I'm dating a super hot dragon! (closed)

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Sarduriin

With a growl, Sarduriin picks up the princess over his shoulder and carries her over to the bed, setting her down on her back as gently as can be. But instead of taking her right away, he leaned down and spread her legs, his face inching closer to the red curls that framed her dripping pussy. Inhaling the scent of her arousal, he growled again and pulled her legs as far apart as they could go before he gave her slit a long lick. Then, his tongue changed to that of a dragon, which he slowly began to probe her entrance with as if it were a cock; it was nearly as long as his actual member but much more flexible and able to reach so much more.

 

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Katrina

Kat lets out a throaty moan as Sarduriin's big and flexible tongue finds her most sensitive spots, her hips undulating wantonly against her lover's licking tongue she can feel her arousal growing with each passing second, the ache between her legs building to an unbearable crescendo. But even as the pleasure mounts, Sarduriin is reluctant to grant her the satisfaction. He want to see her fully unravel when she peaked.

In a display of dominance, Sarduriin suddenly grasps Kat’s stiff, throbbing nipples between his fingers, twisting and tugging at the tender buds with punishing force.

Kat cries out in intense pleasure, her back arching as bolts of sensation, half agony and half rapture, shoot through her nerves. Her fingers clutching at the bed covers for support. “Nngh, you... you bastard...” Kat pants harshly, her cheeks flushed and eyes wild as she grinds her hips against Sarfuriin’s licking tongue. But Kat pleasure only grows more intense as Sarduriin shows no mercy, by using his flexable tongue deep inside her pussy to lick at her most sensitive spots.

Kat body writhing and undulating as her passion peaked. Her molten core clenches and throbs around his plunging tongue. Throwing her head back in ecstasy, she cries out as sparks of electric bliss ignite behind her eyes, her cunt throbbing almost violently as she cums hard.

“Oh…. By the 9 hells” Kat gasped in love with Sarduriin’s tongue. Now she wanted his cock. She needed to be stretched and filled by Sarduriin gigantic fuckstick.

 

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Tolme
Tolme and Sir Brandon journeyed for a few hours until it was just too dark to continue. They took the horses off the road and set a small camp. Tolme started a small fire and prepare the evening meal, while Sir Brandon took care of the horse and set up the tent. As he returned to the fire, Tolme handed him a bowl of stew and a piece of bread.

“I can take the first watch” she told him. “I glance at the dragon book; it is very interesting. I’ll try to finish reading it while on watch.”

There was a bit of quiet as each of them tried the stew. Then Tolme asked “so tell me a bit about yourself. Where did you grow up? Any family? Girlfriend?”

 

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Sarduriin

Even after Katrina's orgasm, Sarduriin wanted to make her cum even harder. There was a spot, deep within her, that could only be reached by a long and prehensile appendage. One just like his tongue. So as he gently probed her cervix with the tip of it, he searched for the spot just below it, where her canal narrowed to a tiny channel that contained the most sensitive bundle of nerves on the human body. Once he found it, he would use it to drive her to another, earth-shattering climax.

 

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Sir Brandon

Setting down his spoon, Brandon regarded Tolme with a smile. "Well, I grew up in one of the poor districts of Winterhold. Luckily, Lord Arnsworth was, or rather still is, a kind man, treats all his subjects as equally as he can. Doesn't let the peasants starve and all that shit. He recognized something in me, a sharing of his values, a courage, and other things, and personally took me on as his squire. Several years later, I was knighted after fending off an undead that was sent to assassinate him. We never found out who was controlling it, but we have our suspicions. No girlfriend at the moment, and as for my family, the lord keeps them close, safe. They help out at the manor as best they can, but my father is not as spry as he used to be. Most of the time he and Lord Arnsworth just swap war stories and try to decide which pipe tobacco is the best. They're of an age with each other, which is probably why they're such good friends."

 

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Katrina

Katrina was expecting Sarduriin’s big cock next, instead his tongue went in her deeper. “Oh SHIT” she gasped as he was licking a spot no one else had ever reached. It felt incredible.

“Don't stop, oh by the gods, don't stop!” She wails, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her first intense orgasm. She feels his tongue relentlessly stroking her most sensitive spot, coaxing out every last drop of her essence. The pleasure is almost too much, teetering on the knife's edge of pain, but she can't bring herself to pull away. His obvious enthusiasm and skill only heighten her excitement, pushing her towards an even greater peak.

As the dragon suckle and lap at her swollen, hypersensitive flesh, Katrina's chest heave with each labored breath. Her dusky rose nipples strain against the cool air, aching for Sarduriin’s touch. Her whole body sway hypnotically with rolling undulations, a mesmerizing spectacle that increased his lust and admiration for her stunning figure. The cave echoes with her escalating moans and cries of ecstasy as the second wave builds, threatening to consume her once more in its glorious embrace.

Suddenly, Katrina's back arches almost violently, her thighs clamping around Sarduriin’s head like a vice as a second, even more devastating orgasm tears through her. This one seems to go on forever, a seemingly endless rush of sensation that leaves her gasping and twitching in his hold. Pearlescent rivulets of moisture trickle down her quivering inner thighs as her greedy sex contracts rhythmically around his probing tongue, milking out every drop of her release. Throughout it all, Katrina voice ragged and raw from the force of her screams. “Sarduriin! Yes, yes, YES! I'm coming, I'm... AHHHHH!” The cave resounds with her cries as she surrenders completely to the cataclysmic pleasure radiating out from her core, her body shuddering helplessly against his mouth as wave after wave of bliss crashes over her, threatening to drown her in sensation.

Finally, her orgasm calms down some.

“What was that? I don’t think my pussy will ever recover…” She moaned.

 

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Tolme
Tolme leaned back, eyes flickering with the memory. “My path’s not quite like yours, but I suspect we’ve arrived at similar place. I was born beneath the silver moon’s glow—a sign, they say, of magical favor. My family held a noble title, though it was more infamous than revered. Scandals, duels, whispered affairs… we were the kind of lineage people sang about in taverns, not courts.

My mother was a bard with a gift for enchantment and a taste for sex. My father, quieter, tended a crumbling keep and tried to keep the family name from falling further. I grew up scavenging scraps of spellwork—old scrolls, half-taught incantations, anything I could get my hands on. Fire magic called to me first. It was wild, honest, and didn’t care about pedigree.

Eventually, I left home and enrolled at the Conclave of Five Fires. It was supposed to be a fresh start. But I clashed with one of the senior wizards—let’s just say egos and embers don’t mix well. I left under a cloud of disgrace, both academic and personal.

With no coin and fewer allies, I drifted to Embermore. Took whatever work I could find—curse-breaking, artifact hunting, chasing half-baked prophecies. Even dabbled in a few divination rites, though I never trusted what they showed me. I thought I was keeping a low profile, staying beneath the king’s notice. Turns out, I miscalculated.”

Tolme’s voice dropped, the firelight catching a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. “And now… well, here we are.”

 

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Sarduriin

The dragon slowly withdrew his tongue inside his mouth before he disengaged it from her pussy. "That was some esoteric knowledge, skillfully applied. No one who lacks a tongue or other similar appendage to mine can give you what I have just given you. I will apply that knowledge as often as you like during your stay here...but for now, I believe you want this." Sarduriin slithered up her body without apparent movement of his limbs, which remained fully human, and nor did he suddenly sprout a tail. It seemed that he did this with a bit of magic. Regardless, he claimed her lips in a kiss the same moment he began to stretch her pussy with his cock.

 

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Sir Brandon

Brandon instinctively reached out and laid a gentle hand atop Tolme's. "You didn't miscalculate anything. You are a hero, even if you don't realize it. You saved an innocent man--man, not Naga, because we are all equal under the eyes of the Gods--and here you are. You did the right thing, and you should not feel bad about it."

 

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Katrina
“Yes, Sarduriin!” Kat sobs in ecstasy, feeling his massive, throbbing cock head pressing insistently against her swollen, dripping entrance. Her body quivers in anticipation, yearning to be filled and claimed by his impressive manhood. She looks up at him with hazy, lust-drunk eyes, taking in the raw hunger etched on his face as he leaned over her. The sight of his face, and the feeling of his power only amplifies the need pulsing between her thighs.

With agonizing slowness, he pushed forward, stretching her taut flesh around his girth as he penetrated the silken heat of her core. Kat throws her head back with a choked cry, red tresses splaying out beneath her as her body yields to the exquisite invasion. Each inch he gained draws another strangled moan from her throat, her velvet walls gripping him like a glove, slick and scorching hot. The combination of her wetness and his cock sinking into her deepest recesses is almost too much for her to bear. Pleasure explodes behind her eyelids as he hilted himself fully inside her, the tip of his manhood kissing her cervix in a burst of ecstasy that steals her breath away.

Kat clings to his broad shoulders, her nails raking down his back as she grinds herself wantonly against him, reveling in the feeling of utter fullness. Her legs wrap around his hips, locking him in place as her body adjusts to accommodate his size. She can feel every throbbing, pulsing inch of his magnificent cock stretching her exquisitely, igniting nerves she never knew existed. Gasping out his name, she rolls her hips languidly, savoring the drag of his thick shaft against her sensitive walls. “Sarduriin, you feel incredible!” she pants, “So big, so deep... ahh, I can feel you in my womb. Fill me, claim me, make me yours!” Kat's heart races as she stares up at him, a mix of trepidation and desire playing in her mind.

 

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Tolme

Brandon’s hand rested gently atop Tolme’s, warm and deliberate. She knew exactly where that path led—a gallant knight, impossibly handsome, thoughtful, tender. On any other night, she might have leaned into the flirtation, teasing him with a smirk and a challenge. But tonight, something in her resisted. Maybe it was the pace. Maybe it was the weight of her own doubts. Or maybe, deep down, she didn’t feel worthy of the comfort he offered.

She withdrew her hand.

“Sir Brandon,” she said, voice soft but firm, “your kindness means more than you know. And perhaps I’m reading too much into a simple touch—the gods know I’m drawn to you. But tonight… I think it best we keep things unspoken. No physical entanglements.”

Brandon blinked, caught off guard. Surprised by her assumption.

Tolme stood, brushing dust from her tunic. “Well, now I’m the embarrassed one,” she muttered. “I’ll tend to the horses, get their blankets on. Sleep well—I’ll wake you when it’s your watch.”

She turned without waiting for a reply, her boots crunching softly as she walked toward the animals.

The night passed without incident. At dawn, mist was heavy. They rode in silence, the rhythm of hooves and breath filling the space between them. An hour in, as the sun began to burn away the fog, Tolme spotted something in the soft soil—footprints. Many. Heavy. Uneven.

She signaled Brandon.

“Bandits,” she said, pointing toward a distant farmhouse. “I’ll circle through the trees. You take the far side. If they’re raiding, we’ll catch them in a pincer.”

Brandon nodded, and they split.

Tolme moved like shadow through the underbrush, her breath steady, her senses sharp. The farmhouse came into view—stone walls, thatched roof, smoke curling faintly from the chimney. In the corral, two plow horses lay dead, arrows jutting grotesquely from their flanks. Around the house, men crouched behind rocks and trees, weapons drawn, backs turned.

She scanned the scene. The family was likely still inside, barricaded and terrified. The bandits wouldn’t wait long—they’d torch the roof and smoke them out.

But Tolme needed certainty.

She crept toward the nearest man. In one swift motion, she clamped a hand over his mouth and pressed her dagger to his throat.

“Don’t move,” she whispered.

He froze.

She turned him, locking eyes.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, voice low and lethal.

“Raiding the farm, you stupid bitch,” he spat, far too loud, grabbing at her wrist holding the dagger.

That was all she needed. These people were evil.

Tolme’s free hand flared with heat. The firebolt erupted from her palm, punching through his chest and out his back in a burst of light and ash.

Then—shouts. Arrows.

Tolme dove behind a rock as shafts thudded into the earth around her.

“Oops,” she muttered, crouched low, pinned but alive.

 

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Sarduriin

Sarduriin slowly made love to Kat, his arms sliding beneath her shoulders as he molded himself to her, the only part of him that moved were his hips. But he plunged deep inside her with each inward thrust and hit more spots than if he'd just went ham on her.

"Fuck, Kat, you feel so damn good. You want me to breed you, don't you baby? You want the next generation of royals to be strong like me, don't you?" Due to the powers of prophecy that gold dragons had, he saw that they would fall in love over more than their shared lust and eventually get married, ruling the kingdom together. This made him smile warmly as he kept going.

 

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Sir Brandon

Brandon felt bad about letting Tolme be a distraction, but she was not an experienced cavalryman. So just as the bandits were about to strike true, everyone on the scene could hear the thunder of hoofbeats as Brandon charged at them, his shield lowered against the arrows and his sword gleaming in the sun.

He broke their ranks and sent them scattering, his sword swinging and smiting, heads and limbs and bows cleaving under the force of his blows. He doesn't hog all the glory, and Tolme did an admirable job of taking out a little less than half the bandits.

 

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Katrina

“OHHH, YES!” Kat screams in pure euphoria as Sarduriin begin to piston his hips with powerful, deep strokes. Each forceful thrust sends shockwaves of rapture ricocheting through her trembling form, his engorged manhood striking her innermost depths with unrelenting precision. She can feel every rigid vein and contour of his magnificent cock dragging deliciously against her sensitive walls, stoking the fires of her arousal with each plunge. The wet, lewd sounds of their coupling fill the cave as her sodden sex greedily devours his cock, the obscene squelching and slapping of flesh on flesh a symphony of carnal pleasure.

At the same time, Kat writhes beneath him. Jolts of electricity shoot through her pushing her hurtling toward another explosive climax. She can feel her channel spasming erratically around his pistoning shaft, gripping him like a silken vise as if trying to draw him even deeper into her grasping heat. His relentless thrusts pounding into her most vulnerable places has Kat teetering on the razor's edge of ecstasy once more, her body coiled tight and ready to shatter.

As he feels her walls beginning to flutter and clench around him frantically, he redouble his efforts, determined to drive her over the precipice into oblivion. His efforts paid off, as he feels her cumming, her convulsions are uncontrolled.

"OHHH FUCKKK" Katrina moans

 

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Tolme

Tolme had not fought with a partner in a while, and it showed. Getting pinned was a tactical error on her part. However, as fitting his role of a shinning Knight astride a white horse, Sir Brandon saved her.

“I might need to “thank” him for saving my life” She thought. His attack on the group of bandits meant she was no longer pinned by arrows.

She jumped over the small rock wall barrier and saw the faces of four angry bandits. They attacked, their swords out charging towards her.

“Fireball” she said with a smug look on her face as she cast the spell. A small spark flew from her finger and expanded to a 40-foot diameters ball of fire. The blast and flames killed the attackers instantly.

But from one side, another two bandits appeared. Being able to fight with two long daggers was a big advantage in this kind of close combat. She parried the blows aimed at her. Her rapid counter strike stabbed one of the attackers. The last one fought more carefully, but her quickness with the long daggers was too much. She caught one man’s sword hand with a blade and cut off his hand. The guy’s sword dropped to the ground and he ran off.

As she stood there, an arrow came in and hit her leg. “By the 9 hells” She cursed as she ducked behind another rock. The farm house had fired the arrow! She pulled it out of her leg and tossed it away. There was an expanding blood patch on her leg where the arrow had been.

She pulled out a potion and drank it. The bleeding stopped.

“Arrows from the farm house” She yelled to Brandon in case he had not seen what happened. “How does that saying go … Sharper than a serpent's tooth, is a thankless child." She told him as she tied a cloth strip around her leg. Her wound had not been too bad, so one strip was all that was required.

She turned towards the house again and peeked over the wall. “Hey … you folks in the house, all the bandits are dead or they ran off. My friend and I took care of them. Just wanted to check if you are all ok in there? And if you need any help?” Tolme asked.

A male voice shouted back “Everyone is ok … now get out of here” but a second female voice could be heard urging “Tell her about your father, he needs medical help”

“No” the first male voice answered.

“Hey folks … sorry to break it to you, but we can hear everything you are saying. Let us in and we might be able to help” Tolme suggested.

“NO … you’re bandits! You’re going kill us all!” The male voice countered.

“Joab, they are here to help. It is not a trick” someone said in the house.

“We can hear you, and it is not a trick” Tolme yelled back. There was quiet for a moment and then the male voice yelled

“Ok you can approach, but no weapons” Joab said

 

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Sarduriin

As intense as Kat's orgasm was, Sarduriin was not human. He had a supernatural level of control over his climax and even whether or not he would include sperm in his cum. Plus, he wanted to hear her beg for him to breed her, or at least cum inside. So he held her through her orgasm, and when he was confident she could comprehend him, he ever so slightly twisted one of her nipples and growled, "I asked you a question, Kat. Do you want me to breed you?" The entire time, he had stopped fucking her, so she would have to answer his question to get any more orgasms.

 

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Sir Brandon

"Hail, good folk! You are safe now!", Brandon shouted. "I am Sir Brandon of Winterhold, and I am at your service. Should you still insist upon our disarmament after you hear what I've to say, we shall disarm. But if our weapons are out here, then what will happen if these bandits have friends that arrive while we are inside? One of the first spoils of their dastardly attack will be the very weapons that saved you just moments ago. Are you truly willing to take such a risk?"

 

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Tolme

“Leave your weapon at the door. And the witch—she keeps her hands where I can see them.” The man’s voice was hard.

Tolme leaned close to Sir Brandon, her words a whisper. “I could launch a fireball. Everyone inside would be ash. You’d get past their arrows, cut them down like reeds. But they’re just frightened. I agree with you, let’s earn their trust instead.”

Together they approached the farmhouse. The door creaked open as Tolme laid her dirks by the threshold. Inside, the air was thick with suspicion. Five figures stood in a wary semi-circle, eyes fixed on the intruders.

At the center was an older woman, long black hair framing a face carved with worry. Her small gray eyes flicked toward the sixth figure slumped in a chair by the fire.

A young man stood rigid, bow drawn and aimed squarely at Tolme. His scar—an old swallow-shaped mark above his left eye—spoke of battles past. His gaze held no trust, only defiance.

Beside him, two girls in their late teens clutched bows, though the strings remained slack. Their beauty was matched by curiosity, eyes darting between Tolme and Brandon. The youngest, a boy of ten, wore only a dagger at his belt, his small frame tense with bravado.

Tolme broke the silence. “Introductions, then. I am Tolme Ironcrown. This is my companion, Sir Brandon.”

“He said he was a knight! A real knight” one of the girls gasped, her voice bright with awe. “And so handsome.” Brandon’s lips curved into the faintest smile.

“Yes, he’s a knight,” Tolme muttered, rolling her eyes. She gestured toward the man slumped by the fire. “That’s the one who needs help, isn’t it?”

The bowstring tightened. “If you harm him, this arrow goes straight through your pretty head,” the eldest son warned.

Tolme smirked. “Pretty, am I? Thank you.” She shrugged off her cloak, revealing her lithe figure, and crossed the room with deliberate grace. Kneeling beside the wounded man, she pulled back the blanket to reveal the gash in his side.

“The bandits struck him down,” the older woman said, hovering close.

Tolme’s eyes narrowed as she examined the wound. “No sucking sound—his lungs are intact. The blade missed the intestines and liver. Good. But the bleeding is heavy, and he’s lost too much blood. I can close it, but I’ll need heat. One of my dirks will do. Place it in the fire.”

The family exchanged uneasy glances. Finally, the eldest son muttered, “Fine. But slow.”

One of the daughters obeyed, sliding the blade into the flames.

“Do you have strong alcohol?” Tolme asked.

“We’ve vodka,” the youngest daughter offered.

The mother frowned. “What for?”

Tolme’s grin was wicked. “Four things. To clean the wound. To dull the pain—because this will hurt like hell. To cleanse my wound. And lastly…” She raised a brow. “Because this family could use a drink.”

The vodka arrived. Tolme poured it over the wound, then pressed a mug into the injured man’s hand. “All of it. Now. You’ll need it.”

The eldest daughter carried the bottle to Brandon, her voice hushed. “She’s… unusual, this mage. How did you meet her?”

 

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Katrina

Kat was unsure why Sarduriin had stopped fucking her. She thought at first it was to allow her orgasm to complete. Then he repeated his question, about breeding her.

Kat's eyes widen briefly at Sarduriin bold statement, surprise flashing across her features before being replaced by a slow, understanding. She had been with a few men, but none of them could compare to Sarduriin. The sex had been totally amazing. But the reality of what he was asking brought her back to the fact he was a dragon, a monster, and she was a princess.

“Sarduriin, you put me is a difficult position. Your cock has given me so much pleasure, but I’m not ready to be a mother. I’m truly sorry but must decline your request” She said as carefully as possible.

“Is there some other way I can please you. I’m eager to indulge any of your desires. I could stroke you, or use my mouth. What do you wish? She asked

 

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Sarduriin

"No need. I can will it so that my fluids do not contain the necessary components for impregnation." With that, he closed his eyes and when he opened them, he could cum in Kat and fill her womb like a water balloon (not that dragons came that much except when mating with other dragons in dragon form) and she would not become pregnant.

As soon as the spell took effect, he resumed his almost brutal lovemaking, but he held her close and pressed his chest against her, the movement of his hips the only distance that separated them.

 

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Sir Brandon

Brandon left his sword inside the door, but carried his shield on his arm when he strode into the house. As Tolme treated the man and was quizzed about how the two met, he glanced at the man with the bow. "If I am to tell that story, I will not do so with a weapon pointed at anyone's head." He strode over to the eldest son and stood right in front of him, the arrowhead making a soft tink sound against his breastplate. "Put that down, you ingrate." As quick as a flash, he grabbed the arrow and snapped it in half. "If we wanted you dead, you would already be dead, nine ways to Sundas. Be sensible." Brandon spun on his heel and tossed the arrow in the fireplace as he walked into the dining room and sat down heavily at the table.

 

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Katrina

Still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure, Kat could not believe her ears. He could control his potency. At first, she was not sure if she could believe him. Her doubt was over taken by the pleasure Sarduriin’s huge cock gave her. As he resumed his thrusting, a sated smile of total bliss spread over her face.

“Ohhh… don’t stop” She moaned. She could feel his length going deep inside her, she could feel it twitching to release.

She tried pushing herself up on wobbly arms to embrace him but could not. Instead, she rolled her hips to feel his length go deeper inside her. She shudders, eyes fluttering shut as she savors another orgasm approaching.

“I love your cock” She moaned and punctuates her state with a roll of her hips, squeezing down rhythmically along his sensitive flesh.

“AAHH, OHHHH FUCK, YES YES YES! I'M... I'M CUMMING! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUUUMMM!!” Kat screams, voice raw with unbridled ecstasy, as her entire body seizes up in the throes of a devastating, earth-shattering orgasm. Her scorching, vice-tight cunt clamps down on his huge cock. Her pussy rippling and undulating wildly as it milks Sarduriin rod.

“Pump me full, stud! Fill this dirty princess’s greedy hole to overflowin'! Oooh, I want it... I NEED your hot, thick seed flooding my womb!” she wails, eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out obscenely as she surrenders completely to the mind-numbing pleasure crashing through every nerve ending.

 

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Tolme
Tolme was glad Brandon had straightened the young man out. She glanced at the dirk glowing in the fire—hot enough now—and crossed the room to retrieve the vodka bottle.

The eldest daughter couldn’t help staring. Tolme’s beauty struck her like a blow; without the cloak, her golden hair spilled in waves, her figure radiant in the firelight. To this farm girl, she looked less like a weary traveler and more like a princess stepped out of a tale.

“You are very beautiful,” the girl whispered, almost dazed, as she handed over the bottle.

Tolme smiled, but her voice carried weight. “Thank you. But beauty is not everything. Men seek a woman who is skilled, a partner in adventure, and one with a warm heart.”

“I thought witches hated men,” the eldest son blurted, his earlier shame forgotten. The bow he had once drawn on them was now a memory, replaced by the flush of desire clouding his judgment.

Tolme’s smile lingered, sly and unbothered. “That is a very personal question… but yes. I have lain with many men.”

The boy leaned forward, reckless. “Do you kill them afterwards? Eat their hearts?”

Tolme’s eyes narrowed. “What is your name?”

“Hanlo,” he said, trying to sound bold.

“Hanlo,” she repeated, her tone sharp as steel. “Start using your brain. Stop swallowing the nonsense you’re fed. No—I do not kill men I sleep with. Tell me, do you bed a steer before slaughtering it?” Her anger flared, and she didn’t wait for his answer.

She strode to the older man slumped by the fire. His mug was drained, his body dulled by drink and blood loss. Perfectly numb.

Tolme seized the dirk from the flames, pressed his mouth shut, and worked quickly. The muffled screams filled the room as he thrashed, but Tolme grip held him firm. Tolme sealed the wound with practiced precision, then poured vodka over it, the sharp scent cutting through the smoke.

Finally, she tipped a small measure of her potion past his lips. His breathing steadied.

“Feed him red meat for the next week,” she instructed. “If meat is scarce, stew dark greens—spinach, turnip leaves. They’ll help his blood return.”

The mother took her husband to the backroom.

Tolme pulled her cloak around her shoulders, already turning toward the door. “I’ll be outside, gathering the bandits’ loot. If they had horses, you can use them to replace the ones they slaughtered.” Her gaze flicked to the daughters, a spark of mischief in her eye. “Sir Brandon is a good knight. Make him tell you his best stories.” She winked at Brandon, then swept out into the night.

Hanlo stood frozen, torn between shame and fascination. Then, with sudden resolve, he blurted, “I’ll help her!” and dashed after the beautiful mage.

 

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Sarduriin

"Yes, fuck, that's it, you feel so fucking amazing cumming all over my cock." Sarduriin wondered if Katrina was being a little too performative, exaggerating, but the way she clenched around his member was very real. "Is this how you cum all the time? Your chambers at the royal palace must have a soundproofing charm on them." It was half a tease of her, half a challenge to see if she was hamming it up. But one way or the other, he wasn't done yet, no matter what she said. He slowly pulled out of her and rolled her onto her stomach.

"Come now, my dear Princess, surely you didn't think I was just going to lose control like one of your chamberlains, did you? Or do you prefer the company of stable boys? Cobblers? Blacksmiths?" The tone was teasing but not judgemental. Instead of drilling his cock back into her and fucking her prone-bone, he gave her a short break in the form of a sensual massage, a special oil he used would keep her arousal at a steady buzz but wouldn't overwhelm her.

 

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Sir Brandon

Brandon would have helped keep the man still if he wasn't eyeing the young man in case he grabbed another arrow. He was using a dirk of his own that he kept sheathed at the small of his back to scrape off some caked on dirt that had collected on the edge of his shield.

When the young man asked Tolme if she killed who she bedded, he had to fight the urge to clout the boy on the head. 'The absolute tripe the peasants are fed!', he thought to himself as Tolme gave the boy another lesson in using his head.

When he followed her outside like a puppy, he chuckled to himself as he rose to his feet, sheathing the dirk and stepping back out to the living room. He grabbed a chair and sat down, resting his shield against his legs. "So, I actually saw Tolme earlier that day. A corrupt Inquisitor was executing innocent nonhumans, and she put a stop to it before the Royal Guard arrested them. I could only watch as she performed the first heroic act of our partnership, even though we weren't partners yet."

"Later on, the King summoned us both on an important, secret mission. She brought an orc companion with her that had me in stitches, he thought he knew how to act in court but really he just...oh, I'm sure Tolme can tell you better than I can. Anyway, we set out from the capital yesterday, and you know the only other event worth mentioning, since it's the bandit attack on your farm."