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I

It hardly seemed like the kind of place any civilised agent of the Enclave might hang out. And the fact he stood out like a store thumb was immediately apparent to Oral before he'd even pushed his way into the rowdy roadside inn.

The building had been a blasted smouldering ruin once upon a time, and long since the Great Shitstorm that had ravaged the world the inn had been restored into a semblance of presentability. Much of the timber frame was forged from the blasted wood that still sprouted out of the dry, cracked earth nearby and the stone making up the walls had been carried in from quarries that were plentiful in these barren lands.

Anthros of nearly every kind filled the place, warming by the massive hearth in the middle of the chamber. The raucous merriment could be heard from within way over by the stables where dozens of horses and carriages were parked. Booze flowed over the bar by the gallons while the hum and musk of sex mingled into the aura of rambunctious masculinity and stale alcohol.

The countryside residents weren't the most civilised lot, particularly when placed next to a citizen of the Enclave like Agent Oral Sexton.

Instead of towering over the many other patrons while dressed in naught but rags, Oral was a lean and athletic cheetah. His golden fur spotted with black was well groomed considering how far he had travelled, the wasteland muck caking at the ends of his cargo pants and dust clinging to his shirt and scarf. His slight build didn't sport the bulging crotches and flexing bands of iron-like muscle like on the other patrons who seemed to have evolved for the hostile environment they lived in.

Pressing through the door, Oral immediately had to duck sideways as a metal tankard flew across the room and clattered into a wall behind him somewhere. The projectile's landing was punctuated by the smack of a fist meeting a face and the lion who'd done the throwing getting his ass decked by an equine whose pants were bunched about his ankles and a pair of scantily clad working girls worshipped his glistening shaft.

Oral pulled a face as he noted an orgy of decadence with one slow pan of the room. One glance alone was like the establishing shot for an amateur porno. He realised with a grimace that he had fallen well beyond the cradle of leftover civilisation.

Consulting his mental notes, Oral crossed the tavern, weaving between the various wooden tables at which patrons played drinking games or enjoyed the erotic company of various exotic dancers. One such dancer was stood on the table, her hips gyrating to some unheard music as below the patrons watched with lusty smiles, their eyes fixed upward on her bare body while the dancer's colleagues were squatted down under the table, heads bobbing to the same rhythm.

Oral would be lying if he said the display didn't cause something of a pleasant twinge in his nethers. But he had a job to focus on, so shaking off a momentary daze as one of the dancers standing at the bar gave him a come-hither look that could make a eunuch blush, Oral pressed on.

It wasn't until he rounded the massive hearth that he found what he was looking for. The hulking figure was bigger than the other rowdy barbarians fornicating and drinking all around, and yet somehow he blended into a corner where much of the fire-light couldn't reach.

The anthro dire wolf was immense, best described as a titan. Standing, his head would surely brush the rafters, and he wore naught but a pair of fur boots with a set of leather belts crossing his barrel chest and a kilt, currently pulled back so it hardly served any purpose anymore. Sticking up in the air, but stuffed into a warm sheath so it wouldn't get cold, his cock was easily the size of Oral's torso. Several feet long and nearly a foot in girth with a bright red bulb swelling at the base, right above a massive pair of nuts. The canine's knot indicated he was close to the moment of busting, yet as he sat casually laid back with one arm on the table, propping up his head, Krun McSlabrod looked almost more bemused than loving at the woman bouncing in his lap.

A voluptuous mare barely clad in the uniform of the barmaids passing swill out to the patrons was stretched open to the point of breaking. She'd abandoned her duties almost entirely, a pair of mugs dangling in her grip as she bounced up and down on the barbarian's cock. Her apron was lifted up and tied off to reveal it was all she wore to conceal the luscious curves of her hourglass body, much of the chest portion tucked between her large breasts so that they could swing with relative ease. Wrapped around her waist was one of Krun's hands, helping her jump up and down on the cock that ravaged her pussy mercilessly.

The mare's eyes were rolled back and her tongue hung out of her mouth as her clit slammed into his hot, firm knot again and again. Even her arms and legs had gone weak, dangling uselessly and twitching every so often as she moaned with a mixture of desperation and brainless pleasure.

Krun's musk, even with the distance and the keening barmaid between them was powerful. Powerful enough to make Oral's head spin a little and put him in a state that might offend.

Normally Oral could wait, but going by the waterfall of feminine juices flowing down over Krun's balls this encounter had lasted quite a while, and was probably due to last longer. Time was of the essence, so he stepped forward.

"Krun McSlabrod? I'm from the Enclave."

As Oral introduced himself, Krun gave the cheetah a sidelong glance, then looked away again, making no indication of interest.

Clearing his throat, Oral went on to say, "I was an agent of the Enclave until recently. They retired me from active service when I was the only survivor in a raid. We were ambushed a few days ago by forces of the Lich Queen, better known as Mhali. She kidnapped three princesses from the king's harem we were escorting to the capitol-..."

There was more story to be told, but Oral stopped politely when Krun opened his mouth to speak.

"Might wanna move, kid," he grunted casually, making Oral blink confoundedly.

"Why?"

As he was speaking, he hadn't noticed how the barmaid riding in Krun's lap had begun the convulse and twitch. Involuntary tremors ran from her toes all the way up her legs, jerking at her jelly-like arms while her moans grew louder and louder until with a scream, she orgasmed.

Oral had heard of female climax before, but had never witnessed a woman ejaculate so hard she sprayed like a shower head out of her stretched pussy. A thick rain leapt forward and drenched the front of Oral's shirt, making him leap back with surprise.

Krun chuckled. "That's why."

Lifting the barmaid off of his cock, the bright red member popped from her body with a wet sucking noise and he set her down as the final spurt of his semen laid across the floorboards. A mixture of creamy fluids gushed down the mare's inner thigh as she staggered back towards the bar to resume her shift, light headed and bow legged, still trying to figure out which way was up.

Oral was still wiping down the front of his shirt with a disgusted expression when Krun reached over and gave his ale a casual sip, throwing his kilt over his still erect cock. It barely hid the mighty thing from view, tenting the garment and leaving nearly half a foot of cock visible, as well as his balls that had barely shrunk after pumping the mare full.

"Not interested, spellfighter," Krun growled noncommittally.

Oral's hand instinctively floated down to the hilt of his wand, holstered safely on his thigh. Most primitives outside the Enclave didn't get to see much magic, and the general population didn't know a wand-wielder until they conjured some kind of arcane power. Krun seemed versed however and noted the arcane focus on Oral's hip in one glance.

Oral's eyes narrowed as he considered the barbarian's answer. "The Enclave has need of your brawn. To deny the call is to-..."

The cheetah tapered off as Krun turned to look at him for the first time. It was an intense glare that could no doubt stop an arrow in mid-flight.

"You don't know me, Agent Blowjob," he said, setting aside his tankard and heaving himself to his feet. "So you get this one pass. I ain't keen on repeating myself. I said I ain't interested. Now scram."

Before Oral could say anything more, the large dire wolf plodded around the hearth towards the bar to get another drink. He was so focused on the task he didn't notice the front door fly open and a number of squat figures waddle into the tavern.

Oral recognised the newcomers with a start as they started to scatter and spread among the patrons. Only about four feet tall, the ugly little creatures were aptly named 'gillrats.' The illegitimate offspring of a rat and a bug-eyed fish, the gillrats always seemed to be perpetually gasping for air as they grasped crude implements and weapons in clawed hands while stalking about the tavern.

It made the cheetah frown as he wondered what on earth the creatures were doing here. And he realised too later he wasn't the only one who had come looking for Krun McSlabrod.

One of the gillrats sporting a pair of daggers spotted the towering dire wolf and hissed venomously. In a shot, the creature lunged forward, ready to stab and all Oral could do was cry: "Watch out!"

Krun moved with impressive speed for a guy of his size. Sliding left, he narrowly avoided the gillrat's lunge, and the creature face planted himself into the side of the bar. A second gillrat made a similar leap, but as he sprinted forward Krun merely had to turn around. His perpetual erection swung like a club and smacked the gillrat clean in the face, throwing it into the deck with a thud.

As the drunk and sex addled patrons slowly came to terms with the squat figures picking a fight in their midst, there was a twang of a crossbow string and a bolt went whistling across the tavern. It missed Krun's ear narrowly and smashed some liquor bottles behind the bar while a pair of gillrats jumped the barbarian.

Seeing the archer set his foot in the crossbow stirrup to reload, Oral leapt forward. Krun was engaged by more gillrat foot soldiers, and the second bolt was sure to take his head off.

Touching his wand, the spellslinger felt a surge of energy in his veins and with preternatural speed he darted across the tavern. He rolled across a table as the gillrat's crossbow came up for the next shot and another twang let loose the iron projectile.

Oral however landed lightly and reached forward, plucking the projectile out of the air with no effort at all. Whipping around and projecting his magical force into the bolt, Oral threw it back at the owner, nailing the gillrat to the wall.

His wand cleared its holster a second later and he put high energy blasts into the nearest gillats now turning their attention to Krun's impromptu ally.

Chaos - more than before - enveloped the tavern as many of the patrons and working girls dove for cover. Some found the front door and bolted outside. At the same time Krun lifted one of his assailants high into the air and broke the gillrat in half across the bar. With an annoyed roar he caught the next one mid leap, redirected it's momentum and punted the creature into the hearth.

In a shower of sparks and burning embers, the gillrat tumbled out the other side, scraggly fur and rag-like clothing blazing. The gillrat screamed and wailed, running throughout the mess of fleeing bodies, setting fire to furniture, drapes and puddles of spilled moonshine in passing.

Before long the tavern was fully ablaze, tongues of fire enveloping the slate roof and licking out of the windows. One of the structural walls collapsed as the last of the patrons bailed out, causing the ancient structure to collapse in a heap.

It seemed everything left inside had perished... until the burning rubble shifted and wading out of the fire came a large figure with a smaller silhouette following couching in his wake.

Oral was waving smoke out of his face and brushing the soot from his fatigues before he reached over and patted out a few embers smouldering on Krun's kilt.

Krun stood tall and stoic as ever, the mare barmaid he'd been fucking silly earlier under one arm, and a smaller vixen draped over his massive erection. In his free hand he had trapped one of the surviving gillrats, and while he set down the girls, didn't seem to be planning on letting the squat minion go.

As the barmaids bid the barbarian thanks, the vixen planting a sloppy kiss on the tip of his cock, and scampered away, Krun held up his gillrat prisoner and squeezed.

"Why did you attack me? What do you want?" he snarled.

The gillrat choked. "None of your busine-... urgk!"

The creature's snide squeal ended in a choking gasp as Krun squeezed his thick fingers about the thing's small neck and skull. There were a few pops of joints in the gillrat being dislocated, a long crack of a split running through the thing's skull.

Giving a gargling scream, the gillrat broke into talking. "It was the dark mistress! My queen, Mhali! She sent us to assassinate the only hero who could stop her plans from coming to fruition! You! She sent us to kill you!"

It was all Krun needed to hear. He twisted the gillrat's neck like turning the head on an action-figure, then tossed the body before looking east. The topography of the world wasn't particularly complex, with civilisation to the west and nothing but death to the east. Mhali's lair was well enough known to most barbarians out in the wasteland. Few did mercenary work for her from time to time. Smarter ones like Krun knew to give the place a wide berth.

Until today, it seemed, as he started walking.

Oral quickly stepped up to the towering dire wolf's side. "Where are you going?"

"Visiting Mhali," Krun answered bluntly.

"So you'll help me rescue the princesses?"

"Nope."

"Then what?"

"Gonna fuck Mhali to death."

Oral paused in his tracks and blinked. "... simple, but arguably effective."

Clearly the assassination attempt had struck a nerve, but that suited the cheetah to an extent. So long as Krun was pointed in the right direction, Oral could make this rescue operation work.

Quickly jogging to catch up to Krun, he introduced himself more formally. "Oral Sexton by the way. Spellfighter by vocation. I think our skills will definitely compliment one another on this mission to rescue-..."

"I'm not interested in heroics or making friends," Krun interrupted without looking. "You wanna come along, Mister Blowjob? Fine. We can fuck up Mhali together. Just don't get any funny ideas about our working relationship."

Oral huffed. "Wouldn't dream of it." He then added as they continued down the path, "We'd better make haste though. No doubt the princesses are in deep trouble..."

II

The gillrat threw his head back and let out a feral scream before rushing forward. The whip in his right hand cracked noisily... until with a thud it was kicked from his grasp.

Princess Nadya Strong tightened her firm forearms about the neck of the other gillrat she was strangling as she kicked her legs out and trapped the new attacker between her muscular thighs. The anthro wolfess was built like an Amazonian warrior, and as such quite easily wrestled the gagging gillrats to the floor of the chamber, the display of an Amazonian femme-fatale subduing their comrades warding off the other gillrat minions.

Across the large stone chamber were other figures, two of Nadya's fellow princesses. Sasha Nobber, by far the Enclave King's favoured courtesan, was being shoved by nearly seven gillrats desperately trying to get her in one of the cells of the dungeon chamber. With little to no avail.

The pale white furred mink was the very definition of a 'thick build. She had bombastic curves swelling her hips and melon-sized breasts into an hourglass figure of epic proportions. Her long blonde hair, as voluminous as her curvy body, cascaded in waves of gold silk down to the small of her back which looked like it might snap like a toothpick under the weight of her massive tits.

Still, she kept her posture quite well, considering the gillrat captors were trying to shove her into one of the cells, with zero success. Her breasts and hips were wider than the narrow cell door, and she squirmed uncomfortably against the gillrats trying to shove her in.

While they struggled, several more gillrats writhed in an altogether more pleasant struggle on the far end of the cell. The final princess, Elika Thott, was seated in the corner casually filing her nails without a care in the world.

Scattered about her were several floored gillrats with throbbing erections and blank, wide-eyed expressions. They were clutching their cocks in desperation and twitching uncontrollable as fountains and fountains of cum spurted into the air, splattering to the floor and coating their own scraggly bodies in thick white slime. They were far too distracted to be disgusted however, rolling about on the spot and making cum-angels as they looped through uncontrollable orgasm after orgasm.

Two more gillrats broke off to jump Elika, but all the fair vixen had to do was glance up from her nails and offer the creatures an innocent little pout. The gillrats were set off in a moment, their erections ripping through their pants as they dropped onto all fours and power-washed the floor with jizz.

Chuckling at the effect her magical gaze had on them, Elika set back to her casual grooming. It was an unusual gift, a gaze so smouldering a single look could make man and woman alike orgasm immediately. But it had it's uses, especially in the Enclave courts fully of horny nobles. Unlike her sisters Nadya and Sasha, Elika didn't have to get her hands, mouth or other orifices so dirty all the time.

Not that she had a problem with getting dirty, mind you.

Between Sasha not fitting through the door in her cell, Elika's rapturous gaze and Nadya's ass-kicking, the gillrats were not doing their one job for the day with any particular effectiveness. That was probably why the door was flung open so violently, the full force of Mhali's irritation behind it.

She strode into the room with a straight back, her shoulders squared back a little and chin held high in narcissistic confidence. Even her stride betrayed that this woman was not to be fucked with. Her long, slender, white furred legs that seemed to go on forever ended in a pair of glossy black stilettoes on her feet. There was a slit up along her dress, right up to her right hip to ensure those sultry legs could move freely. One foot in front of the other with a sway to her curvy hips she moved into the light revealing herself in her tall splendour.

The anthropomorphic bat was pale white with large ruby red eyes and peered with fiery intensity. Her body was clad in a form fitting silk gown, though dragging on the floor still revealing her long legs with a plunging neckline revealing plenty of the soft valley between her perky breasts that had her gillrat minions drooling in an instant.

The moment Nadya saw the treacherous lich queen, the warrior princess dumped the gillrats she was choking out. A swift kick dealt with the last creature in her path and with a cry Nadya rushed Mhali.

Mhali barely missed a step. Ducking around the princess, she wrapped the wolfess into a swift stranglehold and tugged, subduing her quickly. From there Mhali's free hand slid down across Nadya's bare body and her long slender fingers settled between her thighs, curling to dip into a yearning little honeypot that had gone unloved too long.

Nadya immediately lost all will to fight, and with wide eyed ecstasy gave out a ghostly howl of pleasure. Her hips jerked involuntarily, thrusting against Mhali's digits with desperation as a torrent of femcum squirted down her legs.

Casually flicking her wrist with her other hand, Mhali directed her attention on Sasha and Elika. The former disappeared in a flash of light, then re-appeared inside her cell. Tendrils of darkness reached out from the corners of the room and subdued Elika, binding her wrists above her head and clapping a blindfold over her eyes, relieving the dried up gillrats from their nonstop orgasms.

"Why fight, when there is no hope, darlings?" Mhali teased. "The Enclave has abandoned you."

"A-a-a-agent Oraaaaaaaa-... aaaaaah!" Nadya could barely hold it together as she rose through multiple orgasms, pressing her body tighter against the bat's, savouring the feel of her long digits exploring her slick and quivering tunnel and the firm curves of Mhali's body. "Oral will come for us," Nadya struggled to say between the pleasured convulsions of her body.

"Your dashing agent is dead," Mhali said bluntly. "If not by my hand, then by the hands of my minions."

She dragged Nadya across the chamber and dumped her with a small shove in a cell, snapping the door shut with another casual wave of her hand. Nadya could hardly put up a fight, never mind sit up as she rode through he aftershocks of her eighth orgasm in just a few seconds. Her legs were soaked through by her own juices and there was a long wet trail darkening the stone floor where Mhali had dragged her to the cell.

"There will always be more heroes," Nadya stammered as she managed to roll over and direct a glare at the lich queen.

That made her giggle, setting her hands on her hips. "As we speak, my minions are assassinating any warrior powerful enough to stand up to me. Soon I'll be able to proceed with my plans uncontested. I'll become a goddess..." she leaned forward, and her sharp teeth glinted venomously, making Nadya shiver. "Nobody is coming to save you. Nobody can stop me."

It was getting dark, and night was a bad time to travel, even on the roads. As gung-ho as he was, even Krun wanted to set up camp as the light failed, but Oral had insisted on pressing forward. The Enclave princesses were in danger, and he was sure he wouldn't get a wink of sleep.

So they pressed on headstrong into the wilderness, the landscape changing around them as they progressed closer to Mhali's fortress of evil. Barren, open wasteland gave way to a few barren, blasted trees with blackened bark and knotted fingers for branches. Only a few at first. Then shortly after the cracked dry landscape closed in, the blasted forest so thick Oral could hardly see a hundred metres into the woods.

And as if that wasn't foreboding enough, they came across the site of a battle. The remains of the carriages, splintered and smouldering still from the heat of magical blasts that crisscrossed the site were familiar to Oral. Especially as he knelt to pick up a discarded side panel, emblazoned with the flaked pain depicting an Enclave royal insignia.

Both Krun and the cheetah were pulled out of their search by a shrill cry. His wand in hand, Oral led the way around the smashed remains of a carriage to lay eyes on a woman sitting on all-fours.

Sasha's flamboyant curves were impossible to mistake, even as the mink looked up desperately. Her skirt was flenced open and her panties were shredded while thrusting into her snatch from behind was a drooling gillrat, going at her pussy like it was desperate to cum as quickly as possible.

"Agent Sexton!" she screamed spotting Oral, her voice seeming indifferent to the cock slamming her again and again. "Help! It's ruining my dress!"

The girl certainly had odd priorities.

The gillrat looked up and spotted them before hissing and throwing a leg over Sasha's extremely wide, rounded hips. His knot firmly lodged in her, the gillrat then waddled off into the trees, dragging Sasha along with her, leaving behind one of her shoes and leaving rake lines in the dirt where she clawed at the ground.

"Ooooraallll!" she squealed as the gillrat dragged her away.

Immediately Oral dashed forward to follow, Krun calling out somewhere behind him.

"Wait, it's a trick-..." the wolf began, but Oral was deaf to all warnings.

His wand glowing with feral energy, the spellfighter set into the trees after the gillrat and his royal captive, following the faint glint of cum and pussy juices leaving a trail on the dry dirt. In moments he was turned around, Krun's calls falling short far behind him and his thudding footsteps sucked up by the empty space all around. Oral only deviated to duck under low branches and shoulder his way past barren, blackened trunks.

He finally stopped when the trail ended and Oral swivelled on the spot, wand out searching for targets. But there were none. He suddenly realised he was alone, a faint, ghostly mist hanging in the woods around and a silence so thick he could probably cut it with a knife.

A giggle pierced the air, making Oral jump. It wasn't a shrill, annoyingly girlish sound though. Womanly giggle, just an octave higher above a seductive chuckle. Oral whipped around with his wand in both hands, ready to unload on the source of the sound. But when he thought he had a bead on it, he saw the black spectre it belonged to dissolve into the darkness of his periphery.

Another giggle, then another. Oral kept turning but couldn't seem to catch it in time, unloading a few hot bolts of white energy that fizzed out into the mist.

"Almost..."_the sultry female tones whispered as if breathing into his ear. Oral swore he could feel the heat of her breath on his face and ducked away, only to find nothing standing behind him. _"Keep trying, sweet thing."

A few more shots were loosed from the tip of his wand as Oral cried out at the top of his lungs. "Show yourself demon!"

"That's no way to talk to a lady, young man," the whispering continued. "Do me at least the honour of knowing your name before I claim your cock with my pussy." She giggled again, probably at Oral's reactionary blush.

He singed a few more trees tracking a silhouette in the darkness and sprinted after the possible target before it vanished once more. Oral was just wasting ghosts, barely even noticing anything about the elusive spectre aside from a pair of faint red eyes in a shapely black silhouette. She was big, whoever she was and yet moved in perfect silence. Her speed was supernatural, leaving the spellfighter with no hope to keep up. The harder he tried, in fact, the more, he felt like he was swimming through molasses.

"Perhaps I'll introduce myself first then. My name is Midnight."

Oral realised too slow the words were spoken, not whispered magically into his ear. He froze, shivering as a long shadow blocked out what little pale moonlight he navigated by and very slowly turned on the spot.

Towering head and shoulders over him was an anthro mare. Her fur was as per her namesake, the colour of midnight and her eyes glowed with hellish red light. More of the red light was thrown into the woods around them as her mane and tail seemed to be made entirely out of flames, tongues of heat licking down her neck and flaring out at the shoulders.

Her bare body was really something to behold despite her titan build. She must have rivalled Krun in height and breadth, but Krun didn't have her curves. Subtle bands of fit musculature bulwarked her voluptuous curves with a pronounced hourglass figure. Her abs were toned and the tight cleft between her powerful thighs promised a quim so delightfully firm and tight. She was ripped, though only so much that it was sexy rather than grotesque.

Her bare breasts were practically at Oral's eye-height. Large perfectly formed orbs, standing pert with firm black nipples against her shiny fur. Despite their size they didn't seem to jiggle much, so firm and trim... Oral lost himself for longer than he'd admit, sure that should he sink his fingers into that flesh the feel of her tits would be perfect. Even more perfect wrapped about a cock, for which the soft valley between seemed to have been specifically sculpted.

Oral's wand came up, but Midnight was faster. She knocked the arcane focus aside, sending it spinning off into the darkness as the mare shoved him hard into the ground. A knot of roots jabbed him in the back and he gasped, winded for a moment as a series of sandpapery branches burst from the cursed earth and wrapped themselves around Oral's wrists and legs.

Those binding his arms pulled his hands taught above his head, keeping him pinned as the roots wrapping his legs pulled his thighs apart, knees up to either side of his chest.

Struggling for a moment in his compromised position, all Oral could really do was flex his ankles and thrash his head from side to side. Midnight giggled at the feeble sight, kneeling between his legs and leaning forward.

"Oh, is it my birthday?" the mare chuckled, running her fingers over Oral's cheek and down his slender torso. "Such a nice package all wrapped up just for me."

Her hand moved down across Oral's shirt to his inner thigh, then stroked up closer and closer to his crotch.

Closer to the demoness now, Oral could feel the flickering heat of Midnight's blazing mane and tail. He even caught the whiff of sulphur on her breath as she leaned in close. The crimson glow in her eyes was almost blinding now as their lips gently brushed.

The contact was electric and Oral felt his whole body jitter with pleasure. He gritted his teeth, and tried to move his face. But his body was bound tight and Midnights hands could not be warded off.

Not that he wanted them warded off. Secretly, down in his core the cheetah yearned to be touched. His loins ached with anticipation as Midnight set a hand on each thigh and very slowly caressed her way up closer to the prize throbbing between his legs.

When she finally did set her hands on his crotch though, Midnight's eyes widened with shock. It was as if she'd found a cock the might of which she'd never felt before. Though the opposite was true.

"Naughty little thing," she crooned, smiling wickedly. Her eyes glowed fiercely with demonic magic. All she had to do was pull and Oral's pants, underwear and all were torn away with literally no effort. "Someone's keeping secrets."

Under his baggy outfit, Oral had a lithe, leggy frame. Lithe as a feline of his calibre ought to be, his spotted golden fur covered every inch of his body - from his head down to his waist and from his ankles up to his dripping pussy ...

Her dripping pussy.

Stripped of her pants, Oral thrashed again in protest, suppressing a scream of anger. But the cat was already out of the bag, so to speak. Where Oral's legs met was a tight nubile pussy, already dripping with arousal, yearning to be touched. The lips even spread at the slightest touch as Midnight's hands continued to explore, revealing the glistening pink flesh within.

Her long slender fingers stroked down the line of silky meat, making Oral's hips buck forward slightly as she bit her lip. At the same time Midnight slid her free hand up under Oral's shirt and tore open the buttons. The clothing flapped open, leaving her with naught but the tails of her scarf to keep the slender cheetah somewhat modest. Part of the scarf fell over her right breast, hiding hard pink nipple from view, but the other was open for Midnight to reach over and grope curiously.

Oral seemed to be of quite a tomboy build, rather flat chested especially the way her arms were pulled tight above her head. She did have some curves though, thanks to a trim waist that tapered up from her relatively wide hips. Her long legs seemed to be her best feature though, powerful and built for loping at high speeds, but slender and light enough to keep her agile and quick. Midnight was sure to explore their luscious length, rubbing her cheek on Oral's inner thigh and teasing her yearning quim with a huff of her hot breath.

"I must say I'm a little surprised. You really did have me convinced you were a boy." Midnight ran a long serpentine tongue, forked at the end, across her full black lips. Her eyes flashed mischievously as she drank in the sight of the young woman bound at her mercy. "I wonder if that barbarian you're travelling with is still clueless. I'm surprised he hasn't smelled your femininity yet... mind you, he's not the brightest spark."

Her tongue flicked forward and lashed across Oral's pussy, giving the nubile slit a long, firm lick. Oral keened into her pursed lips, on the verge of screaming in ecstasy, but desperately holding it in. She wasn't going to give this demoness the satisfaction.

Still, it was hard not to clench every time she heard Midnight's low, crackling voice. Her tone alone was nearly enough to set Oral off. It kept her right on that cusp of intrigued, yearning to hear more of what the gorgeous mare had to say.

Especially considering her rhetoric. "Mmmmm, such a tasty young thing. I think you've been left wanting for some time." She giggled. "Fantasising of wrapping your body around Krun's titanic cock, have you?"

"Fuck you!"

"Tut-tut. That's no way for a lovely little thing like you to talk." Midnight gave another firm lick, this time pressing her dexterous tongue a little into the winking opening. Her tongue came away leaving strings of saliva and arousal this time. Purring, the demoness suckled on her index finger for a moment then pressed the warm, wet digit on Oral's mound and massaged in slow, tender circles. "There. That's what you want, isn't it? No need to lie. It's just us girls after all."

Oral shook her head vigorously, but her body betrayed a million truths compared to the couple of lies her mind spoke.

Moving entirely on their own, her hips pressed against Midnight's strokes. Her pussy had a mind of its own, drooling desperately to be impaled by her fingers. Gritting her teeth, Oral tried to sink down a little, stretch her flexible body just right so she could force her pussy down over the slippery digits. But as she moved, Midnight pulled back.

"Ah-ah-ah. Not so fast my little plaything. You don't just get what you want." She laid on another torturous lick, this one had Oral trembling as her senses ignited with a torturously brief flicker of relief from the burning between her thighs. "You want me inside you, don't you? Go on. say it. I want to hear the words on those lovely lips of yours."

She reached up and ran her fingers over Oral's mouth, leaving the mixture of demonic saliva and her own lubricants behind like a balm. Whatever possessed Oral to lick those fingers and desperately suckle them until Midnight pulled away, she might never know. Lost in the moment however, the tang of her own sexual desperation was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted.

"Tell me you want me," Midnight whispered, her voice echoing inside Oral's head.

Her mouth moved, and she heard her own voice say: "I want you."

"Beg me for it."

"Please... haaahhh~!" Oral faltered as the fingers swiped between her lips again. "Please, Goddess, take me! I want you inside me...!"

She nearly choked on a gasp, eyes widening sharply and screamed silently into the night as she felt her sodden lips peel apart, speared by a single digit sliding up into her opening. Her walls stretched about the first, then second finger as they curled into a 'come-hither' gesture hooking up into the roof of her tunnel, massaging the sensitive, rough flesh of her g-spot.

But as the faintest idea of relief entered Oral's mind; the mere thought she might be allowed the orgasm her body was beginning to crave, Midnight pulled away coldly. The fingers slid from her snatch and Oral let out a breathless little "No!" that was almost muted by the wet smack of her collapsing walls.

Licking the taste of desperation from her fingers, Midnight smiled revealing the glint of sharp teeth.

"Please, I can't take it. I need you inside me. Put your fingers back inside, I need..."

Oral bucked when Midnight gave her quim a quick, warm kiss, then chuckled. "Someone is a little desperate. And you do taste rather nice. Why don't you say something nice to me? Convince me to give you a nice deep kiss."

Oral's eyes rolled as she panted with frustration. She said anything and everything that came to mind. Complimented Midnight's body, her eyes, the way her mane flowed like fire without the constraints of gravity. In truth, there weren't many lies to be said. Midnight really was quite gorgeous. But Oral didn't need her to be eye-candy. She needed, craved all sorts of other things.

Midnight finally gave in, reluctantly one might have noted. Still, the mare dipped forward until her lips settled on Oral's labia again and she gave a deeper, warmer, wetter kiss. Her powerful tongue probed between the lips and into the opening without pausing even for a second. In one deft motion, the powerful organ slid up into her canal, squirming about wetly and massaging every sensitive, magnificent inch right into her core. The split forked tip of Midnight's tongue lapped and tickled Oral's cervix in such a way she was no longer struggling in her bonds. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her tongue lolled out the side of her mouth, a thin streak of drool running into the fur on her cheek as she undulated back and forth with the powerful thrusting motions of the demonic tongue. The only sound Oral could make was a pleasured gargling as her mind practically broke, the mare bringing her higher than any other tongue slipping into her folds had ever taken her. She rushed to orgasm faster than her own magical touch had ever pushed her.

With a hint of narcissism, Midnight knew the effect she was having on the cheetah. And pulling back, a slight wet sucking noise echoing into the quiet forest of charred trees, Midnight pulled her tongue from the dripping, quivering pussy. Oral reacted to the rush of cold air filling her canal as her walls collapsed once more, a draft of neglect and disappointment rushing up into her and freezing her core. She whimpered, pleaded, but Midnight pulled back entirely and went to stand, a scream of frustration bouncing around in Oral's mind.

Leaning over the lithe girl, Midnight nibbled at Oral's ear, giggling at the way she gasped and moaned for more, then whispered ever so sweetly: "Are you ready for more?"

"Yes... yes please, I need you. I want you inside me. Your tongue feels so nice. Your fingers..." Oral ran out of words, and felt her eyes widen as Midnight straightened up just a little more.

"I have something else specially for you that I think you might enjoy," Midnight cooed, one hand reaching down to stroke up and down the length that had appeared between her legs.

The shadows coalesced from all about to form a pitch-black member of distinct equine shape. Long enough that she could have nestled it easily between her own breasts and given the tip a loving suckle, the flare of her cock was as thick as Oral's slender forearm. The magical 'spear,' for lack of better description was affixed to the mound just above her glistening slit. The honey of her excitement leaked from the dark line of tender flesh where her hard clit poked through excitedly, a thick, viscous waterfall of lubricants coating her inner thigh. A hefty set of balls dangled over her vaginal slit at the base of the cock, and a thick glob of precum glistened at the tip right in the middle of the flare.

The shaft pressed against the tortured and tingling lips of Oral's quim like a sausage slipping between the buns of a hot-dog. And as she started to massage her arousal into the dark flesh, Oral's hands slipped from the slackening restraints. She made no motions to free or defend herself, instead her digits fell upon the mare's mighty cock to explore it's length curiously. Oral was breathing hard, yearning to feel the thing inside her. Anywhere in side her. In her mouth, in her ass... her pussy.

Her fingers scooped up the glob of pre and she fought the urge to pop the salty treat in her mouth. Instead she gave into the baser desire, the need for this mighty piece of fuck-meat to slam into her tight pussy and fuck her into the next plain of existence. She worked the slippery ooze into the skin of Midnight's member like a salve until the length was glistening in the rays of pale moonlight.

As she worked it in, her index finger found the opening of the urethra in the centre of the tip. The opening clenched, winking invitingly and experimentally Oral prodded the hole with her slender index finger.

Midnight gasped sharply through her nose and bit hard on her bottom lip as the tip of the slender digit disappeared into the hole with a wet sucking sound, then gave into the warm tremor shaking her whole body. Her large breasts jiggled slightly as she leaned forward, digging her nails into Oral's thighs and thrust into the strange penetration. Her cock hardened against Oral's hands as she clenched feeling the broiling, churning sensation usually reserved when she was ready to cum in or on her victims. She suppressed the orgasm with a long slow breath, and almost regretfully pulled back, the cheetah's finger sliding out of the tight, forbidden little hole with a pop.

It didn't stop Oral from craning her neck though, and hugging the lengthy shaft she planted a wanton lick across the flare. Her hands ran up and down the bumps and veins of the smooth phallus, exploring every inch from the flared head down to the girthy base. She squeezed and licked desperately as if trying to coax out a salty load that Midnight greedily held back, and Oral's eyes all the while asked the same question that was on her lips.

"Fuck me," she whispered desperately. "Fuck my cunt like there's no tomorrow. I want to feel you inside me. I want to be filled by you. I want you to fuck my whole body, right up to the back of my throat."

Midnight chuckled, gauging the way her cock was about as long as Oral's body. If she slid into her ass and hilted her, the flared tip might well catch into the back of the lithe little kitty's throat. And as much as she wanted to try, Midnight bit down on the desire.

Not yet, she told herself. This little sex-kitten is almost ready. In just a few moments you can wrap this tight body about your cock and cum to your heart's content.

Swallowing, the mare stuck to the plan, idly massaging her tits and pinching her dark nipples while Oral worshipped every inch of the slippery, ready member.

"In a bit, my dear," Midnight cooed to a disappointed moan from Oral. "But before I penetrate you, before I let you gush and squirt all over this cock," - the suggestion had Oral hugging the shaft tighter and mewling with excitement - "You have to do one thing for me."

"What? Anything! I'll do anything for you mistress. Do you want to cum down my throat first? I can use my fingers on you. Take my ass, my throat, my hands, anything! Anything for you!"

Midnight smiled at the girl's eagerness and leaned in close, her voice a low, harsh whisper as she said: "Join us. Swear your obedience to me. Serve the Lich Queen, Mhali."

That made Oral pause, and Midnight caught a flicker of sobriety in her large feline eyes for a moment. Only for a second mind you, then the lust returned. And with it, a sort of darkness. A yearning for release that she was almost ready to do anything for.

"Give yourself over to the darkness," Midnight said, "and I'll fuck you any and every way you desire."

Rolling her hips forward she pressed the crown to Oral's lips. She didn't hesitate to open wide and let some of the thick flare slide onto her tongue as she began lapping desperately. She was clearly at wit's end, torn between her vows to protect the innocent, but at the same time so mad with lust she needed every inch of this big beautiful cock inside her.

Midnight shuddered, savouring the pleasure of that rough little nimble tongue trying to lather up the whole flare, and even prod the tip into her urethra like her finger had done earlier. The kitty's mouth was divine and Midnight considered maybe fucking Oral's throat first...

Then pain lanced through her loins and with a scream the mare reeled back.

Oral's teeth left little red pinpricks on the dark flesh of Midnight's cock, and blood smeared about her wicked smile like badly applied lipckstick.

She spat viciously, that flicker of sobriety Midnight had noted in her eyes earlier now taking the cheetah's expression with much more resolve. "Fuck you, whore! I'm not that desperate."

Oral's smile flickered and faded as Midnight lunged forward, wrapping her hand around the smaller cat's throat. Her other claw was held up by her side, nails extending with a deadly 'snikt!'

"Let's see how smart you are after I carve that pretty little face up!" Midnight hissed, deciding the time for games was over. Usually she'd be more patient, she'd fuck her victims into a mind-altering stupor in order to win them over to her cause. But this little bitch needed to be taught a thorough lesson.

As her muscles tensed to rake her talons across Oral's body however, Midnight was stopped by a large, powerful hand clamping about her wrist.

With a single, powerful yank that pulled her shoulder from its socket painfully, Midnight was lifted off her hooves and thrown across the forest and into a fallen tree. Her back slammed into the obstacle, stunning her for a second as a hulking shadow loomed over her. Blinking hard, the features of a towering dire wolf resolved in the faint flickering light that came from the flames in her mane.

Midnight's eyes widened as Krun pressed forward and overpowered her with nearly no effort at all. She was no match for the rippling musculature of the barbarian as he grabbed her by the ankles, forced her legs a part and her ass up into the air. Curling the mare like she was an action figure in the hands of a horny teenager, Midnight tried to cry out in defiance, but was subsequently silenced by the tip of her own cock stuffing her mouth.

Eyes widening with surprise as she inhaled her own flare with a throaty gulp, she only now noticed the massive throbbing dire wolf cock about to take advantage of her compromised position. Balanced on her neck, Krun pushed her into the dirt, then jackhammered his hips in a downward direction. His narrow head speared Midnight's soft ass-cheeks, found the tight ring of muscle hidden within and forced past her sacred walls. Midnight squealed with a mixture of surprise and pleasure as the mighty wolf's girth stretched open her ass and disappeared inside, down to the throbbing knot.

Her eyes rolled, feeling her ass stretch out even more as Krun tried to press the knot in. At the same time his fingers delved into her squirting pussy and hooked up into her depths, skilfully finding the sweet spot and massaging vigorously. Her waterfall orgasm did not stop for a second, balls tightening as the baby batter within churned excitedly, then released with a muffled scream from the demon. Thick, fertile seed rushed through her swelling cock and exploded into the back of her throat in a copious flood of salty white cream. Her whole body shuddered and her eyes turned white, rolling into the back of her head. All cognitive thought ended, all that mattered were two surreal orgasms racking her body as one. The divine warmth of female ejaculation as the cock massaged her helpless prostate, and the deep sense of satisfaction that came with ejecting her seed into a throat, even if it was her own.

Her mouth overflowed and spurts of the stuff escaped her dark lips.

At the same time Krun threw his head back and roared at his own orgasm. It hadn't taken longer than a few jackhammer thrusts pounding a dent into the soft earth beneath them. He came a moment later, the large swollen balls under his kilt deflating a little as he shot a large torrent of cum into Midnight's belly.

The spurts, too many to count, filled her gut with warmth, like she'd drank a gallon of warm milk before bed. And the violence of it threw the strong tang of dire wolf cum into the back of her throat. She coughed it up as the barbarian's orgasm ripped through her body, long strings of his cum shooting form her nose and painting her blank expression with his steaming seed.

Midnight lay there, helplessly broken, brain dead apart from sporadic spasms of pleasure convulsing through her body and gargling moans of grotesque satisfaction.

Krun in the meantime slipped from her ass with a shuddering sigh and stepped back to admire the view of Midnight laying mindlessly, suckling at herself while a mixture of their cum bubbled from every facial orifice and a small fountain of cum jetting up out of her ass as the pressure relieved itself.

The view didn't last long though, as the forest seemed to stretch out and blur all about them. By the time Krun turned to check on her, Oral's eyes fluttered shut. She felt heavy and exhausted as the darkness took over...

With a gasp, Oral jerked her eyes open and sat up. She was dressed, laying on a bedroll she'd conjured out of the aether alongside other camp materials at least a few hours ago. The campfire they'd lit in the blasted forest still crackled thanks to the few flaming logs Krun had added before they went to sleep.

Realising the whole ordeal had been a nightmare didn't make it any less of a problem. Oral groaned with a mixture of shame and frustration. Her pussy was throwing a tantrum for attention and it took every ounce of willpower not to throw herself back and let her fingers fly under her pants. Speaking of witch, she felt like she'd we herself. Her panties were sodden and there was a long wet patch running down her inner thigh where her desire had been free flowing throughout the entire wet dream.

"Annoying, right?"

Oral jerked her head sideways and spotted Krun sitting up. He'd thrown his own blanket to one side and his titanic erection had flipped up the front of his kilt. Several globs of precum oozed from the tip and formed long wet trails down the underside of the glistening red shaft. Oral subconsciously licked her lips before looking away, patting her pants to gauge the extent of the damage.

"What's that?" Oral asked, lowering her voice a little to sound like a boy. "I just had a nightmare."

"It's called a wet-nightmare," Krun said. "That demon - Midnight. She's a nightmare. Her kind attack in your dreams. Try to lure you to the darkness. Their only weakness is that the dreams are communicable."

"That's a big word," Oral mumbled, realising what it all meant. It had all actually happened. And not only had Krun saved her from Midnight, he'd consciously entered Oral's dreamscape. He'd seen her secret.

She heard him sniff at the air curiously before rolling over and easing himself closer.

"Why didn't you say?"

"Say what?" Oral asked, still using her gruff boy-voice.

"That you're a woman."

The act dropped in a second. "It hardly seemed relevant."

"Why hide?" Krun asked, finding his stride in a sudden curious streak.

"Practicality," Oral admitted irately. "Raiders are more likely to fight you to the death if they think you're a dude."

Accepting the answer, Krun sniffed a few more times. He was practically in her face now. "You're horny. I can satisfy you if-..."

A small 'splort' noise stopped him from coming any closer. Though arguably it was that weird sensation of a tapered piece of wood entering an orifice that was meant to be a one-way street that stopped Krun. Looking down, he noted how Oral had rolled on her side, and gripping her wand in one hand she jabbed the tip into the head of his cock.

Swallowing, Krun shuddered, almost embarrassed to address the desire to thrust forward, and eventually pulled back, a thin line of sticky moisture connecting the tip of Oral's wand to his.

"Bring that thing too close to me again and I'll pull a rabbit out of your urethra," Oral threatened, though Krun remained stunned for a moment.

The barbarian was clearly unfamiliar with the prospect of rejection. Oral understood that. He was a masculine dream. Once again she caught a whiff of that powerful musk again and she nearly squirted on the spot. It took every ounce of effort not to chew on her bottom lip and look at him with obvious desire. Not that anything about Krun disgusted her.

What she knew about him, he was a decent enough dude. Perhaps a bit bigger and - for lack of a better word - dumber than her usual type.

"Let's just get some sleep," she said at length, though breathier than she'd intended.

Krun slowly nodded, then retreated to his bedroll. They rolled over, facing away from each other and for a long time the only sound in that forest were the crackling embers of their campfire.

"Hey, Krun?"

The dire wolf grunted.

"Thanks for the save."

He grunted again... then eventually added: "You're welcome."

III

Set in a dusty valley and framed by jagged peaks on one side and an endless plain of burning sands on the other, the castle citadel squatted sinisterly like a brooding hedgehog. The wide foundation of the structure was wide and circular, blackened walls crumbling in disrepair with the entrance hanging open like a sucking maw, the portcullis making up the jagged fangs.

High above many towers jutted up at obscene, maddening angles, with a single highest tower with a bulbous top sticking out the back like a spear dealing the killing blow through a predator's spine.

There was no denying, this was Mhali's home.

Oral had expected it to be a chore to get inside, however the spellfighter and barbarian wandered into the entrance hall without issue. Mhali had left the front door open, it seemed. Although waiting for them was a large welcoming party.

Over a dozen gillrats massed about the centre of the high entrance chamber. And standing at the head of their formation was a slightly built dragoness. Blood red hair fell in clingy, wet curls down to her shoulders as if she had just stepped out of the shoulders, and the only blemishes on her silver scales were the steel grey freckles across the top of her muzzle. A pair of crystalline horns curved back from her bow about the crown of her skull like a tiara of pure evil.

Her build was quite petite and flat chested, easily Oral's height and breadth with long slender legs and a pair of wings folded across her back.

"Oral," the dragoness sneered with a distinct brogue. "I see you escaped my mistress' wrath then."

"Maeve," Oral growled, identifying the dragoness.

"Friend of yours?" Krun asked, earning a shake of Oral's head.

"This is one of Mhali's slutty minions."

Krun seemed pleased despite the statement, rubbing his palms together, and stepping forward with naught but his swinging cod barely hidden by his kilt. "Great! It's been two hours since breakfast and I haven't done anything manly and impulsive yet."

Oral rolled her eyes, drawing her wand. Of course Krun would resolve to deal with the sexy female minion of darkness, leaving Oral the throwaway faceless thugs to deal with. Still, there was a job that needed doing.

Funnelling her energy into the wand, which crackled with high-yield energy, Oral threw herself into a run, darting off to the side and leading the mass of gillrats onto a flank, while Maeve strutted forward to meet Krun's approach.

Shooting energy from the hip, Oral screamed at the top of her lungs and delved into the midst of the gillrats. It quickly became a slugfest of magic and might, the nimble cheetah dodging between the gillrats trying to rake her to shreds with tooth and nail. She reciprocated with whirling blows, fists smashing faces, feet sweeping legs and follow up flashes of energy ripping through the tender flesh of the gillrats with frightening efficiency.

In the back and forth of claws and sizzling magical beams, Oral whirled out of the way of one gillrat and sliding on one knee, whipped about and put her elbow into the face of another. At the same time she casually flicked a lock of blonde hair from her face and checked on Krun.

The dire wolf had problems of his own. Without tact or strategy, he charged headlong at Maeve who inhaled and released a deadly cough that dragons like her were known for. Though instead of incinerating Krun outright with hellfire, arcs of pink lightning shot from her maw and connected with the wolf.

His reaction was immediate. Groaning, he clenched his fists and dropped to his knees, the bright red spear between his legs sliding from its sheath and pushing aside his kilt and sticking up into the air. More arcs of the same carnal energy shot from Maeve's mouth swirled about is cock and tightened about his furry balls before Krun tipped his head back and let out a roar.

His nuts tightened and there was a visible convulsion running right from the base of his knot, up the shaft and to the tapered crown of the cock. A spray of cum shot into the air, blasting Maeve down the front, though she didn't seem to care, welcoming it with a cackling laugh.

Th spurt didn't end like it ought to have, and instead of spraying long ropes of cum across the dragoness, the torrent of jizz seemed never ending. Like a dam or a water main had broken, a flood of cum washed across the chamber, and Oral's eyes widened as she saw it coming.

She tried to get up and out of the way, but several gillrats jumped her. The wave hit a moment later and they were all soaked and simultaneously thrown to the deck. The stand-up fight had turned into a slippery fight for survival, as some of the gillrats had to paddle so their heads wouldn't go under the wave of thick white slime.

Letting loose two shots of energy into the back of one gillrat's head, Oral swung around and kicked the legs out from under another. It went face down into the wave of cum, then floundered up a second later, gasping for air; before Oral threw herself on top of him and shoved him back under again.

Krun's cum stuck in her fur, her hair, her clothes and smearing her face - hell she could feel it squelch between her toes in her boots even - Oral held the gillrat victim down until it stopped struggling and the bubbles stopped. Only then did she look up to check on Krun again.

It didn't look good. Krun had closed both hands around the shaft of his member, as if trying to wring the pipes shut. And yet the sprays of cum continued from the tip, wave after wave cascading from the wheezing dire wolf.

Krun could only sit there, helpless before Maeve who laughed, hands on her hips.

"That's right, you feckin' lout! Give it all to me." She threw her head into her neck for another maniacal cackle. "When I'm done with you, you'll be nothing but a dried up husk!"

Oral slipped and slid to her feet, stumbling uneasily closer. She managed to tip her centre of gravity back a little, leaning forward, each pace throwing her forward faster and faster.

"You want it all, do you!?" she screamed, making Maeve's eyes bug with surprise. "Then take it, slut!"

Throwing herself, Oral collided with Maeve before she could turn and they both went flying forward, Maeve's maw agape as she went to scream. But before the shrill noise could escape her lips, her mouth fell right down on Krun's twitching cock, the crown shoving into the back of her throat where a torrent of seed injected right into her belly. She chocked with surprise, slivers of jizz shooting from her nose as her eyes rolled and she fired another shot of her electric breath weapon. But with the mighty stem plugging her mouth the magical arcs backfired and crackled across the dragoness' own body as Oral quickly rolled away.

Maeve screamed into the cock as the magic ripping orgasm after orgasm from Krun was nulled and he shot one final load into the dragoness' mouth. She was blow clean off his dick and curled up on the ground, moaning and mumbling incoherently. Her body convulsed and she thrashed about for a bit before flopping on her back.

Her eyes had turned pearly white and stared blankly at the ground as she erratically lifted her ass off the ground, lower body twitching uncontrollably to jet out a torrent of feminine juices. She'd then settle, catatonic for a moment before moaning some more thrusting her hips into the air again.

Catching his breath, Krun climbed to his feet and nudged the comatose dragoness with his foot.

"The hell?" he asked.

"Carnal magic is no joke," Oral explained. "She was caught in a feedback loop, locking her in an orgasmic coma. Happens to a lot of frat-boys in the academy after they read a few lines of a carnal spell then think they can court girls with a few party tricks."

Krun snarled at Maeve for a moment, then gave Oral a sidelong glance. "I had it under control."

"Sure you did," the spellfighter snarked back.

Oral was going to say more but she was interrupted by a crossbow bolt whistling through the air. Is sliced open the flesh on Krun's left bicep, making him half turn with a roar of pain as the projectile splintered against the ground behind them somewhere.

Oral's keen eyes already calculated trajectory back to the origin point as Krun staggered to stay on his feet, and her gaze was drawn up to the rafters high above where a forgotten gillrat hurriedly tried to reload for the next shot. Oral was faster, or perhaps luckier, gauging the range was well beyond her wand's accuracy.

But not beyond Krun's.

Leaping forward, Oral dropped to her knees and slid right up to Krun, a pinkish magical aura glowing in her hands as she laid her palms across Krun's big throbbing penis. She only had a heartbeat to aim before the member swelled in her tender, but firm grip. The magic played havoc across the sensitive receptors in Krun's bare flesh and through the pain of getting winged, he grunted with pleasure. A second later a single thick wad of semen burst from the tip and soared across the chamber

It smacked into the gillrat high above with pinpoint accuracy, and with a high pitched wail of disgust and terror, the creature toppled backwards and fell nearly fifty metres straight down to the stone floor. There was a sickening splat... then no more gillrat.

"Thanks," Krun grunted as he glanced between his mild injury and Oral holding his cock with a little bewilderment.

"Don't mention it."

Oral gave the cavernous chamber a look over and sighed as she climbed to her feet. "This is a big place. It's going to be a nightmare to search the whole area."

"The highest tower," Krun suggested as he pointed up a nearby staircase and led the way. "That's usually where they keep the kidnapped princesses."

"That's probably the smartest thing you've said thus far," Oral agreed, licking her fingers with a smile as she followed.

As if Lady Fate had penned the day to play out like a cheesy romance novel between a kidnapped princess and a courageous prince charming coming to her rescue, Krun and Oral came breathlessly to the precipice of the highest tower of Mhali's castle. Having wound in circles, up and up for nearly an hour they finally came to where the spire expanded into a cylindrical camber nearly a hundred metres across. The space was littered with cages, shackles, racks for torture and other less painful activities, as well as whips, ropes, gags, blindfolds, feathers, rubber dicks...

The list went on and Oral suddenly became painfully aware that they had found Mhali's 'play room.'

The search wasn't a bust though as the far end of the chamber held a couple of cells. Sitting in a chamber with a barred door and solid stone walls flanking either side stood the ever defiant Nadya. The powerful amazonian woman was naked bar the fur on her body, but rushed to grasp the cell door unabashedly when she saw the barbarian and spellfighter emerge.

In the cell next to hers Sasha was on her knees. Though through no fault of her own. Oral noted with relief she didn't share a cell with a gillrat taking advantage of her as she'd seen in Mdinight's illusions. Instead, it seemed Sasha had tried to slip her voluptuous body out between the widely spaced bars of her cell. And to her credit she'd made it about halfway, getting her legs and hips through. But while her skinny mid-riff gave her plenty of breathing space as she tried to back out the rest of the way to escape, her hefty breasts were stopping her from squeezing the rest of the way, leaving the mink in a somewhat compromised position on her hands and knees, the delicious wide curves of her perfectly round ass stuck up in the air.

Krun smirked, about to make a saucy comment at the view when he was interrupted by a screech rising up the steps behind them.

Oral whipped around and drew her wand. "More gillrats. Krun, you focus on getting the princesses out and ready to move. I'll hold off the reinforcements."

Krun frowned, glancing between the spellfighter and the trapped princess conundrum as she set off back down the staircase. He'd never been the most cognitive of individuals, and busting Sasha out of her predicament alone seemed like a MENSA level puzzle.

"How am I supposed to...?" he began to ask, but Oral cut him off.

"Figure it out!"

And she was gone, her charge punctuated by a war-cry and the thud of magical blasts, followed by screaming gillrats.

Slamming the door shut behind Oral, Krun turned back to the princesses with a sigh. It couldn't be that hard to figure this out, right? Just un-stuck the curvy princess and rip the door off the amazon's cell.

In reality it turned out to be slightly more complicated than that.

Squatting down, Krun's erection absently slapped Sasha's ass cheek, making her jolt with surprise. But at realisation of what the hot, hefty rod smacking her actually was, the mink purred and ground her cheeks on the appendage a little more. Nadya watched on a little jealously, biting her lip and a small trickle of arousal running down her furry thigh, eying the thick spear hungrily.

The well-endowed barbarian was none the wiser as he leaned sideways to get a good look at Sasha's predicament, then setting his hands on her wide, wonderfully curved hips that doubled the girth of the dire wolf's own in the best possible way, Krun have the princess a tug.

Her breasts caught on the rough iron bars of the cell and while the doughy tits squished well enough, she was caught in place, yelping with discomfort.

"Careful, barbarian!" Nadya warned, watching from the door of her own cell. "You'll tear her in two!"

Something clicked in Krun's head. Tear her in two.

"You're tearing me in two!" his lovers screamed back in the day.

Back in his younger days when he himself was a pup fucking equally teenie teenage sluts, his earliest sexual escapades had always been like trying to fit a square peg in a round hole. At least until he'd discovered how older women drooled over a good fuck with a big cock, and they in turn introduced him to the slippery goodness of lube.

A lightbulb flashed on somewhere above his head as Krun figured out what he had to do. He had to make Sasha slippery to squeeze her out of the impromptu pillory. But with a distinct lack of KY-jelly anywhere nearby, Krun was going to have to improvise.

"I'm going to have to cum on you," Krun said bluntly, and without so much as a further explanation he directed the head of his erection against the puffy lips between her bountiful thighs and slid casually into Sasha's pussy.

"Oh!" she squealed with surprise, eyes rolling as a long line of drool escaped the corner of her mouth. "It's so big! How is it so big? So much bigger than the nobles... soooo goooooood~!"

She clenched almost immediately after Krun started vigorously thrusting against her previously unloved depths. Her legs kicked uncontrollably, and she was almost face planted into the floor as her arms buckled out from under her.

Hot tears of pure orgasmic bliss beaded up at the corners of her eyes and a thick jet of creamy girl-cum gushed down all over Krun's cock. The warmth of Sasha's orgasm was enough to set him off, and he fought the instinct to thrust forward.

His member swollen to its maximum physical size, he rolled his hips back and pulled the cock from her quim, making Sasha moan as she was suddenly emptied of everything. Squeezing her divine ass-cheeks around the underside of his cock, he sent a thick jet of cum across her back. It reached all the way up to the back of her head, drenching her hair as he hosed her right down to the small of her back in just three long spurts. The final weaker jets covered her belly and chest as he jammed the tip of his cock into the valley between the underside of her breasts. A bubbling excess of cum greased up the fur in her cleavage, and convulsing on the spot Sasha couldn't help run her hands sensually across her body, lubricating up her meaty nipples and the rest of her pillowy tits.

With one yank of her leg, Krun pulled the now slippery princess between the bars effortlessly, and she went skidding across the dungeon floor, still keening mindlessly.

Problem one: solved.

The second proved significantly less intellectual. As Sasha was still picking herself up, Krun walked over to Nadya's cell.

"Stand back," he told her. And as Nadya retreated further into the cell, Krun ripped the door clean off its hinges and tossed the obstruction aside.

Stepping confidently into the cell, Krun held out his hand.

"Come with me if you want to live," he rumbled deeply. At least, he thought that was his smooth voice rumbling.

In actuality, it turned out to be some sort of mechanism he had unwittingly tripped. There was a metallic slam and looking over his shoulder, Krun saw a portcullis slide up from a slit in the floor, locking him in with Nadya.

Before either could say anything, the stone walls on either side of the cell started to close in, quickly and powerfully with the intent of crushing them!

Krun braced himself in a wide stance immediately, each large hand catching a wall on either side. There was a squealing noise of the trap mechanism struggling, but the crushers were arrested. But there was some sort of driving force, actively struggling against Krun and before long even his rippling musculature began to struggle.

In a bid to help, Nadya leapt gracefully into the air and wedged herself in place in the splits. Each foot pressed against the opposite wall and she hung in perfect balance, the toned musculature in her gorgeous legs swelling slightly as she struggled to assist Krun.

The force behind the crushing trap intensified and both immediately realised they wouldn't be able to hold out for long. They needed out of this cell, but no matter how Sasha yanked at the portcullis it seemed they were very stuck.

"We need to get out of here!" Nadya strained through her gritted teeth.

Her long legs trembled and the way she spread her thighs wide pulled at the puffy lips of her pussy enough to reveal some of the delicious moist pink flesh within the slit. Krun could see her opening wink as she clenched her muscles.

At least he was going to die to a nice view.

Another squeal of the trap and they lost an inch. But his arms trembling with effort, Krun heard where this groan of the mechanism came from. Looking up he saw embedded into the ceiling, just out of arms reach, were a mess of springs and cogs and levers. Somehow they seemed responsible for these closing walls, and Krun's intuition told him to wreck shit. Unfortunately he'd have to let go of the walls, climb up at least a metre or so to reach and then rip the lot out... by which time Nadya's legs would have probably buckled and the trap would likely have crushed them.

Krun had to figure out how to do it quickly, and without easing off the way he braced himself.

Another idea - Krun seemed to be on a roll. The wound on his arm stung and he thought back to how Oral had dispatched that gillrat marksman in the rafters.

He looked at Nadya's inviting pussy, at his throbbing cock, then formed a plan. Shuffling closer he pressed the tip of his spear to her winking opening with a practiced rolling motion of his hips. There was a wet splat as their flesh made contact, Nadya's eyes widening with surprise.

"What are you doing?" she cried with effort.

"Trust me!"

Nadya looked him up and down, then bit her lip and nodded. Not so much because she wanted to see his plan for saving them, and more so she was dripping with desire, desperate to feel more of that big meaty thing inside her cunt. Her arousal was running in streams down along his bright red shaft and her eyes flickered with desperation to be stretched open and ravaged.

Krun didn't disappoint her, and felt the tight, flexing tunnel of her core yield, slippery, silky flesh hugging his cock on all sides as he pressed inside.

Nadya's jittery expression was something that didn't at all suit the stoic wolfess. One eye widened and the other twitched and half closed. While her eyes crossed her mouth took on a squiggle between a pout and a surprised smile, her tongue curling over her bottom lip as a breathy gasp of relief escaped her throat.

Her legs buckled a little and Krun strained his arms a little harder while he rolled his hips back and forth. He wasn't all the way in, only about half his shaft fucking Nadya's tight little hole frantically, but it was enough. Nadya's musculature was impressive in every part of her body as her toned abdomen and thigh muscles flexed. The muscles in her pelvic floor rippled rhythmically massaging Krun's cock with a milking, sucking action every time he pulled. All he had to do was let his hips go limp and Nadya's tight orifice would suck him eagerly in again.

It wasn't long before Krun felt an orgasm swell his knot.

"Get ready," he grunted at length, then clenched as his seed rushed up his shaft.

Yanking the crown from where it was nestled in Nadya's slick pussy, there was a sodden pop and the sudden ripping motion made Nadya cum so hard she nearly collapsed to the ground. She kept herself wedged in the splits though as Krun slipped his cock between her firm butt-cheeks he aimed upwards and released. The wad of cum slammed into the mechanism above and the same way it killed the gillrat in the rafters, smashed the cogs and springs.

There was a squealing and grinding noise before the trap walls went slack. Immediately Nadya fell onto Krun's powerful cock which held her weight with ease and she clutched his firm chest, gasping desperately like a damsel coming down off her first orgasm.

Whatever mechanical tension holding up the portcullis went slack at the same time and the door dropped away from where it had come, allowing Krun to carry the princess out and set her on the floor next to her concerned sister.

With masterfully good timing, Oral waded back into the chamber, the approach of gillrat reinforcements silenced and tendrils of multi-coloured smoke rising from the tip of her wand. As she entered, she froze in the middle of reporting all clear, eyes lingering on Sasha who was covered from head to toe in fresh cum, and Nadya on her knees, rubbing her thighs and shuddering in the aftershocks of delight.

Frowning, she glanced between the women and Krun, who merely shrugged. Clearly it was just another thing in the wackiness that was today.

It all came down to this. Nadya was escorting Sasha out of the castle, leaving only Princess Elika Thott in need of rescuing. The final gauntlet was in sight.

So Oral and Krun charged that finish line with excessive violence of action.

The door to the Lich Queen's bedchambers came off its hinges in a burst of white light, and through the curls of smoke and curdling wisps of eldritch light Oral led the charge inside. Her wand was in both hands as she swept systematically, picking her shots to the left while moving. Krun dashed through the chaos on her opposite flank, his fist coming down to crack the skull of one dazed gillrat, and his swinging cock crushing a second into the nearest wall.

Four long electric zaps dumped the rest of the gillrats on the opposite side of the chamber before both adventurers swivelled to face Mhali. The Lich Queen stood on the raised dais where her four-poster bed was hidden behind a set of gauzy curtains. The air was hazy with the smoky scent of incense, making Oral's nose twitch and her head spin. The heat between her legs flared again, and now for the first time since assaulting Mhali's stronghold the cheetah felt that desperate itch in her pussy return.

Standing between them and Mhali was Elika, the vixen and her unique traits was held in the Lich Queen's clutches. One hand was wrapped about Elika's slender neck and the other clamped over her eyes. What was visible of the vixen's expression looked a little bewildered as she listened intently to the cacophony of the short fight.

"Mhali, you are under arrest for the kidnapping of three Enclave princesses," Oral announced coarsely. "Surrender and you will be given a fair trial followed by a painless summary execution."

Mhali chuckled, though not at what the spellfighter was saying. Her eyes looked Oral up and down, a saucy smirk on her full black lips. "Well, well, well. Look at what we have here. Agent Sexton. Still alive, are we?"

"And kicking, bitch." Her grip tightened on her wand as she gave the room a quick glance. She was calculating and figuring out how to get around Elika and at the bat.

Mhali's gaze in the meantime drifted over to Krun. "And the barbarian. A pity Midnight could not turn you. I had such plans for us. Such pleasures we could enjoy together." Krun gave a noncommittal grunt and Mhali shrugged. "Never mind. I'll settle for using you up in one sitting."

Mhali lifted her hand from Elika's eyes, and the vixen blinked a few times, adjusting to the lighting.

Her expression lit up at the sight of the cheetah. "Oh, hi Oral!" she called happily. Her smile was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Both Oral and Krun doubled over at the same time as Elika looked at them. Like with every gillrat so far, her unfiltered gaze in their general direction was enough to tip them over the tingling verge of arousal and into full-blown orgasm. The incense Mhali was burning had made them hot to a painful point, and Elika's fair gaze broke the dam.

Her wand slipped form her slender fingers as Oral dropped to her knees and her hands flew to her crotch. She rubbed with futility, the magic in the princess' gaze more than enough to get her off. A long wet patch formed down her inner thigh, darkening the fabric as she gushed out a long wet orgasm. Her voice trembled as she failed to hold her cries in and let out a long: "Ooooooohhh~, yessss!"

It was an inexplicable torrent of relief washing over her and she couldn't care less where her wand had fallen or what kind of danger she was currently in. She flopped sideways and still rubbing feverishly started to twitch and convulse uncontrollably. Before she could come down off one orgasm she was rising to the next. Mind numbing pleasure fixed her face into a rapturous expression as she screamed at the ceiling, clawing at the shag carpet and thrashing her legs wildly. Part of her begged for more, for the pleasure to break her mind and ravage her body for the next eternity. And another smaller part was desperately berating her, telling her to get the hell up and fight.

There was, after all, still a Lich Queen in the room.

Krun was equally affected. He staggered as his cock tensed. The head bobbed upward and a long stream of cum shot across the room, leaving a thick white trail across the carpet at least a metre in length. Still as creamy and potent as his earlier aves, his cum licked at Elika's toes as she was shoved aside by Mhali.

The princess stumbled over her fuck-me-heels and gasped as she collapsed helplessly to one side of the room where she wouldn't get in the way. In the meantime, Mhali's stilettoes thudded sharply as she strode forward.

Krun jumped back to his full height to meet her, fists clenched and resolving to slam his dick down the Lich Queen's throat. But before he could even lay his mitts on her, Mhali closed the gap between them with the seductive strut of a runway-model. She swung one hand in a backhand motion, and with a crack of magical energy Krun was thrown off his feet and landed heavily on his back.

He was stunned and sprawled for a moment, his throbbing cock sticking up into the air as a series of silk ribbons materialised as if sprouting out of the carpet. Two lashed forward like snakes and wrapped about his thick wrists. Two more tied his ankles, holding him firmly in place with preternatural strength.

Mhali in the meantime undid the sash about her waist holding her long dress together. In one smooth moment, she rolled her shoulders back and shrugged off the garment, letting the long sleeves slip over her hands before the rest of the dress cascaded down her slender body.

Underneath the sleek fitted robe was an equally sleek woman covered in more ghostly white fur. Skinny with large pert breasts that stood firm with midnight black nipples erect, and wide curvy hips tapered into a slim, toned waist. She was built like a pixy, her waist measuring maybe about the same as Krun's girth with long sexy legs elegantly defined by her high heels.

Parting her legs, she straddled over Krun's legs, hands resting on her slightly cocked hips as she looked down on him with a devious grin.

"Oh, poor little barbarian," she chided. "All tied up, are we? What, did you think you could defeat me as easily as Midnight or Maeve? Those sluts are nothing compared to the power I wield."

Reaching out she set a palm over the tapered tip of Krun's cock, which hovered about her navel. She fondled the head like the end of a cane, absently with only partial investment. But her touch was eclectic lightning in Krun's senses. He tensed and rode a wave of seizure like pleasure to the cusp of orgasm as she rubbed the crown alone. Her hand was so soft, so warm and perfect. A firm grip was all it took to stir the seed in his balls and he clenched hard to hold back.

"I can't be stopped. After I deal with you and this little kitty I'll use the princesses to become a goddess. I'll be worshipped far and wide. I'll be irresistible. The Enclave, the whole world will be powerless to before me."

Krun wheezed out a breath as he felt the warmth of her soft palm slide down his shaft a little and Mhali stepped forward. The bat's heels thudded noisily again as she kinked the mighty spear a little so that the tip could be nestled between the pillowy lips of her quim. It didn't take much to find the hot bead of moisture pooling at her entrance as her slender digits found a two-handed grip and eased him in her. The velvety slick walls of her pussy opened, yielding to let Krun enter and it took every ounce of willpower for the barbarian not to lift his rear off the floor and thrust into her. Firstly, because the sensation felt amazing and a part of him, while he wanted to hurt Mhali for being a bitch, didn't want to tear her in two before he got his jollies.

Secondly, he didn't want to give Mhali the satisfaction. But it seemed as she sank onto him, despite being stretched open to the breaking point and penetrated deeper than should have been physically possible, Mhali wasn't getting any satisfaction from him at all. She just gave him a regular half-lidded look of curiosity as she took every inch inside her.

It seemed like Krun's erection was being driven up through a portal and disappearing into a dimension of pure pleasure. The cock that was about as long as Mhali's torso left no bulge and didn't burst out of her mouth as she squatted low enough for her hips to crash into his.

Settling on the lowest point of her squat, Mhali drove her nails into Krun's firm chest and started rocking her hips back and forth, smirking confidently. Her expression was plain and neutral, like Krun's cock wasn't offering her anything in the way of pleasure.

And yet Krun flexed feebly under her. He tugged at his bonds, whimpering softly as his stem disappeared into the bat's body with a wet squelch. Her tunnel hugged him all around like a vice, and already the mighty barbarian felt the prickling orgasm well up in the base of his cock. It was just like his first time again. She was hotter, tighter and wetter than anything Krun had ever felt before. His mind was stuck in a loop, no matter how hard he tried to distract himself he could feel the rising orgasm that had him panting with desperation.

Mhali's cooing voice didn't help anything either. She spoke to him, softly, like an older lover who'd felt many cocks of larger size and more exotic shapes inside her plenty of times in the past. She spoke down at him through her nose, like he was a young virgin holding on for dear life.

"Deep breath, little boy." Mhali leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "If you cum before I do you'll die."

Krun's eyes widened as Mhali went on to explain quite plainly despite the enormous member stuffed into her tight cunt that now had slivers of eldritch light swirling about it: "It's a favourite spell of mine. The same that's granted me vitality for many centuries. No man has ever resisted my body. My tight... wet... soft vice."

Several honeysuckle trickles of magic slipped down Krun's shaft and wrapped about his balls, forming something of a caressing warmth that complemented the wet heat of Mhali's pussy.

"I've heard them say my pussy feels like heaven when they cum. And I never get off until I feel a sticky load eject into my womb. Imagine, what this goddess looks like in the throes of orgasm." She crooned, running her fingers down her sleek, bare body, following every curve. Her talons lingered on her dark nipples, flicking at the sensitive flesh, and yet she didn't look like she was enjoying the experience. This was just another lay as far as she was concerned, and she wouldn't get her jollies until she sucked the life out of the dire wolf. "You want me to feel good, don't you little one? Would you like me to cum all over your little cock?" She giggled mirthlessly, reaching back and giving Krun's hefty balls a playful squeeze as if to wring the essence out of him.

Krun groaned, clenching his whole body as a little spurt of precum jetted into her depths. Despite a small yelp escaping Mhali's throat, she looked unmoved and set her claws back into his chest. Parting her stance a little, the Lich Queen began to rise. Slowly at first, she lifted all the way up until she was practically standing. A sheath of sticky wet fluids glistened all across his shaft before Mhali sank down quickly again. With a squelch flecks of her passionless arousal dappled Krun's belly and he swelled, clenching again so he wouldn't burst.

This was how Mhali moved. Up and down with rhythmic precision. Whereas any other woman would be doubled over, shivering and motionless with the hefty musk in her nostrils and the immense slab of cock stretching her pussy lips open, Mhali rose and fell effortlessly with powerful squats.

She even set her hands on her hips, lifting her muzzle a little haughtily, balanced perfectly on the meaty spear she rode.

"Hah, I shouldn't have worried too much about you interfering with my plans, barbarian. You're woefully inadequate to beat me." Her sodden lips crashed into the swelling knot at the base of his cock with a wet smack. "I've been nearly thwarted by greater heroes... with bigger cocks to boot. How am I to get any pleasure out of this little thing?" She smirked and wagged her pinkie-finger at him for greater effect.

Krun tried not to look. Tried not to watch the way Mhali rose to a standing position, the head of his cock stuffed between her trim thighs before she flexed those gorgeous long legs to squat deeply again. Her breasts jiggling with every powerful thrust and her head tilting back again, her velvety hair wavering like a halo of midnight. But as Krun tried desperately to keep his mind off the mind-blowing pleasure racking his mind and body, a magical tether tugged his eyelids open and he caught a flicker in Mhali's agape expression.

It was a feint, a fake little expression of pleasure. But it was sublime all the same, more beautiful and sweeter than the rapturous look in the eyes of women Krun had brought to quick, mind-shattering orgasm in the past. Krun cried out and another spurt of cum escaped into Mhali's depths, making her giggle with anticipation of the explosion to come.

As he lost a little more of his essence, Krun began to age. He felt his muscle mass wither, his meat emaciate and watched some of his own fur grey and shed. Even as it happened, whatever willpower Krun had to hold back fuelled his being and reversed the aging process. His body withered, then bulked out again. What fur was shed in temporary mange grew back magically and the greying halted temporarily, turning shimmering black again.

But as quickly as he recomposed himself, he caught another feigned pout of pleasure on Mhali's face and again he slipped, two little spurts, little tasters, making the Lich Queen smile.

"Just let it go," she whispered. "Don't worry, it won't hurt. You'll feel good. Let me make you feel good. Cum for me, barbarian. Cum inside me. let me grant you sweet release."

Krun turned his head, his gaze desperately searching across the room. Princess Thott was no damn help, swooning off in the corner, still recovering from her little fall. And Oral was trapped in the throes of one-woman passion, desperately rubbing the front of her pants as she rolled and thrashed about on the spot. Her eyes were blank and the only thing she could say were soft, pleading gasps for more. Her pants were soaked through from orgasm after orgasm and she was beginning to form a wet stain on the carpet.

"She can't help you," Mhali whispered with a malicious smile. "She is going to die. Just like the princesses... Just. Like. You."

That tripped it. Something in Krun ignited. A fire of pure will. the dire wolf clenched hard, then jerked his eyes open. He set aside the churning in his balls and numbed the pleasure out of sheer force of will that was borderline supernatural.

And catching the light of fresh sobriety in Krun's gaze, Mhali arched her eyebrows in a flickering moment of curiosity.

He thrusted upward, his ass lifting off the ground to meet Mhali's downward stroke. She gave an involuntary yelp of surprise as she crashed into his knot a little harder than before, stretching her opening to that point where there was a tingle of pleasure she'd never felt before.

With that enormous roar, Krun gave the bonds one more tug. The silk stretched this time and finally ripped through, freeing his hands, which he immediately laid on her. His large mitts were big enough compared to Mhali's petite waistline that he was able to wrap his digits all the way around her barrel. Her breasts flattened under his grip as he arrested the rise and fall of her body.

Mhali stopped in an instant, her eyes fluttering to stare at him with a bewildered expression. Krun on the other end of the spectrum gave a dirty smirk, and the Lich Queen for the first time in her existence gulped with worry.

"Fuck with me all you like. End the world, see if I care. But you shoulda left my friend out of it," he snarled angrily.

What happened next was best described as a pent up virile young man tearing up a sex toy that finally arrived after months of being stuck in the limbo of shipping. Like the barmaid riding his cock when Oral and he first met, Krun fucked the Lich Queen into next week.

His hips rolled to meet her downward tugs and with every sopping thrust her quim stretched a little more over the bulging knot formed at the base of his cock. Little by little she stretched more and more, before finally with a wet pop and an utter scream of joy from the previously unimpressed Lich Queen, Krun pulled Mhali's tight, hot body all the way down over every inch of his member.

Hilted in her, Krun paused only a moment. Mhali's black eyes rolling into the back of her head, mind broken by this new helpless sensation racking her consciousness, and her body loving every tingling, heightened moment of it, Krun grunted with satisfaction, then started fucking her in earnest again.

Up and down, pop-pop-pop his knot slipping in and out of her stretched gash. Her tunnel was open to the breaking point, drooling arousal that formed a free flowing waterfall down over Krun's balls as they slapped up against her firm ass again and again.

It didn't take long for Mhali, mindlessly keening like a top-dollar whore, to orgasm after that. Krun buried every inch of shaft in her one last time, slamming everything he had into her as the slick tunnel massaging his length quivered uncontrollably and she squirted all over him. Her fem-cum sprayed down his sheath, soaking his abs as her hips twitched back and forth. Tremors took her body from the ends of her toes, all the way up those gorgeous long legs, shimmering through her torso, jiggling those perky, firm breasts and tossing her head back as she screamed at the ceiling hard enough to make the crystal chandelier hum in harmony.

Her magical hold faded in the protracted moment that retarded her focus. She fell into a lewd pit of shuddering pleasure that took the forefront of her mind, with only a simple thought of 'more' present in her cognitive ability. Her IQ falling into single digits, shamelessly gargling out 'Fuck me!' became the most intellectual statement she could make for a good while.

In the meantime, Krun's length was swelling to the point she had desired before, but Mhali had descended so deep into fuck-drunk slut-dom she hadn't noticed. Nor was she going to.

Unable to weave her deadly spell, or even her hold on Oral anymore, the cheetah was able to turn her gaze in a moment of sobriety, and with a slight tinge of jealousy watched as Krun ejaculated into the anthro bat.

It was unlike anything before though. It was just like Krun's first time, he remembered it fondly. And the result was something similar. The pressure built up in Mhali's body to the point her body slipped from his grip and she was launched into the air, off his dick.

Trailing a long stream of thick cum shooting from the tip, Mhali was sprawled awkwardly, semen jetting from her cunt like some sort of perverted propulsion system. She arched, excess batter splattering the carpet below before she was planted face first into a pile of furniture with a painful crash.

Her lower body, just her legs and stretched pussy still leaking a long trail of slimy jizz stuck out of the remnants of a smashed wardrobe. Her legs twitched slightly, one of her shoes slipping off her foot and clattering to the ground as her soft moans of satisfaction were muffled by splinters and debris.

As everyone in the room recovered in the leftover haze of sexual gratification, Mhali's physical form turned to ash, and then a cloud of dust that swirled out the nearest window like a smoky serpent. Coming down from her last orgasm with a sigh that held a sense of relief and finality, Oral watched the essence go with no doubt Mhali would reform her physical body elsewhere.

But for the time being the Lich Queen wasn't going to be a problem.

Nadya and Sasha were framed in the grand doorway when the others came down. Led by her exhausted heroes, Elika's face lit up at the sight of her fellow princesses, and Oral made a point to avert her gaze so she wouldn't drop to her knees and orgasm yet again.

Pushing between them, Elika ran over and embraced her royal sisters. Though it was more a perversion of a sisterly embrace as she gave Sasha a long kiss, then turned to Nadya and slid her broad tongue down he amazonian woman's throat.

Elika's kisses shortened and moved down, forming a trail down Nadya's neck, her chest, across her trim belly... and before anyone could stop her, the vixen was on her knees, muzzle buried between Nadya's thighs, with the powerful woman gasping delightfully. Her face turned over to Sasha and they kissed deeply, the beautiful princesses quickly descending into a threeway.

Over the sloppy lapping noises and the soft mewling noises of pleasure coming from the trio, Krun gave a throaty chuckle. Oral didn't have to glance down to see the erection, the might staff of meat large enough to bob into her field of view no matter where she looked.

As a trickle of precum dribbled down the underside of the shaft in preparation to turn the threeway into a foursome, Oral gave a roll of her eyes and wandered back into the castle. There was plenty of exploring left to do, and considering the gillrats had all bolted after Mhali's demise; taking a look around was relatively safe.

Safer than sticking around for the show it seemed. The mere sounds of the princesses pleasuring each other enough to make the heat of arousal flare between her thighs.

It didn't take Oral long to find one chamber of interest just off the cum-glazed entrance hall, still glistening and slippery from their fight with Maeve. The gillrats had made off with the catatonic dragoness in their escape, and Oral had to wonder like with Mhali if they'd ever see the wicked witch again.

The chamber that took Oral's interest however took the forefront of her thought and she half-grinned at the glimmering piles of treasure giving the room a golden glow. Though the piles of riches were impressive, most impressive was a device of interest standing in the foreground.

Oral gave a low whistle, and keeping her eyes on the thing half-turned to call: "Hey! Krun!"

"What!?" he called back irately.

"I found something more exciting than princess lesbian action!"

Grumbling out low doubts in that statement, Krun came over. When he saw the piles of gold his doubt was alleviated just a little. It wasn't entirely quashed until he saw the device Oral pointed at, and he too let out a low whistle.

"Yeah," he admitted slowly, his erection actually throbbing at the sight. "That's pretty hot alright."

Several minutes of hauling a bit of treasure later, Krun set the gold-laden saddle bags onto the back of his brand-new metal steed. The creature sat silent but ready, the chrome and varnished black glinting in the blazing orange light of the sunset.

The custom built V8 chopper was from a forgotten time, but immaculately maintained. And it was a motorcycle so hyper-masculine it would be impossible to sit on the thing without man-spreading. And that was simply the way the thing was designed, long handlebars pushing the rider back into a lounging position in the leather seat, placing the girthy fuel tank right between his legs.

Swinging one leg over the saddle, Krun worked the choke then stomped down on the kickstart. The engine rumbled to life in one go and he twisted the throttle a few times, turning gas into pure noise. The mechanical roar echoed off into the distance, vibrated in all their chest cavities and made Sasha's knees buckle as a torrent of hot girl-cum gushed down her inner thigh.

A rare smile crossed Krun's muzzle as he looked the motorbike over affectionately, then turned his gaze to where Oral was standing.

She had her wand in one hand and just finished up a complicated spell. Snapping her spellbook shut, she mounted it back on her belt and gave one last flick of the wand. In a burst of white light a portal like a vertically oriented puddle of water appeared as a rippling disk before them. The cheetah waved the princesses over, who each bid their farewell to Krun, then stepped through the portal and out of sight.

Krun assumed they were teleported instantly back to Enclave territory where a welcoming committee of noble cocks were eagerly awaiting their arrival. He half expected Oral to give a nod and follow, but instead the young woman holstered her wand and waved the portal out of existence.

Standing at Krun's side she set her hands on her hips and for the first time since they met, Oral looked exquisitely feminine without having to be reduced into mind numbing pleasure.

"Can I help you with something?" Krun asked, trying to sound casual.

"More like I'm going to help you with something," she answered, and for a second Krun dared imagine those lovely lips set on the tip of his cock while her soft hands stroked up and down the shaft of the meaty poke, jerking a load into her wanting mouth.

"You clearly need someone to take care of you," she added, dashing Krun's fantasies. "Besides, I'm no longer an agent of the Enclave. I have no intention to go back."

"What makes you think I need you to take care of me?"

Oral laughed. "Maeve almost drained your whole body of fluids."

"More where that came from," he said, fondling his large balls.

"You were almost crushed to death just trying to get Nadya out of a cage."

He shrugged. "It was under control."

"And Mhali nearly sucked the life out of you."

Krun brushed it off with a snort. "Everything went according to plan in the end."

Oral scoffed. "Barely. Admit it, Krun. You need a friend watching your back."

"Well as much as I'd love to keep a pretty girl close by," - Oral arched an eyebrow noting a bulge in the front of Krun's kilt - "There's only one seat on here."

Oral rolled her eyes then threw a leg over the fuel tank of the chopper. Like a stripper riding into a sensual lap-dance for a client, she slid down the sleek tank until she placed her firm ass in the narrow strip of seat right in front of Krun. The petite woman fitted perfectly, and Krun bit his lip so her body grinding down the length of his iron hard cock wouldn't make him cum on the spot.

"See? Works fine." She leaned back against what she assumed were his firm abs and half glanced back. "Just don't get any funny ideas about our working relationship."

Krun smiled, feeling his cock throb where it was warmly nestled between her slender back and his firm stomach. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Folding the chopper's kick-stand with his heel, Krun twisted the accelerator and released the clutch. Immediately they were launched forward and together - the barbarian and the spellfighter - rode off into the sunset towards their next adventure.

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