Waking up was always the worst part of the day. Sitting up; he moved his legs over the edge of the bed and looked over his room at the inn. The blanket pooling in lap as it revealed his upper body; his build that of a gymnast, a few small scars littering his body with a major one starting at the bottom of his heart, and going to the bottom right of his stomach. He had a dusky skin tone to him.

Strewn around were pieces of clothing and leather armor. Gods this room was a mess, he'd need to clean it soon or suffer another earful from the matriarch of his abode. Getting up he felt various pops go throughout his body, his blanket falling away revealing him to be only in a pair of black silk boxers. He stood to be a little above 6 feet. He began to stretch, then scratched at his boxed beard, he'd need to trim it soon, it was getting long. Heading to the bathroom, he looked in the mirror at his face. His face had soft almond brown eyes, nubian nose, and thin lips. He had a scar from his left eyebrow to the top of his lip. Falling around his face was a mop of dark ebony hair that faded to gray at the tips and reached his neck.

Taking the cloth, he dipped it into a bucket of water and began to wipe himself down with it. Taking off his underwear, he revealed his toned butt, and his flaccid member that was around 3 1/2 inches in this state. Setting the cloth on the lip of the bucket; he released a sigh, and went back to the main room. He started to grab up the clothing to clean it up a bit.

It was then that he heard a knock on the door, and without his response the matriarch's daughter opened it and walked in.

"Hey, Mr. Faur. I came to make sure you were up and didn't miss breakfast." She stopped once she got a good look at his current state, a blush creeping across her face. The woman appeared to be a bit younger than him, and stood a head shorter at 5'6". She had fair skin and a lithe frame. She had blue eyes, with long short curly brown hair in a bob cut. Full lips, a cute button nose, and full lashes decorated her face. She was dressed mostly for sex appeal in hopes to get those visiting for drinks to spend more money. She wore a leather bustier with a low cut off the shoulder blouse, this helped to accentuate her perky B-cup breast. Below that was a black thigh slit skirt, under one could see she had on a pair of black leggings.

She suddenly snapped to her senses and let out a squeak, "Oh, I am terribly sorry." She slammed the door shut. She stood on the other side, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel traces of a wetness in her loins, as the image of him permeated in her head and took root.

"I…I'll just leave you." Her lips were dry, she could barely speak. She speeded away from the door.

Back inside Mr. Faur just continued to stare at the door, a bit confused if he was honest. Shrugging; he went back to the task at hand before dressing, he was dressed in his leather armor, under it he had on a gray long-sleeved hooded shirt, tan pants, with various pouches strapped to the thigh of the legs. On his feet were a pair of combat boots, and strapped to his waist was a basic straight sword. As he began to walk out he grabbed a quiver and shortbow that was next to the door, putting it on his back.

He made his way down to the tavern part of the inn, finding some light activity from the other early risers, eating some breakfast. Tending to the tables was the daughter, who upon seeing him coming down, found herself blushing once more as the image popped into her head. She quickly looked and busied herself.

He gave a small smile at her back and went to the counter where the matriarch was standing behind it.

"Well good morning Sweetie, how'd you sleep?" The matriarch was an older lady that stood around the same height of her daughter. She had salt & pepper hair that was put up in a tight bun. She had blue eyes as well, heart-shaped lips with pink lipstick, and cat eyelashes. The matriarch, unlike her daughter, had a slightly thicker frame, with an olive skin tone, her chest a double D. She was wearing a tight blue dress, and a wedding band on the ring finger of her left hand.

"Slept perfectly fine Ma'am. I continue to thank you for the accommodations., it is truly more than I deserve." Mr. Faur thanked her.

The matriarch gave an eyeroll, "If I told you once, I told you a thousand times, no need to thank me. It's my duty to provide my patrons with comfort and see to their every need." Here her tone went a bit more low and seductive, resting her left hand on his. "My sweet girl came down pretty red earlier, you wouldn't have happened to have done something to fluster her, would you?"

At the advances of this mature woman he gave a small gulp. Those who frequented the place had heard the tales that the matriarch was no stranger to bedding the patrons she took a liking to. While it was common for rumors to be exaggerated, she had no problem confirming them with open displays of affection, and even openly discussing certain kinks or sexual exploits.

"She…uh…she may have walked in on me while I was in a state of…undress." He explained to her quietly. The smile that appeared on her face was that of a cat who had caught a mouse.

"Oh is that so? Hm…well, just what will we do? You just might have traumatized my girl." She gave a good once over. "You'll need to make it up to her, and me, somehow. Don't you think?"

"Oh. Um. Right. I guess we'll need to figure that out indeed. But I…gotta go." At that, he neglected breakfast and dashed out of the establishment. Choosing to get an early start on the day.

He walked through the town, making his way towards the guild hall, taking out his coin purse, he looked into it. He'd need to get a couple of good paying jobs today if he was going to be able to pay for all his expenses for the rest of the week.

The Hall was a two-story building Hexagonal in design. The paint was a lain beige, windows lining it revealing the inside filled with adventurers of various different kinds. The inside was loud as ever, as its occupants were the rowdy bunch. He opened the doors wide and came marching inside, making a beeline for the job board and avoiding his comrades in arms. He arrived at the board, looking it over, it seemed a good portion of subjugations and guardian jobs had been taken, and the quick and easy ones had been swept by most of the newbies. It was then he noticed one decently paying job to clear out some ruins for a couple of scholars. It seemed some monsters had been squatting there and someone was needed so that scholars could go back to researching it. Seemed easy enough; many didn't take ruin jobs unless they had some form of blessed weapon or holy spells, since ruins usually meant undead of some sort. He didn't care however, money was money and he needed it bad.

Walking up to the service desk with one of the workers there, he gives a smile to the man. The worker stood taller than him, with a lumbering 7 feet. His eyes are a beautiful emerald green with black box frame glasses over them. He had long blonde hair in a ponytail and tan skin. His ears had a slight point to them, exhibiting his elven heritage. Like most of the other workers that could be found here, he wore the uniform, albeit one of the male versions. A light blue dress shirt with a green vest, and green dress pants.

"Hello, Talion. You're here earlier than usual, I am to assume you have found a job on the board that you want to take today." The worker said, a bright smile on his face.

"Hello, Syl. Yes, I'd like you to register this one under me." Talion handed over the job posting, allowing for Syl to read over it.

"Oh, guess all the good ones were taking, and we haven't had the chance to change out the listings." Syl placed down the paper, getting a stamp, he placed a mark on the corner of the paper. "Alright, you go get 'em tiger. Then come back here for payment."

"Thanks Syl, I'll buy you a drink after we're done for the day." Talion turned and began to walk out of the hall.

"I'll hold you to that!" Syl called as he watched Talion leave out of the hall.

Outside Talion began to make his way out of the town and towards the ruins. He made a quick stop at the inn to pick up his adventuring supplies, causing him to be subjected to more of the matriarch's advances. It took him more than a couple of hours to arrive there, due in part to stopping once or twice for a short break, But he did eventually find himself outside the entrance. It was a set of stairs descending into the ground, and surrounded by a bunch of destroyed and weathered buildings.

It was weird; there seemed to be no guards posted out defending the place, most of the time it wouldn't have taken long for them to organize, monsters usually followed a natural hierarchy of the strongest in charge. He was on guard as he took out his lantern, lighting it up, he placed it on his hip; he then drew his sword, and began to descend into the depths.

There appeared to be no danger yet. He continued to make his way down and came out into a corridor. That's when he heard the pitter patter of small feet coming down the corridor, he prepared for a fight. Coming out were three goblins, they were dressed in rags, and had daggers in their hands. The trio jumped at him; Talion, almost if it was muscle memory, swiped at them with his sword, blood spluttering from their bodies as they fell to the ground dead.

"Hm…if it's only Goblins, this'll be quick." Talion started to move deeper into the ruins, ignoring the slight warm feeling that started to take root at his core. He'd figure it for nothing.

Progress was major, as he had assumed most of the main force seemed to be of the Goblin variety. He had made it deeper into the ruins though found himself covered in their blood. Taking his sword out of another dead Goblin, he placed it between his forearm and bicep, and wiped it clean. This was messy work but someone needed to do it.

Through all this the warm feeling had persisted, it didn't diminish nor did it intensify. However it felt like it was pulling him somewhere. The more he explored, the stronger the pull.

"Well whatever it is, better be worth all this shit. Maybe I can sell it for some extra coin." Talion released a sigh and looked at his options on where to go next. He'd found himself at a crossroads. The path on the left seemed to have a breeze coming for it, he'd bet anything that was another way out. While on the right path, the warm feeling continued to pull him towards.

Looking between the two paths, Talion decided best to follow the feeling, it hadn't steered him wrong yet. Making his way down, he soon came upon a shut door. The design of the door was rather intricate with many symbols and designs he couldn't make any sense of. however as he looked along the edges it looked as if someone had brute forced their way into whatever dwelled beyond it.

"...And so…we go to town and…" Talion perked up hearing pieces of a gruff voice on the other side. It was speaking in a broken common, some words mispronounced. Who or what it was, common definitely was not its native tongue.

He cracked the door open, taking great pains to make as little noise as possible so he could peek in. The other side is revealed to be a sort of throne room. Far off on the other end of the wall was a grand throne that looked to be made of a dark oak, with gold interwoven into it. At the head of the throne looked to be some form of pendant with a lilac gemstone. Blocking said throne was a giant round table. Standing at it was the hairy back of what he could only assume to be a troll, based on its size and pigment. It was carrying a giant club across it. More than likely the troll was the voice he heard, but who was it speaking to. His eyes scanned more of the room and found off to the side the form of a young woman.

There wasn't much to be made out beside that her head was shaved; she was dark skin, and had a button nose. She was dressed in a robe; the primary color of it white, though now it seemed to be caked in dirt. The secondary color was a dark blue, and there was a sigil on the left of the chest. She was a scholar, and she was being held captive with rope bindings.

"What the hell is she doing here?" Talion kept his voice low and narrowed his eyes.

"I first have my fun with you. Then me and my boys go get more women." The troll told the scholar, turning to face her.

Talion sighed, "Great from a simple cleaning to a rescue mission." Talion slammed a foot to the door; it flew fully open and drew the attention of both occupants. "Hey, I'm not one to speak for a lady but I don't think you're her type. But I'd be more than willing to go a couple of rounds with you."

"Who you?! Where Goblins?!" The troll more demanded than asked.

"Eh. Around, but good luck getting any use out of them. I kinda put them to their final rest." Talion drew his shortbow and notched an arrow.

The troll released a primal roar and came charging at Talion. Talion released a yawn and dodged out of the way of the charge. Reaching into one of his leg pouches, he took out a small jar of something. He threw the jar at the troll, then aimed his arrow at the jar.

"Ignis." At that simple word the arrow started to glow a deep orange. He let the arrow fly, the head bursting alit with flames, and hitting the jar smashing it spilling a dark liquid that caught fire and covered the troll.

"Ahh!" The troll released a scream as it suffered being burned alive; it did its best to pat down the flames taking its attention off Talion, who would use that to his advantage.

Talion put away the bow and ran over to the scholar, using his sword, he began to cut her bindings as delicately as possible.

"What the hell is a member from the scholars guild doing here? Aren't you the ones who gave out the job for one of us adventurers to clean out this place so you could research." Talion was a little annoyed.

"That job has been posted since last week, none of you were clearly going to take it due to your whole superstitious beliefs. So I figured I'd handle it myself." She seemed rather self-assured in her answer.

"Really and how'd that work out for ya? You almost became that Oaf's new plaything and trust me I've heard more than a few horror stories on how that turns out." Talion finished cutting her loose. "Now listen I'm gonna draw him over to that throne; soon as I do I want you to make a break for the exit. If you follow the path in earnest you'll come to a split, take the one on the right, it should lead you to an exit."

"Like I need your help to escape, I can do this very well on my own."

"Yeah, sure. Just be ready." Talion got up and began to walk towards the troll, who was almost done putting out the flames, though not without some burns. "Honestly, I think the burns are an improvement to that ugly mug of yours."

The troll glared and grabbed its club; brandishing its weapon, the beast released a war cry and ran at the adventure that dared to insult it. Talion smirked and waited until the troll was close enough to swing its club before dodging into the attack and delivering a blow to its legs with his sword.

"Ow!" The troll screeched, and raised its club to bash down on Talion, who just quickly backpedaled away from the spot. The troll then swung the club to and fro in an attempt to hit the nimble adventure, only for it to be for naught as none of its attacks landed. Talion continued to draw it back, further and further away from the door. The scholar woman saw her chance arrive and made a break for the exit. This quickly caught the trolls attention, as it turned and was about to try and chase after her.

"Hey! It's rude to ignore your dance partner." Talion reverse gripped his sword, jumping up, the man plunged it into the troll's back, getting another scream of pain from it.

"You. You ruin everything." The troll said in his simple words and turned to face Talion, swinging his club as he went.

Talion took the blow and got sent flying off to the side. "Fuck." Luckily his left arm had taken most of the damage, though he'd be lucky if he walked away with only bruises. Reaching for his boots, Talion pulled a small combat knife out of it and held it at the ready.

"Hahah. You think puny sword do anything. I big and strong." The troll seemed to be a rather cocky and arrogant one indeed. Good. Then he could end it with his next move.

"Shut up and fight." Talion ran at the troll, the beast quickly raised his club and got ready to hit him with it. Only for that to be exactly what the man expected, with a mighty push of his legs, Talion leaped at the troll's face and stabbed the knife into one of its eyes. Using his good arm, he did his best to climb around to the back of it, and jumped down, grabbing his sword on the way. His momentum caused it to give a clean cut straight down the middle. Blood spurted from its back and splashed another fine layer onto him.

"Ugh, I'm gonna need to give myself and my clothes a good cleaning when I get back." He wiped some blood from his face.

The toll's body began to sway back and forth before crashing down onto its side. Talion sheathed his sword and then looted its corpse for his knife. Putting it back where it belonged Talion cracked his back and looked around. There was no sign of the scholar woman, good she was able to escape, hopefully no reinforcements showed up and she'd be able to make it out okay. Now he had a job to do. Something had been pulling him here and it hadn't stopped since he arrived. It had something to do with that throne. Talion walked up to it and began to examine it…it seemed to be normal. There was nothing out of the ordinary. No secret compartments. No levers or buttons. Nothing. The only significant part of it seemed to be the pendant at the head of it. Talion looked up to the lilac gem and blinked. Suddenly he felt it, for a flicker of a moment, the warmness in him intensified into an inferno. This was it. He quickly extracted the pendant and made his way out of the ruins. He'd trade it to the scholars guild after he took the time to turn in the job tomorrow, he needed a shower…badly.

The trip back was uneventful; he arrived back and got himself clean. He was now sitting on his bed naked, with only a towel covering his modesty. He was staring at the pendant, on and off his entire trip back he had been feeling the intense inferno. There wasn't any clear indication or change to the pendant to give him a hint as to why. It mostly just stayed the same. So wrapped up in his analyzing of it, that he missed a knock at his door.

Opening the door to the room and coming inside was the matriarch's daughter, she paused seeing his state of dress. The blush that she seemed to be finding on her face a lot today, returning.

"My deepest apologies. I was trying to be careful but there was no answer, so I just assumed…" She attempted to apologize to him.

Talion held up a hand and looked up at her, "It is quite alright Allyson. I should have been paying attention. What brings you here?"

"Oh, um. My mother told me to come collect your clothes and armor so that it could be cleaned properly. She said you were covered in blood when you got back." The now named Allyson explained.

"Ah, thanks. Saves me from having to do it myself. I appreciate all that you and your mother do for your patrons." Talion gave thanks and looked back at the pendant.

"Think nothing of it." She started to pick up the pieces of clothing. "Though we usually charge people extra for the service." She whispered to herself, every so often taking peeks at Talion while she carried out her task. The wetness making its return to her core.

Talion was oblivious to this as he continued to stare at the pendant, noting that after a bit the lilac crystal began to fog up.

"What the…?" He whispered to himself, suddenly a sweet smell entered his nostrils and he could feel the inferno return. Only this time it didn't go out.

The smell was that of fresh nectar, and it seemed to be calling to him. Looking around, he tried to find its source and discovered that it seemed to be originating from Allyson. He got up the towel going to fall from his lap, only to be caught on his now hard member. Now erect it stood at a proud 8 inches. He came up behind there and stood there for a bit, just looking her over. He took note of her attractiveness.

Allyson stood up straight and turned to leave with the clothing. Finding him now behind her, she did a small jump in surprise. "Oh…Mr. Faur,...um…w-what else might I…be.." Allyson trailed off as Talion wrapped her up in his arms, hugging her and taking in the scent. It was then she felt his excitement pressing against her, causing her blush to intensify. "Oh…oh my! Mr. Faur, you um…you're pressing against me." She got quieter towards the end of the sentence, it coming out as a whisper.

Talion released her from his hold and held out so he could look her in the face. They both stared at each other; suddenly Allyson could feel an intense heat of her own at her core, and a musky smell entered her nostrils. She could feel her undergarments dampen as her hornines grew. They drew closer and met in a kiss of passion and lust for each other. Talion's hands roving over her clothed body, while Allyson ran her hands along his chest.

Breaking the kiss, their foreheads touched as they looked into each other's eyes, "Take me." Allyson whispered out in a seductive tone.

It seemed that broke the camel's back. Talion picked her up, and brought her to the bed. Carefully setting her down on the mattress, he started to undo her bustier and blouse, revealing the perky breasts that were once hidden by them. Talion gave her an impassioned kiss on the lips that began to travel down to her neck, then her shoulders, then finally lower to her breasts. She released breathy moans at his actions, placing a hand on the back of his head as he planted a series of kisses around her breasts before focusing all his attention on her areolas and nipples.

He planted kisses around the areola, then lightly blew on her nipple, small whimpers escaping her. He left from there going lower, planting kisses along her stomach till he found his way impeded by her skirt. Pushing her gently, so that she was lying back on the bed. Hooking his fingers into the waist of her skirt and leggings, he lightly tugged at it signaling for her to raise her lower half a bit so he could remove it. She was left there only clad in her blue lace panties to cover the last bit of her modesty.

"You're beautiful." Talion whispered out so that only she may hear.

Picking up one of her legs, he began to kiss along it, traveling all the way to the fabric that hid her flower. He looked up at her, his eyes asking her the question of if he should continue, his response was a curt but wanting nod of the head. His thumb briefly traced over her cloth covered clit, getting another soft whimper from her. The teasing, the foreplay. the atmosphere, it all culminated to rile her up. Her pussy had long since flooded and drenched her underwear; he wouldn't need to do much to bring her to the edge.

Moving the cloth to the side, Talion could now see the folds of her lips in full. He took in the listening sight, causing Allyson to form a heavy blush.

"Mr. Faur…Please." She spoke with bated breath, she wanted…no, needed him to continue and bring her to completion.

He brought his hand to her entrance and gave a trace of the outside, gathering up as much fluids as he could and spreading it along his finger. Once done, he gently prodded, his finger breaking past her outer layer and finding itself breaching into her.

Allyson released a gasp, at the invasive presence, it was foreign but pleasurable as it began to stretch out her tight hole.

Talion waited to allow her to adjust to the initial penetration before going deeper with his finger's exploration. He planted a finger on the edges of her lips, using it to spread her open more, so that he could get better movement. Every so often, he'd pause in order to allow her to adjust to his presence. Once his finger could go no further he began to retract it, she let out a restrained moan, her hands going for his arm in an attempt to stop his retreat. This did nothing, as Talion used his other arm to grab and hold her hands in place; he then completed his retreat before going back in. Allyson released another moan, this one not unrestrained and loud.

The sound of her pleasure washed over Talion like a nice hot shower, he could feel the fire in him react to it in a positive way. All this pushed Talion to set a slow pace as he set to pleasure the young maiden in front of him with nought but his fingers. Drawing from her a string of moans and whimpers from his actions. He kept this pace for a bit, before starting to steadily increase the tempo.

Allyson's hand struggled against his hold, prompting him to release her, the new found freedom being used to paw at her breast, she pinched and twisted her nipples, all in order to heighten the pleasure she was experiencing.

"M-my…Oh gods…mmm…My clit. Play with it please. Bring me to the edge…My Lord." It had come from nowhere, but for some reason hearing her address him as such, only made him want to hear her scream it as he finished her off.

Heeding to her wishes, Talion used his thumb to press on her clit bringing a nice jolt of pleasure to run through Allyson's body. It was like electricity as the man she had chosen to give herself made her his plaything with an ease she had never experienced. She could feel in the pit of her stomach the pressure build, the precursor she learned always arrived before her climax after many nights spent alone with nothing but a toy and her imagination.

Talion continued his ministrations; finger exploring her depths of her vulva, while his thumb took care of her little nub of nerves. He looked her in the eyes while doing this, his gaze being the thing she needed to reach the tipping point. She suddenly let out a cry of pleasure, as Talion felt her walls contract and his finger being pushed out, as his partner squirted. Her body spasming from the pleasure, with her eyes rolled back.

He allowed her to ride this wave of pleasure for as long as it would last. Once she calmed down, he could see a sleepy look in her eyes while her chest rose and fell in labored breaths.

"T-that was amazing my lord….I…" She swallowed a bit of air, her mouth was dry. "I had never experienced an orgasm that…" She took a minute to find the right word. "Intense."

Talion gave her a soft smile, and walked to the bathroom in order to get her some water. Upon returning he handed it to her, which she greedily gulped up as Talion took a seat next to her. Placing the drinking cup on the side table, she took note that Talion was still hard.

"Oh. I am terribly sorry, you've been so focused on my pleasure, that I haven't taken care of you." She pressed up against his back, taking his phallus into her hand. She could feel the veins along it, the subtle throb of excitement from the show they had just put on. She began to lightly stroke it. Her soft hand brought small grunts of pleasure from him. "How might I please you, my lord." She whispered that in the same seductive tone she had used earlier, and nipped at his earlobe.

"Lean against me, and allow me to take care of you." Talion was a slave to her words. Allyson backed up a bit on the bed, giving him some space, so that when he leaned back, his head rested on her breasts. She leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the lips, before setting to work on her task, her hand going back to stroking him. "Just let me know how you like it."

Let her know he did in the form of the songs he made as she kept up her slow deliberate strokes for a bit; before suddenly she moved her hand to the head of his cock which had long since started to release some dollops of pre-cum. Gathering some onto her hand, Talion let out a moan from her actions. Bringing her hand to her mouth, she made sure he was watching as she licked up the cream that she had collected. She made sure to get between the fingers as well. Going back to the task at hand Allyson, circled the tip, before she went back to stroking him, only this time instead of long slow methodical strokes, she had picked up the pace. Her hand worked as if she were polishing something, twisting and turning as she worked his shaft. Every so often she would mess with the tip.

Using her other hand she cupped his balls, and began to try her hand at massaging them. It yielded favorable results, as she felt him twitch in her hand.

"Your sack is so heavy and full my lord, I'm sure were I to take you in me, you'd be able to fill me up." She released a small giggle. "I'd imagine it wouldn't be long till we'd discover I'm with child. Though I don't think that'd stop you from taking me again and again. Nor do I believe you'd stop at one." Her words were doing something for him. "You're not the type of man to be one and done once you've set your sights on a woman. No you're a breeder, it's obvious with this perfect cock you have here and the full balls in my hand."

Talion was putty in her hands, her words, her actions. He was getting closer and closer to blowing his load all over her hands.

"That's it, you want to breed me, don't you my lord. I'd let you. A strong, burly, noble adventure like you. The need to reproduce with someone is almost instinctual for you." She planted another kiss on his lips, this one much longer. When she went to break, Talion shot a hand up to her neck and brought her back in for another round. Once they broke, she looked him in the eye and said those magic words, "Cum for me."

He went off like a geyser, his seed splattered forth from his member and pooling around her hands. She didn't stop her actions though; she kept pumping, wanting him to release every ounce of semen he had built up in that dick of his. Once he had stopped, and his member had begun to calm itself down. She brought her now ejaculate covered hand to her mouth and began to lick them clean, taking her time in order to put on a show for him. She gave him a self-satisfied smile, once her hands were clean, and suddenly she shook her head and looked around as if she had just woken up from a daze.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry Mr. Faur, I'll get you a fresh set of sheets immediately." Allyson made to get up, only for Talion to pull her back down onto the bed and hold her close.

"You can do that tomorrow, Allyson. We just had an intimate encounter. I'm tired, you're tired. Let's just lay here and rest. Besides, I typically enjoy cuddling with my sexual partners." Talion told her in a low gruff, and tired tone.

Allyson blushed, adjusting herself, she moved deeper into his warmth. Now cuddling closer, she allowed herself to drift off to sleep; her new sexual partner soon followed.

Neither of them noticed as the pendant Talion had been pouring over lit up the room and a purple mist that originated from it, surround Talion. Talion released a moan of pleasure, a satisfied smile setting upon his face.

Talion soon found himself awakening to a pleasurable, wet, feeling. He could hear what sounded like slurping sounds, as what he believed to be a tongue played with the slit at the tip of his dick. Slowly opening his eyes, he blinked the sleep out of him and found in front of him, not the form of Allyson, but some strange woman, with his cock in her mouth, as she sucked him off.

The woman looked to be younger than him, if he had to guess her height was around 5'3". She had pale skin and her body had a very eye-catching thickness to her. Her gray eyes, transfixing him, as she looked up at him while blowing him. Her straight hair, shoulder length and a sexy black. He watched her full lips wrapped around his cock run up and down its length. Her nose, wavy, and thin lashes complemented her face. She was naked, her double D breasts, refusing to fall to gravity's command. He then noted the pair of big bat-like wings protruding from her back. They looked incredibly soft to the touch. His gaze seemed to do something for her, as she let forth a pleasurable hum, and arched her back. This revealed her bountiful backside, that played home to a long, slender tail whose tip was a heart.

"W-who are you? Where is Allyson?" Talion grunted out the pleasure of her actions doing their best to keep his attention.

She just gave him a sly smile, and doubled her efforts. Suddenly when she was only taking half, she took all of his cock, deep into her throat. Her tongue pressed against the underside of it. She held it there for longer than he thought any mortal woman could. Suddenly she came up for air, the sound of his cock leaving her mouth a heavenly squelch, as she took in some air. Then she went back down, deepthroating him once more. He released a gasp of air, his eyes shutting back closed from the pleasure.

The woman continued to smile, a pleased hum from her adding to the experience. Her gaze drifted to his hand, and with a quick thought and mischievous look to her eyes, she grabbed his hand, and rested it on her head. She began to slowly bob her head up and down. Never fully leaving his cock. Her eyes were firmly planted on his face, a fierce look that told him she wanted him to do something. His eyes went to his hand on her head to her eyes. The dots slowly connected and with some hesitance, he started to guide her head along his shaft.

He stuck to a steady pace, still deeply confused by everything that was going on. The woman seemed to be annoyed by this as she gave him a glare. Suddenly she began to wrap her tongue around his cock, and used her teeth to gently scrape along his cock.

She wanted him to give into his lust. He had the perfect hold of her, all she needed for him to do was throat fuck her like the whore she was. All he needed was a little push. She gave a small pinch to his legs, and kept up her glare. Eventually he understood, and giving into the sensations; he went rougher with his way of handling her. Forcing her head to take all 8 inches of him in quick motions, back to back. Every so often holding her there, till she was close to passing out from lack of air. His much rougher treatment extracted the melodious sound of gags from her, with each time she bottomed out. Saliva and pre-cum covered her mouth and his cock. It pooling at the base of his crotch. Eventually he could feel the urge to cum once more bubble up in him. Getting a firm grasp of her hair, he held her still, as he began to thrust his hips, now well and fully fucking her throat. Tears began to form at the corners of her eyes as he kept going, she felt him twitch in her mouth after a more powerful thrust and brought back the hum. This set him off, as he held her there with his member buried deep in her throat. He began to blow load after load down it. Removing it when he thought himself done, only for another load to explode onto her face. Giving her a nice face mask of his ejaculate.

Once he had released his grasp of her head, the woman took hold of his member and with a quick suck, lick, and kiss gave her thanks for her reward. She then used her finger to clean the cum from her face, sucking it from her finger with a pop.

"Why is human seed always the most delicious?" She released another of those pleased hums of hers and then looked back at him. "So I do believe you had a bit of questions for me."

Talion held up a finger as he tried to collect himself from his second sexual encounter with a woman.

"Yes, who are you? And where is Allyson?" Talion asked.

"Oh, she is soundly sleeping in your arms at the moment." The woman explained.

"What?" Talion was once again confused.

"Look around you dear, you're currently dreaming." Look around he did. Finally noticing that he was not in the bed, whose home was his room at the inn; but instead in a colorful kaleidoscopic void, with only him and this woman.

"Okay? You still haven't answered my first question." Talion was slightly suspicious of it all now. No stranger to being put under an illusion or something.

"Oh, where are my manners? I am Kalli, former ruler and matron of the once great désir dynasty. Oh was it glorious, the offerings, the virgins, the orgies. That was until a couple of prude clerics got the bright idea to seal me away in that little pendant you found." Talion wasn't sure how much he actually believed what she was telling him, but did know these lands had a history of some form of debauched empire of sexual deviants once calling it home. Her story wasn't too unfounded. "Long story short, I've been waiting for someone to come plundering my depths and rescue me from that prison. Luckily enough it was you. Unluckily it seemed the last bit of my power was used up by you and that wench you just got done with."

"Not a wench." Talion said simply.

"Oh ho ho. He respects his playthings, look at that. Well, whatever you call her. You just used my power to get you both in the mood…" She got cut off.

Talion attempted to interrupt, "But I didn't…"

She covered his mouth, "Beautiful Succubus Goddess talking time now. Let's do be quiet." He gave a small nod and she removed her hand. "Now yes, you did. Not intentionally but my power picked up on the attraction you felt for each other, and since it had already established a connection with you, well…"

"Connection?" He had locked on to that,

"You know that warm fiery sensation you've been feeling in your gut…that." Sha poked at his stomach.

"So now what?" He was well and truly done with all this. Having been taken on a rollercoaster ride of emotions in the past few hours.

"Now you gotta help me, get back my power. It could take years before I'm strong enough to break my bind to that damn prison. But if I had the help of a fledgling Incubus, it would go faster." She said rather cheerfully, almost sure he would help.

"Incubus?!" He called out in surprise.

Kalli released a small giggle, "Did I not mention that?" She smiled and winked, "Oh right, yeah see when you used some of my power it altered you, so that it could flow more naturally and poof you became an incubus. Yay!" She did a small hand clap.

"Not yay." Talion was frowning, annoyed, possibly even angered by this revelation.

"Not yay?" Kalli cocked her head to the side in confusion.

"I can't be some evil demon. I'm supposed to be human." He said, his voice barely keeping the haphazardly restrained anger behind it.

"Well that's rude, I'll have you know that not all of us are evil and my empire thrived under me. I was fair and just." She pouted, hands on her hips, as she now sat on top of him.

He looked her over, squashing the bit of lust that started to rise once more at her position and the feel of her ass against his cock. "Just can this be fixed?"

"Oh sure, you just need to help me." Her mood was brought up once more.

Talion blinked, then blinked some more. Finally he sighed, "Fine, what do I gotta do?"

"I'll tell you in due time, right now you are almost waking up, and I have a body to finish constructing." She waved it off, looking away from him, a finger pressed against her chin in thought.

"What?!" Talion was once more caught by surprise with her words. This time it being the mention of her making a body.

"Buh-bye." She bid him farewell, as he left dreamland, and returned to reality.