The Mouth of a Warrior

Lae’zel’s tent was without decor, a folded bedroll, her sword propped by the corner, and a lantern hanging at the top, casting a dim light inside.

She turned to face me without a word. There was no hesitation in her eyes, just the same cool precision she carried into every battle. Her stare locked with mine—intense, unflinching. Yet something faint shimmered beneath the surface. Gratitude.

Then she knelt.

"You have demonstrated tactical bravery," she said calmly. "And your leadership has secured us victory again. Despite your form lacking the strength of a warrior, you find ways to compensate."

Her gaze dropped briefly to my waist, then rose again.

"You have earned this."

She opened her mouth, slowly. Her tongue rolled out—not in a tease, but as presentation. Offered. She kept eye contact the entire time, face unreadable but waiting. Expectant.

I undid my belt and my cock sprang forward into the cool air. Her eyes twitched—not down, but up. Watching me.

She didn’t move.

I stepped closer and slid myself into her waiting mouth. Warm and wet.

Her lips closed around me, firm but not forceful. Her tongue curled under the head, tracing slow, deliberate movements. Not submission—stillness. She wasn’t working for my pleasure, nor her own. She was offering her body as tool.

Her tongue danced along the underside in slow swirls, curious but cautious. She made no attempt to bob her head or increase speed. Her hands stayed resting on her thighs. It was not servitude. It was a formal acknowledgment of merit.

I reached forward and placed a hand on the back of her head.

She instantly pulled away half an inch. Her brows drew together slightly. Her muscles tensed.

Right. Too far. Not yet.

I adjusted, sliding my hands instead to either side of her jaw. She didn’t resist this.

I began to send small pulses—quick bursts of eldritch pleasure through my fingertips. The pulses met inside her mouth, blooming along her tongue and jaw. Her eyes fluttered briefly, then opened again, still locked on mine.

I used my grip to guide her, rocking slowly. Her mouth accepted it, form stiff but open. Her tongue adjusted, curling more deliberately, trying to keep pace.

Her breathing shifted. Her shoulders twitched. She made a soft sound, muffled by my cock.

The next pulse I sent was stronger, and she trembled. Her throat spasmed slightly, and her eyes—those intense, alien golds—widened. Something flickered in them: Confusion. Surprise.

And then it happened again. Her body jolted in a rhythm that wasn’t mine.

A series of small orgasms started hitting her in rythm.

Still her mouth held me. Still her tongue moved, hesitant but eager to map the shape of this power.

She moaned—soft and low. Her cheeks hollowed around me as her jaw relaxed. And her eyes… they said everything. What is this? Why does it feel like this? Is this duty? Or submission?

I began to thrust. Shallow at first. Controlled. Her lips tightened instinctively, and she took it.

More moans. Every motion sent another tremor through her. I could see it in her arms, her shoulders, the way her knees trembled slightly beneath her.

Still those eyes watched me. Wide. Wanting. Conflicted.

She began to breathe through her nose, deep and steady, trying to master it. Her hips shifted involuntarily. Her body was no longer offering itself—it was reacting.

As I neared climax, I pulsed again—harder.

The dual surges met in her mouth, wrapped her tongue in unholy magic, and pushed downward, through her throat.

The pleasure accumulated, pressure boiling over until I came deep in her mouth. The first jet hit the back of her throat and she flinched, just slightly—but she held.

The second triggered the blast. A massive burst of pleasure detonated between my palms, through her mouth, into her spine and out her limbs. She screamed against my cock, voice muffled, throat vibrating with the **** of her orgasm.

She jerked. Her whole body locked up. Her thighs quivered. Her breasts swelled visibly under her armor, hips rounding, the hard athletic curve of her ass blooming with plush heat. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air, and when I pulled out, a strand of spit and seed clung to her lip.

She didn’t wipe it. The glisten stayed on her lip like a mark of honor.

She just blinked slowly. Her breath came shallow, quick, chest still rising as if catching up to the delayed waves of aftershock.

Then she licked her lips. A slow, calculated flick of her tongue and her eyes widened again. She shivered. A full-body twitch that started in her mouth and spread to her thighs. Her skin responded to every movement of her own tongue.

"They are... sensitive," she murmured, still staring at me. Not a question but an observation.

I nodded.

She gave a small, gentle nod in return. Controlled, composed. But her lips were still parted. Her breath already back.

No words. No weakness. But something new flickered beneath her discipline.

I stood and stepped back toward the tent flap, re-fastening my belt slowly.

"See you tomorrow."

She looked up at me one last time, chin still slick, mouth slightly open. Her tongue brushed the corner of her lip again.

She nodded.

[Lae’zel: Corruption +5]

Hi again everybody! Once again thank you for all the likes, favorites and especially the comments and feedback. I love reading all your ideas and interact in the comments! And I am truly humbled by the love the story is getting.

This chapter marks the first stage of corruption for each of the 3 main girls (for now) and as you see, we are working on pics for the erotic events, it might not be all, but hopefully a good chunk. There is also quite a treasure trove of alternate transformations and sexy pics that I can not use for the story, but I will start to upload to Patreon. As well as the pics used in this story in HQ.

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