The warm steam filling the air felt almost intoxicating. It covered the warden and I, creating beads of water which ran down our naked bodies whenever we moved. At the center of the communal showers, I sat in the middle of the couch I’d conjured. My arms rested along the top of the backrest and my legs were parted, with a beautiful shadow primal nestled against my side. Her delicate hand lay on my body less than an inch from the base of my fully erect cock. Her smug grin widened with pleased arousal as I gave her to go ahead to ‘wash’ my almost painfully hard manhood. I was going into dangerous waters, so I soothed myself with possible lies about my self-control.. She’s definitely going to start jerking me off, but I’ll wait until she’s super turned before starting her tease timer. “Now… where was I?” the warden wondered aloud. “Fuck…” I groaned at the pleasure of her fingers wrapping around my cock and the following sensation of her hand sliding up and down my soap-sli

On her knees between my legs, the warden slowly applied soap to my thighs as I relaxed on the couch in the center of the steam-filled shower room. The warden flashed me a grin before beginning her third and final story. “For the final woman… She was half-aviatin with the golden eyes of a bird of prey. Her hair was blue like that of a bird’s plumage, with feathers of the same azure color amidst her soft, gorgeous locks. Apart from this and her nails reminiscent of talons, she appeared as a petite human woman. Dirty interest flared in my core at the exotic description. Her eyes flicked from my cock to my face while she ran her hands sliding towards my knees, her back arching and chest pushing out as she did. “She stood about a head shorter than I, her cute chest small enough to fit easily in my cupped palms. Unlike her breasts, though, she had hips and an ass that appeared quite delectable in proportion to the rest of her small stature.” Her eyes flicked from my cock to my face

I scowled exaggeratedly at the warden’s comment about my expression being as obscene as the half-aviatin’s smile. My feigned indignation only lasted for a few seconds before shattering into amused laughter. “Damn, I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment!” Breasts still wrapped around my cock, the warden continued sliding her tits up and down my length. Her slow, steady pace created just enough slick pleasure to feel good, while not being too intense to push me too hard towards cumming, making the titfuck more pleasurably relaxing than anything else. “I personally think it is,” she said. “It feels almost like a challenge when you look at me with such perverse intent – one I yearn to meet. However, there may be others who view such an expression as one of a morally bankrupt pervert.” Moving a hand from the top of the couch, I ran my fingers through my wet hair before returning it to rest atop the backrest. “Well, luckily, I care way more about what you think than those

My phone’s alarm blasted to life and the warden reactively jerked away from me, causing my cock to slide out from between her breasts as she created distance. “Shut up, phone!” Immediately hopping to her feet, she stood to face me through the steam filling the air of the shower room. “Go on!” she said hurriedly, her eyes locked on mine and silently screaming at me to continue. The sound of the alarm cut off at her command. I gulped, my feet suddenly feeling cold despite the heat of the steamy communal showers. My eyes shifted away from the intensity of her gaze, catching on the thick ropes of my seed that shone all over the glistening pale skin of her chest and neck. And as though the sight were a lifeboat in a churning sea, I escaped into lewd fun. “I… can’t believe you took a golem’s cock in your ass! You truly are talented,” I said with a joking grin. “I’m pretty jealous of that golem, though… I haven’t gotten to do anal with someone in a long time… Think I can take a stab

“As promised, I applied the runes to your gun.” The warden pulled out the weapon and presented it to me. The wood handle was unchanged, as was the cylinder, but along the thick barrel there were now black runes etched in elegant sweeping lines and curves. They stood out clearly against the white metal of the gun; an example of the contrast that was such a big part of the shadow divine aspect. I accepted the firearm and admired her work. “It’s amazing… thank you.” Gratitude colored my expression as I turned my face to her. She smiled warmly at me. “You are most welcome… But I have something else for you as well.” After rummaging once more in the bag, she produced a black leather glove. “What is it?” I asked, putting away the gun in a holster at my hip I’d conjured and fixed to my belt earlier. “The runes I etched in the gun require shadow spirit to function, but since you don’t have any of your own, I purchased this during our visit to Port Marine.” Raising the glove to gi