Protecting the Princess [FIREHEAD]

[Kuragari]

You told yourself that... even as instead you found herself hurriedly trying to strip and promptly impaling herself on your pillar even as she remained half clothed. Her folds were hot, burning, wet, drenched and clinging (3, 1, 1, 2) and you found your focus shifting entirely. The need to mate, to breed, to fuck the Princess good and hard... it was strong. Intense. You needed to make sure she was carrying your child damnit, that her most intimate place and her body was marked as yours.

[Firehead]

I hiss as her soft folds wrap around my pillar soothing my raging erection just a bit, but I needed more. The task of escaping forgotten, I grab her hip and lift her out of my lap only to force her back down. The urge to seed her strong and unrelenting as my thrusts. The horse almost entirely forgotten as my world became nothing but my cock and those heavenly lips suckling upon them. Yes, it would be delightful seeing the Princess gravid with my pups. Losing a bit of control, I put my mouth on her shoulder letting my fangs sink and dimple into her soft flesh as if marking her shoulder with my fangs.

[Kuragari]

She gasps and moans at this, hissing in pleasure as you get more forceful and leave your mark upon her in such a fashion. Her walls cling to you more to show you just how much she is enjoying this, even as a small part of you senses others approaching. Though they seem to be keeping their distance, watching it seems as you pound up and into her. Vaguely... you note that they are the robes of the cultists. And that they seem to be unaffected by the mist... though it seems a few are playing with themselves too.

[Firehead]

Hearing her voice call out to me in pleasure as I speared her on my length, I let her lean back, so I can look down at her form as I continue ravaging her enjoying the sight of her bouncing bosom, and the way her lips stretched around my length. I gazed into her eyes with a deep hunger that let her know what a delightful treat she was for slacking my desires.

Noticing the others watching, I let out a warning snarl just to make sure they continue to keep their distance. I have more important things to worry about than a few peeping Toms. Once I finished ravaging Princess Neila, I could focus my attention on dealing with them. Just needed to get off first, and everything would be clearer.

[Kuragari]

"G~Gurnt... d~don't stop... a~ah... r~rut me... f~fuck... b~breed me... b~breed your P~Princess, s~she, A~AAhhh, s~she commands it!" Neila moaned and panted into your ears, crying out as she came hard around you even as you could feel you were still a bit of a ways away. The robed figures kept their respectful distance, all of them seeming to now be enjoying the show you and the Princess were putting on.

[Firehead]

I smirk as the Princess demands I breed her more. If I'd been in my right state of mind, I'd have wished she hadn't called herself a Princess in front of the others, but it was so hard even remembering they were there as I continued fucking her with an audience. I leaned down pressing my chest against her feeling her soft tits smush against my hardened pecs. "Yes, take my pups. Just like that!" I continued thrusting into her practically stabbing her soft, giving walls with my angry red length focusing my attention on the sensitive points I'd grown familiar with over the last few days.

[Kuragari]

She screams, squeals, and howls in delight as you get more forecful with her, and soon enough she is cumming again as you manage to shove your knot into her once more. It swells and you feel yourself being pushed over the edge, though even then the desire to just keep rutting her remains, to keep plunging into her and fucking her til she's broken in as your personal fuck toy and breeding sleeve...

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Roll 4d6 here, need at least three successes to overcome the lust mist and your arousal

[Firehead]

I groan and grunt feeling her folds squeeze around me as I forcefully rut her with reckless abandon. I needed to make her mine. To reshape her inner cavern to perfectly fit me and make her feel empty when she is without me. No other male could have her as I pistoned into her. Screw the courts and her betrothed. She was mine. (6, 3, 2, 3, 4)Feeling my lust approaching a peak, I slammed into her one last time forcing my knot upon her and howling out my claim on her body.

[Kuragari]

The Princess spasmed and let out a wordless cry of pleasure as she clung to you, her nails even digging into your skin a bit as her eyes rolled up into her head and her tongue lolled out. A perfect expression for your bitch to be wearing as you claimed her as yours. That thought echoed about in your mind... yes, she was yours. No one elses. Though in the haze of lust, that did leave an interesting question...

Did these robed figures intend to try and take her from you? Or did they want something else? If you planned to keep her... you might need to deal with them. But perhaps... a deal could be made, if they didn't wish to take your prize.

[Firehead]

I groan in delight as I feel Princess Neida cling to my body just as her sex clings to my cock. The feeling of her nails digging into my hide only heightened the knowledge of just how well-satisfied she was. I was sure she would never forget that she was my woman no matter what might happen to her though that didn't mean I would be complacent about someone else getting their mitts on her.

As I came down from my pleasure high, I remembered that the robed figures had us surrounded. Keeping one arm on her defensively, I groped around for my blade hoping I hadn't lost it in the chaos. Whether or not I found it I would let out a warning snarl before speaking. "What the hells do you want? She is mine!"

[Kuragari]

"That she is. And we do not wish to take her from you, now that you have claimed her." One of them says, a woman by the sound of it as she steps closer but stays just far enough that your sword cannot reach her. "At best, we would simply... borrow her, with you free to come along and watch we would make use of her for. Perhaps you could even take part in it."

Your mind is still hazed with possessive inclinations at the moment, though you recall before the cult had captured her, intent on using her for some carnal, corrupt ritual of some sort. Did they still desire such?

[Firehead]

I snarled when she mentioned wanting to borrow her for some purpose. Were these remnants escaped from the cultists I'd rescued her from, or had word of her escape made it out before the Count's men had descended on them? Either way, it seemed they wanted to perform their ritual.

I had no intention of handing her over even to be borrowed, but this was a good opportunity to get information, so I held back my bile as I continued. "Who are you people, and what do you even want with her?!?" Holding her close, tried to keep my eyes mostly on the woman speaking while taking short moments to look around to try and figure out how many figures are surrounding us while I kept her talking.

[Kuragari]

"We are the people who shall revive the old ways... as for what we want with her, the carnal energies of the nobility are valued more richly by our God. Even a single ritual orgy with the Princess there would be enough to provide our deity with quite a bounty of energy to feed his power, and thus our own~" She replies with a smile. She then inclines her head towards you and purrs, "We could even make sure she remains yours... unable to be away from you for long, and entirely submissive to your desires, your whims."

Neila herself remains out of it, in bliss from the rough fucking and the knotting. She occasionally squirms atop you, wriggling in her euphoria.

[Firehead]

The old ways didn't really tell me much about what they wanted, but I didn't think I was going to get a full explanation in this situation. Maybe if I actually agreed to let gods only knows how many men lay there hands on her in this orgy of there's, but I had no intention on giving her up. Especially for this sort of thing. I felt my cock twitch when she mentioned making her completely mine, but I was satisfied I could make her mine well enough on my own.

The problem was how I was going to ward them all off on my own. For now, they still had hope that I would hand her over willingly, and nobody wanted to make the first move and be the one who'd definitely taste my blade. I gave Neila a shake hoping I could wake her up. I'd lost track of her bow in the chaos, but her magic should be helpful if I could just break her out of this stupor.

[Kuragari]

(1, 1, 5)

Sadly, Neila it seems was so exceptionally lost in things. All shaking her did was make her start to ride you to the best of her ability again, which made your cock twitch and throb some more. The woman chuckled perversely at this as she purred, "You could even take part in the ritual, and be the one leading it, if you are so reluctant to let her out of your grasp."

[Firehead]

I clenched my teeth as she didn't rouse. Had I gone too hard on her? I doubted they had much intention to harm her, but we were still attached at the crotch, so I certainly would find it awkward to try and fight like that. If I fought and died, she'd suffer the same fate either way only I wouldn't be there for her after it was all over. Still, as a matter of honor, I should give my life up anyway, so why couldn't I? With a sigh, I sheathed my sword. "Fine, but I want to know all the details of what has to happen first."

[Kuragari]

The woman inclines her head, and the others all shift, forming a sort of escort as she gestures for you to come down off the wagon. "You'll enjoy the walk back to our camp. As will she, since you have her knotted upon you so~ I'm a bit envious actually, yours looks bigger than the one I enjoyed last week."

Curiously enough, she doesn't make any move or request for you to leave your weapon behind.

[Firehead]

It was hard not to feel flattered at the compliment, but I kept in mind who they were and what they wanted. Would Neila really provide such a boon to this god of theirs? Would it still be possible to stop it returning? What were these Old Ways that would return if we did? Perhaps I could dig up a few more answers before this was all over.

Still holding my grimace, I sheathed my blade for now not liking how easily they responded to my acceptance as I followed them. Was there no concern I was just buying time to look for a way out? Did they think I wouldn't try or couldn't even if I did?