The Syncharion Ascendance RP (Floozer, Khorne)
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"A-Aah! Fuuuck! Okaaay!" The elf yells, gasping at the spank to her ass and screwing her eyes shut as she fights off her orgasm. "Good, good. Establish dominance. That's the only thing they listen to..." Jackal murmurs into her ear as he pounds her hard and fast.
She pounds away at that sweet ass as fast and hard as she possibly can... which means she is fucking herself on Jackal's cocks as well. Pleasure builds inside of her rather quickly, so she suddenly flips the girl onto her back and dives down to suck on her nipples.
The elf's ass tightens up even further at the twisting motion, followed by the nipple sucking. She grabs the back of Phorsaal's head and pushes her further into her D-cup breasts, forcing her to suckle even harder.
She sucks hard enough for it to start to sting as she keeps on pounding that ass. With a sudden moan of pleasure, her cock erupts with another huge load of cum, pumping the elfs ass full enough to swell out her stomach and give her a round belly.
"Fuck! Yes! Fill my slutty ass up!" The elf screams, her eyes rolling back into her head as she cums, spraying Phorsaal with her cum. Jackal yanks Phorsaal back, popping her knot out, and slams her down onto the table, leaving her face right in front of the elf's pussy, as he continues to ream her holes, grunting and growling as he fucks her silly.
Klaus nods in assent, wriggling in discomfort as the drop of cum runs down his leg. "That's fair, yeah." After taking a moment to wipe it off and slip his clothes halfhazardly back on, he starts staring out at the sea as he bides his time. The slight darkness might actually help him when it comes to his plan, possibly obscuring the sailors' vision, and he wracks his mind in search of a Syncharion portal nearby. The moment they look away for long enough, he'll whip up a distant illusion of a horny, tentacle-dick sporting kraken, fit to split a man on its massive tendrils. It may be primitive, but if he can sneak his way into casting the illusion, he might just get a chance to lead the ship in the right direction.
For some very odd reason, there was a portal somewhere close by, right in the middle of sea. This made zero sense... He would have to wait for at least an hour, maybe more, for darkness to fall completely before he can cast an illusion. Then, he feels his pants being yanked down just enough to expose his asshole, and a dick grinding against it once more. "Sorry, but I just can't resist... You leaning over the rail like this with that girly ass sticking out is just too much..." The leader says, chuckling as he presses his dick into Klaus' asshole.
The elf gasps loudly and moans as her pussy is teased, and shifts a little closer so Phorsaal can have better access. Jackal continues to rut her like an animal, growling ferally as he slams into her.
The elf gasps loudly and moans as her pussy is teased, and shifts a little closer so Phorsaal can have better access. Jackal continues to rut her like an animal, growling ferally as he slams into her.
The elf lets out a strangled moan as Phorsaal manages to fit her whole hand inside her pussy. Jackal keeps slamming into her, showing no signs of slowing down or cumming anytime soon.
"Don't fucking care!" He yells, her tightened holes making her feel every ring of his cock as it slams into her holes.
So be it. Klaus certainly has a fine way to pass the time, and he sticks his ass out just a bit farther back, effectively sinking the leader's thick crown deeper into his cum-slick hole. "What, like this?" He asks with a jeering tone, still scanning the horizon as he holds the rail tight. In the hope that the boat doesn't travel too far from the portal, he makes a mental note of its location. It was strange for there to be a portal so far out in the middle of the sea, but Klaus was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Curiously, he peers out across the deck, secretly hoping to meet the sheepish gaze of Richie as the leader has his way once again.
"Yep! Exactly like that!" The leader says, ramming the rest of his length into his asshole with a wet squelch. He grinds his dick back and forth inside his asshole at a somewhat brisk pace as he leans forward to grope his breasts. Klaus catches sight of Richie hiding behind a door, his dick in his hand as he jerks off to the sight of Klaus getting fucked in the ass.
He continues pounding her, not even replying to her question. She notices his gaze is completely different, more animalistic than before, as he pants and continues to rut her. His knots throb and bulge inside her, now rapidly squelching in and out with each thrust.
He continues pounding her, not even replying to her question. She notices his gaze is completely different, more animalistic than before, as he pants and continues to rut her. His knots throb and bulge inside her, now rapidly squelching in and out with each thrust.
With a self-satisfied smirk, Klaus continues to stare at Richie in the hope that he notices. He drapes his arms lazily over the rail, letting his chin rest on his forearm, as one hand trails down to pump his own neglected length. Throughly relaxed, he looses a moan at the new sensitivity of his hard cock, rolling his hips back when he can to meet the leader on a thrust.
Richie notices Klaus looking, and, blushing, shoves his hard dick back into his pants before running off elsewhere. "That your fuckboy? A pussy, that one." The leader says, glancing at the spot where Richie was. He picks up the pace, slamming into him faster.
Jackal pants as he stares blankly at her, then leans forward and bites down on her neck. He thrusts into her hard for another few minutes before he cums, his hips jerking as he slams into her, firing ropes of his cum into her as the tendrils on his dicks spread her passages wide open for his seed.
Jackal pants as he stares blankly at her, then leans forward and bites down on her neck. He thrusts into her hard for another few minutes before he cums, his hips jerking as he slams into her, firing ropes of his cum into her as the tendrils on his dicks spread her passages wide open for his seed.
He stumbles back, groaning and clutching his head. He looks... Different. Was he always that hairy...? And where did those claws and pointed ears suddenly pop up from...? "Uuhhhh. What the fuuuuu-? Whas goin' ooonn!?" He says drunkenly.
The elf's eyes are wide with surprise. "I- I have no idea! This never happened before!" She says, backing away a bit and shifting so that Phorsaal is between her and the slightly transformed Jackal. "Oi! Someone explain why my head hurts like a bitch, and I blacked out right after I said something to Phorsaal!" Jackal says, groaning and sitting in a chair.
"The fuck?" He turns and looks into the mirror behind the slaves' stage. He's quiet for a long while. "So it seems..." He murmurs. Then, he turns and walks over to Phorsaal. He looks taller, and his knees are slightly bent, like a dog standing upright. "Okay... I figure this is the same son of a bitch who gave me the potion that chamged my dicks." Jackal says, grimacing.
"More or less. He's a prude though." Klaus answers the inevitable question with a shrug, bearing the same response to Richie's departure. "Fine by me, he can go blue-balled for all I care right now." He accentuates the words with a hint of unintended exasperation, pressing his hips back against the leader's cock to combat any sense of stress, before pulling back forwards, thrusting into his own hand as his prick pokes out against the railing.
With the ignoring of his offered oral, Colahr felt even more powerless. He didn't have free will until he solved his problem with the elf, which meant he had no currency but his body. Sitting and taking the drink, he sighed and looked toward the door longingly.
"Colahr," he said with a sip before looking back, "I really just need to find the elf and her master, Rikaria. Until I'm out of this... s-situation, I can't even focus on getting laid. You can absorb this further alone, all I ask is information to leave you be, get myself free, then get even. Elf or not, these fuckers... they've pissed me off and made me bad company."
"Colahr," he said with a sip before looking back, "I really just need to find the elf and her master, Rikaria. Until I'm out of this... s-situation, I can't even focus on getting laid. You can absorb this further alone, all I ask is information to leave you be, get myself free, then get even. Elf or not, these fuckers... they've pissed me off and made me bad company."
"Well, right now, we need to find the guy who gave me that fucking potion, and beat the living shit out of him before asking him how to turn me back!" Jackal growls. "But... Master... You look kinda sexy like that..." One of the slaves mutters, getting nodes from a couple of others. "Well, if he didn't turn into a mindless rutting beast every time he had sex, I'd agree." The elf says, a bit of cum leaking out of her ass. Squeaky just gurgles something inaudible and passes out again. Jackal looks at Phorsaal with an eyebrow raised. "And what do you think, my dear?" He asks.
"Indeed. Although he seems to be stuck to you. Rather unwillingly, if I may say so. May I know the conditions of his following you around like a barnacle on a whale?" The leader asks, leaning over Klaus so he can get his dick in deeper, and slamming in even faster as he continues to grope and squeeze his breasts.
"Indeed. Although he seems to be stuck to you. Rather unwillingly, if I may say so. May I know the conditions of his following you around like a barnacle on a whale?" The leader asks, leaning over Klaus so he can get his dick in deeper, and slamming in even faster as he continues to grope and squeeze his breasts.