"Good!" The knight replied as she stood at the ready. When Tamonten turned her sword to the side and rushed her, she raised her wooden weapon up in preparation for her own strike, seemingly ready to accept the hit in order to deliver one of her own. She wasn't prepared for just how powerful Tamonten's strike was, however, nor how quick.
The knight found her legs swept out from under her well before her training sword would ever have struck Tamonten, and she landed on her side with an grunt of pain. Tamonten recovered quickly, but the knight was clutching at her bruised thigh, and held up a hand to her. "Alright, you win round one. Not bad!" She said, and then laughed lightly.
She felt Jasmine's presence a moment before the fey woman touched her, her hands gently grasping Tamonten's shoulders before the green woman's lips caressed the pale girl's cheek. "Well fought!" She said, and then moved to aid the other woman to her feet. It was while Tamonten was admiring the faerie's rear again as she bent down to offer a helping hand that she realized that her shoulders didn't hurt any more. The priestess retreated back to the sidelines once the knight was on her feet again, and the tattooed warrior looked none the worse for wear for the strike that she had received. "Alright, this time I'm not holding back. Are you prepared?" She said, grinning widely. Her tattoos began to glow slightly, shrouding her form in a golden glow.
The pale human offered a small grin at the outcome of the match but said nothing to the knight. She wasn't sure she had truly earned it, with the knight holding back as she had, and so she didn't feel right to celebrate in any noticeable way. Tamonten did offer the knight a hand up and a warm smile when the opportunity came, at least. She briefly considered lending Jasmine's rear a groping hand when that opportunity came, for different reasons. The swordswoman managed to ignore the latter option. There was some aid in putting aside her stirring arousal with the prospect of the looming second bout. "Thanks, Jasmine," she whispered in return for the healing, the words of congratulations, and the view, as the curvy priestess returned to the side.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Lady Knight!" The reply came with excitement as her opponent gave her word to avoid holding back. Tamonten returned her own sword to her front, both hands holding the training weapon and pointing the tip square at the sidhe woman's face. The pale human shifted her feet to dig into the earth. The manacled swordswoman had her own ideas for how the fight would go. It was promising that the knight wasn't holding back, but Tamonten wanted to ensure that she couldn't hold back. She wanted to force the faerie into baring all of her strength.
So, when the word to begin had come, she would rush forward as she had in the first match. Only, her target wouldn't be the fey woman this time. Tamonten's target would be the tattooed knight's sword. Her goal was to lock blades with her sparring partner and force the other woman to put forth all her strength to either escape or overcome the possessed human, or else be overcome by sheer power.
Grapple dat Faerie! The locking blades thing is fluff for the grapple, really.
62 Grapple, so 62 to hit.
Note: If she succeeds at her grapple rolls, the current plan is:
Round 1: Initiate Grapple
Round 2: Hold Grapple (Just prevent the faerie from doing anything and maintain the grapple)
Round 3: Submission Hold
Round 4-5: Maintain Submission Hold
Round 6+: :3
When taking HP damage: She takes d4 + 1 pleasure damage, half of which is gained as EP.
When dealing HP damage: She takes d4+1 pleasure damage, half of which is gained as EP. On a killing blow she makes a 21 + (Damage Done/10)*Monster Tier Resistance check against all opponents within 30 feet with line of sight to her. If they fail once, they can't attack that round. If they fail a second time they surrender or flee. Additionally, on a killing blow she makes a second attack against an adjacent target at -10 damage and -10 attack.
When taking EP damage: She takes an additional 16 EP damage from Open Soul x4.
When taking PP damage: She takes an additional 4 PP damage from sensitive. An additional 8 (overall 12) PP damage if her opponent is a member of the fey or a plant. She regains EP equal to half of PP damage taken.
Tamonten: HP = 45/81, PP = 33/57, EP = 62, Status = Gropan dat faerie, a bit beat up though
Knight's damage so far: 0, Battle Aura X = 3
Rolls
Attack (Tamonten goes for the grab) : Hit!
Grapple has been joined!
Grapple: Lol, they tied. We'll say Tamonten wins, just for the sake of not repeating this.
Grapple: Knight wins! Tamonten is rolling poorly on these >.>
Damage: 5 + 11 + 46 + 9 = 71/2 = 36 damage!
Masochist: 3 + 1 = 4 PP.
Grapple: Tamonten wins! Submission Hold placed!
Grapple: Tamonten wins! Submission Hold maintained!
:3
The knight was forced to block with her own weapon when Tamonten rushed like that, their wooden swords clashing together with a loud clack. At first, the faerie seemed surprised, but grinned and pushed back against Tamonten as her golden glow intensified. They stood in that standoff, their muscles at full tension and their bodies leaned forward so that they were nearly close enough together to kiss as each tried to push the other back. The grass covering the ground beneath their feet began to tear up from the force they were exerting on it, but Tamonten began to push the glowing knight back, forcing her to take a step back and straighten slightly. Tamonten had gained the momentum, and continued to push forward until the other woman was beginning to bend backwards.
Suddenly, the knight twisted her body, Tamonten's sword swinging harmlessly past her from the strength she had put into her push, but as Tamonten flew by the knight spun quickly. Her wooden blade came down painfully on Tamonten's back, a strike that might have cut her in half if they'd been using real swords. As it was, it only hurt, but it hurt a lot!
Tamonten, in turn, spun and lunged at the knight, and the woman wasn't fast enough to strike again before the pale human had forced her to the ground. At this point, Tamonten found out for sure that she was, at least physically, stronger than the knight, and her speed wasn't doing her any good while she was on her back on the ground. That didn't mean she wasn't struggling valiantly, however, but so far, Tamonten had her held quite securely. She could feel the eyes upon her at this point, the assorted goat men ringing the glade in which she and the knight had been having their sparring match paying extra close attention now that the two women had gone from merely sparring to outright wrestling on the ground. In the background, Tamonten could see Jasmine out of the corner of her eye as well, and the priestess was grinning knowingly at the pale swordswoman as she held the knight's hands against the ground, their swords having fallen from their grasp at this point.
The knight's grin was returned by the human girl as the two fighters forced their training swords against the others. Tamonten's weapon shook with the combination of force exerted on it from both parties and the natural shaking of her blackened arm. But she was gaining the upper-hand in the contest of strength. The swordswoman pushed with all of her might, forcing the sidhe to step back. But she wouldn't let the faerie fall back, she wouldn't let the tattooed woman retreat from the contest of brute strength.
It was as the pale human's grin reached its widest, as she felt pride at overcoming the knight in a battle of brawn, that she realized her sparring partner wasn't retreating - she was repositioning for a counterstrike. Using Tamonten's own strength against her, the limber faerie removed herself from the path of the training sword, allowing the force conveyed into it to carry it and the other fighter past her body harmlessly. In the same motion, the knight's practice weapon crashed into the possessed girl again, inflicting a painful strike. Tamonten could only really offer mental applause at the skill evident in the motion.
The bruised swordswoman accepted the throbbing pain as best she could and righted herself for a lunge at her adversary. It was an adrenaline reaction, really, the girl knew she couldn't take another hit of that caliber without finding herself in danger of losing the bout. The natural response, for her, was to pin the other woman and remove her ability to maneuver entirely, even if it wasn't the most noble tactic during a sparring match. For Tamonten's efforts, the knight was caught before she could dodge out of the way and both went crashing to the ground.
The powerful human quickly gained the advantage, pinning the sidhe's arms to the ground with her hands and straddling the other woman's stomach. Tens of seconds ticked by with the knight struggling powerfully and the swordswoman holding her down. But it wasn't until she felt the eyes on her that Tamonten realized her tactical mistake. The human...was horny. The feel of the fey's soft skin beneath her spurred her to admire the woman's body as she kept the woman in the grass. She traced the whirling tattoos again with no shame to speak of, able to follow them almost at her leisure. Her eyes continued their course all the way to the faerie's sex, or they would have if her view wasn't blocked by her own body atop the knight. It when she really noticed her own proximity to her subdued opponent that Tamonten remembered that she was naked, too.
And it was with that realization that her will began to waver. The human's hips held her against the lithe fey woman in order to keep the faerie's bottom half pinned. The combination of arousal and proximity caused by the position were quickly becoming too much to bear. Tamonten's most noticeable curse had already left her aroused, the trading of blows between the two combatants having caused the girl several different types of excitement. Her feeling of dominance over the knight and the eyes on the pair did much less to dissuade her feelings than she would have hoped, instead only making her burn hotter. A flush adorned her cheeks as she continued to unabashedly ogle the faerie. While the goat-men and Jasmine might notice some signs of the swordswoman's growing lust, with their forced closeness the knight would have much evidence of how excited her sparring partner had become.
Tamonten tried to resist the temptation for a brief few seconds but it was simply too much. She had resisted temptation for hours now, she reasoned. She had all but won the sparring match, if the knight couldn't regain her footing against her strength. And her sparring partner had put herself as a prize for the matches - an enticing prize, as well. The swordswoman was simply going to take that prize ahead of time. Without warning, or concern for their spectators, the human leaned in, still pinning the sidhe woman's arms to the ground, her mouth went for the knight's neck. Ignoring anything the knight might say, she suckled, kissed, and brushed at the faerie's soft skin. Remembering that she had quite enjoyed playing with Krig's unusual ears, she halted her efforts only to move her lips to one of the fey's earlobes, enclosing her lips around it and letting out a low, amused giggle.
It was as she released the other woman's ear that Tamonten recalled her remaining free appendage. Briefly pulling back to direct a mischievous grin at the knight, she redirected her efforts into guiding it, her oral attentions were idly returned to the faerie's shoulders. Out of sight of the two women, the swordswoman's tail began to lightly glide across the faerie's waist. It brushed up and down her thighs, the surprisingly soft surface smoothed along the woman's hips. Her ability to blindly guide her tail's molestation of the woman beneath her made Tamonten quite proud. Throughout all of her touches, the pale woman said nothing, her only response to any words the knight might have had was to redouble her attentions.
While overpowering and molesting sidhe woman was proving to be very enjoyable, it was little relief for the burning in her loins. The desire to be touched was hard to ignore, it left the human so aroused that she began to grind herself against the faerie's skin, leaving a smear of her feminine fluids across the other woman's belly. It was a nice feeling but offered little lasting relief as compared to, say, planting herself on the knight's face, but that could wait for later. In the meantime, she decided to push her molestation of the faerie further. Her tail, previously content with playing about the woman's skin, charted a new course for the other woman's lower lips. Once it had found its destination, the soft, spaded tip of the tail began to drag across the knight's labia, like a miniature tongue.
Tamonten's motions continued, exploring the faerie's neck and pussy with her lips and tail, respectively. But it wasn't until the knight began to resign herself to the sensations that the pale woman straightened atop the mounted sidhe, her mouth leaving its task but her tail still busy at work. Still silent, the horny swordswoman gradually reduced the amount of pressure she was exerting on the knight's arms. Eventually, her appendages left their former posts completely, hands instead trailing for the sidhe's vulnerable chest. They would only leave their course to reinforce her hold on the knight's arms if the sidhe resisted. Without interruption, before long Tamonten was pinching and pulling at the other woman's nipples.
A lewd grin spread wide across the swordswoman's face, framed by blushing cheeks, as the act continued. That grin and the feeling of the tail halting its efforts and poising itself against her womanhood were the only warnings the knight would receive before she found herself penetrated by the overenthusiastic swordswoman. Even as the gentle push that forced the tip of the manacled woman's tail into the knight occurred, the tattooed woman's breasts were under a constant barrage of stimulation. Tamonten's tail explored the sidhe's depths, in a manner more akin to a finger than a phallus. It pushed against her inner walls, stroking the sidhe's insides and searching for what drew the most enjoyable reactions out of her.
As she continued, the human girl stopped humping the faerie, instead concentrating entirely on making the knight writhe in pleasure. Tamonten watched the sidhe intently as she continued to do whatever she pleased to her sparring partner. The public show advanced, with the swordswoman entirely wordless while molesting the tattooed fey. Indeed, Tamonten's head buzzed with no thoughts other than continuing the sordid act in full view of the priestess and the goat-men, then seeking her own pleasure. That zealous dedication to lust continued until something pulled the girl away or the knight surrendered to the sensations, the human girl causing her former opponent to orgasm under her touch.
But that was when Tamonten finally came to her senses. The swordswoman looked at the sidhe beneath her and was vaguely reminded of Krig. The satisfaction she had taken from taking the faerie was quickly battled by guilt. She shook her head and her heart skipped a beat. This... This isn't right. I didn't really win and in the aftermath I held her down and groped her in full view of everyone. Why couldn't I keep better control of myself? The pale woman swallowed hard. She was still painfully aroused, but didn't want to fall further into the lust that had taken her. Her eyes, now filled with shame, went to the crowd, scanning them for their reaction to the turn of events. Then, she apologetically looked to the knight. "I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I didn't really win, with you holding back as you did in the first bout and us having exchanged no blows in the second fight. This was the only prize I feel I earned," she leaned in suddenly, locking lips with the knight. It wasn't as passionate as the kiss she shared with Krig, but that didn't stop Tamonten from making use of her ever-increasing experience in the activity. She savored the faerie's lips and mouth for no small amount of time before pulling away and contining, unfazed.
"I won't go any further than that. I think I'll go take a walk now, it's probably best so that I can clear my head. Maybe we can have a proper rematch sometime soon." Tamonten knew she had to escape before lust overwhelmed her again. She went to stand up and prepared to wander off in a random direction, though she wasn't sure where in the fey enclave she would head, even temporarily. Anywhere but there seemed a good start for the time being, though.
Tamonten: HP = 45/81, PP = 33/57, EP = 62, Status = Fine
The knight squirmed ineffectually beneath the possessed warrior as Tamonten traced the lines of her tattoos with her eyes, either not noticing or not commenting on the arousal that grew steadily within the dominant warrior. As she leaned in to suckle on the soft flesh of the faerie's neck, she gaped in confusion for a moment before she managed to gasp; "What... What are you doing?" But Tamonten ignored her, her mouth toying with the knight's tender throat, and then moving up to her earlobe. The proud woman beneath her became increasingly flustered from the attention of Tamonten's lips, blushing and squirming in a manner that seemed less and less like she was actually trying to get away, particularly when Tamonten's tail began delicately floating across her lower body.
Her faerie opponent let out a quiet cry of surprise when Tamonten's tail slid over her petals, which were already slightly engorged and damp despite her continued struggles to escape. Her grinding against the faerie's stomach hadn't provided any relief, and had even made her arousal worse than before. When her squirming had largely subsided, and slight gasps and moans of pleasure had begun to fly past her up until now mostly sealed lips. When her hands were released, they remained right where they were, the knight's eyes closed as she wriggled around beneath Tamonten, making no attempts to stop her molestations or get free.
The possessed swordswoman's assault upon the other woman's body went on uninterrupted by the goat men surrounding them, and out of the corner of her eye she spotted Jasmine lying on her back. The priestess's legs were spread, and she had a blush on her forest green face as her fingers rubbed slowly across her exposed petals. The goat men might have seen her, and perhaps even capitalized on her obvious arousal had it not been for the spectacle that took center stage; Tamonten holding down the powerful woman whom they themselves had been unable to defeat even as a group, claiming utter and complete dominance over her. The event continued, Tamonten toying with the helpless knight's soft chest and sliding her tail into her moist flower to explore, for some time. Finally, the knight could take no more, and as Tamonten flicked her agile appendage against a spot that had made her quiver and jump at the slightest touch, the squirming faerie went still, a low, drawn out moan escaping her lips as her inner walls began to shiver and her entire body began to quake.
The knight laid panting beneath Tamonten as she recovered from her orgasm, and as such was stunned by her sudden change in mannerism. A glance around showed Jasmine still gently teasing herself, while more than half of the gruffs and satyrs were openly stroking themselves, every single one of them already hard just from watching. Her partner, despite the nature of Tamonten's victory, kissed back quite enthusiastically, as if she intended to continue the act, and looked up at Tamonten in surprise as she just got up and started to walk away. "T...Take a walk?" She stated incredulously, still lying on the ground.
"But... You won! I could not force you off, and that constitutes a loss in this form of combat! You were in the right to claim me... Will you not take pleasure for yourself, Tamonten?" She said, but only rose up to her elbows rather than attempting to get up and stop Tamonten. The possessed swordswoman was free to move on if she so desired, but the assembled goat men were all looking at her with a great deal of interest. Jasmine was looking at her with interest as well, though Tamonten could tell that there was both arousal and curiosity behind the priestess's gaze.
The knight's words caused Tamonten to freeze in place, her back towards the faerie. There hadn't been anything particularly seductive in the knight's tone but the aroused mortal could still feel her heart jump into her throat. But there was something else there. She stood deathly still and closed her eyes as a conflict took place in her body. The combatants were her sense of honor versus her feelings of lust. The two conflicting sides were pitted on a scale against each other even then, struggling for supremacy.
The imaginary scale in her mind's eye quickly swung in honor's favor, at first, but it lasted for only a brief moment before lust took command like so many weighted rocks. Then honor came back, refusing to be beaten. Then lust, then honor again. Lust, honor, lust...
Honor. Even if only slightly, following her sense of right outweighed giving into her desire to be touched.
Tamonten took a deep drag of air and closed her eyes, releasing it all in a short sigh. She had to force the first word to come out, coaxing it sound by sound. "No." It felt like her brief vocalization had taken so many hours but in truth it had been rushed. The swordswoman opened her eyes and winced, still keeping her face out of sight of the knight in order to hide her horrendous poker face. She couldn't hide her lack of stoicism from the goats and the priestess but she could keep it from the knight. Her denial of the offer to take her pleasure felt like it stung her lips as it passed.
"Not for lack of desire, Lady Knight," she admitted, still painfully aroused. The obvious signs of her desires were yet another reason to keep her back to the knight for the moment. If the swordswoman were to give into her basest desires then the sparring grounds would become an orgy in short order. "I just can't accept this as an honest victory. I have to listen to my heart over my loins. If, in my heart, I didn't truly claim victory then I did not earn you." The pale-skinned human briefly contemplated that it wasn't to say anything against involving herself in a fun little orgy with Jasmine and the goat-men anyway, but quickly dismissed that thought for her own safety. Oh gods. Why is this so difficult?
Feeling quite awkward at the whole situation, Tamonten finally turned to regard the faerie woman, her lips spreading into a soft grin. "But I enjoyed the training and the prize that I did receive." The woman's smile reached her eyes as they lewdly traced the faerie's naked body yet again. Feeling emboldened by her attempt at injecting humor into the situation, she continued much more confidently; "Do not doubt that I will be back again to win properly and rightly earn my time with you, Lady Knight." If the swordswoman remained as sexually frustrated as she was at that very moment, the knight would have her work cut out for her in claiming victory on a rematch.
Tamonten began to pad away from the scene, unless stopped. The still lust-drunk woman did take one detour, however, halting to brush her finger across the chest of one of the goat-men who was in her path and offer aloud; "I might even offer up some extra incentive for you lot to work harder." The swordswoman addressed the gruffs and satyrs as a whole, teasing them for their loss against the lone faerie woman, though she kept eye contact with the one she was touching. Then, she giggled and continued to walk away, seeking to remove herself from the temptation.
Brave Tamonten bravely flees from naked knight lovin'! Wait... what?
Anyway, yeah... She'll wait for Jasmine if yonder priestess is going to continue guiding her or is just intent on coming along.
If Jasmine doesn't come along then she's going to go searching for a cold stream to douse herself in or a suitably private place to relieve her tensions in other ways. >.>
Then again, she'll probably consider the latter part even if Jasmine does come along. >.>
Tamonten: HP = 45/81, PP = 33/57, EP = 62, Status = Fine
Tamonten didn't see the faerie woman recoil in confusion at Tamonten's single word, and she and the goat men listened in stunned silence as Tamonten explained why she was refusing to take the faerie. "Er... Alright... I understand, Tamonten." The knight finally replied as Tamonten's eyes traced over the tattoos covering her body once more, and climbed to the feet. Smirking, she said; "Oh, I think that next time you won't have such an easy time. I don't intend to hold back when we finally settle things!"
She turned to reclaim her clothing as Tamonten padded away, glancing her way and smiling as she paused in front of one of the satyrs and slid a finger over the goat man's muscular chest. He didn't quite know what to do with her presence next to him for a moment, some part of him obviously more than willing to try and forcibly help Tamonten slake her abundant and obvious lust, but his self control seemed to win that contest much more easily than Tamonten's had. As such, he simply nodded, and she went on her way, having lost track of Jasmine.
Strolling out of the glade brought Tamonten to the stream, which she easily hopped across as she entered a meadow filled with flowers. She'd been in that water often enough to know that it wouldn't be nearly cold enough to quench the burning in her loins, but on some inspiration perhaps she found herself turning and taking up a small path leading into the forest. She had no idea where the fey sanctuary ended and the wild woods began, but some instinct on her part allowed her to remain unconcerned, knowing in some way that she wouldn't have to go very far.
After a short journey through some fairly clear woodlands, Tamonten found herself in a small clearing in the center of which a humongous mushroom stood. There were, thankfully, no moving parts to it that she could detect, and it lacked any obvious signs of parts that might be used as a sex toy as Tamonten might have expected from the unusual growths of the world. It seemed, for all the world, like nothing more than a giant mushroom, sitting out in the middle of the forest. "It's quite safe, don't worry." Jasmine's voice sounded from a short distance behind her, and Tamonten turned about to find the priestess standing with a hand upon her hip and a smile upon her face. As usual, that was all that the green skinned woman was wearing.
"It's safe to sit on too! Why don't you give it a try? It's actually quite comfortable when you get used to it."
The swordswoman silently cursed herself for the duration of her retreat from the sparring grounds. She could have been spending her time in the embrace of the knight, finding some momentary relief to the overwhelming sense of need in her chest and crotch. Why did I have to go and open my big mouth? She knew why, of course, but that didn't stop the horny human from sulking. Sure, she figured, the knight probably would have cut her to bits in a real fight, but it wasn't a real fight. The knight couldn't adapt to that sort of fight and I could, so I won, Tamonten tried to reason to herself. That wasn't the case, though, and she knew it. If the mortal girl couldn't win by the rules she had set forth for herself then she simply hadn't won, that was that. She sighed as she continued walking.
The manacled woman was eventually removed from her contemplation by the realization that she had reached the stream. From memory, she doubted it was cold enough to offer relief but dipped a toe in it anyway and confirmed as much before hopping past it. As the pale-skinned woman expected, the water would require the addition of a glacier or more to do anything for the her in her state. Once she was clear of the running water, Tamonten decided to press on into a part of the sanctuary that was unknown to her with the hopes of finding a bit of solitude, though the frustrated girl was uncertain as to exactly what she would use that solitude for. The added need for wariness in the event that she accidentally stumbled into the wild helped to pull her from the attacks on herself, at least, as she wandered.
Tamonten's goal of privacy was sidelined, however, when she ended up stumbling upon that odd mushroom. The curious, and still aroused, woman inspected it for a few moments. Given the standard M.O. of growths in the forest, she was slightly surprised that it didn't have tentacles, attachments, or wasn't a giant phallus itself, and was only slightly disappointed. In her mind, she began to weigh whether to leave and continue her search or to remain and continue investigating the mushroom. Although finding the giant fungus and finding solitude seemed to be one in the same, or so she thought for that brief amount of time before the priestess appeared behind her.
The possessed swordswoman gave a slight jump from surprise as Jasmine issued her greeting, though quickly calmed down. Being surprised by the pretty green faerie was fast becoming the norm, which, as it turned out, did nothing to make her appearances less startling but had the odd benefit of making them easier to recover from. Tamonten turned to face Jasmine, though she made a concerted effort to keep her eyes on anything but the faerie's body. The flushed woman went so far as to focus on a patch of dirt rather than the curvy fey, as though that bit of ground happened to be hosting the most interesting ant in the world. The combination of the human's arousal and Jasmine's standard choice of attire made it difficult, but Tamonten managed to focus just well enough to listen to the faerie's words, even if they went in one ear and out the other at first. One thing that was easy for the woman to focus on was the feeling of awkwardness that had persisted after her exodus from the sparring area. After the priestess had spoken, the swordswoman stammered out an apology.
"S-sorry for rushing off back there," the apology attempt went unaided by her efforts to keep her eyes on Jasmine's own. "I was a bit flustered. I wasn't thinking that you might have had more to ask of me for the day than to eat your food and spar." It was only after her apology that Jasmine's suggestion felt as though it had reached Tamonten's brain. "Wait, you can sit on this thing? Okay, I guess." It wasn't exactly the most thrilling advance in stool technology she had ever heard of, or perhaps a mushroom would be a step back in that field, but the human had to admit she was curious. She paced over to the giant thing, a little confused. Tamonten didn't really have any reason not to trust the curvy faerie, though. Without much additional thought on the matter, the manacled warrior sat her naked butt upon the top of the mushroom, going so far as to refocus all of her concentration on finding a comfortable position on it, if only to avoid allowing her eyes to wander. When she had succeeded, she blinked a few times and looked at Jasmine uncertainly, continuing to glance away at times in search of that ever-interesting ant that would hopefully be well away from the priestess's tempting breasts, guessing that the faerie might have followed her for other reasons.
Tamonten: HP = 81, PP = 57, EP = 62, Status = Fine
"Oh, don't worry about it Tamonten! I understood why you fled the field when you did. Today is a day of leisure, an as such I hadn't intended to ask anything of you. I merely desire that you enjoy yourself as much as possible!" Jasmine replied as she walked over to join Tamonten. When she sat upon the mushroom, she found it to be quite soft, even yielding as she sat down upon it, forming around her bottom slightly but not doing anything else. It was actually quite comfortable, and she required very little effort to become quite comfy on the fungus. Jasmine laid down upon the giant mushroom beside her, her elbows sinking down slightly into it as she propped herself up on them.
"It's quite alright to look, you know." She said bemusedly, "You've done much more than stare before, and I wouldn't mind allowing you to do such again if you desire." Her voice held a great deal of suggestion behind it, and if Tamonten didn't turn toward Jasmine then she would feel the woman's hand gently taking her chin, and directing her gaze toward the prone faerie. Whether she looked of her own accord or by Jasmine's direction, Tamonten found the faerie lying on her back on the mushroom, propped up on her elbows (or elbow if one hand was holding the possessed girl's chin) in a manner that caused her ever impressive bosom to thrust forward.
"Of course, I won't force you to do anything that is not matching with your desires." She continued, relaxing fully once more as she laid her hands behind her head and dropped her head onto them. "I can sense how your desires have grown since coming to us, Tamonten. I can sense them now, pulsating within you and pushing for you to sate them. It isn't wrong of you, but it is something that I would advise you to bring under control in the near future. Or at least slake as much as you possibly can before you depart tomorrow."
She paused, and then frowned at herself before saying; "That does sound like I'm kicking you out, doesn't it? I really must get better at this whole crypticism thing. I'm quite terrible at it! Anyway.... I'm afraid that I wasn't being entirely truthful when I told you that I didn't know of anyone who could help you with your demon problem. There is one, and she is nearby.... But I didn't think that you were ready to face one like her. Truthfully I still don't, but I can't keep her presence from you after you fought so hard to bring peace to the forest."
Jasmine gave another sigh and a shake of her head, and then continued; "There is a demon in Artmirst, one who calls herself the Lady of Acheron. She, like no other whom I know of barring the gods themselves, might be able to help you, Tamonten. She has proven much unlike most of her kin so far, as she has approached us in an attempt to declare a lasting peace between my people and hers, and I hear tales of her trying to organize her kindred and rebuild the city. I don't know what she plans or why she has done these things, but I do know that she studies the nature of the soul, and might know of a way to separate you and your demon."
She turned her gaze toward Tamonten, searching her expression for her reaction to this news, as well as the fact that the priestess had kept it from her initially.
Although she tried desperately to avoid it, in the end the aroused woman glanced at the prone faerie of her own accord. A rosy blush colored her otherwise pale cheeks as she scanned Jasmine's body, which she found hadn't yet become a less enjoyable activity. Her eyes traveled all the way from the green beauty's feet, up her calves and thighs, past her hips, pausing for a moment to enviously admire the woman's chest, to her face, where they rested. Doing more than staring was sounding pretty good to Tamonten.
But she halted such thoughts to listen to Jasmine. The swordswoman looked away again with shame as the fey priestess spoke of her desires, the truth hitting hard. How had she fallen in this direction? She idly wondered as her green-haired conversational partner continued to speak. I had never done more than watch others through windows and occasionally touch myself before meeting the fey. Was all this just waiting for an outlet? Her thoughts, as they often did, immediately went to memories and images. Of intimacies with Jasmine, Krig, the satyr, the sirens. Of what could have been with the knight and the goat-men. She couldn't handle it anymore, she couldn't keep resisting her desires. If even Jasmine says it isn't wrong... Maybe that's it. The more I resist them the more overwhelming they are. If I were just to embrace and understand them, maybe it wouldn't be so bad? She reasoned. Regardless of right or wrong, Tamonten's eyes turned on the faerie again, hungrily.
As she took in the priestess's naked body again, her own body couldn't resist any longer either, nor was it trying to. The swordswoman did not notice it, the nude woman in front of her demanding slightly more attention than the magic at work, but skin from her crotch began to swell outward, quickly becoming a normal-looking erect cock. But, before she could finish her introspection, act on her lust, or even notice the erection she had gained, the sudden news that she would be leaving the day after startled the manacled human out of her thoughts as quickly as anything else might.
"Depart?" The girl inquired softly, a dull pain in her chest. A myriad of uncertain thoughts raced through her head. She had been there a mere two days and she was already thinking of the sanctuary as a type of home, the faeries as friends. The thought of leaving had been shelved after the events of the first day. Although the pale swordswoman's relief was palpable as Jasmine explained exactly why she would be leaving, a sting still remained at the faerie's earlier untruth. "It's okay," she replied. And though her brain reasoned that it really was okay, her heart still stung ever so slightly, despite that understanding. "You did what you thought was best for me." The swordswoman winced when she accidentally put a little too much emphasis on thought.
It made her wonder, though, if Jasmine had faith in her to defeat the terrifying oak, what kind of a monster would this lady of - was it Acheron? - have to be for her to believe the swordswoman incapable. The idea made Tamonten tremble briefly. Or, it did right up until she raised her blackened arm for inspection. It still shook even with the peace of the faerie sanctuary and the presence of the fey, if only slightly. In the paradise she had found among the fey, perhaps she had forgotten why she had come. Krig, Jasmine, the other faeries, none of them would be safe if the demon finally managed to overcome her. Nor would she ever be able to see her father and mother again unless she banished the spirit. The girl dropped her manacled arm to her side.
Favoring Jasmine with a warm smile, she gave a more thoughtful response. "You might be right, Lady Jasmine, I haven't known you to be wrong about much in the time since I met you. Unfortunately, I must do this. I owe it to those I care for, old and new," she offered with a nod toward Jasmine, though the human girl had a feeling that the priestess already knew how much she cared for her. "Better that I'm lost in the attempt to rid myself of this... thing... than to run the risk of hurting my friends and loved ones ever again." The mortal woman paused for a few moments as she considered the other information Jasmine had offered but, when she continued, hope finally reached Tamonten's tone. "She sought a lasting peace? Was it accepted?" The pale-skinned woman asked, curious. "To be offered salvation by a cancerous tree and find that one of my remaining hopes might be in another demon... The world can have strange machinations, at times," she chuckled darkly to herself after her idle comment.
Tamonten leaned back on the mushroom, bringing her arms behind her head. "You were right, this thing is really comfortable. How did it get so big-gyah!" Her eyes widened as she propped her head in her hands and got an eyeful of something else that had been doing some growing. She shot upright, her hands moving to cover her crotch. The swordswoman had finally noticed her erection. This is so unfair! I've never had to deal with these before! She probably noticed. Gods, I don't even know how long I've had this thing. What if it was there the entire time I was babbling on? Then it was her turn to search for Jasmine's expression to see if she had noticed or not. It was also time for her to try to appear as if she wasn't pushing her newly-grown rod between her own thighs with both hands in an attempt to hide it from sight, both of which she was doing very poorly at.
Talk! Accidentally an entire vampire penis.
Also, I had the strange urge to turn: "Krig, Jasmine, the other faeries,"
into: "Krig, Jasmine, the other faeries, Zoidberg"
Tamonten: HP = 81, PP = 57, EP = 62, Status = Fine
Jasmine nodded in turn, apparently not surprised by Tamonten's decision to go and attempt to have the demon removed from her despite the dangers, but when Tamonten looked at her she was smiling warmly. During Tamonten's contemplative pause, Jasmine offered; "I expected you to say as much, Tamonten. You have proven your caliber to me and my people many times over by now. And, even though Artmirst still has its dangers and the one whom you seek might be the most dangerous one of all, I know in my heart that you will return to us as yourself."
The priestess heaved a heavy sigh at the question regarding the peace accord with the demon that Tamonten would soon be sent to see, and then nodded again. "It was. There was some dissent among the local nobles and the gruffs and satyrs complained that I had spoiled their hunting grounds, but the decision ultimately rested with me, and I chose to trust this demon. She has kept to her word so far, even sending us mortals who are wounded in their attempts at looting what is left of Artmirst, so many of the voices that complained at the treaty have since fallen silent."
At the mention of the offer by the black oak, however, Jasmine looked at her sharply, "The tree offered to take your demon from you?" She held a fair amount of alarm in her tone, but then sighed and seemed much calmer when she continued; "I... Suppose that you didn't accept. That was a wise decision on your part, methinks." Heaving another heavy sigh, the priestess finally smiled again and said; "The currents of the universe do push us in directions that we cannot expect don't they?"
She turned back towards Tamonten just as the possessed swordswoman noticed the cock that had once more appeared out of her crotch, and giggled lightly at her attempts to hide it. Rolling off of the mushroom, Jasmine was suddenly kneeling on the ground in front of Tamonten, her face in the pale woman's lap. "Do you mean the mushroom, or....." She trailed off, smirking, and then gently took hold of Tamonten's wrists and pulled them away from her cock and placed them at her sides. "This?" She concluded, taking the rod in both hands and slowly shifting it until it stood proudly erect once more.
The very second that Tamonten opened her mouth to speak, however, she felt Jasmine's breath on her member, and then felt the faerie's agile tongue slide against the underside of it about halfway down the shaft. One quick lick brought it all the way up to the tip, which Jasmine swallowed immediately, her lips sealing over it and the first inch or so down as the priestess began to suck lightly. She had never once even blinked or broken eye contact with her possessed partner, and even with her mouth sealed around Tamonten's rod she was still smiling broadly. It seemed like she wouldn't be giving the swordswoman a chance to recover as well, as her tongue began dancing about wildly, alternating between circling around the head, licking at the tip and flicking rapidly against a spot just beneath the head... A spot that proved to be extremely sensitive to touch, as Tamonten found out from Jasmine's attentions.
It took little more than the presence of the fey in front of her crotch to have the pale-skinned woman fully erect again, by that point her partner's expert handling was only a nice side-benefit. Disbelief, and the special kind of hope that comes from having a beautiful green-skinned woman run her hands across your crotch, left the mortal girl dumbfounded. She blinked twice at Jasmine, then looked down at her member in faerie's soft hands, and then back at the priestess. Almost on habit, she put on her very best poker-face, which was to say that she'd be left naked and without money at any serious table, and attempted to lie. "It's just a mosquito bi-ah!" Her voice rose several octaves at the feel of that warm, wet tongue on the underside of her shaft. Guess she's not buying that one...
Tamonten's body was arrested by the sudden volt of ecstasy as part of her length was engulfed by the priestess's luscious lips. Otherwise, she would have shuddered, might have bucked her hips, or even tensed but her muscles felt lax as the the other woman went to work. Her arms stayed at her sides, where they had been placed, firmly grabbing onto the mushroom in fear that she was so paralyzed by her partner's skilled mouth that she might simply fall over and off when she came, something that she had no doubt would happen soon. The only reason she could manage to make noises was because her mouth had happened to be open when Jasmine began her pleasure assault. And noises she made. The small clearing was filled with moans, gasps, and grunts as the swordswoman received Jasmine's attentions. There would be little doubt to any around as to exactly what was going on. Nor would there be any misconceptions that the green fey woman wasn't very good at what she did, managing to keep Tamonten so locked into her own little slice of heaven that she had forgotten about the world around her.
Normally, the green-eyed girl would have tried to hold back. She would have made a game of it. She would have had Jasmine readjust and tried to push her to her own ecstasy, although that wasn't to say that she didn't intend on doing all of that and more to the faerie once she had recovered. Tamonten enjoyed those little contests, even if she had suspicions that she only ever won because the faerie priestess did not care to hold back as she, herself, did. But on this occasion, there was no holding back. Over the course of the morning, the lewd thoughts and actions on her part had her body ready to go. Every little daydream had been an erosion against her willpower, her proximity to the goat-men and Jasmine had been a gash. The time with the knight had been, well, a wrecking ball. Whatever her mind thought, her body had no intentions of resisting as her nerves continued to tingle with joy at the skilled tongue at work. Tamonten was going to cum. Hard.
And it wasn't long before she was on the verge. Jasmine's skill was an art, something to be admired. Even though Tamonten had no idea what a frenulum was, at least before the faerie attacked hers with her tongue, she knew that it felt wonderful when something slippery and wet drew across it. Too wonderful. Urgent waves of pleasure coursed through her lower body, reaching her brain and promptly shutting it off. "Gonna... Gonna..." Even though she struggled with the words, as all of her muscles and nerves that weren't able to directly enjoy the ministrations at work on her crotch had simply gone off on break, her face was probably all the warning that the priestess needed. The swordswoman's eyes had glazed over as she watched Jasmine at work, a sense of distance in her gaze despite their proximity. Tamonten's mouth was left open in a drawn out groan. Both of her hands grabbed at the mushroom so violently that they were in danger of tearing chunks out of it. Her hips had begun to writhe and roll, greedy for more attention to be lavished on her dangerously throbbing rod.
And if Jasmine did not stop or deny her such affections, the swordswoman would shudder, tense, and moan as waves of cum boiled out from her rod. Even her womanhood would clench in orgasm, attempting to milk an invisible invader.
Tamonten: HP = 81, PP = 57, EP = 62, Status = Fine
Jasmine gave a pleased murmur around Tamonten's cock as the human proclaimed her oncoming orgasm and held a death grip upon the mushroom beneath her. Her tongue continued to flick rapidly against that sensitive spot, but then suddenly stopped just as Tamonten was about to cum, the human receiving no further stimulation save for a slow drag of the faerie's tongue across the head of her cock. Her partner kept her on the edge like that for over a minute, before suddenly bobbing her head rapidly and taking in every inch of her rod without even a hint of difficulty, a hand wrapped around her shaft that Tamonten hadn't noticed until now pumping as well and milking her. Every apex of her motion included a pause and a series of long hard licks against Tamonten's frenulum, and as explosive as her climax would have been the faerie's teasing had only made it worse.
Jasmine swallowed the first thick spurt of cum completely, her seed flowing down the faerie's throat, but Jasmine then pulled back and pumped her hands rapidly. She still swallowed down Tamonten's sperm, but she held every spurt in her mouth for a moment, lapping at it with her tongue before gulping it down just in time to receive the next shot. Even as eager and adept as she was, however, Jasmine couldn't swallow it all, and some of it spilled out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Once Tamonten had finished cumming, Jasmine gave a few more milking strokes of her hands as her tongue flicked and circled the head of Tamonten's rod, making her jump at the stimulation of the hypersensitive organ, and then pulled off. Scooping up the lost cum with her fingers, Jasmine then licked herself clean, until the only signs of her explosive orgasm were in the sounds that she was making and the way that her rod was twitching.
"Delicious~!" The faerie priestess said with a giggle, and then gave Tamonten cock another kiss, her lips staying and slowly sliding over the head as if she were about to swallow the whole thing once more. Giggling again, she pulled back, and then slowly leaned forward and placed her full breasts around Tamonten's member. "Lets see if I can't sate you finally, Tamonten? I'm sure if I milk enough venom out of it your little mosquito bite will go away~!"
Without missing a beat, Jasmine began to rub her large, soft breasts along Tamonten's shaft, slowly at first but gradually picking up speed. Every once in a while her tongue would lick against the tip of her rod, and once it stopped causing Tamonten to jump her lips once more wrapped around the head of Tamonten's cock. Sucking eagerly and flicking her tongue across the tip, Jasmine continued to stroke the possessed swordswoman's rod between her breasts, which proved incredibly soft as they squeezed and pumped around Tamonten's rod. It wasn't long before Jasmine was swiftly titty-fucking Tamonten, pumping her breasts up and down as she stared up with wide eyes that were heavy with arousal at the practically helpless human warrior as she did so.
The faerie's pleased murmuring made the feeling of imminent climax that much more potent. Tamonten simply let herself relax and hung on for the ride as that familiar feeling of pressure reached a critical point. And then the faerie pulled back. The denied human whimpered at the sudden loss of Jasmine's expert stimulation. She wiggled her hips against the cool air in a futile effort to convince her partner to continue, which was rewarded with a short drag of the priestess's tongue across the tip of her magical endowment. Her relief was short-lived as she realized that the curvy woman was only teasing her. She continued to whine and thrust her hips against the air, as if to remind Jasmine that she wasn't finished yet, but that torturous teasing only worsened.
Part of Tamonten wanted to grab her partner's head and force herself down the woman's throat in order to relieve the feeling of churning inside her body. She, with what little remained of her willpower, managed to avoid acting on primal lust and instead transferred her aggression to the mushroom, digging the tips of her fingers into the cap with every ounce of her not-unimpressive strength. The green fey was so graceful with her tongue and talented with her teasing that it never even occurred to the swordswoman to use her hands in order to gain some relief.
If one would have asked Tamonten, she might have suggested that the faerie's, in what would be her words, cruel denials had lasted for days, even years, and that she, a helpless girl, was held in the tyrannical priestess's clutches. But in the end, the teasing only made her first orgasm, of the afternoon, anyway, that much more mind-blowing. With a suddenness that made the pleasure-tormented girl's life flash before her eyes, her cock was enveloped in burning-hot faerie mouth. The dam broke. Tamonten's eyes did their best to roll back into her head, she arched her back, and her pelvis tensed so hard that, had she been of a saner mindset, she would have been certain that it would never relax again. She did not so much spill her seed as it exploded from her, every heartbeat launching another thick strand into Jasmine's waiting mouth. With even the eager and talented priestess unable to keep up, a dim flicker of uncertainty as to how her body could produce so much - which was saying something because she had no idea how her body produced cum at all - sparked in her otherwise blank thoughts.
Tamonten sat panting in the aftermath. Her legs had turned to jelly and she couldn't stand up even if she had wanted to, which she didn't. Jasmine graced her rod with kiss which made her jump slightly, despite all of her limbs feeling completely limp. One thing that wasn't limp about her was her demonically-granted phallus. As she watched Jasmine scoop up and drink down all that had spilled, her erection only grew harder. It stood twitching in the air, a lewd monument to Tamonten's insatiability and how addicted she had become to fulfilling her primal desires. Look at her, the blood-engorged rod proclaimed, she's such a horny girl that just once isn't enough. And, as Jasmine decided to milk more venom out of her "mosquito bite", even the swordswoman might have had to admit that it was true, because she was paralyzed in anticipation by the claim that sounded like a promise.
"That's - ah! - not fair," she tried to proclaim as Jasmine wrapped her soft orbs around her still-painfully sensitive cock. She finally let go of the mushroom that she had so abused in order to bring her hands to her own, smaller, breasts. The swordswoman briefly squeezed her little tits together to determine how much of a valley she would have been able to provide for a partner, a combination of action and thought that would have had her blushing and sheepish if she had been less lust-drunk, and frowned before letting her hands fall back to her sides. It was hard to remain envious while receiving the full benefits of a partner with Jasmine's curves, though, and she certainly could not deny the pleasure of the experience. Those same bountiful breasts were well-slicked with her own precum and the priestess's saliva, allowing the mounds of soft flesh to slide up and down her shaft easily. It didn't even take a minute before the painful sensitivity was gone, replaced with pure, liquid pleasure. And when that happened, Jasmine included her mouth into the mix again.
Tamonten tensed immediately at the oral stimulation, her hands both went for her partner's head, out of a complete lack of anywhere else to grab. She managed to avoid manhandling the faerie in the same way that she had the mushroom, though, instead lightly laying her blackened and pale limbs on top of the eager faerie's skull. While her manacled arm always shook, now her whitened arm trembled as well. She was going to cum again, soon, barely more than a few minutes after her first. There was simply nothing she could do to hold back the tide her orgasm while under such expert stimulation. She was, for all intents and purposes, helpless beneath Jasmine's touch.
And, before long, when she felt another wave of ecstasy preparing to come over her, the swordswoman didn't even bother to try and offer a vocal warning. She merely leaned back in reaction to the intensity of the onrushing feelings, her hands propping behind her on the mushroom and her back arching her toward the sky. Her breathing quickened and became erratic. Her green eyes stared blankly at the clouds, in a daze. Tamonten's mind and body had simply surrendered to the faerie, allowing her to do whatever she liked, if only to avoid interrupting her ministrations.
Tamonten: HP = 81, PP = 57, EP = 62, Status = Fine
Jasmine let out a little murmur of surprise when Tamonten's hands reached for the back of her head, nestling in her thick locks of wavy green hair, but didn't halt in her ministrations. Her soft, bountiful breasts wrapped around the possessed girl's rod felt simply amazing, and the faerie priestess showed no hints of letting up in her lewd act. Pulling her mouth momentarily off of the tip of Tamonten's cock, "What's not fair, hrm?" The priestess giggled, and her breasts momentarily pulled away from the warrior's cock only for her mouth to descend upon it, taking the whole thing into her mouth and down her throat in one quick gulp. Her hands gripped around Tamonten's shaft and began to stroke upwards when her head came back up, and she settled into a steady motion of that for several moments.
Shortly thereafter, however, Jasmine pulled her mouth off of Tamonten's cock only to wrap her breasts around it once more. Pumping the cavern formed by her soft flesh over the possessed swordswoman's rod, Jasmine didn't stop until Tamonten came once more, her mouth sealed around the head and sucking up every drop that her cock spat up for her. As before, Jasmine played with her cum for a moment before swallowing it all down, not letting even a single drop of her seed escape.
As Tamonten laid panting on the mushroom, recovering from her climax, she felt her cock released from the embrace of Jasmine's breasts, and she felt the faerie settle next to her and curl up along her side. "I'd almost feel bad for keeping you on the bottom like this, if you didn't seem to be enjoying yourself as much as you are. Maybe I should let you have a turn, hrm?"
Jasmine let out a high giggle and promptly rolled over, placing herself on top of Tamonten so that the two of them were face to face. She immediately lowered her mouth onto Tamonten's, kissing her deeply and sending her tongue on the offensive, giving her a taste of her own release from what little remained in Jasmine's mouth. As she did, Tamonten felt the faerie priestess take her cock into her hand, guiding it until she felt the still sensitive tip press against something warm and soft, something that quickly enveloped the head and sunk down, taking in the first few inches of Tamonten's cock as Jasmine moaned lewdly into her mouth. The priestess gave a few quick bucks of her hips, her soft inner walls wrapping around her cock and providing more stimulation than either her mouths or her breasts had, but then pulled off completely as Jasmine suddenly dismounted.
Giggling once more, she rolled over and then came back up to her knees, still on top of the gigantic mushroom. "What do you think, hrm? Are you.... Up to it?" Jasmine murmured, her voice sultry and suggestive but also filled with mirth, and perhaps a little bit of teasing. She raised her rounded bottom high and lowered herself until her cheek was pressed against the soft fungus beneath them, and then wiggled her hips suggestively.
The swordswoman simply slumped backward onto the mushroom after riding out her second peak. She vaguely recognized that Jasmine was saying something but it passed through her ears, as though the space between them was empty. Her efforts to puzzle out the details of the faerie's teasing words were cut short as that same faerie's very pleasantly soft and warm body ended up atop her own. Tamonten cooed into the kiss that followed, her pale hand touching at the back of the faerie's head and attempting to pull her deeper into an embrace. A shock ran through her pale body as a hand wrapped around her hypersensitive cock, she tensed and gave a muffled yelp into her partner's mouth; her tongue, which had been content to emulate the motions of Jasmine's, froze.
As she felt herself being guided into Jasmine's hot depths, she whimpered. Throughout the entirety of the, woefully short in her opinion, priestess's latest attentions, the swordswoman whimpered. First the noises she shamelessly made were in anticipation. After anticipation came the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that had heightened into pain from the sensitivity of her demonic tool. But, as Jasmine pulled off, causing the possessed woman's hand to fall away, her whimpering had taken on a pleading tone when it came to an abrupt end, all but vocalizing the words in order to beg her not to stop. The feelings of primal lust completely overwhelmed her when she glanced to see exactly what the priestess was doing and found that perfectly rounded ass high in the air, wiggling like a very enticing target. Tamonten swallowed hard as her brain finally pieced together exactly what the faerie had said.
The lithe warrior slid off of the mushroom, less than gracefully, in order to stand on wobbly legs. Her heart felt ready to pound its way out of her chest as she surveyed her curvy partner's backside. She swallowed again. Something called to her. That same feeling that urged her to force herself down the faerie's throat for relief returned. The two orgasms had done nothing to calm her raging libido. As much as she had enjoyed the guilty pleasures of being at Jasmine's whim, realizing that she had Jasmine at her own whim only sent her further into her hedonistic frenzy.
"Oh, I think I'm up to it. But let me, eh?" She started, slowly gaining confidence with each word. "Lady Jasmine, I think you've ingested too much of that mosquito venom," she teased in her own way. Tamonten sauntered forward, grabbing at both of the rounded cheeks presented to her and squeezing, the left one being accidentally vibrated slightly while in her embrace. Her steady hand trailed toward the priestess's waiting pussy and two fingers played against it. "Well, since you did it all to help me, I think I should return the favor. We'll just have to burn all of that nasty venom out with a bit of exertion." Both hands went for the faerie's waist and gave her a firm tug, attempting to drag Jasmine backward so that the woman's bottom half was hanging off the mushroom, leaving her bent over the unusually large fungus with her legs situated on the ground.
Tamonten leaned over her faerie partner's back, pale index finger pressing between the other woman's labia and poised to push in, and brought her mouth as close to Jasmine's ear as possible. "Or maybe, just maybe," she breathed into the priestess's ear, teasingly stroking her finger in-between the woman's lower lips. "You have your own problems with desire. In which case I'll simply have try to drill all of those naughty thoughts out of you. As a fellow sufferer, of course." The human girl's finger deftly plunged into Jasmine's hole. The swordswoman, herself, pulled herself back upright before promptly sinking into a crouch, conveniently putting her at eye level with the curvy woman's sex.
Her finger did not piston, instead it rubbed along the silky walls of Jasmine's box. It searched for one area in particular, her g-spot. Once found, the lone finger rubbed in a come hither motion, relentless in its ministrations against the sensitive spot. As she continued those motions with her finger, Tamonten moved her mouth to the faerie's loins; her tongue came out and gave Jasmine's clit a short lick. She went in for a second lick, and a third, and before long she had built up a steady rhythm, her finger working at the priestess's insides while the human's tongue ran circuits across her sensitive button.
There was no gentle build-up to speak of, unlike the encounter before. In no time at all the swordswoman was going all out in pleasuring her partner's cunny. Her tongue firmly pressed against its target and a second finger was included in her motions on the other woman's g-spot. The startling flow of energy returned, pressing her even further until she had hit the height of her dexterity and simply couldn't stimulate her partner any faster. And when the faerie could take no more, Tamonten resolved to give her more by closing her mouth around the woman's clit and sucking while her fingers continued their assault. Her attentions only ceased once the faerie had ridden out the entirety of an orgasm to match, and maybe even exceed, the human's own.
She unashamedly drank the resulting fluids down like a woman dying of dehydration, remembering the honeyed taste Jasmine had held during their first encounter. And she felt so alive, having given into her primal lust. Her body brimmed with the energy that she had siphoned from the priestess. Tamonten wanted to roar to the very heavens. But the key was that she felt alive, she wasn't completely without a sense of embarrassment--yet, anyway. Some part of her brain, at least, would have rebelled against her for inviting every gawking member of the fey within a mile to come see the show.
No, instead she withdrew her finger from Jasmine and returned to her feet in order to lean over the faerie again. Her pale hand moved to the back of the priestess's head, forcing her to turn just enough for Tamonten to maneuver for a savage kiss. The human couldn't tell exactly how long she held the kiss for, but she simply wouldn't let Jasmine's mouth leave hers. Her tongue was wholly on the offensive, exploring her partner with abandon.
It came to an end without words as she pulled away and slid behind the faerie yet again. And it was in that silence, with the exception of a few erratic breaths, that Tamonten impatiently guided her cock to the entrance of Jasmine's pussy. Her sensitivity had faded as she had played with her partner, but her erection was as hard as it had ever been. Without vocal warning, her hands grabbed at the priestess's waist and she slid herself in, letting out a long groan as she pushed herself all the way into her partner's depths.
She began to frantically pump the faerie's womanhood. There was no grace to what she was doing, just rhythm and power. Animal lust and an excess of energy overwhelmed her every thought. They led her to fuck Jasmine relentlessly. It was the opposite of what she had done with Krig, but the pleasure was still there. She felt different and free, taking the lead. Tamonten only slowed down from her motions once, in order to grab the faerie's wrists. She tugged, only a little roughly, forcing the priestess to arch her back as the human pounded her. With her grip on the faerie's arms, the pace quickly redoubled, fueled by the energy she was taking.
If Jasmine didn't stop her, the sex-fueled swordswoman was ready to continue right up until they had both cum, and well beyond that.
Tamonten: HP = 81, PP = 57, EP = 62, Status = Fine
Jasmine simply giggled again at Tamonten's suggestion, and wiggled her voluptuous bottom alluringly, and that was a tempting sight that the swordswoman didn't let pass for long at all. The faerie let out an excited sigh as Tamonten's hands took a hold of her rounded cheeks, and repeated the sound with greater intensity as her pale hand reached down and rubbed against her folds, finding them already damp with Jasmine's juices. Giving another pleased giggle at Tamonten's suggestion on how they could work the "venom" out of her system by way of exertion, she replied; "Mmmmm..... I can support that line of thinking!" She offered no resistance to Tamonten's attempt to move her, sidling carefully backwards and climbing off of the mushroom so that her bottom was still hanging out, and her breasts were pressed against the soft surface of the gigantic fungus. She did raise and then turn her head to grin back at Tamonten however, her eyes wide with arousal.
Those golden green eyes widened as Tamonten slowly bent over as well, sliding along Jasmine's back while her index finger slid across the faerie's petals, every motion causing the woman beneath her to tremble with desire. Jasmine closed her eyes and shivered when Tamonten drew nearer, letting out a wordless gasp as the possessed woman whispered into her ear, delivering a supposition that the green woman did nothing to dispel as her hips began to roll, pressing her folds against Tamonten's poised finger eagerly, and then letting out a long moan that was nearly high enough in pitch and volume to be considered a scream when she finally slipped her finger into the faerie's dripping sex.
As she began her slow rhythmic search of the faerie's womanhood, Tamonten felt Jasmine's inner walls pulsating steadily, and also felt the same rush of energy that she had experienced when she had fucked Krig earlier, similar but different to the almost unnoticed sensation she had received when the faerie had been tending to her desires earlier. Her target was easy enough to find, and Jasmine gave a powerful shudder and another long, loud moan as Tamonten began to rub against her g-spot, and repeated the sound only louder as her tongue came to lick the faerie's sensitive nub a moment later. With so much stimulation at once and her already heavy excitement following her own performance upon Tamonten, Jasmine didn't take long at all, particularly after Tamonten added her second finger into the mix, before letting out a loud cry of pleasure as her inner walls spasmed wildly around Tamonten's fingers.
A stream of her honey-flavored juices ran out of her flower as she came, accompanied by a rush of energy easily matching what Krig had been able to put out earlier, and her orgasm seemed to go on for nearly a minute as Tamonten sucked on her clit, causing her to receive a thick coating of Jasmine's cum upon her face. When she finally did come down from her climax, Jasmine laid panting upon the mushroom, occasionally twitching in such a way that her rounded bottom jiggled wonderfully. Her eyes were closed as Tamonten came up along her back again, and Jasmine let out a low coo filled with wanton desire as the swordswoman claimed her mouth in a kiss, allowing Tamonten to take the role of aggressor without resisting, though her own tongue did dance playfully with Tamonten's as the girl explored her mouth.
The faerie let out a displeased coo as Tamonten withdrew from the kiss, and looked up at her with wide eyes that pleaded for further stimulation. Or at least, they looked pleading up until Jasmine realized what Tamonten was about to do, at which point she let out a sultry moan and raised her bottom slightly. One thrust was all that it took for Tamonten to impale the lustful faerie woman, who pushed back into her demonic rod with enough strength to take it into the base instantly. Though her hypersensitivity from her previous orgasms might have faded, Jasmine's flower squeezed around her rod so tightly that Tamonten thought that she was going to cum again right after the first thrust, and as artless as they might be there was no doubt that Tamonten's wild, powerful thrusts were getting the job done admirably as Jasmine seemed to go wild beneath her, bucking back with as much force as her increasingly weakened body could manage.
The woman let out a moan of mixed frustration and lust as Tamonten grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms behind her and causing her to arch her back, and Jasmine seemed just as animalistic with lust as she moaned beneath the possessed woman's ministrations. Her hips continued their motions, and if anything pulling her arms had only caused her inner walls to clamp all the harder, and to fuck Tamonten back even harder than before. As their combined lust rose to a fevered pitch, Tamonten felt an increasing rush of the faerie priestess's powerful soul flooding into her, though Tamonten didn't know it at the time of course. The increased pace of her thrusts only caused their race to release to speed up, and it wasn't long before Tamonten felt Jasmine begin spasm around her cock, her orgasm beginning as a flood of her spiritual energy was once more gobbled up by Tamonten.
Of course, Jasmine's wild spasming only drew out Tamonten's own release, and as soon as her first spurt of cum erupted into the faerie Jasmine's womanhood suddenly clamped around Tamonten's cock. The motions of her inner walls changed, drawing along the swordswoman's shaft almost like they were milking her cock, and that was more or less exactly what was going on as Tamonten felt every drop of seed that she offered up sucked right out of her, and drawn into the green skinned beauty's waiting womb. Jasmine went silent as Tamonten came inside of her, mouth parted in a silent scream as she came wildly on Tamonten's cock and drew out every drop of sperm that she could possibly spurt out and then some.
When their first mutual climax was finally over, Jasmine was panting heavily once more, her body soaked with sweat and their mixed juices leaking out around Tamonten's magically granted rod. Her eyes were closed again, and her body twitched repeatedly and often as her inner walls occasionally spasmed around Tamonten's length, ghosts of the pleasure that she had been causing earlier shooting up Tamonten's spine. Of course, even as exhausted as she was, it wasn't long before Jasmine began to buck her hips back onto Tamonten's cock again, if the swordswoman didn't start fucking her again first of course. The faerie priestess was set to go on, though she made no attempt to reassert control over their encounter, merely desiring it to go on until both of them were sated.
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Some time later, Jasmine finally passed out from Tamonten's ministrations after one final, mutual climax. Her eyes fluttered into the back of her head, and she simply lost all tension in her body as consciousness left her, the exhaustion of the combined pleasure and the draining of her essence proving too much even for the fey lord. By then, Tamonten felt incredibly energized, having absorbed something like three times as much as she had from Krig not long ago, though what she was going to do with all of that excess energy was up to her to decide. Jasmine would be out for some time at least, but it seemed likely that it would be taken as bad manners if Tamonten just left here there alone, bent over the mushroom and leaking titanic amounts of the swordswoman's semen.
Tamonten leaned on the mushroom after her seventh orgasm of the day. She should have been sated, she probably should have been chafing. In the end, only one of those was in the onset and it certainly wasn't the former. The panting human pulled back to look at her partner's womanhood and only felt all the more aroused for it. The urge to stuff Jasmine full of her seed was overwhelming. She felt like a rutting animal. Her body, suddenly filled with the priestess's incredible energy, responded.
The swordswoman's cock grew in length another few inches. Little, soft nodules formed on it, making it look less human and more demonic in nature, built to stimulate a pussy more effectively. That wasn't the end of it. Above her preexisting rod, her flesh began to expand and engorge. It continued until she had a second, smaller erection covered in a slimy sheen. The way it was lubricated and aligned, there was only one reason for it to exist. She watched it with distant confusion for a moment as it throbbed. Her new cock yearned for release and her body desired much the same. And that's what she set about obtaining.
Tamonten grabbed the faerie's waist again, holding the woman still as she slowly slid her larger rod into her partner's cum-filled sex. The only warning that the human girl gave as to her second cock was the feel of it pressing in-between those rounded asscheeks. She pushed both of her demonic tools into the woman's ass and sex with a deliberate slowness, until the very last second. With only an inch to go, she yanked Jasmine's hips back onto her and thrust forward in order to produce a loud smack. And with that, the mortal girl began the process of relentlessly fucking the priestess again.
She held Jasmine's waist with a death grip, aiding the green woman in thrusting against her as she slammed her own hips forward, producing wet smacks that echoed through the clearing. For all the hypersensitivity of the rod she was pumping her partner's cunny with, her second was fresh. With the tightness of the curvy woman's ass around her other manhood, it wasn't long until her body entered an eighth orgasm. Cum poured into both of Jasmine's holes as the rutting swordswoman surrendered to the pleasure yet again.
And it still wasn't enough. She could feel her two cocks growing inside Jasmine's depths. Her libido still raged. She didn't even pull out, she simply placed her hands on Jasmine's shoulders and pinned her to the mushroom as she began again, her short and powerful thrusts born of primal lust. Not only did it not sate her, she wanted more. Her own pussy craved attention and she obliged it by penetrating herself with her own tail. Before long she had cum again and her cocks had grown again.
She leaned over Jasmine, continuing her efforts with her demonic tools, and wrapped her hands around her to maul her breasts. Again and again, the clearing was filled with the sounds of sex and orgasms and grunts and moans. She had lost count of how many orgasms she had achieved and couldn't begin to keep track of Jasmine's state of being. Her only thought, as everything transpired, was simply "more". Take more of the pleasure and more of the power draining into her body. Pack her partner fuller in an orgiastic display of hedonism and excess. And so she did.
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She had lost track of time. As their primal tryst continued, Tamonten had lost track of everything. She didn't even really feel anything in her loins, anymore, except a burning cold, akin to wearing pants made of ice. Still she continued, overflowing with the sheer amount of energy she had taken from the priestess. But that trickle of the faerie's soul was slowing down. Animal passion seemed ready to come to an end. The human girl wrapped a hand around Jasmine's waist in order to play with her clit as she humped the woman, and pumped her own pussy, with reckless abandon. It was apparently all the faerie could take. The two orgasmed together one last time and the priestess gave up the last dregs of her energy before blacking out.
The sore swordswoman pulled out, watching with some sense of amazement as a waterfall of her cum poured out from Jasmine's holes. She wasn't even sure how much she had been pumping into the priestess after her fourth peak with her green partner. And Tamonten quickly discovered that she, herself, was a mess. Her hair was matted with sweat and her body was soaked with perspiration. The mortal girl's inner thighs were splattered with a mixture of the juices from her own pussy. A mixture of Jasmine's wetness and her own seed had ended up on her front. Her face still had a bit of the priestess's dried girlcum on it.
She took a step backward, still dazed by the savage lust that had overtaken her, and promptly fell on her ass. Her legs and crotch had gone numb an uncertain amount of time before. The swordswoman's head spun. She returned to her feet with difficulty, every motion sending daggers up her spine as blood attempted to return to her legs. There wasn't a part of her body outside of her still-engorged cocks that felt like they were getting much circulation to them at all, even with all the energy she had taken.
Struggling, she stumbled toward the mushroom before catching herself on it for balance. Tamonten took a glance at Jasmine, who was now well and truly unconscious. She wasn't really sure what to feel or what to do for a woman she had just attempted to fuck into a mushroom, it wasn't a problem she had ever dealt with before in her life. So, she gave the woman a warm smile, moved her hand to adjust the faerie's head slightly, and graced her with a soft kiss on the lips, before pulling her own head away. "Sweet dreams, Lady Jasmine," she offered. Then something caught her eye.
She looked left and right, down and up, trying to confirm that nobody was watching. Then, she shifted the priestess, gently rolling her onto her back. Tamonten's pale hand reached out and promptly grabbed one of the woman's breasts. Two squeezes. Her blackened hand then with to one of her own breasts. Two squeezes. The manacled girl weighted herself against Jasmine for a moment... and then dropped her head. Despair. I want to die.
With her curiosity taken care of, and that lingering sense of despair and envy, she let go of Jasmine's breast, barely suppressing the vengeful urge to squeeze a little harder. I can't leave her here. Who knows what might lurk nearby? I'll see if I can't find that river and do a little cleaning before taking her to the flowerbeds.
Lifting Jasmine in a bridal carry was easy enough with how energetic the swordswoman was feeling. Tamonten's legs were slightly less cooperative, but taking it one step at a time she imagined she would be able to get back to the beds. Though she hoped nobody stumbled across them on the trip, having someone discover her taking an unconscious Jasmine, dripping her cum, while sporting two fully erect cocks that didn't seem to want to go soft, might require a bit more explanation than she wanted to offer.
Pick up Jasmine, find yon river in order to wash her and Tamonten up a bit, then deposit dat priestess on one of the flowerbeds!
Tamonten: HP = 81, PP = 57, EP = 62, Status = Fine
To say that Jasmine wasn't a completely willing participant in the debauchery that Tamonten subjected her to would be a lie. The faerie priestess responded to the altered member that was pushed into her sex and the smaller one that slid into her tight ass by letting out another lewd moan and thrusting her hips back, having no trouble at all in taking in both cocks at once. She did turn her head to gaze back at Tamonten just before her rounded bottom was yanked back, burying the last few inches of the lust possessed human's members into her holes, and as such Tamonten was able to watch as Jasmine's eyes rolled up into the back of her head, already cumming again. Following that, Jasmine seemed able to do little but ride out a long string of orgasms under Tamonten's not at all delicate ministrations, her powerful soul flowing out of her steadily while her sex and ass steadily grew tighter.
After Tamonten pulled out following her lover's loss of consciousness, a flood of white cum flowed out of both of Jasmine's abused holes, forming a puddle between her legs. When the faerie was flipped onto her back, her belly was slightly distended even after all of the seed that had flowed out of her, and was still flowing out of her even then. It looked like it might take some time for Jasmine to drain fully, and she was breathing deeply and showing no sign of waking up any time soon either. Whether or not she was having sweet dreams was anyone's guess, as Jasmine didn't stir regardless of what Tamonten did to her at this point.
It was just as Tamonten lifted the unconscious priestess up in a wedding carry that she heard a man's voice suddenly sound almost right behind her, "Heh heh heh..... 'Ello stranja!" No doubt spinning around to view the intruder, Tamonten found a man in a long black overcoat standing a few feet away. He wore fingerless gloves on his hands, and a hood and a violet bandana covered his head and face respectively. His skin, what little of it was visible at least, was pale and had veins visible all across it, and his eyes were a sickly yellow color. He suddenly raised a hand to his side and pulled his coat open, revealing an array of weapons, gadgets, do-dads and treasures the likes of which Tamonten had never imagined could be carried by a single person. "What are ya sellin?"
When she had checked earlier preceding her groping of the unconscious faerie's chest, the glade with the gigantic mushroom and the woods beyond it had been totally empty. Whoever this man was, he was either incredibly sneaky or able to appear out of thin air, quite possibly both. He didn't seem to be hostile, at least, and that was probably a good thing considering she was unarmed and could only sort of walk at the moment. Of course, he didn't so much as bat an eyelash at her nudity, the woman in her arms (or possibly on the ground now) or the two members still standing fully erect from her crotch. In fact, he didn't seem to blink at all, and his face didn't move when he spoke.
On instinct, Tamonten spun to see the man who had greeted her. What instinct didn't account for was the numbness in her legs. By the time her eyes were upon the unusual figure, her legs were no longer holding the swordswoman up. Without even a second to make a decision on how to best maneuver herself, she chose to cushion Jasmine in their shared fall. The unconscious priestess wouldn't be able to defend her own head from smacking into something heavy, and as the mortal girl had grown quite attached to the faerie and her lack of any concussion, she became priority one.
The white-haired woman landed on her ass, yet again, like a sack of rocks. But during In it all, she had kept Jasmine as steady as possible and used her own body to cushion the sleeping woman and prevent her from landing on the ground. Unfortunately, Tamonten's troubles weren't quite over, as the weight of the priestess landed on her crotch. Her mouth shot open in a muted scream as she choked back a yelp that might have alerted the entire forest to her exact location; her eyes twitched and watered from the sheer, undiluted agony of it all. Her two demonic phalli were so overused that it felt like a spiked mace had struck her squarely in her loins. The human's haste in lifting the priestess away from her tender groin might have only been matched by the haste with which she had used her two instruments on the woman earlier.
After she had recovered, the swordswoman gingerly repositioned herself into a kneeling position, gently laying the priestess on the softest bit of ground available, and from there stood up. Her pale hand dabbed at the moisture in her eyes. There was a small silver lining to her ungraceful fall, at least, she had been given the opportunity to calm down a bit. Rather than babbling any of the twenty or so questions which had immediately entered her mind at the stranger's appearance, she decided to move along a line of conversation that might get her an actual answer as to how genuine he was. "I do have some things that I intended to sell, if you're a merchant," she left the question open-ended.
The possessed girl wasn't entirely certain as to the wisdom of it, but the faeries had suggested that she sell the objects and rid herself of them.
Not sure if the fact that her stuff isn't on her right now was going to be hand-waved or not, and the amount of time it would require to explain to dat clueless swordswoman that the merchant enchants, sells, etc. might be an upwards of 10 posts, so shopping list is here. >.>
Selling 13x Darkhearts and 1x Darkbrain.
13x Darkhearts at 25 denarii a piece ending up at 325 denarii.
1x Darkbrain ending up at 100 denarii.
With 50 denarii from starting funds, she ends up with a total of 475 denarii.
Using her new-found wealth to enchant her greatsword 4 times with +2 attack and damage (total of +8).
50 + 75 + 100 + 125 = 350 denarii.
225 denarii and an angel's feather to go! Maybe a few demon's bloods for good measure. >.>
