With the conclusion of the warden’s second story, my orgasm was moments away from crashing down on me. The warden let out a low, silky laugh as my muscles tightened in a physical representation of my will struggling to keep myself from blowing my load. Her hand stopped pumping and came to rest at the base of my cock, continuing to hold my manhood firmly. “My, my… I had no idea you enjoyed being cleaned so much.” Wet from the moisture of the steam wafting off the water hissing from the surrounding showerheads, she licked her lips. With her only holding my length and no longer jerking me off, I was able to slow down and keep myself from finishing. My heart calmed, but my dick remained hard like diamonds. “What did you think of my story?” She tilted her face up to look at me through dark, horny eyes. I asked the first thing that came to mind, due to my brain still coming down from the combination of her handjob and the story itself. “Isn’t it, uh, bad for superior officers to fu
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
The warden knelt between my legs, thick steam drifting through the as she gave me a titfuck. Keeping my cock sandwiched firmly between her breasts, her upper body rocked up and down as she slid her soap covered tits up and down my manhood.The slippery friction against my cock made me feel like I was in an obscene version of heaven. “Now… Let’s continue the story,” she said. “So, this half-aviatin woman was a greater cadet like myself. But unlike most of the other cadets, this woman had been more than a little demure everytime I’d met her in our day-to-day encounters. It was this seeming innocence which drew my attention initially.” “You’re kind of immoral… Maybe a little evil, too,” I teased, my voice a little breathy from the sensation of the soapy titfuck as I tried to turn her on a bit by challenging her with a little degrading talk. “Coming from one such as you, those words hold little weight… Don’t think I haven’t noticed you have yet to call out my tease timer.” Yeah…
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
“Phone! Start a one minute tease timer!” I shouted, making myself clearly heard over the hiss of the surrounding shower heads.” The warden squealed in delight, rising as high as she could on her knees and inching back as I rose from the couch. Keeping my legs bent slightly in order to keep my cock between her tits, I grasped her shoulders and began to fuck her tits. With each pump of my hips, the warm softness of her wet tits squished against me as the upper third of my cock emerged from her cleavage. The warden had to tilt her face up towards mine, else the tip of my manhood would jab her lips or chin each time I thrusted. “Keep telling the story…” I said, my voice a low growl. Without a widening smile, she continued with breathy excitement. “After it had stripped me bare, it forced me to the ground with its powerful arms until the side of my face pressed against the grass. Then in a single powerful stroke, the golem filled my womanhood with hard, phallic stone.” I picke
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
A deep yawn came drifting out of my mouth. I followed the warden, shouldering my traveling pack as we stepped through the door leading to the stone room housing Stone Lock’s far passage. “Why’d we have to leave so early?” “The nearest far passage to the Forest of Embers is half a day’s walk before reaching the treeline, and I wish to arrive by midday so we can reach Lysandra’s home before nightfall.” Her traveling pack rustled against her back as she turned to face me, stopping next to the anchor junction. A lopsided, apologetic smile formed on her lips before she nodded to my smokey gray armor and black cloak. “The second reason is that you will need to have the outworlder symbol visible on your person. For that reason, I feel it best to avoid any potential friction by arriving at the other far passage while most people should be asleep…” Her gaze scoured my appearance before flicking up to look me in the face. “On that note… I can’t help but notice your outworlder insignia to
“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