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Do You Feel Beautiful Now? – Tom Hiddleston Fanfic

“How can anyone, especially you, find all this” — you wave your hand around, gesturing to your naked body lying before Tom on his bed — “attractive?”
“You see fault where I find beauty,” he says gently, running the backs of his fingers down your cheek.
The corner of his mouth turns up. “By the end of this night, you will feel as if you could tempt a saint.”
“Why would I want to do that?” you ask. “I’ve already got you… Haven’t I?”
Tom bends down and places his lips on your collarbone while briefly touching your waist with his hand, brushing the underside of your breast. “Yes, you do.”
“Now,” he says, straightening, and you can tell he’s gone into his dominating self. “Sit up and watch me. I want to look your face as you watch me undress.”
You do as told and sit up, your hands resting on your thighs. When your eyes meet his, it is thoroughly impossible to look away. You find yourself lost in his intense blue stare. Sometimes, when he looks at you like this, you almost believe that he is as enamored by you as you are with him.
Standing right in front of you, he starts to disrobe, his long fingers deftly undoing the buttons on his shirt, and slides it off his shoulders, dropping it to the floor, unwanted.
Breaking away from his eyes, you drag yours to his chest dusted with dark hair, then travel further to his stomach. And while his muscles there aren’t pronounced, your mouth still watered. Shit, he wasn’t even naked yet and you were already wet.
“Take them off,” he says, and you realize he’s referring to his pants. You grit your teeth and try to concentrate on the task, when really all you want to do is crawl under the bed and hide. “Do it,” he orders.
You take a deep breath and quickly undo his belt, then the button, but you have some difficulty sliding the zipper down around his bulge, so he takes control, but then has you slide his pants down. Helping Tom step out of them, you try not to stare at his erection.
Please, please, please don’t ask me to… you think before he says, “These too.” And you bite your lip and close your eyes, trying not to groan.
“Eyes open,” he demands.
You pull his boxers down and his erection pops out, nearly hitting you in the face.
“Do you see this?” he asks. “Would my cock be like this if you weren’t attractive to me?” You decide not to answer.
“Lie back,” Tom says, pushing on your shoulder, and you fall onto your back. You gasp when he drags you toward him by your hips until your ass is on the edge of the bed. You look down at him kneeling before you, between your spread legs.
“Ah,” he sighs, sliding a finger through your slick wetness. “So wet already. I like that. I like that a lot. Remember how it took you ages to orgasm in that restaurant? Remember how I had whispered in your ear that if you couldn’t come by my fingers, then I’d have to craw under the table and finish you with my mouth?” He smirks. “Oh, you had come so hard.”
He gathers your juice on his finger and sticks it in his mouth, closing his eyes and letting out an agonized groan. “Such a shame I didn’t have the chance to eat you. You taste just as good on my fingers now as you did then.”
Tom opens his eyes and holds you open with his fingers. “Put your hands above your head. Don’t move them.”
As you obey the bottom half of his face disappears as he licks your folds from the bottom to the top, stopping and circling your clit with his tongue, and your hips lift slightly, anything to apply more pressure. Then he wraps his arms around your thighs, his mouth and tongue clearly determined to finish what he’d started, lapping at everything he can reach. Which is, frankly, everything. Your hips start to rock and you feel yourself getting wetter, your body writhing, your hands clenching the black Egyptian cotton sheets under your head.
When he starts to hum against you clit is when you lose it. Your muscles clench and your back arches as you ride out your orgasm, your thighs firmly holding Tom’s head between them. High-pitched whimpers slide out from between your lips.
When it’s over, Tom is still lapping at you, drinking all of your juices, but stopping before you begin your ascent again.
“Someday soon,” he says as he crawls up onto the bed to hover over you. “I’m going to do that until you are so spent that all you can do afterwards is smile weakly as I hold you in my arms.”
He leans to the side and wipes his mouth and chin on the sheets, then comes back and places his lips at your ear.
“[Y/N],” he whispers, sounding a bit breathless. “I’m going to take you now. After this, there’s no turning back. You will be mine forever. If I don’t succeed tonight, then I promise that everyday I will strive make you feel beautiful. Because you are. And I need you to know that.”
He readies himself at your entrance. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” you breathe, and he thrusts into you.
“Bite down on my shoulder if it hurts,” he gasps, and you sink your teeth into his shoulder. Then he starts thrusting repeatedly into you until the pain goes away and you don’t need to bite anymore.
“Kiss me, please,” you say, and his lips gladly meet yours, but once it gets difficult to breathe, your lips break apart and you cling to him as he makes love to you. Over. And over.
When he finds his release, his release triggers yours and you come together, his muscles flex and he bares his teeth as he arches his back above you.
He rolls off to the side, taking you with him, tucking you under his arm. You rest your head on his chest as you both attempt to control your breathing.
As he’s idly toying with your breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers, he asks, “Do you feel beautiful yet, [Y/N]?”
You smile weakly, and answer truthfully, “I think I might need a little more convincing… Maybe a lot.”
Tom smiles broadly. “Then let’s have some fun, shall we?”

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Harry Potter and Friends part 1

Harry Potter and Friends Part 1
Harry Potter was a skinny 11-year-old boy and he was different and he knew it. On his 11-year-old birthday a letter came to him and he wasn’t able to acquire it, because of his monstrous uncle. They made away to a small island where he met Hagrid and was told of Hogwarts.
On the first of September he arrived at platform 9 3/4 and saw a family of wizards walk through the barrier and approached the mother. As he talked to the mother about how to get through the portal, she motioned to one of her sons.
That’s when Harry’s breath was taken away. He had always had a thing for redheaded people but didn’t know any that looked as good as this kid. He greeted with a “hello” and walked through the portal, only to rush into the nearest cabin on the train because so many people were staring at him and saying his name.
Once in the cabin he was greeted with the two hottest boys he had ever seen. Their names were Fred and George Weasley. He had not wanted to get “found out” so early in his time here. So he acted normal and he was disappointed that all they wanted to talk about was his scar. They left and in came the kid from before, the one that the mother introduced him to. He found out his name was Ron Weasley and made the connection with the other two. ‘No wonder I thought they were so hot, they were his brothers’ thought Harry.
So Harry was slowly watching and becoming obsessed with Ron, but he tried his best not to make it obvious. But little did he know that Ron noticed and was trying to watch him as well.
They continued on the train until it was about an hour left and Ron and Harry had met Hermione and Neville and they had left. Now Ron was alone with Harry once again and Ron suggested (excitedly) that they had to change into their robes now. Harry was waiting for this also. He had hoped he would be able to see Ron’s dick. He went over to the door and locked it just incase someone came in.
“Ok you go dress over there and I will dress on this side of the cabin” said Ron.
Harry’s disappointment was not missed by Ron. And Ron got excited again.
They then both proceeded to take off their clothes. And while taking their cloths off they both started to get hard at the thought of the other one changing right behind him.
Harry was trying his hardest not to look at Ron but to no avail. He turned around just as Ron took off his pants. Harry looked at Ron’s butt and thought if only he could see through those boxers. Boxers? Thought Harry.
Ron turned around at that second to glance at Harry and was surprised to see Harry looking at his butt. “ Uhhh, Harry what are you looking at?”
Harry was embarrassed he was caught in such a position that he answered hurriedly
“ I was just wondering why you wear boxers instead of briefs?” he said. He saw the disappointment in Ron’s face.
“Well the reason I wear boxers is that my older brothers, you no, Fred and George, told me that if you wear boxers, then your dick becomes bigger as you grow up”. As he said this, Harry- out of instinct- looked down and saw that Ron’s dick really did look big from here. As he looked, Ron noticed and he began to get hard. Harry was also beginning to get hard again.
“ Well obviously its true I mean your pretty big” said Harry eyeing Ron harder this time.
“ Yeah. I been wearing them for about a year now and it really has grown, but not by much I mean your also big” Ron said, as he glanced down at Harry dick. “ Well mine is a bit big but nothing compared to my brothers. There really big, I mean like huge.”
“Really” said Harry imagining those two hot boys with their big dicks dangling in front of him. He started to get really hard now so he sat down, so it wouldn’t show too much. “How do you know?”
“Well I’ve seen them. One night, about a month ago, I had to pee and it was really late, so I went to the bathroom and when I came out I heard a lot of scuffling. I thought it was Scabbers or something so I dint pay to much attention to it. But then I noticed my brother’s room was open and I wasn’t allowed in there, so I got curios. I went up to the door and saw both my brothers were lying in the beds with sheets over them. But then I saw something poking out of the sheets and I wondered what it was. So I went into the room and slowly pulled the sheet off of Fred and that’s when I saw it,” recalled Ron, who was hard as hell right now.
Harry who was just as hard asked, “ Well how big was it?”
“ About this big” Ron said and held up two hands and combined his two middle fingers and said” from the beginning of both my palms”.
“Wow” said Harry, ”that must be like 7 inches or so”
“Yeah but I think it was bigger. And I didn’t see Georges, but there twins so I’m guessing they’re about the same size”. They were both extremely hard right now and Harry could just imagine those two big beautiful boys with their big beautiful cocks just pointing straight up while the feign sleeping.
Harry adjusted his underwear and Ron noticed this and stood up. Now Harry could see how big his dick really was. It was about 4 ½ inches long and not that thick, but to Harry it looked like the best thing in the world right now.
“O man I really have to take care of this. Do you mind if I jerk off? I really need a release right now” said Ron.
Harry didn’t respond, he just got up and pulled down his underwear, revealing his 4-inch, dick and started slowly masturbating, while looking at Ron. Ron took this as sign and pulled down his boxers and sat down in his seat and started jerking off real fast.
As the two boys were jerking off they looked at each other, the whole time. Both imagining their own little fantasies. Ron’s breathing was getting louder and heavier and he cummmed first, since he was going real fast.
Harry thought it looked weird for a second but then again he was focused on his own “problem”. Harry took a little longer to cum since he just started masturbating a few weeks ago, and still wasn’t used to the whole jerking off thing. He finally climaxed and shut his eyes for a good 2 minutes thinking about what just happened.
When he was done he looked around frantically for some paper but couldn’t find any.
He noticed Ron had no cum on his hands or anything and said “hey how did you clean yourself up I need something to clean my hands”
Ron looked uncomfortable. But answered” I just licked it clean”. Then he added hastily “I mean it is my own cum it came from me. I feel as if I take something from my body and I would just like to give it back. He he” he finished nervously
Harry thought for a moment and said, “That’s ok man I do it all the time but I have a different logic…I like the taste.”
“I like the taste also but I still stick to my logic. It makes me feel better”. They both laughed at this.
Now that they finished, they really had to get ready to leave the train because they were almost at school. So they start to put heir clothes back on and Harry asks Ron if he has a pair of boxers that Harry can borrow because he didn’t want underwear anymore.
Ron said “I only have one extra pair but you can borrow it and I’ll sent an owl to mom and tell her that I need extra pairs and you can return the favor whenever you can”.
“Thanks” said Harry. He smiled as he put on his new boxers. Maybe this school is going to be a lot more interesting then I thought.

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Lord Potter

I do not own these characters, nor the setting, all rights belong to J.K.Rowling and Warner Bros. to use as they see fit. I am merely borrowing them in order to write my version of harry’s future steps. author’s note: most of my story will stay consistent with the books except that none of Harry’s friends who died in the books died in the story, instead Fred merely lost the opposite ear to George, Lupin dodged the killing curse that Dolohov fired and returned one in kind, whilst Tonks did not sacrifince herself in grief for losing Lupin however she has realised she does not love him and they have split and when it became apparent their child was a werewolf, Lupin took him from her and decided to train the boy and make him safe. Also I have intentionally ignored anything suggested in the epilogue to The Deathly Hallows, Ron and Hermione never got together, instead he stayed with Lavender Brown and Hermoine became silently infatuated with Harry

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WoW Darkmoon Happy Endings

Aroal sighed as he steered his mount down the dark path leading up to the Darkmoon Faire. The young hunters mount, a beautiful Silver Covenant Hippogryph that his parents had got him as a farewell gift, seemed to sense its master’s annoyance at this unexpected trip making a cawing sound. Ahead of him was his brother Wimond, who was on his Charger, turned his head.
“Come along lad,” he said. “We’re almost there.” This only caused the eighteen year old hunter sighed, wishing his brother could have gone without him.
It wasn’t even a full year since Aroal had left Goldshrine to travel the world and help the Alliance. He had thought that he would get to do it on his own, like most young men and women do when they reached his age. But his parents were worried and had asked Wimond to watch over him on his travels as well as to make sure nothing bad happened to him. Every day since then Wimond did nothing but order his younger brother around. Telling him how to do things he already knew but in some way was doing them wrong, what pets to capture, what profession he should be, and so on. So much for his independence.
Very rarely was he ever left alone. But when those rare occasions occurred, he made the most of them. Sometimes he would hunt for a pet he really wanted or would challenge others to duels. One of his favorite things to do was to hang out at a tavern and listen to the stories some of the adventurers would tell. Not all of them were epic, but they were all more interesting than anything he had done. He wanted to see the Outlands, travel to Northrend, and see so many other places. And sometimes he felt like these stories were the closest he would ever get.
Today, Wimond was meeting up with some of his fellow paladins at the Faire. Aroal didn’t know what they were going to do. Must likely get drunk and talk about how the Horde will never truly embrace the Light. He had heard it so many times in the past that it had become way too predictable. Personally, he didn’t care if the Horde believed in the Light. Aroal was a practical human and believed that everyone had the right to believe in whatever they wanted. So what if the Horde believed in the Light or not? How would the Alliance like it if some other race said that their religion was wrong?
Soon the two came upon the opening gate of the Darkmoon Faire. In the center of it was a magic eye that was looking back and forth as if it were trying to find someone or something that wanted to interrupt everyone’s good time. Inside, the place looked like a mess. Junk littered the streets as well as in between the booths. But despite the messy grounds there was an excitement in the air that could not be explained. Everyone was enjoying the games, the food, and the music.
As the two rode by, Aroal noticed some of the women looking at them with interest. The young hunter was slightly shorter than most humans, about five foot three. He had short brown hair and matching brown eyes. He wore dark mail armor that allowed him to hide in the shadows better so he could act like a sniper with his crossbow. His brother, on the other hand, had long blond hair, a matching beard, and blue eyes. His armor was silver and shined in the sun from the hours that he had spent polishing it the night before. By contrast, Aroal looked more earthly and rugged while his Wimond looked like he never left the temple.
As they neared the food stand, Aroal saw something that nearly caused his heart to stop. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She had long black hair the touched her shoulder and nearly hid the four tentacles on her neck and her two horns were curved back in a sweeping motion. Her light blue skin had an exotic beauty that Aroal didn’t see in the other races of the Alliance. She was wearing a green two piece dress that showed off her curves as well as her lovely stomach. The top part only covered her large breasts leaving the back exposed while the bottom part went from her hips to the ground. He watched as the Draenei walked towards a tent, her rear wiggling back and forth slightly in a sexy fashion. She paused there for a moment and looked at Aroal, gave him a sexy smile, and then went in.
“Here we are,” said Wimond, his voice pulling Aroal back to reality. He looked around and saw that they were now in front of several tables, one of which had several paladins with mugs of beer already in hand. All of them looked just over forty and seemed to be already in debate mode. Dreading staying with them, Aroal decided to try and make a desperate attempt to get away.
“Hey Wimond, if it’s all the same to you, I’m going to try my luck at some of the games,” said Aroal. Wimond blinked at this.
“You sure?” he asked. Aroal nodded vigorously. “Very well, just be back in a couple of hours. Mother and father will have my head if something were to happen to you.” Nodding quickly, Aroal sent off in the direction of the tent he saw the Draenei enter.
On mount, it didn’t even take a minute to reach his destination. The tent, he noticed, was one of the ones that since the Faire had moved to the island had been closed. Now, however, a sign outside read Darkmoon Spa and standing in the doorway was an Orc bodyguard. Aroal hesitated for a moment, intimidated by the Orc’s gruff appearance. But his desire to see that Draenei up close overpowered his fears. He got off his mount and then tied it to a nearby post. He was then about to enter when the Orc held up a hand to stop him.
“Ten tickets to enter,” he said in a gruff voice. Aroal began to search his pockets and bags. Luckily for him he had been here several times in the past and easily had the needed ten tickets. He handed then to the Orc who inspected them for a moment to see if they were real or not. Once satisfied he stepped to the side to allow the human to enter.
Aroal entered the tent to find himself in a small, but comfortable waiting room. There was a sofa, a couple of chairs, and a table with a couple of scrolls on it. There were also three other entrances to the room. Down each one of them way a hallway with several door on both sides. Sitting on the sofa was a grey hair Dwarf. He smiled at Aroal who returned the smile and then sat in one of the chairs. A minute or two went by before a green haired female Gnome in a bright pink dress entered the room from one of the hallways. She looked at the two of them with a smile.
“Mr. Bluntbread, how nice to see you again,” she said in a squeaky voice. “I have your usual all sent up in room number five.” The Dwarf nodded as he got up silently and walked down one of the hallways. The Gnome then looked at Aroal. “Well I have never seen you before. Is this your first time here?”
“It is,” answered Aroal honestly.
“Well then let me explain a few rules,” said the Gnome. “It’s twelve gold for a half hour and seventeen for a full hour. You can have your pick of any girl here as long as she’s not with anyone else. If you hurt or threaten any of the girls you will be kicked out by my friend up front and will never be allowed back in. If you wish for something…’special’ you will have to give me at least a days notice to set it up. Do you understand?” Aroal nodded. “Good. Now, I only have one girl available right now. Kluhina, would you please come in here?”
Aroal heard a door open followed by footsteps down the one of the hallways until the girl called Kluhina entered the room. She was an Orc, maybe seventeen or eighteen, dressed in a similar fashion as the Draenei he saw earlier except her dress was purple. Looking at her, he had to admit that she was more attractive than most of the other females of her race. Her face was smoother and her muscles weren’t as bulky. Like most Orc’s, she had brown eyes that matched her long, braided hair that went down to her ass. Her figure was curvy, but not was curvy as the Draenei’s. But her bust was larger. She stood there with a slightly embarrassed expression before she looked away.
“Kluhina here is new,” explained the Gnome. “You’ll be her first customer if you choose her. Or you could wait for some of the others to become available.”
Aroal stood there for a minute thinking. He really wanted to meet that Draenei girl and have her rub his back for a while. But he didn’t know how long she would be with someone else. Then there was the fact that he would have to get back to his brother before he came looking for him. Also, Kluhina didn’t look that bad.
“I don’t mind,” he said as he reached into his pockets to pull out the gold. He handed the Gnome an hour’s worth of money which she accepted.
“Please follow me,” said Kluhina. Aroal was surprised by her voice. It sounded soft and gentle, unlike other female Orc’s he had heard that had a rough edge to their voices. She then took his hand and led him down one of the hallways until they reached the door at the end. She opened it to reveal a table shower. “Please take off your cloths and put them in the basket,” she said as she pointed at a basket near the table. “When you are done, please lay on the table.” And with that she left.
Aroal shrugged before he began to undress. He had never been to a spa before or anything like that. Perhaps this would help him relax and unwind a bit. Piece by piece, Aroal put his armor into the basket as well as his weapons. When he got to his loincloth he hesitated for a moment before he put that in the basket as well. He then laid on the table on his stomach, waiting.
After a moment or two, Aroal felt a pair of hands on his back. He could fell the suds on them as they washed his back, clearing off a thin layer of dirt. The young man closed his eyes as he savored the feeling as the hands began to rub lower and lower. Suddenly, Aroal felt her hands on his ass as she began to clean them as well as his thighs. When she was done, Kluhina dumped a bucket of warm water on the soapy areas.
“Let’s flip you over now,” she said. The hunter complied and moved so that he was on his back. As soon as he did this his eyes bulged as he realized that Kluhina was as naked as he was. Her skin was perfect, not a single scar on it. He watched as she then began to soap her own body up which caused his cock to become rock hard. She looked at the seven inch member with a small smile before crawling on top of the table. Kluhina then positioned herself so that their chests were on top of each other and then began to rub her soapy body against his. The feeling was incredible, she was just so soft.
What she did next surprised him. She paused for a moment, looking into his eyes before kissing him. Aroal’s eyes widened in surprise. He could feel her tongue pressing against his lips, asking for permission to enter. He allowed it in and as their tongues began to explore each other’s mouths she continued to rub her body against his. Together they moaned into each other’s mouths as the kiss deepened. Aroal could feel his arousal growing stronger as his cock began to press against her slit. She felt it as well. After a while she pulled up from the kiss. Both of them were now panting and wanting more, but the table shower wasn’t over yet. On all fours Kluhina walked backwards a bit while keeping a lusty gaze on her client. Once her chest was above rod she lowered her body and placed the member between her soapy breasts.
Aroal moaned in pleasure as Kluhina began to move up and down. The soap allowed for a more slippery sensation to her already soft skin. The feeling was…indescribable. The young hunter shut his eyes tightly as he tried his best to keep from cuming too soon. He wanted it to last as long as possible. But then, without warning, she stopped. The Orc masseuse got up, filled up the bucket once again, and poured it on his body.
“I don’t think you want this over yet,” she said as she produced a towel and began to dry off his body. “After all, you did pay for the hour.”
Once Aroal was nice and dry, he was taken naked down the hall to another room. This one had a normal looking massage table. There was able a table that had a couple of candles, a bottle of oil, and several other items. Kluhina told him to once again lay on his back on the table. As Aroal did, she walked over to the table. A few moments later he felt her hands on his back. The massage was descent, but after what he had seen thus far told him that he wasn’t here for a massage.
Aroal had heard about these kinds of places before. According to one tavern, there was a place in Stormwind like this place. Well, except there was most likely no Horde masseuses there. He did know that both the Alliance and the Horde had made prostitution illegal. He also knew that they checked out neutral towns like Booty Bay and Rachet, performing raids to ensure that nothing like that happened there. Aroal didn’t know how they managed to get away with it, considering they had no claim to neutral goblin towns, but he knew they happened. Aroal never thought he’d ever find one of these places, let alone be serviced at one. But he was.
Suddenly Kluhina stopped the back rub.
“Are you ready for the main event?” she whispered into his ear in a husky voice. Aroal nodded. “Then turn around.”
As soon as Aroal was face up on the table, Kluhina climbed up with her rear facing his head. With her hands she began to stoke his member a few times before putting it in her mouth. As soon as it entered it became harder than it had even been before. Kluhina let out a happy moan as she began to bob her head up and down while she sucked on it. Every once and a while she would release it just to lick the shaft and play with the humans balls. While this was going on Aroal was staring at her pussy, watching it slowly begin to drip. He licked his lips before he reached out and grabbed both sides of her ass. He pulled down and brought her lower lips closer to his face. Once he had done this he gave her pussy a slow lick. Then he gave another. Once Aroal decided he liked the taste he went to work on her slit, lapping it with his tongue. Kluhina moaned in ecstasy as he seemed to know where all the right spots were. It wasn’t long before she found herself grinding herself against his mouth. Then he began to suck on her clit. Bells and whistles exploded in her mind as she cried out in pleasure. She tried her best to regain control of her senses and tried to focus all of her efforts into making him cum first. Kluhina sucked harder than before as well as increasing her pace. And before long Kluhina came on his face while Aroal shot his load in her mouth.
“You’re good at this,” panted Kluhina after swallowing his cum. “I don’t know how your girlfriend can survive this.”
“I don’t have one,” replied Aroal. This caused Kluhina to snap her head in his direction.
“Seriously?” she asked in amazement. Aroal only shrugged. Kluhina couldn’t believe it. She had been with many others in the past and none of them had ever made her cum. Most never even tried! Could he be a natural? “Well then, let’s see if you are as good with your cock as you are with your tongue.” Kluhina smiled as she turned around, pressed her sweaty naked body against his, and began to kiss him deeply once more. As Aroal returned the kiss he felt the Orc’s hand reach down towards his cock which was slowly regaining its stiffness. As the two explored each other’s mouths her hand went to work pumping his shaft until it was nice and hard once more. It didn’t take long under Kluhina’s skillful hand for it to stand at attention once more. She then broke the kiss as she got into a sitting position before raising her body up above the human cock. Using one hand to hold it in place Kluhina lowered her body onto the member slowly.
Aroal let out a gasp of pleasure as he felt her warm, wet insides surround his cock. It felt so good he felt that he could cum at any second. Yet he held on, determined to make this last as long as possible. She then began to move, slowly at first. Little by little she began to move faster and faster.
“Fuck,” shouted Kluhina as Aroal began his own thrust which caught her by surprise. “It feels so good!”
“It’s time,” said the Gnome at the doorway. “Please finish up.” Both of them grunted in frustration as they were forced to stop and both left very unsatisfied. Kluhina helped Aroal get dressed and then walked him to the door. Before he left she gave him one last kiss.
“I hope you come back soon,” she whispered in his ear. “I’d love to feel you cum inside of me.”
About ten minutes later, after playing all the games and getting more tickets, Aroal was back at the food court. His brother and his friends were all drunk off their asses and thus making asses of themselves. One of them kept calling a Blood Elf serving girl a slut and another kept laughing about how their chief was a cow. All Aroal could think about as he watched them was that the next time he came here it wouldn’t be with them.

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Harry Potter – Dogged

Dogged
Ginny was alone. No-one else was at home in no. 12 Grimauld Place. Everyone had gone on a long trip to Finland, she was unsure why, but they had decided she was to young at 13 to go with them. She had hated the idea at first, but staying with Sirius wasn’t that bad, and she got most of the day to herself. This was just the way she liked it. Silently she got up from her book, and out of her slightly dusty bed. Completely naked, she headed to her door and pushed it open. This was one of Ginny’s favourite things. When she was on her own, she could walk around as innocently as she wanted. She turned, and started to descend the stairs. As she opened the door to the drawing room, (her favourite room to masturbate in) and sat daintily in the large, plush velvet armchair. Then she reached down behind the seat cushion and pulled out a short cylinder, rounded at one end. She had once been walking past the drawing room when she had heard the vibrations and had peeped in through the keyhole. To her shock, she had seen Hermione using the vibrator to bring herself to a screaming orgasm. Then she had watched carefully where she had left the vibrator and hurried away before she was caught.
“Castro!” she commanded, and it started to vibrate. The buzzing was surprisingly loud in the silent household. Then she lowered it and started to massage her cherry tits. When they where perky and erect, she moved the humming cylinder to her clit. Still being very much a virgin, she just rubbed her g-spot till it brought her to a screaming orgasm.
She collapsed into the chair, and tried to calm her legs, which felt like they had been jelly-legs jinxed at the force of her orgasm. She slowed down her breathing, and passed out…
…She awoke to the sound of a growl. She looked around, and spotted a large black mongrel by her feet. She let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank god it’s you Sirius” she sighed. “I was worried someone had got in”. The dog transformed as she spoke, becoming a tall man with scraggily black hair and a scar across his chest. He was also completely naked.
“Don’t worry, were not going to be invaded” he said. His voice was horse, and throaty, and had an air of menace “Which is more than can be said for you, Ginny my dear.”
“What do you mean?” Ginny asked, a hint of fear in her voice now.
“What I mean, BITCH,” Ginny shrank back “is that I haven’t taken a woman in over fifteen years, and you are in front of me with pussy juice running down your leg, and you expect me to just walk away! I don’t think so lass!” With a roar, he reached down, grabbed Ginny with both hands, and picked her up. He spun her so that her ass and pussy where pointing to him, and put her down in the chair. Then he tore open his trousers to reveal a throbbing cock, at least 10 inches long, and stated to rub it up and down her slit. He precum was getting smeared all over her untouched pussy lips, her asshole and her tingling clit. Ginny was horrified.
“But, I’m a v-v-virgin!” shouted through her sobs.
“All the better!” Sirius said with an evil grin, and shoved his cock deep into her waiting pussy. Ginny screamed, a high pitched scream witch turned into a moan. Sirius drew out his cock and rammed it home again. Ginny and Sirius both new that by now her hymen was well and truly torn, and Sirius began to thrust, faster and faster. Midway through the storm of pain and unwanted pleasure, Ginny noticed a change. The body pinning her down was becoming hairier, the pounding cock becoming wider, and she realised that Sirius’s fucking was causing him to change mid-fuck. Then she was being fucked by a massive black mongrel, and screaming all the louder. This was wrong! She thought, it’s against nature. And yet it was still happening, she was being doggy-fucked by a dog. Now he was changing again, becoming human once more. He stood, and she felt herself being lifted off the floor, skewered on his monster of a cock. She felt his hands and gravity pulling her down, pushing her down so far on his cock that she thought it might tear through into her chest. Then his hands were all over her, pulling on her small teenage breasts and pinching her nipples. He flung her back onto the chair, and then he was out of her pussy and spinning her over. She was at a loss, till the first gush of cum hit her in the face. This was followed by more and more jets, blasting her with fifteen years worth of stored up cum, a mix of human and dog. He forced her mouth open, and shot several spurts down her throat. She had no choice but to swallow, and by the end she was gagging on his salty cream, and her eyes were stuck shut. It was dripping off her all over the place, and she could even feel that at some point he had blasted some up her ass. She could feel streams of it pouring out of all her holes. Then Sirius picked her up, and carried her upstairs, into a room she hadn’t been in before. He sat her up against a wall and then walked out. Just before he closed her in, he called back
“No one is due here for at least another three or four months fire crotch. I get the feeling were going to have lots of fun” then the door clanged shut.
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Wow Lust at Sea chapter 2

Callie had always hated pain. Hell, she hated work of any kind. She had been born on a farm and hated every moment of it. Nothing but work from sun up till sun down. But when she reached the age of 14, her parents allowed her to go and study the ways of magic. For someone like Callie, it was the best choice. She would stand in the distance, say a few words, and slay her enemies. But when she got to the Mage trainer, she found that she didn’t like the work they gave her there as well. From sun up till sun down they made her study, polish her wand, collect herbs, and so on.
It seemed to just get worse. Once she was done with her basic training, they expected her to go out into the ‘real world’ and earn her own living. Luckily for Callie, she had been blessed with a great body. Lightly tanned skin, blond hair, and D cup breast. She used her features to get any man she wanted. Of course, in bed she didn’t do anything. She just lay on her back while her current squeeze fucked her. That was how she got by.
That was, however, until the pirates came.
After she was taken aboard their ship, she was taken to the lower deck and tossed on a stack of hay. She tried to get up, but stopped when she saw that she was surrounded by a Night Elf, two Orcs, and a female Troll. The Troll said something in her language and the Night Elf nodded. He then pushed Callie back onto the ground. As the two Orcs began to strip, the Night Elf began to tear away at Callie’s clothing until nothing was left.
Callie tried to resist, but the Night Elf sat on her stomach. She watched as he then unzipped his pants to pull out his purple cock. With a grin he spat in the valley between her breasts and then placed his dick between them. He then pressed the two mounds of flesh together and began to pump. While this was going on, the Orcs grabbed Callie’s hands and brought them to their own cocks. Immediately Callie pulled away but the Orcs quickly grabbed them once again.
“Not a good idea girly,” said the Troll. “We be doing this all day if we have to.”
“Stop this!” demanded Callie as her hand were forced to wrap around the green dicks.
“My captain has ordered me to begin ya trainin girly,” said the Troll. “I be called Zem’hula, but you will refer to me as Mistress Zem’hula or just Mistress. Understand?” Callie said nothing as the Night Elf came all over her face. With a sigh, Zem’hula bent down and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled on it. “Understand?”
“I won’t do it you stupid Troll,” spat Callie. She braced herself to be slapped or something cruel like that. But instead, Zem’hula just let her hair go and moved over to one of the Orcs. She whispered in his ear and he grinned then nodded at his fellow Orc. After getting her to let go of their cocks, which wasn’t all that hard, one of them laid on the ground next to her while the other picked her up.
“Well then, since ya don want to jerk them off, we’ll just have ta do something else,” said Zem’hula with a wicked grin. The Orc that held on to Callie managed to spread her legs and position her above the other Orc. Callie tried to fight her way out, but the Orc was just too strong. Her pussy was then positioned right above the head of the Orcs dick and then she was simply release. Pain filled her body as if she was being ripped in two. Tears fell down her face and her mouth was open in a silent scream.
“Lookie here,” said Zem’hula as she walked around to the girl’s front. “Ya nipples be as hard as rocks.” It was true; both of Callie’s nipples were now hard and pointed. With one hand Zem’hula grabbed Callie’s breast and squeezed it while the other hand reached into a pouch at her side. When it reemerged, in-between two of her fingers was a needle. Callie’s eyes widened in shock and pain as Zem’hula placed a bit of the spirit of fire into the needle and the Orc began to thrust upwards. Zem’hula squeezed her breast with one hand and then plunged the needle right through her nipple. Callie screamed in pain as new tears filled her eyes. Moments later, before Callie could recover, Zem’hula did the same to her other breast.
“Like that you little bitch,” swore the Night Elf. He pointed his hard cock at Callie as he continued to jerk off with a sick grin on his face. Moments later he sprayed the girls face with his seed.
Zem’hula wasn’t done with the human. As the crew continued to have their way with her, the Troll pulled out a pair of nipple rings and a silver chain. As the Orc continued to fuck the blond, Zem’hula attached the rings and then the chain. With each thrust the chain bounced with her breasts, making a shaking sound.
The Orc suddenly grunted and made one final, powerful thrust into Callie. Callie screamed harder than ever as the Orc shot his seed into her womb. When he was done he turned to his side and let the girl fall to the ground. She lay there, panting, covered with both blood and cum.
“Think ya done human,” said Zem’hula with a grin as she held up the needle once again. “Next we be doin something bout that tongue of yours.”
-x-
Raalia awoke, naked on the floor of the captain’s room. For a moment she wondered where she was. And then it hit her like a mace. She had lost her purity and for a brief time became a being who only desired pleasure. She remembered how she cried out to him, wanting more. She remembered how her body trembled at his touch and obey him. But why? Was there something in the tea she drank?
“Good to see you’re awake,” said Adren. Raalia quickly turned her head and saw him standing in the middle of the room with the female Orc. Gritting her teeth, Raalia glared at the two of them which only made the human chuckle at her defiance. “I see you haven’t lost your spirit. Good. Now then, Grima here will be putting you to work until supper. And when you are finished you will report back here so we can continue your training.”
“Let’s go,” said Grima as she grabbed Raalia by her arm.
“B-But what about my clothing,” stammered Raalia. Grima simply grinned.
“Whoever said you needed clothing,” she answered. Raalia tried her best to struggle, but the Orc was too strong for her. She was forced out of the bed and led straight out of the cabin. She tried her best to cover herself with her free hand, but Raalia soon realized that her arm just couldn’t cover everything that she needed to cover.
It wasn’t long until they were both out on the main deck and under the sun. Most of the crew looked like they were working on repairs to the ship, maintenance, or simply cleaning it. But when they saw her they stopped to stare at her naked form. So whistled in her direction while others snickered behind her back. She could feel their eyes all over her and could hear the things they were calling her. Slut. Whore. Captains bitch.
“Here we go,” said Grima as they stopped in the middle of the deck. Raalia noticed that there was a bucket full of water and a rag. “You’re going to clean this entire deck and you’re going to do it quickly. Have you ever done this before?”
“I have cleaned statues before but…”
“So no then,” said Grima with a grin. “I’ll show you how. Just watch me.” Grima bent down and picked up the rag. She then got on all four except she kept her legs straight so that her ass was high in the air. Also her legs were far apart enough so that Raalia could have seen her pussy had she been wearing nothing. And, if she wasn’t mistaken, Grima’s checks had darkened as if she were blushing. “This is the position that you want to be in.”
“I-I can’t,” stammered Raalia. Grima stood up and turned to face Raalia with narrowed brows.
“Can’t,” she asked, “or won’t?”
“I won’t do it,” said Raalia. “I…” She stopped as Grima slapped her so hard she fell to the ground. She looked up to see a very pissed Orc glaring at her.
“You think you have rights here?” demanded Grima. “Think you’re special because the captain is training that body of yours? You’re nothing but a slave now, a walking sex toy. The only reason the captain took you is because he is bored of fucking human sluts! And when he breaks you, and he will, you’ll be sold and you’ll be happy. Happy to have your masters cock pound you day and night. Happy to lick his dick day and night. Happy to lick your mistresses pussy or asshole. That is your fate!”
Without another word, Grima grabbed Raalia’s arm and pulled her up. She was then dragged over to the mast where she saw several chains attached to it. Before she knew what saw going to happen to her, Grima had chained her arms and legs to the mast in such a way that her legs were spread apart and her arms couldn’t cover anything. When Grima was done she stepped back to admire her handy work.
Raalia couldn’t believe this. She was naked, chained to a mast, and completely exposed with no way to defend herself. They could do anything to her. They could rape her at any moment and all she could do was call for help that would never come.
“Alright men,” said Grima. “Remember, this bitch is the captains. So I don’t want to see any cocks in her ass or pussy. Or anything that would damage her.” Grima then turned towards Raalia and bent down so that her face was fight in front of her pussy. She used her fingers to stretch it out and then spat on it.
“Please don’t,” begged Raalia. But her protests stopped and was replaced by moaning as Grima began to use her skillful tongue to lick her pussy.
“Trust me, this is only the beginning,” said Grima.
-x-
Adren looked down at Velithela as her head bobed up and down on his cock. Her skillful Blood Elf tongue wrapped around the shaft while she sucked on it teasingly. While they might resemble humans, Adren knew that they were perhaps the most skilled lovers out of all the races. He soon felt ready to cum when Velithela released his cock and began to slowly stroke it.
“Tease,” he said with a grin.
“I know you love it,” she replied before giving the shaft a long lick. “So tell me, are we going to keep training those two here?”
“For now,” replied Adren as he pulled Velithela onto his lap. He sucked on her neck, causing the Blood Elf’s head to be thrown back. “We’ll be heading home so we can train them more properly. Then the real fun can begin.”

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The Elder Scrolls: Rise of the Sword-Runner *Teaser 2*

At the Battle of Whiterun – Much further on in the story probably the Mid-Point
Rickard looked behind him, 1800, Steel Armour clad Stormcloak War Chargers with Chainmail helms; his own company he founded with Jarl Ulfrics permission, backed by 500 Stormcloak Archers and 16 Catapults.
The War Chargers themselves were taught by Rickard Sword-Runner himself. He taught them how to fight from horseback with sword, spear, axe and lance, for only the biggest, toughest and best soldiers could join the War Chargers, each of them over 6ft 7in, they truly were a fearsome sight, and the only stormcloak battalion to be made up of soldiers from each of the holds, Falkreath, Whiterun, The Pale, Winterhold, The Reach, Eastmarch, The Rift, Haafingar and Hjaalmarch, and each were split up into 9 divisions whose steel kite shields and standard bearer bore the Coat of Arms of their respective holds.
But, what made the War Chargers different was that they were not made up solely of Nords, although they made up the majority, there were Red Guards, Khajiit, Wood Elves, Dark Elves, Bretons, Argonisns, people who were fighting for their homes, for their freedom, for Skyrim. To show all of Nirn that this is not simply a Nord Rebellion, but a rebellion for all who call Skyrim home, for all who have experienced the long cold of Skyrim, and have earned the right to call Skyrim, Home.
Rickard rode at the head of the column as it unfurled in a long line across the plains like a giant steel snake bristling with spears. Before them lay Whiterun, the Stormcloaks main force had already began the battle with the Dovakiin at its head as it rushed the main gates. The archers and catapults in Rickards company had readied themselves at had targeted the city, their arrows alight and boulders covered in tar.
Rickard raised his steel clad arm with his mailed fist into the air, the archers took aim, the seconds slowed and slipped by as time itself seemed to slow, then, his fist dropped, swift and heavy as a giant fiery wall lifted from the very earth in one motion, flying through the air in a flaming fury, smashing into the city with a roaring crash as the western stone wall of the wind district collapsed in an explosion of red glory.
Rickard looked to his right, upon a raised patch of earth stood four figures, two slender figures encased in silver-steel armour, silver blonde, and auburn hair flowing in the wind, as two others stood holding his own Coat of arms, A pair of golden lions rampant facing each other on a field of black with a white shield between then outlined in gold with a black cross on it, a red horse and steel clad knight stood at its centre, rearing wielding a golden lance
He spurred his steed forward up the hill, a huge crystal white war horse, almost 6ft 8in in height with a long golden mane and tail, encased in enamelled silver armour.
He rode up alongside the two slender figures, Linevia and Mjoll. He turned to face the bristling spiked steel wall behind him.
“My brothers and sisters!” He roared in a bombing authoritative voice of steel,
“See before you the feeble might of the glorious Imperial Legion” he called out as a rolling laughter spread through the ranks
“Today my brothers and sisters we show all of Nirn what it means to be from Skyrim. It matters not what colour your skin, furred or scaled, we are all the sons and daughters of Skyrim! These imperial dogs no nothing of the cold hard winter winds and waters of the north! These lands are where this empire was founded! Lets us show them that no longer will the north bend the knee to weak willed old men! Arise riders of Skyrim! Arise riders of the north! Feel the cold on your face and take heart in it! These are our lands not theirs this is our home!
Forward unto death
Forward unto glory
Forward war chargers!” He boomed as his mighty horse reared beneath him and the deep horns sounded Bummm-BOOOOM bummmm-BOOOOM bummm-BOOOOM
He tore his Spartan helm from his saddle, its black plume ridding down the helm.
He slammed it down on his head, spun around on his horse, kicked in with his knee and shot off like a bolt as the noise of reading lances and steel shields sounded across the hills, 1800 strong.
The riders rode closer and closer to the burning breach, black arrows flying overhead. Rickard thrust his shield arm out and as graceful as a water dancer 1500 riders broke off south headed for the Stormcloak camp with Mjoll at its head to help the the assault on the main gates
As they neared the breach the smoke began to clear 14 men stood in the breach, 9 legionnaires and 5 Guards whilst 7 more guards manned the wall with bows. Thrusting his Lance into the air before readying for the charge a group of 70 men in his own Battalion threw their spears, long hollow 6ft spears tipped in Silver with a lead counter balance at its base. The 70 spear like javelins cascaded down upon the wall breaking on the stone, sinking into soil, straw and flesh. four of the archers fell, picked off their feet by the monstrosities, alongside 3 of the ground men, all guards.
“Yea-AHHHHHH!” Rickard roared as he aimed his lance in his right hand at the Legate of this group of centurions.
The seconds slowed as the 400 men drew closer and closer to the wall.
12 meters.
8 meters.
6 meters.
2 meters.
1 meter.
BANG
Rickards lance drove through the Legates right eye, ripping straight through leaving a huge gaping hole in the right side of his face and his horse trampled a legionnaire in front of him and his lance drove into the heart of a Whiterun Guard and stuck, their feeble shield wall began to break as two legionnaires ran after him.
Rickard felt a sharp sting in his shoulder as an imperial arrow sank deep into it. A loud scream sounded as he looked back for an instant and saw the armer impaled with a bushel of arrows, fall from the wall whilst the rest of the men, 300 strong crashed into the Legions shield wall and it shattered, the men crushed beneath horse hooves like ma stone wall had fallen on top of them.
A group of 50 guards and legionnaires charged at them as Rickard looked forward again, unstrapping his shield he quickly shifted it to his left arm leaving it free as he drew The Ebony Blade from its sheath, weilding it with one hand like a man would a knife.
He let another roar escape his throat, the roar of the lion the Chargers called it so fearsome and frightening that 12 of the 50 legionnaires stopped in fear.
Thrusting The Ebony Blade in the air as he rode past the Hall of the Dead another volley of arrows were let lose into the Legion as Forty city guardsmen joined the battle from Dragonsreach and the Plains District, 21 legionnaires fell.
Rickard howled like a wolf as he swung the Ebony Blade at the fist man on his right, cleaving a gaping hole from knave to collar bone in the man as he swung round at the the left cleaving a mans head in two as the rest of the Chargers crashed into the Legionnaires.
His moment died as he got caught in a press of bodies, Rickard was swinging wildly at the legionnaires and City Guards, hacking and slashing, this way and that way.
His arm was tiring as he swung the great sword, spun his horse left am right, and the unending torrent of mace, axe, sword and arrow blows rained down on his shield.
A large man ran up to him wielding an Iron Battle-axe and roaring wildly as he swung heavily up, under his horse hoping it wasn’t armoured there. It was. His axe struck the leather strap holding the saddle to his horse, snapping it but not breaking through the mail.
Rickard spun his horse round to face the man but as he did so his saddle slipped from his horses back as it reared back and brought its hooves down on the mans helmed head, crushing it in the iron cage with a horrifying crunch.
Rickard hit the ground hard, his shield clattering across the stones to the great cream barked tree in he centre of the courtyard as his men cut through the Legionnaires, their numbers melting away like an ice-cube in a hot fire.
Rickard struggled to his feet as a sharp sting struck his body, an arrow, piercing the light mail between his cuirass and his greaves , sinking deep into his flesh as a man charged at him with sword in hand. Rickard swatted the sword from the mans hand, roughly punching the man in the head with a mailed fist. He spun round quickly as a man spun a great-sword at his head, he ducked, stabbed upward slashed right, cleave a gash in a helmed face, swung chopped an arm off, pain, hammer struck steel, spin parry stab, parry slice, parry cleave, block kick punch.
“Raiden” a ghostly voice called out
Duck, dodge, slice, stab, cleave, chop, kill
“Raiden” the voice called out desperately this time
Duck, dodge, side step. Too late.
An arrow embedded itself half an inch in under Rickards arm, the breath sucked out of him as he roughly tore his helm off and threw it down.
“Raiden . Peace. Remember the promise” the voice called again, and Rickard, once again Raiden, was gone.
His pain in his limbs was gone, the wounds too. He stood looking around him a sudden chill as he watched the Icy tundra around him, a girls giggles bounced around him as he turned around.
There stood a girl, 17, beautiful, her ling chocolate brown hair tied back in a pony tail with two braids running down the sides of her head, her aqua eyes staring at him smiling and full of happiness, her tanned skin shinning in the sun.
He looked down at he outstretched arms, a beautiful crystal, glowing lightly with all the colours of the rainbow.
“Take it Raiden, It’s yours. Remember your promise, never forget me” the girl said as she placed the crystal in his open palm, a silver chain roped through the top of it for a necklace.
A high pitch screech began to build up all around him as his head began to pound and everything began to vibrate.
The girls form became like glass, cracks, carving their way over her face and body. Then everything exploded. Darkness consumed him. Out of the darkness a man walked forth, the man looked at him, he looked to be 24 or 25, tall 6ft 8in, and heavily muscled his long golden blonde hair hung messy around his head, his electric blue eyes shifting constantly between electric blue and emerald green. A thin stubbly blonde beard strapped his chin and jawline. His voice was deep and commanding, yet strangely comforting and familiar
“Remeber who you are you fool!” He said as the black turned to bright white.
When his eyes opened he was surround by hundreds of figures, all wearing something different, all different ages between 17 to as old as 76, they all stared at him with the same face
“Remember who you are!” They said in unison and the white flashed again even brighter than before, and he was back again on the battlefield.
An arrow was heading for his face, his senses came back to him, he swatted it away as the archer was filled with arrows. Standing up and looking about him, 15 men lay dead around him, his blade coated heavy with blood.
He looked into his palm and there sat the crystal as bright and beautiful as it had been when he first saw it. Slowly he placed it over his head as it came to rest gently on his steel clad chest.
He stood up, and never before had his path been clearer to him.
He rallied his 11 best warriors to him including Linevia. An Argonian, two female Khajiit, an Orc, three Nords, two Dark Elves and A Redguard, Linevia a Wood Elf and himself, who they said was Atmorran.
He turned to the remaining two hundred and four warriors,
“Men, clear out this district before doing so in the Plains District, take as many prisoner as possible and harm no one who does not bear steel against you!” He boomed before marching towards Dragonreaches great Stone steps.
“Rickard are you alright?” A soft voice asked as he turned to face Linevia, her face coated with concern
“Ye-Yeah” he said unsure as they reached the top of the stairs.
Behind the stars stood four young men, 16 or seventeen, sweating profusely in their mail coats and scaled helms,
“Stay, st-st-st stay back” one of the said his eyes moist and red with tears as he waved his sword pathetically at the company
“Put down the blade boy, We won’t harm you” Rickard said, he pitied the boy
“Ha ha ha the noble Jarl fear us!” The or named Rangdush bellowed
“You- you, my father fell…” The boy said as his sword fell limp at his side and he pulled his helm from his head his red hair coated with sweat.
“What was his name?” Rickard asked kindly as he took a step forward,
“Joran” The boy replied as the others dropped their swords and sat down solemnly on the wood bridge “I saw your men drag him off” the boy finished as tears began to stream down his face.
“What is your name?”
“Essel, Essel White-Bane”
“Essel White-Bane, if your father Joran White-Bane was dragged of by *my* men then he is safe and will not be harmed, if he is already harmed my healers will look after them as they will do with all the injured of this battle”
“Re-Really?”
“Yes. Would you like to go to him?”
“Yes”
“Very well” Rickard finished as he looked to the satchel on his hip and drew out a phial filled with white powder and handed it to him as the Khajiit twins Rak-Shel and Ris-An removed the barricade
“What do I do with this?” eric asked as he looked at the Phial,
“Spread the powder in a P shape on your cuirass, leave all your weapons here, keep your hands in the air and leave the city through the breach in the wall” Rickard explained as he walked up to the doors.
The four young boys did as they were bid, green boys, unknowing of war, fools, Rickard thought as he pushed open the heavy wood doors of Dragonsreach and the four boys walked off arms in the air, towards the breach, unarmed and of no threat.
As he ascended the stars of Dragonsreach to the great hearth in the middle of the hall he saw Jarl Balgruuf standing defiant, his houscarls and thanes standing defiant alongside the Legion Commander an sever legion soldiers, 17 in total
“Surrender, the city is lost, your forces are scattered to the wind Balgruuf, there need not be any more killing! Surrender and you and your children may go to Solitude with an escort of my own, no harm will come to any of you” Rickard boomed to all of them
“You think me a coward!” Balgruff roared,
“No I think you are a fool who thinks he can stand against a combined force of two thousand men with only seventeen”
Rickard retorted as Quick-Eyes, the Argonian and Linevia fanned to the left an right arming their bows as the rest fanned out to Rickards left and right.
The legion soldiers began to lower their arms along with their commander,
“Smart man” Rickard said aloud
“I will surrender, if all those of my men who survived the battle may return to solitude with me” the Commander demanded
“If that is the soldiers choice they may, if it is not they will not” Rickard replied with a smile as the Legion Commander looked puzzled
“What do you mean” the Legion Commander replied cautiously
“I will give them a choice, you see, I plan to expand my… my forces to include a foot based division, if they choose to accept my offer I will train them myself and equip them myself” Rickard replied confidently as the Legion Commander could do nothing but nod in agreement
“Bloody Coward! Craven! TRAITOR!” Balgruuf roared in anger as the 12 Legion men dropped their weapons and left for the breach in the wall. Five warriors now stood at the top of the steps.
A long heavy sigh escaped Balgruufs mouth
“I.” The words caught in his mouth
“Surrender”

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The Darkmoon Faire (part 2)

The Darkmoon Faire (part 2) Rather short, as stories go, but …  whatever. If you’re looking to jack off to this, then… well, enjoy the ending. >:) Think of it as a Valentine’s gift! <3

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Kallen’s lust chapter 2

(A/N: So let’s get right into the next chapter. This part takes place before the wedding of Empress Tianzi. You know, the whole incident with Kallen and Lelouch talking and Kallen accidentally crashing on top of them before they’re both interrupted by C.C about the stupidest of things, before Kaguya interrupts them with something a little more important. That’s pretty much the timing for this. Enjoy).
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Code Geass R2 episode 7
Kallen’s pov
With Nunally’s announcement of the revival of the SAZ the first thing I did was call Lelouch, but the connection failed before I could connect through and every subsequent call it said the number was out of service. Determined to speak with him. I went to go find him, and I knew exactly where he’d be. And that’s exactly where I found him. The Shinjuku Ghetto, where he first masqueraded as Zero. A lot’s happened since then. The fact that Lelouch is Zero used to bother me, but it doesn’t anymore. They’re just two sides of the same coin really. The fact that Lelouch is Zero means that there is good in him and he’s not just an apathetic jerk. I’ve finally come to terms with it, and so I had planned to seek out and tell him what he meant to me.
“I figured you’d come here,” I told him. “This is where Zero…where you started everything.” He turned to look at me. I walked towards him, “Lelouch I want to tell you something. I…” I took a half a step back when I noticed what he was about to inject into his left arm and gasped. “That’s…”
“Refrain,” he said depressingly. “You’re familiar with it aren’t you? Brings back memories of the good old days.”
NO! We’re down, but we’re not out. He can’t just give up. Zero…Lelouch…my hero just can’t give up. I stomped towards him and wrenched the drug out of his hand, “Don’t joke like that!” I grabbed the injector and threw it on the ground. “So what if you failed this time?” I asked. “Can’t you just think of another one of your plans and bounce us back? Just give me an order! Should I pilot my Knightmare? Or maybe play decoy? I’ll do whatever you want me to do!” I pleaded. And I really would do just about anything. I didn’t want Lelouch to be like this. We needed him to be strong. Why couldn’t he just act like the hero I know he can be?
“Then…comfort me,” he told me.
Comfort him? I took a half a step back. I…I wasn’t prepared for that order, but I…I didn’t want to object to it either. I…I could easily give him morale support.
Lelouch stood up and walked towards me. “That’s something women can do right?” he lifted my chin to look towards him.
Is his mind really set on…that? I wondered. He started to draw his lips towards mine. I…I can do this, but…this is all wrong. No! It’s not supposed to be like this. I’m not just going to be an outlet to medicate him. I slapped him across the face. “Snap out of it Lelouch! You’re Zero right now! You carry the responsibility for showing us a dream! You need to keep that dream alive for us until the very end!” A tear started to roll down my face. “We need you to be Zero with all your heart.” Of course I needed it more. “Play your role like you mean it!” I ran away fighting back tears until I had to stop to catch my breath. I looked back to where Lelouch was. I’m sorry, Lelouch, but I’m not your toy. Not unless you really act like you love me…like a hero loves his heroine…only then will I allow you to take me.
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Episode 9
Lelouch and I were at the observation deck in our granted area of land, as the Japanese, by the Chinese Federation. The windows were closed to prevent anyone from seeing in. We were doing some tech work while we discussed our next move. I was standing on the desk, fiddling with a fuse box attached to the ceiling, while Lelouch worked down beneath the desk.
“Do you really want to take over the Chinese Federation’s capital?” I asked him.
“In such a way that we won’t be viewed as invaders,” Lelouch told me, “If we overthrow Luo Yang then we clear one of the conditions for defeating Britannia. I smiled at how back to his old self Lelouch was acting. I liked him when he was acting like he was some big shot hero and a master strategist. It gave me goosebumps. This was the side of Lelouch I admired. “What’s the matter?” his voice startled me and I tripped over the box I was standing on and crashed on top of him. Our faces were inches from each other, our lips so close to touching. My heart beat rapidly.
I pushed up so that my elbows weren’t bent, “Tell me something Lelouch. Why did you come back to us?” He really didn’t have to. The black knights continued for an entire year without him and they could continue even without him. So what made him decide to return?
He dodged the question and said, “Kallen, when this is all over, will you return to Ashford Academy with me? Cause I…”
“Tabasco.” Both Lelouch and I turned our heads to see C.C sitting across the room eating Pizza. “It needs Tabasco, but all we have is hot sesame oil. What should I do?”
She completely ruined the moment. I hated her. Why did she always do that? Before the situation continued any farther though the intercom beeped and Kaguya shouted, “Master Zero hurry! Come to the Ikagura immediately! We’ve got big trouble.” At least something important was interrupting us than a minor issue with Pizza.
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That evening
Entering the banquet with Lelouch, as Zero, in tow may not have been the best idea, but at least it let Britannia know we were onto them. I was shocked when Nina tried to attack and kill Lelouch. She was held back, but it just emphasized the point that our presence would not be welcome at the wedding. I told Lelouch we should’ve made our only appearance then, but he said it was necessary that we showed up that day, as per part of the plan. I tried to get some shut eye before the big event tomorrow, since Lelouch was going to rouse everybody early the next morning and announce our battle plan, but I couldn’t sleep, and it wasn’t just because I was too excited about tomorrow. Battle always made me nervous. I never knew if I was going to make it to the next day or not.
What was bothering me is that I needed to talk to Lelouch. I needed to talk to him about our relationship, and I needed to do it now. I went to his room and knocked. “Zero,” I asked, just in case anyone in the hall heard me call him by his real name if I had said it. There was no response anyway. “Are you asleep? I don’t mean to wake you, but…I want to talk to you. I know I should get some sleep before the big event tomorrow, but there’s just something I need to talk to you about.” No answer still. The first thing to cross my mind was that he was probably busy screwing C.C most likely. The two of them were like a regular pair of lovers. And now I was angry.
I huffed and began to storm off, jealous thoughts and plans to take that bitch out of the picture crossed my mind.
“Kallen,” I turned around. Lelouch, well rather Zero, was skulking about the hallways of the Ikaruga, or so it seemed.
“Sorry,” I turned around, “I couldn’t sleep.” I told him.
“You should try to anyway, tomorrow’s a big day.” I confirmed that he couldn’t have been in his room then.
I noticed he was starting to walk away. “Ah wait a minute,” I called out. He stopped. “Could we talk, one on one?”
“Aren’t we doing that right now?” he asked turning back around about halfway.
“I want to talk privately…it’s important,” I swallowed and then added, nervously, “Can we go to your room…please?”
“I suppose,” he said. I followed him to his room and he removed his mask and cape and hung it up neatly. He sat down on the couch. “What did you want to talk about?”
“Lelouch…you didn’t answer my question earlier. Why did you come back to us?” I asked.
“Because that’s where you are Kallen,” Lelouch told me.
“Lelouch?” I gasped, blushing slightly.
“I’m sorry if I was making you feel uncomfortable the other day, but I…Kallen I just…” he was trying to apologize now…how sweet.
I smiled and walked towards him until I could reach out and pull him towards me if I wanted. “No…it’s ok…Lelouch I…” Yes…this is it…this…is how it it’s supposed to go. My hand found Lelouch’s and they joined with each other, our fingers filling in the spaces between the others. I close my eyes. Our lips connect. I tried to fight for dominance, but he completely defeated me when he drove his tongue into my mouth and pinned mine down gliding his across it as if he was stroking it. I felt his other hand behind my head. I could feel myself feeling short of breath and pulled away. I looked at him with pursed lips and soft eyes. “May I ask a request of you?” I asked him putting my arms around the back of his neck.
“What is it?” he asked me.
“The other day you asked me to comfort you. Lelouch…I’ve wanted to do it, even before I knew Zero was you.” I ran my hand through his hair. “Before I knew that I always wanted to be the one you looked to for support, but how you were acting…it wasn’t like I had imagined.”
The smirk on his face seemed like he was getting into the idea. As if he was interested in playing out my fantasy, “How did you imagine it then?” he asked.
“Just be you, treat me as though you are truly gifted to have me,” I told him.
Lelouch put his hand above my chest, “I already do think of you like that Kallen,” his eyes were soft. He wasn’t acting. He meant that.
“Th-then…just take me,” I told him. I ran my other hand up and down his chest. “Be like the hero I know you are and make love to me.”
He smirked deviously, “Maybe I should punish you like you’ve been a bad subordinate for disobeying orders.”
“Now have I ever disobeyed your orders?” I asked flirtatiously, getting into this.
“Right now,” he said and reached for my zipper, “You’re not getting undressed fast enough.” He pulled it down part way.
“Hey!” I pulled back away from him. “That’s cheap.” I reached for his shirt, but he grabbed my hand. “You’ve been a bad girl Kallen,” he acted, “Let me show you how I treat female subordinates who step out of line.”
“You think you’ll break me,” I chuckled with a smile.
“Of course I can,” he said reaching into my uniform and squeezed my breast hard, causing me to yelp. “I can do whatever I want to you, I’m the boss.”
“You think I’ll let you get away with this. Isn’t this sexual harassment?” I acted.
“Who are you going to tell?” he smirked, “I’m the one in charge and there’s no policies in the Black Knights about stuff like this.”
“You’re cruel,” I said lustfully.
“I am,” he agreed.
We kissed as he rotated my breast and wrapped his other hand around my back, “Kallen I…”
There was a knock at the door. Of all the lousy ti…
“Who is it?” Lelouch called.
It was Tamaki, “Oh good it sounds like you’re still up.”
“I’m in the middle of something Tamaki and after that I’m going to bed, can this wait until tomorrow?” Lelouch asked.
There was a pause, possibly for Tamaki sighing or growling behind the door, “I suppose so.”
“Get some rest!” Lelouch called out.
“Well that was lousy timing,” I huffed, “We always seem to get interrupted.
Lelouch leaned me back and lunged over me a little more, “Does it matter?” Lelouch growled like a hungry animal, “We can continue now at least.” He licked the side of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine and then sucked on it.
“Ah! Lelouch that’s…” I squealed.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, playing with my breast again, causing me to have to twist my legs because of how it felt. “Don’t you like how that feels?”
“I…I do, b-but…”
“Not only are you bad, you’re also dirty. I never would’ve guessed.” He put his arm behind my neck and trailed his hand down from my breast down towards my crotch. He stroked a single finger up the spot around my most sensitive area.
“Ah…Lelouch,” I could feel myself starting to become wet, “D-don’t…th-that’s…” I couldn’t talk and just gasped in a high pitch, balling my fist and bringing it up near my mouth. “S-stop.” He moved his hand. “No, don’t I…”
“Do you want me to do this or not? Make up your mind,” Lelouch said to me.
“I want it,” I muttered, averting his gaze.
“Sorry didn’t catch that,” Lelouch said.
“I want it,” I said it a little bit louder, blushing.
“Still can’t hear you,” he taunted.
“I want it!” I cried out.
Lelouch brought his hand back to wear it was and stroked up and down my sensitive area. I moaned in orgasmic glee. He then started poking his finger as though he was trying to create a hole in my uniform. “Stop teasing me,” I told him.
Lelouch wrapped his arm all the way around my back and grabbed my chest with his free hand. “Overstepping your boundaries now are we? Looks like I’ll have to increase your punishment.” Lelouch dragged the top of my uniform all the way off. And then twirled me around and pinned me to the bed, holding onto my arms. He removed my pants and my panties, throwing them to the ground. “Now stay there like a good girl.” He told me and then went and removed his pants and everything else and then leaned back on top of me, pressing a firm hand in between my chest.
“Punish me, Lelouch,” I moaned.
“With pleasure,” he said. He hovered over me. I turned my head to the side waiting for the moment of no return.
Lelouch broke out of the character he had set up, “Something the matter Kallen?”
“This is my first time,” I said bringing my middle knuckle up towards my mouth, almost biting down on it.
“You think it’s any different for me?” He asked.
I sat up, also breaking out of character, “What?” This was a surprise.
Lelouch sat down next to me. Both of us had exited the scenario completely, “What you thought I was some awesome player or something?”
“Well you come across as an apathetic jerk to the Student Body, and you know what they say ‘girls love bad boys’, I thought possibly with at least one of them. I thought maybe Shirley without a doubt…”
“No,” he said sternly, “I never did it with Shirley…I blew my chance,” he looked away, like he was recalling a painful memory. His head shook slightly from side to side and then he looked back at me. “But that doesn’t matter I have you…don’t I?”
“Yes,” I said softly, with a smile, grabbing him around the neck and pulling him down on top of me, “you do. Now, shall we resume?”
“Yeah,” Lelouch said, now prepared to enter me, “Let’s.” We resumed our scenario. “And now I’m going to punish you for your disobedience Kallen.” He entered into me and popped my cherry. It hurt at first, but the pain subsided and the fantasy I had long since had, started to become a reality. Unfortunately there was suddenly another knock at the door. I growled under my breath.
“Who is it? I’m kind of busy in here.”
Of all people it was C.C, “Lelouch, why is the door locked?”
“I’m doing something really important and I can’t be disturbed,” He answered.
“Well where am I supposed to sleep? Don’t we usually share our room?” she asked.
They share a room and he never screwed her once? I thought. That was something to ask about before we continued.
“There’s probably an empty room somewhere, use the cockpit of one of the Knightmares if you need it,” Lelouch told her.
“Very well,” she finally went away.
“Just how many times are we going to be interrupted?” Lelouch sighed. “Anyway, let’s…”
I was going to ask about him and C.C before we moved on, “Hold up, you’re telling me you and C.C share a room and you never screwed her once?”
“Well…no. Why would I want to anyway? She gets on my nerves half the time,” Lelouch said. “Maybe if she was a little more honest or upfront about what she wanted out of me then maybe, but you know what they say, the early bird catches the worm.” He smirked.
“Was that meant to be sexual?” I asked.
“Maybe,” he said and then started to screw me, pinning my arms down at my sides. “Now then, this is what I do to those who are disloyal, got it Kallen?”
“Yes, I understand…I’m sorry,” I pretended to apologize. My boobs bounced as Lelouch thrust in and out of me.
“Are you sorry, you seem to be enjoying this,” Lelouch smirked.
“I am, I enjoy you being in me. Punish me,” I gasped, “Punish meeeeeee.”
Lelouch picked up his speed and really laid into me. I grunted and moaned in pleasure. He eventually withdrew, turned me over and entered into me from behind, hands on my hips. I grabbed the bedpost as Lelouch fucked me from behind. “Ohhhhh…ahhhh…uhhhh…” I moaned. It felt so good. Lelouch reached underneath me and grabbed my tits.
“Have you learned your lesson Kallen?” he asked, his hot breath, breathing into my ear.
“Y-yes,” I moaned, “b-but…I like this…I l-like this.” We continued to fuck until I could feel my entire body start to tingle all over I was getting close to climaxing. Lelouch sat on his knees and pulled me on top of him, pumping into me from behind, playing with my boobs. I was so close to reaching my limit. I became more vocal as I got closer and closer to reaching my peak. “I…I’m about to…I’m about to come.”
“Come Kallen,” Lelouch told me. “I order you to come.”
I continued to moan and grunt and squeal until I couldn’t hold back any more. “I’m coming!” I declared and shook and trembled and let my fluids drip out of me as I felt Lelouch do the same, releasing inside of me. I fell forward. Lelouch lowered me down gently. I panted as I came down from my high.
Lelouch stroked my back as he lay down next to me. “That was amazing,” he told me, smiling at me.
“It really was,” I agreed and then pushed up off my back and went to get my clothes.
“Where are you going?” Lelouch asked me.’
“Back to my room. What will the others think if it’s released that I slept with you?” I asked him back.
“No one has to know,” Lelouch came over and hugged me from behind, burying his head into the side of my neck, “This’ll be our little secret.”
“But what about C.C?” I asked.
“I think she gets the picture that this room is off limits till morning,” Lelouch told me.
“What if you’re wrong?” I asked.
“Well the door’s locked, and even if she does find out it’s not like she’ll tell anyone,” Lelouch assured me. “Now come on, it’s all right.”
“I don’t know,” I looked down at the ground.
“Don’t make me give you a direct order now,” he nuzzled.
“Oh fine, what the heck,” I agreed.
“Excellent,” he let go of me and we lay down together, facing each other. Lelouch grabbed a remote control and shut off the lights.
“Goodnight Kallen,” Lelouch said to me.
“Goodnight…Lelouch,” I said. We snuggled down, and fell asleep.

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It had started out as a simple day out at sea. Funny how things can change so quickly. They had only been out a couple of hours before the attack began. The pirate ship seemed to descend upon them like a hawk snatching its prey. The brave Alliance sailors tried their best to repel them, but they were out manned and out gunned. Even so, the pirates seemed to fight to capture and not kill. Several people were injured, and badly, but no one was killed.
Yet.
Raalia now sat on the ground with the others all lined up in several neat rows. She was a Draenei priestess who had been on her way to the Eastern Kingdoms to meet up with her guild in Stormwind. But now she had to deal with this mess. The pirates stared at her perfect hourglass shaped body and C sized breasts that went well with her light blue skin as well as her dark long hair. Her stomach was flat due to years of fasting which made her look even more appealing. Her small lips and silver, almond shaped eyes fix her oval shaped face perfectly. Two tentacles were on each side of her neck and her hooves were shinny as well. Her robes were red and tanned colored which showed off all her curves.
Beside her were two other women. One was a young blond woman with tanned skin. From what Raalia knew she was a low level mage named Callie. Then there was a pink haired Gnome who was a beginner warlock whose name she didn’t know.
None of them were even close to these pirates’ power or skill. Their races varied. There were several Orcs and Trolls but there were also a couple of humans and Night Elves as well. Here and there she could see a goblin or two mumbling to themselves about who knows what. Yet out of all of those who attacked, three stood out above the rest.
The first was a female Troll who was dressed in a brown bead covered kilt and a matching mantle draped over her shoulders that only covered her breasts. Her skin matched that of the Draenei, but her hair was a bright green color that stood up like three Mohawks that were braided at the end. Her tusks were smaller than most females, toothpicks compared to that of the males of her race. From what Raalia had seen this Troll was a shaman whose magic healed her crewmates while they fought.
Then there was the female Orc who wore the skimpiest clothing of any of the pirates. She was dressed simply in a small loin cloth and a fur covered bra. Her brown hair was braided into a single long pony tail that went past her ass and ended with a large white fang. Her face looked soft and smooth compared to the males of her race giving her a more pleasant look. However it was hard to see that while she was firing her gun during the fight while her spider pet shot its webs at the sailors.
Finally, there was the female Blood Elf mage. She wore a red button up shirt that was only buttoned right below the breasts showing everyone her cleavage as well as her mid-section and white pants that seemed like they were skin tight. Her long, flaming red hair matched her personality as she took delight in setting several people aflame. And as she walked she swayed her hips back and forth in a seductive manner.
Suddenly, a large figure began to walk the board the connected the two ships. It was a Tauren, and an old one at that. He had a horn missing and seemed to be wearing glasses.
“Captain on deck,” called out the Blood Elf once the Tauren stepped onto the ship. The Tauren then turned and moved out of the way for the figure behind him. It was a human with brown hair and brown eyes. He was dressed in a long red jacket that was lined with gold and open so that all could see he bare, muscular chest. He also had on white pants and black boots. What was truly shocking about him was his sized. He was barely above five feet tall and his face gave him the appearance of someone much younger making it impossible for anyone to guess how old he was. On his hips were two swords that seemed to drip a strange green liquid.
Once he was on deck, the Blood Elf practically draped herself onto him from behind. Her small hands rested on his shoulders as she pressed her body against his. She moved her head close to his ear and whispered something. Whatever it was seemed to please the captain for a small smile appeared on his face. Raalia fought back a gasp as she watched the pirate captain reach back and squeeze the Elf’s ass. Then he turned his attention to his captured crew.
“Listen up,” in said in a surprisingly deep voice. “I am Captain Adren Hellstein, leader of the Nether Sea Pirates. We refuse to bow before the power of the Alliance or the Horde. I don’t care what race you are, who you side with, or anything. Once you are in our sights, you are our prey. Now, letting you live means that there will be more sailors out there to loot in the future. So as long as no one tries anything stupid we can make this nice and quick.” He turned and looked at his men. “Check their cargo and take their weapons. I want this raid to produce more than a few coppers!”
His men cheered as she ran down to the holds below the deck. As they did, Raalia felt the captains gaze fall on her. He seemed to be studying her and nodding every once in a while as if he were looking at a check list. He then turned his attention onto Callie and seemed to repeat the process, but with fewer nods. Slowly his gaze fell back on the Draenei which made her feel every uncomfortable. The gaze was like a blade which pierced her to the core. Like he was ripping off her clothing with just his eyes. A sigh of relief almost escaped her lips once his focus was taken away from her as his crew began to bring up crates from the lower decks. The Tauren pulled out a scroll and a quill pen as he began to inspect the contents of each crate. Then after each one he would say something in his native tongue and the crate would be taken to the other ship. Once the last crate was onboard the Tauren turned toward Adren and grunted.
“Not enough,” he said as he handed his captain the scroll. Adren scanned the scroll and slowly let out a sigh. Then he turned to his captives.
“We have a problem,” he said simply. “According to my trusted colleague, what we took from you won’t even cover the costs of the cannon balls we fired at you. Nothing but cheap weapons, rations, and wool. Now, who will speak for all of you?”
“I do,” said the Captain Heroldmoore as he stood up. He was an old man from what Raalia could tell. His hair was grey and had a scar on his left eye.
“I see,” replied Adren. “Well then, I’m feeling good right now so I’ll make you a deal. I’ll take the female Draenei and human to make you for our loses. In exchange I’ll let you and the rest of your crew go free. I’ll even let you keep your rations.”
“Never,” said Heroldmoore as he spat on Adren. “I demand that you fight me one on one for…” He didn’t get any farther as Adren vanish and appeared behind him. Then, in a single motion stabbed him in the back. Then, just as quickly, Adren pulled out his blade and allowed Heroldmoore to fall to the ground.
“Now who is in charge,” asked Adren. The first mate stood up, shaken at seeing his captain killed before his eyes. “Do you agree with my terms?”
“Y-Yes sir,” stammered the first mate. Adren nodded and motioned towards the two women seated on the ground. Two orcs then went over two the two women in question, picked them up, and carried them over to the pirate ship.
-x-
Raalia found herself in the captain’s private quarters. She hadn’t seen Callie since they had been taken onboard. The last she saw of her she was being taken to the lower deck. Raalia knew that she might have shared her fate had the captain not ordered her taken into his private quarters.
The room itself wasn’t unpleasant. One entire wall was a window that allowed her to see were the ship had been and on both sides were bright red drapes. Currently she was sitting on a nice oak bed while facing a bookshelf on the other end. The door was closed and she was sure it was being guarded. Right now they were too far out at sea for her to try and escape. But once they made port she would make her break. It was her only real option.
There was then a knock on the door and a moment later Adren walked in. with him he carried a pot and two empty cups which he placed on a small table near the bed. Silently he poured tea into both cups. When he was done he pick up one and began to drink from it and then set it back on the table to show that he had in fact drunk from it. Finding herself thirsty, Raalia picked up her own cup and drank from it.
“It’s good,” she said. “What is it?”
“Steelbloom Tea,” said Adren as he picked up his cup once again and then sat down next to Raalia. “It’s an old family recipe. You’re now the fourth person to have tried it on this ship except for me.”
“I am honored,” said Raalia as she drank a bit more tea. “So, what is to be my fate?”
“Direct I see,” said Adren. Raalia suddenly began to feel warm, but ignored it to listen to her captor. “Right now I think you can guess what I plan on doing to you. However, the overall scheme is that I plan on selling you.”
“Excuse me,” demanded Raalia. However, her voice was a bit weaker now. Also, the heat was beginning to grow. It had begun in her stomach, but was now moving towards her legs. She could feel her panties getting wetter.
“I’m sure that you think that there are no more slaves,” said Adren as he drank from his tea. “But that is not true. Secretly, there is a good market for sex slaves. Most people want blondes or anything with a big enough bust. But there are also those who want something more…exotic. And you don’t come across a find like this every day.”
At this point, Raalia was on her back. Her mind was a haze of lust that began to eat away at her rational mind. That space between her legs was getting hotter and hotter. She could feel herself getting wetter and wanting something that she knew she shouldn’t. She tried to fight it, but it was a losing battle as her hands lipped under her robes to caress her folds.
Adren smirked at the Draenei masturbating before him as he set down his cup. From his pocket he pulled out a small dagger and brought it to her neckline. Then, gently, he began to cut his way down until her robes were ripped to shreds. But he didn’t stop there. He also cut off her bra and finally her panties. Now standing he began to admire his handy work. It seems that either priestesses shaved or that Draenei were naturally bare. As he marveled at her body, he began to undress himself until her was equally bare.
Deciding to take her body for a test drive, Adren went to one of Raalia’s hardened nipples and gave it a lick. Hearing her respond with a moan, Adren began to circle it with his tongue and from time to time flick it. At the same time he moved his hand over her other breast and began to play with it. He pinched her nipple and gave it a good twist. He kneaded it for a while and then he gave it a good slap.
Slowly, Adren moved down her body until his face was in front of her pussy. He stared at it as her hand continued to play with herself. Moving her hand out of the way proved harder than he thought for she kept putting her fingers back into her pussy. In the end, Adren had to hold both her hands at her sides so that he could enjoy his meal in peace. And enjoy it he did as he dove it with long, deep licks. Adren found that the taste of pussy juice was different between the races. He had expected Raalia’s to be more like an Orc’s, which had a bitter sweet taste to it. But instead Draenei pussy tasted sweet like strawberries. Raalia arched her body as his tongue began to tease her clit. Electric shocks surged through her body as her eyes rolled back into her head. Soon she found herself trying to thrust herself into his face so that his tongue would go deeper.
“On all fours, like a worg,” he commanded. Raalia could do nothing but obey. She wanted more, she needed more. Of what, she didn’t know but some part did. And that part told her that in order to get it she needed to obey. Soon she felt something long and warm rubbing against her slit. It went back and forth slowly, coating itself with her juices. She began to moan loudly, her eyes closed. Nothing else existed other than this wonderful feeling. Then, to her horror, it stopped.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged.
“Oh, it’s not over yet,” said Adren as he trusted his entire cock into her pussy. Never before had Raalia felt such pain. She screamed as tears ran down her cheeks. She could feel her blue blood run down her legs. Her grip on the sheets tightened and her head sank to the bedding.
Adren paused as he allowed Raalia to get used to the feeling while he savored her pussy. It was so tight and warm. It also felt as smooth as silk. It was taking a lot for him not to cum in her right away. But he couldn’t cum yet. He had to let her feel it all before he started training her. That was his way of doing things. His crew had their own way of training new girl, but he preferred a more gentle approach. Slowly, she would give herself to him. She would play any game, perform any act he desired of her. And she would do it all willingly.
Deciding that she was ready now, Adren began to thrust slowly, causing her to hiss. Smirking, Adren pulled back until he was almost out and then moved forward. It was so, so very slow that it was painful. Soon Raalia began to feel the same way as she moved her hips back in an attempt to keep his cock inside her.
“So you like this?” he asked. Raalia moaned in response and Adren slapped her ass. “When I ask a question you answer! Got it?”
“Yes!” she cried out.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes, I love it!”
A smirk appeared on the captain’s face as he increased the speed of his trust. Raalia cried out again, but not out of pain. The pleasure was overwhelming her. She was seeing colors she never knew existed and could hear her own heart beat. All that mattered right now was this pleasure at this moment. She had been a fool to lock herself away in the life of a priestess. And the pleasure kept on building up like a tidal wave until finally it seemed to explode as she came. But the captain didn’t stop, he just kept pumping into her as she felt another build up and then explode. This happened several more time until he finally came inside her. His hot seed hit her walls causing her to cum one last time before passing out.

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Fantasy

Wild Side

A Warcraft story. About a novie Worgen Druid named Baron and his female Night Elf mentor Illstya.