Re: Through the Mists: In Character
Old Windmill, Ground Floor
Tag: Silvia
"Heh. Better soldiers, certainly. More powerful. More resilient. More inclined to follow orders unquestioningly. It is an effective system. As for your effort - there is such a thing as an out-of-shape werewolf. The beast blood inside of you is an asset to be exploited, not a crutch to lean upon."
The nude, green woman moved around Silvia, her clawed hands were gentle, even if potentially deadly, for the tips were hard as iron blades. When talk returned to discussing her mother, Bella Sunbane frowned, and then spoke on as she applied the salve.
"Her nightstone allows her to enter the Border Ethereal. In Barovia, that would be the plane in which the restless spirits reside. It is not a necessarily safe place, but it is a route through which we night hags can escape, if we find ourselves at a disadvantage. While within the Ethereal world, she cannot interact with you physically - but she will come after you in your dreams. The only protection you might have is the wards of a priest or the magic of a competent abjurer. Unfortunately, that is not the magic I specialize in. But there is a church in Vallaki, with a priest who no doubt could sanctify a safe ground for you."
She paused thoughtfully and smirked.
"If she does ever seem to be following you, going to a place with haunting spirits would be a good way to lose her. The ghosts can harm her greatly if she does not return to the Material world."
With the salve placed away, Bella had made her proposal of impregnation, and seemed to enjoy the blushing Falknovian's increased stammering and embarrassment.
"Why be sorry? I'm not. It's my soul and I was meant to be. Just as I think... you were meant to be a fertile ground for my seed."
She grinned, and in this moment she was quite a picture of seductive infernalism. She coyly drew close and give a little lick of Silvia's earlobe before whispering to her.
"There's no need to struggle. Just do what I tell you. Take your pretty, sculpted warrior's ass and bend over that crate right there. Spread your legs and think of what a wonderful mother you would like to become. Then I shall do the rest~"
With Silvia indicating her reception to the green woman's advances, Bella kissed her on the lips and then moved to the potion shelf again, this time reaching towards the back and taking out a long necked flask of black, viscous liquid. She unstoppered this, and took a deep drink. Three swallows. And then she looked over her shoulder, grinning, and moved back toward Silvia.
If the barbarian had done what she was told, then Bella would lower herself onto her knees and place her hands on top of the redhead's fine, toned ass.
"Hmmnn~ Very nice. I could bounce a gold coin off this butt. Though I think I'll just go ahead and bite it a bit."
Silvia would feel her ass being licked and wetly kissed, and then true to her word, the fiendish woman would sink her teeth lightly into the flesh, not hard enough to do anything serious, but just enough to get the redhead to tense up. Two green fingers found their way between Silvia's legs and traced playfully around her womanhood, before lightly zoning in on her clit and tracing it delicately, avoiding any discomfort that might come from her deadly claws. Her tongue draped down along the crevice of the Falnovian's ass, licking intimately along her ring and the small space beneath it, and then slipping into her flower, parting the folds and warming the fighter up until she was physically primed to receive what had been slowly emerging from Bella Sunbane's own nether region.
If close attention had been paid, Silvia would have noticed that during this brief assplay, the green woman had been slowly but surely sprouting an emerging phallus, thick and seemingly permanently coated in slippery, slimey lubrication. It would never be mistaken for a human penis, and very unlikely to be any other mortal appendage that Silvia knew of with her limited worldliness. The thick, dripping shaft would work its way to a full erection whose size of which a woman who was bent over and waiting to receive might describe as "challenging, but not impossible" was now lining up with her sex.
"It will most certainly be a daughter. Though I'm not quite sure it shall be a hag. As such, I'll let you think of a pretty name for it. Hm hm~ Now don't forget to have fun.~"
She said this as her weight shifted and the cock sunk deeply and easily inside of Silvia. Just as this was happening, a pitched moan of pleasure could be heard from the rafters above them. Bella grinned and looked up to the ceiling.
"Seems like everyone else is.~"
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Upstairs in the Windmill
Tag: Vita
Ireena blushed as though embarrassed, but Vita could sense the human noble's breath quickening and her eyes showing excitement at the prospect of the impending 'touch' that she would be receiving.
"Oh.. you're so different when you're like this. To watch others... fucking~. While we do it too. Ah!"
With their breasts pancaking against each others - Ireena's modest orbs flattening against Vita's enormous melons - the tiefling felt the other girl's heart racing. Together they lay down on the dirty floor - the idea of being voyeurs to other people, while they did their deed in such an uncultured, untidy setting, seemed to be making the noble sodden with desire.
The tiefling firmly led her partner over to the creaking, rickety stairs leading down into the room below and guided Ireena onto her back. Then upon her soft body sinking, she nibbled the noble's ear as she willed the darkness inside of her to grant her a more manageable, less intense appendage. Something that was more suited to her form and figure.
She received from the fiend inside of her that which she asked for, though the dark lustfuld desire it provided her was no less potent than before. In fact, it was moreso. Ireena looked up at the farmgirl with sultry, half-lidded eyes, biting her lower lip as she nodded to Vita's instructions.
She turned her head to the side, her raven hair spilling down the top step, and saw below the redheaded barbarian bending over a crate, with the green woman stooping down to play with her ass and pussy.
"Oh my... they're doing it. She's licking... licking Silvia's pussy. I can see her.~" She whispered, then eeped not soon after, as the tip of Vita's summoned cock slipped inside her. Her walls tightened and her hips rose, with her pussy instinctively wanting more of it inside of her.
"Oh! Mmm! S-sorry~ Oh, ah! ah. ah. mm!"
Her panting was softer now, though it wouldn't be long until Vita plunged deeply inside of her, and when she had hilted inside of her for the first time, her excited sigh was heard by Bella, though the witch only hinted at knowing about it, preferring to let the two upstairs have their own fun.
Ireena continued to roll her hips in time with Vita's thrusts, her brown eyes locking with the yellow orbs of her bonded soul. Vita could sense the control that she was currently having over this woman. Something inside of her said that if she really wanted, she could fuck Ireena with such pleasure that the girl would orgasm herself into self consciousness. And this power, though it came from the imprisoned darkness, she could feel herself understanding it, as though it were a part of her heritage - of what she might have been born to be... her thoughts might well drift invariably to her mother, Patience, and the tiefling ancestors who had, long ago in her family tree, undoubtedly sold their souls to the Nine Hells.
"You could have this power yourself, if you wanted my dear," the fiend whispered. "I could show you how to use it. To be both light and shadow."
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In the barn
Tag: Esvele
Whatever else she was, Offalia certainly looked as if she'd been used to wild, intense and depraved carnal expressions of lust. And while certainly everything her past had told her about the dark fey and hags suggested that they were the furthest things from sexual beings, this particular girl and her immediate family appeared to be glaring exceptions.
Still, Esvele's curse didn't look completely ignorable. The horned, lavender skinned slut was starting to make those telltale gagging sounds after her face was locked in place by the nun's demanding hands. A little twitch of the head, a shakey hand, and some tears beginning to form at the edge of the eyes were all the ingredients needed for Esvele to know that her cock had Offalia's full and proper attention. Then the facefucking truly began in earnest, and the sloppy squeals that ensued were most gratifying.
Bubbles of spit and pre were gathering on the upper base of her shaft and at the corners of Offalia's lips, then flowing over her chin in ribbons that sloppily dripped onto her tits. The sight of this slutty little witch with her monstrous nature still starting to succumb to the rough mouth pounding was an intensely encouraging sight which Esvele had to fight to ignore if she were going to ride this out. She managed a valiant effort, and a full four and a half minutes before there simply could be no fighting it.
Load after copious load shot down Offalia's awaiting throat, backing her passages up for a bit and coming up her nose. She coughed and gagged as the overflowing, thick rod was pulled back just enough to now start coating the purple bitch's tongue.
Myrtle moaned wildly. The attention paid to her tits and drinking her sweet, natural milk was seemingly the gateway to this cowgirl's private slice of heaven. Freek of course did his best from behind her, and the boy didn't have a bad tongue on him, to be certain - but the most important thing to Esvele was the pleasuring of her cock - and to experience the power of its release was sheer ecstasy in its purest form.
The nun stood among the younger folk, a veteran sex goddess among her three supplicants, who were all breathing heavily, still exuding horniness. The wet cock stood at attention in front of the panting Offalia, who no longer looked like a confident whore, but merely shifted her gaze from Esvele's eyes and to the cock between her legs, a look of genuine respect growing there.
"Ooohwaaah!~~" The witch girl spun as she was hoisted up and turned around, her tush sticking high in the air and providing a nice cushion for the slick cock to slide into.
"Hahnh! Hanhh! I think... yay?" She panted, and then looking over her shoulder at the nun, she grinned mischievously again. "Momma's gonna be so pissed! Heehee! Fucking knock me up!"
Freek had stood up in the meantime and made his way around towards Myrtle and Offalia. Seeing the purple witch's face still dripping with cum made the cow boy's own massive member twitch with excitement. Then he laid eyes upon the moaning Myrtle, who was still feeling the aftershocks of all the titty sucking she'd undergone.
"Uowahh... Myrtle. You look so gorgeous!" Freek said, and held her, his hands naturally seeking her orbs and squeezing them, which sent Myrtle into another fresh round of hysterics, her tits leaking and squirting fresh milk in front of her. She mumbled incoherent responses, all of which seemed like she was just being driven silly with lust and approved of it continuing.
The boy prodded Myrtle to get down on all fours, facing Offalia as he lined up his cock with the cowgirl, mirroring what Esvele was doing with Offalia. As Myrtle and Offalia looked up to see each other's noses practically touching, they came to the same lustful thought as the nun had, and proceeded to kiss each other, gently at first, but with growing deepness. Offalia was making sure that the cow girl would get a good taste of Esvele's seed.
After the girls had gotten the chance to make out, Freek and Esvele began their thrusting and grinding against their respective partners, each pair bonding together in a harmony of erotic release. Offalia's cunt felt amazing against Esvele's cursed appendage, and the witch was eagerly throwing her weight back into Esvele, so that their bodies met with satisfyingly wet slaps after each thrust and the nun was greeted with a nicely jiggling ass to look over as she proceed to do her best to impregnate Morgantha's daughter.
