Sorry, Asta. Well, sort of sorry...

Staring down at the dwarf squire, you can not help but wonder what sort of magic power you would obtain if you took her as you did the naiad and fairy. Temporarily enhanced strength? Seems pretty pointless, considering just how strong Rolf's life **** has made you already. Perhaps a transformative spell-- something that would let you change form to one more like a dwarf? You can not really see the benefit of something like that; you do not see infiltration of the dwarven race in your immediate future. You find your curiosity driving you almost as much as your lust as you bear down on her trembling form. Even as your lust increases, your cock hardening ever more with each step you took, your curiosity kept up in stride, spell possibilities running through your head almost one on top of another. An excited grin took over your features as you reached forwards with your right hand.

Like a startled rabbit, she bolts, trying to get around your left side. Fortunately, your reaction time is better. As she circles what she expects to be your back, you turn, catching your left arm around her chest, knocking the wind out of her. She falls backwards, crashing to the ground, finally losing her grip on the axe. The weapon slides across the stone to crash against a wall, but you pay it no mind. Instead, you position yourself between her splayed legs before she gets her bearings and pulls them shut. She shakes her head, gasping for breath as she stares up at you with widening. Tears begin to form as she takes in your excited smile and red glowing eyes. Slowly, relishing her reactions and terror, you kneel down, reaching for the front of her leather armor. You are not surprised at how slight her armor is; clearly, Rolf never cared for her safety. She whimpers as you slice through the front of her tunic with one of the sharp claws on your right hand. With no ceremony, you rip the leather aside, revealing something surprising. Cloth is wrapped tightly around her chest, making it look smaller than it actually is. With a cruel smirk, you slowly slice through these as well, barely managing to hold back a dark chuckle at her whimpering and wordlessly-pleading eyes. Soon, you have her startlingly large breasts open to the world. You must say, from everything you have heard of her race, her chest was incredibly bountiful. To your knowledge, it is rare for them to have orange-sized breasts; Asta's must be a little larger than grapefruits. You are not complaining, of course. In fact, you think you might want to have some fun with these.

You reach down with your left hand, unlacing your breeches. She clenches her eyes shut, turning her head away just in time to avoiding seeing the release of your monstrous manhood. You smile to yourself, knowing that will not last long. You press your right hand against her collar bone, fingers wrapping from one side of her neck to the other, not so much in a stranglehold as just pressing her shoulders into the cold stone below. She lets out a brief cry as the metal meets her flesh. Odd. It seems the Artifact does not have quite the same effect on higher beings as it does on others, such as the naiad and fairy. In fact, it seems to cause her more pain than pleasure. You fail to hold in the chuckle rising in your chest as the realization arises in your mind. Wonderful. Whether you condemn the rest of your former female allies to Asta's fate or not, you will have to put them through this same pain.

While she is distracted by the touch of dark metal on her skin, you move, sliding up her body just enough before lowering yourself against her. She gasps, distracted from the pain as her eyes snap open, pointing towards her chest. The green orbs grow large as they automatically latch onto the stone-hard pillar of flesh now nestled between her breasts. You smile, taking your left hand to lift her right, pressing it against her breast so that it hugs cock. Slowly, you let go, reaching for her right shoulder.

"Don't pretend you don't know what to do," you practically whisper, the sound causing an odd echoing in the chamber around you. Tremulously, she raises her left hand to mirror her right, swallowing hard as her eyes remain on your tool. You shift your right hand to cover only her left shoulder and tighten your grip on both sides. Then, you move, rocking back and forth slowly. The feeling is lovely, her breasts almost startlingly warm compared to the air around them. Her face remains lifted off the ground, staring at the tit fuck as if hypnotized. Her faintly parted lips give you an idea. You move your right hand, waiting for just the right moment before pressing it to the back of her skull. She screams in pain and you thrust forward sharply, only removing your hand after the head of your cock was engulfed by her lips. She responds with muffled protests, trying to jerk her head back only to recoil as she contacts the Artifact once again. Clearly, the humiliation of having both her chest and her mouth servicing your dark energy-enhanced tool was more bearable than the pain the touch of your hand brings her. You continue to thrust between her breasts and into her awaiting mouth, pace picking up almost surprisingly quickly. The air of the cavern chills the moistened head of your cock every time it leaves her lips, and the sensation is almost surprisingly pleasant, especially when you re-enter her mouth. You are almost as surprised as she is when you push into her mouth deeper than you had before, unleashing a torrent of cum just in front of her throat. This will certainly be only the first of many. She chokes and sputters around your cock, her reflexive cry of surprise allowing some of your cum to slip into her lungs. You simply laugh and push your cock deeper.

As your first deposit slows to a close, you pull away, allowing the last few blasts to cover her face, neck, chest, and stomach. She struggles to regain her breath properly, coughing up your cum into the air, only to have it fall to adorn her face. She stands no hope of fighting you as you tear open her leather skirt and breaches, revealing the true prize.