You are relieved to see Ceinwyn’s face as she steps inside. A moment later, you blush – she’s wearing a translucent nightgown which clings tightly to the swell of her breasts. You can faintly see the pink of her nipples through the fabric, and the dark patch of her pubic hair. In one hand she holds a wine bottle.
“I thought we should have a nightcap,” she says, pouring two cups. She sits on the edge of the bed beside you and hands you one. “Hans, I really haven’t thanked you properly for rescuing me from those goblins. After all,” she adds as you drink, “you saved my body, so now it’s yours to use as you see fit.”
Her casual, matter of fact tone stuns you as much as her words. Suddenly, you’re rock hard. Ignoring your shocked reaction, she tries to take a sip of her wine, but ends up spilling it down her nightgown’s open cleavage. “Oops,” she says unconvincingly, pulling the hem down to expose her firm breasts. “Well, Hans dear, you’d better not waste the wine.” She lifts one wine-stained tit up.
You dive for it, licking across it, delighting in the sweet wine and the taste of her. Some part of you says something’s wrong, but her scent filling your nostrils makes you ignore it, tearing off her dress to get at the rest of the wine. As she lies back on the bed your tongue follows a red rivulet across her stomach, to where it has mingled with the wetness that fills her shaved pussy. You devour her hungrily.
She wasn’t shaved, a part of you says, and you didn’t save her from the goblins. But she moans ecstatically and you don’t care, roughly thrusting into her. As you pound her hard, spending your seed as she cries out in climax, you realise that the woman writhing in front of you isn’t Ceinwyn, but Kiraea.
But, you realise you don’t care. You’re glad you used the elf bitch. Your only regret is that you haven’t used the hot little druid as well, either now or when the slut all but threw herself at you at the stream. She’s probably a virgin, and the thought of taking her makes you want to cry out with desire.
“Mmm…” Kiraea reaches down and dips her fingers into her, coating them with a mix of your cum and her cunt juices, and strokes them across her breast to add the flavour of the last of the wine before licking them clean. “The love spell works best when it’s drunk, but I love the way it makes the skin tingle.” She glances at you, seeing you’re still hard. “Go on. This house is full of rich, sweet pussy. Make sure you give that stuck up bitch Dasille what she deserves. And I bet my sweet, innocent little sister Tri’lanna hasn’t given herself to you thoroughly. Make sure you use her ass. It’d be good if you could knock them both up.”
As you stand there, naked, Kiraea’s words sound like damn good ideas. |