Painal Princess

Shadowheart’s magic warmed my hand, the pain fading beneath her gentle touch. When she let go, her fingers lingered at my wrist, tracing lightly.

“You touched Karlach again,” she murmured, half accusatory, half relieved.

I smirked. “Jealous?”

“No, I’m glad,” she said, leaning closer. She tugged at my shirt. “..Glad she is feeling better. She deserves it.”

The lantern light softened her sharp features. She leaned in, breath wine-sweet.

“Are you drunk?”

“A little.” Her smile turned wicked. “And a little convinced.”

“Convinced?”

“Yes. Kagha.” She groaned into her palms. “She is devastating when she gets drunk.”

“What did she say?”

“That you went straight to the good part.” Shadowheart’s cheeks flushed. “No slow buildup over several nights. No teasing. Just... fast and decisive.”

I arched a brow.

She swallowed. “I want more tonight. More than what we have done before.”

[Shadowheart: Corruption +2]

The air crackled.

“You’re sure about this?”

“I’m drunk,” she said, “not helpless. I know exactly what I’m asking.”

Her hand slid to my chest.

“And I want it because you haven't done it with her yet.”

She dropped to her knees before I could answer, fingers already working my belt loose with practiced hunger. My cock sprang free, still slick from Lae’zel’s throat. Shadowheart’s tongue flicked the tip, tasting, and her eyes narrowed instantly.

“So you also visited Lae’zel, huh?” She smirked, licking a slow stripe up the underside. “Saving the best for last, I guess.”

Her lips sealed around me, tongue swirling, drawing a groan from my throat. She sucked devotedly, saliva coating every inch, her moans vibrating as she worked me slick and ready. When she pulled back, strings of spit connected us, her eyes teary and gleaming.

“Turn over,” I ordered.

She obeyed without hesitation, lying back on the ground, knees drawn up, thighs spread wide. She hooked her arms under her legs, holding herself open, pussy glistening, but the real prize lay below—her tight ass offered like a challenge.

I knelt between her thighs, cock nudging her entrance. She inhaled sharp as I pressed in—slow, relentless—her ring stretching around me, hot and impossibly tight. “Fuck,” she hissed, voice trembling. “It burns… but gods, it feels filthy-good.”

I sank deeper, inch by inch, until I was buried in her ass. She shuddered, eyes rolling, a broken moan spilling free. “More,” she begged, nails digging into her own thighs to keep them spread. “Ruin me.”

I started slow, savoring the clutch of her body, then faster, harder, hips moving on their own. Each thrust punched the air from her lungs, her breasts bouncing, nipples diamond-hard. I pinched one—hard—twisting until she cried out, back arching, followed by an alluring blast straight into the sensitive peak. Pleasure detonated; her whole body convulsed, ass clenching around my cock like a vice.

“Again,” she gasped, voice raw. “Pinch them—hurt me.”

I obliged, rolling both nipples between cruel fingers, blasts crackling through them. She screamed, thighs quivering, pussy dripping untouched as the pain flipped to pure ecstasy. “It hurts so good,” she panted, eyes wild.

I pounded harder, lost in the wet heat, her moans turning feral. Another blast into her nipples and she shattered—ass spasming, body bucking, a shrill cry tearing from her throat as she came from the stretch alone.

[Shadowheart: Corruption +5]

The change hit mid-thrust and was immediate. Her skin paled to moonlit porcelain, hips stayed wide but waist narrowed, carving sharper, more elegant lines. Breasts lifted higher, fuller, impossibly sensitive—the cool air brushing them made her quiver and moan. She looked up at me, wicked, transformed—she looked like a dark high-priestess of a sex cult, not the battle-ready cleric of Shar I knew.

I kept fucking her, relentless, until I spilled deep inside her ass, thick ropes flooding her as she came again, voice breaking on my name.

She lay trembling, thighs still held open, cum leaking slow from her ruined hole, eyes glowing with corrupted devotion.

“By the lady, that was amaziii—”

Before the words left her lips, her hand jerked—Shar’s patience gave as her sigil flared under the skin on her palm, a spike of divine pain lancing through her.

The corruption twisted it instantly. Pain became molten pleasure, surging straight to her core.

She arched off the ground with a broken cry, thighs clamping together as a fresh, violent orgasm tore through her. Her pussy spasmed, untouched, a gush of wetness soaking the linen beneath her. She writhed, back bowing, breasts shaking, voice dissolving into breathless, worshipful mewls.

“Yours,” she whimpered at me, trembling in the aftershocks, eyes rolling back. “Always yours. You can fuck my ass whenever..”

I brushed a thumb over her swollen lips. She kissed it, hungry.

The celebration roared on outside, drums and moans bleeding through the canvas.

I felt the pull to join the debauchery, but I stayed.

Shadowheart curled into my chest, breath warm against my throat, body still trembling with soft aftershocks. Her eyes, now darker, hungrier, utterly devoted, lifted to mine, glowing with quiet worship.

This was the perfect moment for a few bonus points.

I reached into my pocket and drew out the Ring of Protection, simple silver, warm from my skin, the one Arabella had pressed into my palm with a shy thank-you for saving them.

Shadowheart’s gaze flicked to it, confused.

I took her left hand, still faintly trembling, and slid the ring onto her finger.

Her eyes widened.

The usual sharp tongue gone as she stared at the ring, then at our joined hands, voice climbing half an octave.

“Thank you… I… yes—I mean, thank you.”

A giddy, breathless laugh escaped her. “No one has ever just given me anything before.”

I smiled. “I want you to have it. It will keep you safe.”

[Shadowheart: approval +8]

She clutched my hand tight, ring glinting between our palms, and buried her face against my neck.

Her body, well-fucked, glowing, and suddenly shy, curled closer, legs tangling with mine.

For the first time all night Shadowheart looked small.

Happy.

Utterly, perfectly happy.

I held her until the drums outside faded to a lullaby, and the only beat I felt was her heart against my chest.