Dancer's Delights

//Giantress, Vaginal Vore, Rape, Watersports(ish)//

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  The Dancer of the Boreal Valley, an imposing foe brought about by the death of Emma, the High Priestess of Lothric Castle. A slender, yet massive humanoid female of unearthly proportions clad in blue and silver armor with an enclosed steel helmet. The Dancer crouched on her impossibly long legs at an acute angle, further forward than any human capable. The Dancer wielded a set of equally as large curved swords; one imbued with fire and the other frost.
  The Ashen one stood with his back against the wall, his Estus flask empty and the touch of death looming over his shoulders. The constant stream of attacks that flowed from his blade had only served to enrage the seemingly indomitable adversary set before him. However, it was with great pride that the he readied himself for his final assault against the Dancer, as every moment wasted was a moment that he allowed her to close the gap he had set between them.
  With each successive blow the Ashen One felt his stamina waning, yet while he knew it foolish, still he persisted in his assault. Through the series of two-handed vertical slashes, his vision engrossed in the visage of his enemy, a flicker of movement from his left side caught his attention. The Dancer's elegant fingers clutched his upper legs and torso before bringing him aloft nearly four meters off the ground. The Ashen One struggled against the Dancer's unwavering grip, unwittingly burying the edges of his bent armor into his right side. A groan of pain escaped his lips, and he attempted to maneuver his body away from the steel.
  "Unhand me, foul demon!" Exclaimed the Ashen One, and in one last ditch effort he hurled his broadsword towards the Dancer's belly.
  The tip of the blade pierced the Dancer's tights and tumbled down, creating a gash in the fabric, before becoming dislodged and clanging against the floor. The Ashen One's gaze rose to match the Dancer's and for a brief moment the two stared at each other. Then as quickly as she picked him up the Dancer threw him onto the red carpet which extended down the middle of the room, knocking the wind out him.
  The sound of cloth ripping apart drew his attention to the Dancer's crotch, where she used his toothpick of a sword to cut away a square of her blue under armor. Droplets fell from her soaked vulva and echoed up the tall cathedral walls, and The Ashen One couldn't help but stare at the engorged labia that oozed excitement.
  A swift tug here, a flick of her fingers there, and the Ashen One's armor flung from his body in every direction, leaving him completely naked and cold. The monstrously sized labia descended upon the length of his entire body, squishing him against the carpet. His face sunk into the tender flesh of her erect clitoris, to which she promptly set to work on rubbing up and down his torso.
  Words escaped the Ashen One, he couldn't form a coherent sentence due to the utter confusion that overwhelmed his senses. The Dancer's body was cold, yet hot. The air condensed around her breath then immediately turned to steam.
  The Dancer's weapons dropped to the floor with a thunderous bang and her pace increased. The bulbous clit mushed against his body while her vagina actively oozed a puddle of juice which quickly encompassed him. Without a second thought the Ashen One took hold of the Dancer's clit and dug his fingers into it, then pulled and tugged in an attempt to rip it from her body.
  With her neck craned back, the Dancer swiftly scooped the Ashen One into her hand and shoved his entire body within her vaginal canal. The ensuing ensemble of screams that resonated within her, panicked kicks and punches, and his constantly wiggling and squirming sent such pleasurable ripples up the Dancer's spine that the tender and seeping walls bared down on him in desire. Try as he might, every attempt at freeing himself from the perverted cell resulted in various waves, ripples, or overbearing vibrations of the canal.
  While knowing his entrapment could lead to death, the Ashen One couldn't contain his own lust. The blood-filled erection of which he sported found itself within the confines of a moist crevice, and though he attempted to stave it off, the Dancer's constant movement did the work for him. The warm, yet still somehow cold, embrace of the perverse crevice gripped and massaged his cock in such a way he never thought possible. It got under his foreskin, and at the same time it gripped the skin and ground against his fleshy rod.
  From within her genitals, the Ashen One could tell the Dancer was vigorously rubbing her clitoris by the constant pulsating movement of the vaginal walls. As could he tell that every one of his movements, no matter how minor, was helping her near the brink of orgasm. So, hopeful that his transgressions would be forgiven and he allowed to live, the Ashen One flailed his arms and thrashed his legs against the Dancer's canal.
  A gush of fluid ejected him from her vagina and the Dancer fell onto her side while still pinching, rubbing, and circling her clitoris like mad. The Ashen One stood with his arm still tucked between her folds, soaked and dripping wet, while watching the giant of a woman climax. After a lengthy and rambunctious series of moans which only increased in intensity as they went on, a torrent of urine ejected from her urethra and carried the Ashen One towards the end of the room. And there he laid, covered in piss, awaiting the moment which would decide his fate.
  Thirty minutes passed in relative silence with the occasional moan, or odd groan periodically breaking it. The Dancer laid on her side, clutching her vulva in one hand and pinching her clitoris with the other. Behind her, the fog gate that previously prevented the Ashen One's escape fell into a cloudy pile then dissipated. He took it as his chance for freedom and clamored to his feet. The Dancer eyed the flea of being as he made his nude escape, and allowed him to do so, for she knew he would be back sooner or later to taste in the desserts he hadn't the gall to enjoy.
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