Fantasy RP A Highborn's Little Distractions (Lord Sesshoumaru)

[Knight_of_None]

As he wailtched her tension rising, her impulses to be treated like an Oni wife/spoil of war making her slit flow its nectar more and more, he wsnapper the whip, the arcane lash twisting and bending impossibly around her body to wrap the binding around her male parts, constricting around her base and her ball tightly, strangling her male half as he stepped up. He grabbed her by her horns, driving her forward, pushing her face onto the dirt as she felt her new mates spear started to drive into her womanhood, intent on trying to fuck her into submission as he has to other, less Stamina filled Raves. But in the end, she would get her fill, perhaps even feel sweet bruises on her body abd know that she has found a worthy male...for an elf, to make her feel the new, sweet submissive feelings of being beaten and milking her new chiefs balls like a proper bride. Even if she was to be last in the lot, she would likely get her new Beau to make up for any Goblin distractions by rewarding her with his attention.

 

[Lord Sesshoumaru]

Finally inching ever closer to sating this behemoth of a wild femme fatale, Ailmon would have subdued one hell of a loyal guard, and fuck toy for himself with this beast. however little did the elf realize the level of drama it would bring to him. for now the fact his own pleasure was being over whelmed. her depths more dangerous in a lewd manor then any he had enjoyed thus far.

however now images would pop in his mind, of tiny goblin size oni girls, after all she had tried to breed a few of his goblins prior to him arriving, or perhaps he could punish her later, by letting the fem boys have a round with his supervision of course. however for now his hands were full, and his cocked devoured for all it was physically worth.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Ailmon shook away the mental image of Oni women that were in the coveted fun sized package of Goblins. Particularly because he wasn't sure if he would ever get himself out of his own bed if one ever existed. With the Oni already trying to milk him like she wanted nothing but a whole host of half elf babies, he feared what his Goblin boys would suffer if they tried to get inside her holes. Ofcourse he had little clue of what the Obi would do to please her chieftain, even less what she would happily watch him do. Ailmon theusted himself forward, using her horns as leverage to ram himself inside of Whore, forced himself to spread her hungering muscle, the coils so ready that even with how powerful she tightened, her wetness felt him slide deep as he bottomed out against hee bedside. She felt him scrape against her womb, a slight push to make his tip press up and be formed in her be)ly. His hips clashed and pounded, forcing her dense muscle to jiggle and bounce under the Elf's fighting spirt.