Warlord

“Ooohhh, you should have seen him, Father,” Irene moaned, touching herself through her clothes. “He was so powerful!”



Nekajo stared at his daughter as he was getting a blowjob from a captive girl. Irene was intentionally provoking him, knowing she was the woman he wanted most, and couldn’t have. He forced his hard cock deeper down the female slave’s throat.



“I want him inside me,” Irene lifted her skirt and started fingering herself. “The man who killed Overdose and Thungir. I want him sooooo bad!”



Nekajo growled. He grabbed his slave girl by the neck, pulling her face roughly back and forth until he came. The girl choked, gasping after she was let go.



“Please fuck me master,” the girl gasped, clutching Nekajo’s leg. “I need you!”



Nekajo lifted her, fucking her standing.







Irene watched Jeram move through the forest. He was slender and moved easily.



“Jeram Longbow,” she whispered in his ear as she materialized. Jeram looked her way without jumping.



“Hey, cutie,” he smiled at her.



Trying to conceal her own surprise, Irene smiled back. “I’ve been watching you.”



“You’ve got a good eye for the finer things,” Jeram said. “I do too.”



“Aren’t you married?” Irene shuffled her feet with faux innocence.



“I am,” he said.



“You bad boy,” Irene leaned forward, pouting her lips. “Do you want us both at the same time?”



“I don’t know if you could handle my wife,” Jeram caught Irene around the waist with one arm. “She might be too much for you.”



Irene squealed. “I didn’t think you’d be so dirty,” she giggled.



Jeram started moving again, bounding through the forest like a swift cat. “Now you know!” he called out.



The sorceress tried to give chase, but had a hard time navigating the dense plant life. “Hard to get?”



The elf was gone. Irene stared about her, seeing nothing.



Strong hands cupped her breasts from behind. Irene gasped.



“You’re it,” Jeram whispered, then dashed off.



Irene breathed hard. She’d never been so off-balance with a man. Again, she tried to chase the elf, this time teleporting ahead.



Lips on her ear, and hands wrapped around her body, again from behind. Irene moaned, turning to kiss her new lover. He teased her, putting his lips close but never touching as he ran his hands over her body. His hands felt good. Strong and confident.



“Come with me,” Irene whispered. “I’ll let you do everything to me.”



Jeram didn’t answer. He pinched one of Irene’s nipples, and she moaned.



“Take me with you,” Irene moaned. She started pressing against Jeram, feeling his slender body against her. “I’ll eat your wife out in front of you. You can have me and her at the same time.”



Jeram kissed her now, caressing her tongue with his as one of his hands went between her legs.



“Ah!” Irene squeaked, feeling skilled, slender fingers pinch her clitoris. “OOooh!”



Jeram’s fingers sped up, and Irene groaned as she ground her hips against him. She tried to turn around, but he held her in place.



“Please,” Irene whispered, her body trembling as she hovered on the verge of climax. “M-make love to me! PleEEEase!” She bucked, cumming on Jeram’s fingers. As she gasped, the elf turned her around and looked in her eyes.



She looked young. She looked vulnerable.



“Do you love me?” Jeram asked, startled.



The sorceress’ mouth moved, but no sound came out. Jeram slowly removed her clothing, looking in her eyes as he did.



“I love you,” Irene whispered. Jeram kissed her, feeling up her now naked body. She was no longer the aggressor, letting Jeram take the lead.



Jeram took a fat tit into his mouth, squeezing Irene’s ass with his hands. She held him by the hair and mashed her boobs against Jeram’s face, watching them swell.



With one hand, Jeram undid his pants and pulled his cock out. He guided it to the entrance of Irene’s tight pussy, and she wiggled down on it. The couple started moving, building a rhythm. Jeram held Irene close, supporting her. The sorceress wrapped her arms and legs around him, letting Jeram bounce her on his dick.



“Do you love your wife?” Irene gasped.



Jeram kissed her, and she came again. Seconds later, his hot semen filled her.



They kept kissing. Jeram eased to the ground, holding Irene on his lap.



“So do you?” she asked.



“I don’t know,” Jeram answered honestly. “I don’t know if I’m capable of being in love.”



“Really?” Irene regarded him. “You’re a complex person, Jeram Longbow.”



Jeram shrugged. “Not really.”



“My father might kill you soon,” Irene said. “I hope he doesn’t.”



“Me, too.”



Irene smiled. “Go home and fuck your wife,” she purred in his ear. “My father might take her from you soon.”



With that, Irene vanished.