In Exile [Firehead]

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Re: In Exile [Firehead]

Postby Ze Blitzkrieg » Thu Aug 25, 2022 10:55 pm

When you reveal yourself from behind the rock, she lets out another shriek.

"AHHHHH! Dog! Rock ate dog!"

Upon closer inspection, however, she seems to realize you are not, in fact, a dog. Perhaps because dogs could not speak, and you were in fact capable of such. She squints warily at you as you explain yourself, holding her cudgel in such a way as to strike you about the knees if you tried anything funny.

"Why you care 'bout long leg? You not long leg, you dog! Big dog!" She insists, dismissing the earlier notion. Still, the fact she hasn't begun battering you with her club indicates she's at least open to diplomacy.

"How big dog get long leg anyway? They keep her in room, big metal sticks, very hard, cannot chew through. Have tried," She insists, indicating some kind of a cell, "Rogu keep key. Only let in for, uhm... how long leg say it?"

She makes a crude thrusting gesture with her hips.

"But me no have one, so no let me in. Stupid Rogu!"
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Re: In Exile [Firehead]

Postby Firehead » Fri Aug 26, 2022 3:52 am

I sighed as she still seemed to understand and didn't even seem to know what I was. "I'm not a Dog. I'm an anthro. I'm like a long leg that looks a bit like a dog. As for why I care about her, her family's worried about her and I want to help them get her back." I listened as she told me about how tightly they had her locked up. I shuddered internally at the goblin's gesture making it abundantly clear just what kind of things these monsters were doing with their captive. Being used to sate the base desires of these monsters could not have been a pleasant fate for a starting adventurer.

She was probably right about the cell being difficult to get into without the key this Rogu had which meant there were few ways to do this. "Well, this Rogu has to sleep eventually, doesn't he? If you can get the key for me, or help me find a way in to take it myself, we could get into the room and free her. Then we can get her out, back to her family, and away from your people including Rogu." I smiled encouragingly hoping to convince her the plan was solid even if it was a little light on the details for now.
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Re: In Exile [Firehead]

Postby Ze Blitzkrieg » Fri Aug 26, 2022 7:50 am

The goblin shook her head, her big ears wobbly to and fro as she did so.

"No work. Rogu sleep light. Try stealing him belt before. No good. Whip me for three days." She practically winces at the memory, but seems to recover quickly enough. To the little creature's credit, however, she does seem to ponder, shifting her weight to-and-fro as she glances around.

"Hnn... Long leg make drink. Brown, bubbly. Feel very good when drink, but sleepy. Steal from long leg, sometime. Rogu like lots. Lok like too. Am Lok. Forget to tell ant-throw. What ant-throw name? Do ant-throw have name? Not important," She waves her clawed hand as if to dismiss the notion, before continuing on. "Ant-throw find bubbly for Lok, yes? Then Lok bring bubbly to Rogu. Rogu drink all bubbly 'cause Rogu DUMMY. Rogu go deep, deep sleep. Lok take key. Lok give key ant-throw, ant-throw take girl and go. But also leave more bubbly for Lok. Lok deserve reward."

She looks to you for your opinion, although you get the idea she's also looking for praise, with how wide her blood red eyes are. Poor thing probably doesn't get much positive reinforcement where she's from.
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Re: In Exile [Firehead]

Postby Firehead » Sun Aug 28, 2022 1:54 am

I sighed as it turned out my plan wouldn't really work. If their leader didn't sleep heavy enough to swipe things, he would have to try something more dangerous, but he couldn't just abandon the girl to these savages. Then his accomplice proposed a different plan. It sounded like their captive was somehow making her own beer, and the goblins were pretty lightweight when it came to alcohol. "Right, it's nice to meet you, Lok. I'm..." He hesitated a moment as he almost told her his real name but figured it was best to stick to his alias just in case. "...Yanus."

He thought it over for a moment. "Yes, I think I know what kind of drink you're referring to. If I go back to town, I can bring some back..." I stopped as I remembered how long it had taken me half of a day to get here. To get back to town and back here, I'd have to leave Chel in their clutches for another day, but without a better plan, he might have no choice. The rough part would be telling the hostess what was happening to her cousin.

Noticing the look Lok was giving him, he figured she must not get much praise from her compatriots despite the fact that she seemed rather devious and clever even if not particularly smart. "Yes, I think that should be a workable plan. Thank you very much, you've already been a great help. It'll take me about a day to get what I need and get back here. We should meet about the same time tomorrow. I think it's best you tell me where to meet you though."
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Re: In Exile [Firehead]

Postby Ze Blitzkrieg » Mon Aug 29, 2022 12:31 am

Lok practically beams, showing the impressive set of razor-sharp chompers her kind has on offer.

"Yes, yes! Lok plan good! Very good!"

She scrambles to recollect her helmet, although she is still very wary around the rock she had previously been assaulting. She hastily piles the handful of scraps she had collected into them, then turns to you.

"Is long-leg place this way!" Lok points off into the distance, "Sometime sneak in, steal chicken. Big cow-house, not many long-leg. Meet Lok behind cow-house. Bring bubbly!"

It seems as though she's referring to some kind of farm, which isn't entirely unexpected, given the fairly empty countryside. With this insistence, the little goblin proceeds to trot off towards the fortress, but not before turning around and waving at you.

"Remember, extra bubbly for Lok! Lok like bubbly!"
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Re: In Exile [Firehead]

Postby Firehead » Tue Aug 30, 2022 2:33 am

I was a bit surprised that my simple words seemed to fill her with so much pride. Were her people really that cold to her? As she told me about meeting at one of the farms nearby making sure it was in the general direction of the city before nodding in approval. "Yes, that should do for a meeting place." I decided I'd head in that direction on my way back noting where the place was before I turned back towards the city.

I sighed at her reminder, "Yes, yes, I'll remember the extra. Just remember, we need to keep enough to get Rogu to sleep." I wasn't sure how much to bring, but considering they were pretty small and didn't know how to make the stuff themselves, they were probably fairly lightweight. Still, if I didn't bring enough to both put Rogu to sleep and satisfy Lok, I could just have to convince her that I'd return with more once the girl was back home. With things settled, I waved goodby to the goblin woman and started making my way back.
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Re: In Exile [Firehead]

Postby Ze Blitzkrieg » Thu Sep 01, 2022 2:12 am

You make the return trek to Goldcrest empty handed but not entirely discouraged. You'd have to find a way to procure the liquor, an easy enough task considering your would-be employer was the keeper of a tavern, although explaining why you'd need it would certainly be a challenge. You manage to find your way back into the city without trouble, the sun beginning to fall as you approach the Haystack for a second time. The place seems more lively than it had been when you left, with laborers returning from their day filing in and out of it and the neighboring buildings.

Of course, the laborers aren't the only thing that's causing a bit of a ruckus as you see yourself inside.

"Oh, dear, there he is now. See, he's back!" The innkeeper from earlier calls out as she spots you, to what appears to be a distraught customer. One who, on closer inspection, is someone quite familiar to you. The patron she had been tending to is Ophelia herself, and to your shock, she looks to be quite heavily into her cups!

"Well, I'un care! Hesh'uh wan who leff me... I'un wann'em any more..." The princess you had sworn to protect shoots you a bleary glare from her shaky position atop the stools lining the bar, her cheeks thoroughly flushed from the alcohol no doubt coursing through her system. "An'... an' we juss got married, too!"

"Now, now... He didn't leave you. He just went on an errand, see?" The barkeep soothes, shooting an apologetic look to you. As you approach, she leans away from your charge, whispering conspiratorially.

"I'm so sorry! She seemed so nervous and lost when you were gone I offered her some of our stronger mead to ease her nerves. She took quite a liking to it, but if I'd known she couldn't hold her liquor, I would have never given her any!"

"H-Hey... Sstop... Stop ignorin' me! What're you whisshperin' about? I'un... I'un like secrets..." The drunken royal pipes up, nearly falling off her seat as she leans towards the two of you to get a better listen.
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Re: In Exile [Firehead]

Postby Firehead » Sat Sep 03, 2022 3:11 am

I sighed having to return not quite empty-handed. At the very least, I knew what happened and had a plan to take care of it. The hard part would be explaining it. Telling her I needed to get the leader of the goblins drunk to steal a key would probably suffice, but how was I to explain that a goblin was assisting me in the endeavor? I might have to pretend I learned about them being light weights from overhearing the guards chatting. Still, as it would turn out, I had more immediate issues to deal with.

I had never seen the princess this drunk. Granted, I had never seen her imbibe anything but wine, but that wasn't exactly something common folk could get used to drinking. At the very least, it seemed she had continued to stick to our cover even as inebriated as she was. I could at least let out a sigh of relief at that much. I nodded as the waitress told me what had happened. "It's fine, you had no way of knowing this would happen. I had no idea my absence would upset her like this."

I got a bit nervous when she got on the subject of secrets considering we had our own secrets. "No secrets, YuYu. She was just explaining what happened while I was away." I moved over towards her carefully ready to stop if she pulled away considering how upset she seemed to be with my absence. She had told me she understood, but it seemed that had been untrue, and I found myself racking my brain wondering if I'd missed any sign during our last interaction. "C'mon honey, can we discuss this in private?"
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Re: In Exile [Firehead]

Postby Ze Blitzkrieg » Tue Sep 13, 2022 6:48 pm

"I'un... *hic* wanna go n'where! I'un wanna..."

The princess beats weakly against your chest a few times with her fists as you step forward, but it becomes readily apparent she isn't exactly in any kind of state to fight with you, or anyone for that matter. The bartender, still sheepish in her demeanor, presents you with a crude iron key.

"Here... it's for one of the rooms upstairs. First one on the right. I figured I'd do the courtesy of at least lodging you two... We'll talk about Chel tomorrow. I'm sure you didn't have much luck in finding her at the fort."
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Re: In Exile [Firehead]

Postby Firehead » Wed Sep 14, 2022 2:15 am

As she beat my chest, I wrapped my arms around Ophelia holding her tight to my chest while trying to ignore the feeling of her bosom pressed against me. "C'mon, let's just get somewhere quiet. where you can rest." From her state, I figured it would probably be better to let her sleep it off and talk about it in the morning. She was clearly upset with me leaving, and I would need to leave again, but I wanted to console her as best as I could.

Slowly I reached for the key slightly glad this had given me an out from explaining what had happened at the fort. "Thanks, it's a little more complicated than that, but I can explain better in the morning. C'mon, YuYu." With that, I made my way upstairs to the room I would be sharing with the Princess tonight.
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Re: In Exile [Firehead]

Postby Ze Blitzkrieg » Sun Sep 18, 2022 12:46 am

It takes you a share of time to get the princess up the stairs, if only because she's drunk enough that balance is more of a suggestion than a hard and fast rule, but you do manage it. The room provided to you is small, but well furnished, with a comfortable looking bed fit for two, although you imagine your size would make it a bit snug if you were to share it with the princess. There's also a desk with a chair, and a chest, presumably to store belongings. A draped window overlooks the street below.

"G...Get offa me..." The princess slurs, planting her hands on your chest and shoving, although it does little more than cause her to tumble backwards. Thankfully, the size of the room ensures it is onto the bed. She huffs as she flops onto it, glaring at you through bleary eyes. "Y... Yer uh jerk... Leff me..."

She continues to murmur, but it's largely unintelligible gibberish, her inebriation working in concert with her exhaustion no doubt.
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Re: In Exile [Firehead]

Postby Firehead » Mon Sep 19, 2022 10:09 pm

I did my best to avoid any accidents as the Princess stumbled about drunkenly even with my arms wrapped around her, but I thankfully got her to the room without incident. I shouldn't have been surprised by the single bed, we were pretending to be a couple after all, but I wasn't so sure about sharing a bed with the Princess, but I had more important problems to deal with.

As she pushes away from me falling on the bed, I wondered what to do. I could just tuck her in and let her sleep it off, but I wasn't sure how much of her anger was from the drink and would pass. I also wasn't really sure what to do to make things better. Probably best to not bring up the fact that I'd have to leave her unattended again tomorrow until she was feeling a bit better.

For now, I figured it was best to console her and see how things go before deciding if I should try to talk it out now or in the morning. Taking a seat in the bed, I put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you would be so upset with me for leaving." I went through the last conversation we'd had in my head wondering if I'd missed something. Did she hide how bothered she was, or had I simply not been paying attention? "Please, talk to me, so this can work."
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Re: In Exile [Firehead]

Postby Ze Blitzkrieg » Wed Sep 21, 2022 5:47 pm

The princess continues to murmur and mutter to herself, weakly brushing at your hand with her own to get you off of her. She's clearly not in much of a state to reply, and as she wriggles against the sheets, you find her breathing begins to steady out. In record time, she appears to have fallen asleep, undoubtedly assisted by the copious alcohol she had imbibed in your absence. In the handful of quiet moments, lit by the flickering of the lantern that the innkeeper had undoubtedly set up in anticipation of your return, you're able to appreciate just how beautiful your charge truly is. Without all the pomp and ceremony of court, she's left her hair down these past few days, tussled and messy from her inebriated wiggling, but still glossy and soft as it frames the soft lines of her face. She's always been pretty, and without the stressors of the wakeful world, it seems an expression of serenity found its way upon her delicate features, still flushed by the effects of the liquor.

You find your eyes drawn to her sweet, soft lips, if only because the alternative is to focus on her body. The queen had always been a rather... voluptuous woman, and there were more than one of your colleagues within the castle's guard that expressed envy that the king could lay with such a gorgeous woman night after night. Their daughter had clearly taken after her mother's example. In court, she would've been dressed modestly, to keep her curvaceous nature hidden as well as one could, but in the clothes of a peasant as she was now, her figure was undeniable. Her heavy breasts tented the fabric of her dress, the loose fabric draping over each huge mound to leave little to the imagination. Her way her waist flared as it reached her wide, breed worthy hips. The curve of her big, generous ass. Those thick thigh, terminating into long, slender legs. Men would kill for the chance to bed her, to make her scream their name and bear their children. Yet there she lay, vulnerable, with her body on display to nobody but yourself.

... It isn't clear what exactly came over you in those moments. Instincts left buried by duty and honor, perhaps, but you find yourself in control of yourself once more as you peel your eyes off the sleeping royal. Perhaps the weeks on the road had been heavy on you as well. You hadn't the opportunity to... relieve your urges, with the princess as your constant companion. Perhaps it was a good idea to do so. Whether or not a hand would do was debatable, and where you'd go to blow off that steam if not there with the princess was another obstacle. There was the idea of finding a woman. It was a tavern, and you do recall tales of adventurers using their riches to bed their way across the inns and bars of the kingdoms. Of course, you hadn't much coin to your name. The innkeeper had left certain... implications, as to your payment, though. Perhaps she'd be willing to indulge you; it did seem as though the humans of this kingdom were more open to relations with your kind, and the thought of bedding a woman of another race had its titillating prospects.

Of course, there was already a human you could bed. Ophelia may have been your princess, but Yufie was your wife. Nobody would blame a man for taking his bride in the privacy of their own room, and you doubted she'd remember much of what happened if you were diligent in cleaning up afterwards.
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Re: In Exile [Firehead]

Postby Firehead » Fri Sep 23, 2022 11:31 pm

I let out a sigh as she drifts off to sleep. I was actually a bit relieved that I could delay speaking about this til the morning and not just because she wouldn't still be drunk during it. I brush a strand of hair from her face as I watch her for a moment. She'd always been beautiful though the difference in her social standing and my duty had always made me careful to always keep such thoughts closely guarded from everyone. Involuntarily, I find my eyes drifting down her figure. Her mother had likewise looked stunning as well. Once or twice I'd even seen paintings of the Queen when she was Ophelia's age and had been shocked by how uncanny the resemblance had been. As my eyes drift below her stomach, I finally catch myself tearing my eyes away from her form. This wasn't right, even if the Kingdom had fallen, she was still its Princess, and if it was ever restored, she would need to ascend the throne. Still, that was in the future, and in the present, my erection was demanding attention.

It must have been the days of stress and worrying about survival that had let me get so riled up without noticing it. Without a secure place to rest or sleep, I had barely let the Princess out of my sight for more than a few moments at a time and never out of earshot, so even if I'd noticed, there wouldn't have been a chance to take care of it. Now, we were someplace safe, my desires were making themselves known and demanding satisfaction after being ignored for so long. We didn't have enough coin for me to be whoring. I could try approaching the barkeeper, but I couldn't imagine it would work too well without explaining what I'd found, and I doubted she would be too interested in fooling around after hearing what had happened to her cousin. Best to save approaching her until her family was safe. Leaving the room was also risky. Considering how upset she had been, I didn't want to risk her waking up while I was gone and wondering where I was. If I was careful, I could probably take care of it myself without disturbing her, but...

I found myself glancing back to Ophelia, or Yuffie as we were now calling her. I couldn't so something like that, could I? Not only was it inappropriate for me to consider such thoughts with the Princess, but there would be no question that in her current state I'd be taking advantage of her, yet I could feel myself throbbing in my shorts as I glanced back at her again. As I considered it, I realized that while passing ourselves off as newlyweds, it would seem weird if we never had sex. For her safety, we had to keep our cover, or she would be endangered. Both aroused and confused, I leaned in closer and filled with shame, I planted my lips against hers.
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Re: In Exile [Firehead]

Postby Ze Blitzkrieg » Mon Sep 26, 2022 6:17 pm

Roll: Willpower vs Challenging (15)
Result: 3d6+4 (1, 6, 5 + 1) = 13, fail


The princess does little more than murmur to herself as you carefully lean across the bed and hover over her. When you cave to your urges and kiss her, there's even less resistance. Her lips are... soft, and warm, and ever so slightly sweet from the mead she had imbibed in your absence. So close to her, you can feel the heat off her body, smell the subtle, feminine scent that wafts off her. That beautiful, silky hair. The smooth skin. Her huge, palm filling tits, still so shapely despite their size. Her narrow waist, leading into those wide, child-bearing hips. The curve of her ass, the thickness of her hips, those long legs... It's too much. You find yourself deepening the kiss, parting your muzzle to claim more of her for your own. In her delirium, she easily acquiesces, parting her lips to allow your tongue entry, allowing you to dominate her own. Her murmuring becomes the softest, gentlest of moans, perhaps on instinct alone, and you feel her wriggle beneath you as the moments tick by, her heavy chest brushing against you just often enough to reveal a growing arousal, the swell in her dress now peaked with hard little nubs.

In that moment, you could hardly think of her as royalty any more. In that moment, Ophelia... no, Yufie, was just a woman. Your woman. She was your wife, and you were her husband, and a husband had duties to his wife. A duty to fish out the big, knotted cock now painfully tenting your breeches, spread her legs, and rut her into the bed until she was screaming your name in lustful, blissful agony, driven to ever greater heights of pleasure unknown by the man who had claimed her for his own. Only once you had left her sore, and satisfied, and emptied the heavy ropes of cum bloating your balls and muddying your mind could you feel shame for the instinctual need to breed that Yufie's perfect, vulnerable body filled you with.
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Re: In Exile [Firehead]

Postby Firehead » Tue Sep 27, 2022 2:00 am

I had no idea what came over me, but as soon as I tasted the sweetness of her lips, my hands moved to wrap around her possessively. I had never felt such a soft, curvy woman. There was clearly something about the life of leisure afforded the nobility always gave those women the softest, gentlest curves, and the week of hiking through the wilderness hadn't yet hardened her form. Even better, her mouth opened whether by instinct or invitation, I couldn't resist pushing my tongue in to rub against hers, wrap around it, and pin it to the inside of her mouth as I explored her. It was like every part of her was custom-built to enflame a man's desires. In my mind, I completely forgot we were a princess and her knight. Even a man and a woman was probably too charitable for my current frame of mind. It was more like I was a wild animal driven by instinct to breed the female beneath me.

Pulling my tongue from her mouth, I licked my lips getting a taste of her lips that had remained on mine from the kiss. Reaching down with one hand, I pulled down the simple blouse. I would have loved if we still had the softer silk one she'd been wearing when the castle had initially fallen as I imagined the shear fabric shredded by my fingers. Gazing at her rack with a ravenous hunger, I leaned down pricking her plump nipple with my teeth before my tongue slipped down to swirl around the areola getting a taste for flesh even softer than her lips as I couldn't imagine it could get even softer though even if I couldn't imagine it, I knew such flesh could be found between her legs. Feeling my knotted cock strain against my pants I reached down popping it free with one hand while the other molded the tit I wasn't currently lapping at. Feeling it slap against her skirt, I almost snarled at the coarser fabric. I moved my hip back allowing myself to rub my angry, red member against her soft, plump thighs as I continued to play with her rack lost to my desires.
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Re: In Exile [Firehead]

Postby Ze Blitzkrieg » Tue Sep 27, 2022 10:33 pm

The buttons of Yufie's blouse pop easily as you yank her garment open, causing the huge, pale breasts within to spill out like a waterfall of smooth, jiggly flesh. Big as your hands are, you couldn't hope to fit every inch of either into them without some of her creamy titflesh spilling out between your fingers. Her nipples are hard, pale pink peaks amidst wide, equally pink areola that blended perfectly into the porcelain of her skin as they spread out. Your teeth garner a gasp from her, and as you settle about lapping so hungrily at them, her murmurs develop into soft, breathy moans. Your heavy cock easily flops out onto her skirt, and it only takes a quick jerk of your hips for it to find its way between her legs, your throbbing length treated to the softness of her big, generous thighs. You hump yourself between them, the tip just barely brushing her undergarments, which feel unmistakably warm. A few more pumps of your hips and she wriggles, arching up against you.

"Mmhh.. yes... yesss..." She breathes as you grind yourself into her, the hot, sticky heat of her sex only separated from you by the thin fabric of her panties. Her body reacts to the stimulation, her legs tangling with your own and one of her slender arms coming up to weakly cup the back of your head, encouraging you to bury your muzzle further into her bust as you both begin to give in to your instincts.
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Re: In Exile [Firehead]

Postby Firehead » Wed Sep 28, 2022 2:19 am

As a Princess, Ophelia had been completely forbidden to me though I would be lying if I said I'd never fantasized about having her anyway. Even if she had ever come on to me, her father would have had my head if I was found in her bed, but that felt like an incredibly long time ago in a life long forgotten. The kingdom had fallen, she was no princess, I was her husband, and that was all that mattered in my mind. She encouraged me with her voice, the movements of her body, and the sticky wetness of her panties signaling to me in every way that this was what she wanted. The fact that she was drunk and half-asleep completely forgotten.

One hand continued mashing her breast feeling the soft flesh mold and deform between my fingers while my tongue made its way up to her clavicle on its way up to her throat. My other hand pulled aside her panties exposing her sex to the air for only a moment before my cockhead pressed directly against her lips. The feeling of it, so inviting and ready, was too much for me and without a second thought, I thrust my hips spearing my way into her depths before I could even stop to savor the feeling of her sweet virgin lips against my cockhead. Feeling her envelop me, I couldn't hold back as I threw my head back from her throat and let out an involuntary howl announcing to all within earshot of my successful conquest of the female beneath me.
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Re: In Exile [Firehead]

Postby Ze Blitzkrieg » Thu Sep 29, 2022 1:05 am

As you thrust forward so recklessly, the princess cries out, writhing beneath you as you pin her down and rob her of her virtue. Her gasps of discomfort, of protest, are entirely drown out as you howl your triumph over her body. It goes without saying that she is incredibly, mind-numbingly tight. Perhaps it's because of her inexperience, or the relative difference between your sizes, but the sweet, tight folds between her legs clench around you like a vice, as if to expel the angry red invader that has so totally parted them. There's a need inside you, to cum on the spot, to knot her and fill her with your progeny. You could only imagine how radiant your soft, demure little princess would like, swollen round with your pups, becoming ever more curvaceous and breed worthy as your offspring grow within her.

But that wouldn't do. As incredible as it would feel to finally empty your nuts inside such a gorgeous woman, you had only just begun to enjoy her body. You'd need to rut her good and hard, make her gasps of pain turn to screams of pleasure. Leave absolutely no doubt in anybody's mind who she belonged to. Only then, as she lay beneath you, exhausted and fuck drunk could you bury the fat, throbbing bulge at the base of your manhood within her and conquer her deepest parts with your seed.
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Re: In Exile [Firehead]

Postby Firehead » Thu Sep 29, 2022 2:33 am

As my ear-piercing shout came to an end, I bit my lip at the hotness, tightness, and wetness of the virgin embrace even drawing a trickle of blood. I had taken the princess's, no, my female's virginity sliding my length into places where no man had been before me. A part of me was instinctually drawing to rutting into her wildly and spilling my first load as quickly as possible to fully lay my claim to her fertile fields, but I relented. Instead, I leaned back sitting upright and pulling her legs up over my shoulders. With my position chosen, I began took short thrusts exploring and spreading the shallowest parts of her love tunnel. I didn't want just my voice telling everyone that our bodies were joined as one, I wanted us both to announce it as one voice too.

In this position, I couldn't lavish her with my tongue any longer, but it meant I could stare down at the whole of her body. Watch her lips spread around my angry, red length, see her breasts bouncing every time I slid in, and observe the way her expression showed her initial discomfort while waiting for it to melt into pleasure. Yes, I could watch her body as I etched the pleasure of being bred by me into every fiber of her being with my cock from above. I wanted her mind to be numbed by pleasure more intensely than mine was. As I continued thrusting, I began speaking low but clear almost in a growl. "That's it, Yuffie. You're doing great, but there is so much more for me to teach you before the night is out. Do you want to learn all the pleasures of your body?"
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