Heroes or Sluts?

Emmaline was never much for hesitation anyways, so when thoughts of embarrassment or disappointment passed into her head, they passed right back out again just as easily. She did, for a moment, latch on to the memory of what she was here for. The possibility that Fuu, Robin, and Becky might be in immediate danger and that they might need her help stuck with her, and Emmaline paused, the statue's cock halfway into her mouth.

She started to squirm in their grasp, but the statue's hand had returned to her shoulder, and Emmaline still couldn't break their grasp. Now, though, the thought of escaping was suddenly much more urgent. What if something similar had happened to Becky? She certainly wouldn't be as jazzed about fucking sexy statues as Emmaline was...

She hesitated here a moment, the thought of her stony lovers all around her, perfectly crafted and pulsing with lust echoed in her mind, but Emmaline shook it off.

She definitely couldn't overpower these statues with raw strength, but that wasn't the only tool at her disposal--far from it in fact. With renewed will, Emmaline began to heat up the air around her hands, slowly but gradually, building a dense pocket of air, rather than a flickering flame. As the heat in the air grew, she pushed more and more energy into it until the air around her hands began to shimmer. Whether these statues were made of stone or steel, she figured they would melt quickly enough.

However, much to her shock, the statues seemed completely unaffected by her heat, not even warming up to the point of glowing. Stunned, Emmaline was powerless when more stone arms came, grabbing her arms and legs. They kept her still and almost paralyzed, unable to move much at all as she felt the pulsing inside of her mouth and moaned as the lustful thoughts assaulted her mind again, and her image of Becky slowly began to shift

In her mind she saw the careful doctor moaning, grinding back against countless dicks, a happy look on her face as she did, happy to be with the dicks and pleasuring them She looked just as happy as Emmaline herself had been. Maybe she should stop wasting her time and get back to her purpose?

Thoughts of resistance quickly fled Emmaline's mind, replaced by image of her tiny blonde friend in various acts of depravity. They had traveled together a long time, and while at first Emmaline thought that the statues were showing her a fictitious version of Becky, she soon realized that the visions were true, and that they weren't visions at all, but... memories.

She saw Becky lifted up between two large furry creatures, two Gnolls penetrating her pussy and ass as they fucked her in wild rhythm between them. She saw Becky crouching in front of some strange complex machine, twisting a handle that drove an artificial cock into Robin's pussy as she played with herself. She saw Becky moaning beneath the massive figure of a muscular lizard folk. And on and on it went, scene after scene of raw fucking, and through it all, Emmaline's thoughts were focused on Becky's face, on the unadulterated bliss that shocked those clear green eyes with each thrust and moan.

Becky was a slut, she was sure of it, but that was okay, because Emmaline was a slut right along with her!

Emmaline smiled a goofy smile, as, unconsciously, she lowered her hips, slipping the statue's cock out from between her thighs to line it up with her needy folds. Any attempt to escape was banished from her head, as she lowered her head once more, letting the statue's cock slip past full lips and down her throat once more.

She eagerly started to suck it off again, even faster than before, all those silly thoughts of resistance gone from her mind as she got ready to finally get that cock inside of her slutty pussy. The image of Becky's blissful face was clear in her mind as she moved.

Of course Becky was a slut! All of the bravos were sluts, there was no other reason they would all so willingly head off into danger, especially with all the crazy sexual experiences their adventures had put them through. How hadn't she realized this sooner, she wondered as she started to lower herself on the hard, warm, pulsing cock.

She moaned as she felt the pulsing inside of her, projecting even more images into her brain, images of the blissful faces of all her companions as they were fucked by all sorts of beings, human and non-human alike, all the times they had been defeated and used as sexual prizes by the victors, the times they had offered themselves or fallen prey to some trap or another. A singular, powerful thought solidified in her mind. All of the Bravos were sluts, lusting after dick and wanting to be defeated and fucked. And thus, she was being a true Bravo--a true slut by letting these statues have their way with her!

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