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Re: Finding Purpose (Hafnium)
The goblin's actions against her vulnerable ass prompted more inviting wiggling of her hips and an appreciative moan around the prehensile cock in her mouth, as both the smack against and assuaging of her backside only sparked pleasure and more pleasure in Tamonten's warped body. The appreciative nature of her noises would turn to disappointment as he was pulled away before he could put his hands to better use in relieving her pent-up lust. And that sense of disappointment would strengthen as she had to pull herself away from the delicious taste of the cock in her mouth in order to get out of the way of the ogre's initial push into the stalls, but despite her body's wishes she would stop sucking on the exotic appendage and follow through as originally intended.
Kringlicsly's response to her question caused her to giggle. The poor foxgirl had walked directly into her trap yet again. Rather than immediately verbally pouncing on her lover, however, Tamonten chose to toy with her and see if she could put Krig more off balance before replying. The pale woman would lean into the source of manly musk now pervading the room, leaving her nose just a few inches from the dollop of precum which awaited her on the tip of the ogre's massive length. She would inhale deeply and allow the powerful scent to invade her senses. The primal nature of the smell was enough to make her legs tremble as her head buzzed with thoughts of being on the receiving end of the most animalistic breeding she'd ever experienced. Then she took it a step further, licking away and swallowing the dollop in a single motion, and the heat of the ogre's early gift spreading through her belly soon had her subconsciously grinding herself against a phantom cock.
And then she would continue her handiwork on both partners, coaxing more precum out of the ogre and being sure to thoroughly smear it along the shaft for future lubrication while she was at it. Her choice to mount the frightening tool was already made for so many different reasons. For one, still thankfully unbeknownst to her lover, the pale woman had taken something far more terrifying than the ogre's dick during her captivity. While she didn't care to think much about that time, not the least of her reasons being that Krig might pick up on it and look into the vulnerable memory, giving the other woman a visual demonstration of how wrong she was would be pleasing.
For two, from the way it sounded to Tamonten, it seemed that Krig believed that she'd wielded conjured and shifted rods which had pushed the pale swordswoman to her absolute limits. The lustful warrior couldn't let that stand. Not when she'd just discovered Krig's competitive drive during the foxgirl's duel under the table with Drawneli. Not when she could give Kringlicsly a graphic display of just how far she was from taking her pale, masochistic frame to its true limit, and hopefully spark in her lover the burning need to do just that.
Tamonten would look to her lover with a perverted little smile as she finally responded to the other woman's incredulity. "I actually thought you might muster another protest against all of this. At the very least, I was certain that you'd argue that I ought to use your cock. It looks ready to explode." The swordswoman was actually, truly surprised. If she'd been in Kringlicsly's place, the swordswoman was sure she'd have snapped and tried to break her bonds by then. And if she'd succeeded then she'd have pushed her lover against the stall door and rutted her until the hinges broke. Even with the link into Krig's mind, Tamonten was having some difficulty understanding the type of pleasure her love was taking from their play. "But I'm glad you're enjoying it so much," she earnestly admitted, without concern for if it made her sound properly dommy or not. "Fulfilling the fantasies swimming around in your head is quite satisfying."
"Well~ Since you neglected to make a decision or protest, I guess it's my choice, huh? And I choose... this one," she planted a kiss against the ogre's cock. She stood up in a single smooth motion, eyes still on Krig as she continued to fondle both of her patrons. "And if you're right, then I won't make you clean up the mess afterward."
Her pale hand remained on the tentacle-like cock as she turned and bent to present her backside to the ogre, she couldn't let her first customer get too bored as she impaled herself on their competition, after all. Meanwhile, with her blackened hand, Tamonten established as much of a grip as she could on the ogre's girthy rod and guided the tip to press between her labia so that she could begin the task of pushing back and impaling herself onto it. True to Krig's expectations, sinking the monstrous tool into her own depths was a struggle as she had to wait several heartbeats after each centimeter for her supernaturally pliant folds to accommodate the girth of the invader. Thankfully, it was well lubricated and between that and its more human overall shape it was much easier than the gruff's flared tip had been even without the support of gravity.
Tamonten made progress with every small push, groaning in pleasure as the size of her partner's dick ensured that every nerve along her inner walls received some stimulation as it pushed in. Despite the way each extra inch stretched out her inner walls, however, there was never an ounce of pain. After a few long seconds of pushing, the tip had been swallowed by her netherlips and her need to be filled was being quenched in the most spectacular manner she could've ever imagined.
The tip would turn out to have been the most difficult part and once it was in she had a much easier time as she continued to impale herself further on demonic warbeast's shaft, especially since she could finally place her blackened hand on the divider for support. The swordswoman would easily subvert Krig's expectations by taking a quarter of the ogre's length and more without much added difficulty, all the while realizing how much better it was than the gruff's even without gravity or alignment on her side. The feeling of that giant cock sawing into her neglected, natural sex had her panting and mewling in pleasure. The insertion was so massive that the outline of it was visible in the way her stomach bulged, and when she tensed practically any of the muscles in her lower body, it tightened her even further around her latest partner's massive erection and served to grind her own sensitive places against the beastly invader. Krig probably wouldn't need to ask the question of whether the pale warrior was enjoying it or not unless she was blind or avoiding looking.
But the fact that her lover was watching was part of what made the act so pleasurable to Tamonten. Primal lust ran rampant in the swordswoman's brain at the thought of her beloved, the woman she'd fallen in love with practically at first sight, watching her become an ogre's cocksheath. The idea that the spirit wielder would watch her bounce against such a massive dick not only with some debauched sense of approval but even with a cock stiff and throbbing with need due to her actions had the pale woman's legs quivering with the mental pleasure of it. It was so nice, so arousing, so... humiliating! And all at once! The most important woman in the world to her was going to watch her come all over some ogre's beastly dick like some demonic slut in heat. It was like a mixture of nitroglycerin and gunpowder in her stomach just waiting for a spark.
That spark came in the form of the ogre's tip pressing against her cervix. She'd taken nearly three-quarters of her partner when it had happened, and the pale woman was set off immediately. "Oh, gods! Krig!" Her eyes clenched shut and she let out a low, prolonged moan as her body spasmed around the titanic invader and she weakly bucked into it to prolong her pleasure. The pressure of the ogre's shaft on her g-spot had girlcum squirting from her stretched pussy, the first spurt erupting with such force that it hit the stall divider. In the spur of the moment and out of some insane desire not to be heard, she would plug her mouth with the tentacle-like cock as her body rode out its long awaited peak. That would be about where rational thought ended, however, as she writhed and bucked and bobbed in front of her lover in the throes of an orgasm that lasted for several minutes which left her seeing stars as it started to subside.
She remained still for just a few moments following her fading climax, feet in a puddle of her own juices, as her afterglow arrived. But it was only a few moments before she began to move again. Even with the fog of satisfaction weighing on her, she would do her best to continue servicing both of her customers. She pressed herself even further onto the ogre's shaft until only a few inches of unserviced length remained, then finally placed her second hand on the divider in front of her for support so she could begin to slowly rock between the massive length and the one in her mouth in a lewd spitroast, removing herself several inches from the ogre's cock in order to take the one in front of her all the way down her throat only to reverse the process and then repeat it all over again.
Part of her haste in returning to the service of her two patrons was to repay them for such a pleasant experience, but she also quickly worked back into a decent pace out of a desire to avoid the warring thought processes in her head. On the one hand, Tamonten was enjoying herself. Of course she'd liked what had transpired, she'd just enjoyed the most powerful orgasm she'd experienced since Kringlicsly had dominated Sensensiel and her in the baths. On the other hand... the swordswoman was mortified. She could barely bring herself to glance at her lover between the motions of her body and was terrified of what Drawneli's mental feed might bring. What if the foxgirl hated her now? What if Krig had looked into her head during it all and decided she was too damaged to love? What if she'd hurt her lover? That was the scariest prospect of all three. For the time being, focusing on her efforts was much better than thinking about any of that.
The goblin's actions against her vulnerable ass prompted more inviting wiggling of her hips and an appreciative moan around the prehensile cock in her mouth, as both the smack against and assuaging of her backside only sparked pleasure and more pleasure in Tamonten's warped body. The appreciative nature of her noises would turn to disappointment as he was pulled away before he could put his hands to better use in relieving her pent-up lust. And that sense of disappointment would strengthen as she had to pull herself away from the delicious taste of the cock in her mouth in order to get out of the way of the ogre's initial push into the stalls, but despite her body's wishes she would stop sucking on the exotic appendage and follow through as originally intended.
Kringlicsly's response to her question caused her to giggle. The poor foxgirl had walked directly into her trap yet again. Rather than immediately verbally pouncing on her lover, however, Tamonten chose to toy with her and see if she could put Krig more off balance before replying. The pale woman would lean into the source of manly musk now pervading the room, leaving her nose just a few inches from the dollop of precum which awaited her on the tip of the ogre's massive length. She would inhale deeply and allow the powerful scent to invade her senses. The primal nature of the smell was enough to make her legs tremble as her head buzzed with thoughts of being on the receiving end of the most animalistic breeding she'd ever experienced. Then she took it a step further, licking away and swallowing the dollop in a single motion, and the heat of the ogre's early gift spreading through her belly soon had her subconsciously grinding herself against a phantom cock.
And then she would continue her handiwork on both partners, coaxing more precum out of the ogre and being sure to thoroughly smear it along the shaft for future lubrication while she was at it. Her choice to mount the frightening tool was already made for so many different reasons. For one, still thankfully unbeknownst to her lover, the pale woman had taken something far more terrifying than the ogre's dick during her captivity. While she didn't care to think much about that time, not the least of her reasons being that Krig might pick up on it and look into the vulnerable memory, giving the other woman a visual demonstration of how wrong she was would be pleasing.
For two, from the way it sounded to Tamonten, it seemed that Krig believed that she'd wielded conjured and shifted rods which had pushed the pale swordswoman to her absolute limits. The lustful warrior couldn't let that stand. Not when she'd just discovered Krig's competitive drive during the foxgirl's duel under the table with Drawneli. Not when she could give Kringlicsly a graphic display of just how far she was from taking her pale, masochistic frame to its true limit, and hopefully spark in her lover the burning need to do just that.
Tamonten would look to her lover with a perverted little smile as she finally responded to the other woman's incredulity. "I actually thought you might muster another protest against all of this. At the very least, I was certain that you'd argue that I ought to use your cock. It looks ready to explode." The swordswoman was actually, truly surprised. If she'd been in Kringlicsly's place, the swordswoman was sure she'd have snapped and tried to break her bonds by then. And if she'd succeeded then she'd have pushed her lover against the stall door and rutted her until the hinges broke. Even with the link into Krig's mind, Tamonten was having some difficulty understanding the type of pleasure her love was taking from their play. "But I'm glad you're enjoying it so much," she earnestly admitted, without concern for if it made her sound properly dommy or not. "Fulfilling the fantasies swimming around in your head is quite satisfying."
"Well~ Since you neglected to make a decision or protest, I guess it's my choice, huh? And I choose... this one," she planted a kiss against the ogre's cock. She stood up in a single smooth motion, eyes still on Krig as she continued to fondle both of her patrons. "And if you're right, then I won't make you clean up the mess afterward."
Her pale hand remained on the tentacle-like cock as she turned and bent to present her backside to the ogre, she couldn't let her first customer get too bored as she impaled herself on their competition, after all. Meanwhile, with her blackened hand, Tamonten established as much of a grip as she could on the ogre's girthy rod and guided the tip to press between her labia so that she could begin the task of pushing back and impaling herself onto it. True to Krig's expectations, sinking the monstrous tool into her own depths was a struggle as she had to wait several heartbeats after each centimeter for her supernaturally pliant folds to accommodate the girth of the invader. Thankfully, it was well lubricated and between that and its more human overall shape it was much easier than the gruff's flared tip had been even without the support of gravity.
Tamonten made progress with every small push, groaning in pleasure as the size of her partner's dick ensured that every nerve along her inner walls received some stimulation as it pushed in. Despite the way each extra inch stretched out her inner walls, however, there was never an ounce of pain. After a few long seconds of pushing, the tip had been swallowed by her netherlips and her need to be filled was being quenched in the most spectacular manner she could've ever imagined.
The tip would turn out to have been the most difficult part and once it was in she had a much easier time as she continued to impale herself further on demonic warbeast's shaft, especially since she could finally place her blackened hand on the divider for support. The swordswoman would easily subvert Krig's expectations by taking a quarter of the ogre's length and more without much added difficulty, all the while realizing how much better it was than the gruff's even without gravity or alignment on her side. The feeling of that giant cock sawing into her neglected, natural sex had her panting and mewling in pleasure. The insertion was so massive that the outline of it was visible in the way her stomach bulged, and when she tensed practically any of the muscles in her lower body, it tightened her even further around her latest partner's massive erection and served to grind her own sensitive places against the beastly invader. Krig probably wouldn't need to ask the question of whether the pale warrior was enjoying it or not unless she was blind or avoiding looking.
But the fact that her lover was watching was part of what made the act so pleasurable to Tamonten. Primal lust ran rampant in the swordswoman's brain at the thought of her beloved, the woman she'd fallen in love with practically at first sight, watching her become an ogre's cocksheath. The idea that the spirit wielder would watch her bounce against such a massive dick not only with some debauched sense of approval but even with a cock stiff and throbbing with need due to her actions had the pale woman's legs quivering with the mental pleasure of it. It was so nice, so arousing, so... humiliating! And all at once! The most important woman in the world to her was going to watch her come all over some ogre's beastly dick like some demonic slut in heat. It was like a mixture of nitroglycerin and gunpowder in her stomach just waiting for a spark.
That spark came in the form of the ogre's tip pressing against her cervix. She'd taken nearly three-quarters of her partner when it had happened, and the pale woman was set off immediately. "Oh, gods! Krig!" Her eyes clenched shut and she let out a low, prolonged moan as her body spasmed around the titanic invader and she weakly bucked into it to prolong her pleasure. The pressure of the ogre's shaft on her g-spot had girlcum squirting from her stretched pussy, the first spurt erupting with such force that it hit the stall divider. In the spur of the moment and out of some insane desire not to be heard, she would plug her mouth with the tentacle-like cock as her body rode out its long awaited peak. That would be about where rational thought ended, however, as she writhed and bucked and bobbed in front of her lover in the throes of an orgasm that lasted for several minutes which left her seeing stars as it started to subside.
She remained still for just a few moments following her fading climax, feet in a puddle of her own juices, as her afterglow arrived. But it was only a few moments before she began to move again. Even with the fog of satisfaction weighing on her, she would do her best to continue servicing both of her customers. She pressed herself even further onto the ogre's shaft until only a few inches of unserviced length remained, then finally placed her second hand on the divider in front of her for support so she could begin to slowly rock between the massive length and the one in her mouth in a lewd spitroast, removing herself several inches from the ogre's cock in order to take the one in front of her all the way down her throat only to reverse the process and then repeat it all over again.
Part of her haste in returning to the service of her two patrons was to repay them for such a pleasant experience, but she also quickly worked back into a decent pace out of a desire to avoid the warring thought processes in her head. On the one hand, Tamonten was enjoying herself. Of course she'd liked what had transpired, she'd just enjoyed the most powerful orgasm she'd experienced since Kringlicsly had dominated Sensensiel and her in the baths. On the other hand... the swordswoman was mortified. She could barely bring herself to glance at her lover between the motions of her body and was terrified of what Drawneli's mental feed might bring. What if the foxgirl hated her now? What if Krig had looked into her head during it all and decided she was too damaged to love? What if she'd hurt her lover? That was the scariest prospect of all three. For the time being, focusing on her efforts was much better than thinking about any of that.
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