[Samuel]'s Iunctia

He had been hard for the last ten minutes now, massaging her legs and everything. He quickly lowered his head and started lowering his small pants. "Of course, anything to bring you pleasure, Madame". She grabbed his new nine inches blue wonder with one of her cold, long fingered hands. With the other she moved up her red gown revealing a mature, moist cunt. She was well trimmed, only a little fuzz at the top. She got on top of him and quickly lowered herself onto him. Sam was surprised she could put his new monster inside her without any problems, considering how tight she felt. He moaned of pleasure as she started fucking him at a decent speed. "Quiet, boy! You are nothing but a dick in this moments, an instrument for my pleasure." He could feel her pulsating around him, but he **** himself to keep quiet and just go with the feelings. He wanted to scream and grab her waist to start pounding her with ****. But he would never. She was right, in this moment he was but an object. The mature woman's pleasure was what mattered the most. Her wings enveloped both of them as Madame Ylda made sounds of enjoyments while riding his dick. This close there was no way that they were real.

Sam felt his balls tighten, his orgasm already approaching. The woman sensed this immediately and screamed at him "Don't you dare cum before I tell you that you can!" And she grabbed his balls, squeezing them to inflict a bit of pain to the muscular man. "I am your mistress, you are here to make me cum. You are so big! My big young cock."

They kept going for a bit, Ylda straddling him while touching his body all over. Him watching her with a pleading look. Every time he was closed to cumming his load inside her she made sure to slow down. One time she forcibly exited him and cupped the gigantic head of his cock hard. Eventually she felt satisfied, gently got up and moved back behind the table, leaving him there with a massive erection and a flustered face.

"You know, that was exactly what I needed. You have done your job well. You may come now." Those words, without direct stimulation, were all Samuel needed. His dick pulsed and started spraying on the velvet cloth in front of him, a small stream of fluid reaching over the table and hitting Madame Ylda on the chest.

"Don't worry about cleaning up. Let's finish here quickly so that I can let you go on your own road. Please, reveal for me the card."

Sam was fixing up his pants but immediately stopped and turned the last card on the table over. The card he chose at the beginning of everything. Back at him, on the card, a tall dark man sitting on a throne was watching some small individuals while pointing at one of them. The card had the number four written at the bottom.

"Ah, the Emperor! As reality sets in, you will still remember your old life, and what changed. King Uldrich there is giving you a final departure gift. One that implies a choice on your part. You can be treated as king, all your characteristic considered what humans should strive for. High regards, if you will. But only in a specific group. What group is your choice really. You could go as small as a trio of friends or as large as a whole company. Speak the words and the world will change."

Sam thought about what the smartest option would be. Then it hit him. There was no point in going big. He already had the power of normality on his side, and serving people was his new calling. He had the perfect place where he could be doing both at the same time without waste. A place where he would get his new chance with Ella, or so he hoped. "I choose the Shamrock Pub."

"Very well!"