Better than you could have dreamed!

“Well, I suppose I should take this as a compliment, instead of cutting off your dick for being a pervert” she laughs as she reaches for the bowl at her feet placing it closer to the fire and turning around completely on the stool. Giving you a much better view of her, her milky skin glistening with a faint sheen of water where she has already cleaned. Her tight toned stomach flat and vibrant in the dancing light. Her hips soft and fleshy look perfect for hand holds if she were to ever ride you. And as you noticed earlier when spying on her in the forest a small patch of black fur tops the folds of her pussy, stretching about three and a half inches in length with large lips hugging tight to each other forming a perfect cleft. Before her long pale and muscular legs steal your undivided attention.

“I suppose there is no harm in you looking, but no touching got it?” its posed as a demand and you just nod your head, now stroking your full 10 inches with vigor. She takes the wet clothe and returns it to her body washing the days thin grime away. She seems to be adding a few extra wipes here and there, seemingly amused at how easy it is to steer your eyes wherever she wants. As she gets to her lower stomach, she circles the clothe in slow sensual moves, you notice a bead of moisture between her lips and like a flower opening so to does her velvet looking vagina part leaking more fluid in a slow trickle. Her hand slowly descends to the folds of her lower lips as she gently prods and massages herself her eyes fixed on your girthy cock. Her legs tense you can see the muscles underneath coiled and tight as she plays with herself unabashedly before you, the pretense of cleaning dropped you can now see and feel the hunger of her gaze. The slow rumble of pleasure from the experience mixed with the sounds as her wet lips get gently massaged together, apart, and rolled in between her fingers. All accentuated by the slow crackle of the campfire and the rhythmic smack smack as you beat your own meat. A mewl of pleasure escapes her mouth as she licks her lips and places a single finger just inside herself. You notice the subtle curve of her two fingers as she begins to plunge them in and out of herself, no doubt to help her achieve the bliss of an orgasm. Matching your strokes to hers seems to help to because as soon as she notices the change she moans aloud.

“Aw, Fuck, Yes, More, Please please please, more more.” Her lust being shouted now rather than clamped back as just a throaty growl. Her other hand has dropped the clothe to the ground and now joins her other, this one with one finger rubbing the nub at the top of her now flooded pussy. Her eyes roll back in her head her back arches and she screams out a name you have never heard. That’s right she came and obviously wasn’t even thinking about you. “Oh, Ichabod!! Yes, deeper baby. More please daddy more.” And you shoot your load as she screams someone else’s name, straight across the fire and onto her left leg.

“Who is Ichabod?” you ask as she is coming down from post orgasmic bliss.

“That’s what I decided to call you since you were unnamed and passed out… What don’t you like the name?” she asks more shyly than you thought possible with those intense green eyes looking back half lidded and still dazed from her recent high. Then it dawns on her that she screamed a name she had only called you in her head and a rosy blush spread across her face. “Sorry” She half murmurs.

“You gave me a name? Wait it was my name you screamed just now as you came? Are you kidding? This is great it would have been better had I known it was my name but still.” Barely containing your excitement. “I have a name, its Ichabod… Wait what is an Ichabod?”

“You know the boy who flew to close to the sun, in that old myth. You reminded me of that earlier, and honestly the story could have described your appearance to a tee, except for the wings that is.” She explains in a sweet almost defensive tone.

“Well, Thanks I have never had a name before. Ichabod. I love it.” Saying the name out loud brings more letters to your view blocking the vision of the naked goddess in front of you.

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Level 1 Ichabod (Event Special Alpha)

Humanoid, Harpy, Fey, Monster Explicit

40/100

Attributes: Strength 15 Dexterity 18 Constitution 14 Intelligence 15 Wisdom 14 Charisma 12

Health: 8 AC: 14 Speed: 35

Skills: Acrobatics +6

Arcana +4

Insight +4

Nature +4

Perception +4

Feats: Monstrous Appearance – when attempting to use Charisma in a positive way on creatures without the Monster subtype, count it as 4 points lower until the target gets used to you.

Natural Weapons – You are in possession of a set of Natural Weapons. You are immune to Disarm attacks.

Wings – Your Wings allow for flight up to double your movement speed