Demetrius rolled his shoulders in an attempt to loosen his stiffened muscles. He had the most realistic dream where he partook in the raunchiest and most passionate sex his mind could conceive. All with the League's fallen angel, Morgana. He lightly chuckled, knowing that it would have never happened. He would have cock blocked himself somehow anyway due to his lack of any real experience with girls. The events kept replaying over and over in his mind, each tantalizing second that passed made him wish it was more and more real. Demetrius flipped himself over, burying his face into the soft blankets in embarrassment. He wanted to lay in his comfortable bed all day and have these memories last forever.
Suddenly his eyes shot open as realization washed over his features. His blanket was not comfortable! More importantly, he didn't have a bed! He had a couch! He looked around, the purple blanket, the TV, the queen sized bed, it all matched the dream! Because it wasn't a dream! A mix of emotions slammed into Demetrius. Pride, confusion, happiness, anxiousness. How he managed to bed such a beauty was beyond him but he was given little time to think about it. His sight landed on the alarm clock, its bright red light flashing 8:40. Demetrius quickly kicked the blanket off the side of the bed as he realized his shift started in 20 minutes! He looked down at his now exposed body, noticing that he was still naked from the previous night's endeavor. A pool of cum soaked the bed sheets where his cock had laid limply. Perhaps he needed to keep a eye on his dreams to prevent this from happening in the bed with Morgana. He wiped off some of the cream on his thigh. He was definitely gonna need a shower.
Demetrius threw himself out of the bed, looking around for a brief second before finding the door to the bathroom. He quickly darted into the small room, every second that ticked by was a bigger chance of him being late to his first day which, anyone who had ever been late on the first day can confirm, is bad! He stopped as he noticed the clothing on the counter. He picked up the black and white clothing, turning it over and side to side with intrigue. "A tuxedo?" He questioned just as a small piece of paper fell to floor. "Wear me..." He said to himself. He had no time to think about his options as time ticked down. Demetrius slammed the door shut and immediately pulled back the dark purple curtains. "She really does love her purple." With a quick turn of the valve, the hot water began to flow, creating small plumes of steam that filled the room. He stepped over the bathtub wall and into the hot water which ran down his body and relaxed his muscles with ease. Demetrius closed his eyes, letting all the stress flow from his body.
Morgana sat in her perfectly clean kitchen. She clutched a whisk in her hand, constantly spinning it in circles inside of the small bowl. The ingredients swirled together beautifully, going from colors clashing with each other to a singular brown liquid without a lump to be seen. While most people believed brownies were easy to create, Morgana believed that even the tiniest inconsistency could lead to a sub par dish. If it wasn't perfect, then it was trash. There were very few exceptions.
She turned to the clock and then the door, her long purple hair gently flowing from the sudden movement. The door opened slightly, revealing Demetrius in his new set of clothing. The fallen angel acknowledged him with a wolf whistle. "Looking good...except for one thing..." She said as she put the bowl down on the counter. She pushed her lavender stool away from her plump butt and stood to her feet. "Allow me to fix it." She sauntered over to him, her large hips causing her dress that tightly hugged her figure to swish side to side. With every step, Morgana's large bust bounced slightly in their fabric prison which drew Demetrius' attention almost immediately.
He fought the urge to back up into a corner as the busty angel closed the distance between them. Her breast pressed against his firm chest and her hands slithered up his body. Demetrius let out a strained breath as his body drank in the feeling of her body on his. Her small fingers brushed against his nipples before fixing his bow tie. "There we go!" She said as she pushed herself away. "You are quite the looker in a suit you know." She flashed a warm smile before walking back to her seat. She motioned with her finger to follow which Demetrius obliged. He took the seat right across from Morgana, allowing the two to stare at each others features.
"Gods she's beautiful." Demetrius thought to himself.
"He was so cute before, now he's just handsome." Morgana whispered under her breath. She resisted the urge to bite her lip, instead opting to clear her throat. Demetrius came back to reality, shaking the last remnants of his imagination away and allowing him to fully focus. "We should have a few minutes before anyone gets here." She started. "So now would be a good time to tell you that potion I gave you yesterday may have had a tiny after effect." Demetrius furrowed his brow, he wasn't entirely thrilled about her emphasizing the words may and tiny.
"After effect?"
Morgana shifted a bit, thinking about exactly how she was going to say what she needed to say. "Well, after riding you for a bit this morning-"
"Wait you did what now?"
"-I noticed that both the viscosity and the size of you loads stay nearly identical in size after multiple ejaculations. " Demetrius tilted his head as his mind tried to decipher Morgana's sentence. The angel sighed. "Even after cumming a few times, you are still shooting out a lot of thick cum."
"Oh...I knew that."
"Sure you did sweetheart." She winked at him, seeing his attempt at trying to act as if he understood her as adorable. "But more importantly how do you feel? Any discomfort? Feeling pent up? Out of control libido?" She said as she leaned forward over the table.
"No, no and no. I'm fine. I'll let you know if anything happens." Morgana nodded, clearly satisfied with the answer. A smile flashed across her face as she quickly dropped underneath the table. Before Demetrius could look under the table to see what she was doing, Morgana had already begun to pull herself up on his side. She positioned herself on his lap, her free hand moved down underneath her dress to caress Demetrius' bulge.
"Mhm. I thought you said your libido was in control?" She said mockingly.
"You are sitting in my lap and your breast are rubbing against my body." He tried to reason.
"I suppose you are right." She fished out his meaty, throbbing length and positioned the engorged tip at her dripping entrance. Demetrius groaned as his tip brushed up against her snatch. She swiveled her hips causing the tip of penis to slowly slide inside of Morgana.
"No panties?"
"Of course not. Why? Do you want me to put on a pair?" He shook his head side to side. She brought her hand underneath his chin, rubbing against the stubble before turning his head and forcing him to look at her. "Say it." She stopped moving her hips, keeping the rest of his shaft outside of the wet cavern his body craved.
"No! I don't want you to wear panties!" Morgana licked her plump lips before pulling him into a kiss. She let herself fully drop down, taking his entire shaft inside of her in one go. Her tongue danced against his, once again she took control of the kiss. Her tongue explored the depths of his mouth as she dropped her ass down onto his clothed pelvis. She pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting their mouths.
"You'll do anything to continue to fuck me won't you? Good." She said as she slammed her ass down. Demetrius could only answer with a moan. "You know -ngh- the other powerful girls -ah- in the league would love -fuck- to have someone like you. Bashful, handsome and -ah- and submissive in bed. I'd be careful around the other girls." She was unsure if Demetrius had even heard her. He looked as if he was far to focused in bottoming out in Morgana's tight cunt. She let out a low moan of approval as his hips bucked by themselves as he tried to bury his prick deeper then it could go. Morgana leaned forward, her teardrop tits pressing against his chest. Demetrius resisted the urge to tear open her work clothes and suck on her inviting twin peaks, instead opting to continue thrusting as hard as he could. Morgana's flesh jiggled in the tight confines of her clothing.
Demetrius drank in the sight and slammed his pelvis upwards as he felt his orgasm approach. "That's right -unf- Demetrius bury that fat prick inside of me. I need your seed!" She screamed in pleasure. Suddenly the sound of the bells ringing rang out through the shop, causing the two to cease fucking. Morgana clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Just when we were getting to the good part." She whined. "We'll have to continue this after work."
Demetrius groaned and slowly began to thrust again. "Can't we go for a bit longer?" She shook her head before pushing herself upwards. She felt his long shaft leaving her body until she reached the tip. She debated if she should just give in to her desires right there but ultimately decided against it. She fully pulled him out, getting a quiet moan from the both of them.
With a snap of her finger, the sweat and juices that coated the two vanished leaving no evidence of their little romp. Demetrius tucked his still throbbing erection into his pants which Morgana watched with a mixture of disappointment and lust. "Come 's go." She said as she tried to pull her eyes away from his bulge.
He nodded as he followed her to the front, his eyes locked onto her fat ass which caused her dress to shift with every step. She snapped her fingers twice, causing Demetrius to look up. His eyes met with a man. He was short and fat, probably due to eating well. He had a trimmed brown mustache that reminded him of a caterpillar. His beard was just as well kept. His clothing looked as if it was made from the highest quality silk which help keep his large stomach in check. A Demacian noble. Behind him were 5 men dressed from head to toe in chainmail. They had weapons hilted on their sides making it obvious they were guards.
"Ah the Mistress has finally found some suitable help!" His jovial attitude immediately set the tone in the building. "Good to see someone can finally help relieve some of the pressure off of you."
"Trust me. He's very good at taking the pressure of of me." She turned to Demetrius, staring at his package that slightly pressed against his tight pants. "He met all the requirements that I was looking for. His name is Demetrius and he will be showing you you're tables." Demetrius bowed before walking past the front desk and beckoning the noble to follow him.
The man nodded before following Demetrius and the guards followed close behind. His hand hovered above one of the larger tables in the corner which could seat the 6 of them. They quickly filled the seats with only the noble picking up the menu. He squinted a bit before turning to Demetrius. "Are you all fine with fruit tarts?"
"Yes sir!" They replied in unison.
"Well then 10 fruit tarts it is." Demetrius nodded in response before heading into the kitchen.
"10 fruit tarts Morgana." She placed her finger on her bottom lip, thinking for a second.
"Can you focus long enough to help me with ..." She trailed off. She was also having trouble keeping her libido in check.
"Yes, no need to worry about me." In truth focusing was pretty hard currently. He wanted to have her ride him again and let him finish inside of her plump pussy. The lewd thoughts invaded his mind but he wouldn't risk looking bad on his first day.
"So shall we get started?" Morgana nodded.
Demetrius emerged from the kitchen, a large plate in his right hand carrying the small sweet tarts. He would've loved to bring out all the delicacies at the same time but Morgana warned against carrying too much. The fruit covered delicacies caused the guards to begin salivating and the noble to begin smiling. He placed his hands on his large belly, letting out a hearty laugh as Demetrius placed their desserts on their table. "Ill be back with the rest." The plump man nodded, not even noticing his guards already devouring the first plate.
Demetrius power walked to the counter, his uncomfortable erection finally beginning to take it's toll on his mind as it continuously rubbed against his pants. Before he knew it he had already past the front desk which Morgana kept her arms on. Her large breast rested in the wood, giving her back a break from helping support the large orbs. "Expect a long day Dmitri. That noble could eat the entire plate by himself." She said somewhat jokingly. Demetrius only groaned in response, his erection still straining against his clothing. He couldn't help but wish Morgana had only let them finish their session. He watched as Morgana's ass swayed back and forth absentmindedly. Morgana was lost in thought, wondering if there would be a moment that she could grab Demetrius and fuck him senseless without her customers noticing for she was fairing no better than her employee. She wanted to quench the burning in her loins. Her plump thighs rubbed against each other. She wanted to touch herself so badly! She watched from the corner of her eye as Demetrius disappeared into the kitchen. She clenched her teeth, the only thought on her mind was relieving herself.
Demetrius strode back into the front of the bakery with both of the plates in hand, completely ignoring Morgana's wishes at this point. He was unsure if he had the mental fortitude to come out a third time. He dropped the plates which clattered against the table, drawing the attention of all residing there.
"My apologies." Demetrius said in an attempt to keep them from talking too much longer. "Anything else I can do for you?" Demetrius politely asked. The noble smiled.
"Give the Mistress my thanks for another wonderful meal!" Demetrius nodded before bowing and leaving the men to their sweets.
Once again he walked past Morgana as he headed into the kitchen. Perhaps there would be something that would distract him...preferably til the end of shift. Just before completely ducking into the kitchen for the last time, a quiet moan reached his ears. His head whipped around at a speed that should have broken his neck towards Morgana who's stature had visibly changed. One of her knees was bent slightly, her dress was raised just a bit in the front and her arm had disappeared into the recesses of her dress. Sticky drops of her liquid excitement pooled on the floor below here as soft cries of desperate pleasure escaped her lips. Seeing her finger herself was enough to push him far beyond the edge he was teetering on.
Demetrius placed a hand on Morgana's shoulder, pulling her back to reality. She turned to see Demetrius face's besides her own with the same desperate canal desire that welled up within her. "I...can't..." He said in a voice lower then a whisper. She could feel his groin grinding against her soft ass.
"Control yourself!" She hissed in an unsteady voice. She was gonna lose control of herself if she let him keep going. She couldn't blame him though. She did cause this. "There are customers still here!" She felt his hand grip the hymn of her dress. He leaned forward and lightly bit the tip of Morgana's ear causing a mewl to escape from her lips. He pulled down the back of her dress, exposing her doughy rear and pussy which was gushing like a waterfall. He tugged the zipper of his black pants and yanked it downwards, freeing his cock from its prison. Immediately he placed placed his blood engorged head against her drooling snatch. He stroked the shaft, letting out low moans that caused Morgana to continuously look up to make sure they weren't noticed.
"Please... let's pick up where we left off. " He whispered, desperation coating his words. He didn't bother waiting for a response and slowly began to impale her with his meat rod. He let out a content sigh before placing both of his hands on her shoulders. He began to the thrust into her, letting her hot lubricants do the work as they covered his shaft.
"Fine...you can fuck me just -unf- slow down! Please...I'm gonna start moaning!" Morgana pleaded, unsure if she could cut though his lust clouding his mind. He kept his hands on her shoulders but his hip movements began to slow down much to Morgana's surprise. "Ah...thank you..." She mewled as he continued to force the head of his engorged cock against her cervix.
"I'm sorry Morgana. I just..."
"Shh. I get it...just hurry up and cum so we don't get caught." At this point, there was no need to hide just how much she wanted this anymore. He nodded and continued his slow thrusts. She felt her walls being parted and stretched out with every thrust from him and she loved every second of it. Her eyes slowly drifted shut. She couldn't help biting her lip to prevent any noises from escaping. She shuddered as her pussy throbbed, caressing every part of Demetrius's shaft in the process. She would have lost herself in a lustful trance if it wasn't for the approaching footsteps.
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APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS?!
Her pointy ears twitched at the unmistakable sound of footsteps. Her eyes flew open and she lightly kicked Demetrius, causing him to look up as well. Both of their eyes met with those of the noble's, a large grin spitting his face. Morgana's heart dropped, had she really been caught getting her rocks off behind her desk in her own bakery!? She had never been more embarrassed...or turned on but that's not important right now! She could feel Demetrius' throbbing even harder in her violently convulsing snatch. "An exhibitionist huh? Noted." She thought to herself. Finally the noble broke the silence with a hearty laugh.
"I see what you mean by 'he's good at relieving the pressure' from you." He said with a wink, causing the two to swallow hard. "Yes, judging by your face...he must give one mean massage!" Morgana's jaw would have dropped from the shock of receiving that statement but if she did, she would have let out a loud moan which may have aroused suspicion. She grit her teeth and kept her mouth shut to keep the moan inside. Once she was sure that she could speak without moaning, she did.
"Yes! He's wonderful at this. I can just feel the stress melting away from my muscles." She said in quite a shaky voice.
" I can see!" He chuckled as he dropped a large sack of gold coins on the table. "Once again your sweet impress my taste buds! Honestly this should be the epitome of nobility, not that shlop those 'high class' chefs bring us." Morgana nodded slowly at his ranting, she was far too focused on Demetrius who was still fucking her. "Well I suppose I should head back to my seat. Keep her healthy son. You'll be doing us all a great favor." Demetrius lightly nodded as the pressure in his groin began to grow more and more noticeable.
Just as the man turned around, the door opened revealing a woman with light blue eyes, unblemished creamy skin and flowing blue hair. Blades slowly danced around her head as she stepped through the door frame. There was no mistaking it. This was the woman who took Swain's arm. Irelia.
"Captain." The noble called, his jovial nature suddenly vanishing. "I see your travels were safe. I assume Lady Karma has arrived as well?" Irelia nodded. "Good. Good. Then I suppose we should be going." Immediately the guards stood up and followed the man out the door. "Make sure you really loosen the mistress up with your massage lad!" The door slowly swung back into place and shut with the familiar sounds of bells ringing. Irelia moved towards the two behind the counter without saying a word.
"Irelia..." Morgana started before cutting herself off to stop another moan. Her twat was spasming violently as she grew ever so close to her beautiful climax.
"Fallen angel." Irelia said in a monotone voice as she stared at the two. Demetrius stiffened as her gaze fell on him. His grip on her shoulders tightened and his thrusting began to slow to a crawl. Morgana on the other hand couldn't let him stop now that she was this close. She began to lightly move her ass backwards, forcing him back into her.
"What can I do for you?" She managed to get out in a pretty convincing manner.
"I've heard from the other nobles that your humble shop has quite the delectable assortment of goodies. What can you recommend?"
"Hmmm..." Morgana said through her closed lips as of she had paid any attention to the question. She was far to preoccupied with the feeling of teetering on the edge of her climax.
"If I may." Demetrius interrupted causing Irelia to look up and study him. With the prying eyes of Irelia off of her, Morgana was fully able to focus on Demetrius' cock and her own throbbing nethers. And the first thing she noticed was that Demetrius was throbbing violently but keeping himself and by proxy Morgana at the very edge by thrusting in an agonizingly slow manner. Just what did he have planned?
Irelia finally nodded as if she was giving him permission to speak to her. His rhythmic humps grew in tempo as he buried his cock inside of her. His erection began to swell, giving Morgana all the indication she needed. "You idiot! Don't cum inside! I'll lose it!" She yelled in her head as if Demetrius could hear her.
"What about an Oatmeal creampie!" He said as her delivered on final thrust into Morgana's quivering snatch. The two shuddered in ecstasy while still trying to remain relatively still. Cum exploded into Morgana, causing her to cum hard as well. She fought back the urge to let her eyes roll back into her.
"Fuck! I'm gonna moan!" Morgana thought just as her lips began to part. "Oh that's the spot..." she cooed out loud causing Demetrius to freeze. "What are you doing Demetrius? My shoulders are still stiff." She said without even turning around. He nodded even though Morgana couldn't see it and continued rub her shoulders as he poured more creamy baby batter into her.
"Then I'll order that." Irelia finally said.
"Take any seat you like." Morgana moaned. She was no longer willing to contain them and it was all his fault. Irelia nodded and turned around before heading towards a table near the door. Quickly, Morgana began to slam her fat ass against his pelvis. Just as she did, Demetrius grabbed her hips, pulling her into him and pounding her with reckless abandon. The fabric between the two mostly muffled their vigorous fucking. Morgana's cunt began to pulse again as she reached her second orgasm. Her walls milked the last of the semen held in Demetrius balls, leaving the two mostly satisfied.
They scrambled to free themselves from each others genitalias. Finally, Demetrius pulled out. A long rope of cum still connected the two but after a few seconds the liquid dissolved. Demetrius slipped his softening member back into his pants before redoing his zipper. Morgana pulled up her dress, covering her pale, white ass while casting a spell to keep the cum inside of her pussy to prevent it from dribbling on the floor.
By the time Irelia sat down facing the two they had already scrambled back into the kitchen.
Morgana slammed Demetrius into the fridge, her mouth engulfing his in a fiery kiss driven by pure lust and passion. She pulled back, looking deep into his eyes. "I haven't been this turned on in a while." She said with a devilish smirk. "You're going to get me addicted to fucking in public."
"I haven't been this turned on in my entire life and I'm already addicted to the rush." He wasn't entirely wrong. But the way he said it made it seem more impressive than it actually was.
"Well maybe we can figure something out after work. Speaking of work...this is your mess. Since you decided to bring up oatmeal creampies so you are making it." She called as she opened up the fridge and fiddled with the ingredients inside.
"That's not fair!"
"It most definitely is. We don't even sell those snacks here." Morgana said sternly like a parent to their child. "Now fix your mess. I need to go fuck myself silly with the biggest dildo I've got because of you so I may be a while." She said as she walked toward the backdoor. She opened it and stepped through the frame before turning back to Demetrius. "Do a good job and we'll have much more fun tonight..." She winked before shutting the door, leaving Demetrius all alone.
"...shit."
Demetrius walked out with an extremely small plate which emanated a delicious aroma that Irelia couldn't ignore. She turned to face him, licking her lips without even realizing it as the deserts came closer and closer. He gave her a warm smile before placing it on the table. "Is there anything else I could do for you?"
"Yes. She quickly replied with a monotone voice. "Sit with me." Demetrius was taken aback by the request and the lack of emotions in said request. If he wasn't on the clock he would have voiced his concerns but ultimately conceded and took a seat across from her. Irelia picked up one of the small brown cookies, spinning it around a few times as she studied the oddity. "So what exactly are these...things?"
"Oatmeal cookies filled to the brim with a sweet filling. One of my personal favorites to be honest." Demetrius replied with a surprisingly upbeat tone.
"Well let's see why." She took a small bite of the soft cookie causing some of the sweet filling to rush into her mouth. The sweetness quickly overwhelmed her tastebuds and a sea of euphoria washed over her features.
"See!" Demetrius said with a raised eyebrow.
"Well this is quite the pleasant surprise. I didn't know Noxians could be talented at anything besides murder." She said coldly.
"Well I-" His blood ran cold as he realized just what she had said. He watched her blades rotate dangerously near her back, showing just how volatile her thoughts were.
"Did you think I wouldn't notice your accent?" In all honesty, he thought he sounded just like everyone else. Her words carried a heavy dose of venom with each syllable. Demetrius didn't move a muscle, knowing that the slightest movement could mean the difference between seeing Morgana again and being a pile of meat on the floor. She let out a sigh causing her blades to droop. "As much as I would like to strike you down right here and now, I suppose I have no reason to distrust you since you are trusted by the fallen angel though that doesn't mean much considering who she is." The blades rushed back to her and retook their position behind her. Demetrius let out a sigh as the tension in the room slowly began to dissipate. "Besides, your boss would have my head on a pike before I could even leave the shop if she found out I attacked you."
Thinking back on it, Morgana was terrifying when angry. She was also terrifying when horny which could be just as bad. A mix of the two would just be down right devastating. "Speaking of Morgana, you seemed to have been giving her quite a soothing massage. I could tell by her facial expressions." The way she said it didn't quite sit right with Demetrius but he ignored the lingering feeling. "I have a lot of pent up stress currently and would love to receive one of those."
"Well...I uh..." He quickly began to search for an excuse when out of the corner of his eyes he saw one of the blades hovering towards him.
"Oh do you plan on denying me a massage?" She said as innocently as possible. Demetrius immediately shook his head side to side, causing the blade to hover away. "Good. Come." She commanded. He let out a sigh before pushing his seat way and moving to her side. How did he end up in this situation. He patiently waited for her next command, not wanting to stir the pot already more than he had. The thought of the submissive Noxian servicing her began to wake something deep inside of her. It felt like a cross between catharsis and arousal and felt great. She rolled her shoulders slightly causing them to crack loudly. She let out a pained yet content groan. "My shoulders are awfully stiff as of late. Would you mind massaging them for me?"
"Of course." He said in his respectful work voice that severely betrayed how he really felt. He begrudgingly rubbed her sore muscles with his tender grip. Though he had know idea how to actually give a good massage, he did have magic. The ends of his finger tips glowed green with the spell heal. Energy began to flow into Irelia's body and spread throughout her muscles.
"Mmm...this isn't half bad." She let out a sigh of relief as his fingers slid around her collar bone. It felt as if sore muscles had been had been renewed and the pain had been replaced with pleasure. "It would nice to receive the same treatment Morgana received though."
"Hmm?"
"Maybe I should get into the same position to jog your memory." She scooted back in her chair before pushing herself upwards. She placed her hands one the table and bent over, letting her breasts press against the tabletop. Her heart shaped ass swayed as it strained against her tights. If she moved anymore she would most definitely cause the fabric to tear. "Well? I expect you to continue." She said impatiently, not realizing that Demetrius was preoccupied with staring at her perfect rear. Even her slightest movement caused her ass to jiggle. "Not used to seeing an ass this perfect?" She chided, snapping him out of his trance.
"Huh?" He said as he realized he hadn't heard her since she had bent over.
Irelia sighed. "Just continue the massage."
"Sure...let me just...look for an angle..." He said as me moved side to side in an attempt to find the best way to reach her shoulders without grinding against her.
"Use the same position you did for Morgana. It worked so well for her didn't it?" Demetrius swallowed hard and hoped he could keep his member down during this. He leaned over her, his groin pressed against her soft rear. He let out a sigh of pleasure as his cock pressed against one of her plush ass cheeks. He wrestled the idea of humping her out of his head and placed his hands back on her shoulders. He continued to run his fingers across her soft skin but his mind wouldn't allow the feeling of her soft ass to be overcome by any other thoughts. His cock began to swell slightly, causing him to quickly rethink his position. "Please stay down. One time...one...time..." He whispered underneath his breath but with every second that passed it only grew.
Irelia shivered as the quickly hardening cock grew closer to full mast. "Someone's been hiding quite the package." She purred. "I see why Morgana let you bangher behind the counter."
"Yeah..." Demetrius absentmindedly answered as he relished the feeling of her soft ass against his pitched tent. Soon after realization took hold and forcibly tore him down from his pleasurable high. "Wait...you.."
"Noticed? Of course." Her tone was extremely cocky which irritated Demetrius slightly.
"Well...I guess I was being a bit aggressive."
"You seem to forget that I am not just warrior. I am also a dancer. That means I'm good at spotting even the slightest of movements." She turned back with a slight smile on her face. "You definitely hid your movements well. I assume very few others would have noticed you thrusting. Though they definitely would have noticed Morgana." She was indeed moaning decently loud but for the most part remained straight faced. Demetrius raised an eyebrow, not exactly understanding her point.
"Morgana has a lot of meat on her. Even the slightest movements caused her massive jugs to jiggle." He thought about it for a second, letting the absolute truth of the statement sink in. "That tent is looking very uncomfortable and you don't have Morgana to help you this time. How about I help you this time?"
Her hand reached back, slowly unzipping Demetrius pants and grabbing his blood engorged shaft. He did not fight it though he told himself he should have. She slipped it out into the open before giving it a few deep strokes. She placed his member in the valley of her ass causing a groan to escape from his throat. Her thin tights made it feel as if there was nothing stopping their skin from connecting. "Why are you doing this?" He squeaked out.
"I told you. I'm very stressed. Between hiding my disdain for Karma's practices and dealing with Dark Sovereign who resides with us, I've had little time to 'relieve' myself. So I'm going to need you to help me and in return you get the best ass in the institute for a bit. Now, will you lead this dance, or should I?" She asked seductively as she began to move her hips. Her ass stroked his sandwiched cock, making him moan with pleasure. "Quite the submissive one. Good. You know your place then." She couldn't help slamming her fat rump into his pelvis, sending his cock deep between her meaty cheeks before sliding it back out. The sounds of his moans only egged her on. Quickly, her usual calm demeanor was once again replaced by cockiness.
His hips began to move, sliding in and out of her doughy buttcheeks without his minds consent. He grabbed her waist without thinking, using it to steady himself as he began to thrust harder than before. "Fuck...such a nice ass..." He whispered, though it was just loud enough for Irelia to hear. Not that he cared. He continued to savagely bury himself between her soft cheeks.
"Trust me Noxian. You've seen nothing yet." She slid her feet away from each other. She didn't say a word, she only turned her head so she could see his face for this next part. Her ass suddenly squeezed his cock tightly. The toned muscles in her ass showed their shape through the shier amount of fat housed on her butt. Demetrius threw his head back as he let out a cry of unbridled ecstasy. His cock spasmed against Irelia's marshmallow like confinements before violently erupting. The inside of her tanned cheeks quickly filled with thick spunk, giving her little time to relax the grip her held on his cock to prevent her ass from being coated. More virile cream exploded upwards, arching high in the air before coming back down onto her back and long blue hair. It only took a few more seconds for Demetrius' powerful orgasm to die down. He slid his cock back, slapping it against her tight covered ass and allowing the last of his cum to dribble off of his tip.
"Don't worry Noxian. It happens to everybody." Once again her bravado resurfaced, irritating him slightly once again. The only difference was an idea surfaced from it. A smile appeared on his face which Irelia quickly took note of. "Too much for you to handle?" He paid her no attention as he dropped to the floor, his fingers softly massaging her fat rear before taking a handful of her tights in each hand. He gave them a powerful yank in opposite directions, causing them to tear and exposing her fat ass to the cold shop air.
He roughly slapped her ass before burying his face into it. His tongue swirled against her nether lips. Every second was spent enjoying the taste of her juices. Irelia softly moaned in response, her cocky attitude replaced by a desperate need that had barely begun to surface. His fingers sank into each cheek before he started to squeeze and pull them. The tiny bit of experience he had gained over the course of a day with Morgana and pure instinct was clearly guiding him. "Where has that bravado gone Miss Irelia?" Though he sounded confident, his own body was violently shaking from the influx of adrenaline and nervousness. Well, fake it til you make it. She opened her mouth to let out another witty response only to have a moan escape from her lips. Demetrius' tongue slipped into her wet folds and wriggled against her tight walls.
His hot breath brushed against her clit, pushing her closer and closer to an orgasm with every passing second. His fingers moved to her snatch, rubbing her pussy slowly before speeding up. Her juices coated his fingers, making it much easier to please her. "Slow down! If you keep going at that rate I'll..." She bit her lips as she felt his tongue snake deep into her burning core. Her hands balled into fist as she let out a sigh that conveyed her pleasure. Her snatch violently convulsed as it let loose a stream of burning juices into Demetrius' awaiting mouth. Her body shuddered and her thick legs threatened to give out with every second of her climax. She held onto the table for dear life as the pleasure racking her body finally stopped.
Demetrius licked his lips, recovering the juices that had narrowly missed his taste buds. "Sweet." He was the only word he said before delivering a smack to her meaty rear. He couldn't find the will needed to tear his eyes away from the jiggling ass in front of her. He grabbed the mounds of flesh once more and buried his face in them. His lips pressed against her sensitive pussy causing Irelia to yelp in surprise before he pulled quickly picked himself up and discarded his pants ensuring whatever happened next wouldn't ruin them more than he already had. He slowly rubbed his cock against the underside of her dripping entrance, causing the two's breathing to become louder and heavier.
Demetrius really began to think about exactly what he was doing. Here he was, a guy with slightly above average magical abilities with what amounted to a few hours of sexual experience getting ready to fuck Ionia's hero. Hell he had only lost his virginity yesterday! What an odd series of events. "Someone seems a little side tracked. What is it?" She asked, her voice carrying what seemed to be carrying genuine care for once.
Demetrius leaned forward, slipping the tip of his cock into Irelia, causing her to tense up. His chest pressed against her back, allowing him to plant kisses across her neck in a way he had seen in a very cheesy porno. She let out a few quick breaths with ever kiss. She refused to move her ass, allowing him to slip it in without her doing anything. "It's nothing. I'm just thinking." He whispered in between placing soft kisses on her. He really didn't want to ruin this moment with his self reflection. He repositioned his legs before slipping the rest of his glistening shaft inside her.
He grabbed her wide hips and began to pull himself forward, bottoming out in her without any warning. He let out a husky groan which overshadowed Irelia's own moaning. Demetrius wasted no time getting himself up to max speed which caused the slapping of her ass against his pelvis to grow louder. "Ah fuck!" Irelia yelled. "So aggressive and brutal! Someone is really embracing their inner Noxian!" Her words didn't completely reach him. He was far too focused on ploughing her fat ass.
The tip of his cock constantly slammed against her womb before pulling back and striking it again. It was like a battering ram constantly ramming it over and over again. And it felt amazing. Irelia had taken bigger cocks to scratch this itch before but none of them had been as rough as he was. It really made her question if she enjoyed being roughly fucked like some common whore and the answer was a resounding yes. "I'm cumming again!" She squealed as her pussy let loose a torrent of sticky juices onto Demetrius' pelvis. Her convulsing snatch didn't stop him from thrusting however, it only drove him to keep going. Demetrius had been lost to instinct since they started.
"Wait! Ah, I'm too sensitive!" She let out a whimper, her hips wiggle back in forth as the new mind numbing pleasure overtook her. The blades quickly moved towards her, turning themselves around and slamming their leather butts into Demetrius' shoulders. He stumbled backwards, his cock slipping out of Irelia's abused cunt with a loud pop before he fell flat on his ass.
Irelia let out a relieved sigh as she regained her composure. She pushed herself off the table and quickly spun around. She took a seat on Demetrius lap, keeping his cock between her creamy thighs and rubbing against her unsatisfied entrance. She slowly removed her armor before moving to the spandex she wore for easier movements. She pulled the dark blue article of clothing up and over her head before tossing it into the corner of the room.
Her B cup breast bounced slightly with movement which drew Demetrius's attention. She lifted herself up and slowly began to slip his cock back into her awaiting hole. She used her now free hands to unbutton Demetrius' clothing. He assisted her in her efforts by pulling his arms out the sleeves. She wasted time removing his white undershirt next. She stared hungrily at her prize. His toned muscles and chest were most definitely a turn on but his abs perfect. Not rippling like other members of the League but still maintained.
"Pretty decent. " She half lied. In truth, she did like her men a little more battle hardened. He let out a chuckle as his hands moved to her soft breasts. "They may not be as massive as Morgana's cow tits but at least I can have a stealthy fuck without jiggling wildly." She said with a bit of jealousy lacing her words. She bit her lip as she felt herself reach the hilt. Slowly, she began to bounce and work his cock.
"Cow tits huh?" An irritated voice called out, catching the two off guard. A pair of soft hands grazed Irelia's toned stomach before moving to her small, supple breasts. Morgana's head peaked out from behind Irelia's blue hair. Their eyes met and the two smiled at each other before Morgana's eyes flickered to Irelia. "Oh I'm sorry little Miss bubble butt that I have superior genetics." A visible vein began to form on her forehead. "And you stealthy!? Hah! Don't make me laugh. Your ass draws men in like moths to a flame. You'll have an entire building staring at you the moment you enter." Her hands roughly groped Irelia's breasts, causing the woman to writhe a bit. "And speaking of moths to a flame..." Once again her gaze fell on Demetrius who had been slowly thrusting into Irelia the entire time. "What an interesting predicament I've found you in. Fucking a customer and not inviting me. I'm hurt."
"Wasn't this my mess to fix?" Morgana quickly raised a middle finger to her employee, earning a chuckle from him before going back to fondling Irelia.
Morgana leaned forward and lightly bit Irelia's ear. She shivered in Morgana's hands and rubbed her back against her ample chest. "Wait are you..." Irelia asked as she tried to turn around.
"Mhm." Morgana quickly replied as she pressed her bare breast against Irelia's soft skin. "Like what you feel?" She pressed against Irelia's back slightly harder, letting her feel every inch of her 'cow tits'. Morgana clearly wasn't amused by her comment. She gave the ass in question a rough squeeze, letting her excess fat flow through her fingers.
"You know I think I should join in on the fun. What do you guys think?" Morgana asked. Without waiting for a response, she hovered her hand in front of the two. A purple flame erupted from her hands. It blazed brightly for a couple seconds before dying down and revealing a dildo with a tip at each end. It caught Irelia off guard. The sheer size of it was both terrifying and oddly arousing. "This one is one of my favorites." She said as she rubbed the bulbous tip against the dancer's hard nipple.
Morgana's hand slithered downwards, grabbing Demetrius' full balls and giving them a hard squeeze. "Fuck her as hard as you can but don't cum OK?"
"It's hard not to when you grab those. They are very volatile you know." Demetrius immediately moved his hands back to her wide hips, slamming her downwards and forcing her to bounce at a lightning fast pace.
"Good." Morgana whispered as she pulled the dildo back to her. She positioned it at her own sopping entrance before stuffing it inside her needy cunt. "Oh...fuuuck..." She moaned as the massive toy reached her deepest parts.
Irelia felt the toy continuously slap against her ass as Demetrius' cock continuously pistoned in and out of her pussy. She opened her mouth to let out a long moan but cut herself short when she felt the tip of Morgana's toy press against her asshole. Before she could say anything, Morgana wrapped her arms around the dancers collar bone and pulled herself forward. The dildo slid in with ease and buried itself in her rectum. The two women let out extremely lusty moans, causing Demetrius' cock to throb intensely for the duration.
Morgana began to move, thrusting towards Irelia and forcing the dildo into the two's holes."Fuck...it slid in..ah..so easily! You must be one...mhm...hell of a butt slut!" She announced as she began to buck her hips as viciously as possible.
"S-slow down! I've never...fuck...done anal before! Please! Be more gen-gentle!" She moaned out. She could feel the intruders inside of her holes simultaneously rub against her walls, and she couldn't help but love every second of it.
"Such a smackable ass!" Morgana bellowed as she brought her hand down onto her soft tush. Irelia's tongue slithered out of her mouth on contact, her eyes rolled back into her head and her pussy convulsed. Demetrius clenched his teeth and squeezed her hips tightly before letting out a howl of pleasure.
"Do it again! She tightens up so much when you do!" He roared as his lustful haze tossed his sanity into the back seat. His eyes squeezed shut while the bountiful pleasure from Irelia's cunt servicing his dick freshly swirled in his head.
"Ooh kinky. I guess I can do it again...just for you." She said as she delivered another harsh smack onto Irelia's cheeks, causing a red mark to slowly start appearing. Once again her pussy violently convulsed, squeezing his member in a way that rushed him towards a powerful orgasm. That's when he realized two things. How close he was to erupting and where his spunk would be going.
"Irelia. I'm close! I think...gah...you better move!" His concerns were only met with silence. His eyes quickly opened and were quickly subjected to the aheago faced Irelia and clearly enjoying herself Morgana. "Guys!?" The fallen angel was far too focused on ensuring Irelia couldn't wiggle away from her at any point and stop the dildo from bottoming out in either of them. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was curved into the shape of an O. Demetrius opened his mouth to voice the concern of where the aftermath of his oncoming orgasm would be landing once again but only a hoarse moan came out. He knew he couldn't hold himself back much longer. That's when and idea popped into his head.
Morgana could feel the electric pulses of pleasure racking her entire body with every smack of her pelvis against Irelia's fat ass. She relished in every second, allowing her body to do as it wished as it slowly climbed towards an orgasm. Of course being as old as Morgana was meant her stamina was very solid when warmed up. How old was she? Well you never ask a lady her age. She listened to the cacophony of moans that escaped from Irelia's lips everytime her or Demetrius thrusted into her. The hearing it brought an unholy amount of euphoria to the angel. Nothing could stop her from pounding this juicy ass!
"MORGANA!" A voice boomed inside her head, causing her to slow down the moment of her hips although she didn't stop pounding Irelia's juicy ass. See? Nothing. She looked around, before her eyes landed on Demetrius who's teeth were tightly clenched and his eyes were glued shut. "Morgana! Please!" It took a second for it to register in Morgana's head that it was Demetrius' voice ringing in her head.
"Demetrius?" She waited for a response with baited breath, unsure if she was hearing things or not.
"Yes!"
"How are you..."
"I'm a summoner remember?! Now please...I need your help! I'm about to unload into an extremely fertile pussy and I'm sure Irelia doesn't plan on moving. I'm also sure she doesn't have magic like you to prevent herself from getting pregnant so please help!" He begged.
"I don't know, you're babies would probably be really cute." She teased.
"Can you handle me taking days off to deal with my kid!?"
"Well...I mean I have plenty of gold to pay for-"
"Sexually. Can you satisfy yourself with your toys for weeks on end?" She bit her lip, realizing that she may have grown slightly more attached to her new employee within a day than she had thought.
"...ok hold it in just a bit longer I'll think of something!" Her voice was frantic, indicating his reasoning had the desired effect.
"Hurry!"
Morgana's mind quickly ran through ideas, each one getting slightly better than the last but at the rate she was going, Irelia would have given birth before she had a full proof plan. She gave up on trying to be full proof and bet on a plan that was at best 50/50. Plus it could further her own agenda as well. She placed her hands on her full hips and yanked her backwards. The pull was hard enough to slip Demetrius' about to blow cock out of Irelia tight snatch. Demetrius groaned and small droplets of cum flowed down the side. The sudden emptiness inside one of her holes quickly cleared her mind.
"W-wait! What are you doing!" She growled as she struggled against Morgana's surprising strong grip.
"Sorry, but as you can tell Demetrius is quite close to cumming and him blowing his load in you could be problematic. I can help you finish though." She said as she began to force the dildo deep into her ass.
"No! I want to feel his burning spunk fill my womb!" She spouted without thinking. Or course embarrassment followed her words but she didn't care. "Don't you have spell that'll protect me?" She moaned as the large dildo forced her toward the edge.
"Hmm. I don't know. I don't think I can stop my hips anyway." She said hoarsely as she began to feel her own orgasm welling up.
"Please!" She screeched. The need to be filled had completely overwhelmed her.
"Tell you what, you are traveling with the duchess and the sovereign correct?" Her voice was strained as she fought the urge to both moan and cum. Irelia nodded as she futilely tried to slow down Morgana's hips.
"Bring one to me and we'll call it even OK?" A smile began to form on her beautiful face as she pushed Irelia's hands off her hips.
"I will! I will! Please!" She cried, making the smile grow even wider.
"Well Demetrius?" He looked upwards, seeing Morgana holding Irelia and spreading her glistening pink pussy with her fingers. "Are you ready to fill her up?" His mind overheated, unable to comprehend both the sight in front of him and the prospect of filling up another woman, even if she did have no chance of getting pregnant anymore. All he could do was nod idiotically. She quickly lowered Irelia onto Demetrius' cock, mostly because her arms had grown tired from supporting the well endowed woman's weight.
His member slipped in with no resistance and in an instant his mind went white. The pressure that had finally began to recede reemerged with a vengeance. The only thing his body would allow his mind to think about was filling Irelia up to the brim with seed. He stretched his arms as far as humanly possible and dug his fingers into Morgana's meaty ass. He continuously fondled one cheek, stoking the inferno burning wildly in Morgana's snatch. She started to lose her composure and began thrusting as hard as she could to pleasure herself and as a by product, fucking Irelia senseless. Her lips curled upwards into a smirk as she watched both Irelia and Demetrius sink into a pit of lust.
Demetrius harshly brought his hand down onto Morgana's ass without warning, causing a red welt to show up matching the one on Irelia's ass. Her eyes twitched and her body began to violently spasm. "Not again!" She hoarsely yelled before tightly grabbing Irelia's small chest. Her sudden orgasm that coarsed through her body was quiet and overshadowed by both Irelia's and Demetrius'. The two let out a guttural groan as the burning white liquid from Demetrius' balls exploded into Irelia's pussy. Her eyes rolled back as tears of pure ecstasy rolled down her cheeks. Demetrius' eyes glazed over before completely closing. His body went limp as he slipped into unconsciousness.
Morgana slowly began to come down from cloud nine, her vision became clearer and her mind was no longer clouded by lust. That's when she realized that Demetrius had already blown his load into her. "Oh yeah...I'm supposed to..." She trailed of as traced an outline of a heart just above Irelia's clit. A purple flame brightly burned on the outline for a brief second before vanishing completely. Morgana brushed her soft hands against Irelia's flushed cheeks. "I've held up my end of the bargain. I expect you to as well." She said as she pushed herself backwards. The dildo slipped out of Irelia's ass, leaving it both gaping and twitching.
The dancer let out a content sigh as she pushed herself upwards causing Demetrius' limp cock to slide out of her. A large amount of cum poured out onto his pelvis before dipping onto the floor. "I am only as good as my word angel." She said in a new calm tone. "Though I don't think spiking their food will be as easy as it was on me." Morgana raised an eyebrow before laughing uncontrollably.
"So you knew then and still went through with it!? You're an even bigger slut than I thought!" She slowly began to quiet down and quickly wiped a tear from her eye. "It only took a couple drops into the milk to get you to fuck. How funny is that?"
"As I told your lover-"
"Employee." Morgana flatly stated as she crossed her arms over her large, bare chest.
"Whatever. As I told him, I was indeed stressed and he was a decent enough outlet to relieve that stress."
" 'I want to feel his burning spunk fill my womb.' Doesn't seem like something you would say to a decent outlet." Morgana mocked.
"And a decent outlet doesn't require an aphrodisiac to make a women feel something." The dancer quickly countered.
"The aphrodisiac would had run out before I arrived to join you two you know." Irelia instantly went silent and her face became just as red as a tomato as realization dawned on her. There was no outside force making her say those things Morgana mocked her for. She quickly gathered her clothes without another word and slipped into them as quickly as she could. The sounds of Morgana's laughter filled the room. There were very few things more fun then torturing a woman with a stick up her ass. Her eyes moved down to stare at said ass only to realize that Demetrius had torn a massive hole in her leggings. With a quick wave of her finger, the fabric began to reattach itself and repair the hole though Irelia didn't seem to notice.
Once fully dressed, she turned back around to face the angel. "I should return within the next three days. Be prepared for my arrival."
"Yeah yeah. Now get out. I have an employee to attend to." Irelia said nothing, instead opting to walk towards the door. She pried it open, letting in the cold night air before turning slightly so she could see Morgana sitting next to Demetrius. She lightly cupped his face with a small smile on her face. It was...nice to see Morgana experiencing such happiness to say the the least. She passed through the door frame and closed the door behind her before walking out in the dark. The only thought on her mind was just how she was going to get one of the two with her to accompany her back.
Morgana sensitive ears listened intently, ensuring that Irelia was completely gone before finally getting up. She walked into the kitchen, leaving Demetrius sprawled out on the floor alone. Morgan calmly walked to the sink and lightly tapped the metal lever causing cold water to pour from the faucet. She placed a small glass underneath, letting it fill about half way before shutting it off and walking back to the front of the shop. She crouched down by Demetrius body and immediately splashed the water on to his face.
His eyes flew open and he immediately started flailing around. "Fuck! Cold! Cold!" He yelled in a higher pitch than normal, causing the angel to chuckle a bit. The sound of her giggling caused his movements to slow as he started too look around. He pushed himself off the floor, stumbling for a second before straightening up. "Where'd Irelia go?"
"Home. Come now. It will be a much busier day tomorrow so we cannot have ourselves smelling like sweat." She grabbed his hand and began guiding him towards the door connecting her home to the building.
Within minutes the two had already made their way to the bathroom and ran enough water for a suitable bath. "Well?" Morgana said leaving Demetrius a tad confused. "Get in." He pointed to himself before pointing to the bath as if he need more explanation. Morgana sighed before nodding. "You are a real idiot you know that." Demetrius did not reply as slipped into the hot water. He exhaled as his body relished the felling of a hot bath. Morgana slowly dipped her foot into water, testing the temperature before deciding to hop in. She sat down on Demetrius' lap before laying down on is chest. "This is nice." She squealed. "Would be such a good time to stretch my wings but there's not enough space. You'll have to help me wash them later." It did take a second for him to notice her wings had been absent this whole time. Probably because of her working and all. Morgana's shifted slightly to get into a slightly more comfortable position. She closed her eyes and sunk slightly into the water. "I've been meaning to tell you that we are running low on ingredients."
"What! That's pretty important since you sell food here."
"No, not for food. For my potions. I used the last of the multi-purpose ingredients on the aphrodisiac I used on Irelia."
"Wait when did you-"
"So we will have to an ingredient run some time soon. Some stuff like hellfire, demon blood, demigod essence, probably some venom from the spider god. The usual." He started to chuckle, catching Morgana's attention.
"I'm guessing it's not as easy as going to the store." She shook her against his chest as a hidden smile curled on her face.
"Don't worry. I explain it later. Just focus on your work. We'll figure out the rest later." The thought of hunting for potion ingredients did somewhat terrify him. Where would they be looking? The Shadow Isles? Zaun? Shurima? There were a lot of dangerous places out there that would most likely get him killed. It was funny. How many other bakeries could send you on a trip that could cost you your life or allow you to have sex with women that could snap you in half like a toothpick.
"What are thinking about." Morgana seductively whispered.
"Uh. Nothing."
"Oh really? Nothing at all?" She shifted slightly, her ass rubbing against his semi hard cock. "Are you sure?" Truthfully, he hadn't even noticed what his thoughts were doing to his body.
"If I still say nothing would you believe me?" He said bashfully.
"Not in the slightest. Don't worry. If we get sweaty here, we'll just clean up again." She smiled at him, a smile that caused his heart to flutter. Well. There is nothing wrong with a bit more relaxation before tommorow's work right?
For anyone who has made it this far, thanks for reading. The chapter is over and this little section is just me replying to the reviews I got.
Camarox1
I'm glad to hear that the first chapter was a success. And it is true that Morgana doesn't have very many lemons about her, though the ones that do exist are usually top notch. She doesn't have much art done of her but thankfully Casemon was doing commissions at the time I was finishing up the first chapter. So I reached out to him before tumblr collapsed and the rest is history. If he's still doing commission I'll probably commissions something for Miss Fortune or Oriana.
Guest
Thank you!
TheLastYukami
This review actually means a whole lot to me considering you are the reason I started writing on this website. Your stories inspired me to pick up writing once more. I really cannot express the amount of gratitude I'd like to give you so I'll keep writing at the highest quality I can.
Lord Reyne
This guy is gonna be the first notified of this chapter.
TiNK TF
Thank you. And I'll have to thank the woman who edited my chapter for the small amount of errors. Without her, it probably would have been riddled with them. Probably like this one will be since this one was reread by me.
There will be more characters then D and Morgana however one of them will always be in the chapter in some capacity since they are the main characters.
Xana Shadow
I mean I would but there are many good collection stories for League already and I already have a series like that for another game. It really takes a lot to create different stories with different plots instead of weaving a larger story together so for now I'm doing these two in an expanding cast.
Eternal Violets
Thanks and I'll keep it going as long as I can.
DudeManJones
Maybe. I've got the next chapter mostly figured out then the story kinda diverges in a few different ways and I have yet to choose the best direction for it. Perhaps I'll start votes for chapters later one and this will be one of them. I have no qualms with writing some of the "tamer" fetishes like lactation, futa, genderbend, ect.