The Warlord (Had To Meet Dramora)

The events of your adventure are fresh in your mind even now, the tree monsters, the halfling, the assassins, all of it burned into your mind.

In your short time of knowing her you feel as though you’ve established a bond with her, and knowing that she could be in danger at any given moment, you see little other choice but to go to her.

Thankfully you’re not searching for long, as you leave your room you see her, it appears she was just about to knock upon your door when you opened it.

“Ah, I see your awake… I need to start my day with a daily sparring match and you’re the only one I could think of who could keep up with me”

It’s kind of touching actually, a warrior princess like her thought of you first when it came to sparing partners.

“Uh… yeah..! Sure…!” You say trying to make yourself as amenable as possible”

“Excellent, would you mind doing it here..? It saves us the trip and your room has the perfect amount of space”

Looking back you gaze at your barren room, wondering how chaotic this match will be if she requires an infinite void.

With that, you step aside welcoming her into your room, such as it is, if there’s one definite upside to having a room as empty as this, it’s having plenty of space.

She draws her sword, the runes etched along the metal glow an ever so faint blue.

Having seen what it could do to the human body, you’re certainly **** to enter the ring with her.

“Hey… um… you’re not gonna… you know… cut me in half…? Right…?” You ask, slowly approaching her similar to a rabid animal.

“You wouldn’t make a very challenging sparring partner if I did that now would you…?”

Her logic is sound, and you don’t feel like explaining to her that the resurrection labs are free as you gently raising your hands in preparation for your battle.

With that she lunges forward, making the first move with an overhead strike, you side step and put your boot into the side of the blade sending it reeling away from you.

Unfortunately Dramora doesn’t skip a beat, swiveling around, following the momentum of your kick, sending the blunt side of the blade into your side.

You’re knocked back several feet, the wind knocked out of you slightly, she might not kill you but she seems content to send you to the infirmary for fractured ribs, it seems.

You stagger to your feet and jump backwards just in time to avoid another overhead strike, the metal of the blade vibrating softly as its flat side collides with whatever material makes up the room.

Finally with enough space you’re now able to cast a spell, conjuring forth a Star Shard that homes in on her location.

She recovers in time, watching the star fly in her direction, stopping, turns and changing trajectory several times, flaying at her in strange angles.

She’s still a moment, tracking its movements, analyzing its patterns before swinging her sword decisively, splitting it diagonally making the individual half’s shrink and evaporate, the energy returning to the wheel of arcana.

You’ve not been idle in this time, you back away, knowing full well that you have very little chance of beating her in a melee.

You cast girth a stream of the shards, a rain of stars coming from your palms, the space between you and her completely dominated by these dancing lights that mingle and encircle each other.

Interestingly, the stars seem to be semi aware of their overwhelming number and instead of trying to hit her at an odd angle, are battering down upon her like a storm.

She raises her sword, absorbing most of the missiles with her enchanted blade, then one hits her in her shin, she recoils in pain causing another to hit her in the arm, then her opposite shoulder.

You can see her stoicism giving way to her building fury, until finally she raises her sword aloft, ambient magical energies being sucked into the sword, the runes glowing a blue so bright that you almost mistake it for the color white.

“ENOUGH!” She cries as she brings the sword down, sinking halfway down into the floor, for a moment there’s a strange calm before the storm and then…

Magical energy surges outwards, creating a fireball that drains the stars of their energy and obscures your view of your opponent.

All you see is a swirling dome of blue flames, you’ve not seen something like this before, you’re completely stunned.

Suddenly the dome parts revealing the form of Dramora, she surges forward before you can react, her hand grips your neck tightly and you know you’re beaten.

You look up at her and she looks down at you, there’s a quiet between you two for a time, not an awkward silence, more like an understanding, that needs no words or explanations.

Then she leans down, her grip on your neck loosening as her lips meet yours and you find yourself leaning back against her in turn.

Her right hand remains on your neck, not squeezing, only reminding you of the power she holds as her other hand reaches out, slowly roaming your body.

Before you know it your robes lay in a heap on the floor and she carry’s you to your bed, needing only a single hand to lift your body.

Despite her rough exterior she’s shockingly gentle with your body, laying you back in your bed with great care as her eyes roam your frame.

You chew your bottom lip, not at all used to this kind of attention but happy to welcome it from the warrior.

She reaches up slowly and pounds her chest with a great deal of **** causing her stony armor to fall from her body in chunks.

Now she stands before you, hands on her hips, allowing you to gaze at her muscled frame.

Her muscles are toned, that of a warrior, with arms that could bring down a dragon and a 6 pack adorning her abdomen.

None of which detracts from her more womanly traits, her breasts are by no means small, each a little larger than your head, befitting her size.

Her hips are wide and her thighs are firm and thick, for some strange reason you can imagine them crushing a melon with great ease.

“You like, I take it?” She asks, a small playful tone lacing her normally reserved voice.

It’s only then you realize you’ve been staring at her body, slack jawed, you look away embarrassed but then she speaks again.

“Oh no, I don’t mind, I find it… endearing~” you suddenly feel her hand wrap around your ankles, yanking you to the edge of the bed as she knees down.

You blush fiercely as she slowly spreads your legs, her other hand now reaching down and tearing the fabric from your hips with frightening ease now exposing your wet pussy to full view.

You chew your bottom lip softly as she gently lifts your legs again so that you are within range of her mouth, in essence lifting you upside down with only your head and upper body remaining on the bed now.

Despite the awkward position your mind is focused on anything but, as you look up into her eyes as she slowly rolls her large tongue along your slit.

Your body shudders at the sensation and you let out a whimpering moan as it passes over your outer folds.

She cocks an eyebrow at you, her eyes focused intently on you as she continues, rolling her tongue along your entrance.

Her tongue, being proportional to her size is a little smaller then your entire fist, you wonder how much of the muscle she’ll be able to fit inside you before realizing she won’t be satisfied until she’s all the way in.

Finally she begins her **** in earnest, slowly pressing the tip of her tongue inside you, followed by the rest, your body shudders and you let out loud moans that fill the void of your room.

While normally her size would be an issue, her tongue is malleable and covered in natural lube, allowing her to push deep inside you with relative ease.

Before long you can feel her tip lapping at your cervix, a chill running up your spine as your body trembles under her ministrations.

Despite your feverish panting and moaning she remains stoic, if a little amused by your reactions, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looks through your eyes and into your soul.

From there she begins to swirl her tongue in slow, wide movements, rolling over parts that you didn’t even know you had.

Your muscles grow tense as you writhe in her hands, the pleasure proving far too much for you, much to her amusement.

Finally you reach the edge, your back arching as you shut your eyes tightly, your pussy contracting and tightening around her tongue.

The dam breaks and you experience the single greatest orgasm of your life, your mind goes fuzzy and every muscle of your body tightens and relaxes in rapid succession as you let loose a spray of your juices onto her tongue and into her mouth.

For her part, Dramora seems content to watch you lose your mind to the pleasure, letting you ride out your climax before withdrawing her tongue from you, a satisfied grin painted on her lips.

“You’re adorable…” she says it more so as an observation to herself then a compliment to you, but that doesn’t stop you from blushing like a fool.

She sets your legs down, laying you back in bed as shyly slowly crawls over you, taking great care not to crush you as she positions her hips over your head.

“It is my turn now, yes..?” Though her words form a question her tone makes it clear that this is happening.

You’ve never pleasured a woman before, especially not one of her size, you for a moment fear you won’t be able to satisfy her appetites.

She lowers her lips, bringing her opening ever closer to your face and you notice her opening roughly the size of your whole face as she stops inches from your lips.

Her scent drifts into your nose, an erotic mix of sweat and musk that makes you dizzy as if you were breathing in her natural pheromones.

Tentatively you extend your tongue, giving her a cautious lick along her outermost folds, earning you a soft hum of approval.

Her flavor is strange but welcome, vaguely reminding you of steak as you repeatedly roll your tongue along her pussy.

She lowers her hips further, now sitting on your face in earnest, urging you to push deeper.

Your all to happy to oblige as you press your tongue inside breaching her outer folds with your diminutive tongue, luckily for you she seems wholly unfamiliar with these sensations causing each movement to prompt a shudder or hum from her.

You swirl your tongue around her opening, rolling your tongue around her perimeter until you roll your tongue over a large nub at the roof of her gash, prompting a shuddering moan from her.

You feel her thighs shiver around your head and you redouble your efforts on that point, suckling and laying kisses along its surface.

This strategy pay dividends almost instantly as the towering Amazon lets loose a series of lustful moans and grunts as she tries and fails to maintain her composure.

She begins to rock her hips back and forth, helping you in your lapping though you’re not even sure if she notices her movements as lavish her clit with licks and kisses.

In this mutual state of lust and pleasure, you completely lose track of time, if such a concept even exists here in the first place.

Seconds become minutes, become hours, hell, whole days may have passed and you’d never be the wiser, every part of your being focused on pleasing your lover.

Your tongue and jaw begin to ache from overuse but you care not, using her lustful gasps and mutterings as fuel to feed your inner fire.

Finally the pleasure reaches a breaking point within her, she slams her hips down on you with **** you weren’t prepared for as her muscles tense up and coat your face in her excitement as she rides out a thunderous orgasm.

You lay beneath her, lazily lapping at her pussy as she slowly comes down from her climax, and then your blinded by the light of the outside world, your eyes having adapted to the darkness after spending so long beneath her.

She crawls off of you, collapsing onto your bed, for a moment you fear the bed will break from her weight.

You lay there, only now realizing how out of breath you were from worshiping her pussy.

You’re suddenly tugged onto her lap, you’re too tired to resist her, assuming you even want to at this point.

You lay atop her large body, using her as a mattress, her strong arms gently wrapping around you, unintentionally pulling your head between her tits.

“Hmmm… this… is a new experience to me…. I look forward exploring this further~” she says, her lips gently pressing against your scalp.

And with that, you pass out, when you wake up again, you’ve been tucked into bed and are alone in your room, after a time you manage to summon up the energy to get dressed and head to your next class, feeling more refreshed then you’ve been in a long time.