Re: Rift Touched
If you only knew~ you muse wickedly as your pussy continues to mold to the shape of his cock with every thrust, which has begun to increase in speed. “Fucking… dammit woman, are you trying to milk me dry?” Hound yells as he grabs your hips and starts thrusting harder into your anus, which you facilitate by thrusting and grinding back into the two in your lower holes as your pleasure rises, along with your rapturous moans. Kraz and Jaz can only groan in pleasure as they almost start fucking your hands as you stroke them, and Heclar hasn’t let go of your head as he guides his shaft down your throat, though he needn’t have bothered as you bob your head quickly down his tool with loud, suctioning slurps. You hold back your pleasure and try to fight and control the lust, both of which are inevitably a losing battle, but you want to make this last as long as possible – the feeling of fullness, the heat, the explicit carnality… you thrive off of it, and off of the attention they give you, and possibly having them writhe in the palm of your hand, armed with the knowledge that you could take away the pleasure they so covet should it strike your fancy. That thought just makes you more turned on, however, and makes you grind, thrust back, suck, and stroke even harder and faster until the sounds of the room fill with fucking, moans, and the snickers and cheers from the remaining five men. You feel your pleasure rising higher, ever closer to your peak as Bradden and Hound pick up the pace, practically pounding into your holes with reckless abandon and shouting obscenities as their pleasure rises, one that Heclar and the goblin twins mimic, who apparently enjoy your hands as they comment how soft your skin is. You feel yourself get closer and closer towards the edge, unable or unwilling to stave the pleasure off even more, and when you feel the cock twitching in your mouth, in your hands, in your pussy, and in your cherry, well, you let go. “What the-?!” Bradden yells in surprise between a grunt of pleasure as you feel his thick, hot rod twitch and spew forth his seed deep into your love tunnel right against your cervix. Your breasts spurt milk over his hands that inevitably escape between his fingers, though you’re too lost in the bliss as your body shakes with wonderful climax – the effect is enhanced by the feeling of sticking warmth you feel in your nethers and bowels as Hound curses and climaxes inside of you as deep as he can go, while Heclar holds out for a few seconds longer, but inevitably pushes his way into your mouth all the way and holds your head against his crotch. You shake, moan, and drink down Heclar’s seed while managing to stroke Kraz and Jaz, and before long they grunt and thrust into your hands before ejaculating a large torrent of their essence across your cheeks and into your hair. As Heclar withdraws with a shudder as you continue to lick and suck along his shaft, you shiver and moan in delight, giggling when Bradden says “Did – Did you j-just lactate? Are you w-with child… oh hells, I think we should keep her, guys; she’s incredible~”. You look down at Bradden as he removes his hands from your breasts and looks at the white cream you left behind before he wipes it off on your legs, running his large hands over your thighs sensually. “No, not with child” you say teasingly as you bask in the afterglow of your release “Just a special little something I can do when I feel good enough… or when someone sucks enough~”.
Kraz and Jaz slump towards the stairs of the stage in front of you and sit down on the steps as they recover, while Heclar looks down at you with a fierce desire as he’s ready to go once again, and it amazes you that when you look into his pink eyes that succubi and incubi can just keep going. Bradden lifts you up slightly with a grunt, though you simply moan as he slides his shaft from you, causing a fair bit of his cum to start leaking down your thighs. “Damn, you’re the perfect woman” Bradden exclaims with a laugh as Hound pulls you back and Bradden pushes you forward, easing you up, though Hound seems content to stay buried inside your ass as he hugs around your stomach, though his left hand does go down to your clit ring and fingers it gently, causing you to gasp and quiver slightly thanks to the now greatly enhanced sensitivity. “Hah, far from it – I have a few perfect ladies in my life, though~” you reply with a chuckle as you close your eyes and lean against Hound’s back as he starts to caress your stomach, enjoying the feeling of rejuvenation, the taste of salty cum, the feeling of warmth on your face and in your love tunnel and stretched pucker. “So you prefer the company of women to men, is it?” Hound grumbles out from behind you, and you nod your head in confirmation. “I do” you say with a content smile on your face as you think of Vivian, of Helena, Xillia, Lula, Leena, Delilah, Astraea, Helena, and Vulgan, the only “man” in your life at the moment. “Nice shapely bodies, soft features, breasts, perfect asses, breasts, kissable lips, pussy… oh yeah, I like women better than men. Not to say I don’t enjoy the company of men, but, well… you can’t deny a woman looks and tastes better~”. This earns a laugh from some of the men, and as you open your eyes you hear Jones, who’s sitting nude and rock hard in a chair, say “Amen to that! That’s a shame, though; you don’t find me dashing or handsome?” You look at the merchant mage, noting his fit but unremarkable body, at least in comparison to the others, though he does look to have a seven inch tool that is half as thick as your wrist. You look at his short hair, his five o’clock shadow, his hazel eyes, and while not as built as the others he definitely takes care of his body. “You’re handsome” you reply after your examination “But I prefer ‘pretty’ and ‘beautiful’ to ‘dashing’ and ‘handsome’, that’s not to say there isn’t a chance…~ but chances are slim, sorry. I’ll fuck you, or be fucked by you, but if you want to get involved, well, that will be different”. Jones shrugs his shoulders and smiles, almost arrogantly, at you and adds “Ah, well, at least I’m handsome. Maybe some other time when we’re all ready to settle down, eh? Until then, let’s keep this party going!” Hound groans as he slowly withdraws himself from you, though you moan in pleasure and clamp onto him tightly as he does so – when his member slips free of your confines he helps you stand up, and when you turn around you see a desire in his, a fire of sorts that is somewhat different from the others now. A look of fancy and admiration, though why you’re not quite sure… perhaps you’re shouting match with him earned you some points on his good side? Either way you’re horny as hells, as usual, and you’ve some guests to attend to – with a wink at Hound and a sway in your step, you finger over the others as you make your way towards Grulop, Kweillyn, Jones, Yennar, and Queeiltar…
7:42 pm
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8:22 pm
“Mmmhmm!” you moan out as you lick your fingers of the latest remnants of the men’s sticky, warm seed… Queeiltar and Heclar’s this time you imagine? You don’t really know as you sit on the steps up to the small stage in the room, but it doesn’t really matter. You’re thoroughly sexually satisfied, and all of the men save Heclar and Hound are thoroughly spent after the fun you had with them, but even these two magical beings are gasping for air beside you, having recently just double penetrated you. You’re nearly thoroughly covered in spunk from head to toe, your anus and vagina are leaking copious amounts of their seed, and the taste and smell of their semen lingers in your mouth and nose. You had well over a dozen climaxes, and each of the men had at least four or five, except Heclar of course who, as an incubus, managed to get a lot more out of his body. In fact, Hound and Heclar even drank from your breasts after having learned of your lactation, and much to your surprise Hound has even been more accommodating to you and has ceased insulting you, and instead seems to be praising you and being sensual with you. You lie back on the steps and lick the cum from your left digits, then your right, and just relax and bask in the wonderful afterglow of hard, rough, thorough sex with your legs spread and your arms splayed out against the top of the steps. “Shit” Heclar’s voice comes from somewhere in front of you, and with a crack of your left eye you grin as you see him stumbling towards the seat in front of him, currently unoccupied as he takes a seat and slinks back “That was the best sex I think I’ve ever had. Say, Colette… you wouldn’t mind traveling with us from now on would you?” You look at Heclar and grin even wider, but shake your head and reply “No… I still have many things left to do here, and I imagine it will take me months before I decide what I want to do”. You look around at the other seats, all of which have the other men lounging in them looking exhausted and satisfied – Bradden found himself another drink and is relaxing comfortably, though he winces whenever he shifts his legs. Kraz and Jaz are snoozing in their seats, resting on their arms, Grulop is stoic and silent with his eyes closed, and you have reminisce fondly of how he lifted your left leg up and pounded you against the wall next to the bed, which you all have avoided and left untouched. Queeiltar was gentle with you throughout, though he had a fondest from your breast… and you might have given him a few titjobs as a result. Yennar was unremarkable and vanilla in his lovemaking, opting for the missionary position atop you while Jones was buried in your ass most of the time from below. Things were hot, heavy, satisfying, and scratched a great deal of your itches, and probably theirs as well. “Ahhh” Jones’ groans pleasurably as he slouches forward and looks you in the eyes with the same confident arrogance that they all share, but he by far has the most striking gaze of all the men “Colette, that was fantastic! You have more than earned your reward; thank you for a wonderful time. It’s a shame you wouldn’t let us mark you up… actually, I’m surprised since you seemed, well, more than willing for anything else actually”.
Hound, who sits next to you, runs his right finger along your left leg and brings a cum covered finger to your lips. You smirk at him before opening your mouth and engulfing the digit, suckling on his finger and devouring the tiny bits of seed as you moan and look him in the eyes, earning a smile from him that seems very out of place. You release Hound’s finger as you look to Jones and shrug your shoulders “I really only want the people I love to mark me up, which some of the tattoos and piercings you see here are the result of. Actually, I have a few more I’m expecting to get, so I don’t want anything to get in the way of that. Now that you mention it, what is your deal with that? I pegged you all for pigs and assholes… maybe not far off, but you’re not what I thought you would be, so why? There has to be a reason behind it, or is it just a thing you do?” Jones ponders your words for a few momenths, placing his right hand underneath his chain and stroking it as he seems to think before finally smiling. “Have you ever heard of Krisfreuka before, Colette?” he finally says as his smile broadens and his eyes seem to glimmer and shine at the mention of the name. “No” you admit as you shake your head, which is currently sticky with seed “Is he an important person?” Jones chuckles darkly and nods at you and says “Oh, a very important person… in fact, Krisfreuka is a god. One that each of us follows”. You furrow your brow in confusion, not terribly well versed with all the gods, but you’re certain you’ve never heard of Krisfreuka before. “Ah, never heard the name I see” Jones observes the confusion on your face and smiles “I’m not surprised, few have – in the beginning it was only me, Grulop, and Kweillyn here. We were adventurers, like you… well, maybe not exactly like you, but the typical adventurer traveling the land, solving problems, venturing into dangerous areas and fighting beasts and monster in the hopes of uncovering valuable treasures and powerful weapons and artifacts. We made do with what we were able to find, but we weren’t terribly wealthy… until one day”. “We were exploring a small cavern to the northwest, near the mountains and the border to Scoleshire, fighting ogres no less. It was more than what would typically have been seen, and quite dangerous, but we prevailed… barely. One of the beasts tore through a hollow part of the cavern, you see, and revealed a shrine connected to an entire temple beneath the stone. In the center of the room was a magnificent golden altar that called to us, and in our ignorance we thought we would plunder the temple of riches and dismantle the altar, until we heard a voice in our heads”. Jones’ eyes take on a glassy, almost reverent look as he loses himself in the memory and continues with a voice full of clarity and confidence “Krisfreuka spoke to us as we neared his altar. He revealed himself as a god of old, older than the current gods and older than the very lands itself. He made us an offer; relinquish society, embrace the disorder and chaos inherent in life itself, and be granted power to seek our fortunes”. You look at Jones and see a reverence in his eyes, also evident in his voice, and a quick glance around the room, even at Hound, reveals a smile on each of their faces as they look to their leader, one that reminds you of disciples of Lequis or other gods.
They’re believers.
“The others soon followed” he points to Hound, Yennar, Kraz and Jaz, Heclar, Queeiltar, and Bradden “Over the years. Others that were disgruntled with society, with social norms, that could not or would not accept anything but the road, or perhaps the call of gold and women. I suppose you could call us disciples, clerics even if you fancy, but it’s much more simple than that. We believe in Krisfreuka, we submit to his simple demand and are in turn rewarded with strength, power, and visions that lead us to fortune. After a time we did not need to delve into danger, but instead pay other adventurers to do it for us. That didn’t stop the bandits and highwaymen from targeting us, but we have an edge that they never account for: The blessings of an Old God”. You’re becoming increasingly wary of Jones and the others, but put it aside for now in favor of curiosity and the fact that they haven’t done anything to you that you didn’t agree to. “And the markings?” you ask curiously, wary even as you glance at Hound who grins at you before you glance back at Jones “What is the purpose of doing that? Does your god ask you to do that?” Jones runs his hand through his short hair and nods “In a manner of speaking he does. Our God has a unique fascination with shame, viewing it as an oddity and a weakness, but also a strength. A strength for those with the power to exploit it, and a weakness in those that succumb to it. A way to deepen our devotion to Krisfreuka, aside from not settling down and rejecting the values of civilization, is to humiliate others. I do not dare assume to know why he demands this, but I do not sense any overt maliciousness. If I were to guess, it would seem to me that he views it as an amusing game or distraction, to see someone humiliated and shamed in front of others, or even shamed in private. Forgive me for saying this, but it’s easier to do with whores since most are lured in by the promises of gold… which I pay them handsomely for after the fact. Believe me, money is not an issue with us at the moment. Actually…” Jones seems to lose himself in thought for a moment before smiling to himself broadly, gazing into your eyes as he nods to himself… and then nods to himself some more before standing up and gesturing you over and adding “Humor me a moment and come see what I have”. You look at the others, yet even Hound as well are all silent as they wait for you. It’s eerie and unsettling to say the least, but you stand up from your spot on slightly shaky legs and make your way passed the chairs towards the wall where Jones hovers over the heavily enchanted chest, muttering something under his breath as his hands glow yellow. He points his hands at the chest just as you arrive next to him in time to see lightning shoot from his hands, strike the chest… and then you watch the enchantments fizzle and fade. He looks to you and smiles before bending down and opens the chest, revealing the contents inside.
“Whoa” you utter in surprise, seeing that the chest itself is note only heavily trapped with enchantments, but has a bottomless bag enchantment as well. You gaze into the chest and see that it extends impossibly far, further than the floor, and inside you see weapons, armor, trinkets, gold… a hells of a lot of gold, actually. Jones bends down and puts his hand in the chest, and certain items sort of… gravitate towards his hand. He pulls up without touching anything and you watch in awe as the items follow his hand towards the top, and once they’re near the top he grabs them each and puts them on the floor before closing the chest. He pulled out a rapier in a scabbard, a pearl necklace, a dagger in a scabbard, a strange stone that changes colors every few seconds, a smooth almost stone-like black dildo, a pair of brown leather boots with three inch heels, and a small pink ribbon. You look at each of the items on the ground as Jones examines them all, dropping into your aura sight to see that they are all enchanted as they thrum with magical power. “No” you say adamantly, figuratively putting your foot down as Jones looks up at you in confusion “I will not let you all mark me like that. The answer is no, and this bribe will not work”. “Oh, you misunderstand” Jones says as he puts his hands in front of him and grins at you, letting his eyes roam over your cum splattered figure unabashedly. You feel no shame at the situation at all and are unaffected by his gaze, which he seems to note as he meets your emerald eyes. You cock an eyebrow at him and wait his response, which he then gives you after a few seconds delay. “I did not realize that you did not want to be marked by but a few people. I can easily change the situation that will leave no markings”. “But” you add dryly “You still want to humiliate me in some way, am I correct in assuming so?” Jones shrugs at you and says slowly “Yes, you are correct, but think about it. You would be helping me and the others deepen our devotion to our god and you would gain a powerful item of your choice, and you might have some fun along the way. Hey, now, hear me out first!” The merchant points towards the rapier on the ground, then to each of the other items and starts to explain their properties to you. “The blade of the rapier is a deep violet and is not only sharper than a normal rapier, capable of piercing better than even a steel made one, but also capable of discharging a powerful magical spear at the users will. The dagger was pried off a bandit that jumped us a while back, and has some sort of black magical enchantment behind it that eats away at the life force of those unlucky enough to be on the receiving end, similar to a poison. This pearl necklace is… interesting to say the least; it works only on women it seems, and gives the woman a fully functioning penis”. You look up in surprise at Jones and blurt out “Seriously?! A woman can grow a cock with this?!” Jones laughs and nods his head “Uh, yeah… might have found that out the hard with a night worker a little while back. With enough coin I convinced her to leave me in peace and part with the trinket – anyways, it does give a woman a penis, but only when worn. She ‘assured’ me that it makes the wearer capable of impregnating other women. Quite the interesting little toy, which leads me to the dildo”. “The dildo” Jones says as he runs his finger across it, and at this point you’re kneeling down and examining the tools right along with him “An adventurer sold to us along the road. He and his significant other had parted on… less than amicable terms it seemed, and he had taken her favorite toy, one that they both received while exploring some old ruins deep in Veilwood forest when they first met”.
Veilwood? you think in surprise I’ve lived there most of my life, but never knew about any ruins! Well, I guess I wouldn’t since the forest is quite big, and I really only lived on the edge. Mom and Dad, even Uncle William much to my surprise, always told me it was dangerous to venture too far into the forest. I guess they might have been right…
“Anyways, it’s obviously old, but was well made and might have seen quite a bit of use. According to the chap that sold it to me he claimed that, when inserted into any orifice, the user could create physical illusions that would… well, have sex with you. Up to four illusions could be made he claimed, and from his ex-wife’s ‘repeated’ use, which might have led to their parting, they are quite tangible and will ‘thrust’ and fuck quite well. These boots are enchanted to increase the speed of the wearer slightly, allowing one to travel greater distances in a shorter amount of time. You won’t be blindingly fast, but you will be just a bit quicker on your feet. Incidentally, they also allow one to kick with greater force and they look fashionable! This stone here, the one that keeps changing colors, is a rare memory stone created by some long dead civilization. They used these to teach and train, or so the scholars say; crush it in the palm of your hand and think of a skill you want to improve and it, one that you already know mind you, will improve your skill in that area. Now this beauty right here” Jones says as he gingerly picks up the pink ribbon and holds it up for both of you to see “Is what I have to offer. Be careful not to touch it”. You look at the simple pink ribbon, knowing full well that it’s enchanted despite its mundane appearance. “Why shouldn’t I touch it?” you ask curiously as you look it over in Jones’ hands “You’re touching it just fine”. “I can touch it because it wasn’t designed to affect men, women on the other hand…” Jones explains as he tries to find the words before continuing “This is a cursed object that only affects women, one of several gender specific items, both cursed or otherwise. It… how do I put this? This item compels the wearer to do something, and releases them from that compulsion once the deed is done or the object is removed or destroyed. It’s a truly powerful object, dangerous in fact in the wrong hands… and I want you to take it”. You shake your head as you lean back in surprise and stammer out “W-What? After you just finished telling me that it’s cursed and only affects women, you want me to take it?” Jones laughs and shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly as he replies without a care in the world “That is correct, but I suppose I should tell you a little more about it, and what I had in mind. True it only affects women, but so long as it’s not active with a command then either can handle it and give it a command, and it cannot compel indefinitely; there must be a clear, concise goal in mind… and you can set conditions behind the goal. Such as… I put a compulsion down to chop down a tree, but you have to count every time you strike the tree and giggle like a girl as you do so, stuff like that. I wouldn’t lie to a potential customer about this – if I did no one would deal with me again – and I doubt any honest person would purchase this item… or could afford what I would ask for it anyways. No, I want you to have it, but on one condition: That I give it a command first and you put it on. If you do that for me, then any one of these items you may choose to take with you, free of charge along with the ribbon itself if you want it”. You look down at the ribbon as you think about it and utter out “Powerful stuff… but what would you have me do? I want to know how it works beforehand”.
- Anal” on your left butt cheek, all of which the men take notice to as you bring your hands up above your head and start to shake your hips as you slowly move three-hundred sixty degrees in place. “Nice tats!” Yennar yells out with a grin, leaning forward in his seat. “A lady that knows what she wants and where she wants it!” Bradden says, winking when you catch his eyes “If you’re looking to get me to marry you, you’re on the right track!” Hound harumphs and adds “You would marry every whore you saw in every backwater town and city”. Bradden chuckles and wags his finger at Hound as he replies with a tone of playfulness “Not every whore, my friend; only the real sluts! The ones that love sex and would do anything in bed. You don’t get tats like that for show unless you really enjoy what you do. She’s probably freaky in the sack, but I guess we’ll find out soon enough how kinky this hot babe is soon enough!” He says it loud enough for you to hear, and when you make eye contact with him again he smiles at you and gives you a thumbs up, making you roll your eyes and smile in amusement, opting to ignore what they say for the most part. You grab onto the pole with your right hand and walk around it, eyeing all the men before you do a little run before grabbing hold and swinging forward, wrapping your left leg around the pole and sliding down as you let go with your left hand and throw your head back. You split your legs as your butt hits the ground and then slowly crawl back up the pole until you’re standing, sticking your butt out to towards Kraz and Jaz. “The slut is stuffed!” Kraz yells, the only way to tell is the scar on his left eye while Jaz adds “She’s got toys inside her cunt and ass! Oh hells yeah, that’s hot!” All the other men lean on the edge of their seats as you shake your butt at them, pressing yourself against the pole before flipping upside down and sliding down the pole once more, splitting your legs apart on your descent. You slowly let yourself down onto your hands, then knees, and crawl towards the edge of the stage facing Grulop. The large orc grins beneath his beard and cocks an eyebrow as you sit up on your knees, bringing your hands behind your white top and undoing some of the laces that hold it in place. After a few moments of adjusting, you tug at the piece and raise your arms up as you pull the top off, revealing your pierced and tattooed breasts to the orc and most of the men on this side of the stage, tossing the fabric down in front of his feet and winking at him. “Use – Me” is visible on your breasts, though you do see Grulop squinting to read what’s on your breasts, however, that glint of recognition that crosses his lips in a lewd smirk tells you that he understands perfectly. Not only that, but “Princess” and the stars are visible along with the rose wreath and tree, and your nipple and navel piercings as well.