Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

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Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

“It doesn't hurt to keep in mind,” Isolda would say simply on the subject of her habits, grinning despite herself. The atmosphere of lust, produced between her own aura and Alona's, was more intimidating than any weapon might be, and would no doubt leave anyone who had come intending to cause trouble forgetting that in favor of the two impossibly beautiful women they would have an opportunity to sample. “Of course, there's always an alternative to violence~ If anyone causes trouble, one of us can hold him down while the other “pumps” him for information!” she muttered teasingly, and then let out an unusually girlish giggle at the mental imagery produced by her suggestion.

“Mmmmmm, yeah.... It really is a rush,” Isolda purred, sharing in the fantasy of being the center of attention in such a lust charged environment. It was a glorious image, surrounded by men looking only for her attention, and as that moment drew nearer and nearer she could feel her excitement rising constantly.

More teasing would follow, until Alone asserted that she wouldn't mind the clean up that Isolda had suggested, and when she did the wanderer would smile all the more widely. “Handle it? Eheheh.... Well, you'll see, won't you?” she purred simply, opting to let her actions in the impending encounter speak for themselves where her stamina was concerned. “Ooooh, so they pay extra for what they get to do? Mmmmmm, yeah, four sounds fine~” she continued, and would titter for a moment and shake her head when Alona went to get their first group. The tanned courtesan was back soon enough, and with a crowd of men, their first round of picks for partners, in tow.

Isolda matched the other woman's expression, her body angled to show off her body through the completely see-through garment that was the only stitch of clothing on her. Her gaze swept over them, most of them shorter than the pale warrior by one degree or another but all of them here for one purpose alone, and that was a purpose that the sexually charged wanderer could certainly get behind. “Hello~” she cooed softly after Alona began her dramatic greeting, but then kept her silence as the tanned courtesan went over the rules for the prospective group of men. She met the gaze of any many who had the courage for it, and though they had all come for Alona it was hard to miss the interest displayed by some of them.

Of course, when it came time for the two to divvy up their prospective partners, it was slightly disappointing when the first three went immediately to Alona without any apparent hesitation. The wanderer was starting to become jealous despite herself when the first of her own customers, a nervous young artisan who reminded her somewhat of Ciran, stepped up to her. Isolda smiled invitingly, trying to dispel his nervousness, and to her pleasure he wasn't the last. Her next customer stepped forward with confidence, his bearing marking him as a warrior to her at a single glance, and he was one of the few in the room taller than she was. 'That one's going to have vigor~' she thought to herself as she sized him up, and true to form he, her favorite among the group that she ended up with, was a warrior like herself, the very sort that she would normally use to scratch the itch when she was on the road, so to speak. In the end, she had as many as Alona, four apiece, scoring a red haired artisan and a man who opted to cover his dark hair with a bandana for herself who also seemed to be a tradesman of sorts, and though she mostly set her attention onto her prospective partners Isolda managed to return the brief look of surprise that Alona adopted with a cocky grin.

'By Ceriona this is going to be too much fun~'

Alona's instruction for the men to disrobe allowed Isolda to enjoy a veritable buffet of male flesh, all (or at least half) for her to enjoy to her heart's content. The man in the bandana turned out to be surprisingly well muscled, and after a moment's thought while enjoying the sight of his toned frame she pegged him as a blacksmith, or of some similar trade. The blue haired warrior was, of course, just as impressive, and while the other two weren't notable in comparison, at least where builds were concerned, they certainly weren't ugly, and they both made up for it in their own ways. The red haired one was fairly handsome, and had fairly pretty green eyes that could no doubt be put to use making some innocent maiden swoon had he the charisma for it, though that was hardly necessary here and now. The first to step up to her, the somewhat skittish tradesman, was notably shorter than the rest and probably the least impressive in a purely physical sense, which was all she had to go on based on the criteria that she had available.

All of them were endowed with what she wanted just then, however, and Isolda grinned broadly as Alona closed with her own group and she beckoned the quartet who she was to enjoy – though they might be thinking of it the other way around – to come forward. She wanted their hands on her, and within moments the first of them to show courage did just that, the dark skinned blacksmith striding forward to put his rough hands on her bust. Even though her soft skin was protected by the thin garment covering her torso, Isolda still released an encouraging moan at the sensation produced by his hands rubbing over her sensitive bosom, their stimulation from Oribel having left them extra sensitive even though the felvari had practically emptied her of milk. The one she had marked as a warrior, no less courageous than the blacksmith, moved behind her and dipped his fingers down below, finding Isolda warm, wet, and tight when he dipped a digit into her sex, earning a deep moan in the process. She could feel his length, hard and eager for her attention, rubbing against her back, and the vigor of his motions and the pure size of it was enough to send shivers of excitement pulsing through her already. He was going to be fun!

The other two were a little shy, however, and as Isolda glanced towards Alona briefly she found an ideal way to include them. Gently pushing the warrior and blacksmith back, she dropped to her knees and beckoned the other two forward, licking her lips to clarify her intent. The first in front of her, the blacksmith, was the first to feel her lips on his manhood as she gave the tip of his thick rod a lewd kiss, her tongue circling over the domed head again and again. Her two shy participants got her hands, at first, but Isolda made sure that they knew that they would enjoy their time with her by the steady, gentle strokes offered by her hands. The mercenary ended up left out, for now, but Isolda planned on rewarding him for his patience soon enough.

She cycled through the unnamed men slowly but steadily, first kissing and then slowly parting her lips over the blacksmith, steadily taking him deeper and deeper until his tip nudged against her throat while stroking the shorter man and the redhead in her hands. She only remained that way for a little while, however, as she shifted a hand from the redhead to the smith, the other to the mercenary, and took the shy one who had first approached her into her mouth. He proved to be a bit of a leaker, providing a steady stream of pre for the wanderer to lap up from the head, and so she shifted tactics to licking him from tip to base and back repeatedly and lapping up his built up dew whenever she got near the tip. It was as she was providing her attentions on him that he offered his flattery, and Isolda was nothing if not gracious when given that sort of attention verbally even if it happened to come when she was on her knees with her tongue being applied quite effectively to his cock. Breaking out into as pleased an expression as she could produce without pulling away, Isolda leaned forward a bit further and gave the effeminate man's scrotum a lewd kiss, which she followed up by slowly licking his length up from the base all the way to the tip, her deft tongue remaining relatively still as she slid it along the underside up until she reached the head again. There, she began to swirl her tongue in circles around the tip for a few seconds before her lips finally sealed over it, her cheeks dimpling as she sucked on the sensitive dome in addition to the rapid twirls of her tongue.

Her mouth slowly slid forward after a few seconds, the motions of her tongue shifting to target the underside of his shaft while her head tilted, maintaining eye contact with the short, meek man as she took his manhood into her mouth inch by inch. He was fairly short, at least compared to some of the lengths she was playing with at the moment, and so she didn't even end up having to do much to suppress her gag reflex while driving herself down to take him all the way to the base. Holding herself there with the tip of her first client's cock teasing her throat, Isolda tilted her head slightly to the side, looking up almost quizzically for a moment, before she slid back in the first of a short series of bobbing motions that served to suck out more and more of his constantly leaking prerelease fluids for her to gulp down.

Truth be told, Isolda was tempted to simply keep up her motions until the man gave her a mouthful of his seed, his generous leakage of pre leading her to expect a fairly substantial amount when he gave up the real stuff, but she resisted that temptation for now and opted to move on again after a few moments. Her mouth popped off of his now saliva-slicked manhood, and she shifted again, one hand resuming pleasuring him while the other shifted from the handsome redhead to finally give the mercenary a taste of what she was capable of, her fingers delicately cradling his big dick between her digits and taking up the stroking motion that he had been having to do for himself, albeit a bit faster. It was the redhead who got to enjoy her oral talents next, in the meantime, leaving the blacksmith to stroke himself for the time being.

The redhead got a bit more direct bit of attention than the others, as by that point Isolda was getting so horny that the prospect of not getting any of the ready and able manhoods to quench some of her steadily building lust was becoming increasingly painful and she needed the added distraction. He too wasn't anything special, at least in the length department, but he was thick enough to make up for it, though not nearly thick enough to stop her from swallowing it all the way down to the base in a single quick gulp. She had maybe gone a little bit too fast, as the prodding at her throat caused her to gag, but Isolda was quick to recover and the added pleasure of her throat muscles spasming around him undoubtedly only served to add to his enjoyment of her attention. Even though she overstepped a bit on that first gulp, the pale warrior hardly had any trouble recovering and setting up a fairly quick bobbing motion that had the redhead pumping in and out of her mouth, the tip of his dick repeatedly kissing the back of her throat.

Though her efforts were decidedly energetic, she wasn't going as fast as she could have, and as he showed no signs of hitting his peak she merely continued until she was content before finally moving on to the main course. Pulling away with an audible pop, Isolda finally turned her lips toward the mercenary, whom she had left waiting the longest with only the recent attention to her stroking digits and his own hand to entertain him while she teased the others. Her hand remained at first, to hold his long, thick length up for her to gaze at with an eager grin, the flush on her face and chest and the look of hunger she wore as she gave his ten inch shaft a few preparatory strokes telling of just how horny she was by that point. She let out a soft moan a second after her lips first sealed over the tip, licking up any precum he might have released with a quick swirl of her tongue before she eased forward, taking inch after glorious inch of him into her steadily parting mouth until she could feel him nudging against the back of her throat. He was not only the longest, but also very nearly the thickest, and Isolda loved easing her mouth onto his rod not only for the reflective joy she took in causing pleasure but in imagining how it was going to feel stretching out her inner walls. Were it just the two of them, Isolda would have spent a good long while adoring his manhood with her lips and her tongue before she mounted him and gave him the ride of his life, but she was aware that he wasn't the only one around her and that she couldn't spend too much of her time on him or her other customers would begin to deflate.

Pulling away with a teasing grin as her hand began to pump on the mercenary's cock one more, Isolda turned suddenly and gave another few bobs on the redhead, followed by another pass on the effeminate man who had by that point leaked quite a bit of his pre for her to lick up. She turned back to the blacksmith when he was cleaned up, who had been left to his own devices for a bit, and for him she spent a little bit more effort to make sure he was hard as a rock, bobbing back and forth while writhing her tongue against the base of his shaft. When she turned again to the mercenary, it was the redhead and the blacksmith who got her hands, both pointed at her face as she steadily stroked them in near perfect synchronicity, and he who felt her lips on his manhood again. It was getting near to the end of the foreplay for Isolda, who was rapidly losing lucidity to her mounting arousal, and she could feel the men gathered for her by her courtesan companion getting to that point as well.

They weren't there yet, however, and with her mouth finally on the mercenary's manhood it was a rare opportunity for Isolda to really test the limits of her mouth. She normally didn't take the bigger ones all the way in, as even her ability to suppress her body's natural reactions to such a large intruder had its limits, but she was never one to accept such barriers in others, much less in herself. As inch after inch of her favored client's cock steadily vanished past her lips only to appear again as she pulled back, Isolda punctuated every pause she took at the head with a series of quick licks against the sensitive patch of flesh just past the head before sliding down and taking just a bit more of him into her mouth. Every once in a while she would moan around him, and as she got deeper and deeper she subconsciously stroked her other two partners faster in time by pure reflex.

Even so, when the redhead suddenly cried out without any obvious physical signs to warn her previously and then promptly erupted against her cheek, Isolda still managed to be caught by surprise. Two streams landed against her face, one splattering over her cheek and the other across her cheek and nose, before a third hit her chin as she started moving and rebounded down onto her breasts instead. A fourth stream landed across her lips and nose as she turned, but a second later the wanderer's mouth had enveloped his tip, letting the rest of his generous donation spurt right into her mouth. She had missed most of it, but her continued rapid pumping ensured that he was milked for every drop, and while many women might blanch at the bitter taste and sticky, slimy texture of the goo spurted into her mouth, Isolda was most definitely not one such woman. Once the redhead's spurting was finished, she gave him a few quick bobs along about half of his length to ensure that he was completely empty, and then a little bit more after that.

Sliding back and off of the redhead's length, Isolda left her mouth open, displaying a mouthful of the man's seed to go with the ropes still coating her features, but the hand she'd left on his rod quickly moved to scoop those pearly wads of cream up only to deposit them right into her waiting mouth mere moments later, leaving Isolda mostly clean and with a mouthful of sticky fingers that she eagerly licked clean. Giving the first of her clients to cum one last show by displaying the mouthful of semen she had taken from him, Isolda swished her tongue around in the pool of semen she'd gathered before closing her mouth and swallowing it all down, the first of what would likely be many loads of the stuff that she would be drinking that night.

“Thanks for the treat~” she purred, giving the tip of the spent man one last kiss before he pulled away, and then turned back to the mercenary. Briefly, she considered going on with her foreplay, but at that point Isolda found that she had teased enough. She needed cock, inside of her, and there was a nice big one staring her in the face right now. “Now that I've had desert... How about we move on to the main course? I promise I didn't spoil it,” she purred, and then rose to her feet and planted a hand on the warrior's chest. She pushed him back until he plopped down onto the loveseat, allowing her a brief glimpse of his length standing up, proud and finally dribbling a bit of his precum from the tip, before she dropped onto her knees right down on top of him. Her hands touched him first, one reaching down to grip his length, stroking it, and the other touching his shoulder for stability as the voidic beauty climbed into position on top of the lucky john who would be her first partner for the night. Normally, she might have gone for a bit more teasing, but at the point the build up to being filled had been too much for her to put up with any long without gaining the satisfaction that her body so deeply craved.

Two strokes of her hand, to make sure that he was ready and to aim him at his target, and then Isolda's hips were falling, her petals squeezing but then yielding to the might intruder. The wanderer let out a long, loud, and decidedly fulfilled moan as her pussy stretched around the mercenary's rod, falling fast but loving every inch of her descent. She didn't quite take all of him in the first go, an inch or so of him still outside of her tightly clenched folds by the time his tip kissed her cervix, but at that point Isolda refused to leave even a tiny portion of his rod free of her hungry depths, and Isolda foreced herself down, stretching her insides all the more around his glorious rod, until she felt his balls resting against her quivering rear. It had been a long time since she'd had anything that big inside of her, and even if men like Ciran could touch her deepest doorway with the right angle and enough ferocity, Isolda was always most satisfied when she was with a partner with the size to really stretch her out. Just like this one, though she had on a few occasions managed to find bigger, the ur example being her former mentor, Ulfring.

She wasn't one to compare partners, however, having already had so many different ones across her sexual career and often satisfied to some degree by each of them. Now, however, she couldn't have asked for a better cock on which she could work out her desires, and it was a certainty that the man beneath her couldn't have had a better outlet for his own sexual needs as well. Her folds clenched around him like a vice, trying to draw him in deeper rather than to expel him, for nothing could have been further from the pale warrior's desire at that point. Her hips began to grind, at first, her inner muscles squeezing as she worked her body back and forth, but then she brought both hands up and put them on top of the loveseat on which her partner was reclining just as he finished pulling up her dress. Isolda, having let out a series of low grunts since she'd been filled up, let out another moan like the one she'd released upon the initial penetration as he unleashed his tongue upon the sensitive peaks of her large mounds. Oribel had mostly emptied her reserves, leaving her without the uncomfortable feeling of fullness that she'd had to endure on the long boat ride from Deun, and the felvari's thirst ensured that her present partner was denied a taste of her delicious milk when he switched from flicking his tongue across her tip to outright sucking. That rightly didn't discourage him from continuing, however, especially as he would feel her sex tightening even further thanks to the added stimulation.

Though at first she had been content to grind, the descent of her partner's hand to her hip led to the realization that she wanted something more potent, and without missing a beat Isolda's hips rose until only the tip of the blue haired warrior's manhood was still inside of her. She came down with all her might, aided by his powerful grip, and the almost painful emptiness that her first motion had created was replaced with a gloriously pleasurable sense of fulfillment as she was filled again. Having her cervix prodded that harshly might normally have been uncomfortable, even for her, but she was so pent up right then that she might just as easily have been fresh into Havenport rather than at the end of several days of having some form of sex at least twice a day, and the deep penetration was just the thing that she wanted at that point.

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

The intensity of their coupling grew and grew and grew as she rose repeatedly only to fall onto him anew in an instant, horrid emptiness traded for incredible fullness again and again as raw bliss boiled through every inch of her body. Within moments the two of them colliding together was producing its own lewd applause courtesy of her rounded ass smacking against his hips, every meeting of their bodies causing the soft portions of her body to jiggle in a way that anyone watching – which at that point included everyone in the room – could undoubtedly appreciate. Her head tilted back and her eyes tightly shut, Isolda let her loud moans join the rhythmic clapping of her ass mashing against her partner, her entire being devoted purely to the physical act of sex, of impaling herself again and again upon the cock beneath her until both she and her partner reached ultimate satisfaction. “Yesssssss ahhhnnnn! Fuck me! Nnnn, harder! Ooooh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckkkk!!!! Ahhhhnnnn~ Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck meee!!!! Yesssss!” she screamed, her grip on the top of the loveseat tightening until the wood creaked beneath her fingers and her body slamming down with every ounce of force that her not inconsiderable strength could produce. Unknown to her, Isolda had reflexively returned to her native language of Gremic while trying to play up her pleasure for her audience, and given where she was it was likely that all the rest of the room heard was a lot of gibberish spoken very quickly in a language that they didn't understand, or possibly even recognize.

Pleasure burned through her, the rapid bucking of her hips onto the immense tool buried inside of her pouring a constant stream of ecstasy into her brain, and for a few minutes the only two people in the world were her and the man beneath her. The knot of her impending orgasm had been wound so tight that it might have crushed steel into powder, and every thrust only served to both make it stretch even tighter and come another step closer to having the knot unwind. At the same time, she could feel that wonderful tool growing harder, pulsating, and the promise in that gradual transformation spoke to the deep seated desire that she was even then fulfilling on a primal level, the desire to mate and, ultimately, to breed. Her moans and motions both grew more intense as she raced toward the goal, to cum and to make him cum, both of them as hard as either ever had before, but then her mind snapped back into place and she remembered that he wasn't her only partner. For a moment she considered simply riding him to completion anyway, but Isolda wasn't one to leave a partner unsatisfied, nor was she going to let Alona outdo her, so with a tremendous effort of will she stopped herself despite the outcry that came from her body.

Her thighs and hips tensing so that she could keep her hips raised in line with the man beneath her without moving. Isolda turned her head to view her other two partners and beckoned. The wanderer's legs were shaking, and if her partner readjusted to her sudden stillness and kept bucking up into her she would find it harder to maintain that stillness by the second. Her two other partners were quick to respond to her offer, however, and Isolda wouldn't have to wait long at all before the first to approach her had moved to partially stand on the loveseat next to the man pounding up into her sex. Isolda got the idea pretty quickly, and even though he was the smallest of them he still constantly leaked pre for her to lick up, and Isolda got right back to her earlier efforts to suck that spout dry while the man below her proved ready and able to provide quite the impressive ride. He was slamming into her viciously, making her body jiggle and tossing her hair with the force of his upward thrusts, and the white hot pleasure pulsing through her made her moan around the smaller man's cock even as she maintained a steady bobbing motion onto it. Isolda, so often used to dealing with multiple opponents at once in combat, was no stranger to multitasking, and even as he released her breast from his mouth to pound up into her all the more fiercely she kept her concentration on her oral stimulation perfectly, her cheeks dimpled inwards and her tongue swishing this way and that as she sucked the effeminate man off.

Her third participant wasn't far behind, however, and the blacksmith moved right behind her without wasting much time at all, his cock slicked by the substance he'd poured over it which made it quite easy to slide his thick tool right into her ass despite how tightly it was clenched. Initially there was just pressure, as anal normally didn't feel particularly good for her at first, but when he pushed in he found the sweet spot located deep within her rear canal in one go. He didn't hesitate even for a second – not that she needed the wait at that point anyway – and started pounding away into her ass with his hands on her hips for stability. As experienced as she might have been, Isolda had never had a partner occupying each hole at the same time, and she found giving her best efforts to the man occupying her mouth extremely difficult when both of the partners pounding into her pleasure centers were both slamming into her so fiercely, both hitting all of her most sensitive places all at once. She'd been built up hard by the events leading up to her triple penetration, and even if she might not get quite the same rush out of being the center of so much attention as Alona, the pulses of pleasure rushing through her from the intense efforts of her multiple partners was undeniably working, particularly since both of them were so well endowed.

It was simply too much. Having her g-spot rubbed, both of her holes filled to the brim, and her cervix and her perineal sponge pounded against all at once, when she'd been wound up so much by Alona's aura and the lead up to this, finally proved enough to overwhelm her. Seeing stars from the first intrusion into her ass, the rough pounding from both holes soon caused Isolda's thighs to tense, then her hips, and finally her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. She'd been howling with animalistic pleasure up until that point, but when she hit her peak only a minute or so after having her last hole filled with cock she let out a high pitched scream around the rod pumping into her mouth. She came incredibly hard, both of her lower holes clenching around their intruding rods and her throat vibrating from the outcry of passion that she released around the tool she'd been sucking on, and for well over a minute the wanderer was left seeing stars as the trio set up their alternating motions.

Even though it was only the first peak she'd hit that night – promising many more – she would remember it as one of the strongest she'd ever had as soon as her mind finally descended from her climactic high. Then, however, Isolda would shift right back into the swing of things, clutching the loveseat for stability while the two pounding into her were left to go as hard and fast as they liked. She'd needed the peak, to stabilize, and now she had her focus back on pleasing all three of her partners, but in particular the one in front of her. Her mouth started pumping back and forth onto the man's leaking rod rapidly, her cheeks drawn inwards and her tongue rolling over the underside as she did her very best to drain out every drop of his pre in the aim of sucking out something that promised to be much more substantial if his present volume was any indication. The sellsword below her had already proven his prowess and ferocity, which was to be expected given his occupation, but the sheer fury with which the blacksmith pounded into her anus was like nothing that her lower hole had ever taken before. Between the two of them, she couldn't return the thrusts of either man, and so she simply tensed her quivering thighs and held her body still so that the two could thrust into her at their leisure.

The triple assault was amazing, and where she would undoubtedly have enjoyed each one individually, the combination of the three men pumping into her all at once was fantastic. It was certainly a memorable experience to say the least, and Isolda let them go at it to their hearts content while enjoying every thrust. “Mmmm~” she cooed wordlessly around the effeminate man's cock, an interruption to the moans she'd normally been delivering at a constant rate around his shaft, but could offer no other reaction while the other two were going at her like that. The tension of the encounter was building, the disparate tensions in each of them rising to create a great whole, and though the peaks wouldn't come all at once Isolda could feel them coming, and quickly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the calm visage of the mercenary beneath her fading, replaced by a look of desperate need slowly but steadily as his orgasm drew nearer and nearer. His pumping into her pussy came faster, his cock going even deeper into her yielding flower, and she knew that he wouldn't last much longer before his seed would erupt inside of her. The tension created by her encounter with Alona had caused Isolda to forget her plan to acquire something to keep her from becoming pregnant, and that forgetfulness had left her unprotected from the wave of seed that would soon be flowing deep inside of her. Trapped between three men, she couldn't have told him to pull out even if she'd wanted to, but caught up in the moment she hardly wanted to feel his potent cum fired anywhere but deep into her clenching sex. Her hips tilted slowly, moving barely more than an inch in total, but it angled enough so that he would be going as deep into her as possible with every thrust, the tight clenching of her dripping folds encouraging him to find that final satisfaction.

It wouldn't take long either. She was braced, as ready as she could be, but when he finally groaned and thrust up into her as deep as he could go, and the first wave of his hot load was sprayed right against her cervix, Isolda was instantly thrown into yet another orgasm of her own. Her pussy quivered, clenching and unclenching as her inner muscles worked to draw every last drop of his potent baby batter deep up into her, the sheer biological urge to breed taking over and ensuring that he was milked dry while her mind was once more swamped in ecstasy by the combination of the heat flooding inside of her and the sensations of her own climax. He came hard too, filling her up and then giving another few thrusts to ensure that every drop of his sperm was unleashed where it would have the greatest chance of completing its task, of finding the wanderer's egg where it waited inside of her and ensuring that it was his child that she carried out of the room once she had finally worked through all of her partners.

It was a slow recovery from her second peak, mostly because of the man still vigorously slamming into her ass, but he too wasn't far from his peak. A few moments later, Isolda let out a deep moan around the cock in her mouth, not the primal scream of her peak but a groan of fulfillment instead, as the blacksmith started unleashing his own load of hot cum into her rectum, her rear hole tightening around the pulsating cock as it drained its seed into her. That left only one, the effeminate man enjoying her mouth, and as the release of her other two partners began to ooze out of her holes around their cocks she redoubled her efforts to suck him to release.

Her skill at providing oral stimulation ensured that it didn't take long at all for Isolda to get what she wanted and bring her last partner to his peak. He offered little more warning than the redhead, but this time Isolda was expecting it anyway, and when she felt his first blast of seed against her tongue she withdrew until he was mostly out of her mouth and brought up a hand to start rapidly tugging on the man's rod. Her repeated quick pumps ensured that he unleashed every shot of his quite voluminous load for her tasting pleasure, necessitating that she swallow a portion of it down only for him to spit up a bit more while she did it, spraying a line of his cream over her lips before she quickly opened her mouth again to take the rest. Once she was sure that there would be any more streams, Isolda gave him a few more bobs of her mouth taking in only about half of his rod, and then pulled away slightly, tilted her head back, and opened her mouth to display a mouthful of his creamy gift, complete with a bit of dribble to add to the mess already on her lips. She gathered up the lot of it with the hand she'd used to stroke him into her mouth and made sure it was all in her mouth before she swallowed it all, after which her spent partners started to filter away.

Not all of them, however, as the dark skinned mercenary was still trapped beneath her, and Isolda had plans for him. Alona was still finishing up with her bunch, after all, and she needed a way to spend the time. Sliding back, Isolda was down on her knees in front of the seated sellsword before he could stand and move away, her pussy drooling his liquid gift as it mixed with that of the blacksmith leaking from her rear on its way down her thighs, but plenty of his release still coated his manhood in a creamy mixture with her own love honey. The man would soon enough feel Isolda's tongue lapping at his rod once more, her mouth parted wide as she licked his cock clean strip by strip, whether he kept his erection or started to soften. Her lips would find the head after a short while, for she could hear Alona just preparing to hit her peak, and she bobbed once, twice, three times before popping free of his shaft and descending to lick up the lathered love juices from his sack, briefly giving each of the freshly emptied orbs a grateful suck for their generous contribution.

“Feel free to come back for seconds.... If you've got any left~” she purred, initially directing her comment at the warrior but then turning to gaze significantly at the rest of her partners, fixating each of the men with her lustful stare one by one. Normally, what she'd had would have been good enough for Isolda to be satisfied, at least for a time, but the competing aura of Alona and the pure atmosphere of the room served to recharge the wanderer's libido. By that point, however, Alona was just finishing up, trapped between two of her own partners, and Isolda knew that it would soon be time to welcome the next batch of partners. Crawling a step back so that the mercenary was free to depart, Isolda lifted her dress the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. It was only going to get in the way, and she didn't want to get it dirty.

Like Alona, she would take a moment to wipe herself down a bit, though she would eagerly take another taste of the mixture of herself and the mercenary before clearing away the rest of his leaked seed from her pussy. Plenty of his semen was still inside of her, trapped in her womb after her cervix had sucked it up while they joined in mutual bliss or simply too deep inside to have leaked out yet, but that would certainly wasn't a problem for Isolda and most likely wouldn't be one for her next partners. If they were squeamish about sloppy seconds, they had come to the wrong place. “Of course~” she would purr somewhat belatedly in response to Alona's remark about her results, “better to savor the first batch, no?” The break helped her calm down, built her anticipation for the next group, and allowed her to get her shaking legs under control, all things that were deeply appreciated by Isolda in those few short moments before the air of lust brought her back to a state of undeniable arousal once more.

Alona's call for the next group, a whopping sixteen, caught Isolda by surprise initially before she grinned. Well, it was what she'd come in for, wasn't it? And so she would stand, ready as ever, while the next batch shuffled in and Alona put them through the same selection process as before. To her disappointment, Alona's group outnumbered hers this time, but Isolda didn't let that negative thought linger for any length of time. In response to her taunting look, Isolda merely rolled her eyes and casually called; “Have fun~ Feel free to come my way if you get tired of waiting!”

Turning to her own group, Isolda glanced them over quickly with a knowing smirk, letting them oggle her fully nude form as much as they dared. None of them were even as tall as she was this time, not even close, and at a glance none of them packed quite the same physique as the mercenary from her first group, not even the two soldiers. “Well boys, you've presumably all done this before! It starts with assuming the proper dress code,” she said, putting a hand on her hip and waiting for them to disrobe, watching each of her subjects, idly guessing at their professions based on their grabs and the various markings they sported, as well as their body language and overall carriage. Mostly tradesmen of various types, not surprising but also not impressive to any significant degree, though the farmhand had promise. Two soldiers this time, both Brevnian by the look of them, and Isolda covertly watched them while they undressed, gauging how comfortable and familiar they were with one another, trying to determine if they were from the same group. She had plenty of ideas on what she could do with a pair capable of teamwork.

Once they'd gotten naked, Isolda would gladly let them get their hands on her, encouraging anyone who happened to be shy closer and guiding a few stray hands with her own if need be, until she was surrounded by eagerly groping hands. Soon enough, however, she would be descending to her knees once more, a hand guiding whoever had proven to have the largest endowment to her mouth first and then both hands going out to find any tow nearby. This time her efforts were simplistic, her hands stroking and her head bobbing steadily as she sucked and licked them towards hardness, artless perhaps but fairly quick and undoubtedly effective. She didn't aim to get anyone to pop early that time, and really it was only just a teaser for the main event, so Isolda cycled through them a bit more quickly than she had her first group, only paying any of them special attention if they did something to earn it.

The two largest in terms of stature, the soldiers, would be her first guided targets when the wanderer inevitably rose, having worked her mouth on each man in turn for at least a little while, the nervous farmhand having gotten it for a little bit longer than everyone else. Putting one in the same seat that the previous mercenary had held, she climbed on top of him and gestured his comrade over, directing him towards the same lubricant that the blacksmith had employed and positioning herself such that they could do exactly what the blacksmith and mercenary from before could do. This time, however, she did something different. Twisting her torso to the left, she turned to the side and directed two more men in front of her, one to the right of the seated man, and then one almost behind her on the left as well. The farmhand, the nervous one, was lucky enough to be the one in the middle on the left, and with a knowing smirk she scrunched down a little bit, producing a tighter fit for the two men given the opportunity to enjoy her ass and pussy, and then brought her hands together on the sides of her breasts.

They closed around the farmhands cock, smothering it in the pillowy confines of her massive bosom, and she gave his rod a few quick pumps with her breasts to show him her intent before guiding his hands to take the places that hers had occupied. “Mmmm, enjoy~ Take it at your pace, just make sure to give me a big load, all over my tits!” she cooed breathlessly, and then turned to get the rest of her partners involved. It would be a tight squeeze, and required a bit of contortion on her part, but Isolda was flexible and creative enough to make it work. The man to her right of the farmhand quickly found his cock once more enveloped in the warm tightness of her mouth, her tongue rolling over the tip a few times before receding to cradle the region beneath the head as she took him deeper. The man she'd positioned to her right and the one on the far left would have to be content with her hands, for now, but that hardly meant that Isolda spared them a minimum of her attention.

Though she was still horny, she was far more focused now, and saw Alona's actions as something of a challenge. To suggest that she wasn't caught up in the debauched actions that she committed or that she didn't enjoy them would be nothing but a lie, but now she had a good bit more concentration to dole out across her various partners, and she used a good portion of it to ensure that those she was giving handjobs to, the men she'd marked as a potter and a carpenter respectively, enjoyed her work. The one on the right, the carpenter, initially had his balls cradled by her fingers, her touch bypassing his shaft initially, at least until the heal of her palm rose to rub softly against the portion of the shaft roughly an inch past the head, right along the lines of the sensitive nerves and blood vessels close to the surface on the underside of the shaft, and her fingers delicately rubbed and caressed the orbs that produced the man's seed and the sack of skin containing them. Her efforts there lasted a little while before she twisted her wrist and pulled back, wrapping her fingers around his shaft close to the base while the pad of her thump slid right up against his frenulum, and she began a steady jerking motion while her thump rubbed against the extra sensitive spot right beneath the head just a little bit more intensely.

The other man, the potter she'd put on her left, was the one she employed her more direct tactics on. Her left hand was not her primary hand, even if she was fairly adept at using either hand for most tasks, and so she was a little bit less experimental with her work on that front. Sliding her fingers over the man's rod, she caressed it for a few moments, exploring, before her fingertips gently rubbed over the rounded head. Her hand suddenly seized him, closing around his shaft in a very simple grip, and from there Isolda worked her fingers over the man in a steady jerking motion that would at least prove pleasurable, if not legendarily so. The skin on her hands was probably the roughest on her body even if her voidic lineage ensured that it was still far closer to the pleasurably soft of a courtesan than the calloused hands of a warrior, but her efforts on them would at least keep them entertained while they waited for one of the points at which they could truly enjoy themselves opened up, for now Isolda was being a bit more efficient in her work in that she was merciless in inflicting pleasure, ready and willing to be covered and filled with more cum while still ensuring that her “customers” got their money's worth out of surrendering it to her.

 

[Takimaru]

Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

Status:

Spoiler

Isolda: HP = 91/91, PP = 41, EP = 42/42, Status = Pregnant

Isolda's bold body language didn't go unnoticed by her first set of customers. Even without her Voidic aura, her sheer intensity and obvious love for the act of sex itself was something they found themselves unprepared for. To handle this many men at once, with others waiting patiently in line to boot, was not something that even an experienced whore might take without some degree of hesitation. Yet the pale beauty allowed herself to dive headfirst into the depths of sensual depravity. In spite of the experience being a first for her, she was a natural, just like the other woman in the room. Surely Alona had an edge in the realm of experience, but Isolda's apparent love for sex was not something to be underestimated. Between the two of them, it was hard to imagine that very many customers would leave unsatisfied...

The air of excitement that could be felt from the men, and also from their chosen mate, proved quite contagious, and only grew from there, each participant's lust seemingly feeding off of the other's. With the intoxicating urge to fuck hanging deep in the air, Isolda first found a temporary distraction by providing the most spirited of oral services that the johns had ever experienced from a willing girl on her knees. This progression of events went by quickly enough, however, as the Voidic swordswoman's instincts only led her to crave more and more. With the first having found himself thoroughly, albeit prematurely, relieved by just her hand and mouth work, she made sure to grant each other john his happy ending, mounting her favorite of the bunch, while boldly taking another cock in her tight rear orifice and one in her mouth at the same time. The men were astonished by Isolda's shameless cries for more and her ability to take it all. Even after all four of them had emptied their loads either upon Isolda or inside of her, the fire lurking deep within proved unquenched. In hindsight, it was a good thing that Alona was so popular!

Once her desired partner had finished for the most part, Isolda kept him for a round of proper cleanup and extra service. Even after being freed from the heavenly warmth of her pussy, the mercenary stayed wonderfully erect, at least long enough for Isolda to descend upon it once more with her hard-working tongue. While the first few licks earned her a gasp of surprise from the tan-skinned one, it soon faded as he allowed her to clean him up properly, indulging in the pleasure of it all. It really should not have been a surprise, given how she had taken a triple penetration and only wanted more after the fact. She was a genuine nymphomaniac, and in spite of the somewhat unscheduled shift of partners, the warrior didn't find himself disappointed in the least with Isolda's amazing performance.

He would offer no complaint even as she tried to suck him for everything he had left, his cock twitching slightly even as it deflated, though the process was slowed by the white-haired one's loving attentions. She could feel his thick, warm seed dribbling in copious amounts from between her petals and down along her inner thighs as she worked. For Isolda, it would prove rather satisfying and yet newly arousing at the same time. The wanderer had even gone so far as to suckle upon each of his testicles, a favor that would earn her a few grunts of thanks from her well-endowed lover. "H-Hahh... nnnghuuh! Damn, you are good," remarked the man after seeing how thoroughly she had cleaned him, leaving his nethers with only a light sheen of her saliva.

The mercenary could only give her a look of wonder afterwards at her offer for another go, a slight grin forming upon his face as if to accept her challenge. Perhaps he had sensed that she too was a warrior, or he simply liked the way she looked and moved, as there was plenty of evidence for his desire for Isolda by the way he bred her so vigorously. Thanks to her invitation, he seemed keen to stay.

The handsome redhead also lingered off to the side, intent on having a prolonged and proper taste of Isolda for the second round. It seemed that watching her get pounded so energetically and seeing her enjoying every second of it was just enough to keep him for another go.

Seeing that two of the men chose to stay around, along with Isolda's obvious preference for the blue-haired sellsword of those in the group given the extra bit of attention she paid him, Alona offered a mock pout and called her informal rival out from across the room.

"Don't get too cozy with Raltas now," Alona warned, directing her order towards Isolda. "He's one of MY favorites~!" She then turned her gaze on the well-built man, softening her tone considerably. "Don't you want a turn with me too, Raltas? Don't tell me you've changed your mind already after one go with her. All those nights we've spent together..."

"Didn't think you girls would have to make it so hard on me," the tanned warrior finally replied, unable to help but give in to her plea. "I'll save some for you." It seemed that he wasn't going to relinquish the opportunity for Alona's company entirely... not just yet, anyway. Isolda would have to work in order to steal the entirety of his affection away from the more experienced woman.

However, this 'Raltas' still needed to recover, and thus remained reclined on the couch for the time being. Meanwhile, the next group came in with surprising haste, as the line was no doubt full of men eager to sate their more carnal urges. From the cries of pleasure that echoed throughout the building and beyond, it sounded as though Alona and Isolda were all too ready to offer such satisfaction, which in turn bolstered the overall atmosphere of excitement within the room.

The wanderer's daring yet enticing call did earn her a few interested looks, though none of them migrated over to her line just yet. But it became clear that the men that chose her did so for a reason, finding them drawn to her either via her specific aura or simply her outward aesthetic. While Alona's darkened skin and sultry charm had its own appeal, Isolda's pale complexion was certainly closer to those of Brevnian or Gremic standards, and that attracted the soldiers as well as some other common folk.

Her cue for the second cluster to disrobe was followed swiftly enough. Assorted murmurs and nods of agreement came in response to her assumption. Surely, these johns had participated in similar events--no doubt starring Alona in her place--in the past, and as such were no strangers to this type of activity. The armed men started first, as they had maille to take off, while the artisans and the farmhand were first to successfully shed their articles. The traveler, a rather fancy man in both style and manner for this sort of crowd, also had more to remove, and so he would take his time before stashing his valuable garments off to one side.

Isolda found herself tasked with warming up her next batch of customers. The farmhand, the carpenter, and the potter approached her first, with the latter two proving all too eager to feel her well-sculpted bosom. Each took a spot upon her flanks, and wasted no time in putting their skilled hands upon her, kneading and rubbing her impressive mounds with little signs of bashfulness, as she had given them very little reason to be in the first place.

The farmer, however, a youth in his late teens with a very common look, seemed far less experienced in this type of gathering. It was almost as if he had stumbled into the wrong place, or perhaps came here on a dare or a spur-of-the-moment longing. He seemed hesitant to approach, seeing two other men already hogging Isolda's bountiful bust, and would only watch at first, idly handling himself. A glance down for the Voidic nymphomaniac would reveal that in spite of the boy's shyness, he was most definitely well-endowed for his frame, reaching just an inch short of Raltas' impressive length. And while the attentions of those to either side of her weren't anything to complain about, they also weren't anything to write home about either, giving Isolda a bit of extra incentive to lower herself to her knees and test the grand member hanging from between the youngest one's legs.

He was already mostly erect by the time she had brought her lips to his flesh, but a bit of oral coaxing on Isolda's part would cause him to reach a satisfactory state of hardness. Naturally, the two artisans would receive a bit of fluffing from either of the swordswoman's soft hands, her quick strokes keeping them as excited and erect as ever. She was only given a minute or two to work her magic on those three, however, when the other half of the batch joined in.

The soldiers were, as Isolda might have expected, well-built, though certainly not on the same scale as the mercenary, and the traveler somewhat less so. Not that it mattered all that much, as the honorary courtesan was expected to please all of them, and so she would do just that. Raltas moved out of the seat, and the first sentry took his place before being promptly mounted by Isolda. While he was of average length, it was still enough for the wanderer just to be filled with nice hard cock once again, and the swordswoman would soon find her pleasure doubled as the second guard took his place behind her, sliding himself in with less difficulty thanks to the one who went in before him.

Then, with each man leaning back on his side of the chair and working to move his hips, Isolda would find herself on a most exciting kind of ride. To feel two muscular bodies writhing in unison, working in tandem to please her, as well as themselves, was indeed thrilling--even moreso than her last double penetration, as there was much more in the way of vertical movement for Isolda thanks to each side having a fair amount of leverage. The man thrusting in and out of her backdoor would claim a firm grip upon her waist, while the one fucking her pussy would soon attempt to fondle her tits, only to have them swung to the side by Isolda herself for another john's benefit. This privilege would go to the well-endowed farmhand, and he eagerly squeezed her soft mounds together to form a most pleasurable 'orifice' of sorts. The wanderer's inviting and friendly direction sent him on his way, leaving her free to use her hands and mouth on the other three.

But even those that had to settle for her hands rather than the warm, slick feel of her lower orifices, would find themselves soothed by Isolda's practiced touch. Her careful attention to the entire set of genitals, balls included, of the men she was manually pleasing earned her more pleasured grunts and moans, forming a chorus all around her that aptly expressed the overall sentiment of those in the room. Even Alona, who could be seen taking three men from her new group at once, turned an eye to Isolda's situation. As if responding to the skilled yet erotic display of multitasking, she waved two more men over, taking a cock in each hand... then commanded an adjustment of positions so that she might take one more as well. The orgy began to look much more like the competition that it really was.

Over time, the pace of the writhing mass around Isolda sped up. The farmer was the first to exhibit signs of an impending orgasm. Isolda's enormous breasts, already slick from sweat, semen and a bit of her own saliva, had more than enough makeshift lubricant upon them to make for an enjoyable experience. She felt the sizable shaft throbbing several times between her tits, a veritable countdown of sorts. Once, twice, three times he pulsed before finally achieving sweet release. The farmer tossed his head back and groaned loudly, shooting his thick load over her collarbone, with some of it having splattered upon her neck. At least seven spurts came forth from him, though it was difficult enough for the swordswoman to keep track thanks to all of the other men around her reaching a similar state.

The traveler that she was sucking off was the next to lose it. Given her skill with her lips and tongue, Isolda's mouth was as pleasurable an experience as any, and her zealous efforts would keep the man from being able to hold on for any extended period of time. "Uwooohh.... hrrrnghh!! Hahh! Hnnn! Uuhhh!" His rich, somewhat savory seed would gradually fill her mouth one dose at a time, which she would likely have to swallow at some point if she was to take it all. He reached forward to cradle one side of her head with his free hand, feeling the point of her ear and perhaps inadvertently discovering her elven heritage. At this, he would pause... and yet despite his hesitance, his body would continue to act on its own, with his last few shots forming a small puddle upon Isolda's tongue.

Meanwhile, Isolda could feel the other two rods twitching and throbbing within her grasp, and she would only need to maintain the speed at which she was jerking them off--or speed up, if she cared to--to have them unload onto her chest and shoulders with her reward, previously contained in the orbs she had worked so hard to massage. Each rope of thick, milky cum would spew out in time with her forceful pumps, demonstrating a bit of control that Isolda could enjoy via her manual services.

Finally, the duo of soldiers pumping her lower holes were the last to orgasm. Their burdened, short breaths and noticeably increasing pace gave Isolda all of the clues she needed to know that their peak was nigh. Her entire body, much of it covered with cum, was rocked back and forth, up and down, jarred by the feverish thrusts of the pair. With a simultaneous groan, they gave the wanderer a second helping of cum in both her pussy and ass at the same time. One man's spurt alternated with that of the other in a repeating process, leaving Isolda to feel satisfaction beat by beat. They continued to thrust rapidly even after they were spent, tossing her back and forth in a wild display, which was more than enough to tip the Voidic beauty over the edge into yet another climax. Her own spasms milked them for the entirety of their reserved in turn, triggering another wave of exasperated sighs and grunts from the pair. It all went by a lot faster than her last group, despite there being more members in this one... but it would be difficult to say that it wasn't just as fun.

After each john had pulled away from her, finding himself thoroughly satisfied, a few of them would dress themselves once again before making way for the next in the queue. One customer would stay, however, and that was the well-hung farmhand. Isolda's hands were clearly enough for the artisans, and yet he still lingered. The wanderer knew quite well the effects of an orgasm on a man. Most fell asleep or found themselves drowsy, others would seek fresh air or to take a bit of a break before the second round. A rare few, like those still off to the side--Raltas, the handsome redhead, and now the farmhand, only found the first to be a gateway for a second, third and fourth one, retaining the energy to do so.

Raltas, the blue-haired, tan-skinned mercenary that she had first mounted, was not one to wait any longer. Before the third group could filter in, he would seek to claim Isolda for his own once again, bending her over the loveseat and placing a hand upon her hip with the other upon her shoulder. It wasn't that the Voidic beauty was incapable of stopping him, but his forceful advance had a way of turning her on enough to comply, at least for the time being. Perhaps watching her take so many dicks at once turned him on, made him want to reclaim her by filling her freshly used pussy with his second helping of baby batter. Whatever the reason, he wanted to take her right then and there, and so he did, establishing a nice, brisk rhythm in little time. The others would simply have to watch as he rutted Isolda like she was his to own, causing her massive breasts to swing back and forth from the force of his strokes.

"Hahh... hnnnh... hrrrngh!" he grunted, his large cock filling her up once again, pushing the excess seed in either direction as it slid in fully. Isolda would feel its tip kissing her thirsty cervix, which had just finished sucking up the last man's load. That wouldn't do, of course--it had to be his. Perhaps it was his need to be the 'victor' in this informal contest of sorts that spurred him on to go for an exclusive session. The sellsword was just as spirited as the last time he mated with Isolda, perhaps moreso now that he was in a position of power. She would find that the pounding he subjected her to was even more intense than what Sorio had managed, perhaps even closer to the performances of some of her most memorable lovers from days long past. Deep, forceful, commanding thrusts echoed through Isolda's body to the point where it was a challenge for her to keep her legs from buckling under her. Luckily, she had the support of the loveseat, but even that slid back and forth a bit with the sheer gusto of Raltas' movements. From there, she wouldn't have to strain her muscles so hard to ride him, but simply brace herself for the tremendous shock that each thrust he made provided.

Of course, while such an energetic fucking was a thrill in itself, it wouldn't be complete without a good finish, which Raltas soon found himself hurrying towards... but not until he had already given Isolda at least one good orgasm of her own. Given that the wanderer's body was already turned on and then some, it wasn't difficult for her to experience the next series of spasms with his deep and utterly satisfying thrusts. When she did cum, her climax would in turn set him off, the rhythmic contractions of her inner walls actively coaxing his seed from him. Once again, she would feel his huge cock pulsing powerfully between her velvet folds, though it was somewhat harder to feel each burst of warmth considering how messy her pussy had gotten by that point. Still, given his prolonged sighs and blissful moans, it wouldn't be difficult to tell that he was giving his all to inseminate her as deeply as possible.

Even after the fact, he held himself against her tightly, giving his seed ample time to settle. When the mercenary was satisfied, he pulled himself away, causing much of the gooey excess to drip down from Isolda's well-used cunny and splatter onto the floor, forming a small puddle.

Deep within her womb, Raltas' earnest efforts would prove fruitful, as he had thoroughly saturated the vast majority of it with his seed. But that wouldn't seal out any other attempts at competition, however...

The messy display wasn't nearly enough to deter her next customer, the gorgeous fiery-haired john from before. At first, it might have been a wonder that he was even here, considering that with his looks, it wouldn't be hard to attract a girl... but after considering Alona's reputable sexual prowess as well as her own, it wouldn't be that much of a surprise for Isolda. Waiting until Raltas parted himself from her completely, he would have her turn around and lie mostly face-up upon the loveseat, parting her thighs and using one hand to guide himself into her sopping cunt.

The initial entry was unbelievably blissful for the good-looking stranger, as made evident by his loud sigh and the slow, momentary rolling back of his eyes. While he wasn't quite as long as Raltas, he still had the girth for Isolda to feel him, particularly at her more sensitive spot only a few inches in. Reaching forward, he grabbed Isolda's ankles and put her legs together over one of his shoulders. The new position didn't offer the pale vixen too much in the way of freedom, but it did allow her to feel him quite well.

Whenever the redhead drew himself back, Isolda would feel ripples of bliss emanating from her core, and a similar sensation repeated itself every time he pushed himself forward to hilt her completely. He started out at a slow enough pace, but couldn't resist the temptation to speed up before long. From there he would go all the way, maintaining a rather high pace with the intent to finish. If she were to let herself go completely, Isolda would find that even this john would make her cum with the combination of the position, his girth, and his speed. The newest group would watch as Isolda was rutted against the seat, but luckily wouldn't be made to wait too long, as the redhead's stamina didn't hold out for long, showing that the previous time with him was not a fluke. His face contorting in pleasure, the john let out a loud moan as he let it all go inside of her, adding to the mixture within. "Ohhhh... oooohhhh! Ohhhh!"

With each grunt, Isolda could feel him pulse inside of her, assured that he was doing his best in his attempt to seed her as thoroughly as possible. This time around, he was able to cum where it 'counted', and so he certainly wouldn't squander the opportunity to fill her as much as he could, despite his relative lack of endurance. Holding himself inside, he leaned forward and gave her a kiss of thanks before slowly drawing out. "Hahh... thanks for that."

His exit prompted several thick globs to slide out from between the wanderer's swollen pink petals, followed by another steady dribble. It only fueled Isolda's desire to be filled back up again, and a look to the door would show her the next batch of men. But there was one left to handle, the farmhand. And though he was perhaps too bashful to say anything, she could tell what he wanted. His well-endowed nature made the decision easier for her, and a proper verbal beckoning would get him to finally come around and approach her position. If she allowed him to do what he wanted, he would keep her in that spot, grabbing ahold of her calves and pushing her legs back against her shoulders to effectively pin her to the loveseat.

His insertion came somewhat unceremoniously, as he fumbled for a moment before getting himself in. When he finally did, however, the feeling was as satisfying as ever, leaving Isolda only with the overarching urge to be fucked. Her partner would do just that, driving his hips into hers to create a lewd slapping sound that echoed throughout the room. Filling her entire canal from entrance to end, he left Isolda with the most wonderful of feelings despite his relative inexperience. Every thrust was long and deep, reaching her where it counted most, and of course leaving not even a small portion of her interior unsatisfied. His technique was unrefined, but it would do the job.

The copious amount of secretions that Isolda had let out, combined with the potent sperm cocktail coating her inner walls, made the fucking she received quite audible, with all sorts of lewd noises emanating from the point of their union. Any calls for more that she would make only seemed to spur him on, motivating him to give it to her harder, and before long he was moving at what was undoubtedly the fastest pace he could manage. The rapid slaps caused Isolda's ass and thighs to ripple, and every inch of Isolda's interior was not left without stimulation. If he kept going, she would cum again for sure...

And of course, he did. The forceful and consistent rhythm that he managed on the way to his own orgasm called the wanderer's body to cease up. Just as she felt everything tensing, he would too, and the pair reached their peaks simultaneously. While he didn't let out quite as much of his gift as the first time around, his sheer size would displace much of the excess load that Isolda's tight canal held, and it would pitter-patter onto the growing puddle upon the floor. His own contribution had no doubt been sucked up by Isolda's thirsty womb, where it would compete with that of Raltas'. More notably, even just a momentary look at the man's face would reveal that he was practically in paradise. When he finally did come down from his high, he gave Isolda an astonished look.

A deep sigh of relief signaled that the wanderer had completely and utterly drained the well-hung peasant, and he would slowly pull himself away, nearly comatose with pleasure. But where her first several men found a feeling of rest and of satisfaction, Isolda was still left with a deep yearning. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before, to be the center of attention in such a manner... and yet, it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.

 

[Takimaru]

Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

But the next group seemed to have what it took to sate Isolda's Voidic urges. Another six men arrived from the queue downstairs after seeing the previous group take their leave, this time with notably more variety. First entered two similarly dressed Honrainese youths that Isolda could guess to be brothers. A Gremic tradesman, a duo of sailors, probably Grisalescan, and a well-dressed Brevnian also fell into Isolda's queue. In addition, two from Alona's line finally migrated over as well, one likely being a miner given his rough features, and the other a scribe of some sort. Of course, these estimations were only more or less accurate, as they were based on the types that Isolda had seen before. One could only tell so much about a given profession based on the clothes they wore, after all.

If she wanted to clean up a bit, she could always opt to, though Alona had noticed Isolda's apparent gameness for such a competition. Noticing the two sailors in the white-haired woman's queue, she offered a smirk. "Adan and Eladio... don't tell me you're thinking of putting her through -that-! I doubt she could handle it," remarked Alona before stepping it up on her end, beckoning another handful of men to come and cluster around her. Given the sheer amount of bodies on her end of the room, it was hard to tell exactly what she was doing, but the wanderer only needed to recognize it as an honest attempt to outdo her.

The first to have a go at Isolda from this batch, one of the two sailors, was not shy in the least. He showed himself as the most aggressive with his ministrations when Isolda beckoned the group over, caressing her from behind and using one hand to jill her sloppy cunny with while the other fondled her lovely jugs. Reclining onto the loveseat, he then allowed her to use him as her personal chair--with an added extension that he eased up inside of her pussy with a delighted groan. While he certainly wasn't the thickest of men by any means, he was still long, at the very least. From there, he kept his rhythm slow, but smooth, providing a very natural and wave-like ride for Isolda as she was given free reign to face the other men. She would find the two Honrainese brothers at her flanks and the other sailor in front of her, which gave her ample opportunity to please them however she liked. But whether she chose to use her hands or her mouth, she would find the siblings to have an immense fascination with her large breasts, constantly fondling and squeezing them with curiosity.

Yet despite her best efforts, the second seaman wouldn't allow Isolda to make him blow just yet. He eased her to lay back slightly, crouching down and forward as if to penetrate her. The Grisalescan directed his comment towards Isolda as well as his partner, who the wanderer was currently riding.

"Nnngh... you're so irresistible. I wanna fuck you, too. You don't mind, do you? Alona lets us do this all the time," said the one in front of her, rubbing the very tip of his cock against her clit as she was hammered by his cohort. Apparently the two men knew of 'teamwork' in more than just one sense. Would Isolda draw the line there and refuse? Surely, some men had strange fetishes... but this was one thing she hadn't tried before in the past. They weren't so big as to hurt too much--if anything, the two of them might add up to the redhead's overall girth. Alternatively, she could always have the one beneath her switch to her ass for a more conventional approach.

 

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Isolda could only grin at Raltas' astonished compliment, the reaction of her favorite of the bunch who'd had her first only serving to stroke the wanderer's ego further. Her cleaning and subsequent offer had seemingly earned her a second round with the well built mercenary, an idea that the pale warrior could only relish, but the redhead who had finished unexpectedly by only her hand also seemed intent on getting a proper round out of her, and given her highly aroused state she had no cause to argue against that. Alona's outburst at seeing the mercenary's intent to have a second go at her brought another grin to Isolda's pleasant features, this one broader and more than a little impish. “What? Worried that I'll steal him away are you?” she asked in response to Alona's chastisement, only speaking following her soft appeal to the mercenary they were quarreling over and his quick reply.

“You should be~” she warned teasingly, fixing Raltas with a fairly significant look for a few moments before going over to the washbasin to clean up a bit in preparation for her second round. When the next group was doled out, Isolda would be only a tiny bit disappointed that none migrated from Alona's line to her own, and that sour emotion would fade quickly once she got an eyeful of what her clients had for her to work with. Most of them were fairly average in terms of size, with a nice bit of variation for her to play with, but a pleasant surprise came in the form of the young farmhand. He looked almost lost, as if he'd wandered in by accident or on a dare, but when his pants came off she found that he sported a tool nearly as impressive as that of the Xali warrior that she had just thoroughly enjoyed. He was one of the first to approach, but seemed to hang back nervously, and to Isolda it seemed as if it might be his first time in such a depraved scenario. The others around him were more experienced, however, likely more of Alona's regulars given how eagerly the two craftsmen took up position at her flanks and took their hands to her bosom, an action that earned the pair an encouraging moan from the pale wanderer, as well as the feeling of her hands reaching for their cocks, with the pale warrior quickly dropping to her knees to start the brief warm up process before the problem of her present emptiness down below was solved.

Normally the size of the farmhand's rod would probably have inspired a change of plans, as Isolda would have eagerly mounted him first purely due to the length of his cock just as she'd done with Raltas, but the two Brevnian soldiers were both impatient and quite intent, urging her into position on top of one before she'd even gone through her full round of taste testing. Again, however, the mild disappoint was erased soon enough as the two warriors slipping into her already well lubricated holes and started pounding into her, drawing a long line of loud mewls from the wanderer before she got to work on the rest of her crowd. The traveler would get her mouth, guided in purely by the tip of her tongue and then not allowed to part from between her lips until he'd spilled his seed for her, while the farmhand would be given the use of her soft breasts and the others would be left with only her hands. Neither complained, however, as Isolda had little need to devote many of her attentions elsewhere in the group, all of whom could be pleased without too much work on her part.

The spirit of competition would seemingly take a hold as her display of multitasking drew some attention her way, as Alona would quickly work to service as many at once as her Gremic counterpart, but at that point Isolda was only paying the barest bit of attention to that side of the room. Indeed, the majority of her attention was focused on her customers, or in her mind her sources of pleasure, for even the ones offering her no real stimulation to her directly while gaining their own pleasure offered the wanderer a degree of satisfaction, especially when they began to pop one by one. The inexperienced farmhand was first to go, and she felt him throbbing between her sensitive mounds a moment or two before he erupted, coating her collar and the top of her breasts in rope after rope of his thick, potent semen. The sensation and the pungent smell made her groan all the louder around the wealthy looking traveler's cock, and soon enough her rapid bobbing on his length brought him over the edge as well, his first spurt going down her throat before she leaned back, rubbing the underside of his manhood with her tongue to keep him spurting so that the rest of his release would end up in her mouth. One of the man's hands would travel over her head as he came, caressing her in a manner almost too intimate for the group encounter, and in doing so he seemingly discovered her elven heritage and was surprised enough to pause while one of her pointed ears was under his hand. That wouldn't stop him from fully enjoying his peak, however, and nor would it stop the pale wanderer from enjoying the savory flavor of his seed, bespeaking of his more refined diet, and while she had long grown accustomed to the less than pleasant taste of cum and even come to actively enjoy it, Isolda took even more pleasure than usual from swishing her tongue in the pool of the rare treat left in her mouth as he pulled away.

The next to reach their peaks were, surprisingly, the ones gripped in her hands rather than the ones plunging into her ass and pussy. She would feel them throbbing against her palms shortly after the traveler had pulled away, prompting her hands to start jerking both just a little bit faster, and one after each would begin to surrender their seed to the wander. Her head turned to one side, her tongue sticking out to catch a few ropes from one while she used the other to paint her chest pearly white, but then she would turn to catch a taste of the other while the first was made to add the rest of his release to the mess of cream coating her chest. On the way both gave a spurt almost simultaneously, waves landing on both of her cheeks from each donor to coat her face as well before she caught the rest with her intended targets, low moans emanating from her throat all the while.

By the time those two finished Isolda was pleasantly glazed with semen, and she would lick her hands clean before swallowing down the bounty in her mouth and placing them on the head of the loveseat. With only the two plowing into her holes left, the wanderer could finally fully enjoy herself in a physical sense, and with how vigorous the two were that wasn't difficult by any means. Their aggression had necessitated that she tense the muscles in her thighs tightly in order to keep still, leaving her relatively stationary as the two soldiers rocked into her with their full power, hammering into her ass and pussy with as much power as each could muster from their respective positions. That once again left her rear entry taking it hard, something that she usually preferred to be much more gentle, but the sheer sexual charge running through the voidic wanderer and the ample lubrication of that tight lower hole ensured that she could take it without nearly enough discomfort to override the pleasure of having the sensitive spot within pounded against so furiously. The two soldiers might not be as big as Raltas and the blacksmith who had double teamed her earlier, but they made up for it with their sheer vigor, and when she felt their peaks rolling in her own was primed to begin at any moment.

The first spurt against her depths was enough to push her over the edge, the volume of her moan rising her back arched, violent shudders passing through her body as both of her holes clamped down worked to milk her two partners dry. Rhythmic spasms passed through every muscle in her body, coming in time with every perfectly alternating spurt against her depths, and while the man in her pussy didn't have the length to put every burst right against the entrance to her womb after Raltas had stretched her out the wanderer's orgasm ensured that her cervix dipped down to drink up the freshly released seed to add to the mess already present in her womb. Her own peak would continue for a few seconds after that of her partners, her holes trying to wring more out of the dry taps, but when she came down the pale warrior would be left with a healthy afterglow to enjoy.

After a moment she would slide off of the soldier trapped beneath her, a hand straying between her legs to begin idly toying with herself, and watched with glee as the farmhand joined the redhead and Raltas in the queue of men who wanted a second round with her. Of course, having been given time to watch as she took other partners had given Raltas not only ample time to recover for a second go, but apparently stirred his desire to reassert his presence over her body. Isolda was barely given a moment to recover before the muscular warrior was manhandling her into position, bending her over the loveseat and putting a hand on her shoulder to keep her down. It was a good bit more forward than most people were ever willing to get with the tall and well built woman, and while she could probably have wrestled control back if she'd wanted to, the man's domineering methods and demanding aggression were actually alluring to her at that point, so she simply assumed the proscribed position with an audible gasp and began to wave her ass back and forth invitingly.

Raltas was quick to take that tempting offer, his large rod already hard again and easily slipping into her well lubricated hole. He dove as deep as he could go with the first push, almost driving the breath from her lungs when his rod tapped her cervix, but not content to rest even for a moment he began to saw in and out of her at pace that went from fast to furious across an extremely short build up. “Ooohh, oooohhh.... Fff..... Ffffuck!!!!!” she groaned in pure bliss as she received the mercenary's rapid thrusts, her ass and thighs jiggling with every impact while her breasts swung back and forth. She'd propped herself up on her elbows and tensed her thighs again as he got in position, but even she hadn't been quite ready for just how fast and hard the man took her, the few lewd squelching noises produced as he had filled her again soon made way for another round of rhythmic clapping and Isolda's moans of pleasure, with the mercenary able to rut her like few other partners, even the physically capable Sorio, seemed able to supply. Only a handful of partners, her former mentor Ulfring among them, had been so wonderfully aggressive in their mating, and while Isolda had long learned to enjoy the gentler partners nearly as much there was a definite increase in the passion of her reactions.

Every thrust had his tip kissing her cervix, promising that when its next load was deposited it would land against her thirsty gates, and the shocks of those inner kisses had her shuddering even harder. Her legs and elbows threatened to give out under her as pleasure tore through her, with her support grinding back and forth across the floor more than a little bit as well, but Isolda managed to keep herself braced enough to prevent her collapse throughout their encounter. That sort of pace wasn't one that any man, not even one with Raltas' vigor, could sustain for very long, but likewise it wasn't one that a woman like Isolda, who could not only withstand it but actively enjoyed such treatment, could take for very long without descending into a powerful orgasm either. Before that could happen, however, she would toss her ivory hair and turn her head, letting another curse filter among her moans in throaty Gremic before her widened eyes focused on the face of the man pounding into her.

The wanderer had intended to deliver a stream of dirty talk, ready to force herself to switch back to Brevnian so that the man could actually understand her, but as she looked back at the man she found that words simply weren't needed. Her eyes spoke more than any words could in that moment, as both partners had fallen below a level where intellect reigned and become something more primal as they rutted one another like beasts in the wild. While she might play the part of the conquest in this particular role, to a mate of Raltas' caliber that wasn't even a role that Isolda found she minded terribly much, at least not when the mercenary was plowing into her, claiming every inch of her soft folds like so few partners could, driving her wild with pleasure in the act that would, ultimately, see him breeding her. Even with the natural roles dictated to them by pure biology, however, Isolda would not be entirely passive by any means, as her gaze directed back at Raltas would be a silent demand. She wanted it harder, faster, and she wouldn't take no for an answer in that demand. For the few moments that it was only the two of them, Isolda wanted to experience the man's limits, for her durable form could no doubt take them.

More than that, however, would be the shift that would take place as Isolda felt him throbbing within her, her own body already teetering on the edge of another peak that would surely by the strongest yet. Her folds tightened instantly, her body starting to quiver in excitement as her gray eyes turned white as they rolled into her head, her mouth dropping as an outright scream of ecstasy passed through her lips. That orgasm was, true to her expectations, not only harder than any she'd had that night, but harder than any she'd enjoyed in a long while. Her inner walls began to squeeze like a vice while contracting around the shaft still pounding into her with a quick, steady rhythm, demanding that Raltas once more surrender his seed to her perpetually thirsty depths. The warrior eagerly gave in to that demand, his first spurt soon coating her throbbing cervix in his potent release, and while she might already be filled with plenty of the warm goo by that point Isolda still felt it enough for it to make her cum even harder. Their peaks soon fell into rhythm, her pussy contracting to milk out every rope of his seed only for her cervix to then descend to kiss his tip, drinking up every drop that it could get and drawing all of the mess into her soon thoroughly filled womb.

It had probably been a mistake for Isolda to go up to Alona's room without any form of protection against pregnancy, as her earlier potion had long since worn off. The seed churning in her innermost chamber found a perfectly welcoming environment at that point, and while the knowledge of biology certainly hadn't advanced enough to understand the actual mechanics of reproduction, the basic need for a man to cum inside of her in order to make a child was at least understood. Deep inside of her, Isolda's body had shed an egg that waited, and with her womb thoroughly saturated with sperm it was practically a certainty that one partner or another would manage to claim it. Raltas' swimmers were the first to reach it, quickly surrounding it, and despite her unusual genetic makeup Isolda was fully compatible with the human's seed. All it would take was one to pierce her and she would conceive, that too practically inevitable at this point, but even if the powerful warrior's seed had reached her ovum first, it wasn't guaranteed that his would be the one to take root given how quickly apart her partners were spaced.

Though it wasn't exactly her intent to have a child at that point, not even by the admittedly worthy mercenary, Isolda's lust demanded that she milk every drop from the man, if only so that she might deny Alona a round with him. As she felt herself descending from her peak and Raltas finally stopped thrusting and held himself deep within her, Isolda leaned upwards and moved her hands, one darting behind her to grab the man by the ass to hold him deep within while the other slipped between her legs, grasping his sack and gently rubbing the orbs contained within. Her eyes would focus again, aggression verging on anger appearing as she urged him to give her every drop, but that would not be the full span of her motions. Keeping him held deep, Isolda would begin to grind her plump rear up and down, working her inner muscles such that her velvety walls practically stroked him inside of her, working out every drop of cum until he was as dry as he would have been if her mouth had been working on him instead. Only then would she release him permitting him to pull away so that his release could begin drooling from her folds, and at that point the wanderer might normally have been satisfied with the encounter.

Her other customers were not yet content, however, and the sexually charged atmosphere of Alona's bedroom was absolutely a contagious thing. The handsome redhead would approach her next, not shying away despite how thoroughly Raltas had just laid claim to her, and while Isolda might have liked to bask a little longer she also didn't offer any argument as he urged her onto her back on the loveseat. Her legs parted promptly, exposing her drooling, cum-filled cunny for him to aim at. Though he was impressively thick, even thicker than Raltas, Isolda's folds would part easily as he pushed into her, another moan of satisfaction passing through her lips. Though his session would never reach the wild rut that Raltas' had been, it was probably good that the lighter man didn't try to compete in that regard, and as he set up a steady motion of thrusting into her Isolda found herself enjoying the coupling despite his shorter length. He started off slow, but his girth stretched her out nicely in a way that hadn't been done as thoroughly as her depth had been, and she could feel a wave of pleasant bliss wash over her with every motion in and again with every pull back, his length grinding pleasantly against her g-spot with every action.

The redhead seemed to enjoy himself even more than Isolda, however, and while she was offered little control in that position, in that instance she didn't feel the need to assert any. He did just fine on his own, and as he rocked in and out of her the pale warrior felt another peak rising, and as he sped up more and more Isolda would only feel that peak rising faster. Her lewd cries might be much quieter than they'd been when the powerful mercenary had been rutting, but they were definitely still there, and she gripped the fabric of the loveseat as she felt him suddenly tense again, his low stamina proved to not be a fluke as his seed started spilling into her. Her folds once again naturally began to contract, draining out his seed so that it could be taken into her deepest depths, and while it wasn't a screaming peak that she went through it was a satisfying one, enough to prompt a stream of low, deep moans to accompany her steady shudders.

Her pussy would be an even worse mess when he pulled out, leaning in to offer his thanks and, to Isolda's surprise, a quick kiss upon her lips, though she would reciprocate the gesture despite how out of place it seemed to her. While the sex in Alona's bedroom was hardly passionless, it had certainly felt at least mildly impersonal, and while that wasn't exactly a bad thing in her opinion it did leave the handsome man's actions somewhat confusing to her. The courtesan's skills and pure physical allure were not to be doubted, and while he probably could have charmed many a woman into bed with his looks if he had any charisma whatsoever, that he chose to come here didn't confuse the wanderer. What did strike her as odd, however, is that he would choose to display as much tenderness even with one who was being paid, though it would not pique her curiosity enough that she would opt to question it aloud.

 

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That left only one of her leftover customers, the farmhand, who had chosen to stay despite not hearing the offer for a second round that she'd given to her first batch. Raltas' engagement of her had prevented that lewd offer for the second group, who had all dressed again and shambled out, but Isolda had apparently attracted him enough that he wanted a turn with her all to himself even if he was too shy to come over and take it as Raltas and the redhead had. Isolda would, for once, be able to enjoy a few moments of her afterglow before noticing his bashfulness, and when she did she couldn't help but find it.... For lack of a better word, cute. Raising a hand and then a single crooked finger, Isolda would beckon the young man forward, an inviting smile upon her beautiful, cum splattered features, but if that wouldn't be enough to coax the farmhand over she would simply call him over verbally; “Come on.... Mmmm..... Get over here... Gimme your big cock~”

When he arrived, she had been prepared to climb down and direct him to sit, intent on riding him, but the impetuous young man apparently had other ideas and grabbed her by the thighs upon reaching her, practically pinning her to the loveseat as he pushed her knees up against her shoulders. Folded up like a pretzel, the wanderer's surprise faded into delight as he moved his rod into position to penetrate her, and for the third time since her last group had finished with her Isolda's petals permitted entrance to a single contender. Her pussy was absolutely filled to the brim with cum by that point, and as the farmhand started working himself into her some of it was squeezed out around his length, but if he minded the sloppy seconds at all he didn't show it. Indeed, as her inner walls squeezed around him the young man displayed nothing but pure, unadulterated bliss, and despite his simplistic technique the pale warrior found herself readily enjoying their union as well.

“Nnnfff... Yes... Ooohh~ Just like that... Right there! Mmmmmm..... More! More.... Nnfff.... Don't stop!” she grunted, using her voice to spur him on as her position left her practically motionless before him, but her vocal urgings proved as effective as her gaze had on Raltas. Soon enough the farmhand was pounding into her like there was no tomorrow, the fat of her perfectly sculpted rear rippling as it absorbed the impacts of his thrusts while he, like Raltas, managed to regularly tap against the doorway to her innermost sanctum. Of course, the boy might offer a pleasant ride in his own right, but he didn't have Raltas' stamina, so it came as something of a surprise when she felt herself suddenly tip over her peak just as he did, the two orgasming in perfect unison rather than one triggering the other. Equally surprising was how hard she came under him, her peak under the well endowed young workman easily taking second place to the one she'd had in Raltas' second round, even if it only narrowly beat out the one she'd had when the mercenary had first cum inside of her. It was certainly a memorable experience for her, who had rarely taken partners so young, and if his expression were to be believed the feeling of her folds drawing him in and sucking him dry would be just as memorable for him.

Eventually, however, he too would pull out of her, stumbling away to prepare to rejoin the outside world while Isolda would remain to take even more partners, adding to her already substantial sexual history. She was almost sad to see him go, as he had proven quite capable of showing her a good time, and at the very least she might have liked to clean him up. There was nothing for it though, as there was little time to spare for further pleasantries with the line outside growing restless, and as he wandered away she set her sights on other prey. They had a few moments to clean up, something that the thoroughly filled and coated Isolda sorely needed at that point, but as she approached Alona at the wash basin there was a decidedly predatory look to her gait. When she came upon the courtesan who had invited, some even might say coerced, her into this experience, the taller woman would pull the shorter woman closer and spin her around to face her. Isolda both bent at the waist and scrunched her abdomen, prompting a small flood of cum to leak out of her even more voluminous than what she had already left trailing and pooling along her path, and in doing so she brought her lips down upon Alona's while her bust, coated in drying semen, would rub up against her bronzed counterpart.

The wanderer's kiss was as predatory and domineering as any she'd ever given, her tongue coiling out like a pouncing tiger while accompanied by a noise that was as much a nearly canine growl as it was a moan of feminine passion, and while one arm would wrap possessively around the other woman's waist she would let the opposite hand trail down to grab a handful of Alona's soft, plump rear. The embrace would be brief, lasting only a few seconds after Alona could recover from her surprise if she had any to begin with, before Isolda would wrench herself away. Both would be able to taste their partners on their tongues, however, and any of the men left in the room would undoubtedly enjoy the sight offered by the two beauties so entangled even if she was the outsider here.

All too soon the next bunch of men would filter into the room, however, and after the same deal was offered another queue would form for Isolda, with some who'd gone unpleasured from Alona's earlier group falling into her own line. A pair of Honrainese youths who looked similar enough to be brothers, or maybe even twins, as well as a Gremic tradesman, a well dressed Brevnian man, a pair of sailors whose darkened skin was more on the Griscalescan side than Deunic or Talean, and the two from Alona's line appearing like a scholar and a miner judging by their relative builds. Alona would apparently recognize the two sailors, naming them and offering what Isolda could only take as a challenge, and while she had no idea what that might mean the wanderer would quirk a pale eyebrow and roll her eyes in response to Alona's words. “Don't think I can take it huh? Tsk, so little faith,” she replied dryly, but then there was little time for banter as the patrons sought to get into acquiring what they'd come for.

The two sailors were the boldest of the lot by far, and as Alona set about pleasing her own squad of mates she started to do the same, letting out a pleased coo as one started playing in the mess that was her pussy, her efforts to clean up having only cleared away what had drooled out of her. The figure doing it was behind her, however, and for a few moments Isolda set about teasing the rest with her hands before the aggressive sailor dragged her back, taking a seat and pulling her down into his lap. She'd expected him, given her facing, to take her ass, but he instead slid up into her folds, his manhood proving long enough but not impressively thick. That was fine, she'd have time enough to please the rest in other ways until he was finished, but when the pair of Honrainese took her flanks and denied her the initiative Isolda found herself at a disadvantage in her little contest with Alona. Three partners was a far cry from eight, which was how many men she had to please at this point, and even though she was ultimately in it for fun the wanderer still prized the efficiency with which she'd taken the rest. Her hands reached down to begin stroking the two twins, her steady jerking motions interspaced with pauses in which she worked the pad of her thumb over the bit of sensitive skin just beneath their tips, but her mouth, ass, and breasts were all going criminally unused.

As things developed, however, the two brothers' appreciation of her soft mounds gave the wanderer an idea, and while she would spend a few moments giving excited moans for the one bucking into her sex from below eventually the pale woman would coo; “Mmmmm, you like them, don't you? C'mere~” And with that, the one on her right would find himself tugged up until he was straddling her chest, after which her hand would release his length and gather up her soft orbs to wrap them around his length. Once her partner was suitably enveloped her arm would fold over her chest, creating a tight orifice for him to rest in, and after letting a glob of saliva slide down that crack for lubrication she began to jerk back and forth over his length. She regulated the pressure so that her soft skin would never chafe over him, leaving him enveloped in heavenly softness that had left more than a handful of men drowning in a level of bliss that took them completely by surprise. That the duo had seemed so fascinated with her larger than average breasts seemingly only made the sensation all the better for him, ensuring that he would shoot quickly.

Not yet, however, and with one side free Isolda would look to her waiting queue and beckon with her eyes, leaving the other Honrainese man to wait for his turn at her breasts while she pleasured him only with her hand. When at least two had stepped forward, Isolda would grin and simply lean toward one, taking his rod into her mouth and sucking on it heartily for a moment, letting her tongue roll back and forth across the sensitive flesh. Whoever was second would get similar treatment a moment later, however, and she would go back and forth between two, or even three if she could accommodate that many, but not allowing any of them to finish just yet.

A few moments later she would be subject to an odd request, and Isolda would turn an eye in the other sailor's direction as he knelt between her legs. Initially she thought that he wanted to switch his companion so that he could take her folds for himself, but then Alona's words ran through her head again and she understood. For a moment she considered denying him, surprised at the odd request more because it seemed so outlandish than out of any squeamishness. Why would a man want to occupy the same hole as another? After a few seconds to think about it and after sizing up his member, however, Isolda would pop free of whoever she was sucking on at the time and grin at the sailor. “Two at once? Sure,” she said, “I... Nnffff! Didn't think anyone would be in for that!”

It was true, and in truth she would never have considered it before then, the very idea never even occurring to her despite that she'd had on a few occasions taken two male partners at once. It was a night for new experiences, however, and after having her first taste of another voidic woman in the form of Oribel, and then taking many more partners than she'd ever had at a single encounter before, it would just be yet another new experience to put under her belt. If there was any one thing that drove Isolda on her wanderings besides lack of a place to call her own, the hunger for new experiences was it, and while not all of her tastes revolved around sex the woman's insatiable lust had certainly been a driving factor in manner of her decisions. So it was now, with a tinge of pride at her durability to boot after Alona's comment, and so she would prepare herself by relaxing her entrance and simply holding steady in the other sailor's lap.

As that progressed, however, Isolda had other places to put her attention. The Honrainese straddling her would prove a quick shot, as she'd expected, and when she felt him spurting across her neck and cheek after only a few moments she could only let out a moan of satisfaction, no doubt one tinged with pleasure as the two sailors explored her sex simultaneously. With him finished, however, she quickly dismissed him and replaced him with his brother, who after she'd been working her hand on him for so long would no doubt be even quicker. For a few moments her left hand would go idle, or perhaps be directed to one of her other customers if they decided to take the initiative, but once the other Honrainese boy was finished Isolda would have a bit more room to work with her other four customers.

Her first priority was to keep them at least entertained, and that she would do, trying to get two at each side so the one could occupy her hands while the other two continued to receive her back and forth attention with her mouth, though if one opted to take a place between her breasts that much she would readily allow. The goal now was to ensure that no one finished with only her hands, either being able to enjoy her mouth or her breasts, or perhaps even waiting out the duo enjoying her folds so that she could take a few more in her ass and pussy, but however it played out the voidic warrior would surely at least provide an enjoyable experience, working all of her skills to the best of her ability while multitasking so intensely. Of course, the most competitive portion of her wanted it to be the two who had migrated from Alona's line to be the ones who got the most pleasure out of her, and if she could make that happen she most assuredly would, but for that particular round Isolda would let things play out how they would.

 

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Isolda: HP = 91/91, PP = 41, EP = 42/42, Status = Pregnant

The verbal urgings that Isolda fed to the young farmer proved effective enough at both working him up and getting him off, having earned her more spirited thrusts with each cry and a most satisfying orgasm despite his relative inexperience. When their mating session finally ended, even he seemed astonished at how much he released inside of her as he withdrew himself from her sloppy pussy. Much of his essence, along with some of the remnants of Raltas' and the redhead's, leaked out in copious amounts, even as the Voidic beauty's womb had worked to lock in what it did manage to acquire.

Unfortunately, unlike Raltas, the farmhand didn't possess the stamina nor the libido to go another round anytime soon. He seemed quite finished after the fact, bashfully retreating to clothe himself once more. Perhaps he had even surprised himself as to how wild Isolda had made him in the heat of the moment.

But while he was done, Isolda had plenty more to take care of, as made evident by the new group in front of her. Watching her welcome the strangers before them so zealously and shamelessly was enough to make them hard, and it was evident that she wouldn't need to spend too much time needing to get this particular group aroused. But before that, she would have to get clean. An attempt to stand would reveal that her legs were a bit wobbly and much weaker than normal, no thanks to the multitude of orgasms she experienced from the first and second group's repeat visitors...

However, Isolda was not a person of weak will, and with just a small burst of determination she managed to stride over to Alona with an amount of confidence that betrayed her whining legs. The warm, thick cum that lined her inner sanctum began to trickle down her thighs even as she walked. Not that it would prove very bothersome, as her nude form was already splattered with the seed of several different prospective fathers in various locations. Instead, the white decoration only seemed to add to the lewd effect as she embraced her 'rival' in sex and forced a kiss upon her.

It was one that Alona found surprising at first, given her momentarily widened eyes, but also one that she would not reject in the slightest. Isolda only felt a hint of give from her partner before she would discover the tan-skinned beauty pressing back against her, apparently determined not to give in completely. Alona herself wasn't in the cleanest of states when the wanderer came to her, and so Isolda would feel globs of sticky jizz being smeared between their busts as they pressed together. In addition, she'd catch the slightly salty, slightly sweet taste of the remnants of the numerous loads that the courtesan had likely swallowed as her tongue aggressively invaded the other woman's mouth.

It wasn't long before Alona's own deft lingual muscle returned the favor, slipping forward and wrestling with the other. In the process, it allowed the swordswoman to get a better taste of men that she hadn't even so much as touched yet. Her roaming hands would discover a form as soft and exquisite as it looked, yet there was still enough muscle that she felt formidable in her own right with regards to less sensual and more violent matters. However, like Isolda, her overall form when uncovered was built more for sex appeal than intimidation, showing that they were alike in more ways than one. The display of the two temptresses making out in such a lewd manner prompted gasps of astonishment from the onlookers, and it had done no small part in getting them all excited for what was to come.

Alona grinned, showing no effort to hide the loud moan that escaped from her throat as the other woman grabbed a handful of her shapely rump. She returned the favor by slipping a soft hand down the front of Isolda's torso and letting it roam south until settling upon the wanderer's petals. Upon arriving at her destination, Alona employed two fingers to spread Isolda's lower lips, which prompted several more globs of potent seed to dribble down her inner thighs. Then, she'd press a digit into her ever so gently, scooping out additional helpings of the goo and then helping herself to a taste once their kiss broke.

"Mm... I'd know Raltas' taste anywhere," remarked the tan-skinned beauty. "You sure made him cum a lot. I just hope he has some left for me." She sampled another helping from Isolda's pussy before pushing her index finger in between Isolda's lips to let her have a taste of her own juices along with the mixture of various loads that had been dumped into her.

"It looks like you're a natural. Many of the girls working here don't even go for this kind of thing. It's going to be hard to not want to keep you around. Sure you don't want to work here more often? I'm I can keep you well fed," proposed the tan-skinned beauty. "But first things first," she added, getting herself clean and helping Isolda to do the same if needed. "My admirers are waiting... and so are yours." As fun as it was to show each other off to all the boys, even the crowd's patience was limited, especially with the air of steamy excitement they had cultivated within the room.

Isolda made her answer to Alona's quip, responding to it as she would a challenge, and as she looked across the room, she would find that the darker-skinned woman had already mounted one man while putting her hands on two others and preparing to suck off a fourth. Before she did, however, she made a reply to her guest. "It's not for everyone, hon, fufu... If you can't do it after all, just be sure to send them my way, won't you?" said Alona teasingly before wrapping her lips around the erect member waiting before her and going straight to work in pleasing everyone around her. A fifth man could be seen taking a higher position behind her as he eased her down and forward, most likely in order to claim her rear orifice. Once he did, the chorus of pleasured grunts, moans and sighs resumed from that end of the room, leaving many of those waiting their turn to look towards Alona's side with envy.

Meanwhile, the wanderer was met with a new task of her own as she came to be the center of attention for three new admirers, having been pulled on top of one Grisalescan sailor, who wasted little time laying claim to her womanhood. The two Honrainese lads groaned in pleasure, praise and astonishment as she treated them to a brisk, simultaneous handjob, but that wouldn't be the end of it. One of the siblings, still fascinated by the sheer size of Isolda's bosom, was invited to experience them first hand as Isolda allowed him to straddle her. It took a bit of careful footwork to mount her in such a position, given that she was still riding one sailor upon the loveseat, but thanks to the Honrainese one's relatively diminutive form, he made the task much easier.

Besides, he was far too eager to feel what she had to offer, and when she wrapped the soft, supple flesh of her giant mounds around his sensitive cock, he couldn't help but to begin bucking his hips against the makeshift orifice that she had prepared for him, keeping it tight by mashing her breasts together with his hands from the outside. "U... Uhoohhh! Ahhh," he cried out as he began to plow the valley of her well-lubricated tits, and Isolda could tell that he was easily having the time of his life from that point on. His brother could only look on in envy, but her expert handwork kept him satisfied enough for him to have little reason to complain.

As she directed her gaze towards the others waiting, the two that had migrated over from Alona's queue, the scribe and the miner, could wait no longer, and came upon Isolda with their pants undone. They would not be disappointed, as the wanderer was quick to treat them to the interior of her mouth, one after the other, alternating between the two. It was a rather impressive display of multitasking, and yet a greater challenge was yet to follow as the first sailor's companion approached with a query that might have made even the most lewd of women hesitate. After all, two in one orifice was more than she had ever taken, as the same could be said of most women in general. But as it turned out, Alona was not one in that category, leaving Isolda with little reason to stay there as well thanks to the 'challenge' that had been made.

But Isolda was not one to back down from such a challenge, and as such she gave her approval. Her inviting smile was enough to spur the second seaman forward, and he carefully slid herself into her already occupied orifice, stretching it out just enough, as the two men were not particularly thick in the way of girth. It worked out for the better, however, as when the pair started moving, for Isolda any initial discomfort would soon fade. And while her cunny had felt more full than ever before, it was more like the equivalent of one massive, throbbing cock, as the two deckhands' rods might have equaled Isolda's largest partner in size.

Yet this experience proved different nonetheless, with separate moving parts, as the heads of each member struck her in different areas of her warm, sensitive interior. The man on top had his cock curve upwards to rub vigorously against her G-spot, while the one on the bottom slid back and forth along the opposite inner wall of her pussy. The two were likely closer than most, no doubt, but they certainly had no qualms about giving Isolda their very best effort in breeding her. And while their grunts and groans showed that they were surely having a good time of it, perhaps Isolda benefitted from it the most. Their thrusts went deeper and deeper still, giving her the experience of getting fucked by the girth and even the length that she preferred to feel.

It would prove utterly difficult for her to stay quiet during such an experience, with the two shafts plunging in and out of her pussy at an alternating rate. As if it weren't enough, the one beneath her reached in front to tease her clit with the pads of her fingers, leaving practically no part of her womanhood unstimulated. But despite the overwhelming sensations assaulting her body, Isolda still had others seeking to get what they could from her. The Honrainese brother straddling her was one of them, and he found that the feeling of her two huge jugs squeezing around his cock proved too much for him to handle for any extended amount of time. His face contorted in pleasure as he tilted his chin up and gasped, signaling his inevitable release. His throbbing member shot out several ropes that covered her collarbone, neck, and face.

"Ah! Uuuhhh! Uooooohhhh..." The warm splatter of his gift only served to arouse the moaning nymphomaniac even further, though she wouldn't want for attention between her legs with two hard-working Grisalescans faithfully pumping away at her cunt. The smaller john's brother was quick to replace him, ever eager for the opportunity to experience what his counterpart had. He would soon find it every bit to his liking and then some as the valley of Isolda's mounds quickly engulfed his rod, squeezing and coaxing him further to release his stored-up seed. As he got to work on giving her just that, the miner and scribe took her flanks and guided her hands back to their cocks. She was given the option to suck off one or another, provided she could fight off the urge to cry out assorted obscenities from the overwhelming pleasure of having separate key spots in her pussy hammered in a most unique manner.

Meanwhile, Alona's screams grew even louder from the other end of the room, and Isolda could only guess that Raltas had gotten to her, as he had apparently migrated from her area when the more raunchy sex began. It proved difficult to focus on such a matter, however, as the two men laying claim to her tight snatch picked up their pace, broadcasting their intent to finish. Their relentless fervor, combined with the expert stimulation she experienced upon her clit, would take the wanderer to yet another powerful, shuddering peak, causing the gate of her womb to open wide just in time to receive its new visitors.

"Uuuhh... hnnh! I'm going to do it! Hrrrnn.... ohhh! Ah! Aahh! AAAH, I--!"

As loud groans of bliss could be heard from both above and beneath her, Isolda knew that she was about to receive perhaps one of the biggest creampies of her life. The alternating movements of the two members within her, now pistoning in and out as fast as their users would allow them to, gave the swordswoman a sensation unlike any other, one of being fucked faster than was humanly possible from only one man. Her orgasm would quickly chain into a second as the two finally tensed up, one after another, before happily placing their bids for fatherhood deep within her.

"HNNN! HNNN! HNNN! Hahh... hnnghh! I can't stop cumming... aah, uuhhhn!"
"Uhoooh, f-fuck! Aaaaaggghh! Ooohhhh, yessss!"

The man beneath her proved to be in the best position to inseminate her the deepest, and so Isolda's womb would suck up most of his before taking the other sailor's load, though most of the latter would seep out from her well-used entrance in the process.

At that time, the one mounting her torso would also find his sweet release, decorating the wanderer's face and neck with his slightly thinner juices, which would then drip off of her chin and quickly trickle down her collarbone. He was too caught up in the heavenly valley of her bounteous breasts to care that she was sucking off another guy and getting fucked by two others. Pleasured cries would erupt from all three men, and all around Isolda the insatiable air of lust, further bolstered by her powerful Voidic pheromones, would hang thick. The spray of their hot gift would splatter upon both the quarter-demon's face and deep within the inner walls of her womanhood, which spasmed strongly in time with her orgasmic contractions in order to milk the sailors for as much as they could give. And what a tremendous pair of loads they were, as even as they filled her completely, excess helpings of semen were forced out from between her swollen labia, pitter-pattering onto the growing puddle in front of the loveseat.

Inside her, another army of one sailor's sperm joined the assault upon her egg, which lay waiting for its worthy suitor. Like a microscopic representation of what was occurring in the brothel, it adequately showed that many prospective fathers--and yet more to come--were doing battle for the rights to pass their legacy on with the Voidic beauty as a medium. While Isolda couldn't feel the tiny battles occurring within her system, she could feel the thirst for more to join the fray, and so more would. The three men pulled off of her slowly, one by one, having spent themselves completely. Afterwards, the miner, previously receiving the attentions of one of Isolda's hands, thought to move away so that he might lay claim to her grand prize. However, if she chose to, Isolda could opt to keep him in place by employing a tighter grip with her hand or by using her mouth, which would allow another person in line--in this case, the Gremic tradesman--to penetrate her instead. Should she allow him to go, then the next one in line would simply take his place.

Only a few seconds later the next john had positioned himself between Isolda's legs and began thrusting away in earnest, his eyes locked on hers as he surveyed the beautiful visage of the subject he sought to breed. The existing lubrication that lined her inner walls in the form of the sailors' semen only encouraged her current partner to go harder and faster still, his above-average length struggling to reach in even deeper so that he might touch the very end of her tunnel and the dilated opening to her final chamber. Somehow, it still managed to be fairly pleasurable for the wanderer despite the furious double pounding she had received at the hands of the Grisalescan duo. As Isolda's ample mounds jiggled from the force of each stroke, the one fucking her sought to hog them all to himself, placing his eager hands upon her chest and fondling her sensitive orbs as his hips slammed into hers at a fervent pace.

As he sought to receive full enjoyment for his money, the scribe on Isolda's right began to shudder and raise himself upon his toes, hinting that he was getting close. He gently began to stroke her hair, as if requesting the attentions of her oral services during his final moments. Regardless of how the wanderer chose to finish him off, he would cum soon enough, as would the man being serviced with her other hand. Thick ropes of semen were laid upon Isolda's upper chest, face, and shoulders from either side, splattering her visage and body with even more of the warm liquid. There would be several spurts more to decorate her with if she insisted on manually pumping each man dry, leaving the pale beauty looking quite messy in little time at all.

Unfortunately for her, that would be all that each man flanking her had to offer, and a few more tugs or sucks would ensure that they were truly spent, though she could give the scribe, who had wandered over from Alona's line, a proper farewell if she so chose. It left only the sharp-dressed Brevnian to serve, and he was quick to free his member so that Isolda might start on him. From the way that he positioned himself near her face, she could guess what kind of treatment he sought to receive. The one fucking her would pause for a moment, guiding her to turn over into a standing position and bending her over the loveseat. Taking one member into her mouth and one in her pussy might have seemed rather light compared to the strenuous multitasking she had done up to that point. On the other hand, it could also be considered something of a well-deserved break, and it allowed her to better focus her attentions on 'just' two men--still considered one more than what even some workers in the Silver Quarters might admit to trying.

There were also less obligations for her hands this way, and so she could place them however she wanted as the two remaining customers from the group pounded her from both ends. The man behind her was keen on going rough, causing the flesh of her shapely rump to ripple from the force, while the Brevnian receiving her oral attentions seemed content enough to let Isolda do her work at her own pace. Their pleasured groans gradually escalated over the next several minutes, as did their collective rhythm. To have enjoyed herself with these complete and total strangers might have been considered a new 'low' for Isolda, if she cared to look from the outside... but it was just too fun on the inside. A glance over to Alona, who was still working on her current group, certainly didn't help as it only fueled the wanderer's competitive drive. All in all, Isolda had taken sixteen men total counting her current partners, while Alona had taken no less than the same amount up to that point, though it was more difficult to keep track with the repeat visits.

But as enjoyable as being spitroasted between her two current partners might have been for the swordswoman, her ability to take such a rutting outlasted their capability to give it to her, and another shift into a much faster pace showed that they wouldn't last much longer. If she let him, the Brevnian would release his spunk into her mouth, while the one she had chosen to hump her would pull out abruptly and spill his seed all over her ass... only to re-insert his member into her rear orifice and give it a few good thrusts by which to completely spend his reserves. "Ohhhhhhh...." came the expected sighs of bliss that she had worked to earn from either side.

The members of the final group peeked in before making their way inside the room. Eight total, all seeming to be mercenaries--or bandits--of some sort, had a look around, many with amused looks. Alona didn't seem to recognize them, but she didn't seem to mind at that point.

"Hello, boys," she greeted, wiping a dab of cum off of one of her eyes. "Nice timing... just let us get all cleaned up for you, hmm~?"


"Was wondering what the big line was all about, but I guess it all makes sense now," replied the first, the apparent leader and most handsome of the bunch.

"Uhh... I'll wait downstairs," commented a second member of the troupe, whose gray-streaked locks hinted his seniority in terms of age.

While it was an undoubtedly awkward exchange, Alona would raise no complaints. "You do know the rates, don't you? 100 gold if you care to go all the way--otherwise it's half that. Though it is 120 if you want to take the backdoor or do something different like two in one. There's a group discount tonight though, so I'll even take off ten percent no matter what you choose to do..." She couldn't help but turn her gaze sideways to Isolda with a smirk. Naturally, she hadn't given the details regarding the prices up until now. It was likely a test of the wanderer's libido and willingness to have a go at any cost. Provided, they weren't terrible rates, but it was a subtle way of stretching Isolda's boundaries, so to speak, after the fact.

"No way I'm touching balls with you guys," snarked one of the shorter members, a man with light armor and messy, dark-green hair. "I'm taking the taller one, the rest of you can go fight over the other." He made his way towards Isolda, looking to claim her for himself while the others exchanged shrugs. At this rate, it looked as though Alona would keep her claim as the winner of the informal competition...

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

Isolda gave a shiver as Alona returned her groping by sliding a hand between them, spread her petals, and dipped a finger into the wanderer's depths. A low moan bubbled up from her throat and into the courtesan's mouth as another small burst of pleasure surged through her, copious amounts of seed drooling from her spread petals and onto Alona's hand. The taste of the seed in the other woman's mouth, the feel of softness over firm muscle just like what was present on her own body, the returned intrusion of Alona's tongue into her mouth, even her voidic aura; all of it served to further rekindle the wanderer's arousal, readying her for yet another round.

“Mmmm.... He is delicious, isn't he?” the wanderer purred after Alona sampled his seed as it oozed from her folds, after which Isolda smirked impishly at the courtesan's stated hope regarding the man. It was hard for her to tell whether or not that hope would be fulfilled; she had after all attempted to see that Raltas was utterly emptied, but she didn't know the man's stamina nearly as well as Alona herself did. If he could manage to go again, however... Well, it would only make the wanderer all the more impressed with his sexual appetite, and ensure that she sought him out again in a setting where she would have him all to herself!

The offer from the courtesan to work here more regularly, despite being an idea that Isolda would normally balk openly at, actually received some thought at that point. It would mean steady coin no doubt, and her competitive drive urged her to accept it if only to outdo Alona in her own element. Her mental stigma against working as a prostitute, born in her years in the gutters of Elynsor city and carried all this time, began to crack a little under the weight of the fact that Isolda had enjoyed every moment of her time in Alona's bedroom, but she couldn't reach a state of certainty either way at that point. “We will see~” she said, and then set about cleaning herself up again for her next batch of customers.

Once they got to it and Isolda had accepted the challenge set by the two Grisalescan sailors wanting to take her in both holes at once while seeing to the rest of her customers, things began to heat up once again. The problem created by two pairs taking up so much room around her went partially solved in short order once she got one of the Honrainese boys straddling her and pumping his length between her chest, creating an opening that allowed her to appease the rest of her crowd until she could give them some proper attention. With her mouth at work, Isolda could only give a grunt of affirmation to the sailor seeking to double up the number of cocks taking her sex, but when he began to push into her from above to join the one that had been plowing her from below the sensation was surprisingly potent to say the very least. The wanderer's legs shuddered as the second cock was pushed up into her, the curved rod grinding so hard against her g-spot that for a moment she almost felt faint, and with the two moving in opposition rather than as one it made for an experience unlike anything she'd ever had before.

Whatever course of events had led these two to not only be comfortable with such an act, but to actively seek it out, Isolda wouldn't raise a complaint about it once she's actually tried it. As depraved as it was, probably more so than was usual for the wanderer given how relatively tame her sex life might have been compared to one such as Alona, the sensations created by the two cocks moving distinctly inside of her left her eyes rolling into the back of her head and her breathing coming in short pants around whatever tool happened to be in her mouth at the time, at least when it wasn't rising in an appreciative moan. The addition of a pair of fingers rubbing against her clit only made her pleasure soar all the higher, and despite her usual stamina Isolda found the knot of pressure signalling an oncoming peak coming all too soon, well before either of the vigorous sailors showed signs of finishing. That was probably the first time she'd really needed to control herself that night, an action that she normally didn't bother with; why should she after all? But that Isolda opted to do then if only to conserve her stamina for the rest of her clients.

Before that standoff could be played out, however, the first of the twins that she had taken between her breasts suddenly moaned as he found his peak. She had been working her mouth, hands, and breasts automatically since the overwhelming pleasure of having one hole filled twice had taken hold of her, and thus was taken by surprise when the steady pumping of her slick orbs brought the young man to completion all over her face. She hardly had any complaint as his sticky gift painted the side of her face, her neck, and her cleavage however, moaning a bit louder as the warm goo covered her ivory skin and working her bosom a little bit faster until he had surrendered his very last rope. The brother of the one she'd caused to cum was quick to replace him, climbing on top of her and sliding his length between her breasts while her other two clients, the miner and scholar from Alona's ranks, took each side of her and guided her hands back into place.

Again she went on autopilot there, moving her mouth from one to the other every few moments to provide a bit of variety, sucking each in term and changing the pattern of her stroking between visits. Sometimes she simply jerked whichever john wasn't in her mouth, sometimes she worked her thumb over their frenulum while working only the latter portion of their rods, sometimes she rubbed the heal of her hand along the underside while rubbing their balls; the changes were regular, made whenever she shifted her mouth to the other man whom she'd been stroking. Her oral service was relatively simple, the wanderer simply taking each cock as far as it would go and sucking on it, causing her cheeks to sink inwards as she worked her tongue along their undersides and threw in an occasional jerk from the hand still wrapped around the base of whoever she happened to be sampling orally.

Her eyes were closed as she worked, making eye contact impossible, but each man would at least get the treat of feeling her moans vibrating up through her lips around their cocks as she bobbed back and forth on each of them in turn. Those moans only grew louder and more intense as the two sailors pumped into her stretched pussy faster and faster with each passing moment, leaving her toes curled as she fought off waves of pleasure in an effort to stave off her oncoming orgasm. The first real cracks appeared in the pale warrior's will when one of them announced his oncoming peak, she was too out of it to really determine which one, and as the combination of steady thrusts and the constant stroking of her exposed jewel sent more and more stimulation rolling through her Isolda found herself able to hold off no more. Her legs shuddered suddenly as her mouth stopped and her hands slowed, her orgasm hitting her hard as her pussy clamped on its two intruders, and as her climax rolled through her the combination of pleasures only grew more and more intense.

Mere moments later, just as she was seemingly coming down from her climactic high, the first explosion of seed was fired against her cervix as it flexed hungrily inside of her, from which partner she was too dazed and hyped up on pleasure to tell. The sudden descent into a second orgasm that made her entire form shake was not a thing that she could ignore, however, and the wanderer nearly choked on the cock she'd been sucking on as she tried to scream in ecstasy as her pussy spasmed in an effort to milk out their liquid gift. The two rods continued to pump steadily inside of her as they took it in turns to issue their release into her depths, the one beneath her firing his load directly into her waiting womb while the one shooting from above mostly ended up leaking out around the two pulsating rods.

The lower sailor's seed joined the mix already boiling deep inside of her, waves of his sperm joining the swarm surrounding her ovum as all of her “donors” for the night sought to father a child on her. Each had issued a copious dose of baby batter into her depths, Raltas even putting in a second helping to try and make sure, but now legions from many different men were squirming about inside of her, each seeking the receptacle for their genes that would pass on their legacy with the genetically unique wanderer as a host. Would it be Raltas, the only one among them whom she would actually consider carrying the child to term for, whose seed finally won the “war” taking place in her womb and impregnated her? Or would an opportunist take advantage of his seed's efforts to weaken her defenses and snatch the prize? Isolda herself was completely oblivious to the goings on inside of her, of course, but even if she had no intention of keeping the result, the contest within her would reach its end soon.

So overwhelmed by her climax was she that Isolda barely even realized that the second twin was giving her another facial, his thinner seed splattering against her collar and cheek even as she was filled with the largest load she'd ever taken at once. As each man pulled away in turn Isolda was left in something of a daze, her eyes opening again only to be fairly unfocused as she released a brief groan around the cock she had almost choked on. It took her a moment to start really moving again, her efforts briefly slow and lazy as the sailors and the second Honrainese boy all pulled away from her, leaving her to lower herself down onto the loveseat with her legs spread and her slightly gaping pussy leaking the numerous liquid gifts that it had released. Her well used hole was quickly to tighten again, however, and when the miner tried to pull away to claim her sex for himself he would find Isolda's hand gripping him tightly, keeping him in place while the next in line claimed that honor for himself instead. She opted to switch her mouth to him full time around then, sucking on him with considerably more skill and enthusiasm than before for a moment before popping his rod from her mouth to suck on his heavy sack while she continued stroking, licking him from base to tip, and then swallowing him again only to repeat the pattern two or three more times.

The Gremic tradesmen, next in line and needing no warm up, slipped easily into her ever hungry folds, which were now thoroughly lubricated by the numerous loads of seed she'd taken in addition to her own secretions. She moaned again as he slipped his manhood into her and simply started pounding away, her pleasured sound higher and sharper than it had been under the overwhelming fucking she'd taken from the two sailors, and though she still enjoyed the penetration greatly she was no far less overwhelmed by it. His efforts soon made her breasts begin to shake, however, and with no one else to claim them the Gremic man was free as none since Oribel in her long string of partners had had the opportunity to do and play with the soft, heavy orbs even as he caused them to jiggle every which way.

As she took yet another fucking, however, the two men she'd been pleasing with her mouth and hands showed signs that they were almost finished, the scholar going so far as to caress her in warning and give obvious signs that he'd like to give his liquid gift to her mouth. She was all too happy to oblige, leaving the miner's also throbbing shaft to take the scholar's rod into her mouth, her cheeks dimpling as she started bobbing and sucking, her tongue squirming wildly against his sensitive underside as she sought to bring the softer man to his peak. When she felt that he was finally about to find release, Isolda dove down to his throat and started making shallow bobs accompanied by strokes with her hand, encouraging him to pour his release down her throat. The miner, not far behind after an extended bout of attention from her mouth and hand, found his peak as she groaned around the scholar's spurting tool, her steady jerks quickly aiming his rod at her face and breasts to leave her with yet another fresh coating of semen. She kept on jerking until both men were dry, and once the scholar was definitely empty her mouth quickly switched to the miner's cock, her lips only descending over the first inch or so of his so that she could clean him up and taste a bit of his release on her ever eager tongue.

With those two finished, that left only one more partner waiting, the well dressed Brevnian fellow who had seemingly been waiting so long. He too needed no tempting beyond the sight of her naked, cum-glazed form, and given his choice of location once his member was free of his trousers it wasn't hard to guess what he wanted. She barely had time to give the tip of his cock an introductory kiss before the man pounding into her pussy opted to switch positions, however, and Isolda simply rolled over and stood up to bend the loveseat between her two suitors. With one at each end and the one moving to reclaim her folds doing exactly what she wanted, the one in front of her was her primary concern, and just before her mouth descended on him she gave him a simple gasped request; “Fuck my mouth!”

Placing her hands below her for stability, she took the Brevnian man's rod into her mouth and down her throat in one gulp, going as far as she could go despite her gag reflex's protest. She would put an encouraging hand on his hip after that, but otherwise allowed him to set his own rhythm while she did much as she'd been doing all night with her oral orifice. It was all practiced motions by that point, the wanderer offering only a bit of finesse when she didn't have the opportunity to get more creative, but with a cock coming at her from both ends it was hardly a time where more advanced techniques were needed. Her well formed ass was soon jiggling from the impacts of the man taking her form behind, leaving her to moan around the cock that she was so fervently sucking on while her full, cum-coated breasts swung beneath her.

When it came time for them to cum, the Brevnian got his wish without even needing to try for it as Isolda let him cum right in her mouth, either down her throat or into her mouth, whichever he chose. The other man, the Gremic tradesman, would actually pull out, much to Isolda's surprise, and at first painted her backside with his cum before suddenly sliding into her ass to spend his reserves. Her rear hole had gone untouched for a while, but the leftover lubrication from her earlier partners remained, and the fresh donation of her latest donor's dregs left her groaning softly as he was left to finish as he so chose.

Isolda gingerly lowered herself, panting heavily as she took a moment to let herself rest. She had taken no less than sixteen men so far, some of them more than once, and though she could hardly have paid attention given her number of partners Alona had taken at least as many. The darker skinned courtesan was just finishing up with her latest group when Isolda opted to take her rest, and when they were done the wanderer prepared to rise to clean up only for the next – and notably the last – of their line peaked in and, seeing both women unoccupied, chose to simply walk in before they were called, giving no chance for either of them to get cleaned up.

That in itself didn't bother Isolda, as she hardly cared about being dirty, but as she got a better look at the group her mood began to shift quickly. The mannerisms, the swagger, the cocky grins... They were lower class sellswords or bandits by her estimation. The sort of men that she killed readily and without regret, indeed the sort that she'd been painting Havenport red with since she had arrived. It wasn't the sort of bunch that she liked to appear in front of naked and tired in no small way, even with the security offered by her voidic gifts and her nearby weapons. Alona went on to explain the rates at the Silver Quarters, and in the back of her mind Isolda realized that she had just earned no small tally of coin even with the brothel itself taking a cut of some sort. Still, that subtle jab didn't exactly do anything to improve the waning of her mood, and while Isolda would still be smiling if Alona opted to extend her glance or was simply more perceptive than most where expressions were concerned she might detect the brittleness of the wanderer's expression.

The sexually charged atmosphere again rose to save Isolda's mood, however, and this time she again actively embraced it. This was no back alley, no tavern filled with more of their ilk who didn't care except for the show, no battleground where she could give in to her bloodlust indiscriminately. This was a brothel, and while she might question their character based on instinct and assumptions, Isolda had no actual reason to dislike this lot. As one of their number, a grey-haired veteran, excused himself to wait downstairs, Isolda sized the rest of them up with a casual smile on her face as she lounged on the love seat, trying to resurrect her amorous mood by imagining what one last bout of having every hole filled might feel like. There were seven of them left, and if she could take more than Alona this round some portion of her competitive spirit might be sated even if the final tally proved the more experienced woman the winner.

Of course, the words of one of them, a shorter fellow with green hair – why so many odd hair colors among Havenport's mercenaries? - would try to put an end to that plan, but Isolda was not one to be bartered over and pushed around. While Alona was fine with accepting the situation and taking the rest while leaving her with one of them, Isolda was not, and while she had enjoyed the use of the love seat Isolda thought it time that she make a change of location in order to better facilitate the return of her arousal. Letting out a brief bark of laughter, the pale warrior rose to her feet, standing taller than most of the men and especially the one who had sought to claim her all for himself. “Like I'd let that one go~” she said as she strolled over to join Alona on the bed, trying to make her gait a believable saunter that would hide how weak her legs felt.

She turned and sat against the bed when she reached it, folding one leg over the other while putting her hands on the edge, still grinning. “You can be squeamish if you want... I'll give you first dibs~” she said with a tone to match her eager smile, “but when I'm finished with you I want to do more than watch!” She licked her lips alluringly, a palm sliding up her side towards one of her breasts, and then added; “I want something in every hole at least one more time tonight~ Are some of you braver than your friend here, hrm? Brave enough to give me what I want?” Whether or not her bold display got any takers was up to the mood of the mercenaries who were to be the last of their clients for the night, but Isolda hoped that she might persuade a few of them to take her up on her offer.

 

[Takimaru]

Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

Status:

Spoiler

Isolda: HP = 91/91, PP = 41, EP = 42/42, Status = Pregnant

The white-haired nymphomaniac's shocking declaration earned a series of exchanged looks from the group, but certainly not negative ones. These men, the very types that Isolda had slaughtered en masse at several points in her violent life, didn't know her, nor even Alona in this case. But two members of the band made their distaste for such wild orgies clear. One had already made his way downstairs, and the other was the one seeking to go one-on-one with Isolda. Unfortunately for him, it seemed that his desired woman had other plans in mind, which triggered a slight frown upon his face.

Alona could only smile at such an expression of boldness and outright courage, however, as her deception regarding the pay had apparently done little to deter Isolda's indomitable libido. Sitting down with her warm back against that of her partner's, she winked at the final crowd of customers for tonight.

"You'll have to pardon my new girl here, she's... insatiable," explained the tan-skinned courtesan. "But then again, so am I~" she then added with a devilish grin, joining Isolda on the bed. Still, it wouldn't do to lose any more potential patrons, and so she aimed a most seductive look towards the more fussy of the mercenaries.

"Mm, you over there. Don't like to share, do you? Even though she's already been through far more than a dozen boys now... and so have I. Well, I have an idea... how about we share you? Come here, kneel on the bed," beckoned Alona.

The man quirked a brow at first, with a pause of hesitation. But the combined allure of the two beauties were too much for him to refuse. He took his place on the middle of the bed, on his knees, and perhaps with Isolda's help, the brothel's most popular woman wasted no time in undoing the front closures of his trousers and pulling them down to reveal an already-erect member, an ordinary-sized rod of flesh with extraordinary hardness. Isolda didn't need to discuss anything to understand Alona's intent in this regard, and the two of them began work on the lucky john, working in unison to bring as much stimulation as humanly possible upon his shaft and balls. When Isolda focused attention on one side of his sensitive member, Alona would lick up and down the other side; when the wanderer sought to engulf his rod, Alona chose to suck gently upon his sack.

Immediately, he was in paradise. "Ohhh... uuuhh, s-shit," he exclaimed with a sigh of bliss, idly placing his hands upon the two girls' heads and running his fingers through their long locks.

It was a quick development. Would he be the sole recipient of the pair's services for the time being, as the others simply watched? While Alona's focus in the task of oral services was impressive, she would break it momentarily to give another suggestion. "The rest of you don't have to wait around, you know... how about some beneath us? And behind us?"

If Isolda mirrored such a sentiment, it wouldn't take long for the others to join. One of the johns positioned himself beneath Alona, and the dark-skinned beauty was quick to straddle him. Another, a shorter and heftier sort, slid himself under Isolda, allowing her to mount him at her leisure. His strong hands couldn't help but to grasp at her sizable breasts, however, and he played with them eagerly, focusing an extra helping of attention upon their hardened tips. He showed a surprised look upon discovering that they actually leaked milk. Certainly, Isolda didn't appear pregnant despite the battle for fertilization occurring within her womb, yet the nourishing substance continued to flow--and the stout individual was all too happy to lap it up.

But while the tickle of his tongue combined with the groping of her fleshy mounds was a pleasant sensation for the aroused wanderer, it certainly wasn't the only one. She could feel her man's noticeable girth as she slid down onto him; he was of just a slightly above average length, but his thickness filled her completely and thoroughly, causing the excess seed that lined her tunnel to go one way or the other. Despite Isolda's fatigue, she would find it easy enough to get moving again if only to feel her newest partner's cock hitting deep and right where she liked it. It was an addicting feeling, one that any normal woman might have had more than enough of by that point. Naturally, the swordswoman was anything but, and the buildup of pleasure in her core was enough to spur her tired muscles on. She had been through far worse in combat, after all, and this was arguably more fun.

Moreso when the fourth and fifth mercenaries decided to join the orgy after seeing the crook of Alona's index finger beckoning them to to do. Each woman had a man to ride, and still had the green-haired one's manhood to share and work their tongues upon... leaving the most obvious opening for both of the insatiable vixens. A somewhat taller man, roughly Isolda's height, took the open spot directly behind her, just off one side of the bed. He wasted little time in undressing his bottom half, then laid his half-erect rod in between the swordswoman's shapely asscheeks. The man began to thrust himself upon the smooth, pale valley, and before long Isolda could feel him getting harder and harder, ready to explore the next hole she wanted so badly to be filled. He tested the orifice first with his thumb, finding it to yield to the digit rather easily thanks to the penetrations it had experienced earlier. Moments later, she would finally receive him, inch after inch of his fully erect glory right in her ass. This one was the biggest she had received in her rear passage by far. Luckily for her, he was content to start slow and work up to a suitable rhythm, making the transition smoother than it could have been.

Before long, with the movement of her own hips, that familiar feeling of two cocks pistoning in and out of her pussy and ass would send ripples of absolute bliss throughout Isolda's frame. It was a feeling she had experienced earlier in the week, with the rather spontaneous tryst involving Renan and Sorio, and now she was getting it again--from two entirely different men. There was a sort of thrill in simply being able to experience the variances, as each man had something different to offer, a certain way of giving her pleasure. Some were better than others, but it wasn't too difficult to find ways to make it good for herself. Although the men were content to move at their own separate rhythms, the act would still leave Isolda free to move her hips as she liked, to favor one or the other if she pleased or simply work both equally.

Alona received similar treatment on her end, with two relatively muscular studs giving her the business and causing her to release muffled moans as her mouth was still full with the green-haired mercenary's cock. Isolda was left to lap away at his dangling balls as the men sandwiching her took out their sexual frustrations upon her other holes. But there were still two perfectly good men left, including the man that she could guess to be the leader of the group. Neither of them seemed keen on waiting, and with a single beckoning motion or set of words from Isolda, they would join in an instant. The wanderer could work her practiced oral skills on whoever she pleased while taking the other in one hand and jerking him off steadily. As her torso was kept properly suspended by the man below her, she could then reach her last free hand over to help fondle the first man's balls, leaving him properly aroused while Alona bobbed up and down on his shaft, the taut ring of her lips giving him more than a suitable substitute for any other orifice. A team effort from both sides, no doubt... and while it was seven on two, it would be difficult for any would-be witnesses to say that the sexy duo of Isolda and Alona were 'losing' despite being outnumbered. If anything, they welcomed as much.

The Voidic beauties' eagerness to meet such a challenge was all too encouraging for their customers, who got their moneys' worth and then some for the fees that were charged. At that point, it wasn't Isolda and Alona's skills that were put on trial--it was that of the mercenaries. And the first one to blow was the first one served, the olive-haired talker that could no longer resist the combination of the courtesan's warm mouth engulfing his rod and the wanderer's soft fingers cradling his sack. Perhaps it was a wonder that he had even held on for as long as he did, but he would do so no longer. Isolda could feel it in her grasp as the orbs retracted just slightly, and he released a loud groan of pleasure.

"Uuuhh... UUUHHHH! OOOHHHHH!! HNNNNN!" grunted the man, his glutes tightening as he jerked his head upwards and delivered his first load directly into Alona's mouth. The tan-skinned temptress wasn't content to take all of him inside, however, and came off him with an audible pop to let the second, third and fourth ropes lay themselves over both her and Isolda's faces.

The wanderer could let off of the man that she was sucking at the time to catch the remnants of first one's load in her mouth, or simply let the warm, thick liquid splatter against her cheeks. She could feel his body stiffening and seizing up in order to deliver its potent essence... but he wasn't the only one. The man beneath her, now fervently thrusting his hips upwards to give Isolda a bucking, wild ride, soon showed signs of impending orgasm as well. Her cunny proved too warm, too slick, and too tight for him to hold off for much longer, and his tightening grip upon her waist said as much without him needing to utter a single word.

Not that he was even capable of them at this point. Only a steadily rising grunt from deep within that escalated into a more honest cry of pleasure. His lips' hold upon one of her nipples loosened so that he could announce the release of his thick, rich spunk. "Uhoohh... uuuuhhhhNNNNNGGHH! HNNN! HNN! HNNNN!" Isolda's womb was the first to taste it as the stout one's climax triggered her own, the feeling of being cummed inside far too much for her nerves to handle at that point without the appropriate response. Given how worked up she had become over the course of the gangbang, it would be difficult for her not to react in such a manner. Once she had gotten into the mood--and she was very much in the mood--orgasms were fairly easy to achieve. Perhaps it was a Voidic blessing, or perhaps it was just the way she was.

And thus her body's natural reactions caused her inner gate to widen and welcome all of her partner's donation deep inside her womb, where it could join the race, or more precisely the battle, to fertilize her prized egg. Of course, this was perhaps far from the original intention of the john, who held on tightly to Isolda's hips as he simply sought to draw out as much pleasure from the experience while she in turn drew out as much of his seed as his body was willing to give. He proved eager to spew out no small amount, having let out far more than the first mercenary to cum did, perhaps because the swordswoman continued to clench upon and ride him throughout her own orgasm. The man beneath Isolda shuddered as she milked him for everything he had left... and then, like clockwork, the one pounding her ass couldn't help but to move faster as well, hammering her deep and fast, threatening to overwhelm her with yet another wave of pleasure just as her first orgasm from this group began to die down.

His rapid panting could be heard from behind her as he pumped away with unmatched fervor , causing Isolda's large breasts to swing back and forth and her rump to ripple with each forceful impact. The slapping sound was almost distracting, but the curvaceous beauty knew that it would come to an end soon with the way he was giving it to her. Still, the tingles of pure bliss it sent through her entire body made the experience of being taken anally far more pleasant than it should have been in theory. She could feel herself on the verge of cumming once more when the taller man, unable to restrain himself any longer, hilted himself deep in her ass and let out a deep sigh, filling her colon with his spunk.

Another thrust and another few spurts of his warmth could be felt deep within her, and this process repeated just two more times before he was fully spent. It left Isolda on the brink of yet another peak, one that she would have to find with another partner, as the two that had been sharing her were now spent. Even if she bucked her hips with all the hunger of a Voidic succubus, the one behind her would soon pull away, unable to take the overload of stimulation upon his softening cock. Meanwhile, the man beneath her would squirm and struggle if she continued to ride him. His shaft remained hard enough for her to do so, but like his cohort he would appear to be unable to continue as far as the will went. In both battle and sex, it seemed she would get the better of these men...

But the last two men, the handsome leader and his somewhat less handsome second, would at least be willing to help Isolda reach the desired peak. The former took first dibs on the woman's freshly used pussy, rolling her over off of the two men and parting her thighs so that he could claim his place between them, preferring to stand while she remained flat on the bed with her legs off the side. He was quick to free his own manhood to prepare himself for entry, only needing to give it a few tugs of his own to get himself ready as the Voidic beauty's flower began to drip portions of the load that it had just received. Such wasn't nearly enough to squick the boss, however, as he soon plunged himself inside without hesitation in an attempt to replace the seed that had been planted inside with his own. As he was no small man in terms of size, Isolda was sure to get there soon with him establishing a brisk early pace, enough so to make it difficult to focus on anything else.

She would have to, though, as the second man took a somewhat aggressive approach to getting his service, straddling her large chest and employing her ample breasts as a makeshift cushion. His balls rested upon her collarbone, he presented his slightly larger than average member to her face. Isolda had the opportunity to take him in of her own accord, but she would find that he was not one to simply let her work. Instead, he began to thrust his hips eagerly, as if in a hurry to spend his load, and his hands wandered to the back of her head, giving the wanderer little choice but to relax and let him fuck her mouth. If Isolda was still in the mood for rough and fast, that was exactly what she would get from these two, with the leader pounding away at her cunt like his life depended on it and his right hand man seeming to want to slam his dick into the back of the half-elf's throat. Even if she found the latter distasteful or less than comfortable, the consistent and steady motions provided by the group's leader would bring Isolda to her much-needed climax in little time at all. It wasn't long before she built up to another. Meanwhile, the other woman on the bed seemed to be getting pretty close, herself...

"Yes... YES! Ah! Mmm~!" came Alona's wanton cries from just beside Isolda. The tan-skinned one was still taking it in both holes from her original two partners, whose stamina held up the entire time. On the other hand, Isolda was able to serve more customers this way, and her newest partners also proved themselves to have comparable endurance. It was hard to say how long these men continued to enjoy her, as the pleasure she received from them proved far more interesting than the time, coming in both smooth peaks and sometimes sharp spikes of bliss, but far more often the latter thanks to their decidedly furious pace.

It was surprising enough that the pair could keep up such a rhythm for so long, but even they had to finish at some point. Isolda's oral skills and her clenching cunny just made it far too difficult to any normal man to hold off any longer. This time in unison she felt the leader's sperm-rich liquid splattering against her inner walls, and his cohort's thick cum shooting into her mouth. It hit the switch for what might very likely be her last orgasm of the evening. As her cervix opened up to receive its last visitors, the battle within Isolda's womb reached its peak. Isolda had made herself available and fertile to anyone willing to release their loads inside of her thirsty depths, and so a veritable free-for-all commenced. Still, it would take several more hours before the winner would be known...

And it was likely the least of Isolda's concerns, as she was too busy soaking up the waves of pleasure, her body shuddering and squirming to handle the orgasms it suffered. The mercenaries gave her just a few more pumps, which was just what she needed to enjoy it to a more relaxing end. Before she knew it, the wild threesome came slowing down towards an inevitable halt.

A glance over would show that Alona had already finished with her men, and was happy to stuff away their payments into a square wooden box beside the bed. "Hey, that's 120. And you! Using her like that costs double of what you're putting on the table," explained Alona, even going so far as to call out one of the men on the other Voidic woman's side.

After Isolda's partners had completely spent themselves, they slowly pulled away from her, one after another, and left their payments on her side of the bed, where quite a few other coins could be seen. Though she would still have to count them after getting cleaned up, there was at least one thousand sitting there, by her estimations--maybe even two.

Once the band of mercenaries took their leave, Alona couldn't help but grin at the one she had talked into giving prostitution a try. "So, did you have fun? You really got into some of those guys," teased Alona. "Don't worry though, most of them are regulars, like Raltas. Not sure about that farmer-looking boy... but I'm sure he'll be back. That is, if you're willing to do this again."

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

Isolda grinned broadly at the reaction produced among the men waiting to enjoy her and Alona, or at least the majority of them. A more professional whore like her darker skinned partner might have avoided the sort of faux pas that she had made by refusing to remain exclusively with the squeamish member of their party, but Isolda wasn't one to contain her brashness to spare the feelings of another, at least not when she was as charged up as she was then. The woman who had convinced her to indulge in this particular venture was quick to salvage the situation, however, and Isolda promptly added to it by slowly licking her lips in a circle starting at the upper right corner.

Climbing onto the bed beside Alona while the man she'd refused clambered in between them, the pale wanderer was no less hungry than the more experienced courtesan in undoing his trousers and laying bare what he had to work with. If anything she was even more eager, as she had yet to really get a chance to indulge more directly with the voidic courtesan with whom she was about to sample this latest batch of clients, and if she were to truly test how her appetite held up there was only one way to do it. The man proved to have a member of more or less average size, nothing particularly special, but from the way the two women launched at it one might have thought that it was a foot long made of ambrosia.

Any leftover disappointment was no doubt cast aside when Isolda joined Alona in lapping at his rock hard staff like a kitten at a saucer of milk, steadily working her tongue across its surface and occasionally pausing to kiss various parts of his stiff rod. Her tongue flicked playfully against Alona's whenever she got the chance, trying to tempt it into a lewd dance beneath the lucky john's manhood that his nerves would no doubt appreciate, but as she found herself given the chance Isolda quickly moved to seal her lips over his tip. The first inch or so vanished at a snail's pace, the wanderer's eyes mostly closed as she unleashed a soft, eager moan and slowly flicked across the rounded tip, but when she'd taken that far after a few seconds or so Isolda simply dove forward, taking in most of the man's rod and lapping at the bottom of it with her tongue.

She began to bob back and forth at a steady clip, leaving a bit of his shaft untouched at first for Alona to lick if she wished but gobbling up that too when she started sucking on the man's sack. Unsurprisingly, the green haired client enjoyed the attention, voicing his approval with a moan, a curse, and an appealing gesture in the form of lacing his fingers through their hair. Of course, as much as she might like sucking cock, especially when she got to share, Isolda wasn't satisfied with only one partner, and when Alona invited the others over she repeated the same in her own way. “Get over here~” she cooed, as much a demand as an invitation, “I want dick!”

The men were quick to move in answer to her lewd request, one of the ruffians sliding beneath her and taking up a position to put his manhood to work in her pussy. She shifted and lifted a leg to let him slide under her more easily, briefly planting a foot on the bed even as she returned to orally stimulating the green haired one. She quickly slipped a hand down to her first partner's rod, stroking it a few times before aligning it so that she could lower her sex down to meet his, and when she felt his tip meeting her petals Isolda lowered her leg again to a more traditional position in which to ride him before simply slamming her hips down. Even though her latest partner was fairly thick, Isolda's sex not only stretched easily to accommodate him but the mixture of her juices and the semen of her previous partners allowed her to take him in to the hilt with ease.

The penetration earned a moan from the pale wanderer, and for a moment her sex simply pulsed rhythmically around the intruding cock, giving the john beneath her ample time to discover the unique property of her heavy bosom as he paid homage to her massive mounds. Oribel had drained much of her supply, but it had had time to build back up without much stimulation to empty them again, so when he took to sucking on one of her pink tips he found her breasts yielding a small mouthful of her mother's milk. Isolda might not have been pregnant – yet – but her body had released the sweet fluid ever since she had had her first encounter with Ulfring all those years ago, and many a partner had enjoyed drinking up her nourishing fluid. This latest one, a man whose name she didn't even know, proved no exception, and as the delightful dual stimulations of her folds being filled and her heavy bosom being drained hit her it prompted Isolda to moan in pleasure around the green haired man's cock.

The pale wanderer's hips only rested a moment once she'd been filled again, her lust rekindled once again by the simple act of penetration, and though she would by necessity start out slow her pace would rapidly pick up pace. By the time the other two mercenaries were moving in to take up positions behind her and Alona, Isolda was rapidly fucking herself on the thick tool belonging to the man below her, even in her fatigued state riding him hard and fast. It was enough to nearly replicate the rhythmic claps that she and Raltas had produced in their first round together, and while he lacked the length to get really deep like the blue haired mercenary had his girth allowed her to make him grind into her most prominent sweet spot, the rough patch resting just beyond her petals, with ease. Her vigorous pace left Isolda moaning around the green haired man's rod, adding the throaty vibrations to the tight suction and the efforts of her tongue to the ways that she was providing enjoyment for him.

The wanderer's pace required some adjustment when the tall soldier took up his spot behind her, however, as she was ready and willing to get him in on the fun. He wasn't ready yet, but when she stopped her rapid bouncing and instead set up a slower but steady grinding motion he took the offered opportunity and squeezed his manhood between her soft cheeks. Covered in sweat and cum, there was ample lubrication to allow her new suitor's manhood to slide comfortably between the soft mounds of her ass, and Isolda gave an encouraging coo after releasing the green haired man's rod from her mouth, letting Alona claim a turn on his shaft while she leaned a little bit further forward to suck on his sack, rolling one of his balls into her mouth with a flick of her tongue and sucking on the soft orb as well.

All too soon he tested her ass with a digit, finding it easily yielding after having had several cocks in it already, and then she felt his erect length testing it again. Though the miner who had claimed that hole when she'd been riding Raltas had been fairly large, this rough mercenary was even bigger, reaching deeper into her ass than any partner she'd had so far and stretching her hole more as well. She didn't often take larger partners in her rear, and usually only took them there when she had multiple partners, but she had craved feeling both of her holes filled one last time and now that she was getting it Isolda let out a lewd mewl around the green haired man's balls.

Releasing him from her oral embrace but bringing up a hand to fondle them instead, and with her mouth free Isolda was able to moan; “Ooooohh yes! Come on... Nnnn... Give it to me! Fuck me!” She pushed her hips up and down, first against one man and then against the other, but her real goal was to get them to move on their own. She turned to look back at the one fucking her ass, ready to give him a demanding look and order him to take her hard, but then she spotted the leader of the rough looking band and one more who were going without being entertained. She couldn't have that! Not when she had one hole left to be filled, and so she grinned at the two men even as her hips continued to gyrate back and forth between her two partners. “Mmph.... Would one of you.... Uhn... Fine gentlemen kindly give me a cock to suck on? Please~” she asked melodramatically, and even as humorous as her request might seem in the moment it was likely an offer that the two would take.

And that was an opportunity that she happily took advantage of, kissing both of their helmets in turn, briefly sucking on the one and then moving to the other in order to roll her tongue over the sensitive dome of flesh. Leaving one hand on the bed to hold up her increasingly shaky body, Isolda switched back and forth between the two men regularly as she began to lick as much of their cocks as she could reach. After a few moments she took one of them in and started to bob, but her mouth shifted back and forth regularly enough to ensure that neither of them were left alone long enough to wilt while the pale wanderer reveled in the sensation of having every hole filled at once.

Of course, even though she was now paying very little attention to him besides delicately handling his scrotum and the orbs contained within, the green haired man's stamina had been the first to start being depleted, and thus he was the first to finish. Alona took the first bit of his load into her mouth, and Isolda felt his balls tense just before he did, but she had expected the courtesan to just take all of it and perhaps share some when she was finished. That was not how things turned out, however, as Alona popped off of him to let his load fall across their faces. Isolda was quick to react upon feeling a rope land across her cheek, quickly turning in order to catch the last few ropes on her tongue. Moaning with pleasure at the all too familiar flavor of cum as it filled her mouth, she briefly leaned forward to suck on the first few inches of his cock to suck out the last few dregs of his release.

Then she felt the man beneath her tightening his hold on her hips and starting to thrust desperately, however, and she popped off of the green man's cock and let out an even louder groan. Swallowing what she' caught in her mouth, Isolda would look down at the mercenary beneath her directly. “Give it to me! Nnnn, ooohhh.... Come on... Give me... Cum for me! Mmmm... Ooohhh... Yeah... Cum in my pussy! Ooohhhhh yes! Yes yes yes!! Cum!!!” she moaned in encouragement as she felt him getting closer and closer, her own peak impending and waiting for the trigger of feeling him adding his fresh donation to the mess of warm cum already swirling around in her womb. Her peak came the moment she felt him spurting inside of her, her inner walls tightening and starting to spasm rhythmically to milk as much of his seed as possible from his throbbing tool, ecstasy flooding her system as she shut her eyes and violently shuddered on top of him. Her cervix dilated and dipped downwards repeatedly once more, welcoming his load into her fertile depths where his sperm joined the massive battle over her still unclaimed egg, but to Isolda it was all about feeling more of that wonderful warmth inside of her, filling her like she'd never been filled before, and the sheer ecstasy of her own orgasm milking more of it into her depths.

She came down from her peak a few moments later, and the man beneath her went slightly limp, but the man who'd taken her ass was still going, and going faster and harder than ever. Her orgasmic moans turned into more normal ones, and now she did turn back upon him and give him a needy look. “Oooooohhhh yes!!! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!” she groaned lewdly, her cries becoming steadily higher and faster as he roughly rammed her ass with his long, thick rod. It was bigger than she usually liked in that hole, but as he shoved his length against the sweet spot in her lower hole the bliss flooding her kept Isolda singing his praises even though the one in her pussy had already spent himself.

She got so close from just the constant filling of her ass, and over the next few moments she regularly delivered demands that he take her harder even though her breasts were already shaking and her ass was jiggling pleasantly as a result of his rapid pounding, but his stamina on its own proved insufficient for her to find the peak she'd been heading for. If he'd last only a few more moments she knew she would have cum as well, but even as frustrating as that was in some ways Isolda still let out a throatier moan as he felt his cum being poured deep within her ass. He gave a few more thrusts to ensure that her ass worked every drop out of him, the pleasure offered by each just enough that she might be able to cum if only he continued, but he stopped just short again. What was worse, he repeated it twice more before finally being spent, leaving her tantalizingly on the edge of cumming, and for a moment she bucked back and forth between them in an effort to get the rest of the way. Both quickly tried to pull away, however, and that left Isolda on edge and with no real stimulation.

Fortunately, Alona was still distracted and she had two more men waiting in the wings to satisfy her need, and when the leader pushed Isolda to flip over he found the ivory skinned half-elf completely compliant when she realized his intentions. Her long legs spread apart, revealing her oozing cunny which by that point had practically been fucked until it was red instead of pink, but she planted a heel behind his hip and drew the lead ruffian in while propping herself up on her elbows. He needed little encouragement, and in a few moments he had shoved himself into her folds to the hilt and started pounding into her with the clear intent of replacing her most recent cream filling with his own sperm donation.

He wasn't the only one intent on enjoying her, however, and Isolda quickly found the next man straddling her. She misinterpreted his intentions, thinking he wanted to slide his cock between her breasts, but when he placed his fairly large cock in front of her face Isolda simply opened her mouth and welcomed him in with a lashing of her tongue. Everyone else so far had let her work at her own pace, but this one proved to be of a more demanding sort, and once his cock was in her mouth he surprised her again by thrusting in as deep as he could go, grabbing the back of her head, and simply starting to fuck her mouth hard and fast. It came as a complete shock, few of her former partners having ever been so bold with her, but with no apparent shame this man saw fit to use her mouth as nothing more than an orifice for his pleasure.

Despite how ready for this sort of fucking she'd been, Isolda was actually distracted briefly from the pleasure of having her pussy taken in the same manner. Her eyes narrowed even as her cheeks dimpled, her tongue still moving to writhe against his underside while she kept her teeth well away from his rod. The wanderer managed to give the man fucking her mouth a scathing glare even as she lightly moved her mouth back and forth, both sucking him off and gazing up at him defiantly at once. Only a few moments later her angry gaze was broken, however, when the man's leader made Isolda cum on his dick without her even realizing that he'd been pushing her closer and closer by the second, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head and her cheeks dimpling inwards as she began to suck harder than ever.

Her hips quivered and her pussy spasmed even as her muffled moan left her throat vibrating around the second in command's rod, her entire body shuddering once more as waves of pleasure crashed through her body, her latest climax lasting for about half a minute after which she was perfectly into the act. It wasn't like she even needed to do anything, so she simply let herself be a relatively inactive partner for once while reveling in having her tight folds pounded into one last time. A few minutes later, her sex got its last load for the night, prompting her to suffer one last orgasm in turn so that her folds could milk out the latest and last contender for the one who would get a child on her. She almost choked as the man who had fucked her mouth came as well only a few seconds later, her moan choked off as she desperately began to swallow the semen that he was pouring in copious amounts down her throat. She let out a gasp once he pulled out, coughing up a bit of cum onto her lips only to flick her tongue out and lick it off, swallowing it down with the rest while panting for breath. Were she in a more normal state of mind, Isolda might have appreciated Alona's comment on her behalf once the encounter was over, but for now the wanderer simply basked in her afterglow while the men paid out what they owed for her services.

With the last load of the night finally poured into her womb, it was up to the sperm released by her numerous suitors to decide who would finally lay claim to her prized egg. Legions of the tiny wriggling cells squirmed against one another in a mindless bid to fulfill their purpose, with most never even coming near to their target. Several competitors who had been allowed to release inside of her didn't even get an opportunity to reach that deep, but among those whose seed had found their fertile target it would still be some time before a winner was decided. The ultimate victor did squiggle its way through the mass surrounding her egg just then, however, and after knocking a competitor's leading bid for fatherhood aside it found the most important point, the spot that no other sperm had yet found; her egg's receptor. Already it dipped inside slightly as it fit into its proper place, and in a few hours time it would break through the cell's wall and claim the right to be the father of her child, the winner's genes joining with Isolda's own unusual genetic makeup sometime well into the night when she would no doubt be already asleep, setting off a set of changes in her body chemistry that she would only begin to feel the full effects of come the morning.

For now, however, the last of her voidic lust finally caused her to start moving again, and though she briefly glanced at the pile of coins waiting for her Isolda quickly diverted her attention back to Alona as the beautiful courtesan questioned whether or not she'd had fun. Rolling over onto her belly and slowly getting her knees and hands under her, a task that took far more energy than it normally would have, and in a lewd purr the pale wanderer replied; “Fun? Well... I might have.... I'm not sure~” The wanderer gave a brief pause before simply lunging forward, pushing Alona down onto her back by her shoulders and pressing lips still partially covered in cum to that of the other woman who had shared in her latest sexual experience.

Isolda wasted no time on foreplay. Her tongue hungrily explored the other woman's mouth, and she maneuvered to press her bust against Alona's equally impressive chest, pancaking their heavy orbs together, while one hand drifted from the courtesan's shoulder down between her legs. Two fingers deftly slipped into Alona's folds and began to vigorously pump into the well used orifice, squirming to find her sweet spots but otherwise going through the most basic and simplistic motions at as rapid a pace as her tired limbs could manage in order to jill Alona off. Should the courtesan respond in kind, she would find Isolda all too willing to moan ecstatically into her mouth while they toyed with one another, and from there she would happily race with Alona to see who could get the other off first.

She would only release the courtesan if she struggled very firmly in refusal to her advance, something that Isolda hardly expected, or when Alona had cum on her fingers. Whether Isolda had won or lost that contest, she would withdrew her fingers only to bring them to her mouth and lick them clean, and then she would purr; “I think I had fun.... Lots of fun! As to whether or not I'll do it again.... Well, we'll see. Not tomorrow, I don't think, but maybe~” Then she leaned away from Alona, sitting back on her heels, and said; “For now though, we ought to get cleaned up~ The wanderer grinned, "we can start that off with tongues if you want, but we ought to hurry and get out of here. Nottis will be waiting, and I want to see if I can catch Raltas and that farm boy before they leave~” A mischievous gleam appeared in Isolda's eye, and inwardly she still intended to snipe the vigorous and well endowed mercenary from among Alona's clients for her own use for however long she remained in Havenport. He had been a great fuck and she loved his size, but he hadn't been the only man of such quality she'd lain with that night, and the idea of training the young farm hand to pleasure her was an intriguing idea. It wouldn't be the first time she'd been one of a man's firsts, and she had a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn't refuse the idea of fucking her again, especially if it was free of charge.

 

[Takimaru]

Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

Isolda's sexually assertive reply was first met with a look of surprise by Alona... for all of a second, and she could soon tell that the cause of such an expression was less that the wanderer still possessed a lingering amount of libido and more that she had the energy to act on it after the massive gangbang. But despite the courtesan's initial reaction to the kiss, she ultimately proved herself far from shy at all in the act of returning it in kind, eagerly sharing the remnants of the many loads she had swallowed by swapping the mixture of unique flavors with the pale-skinned vixen.

"Mmmpf... hahh, oooh~" cooed the woman loudly beneath their shared kiss as she parted her thighs enough for Isolda to get sufficient access. Between her legs, the swordswoman would find a wet, slippery set of folds with a gently trickling stream of thicker, milkier fluid, no doubt leaking from the tanned one's full womb. Still, Alona was far from ashamed of her physical state. If anything, she seemed proud of such an accomplishment, and would entertain Isolda by returning the favor, dipping the pad of her middle finger in between her partner's swollen folds several times before venturing inside.

A portion of the cum cocktail that Isolda had received, no doubt full of the losers of the sperm war, trickled and pooled up in Alona's palm as she worked. But the lewd display, which might have stopped some of the wanderer's previous female partners, didn't stop this woman from proceeding to pick up her speed, causing a lewd squelching sound to result from her manual services. Many that Isolda had in the past could get a little too rough for proper comfort, or miss the right spots, or prove themselves just a little too timid with their ministrations. Not Alona; her expert touch, combined with what was undoubtedly a genuine love for sex and things related, made it easy for Isolda to get there at a steady pace.

But it wasn't as if her own work on Alona wouldn't bear fruit. The tanned beauty wasn't ashamed to let her pleasure be known through steady yet shameless moans and sighs, making no attempt to stifle her reactions while at the same time not going out of her way to be dramatic. Her cries of bliss were honest; it really wasn't that difficult to please her despite the courtesan's vast experience, though the sexually-charged mood still hanging thick in the air might have contributed to such. Isolda found herself with a partner that was all too willing to race her, but if her goal was to get Alona off before her, she would find not victory... nor defeat, as the busty courtesan bit her lower lip and shuddered hard at the same time.

"Nnnnh... mm, ah, ooooohh, yes! Hauhhn! Ahhnn~!" she cried out, twitching and writhing as she soaked Isolda's hand in her juices, which in turn would trickle down and mix with the pool of leftover seed in her palm. Yet for as intense as her climax appeared to be, it wouldn't be enough to make her stop her own rapid pumps in and out of the other woman's cunny, her fingertips leaving no part of note untouched as she let the white-haired one ride out an equally pleasurable orgasm. By the time both of them were completely spent, they were panting and covered in sweat, saliva and of course, cum.

"Mmmm... good to know you had as much fun as I did. It's quite nice to meet someone who has the same appetite for the important things in life. You even handled Adan and Eladio at the same time! Though, not tomorrow, hmm? Fufu, I wouldn't dream of pushing you that hard just yet. Unless I really felt like annoying Nottis," cooed Alona as they lay on the bed to catch their breaths and let their tired muscles cool for a moment or two.

"If I know Raltas, he's probably taken off to the nearest inn already. Though I'm sure you'll see him again, if you come back. As for that farm boy, I haven't the slightest idea of whether he's still down there or not. He was new, as were the mercenaries, but it tickles me to see how many men are willing to participate in such debauchery. I'm sure a cleric of Erion would weep at such a sight! But you know, I've never had the chance to corrupt one of those just yet..."

While the thought of heading back to the hideout didn't look particularly appealing to her given the face she made, she wouldn't reject Isolda's proposal, begrudgingly mustering the strength to stand and testing her wobbly legs as she did so. "Fine, fine... I'll just use the wash basin for the time being. There is a bath there that I can use later, after all." Taking a rag and soaking it in the bucket, she gave herself a brisk rubdown before moving to her wardrobe and taking a moment to select her attire for the evening. If Isolda finished quicker, she would indeed find Raltas to have disappeared... but the farmboy was still there, on his way out the door.

"Uh... h-hi. My name's Lenwill," said the youth, placing a hand behind his head and unable to hide the blush that formed when he set eyes upon the rather tall wanderer in full attire. "I work on Glendehn's farm, just outside of Havenport, but uh, we're not really allowed any visitors, so if you're here, I'll be sure to come back for you," he explained. "I don't get to come to Havenport very often, but thanks for making it... for making it really nice for me."

After Isolda responded and bid him farewell, Alona would descend the staircase in a fashionable fur coat. The faint outline of her armament of choice, an arming sword of sorts, could be made out from underneath, though perhaps only by Isolda's trained eye. The pair would then make their way back to the warehouse where the other Voidics awaited.

"Hey! Ooh, you got her!" exclaimed Eira, who was first to open the door for them. The Void Rabbit grinned and hurried into the meeting room from before, where Nottis was waiting.

"Nice of you to join us," said Nottis. "I'd ask what took so long, but I'd like to think I know you well enough by now," he then added, directing the statement at Alona, who couldn't help but to roll her eyes. "I could only hope that you didn't include our most recent guest in such activities."

"Maybe I did," said the tan-skinned beauty teasingly, the growing hint of a smirk upon her visage having appeared for the first time since she left the Silver Quarters. Isolda was free to add onto it, if she wanted, or simply to stay quiet and watch the dialogue unfold between the two rather estranged... lovers?

Nottis' gaze shifted to Isolda for a moment and then back. "Though if I might ask, where is Oribel?"

"Oh, she left, due to jealousy problems. Reminds me of someone I know..."

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

Isolda was rightfully pleased at her handiwork, and at Alona's return of her attention. The pale wanderer eagerly moaned right along with the busty courtesan both during their build up and through its glorious climax, her inner walls rhythmically squeezing down on Alona's fingers as if they had another load of cum to give her. Once they were finished, she would offer a lewd cleaning of her fingers before Alona's eyes. After that, it was time to deal with the coin she'd made, and upon eying the pile she asked; "How much exactly did I make?"

The remark about Raltas made Isolda pout slightly, but then she shrugged. "Fair enough," she replied simply, and as they cleaned she figured it was as good a time as any to ask after the leader of the Black Hepta following Alona's mentioning of him. Joining Alona at the wash basin in order to clean the mess from her body, Isolda asked in a conversationally curious tone; "Speaking of Nottis... I've heard you've had a turn~ He any good? How big is he?" It was fairly obvious what she was asking about, and somehow she doubted that Alona was the shy type in such matters, but once she had answered in whatever way she pleased and Isolda had made any necessary reaction to such she continued; "How about the other big one..... Culdan?" She had never lain with an orc, and the man's armor and what little she knew of his history at least suggested that he would have ample vigor, but if Alona had more to reveal on the subject she would gladly hear of it.

When they went back downstairs after Isolda had cleaned up suitably and collected the various pieces of her gear, Raltas was indeed nowhere to be found. The young farmhand was around, however, just walking out the door, and Isolda merrily followed him and proceeded to corner him. "Hi there!" she said, her face at least mostly clean of all the semen that had been spilled upon it while her figure, once fully exposed for his viewing pleasure, was now covered in armor and clothes while bristling with a small arsenal of weapons. "Have we met somewhere before?" she asked jokingly, "I can swear we have..... You know, we ought to take our clothes off together sometime... I never forget a good lay~ Got a name I can remember you by? His opening explanation and thanks simply made her roll her eyes and smirk, and she replied; "I don't know about here... But I'll merrily give you plenty more good times! Even if I have to indulge in a little.... Rule breaking to do it~"

She let the implication settle before turning to find Alona coming down the stairs. While making one shirk their responsibilities to slake their lust for her was hardly her main goal in life, there was a certain appeal to it that left Isolda generally not regretting it all that much, even in cases like with Ciran where it resulted in all kinds of trouble. "Think on it" she said simply before moving to join the courtesan, noting her armament beneath her fur coat. It was a gaudy garment in her mind, unnecessarily heavy and restricting, but it wasn't like they were going into a fight, and even if she couldn't appreciate the aesthetic when she had once worn furs out of necessity she wasn't one to judge someone else based on fashion choices. Her own legs were a little wobbly, but even as tested as her physical stamina had been by the long line of sexual partners she had enjoyed beside the courtesan her voidic stamina left her able to recover quickly from that favored form of exertion.

There was no real reason to rush, however, and there was one more thing she wanted to take care of. "Hold a moment.... I need one of those potions," she said when Alona made to leave, "don't want to be carrying the cost of tonight for the next year~" Once that was taken care of and she had quaffed the unpleasant tasting substance that would ensure she didn't become pregnant, Isolda would spend a moment to reminisce that the last time she'd had one of these, she had fed the shards of the bottle to a Black Hepta minion... Axodd or something along those lines. She glanced around with a frown in search of Oribel once they were outside, but found no sign of the orange haired felvari. She must have run off, and Isolda suspected that she would be angry after what she had just pulled, but hopefully nothing too severe would come of it.

"So... How'd you end up here?" Isolda asked curiously on the way to the warehouse where the rest of the Black Hepta waited, "it's not like people like us are easy to find. It seems odd to me that so many with the blood ended up coming together in Havenport."

Whether or not Alona proved compliant in slating her curiosity, they would arrive at the warehouse hideout without incident, and Eira would greet them. She still wasn't really sure how she felt about the strange.... Man? That was the oddest part about it, but it wasn't like that sort of thing was entirely unheard of even if she had never dealt with it before. She opted to reserve judgement on Eira for later, however, and allowed herself to be led to the meeting room without saying anything. Once there, however, she watched the exchange between Nottis and Alona with a veiled smirk. So Nottis was the jealous type, it seemed? That was interesting.... And already she was pondering how to use that for more mischief, but now was probably not the time for it. She would allow the conversation to play out how it would, though if the two bantered for too long she would glance around in search of the orc and move to take a seat next to him, assuming there were chairs and a table to sit around of course.

 

[Takimaru]

Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

"Mmm, well, for your earnings, the Quarters does take a share--it's only fair, isn't it? Otherwise you'd have spent close to an entire day combing the city for such willing gentlemen," cooed Alona, looking all too pleased with herself. "It's also part of why I ply my trade here. Much more comfy to have them come to me, and never far from a washcloth when things get really messy," she went on to explain, before divvying up the piles of various coins. "And much safer. Some parts of town, you can get in real trouble if they find that you're Voidic... or half-Elvish, even. But here, most of the guys are far too horny to care! They know what they're coming in for, fufu. Also why I love it here. Girls at the Silver Quarters have a reputation for diversity, and so I've hardly had a problem fitting in. Neither would you, if you wanted to become a permanent fixture."

"So let's see... my, you took quite a bit, didn't you? In total, you made about 1,800 gold--or 2200 rezetas, 2000 ronds, or 1900 nachts, whichever you prefer. But after the Quarters' share, we give you back 900 gold total. Not too shabby for a 'first-timer', hmm~? It might seem like a big cut, but where else are you going to make that much in one night? Even killing people isn't this lucrative sometimes. And it's far less fun."

Quickly counting out the proper amount, which was piled up in assorted coins from various nations, Alona placed them into a sack the size of a small head and granted Isolda her proper earnings. "So that's yours. Don't spend it all in one place!" she teased.

But for as open as Alona was in the way of more risque topics, the matter of Nottis caused her expression to flatten a little. She huffed. "I'd be lying if I said he wasn't good," she admitted begrudgingly. "It's to be expected of anyone with proper and 'noble' Voidic lineage, as he calls it. But be careful with him. Both him and Culdan are big enough, that's for sure, but it's not their sizes you should worry about. Nottis is rather possessive, and if he sees you the way I know he would, he'd love nothing more than to put a child in you. Someone like you who hasn't learned of all the ways to control your body yet would be prime pickings. Speaking of, our lineage can't be that different, as you're certainly no orc and no Felvari or Void Rabbit. If it's getting knocked up you're worried about, I'd be glad to train you in that form of control sometime, if you stop by more often..." Her voice was as enticing as ever. It was no secret that she found a new friend in a woman like Isolda who was just as lustful, with her shameless offers for a slot in the Silver Quarters seemingly ever present.

"But for now, here, take this." Digging through her cabinet, she tossed Isolda a small vial filled with familiar-looking fluid. The potion would no doubt be enough to stop her from properly conceiving, and so it didn't take long for the wanderer to quaff it.

The two of them found an opportunity to share some stories on the walk to the warehouse. "That's all too true--I don't meet girls like you every day! But this is Havenport, for you... people of every kind come here. I originally came here from the east. From Deun. Sent off by the ones who I thought were my parents after I accidentally put a handsome young man into a coma; perhaps you can imagine why? Young and stupid, I was, and I didn't know a thing about my true nature, or who my real father was. All I knew was that I liked sex, no, loved it... but those encounters with normal men never lasted long, as much as I loved them. I hadn't the slightest of how to control myself, until I met Nottis. He taught me... well, a lot," she replied.

"But for as protective and as caring as he was, I eventually realized that he cared more for my Voidic nature than for me, as a person, as a woman. He met a few others like us, and developed these... ambitions. It was then that I started distancing myself from him, a little at a time, but steadily enough. I just didn't 'get' him. Especially as there were just so many other men, human men, far more simple in their needs and honest in their desires. To someone like Nottis, they're a waste of talent, people without vision... but I can't help but appreciate that kind of simplicity in a man. Food, drink, sleep, sex--what else is there to have in life? Politics are far beyond my concern."

Before long, they had closed in on their destination. "Oops... I might have said too much! But if you get anything out of that, just be careful, hmm?" she warned before the two entered the warehouse proper.

Perhaps as expected, Nottis and Alona engaged in a brief, sharp exchange before the latter retreated off to a room by herself.

"If this is a false alarm, I'm headed back after sunrise," huffed Alona.

In the interim, Isolda had found a spot next to Culdan on a couch, and the orc wasted little time scanning her with his gaze alone. He wasn't much for words, and his curious looks seemed to linger somewhere in between suspicion and genuine interest.

Nottis then approached the two, seemingly unsurprised by Culdan's insistence on sizing the white-haired beauty up. He gave Isolda a direct look. "I see you've made something of a new friend, but be careful--she tends to embellish the truth a bit. At any rate, despite your earlier declaration... I'd recommend staying here for the night. There are forces at work that might make you think twice about turning your blade on us in particular. You can use any room you like," said the leader of the Hepta.

Spoiler

Isolda acquired 900 gold.

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

".....Wow!" Even after the cut taken by the brothel, that was a massive amount of money. Her annoyance at so much of her earnings going to the house was quick to fade after the massive sum of varied sorts of coin had been piled in front of her, and with a shrug she said; "I don't have any preference for currencies, a mix works as well as anything else considering how much I travel." She could only roll her eyes belatedly at the remark about Alona's career path being more lucrative than killing - she'd made nearly as much on her own from her slaughters over the last few days, and that had been purely from looting. "Eheheh, I'll try not to~" she replied, wondering if she even could spend that much money all at once.

The subject's turn to Alona's compatriots in the Black Hepta proved something of a surprise, though the more she spoke the less shocking her comments about Nottis became. The mental picture she'd been building of the leader of the odd group was growing clearer, and she offered a slight grimace at her warning of what he might try if given the chance. Isolda had met men like him before, men who sought to own a woman through getting a child on her, and some had even tried to do the same to her. None had had the physical appeal of Nottis, however, and while the initial thought might repulse her the wanderer's body was in its prime, ready to breed.... If the right moment came to pass, she might not even say no to the idea, though that would require that she actually give in to his advances in the first place.

"Thanks for the warning," Isolda responded in a significantly less playful tone, "he did seem like he might be that sort of man. Is Culdan cut from the same cloth?" The offer to teach her the strange method that left Alona free of the need for outside birth control was more intriguing, and Isolda quirked an eyebrow at the offer. "You can teach people that?" she asked curiously, though then she shrugged, "your guess is probably better than mine regarding my lineage. As far as I know, my father never revealed the full truth of his parentage to my mother. Even if he did, I was never privy to it."

She tossed down the potion without a second thought, figuring she might as well have done with it then and there so she wouldn't have to carry it around.

On the way to the warehouse, they had some time to talk, and Isolda listened without interrupting Alona. "I'll watch out for myself~" she promised as they neared their destination, "I can't say that I disagree with you either. It's really not in my interests to try and change things in any one place."

Once inside, Isolda would watch the exchange from her seat next to Culdan with an amused smirk before, eventually, Alona took her leave of the conversation. Then Nottis turned to her, and she could only maintain her smirk. "But don't we all?" she replied at his appraisal of Alona, but then she became a bit more serious with the subject change. "Yes, and speaking of... What exactly do you know about that? Before I decide where I'm staying for the night, I'd like to know if I actually have an actual reason to give up the hotel room I paid for in exchange for a bed in a warehouse." She flicked a lock of ivory hair away from the side of her face with her index finger, "what exactly do you expect from those people Oribel told you were on their way to Havenport? Have you learned anything else while I was out retrieving Alona, or did you know anything you didn't have time to mention?"

 

[Takimaru]

Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

"Culdan? No, he's... far more simple. If I must be brutally honest, I'll say that there isn't too much going on up there in that orcish head of his, for better or for worse. He's a good fighter and he doesn't make things complicated by asking questions or worrying about fairness--that's good enough for Nottis. He'd be a fine minion, but only the strongest earn his lasting respect. Hence why he's at the warehouse, and not working as a bouncer for me at the Quarters," explained Alona.

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"Yes," responded Nottis with a decidedly impressed look at Isolda's quip regarding the embellishment of truth. "Just some more than others."

"And no, we haven't learned anything new outside of what you have already heard, but there are a few details that I would like to inform you about regarding my personal suspicions. I called even Alona back for a reason. The last group of 'crusaders' to seek our extermination... weren't so lucky. But they were strong nonetheless, if only due to their use of Cosmic magic. You're familiar with the feel, aren't you? It produces a far from pleasant sensation, even when radiated from someone who is otherwise a complete weakling. Given what I learned of the last group, we've reason to believe that the next headed this way is from the capital of Elynsor itself, likely seeking to avenge their fallen comrades. An order of knights, specialists in handling those of our blood. Even Culdan has a scar that lingers from the last battle--and his defense isn't a simple one to bypass in direct combat."

The orc appeared less than enthusiastic about the topic, and shifted his gaze elsewhere. "I won't make the same mistake twice," he grumbled.

"So there you have it," said Nottis, refocusing his attention to the wanderer. "You're quite strong, I realize as much... but hardly enough to handle me, let alone an entire order of specialized paladins. Still, I'd much rather have you as an ally, despite your habits. So don't worry about your room at the Toleren Suites--I can have that paid for with my... connections. If they're here by the morn, we can get to cleaning this problem up sooner rather than later, anyway." Exactly how he knew of the name of the hotel that Isolda and Oribel stayed at was rather curious in and of itself, but he didn't seem keen to elaborate despite his somewhat long-winded explanation.

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

The two explanations that she heard from the two voidic individuals vying for her ear would go by with little comment from the pale wanderer. Alona's response about Culdan would earn a nod but no further questions, the simplicity of the orc in some ways refreshing compared to what many of the other members of the group were turning out to be like. After she and the courtesan had parted, leaving Isolda alone with the rest of the Hepta after Alona walked off in a huff, Isolda would frown serenely throughout. She hadn't been exposed to cosmic magic much, and never in battle, but she could guess at how much of a problem the nausea and weakness that such sorcery caused might be.

His revelation that he knew which hotel she and Oribel had stayed at caused her to scowl a bit more darkly for a moment, the arrogant assumption of his superiority having not been the best leadup to it, but then she simply shrugged and said; "So you had Rill follow us then." Standing up again with her look returning to its minor scowl, Isolda continued; "Fine, I'll humor you. Let me pick out a room after I take a look around on my own... And if you have someplace that I could take a bath it would be greatly appreciated." If left to her own devices as she'd requested, Isolda would give herself a methodical tour of the Hepta's warehouse, seeing what she had to choose from regarding accommodations and looking for someplace where she could clean herself up more thoroughly. If Nottis insisted on showing her around, however, she would grudgingly let him guide her around, or anyone he put to the task if he delegated it to someone else.

 

[Takimaru]

Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

Nottis made no attempt to cover his tracks with Isolda's mention of Rill being put to spy duty. "Naturally. Can you blame me for having vested interest in potential Voidic assets? While you might not approve of the trades that some of my associates participate in, I'd much rather watch for your safety than those of some human. And of course, for Oribel's as well... which is what troubles me. Luckily, she's smart enough to avoid unnecessary conflict, especially with foes as formidable as those likely headed here to Havenport as we speak. In the meanwhile, allow me to show you our rooms. It's not quite as... rough in here as the exterior of the warehouse, I assure you." He couldn't help but smirk a little at her mention of a bath. "I'm sure. Turns out you and Alona are more alike than I thought." Seeing as Isolda appeared quite intent on checking the place out for herself, Nottis left her be, but not without a reminder: "I'd recommend sticking to the rooms down the western hallway."

As promised, the rooms were certainly more impressive inside than the exterior of the building would have one believe. Isolda would first pass by a lavish, luxurious room with marble flooring and a large, four-post bed lined with satin, its overall appearance similar to the suite she had rented at the Toleren. A large metal tub, enough to fit even her tall frame, sat to one end. Then, she would pass by a somewhat more primitive chamber, strewn with animal furs and hides, not unlike the interior of some cabins she had visited in Grem. In it was a large, wooden barrel suited for bathing. There were others; a comfortable yet dark room that had little more than a single candle providing any light, a library or study of sorts with only a couch and desk as furniture, a dining area of sorts, and even a more modest series of bedrooms that could have passed as the guest rooms of a tavern. There was also a larger rectangular pool that could serve quite well as a bathing area in itself, but it would no doubt offer much less in the way of privacy. Isolda had the feeling that there were more areas than just this one, but in terms of amenities, this row had more than enough.

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

To her surprise, Nottis simply admitted to having Rill follow her and Oribel out. That was refreshing, though marred by her annoyance at having been followed, and it did reveal that Oribel's senses weren't as reliable for discovering Rill as the felvari had stated they were. 'I'm going to find that man following me about incredibly annoying,' Isolda thought with her flat frown still directed at Nottis, though once he had finished his explanation and given her permission to take a look around she would reply; "Why? Something you don't want me to see?" Despite the scathing nature of her words, Isolda's tone was more dry than accusatory. Still, whether she went for a more detailed tour of the converted warehouse or not would depend on Nottis' response, and if he seemed inclined to allow it she would lead herself through the whole of the warehouse, not looking at anything in detail unless it really caught her attention.

Either way, eventually she would find herself in the west wing, looking through the rooms along the way. The first room she passed almost obviously belonged to Nottis given how lavishly it was decorated, and after examining it for a moment and pondering using his bath she simply went on. While she did enjoy teasing the leader of the Hepta, she wasn't sure that he could contain himself if he walked in on her naked in his bedroom, and she would rather not have to test herself naked and unarmed against the man. The next room was simpler, and after a moment she decided that it probably belonged to Culdan. Each of the following seemed to suit one of the Hepta or another, one she guessed belonged to Rill sporting a single candle for light and seemingly little else. 'Scatter a few liquor bottles around and mess things up a bit and it'd be like every other two bit killer who tried to play the "dark" angle. At least he's tidier than most,' she thought dryly to herself, trying to take the edge off of the eery assassin's presence by relating him to the sort of man that she was more familiar with.

In truth, she was in unfamiliar territory here. Isolda had been in many places, had fought all sorts, had met so many people that she probably couldn't remember half of their names if her life depended on it. She had thought herself experienced, but here, even after so many years of travel, she was in a situation where she truly couldn't accurately predict what was going to happen next. Nottis and his group were, like her, fundamentally difficult to predict from a more human standpoint. Even the few elves that she'd met had been relatively easy to read, their goals in life simplistic and understandable, but here she was confronted for the first time in a while with people who sought more than subsistence and survival, and unlike those few who had met such a description in the past they might see her as more than some simple mercenary, someone to be used and then discarded. It was all very confusing, but in a way it was refreshing even if her instincts were telling her to simply get out before she got too involved in their struggles.

Sighing, Isolda continued down the hall, passing but finding little to remark about Eira's quarters before moving on to the guest rooms. She didn't spot Alona in any of them, and thought back to which direction the voidic courtesan had gone. Had she come here, or gone to the East wing? Regardless, she would pick the room closest to the bathing chamber and put most of her things down. She probably didn't need to be worried about thieves here, at least, so she left the majority of her now extensive collection of arms in the room. She ought to see about giving them some care later, but that could wait for tomorrow, and after divesting most of her gear and tracking down a towel Isolda went to the pool with her favored sword in its sheath over her back and the towel wrapped around her for decency's sake.... Which, considering her height and the bulk of her assets, probably wasn't much.

Unless she found it occupied or met someone else along the way to distract her, Isolda would leave her sheathed blade on the edge of the pool, as far from the door as possible, fold the towel beside it to cover the guard, and then slipped into the water with a soft sigh. If it was warm, all the better, but at that point a cool bath would do her just as much good, and so she began to scrub the leftovers of her fun with Alona away as meticulously as possible. Dried cum, sweat, and oil were washed from every part of her body in short order, and as Isolda slid her hands down over her chest one last time, letting her fingers slip across her hardened nipples one by one, flickers of pleasure sparked through her body. Despite all she'd been through over the last day, the wanderer realized that she was still somehow horny.

A frustrated moan burst from her mouth as her hands stopped and squeezed, the pressure on her bosom producing a small squirt of her milk to issue from her hardened tips. Even though she had already taken the potion that would terminate it, the wanderer's pregnancy was still taking full root, the fertilized egg attaching itself to her womb, the cells dividing while her body went through an all too familiar change. It was all going much faster than it would have been for a pure human or elf of course, but her voidic blood advanced the initial process and made her body prepare to bear a child. The first part of that process for her had been a source of much pleasure for her partners back when she had been with her mentor Ulfring, the milk she released a result of the lingering changes when his seed had briefly taken hold from the first and only time he had filled her with it, and even though Oribel had drained her reserves to their limit her glands were now working overtime to ensure that her child would have an ample supply of her mother's milk. Already her breasts were swelling, and even though she had ensured that she wouldn't carry the child she'd been seeded with by one of her many partners to term, those changes would still progress, and maybe even linger like her older ones had.

Her hands shifted until they cupped her breasts from underneath, her thumb and index fingers pinching her sensitive tips while her other fingers applied a soft squeeze. Pleasure pulsed through her as she simultaneously squeezed and tugged on her tips, leaving her to let out a low moan emphasizing that sensation and the relief that ensued from the small squirts of milk that her motions caused. For a few minutes her hands continued their work, milk splashing out into the water as she let herself soak, her mind blank save for the vague haze of her once more rekindled arousal. The heat in her loins flared when her imagination fed her the memory of Oribel doing a similar task for her, the felvari's lips on her tips so wonderfully adept at extracting the vital liquid from Isolda that even in her extended experience they had no equal, at least at that particular act. Another couple of minutes would follow as she slowly built herself up, realizing that she was in for a long bath if just toying with her breasts was getting her off, but when she switched her thoughts from Oribel sucking on her tips to imagining a big, hard cock sandwiched between them, pulsing as if prepared to explode only to do just that and shower her face and bosom in warm cream, her rise to orgasm slowed but shifted to a direction that promised to make her cum much, much harder.

Letting her eyes flit half open again, Isolda released her right breast so that she could let her main hand drift downwards, fingers grazing her soft skin as they trailed down over her belly until they slid over her mound. Even the light glance of her digits over her mound made Isolda arch her back and shudder softly with arousal, and when she first slid the pads of her fingers over her petals she found herself ready as ever for outright penetration. Even as aroused as she was, however, the pale wanderer didn't start finger fucking herself immediately, much as her body might demand as much.

Instead, she closed her eyes again and crooned passionately, her fingers slowly rubbing her outer petals while her other hand continued to slowly work the tip of her left breast as it had before. It took little work for her imagination to conjure fantasies to tease herself with, mostly involving memories of what she had just done at Alona's behest appearing amidst a constant fantasy about her own teasing of a particularly large cock. It would be several lust addled minutes before she realized that she was fantasizing about Raltas, and when she did her entire sex throbbed with lust. The ghost of the taste of his flesh on her tongue made her shiver, and her legs drifted further apart as her rubbing turned upon her clit. Having felt it only a few hours prior, she could vividly imagine the sensation of the mercenary's immense rod parting her inner walls, how good it had felt - and would feel again if she got another round with him – to lower herself onto that wonderful thickness until his domed tip kissed her cervix and left her feeling so incredibly full.

Their encounter had been a swift rush, her raging arousal causing her to buck wildly such that her meaty backside clapped against him every time she brought herself down onto his lap, and even though she was being incredibly tender on herself the wanderer knew that any future encounters with him would follow those lines. A deep, low moan would escape her lips as she imagined his first throb against her depths, her fingers ending their teasing as they began strumming her pleasure jewel in earnest. In her mind she could feel him growing harder, feel him throbbing in preparation to spill his seed as his hefty balls contracted, and there her fantasy hovered as if in limbo while her own orgasm built up. It was only another thirty seconds or so before she felt herself on the edge, and rather than tease herself further the tired warrior let her encounter play itself out.

The second she imagined Raltas pulsing rod unleash its seed into her Isolda came, dispelling the lucid fantasy while she drowned in pure sensation for the next few moments, letting her fingers move on her own as her whole body tensed rhythmically in time with the waves of pleasure rolling through her. The ghostly sensation of the mercenary's sperm being pumped into her womb extended her self inflicted orgasm, causing her legs to rise, knees bending further as they slipped out of the water, her toes curled and her body giving soft shudders for the next few seconds before she relaxed... Mostly. Her fingers continued to slowly glide back and forth over her clitoris, but her thoughts returned to Raltas, specifically to how wonderful the apex of their union had been. Both times she had let him finish inside, had never even thought of trying to make him pull out, and as she simmered in her afterglow she realized that she never would. He was so wonderfully large, so thick and struck her so deep, so gloriously strong and vigorous; the feel of his cum bursting into her depths was simply too good a finish after such a glorious build up. She would never deny his desire to try his hand at breeding her, would never ask or even suggest that he cum anywhere but inside her when the final moment of passion came. Even the thought of his seed taking root made her cervix throb one last time, the idea of so capable a specimen as Raltas being the one to finally breed her one that she couldn't say lacked some sort of appeal to her. If she knew he was to be the father, would she really take a potion to ensure that it didn't happen?

Isolda wasn't sure. So, she simply didn't dwell on it and let her arousal retake her full attention, her fantasy of building up Raltas with her mouth returning as she sought to continue playing with herself. She licked her lips subconsciously while her index and middle fingers slowly slipped past her petals and into her well used sex, which oddly wasn't as sore as she thought it might be after she had gotten so thoroughly fucked earlier that day. Her legs rose further, letting her feet rest on the sides of the tub while the water, aided by her intruding fingers, helped to clean out the leftovers of the massive gangbang she'd enjoyed earlier. Isolda pumped and swirled her digits inside of herself while imagining how she might raise Raltas' lust, using her lips, her tongue, and her hands to build him up to the point of frustrated need, just before taking him deep while in reality she began to pump herself more insistently. Having his thick tool plugging her mouth, forcing herself down as she gagged on it, her air cut off by the blue haired warrior's manhood made her moan anew, this time loudly, but she could only maintain so much detail in her fantasy for long before she let her imagination drift to their second round, when he had bent her over against the couch.

She had barely been able to hold herself up when he had taken her, and the pale wanderer imagined a similar scenario as she worked her fingers into her needy cunny with ever increasing passion. The pale warrior kept things simple at first, but once again as she imagined the closing few moments she curled her fingers so that they dragged against her own g-spot, making her whole body tense all at once. Her toes curled further every time she grazed that sensitive spot along her inner walls, the volume of her moans rising in turn as she grew more passionate with every passing second. It wasn't long before she made herself cum again, the imagined sensation of Raltas spurting into her depths just as she ground her fingers against her most sensitive region sending her over the edge, and this time she let out a low howl to signal her peak that tapered off as she rode out her pleasure.

Even after two self inflicted orgasms, however, Isolda wouldn't yet be sated. Her fingers would continue to pump into herself slowly as she lingered in her afterglow, but all too soon she would begin building herself towards another round of masturbation in the bath. More vivid fantasies of Raltas would follow, the wanderer imagining the mercenary taking her in every position imaginable as she worked herself through a series of orgasms, her body tensing and her moans rising to audible levels whenever she neared her peak, though she never cried out in any coherent manner. That was assuming, of course, that she wasn't interrupted, and what happened then would depend on who was walking in on her, and of course how they went about it.

If left to her own devices, Isolda would climb out of the bath on legs that were wobbly once more after a half dozen or so more orgasms, finally as sated as she was going to be. After drying off she would wrap the towel around herself before taking her sword and returning to the guest room she'd picked. She would lock the door, as useless as that would likely be if someone really wanted to bother her, and go to sleep in the nude.

 

[Takimaru]

Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

Traveling through the west wing, Isolda was keen to take several mental notes on the rooms she did glance into, making guesses on who each setup belonged to. There was a fairly diverse series of rooms from what she did see, and given that this was only one part of the much larger warehouse, there were bound to be more. But first, the wanderer needed to get herself cleaned up. She found no better place to do it than at the very end of the hall, where a large bathing chamber awaited. It was more like a pool, or some of the public bathing areas that the wanderer had seen abroad, but it would serve its function nonetheless. The marble craftsmanship of the room was admittedly impressive, its overall design harkening back to ancient Cerynsian style architecture.

Finding a sponge and a bar of soap sitting upon a short pillar to one side of the room, she slipped into the somewhat cool water. Its temperature helped to ease the aches and knots in her muscles from the day's vigorous activity, and the scrub she acquired did its part in helping to carry away the various fluids and gunk that had accumulated upon her naturally smooth skin. They were reminders that the swordswoman wasn't far removed from one of the wilder sexual experiences of her life. The memories were still fresh in her mind, making it all too easy to find herself aroused for whatever reason. Unless diverted by sudden bloodlust, Isolda's feelings of ecstasy in that regard weren't always easy ones to shake off, and any encounters had a habit of returning to her later in the day in the form of steamy memories. Now was that time, it seemed, and although there was no lock on the door to ensure her privacy, it became more and more difficult to really care with each passing second.

As Isolda began to indulge herself even deeper into her personal fantasies, the details of the immediate world around her seemed to grow less important. Moreso when she closed her eyes and allowed the sensations of the previous experience to bring her pleasure along with her tender attentions brought to her own most sensitive spots. The subject of her fantasies moved from Oribel to Raltas, amongst others, and given the intensity of the orgasms she had experienced in real life, it didn't prove too difficult to recreate them to some extent. While the wanderer had been able to please herself uninterrupted, even she could hear the echoes of her own moans ring throughout the bathing chamber. As her session grew more and more intense, any remaining self-consciousness proved easy enough to abandon. The first climax she experienced lead to an intense desire for the second, and the second for a third, and so on. She might have experienced anywhere between four and fourteen orgasms--it was hard to keep track--before a noise alerted the half-elf that she was not alone now.

A lone figure had made its way into the room. Isolda had heard the door open and then close, so clearly the visitor wasn't making any serious attempts to be stealthy. Not that they would be able to anyway, thanks to the wanderer's keen ears, unless they were Rill... and Rill it wasn't.

It was Eira.

A towel was wrapped around the bunnygirl's torso as 'she' made her way inside with a curious grin, not afraid in the slightest to approach the white-haired one's vicinity. "Ooh, having fun already? I wonder who you were fantasizing about..."

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru

A shiver of tension rolled through Isolda, tension born of warning rather than lust. Her head tilted and her ears twitched as she heard someone opening the door to her formerly private bathing room. Her fantasy - one of Raltas pounding into her from above with her legs over his shoulders - vanished, but her arousal did not. She'd lost count of her orgasms after four, and didn't much care to think on how many times she'd shuddered through one of her peaks, and as her blue-gray eyes flitted open to observe whoever had come to disturb her Isolda's flushed face contorted into a look of surprise.

It was Eira. Not who she had suspected it might be, and certainly not who she might have wanted to walk in on her in that moment. "I always have fun," she replied somewhat breathlessly, and then sighed and leaned back while placing her arms on the edge of the bath, her figure shielded by refraction of the water in which she sat and not much else. "I hope you don't suspect it was you," she replied dryly, forcing a grin upon her face.

In truth, Eira was probably second last on the list of people she might have liked to see that had a good chance of walking in on her. Alona would have been fun, of course, and Culdan could probably have made a passable stand in for Raltas at the very least. Nottis could probably have fulfilled the same need burning in her belly, and in her present state she might have given in to the man's advances consequences be damned. Even Oribel would have been preferable, but... Well, at least it wasn't Rill, right? Isolda sighed as Eira advanced into the room, "her" body covered only by a towel while Isolda kept her expression as neutral as possible while swallowing her disappointment.

"Just someone I met earlier... Coming in to take a bath?" she asked, shamelessly examining the void rabbit's body.