“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
“Hmm…” she hummed, her irritation seeming to melt away as she considered my request for examples of the roleplaying she’d be into. ”When I say ‘almost any’, I truly mean this…” As her words trailed off, however, a devilish smile grew on her lips. “Though, there was this one thing that was fairly popular among some of the women of my barracks. It was a scenario known as ‘The Queen and her Servant’.” “Aw, that sounds kind of wholesome. Like, it's about a queen and her servant having a secret affair or something?” “That’s one of doing it… The other more common version is when the one playing the role of queen takes the handmaid by force… However, if we were to try this, depending on our roles, it would either be called ‘The Queen and her Servant” or “The King and his Servant”. I blinked at her in surprise, mouth slightly ajar at the way things had jumped to the darker end of the wholesome spectrum. “Does such a thing intrigue you?” All hints of her earlier disgruntlement had vanished,
The warden and I stepped out from the portal and onto a stone platform situated at one of the corners of a four-way intersection of wide, dusty roads. Three weathered buildings made of wood stood at the three other corners of the crossroads. Two of these structures were squat, stubborn-looking things that’d had most of their blue paint stripped away by time and neglect. Both were identical in architecture, with the exception of the lettering on the signs nailed over their doors. One read: ‘Hiata Crossroads General Store’; the other reading: ‘Hiata Crossroads Jail’. I only made passing mental notes of these buildings, though, as I could hear hearty laughter coming from the third and final establishment. Its sign revealed it to be an inn. Like the jail and store, it had a wood exterior that looked as though a passing touch would give you a handful of splinters. But, unlike the first two structures, it had two floors, and all its windows were lit. Three grizzled men barked rough la
Mugs of booze in front of each of them, the three men sitting at the table on the inn’s porch stared at the warden and I as we walked by along the road leading out of Hiata crossroads. The lanterns fixed to the beams supporting the porch roof illuminated the aggressively drunk expressions of the two orcs and the blue-skinned primal in dancing firelight. Words a slurred mess, the orc without the scar sneered at us. “Yeah! Oi, miss! You’ve got a badge of the Myrian Guard! You must be his keeper then. Why innit he on a leash?! It’s dangerous to let wild animals roam about!” The warden’s jaw clenched but she didn’t spare them a glance as we continued on our way. I followed her lead and kept my mouth shut, turning my eyes forward to look at nothing but the road ahead stretching off into the night. A third voice from the table spoke, meaning it belonged the blue-skinned primal, as he was the only one I hadn’t heard yet. “You’re quite right, Orik. It’s dangerous to let an outworlder
The night sky was filled with stars, bright and countless. Nearing the end of its path, the crescent moon approached the horizon. It only offered a faint light by which to see my surroundings as the warden and I walked the dusty road leading to the Forest of Embers. It’d been a little over an hour since leaving Hiata Crossroads, and during that time, I’d nervously stewed in the silence between us. “Stop,” she said sternly. Gritty earth ground beneath my boots as I halted and turned to her. It was difficult to make out her expression in the near darkness, so I kept my mouth shut and waited for her to say something. She looked around, seeming to use the nightvision granted to her as a shadow primal to take in our surroundings before turning to face me. “That was foolish, fighting those men!” she said, anger bubbling out in a low hiss. “Yeah…” I replied, guessing the time for acting like a proper ‘charge’, or at least trying to act like one, was over. “What were you thinking?