One At A Time

Mira was torn, he hovered in indecision. In the end it was the sight of her beloved Sir Paulus, reaching into his pants and desperately stroking his prick that broke her. He reached out, desperately, urgently. Perhaps his will was not quite as strong as the other two, perhaps he also felt some desire for her, but it was the clinching factor.

She moved to him, moved towards his strong arms, letting them encircle her. She started to say something, anything, to calm the man’s broken mind, his shattered will, but her voice was stopped by his kiss, urgent and passionate. He held her tight, pressing his body against hers. The plight of the other men was forgotten by Mira in a moment, as the man she had lusted after for so long ran his strong hands down her beautiful body.

She kissed him in return, feeling the lust rise within her also. She told herself that this was right, this was good, that this was the only thing she could do. At least it was with someone she cared for. Her armor was being undone, she dimly heard her grieves, his gauntlets, her breastplate clatter onto the forest floor as the **** man stripped her.

He stripped himself too, and soon she found hserself lying flat, the naked Paulus above her, ready and urgent. He hesitated only long enough to suck upon her swiftly hardening tits, she felt his manhood press against her femininity and then, with another low groan, he had guided himself in.

A sharp pain, a flinch and then… delight. His cock filling her up as if she had been meant for this. The pleasure was exquisite, almost too exquisite. She was gasping and moaning, pleasure tingling across her form. She had never known it could be so good!

Unbeknownst to her, outside her little dream, the evil Marus watched on, grinning. His magics enhanced any pleasure she might feel, and in this fantasy he could slowly break down her barriers and test her will. Speaking of which…

Sir Paulus was getting a wonderful tempo going, his large cock pulsing in and out of her as he fucked her toughly. A small part of her realized the fey was probably watching, but right now she didn’t care, didn’t care for anything except the delicious sensations dancing across her body.

Then, from a little way away, she heard another low moan of pleasure.

‘Yes… yes… just like that.’

She turned her head slightly, and what she saw made her gasp in shock.

Sir Silas and Sir Anders had not been idle. Driven as much by their own lust as Sir Paulus was, they had not had the luxury of a beautiful woman to sate their lusts on. So they had fallen to the next logical option. Each other.

Sir Anders was upon his knees, one hand stroking his young cock eagerly. His mouth, however, was currently set to tack urgently sucking upon sir Silas’s prick. The elder Paladin gripped the young man’s head, hands tangled in his tussled hair, eyes squinted shut with rapture. His hips occasionally jerked forward slightly, almost cloaking the other man.

Mira was horrified. Same sex relations, of any sort, were deemed an abomination against the Sun Goddess. She should stop this, before it went too far!

But how could she? How could she when Sir Paulus was pounding her so wonderfully? Even if she had the will, did she have the power? Besides, when she saw the two men together, Sir Silas using Sir Anders mouth so gloriously, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of arousal, the sight exciting her slightly, though she knew it shouldn’t. What was she to do?