Return to Savarra [LazyKitsune]

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It doesn't take you very long to leave a nice, slick sheen all across Leah's pleasantly plump body, your tongue wicking up the thick strands of cat boy cream that Cyrus' backed up nuts managed to slather her with. Given how much he seemed to produce in such a relatively short span of time, it's a wonder that your pretty kitty isn't one of Lumia's chosen himself, if the Goddess were as predisposed to the same sorts of things her priestess was. Your licking leads you down the curve of her belly and between her thighs besides, slurping seed off of each of her thick drumsticks until there was nothing more than saliva coating them. Once you've nestled yourself between her legs, she bucks against your face, forcing you to nuzzle all the closer into her welcoming folds. It's a delicate balance, cleaning her properly without robbing her womb of its hard fought winnings, but you manage it well enough. By the time you withdraw, only a stray strand of her pussy juice connects the lips of your mouth to the lips of her sex, which throb in your absence.

The poor girl doesn't need to wait for very long for your touch to return, though. As you clamor over top her, your tail gets to work, flicking against her clit and teasing her folds to the tune of her garbled moans. Cyrus all but shudders as he feels her sloppy worship grow all the more ardent, and the devilish look you give him as you exercise your talents and take him down to the root only worsen his shivering, his hefty cock throbbing as it buries its way down your throat. The spines along his length offer a wonderful sensation as you swiftly bob up and down on him, sucking the delectable mixture of his cum, your juices, and those of the fertility icon beneath you off him all in one. His hand tangles into your hair as you service him so dutifully, his coppery eyes locking with your own as his jaw hangs open slightly, gentle groans escaping his lips all the while. It's a little difficult to get a read on just what he feels, aside from pleasure, of course. Desire? Infatuation? Reverence? It seems even the bard is a little at a loss as to what feelings he has for you.

Provided he remains as much a mainstay in your adventures as he has since your awakening, there will be ample time to help coax them into whatever you desire. But in the moment, you desired his cum, such that it would end up in your tummy and not on Leah's freshly cleaned chest. Getting that much out of him was easy enough. Between the sloppy, hungry suckling offered his balls, and your own oral efforts, it only takes a little while for him to begin reaching his peak. Leah manages to beat him there by little while, her hips raising up off the ground as she squeals into his sack, her hands gripping at his thighs and pulling him into her face all the harder. The sounds of her pleasure seem to aid in Cyrus' release, as he begins to throb hard in your mouth.

"Oh, Mallach... I'm gonna do it again! Aurora, I'm... fff... hhhuuuuck...!"

Every inch of his heavy shaft disappears down your gullet as he reaches his peak, the velvety, fur-like hair above his sex tickling your nose as he unloads another series of fat, sticky ropes for you. It's an impressive amount, given it's his fifth or sixth nut of the evening, but you'd expect nothing less of one of your companions. A few months with you, and maybe you'd be able to get him to shoot even more whenever you helped him ease his burdens. Kyris needn't be the only one with a cum bucket.

[Lazy Kitsune]

I gaze up at Cyrus, my eyes wide and watery, as his shaft is buried deep into my mouth. I catch that expression on his face, and though its hard to pinpoint exactly what he's feeling its clear I've made quite the profound impression on the handsome bard. Perhaps I've inspired him to sing a song about me. Would he write me a ballad, like the bards of old used to, and bring my story back into the world? Should he ever lack for a muse, I was more than happy to put that old hat back on again and inspire his balls dry all night. I moan my consent, and my eagerness, as he declares he's reaching his climax. Swallowing his cock whole and kissing the base, I take his seed right into my throat, rolling my tongue around the underside of his shaft until it was time to slowly slide my mouth back, letting the last dollops of his cum fall upon my tongue. I swallowed down the first few strands as they came, but ever the generous lover I hold the remainder on my mouth as I pull off of his spit cleaned cock with a wet pop. Leaning down, I plant my lips over Leah's and share with her the (for now) final climax of Cyrus for the evening.

With that done, I roll onto my back with a sigh and rest my cheek against Cyrus's belly. I stretch my legs out, beckoning Leah's focus onto me with a curl of my finger. "Come now, Priestess. My body needs some of that lovely attention to. Why don't you get me nice and ready to meet your uncle by using that tongue of yours?"

I squeeze my tits together, making a show of having what remained of Cyrus's cum on me roll over the curve of my breast into the valley of my cleavage, giving her a wink. I turn to Cyrus, gently stroking his lower back, right above his tail. "You should probably make yourself decent, before the priestess and I turn you on too much and you find yourself forced to ravish our helpless, naked bodies all over again." I give his butt a quick squeeze, before leaning away from him so Leah can focus on cleaning me up completely without a risk of more kitty cream spraying over the both of us.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Your generosity is quite appreciated, as comes apparent by Leah's little blissful noises, trading the taste of Cyrus' balls for the contents found within. The two of you share a sweet little kiss for a few moments, tongues swishing the seed to and fro before you part ways, having given the priestess her share. As you tumble to your side and beckon her over, she flushes darkly, and Cyrus rubs the back of his head bashfully at your suggestion. Though his shaft hangs heavy between his legs, it's still quite plump, and you imagine that if he was made to watch Leah licking his cum off your body for too long, it'd end up springing back to life again despite itself. He must realize it too, as he shuffles away to try and find where his pants had ended up discarded in your hurried disrobing.

It gives the redhead time to sidle up besides you, careful to not let the sticky bounty bestowed on your soft pink skin to cling to her own in the process. She starts slowly, giving you a few kisses along your neck and collarbone as she works herself up to the task, tongue darting out here and there to lap up a few wispy strands of cum that hadn't managed to trickle down to join their brethren between your tits. It's rather cute to watch, the priestess fighting against her more demure personality in the act of giving into her instincts. Her tongue work is gentle for the most part, lapping along the curve of your tits such that she can savor the taste of both your sweat and Cyrus' cream. It takes a little longer, but it's all the more sweet for it, the priestess wicking away the evidence of your passionate lovemaking with careful consideration.

She saves the best for last, steering around your puss so that she could clean your thighs thoroughly before rising back up to tend to you. Perhaps owing to her own sensitivity, she's very tender as she runs her tongue along your sex, doing her best to try and coax the worst of the cat boy's generous offerings out without overstimulating your well-loved folds, as if that was much of a concern for someone of your make. Once she's content that she's managed to slurp enough of it free that the remainder won't spill out into your panties the moment you slip them on, she withdraws, licking the lips and wiping her chin clean in the process. A soft, loving little kiss against your clit indicates she's done.

"I think this is everyone's stuff. I'd honestly hoped to steal Leah's panties as a memento, but I'd forgotten you don't seem to wear any," Seeing things have mostly concluded, Cyrus makes himself known, his kitty cock tucked away into the confines of his pants, though he hasn't yet done up his belt or slipped his shirt on, "I don't think I'm ever going to be able to focus on your sermons again, knowing you're bare under your robes."

In lieu of fully dressing himself, he took the liberty of collecting and neatly folding both yours and Leah's garments. The redhead's flush persists as she pushed herself up onto her feet, although she needs the help of one of the nearby pews to manage, and finds herself distinctly bow-legged besides. She huffs at Cyrus, reaching out for her priestly garb.

"I do have panties! It's just... hard to find ones that fit well," You can practically see the steam shooting out of her ears as she snatches her robes away from him, though she can't be too mad about it, given her follow-up comment, "I could... I could give you a pair if you want, though."

"What's the fun if I don't take them myself?" Cyrus seems well enough back to his chatty self, handing you your clothing once you've managed to collect yourself. He seems to have restrained the worst of his impulses and left your panties untouched, although you imagine it's because he knows they're your only pair, given he bought them for you.

[Lazy Kitsune]

I gently stoke my fingers through the redhead's hair as she works my body over with her lips and tongue. I coo soothingly, whispering words of encouragement and letting out gentle, quiet sighs to share between the two of us to let her know the feel of her lips on my body is greatly appreciated. Once she brings her attention between my legs, I press my palm my firmly against the back of her head. I don't force her deeper within, letting her decide the depth and pace at which she cleans my folds. But I keep my hand felt as a reassurance - that I'm here to guide her should it be needed, but I'm enjoying the work she's doing without that guidance. My smile widens as I see her kiss my clit goodbye and I pat her head for a job well done. Sitting upright, I lean down and cup her cheeks to give her one more kiss before it was time to start gathering up our clothes.

I collect the various pieces of my outfit strewn about the church, redressing myself as I listen in to Leah and Cyrus's teasing back and forth. "Sounds like you'll just have to wear panties next time we come around, Leah. I'd love to see how wet we can get them before we take them off." With my beloved outfit back on, I stretch out my limbs as if relaxing the muscles after a long exercise. Arguably exactly what had happened, though I doubt anyone you pay to take you through that routine would be called a fitness instructor.

Though we had gotten cleaned up for a reason. A reason worth resisting the constant temptation to just start fucking all over again as we worked on getting cleaned up. At least potentially. "So, Leah, care to introduce us to your uncle? I've been hearing so much about him since I've arrived and I'm starting to think if anyone has proper answers about my situation, it'll be him. And if I can somehow help him recover, then I'm more than happy to do that. It's what adventuring heroes do, after all."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

With everyone properly dressed again, it's a much simpler affair to focus on the task at hand rather than devolving into a lustful rut. Leah smooths out the last few wrinkles in her pretty white robes, though her hair is still a messy after the surprise orgy you sprung upon her. She clears her throat, as if to banish thoughts of it away and focus more on the task at hand.

"O-Of course. My uncle Heinrich is the actual priest of this temple; I'm just his apprentice. He served as a paladin for the Church of Lumia when he was younger, so I'm sure he knows all about that nasty thing and where it came from," The mere mention of the demon seems to put her on edge, especially when she doesn't have a big, elven pair of tits to bury her face into for comfort, but she manages well enough, "His chambers are towards the back of the temple. I'll show you to them, but like I said before... he's scarcely left them in weeks."

Her worry for her uncle must supersede her fear, as she's quick to hurry you along. Cyrus, for his part, stops somewhere along the way, deciding it be better for him to simply wait for you to conduct your business.

"If he's that bad off, I don't think seeing me is what he wants right now," The cat boy declares as he sidles up against the wall of the stony corridor, "He still calls me a Mallachite heretic sometimes, y'know."

"He didn't mean it like that! And he only said it because he caught ogling Lady Lumia's bust!"

"If they didn't want me to look, why give the bust such a... well, bust?"

Leah motions to respond, but seems to catch on that he's just trying to get a rise out of her, and decides the better of it. The two of you continue along until you arrive at a thick oak door, nestled into the back of the monastery. Brave as she was beforehand, Leah seems to get a little sheepish as she approaches, and it takes her a few moments to summon up her courage before gently rapping her knuckles against the door.

"U-Uncle? You have a guest," She announces, "She's a friend of Miss Marianne's? She wants to talk to you about the, uhm, the attack."

There's silence. Then, some shuffling from behind the door.

"Living Gods, girl... I told you not to disturb me! I... gah, give me a few moments and see her in. Only her."

The voice that follows sounds proud but... tired. You can only imagine whatever the demon did must have left quite a lasting impact on him. There's more shuffling besides, the sound of a heavy clanking, and then nothing.

"Send her in."

Leah gives you an apologetic little look as she pulls the door open, and stands aside, allowing you entrance to the priest's quarters.

The interior is rather humble, but it's fitting enough for a holy man. Comfortable, utilitarian, but not overly decorative. There's a fine looking desk and chair, with parchment and quill besides, several bookshelves heavy with scrolls and tomes, a nice carpet to keep one's feet warm against the chill of the stones below, and a sturdy looking bed against the north most wall. Atop which sits the man himself.

You weren't sure what you expected, given what sparse descriptions of the man you had received. Someone smaller, perhaps, and more frail besides. The kind of portly, friendly old priest that oversaw weddings and drank just a little too much at festivals. Instead, the man you see before, though he's slouched over the side of his mattress, still seems to have some fight left in him. He's tall and broad, perhaps not as much as Urag or Kyris, but as much as can be expected of a human and retired warrior besides. He's certainly old enough to run a temple, his long red hair having faded from the fiery hues that his niece still sported, streaks of grey beginning to stain it here and there. His face looks weathered, wrinkles in the corners of his steely blue eyes, though any further are covered by salted beard on his jaw, perhaps neat at one point, but no longer so, given his recent traumas. He's at least managed to dress himself, a wool tunic covering his upper body, and a thick blanket over his lap on the off chance he hadn't the time nor inclination to put on pants.

"Lumia above... what possessed that girl to let you into this place?" You don't have too long to appraise him, before his eyes finish their own appraisal of your form, his expression growing even stonier than it had been, "The monster has gotten to you as well, hasn't it? Are you in league with it? Perhaps come to finish what it started? I hope your mistress chose her champion well, if that's the case. There's still fight left in these old bones."

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Hmm?" I murmur, glancing over to Cyrus as he chooses to wait beyond. "You sure? Okay, but don't go following any other recently awaked lust spirits while I'm gone. I called dibs."

There's an uneasy tension in the air as Leah and I approach Heinrich's chambers. As we grew closer it only became clearer and clearer how concerned Leah was over the whole situation. As I await by the door, I gently rest a hand on Leah's shoulder, sensing her discomfort and hoping to offer some reassurance and support.

It seems I'm due to have a private audience with the priest, however. I offer Leah a reassuring smile before pulling my hand from her shoulder and stepping inside. I walk in slowly, taking my time to eye up my surroundings. As delightful as the silence of the church had been for echoing the sounds of lovemaking in the hall towards the entrance, it now felt a little eerie as even the tapping of my feet against the stones below became muffled by the carpet I now stood upon. There was little time to dwell on this tension, however, as the source of it - finally meeting the man I had been hearing about and seeing what exactly the state he's been left in is - sits just before me on the bed up ahead.

I don't have time to throw out one of my usual, instant friend making, much beloved first impressions. My usual bubbly energy when meeting new people is somewhat dampened by the reaction I got from this man. I frown and huff, crossing my arms over my chest, my foot kicking against the carpet below in a back and forth motion. "Oh well excuse me for wanting to see if you were okay. I can promise you, no monsters have gotten to me... At least, none that I didn't invite to me. And even then, I personally wouldn't call them monsters! They were really sweet and just misunderstood! Besides, what girl hasn't fantasized about getting absolutely railed in every hole by a mass of oozing tentacles?"

Realising I was getting side tracked, I coughed, and brushed the wriggling fantasies out of my head aside with a wave of my hand. "Anyway, I'm not in league with anyone, I don't have a mistress, I consider myself more a 'champion of the people' type, like a plucky underdog that's a bit of a misfit but everyone loves me anyway because my heart's in the right place, and I'm not here to finish you off." I pause, tilting my head to the side as I look him over. "Well, maybe not in the way you mean, but you are more ruggedly handsome than I would expect, so..."

I shrug my shoulders. At some point I had started pacing while speaking, and though I had stopped now, I knew myself well enough to know I was going to start again any moment now. "That's not important right now. What is is that I'm here to help. Heeeelp. H-E-L-P. I've never even met this demon that you think I'm working for. But I'm pretty sure the bitch stole my powers... or at least is partly responsible for me not having them all. And she took my freckles away from me. And to make matters worse, she's giving lust and desire a real bad name, so kicking her ass is kind of an important PR move for me as well."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Whether it's out of genuine fatigue, a sense of guilt for accusing you so readily, or simple curiosity, the older gentleman allows you to say your piece. He watches you carefully as you kick and pace across his room, darting from one point to another and declaring your intentions and allegiances. His eyes hold yours for a few precious moments, as if searching for something, anything that might prove his suspicions. Then, his shoulders heave, and he lets out a deep, tired sigh.

"Lumia above, why need you test me so?"

The nerve! As if his Goddess had sent you to try his patience. If it had been her who had awoken you, surely she would have at least given you a rack the size of Leah's as part of the deal. He cups his face for a few moments, as if trying to find his words in the palms of his weathered hands, but eventually affixes you with his gaze again. His eyes are softer than they had been, but his deep blues are still at least a little icy.

"I apologize for the accusations, but you must forgive my suspicions. You bear a striking resemblance to the creature that tore through this area not two weeks ago... Though I am curious as to why you think it might have stolen your powers."

He gives you enough time to explain yourself, what you were, what you remembered, how you came to be again and everything that led up to your visit, barring the last one or two hours for the sake of making Leah's life a little bit easier. To his credit, he listens, allowing you to say everything you need to before rendering his judgement.

"Living Gods, it's worse than I thought," His worries in regards to your potential as an enemy are eased, but he seems to have sprouted a whole new set of worries to replace them. No wonder the guy looked so tired! "There's been talk of... strange things happening since it appeared. If what you say is true, I fear the demon's appearance may have somehow... tainted the lands around Hawkenthorne. I cannot profess to know the finer details of elven lore, nor matters of spirits, but I believe whatever darkness accompanied her must have seeped, on some level, into you, and stirred you from your slumber."

Another deep sigh.

"After our encounter, I knew well the energies she wielded could corrupt and defile, but to think her very presence is enough to darken the very world itself... This is a terrible thing indeed. I hope you truly mean to find and defeat her. I fear the fate of more than just Hawkenthorne rests in being able to stop that monster before it can build itself up and work its magics on the world at large."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Oh dear, it seems my story has made this already very dour man even more dour. Still, he didn't seem to be treating me like an enemy anymore. And, as an added bonus and refreshing change of pace, he actually seemed to believe me about being an ancient spirit. Not a lot of that going around. "I do truly mean to find and defeat her. She's... wrong. I'm sure I would hate her for the reasons you do if I were present for her arrival. But even without that... I can feel how she's impacted the world around her. I felt it when I woke up. Everything that was a part of what made me who I am was tainted, twisted. The very essence in the air of desire and passion had become something dark. I..." I furrow my brow, struggling to find the right words. "I know I don't seem like a typical spirit... I don't speak in a very wise and worldly way and I suppose right now I am more mortal than I'm used to being. But I'm still a part of the world in a way that means I need to stop her. She's disrupted something... important. Intrinsic but intangible. And I just... feel it in my gut that I need to set it right, even as diminished as I am."

I wag my finger in the air. "Though its that last part that's the big issue. I'm very diminished. I seem to be able to regain some of my spiritual energy to participating in things that fuelled me before. Desire, passion, all that fun stuff. But even if I continued like that, it'd take me a lifetime to catch up to where I was once upon a time. I'm hoping that the connection I seem to have with her might be the key to work around that though. Perhaps syphon some of my power back from her. Or maybe even use some of her power against her."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"She should feel wrong. She isn't from this world. She's not even from this plane of existence," The priest seems to scoot a little more upright as he speaks, though it clearly brings him some level of discomfort to do so, but for all his grumpiness, he at least has a certain resolve to him, a spirit that remains unbroken despite his run-in with the demon, "I won't bore you with a history lesson: Lumia knows I'm no scholar to begin with, but in the period between you last may have walked among us, however long ago that was, Savarra has known her ilk before. The last time horrors came pouring out of strange portals and beset the land with corruption, it took the intervention of the Living Gods to turn the tides and save us from ruination. The world you walk now is... lesser, than what it had been in the times before the Godswar. A token of such creature's esteem."

Whatever his thoughts on your appearance may be, he seems to at least warm to you now that you've said your piece on matters of defeating the evil that plagues the Marches. He makes to say something else, but his eyes go wide, and he suddenly lurches over in what looks to be pain at first. But for someone with a keen (and perhaps perverted) eye, you can't help but notice that the blanket over his legs jumped a few inches in tandem with his sudden shift. Although it's rather faint, you can also make out a very familiar smell: a muskiness that is indisputably sexual in nature.

"L-Living Gods, not now... Apologies, Aurora, but my... wound is beginning to get the better of me. I hope you don't think me rude, but unless you need immediate help from me, what little I can give, perhaps we ought to save this discussion for a better time?"

[Lazy Kitsune]

My eyes flit to his blanket, seeing the shift - as noticeable as it was in size. What was also noticeable, at least to a nose as trained for these things as mine, was the smell. A faint musk that started to fill the room, titillating my senses with an irrefutably erotic scent. The priest's words were serious, filling me in on much needed information on the state of the world, and how it had changed so much since I was last here. If this new demon was a precursor to another such invasion, then the strange intertwining of our energies was dropping lower and the list of reasons to stop her in her tracks. However here and now there were clearly other problems to tend to, the aftermath of this creature passing through Hawkethorne. And while these problems were lesser than a potentially cataclysmic invasion, they were clearly vexing Heinrich deeply and limiting his capacity to help both me and the town.

"Actually..." I murmur, slowly approaching the bed in which Heinrich sat. I didn't mean to saunter deliberately as I approached, but such movements tend to come naturally to me - especially when an enticing aroma has entered my senses. "...I was wondering if there was a way I could help you. Leah seemed terribly concerned over your recovery, or lack thereof, from the demon's attack. And it got me thinking... if the demon and I are connected in some way... maybe its within my power to heal you somehow?" I gently glide my hand over his blanket, resting my palm over where I noticed the blanket jump upwards. "What do you think, priest? Is it worth a shot?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Despite himself, the way you move manages to draw the priest's eye to your body. It's easy enough to understand why, especially when you get closer to the poor man. The little whiff of musk you managed to pick up off him only grows stronger, and you can practically feel the tension in his body, which only grows worse as you shorten the distance between the two of you. Grumpy though he might have been, he was a devout follower of a fertility goddess. It only stood to reason that his worship might have given him certain attributes that led one to needing your kind of services, especially if his niece were anything to go by.

"That foolish girl. Sweet, gentle, but foolish all the same... I do not think you would be able to help me with this matter. All my attempts to quell it have been met with failure." Heinrich tries to hold his composure, and project the dignified, stoic aura that befits a solemn defender of his faith. But when your hand moves down between his legs, and finds purchase against his 'wound'? He sucks in a sharp breath, and you feel it buck against your gentle touch.

"Gah! D-Damnable thing... Do not concern yourself with this. That monster, though I managed to fend it off, managed to... defile me, in the struggle," It's somewhat hard to focus on his words as you tenderly stroke what lies beneath his blanket, feeling what must be his cock throb to life under your palm, "I cannot let the others see me like this. Especially not Leah. I can't subject her to... to this monstrosity."

It certainly feels monstrous, whatever it is. An exploratory stroke or two would indicate that whatever had become of his sex, it sloped far down between his legs, hanging heavy beneath the cover that was his blanket. A cover which begins to lift ever higher as your presence encourages his arousal despite himself. As it does, the smell grows all the stronger, and you catch sight of a few long strands of sticky white fluid drip down to the cobbles below. Whatever the demon did to him, it must have gotten poor Heinrich pent up something severe.

[Lazy Kitsune]

As I feel him buck against my hand, I gently squeeze around the shape that now makes its form known against the coverings over his lower body, feeling the pulsing of need start to thrum through his length. "Oh I think you'll find me uniquely qualified to... quell all such ailments. I had helped satisfy gods even before casting off my own mortality." My touch grows softer as he speaks, though the effect it has on his length is evident all the same. And what a length that is, one most men would be proud of. Though understandably Heinrich was not, given the nature in which he had been bestowed with it. Perhaps it would not be such a bothersome... battle scar... should it not have come paired with whatever damnable bane that kept the poor priest pent up and strained. It made sense he would work to keep this from Leah. As flustered as she had been by Cyrus and myself teasing her, and from her own admissions of her limited and selective past experiences, for her own uncle to reveal such a 'problem' to her may leave the poor girl speechless or worse. I had to wonder what went on in the demon's mind as she left Heinrich in this state. Perhaps it was a cruel joke to her, to always remind him of what she did with him before he drove her off. Perhaps it was to prepare him to be reclaimed at a later date as a prized stud. Maybe she left all of her 'lovers' changed in a similar fashion. Or maybe she hoped Heinrich would give in to the relentless hunger that now throbbed between his legs, and would be driven to bedding and corrupting his own niece in a desperate attempt to satiate its needs. Whatever her intent, Heinrich seemed a good man, and it was the least I could do to help ease his burden.

Pulling my hand away from his blanket, I brought the other up towards his cheek, slowly and softly caressing between it and his jaw. "I will not take you unwillingly, as the demon did. I may be forward, but not forceful - it simply isn't my nature. If you want my help, however, you need only ask. We can keep this between the two of us if you would prefer. And if you are interested, I will let you decide how you want me, or if you would prefer to lay down and let me take the lead."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The older fellow's resolve is quite strong. It had to be, if he were truly a paladin who carried his Goddess' favor into battle and defended the innocent from such creatures. Even into his retirement, Heinrich had willingly thrown himself into battle with a beast that few in Hawkethorne could boast contending with. But adhering to such resolve makes one weary, and the fatigue on his face is clear as day when you gently cup his cheek, finger brushing through the wiry hair of his beard. He breathes, and then shudders, the shaft between his legs bucking again as you stroke him through the blanket. The conflict in his pale blue eyes continues for a few more moments, but eventually, he relents, his shoulders slumping.

"I do not wish to inconvenience you, for this old man's sake... But it grows ever harder to deal with by the day," His hands dip down to grasp at the edge of the well-loved blanket, and he begins to peel it to the side. As he does, you're hit the full brunt of the scent that had been brewing beneath it: powerful, mouthwatering, pussy-clenching musk that likes of which you hadn't known in millennia, if ever. A being of desire as you were, the effects were tolerable, if arousing, but you hated to think what would happen if someone more mortal and less... acclimated to such things, like sweet Leah, might have stumbled into such a potent scent.

The smell isn't the only thing to marvel at, however. It might have been a common thing to say a particularly well-endowed gentleman might be 'hung like a horse', but in Heinrich's case, it's quite literal. With the blanket gone, you find yourself staring down an honest to goodness horsecock. The bestial thing hangs down well passed his knees, so heavy that it struggles to stand up all by its lonesome despite the arousal clearing surging through it. It might have been more in place on an actual stallion than a man, but there's a distinct wrongness about it that makes it look alien even if it were dangling between a steed's legs. Thick and angry looking, its foregoes the usual mottling for a pitch black color that almost manages to conceal the veins throbbing up and down it, and the flared head is a bright, proud crimson. Beneath it, a pair of huge balls the size of grapefruits hang, the sack blackened much like the shaft it pairs with. Another shudder runs up Heinrich's spine as it throbs, spilling ropes of pre-cum all over the floor.

"A token of her esteem, she said," Were he in less discomfort, he might have laughed bitterly, "Claimed it was the least she could do, for giving her an adequate warm-up. As if this is anything to covet."

He braces himself on the edge of the bed with his hands, scooting forward so that you have better access to the demonic shaft dangling before you.

"Tend to it as you will. You have my appreciation all the same."

[Lazy Kitsune]

My knees weaken the moment Heinrich's endowment is revealed to me, his full musk falling upon me like a tidal wave of lust. Goodness, it was a good thing he never showed this to Leah, as his neice would have surely become his eager cumdump within seconds, whether he wanted her to or not. I gasp out in open desire, my tongue going to lick my lips but misjudging how widely my mouth gapes open, leading me to simply stick my tongue out and lick at the air as if to taste the musk wafting off of the priest. A lesser man would have used this to claim any woman in town he would have desired. And for all the effect it had on others, it must burden Heinrich with such deep impulses going by how angrily it throbbed and rose once uncovered before my sight. It was truly a testament to this man's strength of will that he had not forced himself upon multiple women by this point, let alone Leah who was constantly alone in the building with him.

I shake off the effects it has on me to turn my eyes back to his. "I will do what I can to relieve you, but its clear this demon has clearly left you with more than just a little gift. This may take some time. I promise it will be time you will consider well spent."

Truthfully, I move with more eagerness for myself than to help him, though I do genuinely want to help the man. But I can't hold back any longer from indulging in that magnificent cock of his. I drop to my knees before him, shrugging off my jacket and casting it aside. The rest of my clothes stay on for the moment as I lean forward, clasping his cock between my hands, feeling its warmth and throbbing unshielded by his blanket. My lips press against his flared tip, coaxing out another one of those heavy dollops of precum so it may fall against my tongue and I can lap it up enjoy his taste. I moan against his tip, kissing around the flare and running my tongue from end to end of his cockhead. My hands run up and down around his medial ring, feeling his girth and getting used to how he reacted to my touch. I followed the guidance of his throbbing and any audible cues he offered up to change my pace and the pressure of my grip. Once I felt I was starting to feel out how he liked it best I pulled back, knowing continuing would only produce more mess and it was best to leave my clothes unstained by tainted cum - at least for now.

Stripping down once again within this church, so soon after re-clothing, I toss my clothes off into the far corner of the room, away from the perceived splash zone - though it was well within the realm of possibility that this cock could surprise me with just how much it was capable of splashing. I give Heinrich a moment to admire my body should he so wish as I returned to his cock, setting his throbbing member to rest against my breasts as I cradled his heavy sack with my hands. "There's quite a lot of you to tend to. Would you rather I be quick with it all or take my time?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The way Heinrich tries to stifle himself is almost rather cute. It's clear enough that despite himself, he enjoys everything you do to him, from your gentle kissing to the way you stroke along the fattest part of his shaft. Corrupted and demonic as it may be, the shaft you so fervently worship is still his very own cock, and he can't help but groan deeply as its handled by a skilled pair of hands. It was hard to say just how long he had gone without unloading the heavy, infernal balls that hung so low beneath his member, to say nothing of what kind of obscene virility the demon might have instilled him with. Even if you could do nothing in terms of 'healing' him to his prior state, it was more than obvious that he needed an outlet for the unnatural lusts wracking him, and there was nowhere better in all the Marches to let them out than with you. Just about everything you do to him in his over aroused state seems to please him, but the flare of his hellish endowment seems especially sensitive, and every time you so much as glance it with your tongue or lips, it flexes mightily, often spilling another huge dollop of pre-cum in the process.

"I... I must confess, I don't think it will make much difference in the long run," He admits through clenched teeth, his hips bucking against you as you rest the hulking shaft between your tits and cradle his nuts, heavy with untold amounts of seed, "I don't doubt in my current state, I won't make for a very good showing of stamina. But I haven't had a moment of peace since she cursed me with this infernal thing. Not even when I found release by my own hand."

Lust and passion were wonderful things indeed, but to be left in a state of constant need, hungering without end? It was certainly fun to tease, to leave a pretty cat boy throbbing in his breeches for a day or two such that his release would be all the more ferocious, but it was cruel to take a man and make his need unending, leaving his lust to consume all that he loved in a desperate need to sate himself. Just another reason you needed to correct what that demon had done to the people of your realm.

"With that in mind... Tend me as you will. I am in your care, but please, give me some respite from this fate."

[Lazy Kitsune]

My face slides lower along his cock as he speaks. I hold my gaze against his, even as I leave firm, wet kisses along the side of his shaft, each smooch accompanied by an audible "mwah" and the sticky sound of my spit slick lips parting with his meaty girth. My cheek feels the warmth of his length as I lower myself further and further, my nose twitching with excitement as I bring myself down to rub it deep against his heavy sack. "Then I'll give you as much respite as I can. As many times as I need to." I say, before running my tongue worshipfully across his balls. My hands work his shaft above, pumping eagerly as I lavish his pent up sack with attention, sucking on each ball and burying my sense of smell and taste deep within his musky testicles.

I moan softly as I work, though my sounds are muffled by such a heavy pair that swung between his lefts. I pull my lips up only once the entirety of his sack glistens with my spit. Drool running down my chin, I start to work my way back up his cock, thrusting my chest out so my tits ran up his length along with my mouth and hands, giving him all the more contact with me to please him with. I gasp as I bring my mouth up to his tip once more and this time I work to take his flared head into my mouth, suckling on the tip tightly before pushing deeper. I take my hands to my tits and wrap them as much around his cock as I can, starting to give him a tit job as I work the first few inches of his cock into my mouth. My longue tongue extended to curl around his shaft, sliding past my lips to explore beyond the reach of my mouth and prepare the inches to come with saliva to ease their passage into me as I began bobbing my head up and down his length.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Your promise does more to ease the poor man than your actions do, if only because your every motion seems to stoke the flames of his lust all the harder. His shaft swells with need as you bury your face into his heavy balls, throbbing mightily with need as you lap and suckle against his weighty sack. The smell around them is intense, and their flavor even more so. It's a raw, primal kind of taste, that fills your senses with an instinctual need to fuck. But there was a process for such things. Poor Heinrich had gone for too long with a proper tending to, and you were more than willing to work him up to a full, powerful, unburdening orgasm, helping drain him of every drop of poison the demon had instilled him with. Your long, flexible tongue does well in lapping up the musky sweat that coated his balls, replacing it with a thin sheen of saliva the glistens in the light of the nearby oil lantern, and all the while, his cock pulses powerfully within your grip, every few strokes earning a deep, involuntary groan from the priest.

Such a monster needs more than just mere hands to satisfy it, though, no matter how skilled the hands may be. As you nestle up nice and close between his muscly thighs, he opens his legs freely, if only to feel more of your touch. The heat of his cock is noticeable and welcome between the valley of your tits, a sticky slickness between your silky soft skin and the tough, bestial hide of his member. His pre-cum and your earlier spit make the noise wonderfully lewd, and it mixes well with his desperate grunting, which only increases in volume when you part your plump lips and open your jaw for him. It's a tough fit, but given that you managed to service Kyris' massive bull cock only days before, you know even your mortal form is capable of taking it. You slurp messily as you bob down on him, easing more and more of the infernal cock into your maw, the soft 'gluking' noise following its flared head beginning to strike the back of your throat.

"Oh... Lumia, it feels divine."

The man can't help himself, praising his Goddess for all the pleasure you offer him. One of his hands falls backwards to steady himself on the bed, and the other finds its way atop your own head, tangling into your silky raven locks and encouraging you to bob all the faster between his legs, the combination of your breasts and mouth more than enough to melt his strained composure away. His hips begin to buck upwards into your motions as you manage to bulge more and more of your throat with his maleness, and around the time your tongue manages to flick along the ring near the middle of his length, he gasps.

"Living Gods, I can't hold it! Faster, please! I'm close! Lumia, am I close!"

[Lazy Kitsune]

The priest was getting into it, and who was I to deny him that? I offered no resistance as he took control of my pace, enjoying the feel of his hand upon my head. I gagged around his cock as my throat got used to such a girthy intrusion. I could take it, but in my current form it would be messier than I would normally handle it. Something about being made to gag and spit all over this thick cock by a holy man made it all the more exciting however. Feeling him force more and more of his cock into my, I followed through with focusing entirely on letting him throat fuck me.

I dropped my hands, letting my tits sway freely under his cock, and placed my palms on his thigh as I worked on getting more of his fat fuck meat into my mouth, puffing out my cheeks with his girth as he pushed deeper inside still. My eyes watered as they looked up at him. Any other woman would be using that gaze to plead for air, but I found myself pleading for him to go harder, to face fuck my brains out, to absolutely ruin me with this monster cock of his. Go on priest, use me as your toy!

With him drawing closer, I worked all the more intensely on his shaft, slurping and suckling on whatever inch he left me at. With his hand on my head, I was mostly at his mercy with how much I could draw back, however, finding myself with a substantial amount of horse cock in my gullet keeping me from doing anything too impressive with my throat movements. It made for an enticing challenge, to be more than just a fuck hole with so much cock keeping me in a fixed position and my powers mostly unavailable to me. I hoped paying particular attention to that ring before me could work in my favour, circling it with my tongue even as he turned my throat into his personal sex toy.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

While their scale is quite close, the rough, sloppy face-fucking that Heinrich lays upon you is a world of difference from your careful servicing of Kyris. Finally having an outlet for his needs, the promise of much needed relief right in front of him, the poor priest can't help but rut against you with all the force he can muster. Your throat is made to mold to the image of his flared manhood, bulging with every hard rock of his hips. Without your tits to milk the lower portions of his shaft, he has little reason to stay on the bed. His feet find purchase on the stony floor beneath, and he pushes himself up off the edge of his resting place, standing on his own two feet again despite the weight between his legs. It's certainly helped by the face he's got half his cock down your throat, your gullet helping support its mass as his other hand falls atop your head as well. You're forced to scoot back just a little, giving him more room to position himself for a proper fucking, and when he seizes your horns, it's clear he intended to race to the much needed finish line.

The next few moments are as a blur. Holding you fast by the curve of your newest accessories, Heinrich pumps himself hard and fast down your throat. The ring that you so carefully lapped at with your tongue grows ever closer with every fervent thrust he makes, and by the time you're kissing its ridge, he groans, loud and guttural. A final shove sees the ring disappear between your lips, several more inches of your throat made to welcome his cock as he hits his peak. His legs near enough give out from under him as he hits his peak, a powerful shudder rippling through his body as he does, and his heavy balls tense as the work a massive load up the length of his beast cock. A few hard, powerful throbs later, and he all but shouts his pleasure, snarling with the sheer, overwhelming force of his release.

Blast after blast of steaming hot demon cum fire down into your stomach, painting your esophagus sticky and white. It's a good thing that he's buried himself as deep as he has, given the sheer force that he seems to throb with. It's likely he would have hit the ceiling with his first couple ropes if you had simply gotten him off between your tits. It keeps going and going, the well-built holy man doubling over atop you as his shaft surges and surges, crying out loud and proud with every strong pulse. It's difficult to say just how much he cums, but you certainly feel your belly begin to distend just a little as he continues to fire off. By the time it starts to wind down, he's near enough frothing at the mouth, and any need for an evening meal is long replaced by the copious amounts of infernal seed he anoints your insides with.

His release beginning to fade, he falls backwards, landing squarely on the bed, his cock pulling free from the depths of your throat, spittle-coated as it is. A final few throbs see hot, heavy ropes of what he deposited within you splattering across your face and shoulders, his thick shaft bucking them this way and that, enough that you could make a game of trying to catch them all. He pants, hard, his face and chest a flush from the sensation, clearly finding himself at the end of what must have been an incredibly powerful orgasm. Yet despite all its force, his prediction seems to ring true: while it drools the fat, milky evidence of its recent expulsion, his cock is just as hard as it was when you fished it from beneath his blanket, if not more so for your efforts. Filled with vigor as you are after taking such a voluminous load, it seems there's much more poison to be milked from Hawkethorne's beloved priest, and you feel just strong enough to take on the job!

[Lazy Kitsune]

Oh fuck yes! Feeling him grip my horns to properly start fucking my face sent a shiver down my spine. I was really starting to love that sensation quite a lot. Grab onto my horns tightly, Heinrich. Use them to fuck my face silly. Repositioned by his desire to thrust into me as freely and wildly as he can, I open my throat up to his onslaught of thrusts, pounding my gullet into submission with a thick, meaty battering ram. I gag, sputter and choke around his cock - all sounds wetly muffled by how large his length was as he and I worked in tandem to fit even more of it within me. As his thick ring passed my lips, I rolled my hips so as to thrust my body upwards as if to fuck my mouth upon his cock as I would my lower holes if they were the ones being stuffed. When the time came for him to pump into me, I was as open for his seed as I could possibly be. Being fed enough cum to satiate any feeling of hunger I had this evening and even leave me feeling a little stuffed, all I can do is swallow and swallow more.

Holy~ fuck~ he tasted good. Not just tasted... it was good before any of the seed reached my tongue. Even the sensation of it blasting directly down my throat carried a warmth that made my body shiver and my thighs grow wet with need. As copious as his release is, it spills up to my mouth even before he pulls his cock back far enough to empty onto my tongue, giving me a taste of his corrupted seed as I continued to swallow it down hungrily. Held in place as he dumps his load into me, his release lasts long enough to fill me up before he starts withdrawing. As he falls back, his cock pulls from my throat, drawing a "gluk, gluk, gluk" from each inch that past up and out of me before his flared head finally popped free of my mouth. I gasped out, my lips smeared in spunk as more dripped from my tongue and onto my tits. Even as I breathed deeply, he proved he still had more to release, as even more ropes of cum find themselves showering my face and shoulders, leaving me once again wearing nothing but cum within this church so soon after being cleaned from my last covering.

"By the gods..." I gasped out once I caught my breath. "Are you trying to make me fall in love with you? Because you're doing a good job." I lick my lips clean of his spunk before I lean forward, breathing deep of his musk once more as I plant a heavy kiss on his balls as thanks for feeding me. "Between you, Kyris and Urag I don't think I'll ever need to pay for a meal in this town. Wow." I pat my belly, sloshing about with corrupted seed as my eyes trace the length of his cock, still throbbing with unnatural need.

"You weren't kidding about being pent up. It seems more drastic measures are needed to help with this tricky beast." I murmur, slowly rising to my feet. With the priest conveniently lying on the bed once more, I move to straddle him, climbing onto the bed over him with my knees aside his hips. I grind his cock against my body, teasing his length with the feeling of my wet and warm pussy rubbing against the side of his shaft as my hands took hold of his length. I look down to the man to give him a reassuring smile, before raising myself up higher so I could angle his flared head against the entrance of my slit and start to lower myself down onto him. My mouth parts into a slow, drawn out moan as I spread myself inch by inch around his flared head, feeling his cock stretch me open. I rock my hips back and forth to grind his length against my inner walls, scratching all the right itches to get me nice and loose to lower further onto him, enveloping him deeper within my warmth. Once I had enough inches inside, I rose again and slowly began bouncing, sinking a little deeper onto his cock with each down thrust while letting him enjoy the sight of my tits shaking with the motion of my movements atop his cock.