Prediction of Pleasure

 Lynn Laurence is my OC.

Menat is from Street Fighter.

This story is a birthday gift for DarkShadowMD. Feliz Cumpleanos, amigo :)

Extra tags: nsfw, girl-on-girl, kitsune, nekomimi, Menat, tribbing, foot_worship, dildo, blowjob, anal

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The door swung open fiercely, but was slammed shut in quick order as the two women rapidly stripped off.

Lynn, her long brown hair flowing behind her. Her blue eyes surveying her lover for the forseeable future. Her fox tail swished to and fro as she pulled down her skirt and lifted off her camisole, allowing her supple breasts to jut outwards from her curvy body.

Menat, her cat-ears twitching with anticipation as the kitsune's lips and tongue mashed against her own. Her garb of bandages was already piled on top of Lynn's clothing, and her dark brown nipples rubbed sensually against Lynn's.

The two women collapsed onto the bed, Menat cupping Lynn's face and the foxgirl wrapping her legs around the Egyptian. Menat's tongue swirled around Lynn's as the kitsune's hands groped and squeezed her ass. Menat shifted her weight forwards and the girl's clits brushed, forcing the kiss to break as they moaned aloud. A thin trail of spit connected their tongues.

Lynn's hands gently pushed Menat backwards, then she shuffled forwards and extended her leg to Menat's face, offering her foot. Menat cupped Lynn's heel and did the same, giving Lynn her own foot. The foxgirl began first; Lynn's tongue washed up Menat's sole, while Menat's lips curled around Lynn's toes, starting to suck on them. Lynn planted softs kisses along Menat's sole and heel, making the catgirl's toes wiggle teasingly.

Eager, both women shifted forwards; their pussies rubbed together as their mouths massaged each other's feet. The Egyptian's moan of pleasure was muffled by the toes in her mouth, while Lynn's sounded out in the bedroom, her tongue hanging out.

Lynn's lips curled around Menat's toes, tongue snaking between them. Both women sucked each other's toes deeply, their dripping pussies still pressed together. They shifted their hips as much as they could manage, but they both enjoyed the toe sucking far more than the tribbing.

Menat stopped first, placing Lynn's foot down and starting to rub her shaven pussy against Lynn's. The witch placed down her lover's thoroughly licked-foot and matched her motions in parallel. The fortuneteller's motions were slow and patient, but she made sure to rub her entire pussy against the kitsune's.

The Egyptian smirked and lifted herself forwards, placing herself on top of Lynn's thigh. The witch, realizing what she was doing, let go of her foot and let the nekomimi position herself better. Now on top of Lynn, Menat was in full control of the tribadism, and resumed her paced grinding of their pussies.

Menat reached forwards and cupped Lynn's right breast with one of her hands, fondling it and lightly pinching the nipple as the Brit moaned her pleasure aloud. Lynn reached up and cupped Menat's own left boob with both hands, squeezing and groping firmly.

The Egyptian rocked herself side to side slightly, sending a surge of pleasure through them both. Lynn managed to speak through her long, soft moans as she felt her pleasure ramping up to it's climax "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhn! M-Menat, I'm... I'm gonna cum..."

The nekomimi didn't seem to react in answer; her motions remained the same, as did the speed at which she performed them. Her only change was to smile down at her lover, clearly enjoying being the reason that she was about to orgasm.

Lynn screamed her pleasure aloud as she came from Menat's slow, forceful grinding. Her back arched immensely from the pleasure, her toes curling tightly. After a few seconds of pure rapture, she fell back onto the bed, panting.

"Told you I'd make you cum first~" Menat teased.

"Pfft. Does that say more about your ability to tell the future, or how sensitive I am in this form?~" Lynn answered.

Menat merely smiled, channeling Soul Power from her ring, directing it towards her bare pussy. A green and purple dildo, glowing with the energy that formed it, manifested upon Menat's crotch, covering her clit. She then beckoned the kitsune over to her. Lynn briefly wondered if Menat could feel the pleasure from it, until she noticed Menat stroking it, her toes curling in pleasure.

With some difficulty due to her legs being weak, Lynn crawled over to the Egyptian on all fours. She took the dildo in hand and licked at the tip, circling it with her tongue. It tasted strange, but warm and pleasant. As if she was tasting love, hope, and joy made manifest. As her lips wrapped around it, she could swear that Menat's smile suddenly became more beautiful, her nipples looking more suckable, the hand now resting upon her head looking far more-

Lynn found her head being forced down the dildo, taking it into the back of her throat. Menat's finger gently rubbed behind Lynn's left ear; the foxgirl looked up into her face, and Menat just winked. Then Menat gripped both sides of the kitsune's head and began thrusting the entire dildo into Lynn's mouth.

The kitsune was used to deepthroating far larger things, so no discomfort came to her. In answer, she began to explore Menat's crotch-spreading her exposed pussy lips and slipping two fingers inside, forcing a surprised yelp from the nekomimi. Lynn allowed herself a chuckle, though it was quickly interrupted by Menat's thrusting into her throat.

Menat's soft moans were a delight to the kitsune's ears. Lynn closed her eyes and briefly tapped into her waifu-ring's power, sending Menat a telepathic message "Just relax and let me work my magic. I'm pretty good at this, you know~"

Menat giggled and lifted her hands from Lynn's head, placing them by her sides as Lynn set to work. Taking the dildo in both hands and stroking while her lips sucked the head deeply. She studied Menat's reactions to her treatments carefully, learning what she loved and what she didn't. She licked the sides, stroked the shaft, even tongued the place where there would normally be a hole for spunk to shoot from. Menat's little twitches and sighs told Lynn everything she wanted to know, and more.

Confident in her research, Lynn began to push her head down the dildo while two of her fingers slipped inside Menat's pussy. The Egyptian's pleasure was immediately apparent-her loud moan and curling toes made obvious her pleasure. Lynn sucked deeply as she began to finger the fortuneteller's cunny. 

Menat gripped the bedsheets tightly in answer, her head leaning back as she moaned aloud. Lynn began to bob her head, moving it up and down the dildo in perfect rhythm with her fingers. Her other hand gripped the base of the dildo for leverage, occasionally squeezing just to see Menat twitch from the sudden pressure.

Lynn increased her pace. Her fingers drilled into the Egyptian's sopping pussy and her head pushed fully down the dildo, sucking deeply while her tongue lashed it as much as the kitsune could make it. Menat's heavy breathing made clear her pleasure's denouement, and Lynn kept up her fast pace, not wanting to leave the Egyptian blue-beaned. 

Within the next few seconds, Menat's orgasm was announced with a soft "Nyahhhhhhnnn...~" and her body shook from the overwhelming pleasure of Lynn's throat and fingers. 

Lynn slowly pulled herself off of the dildo and out of Menat's pussy so as not to overstimulate her lover. "I'd say you're pretty well-lubed now~"

Menat took a moment to catch her breath before answering "I couldn't agree more~" Then she lunged with surprising speed, and the Brit was pinned down by her wrists. She felt the dildo brush against her ass-it was strangely tingly.

After a few seconds to properly line it up, the dildo penetrated Lynn's ass, pushing inch after inch inside. The kitsune moaned aloud as the Egyptian bottomed out inside her. The nekomimi rolled Lynn onto her back, putting her in a mating press and bending over her, their breasts pressing together. Then she began thrusting.

Menat pounded Lynn's ass, the kitsune's toes curling tightly and her legs wrapping behind the fortuneteller. The Egyptian was neither gentle nor slow this time, but it didn't hurt at all. Rather, it felt wonderful. Menat gripped Lynn's hands and interlocked their fingers, pressing her lips to Lynn's and thrusting her tongue into Lynn's mouth. Lynn met Menat's tongue with her own, swirling them together as her ass was railed so delightfully.

Lynn was loving every second of this. Being anally reamed by a beautiful nekomimi who also had her tongue swirling with her own. Her nipples rubbed sensually against Menat's with every thrust, and the taste of the Egyptian's tongue was ravishing. Her only complaint was not being able to fondle Menat's ass, but her hands were being gripped so tightly by the fortuneteller's that she didn't even mind.

Feeling her pleasure rapidly building as Menat continued her rapid plaps upon her butt, Lynn squeezed both of Menat's hands tightly to indicate her approaching climax. Menat just fucked her ass even harder and faster in answer, hastening Lynn's rapid overflow of pleasure until- 

The kitsune screamed again as her second orgasm hit, but Menat's lips remained pressed to her own, silencing her. Lynn's mind went briefly blank; the pleasure coursed through her entire body, making it shake violently for what felt like ten minutes. A wonderful ten minutes, at that. Once it was finished, the Soul Power dildo dissipated, but Menat's lips continued to kiss Lynn's. The witch matched her, her now-free hands exploring Menat's soft skin, cupping one of her plump breasts-

There was a loud knock at the door, making them women jump apart in surprise. Shampoo's familiar voice sounded out "Dark guy wants everyone outside at the pool, you two! He also says not to bring swimsuits~"

Lynn and Menat exchanged a smile, then got up and headed out, groping each other's buttocks.

Firsthand Experience

 "The fool learns from firsthand experience. The wiseman learns from the experience of his elders."
Beatrix Pamlet is my OC.

Extra tags: nsfw, action, quest, orc, knight, elf, mage, human, swordsman, breast_squeeze, handjob, missionary, vaginal_creampie

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An orcess was instructing a pair of rookie adventurers, correcting postures in preparation for their first expedition. Her silver hair was tied into a ponytail, her dark green skin rippling with muscular physique. Her shield, although weathered, was polished to a sheen, and her mace showed very few signs of wear aside from scuffs on the spikes.

Meanwhile, the adventures were adoptive brothers. Juston, an elf fire mage, and Syron, a human swordsman. Both wanted to prove superiority over the other. Beatrix hoped they'd learn quicker than some of the other siblings she'd tutored.

"Sorry to tell you Syron, but that sword is far too large for use in a cave."
"Does it really matter that much?" He asked.

"Yes. The adventurer's life is one that is constantly in danger. You use the tools suited for the job. Not the tools you want to use." Beatrix advised the youngster.

"Miss Beatrix?" Juston began "I was so excited beforehand, but now I... I can't stop shaking..."
The human sighed aloud "Oh, stop being such a-"

"Shut up." Beatrix told Syron, with such authority that he clamped up at once. Then she turned to Juston "We're all scared the first time, however well-or badly-we hide it. Just keep focused on what you know, and stick to the basics when things get hairy; stay calm, find cover and return fire. Do that, and we'll all get out in one piece. Okay?"

"O-okay..." Juston wouldn't sound all that confident to most, but Beatrix heard the newly steeled resolve in his shaky voice.

Beatrix clapped her hands "Okay, double check that we've got all of our supplies. Healing potions?"

"Check."

"Bandages?"

"Check."

"Antivenom?"

"Check."

"All set then. Syron, why are you still bringing that oversized hunk of metal inside with us?"

"Oh, it'll be fine! Don't get your hair in such a knot..." he rolled his eyes. 

Beatrix furrowed her brow-this hubris was an obvious flaw, but she knew she wouldn't be able to correct it out here "Fine... let's get in there, then."

The cave was damp, but the torches smelled recently extinguished. Beatrix led the way, shield held aloft "Keep your eyes open. Never know when there's a trap or ambush waiting for you."

"In this cramped space? I doubt they could fit." Syron was clearly agitated by the slow pace. Beatrix gave no answer.

They came up to an opening that led to a massive chamber. Juston gagged audibly, and Beatrix couldn't even scold him. Dozens of bodies were before them, all piled up into a mass grave. The smell of rotting flesh alone was awful.

"Wha... why couldn't we smell it in the tunnel?" Syron asked.

"Look up." Beatrix answered shortly. Above them was an opening to the sky, allowing the smell to escape.

"It's ho-horr-Ugh..." Juston stammered to get his words out, only succeeding when he pinched his nose "Shouldn't we... burn them or something?"

Syron replied before Beatrix could "That'll just attract more people to this cave. Worse, the smoke might suffocate the forest."

The orcess continued "Besides, we still have the element of surprise on the necromancer in here. Let's keep it. I'll tell the guards to burn the bodies once we're done."

"How can you say that so... casually?" Juston asked, sounding a mix of awestruck and worried.
"It comes with experience. You see the worst kinds of people in this line of work. That why so many rookies give it up." Beatrix replied. "Now, let's go. Before one of you lose your lunch."

The next tunnel was less damp, and still had lit torches along the walls. Though they weren't spaced out correctly-there was far too much space between them. The three adventurers walked forwards, briefly enjoying the heat from the torches before stepping into the darkness.

A rattling suddenly came from the left. Beatrix's shield was up at once as she shouted "Ambush!"

A loud crash echoed down the hallway as Beatrix blocked the skeleton's attempted attack, before she swung her mace and destroyed it. A torch next to them lit up brightly; they were surrounded by the reanimated bones on every side.

Juston conjured a circle of fire around them, but it petered out "Fuck!"

"Basics, Juston! Syron, get behind me!" Beatrix raised her shield just in time to block another skeleton's swing. Her mace swung downwards and the skeleton's skull was shattered across the floor.

"I'm doing fine! I don't-Uhn?!" Syron's sword caught on the roof of the cave. As he struggled to pry it loose, a skeleton charged him over, shield first. It raised it's sword, ready to kill the human-

Juston thrust his hands forth and a firebolt shot from them, knocking the skeleton's weapon from it's grasp a mere second before it finished off his brother. Beatrix charged into the skeleton and roared a battle cry, drawing all of the skeletons closing in onto herself.

"Juston, give me some cover!" Beatrix's mace swung upwards and the skeleton was strewn across the room. "Syron, grab one of the skeleton's weapons!"

But Syron didn't listen, instead opting to try to pull his own sword out of the ceiling. Beatrix gritted her teeth as she was surrounded by the things.

"Lady Pamlet, hit this!" Juston shouted, throwing a fireball at her. She swung at it with her mace and it exploded, blasting back all the nearby skeletons. Juston then blasted a stream of fire down the hallway, keeping all the skeletons down it at bay.

"Good! Keep that up-I'll deal with the skeletons on the other end!" Beatrix told him. She charged into the other skeletons shield-first and started swinging. Without the flank to worry about, Beatrix's swings were measured, quick, and strong. And soon, not a single skeleton stood against her.

Juston's spell cut out as he ran out of energy to keep it up any longer. Beatrix let out a battle cry that echoed down the hallway, and the skeletons were thrown off balance enough that Juston could launch a fireball into their midst. It exploded with enough force that Beatrix had to shield her eyes from the intense heatwave. The orc and the fire mage, both panting, nodded at each other.

Meanwhile, Syron was still attempting to pull his sword loose from a crack in the cave ceiling. With an exasperated sigh, Beatrix pulled him away from it by the scruff of his neck. 

"Now do you believe me when I tell you that sword is too large?" The lady-at-arms had a lot of practice with keeping her frustrations in check, but this arrogant kid was testing even her patience.

"I... I just thought that I could make it work..." Syron whimpered.

"You can't. Now grab one of the swords from the skeletons, or go and wait for us in the inn I found you." the orcess told him sternly.

"Yes, ma'am..." Syron replied, taking a shorter sword from a fallen skeleton and getting behind her.
The next room they came to was far larger than the last one, with a large rune-sealed door at the other side. But the weird part was the blue crystals scattered around the room, affixed to the floor. One of them was crackling with lightning, the others stood latent.

"I've read about this! In short, if we connect the crystals to one another, the lightning energy will shatter all of them and break the rune." Juston explained.

Syron asked "And how do we connect them if they're stuck in place?"

"Not literally. You see that one crystal already glowing with lightning? Hit that and the storm energy'll transfer to you. From there, you just hit the rest of the crystals one after another."

Another characteristic rattle of bones sounded all around the room. More skeletons. Beatrix took charge; "Syron, get those crystals charged! Juston, cover me!"

The human's shoulders shrugged "Why the hell do I have to-"

"Not the time for debate!" Beatrix shouted at him, blocking a skeleton's attack.

Juston threw a ball of smoke in front of the skeletons, blinding some of them. The fire mage cursed his bad aim, while Beatrix backed up and let them stagger their way to her-

To her horror, Syron charged into the skeletons sword first, impaling two of them... to no effect whatsoever. Beatrix jumped in front of him and barely blocked a skeleton's mace in time.

"SYRON!" Juston roared, with more outrage than Beatrix thought him capable of "Get those crystals charged, or I swear to Ignis I'm gonna shove that sword up your ass and spitroast you!"

Beatrix smacked Syron back with her shield and took the brunt of the skeleton's attacks. "Crystals! NOW!" She told him plainly.

Juston channeled a spell on Beatrix that centred a small explosion on her, forcing back some of the attackers. Beatrix took the second she had to look, and saw that Syron was indeed charging the crystals. The orcess span around and swung her mace, cleaving the head off one of the bonebags. Then the room surged with storm energy and all of the skeletons toppled.

Syron raised his arms, as if expecting praise of some kind. Beatrix marched over to him, then slapped him upside the head and whispered angrily "That's twice your incompetence has nearly gotten us killed."

The swordsman stammered "B-but I just-"

"No buts!" Beatrix gritted her teeth "Last chance. You disobey me one more time, I'm gonna break your legs, and your days of adventuring will be over before they've begun."

"...yes, ma'am."

"With that in mind; why the hell did you run them through? You go for killing blows with skeletons because they don't feel pain." Beatrix instructed him.

"I... wasn't aware." Syron answered, sheepishly.

"Not awa-I told you 5 times they don't feel pain!" Juston's voice was hoarse from all the spellcasting, and he drank from the flask of water he'd brought.

Beatrix rolled her eyes "Your job now is to guard your brother. You can block the hits he can't. Unless the only thing you bothered learning was "charge in and hope for the best"."

Syron looked upset at her comment, but didn't reply other than giving a nod.

They headed out of the room, the rune-sealed door having collapsed. The chamber before them was laid out with two sets of stairs leading up to an altar. Atop the altar was-

"The necromancer?" Juston asked.

Beatrix nodded, thinking about the best way to get the drop on him-

Syron shouted "Hey, asshole!"

Beatrix wheeled around to Syron, glaring daggers at him. His face collapsed into apology.

The necromancer spoke aloud "Well, it would seem that the flies have-"

Beatrix interrupted, turning around to face him "I have heard your "power beyond my comprehension" speech more times than you have fingers among your army, so can we just skip it?"

The necromancer looked stunned, but recovered his smugness "Feisty. Good-you'll make an excellent addition to that army. Minions! Rise and destroy them!"

The skeletons were all at the top, and they came charging down. The necromancer also charged up a spell; the floor below them began glowing green-

"Up the stairs! GO!" Beatrix shouted. "Carve our way through the skeletons!"

Juston raised his hand to the ceiling and closed it-both Beatrix and Syron's weapons began glowing golden, and hit their enemies with the force of the sun. Beatrix smiled as she smashed her way through them, leaving stray bones littering the floor.

"You couldn't have done that earlier?" Syron asked, cleaving through two skeletons, aiming his strikes for the head.

"I can only do it once before I need a nap!" Came the answer.

The necromancer, not to be defeated so easily, assembled a barrier of bones from the fallen skeletons. The necrotic energy from the ground floor rose up the stairs behind them. Beatrix raised her shield and charged, blasting directly through the bone wall with a shout. Syron and Juston ran behind her, blasting their way through more skeletons as they emerged from the other side.

They were halfway to the top now. The necromancer formed a boulder of bones and sent it careening down their side of the stairs. But all three of them knew what to do, and leapt to the other side. The necromancer had run out of spare skeletons now, and the remaining ones didn't last very long against the assault of the three adventurers. Once they reached the altar, they formed a triangle in front of him, giving him no way to escape.

"Surrender, asshole. It's over!" Syron told him.

"That's what you think?" The necromancer asked, smirking. He then blasted all of them backwards and began gathering energy in his palms. 

The stench of rot surrounded him, leaving them unable to get close. Beatrix charged at him, but was repulsed by a blast of necrotic energy. Her mind raced as she tried to think of what she could do-

"DIE!" The necromancer shouted letting loose a blast of necrotic energy that slowly filled the room. Beatrix wasn't expecting this. Had she led these two rookies to their doom?

Juston shouted "I have an idea! Rally to me!" As soon as they did, the fire mage slammed his fist into the ground, creating a dome of fire that burned the necromancer's spell on contact. Then he thrust his hands wide and the dome burst out, burning away all of the poisoned air.

"That was inspired, Juston!" Beatrix told him.

"Thanks! But... where did the necromancer go?" Juston asked.

Juston was right-the necromancer had vanished. There was a chest filled with the spoils of the necromancer's conquests, but nothing else.

Syron answered "Probably ran off. Too scared to face us."

Beatrix corrected him "We already wiped out his army, and survived the strongest spell he had. He knows he had no chance without them, so he did the smart thing."

Syron asked the next question "Who's carrying the chest?"

Juston jokingly answered "Nose goes?"

Beatrix chuckled that people were still doing that. "No, it's far too big to carry all at once. Open it up and we'll grab everything we can. Even if we have no use for something, we can sell it."

It took a lot of time for them to cram all they could into their sacks, and it felt like an even longer trek back through the cave to the nearest town. But after the profit they turned, neither of the two brothers seemed too bothered about that. It was Beatrix's suggestion that they celebrate at the local inn, and they were regaled as adventurers. Beatrix smiled widely-it was this part of the job she loved the most.

It was later on, after the buzz had died down and it was just the three of them sitting alone at a table, that Beatrix decided to make her move: "I think I'm going to turn in for the night. It's such a shame that I won't have any company~"

Both brothers gasped, looking at her. Syron was the first to speak, jumping to his feet with eagerness "Please pick me, Lady Pamlet!"

Beatrix fixed him with a stare that made him visibly recoil and sit back down "...You disregarded my advice and commands multiple times, nearly getting both yourself and your brother killed each time. If the near death experiences haven't taught you anything, maybe a more personal punishment will. I have nothing else to say to someone unwilling to listen."

Syron's face spoke of utter heartbreak, but Beatrix knew she was doing the right thing. Encouraging his behaviour, stoking his ego, would only get him killed faster. 

She gently lifted up Juston's chin. "Juston... I couldn't see anything wrong with your skills down there. Sure, your aim could use some pointers, but you'll get a feel for that. Along with a feel of something else, if you muster the courage to ask~"

The elf swallowed, and spoke with a throat that sounded dry as sand "Lady Pamlet... may I p-please join you in bed?"

"Yes, you may~" Beatrix took his hand and led him upstairs to her room.

The room was simple, but clean and cozy looking. The only decoration was a large map, depicting the Great River's flow through Bayl. It took mere seconds for Beatrix to shed her armour. Her scarred skin relaxed without the weight and she let out a comforted sigh. Juston took far longer, his worry on full display. 

Beatrix smiled warmly "You needn't worry, Juston. We all get stage fright~"

"I'm j-j-just worried that you'll see it and... laugh or something..."

"I promise not to laugh." Beatrix told him at once.

With that, Juston's resolve hardened and he hoisted his robes over his head in one swift motion. He still covered his crotch, but Beatrix could see that his physique was built better than she assumed. She looked him up and down, filling his cheeks with red. Meanwhile, his gaze was affixed to her chest. She waited, knowing her patience would bear fruit.

"Lady Pamlet-"

"Just Beatrix, love~"

"B-Beatrix... Can I please squeeze your breasts?"

"Haha... Can I stroke your manhood as you do?~"

Juston let his hands fall away from his crotch as he walked to the orc, hands raising and cupping her boobs. Beatrix's hand dove downwards and wrapped around his cock in answer. His cute gasp of pleasure made her heart jump a little.

He was half-mast already, and the orc's hand stroked gently. His hand were eager; squeezing her boobs. His mouth was agape, and it was clear he was wondering if he was dreaming. She placed her other hand behind his head and pulled his mouth onto her breast. His eyes went a little wider, but then he began sucking deeply.

"There you go..."

As Juston sucked and Beatrix stroked, the elf whimpered slightly. Beatrix brought him over to the bed, not breaking step at all, before sitting on it. Feeling his tongue licking at her nipple, his hands eagerly exploring her muscled body... this was precisely why she preferred rookies.

Juston pulled back, taking deep breaths. "I... I think I'm ready..."

Beatrix had know he was ready for the past few minutes, judging from how hard he was. She lay on the bed and spread her pink pussy lips. "You put it here, love."

Juston swallowed nervously, but positioned his hardness at her entrance. His cockhead was rapidly soaked by her juices as he began to push inside her. His hands groped her tits hard, and her own hands guided his hips into her.

Then, at all once, Beatrix felt him push in. He let out a cute moan, his fingers curling tightly. Beatrix took one of his hands off of her tits and placed it on her shoulder. "For stability~" she winked at him.

Juston immediately began fucking the orcess deep and hard. Once upon a time, such eagerness would have made her think she was ugly; now it was just part of the fun. She rested her hands above her head and looked up at him, smiling as his face turned towards her freely bouncing tits.

Then Juston moaned aloud, thrusting fully into Beatrix's pussy and cumming. After a few seconds, when the orgasm high wore off, he looked mortified.

"Oh, Gods! I-I'm really sorry. It's my first time and all and I just-Mmmmph?!"

But the rest of his sentence was cut off as Beatrix pulled his head into her tits. The orc hugged him tightly, her legs wrapping around his waist. "Shhhh... don't worry. You're young-you'll get better~"

"Mmmmmph~" He let himself sink into her chest, hugging her back.

"Mmmm... Now, make sure you rest up, ready for tomorrow." Beatrix told him, pulling the covers over them both. "That was just the first of many dungeon dives you'll be going on. Just bear in mind you'll be eating me out first thing tomorrow, to make up for that~"

Juston's only response was to nod a couple of times before he fell still, his face nestled between her breasts.

A Little Help

 "A little help can go a long way." - Anonymous

Cole Fletcherson is my OC.

Ilyse Arvernus belongs to DarkShadow777.

Extra tags: nsfw, elf, princess, tentacles, double_penetration, nipple_penetration, rimjob, cum_eating

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Gods... why did this have to happen?

Princess Ilyse' red pigtails were pulled hard, her plump breasts swaying forwards and back. Her pale skin shone with sweat, and her emerald eyes were rolling into her head while her tongue lolled out.
She'd hit maturity for elvenkind, but with that came a severe consequence: she was so, so horny... 

It had gotten so bad that she'd let herself get captured by a bunch of orcs in desperation. And yet, after hours upon hours, the orcs' thick cocks couldn't satisfy her. She'd swallowed gallons of their thick spunk, taken the roughest poundings she'd ever had to endure, and it still wasn't enough.

And after even more hours upon hours, the orcs had all left her behind, too exhausted top continue their gangbang. But she was still so horny; she found herself screaming loudly; cursing the orcs for their selfishness, cursing her own body for being so needy...

That's when she saw another figure before her. An elf, like her. He was blonde, with light green eyes. His black robes shimmered along his slim, feminine body.

Her screams became begs at once "Please... I need your help...  I'm so horny... I need dick... your dick..." she reached a hand weakly towards him.

"I can offer you far more than some dick, sexy." The blonde elf waved a hand, and the princess was suddenly suspended in the air by a set of thick, black tentacles. Her legs were pulled apart, exposing her glistening, hungry pussy.

Before the redheaded elf could say a thing, a thick tentacle's tip had already pushed deeply into her cunny, her moan sounding loudly for the entire forest to hear. A second one, just as thick, pushed deeply into her ass. Her tongue hung out in answer, and yet another tentacle twisted around it, stroking it sensually as it pushed between her lips.

Ilyse found her arms and legs tied up by the tentacles, her pleasure soaring like a bird as all three of her holes were filled with them. She wasn't able to move at all, but she didn't care a mite. Her moan as the tentacles began to fuck her in perfect unison was muffled, but the mage could clearly tell her pleasure.

A tentacle teased her right breast, while her left nipple was sucked by a tentacle with a pair of lips. Both of her mammaries were being squeezed tightly, causing milk to leak out. She felt her nipples push outward, coaxed from their hiding spots with the elf princess' bliss. The mage noticed too; Ilyse was bent forwards slightly, and the blonde curled his lips around her right nipple, drinking her milk. His tongue teased the nipple, and Ilyse's pleasure only increased as he looked into her eyes with enjoyment of her taste. He pulled away, and a far thinner tentacle took his place, penetrating her nipple and making her squirt a little from pleasure and shock. 

The mage chuckled "Well, you're certainly one of the kinkier ladies I've ever had the pleasure to pleasure... Looks like I'll have to improvise a bit to satisfy you~"

Ilyse's mind echoed her body "Yes... more... I want more!"

The tentacles fucked her two holes grew thicker, but the increase in speed she expected didn't come. Instead, another smaller tentacle pushed into her other nipple, and she felt two more tentacles with lips wrap around her toes, sucking deeply. The tentacles lowered her to eye level with the mage, and he brushed her hair out of her face. 

"Gods, you're beautiful..." he commented, making Ilyse blush furiously. The tentacles stroking her tongue pulled away, and he met his lips to hers instead. His tongue rubbed against hers, and her nose was full of the scent of him. It reminded her of hot bubble baths with her mother... and how she'd always comment on her beauty.

With every thrust into her pussy and ass, Ilyse's pleasure grew more and more and more. She wasn't sure how much longer she'd last like this...

The mage pulled back from their kiss "You're close aren't you?~"

Ilyse could only nod and whimper as the tentacles pounded her harder still.

He reached down between her thighs "Then cum for me, sexy~" and he pinched her bead forcefully.

Ilyse's sudden orgasm ripped through her like a tsunami crashing against a beach. Her scream of rapture echoed across the mountains and the oceans alike. The tentacles pulled out of her, but didn't let her down; one of them slid against her soaking thigh and brought some of her juice to the mage. He licked it off and moaned as if eating a wonderful meal.

"Is that better?" he asked, studying her features for any signs of dishonesty.

Ilyse swallowed the lump in her throat "Y-yes... but I'm still so... I need more... please... I'm sorry..."
The mage only chuckled "Don't worry your perfectly sculpted face over it." Ilyse gasped as the two tentacles pushed into her again, a third one now sucking on her bead as the mage continued "I don't have anywhere more important to be~"

The blur of orgasm after mind-shattering orgasm made telling the time difficult. All Ilyse knew was that it was the middle of the day by the time her thirst was quenched enough for her to finally collapse in exhaustion. She awoke upon a mass of the tentacles, squashed together to form a psedo-mattress. The mage was laying next to her, propping his head up and smiling at her.

She swallowed to wet her dry throat and spoke "Th-thank you..."

"You're welcome. It was my pleasure~" he replied, handing her a glass of water. 

She drank it all in one "Uhh... I know it might sound weird to ask but... what's your name?"

"Cole. Cole Fletcherson. And yours, beautiful?"

"Ilyse Arvernus." the redhead giggled.

"As in the Princess of Luxas? I thought I recognized that gem in your forehead..."

"Yes. And I'm sorry we had to meet under such... lewd circumstances."

"Oh, don't be."Cole smiled "I try to do that for a lot of people, whether they realize they need it or not."

"Is there anything I can do to repay your kindness, Mr Fletcherson?"

He held up a hand "Just Cole. And..." he thought for a second "I wouldn't say no to a rimjob, honestly."
"Wh-What's a rimjob?" she asked, an eyebrow raised.

Cole chuckled "Think of a woman having her cunny eaten out, but with a guys' butthole. Don't worry-it's clean as a whistle."

Ilyse flushed bright red. She'd never heard of such a thing, but her curiosity-as well as her desire to repay him-was winning out "Umm... you... you promise not to tell anyone about me doing it?"

"I promise~" he swore, bending over and flipping the back of his robes up onto his back. Two of his tentacles spread his butt apart, showing Ilyse his hole-it was puckering slightly.

Ilyse leaned over, sticking her tongue out. She was shaking like a leaf in a rainstorm. The scent of her pussy juices still coated the mass of tentacles. Perhaps that's what was causing Cole's shaft to harden before her. Or perhaps that was the anticipation as she moved closer.

Her heart beat like a drum. She was a proud Princess-she shouldn't be doing such lewd things! But... he had saved her from her cursed needs. And he'd already promised not to tell a soul. No, this was the right thing to do...

Ilyse's tongue met his puckered hole, and he sighed in answer. His butt tasted strange, but not bad. Her tongue washed over it again, and his shaft twitched. She wrapped a slender hand around it and stroked him; after being captured by those orcs, it was almost second nature. Even if his shaft was far slimmer.

Cole moaned aloud "Uhh... push your t-tongue... inside, Princess~"

Ilyse hesitated. But, her curiosity winning again, she obliged. His butt clenched around her tongue as she pushed it in, her hand stroking him slightly faster.

She pushed her tongue deeper, and Cole moaned aloud again. Her free hand took hold of her breast and pushed it against his tip, rubbing it against her boobflesh. Her labours bore fruit when she heard Cole beginning to pant as the orcs had. She stroked him faster, pushing her tongue as deep inside his butt as it could reach-

"Ahhhn! Cumming!" Cole groaned. His cock shot one, two, three loads onto Ilyse's breast. 

Pulling back, the princess was tempted to taste it, to see if it was at all like the orcs. For the third time, curiosity won out, and Ilyse found herself licking it up; it was salty, but not awfully so. She swallowed with a smack of her lips.

"Ahh... It's been a while since I've met such a pretty woman..." Cole sighed happily, turning around and sitting on the mass of tentacles.

"...could you be my friend?" Ilyse's words came out before she could stop them. She'd met such selfless men before, but she'd let them all slip away from her. She didn't want it to happen with Cole; not after what he'd just done for her.

Cole looked shocked "Uhh... are you sure? I'm open to the idea, but... well, I help a lot of women in need, like you were. And most people call me a monster. A rapist."

"I don't care what other people call you. You helped me. Anybody else would have just-just used me and left me there!" Ilyse answered, a little hotly. she took a deep breath "...so, would you like to be my friend?"

"...I'd love to, Ilyse." Cole smiled. 

Ilyse could tell that it had been a while since he had a friend. Instinctively, she leaned over and kissed his cheek gently. She was glad to be his friend, and she knew he was glad to be hers. The elf princess' stomach rumbled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten in... she didn't even know.

"C'mon. Let's go see what fruits we can find around this forest." Cole offered.

Ilyse just nodded, grateful to have met a man so kind and helpful.

Unorthodox Strategy

 "Doing the same thing again and again will only yield the same results again and again. Sometimes, other methods are required for progress to be made." - Anonymous Alchemist

Extra tags: m/m, twink, handjob, blowjob, oral_creampie, analingus, anal, cowgirl_position, anal_creampie

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The Lord found himself standing up again, though he wasn't sure how he'd be able to fight. Maybe, at least, he could face his death with honour this way...

The Hero's foot kicked him backwards, and he found himself sat upon his throne, a sharp pain pulsing through him. His sword was halfway across the room, and the Hero's sword tip was placed at the Lord's neck. He met his nemesis' eyes with blazing defiance, daring him to get it over with.

"For generations now, my ancestors have bested and killed yours." The Hero told him "Again and again and again. And yet, it brings us no closer to peace. It is clear that another method is needed to stop the senseless death."

Before the Lord could move his lips to ask, the Hero's intentions became clear. With a few well-placed slashes, the Lord's robes were cut to ribbons, leaving him naked. The Hero dropped his sword, got onto his knees and took the Lord's shaft in soft, slender hands. The Lord couldn't suppress a moan as the Hero began to stroke.

The Lord's mind ran wild. This... this must be some kind of trick, surely? Nobody, not even a Hero, would be so naive as to think that-

Uuuuhn... He had to admit, he was rather enjoying this... The Hero's lips curved around the Lord's sack and sucked deeply. His right hand stroked it, his left resting on the Lord's thigh. The Lord felt the Hero's tongue gently pressing his sack before the sucking stopped and the Hero's tongue traced up the Lord's shaft, his mouth coming to rest around the Lord's head.

The Lord's hand moved on it's own, maneuvering behind the Hero's head and pushing downwards, encouraging him. The Hero obliged, allowing entryway between his luscious lips. The Lord didn't know what to think, or if he was capable of thought beyond the primal pleasure rushing through his bloodstream.

The Hero's mouth pushed lower, and the Lord felt the Hero's nose pressing against his groin. His tongue lapped at the sides of the Lord's shaft, and a singular moan escaped the Lord. A guttural groan that sounded as though it would come from someone of the lower classes.

The Hero seemed to sense that the Lord was close to his climax, and sucked deeply. The Lord's fingers dug firmly into the Hero's hair, his toes curled tightly, and his breaths came in ragged pants. The Hero looked upwards, directly into the eyes of the Lord, and the wall broke.

"Ahhhhhhhnnn!" The Lord moaned as he came, his load shooting down the Hero's throat. The Hero gulped it down as though it were a part of his duty, pressing his thumb to the base of the Lord's shaft and running it up, milking every worthwhile drop. 

The Lord could feel the breath returning to his lungs, the power returning to his fingertips. He saw a chance here; a chance to destroy the Hero, and finally claim ultimate power for himself. Yet, he stayed his hand. To his great shock, his immense lust for the Hero far outstripped his desire for power, or revenge. 

Maybe the Hero was right, and the time for death had passed. Right now, all The Lord's mind could think about was the Hero's smooth skin, practiced mouth, and the rich slap that came from the Hero smacking his own buttock. He wondered how the Hero would taste, and how tight his boyhole would be.

The Lord's hand caressed the Hero's cheek, and he found his voice at last "Clean me, won't you?"

The Hero's smile was better described as a beam. He eagerly set to work, his tongue licking all along the Lord's shaft, cleaning it of seed. More than once, the Lord winced, his sensitive shaft unaccustomed to such treatment.

When he was finished, the Hero spoke "Let us move to your bedroom. I doubt your throne has room for the both of us."

The Lord felt a smile curling his lips as he stood up. The Hero began walking, swaying his hips side to side. It was not a long walk to the bedroom, but it was long enough for them to briefly speak. 

The Hero spoke first as they headed down the hallway "I am... pleased you chose this option, Lord."

"As am I. We are both too removed from our ancestors to continue this... feud." The Lord answered "But let us speak of this later. For now, I wish to impale you in a far different manner to how my father would~"

The Lord waved his hand and the bedroom door swung open by itself, permitting entry to both. The moment they crossed the threshold, the Hero turned around and cupped the Lord's shaft, stroking it again. Simultaneously, The Lord placed his hands onto the Hero's buttocks and spread them apart. "I would taste of you, Hero." The Lord's words came out as a lustful whisper.

The Hero answered by backing away and crawling onto the bed, shaking his posterior side to side. His hole briefly opened and closed, inviting the Lord to indulge in it.

The Lord wasted no time, spreading the Hero's cheeks and letting his tongue wash over the Hero's starfish. It puckered against the Lord's tongue, which began to poke against it. The Lord pushed his tongue into the Hero's hole, and was met with a delectable taste.

"Nnnnnngh~" The Hero's moans were hastily stifled, as if he was afraid of the Lord discovering how much he enjoyed it.

After a mere half minute or less, the Lord backed up, a trail of drool connecting his mouth and the Hero's twitchy hole. He pushed a finger into the Hero's ass; the Hero's legs gave way and he moaned aloud, panting somewhat. The Lord chuckled to himself, pleased that he already knew one of his bedmate's turn-ons.

"I confess; I am eager to seal our place as decisive lovers." The Lord spoke "But some other day, I would see if I can make you climax with naught but my tongue~"

The Hero offered no objections, his cock twitching at the Lord's treatment of his boyhole. The Lord lay on the bed, standing his shaft directly upwards. It almost resembled an exceptionally rude gesture pointed towards the heavens, and the Lord reveled in the rush of defying his supposed destiny.

The Hero placed himself above the Lord's cock, his own glistening with anticipation. The Lord felt the Hero's hole with the tip of his shaft. The Hero licked his lips, took a deep breath. The Lord swallowed, placing his hands on the Hero's slender hips. And then-

"Ahhhhhhhhn!~"

"Uhhhhhhhhn!~"

It was hard to say who made which sound, as both were cacophonous and deafening. Neither the Hero nor the Lord cared, though. 

The Hero had already begun riding the Lord, using his knees to propel himself up and down. The Hero's hole was warm and inviting, and offered almost no resistance to the Lord's shaft. The Lord's hands explored the Hero's smooth body, before finally settling on his nipples, his thumbs rubbing them in time with the Hero's motions.

"Ah! I'm already going to-oooooooohhhh!" The Hero shouted as he came, his seed shooting onto the Lord's torso. 

The Lord paid little mind to the stain; he bucked his hips, taking some of the work off the Hero as the orgasmic bliss washed through him. For those few seconds, the Hero's tongue rolled upwards slightly, and his tongue hung out. It looked so lewd... and so undeniably sexy.

The Lord gently slapped the Hero's cheek, smiling. The Hero's face returned to normal, and then to a smile. The two locked eyes as both lovers nodded.

The Hero's hips began bouncing on the Lord's cock. His hole tight, and his cock still twitching with every push downwards. He leaned forwards and placed his hands on the Lord's shoulders for more leverage.

The Lord thrust back against his bedmate, his shaft pushing entirely into the Hero. The Hero's moans were sonorous and delightful, mixed with the tightening grip on the Lord's shoulders speaking volumes of his pleasures.

The Hero began to slam down onto the Lord's cock. His asscheeks clapped loudly against the Lord's thighs, a lustful drumbeat building faster and faster in tempo.

The Lord panted "Hero... I'm... nearly..."

"Inside me, Lord!" The Hero planted his rear onto the Lord's full length and shifted his hips side to side.

"Unnnnf!" The Lord grunted aloud as he came, his load shooting deep into the Hero. He lost grip on his lover and the Hero fell onto the Lord's torso. Instinctively, the Lord found his hands wrapping around the Hero, indulging in the smooth, soft flesh laying against his own.

For some time, they just lay there, enjoying the silence. The Lord only spoke when the Hero looked up into his eyes.

"By my count, I still owe you one." The Lord asked, smiling at his bedmate. "Another round, Hero?" 

"If you're up for it, Lord~" came the lascivious reply.

In the days, weeks, months and years to come, the realm would be granted a peace unlike any other. Not one gained through the repeated clashing of sword and spell, but through the coming together of a handsome Lord, and his beautiful Hero husband-to-be.

A Witch's Trial

 "To be a witch is far more than to be a female magic user. It is to be a mage, a soothsayer, an alchemist, and an expert flyer. In fact, "witch" may be the hardest-earned title one can think of." - Unknown

Lynn Laurence is my OC.

Tags: sfw, witch, dungeon, undead_army, dracolich, archpriest

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Despite the sunny weather that shone across Asmana, there was a dark undertone to the more recent days. Something was wrong-very wrong-and anyone tuned to the land could feel it. There was something dark rising in the future, like a storm cloud before a downpour.

Lynn Laurence had been tasked by Wakeeda to find and eliminate the source of this. The witch doctor had isolated a unique point of energy coming from this cave. The spreading corruption was undeniably coming from within; a small group of adventurers were standing guard outside, surrounded by a number of skeletons, already slain.

A swordswoman among them noticed her approaching "Hey there. You're the witch girl I've seen in Agliophilia a couple times. Lynn, right?"

Lynn smiled at the fact that she was recognized "Yeah, that's right."

"What are you doing here?" An elf ice mage asked.

"I intend to find the source of this evil and kick it so far up the arse it'll be tasting the polish I put on my toenails this morning." Lynn replied.

"You're going in there alone? Are you insane?!"

"I might be. But I'm also determined." Lynn answered.

Without another word, she headed inside. The cave wasn't that different to others around Asmana. But there was a dark presence within-Lynn could sense it. As if it was watching her.

A skeleton appeared before her, lazily clutching a sword. It's armour was rusted and cracked. A torn banner hung from it's shoulders like a cloak, or a cape. With a silent battle cry, the skeleton lunged for her, but a blast of fire turned it to ashes. She'd been scared of those, once. No longer.

She came to a room that looked like a hallway, with faded stone carvings on the walls depicting things Lynn couldn't make sense of. She then saw an ancient wizard sat in a chair, his skin taut and grey, his robes faded. His head turned to her, eyes opening, mouth forming words "Identify yourself..." he croaked. His voice sounded as if he'd long since lost the habit of using it.

"I'm Lynn Laurence. Witch, adventurer and help-giver. Who are you?" Lynn asked.

"I do not recall my name... It has been so long..." He answered "I sealed the... the great evil... in this place... many moons ago.... I even applied the... the art of necromancy... to myself... So that I may... guard this place forever... to keep it... contained."

"But it's breaking it's containment."

"Yes... thank you, Miss Obvious..." the wizard snarked, his voice starting to return "I have grown weaker and weaker... and the seals are breaking... I haven't been able... to apply them with the... same strength as before."

"Did you not notice the skeletons getting by you?" Lynn asked.

"No... How many?"

"I counted 7. They were killed by adventurers guarding the entrance to this place, though." Lynn answered "There was one more that I killed in the hallway back there."

"Then I've got less... time than I thought... Someone else will soon have to... bear the mantle of guarding this place..."

"Bear the mantle? Why not just send someone down there to kill the evil permanently?"

The wizard paused "...You ask a simple question... so I will answer it as simply as I can... The evil within this place... was too strong for a legion of... Asmana's finest warriors... What makes you think a single mage can fell it?"

"Clearly you've never heard of power creep. The magical energy in the air is far more potent that it was centuries ago. Even an amateur could stand a chance." Lynn replied confidently.

"So you think you can defeat it? End the threat forevermore?"

"I know I can."

His eyes narrowed, and Lynn prepared a retort to any comment he made. He sighed and spoke "Okay, but you'd better not fuck this up."

"I won't." Lynn stated. It wasn't a promise-it was a fact. She walked past the old wizard and down the huge passageway of stone.

As she walked, Lynn wondered what evil force she'd be facing down here. Certainly, it'd throw as many undead at her as it could. Probably another idiot who greatly valued quantity over quality. Her caravan of thought was derailed when she came to an opening into a vast cavern. Drawing her wand and stepping through, she was struck with wonder at what lay before her.

A huge army of undead stood before her. Skeletons rattling, half-dead corpses groaning, dressed in various armours and robes. One of them noticed her and pointed. The others all turned to her, and began shambling towards her, gripping their weapons tightly.

Then one charged forwards, a rusted axe raised. At the same time, a row of mages in the backlines fired upon her. She backstepped away from the axe wielder and rolled under the barrage of spells from the mages. With a flick of her wand, the skeleton with the axe was blasted to a pile of bones. But a dozen or so more skeletons charged towards her.

They were fighting as an army would. Whoever or whatever had brought them back to life was smarter than she realized. But she'd fought armies before.

With a wave of her wand and a cry of "Catena Fulgur!", a spark of lightning bounced between 7 of them, turning them to dust.

The witch sent three more arcane arrows ricocheting through the army of undead. The mages in the backline had to sidestep the spells to stop them getting hit.

Lynn pointed her wand at the floor as a dozen skeletons charged at her "Glacias Trabem!" The ice froze the floor and the skeletons all fell, creating a pile of mismatched bones. Were this not a fight, Lynn would have laughed at the sheer cartoonism of the display.

The skeleton's numbers were thinning out.

Lynn sent out five curses to the sturdier looking among them. The weakening symbols burned into their armours, exposing their weaknesses. With five well-placed blasts of arcane magic, they were felled. A skeleton lunged at Lynn. She dodged to the left and let loose an ice spell, turning it into a frozen statue that shattered as she pushed it over.

Now for the annoying backline mages. Lynn smirked as she raised her wand and began sending out fire arrows towards them. Then she finally lowered her wand as the last skeleton toppled, dead.

She moved onwards through the tunnels, wondering. How old was that wizard? More pointedly, how long had the evil in this place gathered strength? Maybe she was in over her head, but she didn't care; she had a job to do.

She came to a huge, cavernous chamber. Big enough to fit all of Bluegrass in. Within the center of the room was a huge mass of flesh and scales. She tentatively approached, wondering what this could be.

That's when the mass of flesh and scales started to move, and Lynn's mouth dropped. It was undoubtedly a dragon. An undead one. It opened it's eyes and looked directly at her.

Thinking fast, Lynn conjured her trusty broomstick and took off upwards. The dragon's roar, followed by the wash of sudden heat, told Lynn she'd made the right choice. She flew directly upwards before turning around. The dragon remained on the ground; perhaps it had forgotten how to fly, or maybe it's wings had decayed too much. Lynn was grateful either way.

Another roar and stream of fire that Lynn dodged, this time with a loop mid-air. An idea formed in her mind, and Lynn sped through the chamber, forcing the dragon to follow after her with it's fire breath. She could feel the warmth at her back, and hoped that it didn't hit her broom.

The dragon roared at her loudly, but she was unshaken. A huge ball of fire suddenly shot from it's mouth, but Lynn was able to dodge it with a burst of speed downwards. 

Three blasts of fire. Three movements to dodge them; a burst of speed left, a loop in mid-air, and a barrel roll. 

She noticed the dragon starting to tire. The blasts of fire were becoming shorter. She supposed it hadn't been in a fight like this in centuries, if at all.

The dragon suddenly hung it's head, catching it's breath. Seizing her chance like a cute guy on a beach, the witch dove, the wind whistling in her ears and the air hitting her face. At the last second, she pulled up and leapt.

As planned, Lynn landed on the dragons back. Before it could attempt to throw her off-before it even realized she was there-she began to circle her wand above her head and shouted at the top of her lungs "Arcane Furor Tempestatis!" 

A huge purple energy field engulfed Lynn and the dragon, and the creature roared in agony as it was made the epicentre of more arcane power than any singular being could possibly withstand. The pain swamped Lynn's figure too, but she kept up the motions of her arm, waving her wand as through she were about to throw a lasso, knowing she'd only have to keep it up for a few more seconds.

The dragon slumped over and Lynn stopped the spell, jumping onto her broom and landing in front of the dragon, ready to continue the fight if she needed to, despite the burning agony in her veins. But it made no movements. No sounds except the rustling of it's corpse.

That was when Lynn noticed it's scales healing. It's eyes opened again, and Lynn bent her knees, ready to kick off into the air-

"You... are worthy..." the dragon wheezed.

Lynn paused, but still prepared to take off, incase this was a distraction "Worthy of what?"

"For thousands of years I have lain here dormant at his command... waiting for someone able to defeat me... and him..." The dragon continued "The archpriest... The lich... He was once my best friend. Now he is a power-hungry despot, keeping everyone here leashed to this false imitation of life... Kill him, and we can finally die... If you promise to kill him, I will grant you 2 spells, learned through centuries of meditation here."

Lynn raised an eyebrow "Why don't you kill him yourself?"

"Because he tied both mine and his soul to the same phylactery... I cannot destroy it. But you can."

"...I promise to kill him, and destroy the phylactery."

The dragon sighed gratefully "What spells do you wish to learn?"

"Hmm..." Lynn pondered. Her first thought was of a spell to give herself a huge hermaphrodite penis, but she knew she'd scarcely use it. Plus it might scare some guys away from her. Then her mind turned to  a memory of a foxgirl. A foxgirl guys couldn't seem to take their eyes off of. She smiled as her first wish escaped her "Could you give me a spell that let me transform into a kitsune?"

"I cannot grant you the magic of the kitsunes, only their form." The dragon replied.

Lynn answered "I only want their form. Or the ability to turn into their form."

"Very well. What is your second spell wish?"

Lynn had her answer ready this time. "A spell I can use to obliterate my enemies and make them understand that I'm the wrong person to pick a fight with."

"I can grant you such a spell. It is used by dragons when we are rendered unable to use our fire breath. It is a powerful spell, though. Are you sure you can handle it?"

"I was able to defeat you, wasn't I?"

"You speak no lies. Very well."

The dragon lifted it's head upwards and Lynn felt the rush of magic through her. Of a power that she hadn't yet felt the scalding touch of. Lynn's scream of pain was forced from her; the blood in her veins felt as if it were boiling her from inside. But then the pain stopped. 

The dragon spoke once more "I think... I would like to rest, now... I hope you can make it a permanent sleep..." then the dragon closed it's eyes and the deep rumble of snoring made the floor tremble slightly.

Lynn continued onward through the cave. Deeper and deeper. Her wand remained in her hand, and she was struggling slightly to focus on the path before her.

She came to another cavernous chamber. In the centre was an alter, with somebody stood in front of it, reading a book. The archpriest, no doubt. Lynn walked forwards, her footsteps echoing slightly.

His voice, clear as crystal, sounded out "So... you've come. Just as I suspected somebody would." He closed his book shut with a snap and turned around to face her. "You don't need to be my enemy, you know. If you join me, you could-"

"Save it. I've no interest in whatever horseshit you're trying to peddle." Lynn spat at him.

"So be it." The archpriest pointed his scepter at Lynn and fired a blast of force that knocked her back "You will answer for your arrogance!"

Lynn retaliated with an arcane arrow, but it simply bounced off of him like rubber. The smugly smiling archpriest floated from the ground, his hands behind his back and his scepter floating at his side. 

Meanwhile, another army of skeletons were rising up from the ground. But Lynn noticed that none of them were armed, or armoured. They were all black as shadows, and there seemed to be some kind of smoke drifting from them towards the archpriest.

Lynn worked fast. The skeletons may not have been a threat, but she knew that leaving them alive was a bad idea. Volley after volley of arcane arrows flew into the black skeleton army, bouncing between them and lighting up the spaces between them purple.

Meanwhile, the archpriest was too busy trying to resurrect the skeletons to fire spells at Lynn. They were locked into a stalemate. Something, Lynn knew, had to change.

Her next spell sent a blast of lightning right at the archpriest, and he reacted on instinct-floating downward rapidly to avoid it. Lynn seized her chance to repeat the spell-chaining a barrage of lightning throughout the skeleton army. The archpriest sent a burst of fire directly at the witch, but Lynn was able to dive out of the way. Lynn's next spell was a rain of icicles that pierced through many of the skeletons, destroying them. The smoke drifting from them was getting thinner.

The archpriest conjured another fireball, bigger than the last one. Lynn hopped onto her broom and took off straight upwards, the heat washing over her back. Once she'd landed, she answered in kind, charging her broomstick with volatile energy and throwing it into the remaining skeletons. 

The explosion was enough to engulf the room with arcane energy, but Lynn was unaffected. She knew a thing or two about basic safety with magic, after all. She cleared the smoke out with a blast of force and glared at her foe.

The archpriests's entire shield began glowing bright golden. Lynn's memory was cast back to a game that featured that very same gold glow, used to indicate a weak spot to shoot. "This... this isn't possible!" 

It was Lynn's turn to smile smugly; "Apparently, it is."

Lynn pointed her wand forth but said no words. The new spell she'd learned from the dragon welled up inside her before she let it loose: a blazing hot beam of solid fire that stuck to the archpriest before exploding in a chain reaction. The shield was burst like a huge pimple and the archpriest was stunned. Staggered.

Concentrating with all that she could, Lynn let loose a torrent of arcane energy. The archpriest matched her spell with a beam of his own, but his eyes went wide with unbridled fear as he realized how outmatched he truly was without his minions to draw power from. Lynn forced her hand forwards and the magical energy overwhelmed his own spell and hit him directly. The scepter fell to the ground, along with it's now-dead owner.

The stumbling, screaming archpriest's remains collapsed into dust. Lynn walked over to the pile, then stomped on it as a final insult. Then she grabbed the porcelain vase he was using as his phylactery and threw it into the air, shooting it with an arcane arrow. The broken pieces trained onto the floor with a pleasant tinkling sound. She then picked up his scepter and started heading back the way she came.

On the walk back, Lynn noticed the dragon's still-intact corpse, curled up as if still sleeping. But no deep rumbling emanated from him. Lynn took a moment to place a hand on his snout and thank him for his gifts, and wished him peace. Eventually, she came to the first chamber, where the wizard still sat.
"He's dead, and his phylactery is in pieces. You can rest now." Lynn told him gently.

The wizard nodded "Well done, Lynn... Now I can accept Messorem's embrace... May you be blessed with new battles."

Lynn returned the nod, and a second later he slumped over in his chair, his withered body turning to dust. 

The witch staggered out of the cave, panting heavily. "It's done... and so am I... Phew..." She bent over, exhausted. "Wakeeda... you owe me big time for that..."

Be Careful What You Witch For

Lynn Laurance is my OC.

Akiko Yukikaze belongs to Powerblade3.

Tags: nsfw, kitsune, witch, rape, gangbang, action, beastmen, karma

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How had they gotten into this mess?

Lynn had taken on her kitsune form, tied up with Akiko. A strong bull was pushing them along a dark, dank corridor. She looked at the other foxgirl for a brief moment before they were roughly pushed along. 

They came to a wooden door that the bull shoved them through. At once, the room fell silent of chatter. It was full of beatmen of all kinds; horses, tigers, wolves, bucks... more than Lynn could see, let alone name. 

One particularly tall horse, dressed in heavy plate armour, walked over to them. He gripped Akiko under the chin, studying her. He walked around her, taking in her breasts, ass, and many tails. Then he did the same thing with Lynn, adding in a smack that Lynn barely contained a moan from.

The horse smirked "Yeah... These sluts will make perfect cocksleeves!"

Lynn spat in his face. "Not a chance in hell. You get one chance to untie us and surrender."

"Ooh, or what? You gonna dazzle us with foxgirl sluttiness?" The horse asked.

The crowd of beastmen laughed at the joke. Lynn felt her blood running hot.

"Hehe... Break 'em." the horse instructed, turning around and going into the next room along.

Instantly, a dozen hands were on the girls, ripping their clothes off roughly, forcing them to their knees. 

"Come on, I just bought that!" Lynn cried indignantly as her camisole was ripped away.

A thick barbed cock was forced into her mouth in answer. It's owner told her "You won't be needin' it anymore, honey. Now start suckin'!"

Lynn's mouth was overwhelmed with the taste; as if it's owner hadn't bathed for days at least. She almost gagged as it was pushed down her throat, but her squirms were put to an end by the half a dozen other hands holding her arms and legs in place. She was pulled to her feet, bent over, and squealed as someone slapped her pussy hard enough to sting.

"Look at this slut! Already getting wet! Well, let's not deny her...~"

A pair of muscular hands forcefully spread her asscheeks apart, and Lynn almost screamed in pleasure as a thick horse flare pushed past her nether lips. The intruder pushed deeper, her pussy stretching wide to accommodate it. The cock in her mouth also pushed deeper, her chin being met by the feline's ballsack. 

"Gllk!" the noise from Lynn's bulging throat was hardly sexy, but the men took it as a sign to start fucking her from both ends. The horse lifted her up by the  legs, leaving her sandwiched between the two men.

Lynn's toes curled tightly as she was pounded hard, her nose full of the catcock's stench. Akiko's moans reached her from the other side of the room before being muffled by another dick. Lynn felt the horse smack her ass and squealed, making the feline moan. 

"Unnnnnffffff!" The cat pounding her throat suddenly grunted, followed by Lynn's mouth filling with salty cum. The cum spilled out of Lynn's mouth as she coughed through the moans. She realized that the horse had pulled out of her.

"Arms are gettin' tired. Help me place 'er over 'ere."

She found herself roughly placed on a table and turned over, onto her back. But her reprieve lasted only a few seconds before she found another cock, this one a canine red rocket, pushing between her lips. At the same time, the horse pushed into her cunny again, roughly squeezing her right tit.

"Uhhhn... much better... always been more of a tits guy..."

The horse began speeding up, stretching Lynn's cunny wide. She could feel the pleasure overwhelming her, and knew resisting it would just delay the inevitable.

"Mmmmph!" Lynn's scream of pleasure was muffled by the thick knot in her mouth as she came.

"Ha! Look at this slut! She's cumming her brains out!" The muscular wolf purred, gripping the side of Lynn's head, forcing his knot as far as it could fit. Lynn could then feel the wolfcock pulsing as it shot it's seed down her throat and into her stomach.

"This bitch ain't far behind!" A lion growled, pounding Akiko's ass.

The horse grunted aloud, and Lynn felt her cunny being stretched open as he pushed all the way into her, emptying his balls straight into her womb. She silently thanked the Gods she wasn't able to bear kids. 

However, as soon as the horse pulled out, a large bear replaced him, pushing into Lynn with little care for her pleasure. Lynn's toes curled tightly at the odd shape her pussy wrapped around as he began to fuck her.

"Okay, sluts! Let's see a bit of lesbian action!"

Lynn suddenly found her moaning mouth pressed against Akiko's as they were both fucked. The witch could taste the cum on Akiko's lips and breath. Her tongue touched the kitsune's, and Akiko responded in kind. The two moaned in tandem as they were fucked by their captors.

Then the two women found a huge, bulbous cock pressed between their mouths. It tasted slightly of fish, which was fitting, belonging to a crocodile.

"Ca'mon, ya sheilas. One of ya is gettin' this up ya arse. Do a good job and it might not be ya~"

Akiko and Lynn both set to work-letting their tongues lick at the sides of the crocodile's cock while they were fucked from behind. The witch made sure to touch Akiko's tongue as much as she could, double-teaming the crocodile's thick meat.

Lynn felt the ursine cock inside her thrust deeply, then cum, adding it's load to the 4 loads already there. Lynn moaned aloud, which stopped her licking of the crocodile's cock.

"Well, I guess tha' settles oo's gettin' this up their arse~"

Lynn made an effort to contain how excited the thought made her as Akiko was pulled with a yelp into a mass of fur and scales. Meanwhile, Lynn was bent over another table, her legs forcefully spread apart.

The witch screamed aloud as the crocodile's thick cock was forced into her asshole. She almost came on the spot, but he gave her no mercy-grabbing hold of her tail and roughly fucking her backdoor. It didn't take long for another orgasm to rip through her body.

After a few minutes of getting her backdoor reamed-during which time she came again-the crocodile's cum filled her ass and he pulled out of her, leaving a gaping hole. But, still not done, she was pulled back into the huge gangbang at the centre of the room, her lips met with a huge cock that tasted a bit like beef...

However, something was undeniable. One by one, the beastmen rapists were starting to tire out. The foxgirls, however, still kept going strong. Knots, barbs, flares and more filled their holes, but to no effect.

"More... more...~" was Lynn's only word as the supply of dicks to drain began to dry up.

"Go tell the boss... he's gonna have to break 'em in himself..." The muscular wolf told a lion, after filling Lynn's pussy with his knot for the 4th time.

The lion headed to the boss' room, and the horse came out, looking eager as he marched towards them "Looks to me that you two bitches are gonna hafta learn what stamina really looks like..."

Lynn and Akiko nodded at each other, then broke their ropes with ease. The rapists, struck with the horrid realization they could have gotten free at any time, trampled over each other trying to leave. One or two shouted from the immense pain of a cramp.

"Ha-ha! 'These sluts will make perfect cocksleeves!'" Lynn laughed maliciously "Bitch, you THOUGHT!"

The leader swung at Lynn, but she dodged it and kicked him in the chin, knocking him backwards. A follow-up palm strike from Akiko and the horse was knocked flat on his ass. Before he could get up, Lynn had already grabbed her wand and pointed it square at him.

He raised his hands to his head almost at once "Hey, hey. There's no need to kill me, sweetie."

"I never said anything about killing you. Get up." The witch ordered.

The horse did so, his hands still visible. Lynn drew her wand in a full circle, creating a bright red hole. Then, with a wave of her wand, the hole dove onto the horses' thick cock. It vanished from view completely.

"You wanna fuck women?" Lynn asked, continuing before he could answer "Well, you're gonna fuck a LOT of women~"

"Whu the fuck have you-AHHHHHHHN!" The horse's question was interrupted by a scream. "Fuuuuck! Get it o-oooooooooohhhhh!"

Lynn turned to Akiko "Let's go, sexy. We're done here."

"ARRRRGGGGGHHHH! It's so HOT! It's gonna burn mah fuckin' dick off!" The horse cried out in agony, trying desperately to pry the hole off.

"Not my problem." Lynn answered shortly. Without another word, she turned around and walked out.

As they headed for the exit, the bull from earlier barred their path, crossing his arms and shaking his head.

Lynn spoke first "Your boss is indisposed. Get out of our way, or you'll suffer the same fate he is."

Akiko growled under her breath "I bet he loved watching us getting raped. Just hit him."

The bull's deep, gravelly voice answered them "I have no interest in women, so not really. I just do whatever the hell I get paid to do. And I get paid to keep the prisoners here."

The foxgirls looked at each other. Lynn handed him a small bag of gold "Is this enough pay to make you reconsider your employers?"

"...that it is. I'll go see if Asmana's Queen needs a city guard." The bull left without another word.

"What did you do? To the leader, I mean." Akiko asked as they stepped outside.

"I teleported his dick to Hell. Specifically, the Waters of Lust." Lynn smirked, enjoying the feeling of the sunlight "Those succubi are going to have a lot of fun with him~"

After getting their payment from Wakeeda in the form of potions-and their clothing fixed-the two foxgirls headed to Lapvale and talked over a lovely steak each. Another successful job completed, and another page to add to the growing stories of both the witch's and the kitsune's lives.

Scaredy Cat

"It's only when we're alone, scared, and vulnerable that we see either the best sides of others, or the worst."

Jamie and Tina are my OCs.

Maya belongs top DarkShadowMD.

Extra tags: m/f, feline, virgin, nymph, shy_male, nursing_handjob, breast_worship, missionary, cum_in_mouth

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Diamond Forest in Gallidorf. It was given it's name on account of the various colors the flora displayed: ranging from bright greens, to pinks, whites and blues. The last three were far more prominent. The leaves shone with the sun, and the trees twisted and turned in unnatural ways, creating a picture of unique beauty.

A male feline stumbled through the forest; almost entirely black fur covered with a black shirt, dark grey pants and fur shoes. His pink nose sprouted a mere few whiskers. His mouth moved, repeating the same words over and over, as if they were protecting him: "Just keep going, Jamie... Just keep going..."

Jamie was looking around wildly, yellow eyes darting from side to side. He was searching for vantage points as much as potential dangers. Every one of his hairs was standing on end with terror, and his ears were pricked. He'd gotten separated from Miss Tina, his protector. His guardian. Without her, he felt lost. Helpless. 

He didn't know what to do, where to go, which berries were safe to eat, what animals he could successfully hunt. And his mind kept casting him back to his old life as a slave-he was finding it hard to focus on the present without her gentle words. Her cradling arms. Unless he found her again... well, he didn't want to think about that.

Jamie suddenly got a strong smell of lavender. Like he'd just fallen into a patch of it. Strange. It wasn't that strong a second ago. He sniffed again and it was even stronger. But there wasn't a sign of the flowers anywhere. The feline noticed a shimmer in front of him start to become opaque-

Jamie barely saw a smidge of dark brown skin before running up the nearest tree to his left, ducking behind a bunch of leaves and surveying the person from his vantage point. It was clearly a woman; she had an arm extended to where he'd been a mere few seconds ago, but now retracted it, looking up at him.

She had dark brown skin, bright pink hair tied into a ponytail with a flower and pale blue eyes with a green oval-shaped gem between them. Although Jamie didn't know her expression, he knew that her face didn't display anger. Jamie's eyes were drawn downwards slightly-her huge breasts reminded him of Tina. She wore bracelets and anklets with flowers, and a green dress that looked like a giant leaf. Lastly, a satchel tied around her thigh and a collar with another flower.

"Are you alright, kitten?" she asked.

Jamie remained silent, ducking back behind the cluster of leaves. This woman here... what if she knew the slavers? What if she'd been hired to find him and take him back?

She spoke again "I'm sorry for scaring you, but... I was worried you might be here to hurt the forest."
Jamie shook his head side to side rapidly, but still didn't speak.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" She giggled lightly. 

Jamie was terrified. He couldn't see any trees within jumping range, this woman could turn invisible, and he was hopelessly lost anyway. He was done for.

Something about him seemed to affect the woman. "Look kitten, I know that you're lost. Loads of adventurers get lost in this forest. All the time. I can help you, I promise. Now, why don't you come down from that tree and let me help you find your way?"

This could be a trick. There was something about this woman that wasn't human. Jamie just knew it. But... if she wasn't human, then she probably didn't know the slavers. And didn't she say she was worried he'd hurt the forest? Surely slavers wouldn't be allowed in this kind of forest.

Slowly, keeping himself ready to run like hell if he needed to, Jamie climbed down the tree. The woman stepped back to allow him some space before speaking "Now, let's do this properly." She cleared her throat and placed a hand on her chest "My name's Maya, and I'm a nymph. A protector of this forest." she gestured towards him with an open hand.

"I-I-I-I'm..." Jamie stammered, looking around nervously.

Maya clapped her hands softly and they were placed in some transparent bubble. "Don't worry; it's just an invisibility bubble. Now nobody outside can see us."

Jamie nodded and took a deep breath in "My-my name's J-Jamie..."

"Jamie. That's a nice name." She smiled, sitting down, and inviting him to do the same. "Now, I'm not going to ask what's gotten you so scared, but do you have anyone? A parent or a friend?"

"My p-p-p-p-parents? I don't kn-kn-know what happened to them... I have a prot-tector. Miss Tina. She k-k-keeps me safe from... them..."

"Whoever 'they' are, I'll keep you safe until I can get you back to Miss Tina. However..."

Jamie stiffened at the word. 

Maya noticed, so she chose her words carefully "Nymphs need certain properties to perform certain kinds of magic. To perform a spell to teleport to her, I'd need something of Miss Tina's. However, I can lead you to her... for a small price."

"H-ho-how much gold do you wa-wa-want? Miss Tina can p-p-p-pay you whatever you-"

"No, no, no." Maya waved aside his words "Nymphs don't need money, Jamie. I mean something of yours..."

"Bu-bu-but I don't have a-a-a-anything."

"Wrong." Maya now smiled "Unless I've horribly misjudged you, you're a guy. Which means you very much have something to pay me with~"

Jamie's mouth opened, then closed itself. Sex? With this stranger? He didn't know anything about that kind of thing. Unless he was taking, but he closed his mind to that thought-it always opened up to the horrors of his past.

"Nervous? I don't blame you. I'll let you in on something, Jamie: I love feline guys. Your soft fur, your cute little mewls, and your barbed cocks..." Maya licked her lips.

Jamie gripped his arm nervously. "B-b-b-but I d-d-don't know a-a-anyth-th-thing ab-b-bout that."

"Half the fun is learning, Jamie." Maya smiled "And I highly doubt you've never done anything of the sort. You can talk to me about that kinda stuff; odds are, I've done it already."

"W-w-well... There is this... th-thing that m-m-m-me and Miss T-T-T-T-Tina do quite a lo-lo-lot..." 

Jamie gripped his arm tighter-enough for it to hurt, even. "She t-t-takes me in her ar-arms and I s-s-suck her m-m-m-m-milk while she... she strokes me..."

"Oh, you mean a nursing handjob?"

"I g-g-guess?"

"Well, we'll start there, then." Her smile became warmer "Now, why don't you strip off those pants and let me see what they're hiding?"

Jamie had never shaken so much before. He was exposing himself to a complete stranger... But if it would get him back to Miss Tina...

His hands slowly slipped off each shoe. A plant grew next to him, hanging them like a rack. He placed a thumb each side of his hips before starting to slide his trousers down his legs. He wouldn't stop shaking though. Knowing what he was doing... 

Maya smiled warmly again "It's okay. You're just doing what you need to to get back to Miss Tina, right? This doesn't mean anything."

She was making sense. This didn't mean anything. Surely, when he recounted this story to Miss Tina, she wouldn't get mad at him, right?

Fueled by this thought, he took a deep breath in and pushed his trousers the rest of the way down his legs. His meat had partially come out of it's sheath due to Maya's curvaceous body and sultry voice.
"Ooh, so you like me after all!" Maya sounded ecstatic, looking directly at his shaft.

"P-p-p-please don't ma-ma-make f-f-f-f-fun of m-me..." Jamie asked. He felt close to tears.

Maya looked surprised "I wasn't making fun, Jamie! I think you're cute! And honestly? I cannot wait to feel this thing inside me... ooooh.... look at those barbs~"

She sat on the ground and stretched her legs out. "Now, come sit on my lap and suckle on my breast while I get your cock ready~"

Jamie obliged her, sitting in her lap. Maya's arms moved fast, one wrapping around his shoulders to cradle him, the other moving downwards towards his meat. 

Her palm was soft and smooth, already slowly caressing his cock. And her dainty fingers didn't squeeze too hard at all, like he'd worried. Her thumb even rotated around the tip to spread the thin veneer of pre he was leaking.

His mouth wrapped around her nipple easily. He wasn't surprised to find no milk coming from her breast as he began to suck, but the mere feeling of suckling as he was stroked... He could feel himself calming down greatly. 

"Ahh... You just twitched, hehe. I didn't think you'd enjoy this so much~"

She stroked him a little faster. The soft squelching sounds of her handjob were occasionally drowned out by Jamie's own sounds of pleasure. This felt more than just familiar. This felt comfy. Even though her breast yielded nothing for him to drink, Jamie was deeply enjoying this. He reached up and pawed for her other breast. He found it by feeling for her nipple, and began groping and squeezing it. 

Maya squealed slightly "Oooh... you're a curious one, ain'tcha? You enjoying playing with my titty? Go ahead and suck harder. I don't mind~" The nymph stroked him faster still. Her hand worked his pre down his shaft, making it far more slippery and easier to rub.

The feline could already feel his pleasure building rapidly. Before he could do more than moan onto her nipple, Jamie mewled aloud as his meat twitched with pleasure, shooting a load onto Maya's hand.

"Well, I would have preferred a little warning, but waste not~" She licked his seed from her hand, sucking it from her fingers as she gently slid his panting figure down her thighs "Mmm..."

As Jamie panted, she looked down at him with an expression he didn't recognize. Then her mouth broke into a smile. It was different to her usual smile, however. 

"Y'know, while we wait for you to recover, I'm going to give you a little lesson. I'm going to teach you how to worship a woman's breasts." Maya told him, sitting down. "Don't worry-it's not that different from suckling. Just give my breasts some love, with your fingers and mouth."

"Um..." Jamie had no idea what he was doing as he sat down. Where to start?

Maya giggled and gently took his wrist, before placing his hand upon her breast "Don't be shy. Just experiment! See what makes me moan and what doesn't."

"O...okay..." Jamie answered, swallowing.

His hands groped both of her breasts at once, for now just playing with them. He pressed them together and spread them apart, but noticed that his actions was giving her very little.

Deciding to focus on just one breast, he chose her right. His hands gently cupped her breast and ran along it between them, running up to the nipple. He heard a soft sigh of pleasure from her at the end. He gently pinched her nipple and she gave a slight squeal in answer. He pinched her other nipple to the same effect.

Knowing that he could indulge her better using his mouth, Jamie's lips closed around Maya's nipple and sucked. His free hand pinched her other nipple between his fingers as he squeezed and groped her round boob. Maya's soft hand ran through his head fur and she sighed in pleasure.

Jamie pulled back slightly, but it came free of his mouth with a pop sound. Maya squirmed with pleasure in answer. The feline repeated the treatment on the other nipple, starting to alternate between them. Sucking the nipple, pulling back until the pop, then moving to the other breast.

Jamie then had an idea. This time, he pulled her nipple while flicking it with his tongue. Her soft moan was all the confirmation he needed. He licked and sucked her breast for some time before moving onto the other boob and giving it the same treatment, until it pulled away from him with the satisfying pop sound.

"Okay... that's enough of the appetizers..." Maya told him, pushing his head away from her chest "Now onto the main course~"

Jamie's heart skipped a beat at her words. He felt as if it were in his throat.

Maya lay down and spread her legs, pulling apart the lips to her pink entrance "Just put it right here, Jamie. Make sure you get every inch inside so we can both enjoy it a lot~"

Jamie gulped. He still wasn't sure about this, but he could tell that Maya had this confidence in him for a reason. Maybe she saw something in him that he didn't. Exactly what, he wasn't sure. He gripped his hard shaft and placed the tip at her pink entrance.

"Down a bit, Jamie. I have two holes there, and you're pressing against the wrong one." Maya informed him, smiling.

Jamie readjusted the position of his tip, then placed a hand either side of her breasts. He could feel her entrance leaking juices onto him. He looked at Maya, and she nodded.

Then he pushed.

Her pussy felt amazing-tight and warm, yet rather welcoming. Jamie was surprised at how good it felt, and his hand nearly slipped. After a few seconds of pushing inside, her felt his waist meet her crotch. He looked up, into the face of the woman who'd just taken his first time.

Maya looked at him with parted lips and fluttering eyes, and whispered "Fuck me, Jamie~"

Jamie didn't trust himself to go fast-he pulled his hips back slowly, until the bottom of his head met her entrance, then he pushed back inside, inch by inch. Slowly, very slowly, he built up this deep tempo of sliding back and forth inside her.

"That's it...uhn... go at your own pace, Jamie. Ooh... No need to rush... Just relax and-ahhhn-enjoy yourself~"

Jamie kept up his slow, paced rhythm. Maya's hole was amazing, and he didn't want to waste a single second he could spend pushing into or out of it. 

The feline felt her legs crossing behind him as he pushed deeply inside again. Her hands reached up and cupped his face, looking into his eyes. He could swear that he could see small hearts in her pupils, but she blinked and they were gone.

Maya's legs clenched a little tighter around the feline, and her arms curled around his back, stroking his fur. She began to whisper sweet encouragement into his ear "That's right... just go at-uhn-whatever rhythm you like, Jamie. This is your first time, not mine-ahn. I hope you're enjoying yourself... My tight pussy... My fat tits... You certainly enjoyed my soft, dainty hand wrapped around-uuhn-your cock earlier~"

Jamie felt his pleasure building to it's peak again "I'm g-g-gonna-"

"In my mouth. I want to taste every drop~" Maya answered, ceasing her leg's grip on him.

Jamie stood up shakily, but the feeling of Maya wrapping her lips around his tip and sucking made his knees buckle and he fell to the ground. Luckily, he landed on a soft patch of grass. The nymph's tongue circled the tip, and the feline could hold back no more. His shaft let loose one, two, ropes of seed into her mouth.

"Delicious. Now, I've found out where Miss Tina is, so let's get you redressed and reunited with her~"

It didn't take long for a hopeful Jamie to pull his trousers and shoes back on. After he was dressed,Maya scooped him up in her arms. His ear was placed next to her chest-he could hear her heartbeat. Jamie mewled in answer, and was shocked to find himself... purring.

"Heh. You felines... Your body knows you're happy before you do. It's adorable~" Maya told him.
Jamie gave no answer.

"I have to ask, Jamie: don't let Miss Tina know I'm nearby." Maya told him, a little more seriously "She might try to attack me. You might know she won't do that, but I don't. Okay?"

"O-o-okay." Jamie nodded.

Maya carried him through the forest in her arms for what felt like hours, until they finally started to hear a voice: "Jamie? Where are you?" It was undoubtedly Miss Tina. Jamie had to bite his lip to stop him calling back at once, remembering what Maya told him. 

Maya put him down behind a tree and whispered "One more thing, cutie~" before he could answer, she'd pressed his lips to his mouth, leaving a slight tickling sensation "A good luck kiss for the next time you need it~" When Jamie had next blinked, she'd turned invisible again. It took him a second or two to respond to Tina's calls.

"O-over here, Miss Tina!" Jamie called back, coming out from behind the tree.

The cow warrior came into view. He ran into her arms and she embraced him tightly. "Jamie... Are you okay? You're not hurt?"

"N-no. I met a w-woman. A-a-a nymph called Maya. She he-helped me get back to you after... if..." He found his cheeks heating up.

"After what, Jamie?"

"After I gave her some of... of my "cream"."

"She raped you?" Tina looked furious.

"No-no-no! She was really n-nice!" Tina looked surprised at his words "She... did that thing where you l-l-let me suck your nipple whi-while stroking me..."

Tina blinked "She gave you a nursing handjob?"

"Y-yeah. She also tau-taught me how t-t-to... um... 'worship a woman's breasts', I th-think was wha-what she said..."

"Oh? Maybe you can practice on me sometime." Tina joked.

Jamie smiled a little "I think that-that was why she t-t-t-taught me... Then she lay dow-down and let me... let me go at my own pace... it was... was..."

Tina smirked "I can guess. Well, if she can hear me, I hope she knows I'm thankful. Now, we just need a way out of this forest."

"The-The quickest way out is to head southwest." The words rose to Jamie's throat as if they'd been waiting there. As if they'd been nesting in his mind. "Maya told me..." It wasn't a lie; he knew that Maya had placed the knowledge in his mind.

With that, the two began to leave the forest. An invisible Maya smiled to herself. She hoped that, whatever issues Jamie was facing, he could face them with a little more confidence now. She turned and headed back to the nymph colony. The others weren't going to believe this...

Red-Handed Weasel

"The best tests come to us out of the blue-when we're forced to react instead of merely act. That's when we truly show what we're made of."

Itachi is my OC.

Maka belongs to DarkShadow.

Extra tags: nsfw, maka, itachi, shinobi, panty_gag, amazon_position, multiple_orgasms, overstimulation

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Itachi crept though the hallways of Tenebras Palace. It was surreal-everything looked so otherworldly. There were brown walls with grey devices in them, lights gently pulsing in them. Above him was a bright pair of lights that illuminated the whole hallway, along with a wonderful view of the sunless, green-coloured sky above.

But the floor below, everything had looked as if it were made out of crystals. He'd never seen anything like it before. It was also a lot brighter than any other palace he'd visited, which had made his infiltration somewhat difficult. At least the sunless sky had helped with that. He still wasn't sure how it got so green.

Still, it wasn't too hard of a mission on paper: go in, grab the panties of a royalguard named "Maka", and get out. He'd done it for Trina-sensei many times over, in various locations. He was still proud of his accomplishment of stealing a thong of Queen Alexandra's, and a bonus piece of lingerie of Princess Ilyse's.

He counted the doors as he headed down the hallway, keeping his back to the wall. That was Berk's, that next one Kal's, and Trina-sensei had told him the one opposite Kal's was Maka's. He eased open her door and slipped inside.

There were posters of strong people dotting the walls, including a huge pin-up like picture of a blonde girl with short hair and very well-defined abs. There was also lots of shiny discs, and some black boxes with two white holes in each, small enough to hold. A thin but wide box hung up on the wall. The shinobi didn't recognize any of this; not that he needed to. 

Then, Itachi's eyes saw them: her drawers. He pulled open the top drawer and began searching. He rummaged through them, looking for what he wanted; Trina told him he needed lacy white lingerie. He picked up a pair, seeing if it matched the description-

The door suddenly slammed shut behind him and the room was plunged into darkness. He dropped the panties and dashed to his right, scanning the room. But all he saw was pitch black. 

"Hey there~" He heard the voice to his left, turned and saw a pair of glowing yellow eyes right next to him. He let out a yelp, but the woman grabbed him by the ankles before he could get away from her.

"Someone's a pervy little panty-grabbing thief~" she teased. Itachi felt her grope his crotch through his pants.

He pushed her away, stammering "I-I just came here to-" 

But his voice failed him as the lights in the room came back on and he saw her. Maka. Grey skin, peppered with freckles along it. Pronounced muscles rippled along her otherwise curvy figure. Her hair was a blend of pink and purple, sporting both a ponytail at the back and bangs funneled through hair decorations at the front. Three gills were marked underneath each of her eyes, along with a scar under the cheek. Her long tail swayed to and fro behind her.

She pulled down his facemask, and he felt something lacy and sweet-tasting get stuffed into his mouth. "You like my panties that much, pervert? Well, here they are~" 

With a leg sweep faster than a blink, he was suddenly on the floor, pain shooting through his back.

Before he could begin to recover, she was on top of him, forcefully pulling his shirt over his head. He tried to pull back, but all the succeeded in doing was ripping his shirt. He hadn't expected this kind of raw strength from her...

He then felt her hands gripping his trousers tightly. Deciding he'd rather have some clothes intact than none, he merely allowed her to pull them off. His undershorts were also pulled off, displaying that his cock was painfully hard; being manhandled in such a way turned him on. 

This wasn't missed by Maka, who laughed at the sight "So, you like it when pretty ladies are rough with you, human? Well, lucky for you, I'm reeeaaaally worked up right now, and I could use some relief~"

Maka gripped his ankles and pushed them forwards, placing herself atop his cock. Itachi tried to pull backwards, but Maka leaned forwards and pinned his wrists down-he felt a surge of pleasure rush through him. His cock twitched needily.

"That look in your eyes is so fucking hot, human~" Maka teased, wiggling her pussy side to side, teasing his head "The look of helplessness... Don't worry, I'll only take what I need from you..."

Then the necuratul pushed her hips down, taking his cock inside her fully. Her tongue hung out as the pleasure crashed over them both. He bit down on the panties to stop himself moaning aloud, but he couldn't stop his cock twitching inside her.

"Ahhh..." Maka moaned "Careful not to cum, human. I won't stop until I'm satisfied~"

Maka rode him hard and fast. Her tight pussy, powered by her muscular hips, slammed downwards almost painfully. Yet her pussy was so wet, there was almost no friction as she impaled herself on his cock again and again. The taste of Maka's pussy juice and sweat inside his mouth acted like a potion, making him that little bit hornier.

All of this resulted in Itachi being helplessly assaulted by the waves of pleasure. He tried to push away, but her pin was nigh-unbreakable. More than that, seeing him try to struggle underneath her seemed to have an invigorating effect in the necuratul. His cock felt so good, he felt himself involuntarily buck his hips, but it did little to help, pinned as he was.

"Ahhh! So good!" she gasped "Credit where-ahn-it's due; I wouldn't have-oooh-known you were here if I-aaaaaaahn-hadn't sniffed you out! But all hunters are-ahhhhn-entitled to their-uuuunf-prey, wouldn't you agree? Ooooh..."

The shinobi had little time to process her words; he was too concentrated on not moaning. Not giving her the satisfaction of knowing how amazing this felt... 

Maka seemed to know what he was doing. She increased her pace, slamming onto his cock with even more force, the slaps echoing around the room. Itachi felt his hips buck again, as if in answer to the increased roughness. He didn't want to cum, didn't want her to win. But it felt too good, and the shinobi quickly felt himself building up to his climax. 

He bit down on the panties harder, but as he felt the pleasure rush through him, he couldn't hold back his moan. Maka's pussy pushed fully down his cock as he came, shooting 1, 2, 3, 4 spurts of cum directly upwards into her. He could feel it leaking out of her, running down his balls... but at least it was over...

Maka breathed deeply "Very good, human... but I'm not satisfied yet~"

Wait, what did she-

Pain rushed through Itachi's cock as Maka began riding him again, answering his unfinished question. He let out a muffled yelp and flailed underneath her, but she didn't relent-merely pinning his wrists to her bedroom floor again. Her tongue hung out lustfully as her pussy milked him without mercy. 

Itachi didn't know how to get out of this at all. His legs were numb yet sore, his cock was burning, and being fucked in such a position left him feeling so defenseless. He could only bite down on the panties to stop himself moaning and hope that-

Maka suddenly moaned aloud, and her inner walls tightened almost painfully around Itachi's cock. His sensitive cock was further lubed by her pussy juices, and he could feel a second orgasm building up within his spent sack. 

Maka panted "Getting close again, pervert? Go right ahead; fill me up with what you've got!"

Itachi let loose his second orgasm-two measly spurts of cum shot into her pussy. Exhausted, his hips dropped to the floor. He felt his breathe come in pants through the panties still in his mouth, and through the nostrils that stung with the scent of sweat. His only thoughts were silent prayers: Please let her be satisfied with this...

"Such a good human..." she gently petted his cheek. "Now, I have a few royalguard duties to attend to. Feel free to stay, if you wanna go for another round~" she giggled and headed out, leaving the door open a crack.

After catching his breath, he began making his way out, her panties still stuffed into his mouth. He pulled them out after checking that the coast was clear and took a look-wait a second. Lacy white lingerie. Just like Trina-sensei had described to him...

Smiling that he'd succeeded in the mission anyway, he pocketed the panties and began to sneak out of Tenebras, his fingers tightly crossed that no other guards would spot him.