The Syncharion Ascendance RP (Floozer, Khorne)
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The Eidolon's eyes go wide and he nearly falls off the seat. "Damn. I must say, you look quite fine!" He says, grinning. "But, the party is tomorrow. Meet you here?" He says, unable to take his eyes off the slit.
With his ass now empty, gaping slightly, and still high up in the air, Klaus revels in what remains of the rough treatment, as well as the afterglow of his lovely climax. Tauntingly, he rolls his eyes at the man in his mouth who remains, and snaps with his damp fingers to get a move on. Hands now vacant, they snake their way up to his balls, tweaking and massaging for the sake of throwing him over.
He groans, but continues to fuck his face, going at a harder pace now, his balls slapping into his chin with every thrust. Looks like he's going to need a little something extra...
"Yep. That's true... Um... Don't really know, actually. There's been a bit of a job shortage recently. Maybe you should work with a slaver for a while? They can give you tips and stuff." He says, shrugging.
His throat tightens, and then relaxes, letting the man have his way with his mouth at whatever pace he desires, soreness he may surely feel later be damned. Still determined to give him the something extra, one of his hands trails farther back, grazing the man's asshole as he presses one and then two fingers inside on a whim. His fingers prod insistently in search of the man's prostate.
He grunts when he feels his throat go to work, and lets out a groan as his prostate is pressed, precum leaking profusely into Klaus' mouth. However, a minute later, he's still going strong. Then, with a groan, he pulls out of his mouth. "Fuck. His mouth ain't gonna do it..." The sailor mutters before walking around to his gaping ass and slowly sliding his dick inside, taking it slow before he builds up to a fast rutting pace. He's about an inch smaller than the leader, but he makes up for it in girth, his dick stretching Klaus' asshole even further apart.
Klaus had no qualms here, and the strain in his voice betrays his composure once again as his ass is stretched even wider. Tentatively, he rolls his jaw a few times, smiling at the gratifying ache the men were leaving him with from both ends. All the more eager to help the one behind reach his climax, his tight inner muscles ripple eagerly, practically sucking him in.
The man somehow manages to rut him even faster when he feels the muscles in his ass clenching down around his dicks, and finally, after five full minutes of hard fucking, he cums, blowing a big load right into his ass before pulling out with a groan. "Ooooh fuck. This fuckboy is good..." He groans, stepping away.
Back in the slave market square, she finds him easily enough, as he stands out in the crowd thanks to his white suit. He's sitting at a table with his legs propped up on it, and reading a book. Squeaky is fluttering around nearby, trying to keep his slaves in line while also trying to avoid their grabs, which she mostly fails at as she's passed around and hugged tightly so they can hear her squeak. Phorsaal notices that he's got a new batch of slaves this time, except for the dark elf, who, surprisingly, is sitting next to him with her legs crossed on the chair, which bares her pussy to the world.
Jackal notices her approach and sits up straight with a grin, taking his feet off the table. "Ah! Phorcide! To what do I owe the pleasure of your fine company today?" He asks. The dark elf looks up, and gets up to bring another chair for Phorsaal, which she places opposite Jackal.
Jackal notices her approach and sits up straight with a grin, taking his feet off the table. "Ah! Phorcide! To what do I owe the pleasure of your fine company today?" He asks. The dark elf looks up, and gets up to bring another chair for Phorsaal, which she places opposite Jackal.
"That's a wrap? Yeah, I do what I can." Klaus says nonchalantly, stretching out on the floor to let the cum trickle from his ass. Then, he stands up again, knees regaining their strength, as he pops the joints in his shoulders and back. "So, this happen often with the crew?" He asks, starting to walk out of the kitchen to see what's happening on deck.
A fresh salty breeze hits his face as he steps out onto the deck. They were pretty far from the shore, and it was starting to get dark. "Not when it's a burly dude. But you look a lot like a girl. Plus you got a cunt. So yeah, this was a little extra." The leader says, coming up behind him and slapping his ass, making more cum drip out of his ass.
She moves over to the offered seat and sits down with him "I am looking to kill time honestly, so I figured I might as well learn a bit more from you while doing it. I was at Hark's bar looking at the job board but one of the jobs was shady as hell and the only other one was... well... to go after an orc, which I don't favor my chances with."
"Mmh. Fair enough. So you figured you'd spend time with little old me, so you can steal some tips and tricks?" He says, narrowing his eyes. Phorsaal can't tell whether he's joking or actually serious.
"Hey, man. I was just kidding! Chill!" Jackal says, laughing. "Weeell... I'll be heading to the orc lands in a while. Wanna tag along?" He asks. "In faaact... You could probably take that Orc job, meet me here, and then we'll go see if I can't teach ya how to trick one of those dumbfucks." He says, grinning at her.
It's still there alright. As well as the rather large Ultima sitting rather uncomfortably in the tiny bar chairs. He's ripped, to say the least, with bulging muscles all over his body, and an equally sizable bulge at the crotch of his large black shorts with a white dragon logo on the right thigh. He's wearing steel gauntlets, and isn't wearing a shirt.
He's got dark red skin, almost blood-coloured, now that she's seeing him up close. He has eyes that are completely yellow, and glowing a little. He tilts his head for a second, then stands and raises his hand up to his elbow, then makes the shape of a curvy figure in the air before sitting back down.
He holds up a thumb in the air, before nodding and sliding a piece of paper with his address written on it to her over the table.
She takes the paper and puts it in her pocket. "As you desire good sir, I will return as soon as I have one to your specifications!" With a quick bow to the giant man, she runs back out of the bar and over to Jackal again. "Ok, so we need a female orc, about this tall and with an amazingly curvy body!"
"Hmm... Curvy is not a problem. Height, maaaaybe. Orcs tend to be like... Five to six feet tall. And females a little shorter... We might have to look around a bit." He says, rubbing his chin.
"Ah, most of them are harmless. But yeah. Definitely don't wanna piss one off. Aaaand yes, unless you wanna fuck me or my slave or my imp." He says, chuckling.