Silver Bell

Mira was convinced she still had some of that poison within her. She was feeling excited about the next day, not... apprehension, or fearful. True, she was never one to shy from battle, but she knew she would face hard odds, but she wasn't afraid of losing. And worse, she didnt feel at all bad about her fight with Naladriel turned up.

Mira removed her few armor pieces. A warrior treated her weapons with respect, and if they were all she had, so be it. But she didnt have the proper gear. Without thinking about it, she rang the bell.

A broad muscular man, a barbarian by any accounts, showed up. His chest was covered with tattoos and scars, and not a single hair to spoil it. He was only wearing his loincloth.

"I want polish my armor." The unarmoured paladin said.

"Those idiots though you wanted something else to beat" he wasnt a smart one. She could definitely crush him with her bare hands. He had an axe slung behind his back, but it was a stupid weapon to carry inside a dungeon.

"I will be happy with cloth and oil. And dinner" he was eye candy. It was useless to pretend she didnt notice when a man was attractive. She wasnt a virgin anymore. Naladriel haunting questions also plagued her. At some level, Mira also wanted to affirm her attraction to men.

"Goddess. I am messed up" she said it aloud, drawing a snicker from the savage Apollo. "Look very fine to me." he walked inside, apparently dismissing any concerns the paladin could be tricking him.

His loincloth was really not covering him at all. it was an armed tent, a raised sword behind a curtain. He smelled like horses and leather. He was a foot taller than she was. "what?" Mira felt her heart beat faster. "You are very pretty" stupid compliment, but Mira enjoyed it all the same.

She asked her goddess forgiveness when his hands held her tights. She prayed for her to accept her repentance, for her interlude with another woman. "You smell so good:" of all the things that were different between the barbarian and the elven, from gender to size, it was the smell that Mira loved the most. Manly. possessive. Barbaric. He tripped her down her bed, and moved over her, covering her like a blanket of muscles and blood as his fierce penis thrust inside the folds of her spread legs.

"Goddess be praised" she was forgiven. His cock filled her to the brim, she wondered if she could tighten her pussy like Naladriel did around her arm. The barbarian grunted a moan, "you are tighter than a virgin priestess!"

"Shut up and fuck me" the last thing she needed was for the dumb warrior to ruin this moment for her with his comments. She concentrated on her pelvic region as the brute pierced her time and again, focusing inwardly to master the elven trick. The barbarian groaned his pleasured.

She could feel her orgasm building. She saw she could bring it forth any time she wanted, but like a gardener tending her flowers, she let it groom and grow. She found her hands on her breasts, pinching her nipples. "THANK YOU GODDESS!" she cried out aloud, buried under the mountain of muscles, being fucked to her heart's content. It must have lasted for minutes, for she was in a sea of pleasure when the oaf abandoned her cunt, and put his manhood between her lips. Like a trained whore, she began to give him head, and like a broken drunkard she didnt let a single drop spill. She really loved the taste of cum.

".... you must think you have won, Marus" she told to the celling, not caring about the Barbarian looking for his loincloth. "Didnt I? if you tire of this fantasy, you can move with my other cumsluts" The barbarian returned to the shape of the incubus. Mira was still in orgasmic bliss, and didnt care about being so tricked

"I will fight again tomorrow" Mira said aloud 'and if I lose, I will fuck something else'

"And you will lose, and that will be your excuse to fuck something else, Mira. Are you even trying?" Marus sounded irritated.