Vahn's Lonely Night
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+G through L › Legend Of Legaia
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Adult +
Chapters:
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1,748
Reviews:
3
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Currently Reading:
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Vahn's Lonely Night
Vahn's Lonely Night
Vahn had just reached the Drake Castle in his journey to stop the Mist. Finally reaching Drake Castle, Vahn found that it was much much bigger than he had expected. Even with his newly found Ra-Seru, Meta, on his side, it was still extremely tiring to explore the castle and fight off the monsters.
Luckily for him, he and Meta found a room in the back of the castle to rest in.
"Vahn, this room seems to be deserted. You may rest in it if you wish. And I will stand guard," Meta spoke telepathically to the boy.
Vahn just nodded in agreement like he usually does.
With that Meta disconnected the link to give him privacy as he slept. Finding himself alone in an empty room in an empty castle, with a magical guardian standing guard, the young hero's thoughts began to wander.
He may be the hero that's about to save the entire world, but after all, Vahn was just another 14 year old horny teenager. And like all horny boys, he found his hand to his hardening penis even with his eyes closed. Rubbing his bulge though his pants, Vahn couldn't help but think how wrong it was to be touching himself while he should be focusing on freeing the world from the Mist. But he couldn't help it. His fingers found themselves beneath his pants and found their prize.
His careful hands grasped the dripping flesh in a tight grip and started stroking with his enhanced speed. Vahn gasped and moaned at his own doings. It felt so good. It was like he couldn't take anymore, but can't have enough.
His free right hand groped towards his chest and quickly found his hard nipples underneath his Hunter Clothes. Just as quickly, he unequipped himself of all his armor and lied on the bed again. Naked.
Vahn's left hand went back to its goal and continued stroking his cock again. His right pinched and tweaked his pink hard nipples in time with his stroking. Vahn couldn't help but moan out loud with each stroke and pinch. Soon, the quiet hero from Rim Elm was moaning out a storm to his own talented hands.
The waves of pleasure pulsed through his entire body, but he still wanted more. Needed more. His fingers took a break from circling and pinching his nipples and traveled down his toned body. They trailed down his hard chest and then through his soft pubes. Finally they found what they were searching for so aimlessly: Vahn's boyhole.
His index finger circled the pink pucker slowly before gently pushing in. Vahn groaned as he felt his own finger penetrate his so sensitive spot. He pushed in a bit further and wiggled it around, frantically searching for that sweet spot inside him. Ever since Ixis introduced him to the world of anal pleasures, Vahn couldn't wait to give himself a prostate massage every night.
His other hand continued stroking his hard cock as he added another finger to his hole. This time, the groan was a deep long moan, lusting for something bigger and harder than his fingers. Vahn needed more. He wanted his entire body full of pleasure and his nipples were starting to feel neglected. Yet he only had two hands, both busy with his dripping cock and tight hole, and couldn't give up either of them at the moment. Vahn threw his head to the side, arched his back and moaned loudly as a third finger joined the two in his boyhole. It was then that our quiet hero saw the solution to his problem.
Beside the bed was the pile of equipment he had so hurriedly gotten rid of in his quest for self pleasure. Sticking out in the pile was his trusty Survival Knife with a long handle and a bulb at the end. And at this point, Vahn decided that it will serve as his survival dildo.
Not wanting to lose the pleasure but yet lusting for more, Vahn stopped stroking and gently pulled out his fingers. He quickly walked over to the equipment pile and grabbed his knife, and taking a vial of Medicine with it back to the bed. Vahn then spread the clear fluid over his palm and stroked the knife handle as if it were his friend Ixis's manhood, making sure to get lots of medicine on the bulb at the end. As he laid back down, he pushed his still gooey fingers into his pulsating hole, spreading his make-shift lube around inside of him. Groaning at the loss of stimulation as his fingers left, Vahn positioned the bulb at his tight hole and gently pushed it in. With a pop, the end of the handle slid past his tight muscle and Vahn moaned loudly at the new sensation.
His lubed fingers found their way back to his hard nipples and gently pinched each one, coating them with the cool liquid. With his other hand, he glided the handle into himself until the hilt touched his smooth tanned cheeks. Vahn's inner muscles tightened and his cock throbbed, begging for attention as it dripped with pre-cum. Once he adjusted to the new sensation, he began moving the handle in and out, slowing pulling it until the bulb then pushing it back in against his prostate. As he adjusted and his lust grew, he started slamming the bulb against his sweet spot over and over again, making his cock twitch and leak each time.
Knowing he can't last much longer, Vahn stopped his motions. He then took the "dildo" out, only to stab the knife hard into the floor with the handle pointing straight at the ceiling. Reaching for the medicine again, he poured straight out of the bottle onto the bulb of the handle and caressed it as if it were his own penis. He positioned himself with the handle pressing against his boyhole again, and slowly slid down. Once he hit the hilt, he slid up and down on the slippery handle, hitting that sweet spot again and again. His left hand alternated between pinching his left nipple and pinching his right nipple. His right hand took turns stroking his cock and squeezing his bouncing balls.
Vahn knew he was so close, yet he didn't want it to end. But under the care of his talented hands, he knew his orgasm couldn't wait any longer. As if he were punishing himself, Vahn let go of his throbbing cock, only to relocate both his hands to his nipples. Pinching both pink nubs hard, he bounced on the handle harder with his trained legs doing all the work. Holding on to his nipples for dear life and continuing his squat exercises on the handle, Vahn was screaming loud enough for the Hunter's Spring to hear him.
But he didn't care. Right now, all Vahn cares about is the pleasure he's feeling all over his body: his delicate hole fucked hard and raw by his own weapon, his nipples tortured and squeezed by his own fetish-filled hands, his cock ready to explode and pouring into a puddle of pre-cum on the floor in front of him.
Then it came. Vahn's eyes shot open wide as he felt approaching the biggest and strongest orgasm of his teenage life. His right hand immediately shot towards his twitching cock, gripped hard and stroked frantically. His other hand played with the nipple like it was trying to erase the red nub from his chest. His squats became faster and more furious as it built up.
Then it happened. His balls clenched and his hole tightened. His entire body was on fire. Vahn screamed at the top of his lungs as he felt the hot cum race from the base of his penis and burst out from the tip of the head. His eyes clenched shut and filled with tears as the orgasm wracked through his entire body. Shot after shot, his cock spewed white hot boy cum while Vahn screamed and cried from his pleasure overload. After lasting for several minutes that seemed like hours and thirteen shots of wondrous torture, it came to a dribbling finish.
All Vahn could do was whimper as he fell forward to his hand and knees. With his cock still emptying the last of his teen cum and his face wet with tears of pleasure, he was a babbling mess. Unable to support himself with his arms, the young hero fell face first into the now huge puddle of his cum. Completely drained from his mind shattering orgasm, he fell into a deep sleep on the floor.
The next morning, Meta, the trusty guardian Ra-Seru, had quite a number of questions for the embarrassed hero to answer. Like, why was Vahn asleep on the floor when there was a bed available for him? And why was he naked? What is the fluid covering the entire front of his body including his face? Why is the stock of Medicine all empty? And finally, why in the world was his Survival Knife sticking out of his butt?
~ End ~
My first fic ever!
Constructive comments appreciated.
Destructive comments ignored.
XD
Vahn had just reached the Drake Castle in his journey to stop the Mist. Finally reaching Drake Castle, Vahn found that it was much much bigger than he had expected. Even with his newly found Ra-Seru, Meta, on his side, it was still extremely tiring to explore the castle and fight off the monsters.
Luckily for him, he and Meta found a room in the back of the castle to rest in.
"Vahn, this room seems to be deserted. You may rest in it if you wish. And I will stand guard," Meta spoke telepathically to the boy.
Vahn just nodded in agreement like he usually does.
With that Meta disconnected the link to give him privacy as he slept. Finding himself alone in an empty room in an empty castle, with a magical guardian standing guard, the young hero's thoughts began to wander.
He may be the hero that's about to save the entire world, but after all, Vahn was just another 14 year old horny teenager. And like all horny boys, he found his hand to his hardening penis even with his eyes closed. Rubbing his bulge though his pants, Vahn couldn't help but think how wrong it was to be touching himself while he should be focusing on freeing the world from the Mist. But he couldn't help it. His fingers found themselves beneath his pants and found their prize.
His careful hands grasped the dripping flesh in a tight grip and started stroking with his enhanced speed. Vahn gasped and moaned at his own doings. It felt so good. It was like he couldn't take anymore, but can't have enough.
His free right hand groped towards his chest and quickly found his hard nipples underneath his Hunter Clothes. Just as quickly, he unequipped himself of all his armor and lied on the bed again. Naked.
Vahn's left hand went back to its goal and continued stroking his cock again. His right pinched and tweaked his pink hard nipples in time with his stroking. Vahn couldn't help but moan out loud with each stroke and pinch. Soon, the quiet hero from Rim Elm was moaning out a storm to his own talented hands.
The waves of pleasure pulsed through his entire body, but he still wanted more. Needed more. His fingers took a break from circling and pinching his nipples and traveled down his toned body. They trailed down his hard chest and then through his soft pubes. Finally they found what they were searching for so aimlessly: Vahn's boyhole.
His index finger circled the pink pucker slowly before gently pushing in. Vahn groaned as he felt his own finger penetrate his so sensitive spot. He pushed in a bit further and wiggled it around, frantically searching for that sweet spot inside him. Ever since Ixis introduced him to the world of anal pleasures, Vahn couldn't wait to give himself a prostate massage every night.
His other hand continued stroking his hard cock as he added another finger to his hole. This time, the groan was a deep long moan, lusting for something bigger and harder than his fingers. Vahn needed more. He wanted his entire body full of pleasure and his nipples were starting to feel neglected. Yet he only had two hands, both busy with his dripping cock and tight hole, and couldn't give up either of them at the moment. Vahn threw his head to the side, arched his back and moaned loudly as a third finger joined the two in his boyhole. It was then that our quiet hero saw the solution to his problem.
Beside the bed was the pile of equipment he had so hurriedly gotten rid of in his quest for self pleasure. Sticking out in the pile was his trusty Survival Knife with a long handle and a bulb at the end. And at this point, Vahn decided that it will serve as his survival dildo.
Not wanting to lose the pleasure but yet lusting for more, Vahn stopped stroking and gently pulled out his fingers. He quickly walked over to the equipment pile and grabbed his knife, and taking a vial of Medicine with it back to the bed. Vahn then spread the clear fluid over his palm and stroked the knife handle as if it were his friend Ixis's manhood, making sure to get lots of medicine on the bulb at the end. As he laid back down, he pushed his still gooey fingers into his pulsating hole, spreading his make-shift lube around inside of him. Groaning at the loss of stimulation as his fingers left, Vahn positioned the bulb at his tight hole and gently pushed it in. With a pop, the end of the handle slid past his tight muscle and Vahn moaned loudly at the new sensation.
His lubed fingers found their way back to his hard nipples and gently pinched each one, coating them with the cool liquid. With his other hand, he glided the handle into himself until the hilt touched his smooth tanned cheeks. Vahn's inner muscles tightened and his cock throbbed, begging for attention as it dripped with pre-cum. Once he adjusted to the new sensation, he began moving the handle in and out, slowing pulling it until the bulb then pushing it back in against his prostate. As he adjusted and his lust grew, he started slamming the bulb against his sweet spot over and over again, making his cock twitch and leak each time.
Knowing he can't last much longer, Vahn stopped his motions. He then took the "dildo" out, only to stab the knife hard into the floor with the handle pointing straight at the ceiling. Reaching for the medicine again, he poured straight out of the bottle onto the bulb of the handle and caressed it as if it were his own penis. He positioned himself with the handle pressing against his boyhole again, and slowly slid down. Once he hit the hilt, he slid up and down on the slippery handle, hitting that sweet spot again and again. His left hand alternated between pinching his left nipple and pinching his right nipple. His right hand took turns stroking his cock and squeezing his bouncing balls.
Vahn knew he was so close, yet he didn't want it to end. But under the care of his talented hands, he knew his orgasm couldn't wait any longer. As if he were punishing himself, Vahn let go of his throbbing cock, only to relocate both his hands to his nipples. Pinching both pink nubs hard, he bounced on the handle harder with his trained legs doing all the work. Holding on to his nipples for dear life and continuing his squat exercises on the handle, Vahn was screaming loud enough for the Hunter's Spring to hear him.
But he didn't care. Right now, all Vahn cares about is the pleasure he's feeling all over his body: his delicate hole fucked hard and raw by his own weapon, his nipples tortured and squeezed by his own fetish-filled hands, his cock ready to explode and pouring into a puddle of pre-cum on the floor in front of him.
Then it came. Vahn's eyes shot open wide as he felt approaching the biggest and strongest orgasm of his teenage life. His right hand immediately shot towards his twitching cock, gripped hard and stroked frantically. His other hand played with the nipple like it was trying to erase the red nub from his chest. His squats became faster and more furious as it built up.
Then it happened. His balls clenched and his hole tightened. His entire body was on fire. Vahn screamed at the top of his lungs as he felt the hot cum race from the base of his penis and burst out from the tip of the head. His eyes clenched shut and filled with tears as the orgasm wracked through his entire body. Shot after shot, his cock spewed white hot boy cum while Vahn screamed and cried from his pleasure overload. After lasting for several minutes that seemed like hours and thirteen shots of wondrous torture, it came to a dribbling finish.
All Vahn could do was whimper as he fell forward to his hand and knees. With his cock still emptying the last of his teen cum and his face wet with tears of pleasure, he was a babbling mess. Unable to support himself with his arms, the young hero fell face first into the now huge puddle of his cum. Completely drained from his mind shattering orgasm, he fell into a deep sleep on the floor.
The next morning, Meta, the trusty guardian Ra-Seru, had quite a number of questions for the embarrassed hero to answer. Like, why was Vahn asleep on the floor when there was a bed available for him? And why was he naked? What is the fluid covering the entire front of his body including his face? Why is the stock of Medicine all empty? And finally, why in the world was his Survival Knife sticking out of his butt?
~ End ~
My first fic ever!
Constructive comments appreciated.
Destructive comments ignored.
XD