Don’t you fucking say it!
“Sure, Gronk,” I sneered deviously from below his shaft, “but I get the feeling that you just want an excuse to cross swords with your friend.”
“Maybe I’ll fence with Hacksaw right now,” he growled, and plunged deep into my throat. I took him easily, swallowed until he was practically whimpering, then withdrew with an evil grin.
“Yeah,” I snarled, “tastes just like faggot.”
“Holy shit!” Flendian laughed as my hand rand covetously along his length, “Where did Astrid go? This cannot be the same woman!”
“No,” Mistress smiled into my eyes as she ran her hands up the curves of my writhing body, “she’s not.”
“I am still me,” I practically growled the words as Hacksaw drove his final thrusts into my ruined gape, “nothing has changed! I haven’t changed!”
But you have, my conscience grimly spoke, because valkyries can’t lie, and you just did.
“You’re no good at lying, Astrid,” Mistress moaned as she gripped my breasts, “but it’s interesting to hear you try.”
“No…” I whimpered, feeling the horror of it mixing with the mind-breaking pleasure, “no… I can’t speak untruths.”
“I guess truth is a funny thing,” Mistress smirked as she pinched her fingers about my erect nipples, and twisted, “it means different things to different people. Do you want Gronk and Flendian to fuck you in the ass?”
“Yes!” I croaked as Hacksaw gripped my hips in a vice-hold, his hands so large that is thumbs connected around the small of my back.
“That was honest,” Mistress giggled as she twisted and pulled, stretching my jiggling breasts to conical points, sending wonderful stings into my chest. “Do you want Hacksaw to come inside your virgin shithole?”
“Yes!” I shrieked as the half-giant’s thrusts became more and more violent, ripping my prolapsed anus from my body with each pull, and forcing it back inside with each impaling thrust. “Great Creators, I want his seed inside me! I want to be overflowing with it!”
“I don’t know much about the Iona Guard oaths,” Mistress smiled, still twisting and pulling, still torturing me with delightful agony, “but I seem to remember you saying that putting yourself beneath another for pleasure is a big no-no. Is enjoying getting gangraped in front of an entire brothel against your rules, or is there an exception to that?”
“It is disgraceful!” I shrieked, my chest jutting forward, my hips pushing desperately behind me, trying to take every inch of Hacksaw and Mistress that I could. “I am a disgrace to my order!”
“It doesn’t sound like you’re too broken-up about it,” Mistress laughed, torquing the succulent flesh of my breasts into spiraling creases of mammary fat. “Why don’t you abandon your honor, cast out your old self, and join me completely? There’s no shame if you have no shame.”
“No,” I said, my voice breaking as my climax began to roil in my depths, loosening the taut strings of my sanity. “I will stay myself, and I will save you. I will come back from this defeat.”
“There’s no coming back from this,” Mistress said. She released my breasts, wrapped her hands around my throat, and matched Hacksaw’s fervent pace. The two of them tore through my insides with wanton abandon, and I screamed higher and higher, my choked voice echoing in the brothel over the cheers of my audience. I basked in their attention; spreading my wings wide, arching my back, raising my head to the ceiling as Mistress’s fingers constricted my curved-back throat. Watch me, I thought, much to the dismay of my conscience, fill your eyes with my angelic depravity. You’ve never seen anything like me before. I grinded atop Mistress and Hacksaw as I readied the men at my sides, my lustful strokes becoming urgent pulls as the pleasure burned into my mind. My rectum convulsed with spasms, twitching pathetically in its prolapsed state, clinging tightly to the man sodomizing me. My pussy frothed around Mistress’s ramming member, my petals glistening and swollen between my legs, my womanly channel clenching with the sporadic jolts of euphoria. The feelings culminated together, expanding within me, growing more and more intense, breaking my body and mind. My eyes rolled back in my head, my tongue hung loosely in my mouth, my figure writhed and shifted in simple reaction, no longer controlled by any sort of rationality, but enslaved to the perverse whims of my lust.
I may break all of my oaths, I thought through my screams, through my ecstasy, through my corrupting mind, I may betray everything I stand for, but I will save you, Willowbud. I will find a way. I clung to that thought as I abandoned the vows of my order, and gave in to the depravity of my flesh. Only for now, I told myself, you will come back to yourself after this is over; you haven’t changed.
I lied to myself again.
TERA
I held Brandon’s arm as we walked down the narrow backstreets of Drastin. The buildings loomed over us, encasing us in the darkness of their shadows, never allowing the sun to shine against the cobblestones. I suspected my contact lived in this part of the city for that exact reason. We were definitely in the seedier part of town. Goblins and orcs strolled around in bands, the crazies hugged the shadows, and an ancient ogre prophesized the end times from his pulpit of crates. Brandon gulped nervously at my side, and I looked up at him with a fond smile. I felt a little guilty about trying to enslave him, but I couldn’t pass up on the opportunity. I had hoped that once I got my claws in him, he’d misinterpret his lustful devotion as love and bind with me, but he was too strong for me to take. After what I’d attempted, I doubted Brandon would ever bind with me, but I still wanted to be with him. Whatever Brandon did, wherever he went, history would be made, and I wanted to be a part of it. The world was standing on the precipice of either something great, or something terrible, and Brandon needed friends like me to guide him to the better path. Besides that, I quite liked the boy. He was funny, awkward in an endearing way, and great in bed. Even after three days, I still walked with a slight limp; a constant reminder of Brandon’s wonderful version of divine retribution. I rested my head on his shoulder, and stared up at him with adoring eyes.
“What?” Brandon asked, wearing a nervous smile. He tried to appear casual and confident, but he moved with all the grace of a sodomized giraffe. The city really was not for him.
“I was just thinking about Justina,” I said with a sad smile. “I had hoped you’d be her first, but it seems she’s too impatient.”
“I’m not doing anything with her until Angela’s out of her head.”
“You humans are so prudish about incest,” I smiled. “It’s completely normal in many races.”
“It might be normal for sex-fiends like you,” Brandon smirked down at me, “but it is not natural.”
“Yes, it is!” I insisted, “If you raise a family of dogs, cats, or any other manner of beasts, the brothers and the sisters will grow up, and they’ll mate with one another one-hundred percent of the time.”
“And then half their children will be born retarded,” Brandon countered, “and the other half will be sterile.”
“You know,” I smiled coyly as we rounded another corner, “when you make Angela a body, you’re going to have to make every part of it. You’re going to spend pain-staking hours working on each little detail of her pretty little pussy. If you want, you can model it after mine; then you won’t have to imagine what it’s like to be inside of her.”
“You’re fucking disgusting,” Brandon grumbled, though he was grinning.
“Oh, you know I am,” I smirked back, pressing my body deeper to his.
We stopped at the end of an alleyway, where a studded-iron wood door stood blandly against a stone wall. To most, it would seem an unimportant feature of an unimportant dead-end, but a knowing eye would spot the spiraled symbol carved into the flagstone next to the door. I drew my dagger, cut a thin line into the tip of my forefinger, and then let the blood drip onto the blood gemstone. The door opened with a foreboding creak, and a pair of crimson eyes peered at us from the dark.
“Tera Autumnsong,” a soft feminine voice whispered from the shadows, “I was delighted to get your message; I was wondering if I’d ever see you again.”
“Gloria,” I smiled, “it’s been too long.”
“Indeed, it has,” Gloria Titus said, flashing a smile that gleamed white in the darkness, displaying a set of sharp fangs, “and you brought me dinner, how kind.”
“Unfortunately, no,” I said, patting Brandon’s arm comfortingly before he pissed himself.
“Keeping this one for yourself, hmm?” Gloria replied, her red eyes searching me. “You certainly look well-fed.”
“He’s delicious,” I smirked, “but he’s not mine.”
“No, I see that now.” Gloria said, her gaze gleaming hungrily in the dark, studying the terrified god on my shoulder. “So, he’s not your dinner, and he’s not mine, and you brought him all the way from…” sniffing sounds wafted from the darkness as the vampire took Brandon into her nostrils, “…wheat, barley, cow shit… Towerhead? You still live in that shithole?”
“Hey!” Brandon exclaimed, “That’s my home you’re talking about!”
“And it’s a shithole,” Gloria responded, her red eyes narrowing, causing Brandon to shrink back, “but Tera’s never wasted my time before, so she must have a good reason for bringing a hillbilly to my doorstep. Come in, both of you.”
I dragged Brandon with me through the threshold, and the door promptly slammed behind us, the clang of the metal latch punctuating the sudden sound. Gloria was as stunning as she’d always been. She had the most pronounced cheekbones I’d ever seen, and they structured a face of gothic beauty. Full, blood-red lips matched the hue of her almond-shaped eyes and contrasted the unnatural paleness of her youthful complexion. Her dark eyebrows seemed to constantly bow inwardly, giving her portrait a menacing expression. Jet-black hair tumbled from her crown in luxuriant curls, and rested upon her narrow shoulders, framing a pale bosom that was barely contained in her corset. The rest of her body bowed in equal gracefulness beneath a tight-fitting skirt, her voluptuous outline matching my own curve-for-curve, with her breasts gaining a slight edge. You would never know that the vampire was three-thousand years old by the youth of her body, but by the aged wisdom in her perpetually-hungry eyes.
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