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Terrormoon Adventures, part 1. | gothic shujin | 5

 

"Wow an endless, and a Lady of the blade to boot, ive only heard rumors! (he seems very impressed as well as eager), so the Elven, Lady of the blade, "" , seeks an audiance with the king...got it", the guard places the form inside a ledger and and runs back to his post by the gate while eyeing you up and down.

From afar you can tell hes enjoying undressing you with his eyes... he seems intimidated by your stature but perhaps hes one of those kinds of men that are into that sort of thing... being dominated or feeling helpless in bed. Youve met the type before. In his frail weak little mind, hes doing things he could never do to you in reality...

Like running his hands down your tight washboard stomach... down further across your muscular hips and still farther down to the elven chain leggings that cover your smooth flawless legs. You wonder if he approves of your firm and athletic ass. No doubt he does.

You realize its been awhile since you had a nice hard fucking, the kind that can bring you to a screaming (hopefully multiple) orgasm. So few men knew how to do it right... and most were simply cocks to be rode and often broken.

Adjusting the elven sword sheath at your side you snap out of the reverie. Now finnally done with paper work you decide you owe yourself some "fun". I'll see the king soon enough, you plot, lets see whats in this shithole fief.

Suddenly you realize the passerby peasants are staring at you. I guess they've
never seen a drop dead gorgeous endless enchantress such as yourself, you think. Maybe I can find that nice fuck i been needing...

Looking around you notice this place has tons of poor townsfolk, alot of them sweaty muscular men!, shit!, you muse...must be something in the water.

You notice an attractive couple making their way to you...the man is large and well built with a humbled look on his face. He appears to be some sort of warrior from the way he dresses...riding boots...tight (and i mean TIGHT) cod peice, no pants, shirtless and carrying a large broad sword on his back. Yummy! you think.
The woman instantly gives you a catty look, apparently she doesnt approve of fredrick's of Dementia.

"Excuse me m'lady", the large man begins, his voice deep and steady "Do you know where the Tavern is?

Flashing him a sexy smile, you say that you don't, but that if they have beds you'll help him find it, provided he tells the wife to run along and then shows his appretiation...

Before he can answer the wife smacks the taste out his mouth and drags him off by his ear.

Oh well...guess ill have to get my kicks some other way you decide.
Gathering your stuff, you tie your horse to a fence by some water, and look around. A few things catch your eye...

 

Where do you go now?


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