More Sex

Steven and Melissa returned to the guild as dusk settled, the day’s chaos fading into hunger. At the dining hall counter, Steven slid 2 copper across, grinning. “Two of those, please.” The chef grunted, plating up a pair of fantasy tacos—a quirky twist on his old-world favorite. The shells were golden-brown flatbreads, crisped and folded, stuffed with shredded mist eel, a tender, smoky fish laced with a tangy herb glaze. A dollop of cloudberry crema—creamy, tart, and faintly glowing—topped it, flecked with crunchy saltvine seeds. Two sides flanked each: a heap of glowroot fries, thin, starchy tendrils fried crisp and shimmering faintly blue, and a small bowl of spiced kelp slaw, shredded green strands zinging with a peppery bite. Melissa’s eyes lit up as they sat. “Oh my gods, I love these!” she chirped, diving in.

They chowed down, flavors popping—eel smoky, crema sharp, fries crunchy. Between bites, Melissa spilled her day. “Got remeasured at a new shop—my old stuff’s hopeless now. Told my usual tailor they shrunk in the wash, and they bought it! Ordered new clothes that actually fit, but I’m short on coin, so they’re holding ‘em ‘til I pay.” Steven wiped his mouth, curious. “How’ll you get the cash?” She grinned. “Mage guild stuff—odd jobs at the tower. Heading there tomorrow—should cover it.” He nodded, then leaned in. “Oh, get this—in the cave, I figured out how to see in the dark. Golden glow, like night vision.” Her jaw dropped, taco pausing mid-air. “Wow, mages have chased that skill for years—no one cracks it! If you did, tell Rebecca—she’d lose her mind over it.” They agreed to hit the mage tower together in the morning.

Dinner done, they strolled to the barracks hall. Steven paid the guard 1 copper for his room, and Melissa tagged along, smirking. “Can’t sleep alone anymore,” she teased, slipping inside. She leapt onto the bed, legs splaying wide. “Baaaaabe,” she drawled, voice a sultry stretch, already naked—her new curves bared, silver hair fanning the pillow. Steven’s pulse raced; he stripped in a flash, clothes hitting the floor as he climbed aboard, diving between her thighs.

He devoured her, lips and tongue worshipping her hairless coin slot pussy—licking slow, then fast, lapping her clit with hungry flicks. His thumbs massaged her folds, coaxing shivers as she moaned, “Oh, Steven…” Her hands gripped her fuller breasts, kneading them, nipples stiff under her fingers. Mischief sparked—he tapped the Soulcatcher’s Band, wielding Soulbinding’s influence. Fleshsculpting shaped bodies, Mind-Dominion bent thoughts—this was soul-deep. He willed her sensitivity to double, a subtle pulse from the ring threading into her essence. Her eyes widened, a gasp morphing mid-word—“What the heeeee—” cut off by a pleasure-soaked squeal.

She bucked, wild, and shoved him back. “Lay down—now,” she demanded, voice thick with need. Steven grinned, sprawling flat as she mounted him, her tiny frame straddling his hips. She slid his cock inside, her tight heat enveloping him with a greedy pull. She rode him like a storm—hips slamming down, taking his full length in relentless, addict-fast thrusts. Her little legs pumped, thighs quivering as she bounced, silver hair whipping, new ass jiggling with each drop. Steven’s hands roamed her breasts, squeezing their plump weight—her tiny fingers joined his, pinching her nipples as she moaned a filthy symphony: “Oh, Steven—fuck, yes—Steven, gods, mmm—don’t stop, never stop!” This 62-year-old gnome, youthful as a 20-something, rode like a madwoman—untamed, insatiable, her voice a crescendo of lust.

Her pace quickened, slamming home with wet, rhythmic slaps—his cock throbbed, her walls clenching tight. He couldn’t hold back, erupting inside her, a hot flood as he groaned her name. But she wasn’t done—her hips kept rolling, chasing her peak. She arched, a primal cry tearing free—“Fuck, yes!”—as her orgasm hit, shuddering through her, juices slicking them both. Exhausted, she slumped onto his belly, his cock still buried deep, her breath ragged. She gazed up, eyes molten with love. “This… is… amazing,” she panted, each word a gasp, her new body trembling against his.