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Re: Trapped in the Underdark - In Character
Dasyra
Chapel
Tag: Ventus
"Yes! I admit it! Show me off as your wife and your slave! Hahhaaha!" Dasyra laughed, her face one of haunting carnal ecstasy as her mistress slammed her body into her, rocking her body with each powerful thrust. Following her daring kiss, and the compliment of her new voice, the ghoulish ranger made certain to vocalize her moans. She had little need to emphasize it, for such was Ventus' unholy vigor, that her plowing of the new bride was quickly overwhelming Dasyra's senses.
Nodding numbly at Ventus' order, Dasyra shifted her freshly fucked and dripping body down onto the chapel floor and placed her hands and knees upon the layer of frost that coated the floor, not feeling the cold as much as she had before when she'd entered this chapel alive. She looked over her shoulder and with a timid look in her red misted eyes, inched her ass slightly higher and spread her legs a bit more to allow Ventus easier access to her already well-worked pussy.
The leash formed again and pulled the elf's head up, and her body was pulled into a very obedient, pitifully embarrassing posture, waiting for her mistress to have her way with her body.
Unsure if she had received the reward or the punishment, but choosing to think of it as the former, Dasyra felt her undead flesh ripple and her breasts sway under the rapid pumping of Ventus' hips, her cock ramming home and her heavy balls slapping into the soft flesh between her thighs.
As Ventus spoke, Dasyra did her best to listen, but the sweet motions of Ventus' hard, girthy shaft sliding down her walls, slamming into her g-spot and capping it off with hard spanks to her backside was sending Dasyra over the edge. As Ventus reveled in the fact that she was finally able to subjugate an elf maiden freely and without reservation, Dasyra came. She came hard, and her voice moaned loudly, echoing throughout the chapel as her vaginal walls tightened and milked the deathknight's member even more.
"Oh... yes... yess.... submitting to my... unnh... beautiful mistress.... mmmh!" Clenching her teeth, the ranger collected herself and redoubled her efforts to push back into the deathknight, cooing with every slap of her ass followed by negative energy renewing her undead strength and helping to recover from the power of Ventus' painful, yet pleasurable strikes.
"E-embarrassing? I'm...I'm addicted to you... I'd d-do anything for you. I... I like this... I like it so ... ahh.... so much..."
Dasyra trembled violently from feeling so exposed and so overcome with her mixed feelings of love and submissive lust, a willingness and a desire to be given pleasure and pain in equal measure as a reward. The elf had her mistress - her wife - and she was divinely bound to her through Evening Glory.
"Your desire is my pleasure, Mistress... You can have the elven companionship you've wanted since... before even the lich cursed you... since you took up the name Ventus... Evening Glory meant for me to be yours... it's why she showed me who you truly were... and still are."
Dasyra sighed and cooed as Ventus came in her once more, and responded with her own happy second orgasm, her body feeling like it was coming unknotted and melting into her mistress as the deathknight lay down upon her, pressing her muscular form on her back and covering her protectively and possessively.
"Honestly, mistress, I'm looking forward to it. To the training, and to the opportunity to show you my devotion. I mean it... you don't have to hesitate. Not with me. I'll help you rule this realm and any other you desire, and I'll be by your side, a lesser undead serving a greater. My sweet mistress.~"
The ranger nuzzled the deathknight, her extended tongue snaking up and licking the chin of her mistress, seeking another kiss.
Dasyra
Chapel
Tag: Ventus
"Yes! I admit it! Show me off as your wife and your slave! Hahhaaha!" Dasyra laughed, her face one of haunting carnal ecstasy as her mistress slammed her body into her, rocking her body with each powerful thrust. Following her daring kiss, and the compliment of her new voice, the ghoulish ranger made certain to vocalize her moans. She had little need to emphasize it, for such was Ventus' unholy vigor, that her plowing of the new bride was quickly overwhelming Dasyra's senses.
Nodding numbly at Ventus' order, Dasyra shifted her freshly fucked and dripping body down onto the chapel floor and placed her hands and knees upon the layer of frost that coated the floor, not feeling the cold as much as she had before when she'd entered this chapel alive. She looked over her shoulder and with a timid look in her red misted eyes, inched her ass slightly higher and spread her legs a bit more to allow Ventus easier access to her already well-worked pussy.
The leash formed again and pulled the elf's head up, and her body was pulled into a very obedient, pitifully embarrassing posture, waiting for her mistress to have her way with her body.
Unsure if she had received the reward or the punishment, but choosing to think of it as the former, Dasyra felt her undead flesh ripple and her breasts sway under the rapid pumping of Ventus' hips, her cock ramming home and her heavy balls slapping into the soft flesh between her thighs.
As Ventus spoke, Dasyra did her best to listen, but the sweet motions of Ventus' hard, girthy shaft sliding down her walls, slamming into her g-spot and capping it off with hard spanks to her backside was sending Dasyra over the edge. As Ventus reveled in the fact that she was finally able to subjugate an elf maiden freely and without reservation, Dasyra came. She came hard, and her voice moaned loudly, echoing throughout the chapel as her vaginal walls tightened and milked the deathknight's member even more.
"Oh... yes... yess.... submitting to my... unnh... beautiful mistress.... mmmh!" Clenching her teeth, the ranger collected herself and redoubled her efforts to push back into the deathknight, cooing with every slap of her ass followed by negative energy renewing her undead strength and helping to recover from the power of Ventus' painful, yet pleasurable strikes.
"E-embarrassing? I'm...I'm addicted to you... I'd d-do anything for you. I... I like this... I like it so ... ahh.... so much..."
Dasyra trembled violently from feeling so exposed and so overcome with her mixed feelings of love and submissive lust, a willingness and a desire to be given pleasure and pain in equal measure as a reward. The elf had her mistress - her wife - and she was divinely bound to her through Evening Glory.
"Your desire is my pleasure, Mistress... You can have the elven companionship you've wanted since... before even the lich cursed you... since you took up the name Ventus... Evening Glory meant for me to be yours... it's why she showed me who you truly were... and still are."
Dasyra sighed and cooed as Ventus came in her once more, and responded with her own happy second orgasm, her body feeling like it was coming unknotted and melting into her mistress as the deathknight lay down upon her, pressing her muscular form on her back and covering her protectively and possessively.
"Honestly, mistress, I'm looking forward to it. To the training, and to the opportunity to show you my devotion. I mean it... you don't have to hesitate. Not with me. I'll help you rule this realm and any other you desire, and I'll be by your side, a lesser undead serving a greater. My sweet mistress.~"
The ranger nuzzled the deathknight, her extended tongue snaking up and licking the chin of her mistress, seeking another kiss.