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Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru
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Ciran swallowed hard as he watched the swordswoman slurp up his viscous seed with a level of shamelessness that only she could manage. It wasn't only one helping of it, either; it was two, three... and apparently much more. Even so, Isolda had retained enough boldness to make and maintain eye contact with her lucky partner all the while. It was rather captivating, a little embarrassing, and yet so arousing for him all at the same time to watch her partake of his milky gift of her own free will. That would only be a hint of Isolda's true capabilities in the realm of sexual creativity, however, and even as the locksmith began to take shots off her cleavage, she hadn't remained idle in the slightest, employing her toned but ample bottom to stroke away at his shaft. At this, he released a muffled grunt, barely managing to keep himself from clamping hard down onto her tit with his teeth as he struggled to deal with the new sensations. What Isolda did feel instead of his teeth were his soft, wet lips squeezing upon her nipple to milk her further. But while Ciran succeeded in coaxing out more of those nourishing fluids, of which he clearly couldn't get enough, the majority of his attention had naturally shifted to his cock, thanks to the white-haired beauty's hip movements.
While the artisan was as reliable as ever in resisting the urge to blow his load a second time despite his newest lover's expert services, Isolda would find that he still couldn't resist for long after feeling her wetness upon his lower abdomen. He tried to shift his position underneath her further, upwards along the bed, in an attempt to invite himself inside once more--though it was more of an instinctual effort than a conscious one. Despite his failure in that endeavor, his struggles he made it clear that he was ready now for a second round. Having his body grind against hers without penetration, yet knowing how ready she was for it, wasn't the easiest thing for Ciran to stand, and he grimaced a bit. "Aahhhggghh... hnnn!" he groaned, lost somewhere between the spectrum of pain and pleasure thanks to the half-elf's wonderful treatment combined with her perhaps unintentional denial. If she had a sadistic bone in her body, it would be tickled upon seeing the man's expressions. Absolute bliss, utter discomfort, and everything in between--Isolda could cause it all. Ciran wasn't the first, nor would he be the last. And even if she knew this beforehand, seeing her partner writhe beneath her would serve as a potent reminder for the Voidic beauty just how effective her hold was over the hearts of men.
Luckily for him, being teased to death was not quite in the cards if only thanks to Isolda's 'mercy', which might have only been thanks to her own urges, but it was a relief for Ciran all the same. It didn't take much effort at all on her part to get the locksmith to heed her commands and take them to heart. Despite his ever present desire to simply flip her onto the bottom and claim her for himself like a wild animal, he stayed still enough when she needed him to, allowing her to work upon his shaft and balls to her satisfaction. Though the temptation to rut her stayed only barely suppressed, Ciran still managed to remain obedient, for the most part, and simply enjoy the woman's oral services for the time being. He could only take so much, however, and after a few more minutes finally worked up the courage to make his request. "Auhh, Isolda... I-I... I want to... nnngh! Ohhhhh!" He bit his lip as his eyes met those of the white-haired vixen's, and shifted his hips upward slowly while tightening his glutes, as if he were about to cum, especially once she got to stroking him more firmly. But he wasn't to go again that early, not when Isolda hadn't even the chance to ride him one more time. When she planted a kiss at the tip of his throbbing manhood, a bead of precum formed upon it for her to lick up, then another. She had done more than enough to get him ready, that was for sure.
A quick glance over her shoulder showed Isolda that her partner was all too happy to get a second go at her. After his initial orgasm, it wasn't certain if he would be able to get it up again thanks to how hard they went the first time, and yet thanks to some inspired efforts on the wanderer's part, there he was, standing proud and erect for her. Thanks to her preparations, there was little difficulty involved in finding the rounded tip of his rod once she repositioned herself as necesary. As she slowly impaled herself on him once again, taking inch after inch of him into her heavenly depths, the Voidic one could hear a pronounced sigh of relief coming from the man beneath her. He reached forward to clutch her waist from both sides, helping Isolda along once she chose to establish a rhythm, and actually managed to relax a bit more. "Uwooh... hnnn, ah, yes... I do!" he answered. "Nnn--- Hnngh!" Ciran wasn't content to stay idle all the while, and helped his partner ride him with even more vigor or speed if she wanted to, conserving some of Isolda's own energy in the process. His arms and hips worked together in unison to bounce right back each time she descended upon him. As she slid up and down on his slick pole, Isolda could hear Ciran's sounds of pleasure growing louder, and his efforts to fuck her right back began to lean towards a faster pace. Still, he managed to hold on despite several close calls just minutes earlier, and found a second wind in terms of postponing his orgasm for the time being.
However, the tempo by which his return strokes increased only went up as time went by, and soon enough Isolda could tell that Ciran wanted nothing more than to go all out on her. So when she finally changed it up and positioned herself on her hands and knees for him, challenging the artisan to hold nothing back, he looked all too pleased to satisfy her request. After Isolda assumed the new position, he planted himself right behind her and eased himself back in, then wasted no time in building up a steady pace. The slapping noise of his hips against hers began to echo through the room, only increasing in tempo as the man gradually let his pent-up desires come to the surface. Isolda could sense his sexual frustration, which had been building back up since she got him hard again, seep out through his body language and increasingly audible breaths. The force of his strokes built up until he was ramming her with all his might, causing the swordswoman's breasts to swing back and forth in time with each thrust. At that point Isolda could feel him hitting the very end of her tunnel, giving her a rutting comparable to the fierce pounding Sorio had dished out to her. And although he didn't have quite the amount of raw strength, his ability to maintain such a fervent pace was something the quarter-demon could be quite thankful for, as it sent her speeding towards an orgasm of her own.
Ciran panted as he went on, and even when his lovely partner did cum, she was granted not a drop of mercy from his ever-stiff cock. Now was no longer the time for patience or restraint. Isolda had offered for him to be the aggressor in this situation, and he would make good on that by pumping her rapidly all throughout her climax. Though her inner walls kept squeezing down on his manhood, daring it to spill forth its second helping of potent, sperm-filled liquid, the artisan managed to hold on and postpone the inevitable moment of release, focusing instead on the rhythm by which he took her. Again, Isolda was free to ride out the entirety of her body-quaking orgasm while he fucked her without pause, treating her to the additional sensation of his balls slapping against her cunt's exterior. And though the pleasure nearly proved overwhelming at some points, nearly causing her arms and legs to give out under her, Ciran simply kept pounding her, causing the Voidic beauty to cry out loudly. Isolda's body could hardly contain all of the intense sensations brought upon it by her lover, and so they had to be released in any way possible, be it through her voice or otherwise. If she was a screamer of any sort, then the neighbors would likely know that night. It would take an immense amount of discipline to stay quiet after the way he fucked her, not that she would want to.
Not that any of it mattered to the two, as they continued to enjoy each other's company in the most intimate of manners without a care in the world. His hands moved from clutching her hips tightly to her shoulders as he leaned forward, then slid halfway down her arms, pulling them behind her before grabbing her wrists for leverage. From there, her upper body was left arched upwards slightly, leaving her at Ciran's mercy--or so he thought. But that feeling of dominance was enough to drive him wild enough to work his way towards a finish, and he rammed her faster and faster still. He sped up to a point that would make most men cum at any moment, and while he had managed to prove himself relatively disciplined throughout the session, it was clear that it was time. With the wanderer's pussy already quivering and warm thanks to being partly filled with the remnants of his first load, it was just too much to take. A deep, ragged groan rose from Ciran's throat, and he squeezed down on her wrists tightly just in time for Isolda to feel the pitter-patter of his hot cum upon her inner walls. "Ahh... hnnnngghh! Uhooohhh! Uuuhhhhnnn! HRRNNNGH!" grunted the brown-haired man through clenched teeth, his chin tilted upward as he proceeded to give her everything he had.
Though he wasn't able to let out quite as much as he did the first time, Ciran continued to thrust regardless, ensuring that he had reached complete satisfaction while she was here for him to enjoy. A few more jets of his seed hit her deeper inside, only to be pushed in further along by his cock as he hit the end stages of his orgasm. He was finished. Ciran released all he could in one night, and both times he delivered his load as deeply inside of her as he could. In the afterglow, he leaned backwards, falling onto his back while still inside of her, gently letting her hands go down and to the sides and wrapping his arms around her waist so that she faced the ceiling while still on top of him. As they took the new position to cuddle, his softening manhood slipped out of her, prompting his seed to dribble out from between her lower lips in turn. He kissed the space between her neck and her right shoulder, and his skillful hands idly worked along her body, caressing and appreciating her form. "W... wow... I'll never be able to have it that good again, I think," pronounced the locksmith between gasps for air.
Then, a short silence passed as he gave thought to what he did. Even the girls at the Silver Quarters took proper precautions so as not to bear the children of random johns. But Isolda hadn't, at least not to what he remembered, and he had just cum inside of her not once, but twice, not to mention another time from the previous night. Never had he really considered fathering a child before, not at this stage, but in his mind, he had already done enough to potentially do so whether he liked it or not. And as far as Isolda went as a lover... well, she was practically otherworldly. His desire for her might not have been love, but he knew that tiring of this particular woman was not anything he was capable of doing in the near future.
In a low voice, he boldly proclaimed his devotion to her. "Isolda, if you are with child... I'll support you. I might just be a simple locksmith, and you a warrior of sorts, no doubt, but I can work more. I'll take any job that's thrown at me. You wouldn't have to deal with it alone." It was a huge step for a man like him, but one he was willing to take nonetheless.
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Isolda: HP = 91/91, PP = 41, EP = 42/42, Status = Normal
Ciran swallowed hard as he watched the swordswoman slurp up his viscous seed with a level of shamelessness that only she could manage. It wasn't only one helping of it, either; it was two, three... and apparently much more. Even so, Isolda had retained enough boldness to make and maintain eye contact with her lucky partner all the while. It was rather captivating, a little embarrassing, and yet so arousing for him all at the same time to watch her partake of his milky gift of her own free will. That would only be a hint of Isolda's true capabilities in the realm of sexual creativity, however, and even as the locksmith began to take shots off her cleavage, she hadn't remained idle in the slightest, employing her toned but ample bottom to stroke away at his shaft. At this, he released a muffled grunt, barely managing to keep himself from clamping hard down onto her tit with his teeth as he struggled to deal with the new sensations. What Isolda did feel instead of his teeth were his soft, wet lips squeezing upon her nipple to milk her further. But while Ciran succeeded in coaxing out more of those nourishing fluids, of which he clearly couldn't get enough, the majority of his attention had naturally shifted to his cock, thanks to the white-haired beauty's hip movements.
While the artisan was as reliable as ever in resisting the urge to blow his load a second time despite his newest lover's expert services, Isolda would find that he still couldn't resist for long after feeling her wetness upon his lower abdomen. He tried to shift his position underneath her further, upwards along the bed, in an attempt to invite himself inside once more--though it was more of an instinctual effort than a conscious one. Despite his failure in that endeavor, his struggles he made it clear that he was ready now for a second round. Having his body grind against hers without penetration, yet knowing how ready she was for it, wasn't the easiest thing for Ciran to stand, and he grimaced a bit. "Aahhhggghh... hnnn!" he groaned, lost somewhere between the spectrum of pain and pleasure thanks to the half-elf's wonderful treatment combined with her perhaps unintentional denial. If she had a sadistic bone in her body, it would be tickled upon seeing the man's expressions. Absolute bliss, utter discomfort, and everything in between--Isolda could cause it all. Ciran wasn't the first, nor would he be the last. And even if she knew this beforehand, seeing her partner writhe beneath her would serve as a potent reminder for the Voidic beauty just how effective her hold was over the hearts of men.
Luckily for him, being teased to death was not quite in the cards if only thanks to Isolda's 'mercy', which might have only been thanks to her own urges, but it was a relief for Ciran all the same. It didn't take much effort at all on her part to get the locksmith to heed her commands and take them to heart. Despite his ever present desire to simply flip her onto the bottom and claim her for himself like a wild animal, he stayed still enough when she needed him to, allowing her to work upon his shaft and balls to her satisfaction. Though the temptation to rut her stayed only barely suppressed, Ciran still managed to remain obedient, for the most part, and simply enjoy the woman's oral services for the time being. He could only take so much, however, and after a few more minutes finally worked up the courage to make his request. "Auhh, Isolda... I-I... I want to... nnngh! Ohhhhh!" He bit his lip as his eyes met those of the white-haired vixen's, and shifted his hips upward slowly while tightening his glutes, as if he were about to cum, especially once she got to stroking him more firmly. But he wasn't to go again that early, not when Isolda hadn't even the chance to ride him one more time. When she planted a kiss at the tip of his throbbing manhood, a bead of precum formed upon it for her to lick up, then another. She had done more than enough to get him ready, that was for sure.
A quick glance over her shoulder showed Isolda that her partner was all too happy to get a second go at her. After his initial orgasm, it wasn't certain if he would be able to get it up again thanks to how hard they went the first time, and yet thanks to some inspired efforts on the wanderer's part, there he was, standing proud and erect for her. Thanks to her preparations, there was little difficulty involved in finding the rounded tip of his rod once she repositioned herself as necesary. As she slowly impaled herself on him once again, taking inch after inch of him into her heavenly depths, the Voidic one could hear a pronounced sigh of relief coming from the man beneath her. He reached forward to clutch her waist from both sides, helping Isolda along once she chose to establish a rhythm, and actually managed to relax a bit more. "Uwooh... hnnn, ah, yes... I do!" he answered. "Nnn--- Hnngh!" Ciran wasn't content to stay idle all the while, and helped his partner ride him with even more vigor or speed if she wanted to, conserving some of Isolda's own energy in the process. His arms and hips worked together in unison to bounce right back each time she descended upon him. As she slid up and down on his slick pole, Isolda could hear Ciran's sounds of pleasure growing louder, and his efforts to fuck her right back began to lean towards a faster pace. Still, he managed to hold on despite several close calls just minutes earlier, and found a second wind in terms of postponing his orgasm for the time being.
However, the tempo by which his return strokes increased only went up as time went by, and soon enough Isolda could tell that Ciran wanted nothing more than to go all out on her. So when she finally changed it up and positioned herself on her hands and knees for him, challenging the artisan to hold nothing back, he looked all too pleased to satisfy her request. After Isolda assumed the new position, he planted himself right behind her and eased himself back in, then wasted no time in building up a steady pace. The slapping noise of his hips against hers began to echo through the room, only increasing in tempo as the man gradually let his pent-up desires come to the surface. Isolda could sense his sexual frustration, which had been building back up since she got him hard again, seep out through his body language and increasingly audible breaths. The force of his strokes built up until he was ramming her with all his might, causing the swordswoman's breasts to swing back and forth in time with each thrust. At that point Isolda could feel him hitting the very end of her tunnel, giving her a rutting comparable to the fierce pounding Sorio had dished out to her. And although he didn't have quite the amount of raw strength, his ability to maintain such a fervent pace was something the quarter-demon could be quite thankful for, as it sent her speeding towards an orgasm of her own.
Ciran panted as he went on, and even when his lovely partner did cum, she was granted not a drop of mercy from his ever-stiff cock. Now was no longer the time for patience or restraint. Isolda had offered for him to be the aggressor in this situation, and he would make good on that by pumping her rapidly all throughout her climax. Though her inner walls kept squeezing down on his manhood, daring it to spill forth its second helping of potent, sperm-filled liquid, the artisan managed to hold on and postpone the inevitable moment of release, focusing instead on the rhythm by which he took her. Again, Isolda was free to ride out the entirety of her body-quaking orgasm while he fucked her without pause, treating her to the additional sensation of his balls slapping against her cunt's exterior. And though the pleasure nearly proved overwhelming at some points, nearly causing her arms and legs to give out under her, Ciran simply kept pounding her, causing the Voidic beauty to cry out loudly. Isolda's body could hardly contain all of the intense sensations brought upon it by her lover, and so they had to be released in any way possible, be it through her voice or otherwise. If she was a screamer of any sort, then the neighbors would likely know that night. It would take an immense amount of discipline to stay quiet after the way he fucked her, not that she would want to.
Not that any of it mattered to the two, as they continued to enjoy each other's company in the most intimate of manners without a care in the world. His hands moved from clutching her hips tightly to her shoulders as he leaned forward, then slid halfway down her arms, pulling them behind her before grabbing her wrists for leverage. From there, her upper body was left arched upwards slightly, leaving her at Ciran's mercy--or so he thought. But that feeling of dominance was enough to drive him wild enough to work his way towards a finish, and he rammed her faster and faster still. He sped up to a point that would make most men cum at any moment, and while he had managed to prove himself relatively disciplined throughout the session, it was clear that it was time. With the wanderer's pussy already quivering and warm thanks to being partly filled with the remnants of his first load, it was just too much to take. A deep, ragged groan rose from Ciran's throat, and he squeezed down on her wrists tightly just in time for Isolda to feel the pitter-patter of his hot cum upon her inner walls. "Ahh... hnnnngghh! Uhooohhh! Uuuhhhhnnn! HRRNNNGH!" grunted the brown-haired man through clenched teeth, his chin tilted upward as he proceeded to give her everything he had.
Though he wasn't able to let out quite as much as he did the first time, Ciran continued to thrust regardless, ensuring that he had reached complete satisfaction while she was here for him to enjoy. A few more jets of his seed hit her deeper inside, only to be pushed in further along by his cock as he hit the end stages of his orgasm. He was finished. Ciran released all he could in one night, and both times he delivered his load as deeply inside of her as he could. In the afterglow, he leaned backwards, falling onto his back while still inside of her, gently letting her hands go down and to the sides and wrapping his arms around her waist so that she faced the ceiling while still on top of him. As they took the new position to cuddle, his softening manhood slipped out of her, prompting his seed to dribble out from between her lower lips in turn. He kissed the space between her neck and her right shoulder, and his skillful hands idly worked along her body, caressing and appreciating her form. "W... wow... I'll never be able to have it that good again, I think," pronounced the locksmith between gasps for air.
Then, a short silence passed as he gave thought to what he did. Even the girls at the Silver Quarters took proper precautions so as not to bear the children of random johns. But Isolda hadn't, at least not to what he remembered, and he had just cum inside of her not once, but twice, not to mention another time from the previous night. Never had he really considered fathering a child before, not at this stage, but in his mind, he had already done enough to potentially do so whether he liked it or not. And as far as Isolda went as a lover... well, she was practically otherworldly. His desire for her might not have been love, but he knew that tiring of this particular woman was not anything he was capable of doing in the near future.
In a low voice, he boldly proclaimed his devotion to her. "Isolda, if you are with child... I'll support you. I might just be a simple locksmith, and you a warrior of sorts, no doubt, but I can work more. I'll take any job that's thrown at me. You wouldn't have to deal with it alone." It was a huge step for a man like him, but one he was willing to take nonetheless.
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