The Adventurer's Guild - RP Thread

[moonblack]

"Ah... Hah..." The queen groans, pressing her hips back to meet his steady thrusts and drive him deeper within her. Working his finger in past her tight rim and into her ass, he hears her hard exhalation soften over time. "That is...not as unpleasant as We thought..." She finally moans. "But take care not to do us harm." She warns, glaring back up him.

“I assure you, harming you was never my intention, Your Majesty,” Eran replied, and he meant it. He continued to thrust inside the queen's pussy in the steady rhythm he had established, keeping her horny and in need of more. At the same time his finger kept working in her butt, eventually joined by a second one, and then a third, slowly getting the queen used to having her no-longer-virgin ass filled and stretched.

“Oh, Goddess!” Eran exclaimed as he came again, shooting more of his cum in the queen's waiting pussy. He was quite pleased to feel the queen climax at the same time, her folds gripping his cock tightly and milking every drop out of him.

A couple of minutes later, after catching his breath, Eran pulled his fingers out of the queen's butt, followed by his still-hard cock leaving her wet and warm folds. He grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and spread them wide, then slowly and carefully pressed the tip of his cock against her back door, clearly asking for permission to enter.

 

[Tjf]

He sighs, watching his petite pet's eyes roll into the back of her head. Those humans are so amusing. He yanked on her hair, pulling her off his shaft before resting it on top of her face, gently caressing her as he finally looks up at the two of his guests. "I reckon we ought to rest before we head out, but I'd hate to keep my client waiting. They must be anxiously waiting to see their fiery bundle of joy again." Elf chuckled, glancing at Daisy to see how she'd handling strapping the noble gal to the pole.

Cerim's fucktoy snuggles up against his rod, semi-conscious, as the elf sees the two humans already lacing up their breeches - it seems they're not quite as used to how draining women like the elf's pets can be.

Turning his attention, Cerim sees Daisy smiling happily and absentmindedly as she finishes binding the redhead, who's managed to partially spit the gag from her mouth to promise riches in exchange for her release. Daisy happily ignores the words as one would the bleating of a cow.

 

[Tjf]

Zendar smiled.

"I will take it all then~" He pulled one of the chains. "That, and don't forget yourself. Your all. Soul, power, knowledge~" He started slowly moving his hips, thrusting in and out of spectral cunt. "Are you alright with that? To swear yourself not even as a slave, but a tool to be used and discarded should I get bored with you?" He asked as he cupped one of huge tits of the royal.

"Y-Yes..." She groans, flesh yielding to his thrusts, tired as she turns her head to face him with yearning eyes. "A tool, but... Please...Give me a chance... A chance, ooh, to regain your interest...I don't...I don't want to be alone again, in that fucking, ugh, box..."

 

[Tjf]

Claudia made shy pose, with hands covering her breast and pussy.
"Imagined it? Ha! My dear, I have first hand expirence in this, to be captured by mercenary. He striped me naked and tied up, like ham."
She bushed at memory of the kind of humilating defeat.
"Let's say it was exhasting few days in captivity... not complety unpleasant. But I have to warn you".
Claudia said as Reuger come closer to her with cuffs.
"That I always managed to get away from the restrain, no mater if it was steel or magic. And I always give payback to these men... and women in equal way".

"Sounds like a challenge." Reuger chuckles, reaching forward, the cuffs clanking heavily as they clamp firmly around her wrists. "I suppose, then, I'll have to give you a reason to come back and get caught again..." Hand on her arm, he guides her to the bed.

 

[Tjf]

“I assure you, harming you was never my intention, Your Majesty,” Eran replied, and he meant it. He continued to thrust inside the queen's pussy in the steady rhythm he had established, keeping her horny and in need of more. At the same time his finger kept working in her butt, eventually joined by a second one, and then a third, slowly getting the queen used to having her no-longer-virgin ass filled and stretched.

“Oh, Goddess!” Eran exclaimed as he came again, shooting more of his cum in the queen's waiting pussy. He was quite pleased to feel the queen climax at the same time, her folds gripping his cock tightly and milking every drop out of him.

A couple of minutes later, after catching his breath, Eran pulled his fingers out of the queen's butt, followed by his still-hard cock leaving her wet and warm folds. He grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and spread them wide, then slowly and carefully pressed the tip of his cock against her back door, clearly asking for permission to enter.

"H-Hah...Hah..." The queen pants, her gorgeous skin covered in a shimmering layer of sweat. "We are pleased to see you're capable of going again." She looks back at him. "We have been...disappointed, before." She says, before subtly nodding her head, allowing him into perhaps the most secure place in the kingdom.

 

[moonblack]

"H-Hah...Hah..." The queen pants, her gorgeous skin covered in a shimmering layer of sweat. "We are pleased to see you're capable of going again." She looks back at him. "We have been...disappointed, before." She says, before subtly nodding her head, allowing him into perhaps the most secure place in the kingdom.

“I aim to please, Your Majesty,” Eran replied as he began slowly forcing his cock in the queen's tight, almost-virgin, ass. One of these days I will learn not to rush things... but today is not that day. Just like the previous hundreds of times he had gotten a little too excited. Goddess, I love fucking her ass!

Once Eran's entire length had entered the queen's back door he slowly pulled out, until only the tip was inside, then thrust back in. He began pounding the royal ass, slowly at first but gradually speeding up, enjoying the tightness and the queen's moans of pleasure as he gave her what she desired. One hand returned to teasing her clit, now teasing her nether lips as well, while his other hand went back to groping and fondling her massive tits.

Some time passed as the pair enjoyed their coupling, Eran all too happy to pound the queen's no-longer-virgin ass. But eventually he felt that the queen was getting close and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Where would Your Majesty like me to finish?”

 

[Regin34]

"Sounds like a challenge." Reuger chuckles, reaching forward, the cuffs clanking heavily as they clamp firmly around her wrists. "I suppose, then, I'll have to give you a reason to come back and get caught again..." Hand on her arm, he guides her to the bed.

Claudia let him lead her to bed and being tied to the bed frame. She rise eyebrown when she saw in his hand whip.
"Oh? are you trying to tear our of me some secrets, my dear baron?" She teasly shake her breast.

 

[majus]

"Y-Yes..." She groans, flesh yielding to his thrusts, tired as she turns her head to face him with yearning eyes. "A tool, but... Please...Give me a chance... A chance, ooh, to regain your interest...I don't...I don't want to be alone again, in that fucking, ugh, box..."

Zendar squeezed her tit rougher as he pushed her against the ground.

"Tool, doesn't get to decide. It's used and discarded." His hand found it's way around her throat. "But you need not worry about being closed in a box - I have better uses for you~ Maybe I will sell your soul to demons where you would suffer under their cruelty for eternity or maybe I will use you as a fuel for ritual until you fade into nothingness..." He chuckled as he felt pussy squeezing him tighter with each of his words. "Besides, since you offered everything, I don't think you have anything to offer... For a 'chance.'"

 

[Remin]

Cerim's fucktoy snuggles up against his rod, semi-conscious, as the elf sees the two humans already lacing up their breeches - it seems they're not quite as used to how draining women like the elf's pets can be.

Turning his attention, Cerim sees Daisy smiling happily and absentmindedly as she finishes binding the redhead, who's managed to partially spit the gag from her mouth to promise riches in exchange for her release. Daisy happily ignores the words as one would the bleating of a cow.

"How about some tea?" Elf grinned as he grabbed Violet and pulled her up, pressing her against his side. "Just let me know if it tastes really sweet or 'swirly'. Girls are accustomed to the herbs growing around here, but you probably shouldn't drink these."

 

[Tjf]

“I aim to please, Your Majesty,” Eran replied as he began slowly forcing his cock in the queen's tight, almost-virgin, ass. One of these days I will learn not to rush things... but today is not that day. Just like the previous hundreds of times he had gotten a little too excited. Goddess, I love fucking her ass!

Once Eran's entire length had entered the queen's back door he slowly pulled out, until only the tip was inside, then thrust back in. He began pounding the royal ass, slowly at first but gradually speeding up, enjoying the tightness and the queen's moans of pleasure as he gave her what she desired. One hand returned to teasing her clit, now teasing her nether lips as well, while his other hand went back to groping and fondling her massive tits.

Some time passed as the pair enjoyed their coupling, Eran all too happy to pound the queen's no-longer-virgin ass. But eventually he felt that the queen was getting close and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Where would Your Majesty like me to finish?”

"Ah...Ah...Ah...!" The queen's gasps of delight fill the room, skin caked in sweat, looking back at him with a less than regal hunger, as Eran feels pleasure both from the tightness of her ass and the depraved thrill of soiling someone so high in status. As his fingers roam her, circling in time with his thrusts, he feels her shudder violently. "Yess! Fuck me...Us...Whatever!" She cries out as she cums, and collapses onto the bed, leaving the only sounds audible in the room the dull clap of flesh on flesh every time he pounds her. fnally, though, she recovers in time to hear his question. "In my a-ass, or u-upon it..." She groans. "Just no bastards.... As much, ooh, as the thought carries some appeal."

 

[Tjf]

Claudia let him lead her to bed and being tied to the bed frame. She rise eyebrown when she saw in his hand whip.
"Oh? are you trying to tear our of me some secrets, my dear baron?" She teasly shake her breast.

"And what..." The baron slides the leather of the knout slowly across her skin, letting her feel the roughness across her stomach, and then the underside of her breasts, and finally circles the tip around one nipple and then the other. "...secrets would a vagabond heiress have to share? Shameful things done in the night to keep a roof over her head, perhaps?" He smirks.

 

[moonblack]

"Ah...Ah...Ah...!" The queen's gasps of delight fill the room, skin caked in sweat, looking back at him with a less than regal hunger, as Eran feels pleasure both from the tightness of her ass and the depraved thrill of soiling someone so high in status. As his fingers roam her, circling in time with his thrusts, he feels her shudder violently. "Yess! Fuck me...Us...Whatever!" She cries out as she cums, and collapses onto the bed, leaving the only sounds audible in the room the dull clap of flesh on flesh every time he pounds her. fnally, though, she recovers in time to hear his question. "In my a-ass, or u-upon it..." She groans. "Just no bastards.... As much, ooh, as the thought carries some appeal."

“Very well...” Eran nodded as he sped up, each thrust faster and more eager than the one before, until he reached his own peak. With a final thrust he buried his entire length inside the queen's ass and shot his biggest load of the day, filling her up with his hot seed.

Eran remained on top of the queen, catching his breath while enjoying the tightness of her back door. “Is... Your Majesty... satisfied?” he asked as he began slowly pulling out of the freshly-fucked queen.

 

[Tjf]

Zendar squeezed her tit rougher as he pushed her against the ground.

"Tool, doesn't get to decide. It's used and discarded." His hand found it's way around her throat. "But you need not worry about being closed in a box - I have better uses for you~ Maybe I will sell your soul to demons where you would suffer under their cruelty for eternity or maybe I will use you as a fuel for ritual until you fade into nothingness..." He chuckled as he felt pussy squeezing him tighter with each of his words. "Besides, since you offered everything, I don't think you have anything to offer... For a 'chance.'"

"Anything..." She groans. "Whatever...You want..."

 

[majus]

"Anything..." She groans. "Whatever...You want..."

Zendar chuckled.

"Then swear it!" He thrust his hips deep into her pussy, feeling the spectral walls squeezing him, contracting as small orgasm hit her. "For each of my thrusts, swear me something, and when you reach your orgasm, swear me everything!" He demanded as he grabbed a handful of her hair and started thrusting his hips roughly against her flesh.

 

[Tjf]

"How about some tea?" Elf grinned as he grabbed Violet and pulled her up, pressing her against his side. "Just let me know if it tastes really sweet or 'swirly'. Girls are accustomed to the herbs growing around here, but you probably shouldn't drink these."

The thugs look to each other, seeming to cotton on to the elf's implication, before hurriedly shaking their heads. "Ahem, no... We should, ah, go set things into motion with the boss." Together, they turn on their heel, hurriedly getting out now that the post-nut clarity has set in. Cerim turns back and looks upon his women with pleasure, anticipating the addition to his finances once he sells the redhead.

Epilogue - One Year Later:

The elf's eyes flutter open, gazing downwards to watch with pleasure as his girls take care of him, his own personal alarm to wake him with the sunrise. Elsewhere about the property, he knows that his well trained women will be cutting wood, milking cows, and doing the thousand other things necessary to maintain an estate of this size - expanded significantly after selling the redhead, and a few other high status ladies her noble buyer had wanted. The trio beneath him on the bed, however, are exempt from base work - they have but one use, at least until he tires of them. They're his favourites, and he knows they tried damn hard to get there. Easily, they could slice his throat as he sleeps and leave, but instead they spend their days plotting how to keep in his favour.




Sadly, his peace doesn't last long. Above the wet sounds of kissing and sucking, his long ears pick up faint sounds from outside. People are invading his isolated little nook of nature. There are hoofbeats, and the faint cries of "Slaver" and "rapist" on the air. It seems do-gooders have found their way here. He hears a horse's high pitch scream. One less now.

 

[Regin34]

"And what..." The baron slides the leather of the knout slowly across her skin, letting her feel the roughness across her stomach, and then the underside of her breasts, and finally circles the tip around one nipple and then the other. "...secrets would a vagabond heiress have to share? Shameful things done in the night to keep a roof over her head, perhaps?" He smirks.

"If you mean seducing sorceress in her own tower, to have place over winter, then yes. She have ridiculus pink hair, and stealing stuffs not belonging to her. I given her rouge spanking". Claudia wrapped her legs on baron, as much as her restrain allowed her to do that.

 

[Remin]

The thugs look to each other, seeming to cotton on to the elf's implication, before hurriedly shaking their heads. "Ahem, no... We should, ah, go set things into motion with the boss." Together, they turn on their heel, hurriedly getting out now that the post-nut clarity has set in. Cerim turns back and looks upon his women with pleasure, anticipating the addition to his finances once he sells the redhead.

Epilogue - One Year Later:

The elf's eyes flutter open, gazing downwards to watch with pleasure as his girls take care of him, his own personal alarm to wake him with the sunrise. Elsewhere about the property, he knows that his well trained women will be cutting wood, milking cows, and doing the thousand other things necessary to maintain an estate of this size - expanded significantly after selling the redhead, and a few other high status ladies her noble buyer had wanted. The trio beneath him on the bed, however, are exempt from base work - they have but one use, at least until he tires of them. They're his favourites, and he knows they tried damn hard to get there. Easily, they could slice his throat as he sleeps and leave, but instead they spend their days plotting how to keep in his favour.

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Sadly, his peace doesn't last long. Above the wet sounds of kissing and sucking, his long ears pick up faint sounds from outside. People are invading his isolated little nook of nature. There are hoofbeats, and the faint cries of "Slaver" and "rapist" on the air. It seems do-gooders have found their way here. He hears a horse's high pitch scream. One less now.

Elf was getting nostalgic as he caressed each of the beauties tending to his erection, gently digging his fingers into their backs. "Don't worry, my gems. I will ravage each of you in due time." All of it felt very sudden for the elf. Five slaves became ten, ten became twenty, then fifty, then hundred. It got to the point where he was freeing then hiring his more loyal slaves. Even then things were slowly spiraling out of control.

"Ughh.. Stay inside girls." He groaned as he heard one of the horses fall into a pit trap. Who could have sent them? Was it Catherine, mad that he didn't visit for a while? Count Richard? But they had a deal, didn't they? He kidnapped his rival's daughters and he didn't remember agreeing to let him "rescue" them.

Elf eventually conceded. He decided to figure out the who and why later as he exited the estate. The property was an unusual one, weaving between the massive trees, lacking windows or blinds with choking overgrowth embracing everything. He could hear the intruders, before he saw them. A cacophony of horses and riders, desperately fighting not against their enemy but the dense, woody vines. He waded effortlessly through the belt-high grass to the intruders, a couple of girls passed him by in a hurry, carrying makeshift flails made out of a long, straight shaft and big rock tied to the end of it. The strategy was simple: knock knights off their horses and into the dense, toxic plants and traps.

 

[Tjf]

“Very well...” Eran nodded as he sped up, each thrust faster and more eager than the one before, until he reached his own peak. With a final thrust he buried his entire length inside the queen's ass and shot his biggest load of the day, filling her up with his hot seed.

Eran remained on top of the queen, catching his breath while enjoying the tightness of her back door. “Is... Your Majesty... satisfied?” he asked as he began slowly pulling out of the freshly-fucked queen.

The queen burns beneath him, skin slick with sweat, a steady pant leaving her mouth as she basks in the afterglow. The grin she flashes him tells him she's far from spent, though. "A queen is seldom satisfied, elf..."

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One Year Later:

Eran gazes with delight out at his newly finished temple. Below his dais, he can hear the angelic sounds of a choir rising up to the ceiling. Somewhere above, he can faintly hear the sounds of his daughters enjoying themselves with some new worshippers.

He sighs in satisfaction at his success, as heavy thumping footsteps announce the arrival of a royal guardsman. "Her majesty wishes to...confess." Eran watches the man's face - sees the jealous hate written on it. Sadly, he'll have to leave his post as the 'royal confessor' soon - he's heard too many stories of royal lovers meeting gruesome fates to push his luck, especially when there's so many countries (and beauties) in need of Ysvela's love. That day isn't here yet, though, so he adjusts himself under his robes and prepares to do his duty to the crown.

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"Don't you dare stop, elf! Yes... Yes... Yess!" The queen cries out in delight above him as she cums. After hours of fun, he quickly finds his release alongside her - forgeting that he's currently buried in her womanhood, not her ass. ...Oh well, perhaps he'll have a royal in the family? He clings to her, enjoying her body against his as his cock erupts inside her.


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After, Eran runs his hand across the sleeping form of his royal lover, tying his robes back into place as he prepares to leave. He hears the bedchamber door open behind him, the softly sandalled feet of the queen's favourite maid tapping against the floor as she obediently enters, presumably to help her mistress clean up like normal. Idly, he thinks of ways to subtly float the idea of a three-way to the queen before he leaves, but his thoughts are interrupted by an impossibly harmonious voice.

"Enjoy yourself, my child?" She chuckles, amused, teasing. As Eran turns, his eyes strain for a moment, gazing at the face he's seen so many times immortalised in marble, now in front of him in flesh and blood. There's no need to ask who it is - Ysvela herself, inhabiting a human form which has been reshaped in the goddess' image.

 

[Tjf]

Zendar chuckled.

"Then swear it!" He thrust his hips deep into her pussy, feeling the spectral walls squeezing him, contracting as small orgasm hit her. "For each of my thrusts, swear me something, and when you reach your orgasm, swear me everything!" He demanded as he grabbed a handful of her hair and started thrusting his hips roughly against her flesh.

Zendak hears a list of names and items that mean little to him yet, mixed in with the ghost's hot moans. Finally, she shakes against him, hot ectoplasmic juices spraying out against his diminuitive hips and thighs, and she screams. "I SWEAR IT ALL!" She howls with aabandon.

 

[moonblack]

The queen burns beneath him, skin slick with sweat, a steady pant leaving her mouth as she basks in the afterglow. The grin she flashes him tells him she's far from spent, though. "A queen is seldom satisfied, elf..."

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One Year Later:

Eran gazes with delight out at his newly finished temple. Below his dais, he can hear the angelic sounds of a choir rising up to the ceiling. Somewhere above, he can faintly hear the sounds of his daughters enjoying themselves with some new worshippers.

He sighs in satisfaction at his success, as heavy thumping footsteps announce the arrival of a royal guardsman. "Her majesty wishes to...confess." Eran watches the man's face - sees the jealous hate written on it. Sadly, he'll have to leave his post as the 'royal confessor' soon - he's heard too many stories of royal lovers meeting gruesome fates to push his luck, especially when there's so many countries (and beauties) in need of Ysvela's love. That day isn't here yet, though, so he adjusts himself under his robes and prepares to do his duty to the crown.

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"Don't you dare stop, elf! Yes... Yes... Yess!" The queen cries out in delight above him as she cums. After hours of fun, he quickly finds his release alongside her - forgeting that he's currently buried in her womanhood, not her ass. ...Oh well, perhaps he'll have a royal in the family? He clings to her, enjoying her body against his as his cock erupts inside her.
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After, Eran runs his hand across the sleeping form of his royal lover, tying his robes back into place as he prepares to leave. He hears the bedchamber door open behind him, the softly sandalled feet of the queen's favourite maid tapping against the floor as she obediently enters, presumably to help her mistress clean up like normal. Idly, he thinks of ways to subtly float the idea of a three-way to the queen before he leaves, but his thoughts are interrupted by an impossibly harmonious voice.

"Enjoy yourself, my child?" She chuckles, amused, teasing. As Eran turns, his eyes strain for a moment, gazing at the face he's seen so many times immortalised in marble, now in front of him in flesh and blood. There's no need to ask who it is - Ysvela herself, inhabiting a human form which has been reshaped in the goddess' image.

Eran froze in surprise for a moment, having not expected this, then bowed right away – and somehow managed to do it without ogling the busty goddess. “My goddess! How may I serve you?” He asked, his voice trembling slightly. After accepting Emara's offer and joining the clergy Eran had fantasized many times about meeting Ysvela and serving her – in more ways than one – but this was the first time the goddess had graced him with her presence outside some of his lewd fantasies.