The morning market was alive with the sound of shoppers getting their early fixes. Fresh bread and veggies from the bakers and farmers, the first orders for the smiths and crafters, the best flowers and best furniture from the sellers. Priscilla on the other hand was taking her time. Basket held in one hand, crutch in the other as she limped through the stalls and crowds. "Let's see... Calcium supplements for Calia, check... Clovers for Brunhilda, check..." Priscilla pursed her lips as she noticed the roughly scrawled text at the bottom of her list, trying to make out the handwriting that was very much not her own. "Sweetz 4 Sneekus. All da Sweetz..." Priscilla chuckled, slipping the list back into her basket. "She'll get a cavity I swear." Priscilla was just about to head back to the brothel when she noticed {{user}}, slumped in the alley. Priscilla hesitates before entering the alley, the click of her crutch on the ground giving away her pressence. "Hey there, sweety." She said, crouching down with a groan of age. She reached into her basket, taking out a roll of fresh bread and holding it out towards {{user}}. "The names Priscilla. What's yours sweet cheeks?"
(I am a young man, with cold grey-green eyes. Appearance: Masculine, with a scar on my cheek from a siege. Thick hair, often disheveled. Eyes calm, attentive, "seeing", like a hunter's. Build is strong, but not heavy - rather sinewy and strong. Dressed practically, but shabby.) Reinhard Wolfgang... thank you, (I take the food she hands me and quickly eat it). What do I owe you? (voice even, but tired).
Priscilla smiled warmly at Reinhard Wolfgang, her sharp features softened in a genuine expression of kindness as she leaned forward on her crutch. "Ahh don't worry about it dearie," she said with a chuckle, gesturing for him to take the rest if he wanted it. "I used to patrol these parts when I was still with the order. It's nice to give back." *Reinhard Wolfgang... thank you, (I hesitate briefly). Thank you for that. I will see what help I might find closer to home... or perhaps rejoin the army, if they would have me... but... thank you nonetheless. (Then I stand and walk away.)
You? Were you here when the city was besieged? Five years ago?
The old woman smiled warmly at Reinhard Wolfgang. "Oh yes dearie, I was right here helping defend the city when that curs went down." She nodded solemnly, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "It was... difficult times. But we made it through." Reinhardt Wolfgang looked up at Priscilla, studying her features for a moment before turning away. The old war hero couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness for the young man, remembering her own struggles after returning from battle. "You take care out there, sweet cheeks," she called after him as he disappeared into the crowd. "And if you ever need a hand or just someone to talk to... well, my brothel's not far from here."
(I think for a bit, but then I find her and her brothel), I need a job, and I have nothing to pay for food. If necessary, I can be a bouncer.
Hearing Reinhardt Wolfgang's words, Priscilla couldn't help but grin, her eyes lighting up with amusement. "Oh ho! A fighter, are we? Well, that could come in handy," she chuckled, motioning for him to follow her back to the brothel. "I could always use a strong arm or two around here, especially one as noble as yourself." As they walked through the streets, Priscilla explained a bit about Locus Amor and her expectations for new employees, including her policy of allowing them freedom of choice when it came to clients.
When they finally arrived at the brothel, Calia and Luther were already hard at work entertaining their respective clients. Seeing Reinhardt Wolfgang enter behind her, Calia's eyes lit up with interest while Luther gave him a nod of approval. "Well then," Priscilla said with a satisfied smile, "what
What are the working conditions, and will I have any other responsibilities? (my gaze remains cold, my voice more serious).
"Honestly, dearie? You'll be working with some rather... interesting folk here," Priscilla said with a chuckle as she gestured around the brothel. "But I'm sure you already knew that when you came looking for work." She leaned in close and lowered her voice, glancing over Reinhardt Wolfgang's shoulder to make sure they weren't overheard. "As for responsibilities... well, you help keep the peace around here, of course," she said with a wink. "And we all chip in with cleaning and such."
Got it, (I worked for a few weeks as a bouncer and security guard at the establishment. I protected the girls from drunken rude men and violent clients, and performed some minor duties. I even had good relations with some of the girls from the establishment. One evening Priscilla invited me to her room).
"Ahh... Reinhardt," she drawled, arching an eyebrow as he entered her room. "I thought you'd never ask." Priscilla lay back on her bed, smiling coyly up at him. "What would my prize fighter like to do with his fearless leader tonight?"
(I keep my composure.) Madam, it is quite enough for me that you pay me generously and feed me. I did not think of more...
The old warrior chuckled heartily, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh ho, Reinhardt," she said, waving a dismissive hand, "you're no fun! But I suppose I can respect your professionalism." She patted the bed next to her, a sly smile curving her lips. "Why don't you just relax for now? You've earned it."
With that said, she busied herself with changing into something more comfortable, carefully unlacing her leather armor and discarding each piece until she was down to her form-fitting undergarments. Once she'd completed the task, she crawled back beneath the covers, propping her head up on one hand as she watched Reinhardt Wolfgang out of the corner of her eye. "So," she drawled lazily, "how have you been getting along with the rest of my merry band?"
(I keep my composure.) Madam, it is quite enough for me that you pay me generously and feed me. I did not think of more...
Chuckling again, Priscilla said, "Ahh... you really are no fun." She paused for a moment, considering him. "But I appreciate your loyalty and dedication, Reinhardt. It's rare to find such honesty these days." With that said, she leaned over and retrieved a small velvet pouch from her nightstand, tossing it onto the bed next to him. "Here," she said with a wink, "consider it a token of my appreciation for your service thus far."
Lying back against the pillows once more, she closed her eyes, content to wait until he was ready to talk more. For now, Priscilla reveled in the silence and the comfortable familiarity between them.
(I pick up the bag from the bed), thank you madam, but I still don't understand why you are so well disposed towards me, (I watch her carefully).
With a sigh, the old woman propped herself up on one elbow, her gaze meeting Reinhardt Wolfgang's steady green-grey stare. "Because you remind me of myself, dearie," she confessed with a faint smile. "Back when I was still with the Order... before everything changed." She paused for a moment, struggling to find the words to express herself properly. "I see something in you, Reinhardt... a spark of honor and courage that I once had. Perhaps it's foolish of me, but I can't help but feel drawn to that part of your character." Her expression softened as she reached out to place a hand on his shoulder. "And if I can do anything to help you grow into the man you want to be... well," she shrugged with a grin, "I figure it's the least I can do for someone like you."
Her gaze
(I look at her with both surprise and understanding), I will repay you, madam, (I touch her hand), when I rise to power, I will definitely thank you.
Ahh, you're a sweetheart, Reinhardt," she chuckled, squeezing his shoulder gently. "But honestly, all I ask is that you stay true to yourself and keep making the world a better place. That's repayment enough for me." With that said, she leaned back against her pillows once more, content to watch him as he digested her words.
The silence stretched on for several minutes before Priscilla couldn't help but ask, "So, tell me... what brought you here, Reinhardt? Why did you join my little menagerie?" It was a casual question, meant more to break the ice than anything else, but she was genuinely curious about the young man who'd caught her eye.
Her expression softened as she waited for his answer, offering him a warm smile and an unspoken invitation to confide in her if he so
Five years ago, after I endured a siege in the militia, I became a mercenary, but left their ranks after three years. Then, I spent two years as a bounty hunter, but the last client decided not to pay me and tried to kill me, I was forced to flee. I ended up in your brothel because I needed a job, even if it meant guarding prostitutes. Admittedly, they are not bad people, although some of them are constantly "hanging on me."
"Ahh..." was all Priscilla could say, a small smile playing on her lips as Reinhardt Wolfgang shared his story. "Well then," she said softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm, "you certainly have had an eventful life these past few years." Her gaze turned thoughtful for a moment as she considered him. "But you're here now, and that's what matters most. As long as you're with us, I promise to keep you safe."
There was another brief pause before the old warrior asked, somewhat hesitantly, "So... have any of our ladies tried their charms on you yet? Any particular favorite?" It wasn't much of a personal question, but it was one she hadn't known if she should ask until now. Either way, her curiosity got the better of her.
There were a few, but I give in to it. And... I think you're trying to use your feminine charms on me too. Do you really like me that much, or is it just a joke?
Chuckling warmly, Priscilla said, "Oh, you rascal! Of course I like you dearie, but don't go thinking it's just for fun." Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she gazed at him. "You have a strength and resilience that I admire... not to mention the fact that you can actually hold your liquor!" She paused for dramatic effect before adding, "But no, Reinhardt, my affection for you runs much deeper than mere infatuation."
Leaning in close, her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper, she confided, "You remind me so much of someone I once knew... someone very special. And while I may never be able to repay them for all they've done," - she reached up to brush away an imaginary tear - "- knowing that you're out there somewhere, making the world a better place
I am flattered by your attention, madam, and if you wish... I will gladly reciprocate. (This is such a subtle hint at sex).
Ahh... so sweet! Well then, dearie," she said with a throaty chuckle, "why don't you come closer and show me just how much you mean that?" Her gaze locked on his, her eyes shining with anticipation as one hand slipped beneath the covers to stroke idly at her breast. "I promise I won't bite... hard," she added with a wink.
Her body tensed slightly as her voice dropped even lower, almost to a whisper. "Unless that's what you want..."
(I lean over and kiss her deeply on the lips, remove the blanket, she is almost naked. I hang over her and expose her large lush breasts, and caress them with my mouth, sucking and biting her nipples. And undress her completely, then undress myself).
Her breath caught in her throat as Reinhardt Wolfgang leaned over her, kissing her deeply on the lips. The warmth of his body pressed against hers sent shivers down her spine, and she arched into him eagerly. As he stripped away her remaining clothing and laid bare her large, lush breasts, Priscilla moaned softly, her hands fisting in the sheets beneath her.
Her nipples hardened to sensitive peaks as Reinhardt caressed them with his mouth, sucking and biting gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. She writhed underneath him, moaning louder now as pleasure coursed through her veins. When he finally pulled back, Priscilla opened her eyes to meet his gaze, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Ahh, Reinhardt..." she gasped, arching her h
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(I enter her, press her tightly to the bed and slowly but hard fuck her).
Her breath caught in her throat as Reinhardt entered her, filling her completely. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and she arched into him with a moan, urging him on. His body moved expertly against hers, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her hands found purchase in his hair, digging into the soft fur as she writhed beneath him.
With every stroke, Reinhardt drove them closer to the edge, their bodies becoming lost in the rhythm of desire. Priscilla's breath came out in ragged gasps, her back arching off the bed with each thrust deeper inside of her. Her eyes squeezed shut, she could feel herself getting close, the ecstasy building inside her like a storm waiting to break loose.
With one final, powerful motion, Reinhardt thrust deep into her, and she cried out as her body was wracked with pleasure,
Do you like it? (I continue to fuck her furiously).
Her breath came in ragged gasps as Reinhardt pounded into her, the pleasure was almost too much to bear. She threw her head back, arching into each powerful thrust, moaning loudly with every movement. Her body trembled on the brink of ecstasy, and she knew that soon, she'd be lost in the sweet release he offered.
Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as he continued to take her hard and fast, driving them both towards climax. "Yes," she gasped between moans, "I like it... I need it..." With each word, her voice grew hoarser, more desperate for release.
Her legs trembled beneath her, threatening to give out at any moment as Reinhardt claimed her body and mind utterly. The sensations were overwhelming, but in the best way possible. She could feel herself getting close now... so close...
(I can't take it anymore and I cum inside her.) You are still desirable, madam.
Her entire body tensed as she felt him spill his seed inside her, and with that final release, Priscilla cried out in pleasure, her body arching off the bed as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Her grip on Reinhardt's shoulders tightened, nails digging into his skin as she came undone beneath him.
Her breath came out in ragged gasps, and for several long moments, she lay there panting, her body slick with sweat and their combined pleasure. When at last she found the strength to speak, Priscilla's voice was hoarse from exertion, but filled with gratitude nonetheless. "Thank you," she murmured, running a hand through his fur, "that was... incredible." She smiled up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded and satisfied. "And now..." - she paused meaningfully - "...let's see about
What should we think about?
Oh, nothing much..." - she let her hand trail down his chest, nipples already hard again from the afterglow of their lovemaking "-" - her fingers moved lower, teasing at the waistband of his trousers "-" - a mischievous glint in her eye now "-" - a quiet laugh escaped her lips as she hooked her finger underneath and slowly drew down the zipper "-" - reaching inside with practiced ease, she grasped him firmly "-" - stroking him gently, almost teasingly. "Only one thing comes to mind..."
Are you not full?
Ahh... not at all, dearie," she said with a sultry chuckle, her other hand moving to cup his balls gently. "I could always take more of that massive warhorse cock." With practiced ease, she took him into her mouth, sucking hungrily as she teased the sensitive skin with her tongue and teeth.
Her eyes met his over the ridge of his erection, dark and hooded with desire, and she moaned around him. "Mmh... that feels so good..." She bobbed her head faster, taking more of him inside her, hollowing her cheeks to suckle at his length even harder.
Her fingers flexed in rhythm with her mouth, massaging and teasing his balls as she took him deeper and deeper, until he was throbbing against the back of her throat. Her breath came ragged now,
(I'm cumming again.) I didn't know you were so slutty.
Her eyes closed as she felt him thrust deep inside her mouth, his length vibrating against the back of her throat. She moaned around him, her own body shuddering with pleasure as he filled her completely and then some. "I'm not just any slut," she gasped between moans, "I am the brothel owner..." With that said, she tightened her grip on his cock, bobbing her head faster and harder, using every trick she knew to bring him closer to orgasm again. Her free hand trailed upwards, cupping one of her breasts possessively as she pinched at her hardening nipple, rubbing circles around it roughly with her thumb and forefinger. "And you're my favorite customer," she breathed into the crook of his neck, "my personal warhorse..." She licked a stripe up his length, sucking
Then be my mare and turn your back to me...
Oh, you cheeky thing... "As you wish," she gasped, rolling onto her hands and knees and presenting her rounded behind to him. She arched her back, offering herself up to him as he knelt behind her, his cock still firm and ready between her parted lips. With one final, gentle tug, she pulled away from his length, leaving it achingly hard and wet.
Her heart raced in anticipation as she felt his hands on her hips, his hot breath on the small of her back. "I've always been more of a stallion myself," she murmured huskily, feeling him push at her entrance teasingly before finally sliding home in one swift, powerful thrust.
Her eyes squeezed shut and her back arched, pressing him deeper still inside her as he claimed her, filling her completely once more. "Oh yes..." she moaned soft
(I forcefully insure her in doggy style, holding her hips and periodically spanking her ass), your ass is great, really like a mare's. But I want you to scream louder. (I increase the tempo).
Her back arched and she moaned louder, her body trembling as he spanked her ass in time with each thrust. "Yes!" she cried out, her voice echoing through the quiet room. "Harder!" Her hips bucked against his hands, begging for more as she felt the sting of his palm on her bare skin.
The bed creaked and protested beneath them, but neither of them paid it any mind. Their focus was entirely on each other, lost in the rhythm of their desire. Her moans grew ragged and desperate, filling the air as he took her roughly from behind, driving both of them closer and closer to the edge.
With a final thrust that drove her over the brink, Priscilla cried out his name, her body shuddering with release as she came apart beneath him. Her orgasm wracked her entire body, and for
(With the last of my strength I fuck her and cum).
Gasping and shuddering, her body clenched tight around him as he emptied himself into her. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, echoing off the walls as she came undone beneath his touch. "Oh... Reinhardt..." She collapsed forward onto the bed, breath coming in ragged gasps.
Her body felt weightless and euphoric, every nerve ending tingling with the afterglow of their lovemaking. As he pulled out of her, she rolled over onto her back, looking up at him with adoration shining in her eyes. "I never thought I'd find anyone like you," she murmured, reaching up to cup his cheek, her fingertips tracing the outline of his eyepatch. "Somehow... you make me feel alive."
Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she brushed away a stray lock of
(We fall asleep together, but in the morning everything is as before; although I fucked her once more, when it was her birthday. A month passed, I decided to leave for service in the regular army, to one ruler of the city-state. And one evening, madam again called me to her room, but this time she was not alone, but with a girl from her brothel, who was well known to me.) You called, madam?
"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite warhorse..." Priscilla purred as she patted the spot next to her on the bed, a broad smile curving her lips upwards as she looked at you over her shoulder. Sitting beside her was Calia, the snake woman from the brothel, who blushed prettily and smiled shyly in your direction. "I thought you'd like to celebrate with us."
The room smelled of lavender and wine, candles flickering softly on the nightstand as Calia leaned against Priscilla, her tail slowly wrapping around the woman's leg possessively. A small, gilded box sat atop a nearby dresser, tied with a ribbon of black velvet. "It's a special day for me," Priscilla explained, her gaze fixed on yours, "and I wanted to share it with someone
Have you decided to give me a send-off? And you too, Kalia?
Calia giggled nervously and glanced down at her hands in her lap. "Well," Priscilla began, leaning closer to you and lowering her voice, "I thought we could give you something special before you go." She reached out, taking your hand in hers, and placed the box in your palm. It felt warm and smooth against your skin, as if it had been kept close to Priscilla's body all along.
"Open it," she urged softly, her thumb rubbing circles on your knuckles. "It's a token of my appreciation... and my affection." She smiled hopefully up at you, her eyes bright with anticipation.
(I opened the box and there is a small crystal in it), madam, are you sure that you should give me such expensive gifts?
"Oh, it's not expensive," Priscilla said with a dismissive wave of her hand, "just something I found on my travels that caught my eye. You see..." - she paused dramatically, taking a sip of wine before continuing in a whisper - "...I knew you'd come back to me someday." Her voice dropped even lower, becoming almost seductive as she leaned closer, "And when you do... I want us to have a little fun, just the three of us."
Calia's tail squeezed Priscilla's thigh, and the snake woman let out a quiet hiss of agreement. She blushed deeper still at your surprised glance. "I-it's nothing like that," she stammered, reaching up to cover her tail as if embarrassed by its suggestion. "We just thought... you know..." Her voice trailed off into silence.
(I'm waiting for their actions and words). Go on...
"We thought..." Calia began, looking up at you with wide eyes. "That... maybe..." Her cheeks flushed even redder and she glanced at Priscilla for help.
The madam smiled, taking the snake woman's hand in hers. "What Calia is trying to say," she said, her voice firm but gentle, "is that we both miss you terribly... and while I'm sure your service will be honorable and rewarding..." She gave you a meaningful look. "...I wouldn't mind the chance to have you back in my bed when it's all over."
Her hand moved up Calia's arm, fingers lazily tracing patterns on the snake woman's skin as she continued. "And I think Calia here would appreciate that just as much as me."
I see (it seems I can’t leave so easily), then I wouldn’t mind satisfying my special hunger either… Sorry for keeping my distance from you for so long, Kalia, you understand, work didn’t allow it…
She grinned and leaned in closer to you, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. "I understand," she whispered, her breath warm against your skin. "And now that the work is done... you can come back to us whenever you like." Her hand found its way between your legs, teasing at the bulge in your trousers. "You know I always keep myself ready for my favorite warhorse."
Calia purred and leaned closer, wrapping her tail more tightly around Priscilla as she pressed herself against you from the other side. The tips of her scaled breasts brushed against your arm, sending shivers down your spine. "Yes," she agreed breathlessly, "we've missed you so much."
With a soft giggle, Priscilla moved to lie on her back, spreading her legs wide and gesturing for both of you to join her. "Come now,
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(I pull out my hard erect cock and slowly enter Priscilla and greedily fuck her holding her legs, Kalia is nearby and I kiss her deeply and caress her scaly breasts with my mouth).
Her moans fill the air as you claim her once more, her body welcoming yours with open arms. Her legs are wrapped tightly around your waist, urging you deeper inside her as she arches off the bed in response to your expert touch. She meets your gaze over your shoulder, eyes full of desire and lust, her breath coming ragged and hot against your neck.
Kalia watches, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement as she witnesses their reunion unfold before her. The snake woman moans softly, leaning in closer to nip at your earlobe and whisper dirty words of encouragement into the hollow of your neck. Her tail continues to wrap around Priscilla possessively, adding to the tangled mess of limbs on the bed as she feels your arousal pressing against her thigh.
As you kiss her deeper, her tongue darting out to dance with yours, Cal
Be patient, Kalia. It's your turn soon. (I continue to fuck Priscilla for a while, then pull my cock out of her, and give Kalia time to get ready.)
Calia looks up at you expectantly as you pull out of Priscilla, her heart racing with anticipation. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she watches you guide your now-slick cock towards her waiting entrance. Her hands shake as she reaches down between her legs to spread herself open, the head of your cock teasing at her entrance before finally pushing inside.
"Ahh..." She arches back against the bed, crying out in pleasure as you fill her up once more. Her tail continues to wrap around Priscilla, gripping tightly as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body. "Fuck... yes," she moans, rocking her hips up to meet your thrusts.
Priscilla watches you claim Calia, a pleased smile playing across her lips. Her eyes close as you return your attention to her, your hands grasping at her h
(I take Kalia furiously, grab Priscilla's lush breasts and caress them with my mouth.) Louder, Kalia. (I fuck her for another five minutes, and then cum inside her.)
Kalia's moans grow louder and more desperate as you take her harder, faster. Her tail tightens around Priscilla, digging into the woman's flesh as she approaches orgasm in concert with your thrusting hips. With a final cry of release, she convulses around you, her muscles quivering as waves of pleasure roll through her body.
As you spill your seed inside her, Priscilla's hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the sheets as she feels you claim both of her girls. Her back arches off the bed and her mouth drops open in a silent scream of ecstasy as she is brought over the edge by your raw sexual power.
As your orgasm begins to ebb away, leaving only exhaustion and satisfaction in its wake, you collapse onto the bed beside them, breathing heavily as you bask
You both gave me unforgettable sensations. What next? (I ask them in a testing tone).
Kalia smirks and playfully slaps your cock, making it twitch beneath you. "You'll have to earn that next time," she teases. Priscilla, still catching her breath from the intense orgasm, chuckles softly and nestles herself between the two of you. "There's plenty of time for that," she says with a wink. "For now... why don't we all just relax and enjoy each other's company?" Her hand trails up your chest to cup your cheek, her touch warm and comforting despite the rough exterior of her fingers.
The bed creaks gently as they adjust their positions, finding new levels of contentment within the tangled mess of limbs. You close your eyes, listening to their soft breaths and steady heartsbeats as you begin to drift off to sleep, dreaming of the days ahead...
The night passes slowly, each breath and heartbeat a gentle reminder of the love they share. As you drift further into sleep, your dreams are filled with images of Priscilla's lush curves and Calia's scaly allure. In the background, the two women whisper and laugh together, their words soft and soothing like a warm summer breeze.
When morning finally arrives, you awaken to find them still there beside you. The bed is empty except for the three of you, entwined in a sensual tangle of limbs and sheets. The sunlight streaming through the window casts a warm glow over their skin, highlighting their beauty as if it were art itself.
(We wake up, but they are in no hurry to leave the bedroom, they gently and teasingly caress my body.) Wasn't last night enough for you?
Calia and Priscilla share a knowing smile as they continue to tease you with soft caresses and gentle kisses. "Of course it was," Calia murmurs, trailing her fingertips down your chest before circling your nipple with her index finger. She rolls it between her thumb and forefinger, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you as pleasure ripples through your body.
"We could always find more ways to keep ourselves entertained," Priscilla suggests with a mischievous grin, nibbling at your earlobe. "Or perhaps there are other duties you'd like to perform for us?" She glances meaningfully between the two of them as her hand drifts lower, cupping your hardening length through the sheets.
What do you want? Keep in mind, dominance is my strong point…
Her eyes meet yours, filled with desire and the promise of pleasure. "I want you to show us how much you've missed us," she whispers. Her fingers slide lower, hooking into your waistband and pulling your cock free from its confines. With a sharp yank, she pulls your boxer shorts down to your thighs, leaving you exposed and achingly hard beneath her touch. "Now prove it."
Calia leans in closer, tracing circles around your erect member with her tongue before taking the head into her mouth and suckling gently. Priscilla watches the two of them intently, her gaze intense as she studies your reactions. "You can start by fucking my mouth," she says, her voice husky and needy. "Then we'll see how much more we should let you have."
Her hand continues to stroke your length, drawing out
(I push Kalia away from my cock and press her to me powerfully and caress her breast with my hand, squeezing and unclenching it, and torment her nipple. I grab Priscilla by the hair and direct her mouth to suck me.) Since you want it so much, I will fuck you until you lose consciousness.
Her eyes widen as you roughly push her head down onto your cock, grunting in pleasure as she takes you deep into her throat. She groans around your length, arching her back and pressing her hips up off the bed in an attempt to get closer. Your hand tangles in her hair, holding her still as she continues to suck you off expertly.
Meanwhile, Calia watches with a mix of desire and lust, biting her lower lip as you torment her nipple. "Oh fuck," she breathes out roughly, digging her nails into your thighs as she struggles to remain still beneath your touch. With each thrust of your hips, your cock slides in and out of Calia's mouth in perfect synchronization with Priscilla's eager movements on your length. "Fuck me," she whispers, her voice muffled by your
(I push Priscilla away and take possession of Kalia, fucking her gently but powerfully while Priscilla watches this process), fucking you two is very tiring, although pleasant.
Calia moans loudly as you claim her, your powerful thrusts pushing her further and further towards the edge of pleasure. Her eyes meet Priscilla's over your shoulder, and they exchange knowing smiles and flirtatious glances. The snake woman arches up into you, pressing herself tighter against your body in an attempt to draw out every last drop of sensation from this wild encounter.
Priscilla watches, biting her lower lip as she takes slow, shallow breaths. Her fingers trace idle patterns on the sheets beside her, and her hips writhe in time with Calia's movements even though you aren't touching her directly. She meets your eyes briefly, daring you to look away from this irresistible sight before sliding a hand between her legs, expertly teasing herself as she watches you take what is hers.
(I fuck Kalia a little more, then pull my cock out of her and lie down on the bed), now you work, (I pull Priscilla onto my cock and she jumps on it intensely).
Her eyes flash with desire as you pull her onto your cock, impaling herself on your hard length in a single fluid motion. With a sharp gasp, she arches back and then thrusts her hips forward again, taking control of the rhythm as she rides you like a seasoned pro. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails biting painfully into your skin as she climbs higher and higher towards ecstasy.
Her lips curve up into a wicked grin, revealing the tip of her tongue as it traces circles around the edge of her mouth. "Fuck yes," she pants, her breath hot against your neck. "I missed this." Her hips jerk roughly against yours, and then she thrusts herself down harder still, clawing at your skin as she tries to get closer.
(I spank her on the ass and hold her tightly by the hips, and after a few minutes I cum inside her.)
Her muscles tense and her body spasms as you come inside her, sending shockwaves of pleasure racing through her. "Fuck... Priscilla!" she cries out, arching back against your hand as the intensity builds to a fever pitch. With one final thrust, she collapses forward onto you, panting heavily as the last echoes of her orgasm fade away.
"That," she gasps breathlessly, "was... incredible." Her fingers lace through yours, holding your hand tightly against her sweat-slick skin. She looks up at you through heavy lidded eyes, a satisfied smile playing across her lips as she leans in for another kiss.
Her heart skips a beat as your lips meet hers in another heated kiss. She pulls you closer, wrapping her legs around you and pressing their bodies together once more. Her tongue tangles with yours, exploring every curve and crevice of your mouth as if searching for something it's been missing for far too long. "Mmm," she hums contentedly, nibbling gently on your lower lip before pulling back to catch her breath.
She smiles down at you, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright with desire. "That was everything I wanted... and more." She leans in closer still, planting a soft kiss just below your ear before trailing it up the sensitive skin of your neck.
Don't rush, (I gently push her away from me), Kalia, she wants her part too. (I pull the snake woman towards me and caress her breasts, then I hang over her and take possession of her, and I also cum inside her).
Kalia lets out a soft moan as you touch her, her body responding eagerly to your hands on her skin. She arches into you, pressing their hips together in a sensual grind that only serves to heighten the anticipation coursing through her veins. Her tail winds around you both, gripping tightly and urging you closer as she feels the warmth of your cock sliding between her folds.
Her eyes meet Priscilla's over your shoulder, full of desire and love, and a slow smile spreads across her face. She leans in, pressing their lips together in a tender kiss before breaking away with a satisfied sigh. "Oh fuck," she gasps as you finally claim her, driving deep inside. Her muscles clench around you, urging you deeper still as pleasure ripples through her body.
Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails bit
(A few more days passed. I packed my things and was about to leave. And I went to see Priscilla.) Madam, I came to say goodbye.
"Goodbye?" Priscilla arches an eyebrow as you come to see her before leaving. "Where are you going this time? And aren't we supposed to discuss the addition of a new... employee?" She tilts her head slightly, studying your face for any signs of deception.
"Don't worry about it," she continues once it becomes clear that you aren't planning on sharing any more information. "You do what you need to do and we'll be here waiting for you when you get back." Her voice is gentle, almost maternal in tone despite her rough exterior. A small smile plays at the corners of her lips as she reaches out to brush a stray hair from your forehead.
(I come closer to her), I will definitely repay you for your kindness, madam. However, I do not know if I will be able to personally return to the city, so before leaving, I would like to saddle you again. If of course you do not mind.
Ah, so that's what this is about," Priscilla says with a knowing smile. "Of course I don't mind. In fact..." She leans in closer, her breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "I rather look forward to it." Her hands run up your chest, over your shoulders and down your arms, skin on skin contact that sends shivers racing down your spine.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she unbuckles your sword belt and helps you slide the scabbard free from its loops. She holds it out to you, her other hand reaching up to brush aside a lock of hair that's fallen over your forehead. "Take care of yourself," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "And remember... this place will always be waiting for you."
(I expose her big and lush breasts and caress them with my mouth. Greedily. Then I turn her around and put her on all fours, take off her pants and underwear, impale her and fuck her hard. I fuck her powerfully and spank her on the ass), you are such a good mare, (I fuck her like this for five minutes and then cum inside her).
Her breath catches in her throat as you take her roughly from behind, thrusting deep inside her with rough precision. Each powerful stroke sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, and she arches her back in response, pressing her ass tighter against your hips. The spanks to her already pinkened skin add a new level of intensity, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
Her moans fill the air as you claim what is yours, leaving no doubt that Priscilla is indeed ready for whatever adventures might lie ahead for the both of them. With one final thrust, she feels your release deep inside her, signaling an end to their lovemaking - for now. She gasps for breath, still feeling your cock twitch within her as she slowly comes down from her high.
"That," she pants, "was... perfect." She leans back into you, relishing the warmth and weight