The Road to Bourbaville

"I am so delighted that you agreed to my humble request." said the lady Regina Fitzrollooi. The inside of her carriage reminded Jerry of a hotel on the Las Vegas strip. "The roads can be so perilous, one feels such comfort knowing that I have the pleasure of your company and protection."

"Think nothing of it." said Jerry. "It is the responsibility of the young to look after our elders. Though, one would not know at first glance that you are a lady of maturity, your sophistication is only outshined by your beauty." The lady opened her fan and giggled behind it.

"I am going to get myself a drink. Is there anything you want?" Regina asked with an extra sultry tone.
"Surprise me." said Jerry. "I am always interested in trying new things."

Regina did not leave Jerry alone in the lounge compartment of her enormous multistory luxury mobile home. Elementals danced in cages above them as a bull-anthro wrestled with an orc woman. Jerry could tell that the bestial creature that was grappling with the greased up greenskin female was emphatically not a demi-human. Though there was a vague anthropic in shape, the creature had even less human characteristics than the more kaotic monsters that are shifted into a humanized form. Jerry noticed that most of the waiters, attendants, and dancers were bestial anthromorphs.

"GRRRRAAAHHH!" the minotaur cried out as he was pressed onto his back and pinned beneath the greenskin girl.
"RRRRRAAAAGGHHHAHH!" The orc female roared as she mounted the man-bull. The orc woman looked Jerry in the eyes as she road the defeated minotaur.

"Enjoying the show?" asked Regina as she returned holding two long stemmed glassed, though Jerry's attention was more focused on the shear black robe she was wearing and the lack of anything but a belly button ring beneath it. The widow handed Jerry a glass and sat down next to him. "Cheers." she said clinking their glasses. "To the King. Long may he reign."

Jerry smelled the poison mixed into the cocktail. It was as much an aroma as it was a status warning in his HUD. < Poison Detected: Demon Dust, a potent psychotropic and highly addictive narcotic that makes subjects susceptible to suggestion, incapable of distinguishing between good and evil, and weakens a person's defenses against deevilish influence. Autocasting: Neutralize Poison, Autocasting: Poison Immunity. Poison Neutralized > "I will drink to that." Jerry downed the bubbling liquid in a single gulp. "An interesting flavor."

"I hope you like your drinks strong. I like to give them a bit of a kick." said Regina.
"Indeed. Which reminds me. I have a gift for you." Jerry pulled a box from his inventory.
"Oh my." Regina exclaimed. "They are beautiful, and they match my fecudiring." Regina's hand stroked her belly piercing. "How did you...?"
"Trade secret. May I?" Jerry touched the back of Regina's hand. The woman handed the box back to the man who connected the thin chains of enchanted gold to her wrists and ankles then slipped the attached rings around her middle fingers and toes. Regina felt it instantly. Like invisible gloves and socks were protecting her hands and feet without interfering with the sensation. Regina could feel the man's strong hands massaging her foot but knew that she could walk on glass or hold a porcupuss without so much as a scratch.

"Wow." said Regina. "Amazing." The stood up and started dancing. Jerry watched as Regina's hips swayed and her wrists twirled to the music played by the **** sirens. The woman let her robe drop and danced about naked before grabbing Jerry and pulling the young man to his feet. "It is like I am dancing on clouds." she said as she grabbed a handful of Jerry's ass. "How do you feel? Frisky?"

Regina snapped her fingers and several anthro slaves, both male and female, came forward. "People use 'furry fucker' as a derogatory. But there is something so satisfying about how primal Anthros are when they are ravishing you." A fox boy and mink girl flanked Jerry, their paws began pawing at the human.

"I will take your word for it." said Jerry, throwing off the bestial sex slaves and flashstepping to stand behind Regina. "Right now, I am only interested in one thing. A particularly lovely person." Jerry's fingers toyed with the woman's and perky tits. The lady's body kept firm and young by magic. Jerry cast Entrance on the woman before asking her. "Did you **** me so you could watch me with these beast-folk?" The woman nodded. "Why?"

"Simple fun, nothing more." said Regina. "I wanted to be sure that you would be open minded."
"That was very naughty of you." Jerry whispered. "I think you need to be punished."

Jerry picked up Regina and carried her over to the couch and placed her face down across his lap. The SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK of the spanking echoed in the vaulted ceiling. Jerry swore he heard some of the anthros purring.

Jerry caressed Regina's red, sore, rear and chuckled. "You still want to waste my cock on a bunch of furries?" Jerry chided.

Regina leapt on him so quickly that he was almost taken by surprise. One moment she was lying in his lap, the next her legs were wrapped around Jerry's waist as she rode his shaft with savage abandon. Jerry enjoyed letting the woman enjoy herself and only after it seemed as if Regina was tiring herself out did Jerry stand up and begin to have his way with the woman.

Regina felt her back, dripping with sweat, pressed into one of the decorative columns. Regina had been pushed to her limits and beyond. She wanted to stop, wanted to take a break, but for the first time in a long time, what Regina wanted did not matter. No one had ever taken possession of her so thoroughly. Even her late husband with his **** and his tools of pain and pleasure had never made Regina feel so meek and powerless while at the same time overwhelming her with the full concentration of his manliness. Regina lost herself in ecstasy and blissfully accepted the idea of being subsumed into the will of her lover. Had anyone else buried Regina's face in the carpeting of her carriage as they took her from behind like a bitch in heat, she would have ordered her slaves to have that man killed, slowly. Yet, Regina found her body being used and abused and the king's cousin loved every moment of it.

***

"Marry me." Regina pleaded as Jerry got dressed. The carriage had arrived in Bourbaville and at Jerry's request stopped in front of the Hunter's Hut, a franchise that sold sporting goods and hunting related chattels. "I can make you the most powerful man in all of Shefegard, one of the most select grandees in the whole Commonwealth." Regina gazed at the young man with longing, hunger, and desire.
"That is very kind of you to offer." said Jerry with a bit of a chuckle. "It was good for me as well." Jerry leaned in to give Regina a gentle kiss and the woman returned his affection with the passion of a junkie getting their fix.

"You do not need to wait for me. If need be, I can find my way back." said Jerry as he gently but firmly disentangled himself from the very handsy milf that was trying to pull him back into bed. Jerry flashed the woman a chastising look which caused Regina to grow suddenly meek. Jerry smiled at the change of behavior and gave the woman a kiss.

"When will I see you again?" Regina asked, her tone thick with desperation and desire.
"I am a guest in your daughter's home. I am sure we will run into one another." said Jerry.
"You know what I mean." said Regina.
Jerry thought for a moment, then gave Regina one last passionate kiss. "Later." said Jerry as he flash stepped away, leaving the lady Regina Fitzrollooi to swoon.