Darknei's Dilemma.

With a soft sigh Darknei wandered back to the bar placing the mug down and murmuring a silent thanks to the bartender. Turning she strolled back to the stairway walking up to find the room she called home for the time being. At times Darknei would have to catch herself on the railing stumbling as her addled-brain lacked the co-ordination.

Eventually she made it up in one piece ambling through to her room, it was fairly dark save for a series of candles about the room still flickering. Locking the door her garb was quickly shed and disposed of in the corner. "Time to work out some of this tension piggy" Darknei spoke to the figure sitting on the wardrobe, a fluffy pig she won from a state fair. Once free of her breeches the creature of exotic delight laid upon the straw-filled mattress with naught but the mageweave strap binding that impressive beam of dark steel.

Slowly it was pulled down one thigh, until that phallus bounced back to it's original position. How it craved the expert hands of it's owner, showing it's appreciation by flexing and swelling in the commanding grip of the goddess. Her head pressed back into the pillow while her face tentacles swayed about softly capturing the end of one and sucking it between those full lips. Slowly her play began in earnest covering that inky-black staff with a spreading warmth.

"Zannara..." The word was softly spoken while those hands pumped the swollen member, she applied pressure near the top causing the foreskin to roll over the edge of her broad crown. Every vein that adorned her cock pulsed against her palm, how she wished that mage was up here. Thoughts of the pretty damsel spurred the dark lady on, increasing her pace, feeling the flesh underneath heat up. It felt like polished granite by this stage, so silky smooth. Yet it would break a lesser race in half if used carelessly.

Perhaps the human that still lingered about the bar. She'd sort that little upstart out, The mage was roughly pushed down onto her stomach over the bar counter, Darknei's hand resting firmly upon her back. Without further thought, she hiked up the wench's skirt, bunching them around her waist while peering down at what could only be described as a delicious offering to a fallen god. The only feature decorating the alabaster skin was a streak of fuzzy black hair leading towards her sex. "Still yourself human. Or i swear you'll be giving birth to demons before long" A whisper was spoken against the maiden's ear.

The long stroking became urgent as the next thoughts played through her mind. The broad head of that black lance would be nudged against the human's puffy lips searching for arousal and feeling for resistance. Maybe a virgin? She didn't know. But the thought thrilled Darknei. She'd push into the mage parting those soft petals giving way to the alien that sought to claim her that night. Those silver eyes would gaze down, watching as inch by delicious inch sunk into her damp heat.

She imagined what it'd feel like. To have a warm body that didn't thrash violently, to lay there and accept the blessing Darknei gave that was rarely bestowed upon the mortal races. Imagine the soft cries as the human battled to take the forearm-thick pillar of midnight. Imagined the tight muscles that locked them both together. Ugh! Darknei looked down watching the blur of movement as her hand became a flurry of motion. Suddenly the thoughts turned a little violent as the alien started to buck into the human. Pilfering her delicate insides listening to each slap as her thigh's met the creamy rear of the mage. Burrowing into her tight nethers would be a thing of bliss Darknei thought. All that smooth ivory skin wound so tightly around the monk.

How willing would the subject below be though? She pretended. In her mind the alien would be selfish only thinking of her own need and not the fair beauty that was on the receiving end of such brutal pounding. "Uh! uh!" Soft cries escaped Darknei feeling her crown jewels starting to clench, letting the monk know it was only a matter of time. The human would cry out begging for more, demanding that Darknei bless the human with life's essence. That mage was an outlet, a target of built up frustration being apart from her lover.

Sounds of flesh hitting flesh resounded throughout the bar, if this was the real deal Darknei could picture everyone watching as the pretty human got hilted repeatedly. "I find this oddly fascinating" The night elf would say, "Ya! Keep goin' give us another ale to accompany such fine entertainment!" from the dwarf, "If my calculations are right in about 89.03 seconds this human will experience intense pleasure." Of course from the gnome. Was he wrong? Probably not, it must of been a tantalizing feast for the eyes, seeing such a lewd act on display.

Darknei grinned as a wicked thought came to mind, A trick that was usually saved for her beloved. Her tail crawled along the ebony length soaking in arousal until the tip reached the human, the point would be able seek out the pleasure point. Caressing the swollen nerve which resulted in the mage's sudden orgasm, Her muscles would grip Darknei tightly refusing to let go as spasms rippled throughout her dainty body.

The alien didn't let up, It wasn't time just yet. A little further, each thrust grew in strength, born out of sheer desperation.Her length continued to work the maiden like a well-oiled piston , The audience could see the build-up of fluid seep from the slick joining, forming a small puddle on the wooden floor that expanded due to the relentless rutting above. The smell of sex was heavy in the air, an aphrodisiac that spurred the mighty demon onwards. They'd hear the cries of passion, the loud grunting as Darknei's heavy sack twitched for the last time.


A feeling of euphoria overwhelmed Darknei as her swollen length began to deliver it's potent payload, filling the silken channel to the brim until the excess started to leak out of the filled passage. Darknei remained hilted while she continued to empty herself within the maiden, until the last glob of spunk joined the puddle below. The alien finally withdrew from the maiden's loins, her inky-black skin covered in a layer of sweat.

Something warm,wet and very sticky landed upon her angelic face and neck..even her ample bust wasn't safe from the rain of fluid that splattered across her ebony flesh. It didn't stop until the last salvo had decorated her toned stomach with the last droplets. Darknei glanced down noticing that her length still twitched slightly remaining hard while a thin misty trail of semen linked the crown to the bare pelvis below.

God...what a night, the alien relaxed back into the mattress her head tilting to the side on the pillow while those sultry lips parted. A silent plea was made to the troll. "Don't hurt me. This was just me. Not another woman. I miss you." Still...she had to wonder what her mate would think...walking in to find her exotic catch covered in her own seed. With a chuckle the alien would most likely be tossed in the trough outside the inn usually reserved for horses. She pictured the troll laughing with the rest of the crowd. humiliation at it's finest.