Witch Doctor

She can make any fantasy a reality.
Virgil Umbroa and Wakeeda are both my OCs.
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Through the thick mist of the swamp a silhouette could be seen. Hunched over, sneaking through. A large quiver rested on it's back and an oak bow was carried in it's hand, an arrow already nocked. It paused for a second and lifted down it's hood, revealing a 37-year old human man with a lack of hair and light-grey eyes that looked over the environment like a hawk. His light-brown skin contrasted the white mist. Virgil Umbroa stood still, listening for any sounds not made by animals.

Virgil had been sent here to kill a witch. The nobles of Westend themselves had sent out the bounty, but nobody except Virgil had taken the job. The witch in question was both hated and feared, but she usually kept to herself so she was left alone. Lately however, there had been huge fires in the swamp, and a few days beforehand, a spirit giant had been summoned directly in the centre of Lapvale. Only dark mages knew the magic to summon spirits, so the nobles had decided that enough was enough.

Virgil crept silently through the swamp, making sure not to step on any twigs or such. His only advantage against this witch was that she wasn't expecting him. He'd prefer not to squander it. He wasn't used to fighting magic-users in any case. Very few mages remained in Asmana. Those who did were always either studying or practicing spells. There weren't even that many mage fighters left in Agliophilia.

The mist next to him suddenly seemed to shift. It swirled and coalesced into a mouth. A deep but female voice spoke through it: "I know you're out here, archer. There's no point trying to surprise me. Either come directly to my door or leave." The mist swirled again and took the shape of an arrow, pointing to what Virgil knew was the witch's door.

"Well, so much for surprising her." Virgil muttered under his breath. He stood up and walked forwards through the mist, following the arrow that led him.

Soon a large wooden shack hoved into view. It was the size of a mead hall, but had only one floor. It looked stable enough, but there was still something about it that looked unsafe. There were holes cut into the wood instead of windows, and Virgil could see the flickering light of candles through them. Virgil walked to the door and pushed it open with a loud creak.

He spotted the witch instantly. To his surprise, she had white skin; he was expecting somebody of similar colour to himself. She had dark brown hair that flowed down her back and wore very little clothing, if you could call it that. Nothing covered her chest save for a string necklace with various small jars hanging from it. For her bottom half she merely wore a long loincloth. However, her body was adorned with bracelets and jewelry.

Without looking over at him, she announced "So, you took the first option. Are you here to kill me? Because that's not going to work for either of us."

"That's what I'm being paid to do, yes." Virgil answered, he gripped his bow a little tighter but didn't draw back the arrow. "But I'll admit I'm a little curious as to why you raised a giant spirit in the middle of Lapvale that just disappeared without doing any real damage. Were you trying to scare people for a laugh?"

She scoffed. "That was done with a potion. A stranger came to me and said he needed a distraction for something. He paid my dues"-she pointed to a gold anklet she wore-"and collected the ingredients. I merely brew my potions. What people do with them is none of my concern. Not too dissimilar from alchemists." She added, as an afterthought.

Virgil pondered for a moment, but before he could open his mouth the witch asked "Can you feel something odd? It's like..." her eyes became wide for a moment before anger filled her face "Oh, for the spirit's sake!" She moved to a window on the south side of the house. Virgil looked and saw a huge cloud of smoke. Someone had started a fire.

"Wait, that's not you doing that?" Virgil asked.

The witch was already moving to the door. "No. It's my former lover. Stay here, and don't touch any of the bottles." she told him firmly before slamming the door.

Virgil looked over and saw a large figure among the quickly-spreading fire. He closed his left eye and leaned out of the window slightly. A fire troll hoved into view. Virgil was surprised, but he wasn't sure why. Plenty of people had been lovers with all sorts of weird races. Virgil himself had once had a short affair with a centaur.

"Nyajinga!" the witch screamed as she ran towards him.

The troll turned around and immediately threw a war axe at the witch. She expertly dodged it and sent a wave of mist towards him that pushed him into a tree with force. He ran at her, ducked under her next spell and swung with the axe in his other hand. The witch sidestepped the swing and kicked him in the back of the leg. She grabbed his face and channeled some sort of magic that made him scream in agony. When he pushed her off Virgil saw half of his face was covered in ice.

The troll aimed a blow at the witch's face and barely missed. He swung a second time and the witch only just dodged in time. She blasted him with frost magic but it didn't even seem to slow him down. The troll threw a ball of fire magic at her and it hit her directly in the face. He took his chance and threw his axe lower, and it hit it's mark: the witch's leg.

The witch was down, and the way she was holding her leg made it clear she wasn't getting back up. The troll wrenched his axe out of the ground and walked towards her, ready to deliver the final blow. He didn't even stop to gloat, as most trolls did.

Heart beating faster than a tiger during a chase, Virgil nocked an arrow, drew back his bow and aimed carefully, closing his left eye again so as to see better. He quickly picked his spot to shoot. He whispered a few chosen words before releasing the arrow: "Burn down this, shortlove."

The arrow flew through the air as if slowed down. It hit the troll in the back and he recoiled in pain, shrieking. The witch seized her chance and swept his legs with a spell, grabbing the troll's dropped axe and scrambling to him before lifting it up and bringing it crashing down into his face. Virgil was only thankful that he wasn't close enough to see the details as she repeatedly lifted the axe and brought it crashing back down, punctuating every blow with a curse.

She walked back to the house with surprising vigour. When she entered, Virgil saw her chest and belly were splattered with blood. She went to an iron bucket and tipped the contents over herself. Instantly, the blood washed off of her and she even seemed to regain a bit of breath back. "So, what is the name of the man I owe thanks to?" she asked.

"Virgil." the archer answered. "Virgil Umbroa. What about the witch who's thanking me?"

"Wakeeda. Not my birth name, but I prefer it." she replied. She took a bottle off of a shelf with a large glass. "A celebratory drink? It's just blackberry cider mixed with apple water."

Virgil smiled and waved her offer aside. "I'll pass. I'll treat myself to a mug of mead when I get back to Lapvale."

"Very well. What are you going to do now? I doubt you'll just kill me." Wakeeda asked, pouring the cider into the glass.

Virgil smirked. "No, I'll just tell them the truth: that the fires were the cause of a vengeful troll, and that the spirit concoction was stolen by a thief."

Wakeeda smiled. "Then I suppose I'll have to offer more than a drink of thanks." she murmured to herself. The witch doctor drank the glass of cider in one drink.

"What do you mean?" Virgil asked, although he already knew the answer. Before he could react, Wakeeda had sidled over to him and gently pushed him to the wall, her breasts pressing into his torso and her leg against his lower body.

Her voice came as a sultry hiss in his ear. "Tell me, archer...what fantasies do you have? With my potions and poisons, I can make any fantasy a reality." Virgil opened his mouth to speak but she pressed her finger to his lips. "Hush. Don't tell me with words. Close your eyes and let your spirit speak for your body..."

Wakeeda's hand rested against Virgil's cheek as his eyes closed and his mind was pulled backwards, through his memories: He saw The Warzone. The sand, the nightly storms, the sky always painted as red as the blood on the ground. His friends and family dying one after one, him unable to save them every time. His mother's final whisper to him, "Remember Virgil; your mother will always be with you." and the sight of the ungodly arrow piercing her throat.

Wakeeda's hand drew away faster than blinking. Virgil's eyes flew open to find her own eyes quickly searching his face. Her voice was slightly shaky as she spoke "By the spirits...You poor unfortunate man..."

Virgil took her wrist and rested his cheek on her hand again. "Keep looking. I don't want what I was to be who I am." He closed his eyes again.

He heard the witch doctor gulp and knew that she had nodded in agreement. The next few moments went by slower:

He saw himself fighting in Agliophilia against a female goblin who used storm magic. She was both powerful and hard to hit, and even his hawk-like aim failed him. He found himself beaten, but the scene changed into the two inside a bed. The goblin perched on top of his face, grinding herself on it before the scene jumped forwards to her riding his cock instead. He could see the small bulge it made as she rode them both to a mutual climax. As he came inside her, Virgil's cum forced the little goblin's stomach to bulge out even more. She merely patted it gently and joked that he'd made her pregnant already. Virgil suddenly remembered this: it was a fond memory he had, although he had since forgotten the goblin's name.

Like the mist of the swamp, the scene shifted. Now Virgil saw himself in the midst of another fight, this one in a fort prison of some kind. He blocked the strike of a sword with his bow and kicked his opponent in the foot before nocking an arrow and releasing it, point blank, into his opponent's face. He turned and saw a young elf woman gasp with joy and run over to hug him tightly. He returned the hug and escorted her out of the fort they were in, the elf pledging her body to him for the night as reward. His heart stirred uncomfortably in answer.

Behind the dream he was sure he heard Wakeeda say "Huh. That's interesting."

His vision shifted one more time to himself drinking a large mug of mead alone, an orc woman walked over to him and offered to drink with him. The scene swirled into the two of them wrestling over a bottle of wine, only for the orc woman to win by kissing him on the lips by surprise. The scene changed again, to Virgil and the orc in bed together, post-climax. Virgil was gently sucking on her nipple, with the orc stroking his hair, enjoying the sensation.

Virgil found that he was sucking Wakeeda's thumb as he was brought back to the present. He didn't stop, however-his sucks became longer, more intense. Wakeeda drew her thumb out and took his hand. She led him over to the bed and gently pushed him onto it. He heard the clatter of bottles and the witch doctor murmuring things such as "Where is it? I know I left it on this shelf here." for a minute or so.

Wakeeda's hand pressed lightly against his chest and a bottle presented itself to his lips. "Drink." she whispered tenderly.

He allowed the potion to part his lips and wash into his stomach. It tasted strange; it reminded him of vanilla, but there was a taste of mint in there as well. However, he felt no different however many seconds passed. He heard gulping and knew that Wakeeda had drunk a potion as well.
He heard Wakeeda say "You can open your eyes now." and did so.

Wakeeda's breasts, already rather large, had swelled in size. She had to lift them up by crossing her arms under them so they didn't force her over. Without a word, she clambered on top of him and presented an udder to his mouth. He suckled on her nipple and, to his surprise, the unmistakeable taste of honey met his tongue. He squeezed her other boob and the golden sweetness leaked out steadily. She took his hand and gently sucked the honey off of his fingers as he massaged her nipple with his tongue.

Virgil was getting harder by the second, and he only just noticed that his balls felt slightly heavier than normal. Wakeeda reached behind her and wrapped her hand around his cock, gently rubbing the tip with the thumb. He jerked slightly at the feeling: he was much more sensitive than usual. His precum was already leaking out at a surprising pace, something Wakeeda smiled upon noticing. She gently pulled his mouth away from her breast and pushed him onto his back.

Her hand rubbed his cock a little more, although it was as hard as it was going to get. She placed the tip at her entrance and prodded a few times, taking a little bit of the tip each prod. Virgil knew why: because he was so sensitive (he guessed from the potion) she didn't want to cause him any untoward pain. He whispered to her "Don't worry about being gentle. My body is yours as much as yours is mine."

At his words, Wakeeda sank down onto his cock, her pussy leaking onto it with every inch that entered. Her pussy seemed to tighten around every inch, and it took some restraint to keep Virgil from cumming there and then. There was so much precum leaking from his cock, he wasn't sure if he already had done.

Wakeeda began riding Virgil, her movements slow but deep. Her pussy was as tight as a virgin's, and Virgil's precum combined with her own juices ensured that each entry was slick and smooth. Wakeeda started pushing down fully, taking Virgil's cock to the hilt. Virgil began thrusting back in the same slow rhythm, but Wakeeda pushed his waist down and whispered "Just relax. After that fight, I've got a lot of energy to burn off." before smiling, almost mischievously.

The witch placed both hands on Virgil's chest and became rougher: slamming down hard onto his meat. Her pussy seemed to tighten around his cock, milking it. He lifted a hand up but she pinned it down, riding him faster, her eyes full of what looked like hunger. Her body slammed onto him with impunity, but there was too much pleasure to feel pain anymore, and Virgil knew he wouldn't last much longer.

Before he could even warn Wakeeda, he came inside, shooting a huge amount of cum into the witch's tightness. He shot a second load inside and some of the cum was pushed out, her pussy too full to hold anymore. Virgil pulled out and came a third time, all over both of their bodies. She smiled and fell onto his side, licking some of the cum off of her fingers.

Virgil was drained. Even his balls felt completely emptied. He merely lay down on the bed and breathed heavily. "Well...that was...something else." he gasped, turning to Wakeeda.

"Agreed...I'm impressed. I didn't even...have to give you a...stamina potion." Wakeeda breathed back, although she didn't look as drained as him. "Sorry if...I went a little...crazy...at the end." She rolled over onto him and embraced his torso. She sighed contentedly to herself "Oh, I've missed this...so much..." before she drifted off into dreams, Virgil's cum still steadily leaking from her pussy.

Virgil couldn't deny it: he'd missed this too. He hadn't felt the warm embrace of a lover for years. He wrapped his arms around Wakeeda and squeezed her gently, slowly falling into dreams much more pleasant than his memories. He could only smile as they played in front of his eyes. For the first time since he escaped the Warzone, he was content to just be where he was.

Company

We all need company sometimes.
Fay Hearth is my OC.
Bela Imari belongs to DarkShadow777.
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Fay Hearth wiped down the last table in the Bear and Bison Inn with a sigh. You got stale days when running an inn-especially an inn between two major settlements-but she hadn't had one customer today. She couldn't think why; the trade routes weren't closed, the weather had been fine and she hadn't heard of any bandit camps recently. She supposed it was just lack of luck. Maybe nobody who passed had needed a drink.

She decided against closing the inn just yet though. However she headed into her room behind the bar to change into her nightclothes. As she looked into the mirror a 39-year old woman with bright orange hair looked back at her. She took a second to appreciate her generously sized breasts and generally voluptuous curvature, although handling the barrels in the cellar over the years had given her a few arm muscles. She untied her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders and pulled a thinly veiled dress over her torso; it fell to her knees.

There was a familiar creak as the inn door opened and a slightly muffled voice asked "Hello? Is the inn still open?"

Fay answered back "Yes. Just give me a second and I'll be with you." She hadn't expected someone this late. Still, a customer was a customer.

She pushed her feet into woolen slippers and stepped out of her room. Behind the bar stood a female hybrid-a mix of animal and human. There was something strangely familiar about her. Fay put it down to the hybrid looking like her-orange hair, green eyes, and a pretty large rump. She was wearing a simple dress that Fay knew wasn't Asmana-made. This dress coupled with her fish-out-of-water look caused Fay to guess she wasn't a native to Asmana. She wasn't surprised-outsiders often came to her inn on the way to Agliophilia or Bluegrass.

"Sorry for the wait. What can I get you, friend?" Fay asked her, smiling.

"Well...my name is Bela and I was hoping to get a place to stay the night." Bela answered. Her voice was quite soft-almost silky. She looked quite nervous, as if worried she was trespassing.

Fay smiled and replied "Not a problem. Just 10 gold coins for the ni...actually screw it. 5 gold coins. But that's my limit."

Bela looked surprised. "Thank you. I was worried I'd have to sleep in the open."

"Hey, us girls have to look out for each other." Fay answered, giving a wink.

Bela blushed slightly and gulped. "Umm...I'm not..." there was an awkward pause. Bela spoke so quietly Fay had to concentrate on what was said "I'm not a girl..."

Fay gasped, horrified at his words. "Oh Gods! I'm so, so sorry." Her mind was racing, cursing herself.
"It's okay. It happens all the time." Bela told her. "At least you apologized." He smiled reassuringly.

Fay was relived but still felt awkward. 15 years of bartending and this had never happened before. Looking to skim over the moment she asked him "Well, where do you come from? I've never seen a hybrid like you before."

He smiled again. "I'm not a hybrid-I'm a Ferua. A special kind of Ferua-only a fifth of my race are like me-looking like a girl. I've come a long way here and could really use some rest."

Fay had never heard of Feruas before. That was very telling on it's own-she'd met hundreds of creatures and species in her 15 years of running the inn. Wherever Bela came from it was clearly a long way away from Asmana. She knew how far the lands could stretch, and knew someone who had gone that distance would have a lot of reason to. "Well, if you want, you can get some extra company to help you rest." Fay told him.

Bela looked a little confused. "Who would be keeping me com...oh." He blushed again. It made him look even cuter than normal. "Do...you go through this with every adventurer who comes through your inn?"

Fay smiled. "Only the ones who've earned it. Most adventurers retreat to a room with their own companion anyway; keep half of Asmana awake all night." she chuckled at the joke.

"And you think I've earned it?" Bela asked, sounding skeptical.

Fay answered sympathetically "Wherever you've come from is a long way away from here. However many inns you've gone to, however much rest you've had, you must still be in need of company. I know that feeling very well."

Bela looked excited at this. His eyes glanced down at her breasts, which weren't very well hidden by the thin nightdress. He gulped, but looked Fay in the eyes and nodded with a smile. Fay took him by the hand and led him around the bar, into her room. As soon as she closed the door, Fay lifted her nightdress over the top of her head and tossed it aside. Bela looked surprised at her breast size, and she pulled him close, squeezing his head inbetween them. He gave a soft moan in answer, but pulled back and stripped off his own dress and clothes.

He was pear shaped, with an ample waist, taut buttocks and thick thighs, but otherwise he was quite slimly built. His cock had not yet hardened-it was inside Bela's fur like a foreskin. However, Fay knew how to coax it out. She gently pushed him onto the side of the bed and got onto her knees.

Starting slowly, Fay gripped the base of his cock with her thumb and index finger, squeezing his ballsack gently with her other hand. After half a minute or so, Bela's cock slowly came out of it's home and displayed itself to her. It wasn't big compared to others she'd seen, but it was covered in small nibs and was a nice shade of pink. She gripped the base a little harder and allowed her tongue to touch the head. It tasted stronger than she thought, but she preferred it that way.

Fay allowed her lips to rest around his cockhead, moving down it a little. Bela gave a soft sigh in answer and Fay moved down a little bit more, still gripping the base and squeezing his ballsack. His cock was now completely hard, but Fay loved how it tasted. She took his entire cock in her mouth, her tongue circling the head slowly and her hand now pinching her right nipple.

She pulled backwards and shuffled forwards on her knees. Before Bela could ask what she was doing, she had placed her udders on either side of his cock and was squeezing them together. His lustful sigh told her everything she needed to know. She began to push her boobs into each other in turns, massaging his cock with them. Bela moaned with pleasure, but after a few seconds Fay stopped the titjob.

"My turn to recieve, I think." She told him, smiling and standing up. "No need for oral-I'm already dripping and eager for your cock." She lay on her back and he got on top of her, between her legs he placed his cock at her pussy entrance. He prodded once, but she squirmed with need and asked him "Please, don't tease me." He placed a hand either side of her waist; Fay reached around and groped his ample ass in response.

At her touch, Bela sank into her folds. The nibs along his cock brushed against her pussy lips with each inch-it felt divine. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his ample waist as he pushed himself completely into her. "Gods..." she breathed. Bela pulled back but pushed into her again almost instantly, slowly building a rhythm. She noticed he was being gentle, and rested her arm around his neck. She pushed his head close to one of her breasts, and he took it into his mouth, sucking on her nipple as he began to speed up his rhythm.

Bela started to push into her pussy faster and with more force. He became more aggressive with each thrust of his waist, and Fay could only gasp and moan her thoughts and feelings. Within a minute, Bela was thrusting hard and fast into Fay's tight cunny, and although she had taken larger men, none had had the shape of Bela's cock. The feeling of the nibs on his cock with every push was driving her wild with pleasure, and the speed at which he fucked her was almost unparalleled.

Bela was beginning to moan and gasp with every thrust, and Fay knew what that meant. She pulled him close and whispered with what little breath she had left "Please...inside me...". With a slight moan, Bela unleashed himself within her pussy. She counted five spurts of his cock throbbing as it shot it's load. His hot sticky cum felt amazing inside Fay's depths, and she could only whisper "Thank you." as he finished cumming inside.

With a small grunt he pulled out of her and fell onto her body. His head rested on her breasts, which she knew felt better than any pillow gold could buy. He let out a soft sigh and murmured "That...was amazing..." before exhaling and falling asleep. Fay let her head fall onto the bed and closed her eyes, content with the night's events.

Fay woke up to the familiar sight of sunshine through the right side window. Bela was still laying on top of her, his head resting against her breasts. She smiled slightly and stroked his head with her index and middle fingers. His eyelids fluttered and opened slowly. She greeted him with a soft "Good morning." After a second or two he smiled back at her and lifted himself off of her torso, sitting on the bedside and stretching his arms. Fay got up and opened her drawers. There was a silence as the two got dressed.

"So, why is it you came to Asmana? I doubt its the fighting arena." Fay asked, as she pulled on her shoes.

Bela hesitated for a second, but answered. "I'm...looking for my father. Keyon Imari. King of the Cibum. I was following his trail and it led me here."

"Keyon Imari?" Fay recalled the name, and suddenly realized why Bela had looked familiar. "Yeah, he came here. I remember serving him in fact."

"When?" Bela asked "Do you know where he went?"

Fay wished she could have answered differently. "I think it was 5 or so years ago. He said he was looking for the Hominum Staff. It's the personal weapon of Hominum-the Deity of Mankind. It can change into any weapon you want. But there's only one way to get it-find Hominum and defeat him in fair combat. A fool's errand if you ask me. No offense."

"So you don't know where he went?" Bela asked, sounding a little choked.

"The best place I can give you is Agliophilia to the west." Fay told him, pointing in the direction. "I hope you find him."

"I fully intend to." Bela answered, heading for the door. "Thanks for everything."

Fay called as he reached the door. "Hey, Bela. If you need any more company, you come right back and I'll take care of you. No charge."

Bela just smiled and blushed cutely as he opened the door and stepped out.

A Noble Deed

Corbin Night is my OC.
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Corbin Night slinked through the doors to the castle, flashing his invitation to the guards. He pulled slightly at the clothes he wore-they were itchy and hot, and he wondered why all the nobles bothered wearing them just to look good. He supposed that impressions were everything when you were a higher class. What a boring existence, the thief thought.

This wasn't a regular job, if you could call anything Corbin did regular. He had been hired to infiltrate a foreign castle, steal a gold necklace with mammoth ivory inlays and bring it back to Asmana. It was important enough to warrant a pay of 4,000 gold, and Corbin wasn't going to turn that kind of money down.

His eyes scanned the room. He wasn't looking for the necklace-he knew it was locked in a safe in the queen's bedroom. He was making sure nobody had noticed him come in. No eyes were turned towards him, but a single elf guard with a spear was walking towards him. Corbin braced himself, worried he'd been set up.

The guard stopped in front of him. "Sir, Madam Nualu wishes to speak with you. She's at the end of the room to your right." He spoke in a formal tone. However, he then dropped his voice. "She's one of the best pyromancers known, so do yourself a favour and don't make her wait." He then walked away.

Corbin looked to his right and saw her instantly. Deciding it was best to get it over with, Corbin walked over to her. The elf was so tall, Corbin's eyes came level with her chest. Her skin was a light crimson and she wore a long black cloak that draped over her shoulders and down to the floor. Her slanted eyes and free-flowing hair were both a bright shade of hazel. Her face carried an expression of boredom as she gently sipped at a tall glass of blue coloured wine.

"Madam Nualu. You wished to speak with me?" Corbin bowed slightly to her.

Madam Nualu looked down and swallowed her sip. "Yes I did, Mr Night. I have heard a great deal about you and wanted to know for myself if half the stories are true." She began casually, but then her voice became a whisper. "I know why you're here, and the royalty was wrong to take it, as treasonous as it is to say that. Is there something I can do to help you?"

Corbin thought, studying her face. He saw no lies in it, and she seemed trustworthy enough. But something was still wrong. "And what will you ask of me in return?" Corbin asked her quietly.
She smiled like a child caught stealing. "Nothing malicious, I assure you. Just a...private favour." Her face reddened slightly. "First, let us focus on what needs to be done for you."

"Hmm..." Corbin was still suspicious, but he somehow knew she wouldn't plant a dagger in his back. That was enough for him. "Okay. I need a distraction and a clean way out."

She smiled again. "Easily done. When you have the necklace, come back to me and I will guide us out. I'm well known enough that I can get away with such things."

"What if they still try to stop us?" Corbin couldn't stop the question from exiting him.

"Then they'll learn just how powerful I can be." Madam Nualu finished her glass of wine, placed it on a small table and walked into the center of the room. "Nobles and servants, guards and guarded, I wish to put on a small display. Gather around so I may show you all." She called to the room at large. Whispers sprang everywhere, rumouring about her powers and her way of wielding them.

Corbin seized his opportunity, ducking behind the bar and into the kitchen as quietly as he could. He wished he'd gotten less bright clothing to wear, but he could work with it. There was nobody in the kitchen anyway. Not much food was being served-it was mostly drink.

The thief crept into the hallway opposite the door and listened for footsteps or idle chatter from guards. None came, but he stayed silent and in the shadows whenever he could, just in case. Stealing for a living taught you lots of things, including constant caution. He checked corners before rounding them but he was becoming more and more certain that most of the guards were in the main hall.

He knew he was nearing the Queen's bedchambers and that they would be guarded. All the royalty's bedchambers were guarded around the day and night. He didn't want to fight them, but there was no other way in that didn't risk him falling to his death. Those routes would likely be guarded too. Readying himself, he walked up to the guards directly.

"Sir, you're not supposed to be-" One of the guards started, but Corbin interrupted with a right upper-punch that knocked his helmet off.

The other guard, a female, thrust with a spear that barely missed Corbin. He grabbed it and pulled hard enough that she fell to the ground. The thief used the spear to block the male guard's mace before kicking him in the lap and swinging the blunt end of the spear into his head, knocking him out. The second guard attempted a similar kick but Corbin dodged it, span around and struck the guard's helmet hard enough to dent it. He followed it up by pulling the helmet off and punting her in the face. Checking the two were down for now, Corbin picked the keys from the male guard and opened the door.

The Queen's bedchamber was less ornate than he'd expected. It was large and mostly white, but there was little in the way of carvings or statues. Even the bed-big enough for a troll-had little design besides an intense polish. There was a wine rack on the right side of the room, filled to the top with bottles. In addition, a single large painting of Mount Yomfall hung on the left. Corbin supposed that the Queen was a woman of simple taste.

He soon found his target: a small polished steel safe next to the bed. Corbin studied it; it was a simple safe, but it was very tough and hard to break. Unless you knew how to switch between fire and ice spells faster than the eye can see, that is. But it would still take much less time picking the lock. With this in mind, Corbin drew out a thin knife and a lockpick.

The art of lockpicking was simple. Merely rotate the pick until you feel resistance, then push against the lock with whatever instruments fit. If the lock was any good, you needed to do it multiple times. Corbin counted a mere 3 on this lock and scoffed. With some luck and patience a novice could have broken into it. He expected more from the nobility.

He pulled open the safe lightly, grabbed the necklace and crept out over the feebly stirring bodies of the two guards. He luckily made it back to the hall room without incident. He was nearly at Madam Nualu when the male guard he'd knocked out burst into the room. He pointed at Corbin and shouted "Thief!" for the room to hear.

Like an elegant bird, Madam Nualu swept over to him and draped her hand around his shoulder. "Leave this to me." she hissed as guards surrounded them.

One of the guards approached holding a spear and spoke clearly "Madam Nualu, I'm going to have to ask you to step away. We need to arrest this man."

Madam Nualu explained. "No, I shall be taking him with me. He is the guest I have...chosen for this party. As long as I am near him he is my personal property and is not affected by law." Corbin noticed the other guests eyeing him with concern, but some with pity.

"Madam Nualu, this man has stolen a valuable possession of the Queen's and we will arrest him." The guard told the elf.

Madam Nualu's eyes lit up slightly. "Are you denying me what I have lain claim to?" she asked fiercely. The guards immediately tensed up and Corbin saw some of them grip their weapons tighter.
The talking guard didn't flinch. "Madam, it is not a question of denial. This man *will* be detained and-"

What happened next was almost too fast for Corbin to see. Madam Nualu's right hand burst from her cloak and the flames from the fireplace rushed into it, dancing around her hand, then arm, then her entire body. The guests all around took a step backwards, scared. The fire elegantly streamed around the elf's body as she shrugged off her cloak, letting it fall to the floor. Underneath, she wore a simple short red dress with golden embroidery and heeled shoes to match.

The guards seemed hesitant to approach her, but they didn't seem willing to back down either. They stepped forwards in formation, eyes seeking out any reason to either strike the first blow or sheath their weapons. The fire circled Madam Nualu faster as her eyes began to glow orange. The guards took a step forwards, their weapons raised. Corbin raised his fists, ready to fight again-

"Enough." a deep but clear voice rang out. All heads turned to see an orcish woman clad in royal armour walking into the room. This was General Verilant, commander of the local army. "I know not what this is about, but it ends now. The High King will not have bloodshed in his castle except in times of war, and this is not one of those times." Her voice was gentle yet firm and full of conviction. It was a mark of how much respect she commanded that both the guards and Madam Nualu immediately yielded without argument.

One of the guests picked the elf's cloak from the floor and draped it back over her shoulders. She murmured a thank you and bowed to General Verilant before placing her arm around Corbin and leading him outside without a word.

"I can see why you're considered one of the best pyromancers known." Corbin told her. He'd never seen fire wielded with such finesse. She merely smiled in answer as they approached the carriage.

A burly female elf with a huge shield on her back stepped out. Corbin supposed that she was Madam Nualu's shieldmaiden, although the pyromancer didn't need one based on what Corbin had just seen. The elf held out her hand and Nualu told him to give the necklace to her.  They stepped inside afterwards.

"Now I can confess. I was the one who hired you." Madam Nualu told him. She took a large purse from underneath her seat and handed it to Corbin.

The thief blinked. "W-Why?" he asked, confused.

She straightened her sitting. "Well, that necklace belongs to my shieldmaiden. It was stolen some time ago and I needed to hire somebody who I knew had no loyalty to the Queen. I heard about you through my sources and took the risk. I'm beyond happy you were up to the task."
Corbin couldn't help but smile. He pocketed the reward and asked "So are we going back to Asmana?"

Madam Nualu smiled. "Not yet. I have a secondary offer for you. It is really very simple. It gets incredibly lonely for a Phoenix Elf-we are mistrusted because of our past." Seeing the look on his face she answered his question. "Phoenix Elves are supposed descendants of the first Phoenix. We are masters at both pyromancy and healing, and our first ancestors believed that fire was synonymous with life, and lack of fire-darkness-was synonymous with death. This outlook caused them to set the world on fire. That tainted the world's look on my kind forever. Most won't give a Phoenix Elf the time of day."

Corbin could work her request out. "You wish for me to spend a night with you, Madam Nualu?"
"Just Nualu, Corbin. There's no need for formalities now we're out of the party." She answered. "But yes, I need to feel that sensation of a man pushing into me, to let my mouth taste the reaches of his length...just talking about it is making me eager."

Corbin smirked. He saw the carnal hunger in her eyes, although he'd already made up his mind. "Of course, my Madam. I'll just consider it an addition to the 4000 gold."

Nualu smiled widely and knocked on the carriage. "Quarama, stop at the next inn we come to. Mr Night has agreed on the 'bonus'."

The elf at the front answered "Certainly, Madam...and Mr Night, thank you. I appreciate you getting the necklace. I know it was a risk."

The thief shrugged. "It wasn't so bad. I've done riskier, but this was one of the first in which I needed help getting out. Strangely enough, it was a lustful elf who got me out of the first one too."
Nualu smirked. "I'm merely unchaste, not lustful."

After a minute or ten of silence, the carriage stopped with a short lunge outside an inn. It wasn't large-it had only one floor-but it wasn't small either. The building seemed to creak as the wind blew against it. A small sign hung next to the door; "The Spread Eagle Inn."

They entered to find it almost empty except for a goblin barmaid behind the counter. Corbin guessed that most adventurers didn't travel this way, or maybe the goblin dissuaded them from entering. Bigots. Nualu spoke with the barmaid for a few seconds before gesturing to Corbin to come over.

She took a healing potion from the counter and placed it between her long fingers. She held a hand underneath it and whispered in a tongue Corbin had never heard before. She began to rotate the bottle of potion as a small flame erupted from the hand underneath it. Nualu stopped whispering and kept spinning the bottle until the potion inside became much lighter. She then handed the potion to Corbin. "Drink. You'll regret it if you don't."

Corbin downed the potion in one go-it was much lighter than other potions-and felt a warmth spread throughout his whole body, from his middle to the very tips of his fingers and toes. Before he could even ask, Nualu answered, walking into a room to the right. "That potion will prevent any burns you'd normally get. It takes a great deal of concentration just to not burn someone during a handshake. Now come, we're in this room."

Corbin pulled off the clothes he'd been given for the party while watching Nualu shrug off her cloak and kick off her shoes. Her hands reached the side of her dress and she loosened the lace before pulling it over the top of her head. She had a build that could be called slim, but it would be average upon a shorter woman. Her stomach was toned and smooth, her breasts of fitting size and shape. Her hips were not large, but by no means small either, and her legs were tall and slim.

As Corbin looked over her body, she too looked over his. The dark curls forming a cloud on his chest, the muscle lines on his stomach, the small bulges in his legs, a gift from the running his life came with. Nualu's breath was already quickened as she stepped towards him and guided him to the bed, laying him down.
Nualu gently pushed down on Corbin, her long fingers almost covering his chest completely. Her hand moved downwards as she traced his stomach muscles with her finger. She pulled down his loincloth and let out a soft "Oh." of surprise. She wrapped her right hand around it, gripping it firmly but not hard.

Her hand gently stroked Corbin's shaft, her left hand gently squeezing his sack as she pressed her lips to the tip. Her fingers coaxed out the clear liquid and her hand slathered it around the length, making repeated trips to the tip. She moved upwards slightly and rubbed her teat against the tip before repeating the act with the other breast.

"That should be enough. Corbin...get on top of me. I want you to have control..." Nualu's voice was low and passionate; her breathing strangled with desire. She clambered off of Corbin and lay on her back, spreading her cunny with her left fingers and gently squeezing her nipple with the right.
Corbin wasted no time: he rolled over her and positioned his cock at her entrance. She let go of her folds and he gently prodded twice. Hearing Nualu squirm with need answered his unspoken question, and he pushed into her depths.

"By the Phoenix...it's been too long..." Nualu sighed, her eyes rolling upwards for a moment. Her entire body seemed to relax as he sank into her. Her pussy tightened around Corbin's cock and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, seemingly without knowing it.

He pushed into her slowly but deeply. He savoured every inch afforded to him, and Nualu's fingers dug into his flesh, their owner lost in pleasure. He hit the base of his length and it seemed to act like a wakeup to Nualu; her eyes snapped open. Corbin never stopped looking into her eyes as he pushed back into her, her breath escaping in a long sigh. Her right hand rested on the back of his head, but she seemed lost for words. He knew what she was telling him however, and was more than happy to do so.

He continued the slow and steady rhythm, but thrust hard every few pushes or so to give her spikes of pleasure. Every sudden thrust was met with a gasp and a momentarily tighter grip on him. On one of these thrusts, she closed her eyes and he felt her entire body pull against him. He pushed to his hilt, realizing she was climaxing. Her breath came in gasps afterwards, and Corbin waited for her approval before continuing onwards, which came as a nod.

Corbin sped up slightly more than before, but kept his pace leisurely. Nualu had released her grip on him, and her orgasm had wettened her depths as well as scented the air with a hot smell that Corbin found almost intoxicating. Because of this, the thief quickly felt his own climax approaching.

"Nualu, I'm close..." Corbin breathed.

Nualu pushed him off of her, whispering "Lay down. I want to taste it."

He obliged, lying on his back as Nualu brushed her hair out of her eyes and took him into her mouth. She sucked almost lazily on the head before moving down and taking his cock to the base, sucking her way back to the head. She repeated this, her tongue circling the tip every time she pulled back.

Corbin, unable to hold back longer, unleashed his load into her mouth, and she pulled to the head to recieve all of it on her tongue. Corbin counted five spurts, but Nualu pushed against the bottom of his cock base with her thumb and ran it to the tip, milking more out. Nualu appeared to move his cream around her mouth, letting it touch every inch she could make it before swallowing with a loud gulp. She smacked her lips lightly and voiced her approval. "Delicious."

Corbin made to get out of the bed to leave, but Nualu grabbed his arm. "Stay." He could tell from her eyes that it wasn't an order or a command. "Please." she added.

Corbin didn't have to think. He instantly climbed back into the bed with Nualu, who wrapped her arms around him and held him close. Her grip, the hot smell of her still-wet pussy, the taste of her skin that lingered on his lips as he kissed her nipple. This felt good. This felt right.

There were other jobs out there, certainly. But Corbin didn't think about them. For now, Corbin just embraced Nualu as his eyes closed and he drifted into dreams of what he'd do with his reward...

A Thief's Reward

Corbin Night is my OC.
Valerie Taylor belongs to DarkShadow777.
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Corbin Night walked through Agliophilia, his eyes alert and searching. Plenty of adventurers came to this arena, and calling it crowded was an understatement. That made it a perfect place for picking pockets for coins, as very few people noticed. Still, some fighters-mostly Asmanans-tied their coin purse to their clothes to stay ahead of thieves. Corbin blamed the more sloppy pickpockets than him.

His eyes scanned the waists of man and woman alike, searching for any mismatched cloth. He saw a few coin purses hanging lazily, but most were hanging at the front of their owners. Most Asmanans knew about pickpockets, and thievery was looked upon with hatred. If you couldn't fight for what you want, you didn't deserve it. That was the viewpoint of most Asmanans. They didn't understand what it was like for so many thieves; most were never taught how to fight, so stealing was their only way to survive.

Corbin saw one at last. A purse tied loosely to the back of a female Ferua sitting alone. Her skin was tan and she was wearing a bra, shorts and anklets that Corbin knew weren't Asmanan-made. She also had dark blue hair tied in a ponytail and bandages wrapped around her hands. The signs that she was an outsider seeking fights were unmissable. Quite a lot of Feruas came to Asmana-he supposed the cold climate was more comfortable for those with fur. He slowly walked over, eyes trained on his target. He reached down, hand open, ready to make the grab-

The Ferua spun around and grabbed his forearm, holding it tightly. He winced in pain slightly and stared her in the eyes as she stood up. "So." she shouted, alerting everyone nearby "Another thief tries to get his hands on my hard earned coins."

Corbin's mind raced as he protested "No. I was just-" but she squeezed harder and the pain made him shut his eyes tight. He continued onward through the pain "I was trying to grab your rump." A pause and a small amount of laughter from the crowd followed, then silence.

The Ferua's face was hard to read. Her eyes traveled up and down his body; she seemed to be studying him. After a few seconds she smiled and let go, but told him "If you like my body that much, you can fight me for it." Corbin had been afraid of that. "The arena, five minutes, fists only."
She turned around and headed to the arena to ready herself. Corbin sighed and did the same, walking to the other end of the arena. His excuse might not have been much better than just admitting the thievery, but at least it wasn't met with outright hatred. Besides, it wasn't liked he couldn't fight-he just preferred not to. He'd won fights in Agliophilia before. He couldn't see how this one was any different.

He stepped into the arena and faced the Ferua across it. A female voice rang out to everyone's ears: "Men and women! Asmanan and not! We have a special presentation for you in the arena! You know them, you love them-a fistfight!" A round of cheers and applause followed this. "On one side, we have a newcomer to Asmana. The champion of Vegan City; Valerie Taylor!" Another deafening round of cheers. "On the other side, a regular to our beloved arena; Corbin Night!" Another round of cheers, but not nearly as many people joined in. "Now, let the fight begin!"

The two ran at each other and Valerie attempted a spinning high kick, but Corbin was able to duck it and swept her other leg with his arm. Valerie simply handspringed backwards onto her feet and smirked. So, she was both strong and agile. This was going to be harder than Corbin thought.

Valerie faked a kick that forced Corbin to step backwards and ran, throwing an elbow. He ducked again and kicked the back of her leg but she span around and swept him with the other leg, knocking him over. He rolled over onto his knees but she kicked him in the face, forcing him to his feet. He put a finger up for a second and spat out the blood before wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "Okay. Now I'm mad." he growled to himself.

Corbin swung his fist and it landed on Valerie's jaw, making her stumble. He seized his advantage; he pummeled the Ferua with a barrage of punches and kicks to the face and torso before delivering a final crashing blow that knocked her over and onto the ground. She shook her head slightly, disoriented by his assault. She even wiped her nose to find a spot of red dripping from it. At this, she smiled, leapt back up and cracked her knuckles, silently daring Corbin to do it again.

Corbin attempted a left punch but Valerie blocked it. Her left kick was parried by the thief and both attempted the same spinning back kick, hooking their legs around each other. Both strained against the other for a few seconds before Valerie got the upper hand, sending Corbin to the floor. He rolled backwards onto his feet and caught the attempted kick from Valerie, but she leapt up and kicked him in the side of the head, using her hand to steady herself.

As Corbin reeled, Valerie jumped and kicked him directly in the face with both feet at once, effortlessly cartwheeling back onto them. He rolled onto his side and onto his feet but the Ferua was charging at him. He blocked her first blow but the second came too fast for him to react and lay deeply into his stomach. The third was a pincer with her knee and elbow that forced him back upright and he barely had time to look at Valerie winding up a final blow before her foot landed on his chin and he toppled backwards.

He was beaten. His strength was gone and the pain of merely lifting himself up on one arm was too much. Valerie placed a foot on his chest and raised a hand in victory. A deafening cheer erupted from the crowd around the two. Valerie took her foot off Corbin and offered him a hand. He could only weakly raise his own in an attempt to meet hers.

She grasped him by the hand and pulled him to his feet roughly. "You're a better fighter than I gave you credit for." She pulled him close and whispered in his ear. "You said you wanted my body. Come to the Bear and Bison Inn and you can have it." She let go and walked off, waving to the crowd. Corbin felt almost numb, and not just from the bruises. He had to admit; it was a good fight. He'd even stretch to calling it fun.

He wasn't sure why, but Valerie's offer excited him. He normally wasn't attracted to hybrids, but something about Valerie made her an exception. He took a healing potion from a healer and drank it in one go. By the time his strength returned he'd made up his mind. It started to get dark as Corbin walked East to the Bear and Bison Inn. He supposed the fight had gone on longer than it felt.

Corbin arrived at the Bear and Bison Inn and the door creaked open as he pushed it. His eyes searched for Valerie and found her almost instantly. She was talking to Fay Hearth, the landlady. He headed over to them and Fay's face told him she recognized him. "Corbin. Are you actually going to pay this time?" she asked.

"I didn't pay well enough last time? I thought I gave you plenty." Corbin answered.

"I never got to finish." Fay answered stonily.

Corbin chuckled "I'll be sure not to let that happen tonight."

"I'd advise against it, or Valerie'll kick your rump again." Fay winked at the fighter.

Corbin sighed and looked at Valerie "I'm guessing you left out the part where I actually knocked you down?"

Valerie faked a shocked look and adopted an innocent voice "I'm offended you would ever accuse me of such a thing!"

Fay laughed for a second and her tone became slightly serious. "You two get the room on the right. Try not to wake anybody up."

Corbin followed a clearly eager Valerie into the room, passing a comment to the barmaid "Fay, you know I work better with silence."

As soon as he entered the room, Valerie shut the door behind him. Corbin pulled off his tunic, revealing a toned body underneath, but few muscles were on show. Valerie looked on, biting her lip slightly. She walked up close and pressed her boobs into his chest, kissing him for a moment. She guided him into a chair behind him and got on her knees, pulling his trousers down with impunity.
His cock was already semi-hard from Valerie's eagerness, and Valerie took it out with a small murmer of approval. "Mmm...not bad. Not bad at all..." she muttered to herself.

She licked the length of his meat, starting from the bottom up to the tip. She sucked the tip almost lazily, but circled it with her tongue. Corbin let out a sigh and moved his hand to her head, but she gently pushed it away and took him out of her mouth. "Just relax and enjoy it." she whispered passionately. She didn't wait for an answer before wrapping her lips around his cock again, her tongue exploring every inch. She moved deeper and sucked hard-it felt divine, and Corbin couldn't help but let out a small moan. Valerie attempted to go down deeper, but she seemed to have trouble fitting it all in her mouth, so she just continued sucking, breathing through her nose so she could relish the taste.

Valerie suddenly stopped and sat in a chair facing him. Without a word she removed the anklets on her feet and placed the soles around Corbin's cock. She began stroking, moving her feet up and down, milking him with her feet. It felt strange but weirdly nice. He'd expected rough and coarse fur when instead it was soft-almost fluffy. He sighed and lay back, enjoying the feeling. Valerie let out a small chuckle as her feet stroked his dick. She took one foot away and continued the footjob with her toes, lifting the other up to his mouth. "Suck." It wasn't a request; it was a command.

He opened his mouth and Valerie pushed her foot inside. He let his tongue weave inbetween her toes before sucking each individual toe for a few seconds. He wasn't exactly aroused by feet but they didn't repluse him either. It was clear Valerie was enjoying the treatment her toes were getting, sighing slightly in pleasure and gripping his cock between her toes tighter. She took her toes out of his mouth and placed them on his cock, offering the other foot to him. Corbin didn't need to be told twice, and opened his mouth to repeat the treatment.

After, Valerie lifted her feet away and walked to him. She slid her shorts down her shapely legs and pulled her bra off. Corbin couldn't speak-he was stunned at her large bust and ample rear. She pulled him out of the chair and pushed him onto the bed, putting a finger to her lips as she clambered on top of him. Corbin only nodded.

Valerie turned around and lifted her tail away, giving him an unparalleled view of her cunny and asshole. She backed up slowly until her asshole was almost directly over Corbin's mouth, her musk flooding his senses, intoxicating him. Her next command shocked him. "Lick."

Corbin opened his mouth and let his tongue out. It touched her hole for the briefest of moments. Valerie lowered herself slightly so that his tongue touched her hole completely. Corbin licked almost greedily, spreading her cheeks apart to get in further. The taste and smell were surprisingly pleasant, and Valerie's soft moans told him she enjoyed the sensation. She suddenly got up and turned around again, stroking his cock. She lowered herself onto it and placed the tip at her asshole. She looked into Corbin's eyes, and he simply nodded.

She sank downwards.

Her asshole was tight and warm, and she was able to fully take his cock, panting slightly. After a second, she lifted herself back up and slid back down, letting out a grunt. Slowly, Valerie built up a rhythm. Corbin couldn't do anything-not only was she pushing him down everytime she lifted herself up, but the feel of her asshole clenching around his cock was rapidly bringing him undone.

Valerie guided his hand to her pussy, and he teased her clit as she rode him, slipping a finger inside and fingering her at the same speed she rode him. He added a second finger and sped up slightly, making her wince in pleasure. His thumb rubbed her bead at the same rate his fingers pushed inside her cunny.

She placed her other hand on Corbin's chest and rode him faster, pushing harder against him. In answer, he massaged her cunny faster, pushing his fingers as deep as they could go. Valerie panted loudly and her breathing was much heavier. Almost without realizing it, Corbin's other hand reached up and pulled lightly but firmly at her nipple. That did it; Valerie shook madly and her mouth hung open silently as the orgasm crashed over her body.

Through the climax, Valerie still rode Corbin's cock, but slowed down as her senses were overwhelmed with pleasure. Corbin began thrusting back into her asshole, jolting her out of the afterclimax. Corbin wasn't going to hold on much longer-Valerie's orgasm had forced her ass to tighten around his cock and it was a light struggle to push inside her.

"I'm...gonna..." Corbin breathed.

"Yes...inside me." Valerie told him, pushing down onto his cock one last time.

Corbin shot inside her tight asshole with a grunt, one, two, three, four spurts of cum. Valerie pulled herself off his cock with a few pants, sweat trickling down her whole body. She lay next to him, catching her breath.

"So...you're not only...a better fighter than...I thought...you managed...to hold off your climax...until I'd had mine..." she told him, sighing contentedly. "Amber...is going to...be so...huuuuuh..." she drifted off and slept, Corbin's cum still leaking out of her ass.

Corbin wondered if he should leave, but something stopped him. He was rather tired too. His eyelids felt heavy, as if weighed down by the intense climax. He closed them and slipped into dreams of his own. He woke up still laying next to the Ferua. He didn't know how much time had passed. He got up with a grunt that woke up Valerie.

Corbin stepped out of the bed and put his tunic and shoes, as his trousers were still on. Valerie put on her bra, shorts and footwear. As they dressed, Corbin spoke. "How did you know I was there? When I tried to...you know." He'd been wondering it since she'd grabbed his arm.

Valerie smiled "I sensed you there. I can sense the Ki energy of other people. Yours stood out among everyone else's."

Corbin had heard of Ki, but he wasn't sure he believed in it. It seemed a bit too much like prophecy, which Corbin didn't like. The idea that nobody was in control of their own fate repulsed him.
"Well, standing out is the last thing I like doing. How can I make it stop standing out?" he asked.

Valerie burst out laughing at his words. "You can't change your Ki. It grows with you and develops as you do. You've spent your entire life in the shadows, so it's black as night. Everybody else's Ki is a multitude of colours. A rainbow of them."

They finished dressing and stepped out to find Fay wasn't behind the bar. It clearly wasn't morning yet. Corbin slipped out of the inn before anybody woke. He didn't want to get recognized. Valerie joined him and held out her hand "Good luck out there with, heh 'grabbing rumps'."

Corbin shook it and smiled "I would say 'May fortune favour your fights.' but something tells me you don't need fortune."

Valerie laughed and bid him farewell, walking West and back to Agliophilia. Corbin set off East to Bluegrass. There were, after all, coin purses to steal and lustful women to please. Corbin was more than happy to do either.

A Worthy Lover

"A worthy fighter is a worthy lover." - Asmanan folk phrase
 

Harumi belongs to Darkshadow777.
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Ezekiel Wyndcall stepped through the door to Agliophilia. His quest had led him here: to Asmana. From what he knew, his father had visited this arena and tested himself while searching for a fortune to support him and his mother. However, his mother had passed on and Ezekiel had left home after coming of age to search for his father.

He had been told that every outsider worth his or her salt would come to Agliophilia. So he had hoped his father would come here. Maybe he would still be here, testing his mettle against others. Ezekiel could only hope, although he doubted he'd find his father as the place was packed with people. He sat down on a spare seat and scanned the area, looking for anything or anyone that might help him.

He suddenly noticed a young hybrid nearby; unlike any he'd ever seen. She was female; that much was obvious. Her fur was bright yellow except for her cheeks, red as roses. Her ears had a tinge of jet-black that matched her hair. Strangest of all was that her body seemed to crackle with electrical power-he could feel it. She also had a tail in the shape of a lightning bolt. She was wearing some simple leather armour that most adventurers wore around Asmana. It was rather tight fitting, leaving little to the imagination about her figure; voluptuous from the waist down and a rather large bust, but otherwise quite athletic.

A man with greyish hair tapped him on the shoulder and quietly told him. "Some advice, friend. Honesty is often the best policy when it comes to women."

"And if she rejects me?" Ezekiel asked, snapping out of staring at her.

"Then you accept her rejection." He replied, shrugging. "You can't control anyone's thoughts but your own, lad."

Ezekiel gulped, but steeled himself and walked towards her. "You seem familiar my dear; have I fought you somewhere before?"

She turned to him with a smile. "I don't think so. I've come here from a long way away. Harumi." She answered, offering her hand.

"Ezekiel Wyndcall. I've also come a long way; from the Land of Zaxler." he replied taking her hand.
Harumi looked surprised. "That's across the Ocean of Sy eastwards, right? I've come from the other side of Yomfall Mountain to the west."

"Yeah, the boat ride took 3 weeks to get here...Okay, I'm just going to skip the small talk and say it outright: I think you're very beautiful and would very much like to spend a night with you." Ezekiel told her, hoping she would agree.

Harumi was taken slightly aback at his bluntness. "Well, at least we don't have to worry about discussing the weather." she joked "But that was about as subtle as a lightning storm."

She looked him up and down, intrigued by his muscular physique, and he knew she could feel his own electrical magic inside. She licked her lips and told him "Okay, I will make you an offer; we fight in the arena. The winner gets to do anything they want to the loser. Anything." She said the last word with a certain hunger that told Ezekiel she wouldn't be gentle if she won.

However, Ezekiel smiled and offered his hand with a simple word: "Deal." Harumi shook his hand, smiling mischievously. 5 minutes later Ezekiel stood in the arena across from Harumi. He wasn't sure how powerful her magic was, as this was both of their first fights, but he was sure he could handle it.

A female voice rang out across the arena: "Ladies and gentlemen! Man and mer alike! Today we have a match between two recent arrivals to our land! On one side, we have Ezekiel Wyndcall! On the other, we have Harumi! Two wielders of lightning magic, but who can better  channel Ventus' power? Let us not tarry in finding out! The match begins!"

Ezekiel drew his sword and ran his magic through it, lighting up the silver edge with the familiar faint glow. Harumi channeled her magic into her hands-the energy crackled all through her body. They both entered a battle ready stance; Ezekiel drew the sword handle level with his shoulder, pointing the tip at his opponent. Harumi placed a clenched fist at her side and turned sideways with one hand raised in an open palm.

Then they charged.

Ezekiel struck first-an upward slash of his blade that caught Harumi's torso and sent her reeling. The young man smiled; he'd gotten the first hit. He had the advantage. He pressed his attack, doing a series of swipes that Harumi was forced to weave back and forth to avoid. She suddenly stopped the blade with her left forearm and delivered an electrified punch so forceful it staggered Ezekiel. She took the moment to back away and catch her breath.

As Ezekiel recovered from the punch, Harumi swung another fist at him that caught him in the jaw. She followed with a flying kick that Ezekiel just managed to dodge. He slashed at her but she backstepped away and fired a bolt of lightning that he blocked with his sword. Rather than reflect it back at Harumi however, the sword absorbed the lightning.

Ezekiel channeled his own energy into the sword and shot the blast of lightning back; it only just missed Harumi but singed a hole in the wall where it struck. The two both attacked and Harumi struck this time with an elbow to Ezekiel's face that knocked him down. He rolled back onto his feet and blocked her attempted roundhouse kick with his arm. He thrust his sword but she backflipped, kicking the sword out of his grip.

She delivered a hard right punch and grabbed him by the wrists as he landed on the floor before sending a surge of electrical power through his body. The pain was immense, and it was only through blasting lightning magic out of himself that he was able to stun her long enough to kick her away.

He rolled away from her and grabbed his sword just in time to slash her arm as she dived at him. But her attacks were relentless-she threw bolt after bolt at him, and he could only block them with his sword as she advanced on him. She dived and he guarded his head with the blade, realizing too late she was diving at his lower half. She tackled him and the sword was knocked from his grasp a second time. He rolled backwards and kicked her off again but staggered to his feet, his energy drained.

While he was stunned, Harumi unleashed all of her power in a single thunderbolt that struck Ezekiel directly. The pain was excruciating and he was knocked backwards with the force, shouting his agony to the arena. He attempted to get up but his strength had gone-his power felt broken. He'd given his all, but it just wasn't enough. He was beaten and he knew it. "I concede..." he told the arena at large. He wasn't even angry or ashamed that he lost-it was a good fight.

He was helped to his feet by Harumi, who looked as if it was her day of birth come early. The healers of the arena gave them each a healing potion that eased their pains. It surprised Ezekiel how many healers there were, but he supposed so many were needed in a fighting arena. Harumi led him to Bluegrass afterwards, though he couldn't work out why. She was smiling the whole way there, however. It was a large city split into a House District where most people lived, a Temple District for worship and priest/ess living, a Graveyard District for the dead and a Court District, where the City's Council members lived.

She led him down the House District to the Bluegrass Inn. It wasn't as crowded as he thought, seeing as it was late afternoon. Harumi almost skipped over to the barmaid; a mature and muscled Orc woman whom Ezekiel wouldn't want to cross.

"Hey Maxime." Harumi sang.

"Harumi. Here for the Kanto Wine again?" Maxime asked, wiping down a glass.

Harumi answered quietly, handing over a small coin purse "Actually, I'd like to rent the attic room for the night."

Maxime suddenly noticed Ezekiel and a smile crept over her face. "Done. Anything else?"

"Yes, I'm going to need the...cellar equipment." Harumi placed an emphasis on "cellar" that Ezekiel wasn't sure if he liked.

Maxime's eyes lit up slightly but she sighed. "I only wish I could watch. I'll bring it up shortly."
Harumi beckoned Ezekiel to some stairs and he followed her up them to a large and spacious room with a huge bed full, not of straw, but wool. The bed also had bars on the top and bottom of it, but the sides were bare. Ezekiel placed a hand on the bed and pressed lightly-it felt soft, but didn't yield too much.

"Well, aren't you going to strip?" Harumi asked "It'll be hard to do what I want to you while you've still got that armour on."

Ezekiel didn't wear much armour, although he turned around for her as he stripped it off. She bit her lip as she watched, eating the sight. When he stripped off his loincloth she let out a small gasp. Ezekiel wasn't large in terms of length, but he had more girth than most men. Harumi muttered to herself "It's been a while since I've seen one that thick...this is going to be fun."

The attic door creaked open and Maxime came inside holding a huge wooden chest by the handles. She looked Ezekiel up and down, but her thoughts were hard to read. She placed the chest at the foot of the bed and opened it. The sight of it's contents surprised Ezekiel: chains and cuffs, various dick-shaped toys made from materials ranging from wood to bone to tusk.

Harumi drew a pair of chain shackles from the chest and cuffed one hand, snaked the chain through the bars and cuffed the other hand, leaving them above his head and impossible to break out of. With his arms secured so, he was a bit nervous about what Harumi was doing. Her smile was what made him nervous. She seemed to pick up on this, because she told him "I wouldn't  worry about what I'm going to do, Ezekiel. I'd worry about what I'm *not* going to do." as she stripped off her armour to reveal a generous pair of breasts and a nicely shaped ass.

She began gently stroking his hardening cock. Her hands were soft as wool, and she took care to make sure her nails didn't dig in at all. She also vibrated her hand lightly, which enhanced the pleasure Ezekiel was getting from the handjob. It felt blissful. Divine, even.

But then Harumi's hand lifted away. She sent a lightning charge through it, replacing all the previously felt pleasure with a shoot of pain. It hurt like nothing else Ezekiel had ever felt. But his cock was still hard despite the shock. "Silly you. You don't think I'd let you finish that early, did you?" Harumi said teasingly.

She reached into the chest and took out one of the toys: it was a set of small beads made from polished wood with a ring on the end. He understood instantly: he almost protested before remembering that she beat him in their match-this was his punishment. Slowly, one by one, she fed the beads into his ass. He stifled a moan as she pulled at the ring lightly, but not pulling them out.

Her hands began stroking him again, with speed this time. He had never felt his cock milked so quickly before, and he could feel an orgasm quickly building. But then Harumi's hands lifted again and she cruelly smiled. Ezekiel groaned. "Please let me cum. Please, Harumi." he begged her.

"No. We're not done yet." she replied offhandedly, wrapping another hand around his cock. She sent another lightning charge through it, sapping all the pleasure away from it but keeping it firmly hard. She bent over and sampled his precum in a long, tantilizing lick before smiling to herself and placing either of her huge breasts around Ezekiel's thick cock. Before he could say or do anything in response, she began stroking his cock with them.

Her huge tits felt amazing wrapped around his cock, and she made sure to go slowly to drag out the intense pleasure. He began lightly thrusting upwards in response, and Harumi smiled. She wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and sucked lightly, her tongue massaging the slit. She began speeding up the titjob as well as her sucking, causing Ezekiel to leak precum endlessly. She gave a soft moan at the taste and Ezekiel felt himself finally approching climax.

But then she suddenly stopped and sent a third charge of agony through his crotch. At the same time, she pulled the beads out of his ass-all five of them-in under a second. He almost shouted his discomfort this time, and felt close to tears of frustration. "I think that's enough teasing." Harumi said, more to herself than to Ezekiel "I'm too eager to feel that inside me to drag it out more..."

She swung her leg over him and straddled his waist, rubbing her wettening pussy against his cock. She didn't stay there long, however-she was clearly eager to feel it inside her. She lifted his cock upwards and wasted no time in sinking down onto it. Her pussy was so tight that she had trouble fully sinking down onto it. Ezekiel could only thrust upwards slightly in answer as she let out a long moan of pleasure.

Harumi lifted herself up again, pushing down on his stomach with her hands. She rested, letting herself fall onto his cock again. At the same time, a lightning charge shot through Ezekiel's stomach between her hands and he jumped slightly with the pain. "S-sorry...I'm not used to...taking cocks...this thick..." she told him, take a short breather before lifting herself up again.

She lowered herself onto his cock slower this time, her tongue hanging out slightly as her breathing quickened. She sank onto him fully and moved her hips form side to side, massaging his cock with her inner walls and getting herself used to his thickness. It felt beyond words, and Harumi's moans were music to Ezekiel's ears. Harumi lifted herself up and lowered herself again, slowly building speed with each push onto his girth.

She rode his cock with a certain fury-nay, a hunger to feel it inside of her. She built up speed until she was riding his cock like it was an addiction. She slammed onto him hard and fast, without sign of stopping or slowing down. With one hand pushing down Ezekiel's torso every time she lifted and the other massaging her clit, her breasts bounced freely in an almost hypnotic motion. With every push onto his cock she sang her ecstacy to him, her tongue hanging out as if she'd been fucked silly.

Her pussy walls suddenly tightened around his member and she shook violently as she came. However, she didn't shout or scream as Ezekiel thought she would, and she continued riding him even as the orgasm ended. She suddenly bent over and kissed him full on the lips, her tongue thrusting into his mouth and twirling around his own.

Ezekiel could hold back no longer; shooting into her pussy and filling her up with hot cum. She let out a long sigh of pleasure in response. She collapsed onto his chest and seemed slightly weak as she lifted a hand up to zap the cuffs and free his hands. Absent-mindedly, still dazed from the relief of finally cumming, he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her into him. She let out a soft sigh and embraced him deeper.

Ezekiel woke up to Harumi still embracing him as the morning light shone into the room. He lightly stroked her hair and her eyes fluttered open. The two smiled at each other and got up together.

"Well I can't honestly say you're the most considerate lover..." Ezekiel told her as they got dressed.

"Aww, don't tell me you didn't love every minute of it." Harumi answered, pouting jokingly.

"Those lightning charges hurt like a brick to the face, you know." Ezekiel told her.

She laughed in answer. "That's the idea, silly."

The two finished dressing in silence and headed down the stairs together. Maxime and Harumi exchanged smiles as they headed out of the door and looked over the people emerging from their homes. Harumi and Ezekiel looked at each other. "If you're still up for it, I'll give you a rematch later this week." Harumi told him, nudging him lightly.

Ezekiel answered "Thanks, but one night of that is more than enough for the whole month."
"Oh, so I'll give you a rematch in a month then." Harumi countered, winking.

"If I stay in this land that long." Ezekiel sighed. He looked into her eyes and told her "Take care of yourself, Harumi." He held a hand out.

"You too, Ezekiel." She answered, taking his hand. However, she pulled him close and pecked him on the lips. "For luck in your quest." she smiled.

Ezekiel walked down the House District  and into the new day, grinning like an idiot. He'd only arrived in this new land recently, but he was already starting to like it here. He couldn't help but let his mind wander thinking about other encounters he might have in this new and wonderous realm...

Noobie's First Post

Hi. So, my name is WolfieByNature. Wolfie or WBN for short.

I'm making this blog as a backup plan incase tumblr shuts down my account so they can get into Apple's good books. (Not that I'm sure Apple has any good books.)

I'm mainly a storywriter with works that are more and less sfw. Yes, there will be nsfw stories here. Hopefully they're better than that FSOG rubbish that romanticized domestic abuse and cast BDSM in the most negative light possible. That whole book series is a waste of perfectly good trees.

There I go rambling again. I tend to do that a lot. Sorry.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my works, whether mentally, emotionally or physically. Now, I need to get back to writing this slow burn fic that I promised myself I'd finish a month ago.

Bye o/