"Haaaah…h-hooh!"
Oliva winced as the man in front of her jerked up and sent his rather endowed girth deep into the gap in her chest. "E-Eep! S-Sorry, sir!" she squeaked out as the Outrealm sky loomed overhead.
The Hot Springs realm - one of them, was all but empty, save her and this kind elderly man that had found her adrift between worlds. The dancer had no real idea of how she'd come to be lost from her own world - only that the alternative would've been her demise. Something that still gripped her heart while she tried to focus on her self-elected duty to her savior and caretaker.
"It's fine, young lady - just fine," The old sage shook his head and sighed with relief before he sank back into the hot waters around them. A deep, contented sigh passed the fortune teller's lips as his very, very weathered body enjoyed both the warm waters and the warmer bosom wrapped around his nethers. He offered a tired smile at the naked rosette dancer who was crouched between his legs as she massaged his engorged groin. "These old bones aren't quite what they used to be, are they," he chuckled, mostly to himself.
Olivia bit back a shudder and looked aside to hide her rosy cheeks. "I um…well," she mumbled under her breath as she tried not to stare at the rather robust 'old bone' in front of her.
"Anyway, where was I?" he cut her off as he sat up straight again. His legs shifted apart to give her more room on his lap while he reached for a stack of enigmatic cards that were near the water's edge, next to some towels. Her fingers pressed into her bosom while she kept her robust breasts wrapped around his long, vein-riddled cock.
"Well, you were saying…about my world?" Olivia reminded him as she began to slowly massage and caress him once again. Her motions, while timid, didn't carry nearly as much reluctance as she'd once had. Not after multiple encounters at this point, at least.
"Oh yes! My apologies," he grunted and reached for the edge around them before he drew more of those strange, mystical cards. Unlike the Einherjar that had been stolen once, these ones seemed to be powerless and instead bore the visage of the worlds, not merely the legends. "Well, the thing is…it's hard to determine which one you came from. The Outrealms are quite vast, you know," he explained to her.
The dancer was only half-listening as she tried to instead focus on her lascivious labors before her. Her body shivered even in the hot waters as gooseflesh littered her skin. Her eyes remained cast down on the imposing shaft of mature flesh that twitched and throbbed out of her heavenly valley. "G-Girthy," she gulped as if this was still the first time she'd seen it.
"Indeed! And quite large as well," he agreed, though it wasn't clear whose conversation his response was to. He settled back a bit as she looked up at his closed eyes and awaited the next part with bated breath.
"Your world is…an interesting one, young lady," The sage explained before he drew a handful of very similar cards. Most of them seemed almost identical, save for one or two differences. "See, Most copies of it usually fit that mold I told you about - the tactician, the prince, the time-wavered princess."
Olivia nodded through her ignorance. Truthfully, none of those epithets meant anything to her, not given how short her time in her world had been. Still, she at least recognized the names enough based on her host's tales. But from his stories, If what he said was true (and she had few reasons to doubt it, then it sounded like her own tragedy had removed her from such a course.
At least, for the moment.
"So, most of them follow the same path and have the same outcome, more or less. But sometimes you get these strange…deviations. Usually, it's little more than superficial stuff, but sometimes things go way off the rails," he explained as he shuffled a few cards aside and presented her with one that looked quite distinct from the others. "Like this one - there are two of them! And one is older! Ain't that nutty, lassie?"
"Two of…ah, Robin? Does that happen often?" Olivia asked as she alternated her breaststrokes. On a whim, she started to lick and drool over the tip, if only to stimulate and lubricate his weathered loins. He showed his appreciation with a gentle hand on her head before he croaked out a response.
"No-hoooooh, that's good…Ah, no it doesn't. Usually, the Tactician is either a man or a lady, and can range from a young green whelp to a grizzled old soul - doesn't really matter what with all the amnesia," he admitted as he tilted his head back and massaged her scalp for encouragement. "Ohooo-hrmk!"
"S-Sir?" Oliva froze instantly.
The old sage waved off her concerns before he tucked a hair back behind her ear. "I'm fine, girl -I'm fine…though perhaps you wouldn't mind doing, ah- that, would you?" he asked her.
"That…" the dancer trailed off, confused. He didn't say anything and left her to mull it out. She bit her lip and rocked her body up against his cock while she thought of what he could mean. Realization dawned quickly, and her already-rosy cheeks deepened to a sunset scarlet. "Oh, you mean…r-right," she mumbled but smiled before she popped her lips up onto his tip.
Ga-haaah, that's the stuff…" his hand stayed on her head while she bobbed her lips up and down. His other hand reached into her hair as well while he let her control her own pace. "And here I thought that Plegian had a way with words," he chuckled.
Olivia tried to ignore that tidbit just as much as she tried to ignore the cards pressed against her head. Her main focus was on her routine. Slowly, her eyes slid shut as she began to envision herself on the stage of her mind to the audience of her heart. Her rythmn carried on by instinct alone as she easily rubbed and sucked him off in tandem.
He buckled and shuddered against her ministrations before he thought to remove his ancestral cards -the ones that didn't contain a single legendary soul, but rather archived the very realms that said souls could be drawn from. "Y-Y'know…it's nice to have someone here to talk abo-ooooh, that's it," he mumbled, eyes still closed and cheeks as red as hers.
Olivia bobbed her head but gave a slight nod with his cock wrapped around her lips. Just a way to affirm that the company, while eclectic, was certainly welcome. Especially after her rather unorthodox, and unfortunate, turn of events.
So she let her pace go, slow and soothingly while he regaled her with more tales and tricks of the Outrealm. His hand left her head as he sifted through the cards and read off each one without a care or concern. She listened with some interest at how far off these deviant worlds could go -such as bonds and taboos being crossed between generations, or the tide of history that weaved such bizarre circumstances.
A dark mage whose eyes were only on the void instead found in the arms of the exalted light.
A man, once a mad King cut down as a dog, now a political prisoner in the grip of those he tried to destroy.
A woman whose faith was shattered, mended, and broken anew, left to die only to find a chance to regain life.
The Divine Dragon herself whod descended to humor and toy among mortals.
They went on and on - rhymes of good men offered mercy and offered a hand from sorrow, ambitious mercenaries offered the most coveted chance and yet unable to finish the deed - so many stories, so many tales. All these and more made the dancer feel so small…and yet alighted her imagination in wonder.
"Oh - here's an interesting one - it has you!"
"Mmmph!?" she gasped around his girthy crown as her fingers squeezed her breasts. The taste of precum that had dangled on her tongue was forgotten as he struggled to pull out a card and show it to her.
"Yep - you, and it looks like that one dramatic fellow -the swordsman? Something about a beach it sounds like…that sounds rather pleasant, huh?" he asked before the card shifted and almost fell out of his palm. He managed to catch it just before it hit the water and set the whole deck aside. "It's not easy keeping track of all these damn things, lemme tell you. Why, my Great Uncle Fondell, he…h-heeeeeehooh!"
"MMPH?!"
Olivia gasped as her cheeks swiftly swelled under the torrent of thick, syrupy seed. She wrapped her arms tight around her tits to keep his cock from popping out. Or at least, that was the attempt before he distracted her as his hand landed on her head again. Her short, sudden gasp was all the distraction needed before the tip popped out and blasted her right in the face.
"Ngh!"
The dancer squeezed her eyes shut as hot, thick ropes of spunk bashed against her. She openly drooled the load in her mouth down onto her breasts. The sage's seed seeped into the crevice of her cleavage and basted along the very cock that it had spewed from before. The smell, and heat, made her feel lightheaded as her tongue hung out and was stained in more and more sinful seed.
She didn't know how long it lasted- minutes, hours? It could've been a day for all she knew, here in the Outrealms. But eventually, it stopped, and she felt the hard cock go limp in her bosom. The tip smacked against her chin as one last load fired down under her jaw and along her neck. It was only after she could hear his soft, labored breath and felt no more lashes of lascivious intent that she dared to peel open her eyelids through the hardening cum mask. Softly, she called out his name, concerned.
"H-H-Hubba?"
"Whew…thought I saw Beatrice for a second there," Old Hubba chuckled and slumped back, eyes still closed and with his heart ready to burst from his chest. He kept his hand on the dancer's head while she gawked in awe at the copious mess that webbed between the cock and her face.
"S-Soo much," Olivia mumbled in awe from beneath a mask of jizz. This was, bar none, the largest load she'd ever seen from this old hermit. While a good part of her was of course mortified and stunned at such a revelation, there was that small, thespian-driven sense of pride that her performance could elicit such a reaction.
Hoh…think I'm on my last legs now. But don't you worry, lassie - we'll find your world yet," the Outrealm enigma declared before he handed her a dry towel. "And until then, you're more than welcome to stay as long as you want - no charge," He promised
"Thank you, sir," Olivia smiled from under her sinful mask before she accepted his towel and wiped herself off. She cleared as much off her face as she could before she shifted down to address the copious cum that had wadded and webbed between her breasts. Her pink tresses remained mostly untouched, simply due to not wanting to muster the effort to take care of it. A nice hot shower would handle it…hopefully. Still, even after all that effort and a mess-laden towel for her trouble, the displaced diva dancer couldn't help but steal just a dollop for herself, if only to properly taste his cum for the first time.
And she wasn't sure this would be the last, either
"Mmmm~"
His promise rang in her ear while she shifted up into his lap and rubbed her naked crotch over his. While his cock was limp, it was nice and safe between their bodies. Old Hubba proceeded to invite himself to a handful of her mostly-clean tits. Or maybe it was two. He could have all he wanted, really - at least until she could find her way home.
Wherever that was.
