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
Pushing aside the red tapestry, I crouch walked out of the hole in the waist-high stone wall and into the temple’s main chamber. Saelia waited a few feet from where I emerged and grinned at me as I straightened. “Your plan appears to be working out quite well.” “Yeah…” I said, catching my breath and unholstering my gun. With a flick of my wrist, the cylinder snapped open. I fished out my last remaining bullets and reloaded all six chambers. From the busted down door leading to the other wing of the temple, howls of fury and terror echoed out, followed by another explosion. “Guess they got into the rooms I wasn’t hiding in.” “It seems so,” she said with an amused giggle. “So, assuming some have also fallen into the spike pit in the other room, what do you plan on doing now?” “Now, my dear shadow primal, all that’s left to do is mop up the rest.” I drew the breacher in my free hand and proceeded with Saelia to the doorway leading to the temple’s other wing. Both mine and
In the cold moonlight, the plundered village looked desaturated. With the embers of the bonfire out, the glowing forest around the settlement was the only source of warm color. Lysandra and Saelia stood back to back, their eyes darting between the six figures emerging from the surrounding buildings. I glanced nervously to my left and saw a smirking orc built like a bulldozer come to a stop about twenty feet away. Muscles bulging beneath his clay-gray skin, he held a double-sided ax, casually resting the haft against his broad shoulder. A few feet from him stood a petite woman with violet skin and reverse jointed legs. Clad in leather armor and with a quiver of arrows slung between her delicate dragonfly wings, she wielded a bow almost as tall as she was. To my right about half a basketball court away was a narrow-shouldered human with a pretty face and long, glossy hair. Not a thread of the crimson cloak covering her body moved as she stared at me through flat, glassy eyes the
Surrounded by Mark and the eight members of his harem, I stood next to Lysandra and Saelia in the center of the dilapidated, moonlit village. The steady glow of the forest seeped into the outskirts of the former settlement but wasn’t strong enough to reach further. The warden was back-to-back with Lysandra between her scarlet wings. With grim determination etched into their faces, they were in fighting stances. Fists up, both women kept their eyes moving to keep the ring of likely enemies in sight. The answer to Mark’s question of whether or not I wanted to go with him came effortlessly. However, my uncertainty at how he’d react to this answer made my core flutter with nerves. I smiled nervously at him. “Thanks, but I’m fine where I am…” He let out a deep sigh but ended up nodding. “Alright, if that’s what you really want.” My eyebrows raised in surprise. “Really?” “What?” he said, chuckling at my expression. “Did you think we’d drag you away kicking and screaming?” “Uhh… No…?”