0 comments/ 4114 views/ 2 favorites Viria By: Captainthulu The sound of chirping and singing birds were heard over the meadow as they danced around each other and sung their high pitched songs. Flowers had started to bloom on this early spring day and the occasional sleebee could be seen buzzing around, haphazardly flying from flower to flower to collect nectar for their queens. Even though it was an early morning and the sun had just started peeking over the horizon, many people were already up and about, the cobbled road buzzing with activity. Among all of these people walked a young woman with a very peculiar appearance. It weren't her big, beautiful, green eyes that drew people's attention, nor was it her small nose. It was not the tight leather bodice around her shapely figure which accentuated her bosom and accentuated her cleavage. An open, loosely hanging red coat hung from her shoulders. She was astonishing, yes, but that was still not the reason people eyed her in the streets. The reason she was subject of stares was because of her hair, her dazzling hair that seemed to shine and shimmer like a rainbow. Not a single person could tell what color it was for it would change like light shining into a diamond, ruby-red one moment, onyx-black the other. She seemed to be strolling on this cobbled path, next to a meadow in the direction of Dark of dawn, a town not far away from here. A town, she heard, was not visited very often anymore because of a certain problem they had. A problem she hoped she could help with for a bit of coin for she was a healer of some sorts. Poultices and herbs were her specialization. Ever since she was a little girl she had a peculiar interest in the different kind of plant-life in the vicinity of her house. She would run around in the field of daft-o-dills and talk to the cloafers hanging about here and there. She fondly remembered the time where she had taken in some slave'ender flowers, making them do all of her chores around the house. Of course, daddy found out and he would scold her, "Viria, even though the flowers want to serve people, actually making them do so is cruel and unworthy of a healer!" . She had to let her dear flowers go, still with tears in her eyes and the welts of her father's belt on her bottom. Needless to say, the flowers were sad that they would not be used by her anymore. As she snapped back to reality, she smiled and stepped forward onto the cobbled road, used to the stares of all the people around her. If asked, she would even admit to liking it. Attention was hard to come by on the Hollow hills where she grew up, so she was really catching up on everything that she had missed. She noticed that she mostly enjoyed the attention of good looking men and they were bountiful around these parts. When dusk fell, she would often go to the local inn to drink some of the fine spirits they brewed and then bedded one of the men, wearing them out entirely throughout the night. The last man she has had was in the last village she had been in and that was over a week ago. She licked her lips knowing there would be more virile men in Dark of dawn and she was planning to make them work her over from exactly those times! She blushed as she felt a tingle in her belly. Yes, it had been so long since she got to straddle a strapping lad, grasp his hardness in her hand and take him into her mouth. She blushed as she remembered how the last man, Karn was his name if she remembered right, plowed her like he plowed the field at daytime. Whatever problem was plaguing the town, she couldn't wait until she could fix it. Her aching loins told her the coin was just an extra and the embrace of a man was her real reward. She smiled as she was entirely lost in daydreams of sex and didn't notice the horse-pulled carriage coming right at her. It wasn't until the last second the driver shouted at her and she snapped awake from her happy place and saw the two horses coming right for her. She managed to do something of a spin as the horses would walk right into her, the flank hit her still though. She fell to the floor and landed on her butt. "Ouch!" She exclaimed. "Can't you look where you're going?" She gave the man an angry look. "You should just watch out. Spend less time on your hair and more time watching for more important people." He didn't even reign his horses in to see if she was alright. "You're just a big jerk!" She got no reply, so she stood up and dusted off her now stinging butt. An older man came over towards her. "Are you alright, young miss?" She looked at him and wiped the angry scowl off her face. "I'm okay," she said. "I'm just not used to paths being traveled on this much. There are so many nice things to look at other than just the road!" Joyfully she gestured at the meadow left and right of the cobbled path. The sudden motion swaying her hair left and right. "Such enthusiasm. You only see that in the young ones these days. Say, you're not a healer by chance, are you?" Her face lit up and she proudly turned around to show him her colors. Her hair reached all the way down to the small of her back and with the light of spring shining down upon it, it caused an astonishing myriad of colors. Patches that were blue at some point turned red with just the slightest movement to turn green the next. The man chuckled. "I thought so. You lot always like to look special in the eyes of us regular folk. Luckily for us, you just dyed your hair." He looked at it a little better. "I think." She giggled. "I know what you mean. My mom used to wear an intoxicating lotion making anyone who got a whiff of it do her bidding." She saw him raise his eyebrows. "Not that she did anything harmful, to the contrary actually. She always gave them a good time." The man coughed. "Well then, I think it's time for me to move on. You sure you're alright?" She gave him a bright smile and nodded. "Good, good," he muttered as he resumed walking. Seeing the man care for her put the little incident far in the back of her mind, assured of the good that people inherently possessed. It took her the rest of the morning and a great amount of the afternoon to reach Dark of Dawn. She saw houses that were built in the same style as most of the other villages in the Plateau-region. Dull, gray and lifeless in her opinion. Few people were walking down the street which was not so strange since the sun had already set upon the world, turning the village into just the first part of its name. She made her way over the uneven paths this village consisted of to find the town center. She knew she had to find a place to sleep before she would approach the mayor of this town about the problem. "A messenger in the dark is shady, no matter his intent," her daddy used to say. Viria remembered it well and decided to try and always be a good girl, although she did want to know the details about the ominous rumors sweeping the countryside. Even though the streets were forlorn, there were still signs of people actually inhabiting this town. Here and there little candlelights shone behind the windows of the quaint houses. The town center quickly came into her sights and was greeted by an unfamiliar sight. Upon the center square stood a pillar, one that rose high into the darkness. She squinted to try and see the top when, suddenly, she jumped up because of a loud slam behind her. "Woah! There's a broad out here!" Said one of the two men staggering out of the local drinking nest, judging by the smell suddenly pervading the air. "Yeah, man. You're right! And not someone from around here by the looks of it!" He pointed a finger at Viria, who put on a bright smile after having finally found her resting place for the night, drunkards aside. "Well, look at you two! All drunk and giddy on this hopelessly boring night!" She started for the men, hoping to get a better look at them. "We need something to do, lass. The sleeping people sleep all day and well, all night too. Not many people still awake here anymore. This time of year people just sleep and sleep and sleep." She walked past them and stopped at the door to the inn. They turned around and she wasn't impressed by them. Why weren't they two young and handsome men, she thought bitterly. "Is that so? How is it that you guys are still awake then?" They gave each other a look and in the light of the inn behind her she saw both of them frowning at each other. She could not help but giggle as they stood there dumbfounded. "I dunno Yulen. Why are we still awake?" "I really rather it didn't but it beats me. I mean, I sleep better than I usually do. But! But my neighbor's still sleeping since last Tuesday." The other man laughed. "How do you know he's still sleeping? Did you walk in to find out?" Yulen answered by telling his friend how he had lent his shears to his neighbor and wanted to take it back. He couldn't find it after he discovered that the poor man was fast asleep and walked in every day after that. Afterwards, they got into a discussion about how well they slept at night, a topic Viria wasn't particularly interested in. Quietly, she took her leave and entered the 'Golden Sun', as the inn was apparently called. Only a handful of people were drinking their daily sorrows away, no doubt because most of the town was asleep. Judging by the drunken rambling of Yulen and his companion, the rumor had proven right and some strange sleeping illness had struck the little town. She ordered herself a drink by a surprisingly awake-looking bartender and paid off for a room for the night as well. He warned her that if she fell asleep for multiple days at once she'd have to pay extra for whatever number of days she would be in her bed snoring away. She assured him that she would not fall asleep for that long but the man remained unconvinced, telling her that even the toughest men around here eventually succumbed to the long sleep. There were a couple of tables around so she walked over to one of them and settled on a chair after putting her beer on the table. So, people had some sleeping problems around here just like the rumors told. She found it odd that the problem lay with people refusing to leave their dreams instead of a problem where they just could not sleep. She could fix the latter one more easily than the first. First, it was time for some fun! She furtively eyed the people in the room. There were two men huddled in the corner, both of them looking drowsy although that could be the beer they were gulping down. A woman was sitting by herself at the bar, she had caught a glimpse of her face when she also threw a look across the room. Her blond hair accentuated an already attractive face, something that upset Viria since she did not like competition one bit. Until now she had no luck, the rest of the people in the room, including the bartender were not up to her standards at all. Well, she was planning to help this town before giving in to her own pleasures. All of the good men probably slept like babies by now. Just her luck. Bummed out, she just kept on sipping her beer which tasted surprisingly good. Custom in these parts of Zentral was that they lined their beer with honey collected from the sleebee's. No chance getting stung by those lazy flyers and their honey tasted amazing, though it was hard to come by at times. Just like the people in this town, their main concern was resting and sleeping, maybe visiting a flower once every couple of hours. Happily drinking her beer she hummed a light tone to herself when the door opened again and a gust of cold wind entered the room. A shiver ran down her spine and she felt goosebumps come up. The stranger stood with his back to her as he put down his backpack but made no attempt to close the door. "Sir," she called out. "Could you please close the door. Some of us don't like freezing to death." The newcomer threw her a glance, looked away and then locked back onto her. "I'm sorry, I'll close it now." He said as he reached out for the doorknob. Sadly for him, the wind was quicker than his hand and slammed the door in his face as he jerked back. As a pained expression appeared on his face he gave her an apologetic smile and it was only now that she noticed how handsome he was. She could feel her face flush red and she quickly looked down at her beer. Her heart had started beating fast in her chest. She heard him walk over to the bartender and, after some brief words she heard coins fall on the wooden counter. His boots suddenly made way for her and her heart jumped even more. Was he coming towards her? Could she actually be that lucky? Of course, she was that lucky. At the very least, he had to atone for forgetting the door and slamming it shut. He put another mug of beer next to her and she looked up into his smiling face. The man bore a beautiful smile with around it, a short beard and evenly short mustache, giving him a rugged look. "I'm sorry about the door," he started. "I guess you're not from around here. Do you want someone to talk to?" His green eyes showed a gentle personality and she spotted a hint of guilt in his expression. She smiled and tucked a tuft of hair behind her ear. "Apology accepted. I would very much like to spend some time on you." Her eyes widened at her mishap. "I mean with you! I meant with you!" He laughed and sat down. "Let's just start with a talk before any of that, okay?" She nodded furiously, feeling her face flushing red. "So, let me get the most obvious question out of the way. You have the most beautiful hair I have ever seen. Are you some kind of fairy?" Unconsciously she grabbed her hair and started stroking through it. "Well, you could say I'm a bit special. My mother was a healer and taught me everything she knew. Us healers like to show the world that we are someone who can help others so I chose to mix some special ingredients to dye my hair like this. It gets me noticed wherever I go." The man smiled at her while occasionally looking at hair, shimmering, mesmerizing, in all the colors he could imagine. His face had strong features around his gentle eyes. He extended his hand and she shook it. "The name is Darren, local blacksmith." His hand was big, strong and felt rough from hard labor, leaving no doubt that he was, in fact, the blacksmith around here. She felt a tingle in her stomach when his warm hand gave her a little squeeze. "Viria," she muttered softly. "So, Viria, a healer like you visits us in our moment of peril. Many people have fallen asleep due to our local mascot and you're here to help us out with it, I presume?" A local mascot? "That's true, I heard the rumors in a town far, far away from here." She shifted somewhat on her chair and leaned forward. "But this is the first time I hear of a mascot. Could you tell me more about it?" He raised an eyebrow and then sighed. "You came here not knowing what you're dealing with? Don't you know that when you fall asleep tonight that it could be weeks until you wake up again?" She had to admit to herself she wasn't as prepared as she could have been but his words stung nonetheless. "If you could tell me more about this mascot you've got I can get to work." She said while shooting him an angry look. She did see a chance to gauge his interest in her. "Furthermore, if I shouldn't sleep tonight you'd better help me with it." Darren quickly cleared his throat and also leaned forward on the table. "So, uhm, nobody told you about the snugloth living on top of the Pillar outside?" "A snugloth? One of the rarest kinds of sloth lives in this town?" He nodded. "And causes the sleeping episodes in people." That made sense to her, whenever a snugloth felt threatened it would shed his hair and if inhaled, it would cause extreme sleepiness in its victims. "It makes a lot of sense now except for the part that it only causes sleepiness if it's threatened. Do you people threaten it?" "By the gods, of course not. It is the symbol of our town which hasn't caused a lot of trouble until now. I guess I got lucky to not have been affected yet but if it goes on, Dusk of Dawn will be known as the sleeping town." Her hand was grabbed tightly by his and their eyes met. "Please, Viria. Can you do something to wake the villagers again? They have done nothing to deserve to sleep this long. Even all of my buddies are out cold in their beds right now. I want them back." She put her other hand on his. "I will save your town. I swear it." Both of them smiled at each other and Viria's heart started to beat loudly in her chest once more. They spoke about some more light-hearted things after that, all the while keeping their hands locked in the other's. She told him about different potions she could make by using different kinds of herbs and ingredients the environment around her provided her with. About her particular problem she said she would look into creating two different potions dubbed the 'sledgewhammer' and the 'all-nighter'. The one to wake up the people who were already asleep and the other to counter the effects after inhaling the snugloth's hairs. On his turns he spoke about his own blacksmithing days. He provided tools for the people and built chandeliers for the rich farmers. So now and then he was asked to create a weapon for protection but that was not his favorite thing to do. He'd rather spend his days creating things that could build instead of destroy. Slowly, the other customers left the inn or went up to their rooms until it was only Viria, Darren and the innkeeper. While his customers were still deep in conversation, the innkeeper started to clean his common room. After he was done sweeping the floor he walked over to the window and opened it up to let the fresh air in and the smell of beer out. Suddenly, even before the man could have stepped away from the window, a loud bellowing filled the room. Viria instantly recognized the bellowing as a cry for help from a snugloth and she immediately took a huge breath and held it. Mere moments later, the innkeeper fell onto the ground, snoring loudly. Viria jumped forward and pressed her hand over Darren's mouth and nose and he took the hint, holding his breath along with her. She then jumped up from her chair and hurried to the window, closing it and then making her way upstairs with Darren right behind her. Once she got to her room, she fumbled with her key and slid it into the lock. The door sprung open and she grabbed Darren's sleeve before jumping inside, dragging him along. She kicked the door and it closed with a loud bang. She let go of her breath and started gasping for air. She heard Darren do the same behind her. She turned to him and saw him sitting on the bed, his head nodding off and his eyes were barely open. "I, I think I was too late. I feel slee-." He started and slowly his eyes closed. "Darren! You shouldn't fall asleep just yet!" She quickly reviewed what she knew about snugloths, knowing she didn't have the ingredients to create any of her potions just yet. There was still something she could do right now, she realized. She smiled slyly for it fell in one line with what she had been planning for him anyway. She walked over to him and at the same time she unhooked the red corset she wore. Hook by hook it came undone, exposing more of her bare form every time. She left the last one on, revealing her cleavage and fit belly. She crawled on top of his sitting body and took his face into her hands. Through the slits in his eyes he saw her beautiful green eyes lustily looking at him. She bent forward and planted a kiss right under his ear and whispered. "We need to heighten your blood pressure to have your body clear the poison faster. You could run a couple of laps but I know a more pleasurable way. Judging how you have been looking at me the whole evening I think you'll enjoy it too." He groaned something agreeable and she planted a kiss on his mouth. Viria Ch. 02 Flora and fauna Fresh air welcomed her as she closed the door behind her. Darren had still been sleeping when she had left her room, as was the innkeeper, snoring loudly in the common room. She had helped herself to some bread and eggs and decided she would go see the mayor next. Dusk of Dawn looked a whole lot different during daytime than it did at night; the houses looked quaint and old-fashioned, the streets were mostly dirt roads and the ceremonial pole in the middle of the plain looked like it hadn't been tended to in ages. The plain itself, however, was made of a beautiful type of rock. Not unlike her peculiar hair, it seemed to shift colors when walking across it. Of course, only the most influential people had their houses and shops on the edge of this marvelous plain. The sun, she noticed, was only just peeking up from the horizon and lit the world up after the trouble and pleasure she had gone through that night, washing most of her worries away. This low sun also cast long shadows and, upon closer inspection, she saw that the shadow the pole cast was reminiscent of a sundial albeit this one was huge. The whole plain seemed to have numbers carved into it, showing the hour of the day to anyone who walked by. Even though she could see the mayor's house nearby, she seemed a bit hesitant to walk across the plain to it. Located directly across from the Inn it had the large number '12' inscribed into it. The highlight of the day just had to be cast upon the most important figure in the village. She scoffed at that notion. She sighed as she felt reluctant to meet up with a self-important person. No use in wasting any more time though. The sooner she would find out what the Snugloth was bothering and create her potions, the sooner she could get on the road again. She picked up a quick stride and glanced upwards as she passed the pole. She could see a giant shadow and fur softly dancing in the wind; the Snugloth clearly enjoyed his home up there as he seemed vastly asleep at this moment. "What secret are you hiding, little fella? What is bothering you so much to shed your hair and make everybody fall asleep?" She softly murmured to herself. She shrugged and then hurried to the mayor's house, pointed out to her by one of the customers who was also awake at this hour of day, about 6 o'clock in the morning according to the sundial under her feet. She reached the heavily inscribed, beautifully adorned, oaken door to the biggest house in the town, at least as far as she had seen. The knocker resembled the pillar behind her, except that this one still maintained the features the pillar behind her had lost through age and erosion. She knocked three times and waited patiently. A shiver ran up her spine knowing the sole reason for putting nearly the entire town to sleep was lazily sleeping right behind her, from a height she could not reach. If he would shed now she would have no way out and she knew she was out of 'all-nighter', the last one having been used to play around with a handsome Gargoyle in one of the towers of Bellhammel. She tried to regret it but thinking back only put a smile on her face and a blush on her cheeks. It took another minute before she was snapped out of her daydream and the door finally opened. An aging man stood in the door opening, wearing sleeping attire, topped off with a sleeping hat. He rubbed his eyes as he eyed his early visitor. "Good morning, mayor." Viria started off. "I've come to rid you of your mascot's little problem." He eyed her and then fixated on her dazzling river of hair. Naturally she had taken good care of looking her very best this morning, as she did every day. Her hair had been brushed until it shone and using natural products she had applied some cosmetics that topped off her natural beauty. She was dissatisfied when the man only cleared his throat. "A girl has come to take care of the Snugloth?" Asked a raspy voice. A pang of anger shot through Viria as he emphasized 'girl' a little too much. As a professional she decided to pretend not to hear it. She did, however, lower her own tone. "Your town seems to have a sleeping problem and I think I can help with that." His eyes trailed off to the pillar behind her and his eyes widened as he realized what kind of risk he took by keeping his door open. "Yeah," he said hurriedly, "just come in and we'll talk." He took a step back and allowed her to enter his home. The inside was exactly as she expected. A plethora of paintings, vases, carpets, hanging lamps and furniture were carefully placed. Not an inch of this home was wasted in an artistic sense. The only thing standing out at the moment were the bright colors of Viria's hair and the bear-patterned shirt and pants the mayor was wearing. "Can we start discussing the details right now or do you want to slip into something," she paused and looked at his hat, "less comfortable." He muttered an apology and went upstairs, the moment he left the living room a smile crept upon her face. She certainly loved putting self-absorbed people in their place. She seated herself in one of the huge futons, sat back and took a good look at the room. Her gaze instantly fell upon an interesting painting above the fireplace. It was a huge piece of work, mostly dark except for a depiction of the man she just met but clad in armor. She giggled as it showed the man standing on a rock looking out over a turbulent sea, in his one hand he held a sword and in his other was the severed head of a lion. A severed snake was hanging around his neck which led her to believe it was a chimera he had supposedly slain. Maybe the mayor is a retired adventurer himself and this is from back when he was still a young and strong lad. One with a strange taste in bed-wear, she had to add. The creaking of the stairs sounded a second time as the man came back once more, this time dressed in fancy clothes which dispelled any doubts of him ever having been an adventurer. He looked so comfortable in these clothes, he could have never worn anything else. "Let's get to business then." He started. "My name is Borren of house Torra. I am the mayor of this town. You said something about taking care of Zondax?" He inquired. "Zondax? Is that what you call your Snugloth?" He sat down in a rocking chair near his fireplace and folded his hands. "That's his name. If you have any problems with it, I have sent for some renowned bounty hunters to find out what is happening here. If push comes to shove, I'll let them kill Zondax" His voice was cold and distant. He truly did not seem to care that much for the town's mascot. Stay professional, Viria. Don't let him get to you."Okay, fair enough, I guess. My name is Viria, a healer from the Selliawoods. I chase rumors and fix problems around the land. The snugloth is a beautiful creature and there must be a logical explanation for his behavior. I won't let you kill him just because you think he's a bother!" A frown appeared on his face. "So, fierce! Color me surprised and you make it rainbow-colored. Tell you what, sugar. If you manage to calm Zondax down I'll give you a bag of gold. If you fail, I'll have to put him down." Viria stood up, her expression now changed into one of anger. "Just make sure it contains at least fifty gold coins. Got any leads, mister mayor?" The man shrugged. "There is a monster in the woods east from here. I suspect he has something to do with it." Her eyes grew cold as she looked at him. "And you haven't sent anyone out yourself to investigate it?" He smiled weakly as he lightly shook his head. She then walked back to the door. "Apparently I can't expect the pampered mayor to take care of things for once in his life. Expect me back in a day or two." He put up his hand and opened his mouth but Viria had already pulled open the front door and stormed off. She heard his voice spitting vitriol behind her but couldn't make out the words. She didn't care, she hated being looked down upon and this man did nothing but that. She knew, however, that it was probably a bad idea to antagonize this Borren but she had a short temper when dealing with someone with such a condescending stance. The cool wind welcomed her back outside as she slammed the door behind her. She wasn't sure if it was the slamming of the door or the fresh morning air but she felt already a whole lot better. It's probably because I don't have to look at Boring's face anymore, she mused to herself. She found herself on the plain once more and thought about her next move. According to the mayor there lived a monster in the woods just outside of town. She remembered seeing it when she walked into town the day before. She opened her trusty satchel and rummaged through what potions she had left. One vial of 'Surfquake', two 'Hot-in-the-pots' and lastly, a 'Deadtrax'. She had been better stocked but just these potions did not make her helpless. Besides, she would find plenty of ingredients in the woods. If it came to a fight she would be far from helpless with her knowledge of nature and alchemy. Without wasting any time she left the plain and found herself on the dirt roads once again. As expected of a town plagued by narcolepsy, she encountered only a handful of people on the streets. Most shops were closed, probably by neighbors after discovering the shop owners were vast asleep. Now and then she could see someone sleeping in uncomfortable positions behind windows, all of those opened at least a little bit. They stood no chance to Zondax' sleep-inducing hairs. On one hand she thought it was a shame such a quaint little town was reduced to this, but on the other hand it was entirely predictable. Why couldn't they choose a mascot that is far less harmful? She would like to see a town where one of those giant Squorrels was jumping from roof to roof. The worst such a creature could do was make its way into the granary and eat his own bodyweight in grain. Yet here they were, stuck in the lazy claws of a cranky Snugloth. She did not complain, though. If the people did not make these mistakes she would be out of a job. If the mayor would really pay her fifty gold coins she would be set for another month or three. She could also afford paying for a horse and wagon instead of just walking. Especially if her next destination was miles and miles away from this place. While thinking these things over she reached the edge of town and sure enough, a road led into the forest. Her eyebrows went up into a frown. Normally she had to venture into deep, dark woods where there were a hundred ways she could be killed. The last time she had to explore such a forest she was nearly taken by a giant vineling. If the beast hadn't thrown her back to her satchel she would still be stuck there, used for breeding purposes. Not a bad ending to her life but she liked diversity among her partners. She started to walk around the forest, plucked a couple of flowers and herbs here and there which would aid her in helping the villagers come back around. She would need a whole lot of 'Sledgewhammers' to bring them all back from their coma-like sleep. The back of her mind was dominated with the possibility of this monster the mayor was talking about, so she made sure to be aware of her surroundings at all times. Even though she was alert and expected something big to lumber towards her, she had not seen that the flower she was trying to pick was not the 'doozie-of-a-daisy' she thought it was. Right as her hand closed around the stem, the purple flower spurted out a gas which she mistakenly inhaled. She stood up, wobbled and felt her consciousness start to fade. Right before her eyes closed they had widened as she spotted the true identity of the flower. "Stupid chlorofloral." was the last thing she muttered before her mind blanked out and she hit the ground. Somewhere, a flute was playing. Viria slowly came to again. The first thing which came into view were two legs. Non-human legs. What is going on? She thought to herself. Slowly, her memories returned. She touched a 'chlorofloral', something no healer should ever do. Whether it is still attached to the ground or already plucked, it is always capable of shooting out its gas which knocks you out faster than you can say its name. Well, that's not entirely true. She managed a small sentence. Back to the matter at hand, the flute was still playing and the, well, hooves were rhythmically tapping the ground. She sat up and found that she had been covered by a warm blanket. A bird started to sing behind her. She turned her head and saw it was one of those cuckoo clock. Forgetting to actually count its cuckoos, the clock luckily said it was eight o'clock now. She had not noticed that the beautiful flute play had stopped by now. "A fancy clock is it not?" A deep, rumbling voice filled the small room. Viria looked to its source, this time higher than just its legs and looked into the smiling face of a satyr. He held a pan flute in his hand and the other rested upon his furry thigh. He had a rugged beard and mustache on his face, neatly trimmed. He had dimples in his cheeks as he smiled at her and lines of age were prevalent in his face. His shoulders were broad and his chest and abs, naturally uncovered, looked muscled. The only piece of clothing he wore was an intricately weaved cloth hiding his private parts. "What am I doing here?" Viria felt a bit hazy in her head. The Satyr sat back in his enormous chair. Enormous, just as he was. She reckoned he was at least 7,5 foot tall! "Well, my dear. I found you passed out in the woods with one of those nasty flowers lying next to you. I put one and one together and figured I could not leave you out there on the forest floor." Now sitting down on her makeshift bed made of pillows and blankets, she returned his smile. "In that case I owe you one, stranger. May I ask you for your name?" The satyr's eyes lit up as she asked, his smile broadening. He stood up and bowed before her. "My name is Ne-uk, traverser of dense forests and tamer of unsightly beasts! What is it that I may call you, young lady?" "I am called Viria, a healer hailing from the Serrawoods." "Aaah, a healer! I have met some during my time in the forests. Lovely people you are. And peculiar too!" He winked at her after sitting down again. "Now, Viria. You need to heal some more to get rid of the flower's poison. I have made some soup in the kettle over the fire." He pointed towards the fireplace which was carved out from a dead tree's stump. A huge kettle was boiling over a hot fire and suddenly she was aware of the sweet aroma permeating the satyr's house. "Don't mind if I take a bowl." She said with a smile and got to her feet, noticing she just wore her red corset and evenly red panties. She took a step to the fireplace and lost her balance, a strong arm keeping her from falling down as the satyr swiftly reached for her arm. "Now, now. Don't be hasty. We've got all the time in the world in my little den of life! You wouldn't, by any chance, love to hear some music while you eat? The last adventurer to surprise me with his company ended up storming off and taking some of my tools with him." She said she loved the tune he was playing earlier and would like to hear more. "Then it's settled. I was just in the moment of conjuring up a new, catchy song! I would be honored for you to hear it first!" She found a bowl next to the roaring fireplace and, using the oversized ladle inside of it, she scooped up the warm soup and filled her bowl to the brim. A collection of spoons was lying next to the bowl, huge ones for Ne-uk and small ones for visitors apparently. She could not think of any other way he could use them for. She giggled as she thought to herself it was really something for him and for her. He must be used to getting visitors because he was surely a courteous person. She saw a bench forged from a tree trunk and sat down as she eyed him over her soup. Ne-uk put the flute back to his lips and started playing again. She happily sipped her soup and swayed hypnotically along with the happy tune he created. At times, her eyes would close and she would just enjoy the magic to flow through her, putting her at an odd sense of peace. The empty bowl laid beside her as she looked at the huge satyr playing just for her. She felt a sense of pride that he played this new song just for her. His eyes were tingling happily as he beckoned for her. She got on all fours and crawled towards him, allowing him a good look into her cleavage, until she reached his hooves. She sat down in between them and leaned against his left foot while looking up into his eyes. Her mind felt foggy and amorous, loved by this creature in this moment. Slowly she extended her slender fingers and started caressing the fur on his thighs. Even though the hairs looked tough from a distance, it was actually surprisingly soft and she enjoyed the feeling of it in her hand. She was content plucking and caressing Ne-uk's leg as he filled the room with music unlike any she had ever heard. He changed to another song midway through a beautiful transition and Viria's mind started to fog up even more. She felt as though the little room was heating up more and more, even though the fire had already dimmed and was only giving off a soft glow now. Shadows danced as the flame flickered, unlike in Viria; her flame started to rouse and roar. Almost in a trance her free hand traveled up her body, giving a squeeze into her breast and on to the clasps on her corset. She fingered the metal a few seconds before she felt she just had to get rid of it. The first hook was undone and her breasts pushed against the now loose fabric. She felt Ne-uk's gaze on her milky white globes and her face flushed red as she felt her loins stir. Her hand found the second clasp, unhooked it and nearly freed her boobs from their fiery-red restraint, leaving the last clasp purposely on. She put her hand into her corset and rubbed her soft skin before pinching her nipple between her index and middle fingers. A soft moan escaped her lips, nearly inaudible over the melody of the flute singing right above her. She tweaked her nipple until she felt it harden under her touch. Her other hand now clutched his fur, keeping her from falling down while pleasuring her sizable boob. Finally, she thought it was time to let some more cool air touch her body and she quickly undid her third clasp. Her boobs sprung free, her corset now only held together by the last two clasps. She repositioned herself and in her lust, her hand started to travel up his leg, under the cloth. She encountered his dick and purred as she felt it twitch. It was already semi-erect and it showed in the bulge on his crotch. An enormous bulge, she found out to her amusement. She traveled his hardening cock down and it measured at least 10.5 inches. She traveled back up, her fingers only teasingly grasping his hardness. She eventually reached the base and felt under it, finding his balls the size of those of homegrown tangerines, filled with juice she now knew she wanted. Cupping and fondling, she played tenderly with his balls, the music above her started to make sharp spikes out of tune. Putting her rainbow-colored hair behind her ear, she allowed herself to look up at her soon-to-be lover. Their eyes met and she blew him a kiss as she moved from his balls to stroking his shaft. Ne-uk put his flute away, never breaking eye contact, and sat back in his chair. Viria saw this as an opportunity to start showing him what she can do and pulled the knot of his loincloth free. She threw the rag behind her and he saw it landing on his precious clock. Not that he cared at this moment, a beautiful girl was busy administering pure pleasure upon the most favorite part of his body. Viria Ch. 02 She lifted her body until she sat on her knees and turned towards him. His erection was impressive, it stood tall like a monument dedicated to pleasure. She needed two hands to fully embrace his length and slowly started an up- and downward motion. He groaned while looking at what her hands were doing to him. She rubbed his shaft all the way up to the engorged head and back to his base in long, slow strokes. His cock felt so warm between her hands and his heartbeat made it pulse rhythmically, exciting her to no end. What would that feel like deep in her pussy? She got up to one leg and positioned herself above his powerful manhood. Her luscious, pink lips parted a little and a string of saliva dripped down from her mouth. A strand of lubricant she rubbed all over his sensitive top. Her nimble hands started to work his top, the most sensitive area of Ne-uk. Little shocks told her it was too sensitive at times, but he never told her to stop. So she worked on, letting him make the music she liked to play. Using both hands she played with the head of his penis, quickening his breathing and making him moan and groan. While she was still working him like a slow drill, her head lowered and started licking the left side of his rigid shaft. She ran rounds with her soft tongue on his member, the smell of his sex blowing away the last scraps of sanity she had left. Her licking and nibbling on his hardness got faster and faster as she felt her need for him grow. Her hands glided down from his head to the middle of his shaft and, using both of her hands, she started turning and pumping him up and down. She stood up while doing this and whipped her dazzling hair backward and locked eyes with the handsome satyr. He saw her standing there, her pretty hair flowing down to her soft butt, a myriad of ever-changing colors right in his own home. Her boobs were pressed together right above her red corset as she was still working his shaft brilliantly. He reached out and ran his hand over her smooth skin, paying extra attention to her milky-white globes and their sensitive pink nubs. He saw her eyes close and she purred under his gentle touch, arching her back which gave him just a bit more access to her soft breasts Using his other hand, he pulled her in and planted a soft kiss onto her lips, one she reciprocated eagerly. Starting out with small kisses on her plush lips, she quickly became more aggressive. Still stroking his rock-hard cock, she put her other hand onto his muscled chest and darted her tongue into the attractive man's mouth. Viria felt her heartbeat in her throat and her pussy was aching so bad, she felt a single droplet of her precious sex run down her leg. Lust-induced and incredibly wanting she placed her leg next to him on the chair. She pulled herself up onto his seat, never breaking or stopping their intimate kiss and squatted down. She knew instinctively his dick was now so close to penetrating her, it made her heart jump in excitement. However, Ne-uk was a man who knew what he wanted, show as right before her nether lips could welcome his dick, he stood up and lifted her with him. Now suspended in the air, only his firm hand under her buttocks, she let go of his shaft and threw her arms around his neck. He moved over to the wall, a big root of a tree, and pushed her against it. He then took his cock and placed it against her velvet love-mound. Her love juices drooled all around the head of his cock. Her cheeks flushed red at this display of aggression, knowing that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him. He reached down and using his index- and middlefinger, he spread her pussy lips open, allowing his lovestick to slide just in place of her now soaking hole. "You're beautiful," he said right before Viria's sacred place was pierced and she was filled up by his sensitive member. The force of his thrust pushed her upwards. Her nails dug into his broad shoulders as she finally got what she wanted so badly. Long strokes in and out of her filled her pussy with raw pleasure, her voice soon equaled her joy and the cozy room was now filled with wanton cries and low grunts. "I have never been filled up this much." Viria panted. Her body fell up and down with the rhythm of his thrusts. Ne-uk could only fit three quarters of his dick up into her wet snatch but that was enough to make the little nymph cry out in passion she had never experienced before. She tried matching the bucking of his hips with her own but the forcefulness of his strokes left her entirely helpless. All she could do was having Ne-uk brutally take her, ramming his dick into the most sensitive area on her body. It did not take long for her body to respond; an orgasm was bubbling up from her hot cunt. Her moans became louder and louder, the pressure in her pussy building up to unbearable heights. His cock hit all the right places her lovers usually overlook. She quickly reached the finish line and locked her legs behind his back. This position allowed him just a little more access and she could feel herself be filled all the way to her womb. Her fingers dug hard into him while losing control of her own body. "I'm gonna-, oh!" She cut short, then tensed up hard as the inside of her mind exploded. Her juices spurted out around his cock as strong contractions of her pussy rewarded the satyr for making little Viria cum harder than she ever did. However, this was not the end of it. Ne-uk was lost in lust as well and kept on pounding her. He put his hands behind her back and stepped away from the root; now only supported by him she had no way to go but down, down onto his cock. Extra slick from the juices she expelled from her mind-shattering orgasm, he quickened his piston movement. A little bit surprised and far more enticed, she felt herself being worked towards a second orgasm. The room reverberated her voice as Ne-uk's enormous cock worked her towards her second peak. All feeling in Viria's legs was gone as her head turned white in the powerful orgasm. She shuddered against him as she thrust her hips to grind out the final pleasurable spasms his dick had worked her to. After that, she slowly came back to earth, enjoying the aftershocks her stretched pussy sent to her brain. "You seem to enjoy me as an intimate companion, no?" The satyr inquired, having stopped pounding away and just letting her rest, bottomed out all the way up to her womb by now. A sweet smile crept upon her lips as she nodded. Strands of her hair were now stuck to her face due to the sweat they had worked up. He sat down in his chair and she took the chance to lift herself off of him. She sat down on his belly and slowly started playing with herself while she carefully tucked her hair back behind her ears. "I feel so hot. That was insane, Ne-uk." The man gave her a deep kiss which she answered with her tongue. "I am getting warm as well. It is night now, feel like taking our party to the open air?" A brief moment she hesitated but she could go for even more as well. There was also no way she would miss feeling him spurt his hot seed into her. Softly, she bit her lip and a naughty spark lit in her eyes. "I want you to push me against a tree and fuck my tight ass." The satyr roared with laughter. "Milady, I hope you can take me. Because if we do that I will definitely flood you with my juices." She looked serious into his eyes. "I'm counting on it." She merely stated. The cool air greeted them as Ne-uk opened the door to the outside world. The fresh scents of trees waving in the night's wind hit Viria. She truly loved the outdoors, immediately her playful side woke up. She dashed away from Ne-uk who looked surprised. "Where are you going?" She disappeared from his sight behind one of the trees. "Just try and find me!" She called out. Ne-uk immediately followed her. Is this how you want to play, you minx? As a skilled hunter he had no trouble following her tracks. He took a left where she had done so and a right on another point. Walking out from behind a tree he was greeted by her lovely backside. She stood against a tree, her soft butt sticking out and her legs stretched. "Oh no," she moaned. "The satyr found me. Whatever will he do to me?" The man grinned as he walked up to her and stroked his own cock back to full power. "That's a powerful tool you have there." A playful tone sounded through her voice. "Are you going to impale me, sir? Fill my tight butt with yourself, making me yours in every way?" She looked backwards into his eyes. "This is the part where you stick it in me." He wasted no time and grabbed the flesh of her ass, feeling the firm, spotless globes under his hands. His penis was still wet from the juices she had spurt on him, so he immediately pointed his dick on her tight pucker. "Slowly now, lover. Keep your animal instincts under control." She made sure he got all the room he needed by loosening her tight hole, unclenching the muscles that were going to milk him dry. A small bit of resistance and some pushing was needed before his head finally disappeared into her warm anus. The man grunted as his dick was assaulted by a tightness he had not felt before. He pulled back out to let her ass recover a bit before pushing once more. The force pushed Viria against the tree and her mouth opened in a silent scream. He was so big, just the tip and she already felt so full. "Just an inch more, honey. I can't take more than that." He obliged and pushed again, lifting her up her feet, stopping right before it became uncomfortable. She could only hold on to the tree and enjoy the fullness she felt. Her muscles had adjusted to his girth after a few seconds and he carefully started to rock in and out of her body. It did not take long for her to buckle under the anal stimulation and started to moan into the night's sky, louder than the nocturnal birds did. Whenever she felt in control of herself she would gently squeeze his tip which worked like a piston, plunging in and out of her tightness, for extra stimulation. Other times she just held on and enjoyed the ride, even letting her own hand dip into her honeypot, quickly sending her into more throes of ecstasy. Ne-uk's warm dick started pulsing in her ass and she knew he was close. Even though it was in vain, she jutted out her butt as much as she could so he could get in as much as he wanted. "It's your turn, honey. Fill me up with all of your juices," she panted. "You've earned me." He grabbed her boobs from behind and grunted louder and louder as she felt his cock twitch and his warm spunk spurted out into her ass. Every thrust he managed after that filled her up with more of his sperm and she could not help but moan at the sexy feeling she got being filled up by a handsome man or Satyr in this case. Ne-uk carefully pulled out his cock, a stream of warm cum running down Viria's legs as he sprung loose. She immediately dropped to her knees. "Ne-uk, I don't think I can walk back to your house." "Then we shall sleep under the stars, if you have no objection to it." He sat against the tree they passionately made love under mere moments ago and she crawled against his strong form. "You were wonderful, dear. I almost feel bad doing this now." A grin appeared on his face as he flicked his hand, producing a chlorofloral into his hand. He caught her surprised and the flower did his thing, sending her off into a deep sleep. Viria Darren reacted weakly but she didn't let up. Her second and third kiss fell onto his lips and by the fourth time he tried to kiss back. She smiled while their lips still touched and introduced her tongue to him. At first it was only their tips touching but as both of them started to warm up, Darren was able to do more. As he regained more of his consciousness, their tongues explored each other more and more. She undid the buttons on his shirt and pulled them off of him, baring his muscled chest. A true blacksmith's body, hard and manly. She put a hand on his chest and he weakly put his hands on her butt, softly kneading them and pushing her onto him, grinding her onto his quickly hardening pleasure-rod. She pushed along with his administrations, quickly becoming as aroused as he was. She broke her kiss and gave a small lick on his nose. "If you want to see more you're going to have to unhook the last button." As he moved a hand to her front, he playfully squeezed her breast. First the left one and then the right before caressing slowly over her bare flesh. She cooed and ran a hand through his dark hair before resting her arms around his shoulders. "Free me from this tight thing, stud." He slowly trailed lower and lower with a finger between her breasts, across her stomach and eventually found the hook. It took only a few seconds fidgeting before it came free from its binding, popping open and her magnificent breasts came into view. She had small, perky nipples, now stiff with excitement. "You may go on now." As Darren continued to grind Viria onto himself he bent forward and started lapping around her sensitive nipples. A small moan escaped from her lips. She pressed two fingers into Darren's face and he started sucking on them, wetting them with his saliva. She then shoved her hand into her crotch, under her panties and felt her own wetness already flowing freely. Without hesitation she plunged her two fingers inside and arced her back as she rode herself. She held onto Darren's should as she played with herself, becoming increasingly aware of his growing member right under her. "Isn't this the best way to stay awake." She asked between short breaths and moans. His reply was better than she expected as he bent forward again and took her nipple into his mouth as he massaged her other boob with one hand, the other still guiding her up and down his lap. Viria delved a bit deeper into her lovehole and reached her favorite spot. Uncontrollably she started moaning; her fingers digging deeper into her lovers broad shoulder. She felt her impending orgasm coming up and she arced her back even more, tensing up all of her muscles as she fingered herself as fast as she could. She opened her mouth in a silent scream before cumming hard by her own hand. She moaned satisfyingly as she came back from her orgasm and Darren looked up at her. Her green eyes were accentuated by the flowing rainbow gold that flew behind her. A girl so enigmatic and here he was, kissing this beautiful creature. She smiled and pulled back her corset, showing him her breasts. "Do you like what you see? Why not come and take everything?" "With pleasure, darling," he grunted. He tried to flip her over but even though they were working on it, he was still too exhausted to pull it off. She sympathetically rolled over for him and he started pulling her pants off. Made of a stretchy material, the pants came undone rather swiftly and her naked, pink lady-parts were revealed to him. He started taking off his own shirt, only fair that both of them lost some clothing. When his shirt was off and he could lay eyes on her once more she had pulled up her legs and she was slowly tracing circles around her puffed up lovebutton while giving him an enticing look. "You look so sexy right now." He said as he knelt before her and slid his arms around her legs. While she lazily kept on rubbing her clit, he tentatively gave a lick over her pussy. A small moan was his reward and incentive to go on. He licked purposefully around her fuckhole, teasing her all the time. Whenever he hit a good spot she would spasm a bit, making him focus on that spot for a while. Slowly he traced around her most sensitive spots and whenever he would trail away she would lift her pussy, trying to make him go back. Skillfully he dodged her attempts which only led to her arousal becoming that much greater. After that, it didn't take long until he started making long strokes across the full length of her slit. While he did that, her hand picked up the pace and started to work her clit feverishly until he grabbed her hand, locking her fingers into his and put his mouth over her engorged pleasurebud. She was already close to her peak so when Darren introduced his fingers into her pussy, pistoning them in and out while sucking her most sensitive spot, she came once more. She grabbed on to his short hair for the duration of her orgasm, not letting him stop stimulating her most sensitive spot. As he looked up he saw her breasts heave up and down on her beautiful landscape which is her body. The corset that was opened added to his own lust. He never knew he would get so turned on by clothes being on a girl instead of off. She grabbed onto his head and pushed him out of her snatch. Using her hand she cleaned her wetness off of his face and licked it from her fingers.. After tasting herself she bent forward and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Full of lust they tongued each other while her hand snaked downwards, jerking his sizeable cock through his pants. Up and down she moved and felt his dick twitch in her hand. "Before I want you in me, I'd like to return the favor. Take off your pants." Darren was way ahead of her and had his pants already halfway down before she could finish her sentence. His dick was as she expected, worthy of being worn by a blacksmith. She took it with her slender fingers and slowly started testing it out. Long, slow strokes was how she liked to start, paired with lightly letting just her fingers run from his base to the tip. From time to time she would look up and see Darren enjoy himself before focusing on his pleasure. She used her other hand to lightly caress his balls, cupping them and touching right behind them. Whenever she finally got into a nice rhythm he would start pumping his hips in unison with her strokes but every time she would go back to her fingers, making him mad with desire for her. Suddenly, she took his hand and guided it to her hair, closing him around it with her own. While pumping she moved closer to his rock-hard member and in between strokes she took most of his length into her mouth. Her mouth was wet and slippery and the sudden change of temperature elicited a grunt from his mouth. Her colorful hair in his hand and her eager lips around his cock felt amazing. He moved his hips in accordance with her blowing, twitching every time she licked the head of his penis. Each time his dick slid from her mouth she would make up for it by letting her hand follow before slurping him up again. "You're so good at this." Between pumps he managed to press those words out of himself. Her reaction was doubling the effort, letting him slip all the way into her throat until she couldn't take him anymore. She released him the moment she started gagging while he tensed up because of her tight throat pressing on his dick, forcing pleasure into him. Her boobs bounced up and down with the speed she was sucking him off. His soft balls were still subjected to her soft touches while she mouth fucked him hard. At this point he had already grabbed her head and used his own waist to determine the rhythm. All she did was apply pressure from all sides, sucking and licking his dick as he jammed it into her mouth again and again. Viria noticed his energy returning to him as he took more and more control out of her hands. He lightly pushed her off of him and onto the bed, her hair sprawling out under her, an enticing sight indeed. She closed her legs and turned onto her side, showing off her puffy nether lips and her cute butt. "Don't take me on the bed, blacksmith," she panted. "Fuck me against the wall." He mumbled something and walked over to her side. He took her outstretched hand and helped her up, immediately spinning her around and pushing her against the wall. "That's more like it, boy." She leaned forward and jutted out her ass, giving him a view of her perfect globes, his goal glistening in the middle. He caressed her butt with one hand and pushed his dick onto her sopping, wet pussy with the other. His penis hardened even more after tasting her girl-cum, leaking out so freely, turning into small droplets onto one of her legs. She felt him going up and down right at her entrance and she started begging for him to fuck her. "I can't take it anymore. I want you in me and I want it now!" The blacksmith needed no more encouragement and in one stroke he entered her. Her tight fuck-hole only resisted slightly and then he easily slid in, her lubrication aiding in letting him enter her warm, wet pussy. She let out a long moan as he filled her up to the brim with his rock. "Brace yourself," he said as his other hand found her ass as well, grabbing hold of her perfect globes and he started pounding Viria vigorously. Every time he pumped into her all the way, their hips clashed together, making a thumping sound. She moaned under his assault and tried to match his speed with her waist, pushing back in the same rhythm he buried her all the way to her womb. The longer he went on, she would open her legs more and more until she was spread so wide she could feel him fill her up so fully. Her boobs were squished entirely into the wall, creating beautiful sideboobs for him to drool over. He shifted himself and grabbed her glimmering hair in one hand while he reached around her leg with the other. He quickly found her pleasure-bud and started to wiggle over it. She moaned loudly into the wall, which fueled his excitement. He pulled onto her hair as he sped up even more. She was forced to look up as he entered her again and again. Viria quickly felt herself peaking and couldn't hold it in anymore. A short yelp escaped her lip as a strong orgasm washed through her body, making her legs buckle out from under her if it were not for his strong hands keeping her upright. Her mind was white with pleasure and her body tingled with the pleasure still rippling through her form. She turned her head and their tongues quickly found each other, wrestling within their mouths where they tasted each other. She languidly turned her hips, swaying his dick side-to-side inside of her. Then she pushed, freeing herself from his lovely grasp. She turned around and put a hand on his bare chest while bearing a naughty smile on her face. She then pushed him backwards and he fell on the bed, his eyes wide with surprise. She quickly climbed on top of him and purred like a cat when her waist was just above his. "Now it's my turn." Her hand guided his cock to her warm lovetunnel, twitching in eagerness of getting back in its sheath. Still smiling she positioned herself just above him, allowing him to look as she slowly descended upon him. Her smile turned into a silent 'O' as he filled her back up. She bottomed out on top of him, feeling him at the entrance to her womb. Her smile returned as she focused her eyes back onto his and gave him a fluttering kiss on his cheek and whispered "Now, don't hold back and fill me up with your seed. I want to feel your cum inside of me." She then positioned her hands on top of the blushing Darren's chest and slowly started rocking on top of him. It was no problem taking him back into her, he was still as hard as ever and her wetness hadn't gone down at all. She enjoyed the slow pumping however, it was time for the hottest and her most favorite part of sex. She quickened her pace to the point her breasts rocked up and down on her chest. She wanted his balls to empty everything into her welcoming pussy. She wanted to see him reach his climax and feel his warm jizz envelop her womb and drip out on his dick when she got him that far. She saw his eyes start to concentrate. She knew he was close now. She tightened her muscles, making her pussy even tighter than he had already enjoyed. It didn't take long for him to start matching her thrusts with thrusts of his own. He went so fast, she buckled over and laid on his chest, filling the roam with her moans. He put his arms around her slender back and held her tight, her bosom onto his chest and pounded away, feeling his bliss coming on. He quickly reached the point of no return. "I'm going to cum!" Between his grunts he told her and she felt his dick grow inside of her right before he unloaded his first sperm-filled shot. She felt her cheeks flush red when he strongly spurted her full of his man-juice. He was almost done and loosened his grip, making her sit upright and slowly stroked the rest out of him with her cum-soaked pussy. "Just let me have one more before we go to sleep." She panted and sat back, her hand darted towards her clit and she started furiously stroking it. Wet from both of their cum she quickly darted for another peak of her own. The moment she reached it he felt her pussy pulsing on his dick. The waves of pleasure washed through her as she slowed rubbing her cunt. Eventually, she came back to earth and he pulled her onto him, kissing her deeply and slowly. "Now that's how you get rid of poison," she sighed. She didn't bother getting up and while they caressed and fondled each other, they slowly fell asleep.