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“Of all the people, it had to be you two!?” Hector groaned, his large hands covering his eyes, as if the vixens would vanish if he didn’t look at them. The groan of dismay echoed through the residential quarters of the Hall of Heroes, thankfully empty except for the three begrudged companions.
“Quiet, boy! I don’t appreciate the pair up either!” Sonia hissed,
“It should have just been me and lady Sonia…” Ursula grumbled,
Hector opened his eyes, The two beauties in front of him weren’t any happier to be here, and he supposed that made it a bit easier.
“So… We’re supposed to strengthen our bonds?” Hector asked, his voice rising a lilt to try and conjure some modicum of enthusiasm.
“That is what the summoner said.” Sonia turned her head away, disinterested “How long is this ordeal going to take…”
Supports… That’s what was expected of the three of them… He supposed they made formidable allies in this world, but there was a clear tension between him and the two women. It was probably yet another idealism of the Summoner, seeing if they could bridge the gap between enemies to friends. Hector had admired seeing it done for the likes of others… but why him?
“So!” Hector started “None of us want to be here. How do you suppose we get through this intact?”
Sonia and Ursula only stared at him with cool gazes.
Damn Wenches!
“Tough crowd… I propose training!” Hector cheered. Training was the easiest way to anybody’s heart, at least as far as he was concerned. Nothing like swinging some metal to work through problems!
“Do… we look like meatheaded warriors to you?” Ursula asked, each word drenched in venom.
“No I suppose not…” Hector admitted. This was going to be harder than initially thought.
“Now, Ursula…” Sonia placed a hand on the Blue Crow’s slender arm “The boy is just trying to find the best course of action for the three of us… Though I agree that I abhor “training”. It will not do.”
“What will do then?” Hector said, his patience growing thinner by the second.
“Mmmmm…” Sonia thought for a moment. Hector felt her cold, golden eyes scan up and down his body, almost piercing through his armor. A wry smile crept up her pert lips.
“Our new friend is certainly a virile one… isn’t he?”
Ursula turned her head, scanning in the same way her mistress had. “I suppose…” She sighed.
“Virile… Virile’s my middle name!” Hector bellowed. He knew what virile meant! Like… Tough! Yeah, he was virile, alright.
“I hope you are!” Sonia laughed. She had a surprisingly pretty laugh, for as much of a monster she was in life… Though Hector couldn’t help but notice how the hearty chuckle had sent a jiggle through her exposed chest. And what a perfect chest it was…
Easy now, boy! Hector warned himself, and the eager sidearm in his britches. His first love was the axe, but he had grown to understand the appeal of the maiden form. For his money, it was either fit girls or buxom babes, no inbetween for him, and women didn’t come much bustier than the two women in front of him…
“Perhaps we can make this work after all, boy… We’ll keep in touch.” She waved him off, before turning around. “Come Ursula, we have to talk about a plan.”
Hector watched the two leave. Specifically he watched their bountiful rears bounce in their tight dresses as they left, the women’s creamy thighs visible in their revealing raiments.
“Gahhh… Why do the bad ones have to be so attractive…”
Hector had just finished his evening workout routine when he heard the knock. “I’m coming!” He bellowed. Just who could it be at this hour? It was certainly not likely to be Lilina, though a part of him hoped it was. He had quickly become fond of his future daughter, and very protective of her. He hadn’t gotten around to asking who her mother was, but the image of the two sexy mages made him think more on the idea of love. Maybe he’d ask her.
Hector opened his door, not to Lilina, but to another blue-haired mage. Taller, and far, far sexier.
“Good evening, Lord Hector.” Ursula gestured, with cool courtesy. “May I come in?”
“Uhhh, sure…” Hector was confused over why the woman was even here. But his brother had told him to always be a gentleman, and he supposed that carried over to assassins as well. “Sorry about the state of dress, I was just finishing up a workout.”
“That I see…” Ursula smiled. She brought a gloved finger to Hector’s abs, and let the finger trail down slowly. His cock twitched in his training slacks.
Ursula’s hand pulled back as soon as it had started, her face returning to distant disinterest in the state of things.
“Why are you here again?” Hector asked
“Courteous, are we?” Ursula sighed. “I’m here on Lady Sonia’s behest. She seems to have hatched a plan that will let us get to know each other quite amicably…:
“I see… and it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” Hector gruffed.
“I suppose it could… but Lady Sonia likes results, and I live to serve her.” Ursula sat down on the side of Hector’s bed.
“Lady Sonia is well versed in the arts of persuasion… and in her experience, the fastest way to that is either by the sword or the knee.” Ursula stretched out on Hector’s bed, showing off the ever-tempting curves of her body. A slender hand came to rest on an ample breast. “Better still is to please a man’s sword on one’s knees… Do you get my meaning, boy.” Ursula gave her breast a squeeze, the purple clad fingers sinking sinfully into the soft flesh.
“So you’re whoring yourself out?” Hector said.
Ursula’s eye twitched. “Must you be so boorish! I swear I- nevermind… It’s Lady Sonia’s wishes.” Ursula muttered to herself. She looked up at Hector, an impish smile curling on her plush lips.
“It’s as you say, milord. My body is yours.” said Ursula in a low, seductive whisper. Her hands slid over the tops of her breasts, pushing out her ample chest- his for the plundering!
Hector’s heart beat a thunderous rhythm, with most of that blood rushing down to a throbbing bulge in his pants. Gods, Hector had never imagined this happening. It was so debauched. Against all ideas of romance he heard from Eliwood over the years, and yet, he wanted it. Bad. He tried to speak up, only for his baritone voice to crack.
Ursula laughed. “My… Don’t tell me you have never been with a woman? Oh, you poor thing.” She teased. “Perhaps I should take it slow with you. Go on. What does the pure little lordling want?”
It was Hector’s turn to be annoyed. How stuck up could one woman be? Still, if she was willing, Hector wasn’t going to turn down an opportunity like this.
“How about… you suck my cock.” Hector asked, trying his best to sound confident.
“As long as you promise not to squeal out…” Ursula slid off the bed and onto her knees, adding a seductive bounce even to that simple movement. “Out with it, boy!” Ursula beckoned him over with a wagging finger. Hector hated following her orders, but he did as she wanted. His cock was at full mast even without any touching so far. He loosened the drawstring of his slacks, springing into the air a gargantuan slab of meat that crashed into Ursula’s smug face.
Ursula’s eyes widened, a congealing poultice of emotions swirling in her face. Bewilderment, lust, perhaps even fear. “How in the…” She gasped. It was more club than cock, to be quite honest. An impressive length ,a size sung in many a bawdy tale. More to the quick was how girthy it was! It was long, but almost as thick around if not thicker! Heavy balls, mossed through with coarse blue hair hung like overripe fruit from the hefty trunk. The shaft alone was a hulking, veined beast with a choleric mind of its own, throbbing in rigid anticipation. All of it crowned by a bullish mushroom mounted like the head of a battering ram.
“What?” Hector asked, confused.
“Nothing!” She snapped. Hector watched her face, waiting for those plump lips to slide around his cock. She only sat there, testing how to take this thing. Her fingers couldn’t even curl around his heavy trunk.
“Is it too big?” Hector asked, genuinely confused.
“Nothing is too big for the Blue Crow!” Ursula slid off a glove from her right hand, clasping the base with a false confidence. “Prepare yourself, boy!”
Hector felt Ursula’s plush lips kiss his excited glans, eliciting a baritone groan from him. Already, he could tell how experienced she was, with the suction provided by her lips and the slippery worship her tongue started on. He clapped a hand down on the back of her head, placing light pressure to goad her lips further down. Slowly, Ursula slid more of his member into her mouth, eyes closed in concentration. Her mouth engulfed his cockhead in the sweltering heat of her mouth: A humid, cave of tempestuous pleasure
“That’s good..!” Hector bellowed. “Keep going!”
Hector was focused entirely on his own pleasure. She had said her body was his, after all! He watched Ursula’s frothing lips slurp up more inches into her awaiting gullet with increased pressure. His underside received a sloppy tongue bath as she dragged herself closer to the base.
To his surprise however, the rising pleasures came to a halt, an audible gag coming from below.
“Huh? Why’d you stop?” Hector asked nonplussed. He looked down to see her reddened cheeks, her lips still forming a vacuum seal around his cock. There were still about three, maybe four inches left. “Can’t you take it to the base?”
Ursula glared up at him, signifying that ‘this is all you get, boy’ slowly pulling her lips back to the tip, and pushing back to where she had stopped, the motion becoming smoother with each go at it.
The feeling was good, of course it was. But Hector realized he wanted more. The woman had certainly hyped herself up before, and he supposed he expected more. He looked down to see the pale-pink streaks her lips made on his cock, signifying her progress. The sight of the pink slathers made him twitch in her mouth, earning a light gag, and another glare at him, as if daring him to do as he pleased. And Hector of Ostia was never one to back down from a challenge, as Ursula would soon find out.
His hand tightened around her head, taking advantage of the assassin's momentary surprise to slam her down the rest of his length, all the way to the base.
“GLLRRRRK!!!” Tears seemed to instantly well up in her eyes, the beginnings of a dark mascara trickling down the sides of her eyes. Hector’s cock throbbed in her throat. Now that was more like it!
“You said your body was mine, and I imagine that was an order from your precious Sonia, right? Well, then you’re gonna do as old Hector wants, or she’ll hear of this.
Ursula glared daggers into the young Marquess, but he had hit the core of it. She dared not evoke the ire of her mistress, even if her poor throat got ravaged. She gave a weak nod, clearly steeling herself for the ensuing throatfuck.
“Good!” Hector laughed. He moved his fingers to get a rough grip over her head, the better to maneuver her through all of this. He pulled her back off his cock, still keeping a grip on her hair. The woman gasped for air, sticky strings of saliva clinging to her lips. “I’ll give you a few seconds to take a deep breath…” Hector declared. He was a gentleman, despite all evidence to the contrary.
Ursula begrudgingly took up his offer, slowly taking protracted breaths, as if preparing to conjure some magic. She’d need any magic she could get, but no thunderbolt could get her out of this…
“Time’s up.” Hector said, dragging her back to his cock, slamming right into her sopping mouth.
“Ghaggh..! Glrk! Glrk! GLRK!”
Hector slammed himself into her throat each time, not giving a damn for the disheveled state her hair and face were in. His cock stretched her throat out, leaving the haughty Blue Crow a bedraggled whore for his entertainment. He reveled in the debauched noise her mouth made each time his cock barged its way into it. His shaft was an indecent canvas for her pink lips to smear against as she struggled to keep sucking on his huge cock.
What a rush this was! Maybe this could serve to win over former enemies in the future!. His muscled arm moved autonomously, goading back and forth as his pleasure rose.
He looked down to take in a once-in-a-lifetime sight. A proud assassin on her knees, eyes clenched shut as she tried to keep up with the savage slams into her slobbering mouth. One hand held tight to his hip, looking for any purchase against the thunderous storm he was forcing her to endure. He saw that her free hand sank lower, down under the hem of her dress, her fingers shoving feverishly into her sopping twat, chasing an unabashed pleasure of her own.
“The harlot likes it now, huh!?” Hector taunted. In response he got a shivering moan vibrating down his cock, more than answering his question. Her fingers squelched in her pussy audibly, filling his chambers with even more erotic sounds. “Too bad you’re a cold-hearted assassin… This hot mouth would be quite the boon for Ostia!” He laughed. He could feel his cock pulsating and twitching, ready to raina creamy load down her throat. “You better brace yourself!” Hector groaned. He slammed her down to the base, feeling a muffled scream vibrate through his cock, a sign that she had fingerfucked herself into a shuddering orgasm.
“Here it comes!!” He bellowed. Ursula’s eyes and cheeks ballooned in tandem as the torrential load filled her mouth. She did her best to swallow the tumultuous downpour, but it just kept coming! Hector kept her anchored to his pelvis through all of it, shooting all of the frustrations he had with the woman straight down her throat. Globs of spit-soaked semen dribbled out the cracks in her mouth, as she took all of the virile Marquess’ seed.
Slowly, the storm faded, though not without a few rowdy twitches in her mouth. Finally, Hector yanked his cock out of her throat, leaving the woman gasping. His cock twitched, sending a shot across her face.
“Haaaaah… My… Gooood…” Ursula groaned, wiping cum off from a closed eyelid. “You cad..!”
“There’s more where that came from.” Hector said, “Perhaps you can be a good assassin and bend over the bed, or I could drag you there if I wanted too."
“I’m here to serve…” She babbled, half in fatigue, half in excitement. Her legs trembled with unbridled excitement as she brought herself over to the bed, presenting herself just as the lordling ordered her to.
Hector didn’t waste a second getting behind her. His cock was already rock hard again. One hand grabbed onto the tapered waist of Ursula’s hourglass figure, the other ripping off her skirt.
Casting away that silky veneer revealed a large, pale moon, complete with two pink holes just for him. His eyes focused on the glistening, engorged lips of her pussy. No foreplay was necessary for this slut, he thought.
“Oho! No panties!” Hector smiled, clapping a large hand against one of Ursula’s shapely cheeks.
“OOHHHH!!” Ursula gasped. Hector could only chuckle, watching the shockwaves ripple through the flesh. Such a pliable, fat ass this woman had! He’d be excited to see it bounce. Suddenly, inspiration came to him. Fingers digging into her pert rear, Hector pulled a cheek back, revealing more of her pristine, tight backdoor.
“How would you feel if I fucked your ass?” Hector asked
“W-what!?” Ursula squirmed against the heavy grip, to no avail. Though in hindsight, she could have put up more of a token resistance if she wanted to.
“Wrong answer…” Hector said. He grabbed the base of his still-wet cock, and began his push into her tight asshole.
As his oversized cockhead pushed in, he could see Ursula’s head droop, her fingers clinging frantically to his silken sheets. Hector didn’t think himself a cruel man, but even he was surprised by how much he enjoyed taking this callous harlot down a peg. The haughty Blue Crow, bent over his bed like some drunken harlot itching for a plundering. His fingers didn’t leave her rear cheeks, clutching harder at the pillowy handful as he fed her tightest hole more of his cock.
“Stop shivering for a second, will ya!” Hector ordered, sending a punishing slap against her rear, sending deep waves bouncing through her rear.
“MMmmm..!!!” The mage whimpered. Her fingers clutched harder into the bedding, putting as much strength as she could into her shapely thighs to stand straighter. Never had she had to endure such oppressive pressures from a man, yet here she was, quivering under a brute of a man shoving his meaty pole into her rear. All she could hope to do was take it to the best of her ability.
“Good!” Hector said. His cock pushed deeper into her now. The vice tight hole stretching around his thick member. Whatever else was said about her, she was quite adaptable. Her rear hole accommodated his girth well, her shuddering insides squeezing around him, begging for more. And more was exactly what she got. Hector shoved the rest of his length into her asshole with a reckless push. Ursula was nearly knocked off her feet, an unseemly squeal knocked out of her lips. His heavy balls slapped against her gushing entrance, making her lower body shiver around his cock.
Hector began to pull himself out of her suctioning rear, a task easier said than done, as her convulsing tunnel threatened to pull him back with every inch taken away. The push back in was even better than the savory penetration had been. The whore took it like a champion, arching her back down, while pushing her alluring ass upwards and outwards to meet his thrust.
“Didn’t expect you to be so tight back here. Have any men plundered your ass!?” Hector asked, his thrusts ramped up, reveling in the hot squeezes of her ass, the sinful bounce of her shapely rear, and the wet slaps from his balls hitting her unshaven mound.
Ursula didn’t even bother to answer, long gone to the searing pleasures of being taken from behind. Every thrust was a heavy ordeal, ramping up further and further, stoking impassioned flames harder and faster than any man had ever done before. O-only Lady Sonia has made me feel so…
Even her thoughts were interrupted by the brazen slams into her ass. Her fingers curled even more of the bedding, her ample tits dragging roughly against the mattress with each thrust. It was so shameless, so utterly unbecoming of her status. But all her pride shattered like glass against the raging bull claiming her so roughly.
“You haven’t answered yet!” Hector cracked a hand across her reddening ass, eliciting a debauched, ragged moan from the mage-assassin. “You like having a nice cock shoved up your ass, don’t you” Hector needled as his battering thrusts fucked her into the mattress.
“Yeesshhh!!” Ursula moaned, gritting her teeth as euphoria wracked her body. From her slutty moans to the way her hips crashed back against his own, it seemed like she had given up any vanglorious resistance, instead lapping up the shameless lust that flooded her mind with every crash into her rear. Hector was quite proud of himself for that!
To use a woman so roughly… It was like he was made for it. Fucking a voluptuous temptress with the same fervor he hacked at training dummies with, it all made sense! It wasn’t as if Ursula and Sonia didn’t deserve to be put in line either. From the shameless moans getting clapped out of her, it seemed like Ursula didn’t mind the discipline.
Perhaps he shouldn’t stop here, perhaps he could make an ally of the Blue Crow, maybe even her seductive mistress. With those huge tits of hers, and that ass that bounced effortlessly every time she strutted through the castle… Those gold eyes of hers would be perfect as they looked up at him, his cock shoved into her mouth.
Though, he was never much for planning anyway. The plowing at hand was far more important to him. He brought his second hand down onto her waist, gripping her taut middle with two hands as he slammed into the squealing woman.
“From now on, you can stop being a vile woman and be my proud cumdump!” Hector groaned, his cock bottoming out into the woman’s sorry rear with a wild abandon. All the frustrations he had felt, all the pent-up rage from the sneers of that overproud woman who knocked on his door an hour ago, was being slammed back into her in a heedless reprisal. She would take all that and more by the time he was finished with her.
“I’m sorry!” Ursula came undone at the savage pace set upon her. I’m sorry, Lady Sonia… There was no way that she was going to report back tonight, let alone walk after this. Her pussy spasmed all on its own, its essence marking the man behind her as his balls hit her shivering pussy again and again. “I’m sorry for being such an unrepentant whore! I deserve a fat cock slamming into my ass! I’ll be a good woman from now on!!”
Hector growled, his raucous thrusts crescendoing into heavier, heedless blows against the woman’s hips. Her ass was in a sore red state, bouncing helplessly with each crash into her, he was approaching his limit, and craved the torrid release to come. He chased that battering climax, his thrusts mounting with each second. He barely noticed the woman he was balls deep in, barely felt her shapely legs give in and wrap around his waist. Barely heard the whorish pleas for his cum.
“Fill my ass, Milord!” Ursula yelled. Her head reeling back in orgasmic pleasures.
Hector slammed into her one final time, before erupting into her rear, painting her insides white with every thundering pulse. Ursula came again, whimpering against the hot load that flooded her rear. All her weight dropped off, only held aloft by the strong arms holding her waist, keeping her there like a rutting animal breeding its mate. She supposed it was a good thing that it was her ass after all. A shot like that in her hungry cunt would have easily impregnated her.
Hector yanked his cock from out of the woman, leaving her toppling in a torpor of empty-headed euphoria. A feared mage to all, reduced to a heaving, drooling harlot. His seed slowly poured out of her tight rear, pushed out by her unbidden shudders and gasps.
“I need to take a bath…” Hector said. He picked a towel from his closet, whistling nonchalantly, as if the savage ravishing were some mere diversion. “Perhaps we can train that juicy pussy of yours once I’m done… What do you think about that?
“Yesh… master…” Ursula got out,
Master Hector… he could get used to the sound of that…
“Uggh! What is taking that woman so long!” Sonia yelled, her anger finally breaking through her gritted teeth! “The boy is an inexperienced oaf, nothing more!” She thought Ursula would at least be useful to that end. But perhaps she overestimated the simpering woman.
It was a simple task. She had expected her within the hour, but the evening had sung its last rites, bringing in the dead of night, and still no response. She poured a glass of red wine, swirled the bloody liquid in the candlelight before quaffing it in one frustrated swig.
“Calm yourself, Sonia.” She muttered, smoothing her skin out with massaging fingers. “Your genius is not marred by these lesser beings…” It was generous of her to even let Ursula take the helm of this little operation! Sonia simply wanted to give the little sycophant a moment to shine, that was not so foolish, was it? Ah, but if she wanted results it was best to do it herself.
“Ursula is beautiful, yes, but compared to me…” She chuckled. She turned to look into her vanity. Her form was utter perfection. She glossed her full, pouty lips in a blood-red lipstick, all the better to sweetly whisper clandestine orders from. She practiced donning her womanly masks. The sweet smile that fools believed was a mark of her favour, the teasing pucker of her lips, a feeling men would die to feel on their cheeks, their lips, and… other places that their perverted minds took them. The impish bite on the bottom lip that forced any thoughts out of foolish men, replaced by their base desires.
Her slender hands glided over her heavy, lively breasts, the sheer fabric of which armored her in an impenetrable aura of seduction. How just one little bounce in her chest would send those fools wild… she would never understand what these mortals saw in that.
She straightened out the fabric clinging to her hourglass figure, feeling that ample curve on her hip, taut as a yew bow. She didn’t need eyes in the back of her head to know when men looked at the delectable rear. She could sway hips and rear hypnotically, shake them hungrily, bounce them wildly all at her command. How men loved that.
Not just men either. He saw the glazed, hungry eyes in her lieutenant as well. The girl was utterly enraptured by her! All the easier to order her around, if all it took was a kiss and a whisper…
The makeup ritual was complete. She didn’t know why she tried so. A man like the Marquess of Ostia would scarcely recognize a silk bodice from a burlap sack if it had holes in the right places.
Perhaps he simply didn’t get the gift Sonia was presenting him. Perhaps she could go naked down the castle halls. There weren’t likely to be many stragglers, and at least then he’d have no way to misunderstand her meaning.
“No, elegance must come first, if only to show your power…” Sonia muttered. She collected herself and went to collect the foolish man and her incompetent subordinate.
Approaching the den of that impudent man, she didn’t expect much. What she didn’t expect to hear was strange silence, no… Something hid under that silence, Perhaps Ursula had put a deafening spell on the door.
“Sllrp! Sllrrp! Pwah!! How was that, milord?”
That… that was Ursula! And those sounds… she knew they could only be one thing. And just what was this “milord” talk!? Was the woman truly so shameless in her mission!?
“I’m impressed, Ursula! Only a day later and you can throat me like magic!” Sonia heard him laugh.
“I can’t get enough of this cock, milord. So thick…. Lady Sonia simply must see this…"
How dare that wench bring her into this! She wasn’t some doe-eyed whore to be bent over a table for a sack of gold!
“Heh… As scary as she can be, she is rather attractive.” She heard Hector admit.
“Heehee… I bet a cock like this would break her…” She heard Ursula's lips sink back onto the boy’s cock in some sloppy worship. So the girl thought that little of her, did she. It seems those two needed some discipline.
“So you think the fool boy would break me?” Sonia struck a pose as she opened the door, making sure her breasts and thick thighs were on full display in her racy outfit. She made each step towards the two a sashay dripping both lust and dominance. One leg over the other, somehow effortlessly slender and deliciously thick depending on where one’s eyes landed.
Ursula’s lips pulled back from the cock in her gullet, her lips coming off with a lascivious ‘pop’.
“Lady Sonia…” She did her best to flash a smile, though the grace of it was muddied by how slathered her lips were, not to mention the blue hair clinging to her lip.
“Don’t ‘Lady Sonia’ me you strumpet! This was supposed to be an easy job!” Sonia jeered, a cold stare billowing in her gold eyes. Sonia turned her eyes to the man in front of her. “I see Ursula has properly fluffed you up, at the very least.” Her eyes peered down to the heavy cock standing erect, a grisly club wreathed in a bush of blue. Quite big, she had to admit, but men were beasts, and she, a veritable goddess.
Her hand reached down and picked up where Ursula's mouth left off, her fingers dancing around the tip as she got used to the girth of it in her palm
‘Bigger than Brendan… that much is to be sure. Younger too…’ Sonia’s handjobs were like magic, to hear her ‘beloved’ husband tell it. All she had to do was let his aging hands paw at her, and let her hands work their magic. A few tugs was all it took to harvest those sweet morsels of quintessence. This man would be the same, she thought.
“How does my hand feel, boy.” Sonia whispered hotly into Hector’s ear. She made her breath tingle on his cheeks, all to let his body tense closer to that orgasm.
“Pretty good!” Hector said. Sonia fought back the urge to roll her eyes, letting another hand slide down his well-built physique to cup his heavy balls.
“I can only imagine how pent up you are. Perhaps I’ll show you how a master does things in the bedroom…” She teased.
“I bet your pussy feels amazing, Sonia.” Hector smirked. At that moment, and purely by coincidence, she should add, a moan came out of her. A large greedy hand had clapped itself past the slit in her dress to fondle her ass. The man was confident, she’d give him that…
“Excited for the main course, are we…” her voice a husky whisper, She brought her other hand to pinch a nipple of his, that pain should serve the upstart well enough, she thought.
“Ahh, a feisty one, are we?” Hector laughed, “I’ll have to pay you back for that later…”
We’ll see boy… Sonia went back to Hector’s ear, sinking back into that sultry contralto. “It’s something to be savoured… Now, be a good boy, and lie on the bed. Then, and only then, will I show you how a true woman feels.” If the boy wanted to bite off more than he could chew, then so be it. She had a few tricks and spells up her sleeve to punish the boy. Perhaps Ursula could restrain him, blindfold him, and then he'd see how the mighty Sonia gets her thrills…
"Nah.” Hector said.
Sonia blinked “I beg your pardon?” She didn’t like the way that hand sunk into the meat of her thigh…
“I think I have a better idea…” Before she could even comprehend what the oaf was planning, she felt another hand slip under her other thigh. Hard fingers sunk deep into her meaty legs forcing her to bite back a moan.
“What in the blazes are you doin-Gyaaah!!” She screamed. Hector’s heavy arms lifted her into the air like a ragdoll, suspending the woman into the air, her heels dangling off her feet. Unbidden, her hands held onto his shoulders, lest she fall. By all accounts she should rake his skin, burn him asunder, or do… something! Alas, she could only squirm in the megaton clutches of the barrel-chested marquess of Ostia.
“I’m going to break you, remember.” He let out a hearty laugh. She felt that brute’s oversized cudgel push against her queenly entrance, inhibited only by a threadbare veil of a whisper thin lace. She was far from some lily virgin, but the way his brutish cockhead pushed against her increasingly hot entrance sent a shiver down from her thighs down to the toes in her heels. Did the savage mean to push his cock through the lace!?”
“Oh yeah… forgot the undies…” The fool said. Finally, he’d put her down, and then she’d strike!.. Only Sonia felt her thigh slide down his arm, as the brute slid his hand up her thigh, pulling at the gossamer fabric from leg opening to waistband
Rrriiiiippp!!
In a show of brash masculinity, the brute’s hands ripped her silken smallclothes clean off!
“You utterly Loathsome brat! I’ll have your head for that I swear i-OOOOHHHHHH!!” Sonia’s tongue lashing was quickly interrupted when she was unceremoniously dropped onto Hector’s unwieldy cock, her sharp tongue lolling whorishly out of her mouth as her head snapped back. His cock was entirely in her, and her body utterly failed to adapt to that throbbing pressure. Her fingers clutched onto his jagged back, pushing her shapely breasts into his chest. Her hips shivered in his clutches, her arousal dripping onto the floor as her pussy did its damnedest to go against her wishes and slurp up the meaty treat. Her toes curled in her heels, threatening to fall off amidst the convulsive pleasures. What in the hells was going on!?
“Damn!” Hector groaned. “You were right, Ursula! Her pussy is fucking amazing!” His arms moved to hook her legs at her hourglass waist.
Sonia turned her head to the side to look at the horny little traitor. Ursula had long discarded her robes, leaving only her stockings on. Sonia could see the girl’s lovebitten breasts heave in unfettered excitement watching her mistress get manhandled. It was of no surprise to Sonia now to see her fingers pumping vigorously, making a mess of the sheets under her, and filling the air with more debauched noises.
“Goddess… I knew she would look amazing on your cock… How does it feel, Lady Sonia” Ursula breathed out, not once breaking eye contact with her as Sonia tried to weather out the throbbing pleasures in her.
Sonia would’ve glared at the woman, said something to wither the bitch, but the only thing to come out of her mouth was a debauched moan.
“I suppose that answers your question!” Hector chuckled. He bounced the girl down his arms to get a better grip on her thighs. Even that motion sent shocks running through her core, her nipples shuddering as they pushed against his body. As much as she reviled the oaf, her pussy was absolutely in love with the cock inside it! It drooled with ravenous hunger like she had never felt, using the sopping, sticky juices flooding her to coat the throbbing shaft splitting her. It clung greedily to his cock with every inch taken out of her drooling cunt.
She had to grit her teeth to stop herself from moaning out like a bitch in heat. How was this so… so…
“Fuck!” Sonia moaned, feeling Hector drop her all the way back down his shaft, filling her completely once again. The cockhead kissed her womb, sending her eyelids fluttering in a hazy spasm of sex soaked synapses. Her breasts bounced helplessly with the turbulent ravishing she received.
She had no time to savour the feelings coursing through her, as Hector continued to bounce her up and down his cock, hammering into her with a hurried, savage drumbeat against her shapely thighs. She could feel the powerful slams bounce her perfectly fat ass each time their loins connected,sending spasms down her legs, still dangling limply in the air.
“Ahhh! I love the way her ass bounces…” Ursula moaned behind her, her fingers still making a wet ruin of herself and the sheets. “I’ve always loved the way it moves when you walk the way you do, Lady Sonia… and seeing your voluptuous rear shake under such a mighty force." “Gooooods!!!” From the sound of it, Ursula had fingerfucked herself into a shameless orgasm just from the worship of Sonia’s ass.
“OH! OH! OOOOHH FUCK!!”
Not that Sonia was faring much better. Her delectable honey had quickly churned into a thick, lusty cream that trickled out of her pussy. She was using all her strength to damn up a shameless orgasm that threatened to break out of her with every meaty clap.
“Heh, wish I could see it…” Hector muttered. The man barely sounded fazed by the squelching bliss that was Sonia’s pussy, hammering into her in the same effortless way he trained day in and day out. Sonia felt the man sink his face into her ample bosom, biting away sheer fabric from an erect nipple, and popping it in his hungry mouth.
“MMMMNNNNN!!” If she were not as perfect as she was, she would have unraveled at the feeling of his teeth nipping at her pert nipples. Now, she had to endure a double sided assault: The insatiable sucking at her breast, and the indomitable cock battering her sopping wet pussy.
“If you’re not too tired Ursula, you could come get a front row seat!”
“I would love that!” Ursula beamed. Sonia heard the woman hop off the bed with a renewed energy and crawl right to where the two were connected.
“Lady Sonia, you're so enrapturing!” Ursula praised. Sonia could feel the woman grasp at her curves, hands reverentially gliding over her smooth skin in sharp contrast to the rough pounding she was receiving on the other side.
“Why don’t you give her a good spank! The Goddess knows she deserves it!” Hector pulled off Sonia’s breast to egg on her horny underling.
Sonia moaned as a hand clapped her bouncing rear, not hard, but she hadn’t expected Ursula to just go for it. Smaller fingers kneaded the supple flesh like a soft pillow. “It’s so soft, Lady Sonia! I love it!”
“C’mon, harder!” Hector chanted. “She can take it!
At his behest, another harder swat struck her rear.
“FUCK!!” Sonia bellowed, feeling the cheek redden against the blow.
“Gods! You should feel how her pussy grips when you do that, Ursula!” Hector groaned.
“It felt good for me too!” Ursula moaned. “How about you, Lady Sonia?”
She wasn’t going to answer that. She couldn’t answer that with a straight answer if she wanted to…
“How about one more! Really make it bounce with this one!” Hector grunted
Sonia heard the air whistle before the blow even connected
“SMACK!!!” The blow left a reddening handprint almost instantaneously, sending the cheek bouncing hard into the other, the motion rippling back the other way a beat later.
“OOOOOHHHHH!!!” Sonia finally came. She had never felt anything like it. Her vision clouded in white as her eyes rolled back, her body heating up like the strongest spell coursing through her veins. Her mind crashed through the plateau of her ego, bringing in a new rush of wanton euphoria as she surrendered her body to the man still slamming into her spasming pussy. Her pussy convulsed as her juices spilled out of her, mixing with the erotic cream running down Hector’s shaft.
“Gods’ she’s cumming so much..!” Ursula marvelled, watching the divine treat trickle down Hector’s shaft and down his balls, tasting the bits that speckled her face.
“You’re free to lick up whatever runs down my balls” Hector offered oh-so graciously.
Ursula didn’t need a second thought to consider, it seemed, almost immediately she could hear the woman’s muffled moans and sloppy licks on Hector’s sack and base, lapping up the sinful essence that trickled down from Sonia's flooded fountain.
To think that the great Sonia, one of three mighty morphs, the most beautiful creature given mortal form, was reduced to an orgasmic wreck getting slammed down a brash lordling’s cock… It was insane! It was unbelievable! It was… intoxicating!! Her pussy clamped down on his cock, utterly begging for his load. Combined with the worshiping lips against his balls, a man could only take so much before being taken over that point of no return.
“Cumming!” Hector grunted. she felt him throb in her overtight, oversensitive snatch as his thrusts grew faster and harder into her. With a climatic slam that knocked a heel clean off her foot, he sheathed his cock into her, shooting out bolts of white hot cum deep into her pussy. Her lolling tongue was claimed in an aggressive kiss as Hector flooded her womb with thick, virile seed. Her mind long lost in a euphoric haze of unprecedented lust. Nobody ever told her how good it could feel to be claimed and fucked like a baseborn whore. Despite her fluttering eyelids, she could hear Ursula lap up the lascivious slurry that trickled out of her overflowing pussy still plugged by Hector’s cock. The lord pulled his tongue from Sonia’s own needy grasp.
“See? That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” THe man smiled so brazenly, it would have inflamed Sonia’s rage hours ago, yet now she could only smile whorishly , knowing he spoke as he strode.
Hector had already proven himself a capable master, certainly more kind than Nergal, and Sonia had begun to understand the merits of a lord that would fuck her senseless if she but asked of it.
Hector carried her over to the plush bed and laid her face down, not unkindly, on the bed.
“Once you catch your breath. I’m gonna fuck this fat ass of yours…” He whispered in her ear and massaged her stinging bottom, the sweet promise sending heated pulses through her pussy.
“Yes… Master…” Sonia moaned.
“PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP”
The sounds of primal lovemaking drowned out Sonia's depraved squeals as Hector utterly drilled her rear from behind. A little prep work for Sonia, and a bit of “lubrication” from Ursula’s dripping snatch, and he was ready to give her fat butt all it could take.
Hector had always been a man of harsh justice, and the Black Fang from his world deserved retribution and more. But seeing the haughty, cruel seductress helplessly ball up sheets, her pussy and lips soaked with their combined fluids, her heavy ass rippling and bouncing with every full-forced crash of hips… Well that was as good a justice as any, he supposed. Though a little more discipline couldn’t hurt…
“Keep tightening that ass!” Hector ordered, striking her jiggly rear with an open palm.
“Ooooh!” Sonia groaned. She tightened alright, cumming for the… frankly he hadn’t kept count. Her juices splattered against his balls each time he clapped against them. Hector wasn’t stopping just for her, he couldn’t pretend to be a gentleman with such a voluptuous woman writhing all around his shaft. He put a hand down on her back, holding her steady so he could hammer his heavy strokes into her.
“My, that’s the - Ahhh!.. That’s the fifth time this session, milord.” Ursula moaned, her fingers rubbing frantic circles around her own soaked entrance. Turning his head, Hector could see his seed trickle out of her. Maybe he should have finished outside… But goddess, did it feel good to unload in her!
“And how about you? How many times have you came?” Hector asked, keeping a focus on his task at hand.
“S-seven!” Her voice hitched. From the sound of it, it was going to be eight soon.
“A-at least I’m doing better than that harlot…” Sonia spit out, her voice hitching with each heavy blow pushing her forward.
“Hey now!” Hector had found the women quite competitive. As fun as it was to see, he didn’t think he could take all the catfighting. It would make his life easier if they kissed and made up. Hmmm! Now that’d be a sight…
Hector pulled his eyes away from Sonia’s shaky rear, turning to beckon Ursula over. “Why don’t you come over here and make a peace offering." The invitation was clearly music to the Blue Crow’s ears. She pulled her glazed fingers away from her sticky entrance and all but stumbled over to the bed.
“Has Sonia tasted your cum, milord?” Sonia asked, her eyes ablaze with wanton desire, though he couldn’t tell if it was for him or her mistress.
“Y’know… I don’t think she has…” Hector thought for a moment, trying to ignore Sonia’s whimpers.
“Please Milord, let me give her a taste of what you gave me. You shot quite a lot in me. She said, rubbing her stomach tenderly.
“That’s a swell idea, Ursula!” Hector agreed. “What do you think, Sonia?”
“G-goddsss…” He’d wager Sonia barely registered a word.
“I suppose she wouldn’t mind a little perk-me-up!” Hector laughed, “I’d planned to fill this ass of hers anyway” Hector said, filling a hand with Sonia’s bubbly rump.
Hector halted his brash assault on Sonia, pulling out for Ursula to get in place on the bed, just for the moment. The slender vixen laid herself down on plush pillows, opening her legs up for the woman in front of her, her heavy lidded eyes only now registering the treat in front of her: A delectable cream slowly dribbling out from Ursula’s sweet, pink pussy like a mastercraft confection.
“Go on, get yourself a taste…” Hector urged on, taking a moment to knead a heavy breast.
Hector watched Sonia bring herself closer to the creamy treat in Ursula. She started with a tentative lick, her tongue lapping up a sample of the mixture of cream and honey.
“Mmmmm…” Clearly she enjoyed the treat. Her delicate lips grew to delectable slurps as Sonia began to eat out her loyal subordinate. Hector could hear Ursula whimper against the feeling of Sonia’s tongue.
“Oooh Lady Sonia..! You’re amazing…” Ursula moaned, She spread her legs open to urge the golden eyed woman on, an invitation she was eager to take as she pushed her tongue deeper into the woman to sup on more of that life-giving cream dripping out of her.
The beautiful sight of Sonia face-down ass-up, eating out his load from the equally curvaceous Ursula, well it was enough to make most men lose themselves on the spot. Hector was not most men though. The lascivious sight only served to speed up his pounding into her snug rear.
“Just try walking after this, you whore!” Hector bellowed over the lurid claps of flesh, unleashing the primal fury in his loins. Sonia’s plush rump was awash with ripples as it struggled against heavy slam after heavy slam. Her moans were silenced by Ursula’s sopping quim, but the Blue Crow was moaning in debased, protracted shudders as her mistress’ tongue slithered into her entrance, lapping up the excess cum, and slathering her folds for her own honey. Goddess, a man could get used to this…
“You two should do this more often!” Hector groaned, digging his fingers into her rear, hard! He knew the haughty bitch could take it and she more than deserved it for that matter. He could feel just how wet Sonia’s pussy was each time his sack slapped against her sensitive lips. A ravenous urge to fill up that fertile flower smoldered in his head. Perhaps he wouldn’t end here tonight. It wasn’t wise, but Hector was a warrior, and a warrior was nothing without instinct. There was no denying the carnal pleasures, her voluptuous body, the will in his rigid member… He was going to breed these two!
Ursula’s orgasmic cries snapped him out of the trance Sonia’s bouncing butt put him in. The woman’s head shot back as her chest heaved with each contracted moan that belted out of her, He could see Sonia’s head bobbing back and forth, though that was as much from his wild thrusts pushing her forward as her own lustful hunger.
Hector was getting close… But he knew the night was far from over. NO, he wouldn’t rest until every one of these conniving vixens’ cumslut holes were filled to the brim. He watched Ursula clamber tiredly onto hands and knees to look at Lady Sonia face to face
“This is utter perfection, Lady Sonia…” She breathed
“Fuck! It truly is!” Sonia yelped. As if the sight couldn’t get any better, the heavy lidded, fuck-drunk women inched closer, and closer until their vivacious lips locked together in a hungry, tongue swirling kiss.
Yes. Yes! Hearing the wet smacks and hot moans as the two voluptuous women locked lips was the perfect cherry on top of this beautiful scene! Hector’s speed revved up, slamming into Sonia’s asshole faster than he ever thought possible. His hard fingers braced themselves on that soft svelte waist of hers as his rigid hips crashed against her own curved form. . He could feel his cock swell up with each hectic sheathe into her rear, each stroke slower and harder than the last. All until….
“GHRAAAAAAAAAGH!!!”
Hector roared as he let loose a colossal blast of searing cum right into Sonia’s rear. He could feel the woman come undone as well, feeling her hips gyrate and her pussy splatter against his thighs. His hand shot down to grab a handful of those midnight blue locks of hers and pulled back! The lustful lip lock was harshly broken as Sonia’s wordless squeals filled the air as Hector pulled her back against his chest, locking his free arm around her midsection to hold her steady as he effortlessly filled her up.
Sonia’s head reared back in abject euphoria, her tongue lolling out to let out hot squeals of orgasmic bliss. Hector couldn’t help putting two fingers between her wanting lips. She began to suck on them as soon as his fingers hooked into her hot mouth, her tongue quickly coming to slather his thick digits amidst muffled groans.
Hector held her hard and steady letting his seed shoot, overflow, and then spill out, all the more practice for later that night. He saw Ursula watching the lewd display wide eyed and jaw dropped, her fingers kneading a heavy breast as she watched on in awe. Hector only gave her a wink, signifying that she’d get more later.
Slowly, Hector’s pulses slowed, and once he was fully satiated, at least for the time being, he dropped the woman, letting her fall off his cock and onto the bed. The temptress may as well have been casting some arcane spell, the way she babbled in senseless pleasure.
Even with load after load milked from his loins, Hector was still hungry. Still throbbing. Just looking at the two girls sent carnal flames to fuel him on. He hungered. He needed to fill them up like wanton dockside whores. And above all else…
He needed to take a piss.
Hector looked Ursula in the eyes, and smiled. “I’ll be right back. I want your legs spread wide and up in the air for me by the time I come back.
Ursula, the very same woman who had been utterly disgusted by her seductive task, now bobbed her head eagerly, clambering into place before he even left the door.
“MMMMM Schuuulp”
“Slurrp, Do you like our breasts milord…” Sonia purred, as the two women kneaded their mountainous breasts against his spire of a cock. The smell of sex permeated the entire room, as the cum filled women worshipped their favorite cock. Their massive chests sandwiched his meaty rod between them, their sensitive nipples squeezing and dragging over each other each time the two moved.
Sonia focused on shimmying her breasts, utilizing small sensual movements to pleasure her man. Every so often, she’d roll out her long tongue to lick up a bit of precum bubbling from the tip… Often to Ursula’s dismay.
Ursula was more focused on keeping a tight hold on her chest in an effort to milk out a shot of his load over her face and tits. She let her drool that dribbled each time her and Sonia’s tongues kissed lube him up for her heaving drags of her heavy chest.
Hector simply lay there, arms behind his head, enjoying the sight. That primal fury had finally slowed, and he was back to being jolly old Hector, for the time being. Admittedly he may have said some embarrassing things, but the feeling was so good. He was probably worrying too much!
“Keep going girls, I’m close!” He knew by now that those were the magic words to send the women into overdrive. The two mages shot each other a sly grin and began to move their huge chests in tandem with each other, matching each press, pull, and lick until they were in harmony with one another.
“We’re the perfect pair, aren’t we Lord Hector…” Ursula asked, her words dripping with lust
“Oh yes…” Hector answered
“Perhaps we can move our quarters closer to yours, for safety’s sake, of course. You're our partner now…” Sonia made sure to accentuate each breathy coo with a shimmy of her chest, which she was proud to say got out a ragged groan from her man.
“That sounds like a -Ghaaaah… a good plan.” Hector groaned, feeling what he could tell was Ursula’s tongue swirl around his head. Hers was not as long and skilled as Sonia’s but the plush, wet feeling of hers couldn’t be beat.
Ursula pulled away, just in time for Sonia’s to seal her lips around Hector’s girthy glans. Feeling that vacuum seal tight around him, and that long, slippery tongue swirling around the tip… Good stuff. Good stuff indeed…
“Would you like to continue breaking us in, milord?: Ursula asked. Her hand began to massage his balls, rolling them in her palm as her svelte fingers caressed the heavy orbs.”
“Well… I’m not giving up training for the world… and I’m gonna have lunch with Lilina…” Hector pondered, but after all that, yeah. I’ll fuck you two. Just be in my room naked for when I’m done. It’ll be a nice refresher after a long day.”
Already the girls’ hips shook with excitement.
“Do give Lilina my regards, for all I know, she is my child… She is quite the accomplished mage, no?” Ursula winked at him.
“Pwaaaah! Are you daft, Ursula!” Sonia barked, a strand of spit still on her luscious lips, "Her intellect and effortless grace are mine and mine alone!”
Goddess… Hector didn’t think that far ahead. Could either of them truly be..! No, it was a snowball’s chance in hell that either could have been Lilina’s mother! In any world!
“Girls. Girls!” Hector commanded. “I don’t want any arguments! Not now.” He waited for the two girls to nod, smiling at their obedience. “Good girls. Now… Kiss and make up!” He ordered.
The two girls turned to each other, their full lips glistening, their eyes full of lust. And did they kiss… The two women embraced each other as if they were bride and, well, bride! A full passionate display of “making up”, complete with wet smacks, moans, and an ample amount of tongue. Hector had thought himself thoroughly wrung out, until now. This lascivious display of affection brought back the thunder, however. Perhaps he could just do a light 50 reps today after all.
“Eenie. Meenie. Miney. You” Hector’s cock slapped between Ursula’s cheeks, startling the short haired woman. He wasted no time grabbing onto her hip, lining up his cock, and slamming into her.
He beckoned Sonia over to Ursula’s side before she could get mad, before he know it, he had Ursula’s womanly hips desperately slamming back against him and Sonia’s shapely rear shaking in anticipation for his fingers
Heh, girls are as good as training after all! He could barely hear the girls squeal on account of how good it all felt.
Father, are you listening? LIlina asked, her smile replaced by concern. Hector woke up from the lustful reminiscence to look at his daughter. His tea was probably hot enough to drink by now, though it was not as if he liked the stuff. He only drank it for her.
“Oh… of course honey, just… thinking of how cute you look!
“Oh, Father!” Lilina blushed.
“What were you saying again?” I was saying I was going to go dress shopping with Roy.
Roy… Hector saw his daughter do her best to conceal the blush on her face, but she always blushed big and bright when it came to that three-letter name. The gall, trying to take his own daughter away!
“I-It’s just dress shopping…” Lilina stammered, likely seeing the scowl on Hector’s own face. Ahhh, he supposed he couldn’t very well blame his daughter for being passionate. She gets it from the old man, of course! Speaking of heritage…
“Have you ever find anybody who could be your mother here?” Hector asked “I remember you saying you don’t have much memory of her.
“Well… Lilina thought. I’ve certainly narrowed it down, though it’s not as if I can ask every woman you know if they could be my mom!” She giggled. “My guess is they likely have blueish hair, and were likely well versed in magic - House Ostia isn’t known for its mages, after all. But still… There are no such allies from your world that fit those criteria in the Order of Heroes. None of the other mes seem to know either! Positively maddening!
Yeah! Maddening… Perhaps Hector needed to get one of those contra-whatchamacallit spells before it was too late…
“Milord Hector” He nearly broke into a deluge of cold sweat, hearing Sonia’s dulcet tones. It was surprising to see her leaving their shared suite since their “partnership” had been ironed out, and never had she come to see him when he met with Lilina!
“Hello, Sonia! A fine day to see you!” Hector conjured up all of his courtly training to save face… “I see your subordinate is not with you.”
“Ah, yes. I’m afraid Ursula came down with something of a… stomach ache, so to speak.” She said, her lips curling up in a sinful smile. “I myself am feeling somewhat under the weather, with some cravings as well…”
Hector would have screamed, provided his jaw hadn’t dropped to the floor…
“You may have a sweet if you’d like!” Lilina offered, a smile on her face as always.
“My what a gorgeous and kind daughter Milord has! I’m Lady Sonia, a former adversary turned staunch ally to your father!
“Interesting! Father has never spoken of you before!” Lilina said
“Oh I’m sure we'll get well acquainted very soon.” Sonia smiled, a hand tenderly rubbing her stomach as she took a bite of a cream-filled pastry.
Goddess!! This can’t be happening…