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Good god this game is old. I am taking some liberties with the lore and personalities since this game wasn't exactly deep.
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Dragon Rage - A Good Deal - As the war between the Orcs and the Dragons ravages the land and threatens her people, Adara the Sprite makes a decision. After hearing of an extremely powerful warlock's existence, she plans to request his help to protect her race from the war. Everyone gets what they wanted surprisingly. - Shortstack, First Time, Unrealistic.
Adara sits on the edge of a very extravagant bed, with silken sheets so smooth that they could not have come from any natural material in the land.
Her green eyes look around the room in part wonder and part anxiety. She periodically tries to smooth down her short white hair to make herself look more presentable. Her translucent white wings flutter behind her in nervousness.
The room is large, even at her new size. Shelves line the walls with magical artifacts placed on top of them, there's a faint aura of magic emanating from the walls, hinting at the magical enchantment on them for extra protection.
Everything just feels so… different when she's this big.
Being born as a sprite, everything in the world always looked so big and much more dangerous. The rain was something to hide from because the size of the droplets was enough to throw her to the ground, a little bit of an ember is something to fly away from as even a spark can light her aflame, and most of all, stay away from other races.
But times are desperate.
The Dragon War is becoming more dangerous to the surrounding races by the day. Sprites are a relatively fragile race so it's very apparent that if this war continues to get worse then her people will not survive.
The Orc bureaucracy is inching closer day by day and they do not have the power to defend themselves against such a large and powerful force.
Thankfully, they have hope.
Stories have been spreading throughout the land of a powerful warlock. Tales of his power were so absurd that they sounded like the feats of Gods. Controlling the weather, reshaping the lands, summoning all manners of creatures, and conjuring the elements.
She's heard that the Orcs tried to capture the Warlock, to use his power for their own gains.
The smoking crater where an army once stood sent a pretty clear answer to that.
The Sprites don't have that kind of power or protection, and the Orcs are inching closer by the day. So, in an act of desperation, Adara went to the edge of the Warlock's territory and seek an audience with him.
It did not go how she thought it would.
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"I'd get you a drink but sadly, I don't have a thimble for you."
Mysterious.
That's the best way to describe the tall-robed man standing before her.
One minute she was at the edge of his territory begging for an audience with him, and the next she was suddenly teleported into a cozy living room, sitting down on a red lounge chair that was hundreds of times her size.
And across from her is him, the Warlock himself. He's garbed head to toe in a dark purple robe, his face covered in shadow. His voice is deep and echoes with raw power, causing her tiny form to shiver in fear. He pours himself a glass of wine, the bottle levitating on its own before returning to the small table next to him.
His voice echoed from the hood, distorted to the point that she couldn't tell his age.
She wrings her hands together to try and stop the trembling. Clearing her throat to stop her voice from shaking, she speaks to the very powerful man in front of her.
"I-I uh… Ahem, I thank you for accepting my request for an audience oh wise one."
Best to flatter him than incur his irritation.
"I beseech you to-"
"No need." He cuts her off almost immediately. "I know why you are here, and what you want of me. I'm well aware of the Orcs' movements and I'm certainly aware of how close they are now to your people."
"Y-You're aware?"
He shrugs uncaringly. "Of course I am, I'm not so removed from the world that news about the war doesn't reach me, I am not that recluse."
"F-Forgive me, I meant no disrespect."
"I know you didn't. All I'm saying is that based on what I know of the war, the reason for you being here becomes very clear. The Orcs are merely days away from reaching your people and I highly doubt their intentions will be pleasant."
He pauses momentarily to sip his drink, Adara doesn't see anything beneath the shadow of his hood, but she's got the feeling that he hasn't once even looked at her directly. "Your people do not have the power to defend themselves and they are being rather stubborn in not leaving their home."
Adara's hands clench on her knees.
Because it's true. Adara has always been an oddity amongst the Sprites. Even as a child, she liked to wander, adventure, learn, and explore new things. It's gotten her captured and rescued countless times at this point, but she's never felt the urge to give it up. Feeling free is something she's always treasured and unwilling to let go of.
Perhaps that's why she's not as conservative as most of her race, refusing to leave their home behind even if it means death or worse.
Usually worse.
She begged them to leave, to get out of the Orcs' warpath and save themselves. But elders are stubborn no matter the species.
Out of options and desperate to save everyone she's ever known, she's now here.
The Warlock continues. "Eliminating those alternatives, the only thing left for your people is to request assistance from somewhere else. If not from an army then from someone else, someone powerful and clearly against the Orc bureaucracy. There are plenty of warriors, wizards, hunters, and mercenaries around. But they won't be enough."
"Yes, they won't be," Adara speaks up. "I've heard the stories of your power, I've heard of what you've done."
False confidence fills her tone. "I'm not asking you to fight for us nor are we asking you to join the war in any way. I am just simply begging you to do what it takes to keep my people safe. I… do not have a lot of valuable possessions but I'm willing to give everything to you regardless if you require payment."
The Sprites are close to nature, this is just a simple and well-known fact. Their food is grown in forests and they live in forests. Gold holds as much value to them as just any other metal. Sure, Adara has some she's collected over the years, but she doesn't exactly have a vault of it sitting around.
If the Warlock demands gold from her, then she can only pray that what she has will satisfy him.
The Warlock hums to himself, twirling the glass of wine in his hand.
"Gold does not interest me…"
Her heart briefly froze in her chest and she goes to offer him something else, even though she doesn't know what that would be.
"But," He continues before she could panic. "I may have something in mind."
Now Adara was definitely sure that the Warlock never looked at her directly before, because she would not have missed the feeling his gaze gave her body.
Goosebumps rise all over her skin, the faint invisible feeling of his gaze washes over her tiny body, making her feel much smaller than she already is. A giant, that's the best way to describe the feeling of the Warlock's gaze. Like being looked at by something so much bigger, more powerful, and older than you could ever hope to be, and being judged for everything you've done.
It… didn't feel bad per se, just unexpected.
"I'll help your people,"
She sags in relief-
"If,"
And she goes ramrod straight again.
"You become mine."
…
…
…
'What?'
/
What else could she do but accept?
So here she is now, magically grown to a bigger (but still short) form, her clothes thankfully having grown with her. A dark blue leotard, elbow-length gloves, and thigh highs. Not once in her entire life has she ever felt insecure in her clothes, until now.
Sprites don't really care much for modesty, their clothes are revealing simply because it allows them to get a feel for nature better. Now that she's much larger than before and about to… give herself to someone, she can't help but feel overexposed.
Her cleavage is completely exposed in the leotard, showing off just how large her ample bosoms are, and the bottom half of the leotard has the side curve up to her waist, exposing her wide hips and long shapely legs.
The only thing that likely stopped more species from lusting after her was because of her sprite stature.
That's not an issue anymore.
Creak*
And here he comes.
Adara stiffens on the bed as the door to the bedroom opens.
The man of the hour himself walks in, the man that now has the entire day to… have his way with her.
She shudders at the thought.
He silently closes the door behind him, and the click of the magical lock thrums in her ears, signifying just how trapped she feels now.
What choice did she have though? It was either her purity and pride or the lives of her race. It was a difficult but obvious choice.
Bitterness seeps into her tone, masking the trepidation underneath. "Well? What are you waiting for? Go on, do… whatever!"
Let it be known that Adara has had no experience in sexual activities before today.
The Warlock chuckles at her tone. "No need to be so hostile, I'll try to make this as enjoyable for you as it will be for me, and please, just call me Kastor."
Kastor? She would scoff at the unimaginative name if her nerves weren't working overtime.
"Kastor" then begins to take off his clothes one by one, starting with his multiple magical accessories.
No one has seen the Warlock's face before this, it's been a widely known mystery ever since he showed up. No one is sure of his race, face, age, or even if he's actually a man. It just hits her that she's about to see what he looks like.
Kastor reaches up to his hood.
A small part of her is curious as to what someone so powerful could possibly look like. Could he be an elf? An elf's lifespan could explain how this man became so powerful. A vampire? Or maybe even a rogue Orc?
Whatever he is, she's quite certain that he's most likely old, very old. If she were to imagine what he looked like, it would be with a long white beard that extends to his groin, a frail and wrinkly body that would look like it could die of a heart attack within seconds, and a very ugly… man part.
A shiver of disgust goes through her body as she imagines the terrible moment that awaits her, but she stays strong.
Kastor begins to pull back his hood, finally allowing her to see his old decrepit face and-
…
And…
…
…
Oh no.
He's hot.
Never before had Adara made a humongous miscalculation.
Deep brown eyes twinkling with mirth, intellect, and lust. A strong jawline with the barest hint of a beard and wavey black hair swept back giving him a rugged and regal look. His lightly tanned skin gently glowed in the lit room. Which suddenly got a tad darker after Kastor snaps his fingers, the lights are now only coming from the candles on the bedside drawer and the ones near the door.
And now Adara's situation suddenly changes.
She's in a romantically lit room with a handsome man which she gave her full consent to do whatever he wanted to her for the entire night.
A very different kind of shiver goes through her body at the thought, her skin flushes and her heart begins to pound a different way in her chest.
'O-Oh my~.'
Maybe this won't be so bad after all.
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"Ahh~, Oohffff~. Hah~." Adara's throaty moans escape her lips despite her trying to bite them down.
Her entire body is thrumming with nerves, warmth, and so much pleasure. She twitches, jerks, and spasms in his grasp, torn between wanting to get away from the foreign pleasure and wanting so much more of it.
She's now completely naked, her pale fair skin glistens with sweat on the candlelight, her eyes lidded with desire as she's attacked by the Warlock's skilled hands and mouth. They are both lying on the impossible soft bed, with Adara in the Warlock's muscular arms. She's on her back, lying on his left arm.
Her smaller form is being held close to his much bigger, muscular, and stronger body. He holds her close by the waist with his left hand like a big stuffed toy, his lips wrapped around her right nipple, her bouncy breasts stretching outward slightly as he pulls back a little with each suckle. His other hand is already between her legs and gently rubbing her delicate untouched slit.
She can only blearily see the ceiling of the room as her body moves completely on impulse, her dainty hands grasping Kastor's dark hair, her back arching towards his lips, and her hips undulating against his warm palm. Her wings buzz quickly in excitement.
His fingers continue to prod her lips, teasing the outside and letting the wetness coat his fingertips. He hums against her breast and lets her nipple go, a popping sound accompanying it.
"You know," Kastor whispers, his breath blowing against her sensitive skin. "Your reactions are absolutely adorable."
"N-Nooo~! I'm Nnnaahhhhhtt~."
His fingers gently rub small circles on her slit and periodically tap her clit with feather-light gentleness. Her inexperienced body reacts strongly to his touches, no matter how hard she tries to resist her reactions bleed out of her in the most erotic way possible, dancing to the Warlock's tune.
"So cute." Kastor ignores her and plants a kiss on her nipple, then he gently moves her small body up towards his face.
She blearily looks into the man's handsome face and she blushes even deeper.
This was not how she thought this deal will go. She thought she would have to lay back and let some gross old man have his way with her body.
Instead, this incredible hot stud is worshiping her. Making her feel small in the best of ways, his warmth enveloping her and making her feel safe and secure.
"N-Not fair~."
"My dear," Kastor's left-hand lets go of her waist and travels all the way up to the back of her head, his fingers gently locking around her short hair. "I never play fair."
Then he gently moves her head closer to his and lips meet, at the same time one finger goes inside her incredibly wet treasure.
"Mmmmhhhhh~."
She shudders hard.
From head to toe, it travels, the climax hitting her harder than any spell known in the world. Her hands wildly grab the man's head, trying to taste more of his delicious lips. Her hips buck repeatedly toward his thrusting finger, juices dripping down as Kastor tries to extend her pleasure even more.
Kastor then separates from her, and immediately she tries to ineffectual reach for him, trying to pull him back and experience more of that bliss.
Her mind is foggy and unfocused, she's completely forgotten why she's here. Like a spell, her mind is woven by her first intense orgasm, imprinting that feeling with the handsome man making her feel this way.
"No… Please, I need… I need more…"
Kastor chuckles at her glazed gaze, he merely repositions himself on the bed, Adara's eyes following him the whole way.
He grabs both of her legs and spreads them wide, exposing her smooth and desperate pussy. He kneels between her legs and grabs her by the waist, and with barely any effort, picks up the short woman.
Adara's dazed mind barely processes any of this, but her arms immediately do attempt to wrap around the taller man. Then she feels something long rub against her slit, causing her to moan again and look down at what caused her pleasure.
Some little bit of lucidity returns to her as she takes in the sheer size of the c-c-cock between her legs.
Long, thick, and twitching with pent-up need. It is arousing as it is intimidating. She's nearly sitting on his thighs as he holds her, his length standing proud just in front of her tummy. The tip reaches above her belly button, showing just how deep it will go inside her short stack form.
It's… pretty scary to think about.
"U-um, isn't that t-too big?" Her voice is high in tone, fear, and excitement. Just imagining this monster entering her is filling her head with mixed feelings.
Kastor's answer was to simply whisper something unintelligible to her ears and a magical symbol suddenly appeared in front of her navel.
She could tell that the spell isn't malicious in any way, but she can't even guess what it does.
Thankfully, that mystery gets answered pretty quickly.
Kastor lifts her body up until the tip of his monster is aimed right at her small, virgin pussy.
In a panic her arms shoot to his shoulder and her legs go stiff.
"W-WAI-"
Kastor mercilessly drops her on his dick-
White.
The whole world turns white.
She's floating in an empty blank space in peace, and for just a moment, she feels nothing.
And then she comes back and she explodes.
Pure bliss assaults her very soul, her ears rang and she couldn't even hear her own loud hoarse cry. The cry wasn't of pain, whatever the spell Kastor cast, it removed all the pain from her first time. His cock goes deeper than it normally should, deeper than mortally possible.
Her arms and legs squeeze around Kastor as tightly as possible in a mad attempt to center herself to the mortal plane. Every part of her body is shaking out of her control.
Everything just feels so good…
Kastor doesn't even pause.
He just lifts her again, his dick stretching her walls to an impossible degree. The mere friction of it inside causes her to cry out and throw her head back as another orgasm strikes.
And Kastor truly starts to use the Sprite.
Pastor fucks the short stack as hard as he can slam her down, using her as a mere fleshlight rather than a person. Grunts of pleasure escape his lips as the tightest pussy he's ever fucked constantly squeezes even tighter after every thrust.
Meanwhile, Adara just lost herself. Her sense of mind, body, and soul all float in a void of never-ending bliss.
Her breasts bob up and down as he bounces on her prick and her eyes go white as they roll up in their sockets. Drool escapes her agape mouth and her tongue wags uncontrollably.
"A-A-AhHHhh! Ah! HAH! FAAH! NAAHH!"
Nonsense spews from her lips as she continually cums on his cock, juices still from her like a faucet as ecstasy impossible is given to her by the wonderful perfect man of her dreams.
This couldn't possibly get any better.
Then he cums inside her without warning.
And she's out.
She doesn't even scream or cry. She merely chokes on her pleasure and a blissful smile enters her lips. Her entire body shudders in ecstasy as he finishes using her for the first time of the night.
Kastor pants as a tiny bit of fatigue enters him as the work of bouncing the Sprite took up quite a bit of energy.
He leans back to get a good look at her and smirks at what he sees.
Adara is completely limp in his grasp. Her eyes are rolled up and her tongue hangs out. Her chest rises and falls quickly as she pants instinctively, her bountiful breasts jiggling enticingly. A sheen of sweat all over her body causes it to almost glow in the candlelight of the nearly dim room.
Her upper body is hanging off his hands and her head is almost touching the bed. It truly feels like he's just holding a sexy Fleshlight in his hands.
But she's still there, too weak and buzzed to pay attention, but there. His spell makes sure that her mind is intact as well as strengthening her body so it doesn't break.
Kastor then says. "Oh if your race can see you now. Don't worry, you don't have to move. I can use you just fine like this."
Her answers are nothing but gurgles to that.
As he begins thrusting again and her body once again locks up in pleasure, a distant part of her mind thinks that maybe she's the one enjoying the deal more.
What do you call an ant that died?
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