adjust to his size before he moved, power pinning her down. Letting go of her tail, hips and hands pushed her down, his chest touching her delicate back. Hands curled under her arms and grabbed at her chest, squeezing full breasts and touching sensitive nipples. Emma could do nothing as the paladin moved with long powerful strokes of his entire body. Veins along his cock pushed outward against tight lips. With every deep thrust, the dragon woman felt complete. With every pull back, she felt the burning need to be filled again.
Thorrin grunted, driving his wants and desires into Emma’s tight valley. The chain holding his lust and love snapped. The tempo increased and the sounds of skin and skin filled the room. Emma moaned her pleasure as the holy paladin turned into a vile beast. On and on their bodies moved to their private dance. Cock thickening, Thorrin upped the tempo.
Emma let out a squeal, an orgasm crashing into her. Wetness flowed as the paladin drove himself deep. Just as it began to ebb, another orgasm crashed down like waves against stony shores. The dragon bit down on the pillow, trying to contain her muffled screams. The sound of bodies grew violent as Thorrin could not hold back his need to fill her with his seed.
“Your faith?” Thorrin growled.
“You have it,” Emma moaned and again her mouth formed a perfect O.
Thorrin’s cock bugled, forcing Emma’s inn
er walls to their limit. She let out a whimpering cry as molten seed spurted into her tight space. It quickly filled and rushed to find any place to go. Bliss bloomed and Thorrin could not control himself as he thrust deeper and deeper. He barely noticed the golden lock above Emma’s head as it unlocked and faded from view.
Emma grew silent as heat and her own orgasm mixed with his. White seed dripped from her opening as she squeezed, milking him of every drop. Thorrin grunted again as another small amount of come spurted into her womanhood. With a satisfied groan, he pulled out and flopped next to the writhing dragon woman. Attribute stats increased and the words “Holy Touch” appeared in his ability list.
“Fuck yea,” Thorrin said as all pretense of a civilized man floated away on blissful clouds.
Emma curled her body around as Thorrin lay on his back. Mischievous eyes locked on his still hard cock. The player simply groaned his approval as lips closed around his come covered shaft. Emma suckled on his member with long strokes of her lips. She shifted her body so she was kneeling between his legs, head bobbing to his thick cock. Thorrin watched as one of his hands reached out and caressed her hair. Emma’s hand reached between her parted thighs and played with her clit as she tried to suck out more of the human’s seed.
The mood was relaxed until the door to the bedroom opened. Thorrin looked up to see Shella, Saldor’s wife step in and close the door behind her. She wore a loose night gown that barely contained her hourglass figure and full cleavage. Her eyes were wide as she looked down to see Emma pleasuring the paladin, her tail moving back and forth while fingers played on.
Thorrin sat up but could do nothing more as Emma kept him contained, controlling him with her lips and tongue. Shella stepped closer, eyes on the couple and a hunger bubbling below the surface.
“Forgive me Paladin, I know I’m intruding but I had to come to you,” Shella said with a disarming smile.
“Shella, you shouldn’t be here,” Thorrin said in a low voice, his cock getting harder in Emma’s mouth.
“This is my home. I can be anywhere I wish,” the dark-haired woman said as she pulled the shoulder of her night gown down.
“I mean….Saldor?” Thorrin said and let out a grunt as Emma’s tongue lashed at his sensitive head.
Shella smiled, “We talked it over and knew this was important for you. He gave his blessing. You will need all the faith you can for defeating the Dread Lord.”
Thorrin thought back to his kink list and remembered he had chosen the “MILF” kink as his last. It was kind of off the cuff and he wasn’t sure how it would work in the game but now it was all becoming clear.
“This is a hell of a game,” Thorrin whispered to himself.
Shella moved in closer and sat on the edge of the bed. She pulled the other side of her nightgown and it fell down but was caught on her large chest. With a simple wiggle, the rest flowed down to reveal large heavy breasts and small brown nipples. Sliding it over her thick hips and over her knees, it pooled at her feet and she stepped out of them.
Thorrin eyed her, his cock like steel as the situation turned from love to unbridled, lewd lust. The buildup was nearly too much as he stared. Emma pulled away from his cock, a string of saliva connecting from the corner of her mouth to the tip of his cock.
“It seems many want to help you grow stronger. I should take you to the dragon cities. Many dragons would pledge their faith to your mighty spear.” Emma grinned.
Thorrin said nothing as Shella climbed into bed, her hand curling around his wet cock. She stroked him like a master, eyes drinking it in. Emma crawled up and laid next to the paladin, pressing her chest to his arm and putting her hand on his stomach. Thorrin put an arm around her as they both watched Shella take the tip of his cock into her mouth and suckled.
“Does this bother you?” Thorrin managed through spikes of pleasure.
Emma snuggled closer, “Why should it? We live our lives to love. Tonight, might be our last time here on this world. I’d rather know I went to my death loving our time together instead of regrets.”
Shella’s head bobbed up and down as her own hand curled around her heavy breast and pointed nipple. The air grew heated with wet sounds. Emma’s own hand massaged her clit, eyes taking in the wife as she pleased the paladin. Thorrin couldn’t hold back any longer as lips pressed along his shaft and tongue slathered against his purple head. Emma kissed the paladin as she stroked herself. Thorrin kissed her back as his cock thickened. Shella moaned her delight as molten come spurted into her throat.
Thorrin grunted as she milked every drop of him and swallowed. Before he could go soft, the wife and mother pulled up and put the head of his cock to her wet opening. Black hair surrounded pink lips as they engulfed the paladin’s thick hammer. Waves of bliss and soreness stormed through the player but he fought through it. His cock did not wilt but instead stayed hard as Shella bounced on it, moaning her delight. Large breasts bounced as she moved not only for his pleasure but her own.
“I need you,” Emma smiled and stood up on the bed.
Thorrin gazed up as she crotched down toward his face, her thin line touching his lips. The paladin happily obliged as his tongue snaked out to lick her opening. Shella squeezed her inner walls and soon cried out from one orgasm followed by another. Emma took hold of the headboard, moving her hips and making sure Thorrin’s tongue licked and whipped her wanting clit.
A lock appeared over Shella. It opened and faded away. Thorrin watched as his stats increased again. Vigor and strength filled his body, forcing come to spurt once again into Shella. The sounds of lovemaking continued as the wife and dragon shared the holy paladin over and over again with only small moments of resting and kissing. When bodies could go no more, all three collapsed.
Thorrin let out a deep sigh as the call of sleep touched him and sent him to faraway dreams. The last thing he felt was Emma taking his cock into her mouth and suckling again before darkness claimed him with sweet oblivion.
Twelve
The walk to town was slow. The mid-morning sun shined down on the group as they made their way, with the edge of Apple Shire in the distance. Thorrin led the way with Saldor and his family behind him. Emma and Talisa followed, keeping a healthy distance but apparently tolerating each other. Behind Talisa was Melina and Pyke, walking along with their eyes glued to her heels.
Thorrin glanced back to see the somber mood in everyone’s eyes. Saldor was the only one with a smirk and a sword strapped to his back. The edge of town appeared closer and closer until the group made their way in, down the dirt main street, toward the church at the end. People came out and gasps could be heard when they witnessed the trolls. Some women held their children close while some men eyed the strangers with confusion.
The paladin didn’t have time to explain and hoped if he spoke to the Rosk, the town priest, they could all band together for what was to come. The player thought it was a long shot but it was worth it. Dust kicked up as the strange group made it to the front of the church. Saldor moved toward the steps but Thorrin waved him back. The paladin took to the steps and was halfway up when the doors swung open.
Rosk and Lyra gazed down at the paladin and his motley crew behind him. The priest gave a warm smile as the cleric stared blankly down.
“Welcome back Paladin and you have brought friends?” Rosk asked with interest.
“Thank you and yes they are all friends. Do you have a moment to speak?”
“I always have time for a holy paladin. Please come in.” Rosk turned his attention to the cleric, “Lyra, please make sure to attend to our guests.”
The cleric nodded and descended the small set of stairs. Thorrin stepped through but not before glancing to see Lyra create skins of water out of thin air and hand them to the group. Rosk stepped inside and Thorrin followed. When the door closed, the player felt he couldn’t waste any more time.
“I have found the threat and it’s on its way here to claim the town,” Thorrin began.
Rosk listen
ed as Thorrin told of his adventure, his battle with trolls, meeting Emma and battling the Dread Lord. He quickly spoke of the trolls leaving their home for Talon Guard. When he was finishing, Lyra walked back in and stood by the priest and paladin.
The priest’s face turned grim, “We cannot fight this evil.”
Thorrin nodded, “You shouldn’t fight this evil. We’re here to warn everyone to leave so we can prepare to fight Mad Morgan.”
“Do you believe you can face him again?”
Thorrin felt a surge of confidence, “I believe so but I’m more concerned with the townspeople. Not only will Mad Morgan use them as soldiers, they will be a distraction to the battle. My friends are staying to help but I hope to keep it between him and me.”
Lyra’s sad expression turned to the paladin, “You cannot overcome his power. He is a Dread Lord and a lone paladin cannot defeat him.”
Thorrin eyed the almost nun looking cleric and smiled, “I don’t take it lightly but I have faith.”
The doors opened and Saldor stepped in with everyone coming in behind him. Thorrin looked to them and his heart filled with pride. He could see that they wanted to stay with him to the end but he knew he had to do most of the fighting.
“When do you believe this Dread Lord will come for us?” asked Rosk.
“From what my friends can tell me about dread lords, their power grows at night. We believe he may be here by sun down. That gives us the day to evacuate the town and prepare.”
“We can move most of the townspeople to the abandoned monastery to the North East. It is holy ground so the dead will find it difficult to find them,” Saldor spoke up.
Rosk nodded, “Lyra and I will inform the town and begin leading the way to the monastery. It will indeed offer some protection but not against an evil like this Mad Morgan.”
“Hopefully, he will be stopped here,” Thorrin said with a touch of bravery.
Saldor turned to his wife and daughter, “Go with the townspeople.”
