Use Your Illusion

The midnight black leathery wings on Marus’s back snap backwards. The movement propels him into Mira with unheard of speed. Then his wings snap forward enough to cease his movement as he came to touch the far from fallen Paladin.

With a sharp intake of breath “Aaahhh…” , Marus’s movements surprise Mira.

Mira exclaims in her surprise objecting to Marus’s rush to his prize. “Heiippp!” His lips lock with hers for a moment as his hands weave around to massage concentric clockwise circles in her lower back.

Mira’s back arches as she pushes her bountiful breasts upwards into Marus’s masculine hairy chest. She could feel his blood-engorged but prehensile organ teasing her labia and clitoris. However, she notes he does not take her.

Therefore, Mira waits for her explanation as Marus’s fiery tongue and kiss moves along her neck and shoulder. “I have little problem with taking advantage of your underestimation of me, my love. You will be far from the first woman who thinks they can change their man. Maybe you will be successful, though we will have to wait and see.

“There in is the answer. You are giving yourself to me in the hope of distracting me. You wish to help your noble Kingdom of Arlain any way that you please. Yet sacrifice is the path to loss and despair. Instead of bringing you closer to the Goddess it brings you closer to hell… but, it takes you away from my domain so I will help you avoid that.”

Marus nibbles on and licks Mira’s ear teasingly. This causes her to whimper in sexual frustration. It is a feeling wholly unfamiliar to her. She is used to controlling her own sexual adventures and release. In that, frustration is without a place.

“The choir is finding a way to have what you want in a way that benefits you… or whoever else. In my case submitting to me does distract me but admit that it is I that you have always wanted. Regardless of whether your kingdom won or loss, deep down you always knew your path eventually leads here in bed, with me.

“You would chase the thoughts away with thoughts of whatever male you fancied, or is trying to woe you. Sometimes you would justify it with dreaming as you just did of a way to still be with the Goddess and be mine at the same time. Yet in the end, your path was leading you here with me in bed.

“You even prayed to your Goddess that when it came time you would experience pleasure instead of pain. You already knew of what my Orcs and Goblins do when at war with Humans. So you wished for an easy way past their fermented brains unmolested and unused.

“You ask me how did I break you. You think to trick me into revealing some bit of information that tells you how to resist further. You feel yourself slipping but it is all an illusion. You are afraid. You are in denial, and you think that you are yet to be broken.

“Except that you do feel your body yearn for my touch and it scares you witless. Your lips yearn for my touch, and your womb yearns for my seed.”