Saelia stepped forward through the warm bathing pool towards me while I sat on the submerged bench. Her pale fingers found my manhood beneath the water as she dipped her face into the water like she was bobbing for apples. In the next instant, her lips met the head of my cock and she began to take me into her mouth. “Hmm…” I sighed with pleasure as my manhood sank into such a warm, inviting place. Pausing for a moment when my tip hit the back of her throat, she pushed it through to accept the rest of my length. After holding it in her down to the base, she slowly pulled her head back until my dick slid free from between her lips. As she straightened, I saw the glowing shape of her newly formed spirit cock just below the water’s surface. “Not that I’m complaining… but do you two have to take my dick into your mouth every time you want to use the spectra rings?” Salia giggled. “For most spectra rings, no… But I thought it would be fun to buy the kind where you did.” She gestured
Kneeling in front of me, Lysandra paused the handjob she was giving me and frowned. Her blazing eyes narrowed as she turned her head to look at the warden over her shoulder. Hands on the angelic woman’s wide hips, Saelia had the entirety of her spirit cock buried in another woman’s ass. Despite being frustrated moments ago about Lysandra having her sexual sensitivity dulled to a point that she barely felt the warden fucking her from behind, a coy smile curled Saelia’s lips. “You see, Bryan, Lysandra is very physically powerful, so I can’t dominate her through force like she can with me. I need to use words…” she said. I stared at the shadow primal, lewdly curious about what ‘important lesson’ she had in mind. Her snowy hands slid up Lysandra’s body before gripping the base of her wings. Resting her snowy forearms on the other woman’s powerful back, she leaned on the demi-empyrean. The warden peered at the other woman from between her wings as she looked back at her from over he
Over the conversation about the addiction she’d developed to my seed, the angelic woman’s face had gone tomato red. Kneeling between my legs on one of the bathing pool’s submerged benches, her eyes burned like molten gold as she looked over her shoulder at Saelia. The warden returned her stare with a warm smile. Standing behind her, she was leaning against the other woman, resting her forearms on the other woman’s powerful back. Her spirit cock was still buried down to the base in the angelic woman’s ass. Lysandra bit her lip at Saelia’s question about whether or not she still liked having her addiction to the passion of those who resonated with her used against her as a kind of teasing during sex. The memory of how the warden used to do the same thing decades ago when she’d been addicted to the shadow primal’s nectar sent a ripple of horny nostalgia through her expression. “I still feel this way… It is exciting during sex and play,” Lysandra said quietly in a voice thick with aro
Arms hooked up and under her thighs, I sat on the bathing pool’s ledge and held the warden against me. With her back firmly against my chest, my hold on her kept her legs spread as wide as they could stretch. Just below her, my stiff length stood, eager and ready. A couple of feet away, Lysandra stood in the warm waters of the magical hot tub. Her wings rustled impatiently as she stared at the warden’s pussy with undisguised hunger. I settled my chin on Saelia’s shoulder and smiled innocently at the angelic woman. “I really, really want to do my part in making sure you get a satisfying meal… Does this help?” I parted my knees to make room for the demi-empyrean. “Very much so,” Lysandra purred as she knelt between my legs on the submerged bench. Resting her smooth forearms on my thighs, she leaned forward until her lips were inches from the warden’s pale pussy. “More than you know.” “Y-yes… This is clearly just to help things move along. It’s okay if the tease timers are on cooldow
Sitting on the bathing pool’s ledge, I grinned wolfishly down at Lysandra. My cock pulsed with intense, phantom sensations of pleasure and I was near my limit. Mind-numbing lust colored the angelic woman’s expression. Knees on the submerged bench, she knelt between my legs, her hands gripping my thighs desperately. Back arched and tits bouncing, she panted in time with the thrusts of Saelia’s spirit cock pounding into her from behind. The warm, yellow flames of Lysandra’s protective Paladin magic steadily appeared at each point of contact between the three of us, reinforcing my and Saelia’s relatively delicate bodies. Hands moving to her damp, auburn hair, I grabbed both sides of Lysandra’s head. Grinning with teeth, Saelia watched what I was doing from between the angelic woman’s parted wings. “Are you ready to feed her?” “Just about–” My words cut off in surprise as one of Saelia’s hands darted from Lysandra’s hips. Leaning forward she put it against the back of the other
Saelia, Lysandra, and I stood in the treeline at the edge of the forest clearing containing the rundown temple. In the soft, orange glow of the flame grass surrounding it, the vandalized stone structure looked like a miniature cathedral lit by a placid lake of lava in the predawn darkness. It was finally time to carry out the first phase of my plan to exterminate the flame krolls, and my palms were sweaty in my gloves as I pushed down nervous anticipation. I dismissed my outworlder cloak, worried it might get in the way, revealing the dark leather of my dune stalker armor, my holstered gun, and the sheathed breacher. After checking myself one last time to make sure I was ready to go, I took a calming breath. “Alright, wish me luck.” Saelia gently grabbed my elbow. “What?” I asked, turning to face the fussy shadow primal. “Take this.” She reached into her long, black coat and pulled out a somatonic. “I’ll keep the other one, but I want you to take this one in case someth
After climbing through the window into the temple, the soles of my boots sank into the carpet when I lowered myself into the dimly lit chamber. I unsheathed the breacher, its blade whispering against the leather as I drew it. Creeping through the weak, flickering light of the sun shards hanging from the temple’s vaulted ceiling, I approached a flame kroll passed out on a nearby couch. The goblin-lookin’ monster lay on its back. Curled in its arm, it affectionately held a club almost as big as it was against its side. Snoring, its breath wafted up to me in deep, snorting exhalations. Scowling at the stench of what I could only describe as ‘a burning pile of hair and tires’, my gloved hand clamped over its mouth and drove the dagger through its heart. “Mph–!” The monster stiffened, eyes bulging as the knife impaled it. Seconds later its body went slack, dying with only a muffled gasp of pain against my palm. I pulled the breacher free and moved to a nearby armchair. In it, anot
Hiding in the treeline, I peeked around a tree next to the road leading to the temple and peered into the village that’d been overtaken by flame krolls. In the fading light of twilight, the bonfire at the center of the ransacked town burned brightly. Around it, about twenty flame krolls and their chief impatiently waited. Snapping and snarling at one another, they gnashed their jagged, pointed teeth. Their blood-red faces were etched with savage expressions of ravenous hunger. Each in various thread-bare clothing ranging from large tunics to poorly-sewn animal skins, their small bodies shifted restlessly as their impatience grew. From the double doors of a squat, wooden building about the size of a three-bedroom house, a flame kroll wearing a blood-stained potato sack as a dress emerged. It dragged behind it a cart piled high with arms, legs, and meat. The wooden wheels of its wagon squealed and groaned as the goblinoid creature hurriedly pulled the gory load to its chief. My s