Summoned!

[Pervy]

Perhaps should have gone upstairs and then undressed.. is Love a bad influence on me? Cyra mused.. oh right, Love wasn't around to tease her now. Heh.

"Uh.. ok coming.. oh.. oh my." Cyra mused, blushing at the sight as she stepped inside. "Can't remove the armor huh.. uh oh.. so when you said fuck me..e rrr..." She cleared her throat, finding herself struggling to filter her next thought.. "Now that's a nice cock." She noted biting her lip, before hesitating.. damn it, was the teasing Fiend right about her? Kinda?

She stepped closer to Olda upon the bed, pondering. "Hmnn.. I'll just help you relax a little.." She declared, extending one hand to slowly stroke along the length of that shaft, steadying herself up against Olda, before leaning forward, kissing the pink tip of her shaft, her tongue swishing back and forth upon her glans slowly, giving the woman below her a nice, deep insight at her soft, white pubic-hair crowned pink folds, a lustful smile upon her lips as she moved. "Shame there's no way of convincing you I'm not a devil... I mean I technically am one, I guess.. eh whatever, guess I better just enjoy the moment." She chuckled, admittedly a little suprised at what.. relaxed things could happen in hell, as she leaned forwards, licking slowly down and along the length of that shaft.. before licking back upon a throbbing vein of it on the other way around, placing another kiss ontop of it, finding her thoughts wander.. hmnn Amusing, the last one to have properly bred her, before the tentacle attack had been Olar, although that body had died and.. gah.. what was she even thinking about?

"AH.. err.. right.. hmn.. so now.. what would you like to do?" She asked, perhaps a little late, leaning back and glancing towards the smith-girl.

 

[Aenon]

"You aren't a devil? What 'technically' means? Hah...anyway..." the woman left herself enjoy Cyra's special care with no complains...she was an expert at this, after all...

"Hmm...you are a warrior, right? How about we fight about who is going to be on top?" she offered with a grin. "If you win by some miracle, you will get a special gift too...and if you lose, I will fuck you in any way I see fit...what do you say?" she smirked, while patting Cyra's head...

On one hand, Cyra felt a desire to fuck the blacksmith girl anyway...however, doing so without having the excuse of Love influencing her felt weird...was this really who she was, and what she wanted...and really, was there a problem if she was?

 

[Pervy]

(Still hard to find proper good pictur!)

"It's a long, long story. Not that long, but it feels long.." Cyra reminisced about her 'Devil status'. She really couldn't be angry at Love for the body she got, it was pretty neat in retrospect, the wings would have been neat too but.. then again being turned into a devil..
She just shrugged it off and focused on the problem at hand. Literally, the cock in her hand, held steady for the moment.

"Huh.. sure.. what kinda fight did you have in mind?" She asked, with a raised brow at the patting. The smith was kinda handsome and.. "Special gifts huh? Alright, tell me more." She encouraged, leaning back with a bit of a grin. lewdities aside, she did enjoy competition. .. although she kind of suspected it'd be lewd competition too..
"Hmnn.. " She made, leaning back, a line of saliva connecting her and the smiths cock for a brief moment. "Arm wrestling?" She smirked.

 

[Aenon]

"Arm wrestling? No..." she pointed at her armor "...there is no way you would win that."

"Regular wrestling will have to do...." she smirked, making a 'come over here' motion with her finger...she very obviously forgot to mention what the gift for winning was...but it shouldn't really matter, right? Besides, losing would be a reward by itself too....

She then craled a bit back, to allow room for Cyra to get on the bed too.

"The first one to get pinned down, or to surrender is the loser. Anything goes...and don't even try to hold back." she explained.

 

[Pervy]

"Pff, what is that some evil strength enhancing devil armor?" She chuckled.. even her old body wasn't one to be taken lightly. "Regular naked wrestling huh, not sure I get the plan.. so what do I gain if I defeat you? Also., what are the rules, seems everyone's all stuck up about those around here.." She mused.. she didn't care but she was tired of getting pushed aroudn by folks that did!

"Pinned down or surrender, huh?" She pondered. "Let's add no magic, because if I use mine you might not find it.. pleasant." She suggested, before pondering. "Then again, if those armor-bits are magical, guess I have no choice, eh?" She chuckled.
"Anyway, not sure about these rules.." She mused, twirling her hand..

(deception for a headstart.. likely a fail at 9!)

 

[Aenon]

"I think you can tell that throwing fireballs isn't considered wrestling...so you are a spellblade then? Interesting...oh." she mused, before getting stopped by Cyra's surprise start. However she didn't really get too surprised by it...

"Oh, playing dirty? I am going to pin you down..." she smirked, managing to get a good hold of Cyra's arms, and push them aside, to reveal Cyra's chest. Her strength was really something...even overpowering Cyra's new body. Not by much...but beating her would be easy.

"And I am going to hammer your pussy, till it gets molded to the shape of my cock..." she offered, before burrying her face in Cyra's breasts. Was she toying with her? Telling her not to hold back, while she was messing around? Maybe she was overconfident? Or maybe she really was stronger, and would beat, and then fuck Cyra? Well...she would fuck her anyway...what were they fighting for to begin with? Something about fucking her in any way she saw fit...that was certainly strange, wasn't it?

Still, Cyra would have to avoid distracting thoughts, if she wanted to win. Sure, it felt good how Olda was suckling on her nipple, playing around it with her sweet tongue...but she had to break free...right?

 

[Pervy]

"Ajup. I can wield magic and the sword." She winked to the well hung smith, albeit it seemed that her distractions didn't work that well.. a shame!
"You said, pin by whatever means necessary..." She grinned, innocently. She'd propably have used the same method either way admittedly..

"Hoooh.. that armor does have some enhancements, admit it.." She mused.. it seemed this smith really could offer her more than a simple slab of sharpened iron... but Cyra had to focus on the problem at hand right now!
"Uh.. oh my.. is that dirty-smith talk or err.." She chuckled, with a bit of a blush whilest struggling against the suprisingly powerful smith. Then, she blinked as the raven-hair nestled up to her breasts rather than try and defeat her.. "Huh?" She made, blushing as she noticed the smith suckling and licking at her nipples, biting her lips at the sensation.. Well, Cyra was going to get fucked by that long, impressive cock anyway.. .. as. as payment, of course!

"Ahmnn." She made, twirling to reverse the arm-hold albeit struggling with the lewd, distracting smith... .but she couldn't quite muster enough strength right now, with Olda's lewd lickings, her nipples growing hard under the teasing tongue..

(11 athletics only!)

 

[Aenon]

The blacksmith girl was certainly distracting, enjoying herself as Cyra tried to wiggle out and gain the upper hand...she hugged Cyra, and then pulled her up, making her sit on her legs, right above her cock...Cyra could feel it barely touching her...as if inviting her to give in, and let herself get fucked by it...

"Distracted? Maybe you aren't a pleasure devil after all?" Olda mused "If that's the case...hmm..."

She pulled Cyra closer to her, her hands still in an umcomfortable position, slowly but surely tiring her down. Cyra was tightly pressed against Olda's body...her own nipples pressing against hers...and her warm cock touching her from below. And to top it off, the blacksmith started nibbling on her neck, her hot breath ligtly stroking Cyra's white hair...

Maybe she should surrender? Or pretend to fight, just to keep this up a bit longer? After all...

 

[Pervy]

Olda could feel Cyra's slightly moist warmth up against her erect shaft as the paladin bit her lip,... yeah.. getting fucked by that nice cock wouldn't be all that bad.. considering all she'd done with Love so far anyway..
"I ah.. told you it's complicated. I kind of have a pleausre-devils body without the whole devilishness attached... ahmnnn!" Her eyes widened, and then she moaned out under the nibbling of her sensitive neck, shifting and purring lustfully..

Hmn.. this was nice.. and damn it, wasn't the ouctome inevitable anyway? She'd just tire herself out.. well she might as well try, no? Hmnn.. the smiths breasts against hers felt nice too.. then again, she kind of wanted a little suprise.. but she also wanted cock.. she smirked and spread her legs a little, letting herself sink onto that cock as she moaned out. "Hmnn yeees.. but aren't I technically pinning you, right now?" She grinned, lustfully, letting herself sink down on that mighty shaft slowly, whilest also trying to ride ontop of Olda and pin her.. even if that ment leaving herself.. vunerable. Who cared if she was defeated in the end, either outcome would be.. fun. Yeah.. perhaps if Olda really wanted to get wild and push her over, Cyra would just let it happen and enjoy the kinky moment.. she was still submissive at heart.

It wasn't her fault that the smith had a nice cock, that kissing her soft lips whilest feeling her prod and push at Cyra's entrance felt so good.. none of this made her a slut, definitly!

(22 athletics this time, rawr! But perhaps Olda has advantage? Cyra did kinda lose a fair bit already and she's not trying her hardest! )

 

[Aenon]

Cyra managed to free her hands from their uncomfortable position...but if she wanted to push down the blacksmith girl, she still had a long way to go.

Besides...what could she do with her free hands anyway? Would she really try to push her away...or maybe she should hug her back or something?

"Hmm...still struggling...it is inevitable, pleasure lady...I will soon make you my pleasure cock-sleeve, so you won't have to worry about complicated things..." she whispered in Cyra's ear, starting to lean towards a position that would put Cyra under her....or to be more precise pinned between her, and the bed...

However she wasn't in a hurry at all, she moved slowly but steadily, enjoying the contact of their body...yes, it also gave Cyra an opportunity to fight back...or pretend to fight back...or just surrender, and beg for her cock, like a good slut should do...it isn't like it was a secret here, right?

 

[Pervy]

"Oh my.. quite.. kinky and strong, aren't you?" Cyra cooed with a soft blush, gulping ever so slightly at Olda's tease(?). Her cheeks were flushed and her attempts at.. struggling against the smith were only half-hearted at this point. Really, why fight in this kind of situation? She would get her sword, she'd get a fun time with the lewd, but nice smith and.. well, say what you would, she was feeling rather horny, by now.

She could feel their two strong, feminine forms squeeze up against each other, smell the other woman so close to her, tinged with a hint of male arousal that made Cyra's legs weak. "Haah.. oh whatever.. hmnn alright, fuck me however you want, but you better have a real nice sword for me then." She grinned with the innuendo. It was really the smiths fault for treating her in such a lewd way and telling her these things. "Hamnn.. fuck.."

 

[Aenon]

Olda smirked at the paladin while pulling her under herself.

"Yes, I will give you a nice big sword..." she offered, rubbing her throbbing cock against Cyra, reaching to kiss her.

"So...you surrender...because you can't beat me, or because you want to get fucked, I wonder?" she asked, pulling back and reaching at a drawer at the side.

"But before that, we have to prepare you for it." she said, pulling out some manacles and manacles made of some black metal.

The chains started moving on their own...crawling with clinging sounds towards Cyra.

"Don't worry, they won't hurt you...they will just tie you nicely, and get you into the right positions..." she pointed towards the ceiling above, where Cyra would notice three hooks embedded on it.

Meanwhile, Olda fished something else from inside the drawer...a metallic buttplug...however, it looked like the metal was not solid...as if it was...breathing?

 

[Pervy]

"Oh my.. I uh.. didn't quite mean it ithat way.." She tried to argue innocently, to the handsome smith above her. She purred with those lips up against hers, feeling the smiths cock.. it was strange the woman was a human, right, yet her anatomy was so.. interesting...
"I mean, we'll fuck anyway, why struggle?" She purred. She'd been motivated a little bit by both.. but to which degree...

".. prepare me?" She asked, with a raised brow, taking the manacles.. she wasn't sure if she should be into it.. or concerned..
"W.. wait those chains can move..? I heard of devils that can do that.." But Olda wasn't one.. right? Just some magical chains? Or was she to become a chain devil? .. either way, Cyra gulped, not entirely sure how she'd feel about this..
Wait, had Olda said positions? Olda seemed to have plans.. infact, Cyra couldn't help but feel like the smith girl had been preparing, fantasizing about something like this.. she also hesitated at the idea of being prepared, her eyes glued to the buttplug. Now she wasn't scared of something like that, a little anal, with the right lubrication... something about it seemed odd. "Hooh.. I guess I'll have to earn my sword uh.. wh.. what are you planning?" She asked, somewhere between worried, curious and playful.. but as it was, she didn't fight the chains, watching them.. the woman would stick to her deal, right?

 

[Aenon]

"Huh, good guess, the devil I work for is one of those...the chains I make for her are...a bit different, however." Olda explained "Who knows, if you are unlucky you may meet her...she takes interest in humans."

Even while talking, the chains, like snakes, coiled around Cyra's body securing her in an awkward position, before floating up towards the hooks. Soon enough, Cyra was helpless, floating above Olda who was lying on the bed enjoying the spectacle while licking the buttplug.

Spoiler: Cyra's position

"He is lazy, so I got to wake him up..." she explained, and suddenly the buttplug started shaking happily!

"Ok, here we go..." the blacksmith slowly inserted the now awakened buttplug inside Cyra. The little thing immediately started wiggling inside...exploring...and becoming bigger, as it gave happy vibrations!

Olda meanwhile stood up, approaching Cyra's defenseless pussy, before giving it a kiss.

"I wonder how many cocks your owner has used in you, my darling...don't blame her however...for she is powerless to resist to the alure of a pretty cock." she consoled it.

"I will also fuck you to pieces in a while...but if I do this first, maybe you can forgive me?" she offered, giving it an other kiss and letting her tongue explore around it...

 

[Pervy]

"Hah. not human. Kinda not.. also, if she's unlucky she'll meet me!" Cyra was still confident in her own abilities... if you didn't have faith in yourself, what could you believe in. Admittedly, there'd been a few.. setbacks..
Like.. her situation right now. She eeeped and squirmed a little with the chains... it seemed the smith was kinkier than she'd given her credit for earlier! She blushed a little when the chains spread her.. rather revealingly before Olda.

"Wait.. what he?" She asked, furrowing her brows before...
Was Olda talking to the buttplug? She didn't know hell had such kinky things, perhaps the place wasn't all bad..
Gah! That's prolly the devil-corrupted body of yours talking!

"Uh... w.. woah hold on there.. ooh!" She gasped, blinking in suprise as she felt the seemingly alive buttplug wiggle and expand within her, shifting a little with a jiggling of chains, but helpless to escape the creature expanding.. filling her rather thoughoutly. "Uh.. wh.. who are you talking to..." Cyra blush-complained at the pussy-whispering smith.. "Th.. that's not.." She gulped at the kiss.. something about the smiths approach making her sex grow all warm and puffy and relaxed, moistening up and twitching a little under Olda's approach.. perhaps part of that was the butt-plug spreading in Cyra.
"Oh.. haamnn.." She exhaled softly, feeling herself moisten up under Olda's attention, her soft pink folds relaxing and unfolding under the lewd foreplay, twitching warmly, wetly, unfolding invitingly under the smiths kisses.
"Wh.. what are you doing, that's kinda weird.. also, technically, I guess this is a new body so uh.." She shifted, looking at the smith emberassed... not like she could do much here, restrained as she was!

 

[Aenon]

"You have to prepare the metal before you start hammering it. Now hush, don't interrupt my conversation with her." she scolded Cyra, before turning back to her pussy. "Don't mind her, she is just jealous..." she whispered closing in, with her hot breath washing over it.

She then kissed it again and again, her tongue slowly but steadily advancing deeper. However Cyra was not able to pay very close attention...because the buttplug behind her had finally finished crawling deeper, and started playfully wiggling around,expanding as it could...it was hurting a bit, but for some unnatural reason, the pain was drowned in a feeling of pleasure...was it her body that did that, or the creature?

Olda raised up her hand, and started stroking Cyra's belly...and it was then that Cyra realized that she had a small bulge there! The creature inside her got excited by the stroking, trying even harder, and expanding even more...

"It seems that he likes you...usually it just wiggles a bit and then goes back to sleep. Don't worry, it will get out once he gets bored..." Olda assured her, before going back to pleasuring her pussy...not mentioning at all how long that would take.

 

[Pervy]

"Uh.. I get the smith analogy bu.. but stop talking to my .. it it's weird!" Cyra refused the hushing with a deepening blush, biting her lips.. this was so odd,... she was beginning to feel like a piece of metal the smith was working on, and her pussy responded quite marvelously, opening up and drooling, happy for the attention it was getting in wet kisses. Nice and open and drooling for the smith giving the pussy.. and not its owner.. so much nice attention. Cyra, meanwhile, had her eyes widening in another distraction, silencing her protests.. that lewd butt-plug was spreading further.. wasn't it done yet? It felt kinda of painful.. but that too felt good... hmnn if she relaxed, perhaps it'd expand more? "Haah.. I.. I'm not jealous of my pussy! What are you even talking about..." She complained half heartedly.

"Oaaah.. wha.. what's it doing.. ooh.." She moaned out, biting her lips, .. she could feel her ass pulling that weird buttplug deeper into her.. it felt violating, as it wiggled so deep within her, it hurt a little, yet it wsa so pleasurable, moreso when Olda petted her slightly raised belly... it was so weird, hanging there like a piece of meat being prepared..
"Ohmnn s.. aaah.. it's wiggling so deeep in meee.." Cyra moaned out, but hanging there, there was nothing she could do but relax her bottom, let the creature wiggle a little deeper into her, whilest her sex was there, open and happy for the attention it was getting, twitching out its wet love nectar with happy enthusiasm, whilest Cyra helplessly watched her belly expanding.

 

[Aenon]

The creature felt Cyra's acceptance, and started working with renewed vigor...really, it would expand as much as it could, and then some more.

~~~

"Hmm...I think we reached an agreement." Olda offered, after sucking out Cyra's love fluids "However your expression looks so nice. I have an other idea..." she said, lying down right below Cyra.

"Lower her slowly on my cock" she ordered, and the chains indeed, started bringing Cyra down...until she finally her pussy was right above Olda's cock.

Olda then extended her hands, and touching Cyra's enormous belly, she moved her body at the right place to ensure a smooth entry...

"You have been looking forward for this, haven't you? Well, you do have to pay for your sword...so here is what will happen." she explained, as the chaines lowered Cyra even more, letting the rock-hard cock push with ease in her wet snatch.

"Ah...at last...yes. I want you to show me some willingness...you are strong enough, you should be able to move your body to please us both, even when tied like this...can't you?" the lewd blacksmith smirked. Of course, Cyra's movements were as restricted as they were before...even more now that she was having a full belly, with a weird creature pleasing her from the inside...

 

[Pervy]

"Gmnaaaah.." Cyra groaned, feeling the creatures expansion.. but a perverted part of her loved the sensation.... her bottom felt so.. full.. just what was this creature that the lewd smith had for her? Hmnn.. it took her so completely when she relaxed... so she'd do that..

"A.. agreement'?" She asked, her pussy twitching slightly in anticipation as Cyra watched the smith lie down, before blushing in anticipation with the slight rattling of chains, lowering her above the smith in a.. provocative position, her warm wetness inviting Olda's shaft to come and visit her depths.
"Haah.. aah.. move myself? N.. not sure I can.." She blushed and gulped and squirmed in those chains, her pussy rocking ever so slightly up against that hard shaft, greedily trying to suckle Olda's length into her depths, squeezing and massaging her wantonly..

"Haah.. hamn.. I.. I can't.." She insisted.. she felt so full.. struggling in her restraints, her pussy weeping her emberassed eagerness upon the smiths hard shaft. she felt so helpless, with the creature filling her and the smith teasing her folds, but she loved it nonetheless, .. although she could do little more than squirm in the tightly binding chains..

 

[Aenon]

The blacksmith watched the spectacle for a while, enjoying Cyra's struggle...however it seemed that she was also running out of patience.

"I guess that is enough...what can I do, since you can't do that, I guess I will have to get something from the bin with the rusty swords..." she chuckled "Oh don't look me like that, I am joking."

"Tie her to the bed..." she ordered, moving to the side, to let the chains move Cyra to a new position...not very different than the previous one - except this time she was lying on the bed.

Now she could really appreciate the new size of her belly...how could the little metal thing even expand so much? How could she even endure it? However, Olda didn't give her the time to ponder on those questions. She approached her, smiling.

"It is time to fuck you silly...to give your pussy the shape of my cock, like I promised..." she said, as she slowly invaded Cyra.

"I hope you are ready." she whispered, as she started thrusting her. Slowly...and gradually picking up speed.

Her belly danced along, following the blacksmith's relentless hammering...