Ikrei P.O.V.
Everyone at the table was eating joyfully, all the intricate, impossible and magical foods. Fruits that tasted like many of the normal fruits put together in one bite. Meat from extinct mythical creatures like dark magic wyvern choice cuts and a wine from a famous vampire’s blood.
They told me his name was Dracul or something.
I drank from my golden, diamond cup.
‘Thurskan got nothing on this, I have to say.’
“Say Ikrei, you don’t remember your old self?”
Volvair had been the “friendliest” of the group until that point.
“Who would risk eternal servitude unless you need to regain something critical, right?”
“True, I will peer through the mist and into the future, if you please me chaos child.”
More drinking and eating for several minutes with more rock music in the background.
“I want that sword chaos child and the right to the stone; you better submit to me and I’ll let you use the metal, later.” Sunnyu finally spoke up.
“That’s code for, you better make my night!” Volvair elaborated while sipping another Dracul.
“I did say I was going to retrieve myself from heavy drinking but that was in the normal world!”
Volvair and Sunnyu laughed at my silly comment.
‘This stuff is just too good!’
Five hours later and with my fleshy spiritual loins ready for some serious action, one thing was peculiar.
Besides drinking incredible amounts of Dracul, an entire castle’s reserves worth. The draconylf hadn’t said a word.
“The FEAST continues unto the next phase; everyone please get ready. Six hundred breaths, again, six hundred breaths!”
An underling made the announcement everybody in the gathering of six hundred invited spirits was anticipating.
‘Time for a slide, a jazz, a jizz and a roll, Rock n’ Roll!’
I kept looking at the weird behaving descendant of the dragons, the dark dragoness Izeria.
We stood up and walked together back to where the thrones were.
Volvair just padded me on the shoulder, “She just likes them young, dark, endowed and wild. Get ready, like really ready.”
Volvair smiled like it was nothing.
Before a breath even, I was sweating, sweating in the spirit world.
That means worry, preoccupation and fear are so strong that something like that happens with a magical fleshy construct.
‘Master?!?’
[I told you Eriel always made it work, didn’t I?]
‘Eriel here, Eriel there, Eriel this, Eriel that. Fuck!’
[Just do as I told you, let them have all your energy, all of it, pour everything you are. This place will replenish you, just go, Ikrei. All your pain, all your doubt, all your fire, desire and need. As you do, the resonance will eliminate the malgrunian compulsion within your soul from your succubus. That dragoness is attracted to it; she will cleanse you fully as she feeds. As I said, the blood Vampire is minacious and so is her daughter.]
‘Wait, wait! Are you telling me I’m about to get ravished? Mas—”
[Be positive, next time you see Yun Hee, she is going to get something more than a big surprise! Ha, ha, ha!]
“The wager is as follows, so listen well all of you that are placing bets! The sword will choose an owner, the owner of the sword in this ceremony of resonance will get the privilege to use the philosopher’s stone and keep the sword. And all of us who participate in the energy gathering will receive according to all of our cumulative performance and desires as well! The more power you send, the greater the returns, my fiends. Rules as they have always been. As we have done before, what is our aphorism?!?”
Heryr spoke alone, asking the final question of the gathered.
“FALL YOLOS LOS UNSLAAD UN FEN FIN NUNON VAHZEN UTH AHRK TAHROVIN LOS GEIN. MAHFAERAAK AG, PAAR DRUN LOVAAS!!!”
The gathered shouted with pride, their emotions were all encompassing.
The entire place “ethered”, that is, the reality oscillated and we felt a pull, a pull bordering on simultaneous disintegration and reunification. A breath later everything was back as if nothing had happened.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! “Yoo-hoo!” “That’s the spot!” CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
The gathered clapped and shouted with abandon.
“Your final drinks everyone, when the breaths are done drink them, as most of you know.”
‘What the hell was that, master?! Love?! Lovaas?!’
[The tongue of creation, the one dragons use. Lovaas is the origin of the word love. It means song as well; you will learn when it is time. Where do you think Andurian comes from, silly boy?]
Ipsrum, onyx, carbuncle, jasper, orgon and strange metals from other worlds formed cups in everybody’s hands. The liquid was multicolored and smelled in a way that is hard to describe. But to be precise, it smelled like everything in dark creation put together for a swill down.
Ambrosia, the real thing. Ecstasy unification materialization, the cup from which the dark gods drink.
Five hundred and eighty breaths.
Arn and Heryr spoke in unison one last time,
“This is a feast, entertain us or spent eternity in the depths. Participants! You will be on an even playing field. Akathos your challenger is Heka, our illustrious visitors, you are with the soul anomaly. Heka please open up the dance with a demonstration for the newcomers. My flowers, you have primary control of the manifested reality but only that, do as you wish my girls.”
[The drink will cut through all inhibitions and free you to perform. Unifying your feelings, emotions with everyone. Everyone will feel through you and you will feel through everyone. Your thoughts will be protected, similar to your soul contract. You ready?]
‘Like, No!’
[Fuck or fuck not, there is no wank.]
Six hundred breaths.
“Stēlla Astēr ἀανὴς Bacchanalia Rock Fest, begins!”
The entire space thundered and palpitated like a hundred thousand beating hearts.
We all drank the godly contents.
Seven breaths later.
“I’ll take point girls, let me have a taste of little chaos since I’ll be doing someone else after that.”
Heka walked towards me with extremely confident steps.
“One, two, three, four.” Heka snapped her fingers.
The space transformed into what she had previously determined as her desired battlefield.
“Upside Down”, the eight track of Ixur’s album began playing.
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Heka P.O.V.
The power intro solo lifted my spirits, and then riffs. My private quarters manifested before us. A simple arrangement, no need to share all the intricacies with so many meddling souls interconnecting.
‘This music, huh. So good!’
I got close to little chaos, close enough for a kiss, he was just half a head taller than me. I let my jewels fly away with a single motion unto the bed behind us.
I might have missed the bed, actually.
Little chaos came closer, he touched my midsection, just slightly above the midriff. Wherever his hands touched the magic dress disintegrated into small particles. Revealing my perfect skin.
His eyes were a reflection of mine, dark desire, just like a young Akathos.
‘Yes little chaos, let’s have some fun.’
His hands moved with the beat, I led him hold my waist. A second later his other hand danced up and down my curves, two fingers, then three. Even a small pass with a cheek slap.
‘Chaos boys are takers by nature.’
♪I said upside down
You're turning me
You're giving love instinctively
Around and round you're turning me♪
♪Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round♪
The hand that hadn’t left my waist pulled me even closer, a hair distance would be too much. That close.
I looked up, he looked down.
The string instrument made a beautiful lick.
Little chaos let his feelings expand, a cloud of emotions pure raw dark desire.
The resonance of the gathering magnifying everything. I closed my eyes receiving the dark embrace.
Three very hot breaths in my earlobe, he whispered, “How may I serve you today?
Menu options are: dark, long, and hard.”
Surprised to the seven depths, I put my arms around little chaos.
‘A sensual voice always does it. Is he a bard? An illusionist?’
“I’ll take all three.” I gave him my most sensual smile. The music was carrying us unto our next compass.
♪Instinctively you give to me
The love that I need
I cherish the moments with you
Respectfully I say to thee
I'm aware that you're cheating
When no one makes me feel like you do♪
♪Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round♪
The dark feeling, the perfect caressing of my navel, the disintegrating clothing elated me.
An expert ghost hand movement for a lower cheek grab.
I was already planning on giving the real treatment to little chaos.
The music was getting me all stimulated, while he remained unaffected by it.
“You know, my double arrows are higher up the plane, don’t you?”
He bit my earlobe gingerly. “You know my cannon is further down too, right?”
“Ah.” That bite was just right, perfect timing with the snare and the fill.
‘You good, little chaos, very good. How did you come to be like this?’
♪I know you got charm and appeal
You always play the field
I'm crazy to think you all mine
As long as the sun continues to shine
There's a place in my heart for you
That's the bottom line♪
♪Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round♪
My upper clothing disintegrated upon the touch of his hands. A feel, I wanted him to caress my nipple and he did, and then he did not.
Barely stopping when he touched the right one, breathing hot air unto my left one.
‘Do more, do more!’
He was leaving me hanging intentionally. My hand went down, for a feel of his cannon, his clothes also evaporated wherever I touched. A playful right hand from me.
And a single thought.
‘You Orc!’
I wanted, I wanted a piece. The entire gathering felt it. Many were clapping, others had their hands where you normally shouldn’t, one could feel the wetness.
“All of you other world dark ones pack it. Your boy is almost as big as you are Akathos.”
The dark feelings came forth. The eyes of little chaos produced a slight tremor.
The inevitability of Ambrosia, my feelings, his feelings, everyone’s feelings as one massive magical composite of ethereal proportions.
The sword vibrated with anticipation taking in the energy generated by everyone.
‘I know you are in there, you!’
♪Instinctively you give to me
The love that I need
I cherish the moments with you
Respectfully I say to thee
I'm aware that you're cheating
But no one makes me feel like you do♪
♪Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round♪
♪Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round♪
Breakdown
[Solo]
The feel of my hand on his main weapon caused a flurry of activity. He came in for a nape attack, vampire style.
‘Who taught you that, little chaos?’
“Mmm.”
A breast massage, nibbling in my ears and a playful finger where there used to be panties.
I was surprised but my inner lips and hips moved by themselves. I returned his goodwill with a high speed caress of his crown and mushroom, counter clock and up the tower style.
“Uh.” Moaned little chaos. I sped up.
“Do you like letters?” He asked.
“What?”
“Piano, strings and lyrics.”
I didn’t understand but I thought it was funny and we kissed.
A long, wet, slurpy carnal interaction came to be.
A second later I did, his fingers entered my treasure area and he played the notes from the song.
Impressive is not the way to even begin to describe it. I let go of his beastly thing, I couldn’t help it.
Madness, delicious infectious madness. The mark of the chaos child. Unpredictability, resourcefulness, selfishness and horniness.
The notes of the solo at the same speed, including the drum breakdown and drop. A feast of staff and clef, in more ways than one.
“Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah Ah, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!”
The sting solo turned endless in my mind
“Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah Ah, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!”
“Lit—” A final non music related hand flurry.
A unique experience that brought forth a unique result.
“AAAAAHHHH!” I laid my head on his shoulder after release.
I came, the gathered resonated with the scene.
The dark lords were humming along.
‘A pub made me come!’
“Now, you have done it, little chaos!”
The music continued playing while I savagely pushed him unto the bed. I touched him, I touched myself all over, the rest of my clothing disappeared within three breaths.
♪Upside down you're turning me
You're giving love instinctively
Around and round you're turning me
I see to thee respectfully♪
♪Upside down you're turning me
You're giving love instinctively
Around and round you're turning me
I see to thee respectfully♪
♪I said a upside down you're turning me
You're giving love instinctively
Around and round you're turning me♪
♪You're giving love instinctively
Around and round you're turning me
I see to thee respectfully♪
♪Upside down you're turning me
You're giving love instinctively
Around and round you're turning me
I see to thee respectfully♪
♪Upside down you're turning me
You're giving love instinctively
Around and round you're turning me
I see to thee respectfully♪
♪Upside down you're turning me
You're giving love instinctively
Around and round you're turning me
I see to thee respectfully♪
♪Upside down you're turning me
You're giving love instinctively
Around and round you're turning me
I see to thee respectfully♪
♪Upside down you're turning me
You're giving love instinctively
Around and round you're turning me
I see to thee respectfully♪
I jumped on top of him like the beast in heat I was.
‘No need for fancy expressions when you are in a blaze.’
I gave him something he refused to do before, my darkened areola for a slurp. He instinctively followed suit.
‘You have a feathery touch, little chaos. Bite, bite the stiff nipple, you made it that way!’
He received my wave of emotions, and down went the wolf.
“AHH!”
I like it rough when it’s on. And it was definitively on!
The bass drums section only managed to make things more intense.
‘Let’s Rock! Let’s Rock!’
I entrapped his virile thing with my inner lips and the whole of my vaginal opening. It was time, time to give him the full treatment of the grand sorceress of ancient times from my world.
A completely enclosed lower lip entrapment. His enlarging verge danced with my moving labia minora and labia majora in such a way that both organs seemed to become intermingled.
“Hope you are ready for an upside down, little chaos. There’s a reason I chose this song!”
Following the rhythm and the instruments I began moving my hips. Not like a normal power thrust like that beastly dragon would do but in a contorted form.
The snake dance. Twitch left, twitch right, dozens of times.
His eyes went wide. My hand on his nipple, my other hand on his hair pulling him close for another tongue fight.
I let him have a piece of my mind as we exchanged a hard bite worthy of wolves.
Flesh spirit bodies bleeding from kissing. The gathered were clapping again.
It was time for the big finish!
‘Feel my intent, come on little chaos, come on!’
One fantastic throw into the air with all his strength, we switched positions. A sixty-nine.
Eight fingers and a wild tongue entered my entrails with gusto. I did the same, a high speed sorceress’ black hole, for a throbbing crown and an entrapment for his glands and frenulum.
I overwhelmed his pointy staff without mercy, he engulfed me with his technique down where true magic happens.
SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!
My insides became like lava, ready for liberation.
SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!
Little chaos was almost there, veins bulging, his hands gripping the sheets on the bed with determination.
‘Once more! Come on, you little Orc!’
The merciless tongue became an encyclopedia. I couldn’t make heads or tails; the feeling was overwhelming, his counterattack.
I knew I had to finish him off, a matter of pride. One final push using my fingers, hands, tongue and even a nail for a perfect mix of pain and pleasure.
The music stopped. We screamed, a double kill of massive fluids.
‘My face, his face?’ I no longer cared.
“AAAAAAHHHHHH!”
“OOOOOOHHHHHH”
Six breaths.
We were back with everyone properly dressed, jewels and all for me. Black and white noble attire from Ladnahlayr for little chaos.
“AWESOME!” “I FELT EVERYTHING!” CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! “WOW” “ONE MORE!” “MORE!”
The gathered could not start their own intermingling until the four of us were done with our first go. That didn’t stop their effusiveness.
It has something to do with energy accumulation and the sword, the process requires a bit of care.
“Sixty-nine, huh? I’ll never look at that song again like that.” Little chaos came in for a handshake, his custom.
“You were the one playing a ketar solo with a different kind of instrument. But yes, upside down, good, yes?” I smiled and shook his hand.
“Not bad infinite sorceress, we will see.”
Izeria wasn’t happy. She was being snarky.
‘You better get ready Akathos, I’m all revved up now!’
Little chaos brow twitched again.
“Play it again!” The unison voice ordered.
“Upside Down” by Ixur Ember began playing again as drinks were served. The real thing would start after the song replayed a few times. The rulers were happily humming.
The very first Rock Fest of Outer Darkness had begun successfully.
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Ikrei P.O.V.
‘The sword isn’t properly resonating master, what’s up?’
[That was the trial run, remember I have to deal with Heka, not you. The real thing begins now. There is no reality, there is no time, there is no space even. These are the dark lords.]
‘And the unbound magi want to fight a place like this? Nuts, just nuts like, well, my nuts.’
I drank my Dracul watching the girls draw magic lots to decide who was going next, Izeria was going to go last. That left the dark half elf and the oracle witch.
“What song did you guys select for the occasion?”
I was more relaxed after having my first sexual release in years, I was also more consternated because of the women at the table.
“Touch.” Replied Volvair.
“Hurricane!” Replied Sunnyu.
“Queen of the Night.” Izeria answered gurgling her drink.
I massaged my temple. I understood the lyrics and the intent behind them. Touch was the lead single of the album; Hurricane was a rocker piece about rocking someone out.
‘How am I going to rock a dark elf? Even if she’s half…”
[Just focus on adjusting to the music, you already had the best training in the world. The daughter of a great consort under the Heavenly Demon, only Izeria is a problem.]
‘How are you going to deal with Heka?’
I kept drinking.
[When you get to be as old as me, there’s always plan B, plan C, plan D and so forth. You do you.]
“It is time to continue the FEAST!” “Are you having a great time?!”
“AYE!” “JA!” “PO!” “ARU!” “BAI” “TAK” “HAI!” “Q Tancave! Q Ná!”
Heka stood up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then she vanished from sight disappearing with a trail of vapor.
A weird impossibility.’
[Remember what you have learned, save you it can.]
Akathos’ final words before his consciousness faded away into another realm.
“This one will be the real thing, the music will play differently and far longer. Give me all of you, I’ll give enough of me, if you can handle it.”
Oracle Witch Volvair was the one, this time.
With a snap of her fingers, reality morphed one more time. The lead single of Ixur’s album began playing, the ultra-extended version of “Touch.”
‘Inhale, exhale. Release.’
The true pleasure game of the home of all the Eros started.
The four rules.
Sex, no chants, no spells, no arts, no protection, pure physical debauchery.
Refusal to perform will be penalized heavily. Forced servitude.
Having an orgasm first, counts as a lost round.
There must be a two round margin over the other side to have a winner.
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Volvair P.O.V.
‘Come on chaos child, let me help you!’
“A cymbal, drums, strings, bass and, we are off.”
I walked towards the chaos child who was already in my preferred position. All tied up with special magic strings from my own consciousness wishes on a very large bed. He was unable to move for a short time. Even playing field rules.
‘Those eyes tell me you hate being powerless. My world, my rules.
♪I love myself, I want you to love me
When I feel down I want you above me
I search myself, I want you to find me
I forget myself, I want you to remind me
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself
Ah-ah-oh, I don't want anybody else
Oh-no, oh-no, oh-no♪
♪You're the one who makes me come runnin'
You're the sun who makes me shine
When you're around I'm always laughin'
I wanna make you mine
I close my eyes and see you before me
Think I would die if you were to ignore me
A fool could see just how much I adore you
I'd get down on my knees, I'd do anything for you♪
♪'Cause I don't want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself
Ah-ah-oh, I don't want anybody else
Oh-no, oh-no, oh-no, yeah♪
♪I love myself, I want you to love me
When I feel down I want you above me
I search myself, I want you to find me
I forget myself, I want you to remind me♪
♪I don't want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself
Ah-ah-oh, I don't want anybody else
Oh-no, oh-no, oh-no♪
♪I don't want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself
Ah-ah-oh, I don't want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself, I touch myself
I touch myself, I touch myself
touch myself, I touch myself
I touch myself, I touch myself
(When I think about you I touch myself) I honestly do, I touch myself
(I don't want anybody else) I touch myself, I touch myself
(When I think about you I touch myself) I honestly do, I touch myself
I touch myself
I touch myself♪
“Relax chaos child, everything will be fine. Let the music flow through you.”
I got on top of him slowly and placed my hand on his chest. The clothes dissolved exactly like they did with Heka.
“Let me go!” His feelings intensified and were felt by everyone.
It was incredible.
‘Such a vast amount of sheer intensity!’
“Perhaps you cannot remember many things but your soul may, regardless. Let me help.”
I applied a great amount of care with my caresses through his chest.
I bit, one strong bite like Heka’s near his collarbone, just with the right amount of muscle.
“AAAGHH!”
It was time to say hello.
“I love this song, don’t you, chaos child?”
I released the magic strings. I was borderline breaking the rules of the game, almost but not quite. One final touch dissolving his spirit cloth further down.
Once freed, he became for the time being, the manifestation of chaotic desire. He was a little angry, a little excited and a little vindictive.
Sex was going to get rough.
I felt how pleased with my little ploy the rulers were.
They always like it when someone gets taken down a peg or two.
“Come on black eyes, take me.”
I let the blessed dark eyes chaos child do as he pleased. A witch and darkness make for a wonderful cauldron.
He forcefully turned me over and I was facing him with my back on the silky bed.
Blessed dark eyes kissed my forehead, the power of my intensified desire combined with his, awakening through the influence of the gathered.
I could see the protruding vigor. A hardened curved shaped member barely hiding underneath.
One swift and sweet pass of the hand and his clothes disintegrated only to reveal the expected contents.
The song ended and restarted in a continuous loop. The Oracle Witch that laid in bed was going to help a young blade resonate with a sword, through ritualistic sex and magic for the benefit of her kind.
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Ikrei P.O.V.
‘The feelings of everyone are a bit much.’
“NOW!” “NOW!” “NOW!”
I felt a grip, I was getting gently squeezed down under, some sort of weird hand grip.
My body was responding to the stimuli. I was responding. A master at work. The tingling sensation of a couple of fingers, then three, dancing and traversing up and down my manly column.
‘What a twister!’
“Huh.” After exhaling I was finally able to focus enough to see through the excitement.
The welcoming sight was a carnival. A couple of well-rounded sweetly perked milky bombs. And that brownish hair with highlights spread out on the silky white sheets.
Deep blue eyes and a smile, a smile worthy of an oracle. A wicked grin and a wicked grip that continued without end. Her free hand replicated said wicked grip on her own nipple.
She was inviting, the up and close kind of invitation. She was putting on a rhythmic show, moving to the lyrics.
♪I touch myself, I touch myself
I touch myself, I touch myself
(When I think about you I touch myself) I honestly do, I touch myself
(I don't want anybody else) I touch myself, I touch myself
(When I think about you I touch myself) I honestly do, I touch myself
I touch myself
I touch myself♪
The song ended and immediately began again.
I could feel the gazes of desire and claps of approval from the gathered audience.
Just when I was planning to say something to the witch of witches, I felt her surprise attack.
A strange guzzle, not of liquor but of the bulbous mushroom previously hand treated by the same aggressor. The tip of her tongue surrounded my exposed foreskin, inundating me with pleasure. Up and down, up and down with a coat of saliva mixed in with small tender bites.
I watched in wonderment as my thing went in and out the depths of her throat.
GURP! GURP! GURP! GURP! GURP! GURP!
Just in the point of climax, she stopped while caressing my base.
‘What?! Why?!’
She only smiled as she twisted and turned on the massive magic berth with seductive poses until she was nothing more than a perked up derriere in all fours.
Right there, in front of me.
‘Grrrr, grrrr.’
The image was reminiscent of the ones I missed, my hankering released in the form of a storm. Hers was subdued. The altered reality twisting my own desires with the irresistible view. I took a tight, strong hold of her hip region. She quivered.
I passed something round, something hard on the edges of a moist labial maze. I moved her hips following the beats of the music, teasing, rubbing, fidgeting but never shafting that juice producing alluring snatch.
As expected, a hand that wasn’t mine began playing with an aroused clit and a couple of monster double cheeks that swayed from side to side in a deliberate call for mating.
“Mm.” “Come, chaos, come.” The sweet call for defilement was just that, way too sweet.
Perfect for where the song was at that time.
♪I don't want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself
Ah-ah-oh, I don't want anybody else
Oh-no, oh-no, oh-no♪
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
“NAIL HER!” “SHE NEEDS IT” “WE NEED IT”
‘Fuck it guys, a bit of privacy? Like not saying anything to me at least?’’
I pushed forward skewering her glory hole with my manhood. She swallowed everything I could give her, the slithering vaginal entry was comforting and warm, not an inferno like Heka.
Volvair’s wetness allowing for an unusual level of penetration.
‘Mission control, we have contact! Commence drilling!’
Feeling her cervix, I pounded, pounded into the depths, if there are seven I was going to make fourteen of them with the beat of the music.
Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat!
Volvair’s eyes shone just a bit, she was letting herself be filled and immersed. Our feelings unified. My dark sea of emotions. The resonance with the sword was occurring. The souls were calling us.
One word: “MORE” “MORE” “MORE”
A furious shacking and bouncing of cheeks going double time, twice the speed of the beats but timed perfectly, remaining in synch.
The gathered moved with our same wavelength, they were resonating with the sword too.
The pillowy behind kept crashing against my hips rhythmically, I was smoothly engulfed by her feminine honey trap. I placed a hand on her shoulder for a little extra on the pull back.
Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat!
That little thing did the trick. Full deep reach into her inner walls.
“Ah.” “Ah” Oh” “Cha—” “Oooh!” “Nn-” “Nn-” “—Wai—”
Volvair wanted to say something but then doing another. I felt like she wanted to apply some of her grip with the rosy trap but I applied some girted wand magic on her first.
Her hips and her lips weren’t complaining, both set of lips.
“Oooooohhhh!”
The juices spread all over my member and unto the bed. Her fingers clawing down on the sheets.
Little bitty me moved in and out of her vagina, sending pleasure racing through her ethereal body like a lightning spell, each and every time the stake penetrated her precious spots, it caused an unexpected yet welcomed reaction.
The resonance was too much for her and for me. There was little to no reason anymore.
Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat!
The sticky folds of her treasure trove sucked and compressed at every delineation of my thick and hard intruder.
“AAAAHHHHH!”
Volvair’s hand was grabbing the hand that was slapping her cheek every time she climaxed.
A signal to match her movements and the music. She wanted to up the tempo eight times.
‘That’s what you want?! What a daring woman!’
Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat!
“Oh” “Oh” “Uff!” “Oh” “Chaooooooooo—” “Oooooooohhhh!”
My instincts went wild, more energy, more resonance. I thrust-ed like a crazy lunatic and released every last drop of seed deep inside her, packing her womb.
‘Spirit fleshy bodies cannot have babies, right? The one thing I didn’t ask master, Fuck!’
“What a slapping!” She said, before another moan.
“Mmm!”
Volvair loves a good spanking. I could feel it with every movement.
Volvair also began to move her derriere to meet my power thrusts with her own twerking movements.
The oldest dance in all the worlds. Ecstasy, pleasure, reverie and rabies.
‘It better be rabies and not babies, dammit!
I pounded, she twerked and swirled, all the way unto absolute delirious abandon in my favorite position.
Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat!
Twerk! Twerk! Twerk! Twerk! Twerk! Twerk! Twerk!
“You dog!”
“You bitch!”
One of my dark energy and black eyes side effects: Occasional excited cursing.
Even though my eyes were normal during intercourse, no dark blessing comes without penalty.
“Bad, Witch, Bitch for you!”
Our feelings expanded completely and unified and coalesced with the gathered.
Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat!
Twerk! Twerk! Twerk! Twerk! Twerk! Twerk! Twerk!
A double orgasm came to be once more.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” “CHAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
♪I touch myself, I touch myself
I touch myself, I touch myself
(When I think about you I touch myself) I honestly do, I touch myself
(I don't want anybody else) I touch myself, I touch myself
(When I think about you I touch myself) I honestly do, I touch myself
I touch myself
I touch myself♪
The music kept going in a seemingly eternal loop, we lost measure of time and space. One verse here, one chorus there. All brought about the same result. I came, she came, we both came.
In the end, the fake reality had to change beds and sheets several times. And with one final interlacing kiss the tumultuous session closed.
“Brute!!”
“Bitch!”
Six breaths.
“Play it again.” The rulers were having fun.
Touch was playing in the ballrooms once more and the Dracul tasted really sweet.
The main rule of the Eros game, every climax is considered the end of the round and the start of the next one.
Forty-two rounds of unreal and intense orgasms and screams.
Ikrei: Twenty orgasms
Volvair: Twenty-two orgasms
“BRAVO!” “GOOD SWING!” “SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE IT!”
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Th sword resonated with my soul, an intense vibration came from the gathered and the souls inside the soul craft weapon. And one word from the twisted metal.
“MORE!”
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Volvair P.O.V.
Our table was lively, many of the gathered came by to offer salutations and threesomes and foursomes and a whole house even.
“That was all, oh, great oracle of the bygone?” Sunnyu was having a derisive attitude.
“The gathering enjoys it, the lords are pleased and the sword is currently resonating with the chaos child. I say, it’s a good start.” I dismissed her publicly.
“Say Ikrei, how are you finding these cosmic holes, are they to your liking?” Sunnyu questioned.
I was intrigued as well.
“It’s quite something, new techniques, new sensations, new feelings, same exhilarating result. If you would have lifted your leg to the right a bit more, you could have hit a new high note, you know.”
Ikrei enjoyed the drink as much as that remark.
“Next go. Infinite is the operative word here, remember?” I also drank with calmness.
Ikrei just threw out a smile and the andurian sigil sign for ADOHI.
I blushed. I couldn’t believe it.
‘No further sturdy distractions! I let you win, chaotic one!’
“Don’t think for a quick minute that I don’t know what you are doing.”
Izeria’s voice came from a gurgle. She was still drinking an entire building.
“Complain to the rulers if you feel aggrieved or something.”
Our table was soon filled with the magical fruits of many worlds.
“Eat up everyone, next round will begin after a brief pause.”
A dark demon spirit gave us many golden plates with delicacies.
Sunnyu had the eyes of a predator that shifted like a snake between Ikrei and myself.
‘The rulers want a wild one this next round.’
We could all feel it. The gathered were excited.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
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Ikrei P.O.V.
“Chaos hammer, chaos hammer!!”
The soul communication was intense. I almost dropped my beloved Dracul.
‘What’s going on, Oracle Witch? You have to scream?!’
I was looking at her; she was drinking like nothing had happened or was happening. Even more direct soul to soul transmissions occurred.
“You need to be ready, Sunnyu is coming to break you.”
Regardless of how or why, the message wasn’t good, a threat, a definite threat was looming.
‘Speak clearly and to the point, Volvair. I’m listening.’
We drank like nothing was happening while eating the delicious ethereal offerings.
“She wants the sword and the stone as you know. But what you don’t know is that I let you win. You getting me?”
I kept drinking, I stopped eating the miruxlial, a strange fruit with an even stranger flavor.
‘You were faking it or something?!’
I was shaken but I didn’t show it.
About twenty minutes or so of more drinking, thinking and talking to Volvair looking for a way out.
Ten breaths.
“Don’t give up the initiative, go all out from the jump. As you say, pound, pound hard!”
‘An oracle should be good at predicting stuff, right? Like muscle prick.’
The call for action came exactly as the previous time.
“It is time to continue the FEAST!” “Are you having a great time?!”
“AYE!” “JA!” “PO!” “ARU!” “BAI” “TAK” “HAI!” “Q Tancave! Q Ná!”
“Here we go!”
‘Hope you are right, Volvair!’
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Sunnyu P.O.V.
‘Finally, I’m getting my hands on the stone and a proper sword for my needs!’
I walked over to where the chaos child named Ikrei was standing. The gathered were exceedingly interested in the happenings at our table. They also wanted to start interacting in a more vivacious manner, they were itchy.
“Hope you are ready to resonate for me, chaos child. You get one shot, only one. This is the grooming of a dark elf.”
He stood there, just that. A very minimal, almost imperceptible fluctuation of emotion.
‘The sensibilities of elves are something else, little chaos.’
I had prepared quite a complex reality to subdue the chaos child.
“If he is as capable as he appears, I might decide to keep him around. I have to personally check.”
‘Heka is focused on Akathos and Volvair is extremely biased towards him, calling him black eyes. Do they know each other? Bah! No matter, no matter…’
“Resound for me Hurricane, let’s begin!”
“One, two, three, four.”
A snap of the fingers and we were gone.
The space morphed and changed.
I opened my eyes and what appeared before me was the garden of whispers. The beautiful multi-flowered scenery of my home made real, even if it was just one furlong in size.
The marvelous smell of our flowers, a natural grassy feel. The greatest pillow and blanket nature can offer with the accompanying rays of silver light from our special region.
I was hoping to see an enchanted chaos child when I turned but instead I saw a blunt object.
I was about to snap my fingers one more time so that the music would play. But then, when my eyes drifted into focus, I saw it.
A pound of meat, a thick pulsating rod.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
The feelings of the gathered entered my inner self.
“GO DOWN!” “GO DOWN!” “YOU KNOW YOU WANNA!”
‘Impossible! Bù kěnéng de!’
“Úquétima! What are you doing?!” I shouted vehemently.
“One, two, three, four!” He chanted.
A raised right hand and a powerful pull. I was entrapped in and by his arms. I was turned with a figure four lock motion so quickly that I couldn’t react.
My behind was feeling his lively lower extra thumb. My magic clothes disappeared in the regions he pointedly touched.
“Ah!” “Nn-” “You…ouu.. s..top..n o..www!”
A magnificent lower labia rubbing began with that savage sausage.
‘You! This is that crown wearing bitch’s doing!’
Dark elves love the dark, chaos children are dark, very dark.
“Dark vanilla flavor meets chocolate bar.” He bit my earlobe exactly as he did Heka’s.
“Wha…d…yoooo. noooo, ugh.”
The bastard was doing everything perfectly, down to the beats and bite strength.
I could feel that bitch’s feelings interconnecting with mine.
She laughed, the meddling bitch was laughing.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
“COME ON SUNNYU!” “GO WILD!” “YOU KNOW YOU WANNA!”
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
“Volvair! VOOOOLVAIIIIIR!!!”
I wrestled away Ikrei’s control. It was bad for my aroused self.
‘My juices are dripping. What do I do?!’
The sword resonated with me, it wanted me to take over. One word kept repeating.
“MORE!”
“Pe-channas!” I made an immediate choice.
If the sword wanted more, I would give it more.
“As long as you are mine, you twisted metal.”
The sword resonated again with the both of us inside the space. The gathered shouted.
“SUNNYU!” “SUNNYU!” “SUNNYU!” “SUNNYU!”
I turned towards Ikrei with deadly eyes.
“You wanted this, now you pay for it.”
The walking fleshy spear smiled. He smiled.
“Urrghhh! Get over here, now!” I ordered.
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Ikrei P.O.V.
The tenth song of the set originally given to Ixur, the one she was not going to sing. record, the song sang by muscle prick.
Hurricane.
“Amin delotha lle!” Shouted Sunnyu.
“Sunnyu, una sangwa ar umea!” Retorted Volvair through the connection of the gathered.
Two bewitching, bitching women bickering in elvish. If it wasn’t for my predicament at the time, I would have laughed hysterically.
“The rulers are getting impatient, you can feel it, don’t you?” Sunnyu asked me.
“Yes, so what do we do?” I threw it back at her.
“If I win this turn, you submit to me. I need that sword.” Sunnyu stated with a reddened face.
The feelings of the gathered were causing an overflow of emotions. An cannibalistic need to copulate.
“And if I win, you help me resonate with it, right?” I answered with a hardened protrusion.
We came to a small agreement to spice things up a little more, just a little trick to help me place myself in the right state.
‘Self-hypnosis, Akathos’ variant poker face, through music. Let’s see how you like it blue darky.’
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Sunnyu snapped her fingers. “Hurricane” finally began playing.
‘The power riff and the arrangements are nothing short of amazing!’
Hurricane entered the verse section as she went down. We were back at square one, exactly at the beginning.
Blue hair, pointy ears, a phallus and a mouth.
The power riff and the drums with high crashing cymbals began their dance. The dark elf went to work, she wanted a quick finish before the drinks got too warm.
♪It's early morning, the sun comes out
Last night was shaking and pretty loud
My cat is purring, it scratches my skin
So what is wrong with another sin?
The bitch is hungry, she needs to tell
So give her inches and feed her well
More days to come, new places to go
I've got to leave, it's time for a show♪
♪Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane♪
♪My body is burning, it starts to shout
Desire is coming, it breaks out loud
Lust is in cages 'til storm breaks loose
Just have to make it with someone I choose
The night is calling, I have to go
The wolf is hungry, he runs the show
He's licking his lips, he's ready to win
On the hunt tonight for luv at first sting♪
♪Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
(Are you ready, baby?)
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
Rock you like a hurricane♪
[Solo]
♪It's early morning, the sun comes out
Last night was shaking and pretty loud
My cat is purring, it scratched my skin
So what is wrong with another sin?
The night is calling, I have to go
The wolf is hungry, he runs the show
He's licking his lips, he's ready to win
On the hunt tonight for love at first sting♪
♪Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
(Are you ready, baby?)
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
Here I am♪
Her hands felt like the finest of silks. A true consort with all the knowledge required or as I call her, a bitches’ bitch.
Moving to the sound of the high hats, she went for the base and moved skillfully up the mini tower.
She was exceedingly gentle; she was prepping me for something.
‘Damn, this feels good.’
A foursome of dancing fingers that went for the bulging veins and the lower head in a one-two, constantly alternating.
She “gave me inches” of traversal just like the lyrics, every time the snare was heard. Slow to fast, fast to slow.
“The bitch is hungry, she needs to tell
So give her inches and feed her well.” She sang melodiously.
A nice three finger technique and my head pulsated fiercely, then she went for the whole crown with her tongue in a twisted, never ending spin cycle.
Clockwise, counter-clock. Lettering and a two hand double grip, right at the base and the scrotum
SMOOCH! SLURP! UUUFG! SMOOCH! SLURP! UUUFG!
She was rocking, rocking little Ikrei.
“Mm.”
She intensified her work by adding more sweet variations and more spittle and froth.
Once the ketar strings hit the solo, she upped the tempo four times faster than the music but still coming down with the snare.
Every single time.
SMOOCH! SLURP! UUUFG! SMOOCH! SLURP! UUUFG!
SMOOCH! SLURP! UUUFG! SMOOCH! SLURP! UUUFG!
‘Shit! Shit! Shit!’
The smooth palm and the dark master’s tongue rubbed in a way that brought unbearable amounts of pleasure.
Her grip was tight and just right, providing space for engorging veins. The masterful palm playing with the tip and her tongue making permanent residence on my urethral opening.
‘Heavenly.’
Precum arrived, a lot of it.
They say that eastern women have small mouths. Sadly, I’ve only met the ones that can charge a heavy price for transporting sausages by the pounds through their throats.
SWOOSH!
Lots of cream went inside her mouth, only a single drop was visible in her lips. Just as the last note of Hurricane was heard.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! “GOOD, GOOD!”
“You show him sister!” “Show us something on the comeback darky.” “Darky! Darky! Darky!” CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
The crowd was raucous, there was really, no other way.
Round one: Sunnyu.
She had that gaze. The gaze of a hunter on the midnight trail.
‘I’ll get you with my true opening shot too, blue darky.’
It was my turn now. Time for a “Rebel Yell.”
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Sunnyu P.O.V.
Our little agreement included one song of his choosing, not that it really mattered. The music was just a sprinkle, form more than substance.
‘Very, very catchy.’
I thought it was just an easy heist. No different than stealing candy from a child.
But I was wrong.
I was continuously reflective on the events that had led me to the current state of affairs.
A chaos child that was on top of me!
♪Last night a little dancer, came dancing to my door
Last night a little angel, came pumping on my floor
She said, come on, baby, I got a license for love
And if it expires, pray help from above
Because♪
♪In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more, wow!
In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more
With a rebel yell, more, more, more
More! More! More!♪
♪She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely, she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to me, babe?
What set you free? I need you here by me
Because♪
♪In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more, wow!
In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more
With a rebel yell, more, more, more♪
♪He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the Seven Eleven
Well, he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long, it don't mess up his hair♪
♪Ow! Ow!
I walked the world with you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain, babe
A million times for you
I'd sell my soul for you, babe
For money to burn with you
I'd give you all, and have none, babe
Justa, justa, justa, just to have you here by me
Because♪
♪In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more, wow!
In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more
With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more
More! More! More!
♪Oh, yeah, little baby
She want more
More! More! More! More! More!
Oh, yeah, little angel
She want more
More! More! More! More! More!♪
The tension could be cut with a ritual ipsrum knife. Honestly speaking, my pride was hurt.
‘How can this walking drill have control of the situation?! Let me use my powers rulers, not fair, not fair!’
The stripping of my clothes and the foreplay filled with sensual words felt extremely practiced, like coming from someone who had touched the world's great consorts before.
“Ready for a spin?” He asked playfully.
“I won’t remember this at all.”
‘What are you doing? Don’t touch my hair like that!’
‘Where do you think you are kissing?!’
“Mm.”
Shivers were felt all throughout my neck stem. He went further down.
A caress, two fingers and a gentle grab. He breathed upon it.
‘Enjoying the view? An erect blue nipple will do it to you, every time.’
His lips went for my prize, he sucked, he sucked good.
His right hand mimicked the rhythm as it went for my carnal edges.
His tongue circled my areola, his fingers nimbly went encyclopedia down south.
A, B, C, D, E, I.
“Mmm.” I spread my legs wide unwillingly.
Bastard drill started making andurian sigil signs.
‘Adohi!? Miohail?!’
‘Arlun?!’
“Ooooh!”
UUFGH! SLURP! UUFGH! SLURP! UUFGH!
“Oh, Oh.” My hips went with the beat.
The speed and precision of his actions went up, about seven notches.
‘Who are you, a man whore?!’
My hand went for his hair, just like the song.
‘Yeah, I’ll mess it up, so what?!’
My skin quivered, my innards dripped. My legs crossed behind his back.
More savage lettering, new letters. Even more hot nectar splurged from below.
The scent of Lissum, our ancient magic flower, spread all over the place.
‘No, no, no!’
My breasts heated up, my nipples became firm midnight blue lighthouses.
‘Oh, no. Rhaich!’
The tingling sensation was inescapable. His hands danced and turned like a hundred butterflies over petals.
My nectar was drenching the sheets.
‘Who trained you? Monster!!!’
He wasn’t searching my erotic zones; he was just overwhelming my body with a lightning fast wide area attack.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Daro! Daro! Daro!”
I begged while my body disobeyed me.
The bastard smiled at me. I pulled his hair with all my strength. I needed to punish him.
“HA, HA, HA, HA!” A maniacal laughter came from bastard darky.
The song was about to end. The waves of pleasure weren’t; I couldn’t do anything about it.
An expert tender touch mixed with a rough final barrage caused exactly the result he wanted.
“HEE, HEE, HEEEEEEEEEEE!”
There was no penetration and he still managed to win the round.
I wanted to curse him.
The gathered were clapping like the possessed spirits we were.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
“Yo, chaos child, let’s make a baby!” “No, you won’t!” “Shut up bitches!”
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
‘This is barely starting you, beastly bunch!’
“WE KNOW!!!” “WE KNOW!!!” “WE KNOW!!! “HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!”
‘Just a little privacy would be nice.’
My eyes were piercing.
“Ego, mibo orch!”
I was angry, he did as I did. And to worsen matters, the sword resonated with him.
“Repressing your joy will make you wrinkle faster. And insults can be understood here, Half-elf.” He countered with firm eyes, no trace of doubt.
Round two: Ikrei.
“We are going again immediately, my turn!”
A snap of the fingers and Hurricane began playing once more.
Many, many fleshier flash rounds with rock music transpired.
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Ikrei P.O.V.
Round Seventy-Three: Winner to be decided here.
‘Malgrunian women are unparalleled.’
“You may be right about that, redhead prick!”
“WOOHOO!” “GO DARKYS” “I’M HORNY!” “GOOD! GOOD!” “BEAT HER ASS, IKREI!” “WIN SISTER, BITE HIS DICK OFF WHEN YOU ARE DONE!”
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
There was a limit to how many consecutive rounds without changing partners one could indulge in. This was an unexpected way of finding out. Seventy-two was the limit.
The rulers love variety but since all they do here is have all sort of parties in here, this is one of the stipulations.
We were sitting at the customary table taking a small breather. The gathered were placing major bets. The attendants serving even stranger drinks. And the three women had very different expressions towards a small time forest hunter, big time fucker with a smiling face.
Volvair was smiling. “I’m going to screw your entire soul loose, next time.”
Sunnyu was indescribable. “You! You! You! You!”
Izeria was still drinking up a storm. “Good practice but that’s all it is. See you soon.”
I would like to say that I took that last comment like a man but that was not the case.
‘Get away, you! Drunken dragon, get away!’
Even if the space could replenish me and I had Volvair’s help momentarily. The dragoness was coming in with all her tricks. It wasn’t going to be an even playing field where mastery of intercourse would suffice.
Something felt definitively off about her.
‘Akathos’ plan has a good chance of working. As long as I win here, the rest will be fine.’
I drank my Dracul. The last two rounds had been eye opening. The reason why we were tied thirty-five to thirty-five instead of thirty-six to thirty-six.
The sword was resonating wildly absorbing energy every time there was action; the piece of living metal was still undecided. But the energy accumulation was no joke.
A monster sword was going to be born.
“IT IS TIME TO BEGIN!” “Your bets will determine your increases during resonance everyone. A round of applause for our flash rounds living geysers!”
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
In truth, that was the most insulting and satisfying set of palms I have ever received.
We were going to be sent to a neutral reality, we had no idea what we were going to get. There wasn’t going to be any music. There was no need, the tension was enough as it was.
“One, two, three, four!”
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Sunnyu P.O.V.
‘Time for a quick double check.’
I felt myself all over to make sure of the situation. I stood in place and I was wearing my birth dress, nothing.
By round seventy-two, Arn and Heryr were tired of clothes.
The situation called for swift resolutions.
“Where am I?”
I felt a hug from behind, a very tight embrace. The chaos child made the first move.
‘Rhaich!’
His right hand was already dancing where it shouldn’t.
“I’ll give it to you, you have skill.” I told him.
I went for my own counter maneuver, a five-fingered mushroom head pull behind the back with my right hand.
“You are just very sensitive, Sunnyu.”
Swift solo play, two fingers, one finger, three fingers, then four for a change of pace.
The bastard made me groan.
I pulled his shaft right under me and between my legs. A perfect setup for a feel of my entry with his enlarged crown and my Lissum scented nectar drops.
A grind, a sensual grind of synchronized pelvic movements. He pushed forward, I pushed back.
His left hand grabbing my perked bosom. My left hand on his hair and my right hand preventing any more misdeeds down below.
The grinding wet dance causing his little pecker veins to pulsate.
“Uff!” He was getting excited.
And in typical dark gods fashion, a rock song that was unplanned began playing inside the false reality.
A perfect fit for the red hot carnal events. Ixur’s “Slow Ride.”
The drum intro was unmistakable.
‘Oh, shit. I love this stuff!’
♪Woo!
Slow ride
Take it easy
Slow ride
Take it easy
Slow ride
Take it easy
Slow ride
Take it easy
Slow ride
Take it easy♪
[Verse 1]
♪I'm in the mood
The rhythm is right
Move to the music
We can roll all night♪
[Bridge]
Oooh slow ride
Oooh
[Chorus]
♪Slow ride
Take it easy
Slow ride
Take it easy♪
[Verse 2]
♪Slow down, go down
Got to get your lovin'
One more time
Hold me, roll me
Slow ridin' woman you're so fine♪
[Break]
Woo!
[Verse 1]
I'm in the mood
The rhythm is right
Move to the music
We can roll all night
[Bridge]
Oooh
[Chorus]
♪Slow ride
Take it easy
Slow ride
Take it easy♪
[Verse 2]
♪Slow down, go down
Got to get your lovin'
One more time
Hold me, roll me
Slow ridin' woman you're so fine
[Chorus]
Slow ride, easy
Slow ride, sleazy
Slow ride, easy
Slow ride, sleazy♪
[Verse 2]
♪Slow down, go down
Got to get your lovin'
One more time
Hold me, roll me
Slow ridin' woman you're so fine♪
[Chorus]
♪Slow ride
Take it easy
Slow ride
Take it easy♪
[Alt. Chorus]
♪Slow down
Go down
Slow down
Go down♪
[Verse 3]
♪Come on, baby
Take a slow ride with me
Come on, baby
Take a slow ride♪
[Verse 4]
♪Oh, feel good
Mmmm, feels so good
I like it, yeah
I feel good
Oh, I feel all right♪
[Verse 5]
♪You know the rhythm is right
You know the rhythm is right
We've got to rock all night
We've got to rock all night
You know the rhythm is right
We've got to rock all night
You know the rhythm is right
We've got to rock all night
Woah, come all night♪
[Verse 6]
♪Woo, woo
Your flamin' heart
Your flamin' heart
Your flamin' heart
Your flamin' heart
Woo, woo, woo♪
[Outro]
Slow ride!
The gifted bastard showed me my own drip with his fingers.
“You are sweating quite a bit, right?”
After seventy-two rounds of pure anger in some cases and pure euphoria in others, any dark practitioner woman would be thinking the same thing.
‘Bad man, good dick.’ Absolutely troublesome.
Our pelvic foreplay continued, following the music. Side to side. His lips were on my collarbone thanks to a hard pull of his hair strands.
His other hand gliding for re-entry. My hand pressuring his engorged mushroom every time he tried.
“Uff.” He gasped every time.
‘I know you want a piece of my inner labia again, not happening, you orc!’
Then, he bit me, he bit me like a vampire on my neck.
“Bái chī! Daro!” I reprimanded him in every tongue.
He took advantage of my distraction and two fingers went in like a slithering snake.
“Ahhh!”
‘You’ll pay for that!’
I twisted my mushroom shaped stick.
“Hurgh!” And as Heka says, down went the wolf.
“WHAT A BATTLE! GO GO GO DAUGTHER OF LONG BI XI! DRAGON! DRAGON! DRAGON!”
‘That’s right. My father can wipe the floor with yours Izeria, eat shit!’
We could feel golden horns penetrating resentment in the middle of the action. It was time to deal with the fallen little orc stem.
‘Tsk.’
The rulers placed a grand plushy bed under him.
“Let’s do a rockaby, darky versus darky, right?”
A fast finger up my lower petals once I got close. I returned the favor, one fast hidden finger up his rectum. A weird position.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
“Ahh!” I said. “Ooooh!” He screamed.
The gathered were excited. Energy wildly resonating. The sword was calling for us.
“MORE!” “MORE!” “MORE!”
‘Surprise boy, let’s go for a slow ride, do keep up.’
I pushed him firmly down. I placed my silky wet contours near his glands for a rubbing. Little orc’s thingy reached my bottom cheeks.
‘Time for torture, boy.’ He was still reeling from my forced twist, moments before.
I got close to his face, he didn’t look away.
“Don’t think you are going to dictate pace at the finish line, little orc.”
Perhaps, there were no powers, magic and all those things but that didn’t mean a dark elf was out of tricks.
His hands went for my bottom cheeks.
SLAP! SLAP!
My left hand went back and reached underneath to his humid, moist little trunk.
He tried furiously to turn me over.
‘Not happening! Bái chī!’
An expertly nailed a scratch, just enough to make him wince as more juices poured over him. I inserted his rod into my soft scalding flesh.
It was time for the end. The final grind.
The sword went crazy, the high energy interrupted my perfect snake twist hip thrusts. The resonance made the space cry out with energy tremors.
Little orc reacted with the resonance discharge.
“Antolle ulua sulrim!” He replied as he turned me over with force. I laid with my back on the bed.
“Bastard! Don’t use my tongue!”
‘This can’t be! You must suffer greatly first before any luck comes! No, no, no!’
He pushed his hardened member into my slippery entrance. It was hard, fast and without mercy.
Pain and pleasure entered my soul brain. My nails firmly scratching his right buttocks and back. Deep enough for a bleeding. Instinctive retaliation.
‘You want me to squirt?’ Bleed for me then!’
Furious, beastly pounding without rhythm or cadence, a wild animal without rhyme.
My body instinctively followed suit. Dark feelings, chaos. Just my cup of tea. I hated and hate that about myself. Losing myself in dark desire, my weakness.
Little orc became a mindless fiend; it didn’t matter who won anymore, just the act.
Honestly speaking, there was nothing slow about this ride.
The music had stopped a while ago.
“Ahhhh!” “Ahhhh!” “Ahhhh!”
He was the punishing hammer and I was the gushing receptacle.
The resonance became mind-blowing. I couldn’t think anymore.
The dammed sword was laughing. I felt how the sword was influencing the end result. It was manipulating my emotions; it was manipulating him. Too many souls, too many gathered, too much power.
“HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!” The gathered laughed along with the twisted metal.
I knew Volvair was clapping somewhere.
I felt the heat of his glands expand inside me. The meat lance was as much a punishment for every bad deed I had ever committed as it was a reward for every wet dream I’ve ever had.
I forgot everything and sucked him in with my glistening folds. My cheeks bounced against his pelvic region and the drilling of round thirty-two made its return.
Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat!
“Oh.” “Oh.” “Oh.” “Oh.” “Oh.” “Oh.” “Oh.” “Oh.”
The movements were so intense, that little orc grabbed my waist like a torn parchment, my toes curled and I was lost.
I couldn’t tell you what happened first after that.
Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat!
“Nn.” “Huh” “Ahh!” “Darrooooo!” “Ooooooh!”
He growled and behaved like the long forgotten fearbeasts of the elven forest.
The air became dense, everything felt moist, moist and heavy.
“URGOOOOOOOHHHHHH!”
My innards, labia, thighs and muscles followed after him. A scream, a monster shout, the mating sounds of the dark elves.
The song of the dark moon. The howling call.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
Like the breaking of a large beaver dam, the feeling of euphoria came rushing in. My eyes rolled back. There was no more sense of anything.
And then came the flood.
The throbbing weapon pulsated without leaving any gaps, releasing copious amounts that filled my walls.
My scent spread over the entire space uncontrollably.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
The gathered were celebrating, their resonance gains were massive. I knew they were happy.
Everything had transpired exactly as the rulers wanted. The reason for the fears of men towards the gods. We knew it, we all knew it.
‘I won, I won?! Who shot the load first?!’