#a twisted tale (nsft snippet)

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Sinful Gifs 2C for Glynda from Jaune. The powerful Archmage needed help with a certain magical ritual and Jaune certainly had the right tool to assist her.

Sinful Gifs: 2C

“Lady Goodwitch~ Ah~ is something~ is something supposed to be happening~?”

Jaune groaned as he rocked his hips up into those of the gorgeous blonde riding him—every motion she made was like heaven to the young Paladin, so he really didn’t know why he was trying to argue with her. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

He was answered by a lustful moan from above, and the sight of the gorgeous arcanist rolling her head back over her shoulder to look down at him. “These magics are strange and unique, Jaune~ we must be patient with them, and hold nothing back as we seek to harness them~”

Before he could reply, the arcanist’s hips rocked harder down into his, forcing his cock even deeper into her, and making the knight let out a lustful groan of his own. “And I sense that you are holding back quite a bit~ that will not do~” Her eyes narrowed, and she leaned back against his chest. “Give me your all~”

“Fuck~” the paladin muttered, and his hips instinctively bucked up into hers. With a groan, he leaned back into her, his hands slowly dragging up her curvaceous form to start greedily and wantonly fondling her chest. “Apologies, Lady Goodwitch~ I-I’ll do as you wish~!”

“That’s it~” she moaned, and leaned back to press her lips to kiss, moaning with desire as she bucked and slammed her hips down into his, forcing his cock deeper into her. Her hand rose to rise behind his head and tangle in his hair, the kiss growing more passionate and aggressive. “Give it to me~ give me your all~”

And he did, much to her delight—and though the ritual circle never activated, the arch mate got exactly what she’d been hoping for.

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Made for sex 1B: He didn't care mow much she screamed for help. There was no way the half-dragon warlord was going to stop fucking Yang. Especially when Blake was watching.

Made for Sex: 1B

“Come now, little barbarian~ is this the best you can do~?!”

Yang arched and writhed with every harsh smack of hips against hers—her hands reaching out and clawing at the floor under her for some kind of handhold to steady herself against the thunderous thrusts. It was so rough, so ruthless, and she could feel herself coming undone with every harsh smack.

Groaning, she shifted to stare up at the half-dragon looming over her, his wicked visage making her shiver. “All that bravado, but the moment you feel a real dick inside of you, you’re nothing but a little whore~!” he snarled, and slapped her fat, bouncing tits, making Yang cry out again.

“F-fuck~!! B-bastard~!!” she cried out, but it was the most she could do—her body felt so heavy and sluggish from his assaults, the bright crimson of her eyes dulling into a soft erotic pink as her hips gyrated into his thrusts. A sensation the half-dragon was all too aware of.

“Ha~!! Look at you—you’re not even trying to fight this~!!” he growled, gripping her hair firmly and jerking her up. “I can only wonder what your darling girlfriend must think of you~”

Yang moaned as he tugged on her hair—unable to hold it back, dammit but being tugged on her hair was just such a turn-on for her! Moaning, she turned her gaze to the other cage in the room, staring right at Blake inside—chained up and staring at her beloved partner and lover in absolute shock.

Shock, and arousal, she noted.

Yang jerked with another hard thrust, before arching her back with a moan—climaxing wildly from the half-dragon’s assault—her mind going totally blank from the pleasure. Probably for the best, too, as he was far from done with her or her girlfriend, and she’d handle it better if she was nothing but his bimbo fuckdoll eagerly taking his cock.

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Crazy Lust 4B: Keyleth had been in dire need of a vacation for years now, and a trip to Dalen’s Closet was just what the Tempest needed. Especially with so many kind strangers around all too eager to help her forget her troubles…

The moment she saw the two approaching her, she knew she was in for quite the day. She'd come to this stretch of beach, not just to escape her problems and concerns, but to reminisce on a life that once was. Perhaps such thoughts had left the Ashari woman looking lonely, and they sought to comfort her—perhaps they recognized her need to relax and knew they could offer her some respite...

Or, perhaps they saw a busty redhead all by herself and decided to take advantage of the opportunity presented to them.

If she weren't already so much out of her right mind at the moment, she'd be leaning hard on that third assumption. As it was, though, the archdruid could barely do more than moan and hum in delight as the massive throbbing orc cock shoved roughly down her throat—to say nothing of rousing enough sense in her mind to realize this was a bad idea and that she should make them both stop.

"Goddamn, this bitch is the best one yet~!" the orc bellowed out with a laugh, the steady smack of his hips down into her face accenting his laughter. His hands rested on her curled headdress, gripping the antlers firmly as handholds as he fucked her face with more wanton pleasure. "Fuck~! It's like she was made for this~!"

"Of course she was~" his companion chuckled, and Keyleth moaned as she felt warm hands press against her upturned thighs, her hands eagerly holding her legs down in a deep mating press as the fire genasi's smoldering shaft sank into her ass—beneath the orc, her eyes rolled back as she felt pleasure explode through her body. "Ashari women are total sluts—she was made to be a whore~"

Keyleth couldn't argue, moaning desperately as the two continued to have their ways with her. She should tell them to stop—wild shape and escape, do something—but the more the two thrust into her, the more the leader of the Ashari moaned, her mind blanketed more and more with heavy lust, drool spilling out around the cock she choked on as she climaxed again and again from their ruthless assault.

She couldn't even offer the least bit of resistance as they dumped their loads into her, then scooped her off the sand and carried her away—back to their hotel, to enjoy her for the rest of their long vacation.

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Ruby attempts to get a werewolf as her animal/beast companion. She quickly finds herself face down and ass up ... and also can't remember her name.

It was fair to say that Ruby was perhaps a bit too ambitious for her own good. Her dreams of following in her mother’s footsteps as a skilled ranger were nothing to scoff at, of course, but she did tend to rush into things a bit too reckless and headstrong. And when she set her mind to something, it was hard to stop.

As she felt the werewolf’s cock ram hard into her folds, though, she realized that perhaps, for once, she’d bitten off more than she could chew.

Not that the werewolf seemed to care, or that the realization did her much good—nothing she could or would do would get the beast off her as it held her forcibly down, snarling down into her ear as his massive cock bludgeoned her womb over and over again. The heavy slap of his knot on her folds echoing through her body into her mind.

It was so much~ she groaned, arching into the ground, her hands desperately clawing at the grass under her. It was too much, and if she didn’t get the beast to stop, she knew she wouldn’t last much longer. Already, as the panting gasps and cries shifted into moans of pleasure, she knew that she was losing herself. If she could just—

A large clawed hand suddenly gripped her firmly by the back of her head and roughly shoved her face into the grass—she gasped, then screamed as she felt the knot shove past her folds and lock the werewolf tight into her. The beast threw his head back with a howl, and her whole body shook as she felt the massive rod splitting her wide began to pulse, throb, then erupt.

The werewolf snarled, bucking his hips roughly down into the helpless bitch beneath him, more and more of his potent seed filling her. When he finally finished, the hand on her head gripped her firmly by the hair and tilted her back to him. Through the bestial snout, a smirk grew as he saw the lewd, empty, mindless eyes stare back at him, as his prey had lost her mind with his first release.

Chuckling, the beast lifted her off the forest floor, bouncing her steadily on his cock as he walked deeper into the trees—back to his den, and her new home.

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Let's go to the Beach! 6D for Winter Schnee: Jaune had opted to head to the pool for a midnight swim more to help clear his head from the last job he'd taken. He was surprised to see that Winter had the same idea, and even more surprised when he had suggested a different way to blow off steam than just swimming.

Let's Go to the Beach! Beach!: 6D

The moment he heard her accept, he felt as if he was stepping into a dream—one he'd had quite a few times over the years, ever since his bardic companion had introduced him to her older sister. It felt unreal—each step he took wading into the spring feeling sluggish, disconnected—as if he would blink and wake up back in his tent with the rest of Crimson Vanguard.

It wasn't until his arms wrapped around the curvaceous paladin's figure and pulled her close that he accepted that this was real, this was happening...and there was no one around to stop them.

"Yes, Jaune~" Winter's lips parted in a deep, passionate sigh as his cock sank into her folds—an arm rising up to wrap around his shoulders and pull him close as she rested her other on the edge of the spring. She moaned as she felt the firm smack of his hips against her, the water of the spring splashing up loudly around them as he plowed away. "Yes~ more~ give me more~"

Her fellow paladin could only groan with want and desire of his own, his hips bucking roughly into hers. The moment he knew this was real, all caution had been thrown out the window, and he'd been all too eager to show his long-time crush just how skilled a lover he could be, his cock plunging hard and deep into her folds, grinding against the back of her womb in a way that made her catch her breath and jerk in his arms with pure ecstasy.

"We've got all night, Winter~" he murmured, and he leaned close enough to catch her lips—a panting groan of desire escaping him as she responded by eagerly thrusting her tongue into his mouth for a taste, then pulling back with a passionate groan. "I'm not stopping until I give you everything~"

"As you~ should, ohhhh~" the gorgeous half-elf moaned in reply, her whole body shuddering as she tumbled over a crashing release. Her arm around his shoulders clung even tighter to him, pulling her closer, and letting her catch his lips again in another deep, passionate, intimate kiss—their lips muffling her desperate, wanton moans of ecstasy as she felt the blonde's ruthless cock ramming even harder into her.

Gods, they'd both needed this~

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More the Merrier 1C, Orthax Percy,×Pike× Corrupted Vex

How had it come to this ? Pikes mind was a haze as she tried to recall the circumstances.

After dealing with the Briarwoods the Cleric had been concerned about the black smoke she saw faintly emanating from her two friend. Maybe she was the only one who could see it as the rest of Vox machina didn't comment. It didn't leave them after a few days and her worries grew, she knew that Vex now spent her nights with Pecy so if she went there there was a good chance she could talk to them both.

Knocking on the door to his chambers Pike called out for her friends. Saying how she wanted to talk, how she was worried and wanted to help them. To her shock Vexhalia opened the door naked, saying how they could use her help and then --

The More the Merrier: 1C

—pleasure. Pure, absolute pleasure wracked the poor, helpless gnomish girl's body. It was so much more than anything that she'd experienced before, and she felt herself moan in utter desperation—a moan that was quickly muffled by Vex's elegant fingers weaving through her hair and shoving her face firmly down between her legs.

"That's it, dear, just give in~" the half-elf purred, her voice, sounding somewhat twisted as her now black-sclera-golden-iris eyes stared down at the curvaceous cutie. "I always did think you'd make such a good little pet, Pike~"

"Absolutely perfect~" Percy's voice seemed to echo, though his was significantly more warped and drenched in darkness. His hands rested on the soft curve of Pike's ass, thumbs squeezing and massaging the plump peach as his cock steadily and roughly thrust down into her. "It's like you were made for me, Pike~ made to be my good little slut~"

Pike moaned again as she heard those words, and despite knowing just how wrong it was, she couldn't help but buck her hips back into his thrusts. In the back of her mind, she knew that this wasn't Percy—not her Percy, but someone else who had taken his place—and the dark and degrading way he spoke of and to her only confirmed it. She should be doing something about this—she was a cleric, for Sarenrae's sake!

She should...and yet, the degrading tone was just so hot~

Without even thinking, her hand moved down to start pumping her fingers into her folds, guiding herself closer to her release—and with that act, she felt the black smoke she'd seen drifting off her companions now start to enshroud her as well. A feeling that made her moan even louder, and buck her hips as she climaxed hard around Percy's pummeling thrusts.

Black-sclera-golden-irises tilting up in her head, and matching the identical gazes of the duo smirking down at her.

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Bad ending: Vex and Keyleth entered the castle of Vampire King Desmond Caine. Hoping to end the vampiric scourge, and hopefully loot the place. Unfortunately, they got careless and wandered into the werewolf pit ... and all of them are in heat, and ready to breed the poor Elven women.

“Oh shit…I think we went the wrong way!”

Those were the only words Keyleth was able cry out before one of the massive snarling werewolves suddenly lunged out at her—and she, still stunned and unprepared for the massive beast’s appearance, let herself be tackled to the floor with a sudden cry.

“Kiki! Shit, h-hang on!” Vex cried out, but before she could try anything that might’ve let her help her friend, she felt herself be knocked hard into the pit’s wall by another of the massive canine beasts, her body shuddering as she felt it’s hot breath on her neck…and then something large prod at her ass.

Keyleth felt it too, pinned as she was to the ground, and she gasped. “V-Vex—I-is that—“

“I-I think so,” Vex murmured, for a moment sounding just as concerned as her companion. As a ranger, she had expertise in knowing about monsters—how to kill them, how to track them, and what their mannerisms were—and she knew well the stories of what happened to women who stumbled upon beasts like these.

Any hope that she might be wrong, though, was dispelled as she felt the prodding at her ass grow harder, until she heard the ripping of fabric as her pants were torn open—and all at once she felt the rough slam of a massive knotted cock plowing into her tight, hot ass. The ranger jerked and threw her head back in a scream—one quickly muffled by the werewolf’s snout enveloping her in a deep passionate kiss.

“V-Vex~!!” Keyleth screamed for her friend, but it was quickly broken by a scream of pleasure as she felt the same—moaning as the massive cock slammed into her folds and began to roughly rape the helpless druid into the soft ground beneath her. She was helpless to stop the beast as it ripped her robes from her body, her figure bare before it as it loomed over her, plowing down with a lustful, wild fervor.

And as the two elven women cried helpless and hopeless against the savage and lustful assault, they were still all too aware of the aroused growls around them, and the steady shifting of paws across the ground as more of the pack drew closer. It was becoming very clear, very quickly, that they were going to be stuck here with these beasts for a very, very long time.

Vex’s only hope as her body shook with pleasure was that her brother would find them before it was too late, and they both became the pack’s loyal breeding bitches.

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Overwhelmed 7C: Exhausted from her life of crime, Neo decides to take an extended vacation on the coast. Perhaps a nice resort town with in-suite spa services? Especially one with very thorough masseuses~

Neo couldn't help the look of excitement that flashed across her face as she saw the masseuses she'd requested—a pair of towering goliath men, both at least seven feet tall and sculpted from head to toe with powerful, cut and polished muscles. With her in her halfling form she took, there was no doubt in her mind the two men could do utterly unspeakable things to her, and she'd be helpless to stop them.

It turned the tiny criminal on so goddamn much.

"Hello ma'am, were you the one to request the massage?" one of the goliaths—sporting a thick and luxurious beard—asked with a curious tone, eyeing the short figure cautiously. While ordering two masseuses at once was not unusual, it certainly was...confusing to be met by someone who was well past both their heights.

Neo simply nodded with a smirk, immediately slipping out of the lounge robe she'd been wearing, displaying her curvaceous form to both goliath men—and grinning wider as she saw the simple loincloths they both wore shift and stir in response. Short though she was, she was far from lacking in any of her features in this form. With a wicked grin, she walked backwards towards the bed, crooking a finger at them to come in.

The two half-giant men shared a curious glance again, before closing and locking the door behind them and slowly approaching, watching her sinful form as she slid onto the center of the bed. "Are you sure, ma'am~?" the second goliath asked—and though his tone was concerned, it was clear he was growing more interested in her made-for-sex figure with every passing second. "It might be a bit...much~"

The changeling's response was to merely lick her lips with delight, reaching under both their loincloths to stroke their shafts directly. Oh trust me, she seemed to say, I can handle it~

And that was all the permission the two needed.

Any hesitation from before went up in smoke, and the halfling-shaped changeling let out a shrill squeal of delight as she felt herself scooped up and sandwiched between the two hulking studs. She let out a sharp gasp, feeling their massive cocks slam rough and deep into her folds and ass, her body shifting subconsciously to handle them both at once, and she shuddered as they began their ruthless and relentless assault, head rolling back with desperate, silent moans.

All the while, a lewd smile spread more and more across her shameless, slutty face.

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Long rest snippet: let's go to the beach gif 6B. Lucy made the mistake of getting a bit drunk and going with the first couple of guys who hit on her. The rest is history as they say.

Let's Go to the Beach! Beach!: 6B

Where were they taking her? The question had brushed across Lucy's mind more than a couple of times since leaving the beach bar where she'd met the two—but between her own drunkenness and an eager promise of some fun to come, she hadn't let the thought linger long. She was far more preoccupied with stealing kisses, giggling as they stripped her down, helped her onto their ship, and shoved off of port.

It wasn't until hours later that the question really sank in, and she started to realize what a mistake she'd made.

"Mmm~! Mmm-mmmph~!" she moaned, muffled by the large throbbing cock now shoving down her throat. Of course, even as the realization set in, she was helpless to do anything about it, as her meek mocha-brown gaze lifted to the swarthy sailor before her, his thick shaft spreading her lips wide around him as he thrust back and forth down her throat. His hand tangled in her hair at the back of her head and shoving her down, making her moan sharply again.

"Fuck~ this bitch was made for sucking cock~" the sailor groaned out, and he smirked down at her with a salacious grin—one that sent a shiver running down her spine. "Such a shame we can't keep her~"

"With the money she'll sell for, though, I'm sure we'll get plenty of whores just as good as her~" a second voice called out—along with a firm smack of flesh on flesh, and Lucy moaned sharper as she felt hips smack against hers, the feeling of another thick, throbbing cock plunging into her, plowing into her folds from behind. Rough hands around her waist, holding her steady as he thrust. "Though, at least we still get to have some fun with her, first~"

"True, true~ with a body like hers, even as 'used goods' she'll run for at least double the usual crowd~" the first man jeered, and he roughly shoved Lucy down to the base of his cock, grinning wickedly as he felt her splutter and gag around him.

Between them, the helpless aasimar girl could only moan and shudder, tears rolling down her cheeks as she realized at last where they were going—and where she would never come back from...

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from @heroes-den Made for Sex 4D for Yang: It was foolish for the blonde fighter to challenge Hex to a one on one fight. Now he was giving her a whole new different kind of pounding. One she'd never forget, if there was anything left in that pretty blonde head of hers when he was finished with her.

Made for Sex: 4D

If there was one saving grace for her in this moment, it was the fact that Hex was a decent enough man that he had taken his conquest to his room in the inn, rather than claiming her down in the middle of the tavern's fighting ring for all the rest of the patrons to observe. At least he had done her that one, small kindness in letting her keep some pride, however feeble it now was.

Even with the change of venue and the doors and windows shut, though, Yang wouldn't be surprised if those same patrons could very well hear that pride of hers crumbling away into dust with every rough, hard thrust of the tiefling's hips. Her body arched on the bed he'd laid her on, head rolling back as far as it could on the soft satin sheets—before a firm hand wrapped around her neck, coaxing a sharp gasp from her lips.

"Tapping out already, Blondie~?" the handsome tiefling teased with an almost playful grin, and the hand around her neck squeezed just a bit as he held her firmly down. "Don't tell me this is too much for you~"

Yang tried to shoot back a snarky, teasing comment in reply, but the words were failing her—every smack of his hips into hers coaxed another panting moan to rise from her lips, and her lavender-turning-pink eyes began to roll back in her head as she shuddered with every thrust. As much as she didn't want to admit it, this was too much for her—he was too much for her, and she was regretting her challenge to a spar with every lustful moan that fell, unbidden and unwanted, from her lips.

His hand around her neck squeezed again, and another moan fell from her lips—her folds gripping him tighter, hips rising and bucking up into his almost savage thrusts. Yes, it was too much—he knew just how to turn a sexy sub like her into his slut, and it was working so well. Her mind was slowing with every hard thrust—the fog of lust and pleasure rolling over her, and she helpless to stop him. Her lips parted in another sharp gasp, and she tried to rouse herself one last time.

But all that Hex heard was a lustful, passionate, and desperate, "More~"

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Made for sex 4D: Hermione found the Minotaur at the center of the maze. The only thing is, her friends are in a completely different section of said maze, and won't get to her in time.

Made for Sex: 4D

She had just about enough time to mutter out a despondent “oh no” before she felt the massive hulking beast slam into her and throw her across the room. Utterly dazed, Hermione felt her spell components slip from her hands and scatter across the floor, leaving her utterly helpless as the looming Minotaur bounded towards her.

Gritting her teeth, she tried to crawl away, but immediately felt the beast’s hand grip her by the back of her head and shove her into the floor. As she gasped from the pain, she let out a cry as her clothes were ripped from her frame, leaving her surprisingly curvaceous form on full display. She shuddered, and trembled as she felt a rough hand grope, then smack her ass.

“So soft, and pillowy~” a deep voice resonated over her, and she shuddered as it growled into her ear. “You’ll make a good little cow~”

As soon as she heard that, Hermione gasped as she was flipped over onto her back. Her eyes widened as she saw the Minotaur grinning over her—then her jaw dropped as she saw the massive slab of bovine cockmeat swinging between the beast’s legs. “N-no no no, please don’t—“ she tried to cry out, before a large hand wrapped around her neck.

“Shut up~ the only sounds you make from now on are moans and moos, little cow~” the beast snarled, and with a sudden buck of his hips forward, he slammed the enormous fuckrod hard and deep into her folds.

And immediately, Hermione screamed—her body arched off the ground, hands pressing into the solid stone beneath her as she felt the enormous cock rip deep into her folds, past her cervix into her womb. In one thrust, he’d fully claimed her—and as he began to move, she began to scream again, and again, her body writhing as she was brutally, forcefully taken.

All while tears rolled down her cheeks, knowing full well there would be no escape.

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More the merrier 4C: It looks as though Yang is soon going to be joining Ruby in that den of horny werewolves.

More the Merrier: 4C

Of course Yang had to follow Ruby—as talented as her sister was, she did have a habit of getting herself into danger, and as her older sister it was her duty to help pull her out. The decision to hunt down and tame a werewolf had certainly been surprising—especially since that was still just a guy—but she assumed she wouldn’t have to do much to keep her safe.

Breaking into a werewolf den, surprisingly enough, hadn’t been planned.

Nor had she intended to get caught, but as she felt the large werewolf cock shove roughly down her throat, she realized that she really didn’t have a say in the matter. They’d been onto her from the start, and the pack that descended on her, stripped her down, and then surrounded her with cocks throbbing for attention were very clear they had no intention of letting either of them go.

Yang groaned into the cock thrusting down her throat, but her resistance could only take so much—and with all the musky wolf cocks surrounding her, the blonde brawler’s mind was swimming with desire. She wasn’t sure when she’d started stroking the others off so eagerly—when she’d started twerking for the ones plowing into her ass and folds—when she’d let them bite and suck at her breasts so ravenously.

All she knew was that she was coated head to toe in thick hot werewolf cum, stuffed in every whole the beasts could fuck, and silently begging and pleading for more.

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Sinful, 5E + Bad End: The guild quest had been a setup from the beginning. A trap to lure Yang into Tyrus' claws. Let's see if the golden brawler can escape. Or if she ends up completely conquered.

Sinful: 5E

The moment she’d started entering the castle, she knew it was a trap. No warlord, no matter how cocky or confident, would leave himself so unguarded and unwatched. He wanted her to reach him, to stare him in the face, to meet him as equals. Despite the obvious red flags, though, Yang did not hesitate, eager to make him regret his every ambition.

If only it had gone that way.

“OhhhhfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK~!!” Yang swore gritting her teeth as she tried with all her strength to pull away from her assailant—a difficult task with her arms bound behind her and her legs held spread. Really, all she could do was arch her back, which only ended with her leaning back against the man ramming into her folds.

“Don’t stop yet, Blondie, you’re almost there~” Tyrus, the half-dragon chuckled darkly, mocking her as he bucked roughly up into her womb. His voice growled in her ear, and he bucked harder again. “Besides, you writhing to escape feels so good around me~”

Yang blushed at his lustful and lewd tone and attempted again to wriggle free, only to let out a sharp gasp as she felt his cock slam hard into the tender spot of her walls, her whole body jerking and spasming as she almost came. She shuddered again, even worse, as she felt the grin spread across the man behind her.

“Well now~ feels like we’re getting close~” he chuckled into her ear.

Before she could deny, she felt his hips smack harder into the soft curve of her ass, and she groaned out desperately, head rolling back as she began to moan in earnest as every thrust hit that sweet and tender spot to make her go wild. Her eyes rolling back as she knew, in her heart, there would be no escaping this.

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Tavern Special 1 4F: Weiss Schnee eagerly serving her friend Blake's Daddy

Tavern Specials v1: 4F

This was wrong, and she knew it.

Not only was she his daughter’s friend and adventuring companion, but she was a guest in his home. It was unbecoming of her as a lady to take advantage of her position as his guest and flirt or tease him through the night. She was better than that—her parents had raised her to be better than that—and what would her companion think?

It was all so wrong…and yet Weiss couldn’t help herself as she dropped to her knees in Ghira’s study, her tongue eagerly rolling out to drag up and down the massive cock presented before her. Her eyes gleamed with lustful desire, humming softly as she worked back and forth, ensuring every inch of his shaft was served.

“You certainly have your uses, Miss Schnee~” the handsome panther faunus purred with a deep growl, his hand dropping to run through her velvety soft locks and guide her to the tip. “Uses perhaps better put to work here than out on the road~”

Weiss hummed at his suggestion, but made no audible reply—unable as the massive cock began to push its way down her throat. Yet, the former heiress turned adventurer eagerly nodded in reply, her throat humming around his shaft as she bobbed to take more of his massive throbbing length down into her, desperate to feel all of him inside her.

The older man chuckled at her eagerness, and his hands gripped her ponytail firmly. “Then it’s decided~ we’ll make up some excuse for my daughter on why you can’t leave~ and you’ll stay right here where you belong~”

The faunus then let out a deep growl of dark pleasure as he shoved the young heiress down to the base of his cock—Weiss’ moans jolting louder as she jerked and bucked and shuddered around his massive cock. Her body spasmed, and she felt herself cum suddenly from his forceful claiming of her throat—not the last forceful claiming he’d do this night.

This was all so wrong, and she loved it so much~

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Made for Sex 3E: Yang should have known better than to bet her body on a drinking contest. Now the only drinks she'll be having for the rest of the night is load after load of cum~

Made for Sex: 3E

In hindsight, perhaps it wasn't the best idea to get into a drinking contest with a goliath barbarian nearly twice her size that was named after an alcoholic drink. As fun as the challenge might've been, it only took a few rounds before Yang started to feel the room spin around her, her body sluggish as she swayed on her seat, and her rival polished off his tankard with barely a flinch and a wide grin.

"So much for your bold claim of drinking me under the table, blondie~" the goliath barked out in a laugh, reaching over to swipe her unfinished tankard.

Yang groaned as she blinked through the hazy fog that had settled on her mind, her hands dropping to grip the edge of the table to keep herself from falling off her seat. She struggled to right herself again, but just as she was starting to clear her head, she felt a firm hand clap onto her shoulder, and suddenly she was shoved off of her stool and onto the sticky tavern floor, kneeling right before her rival.

"Well, to the victor goes the spoils~" the goliath chuckled, and he reached down to grip her firmly by her long blonde mane, making the drunk blonde groan in protest. "Don't worry, I'll give you another chance to keep your word, bitch~"

With that, Yang felt the heavy slap of something massive across her face—her eyes crossed as she collected herself and stared up at the massive throbbing cock now laid against her. She groaned, attempted to mutter some word of protest—it was too big, there was no way that she could—

But the words never came, as the goliath roughly shoved the head of his cock past her lips, silencing any cry she might've made as he began to roughly and brutally fuck her throat. The blonde bimbo kneeling before him let out a muffled moan of protest again, but her drunken state left her helpless—without thinking, she began to moan and gag around him, helplessly sucking and slurping on his massive throbbing dick.

The goliath grinned as he watched her work, lifting her tankard to finish it off as he let his new personal cocksleeve learn her place.

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Some like it rough, pt 2 4D

Orihime, despite presenting herself as kind and soft, secretly craved when men used her as a toy, like a slut. And when she brought home a goliath lover that night, she got exactly what she wanted.

Some Like it Rough v2: 4D

"Fuck yes~! Harder, baby—oh, fuck, smack me 'til I bruise~!"

It was strange hearing such debaucherous and degrading language falling from the face of someone so kind and innocent, but if there was one thing Tormund had learned over the course of the evening, it was that looks could be deceiving—and Orihime Inoue's sweet, soft, angelic appearance hid so much depravity, he was stunned she was still an active cleric. Apparently the gods were more forgiving these days.

The goliath warrior grinned down at his gorgeous new fuckdoll, a hand large enough to dwarf a catcher's mitt smacking her hard across the face—immediately coaxing a desperate moan from Orihime's lips. "Is that what you want, slut~?" he growled down at her, the hand dropping to wrap around her slender neck and squeeze, clenching down hard to choke her out.

Immediately, Orihime's body arched under him, her lips parting in a sharp, desperate cry. "FUCK YESS~!!" she moaned out, and she gasped as her gaze locked on his—bright lust glowing in her amber eyes as her body bounced on the bed with his thrusts. "Oh fuck, baby, yes~! Mmm, break me, break my slutty body with your big, strong hands and your fat, throbbing dick~!! OH FUCK, DON'T STOP~!!"

The desperation in her cries made the goliath groan with wanton desire—no, there was no doubt in his mind now, there was no way Tormund was leaving this town without the slutty healer in tow. He growled down at her, his other hand rising to smack across her fat, bouncing breasts, before wrapping around her neck as well and holding her down as his hips slammed roughly into hers, the bed under them groaning in protest.

"When I'm through with you, bitch~ you won't be able to think of anything but fucking yourself on that fat, throbbing dick~!" he snarled down to her, roaring as he slammed his lips to hers and buried himself balls deep into her guts.

The cleric under him shuddered and moaned, her arms immediately rising to wrap around his shoulders and hold him close. Her own holy wardings protected her from the potent half-giant seed that spilled into her womb, but that was fine—she had no doubt Tormund would wear them out before the night was through, and she'd be fully knocked up as he carried her away in the early morning light—happily taken away by the first man to truly satisfy her.