Allura leaned forward, and Sebastien let out a gasp at the feeling of her huge breasts squashing against his back, the supple flesh so firm, yet so yielding. "We'll leave in the morning," she whispered hotly in his ear, "but until then, my Bastion... I thought I would join you in the bath. You don't mind, do you?"
Her wet tongue slipped out from between those lush lips and flickered over his ear, and her hands came sliding around his waist to wrap around his cock, now steel-hard and throbbing, and Sebastien's reply turned into a long, low groan. Allura continued, moving her hands in time with her alluring voice. "Mmm... you know, in my time with Dahalag, I came across many men. Some were fat and ugly, some were fit studs like you... some even had cocks as big as yours... but none were as resilient as you."
The Enchantress' hands, slick and wet from the bathwater, slid over his massive cumtube in slippery waves. Sebastien gritted his teeth. "I'm glad you... approve..."
"Oh, I do approve. I enjoy a challenge every now and then."
"We're together in this. We need to work together to defeat Dahalag."
"Oh, absolutely." Allura quickened her strokes, her hands flying up and down his shaft, working the soapy bathwater into a froth around his pulsing fuckstick. Sebastien gripped the edges of the tub tightly, his knuckles turning white with the strain of the Enchantress' expert ministrations. "So why don't you turn around, and we'll work together to fit this monstercock of yours into my tight, wet pussy?"
Awash with sensation, Sebastien turned before he could help himself. With lust-crazed eyes he stared at her, sitting there in the tub with a smirk on her lips, her raven hair gleaming with a liquid sheen, her massive round tits floating buoyant on the surface of the water. Allura ran a hand along the breathtaking contour of her bosom, licking her lips in lewd invitation.
It would be so easy, Sebastien thought, to simply give in. To plunge into her waiting wetness, to fill the chamber with the sound of wild fucking. But he had heard the stories. He knew what the Enchantress could do - would do to him. And he couldn't let that happen.
"No," he said, with every ounce of strength left in him.
Allura sighed, hiding her anger behind a mild pout. No one had ever managed this. Despite herself she was intrigued, and - she hated to admit it - attracted to this man. This was only a small setback, she reasoned. The more he held out the more crazed with lust she would make him, and when he finally broke it would be epic: all that strength turned into lust, just for her.
"Why do you resist, pet? I know you want me. You already took me once, earlier today, and look at you, still whole and healthy. There's really nothing to be afraid of."
"I know what you are," Sebastien replied. "Too many times, and I would lose myself in you. I can't allow that. I need your help to defeat Dahalag, but when it's done I want to look him in the eye as he dies. I want to watch him suffer for what he has done, with nothing clouding my mind. I want my revenge to be pure."
With a sigh, the Enchantress rose from the tub. Intentionally she moved slowly, allowing the warrior to gape at her sublime form as she emerged from the water, little droplets clinging to her soft skin, and dripping off the curves of her massive, bulging tits. She cupped his chin in her hand and leaned down, bringing her awesome cleavage in line with his gaze. "Be sure to let me know when you change your mind, pet. And if my pussy isn't enticement enough for you, remember there are... other options."
With that, still naked and dripping wet, Allura sashayed out of the room. Sebastien's gaze was drawn inexorably to her sexily swaying ass, and he gulped, his cock still hard and throbbing for some time after she left.
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