by Eden Redd
The knight ignored her plea as his tongue slipped among her folds and then moved up to slather against her clit. Long moments passed before nerves tightened. Oksuna’s moans fell silent as something grew internally, begging for release. Jayson continued his maddening work, feeling light shudders among her thick thighs. A soul searing moan rose up from the troll’s throat as her eyes squeezed shut. Hips bucking, she cried out as explosions ran along tight nerves. The impacts caused the dam to break, bliss and wetness spilling unchecked. Jayson gave a small smirk as wetness flowed, touching his lips and dripping down his chin. The knight snuggled his face deeper into her valley, feeling the heat rush to his cheeks. Oksuna cried out again and again as sudden explosions took hold, one after the other. Thoughts were engulfed in a cloud of bliss and confusion wrapping her like a loving blanket. Chest heaving, sensitive nipples touched a toned chest.
Jayson watched as the sensual troll squirmed from flashes and flashes of bliss. He crawled over her as she bit her lip with closed eyes. When his chest touched erect nipples, she tried to regain some semblance of awareness only for it to be drowned out as the tip of his cock touched her quivering valley.
The knight gazed at her lovingly as hips moved. Oksuna gasped as her lord’s manhood pushed at her tight opening. Strong knees pushed her legs aside as he invaded her valley with one long slow thrust. Inner walls spread to accommodate her lord as she sheathed his thick sword. Happy tears welled up as bliss clouded her mind. Jayson snuggled closer, his cock buried to the hilt and hands clutching at large breasts. Holding a nipple between fingers, Jayson licked at it before closing his mouth and suckling on her. The troll squirmed and that caused the knight to move his hips. Inches moved back and forth between them. Oksuna squeezed him with each stroke and soon Jayson found it harder to think.
A needy insanity took over as Oksuna reached around and grabbed her lord’s ass, forcing him as deep as he could go. She moaned and whimpered her delight as she helped him along. Jayson nibbled her nipple and another moan fell from her parted lips. Time lost all meaning as they connected, deeper than ever before. Jayson pulled his upper body up as his hips worked. Oksuna curled her long legs around his waist as her hand held onto the sides of his ribs. The look they gave each other was beyond words.
Jayson’s member thickened and Oksuna’s inner walls tightened. Bodies vibrated as they could not hold back the urges that whipped at their very beings. A fever bloomed between them as movements grew rougher. The sound of their lovemaking bounced off stone walls as their vision and hearts became truly focused. Moans and grunts rose up and the tide of bliss came crashing down. Oksuna let out a deep whimper as nerves exploded one again. Jayson’s cock thickened, spreading her pinks walls. White molten seed burst from his manhood, filling the tight space between them. Paradise and bliss held hands as bodies moved to their own accord. The knight mashed his upper body down on her as she enveloped him with her arms and legs. Pressure increased and the player could feel each push of his seed. Oksuna held tight as warmth filled her womb. Bodies quivered but on and on they pushed. Oksuna squeezed, milking every drop from her lord’s cock while coaxing out every bit of her own orgasms. When the fog lifted slightly, Jayson collapsed onto Oksuna’s warm chest. The troll held him close, fingers in his hair as she kept him inside her, lovingly squeezing him.
Jayson stared off as the bliss rolled over his senses. A blinking three question marks appeared in his vision. The number beside it was up to 98%. Jayson couldn’t think and quickly mentally tapped it to disappear. Oksuna held him close. A moment passed and the knight’s cock slowly grew harder. Oksuna felt new wetness rise up to coat her lord’s cock. Bodies moved once again to their endless appetites.
***
Sardyna and Lunatina laughed as they held onto each other, legs moving in all sorts of directions. The jester and hellhound crashed into walls and rolled off, trying to make it to their rooms. Lunatina looked over at the concubine but of the two, it was clear that Sardyna had too much.
“I….I need…to get…to my lord…” the hellhound said in a deep haze.
Lunatina smiled, “I..I thought…we were having fun..(hic)..”
The hellhound gave a sloppy grin, “I am….having fun…”
“Then show me..your room…”
The hellhounds ears perked up, “You want to go to my room?”
The jester gave a wide grin and nodded, “It has been so long since I felt another’s touch. I hear hellhounds have great tongues.”
Sardyna returned the smile, “We…do. My lord has told me he likes my mouth and tongue.”
“Then show me,” The jester cooed with sultry eyes.
Sardyna smiled. The two continued their pin balling until they reached a room. The door opened and they slipped in, giggling. Lunatina looked around as the hellhound took her by the hand and pulled her to the bed.
“Is this your room?” the jester asked as the hellhound pushed her to the side of the bed.
“I have no idea. Does it matter?” Sardyna grinned as she fell to her knees.
Lunatina smiled, “I suppose not.”
The jester reached behind and grabbed hold of the buttons along her back. One by one she undid them until the fabric at her shoulders loosened. Sardyna looked up with hungry red eyes and tail wagging as the jester took hold of her one-piece outfit and slipped it over her shoulders. Black and purple fell away to reveal smooth, dead white skin. Sardyna watched as pale pink nipples were exposed among sensual curves. Lunatina lifted herself up just enough to slip the bodysuit under her rump. She sat back down on the edge and let the outfit pool at her feet.
Sardyna was patient as Lunatina reached down, picked up her outfit and put it on the bed. Next her hands went to her headpiece, unbuckled the tiny straps in the back and pulled it off, exposing short, white hair. At first, the concubine thought the jester was wearing makeup, but much to Sardyna’s surprise her black lips, eye shadow and liner were actually part of her face.
Lunatina could see the questions form in the hellhounds face and smiled, “When I studied alchemy in my youth, there was an accident. This is how I look now.”
Sardyna nodded approvingly but her eyes lowered their gaze to her hairless valley and pink lips. Tail wagging, she moved forward, pressing her nose to the jester’s pink line. Lunatina watched with curious eyes until the hellhound’s tongue slipped out and tasted her. A sudden touch of bliss ran along nerves as Sardyna took hold of her hips and pressed her mouth against the jester. Tongue running along her wet pussy, the scent alone was driving the concubine nuts. Red eyes widened as she licked and slathered against the jester.
Lunatina closed her eyes, “I never…had anyone…touch me before….” She cooed.
Sardyna ignored her, lost to the rapture inducing scent. She worked harder, licking and licking, not being able to stop herself. The jester looked down with half parted eyes, taking in the blissful tingles running through her. Sardyna huffed and licked until shadows touched her vision. Instinct kicked in and she tried to pull away but the intoxicating scent and taste was too much to ignore.
Lunatina scratched the scruff at the hellhound’s neck amid blissful sensations, “I managed to find jord root. I was able to make a potion and poured it over my pussy. It’s kind of like catnip but for hellhounds. Some of the side effects are memory loss so you won’t remember what is happening right now and you will not be able to resist me.”
The jester let out a shudder as Sardyna lapped hungrily at her nub, “Don’t worry, Sardyna. You’ll be fine. I just need something you have.”
Sardyna continued to lap and lap and lap at the jester until her eyes rolled into her head. Shadows grew, covering her vision in a dark haze. The concubine finally pulled away and fell backwards onto the rug in the middle of the room. Lunatina looked down, her hand touching herself for a moment. The hellhound lay with closed eyes and lips parted, breathing softly.
Lunatina pulled her hand from between her legs and reached into her side pouch of her out
fit on the bed. She pulled out a syringe. Standing up, she stepped over the unconscious hellhound and knelt down. The syringe gleamed in the lantern light as the jester moved the point to Sardyna’s arm.
“I just need a little,” the jester smiled with black lips and half-closed eyes.
***
Lance was smiling as his concubines, Luk and Balog carried him to their room. Several servants followed behind. The female servants peeled away and back down the corridor while three males followed the inebriated knight. Lance glanced back as they gave him smiles, darkness under their eyes.
Lance moved his legs and stood under his own power but couldn’t stop his slight swaying. He turned to the three servants and eyed them, Balog and Luk at his sides.
“You don’t have to follow me. My concubines know the way,” Lance said politely.
One of the servants stepped forward, “We want to follow. We want to please.”
The white knight gave a smirk, “Party in my room?”
The three servants nodded and grinned. Lance turned around and stumbled forward. He would have hit the floor if the elf and fire elemental didn’t catch him. Dragging their lord along, they slipped into their room. The servants followed and closed the door behind them.
Lance managed to stand up again, stumble forward and crash into the bed. Lying on his stomach, he could hear movement behind him. Turning over, he watched as the servants began undressing. Luk and Balog also undressed but kept wary eyes on the servants.
“I think they’re safe, aren’t you guys?” Lance laughed.
“We are here to please,” one of the servants said when they were fully naked. Strong toned bodies glowed in the lantern light. Luk had revealed his slender body while Balog showed his wide shoulders and thick muscles. Lance moved to the edge of the bed and watched as the servants split up, one to each concubine and one before the knight. The room took on a sultry vibration as servants knelt before the elf and fire elemental. Balog’s bronze skin shined as one of the men wrapped their lips around the elemental’s thick human like cock. Another knelt and took hold of Luk’s cock, licking the end before suckling on it. Another servant moved to Lance’s feet, eager to please.
The knight put his palm to his chest. Clothes faded away and the knight’s manhood slowly stood up under its own power. Without a word, the servant closed his mouth over the end and suckled. Lance let out a deep exhale as he watched the tension in the room bleed away with every lick and swirl of tongues. The knight thought of Jayson and Sonja but those thoughts were flooded away as the tempo grew.
It didn’t take long before grunts filled the room and come burst into waiting mouths. The servants continued to suckle, drinking down come and using their skills to harden their guests once again.
Lance gave a small grin, “Everyone on the bed. There are still several hours till dawn.”
***
Wynter weaved as she walked the long hallway to the guest quarters. Eyes glazed over, she tried to keep herself upright. A faint memory swirled in her mind of her telling the several servants not to touch her. They quickly fled when she threaten to raise the dead. Alone, she tried to remember which door was to her room. Eyes gazing at the floor, she managed to see a pair of boots. Slowly looking up, she saw someone was in those boots. Taking in the gray and gold trim of his outfit, Wynter stood up to her full height and saw Thorrin leaning against a wall by a room. The paladin had his arms crossed but a pleasant smile on his lips.
“Lost your way, Paladin,” Wynter said dead pan.
Thorrin kept his smile, “No. I wanted to make sure you got to your room okay.”
Wynter gave him a sarcastic smile, “I don’t need you looking out for me. Why don’t you bother someone else?”
The paladin unfolded his arms and bowed before her, “I know I have been a jerk but I wanted to apologize, nothing more.”
Wynter eyed him for a moment before hardening her brow, “Apology accepted, now go away. I’m sure Lyra could use your comfort.”
Thorrin continued to smile, “She’s praying with the orc.”
The necromancer looked to him fully knowing that Lyra was on her knees communing with her sex goddess. Wynter had considered taking the cleric class but felt it was much too submissive. After her last break up, she was not going to be submissive to anyone any more.
“I’m sure the servants will gladly suck your dick,” Wynter said with a hard edge.
Thorrin’s brow formed a sharp V, “I have never met anyone in this game with as many hang ups as you. I’m not looking to fuck. I like to get to know people. You are beautiful and I can’t help myself but clearly, you’re damaged. Forget I said anything. Have fun in your angry prison.”
Wynter stood with a sliver of shock in her eyes as the paladin turned and stormed off. Anger burned and fueled her rage as she stomped after him.
“Don’t you dare tell me what to do! You act like a rude jerk and think just because you want to be a nice guy that I should spread my legs. Think again!”
Thorrin felt a hand on his shoulder. The necromancer took a firm hold and whipped him around to face her. The two stared daggers into each other as fury skirted between them.
“Go have one of your zombies fuck some sense into you,” Thorrin growled.
Wynter’s eyes blazed as she pulled back her arm and made a fist. Thorrin’s head moved slightly as the necromancer’s fist connected with his jaw. The player noted the one hit point damage and turned his hard gaze to the necromancer. Wynter’s arm was shaking as she reared back to punch him again. A foul rage had taken root as she remembered all of her bad relationships. The poison was there, seething under her skin as control fluttered away. She growled hatred as she swung at him again.
Thorrin caught her arm mid swing and held it. Wynter’s eyes blazed as she brought her booted foot into his stomach. The paladin bent and fell back as she rushed him. Dark energy swirled around fingers as she pointed a hand. Thorrin activated his Holy Shield, a glowing golden aura surrounding him. A black lightning bolt flashed forward and bounced off the aura, striking the wall. Servants rushed to either end of the hall to see what the commotion was.
Thorrin regained his balance and rushed at the mad necromancer. The two clashed as hands grabbed at each other. Wynter struggled in the paladin’s grip as he fought to contain her. Bodies were so close that the struggle slowed and stopped. Wynter gazed into the paladin as his rage bled away and was replaced with sorrow. He immediately let go and backed off. Wynter rubbed her arms as the paladin backed up a few steps.
Glancing to the servants, the paladin raised his hands, “Sorry, nothing to see, just a misunderstanding.”
Wynter looked to the servants as they stayed where they were, watching unconvinced. “It’s fine. We were having a discussion on right and wrong.”
The servants sheepishly shuffled away. The paladin and necromancer stood, eyeing one another, a foolish feeling cascading over their hearts.
“I’m really sorry. I never lose control like that. The weird vibration here isn’t letting me calm down,” Thorrin said calmly.
Wynter hugged her waist, “I’m sorry too. I had a bad break up two months ago and…..and I haven’t been dealing with it well. I thought I could just let it go but it keeps showing up.”
Wynter bit her lip, “I can sense it here too. I can sense death and darkness but it has a calming effect on me. I didn’t think about how it would affect you and Lyra.”
Thorrin stepped closer, reaching over and taking her hand into his, “We….we can talk about it…if you want?”
Wynter’s lip wrinkled into a half smirk, “That’s all Kai and I ever talk about. I’m sick of talking about it.”
The necromancer eyed the paladin as he stood with kindness in his eyes. A heat took hold and in a blink of an eye, Wynter pressed her lips to the holy paladin before her. Thorrin’s eyes widened but only for a moment as tongues slipped over one another. Hands grabbed at each other fiercely as the remnants of their rage shifted into
uncontrolled wanting.
The paladin pushed the scantily clad necromancer against the wall. Bodies grinding, they moved as if they were possessed. Wynter gasped for air while Thorrin kissed and licked at her alabaster neck. A thigh high booted leg curled around him, passion inflaming every action. Wynter felt the paladin harden against her and she let out a small cry. Hand reaching over, she grabbed the door handle, turned and shoved the door inward. Seeing what she was doing, he held her close as they clumsily moved over and nearly fell into the bedroom. The paladin kicked his foot out, trying to close the door. It came close but a sliver remained open and unnoticed.
Wynter broke free as hands worked to remove her cloak. Thorrin grinned as he pressed a palm to his chest. Clothes faded away and he stood nude before her. Wynter grinned back as she put her palm to her chest, cloak, boots, bikini top and bottom fading from sight. The two players stared at each other, taking in their beautiful bodies. Thorrin moved closer, his manhood fully standing up. Wynter met him halfway. Taking hold of the paladin, she shifted him on his feet and curled a leg behind his heel. Thorrin wasn’t sure what was happening until pale hands touched his chest and pushed. The paladin fell backwards onto the bed and Wynter leapt.
Thorrin’s hands rose up and caught her waist as she landed on him. Breasts bounced as pink nipples pointed. The paladin let his hand slide down to her long leg as she hungrily lifted herself up onto her knees and took hold of his hard cock.
“I can take care of you first….” Thorrin said before the necromancer’s hand mashed his mouth closed.
“Shut up. No more talking,” Wynter said as she pressed the head of his cock to her wet opening.
Inches spread open her tight space as gravity did the work. The necromancer impaled herself on the paladin’s rigid member, sliding down inch after inch. Inner walls spread to accommodate the veiny shaft as pale, pink lips squeezed. Thorrin said nothing as she pulled her hand away and placed both hands on his chest. When she reached the hilt, she began moving, slowly at first, on his manhood. Blissful sensations bloomed between them as the necromancer took control. Thorrin watched as she closed her eyes and let out small sensual moans. Cupping her round bottom, he helped her along as wet sounds filled the chamber.
