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I made it all as one big story, so these 'chapters' aren't gonna be too cleanly cut apart, but this way I figure people would find it easier to enjoy whichever individual part takes their fancy the most. :3 \n\nAnyway, this is my half of a story trade with one of my oldest and best RP friends; a big sexy dungeon crawling adventure featuring Nina, Geecku, Rachael and their fearless (or foolhardy) leader Mora. Expect many kinks to be hit and lots of corrupting pleasure to be had. \n\nThis first chapter features Nina as a proud and stunning, if a bit pompous, mage, coming up against a foe with a very unconventional way of defeating its' prey. \n\nEnjoy! I plan to upload the other chapters over the next few days! \n\nEDIT - changed filetype to RTF to ease downloading, PM/comment if it doesn't work.\n\nMora, Geecku, Rachael and Nina originate in the Las Lindas comics, and belong to Chalo. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "The first chapter of a big undertaking of mine that's taken some time coming, but was super fun to put my all into! I made it all as one big story, so these 'chapters' aren't gonna be too cleanly cut apart, but this way I figure people would find it easier to enjoy whichever individual part takes their fancy the most. :3

Anyway, this is my half of a story trade with one of my oldest and best RP friends; a big sexy dungeon crawling adventure featuring Nina, Geecku, Rachael and their fearless (or foolhardy) leader Mora. Expect many kinks to be hit and lots of corrupting pleasure to be had.

This first chapter features Nina as a proud and stunning, if a bit pompous, mage, coming up against a foe with a very unconventional way of defeating its' prey.

Enjoy! I plan to upload the other chapters over the next few days!

EDIT - changed filetype to RTF to ease downloading, PM/comment if it doesn't work.

Mora, Geecku, Rachael and Nina originate in the Las Lindas comics, and belong to Chalo. ", "writing": "No-one ever gave a moment’s thought to the poor architects who had designed and spearheaded the creation of the myriad tombs, dungeons, mines, crypts, castles and labyrinths littering the land of Gossamer. All that hard work putting together epic systems of corridors, rooms, traps and mazes decorated in all the hot fashions of the age, from gothic to eldritch, from Neanderthal to aristocratic, was all too often wasted on adventurers that sped through such dens of peril and profit alike. No time was spent appreciating the decorations and architecture, no. Instead they came in droves, barging in with swords shimmering and armour clattering in the previously undisturbed depths, all seeking their fame and fortune within. The fact that an inevitably significant percentage of these hopefuls would find only death and corruption in such places might have offered the long since parted architects some catharsis, were that feeling not outshone vastly by the frustration their deceased souls would feel at seeing their masterful mazes plundered and left barren by offensively ostentatious warriors who never once stopped to admire the decor. \n\nPutting that aside, lets’ hear it for the hero of the hour, Mighty Mora Linda, kicking down the decrepit old doors to another enticing dungeon just waiting to be relieved of its’ booty! Good show Mora, that rusty old door will think twice before it stands in your way again! \n“Wow, favouritism, much? You gonna keep buttering up her ego till it’s as big as her tits, or you gonna actually start this story, perv?” Said Rachael the Rogue, evidently using her sneaky powers of perception to ‘perceive’ and subsequently break the fourth wall yet again. From where she stood apart from the rest of our party of heroines, apparently unimpressed with her leader’s show of force and this narrator’s words, she would have been easy to drag out of this story before it got underway, to be replaced by another participant who might actually want to earn some decent loot and a great fu-\n“Alright, alright! Just spread the screentime around a little, would ya?” Rachael said to absolutely no-one in existence within this story, with wisely chosen words. \n\n\"Really, again with the bickering?\" Mora groaned as she turned to face her comrades, her breasts swaying with the movement due to both their sheer size, and the meager restraint job her strappy ruby red bikini top did of holding them in place. \nHer chestnut brown hair was tied back in a tight lengthy plait easily over a foot in length that wafted gently as she turned. Aside from a well worn pair of leather and steel gauntlets designed for heavy hitting adventurers like her to help in hitting harder and swinging faster, the remainder of her garments consisted merely of a shallow flirt skirt of matching red to her top and trimmed with white, fastened around her curvaceous waist by a resilient belt which also held several small sacks and trinkets useful for their current quest. Beneath it a thin thong (which she'd been assured would increase her blunt Attack output by 5%, whatever the hell that meant) rode high, barely protecting her modesty. A pair of hefty buckled black boots completed the ensemble. It may not have been the most extravagant look, but it kept her smooth toned strong legs free of burdening extra weight, and more importantly, it helped her show off what she saw as a 'pretty damn hot bod', tight abs and firm arm muscles included. Confidence was one of the best buffs a warrior could ask for. \nThe tall, built bovine shunted the crown of her hefty oak club into the earth beneath her feet, resting her elbow on the hilt as she addressed her comrades.\n\"Look, I know it's a little weird, being lumped together like this. But hey, if we stick together and nail this quest we can earn ourselves some sick loot and show the guild higher ups that we can get shit done. Now c'mon!\" \n\nRachael shrugged, limply peeling herself off of a nearby tree while gripping her twin curved daggers tight out of frustration, where she'd waited for Mora to get her 'big entrance' over and done with.\n\"Whatever you say, O fearless and brainless one.\" She replied, words muffled under her thick red scarf that coiled around her neck and fluttered it's ends over her nearly bare back. \nHer own generous bust was restrained (minimally) better than Mora's was, with a wide black belt secured around her chest, a silver loop clasp holding firm against the force of her breasts pushing outwards, with the hole in the middle of the loop displaying her deep cleavage between the pair of furry cushions all the same. Beneath her exposed navel a pair of faded blue hot pants sat low and clung tight to her rump, evidently ripped even shorter than they were to start, judging by the fraying threads around the hem of each hole where a pant leg ought to be. Thigh high stockings of a deep dark blue traced her legs, emphasising the slender and toned yet expertly honed musculature of the nimble feline's legs with simple guards around her shins and ankles protecting her from anything that might cripple her movement. Yet her stockings and armour plates stopped shy of her feet, kept purposefully bare; a common choice for adventurers like Rachael who specialised in speed, stealth and sensations in the ground under their feet which helped them find their way, sense dangers and stay alive. \nMora brushed off Rachael's little dig with a silent gritting of teeth. She didn't like being paired up with an immature stray any more than Rachael liked being paired with a bossy meathead. \n\nBehind Rachael, a tall Lynx with fur painted a deep clear blue dipped in jet black at her extremities stood, arms crossed and unimpressed. \n“Honestly. This is who the guild expect me to partner up with? The sooner I can ditch these gung-ho amateurs the better.” she thought. \nThe sorceress' attire shone in the summer daylight, creamy white silk looping down from around her neck to support her ample breasts, the likes of which were accentuated by the broad band of the same stretch of silk wrapped around her chest. Her upper body otherwise stood bare, with a deep valley of aquamarine cleavage plain to see in the middle of her finely garbed chest. The same fabric swayed serenely in the breeze where it draped loosely past her generous hips and down her legs as two wider sheets of silk dipping out under the chest band, for her front and back. They covered enough to reserve the proud mage's most precious parts, but afforded tantalising glances at the whole of her smooth legs whenever she walked or felt sharp wisps of wind whipping along. The fabric was laced with gold thread around its' edges, the perfect accompaniment to the blacks and golden yellows of her leather sandals and ornate mage's staff. Her outfit shone with the same brilliance which she knew herself to radiate naturally by her lineage, beauty, wealth and talent, wasted though it was on such a ragtag band of adventuring hussies. Or at least, Nina thought as much while lost in her inner world, while the party began to move ahead into the dungeon without her. \n\"Wha-? Hold, you foolish peons!\" She scoffed while running after them, staff in hand. \n\nNina barely made it past the threshold of the now destroyed doorway before a mass of curvy and colourful flesh bounced past her, nearly toppling the proud sorceress in training. Rachael and Mora similarly almost fumbled as the figure bounded past them in the narrow, dark hallway, lit by naught but the arcane glow from Nina’s staff. \n“Hey Geecku, calm down would ya?!” Mora bellowed after the fourth member of their party. “You’ll wake up every freaking ghost and goblin and whatever the fuck else is hiding in here before we set our eyes on an ounce of loot.” \nAhead of the group, the girl turned with a grin, her striped coat illuminating as the group and their light source approached. Geecku knelt poised on the balls of her feet, her leg muscles taut as she bounced in place, tail swishing freely, clearly desperate to advance. The girl’s attire left nothing to the imagination, with the pelt of some creature, possibly feline judging by its’ deep orange and chesnut brown stripes, draped around her bust and hips. With the way her perky nipples and tidy slit could be seen even under her ‘home made’ clothing, it was clear that she wore them not because the girl held any real care for social decency, wild as she was, but out of necessity for adventurers of the guild. She carried nothing but her own honed claws and sharp teeth with which to defend herself, yet her agility, coordination, and strength (if her Amazonian abs and broad arm muscles were anything to go by) were sure to allow her a broad range of options in combat. \n“But Geecku smells all sorts ‘a things inside! Shiny gold and yummy meat and sexy men and even... even stuff Geecku doesn’t know what it smells like! Geecku didn’t know adventurin’ could be so fun!” The lizard girl cheerfully replied with an excited, hurried pace to her words, before bounding off into the darkness ahead before Mora could raise another word in rebuttal. \n\n“Did she say ‘sexy men’?” Rachael asked, her sharp feline eyes scanning the corridor as the path became steeper and darker as they went. “And for that matter, don’t these big scary caves tend to lead down, not up?” \n“Apparently this place is different from your average cavern.” Mora replied, picking up a length of wood amongst debris from the ground and lighting it with a match from her belt. Nina’s light spell wasn’t proving as strong as she’d hoped, but Mora didn’t have the patience to sit through another of Nina’s little tantrums if she were to call the ‘magnificence of her magic’ into question again. \n“The guild veterans said this place is beyond us newbies. ‘Once you go in you won’t come out’, ‘impure screams echo from deep within’, ‘foul lustful beings dwell...’, the usual crap. If you ask me it just means this’ll net us more fame and fortune once we wipe the place clean of monsters and goodies.” \n“So in other words, we should expect that some of the freaks in there would rather fuck than fight?” Rachael surmised. \nNina flinched. “Ugh, must you speak with such abhorrent language?”\n“Really? That’s the part that shocks you?” \n“You may think me sheltered, alley cat, but I have studied diligently on the methods and motives of the beasts roaming Gossamer, and I have made sure to make all necessary precautions.” \n“You mean that potion that that creepy merchant told you would totally protect against ailments and curses?” \n“What reason would a refutable salesman have to lie?” \n“Maybe because he managed to drain you of 2000 gil for a placebo.” \n“Oh, you’re just jealous that you couldn’t even afford practical clothing, let alone a preventative elixir.” \n“Practical enough to shove my knife up your ass if you won’t-” \n\n“Shh!” Mora snapped. The bovine stood statuesque before the pair, having stopped in her tracks so abruptly that with their bickering, Rachael and Nina barely put the emergency brakes on their pace fast enough not to crash into the bovine’s back, not that the impact would have moved her a muscle. \n“Lights out.” She hissed under her breath. Nina almost protested, before she glanced over Mora’s shoulder, and saw the reason for their group leader’s hesitancy. \nThe group was at the entranceway of a large circular chamber, empty save for a few grim signs of previous failed plunderers of the dungeon, and a very large, very green and very naked guard troll on the opposite side of the chamber from them. \nThe chamber was lit up by burning sconces attached to the walls, burning away thanks to what must have been an arcane influence, judging by the age of this dark domain and the obvious lack of spare kindling to be seen. At least, Mora thought, they could see their way naturally now, but that wasn’t the only reason she’d had them get rid of their light sources. \nTrolls were, in keeping with common folks’ stereotypes, mostly hulking dumb beasts who could be outwitted easily. But let them get a lucky swipe in and any encounter with just one such brute could turn nasty quickly. They did not need that hassle this early into their quest. The bad news was that the troll was clearly there to guard the tall, heavy pair of doors leading into the adjoining chamber, the only other exit out of the room. The good news was, it wasn’t ‘guarding’ the door, as much as fast asleep in front of it, snoring up a storm. Mora planned to keep it that way. That meant no un-necessary lights, sounds or motions. \nShe turned to the others, and saw them glancing back with concentrated, silent nods. Any animosity held amongst this ragtag team would have to be put aside, for the sake of their quest’s success, and their so-far intact skeletal systems. \nThe group began treading their way, in as much silence and darkness as possible, through the chamber. Save for the odd cracking of a stray bone or other grim litter under their feet, the likes of which thankfully never coaxed anything more than a grumble or mid-sleep shuffle from the brute, they made it most of the way to the doorway without disturbing the troll’s slumber. \nThe set of doors the troll guarded were ornate, decorative, and by the looks of the bronze metalwork faded deep green from centuries of aging, very heavy. Mora gritted her teeth, knowing that she would have no luck kicking this door down for a quick escape from the troll before it stirred awake. Perhaps Nina could 'magic' it down, or whatever weird mystic shit mages do, she pondered. \nAll the while Nina crept along at the back of the group, silently trying to recall that telekinetic chant her tutor in the arcane arts taught her. It wasn't her fault he was a total bore. \nBefore the girls could make any kind of decision, a deep rumble rippled through the ground beneath them and a deep, pained squeak filled the chamber. One of the doors began to swing open. \nThe trio stood frozen in place, trapped. There the troll lay, already starting to twitch in response to the abhorrent sound of rusted metal door hinges turning. Whatever had prompted the door to open, it was taking it's time; not even Rachael's lithe frame could have squeezed through the tiny gap that was widening with torturous sloth. They waited out the seconds until they each could squeeze through, each being another moment spent in range of a beastly troll after a rude awakening. \nThen, just as abruptly as the door had began to swing ajar, the movement ceased. From beyond, a colourful tail whipped into view, followed by a cheeky reptilian visage.\n\"Geecku gotcha!\" \nShe giggled loudly, only to chortle further as she saw Mora, Rachael and Nina stood petrified. \n\"Shut the fuck up.\" Rachael spat under her breath, livid. If she wasn't a foot away from the troll, the rogue would likely have commenced a riotous assault on Geecku.\n\"Oh, don't worry about him!\" Geecku chuckled. \"Geecku know beasties like him, around this time of year they only wake up for food or fucking. See?\"\nGeecku promptly shoved her bare foot into the collapsed troll's side, kicking him onto his back. \nThe girls recoiled, shutting their eyes and gripping their weapons expecting a furious roar or something. Instead all they heard was a gurgling snore. \nMora prodded his foot with her boot. Still he lay, spread eagle, out cold.\n\"Huh.\" \nA collective deflating sigh was shared amongst the group.\nMora was the first to walk through the doorway, her breasts smearing into the doorframe by virtue of the tight squeeze until she emerged with Geecku on the other side.\n\"Geecku, if we get out of this alive, I'm gonna kill you.\" \n\"You can try, boobie lady!\" \nRachael was next, fitting through with little trouble into the chamber beyond.\n\"What a fucking relief.\" She groaned, grateful to get to mouth off again. \"I heard those fuckers can really pack a whallop, hate to think how gross a fight with one o' them might get if he was hungry or horny too. It'd be a mess of blood and drool and jizz and... Blech. Oh geez, my bad Nina, dost mine foul language offend thee?\" \nShe chuckled, turning around to the last member of their team to follow, only to see Nina stood perfectly still, arms dropped at her sides, staff lazily gripped in her fingers, gaze transfixed right at the naked troll's cock.\n\"Oh no.\"\n\nMora peeked over Rachael's shoulder, quickly snapping her fingers at Nina.\n\"Hey, hey! Nina, quit looking at it!\"\n\"The fuck's wrong with her, she never seen a dick before?\" \n\"Maybe not, but that shouldn't matter. Whoever slapped this fucker in here knew he'd be fast asleep, so they put a charm spell on him. He's not there to beat up intruders, he's there to fuck them! NINA!\" \nMora was shouting now, mere feet away from the Lynx, yet the blue furred beauty remained stood limply before the troll, a solitary bead of saliva gathering over her bottom lip before being hastily licked back up.\n\"So... Thick... Oh...\" Nina shivered, her hand losing its' grip on her staff which clattered to the floor. Her hand instead raised to one of her ample breasts, slowly hefting the covered cushiony flesh upwards and smearing her palm into it, her other hand clutching her cheek. Her lips curled into a smile, body quaking and thighs rubbing together where she stood, the picture of a woman utterly intoxicated with affection for an object of her desires.\n\"Oh my~!\" She sang out at the top of her lungs. Her eyes, still hopelessly locked on the slab of meat between the troll's thighs, even seemed to glow with a mystical pink aura, her irises resembling heart-like shapes. The telltale physical signifier of a strong charming curse, now fully caging the mage's mind.\n\"Dammit... So much for that 'elixir' of hers!\" Rachael snarled. \"Talk about more money than sense... We'll have to leave her.\" \n\"What? Why? Nothing wrong with sucking dick, let magic lady have fun then we all go together!\" Geecku whined.\n\"Normally I'd agree, Scale-Tits, but Rach is right. You said this thing will wake up if it can get it's rocks off, right? Once it's done with Nina it'll come for us.\" Mora surmised, grasping the door and starting to tug it closed behind them. Nina didn't seem to notice. The Lynx simply knelt before the snoring troll and began lowering her face to his junk. \n\"Positively... Delectable... One simply must indulge oneself... Just a lick...\" She panted, lying to herself. Nina's hands spread themselves against his inner thighs, her soft palms and fingers pressing into rough, leathery hide while the girl's tongue slowly trailed out of her mouth, saliva already collecting around the tip. With a shuddered sigh of longing, her tongue pressed to the musky flesh of his cock, her wet appendage slithering past minuscule bumps sporadically spread across his sensitive member. \n\"Haaaaaaahhnnn~\" Nina moaned, mouth agape and tongue flicking off of the crown of his cock. \n\"Ohhh... Gods... This wondrous cock... Tastes... Heavenly...\" Nina panted, eyes transfixed on the smooth head of the beast's phallus as it twitched in place where he lay, already hardening, straightening and rising up to full size. \n\"Who'd have thought, such a treasure would be hiding away like this...\" She cooed, while dipping her head and smearing her cheek into the thickening shaft. Nina's fur tufted up as she nudged and nuzzled her pure blue cheeks into the rough, musky male flesh, ruffling up her visage and spreading his stench onto her. \nShe drank deep of his musk, and in so doing, of the intoxicating charm curse that had taken firm root in her mind. One of Nina's hands wrapped around the cock, smacking her own face around with the meaty member.\n\"I think I'm in love...\" She sighed under her breath, her eyes a shimmering pink heart-emblazoned glow as the Lynx dove even further south.\nThe troll grumbled and twitched in his slumber, eyelids beginning to crack open. \n\"Mora, any chance you can close this door faster?!\" Rachael nervously asked her comrade. \"Not that I'm not enjoying seeing that stuck up bitch reducing herself to being a monster cock junkie, because trust me, I am.\" She added with a chuckle and a sly glance at Nina through the slimming gap in the door frame while Mora pulled the door shut behind them. The Lynx was now making out with the brute's balls with her palm still grasping his dick to steadily jerk it off and her ass raised high and swaying side to side in a rhythmic motion of lust. Her eyes were reeled back upwards; Rachael couldn't tell if she was gazing up at her beastly beau or simply intoxicated on the taste of his nuts mashing against her tongue. Some 'mighty mage' she turned out to be. \n\"Almost...\" Mora grunted, tugging fiercely on the metal torc door handle. While the gap between the doors gradually narrowed, the girls saw Nina rising up from her meaty meal with a trail of thick saliva bridging her lips and the orc's nutsack, and ripping her own exquisitely tailored robes across the chest to free her jiggling ample breasts to the dim dungeon air. Just before the trio could see what she was going to do with those hefty blue tits, the heavy metal door finally closed behind them. \n“Poor magic lady...” Geecku pouted, loosely downtrodden, sat up on her heels before the door with the long corridor ahead of them to her back. \n“She’ll be fine.” Mora apathetically gestured, ruffling Geecku’s thick head of sea-blue hair. “Judging by the package on that troll, by the time the charm curse wears off she’ll probably be too fuck-drunk to care. We’ll catch up with her later and take her home with us, even if we gotta drag her kicking and screaming away from troll cock.” \nRachael snorted, starting to wander down the wide corridor with a rejuvenated spring in her step. \n“Boy would I love to see that. This is gonna serve as some serious bragging rights. Just goes to show, all the money in the world ain’t worth shit if you don’t have the sense to prepare for a proper quest.” She surmised, tossing her long crimson scarf back over her shoulder. \nMora and Geecku shrugged and followed behind, silently agreeing without the courage needed to admit that they too thought Nina had had it coming. \nThe girl’s muffled moans could barely be perceived through the heavy door barring them from the chamber wherein Nina was currently shunting a thick troll phallus past her tonsils. \n\n“Ghrrkk... Ghulrrpp... Mnngghh!” Nina’s passionate soundscape of choked gurgles and intoxicated moans continued. Her lips were sliding effortlessly down her monstrous lover’s shaft now, her own abundant saliva mixing with a steadily oozing stream of salty pre-jizz trickling freely all around her warm welcoming maw. As a result, thick and bumpy though it was, the troll’s cock was more than lubricated enough to plummet down her elegantly slender neck time and time again with a brutal bulge making it’s presence within clear even from the outside.\nNina’s breasts lay splayed around the beastly man’s pelvis, her hands grasping and kneading the flesh with the adept professionalism that only a woman would know to apply to such generous mammaries as hers. However inexperienced in sexual servitude the sheltered mage was, she knew enough about how to please a man to smother the hairy root of his bulbous shaft in the thick furry embrace that only her breasts could provide, in order to please him even more. \nAnd she wanted to please him alright. So, so badly. \nThis was the thought that circulated more prominently in her charm-ridden mind more than any other, the girl hearing her own heartbeat louder than any slurping, salivating, splashing of juices around her lips, neck or breasts. The thrill of serving, the anticipation of her darling lover’s immense pleasured climax... She lived for it! \nAs she moaned and forcefed herself most of the troll’s musky manly length, while the rest received a hearty gyrating massage from her pillowy breasts, a fearsome thrumming noise suddenly threw the girl off of her rhythm and made her heart-emblazoned eyes widen, her throat feeling stronger twitches than ever before from that red hot meat. \n“Ngghh... Grrr...” \nHer darling was stirring from his sleep. \nNina stared up at him, her eyes practically aglow by now with intoxicated obsession for this beast, and its’ cock, the likes of which was twitching excitedly in her throat, moreso than ever before as her tongue whipped all over the underside. The illumination of her loving stare caused the brute to finally open its’ eyelids. \nHe stared down with a piercing red glare. \nShe stared back with a hot pink focus. \nNina pulled off of his member slowly. The troll lay there, propped against the door he guarded. The air was silent, save for the gurgling of lips reluctantly parting from their treat. Nina gasped as she popped free, breasts still comforting his cock, slick and shimmering in the dim torchlit chamber. She spoke simply, clearly, and passionately.\n“Please, darling, feed me your delicious semen~” \nThe troll’s cock twitched heavily within the cushioning embrace of Nina’s breasts, beads of saliva and pre trickling steadily down the shaft. The girl shuddered from the feeling alone, her mouth gaping as she poised it above the bulbous crown. Her eyes stayed locked on the male the entire time, as though inviting him to use her mouth as he saw fit. \nShe didn’t have to wait long. Within moments, a heavy hand with thick, calloused fingers grasped her skull from behind, mashing into the base of her tight ponytail, and pushed her mouth back down around his member. \nThe troll gave a bellowing, lingering grunt as his hips bucked upwards off the floor, just so that he could shove his way deeper down Nina’s throat. For such a rotund brute, he clearly packed a lot of muscle behind his bulk, evidenced by the way he rutted his way upwards powerfully and without cease into the wet cavern of Nina’s maw, right where he’d lay before with such sloth. \nNina tried her hardest to meet his motions, moaning and gurgling all the while around the thick veiny phallus (regardless of whether such sounds were intentionally made, or a bi-product of the force and depth by which she was shoved to his groin), but the relentlessly harsh pounding her face was receiving was on another level to the slow, deliberate and doting service she’d applied before. \nHis tight grip steadily slid her down, tugged her up, then fed her once more, in a constant cycle allowing the beast to fiercely mate with her face. \nHe soon started plunging her so deep that her breasts slid down and under his member, Nina’s mouth smooching in a stretched wide pucker right down to the fragrant root of his pelvis to replace her soft mammary massage with a full-on oral embrace from base to tip.\nHis hefty balls bounced upwards, even hitting her chin and neck by virtue of the force of his thrusts and the volume they possessed, with an insulated soft sound that nonetheless echoed into the deepest depths of her consciousness. \nEvery time he held her down, his eyes would once again leer into her own widened, teary pair, his cock giving telltale twitches and throbs where it sat halfway down her neck. \nNina knew she had no choice but to gulp down every drop of his spunk. \nAnd she’d never wanted anything more in her entire life. \nThe lynx was wiggling her hips, her thighs shuddering while keeping her rear raised high. Though her fine white and golden garments still clung to her body from the waist down, Nina’s mind had long since degraded far below the standards of decency for such a high born mage in the making as her. Still, even if he didn’t, or couldn’t say it, the troll found yet greater pleasure in knowing what seemed to be quite a high class woman was now lapping at his aching cock relentlessly as it scraped across her tongue and down her gullet time and time again. \nNina’s lust was unbearable now. Trusting her beau’s ability to keep her rooted against his groin without need of her grasp, both her hands slipped from his thighs. One delved under her gown, brushing aside the now useless flowing lengths of silk and her comfortable lace panties to furiously stimulate her pussy. The moment she sank her own fingers within her folds, soaked and drooling and clenching with pent up need for this manly beast of hers, she whimpered sharply with a resonating purr that served to stimulate the troll further. Her other hand had wasted no time in cradling, caressing and coaxing an explosive climax out of the man’s hefty balls. \nThe feathery, feminine touch of her fingertips was apparently the straw that broke the camel’s back. With no verbal warning and little physical indication save for the greater swelling and twitching all across the phallus in her throat, the troll bucked his hips upwards as his climax began. \n“Nnggrrraaaaahhh!” he bellowed, as the first thick jets of spunk fired violently inside Nina’s maw. \n“Glrrrrrkkkkkghh!” Nina gurgled helplessly, eyes wide and nerves frying with the overloading bliss of hot male essence soaking her tastebuds and bloating out her cheeks from the sheer quantity of his load. Her dainty touch on his sensitive sack, now actively churning with the sperm it pumped out constantly, became a tight grip, fingers curling around his twin orbs and milking them for all he had. Similarly, her other hand had taken to furiously flicking, rubbing and smearing fingers into her budding, sensitive clit, working the sweet spot with enough ferocity to send her nethers into a hasty yet intense orgasm, her pussy squirting juices in abundance in a messy display that sullied the dirty dungeon floor even further. Her body quaked violently in the bliss of servitude and of her own climax, amplified further by the thrill she took from how beautifully immobilised she remained, her beautifully blue head trapped between a crushing massive palm and the musky base of her darling’s crotch. Or perhaps that was just a logical result of the light-headedness she felt from getting minimal puffs of air into her lungs, obscured as her wind passage was by a rock hard member and bubbling salvos of spunk pooling back out around her stuffed lips. Even the air she did gasp in through her nostrils was heavily tainted by the thick, searing musk that her troll beau’s flesh was caked in. \nBetween his musk and the cum that continued to wash over her tongue and cling to her tastebuds, Nina was swimming in the scent and taste of the man. Her man. It was enough to give her lingering orgasm new life, hips rising and gyrating playfully in a display of wordless thanks to her darling. \nThe troll fiercely grunted again and again, in time with his light upward thrusts which kept his cock spurting as deep down Nina’s throat as he could possibly push himself. Eventually, he tired enough to pull Nina off of his member. He took his time, letting the drooling tip of his tiring male flesh paint her maw on the way back out, with a particularly thick errant bead of off-white spunk oozing onto the very centre of her tongue. \n“Mmnpaaah~!” Nina gasped in a long awaited inhale, the girl collapsing to the floor almost immediately. \nFor a time, there was silence between the two, with naught but the troll’s gruff sighs and Nina’s stuttered breaths filling the air, save for the occasional salivating sound of the loved up lynx swirling the remains of her lover’s seed within her mouth. \n“So...” Nina began. Her visage slowly rose, hips swaying as the girl stalked her way atop the troll’s body. What remained of her fine gilded garb hung off her legs, stained with dry dirt, feminine juices and thick globs of semen, gathered as Nina’s lower body purposefully brushed up past the troll’s soaked member. Her arms wrapped tightly, possessively, around his shoulders, bare breasts smeared onto his hardy, scarred, leathery chest. \nHe looked into her eyes, neutrally stonefaced as ever, and no longer saw the bright heart-augmented eyes of a charmed victim. In their stead, he saw the shimmering, slitted eyes of a hungry, horny predatorial feline in heat. \n“How may I serve you next, darling~?” Nina purred. \n\nNina had lost all sense of, and care for, the passage of time once she’d had her highborn face put to such disgracefully lustful use. And the more time passed, the less it mattered to the doting curvaceous lynx how long she’d actually spent in that entrance chamber to the dungeon. The more her body became slick with sweat, semen and saliva, and the more orgasms shook her brain and body to the outer limits of her nervous system’s tolerances, the less she cared about anything else. \nPlayfully, she gyrated around that thick member she’d taken to doting upon so whimsically, with her “darling’s” hands kneading with shameless want into her pillowy breasts from above while torturously rhythmic thrusts parted her womanhood around that lubricated turgid shaft. Just as brutal were the punishing smacks that sent his hips careering into hers while her head lay pinned to the abhorrently unclean ground with rear end poised upwards to accept every ounce of force the troll kindly forced her to endure. The troll’s jaws grinded together in ferocious need at almost all times, reflected in his tireless plundering of Nina’s pussy. \nAll of it drove her crazy with need for such monstrous, otherworldly, irreplaceable pleasure. \n“Ohhhh fuck yes! Haaahhnn... More, more Darling! Punish my pussy more! Nnh... Take it all.. out on my naughty pussy!” Nina cooed, in the midst of the latest in a long line of merciless rutting sessions that had kept her tantalisingly trapped under the weight of her beastly lover. His hands had taken to wandering from her hips to her breasts and back, with his sharp nails scraping acute pressure along the way at all times which never failed to solicit shivers across her pores, and a clenching of her cunny around his member out of instinctive feminine ache. In response he would redouble his efforts, prompted by the pleasure this newest conquest of his offered, which in turn were received with no small dosage of sonorous delightful moans and arching muscles. \nHis cock would bottom out within her soaked slit every time he forced entry, with a rush of juices and a resultant moan being the very least of what he’d come to expect from this particularly responsive breeding toy. Again and again and again, with a pace that increased equally in speed and force in a manner that only a brute seasoned in breaking adventurers in, could accomplish. \nInevitably, he roared as soon as he flooded her depths for the latest in a string of climaxes that had splattered small puddles about their dirty conjoined bodies and even collected a subtly noticeable bulge in Nina’s formerly smooth, toned navel. \n“OHHHHFUCK!! NYYYAAAAHHH~!” Nina cried, craning her head to the heavens as her eyes reached upwards further still, nearly rolling back into their sockets under the weight of burning passion that threatened to tear her mind apart. Her pussy clenched up to milk what still remained to be milked from her darling troll’s testes, over the eternal seconds they spent smacking feverishly into her cuntlips only to be doused in the squirting fem-cum of their prize. \nAs their mutual orgasm began to sputter, flicker and die out, Nina’s body felt the weight of her beau squashing atop her. A heavy, musky, inescapably broad physical weight. \nShe might have felt somewhat suffocated by the monstrous man collapsed on top of, and indeed all around her stained body, still seeping with his chunky cum. Had she not felt so satisfied, so receptive, so... fertile. \n“Thank you, Darling...” She purred, clasping his cheek while weakly craning her face upwards, face shuddering at the strain of motion after such a ferocious lay. The troll’s lips puckered downwards too, tongue lashing outwards, seeking her maw just as she sought his. \nIt was unclear what happened first: their lips meeting in a foul kiss that crossed species barriers and shattered Nina’s good name, or Nina’s body finally blacking out...", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "No-one ever gave a moment’s thought to the poor architects who had designed and spearheaded the creation of the myriad tombs, dungeons, mines, crypts, castles and labyrinths littering the land of Gossamer. All that hard work putting together epic systems of corridors, rooms, traps and mazes decorated in all the hot fashions of the age, from gothic to eldritch, from Neanderthal to aristocratic, was all too often wasted on adventurers that sped through such dens of peril and profit alike. No time was spent appreciating the decorations and architecture, no. Instead they came in droves, barging in with swords shimmering and armour clattering in the previously undisturbed depths, all seeking their fame and fortune within. The fact that an inevitably significant percentage of these hopefuls would find only death and corruption in such places might have offered the long since parted architects some catharsis, were that feeling not outshone vastly by the frustration their deceased souls would feel at seeing their masterful mazes plundered and left barren by offensively ostentatious warriors who never once stopped to admire the decor.

Putting that aside, lets’ hear it for the hero of the hour, Mighty Mora Linda, kicking down the decrepit old doors to another enticing dungeon just waiting to be relieved of its’ booty! Good show Mora, that rusty old door will think twice before it stands in your way again!
“Wow, favouritism, much? You gonna keep buttering up her ego till it’s as big as her tits, or you gonna actually start this story, perv?” Said Rachael the Rogue, evidently using her sneaky powers of perception to ‘perceive’ and subsequently break the fourth wall yet again. From where she stood apart from the rest of our party of heroines, apparently unimpressed with her leader’s show of force and this narrator’s words, she would have been easy to drag out of this story before it got underway, to be replaced by another participant who might actually want to earn some decent loot and a great fu-
“Alright, alright! Just spread the screentime around a little, would ya?” Rachael said to absolutely no-one in existence within this story, with wisely chosen words.

"Really, again with the bickering?" Mora groaned as she turned to face her comrades, her breasts swaying with the movement due to both their sheer size, and the meager restraint job her strappy ruby red bikini top did of holding them in place.
Her chestnut brown hair was tied back in a tight lengthy plait easily over a foot in length that wafted gently as she turned. Aside from a well worn pair of leather and steel gauntlets designed for heavy hitting adventurers like her to help in hitting harder and swinging faster, the remainder of her garments consisted merely of a shallow flirt skirt of matching red to her top and trimmed with white, fastened around her curvaceous waist by a resilient belt which also held several small sacks and trinkets useful for their current quest. Beneath it a thin thong (which she'd been assured would increase her blunt Attack output by 5%, whatever the hell that meant) rode high, barely protecting her modesty. A pair of hefty buckled black boots completed the ensemble. It may not have been the most extravagant look, but it kept her smooth toned strong legs free of burdening extra weight, and more importantly, it helped her show off what she saw as a 'pretty damn hot bod', tight abs and firm arm muscles included. Confidence was one of the best buffs a warrior could ask for.
The tall, built bovine shunted the crown of her hefty oak club into the earth beneath her feet, resting her elbow on the hilt as she addressed her comrades.
"Look, I know it's a little weird, being lumped together like this. But hey, if we stick together and nail this quest we can earn ourselves some sick loot and show the guild higher ups that we can get shit done. Now c'mon!"

Rachael shrugged, limply peeling herself off of a nearby tree while gripping her twin curved daggers tight out of frustration, where she'd waited for Mora to get her 'big entrance' over and done with.
"Whatever you say, O fearless and brainless one." She replied, words muffled under her thick red scarf that coiled around her neck and fluttered it's ends over her nearly bare back.
Her own generous bust was restrained (minimally) better than Mora's was, with a wide black belt secured around her chest, a silver loop clasp holding firm against the force of her breasts pushing outwards, with the hole in the middle of the loop displaying her deep cleavage between the pair of furry cushions all the same. Beneath her exposed navel a pair of faded blue hot pants sat low and clung tight to her rump, evidently ripped even shorter than they were to start, judging by the fraying threads around the hem of each hole where a pant leg ought to be. Thigh high stockings of a deep dark blue traced her legs, emphasising the slender and toned yet expertly honed musculature of the nimble feline's legs with simple guards around her shins and ankles protecting her from anything that might cripple her movement. Yet her stockings and armour plates stopped shy of her feet, kept purposefully bare; a common choice for adventurers like Rachael who specialised in speed, stealth and sensations in the ground under their feet which helped them find their way, sense dangers and stay alive.
Mora brushed off Rachael's little dig with a silent gritting of teeth. She didn't like being paired up with an immature stray any more than Rachael liked being paired with a bossy meathead.

Behind Rachael, a tall Lynx with fur painted a deep clear blue dipped in jet black at her extremities stood, arms crossed and unimpressed.
“Honestly. This is who the guild expect me to partner up with? The sooner I can ditch these gung-ho amateurs the better.” she thought.
The sorceress' attire shone in the summer daylight, creamy white silk looping down from around her neck to support her ample breasts, the likes of which were accentuated by the broad band of the same stretch of silk wrapped around her chest. Her upper body otherwise stood bare, with a deep valley of aquamarine cleavage plain to see in the middle of her finely garbed chest. The same fabric swayed serenely in the breeze where it draped loosely past her generous hips and down her legs as two wider sheets of silk dipping out under the chest band, for her front and back. They covered enough to reserve the proud mage's most precious parts, but afforded tantalising glances at the whole of her smooth legs whenever she walked or felt sharp wisps of wind whipping along. The fabric was laced with gold thread around its' edges, the perfect accompaniment to the blacks and golden yellows of her leather sandals and ornate mage's staff. Her outfit shone with the same brilliance which she knew herself to radiate naturally by her lineage, beauty, wealth and talent, wasted though it was on such a ragtag band of adventuring hussies. Or at least, Nina thought as much while lost in her inner world, while the party began to move ahead into the dungeon without her.
"Wha-? Hold, you foolish peons!" She scoffed while running after them, staff in hand.

Nina barely made it past the threshold of the now destroyed doorway before a mass of curvy and colourful flesh bounced past her, nearly toppling the proud sorceress in training. Rachael and Mora similarly almost fumbled as the figure bounded past them in the narrow, dark hallway, lit by naught but the arcane glow from Nina’s staff.
“Hey Geecku, calm down would ya?!” Mora bellowed after the fourth member of their party. “You’ll wake up every freaking ghost and goblin and whatever the fuck else is hiding in here before we set our eyes on an ounce of loot.”
Ahead of the group, the girl turned with a grin, her striped coat illuminating as the group and their light source approached. Geecku knelt poised on the balls of her feet, her leg muscles taut as she bounced in place, tail swishing freely, clearly desperate to advance. The girl’s attire left nothing to the imagination, with the pelt of some creature, possibly feline judging by its’ deep orange and chesnut brown stripes, draped around her bust and hips. With the way her perky nipples and tidy slit could be seen even under her ‘home made’ clothing, it was clear that she wore them not because the girl held any real care for social decency, wild as she was, but out of necessity for adventurers of the guild. She carried nothing but her own honed claws and sharp teeth with which to defend herself, yet her agility, coordination, and strength (if her Amazonian abs and broad arm muscles were anything to go by) were sure to allow her a broad range of options in combat.
“But Geecku smells all sorts ‘a things inside! Shiny gold and yummy meat and sexy men and even... even stuff Geecku doesn’t know what it smells like! Geecku didn’t know adventurin’ could be so fun!” The lizard girl cheerfully replied with an excited, hurried pace to her words, before bounding off into the darkness ahead before Mora could raise another word in rebuttal.

“Did she say ‘sexy men’?” Rachael asked, her sharp feline eyes scanning the corridor as the path became steeper and darker as they went. “And for that matter, don’t these big scary caves tend to lead down, not up?”
“Apparently this place is different from your average cavern.” Mora replied, picking up a length of wood amongst debris from the ground and lighting it with a match from her belt. Nina’s light spell wasn’t proving as strong as she’d hoped, but Mora didn’t have the patience to sit through another of Nina’s little tantrums if she were to call the ‘magnificence of her magic’ into question again.
“The guild veterans said this place is beyond us newbies. ‘Once you go in you won’t come out’, ‘impure screams echo from deep within’, ‘foul lustful beings dwell...’, the usual crap. If you ask me it just means this’ll net us more fame and fortune once we wipe the place clean of monsters and goodies.”
“So in other words, we should expect that some of the freaks in there would rather fuck than fight?” Rachael surmised.
Nina flinched. “Ugh, must you speak with such abhorrent language?”
“Really? That’s the part that shocks you?”
“You may think me sheltered, alley cat, but I have studied diligently on the methods and motives of the beasts roaming Gossamer, and I have made sure to make all necessary precautions.”
“You mean that potion that that creepy merchant told you would totally protect against ailments and curses?”
“What reason would a refutable salesman have to lie?”
“Maybe because he managed to drain you of 2000 gil for a placebo.”
“Oh, you’re just jealous that you couldn’t even afford practical clothing, let alone a preventative elixir.”
“Practical enough to shove my knife up your ass if you won’t-”

“Shh!” Mora snapped. The bovine stood statuesque before the pair, having stopped in her tracks so abruptly that with their bickering, Rachael and Nina barely put the emergency brakes on their pace fast enough not to crash into the bovine’s back, not that the impact would have moved her a muscle.
“Lights out.” She hissed under her breath. Nina almost protested, before she glanced over Mora’s shoulder, and saw the reason for their group leader’s hesitancy.
The group was at the entranceway of a large circular chamber, empty save for a few grim signs of previous failed plunderers of the dungeon, and a very large, very green and very naked guard troll on the opposite side of the chamber from them.
The chamber was lit up by burning sconces attached to the walls, burning away thanks to what must have been an arcane influence, judging by the age of this dark domain and the obvious lack of spare kindling to be seen. At least, Mora thought, they could see their way naturally now, but that wasn’t the only reason she’d had them get rid of their light sources.
Trolls were, in keeping with common folks’ stereotypes, mostly hulking dumb beasts who could be outwitted easily. But let them get a lucky swipe in and any encounter with just one such brute could turn nasty quickly. They did not need that hassle this early into their quest. The bad news was that the troll was clearly there to guard the tall, heavy pair of doors leading into the adjoining chamber, the only other exit out of the room. The good news was, it wasn’t ‘guarding’ the door, as much as fast asleep in front of it, snoring up a storm. Mora planned to keep it that way. That meant no un-necessary lights, sounds or motions.
She turned to the others, and saw them glancing back with concentrated, silent nods. Any animosity held amongst this ragtag team would have to be put aside, for the sake of their quest’s success, and their so-far intact skeletal systems.
The group began treading their way, in as much silence and darkness as possible, through the chamber. Save for the odd cracking of a stray bone or other grim litter under their feet, the likes of which thankfully never coaxed anything more than a grumble or mid-sleep shuffle from the brute, they made it most of the way to the doorway without disturbing the troll’s slumber.
The set of doors the troll guarded were ornate, decorative, and by the looks of the bronze metalwork faded deep green from centuries of aging, very heavy. Mora gritted her teeth, knowing that she would have no luck kicking this door down for a quick escape from the troll before it stirred awake. Perhaps Nina could 'magic' it down, or whatever weird mystic shit mages do, she pondered.
All the while Nina crept along at the back of the group, silently trying to recall that telekinetic chant her tutor in the arcane arts taught her. It wasn't her fault he was a total bore.
Before the girls could make any kind of decision, a deep rumble rippled through the ground beneath them and a deep, pained squeak filled the chamber. One of the doors began to swing open.
The trio stood frozen in place, trapped. There the troll lay, already starting to twitch in response to the abhorrent sound of rusted metal door hinges turning. Whatever had prompted the door to open, it was taking it's time; not even Rachael's lithe frame could have squeezed through the tiny gap that was widening with torturous sloth. They waited out the seconds until they each could squeeze through, each being another moment spent in range of a beastly troll after a rude awakening.
Then, just as abruptly as the door had began to swing ajar, the movement ceased. From beyond, a colourful tail whipped into view, followed by a cheeky reptilian visage.
"Geecku gotcha!"
She giggled loudly, only to chortle further as she saw Mora, Rachael and Nina stood petrified.
"Shut the fuck up." Rachael spat under her breath, livid. If she wasn't a foot away from the troll, the rogue would likely have commenced a riotous assault on Geecku.
"Oh, don't worry about him!" Geecku chuckled. "Geecku know beasties like him, around this time of year they only wake up for food or fucking. See?"
Geecku promptly shoved her bare foot into the collapsed troll's side, kicking him onto his back.
The girls recoiled, shutting their eyes and gripping their weapons expecting a furious roar or something. Instead all they heard was a gurgling snore.
Mora prodded his foot with her boot. Still he lay, spread eagle, out cold.
"Huh."
A collective deflating sigh was shared amongst the group.
Mora was the first to walk through the doorway, her breasts smearing into the doorframe by virtue of the tight squeeze until she emerged with Geecku on the other side.
"Geecku, if we get out of this alive, I'm gonna kill you."
"You can try, boobie lady!"
Rachael was next, fitting through with little trouble into the chamber beyond.
"What a fucking relief." She groaned, grateful to get to mouth off again. "I heard those fuckers can really pack a whallop, hate to think how gross a fight with one o' them might get if he was hungry or horny too. It'd be a mess of blood and drool and jizz and... Blech. Oh geez, my bad Nina, dost mine foul language offend thee?"
She chuckled, turning around to the last member of their team to follow, only to see Nina stood perfectly still, arms dropped at her sides, staff lazily gripped in her fingers, gaze transfixed right at the naked troll's cock.
"Oh no."

Mora peeked over Rachael's shoulder, quickly snapping her fingers at Nina.
"Hey, hey! Nina, quit looking at it!"
"The fuck's wrong with her, she never seen a dick before?"
"Maybe not, but that shouldn't matter. Whoever slapped this fucker in here knew he'd be fast asleep, so they put a charm spell on him. He's not there to beat up intruders, he's there to fuck them! NINA!"
Mora was shouting now, mere feet away from the Lynx, yet the blue furred beauty remained stood limply before the troll, a solitary bead of saliva gathering over her bottom lip before being hastily licked back up.
"So... Thick... Oh..." Nina shivered, her hand losing its' grip on her staff which clattered to the floor. Her hand instead raised to one of her ample breasts, slowly hefting the covered cushiony flesh upwards and smearing her palm into it, her other hand clutching her cheek. Her lips curled into a smile, body quaking and thighs rubbing together where she stood, the picture of a woman utterly intoxicated with affection for an object of her desires.
"Oh my~!" She sang out at the top of her lungs. Her eyes, still hopelessly locked on the slab of meat between the troll's thighs, even seemed to glow with a mystical pink aura, her irises resembling heart-like shapes. The telltale physical signifier of a strong charming curse, now fully caging the mage's mind.
"Dammit... So much for that 'elixir' of hers!" Rachael snarled. "Talk about more money than sense... We'll have to leave her."
"What? Why? Nothing wrong with sucking dick, let magic lady have fun then we all go together!" Geecku whined.
"Normally I'd agree, Scale-Tits, but Rach is right. You said this thing will wake up if it can get it's rocks off, right? Once it's done with Nina it'll come for us." Mora surmised, grasping the door and starting to tug it closed behind them. Nina didn't seem to notice. The Lynx simply knelt before the snoring troll and began lowering her face to his junk.
"Positively... Delectable... One simply must indulge oneself... Just a lick..." She panted, lying to herself. Nina's hands spread themselves against his inner thighs, her soft palms and fingers pressing into rough, leathery hide while the girl's tongue slowly trailed out of her mouth, saliva already collecting around the tip. With a shuddered sigh of longing, her tongue pressed to the musky flesh of his cock, her wet appendage slithering past minuscule bumps sporadically spread across his sensitive member.
"Haaaaaaahhnnn~" Nina moaned, mouth agape and tongue flicking off of the crown of his cock.
"Ohhh... Gods... This wondrous cock... Tastes... Heavenly..." Nina panted, eyes transfixed on the smooth head of the beast's phallus as it twitched in place where he lay, already hardening, straightening and rising up to full size.
"Who'd have thought, such a treasure would be hiding away like this..." She cooed, while dipping her head and smearing her cheek into the thickening shaft. Nina's fur tufted up as she nudged and nuzzled her pure blue cheeks into the rough, musky male flesh, ruffling up her visage and spreading his stench onto her.
She drank deep of his musk, and in so doing, of the intoxicating charm curse that had taken firm root in her mind. One of Nina's hands wrapped around the cock, smacking her own face around with the meaty member.
"I think I'm in love..." She sighed under her breath, her eyes a shimmering pink heart-emblazoned glow as the Lynx dove even further south.
The troll grumbled and twitched in his slumber, eyelids beginning to crack open.
"Mora, any chance you can close this door faster?!" Rachael nervously asked her comrade. "Not that I'm not enjoying seeing that stuck up bitch reducing herself to being a monster cock junkie, because trust me, I am." She added with a chuckle and a sly glance at Nina through the slimming gap in the door frame while Mora pulled the door shut behind them. The Lynx was now making out with the brute's balls with her palm still grasping his dick to steadily jerk it off and her ass raised high and swaying side to side in a rhythmic motion of lust. Her eyes were reeled back upwards; Rachael couldn't tell if she was gazing up at her beastly beau or simply intoxicated on the taste of his nuts mashing against her tongue. Some 'mighty mage' she turned out to be.
"Almost..." Mora grunted, tugging fiercely on the metal torc door handle. While the gap between the doors gradually narrowed, the girls saw Nina rising up from her meaty meal with a trail of thick saliva bridging her lips and the orc's nutsack, and ripping her own exquisitely tailored robes across the chest to free her jiggling ample breasts to the dim dungeon air. Just before the trio could see what she was going to do with those hefty blue tits, the heavy metal door finally closed behind them.
“Poor magic lady...” Geecku pouted, loosely downtrodden, sat up on her heels before the door with the long corridor ahead of them to her back.
“She’ll be fine.” Mora apathetically gestured, ruffling Geecku’s thick head of sea-blue hair. “Judging by the package on that troll, by the time the charm curse wears off she’ll probably be too fuck-drunk to care. We’ll catch up with her later and take her home with us, even if we gotta drag her kicking and screaming away from troll cock.”
Rachael snorted, starting to wander down the wide corridor with a rejuvenated spring in her step.
“Boy would I love to see that. This is gonna serve as some serious bragging rights. Just goes to show, all the money in the world ain’t worth shit if you don’t have the sense to prepare for a proper quest.” She surmised, tossing her long crimson scarf back over her shoulder.
Mora and Geecku shrugged and followed behind, silently agreeing without the courage needed to admit that they too thought Nina had had it coming.
The girl’s muffled moans could barely be perceived through the heavy door barring them from the chamber wherein Nina was currently shunting a thick troll phallus past her tonsils.

“Ghrrkk... Ghulrrpp... Mnngghh!” Nina’s passionate soundscape of choked gurgles and intoxicated moans continued. Her lips were sliding effortlessly down her monstrous lover’s shaft now, her own abundant saliva mixing with a steadily oozing stream of salty pre-jizz trickling freely all around her warm welcoming maw. As a result, thick and bumpy though it was, the troll’s cock was more than lubricated enough to plummet down her elegantly slender neck time and time again with a brutal bulge making it’s presence within clear even from the outside.
Nina’s breasts lay splayed around the beastly man’s pelvis, her hands grasping and kneading the flesh with the adept professionalism that only a woman would know to apply to such generous mammaries as hers. However inexperienced in sexual servitude the sheltered mage was, she knew enough about how to please a man to smother the hairy root of his bulbous shaft in the thick furry embrace that only her breasts could provide, in order to please him even more.
And she wanted to please him alright. So, so badly.
This was the thought that circulated more prominently in her charm-ridden mind more than any other, the girl hearing her own heartbeat louder than any slurping, salivating, splashing of juices around her lips, neck or breasts. The thrill of serving, the anticipation of her darling lover’s immense pleasured climax... She lived for it!
As she moaned and forcefed herself most of the troll’s musky manly length, while the rest received a hearty gyrating massage from her pillowy breasts, a fearsome thrumming noise suddenly threw the girl off of her rhythm and made her heart-emblazoned eyes widen, her throat feeling stronger twitches than ever before from that red hot meat.
“Ngghh... Grrr...”
Her darling was stirring from his sleep.
Nina stared up at him, her eyes practically aglow by now with intoxicated obsession for this beast, and its’ cock, the likes of which was twitching excitedly in her throat, moreso than ever before as her tongue whipped all over the underside. The illumination of her loving stare caused the brute to finally open its’ eyelids.
He stared down with a piercing red glare.
She stared back with a hot pink focus.
Nina pulled off of his member slowly. The troll lay there, propped against the door he guarded. The air was silent, save for the gurgling of lips reluctantly parting from their treat. Nina gasped as she popped free, breasts still comforting his cock, slick and shimmering in the dim torchlit chamber. She spoke simply, clearly, and passionately.
“Please, darling, feed me your delicious semen~”
The troll’s cock twitched heavily within the cushioning embrace of Nina’s breasts, beads of saliva and pre trickling steadily down the shaft. The girl shuddered from the feeling alone, her mouth gaping as she poised it above the bulbous crown. Her eyes stayed locked on the male the entire time, as though inviting him to use her mouth as he saw fit.
She didn’t have to wait long. Within moments, a heavy hand with thick, calloused fingers grasped her skull from behind, mashing into the base of her tight ponytail, and pushed her mouth back down around his member.
The troll gave a bellowing, lingering grunt as his hips bucked upwards off the floor, just so that he could shove his way deeper down Nina’s throat. For such a rotund brute, he clearly packed a lot of muscle behind his bulk, evidenced by the way he rutted his way upwards powerfully and without cease into the wet cavern of Nina’s maw, right where he’d lay before with such sloth.
Nina tried her hardest to meet his motions, moaning and gurgling all the while around the thick veiny phallus (regardless of whether such sounds were intentionally made, or a bi-product of the force and depth by which she was shoved to his groin), but the relentlessly harsh pounding her face was receiving was on another level to the slow, deliberate and doting service she’d applied before.
His tight grip steadily slid her down, tugged her up, then fed her once more, in a constant cycle allowing the beast to fiercely mate with her face.
He soon started plunging her so deep that her breasts slid down and under his member, Nina’s mouth smooching in a stretched wide pucker right down to the fragrant root of his pelvis to replace her soft mammary massage with a full-on oral embrace from base to tip.
His hefty balls bounced upwards, even hitting her chin and neck by virtue of the force of his thrusts and the volume they possessed, with an insulated soft sound that nonetheless echoed into the deepest depths of her consciousness.
Every time he held her down, his eyes would once again leer into her own widened, teary pair, his cock giving telltale twitches and throbs where it sat halfway down her neck.
Nina knew she had no choice but to gulp down every drop of his spunk.
And she’d never wanted anything more in her entire life.  
The lynx was wiggling her hips, her thighs shuddering while keeping her rear raised high. Though her fine white and golden garments still clung to her body from the waist down, Nina’s mind had long since degraded far below the standards of decency for such a high born mage in the making as her. Still, even if he didn’t, or couldn’t say it, the troll found yet greater pleasure in knowing what seemed to be quite a high class woman was now lapping at his aching cock relentlessly as it scraped across her tongue and down her gullet time and time again.
Nina’s lust was unbearable now. Trusting her beau’s ability to keep her rooted against his groin without need of her grasp, both her hands slipped from his thighs. One delved under her gown, brushing aside the now useless flowing lengths of silk and her comfortable lace panties to furiously stimulate her pussy. The moment she sank her own fingers within her folds, soaked and drooling and clenching with pent up need for this manly beast of hers, she whimpered sharply with a resonating purr that served to stimulate the troll further. Her other hand had wasted no time in cradling, caressing and coaxing an explosive climax out of the man’s hefty balls.
The feathery, feminine touch of her fingertips was apparently the straw that broke the camel’s back. With no verbal warning and little physical indication save for the greater swelling and twitching all across the phallus in her throat, the troll bucked his hips upwards as his climax began.
“Nnggrrraaaaahhh!” he bellowed, as the first thick jets of spunk fired violently inside Nina’s maw.
“Glrrrrrkkkkkghh!” Nina gurgled helplessly, eyes wide and nerves frying with the overloading bliss of hot male essence soaking her tastebuds and bloating out her cheeks from the sheer quantity of his load. Her dainty touch on his sensitive sack, now actively churning with the sperm it pumped out constantly, became a tight grip, fingers curling around his twin orbs and milking them for all he had. Similarly, her other hand had taken to furiously flicking, rubbing and smearing fingers into her budding, sensitive clit, working the sweet spot with enough ferocity to send her nethers into a hasty yet intense orgasm, her pussy squirting juices in abundance in a messy display that sullied the dirty dungeon floor even further. Her body quaked violently in the bliss of servitude and of her own climax, amplified further by the thrill she took from how beautifully immobilised she remained, her beautifully blue head trapped between a crushing massive palm and the musky base of her darling’s crotch. Or perhaps that was just a logical result of the light-headedness she felt from getting minimal puffs of air into her lungs, obscured as her wind passage was by a rock hard member and bubbling salvos of spunk pooling back out around her stuffed lips. Even the air she did gasp in through her nostrils was heavily tainted by the thick, searing musk that her troll beau’s flesh was caked in.
Between his musk and the cum that continued to wash over her tongue and cling to her tastebuds, Nina was swimming in the scent and taste of the man. Her man. It was enough to give her lingering orgasm new life, hips rising and gyrating playfully in a display of wordless thanks to her darling.
The troll fiercely grunted again and again, in time with his light upward thrusts which kept his cock spurting as deep down Nina’s throat as he could possibly push himself. Eventually, he tired enough to pull Nina off of his member. He took his time, letting the drooling tip of his tiring male flesh paint her maw on the way back out, with a particularly thick errant bead of off-white spunk oozing onto the very centre of her tongue.
“Mmnpaaah~!” Nina gasped in a long awaited inhale, the girl collapsing to the floor almost immediately.
For a time, there was silence between the two, with naught but the troll’s gruff sighs and Nina’s stuttered breaths filling the air, save for the occasional salivating sound of the loved up lynx swirling the remains of her lover’s seed within her mouth.
“So...” Nina began. Her visage slowly rose, hips swaying as the girl stalked her way atop the troll’s body. What remained of her fine gilded garb hung off her legs, stained with dry dirt, feminine juices and thick globs of semen, gathered as Nina’s lower body purposefully brushed up past the troll’s soaked member. Her arms wrapped tightly, possessively, around his shoulders, bare breasts smeared onto his hardy, scarred, leathery chest.
He looked into her eyes, neutrally stonefaced as ever, and no longer saw the bright heart-augmented eyes of a charmed victim. In their stead, he saw the shimmering, slitted eyes of a hungry, horny predatorial feline in heat.
“How may I serve you next, darling~?” Nina purred.

Nina had lost all sense of, and care for, the passage of time once she’d had her highborn face put to such disgracefully lustful use. And the more time passed, the less it mattered to the doting curvaceous lynx how long she’d actually spent in that entrance chamber to the dungeon. The more her body became slick with sweat, semen and saliva, and the more orgasms shook her brain and body to the outer limits of her nervous system’s tolerances, the less she cared about anything else.
Playfully, she gyrated around that thick member she’d taken to doting upon so whimsically, with her “darling’s” hands kneading with shameless want into her pillowy breasts from above while torturously rhythmic thrusts parted her womanhood around that lubricated turgid shaft. Just as brutal were the punishing smacks that sent his hips careering into hers while her head lay pinned to the abhorrently unclean ground with rear end poised upwards to accept every ounce of force the troll kindly forced her to endure. The troll’s jaws grinded together in ferocious need at almost all times, reflected in his tireless plundering of Nina’s pussy.
All of it drove her crazy with need for such monstrous, otherworldly, irreplaceable pleasure.
“Ohhhh fuck yes! Haaahhnn... More, more Darling! Punish my pussy more! Nnh... Take it all.. out on my naughty pussy!” Nina cooed, in the midst of the latest in a long line of merciless rutting sessions that had kept her tantalisingly trapped under the weight of her beastly lover. His hands had taken to wandering from her hips to her breasts and back, with his sharp nails scraping acute pressure along the way at all times which never failed to solicit shivers across her pores, and a clenching of her cunny around his member out of instinctive feminine ache. In response he would redouble his efforts, prompted by the pleasure this newest conquest of his offered, which in turn were received with no small dosage of sonorous delightful moans and arching muscles.
His cock would bottom out within her soaked slit every time he forced entry, with a rush of juices and a resultant moan being the very least of what he’d come to expect from this particularly responsive breeding toy. Again and again and again, with a pace that increased equally in speed and force in a manner that only a brute seasoned in breaking adventurers in, could accomplish.
Inevitably, he roared as soon as he flooded her depths for the latest in a string of climaxes that had splattered small puddles about their dirty conjoined bodies and even collected a subtly noticeable bulge in Nina’s formerly smooth, toned navel.
“OHHHHFUCK!! NYYYAAAAHHH~!” Nina cried, craning her head to the heavens as her eyes reached upwards further still, nearly rolling back into their sockets under the weight of burning passion that threatened to tear her mind apart. Her pussy clenched up to milk what still remained to be milked from her darling troll’s testes, over the eternal seconds they spent smacking feverishly into her cuntlips only to be doused in the squirting fem-cum of their prize.
As their mutual orgasm began to sputter, flicker and die out, Nina’s body felt the weight of her beau squashing atop her. A heavy, musky, inescapably broad physical weight.
She might have felt somewhat suffocated by the monstrous man collapsed on top of, and indeed all around her stained body, still seeping with his chunky cum. Had she not felt so satisfied, so receptive, so... fertile.
“Thank you, Darling...” She purred, clasping his cheek while weakly craning her face upwards, face shuddering at the strain of motion after such a ferocious lay. The troll’s lips puckered downwards too, tongue lashing outwards, seeking her maw just as she sought his.
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