Select Your Player: Tharja

>Anon is fast asleep in his tent.
>You, Chrom, and the gang had just won an important victory against Gangrel and the Plegians. Now, you had set camp at the edge of the Plegian desert for the night, awaiting return to Ylisse.
>Being the expert tactician you were, you managed to completely outmaneuver and destroy the army, even though you were outnumbered by a longshot. Your guerrilla tactics certainly impressed Chrom, so he had a special reward planned for you when you got home. But for now, you needed to hit the sack.
>On the way of your long journey, you managed to pick up an expert in dark magic named Tharja. Few had seen such prowess before in the dark arts, and magic in general. She was a valuable warrior in your strategy, easily leading the charge and toppling her former Plegian allies.
>Something about you must have appealed to her, as she really admired you. Actually, she downright stalked you, so maybe she admired you a little bit too much. Whenever she was around, she always had that lustful glare in her eyes, which made you feel very uncomfortable. Yet at the same time, it drew you in closer to her, like the devil magic she knew how to do so well.
>Tharja had no personal boundaries between you and her, so she often asked very personal questions like it was an interview, such as "What turns you on?" or "How big is your cock?". Rarely did she ever blush when asking these questions, so how she kept a straight face was beyond you.
>Also, she loved to share her sexual fantasies, hexes, and turn-ons with you. And she often described them in vivid detail, telling you about how she wanted a twelve inch cock pounding her up her ass. Her fantasies were very hot for sure, but they always involved you, and more often than not, it was against your will. How she carelessly tossed these thoughts around made you wonder: "Did she hit her head on the way down from the apple tree?".
>Anyway, it was her face was what led one to ponder such questions. A dark set of eyes, long bangs that ran in front of her forehead and sometimes covering her eyes, and a creepy smile on her face was the stuff of horror movies. Two twintails that ran down her head should have made her look cute, but it actually made her look even more creepy. You could see someone who wasn't straight in the head with a face like that.
>Even if Tharja was screwed up in the head, below her head was a body that the boys would kill for. She was a tad short in stature, coming in at about five feet and a few inches, so there's a start (guys go crazy over short girls).
>She had an ass that was the envy of the rest of the women in camp, and her pride and joy. It was very large and round, especially in proportion to her body. Her glutes were solid slabs of thick, beefy flesh, muscular, and round. It probably wouldn't even jiggle when smacked, firm as blocks of iron.
>She also had a big pair of boingy bits (as Nowi referred to them) that she loved to flaunt to the guys, and use to taunt the ladies. They were E-cups, so you'd think they'd sag a little. Actually, they were as perky as A-cups, and almost free of sag whatsoever. She could still squeeze them, however, if she wanted to use them to toy with you.
>Tharja had a killer body that she could use to bend you to her twisted will. Her thin, scanty clothes only accentuated this body, and made it even harder to fight the temptation. You could see her finely toned abs and thighs through her black bodystocking that covered everything below the neck. To keep some decency, much thicker black, completely opaque fabric covered her breast and crotch areas like a sort of bikini.
>She wore a long black cape with red and gold accents on the inside and edges that ran down to her ankles from a golden collar on her neck. That wasn't all the gold she had, because sitting on her short, raven locks of hair was a thin, wiry crown that resembled a tiara of some sorts. To hold the outfit together was a black loincloth that ran down to her knees, and ended in a triangular point.
>And such a body was only shared with you. Tharja would only share her secrets and fantasies about sex with you. To everyone else, she defended her secrets with her life. Anyone who tried to spread rumors about her would get torn a new one, whether it be her caustic comments or a hex.
>One time when someone called her a whore, she cast a hex on him that rendered the man impotent. Another time, a woman spread nasty gossip about you and Tharja in a relationship. As a curse, the woman's voluptuous breasts were reduced to a flat chest in retaliation. Tharja would do anything to keep you, and- she was coming into the tent right now!
>"Aww, how sweet. He's sleeping. Sleeping and… helpless. Hee hee hee hee…" she cackled, a devilish look in her eye.
>She skulked her way over to your bed, careful not to knock anything over, or trip on something. Her plan required you to be asleep, and so far, it was going without a hitch. An eerie grin grew on her face as she got closer and closer towards you.
>"Heh heh heh… you're my little sex toy now…"
>She placed her hand on your forehead, feeling it over for your body heat, running it through your hair. Her other hand crept toward the covers, slowly pulling them away from you. With the covers out of the way, she reached into your pants, grasping your flaccid cock.
>"Mmmm… you have no idea what you're in for." she whispered into your ear.
>Pulling your pants down past your knees, she let your slowly hardening cock spring out of your underwear and clutched it in her hand. A dark, purple aura began to perspire from her hands, consuming your vulnerable member in the process.
>"Eye for an eye, make him mine!"
>An electric shock rippled throughout your cock like a lightning rod and into your body, frying your brain in the process. It felt like something else was starting to take control of your body, yet you were still sleeping like a log. Truth was, your body was moving on its own now, independent of your brain. You were sleepwalking! Your mind was asleep, but your body was now a device to her twisted will.
>"Yes… now get up."
>Your body began to move on its own, getting out of bed and standing up. Tharja's toothy grin had grown, stretching from ear to ear by now. Her purple eyes were pointed at your crotch, eyeing your package.
>"Good. Now strip!"
>You began to strip off your clothes, starting with shoes and socks, and then removing your shirt and pants and underwear in a seamless motion. You stood there, naked and defenseless to Tharja's desires.
>"Mmmm… you have such a sexy body, Anon. But something's missing…"
>Your dick was fully erect now, but Tharja always told you that she loved it big. She wanted something bigger out of you.
>"Grandmother's wig... make his cock big!"
>In a hot flash, something in your cock gave way. The skin began to stretch, your fully hard erection beginning to get even bigger. And it didn't stop at nine inches, or ten. The head began to swell up in proportion to the shaft, the balls getting bigger, everything expanding until your cock stopped at twelve inches long.
>"Oh gods… mmph… so big…" she moaned, wasting no time to put your huge shaft in her mouth.
>Immediately, she licked and tongued your cock with it in her mouth. Her tongue slithered and slid against the head, as she slowly lowered her head and pushed it deeper into her mouth. She bobbed her head, trying to take the whole thing into her mouth.
>"Mmmm... it's perfect…"
>Lewd moans and groans were muffled by your cock in her mouth, it pushing even further into her mouth. She felt the tip of it poke her throat, a bulge in the shape of your dick forming in her neck. Tharja gagged and choked in pleasure, letting it jab and poke her throat some more. It was only a matter of time until she had to let go for air.
>"Hahh…"
>She began to lick your underside with her tongue, slathering her juices all over the shaft. This was Tharja's wet dream every night, and she got to live it out with you. Her bodystockings were already sopping wet with her nectar of arousal.
>"Hav… have my breasts, Anon."
>She gripped the fabric of her bodystockings and ripped them open. Inch by inch of her breasts were revealed to you, until they tumbled out of their fabric case. She wrapped them around the base, and started moving them up and down, squeezing them against you.
>Almost effortlessly, they slid against your cock, her hard nipples rubbing into your thighs. Her eyes were focused in front of her, locked onto your prize, coated with her saliva for a lube.
>Tharja's tits were so big, more than half of your dick was swallowed up in between them. The rest of it stuck out from inside her cleavage, poking and jabbing her in the mouth. In response, she wrapped her lips around the head, gently licking it with her tongue.
>As she suckled on the head, she began to undo the front of her cape and loincloth, letting them fall to the floor. The scent of Tharja's moistening slit began seeping through her bodystockings and drifting into the air around you. Her clothes were large in area, but thinly woven, to where one could see her muscles and curves.
>Now that she was freed from the restraints of her cape and loincloth, she could move her body much easier. She began to press her breasts tighter around the shaft, moving them with much more vigor. Such vigor reflected her burning desire to be with you, and pleasure you.
>But at the same time, a sense of impatience was forming in her eyes. She tried to continue focusing on her titjob, but the fantasies of you, gripping her body, putting it in her, were beginning to cloud her thinking. After a few minutes, she released your cock from her breasts. Standing up, she locked you in her embrace, drawing her lips close to your ear (implying you could hear her when you were asleep and under some voodoo magic).
>"Pleasure me, Anon… I'm all yours from here…" she whispered.
>Instinctively, you cupped her breasts with your hands. You began to gently knead and squeeze her supple flesh, letting your fingers dig into her skin. Tharja began to softly moan, her face contorting in bliss.
>"Mmmm…" she moaned.
>Her tits were solid mounds of beefy flesh, barely moving in your hands. They certainly weren't hard as rocks, but much firmer than most women. The nipples, however, were very sensitive to the touch. You began to pinch them with your fingers, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
>"Oooohh… yes!" she squealed.
>Your left hand gravitated towards her huge ass from her left breast, clenching one of her buttocks in your hand. Tharja was about to overheat from your iron grasp. Your fingers pressed into her flesh, the nails poking her her ass.
>Drawing her face closer to yours, the two of you locked in a passionate kiss. Your tongue pushed past her lips, and into her mouth. She completely submitted to your sloppy tongue, letting it press and roll in her mouth. As the two of you made out, your hands groping her body, you slowly moved backwards, falling down onto the bed. The kiss was broken, a sultry gaze in her eyes.
>"You want my pussy, Anon?" she crowed in her husky voice. In response, you forced her legs apart to no protest from Tharja.
>You gripped the legs of her bodystocking, ripping apart a hole on where the crotch was. A tearing noise mixed with a groan of arousal from Tharja, as you tore her clothes open, revealing her sopping, throbbing pussy.
>"Ohh yes… you going to put it in me?" she panted, a smile creeping on her face.
>And put it in her you did. You took all twelve inches of your cock, and thrust it all into her aching folds. Violently retracting it out, you pushed it back in, pumping your hips forward and backward. The tent began to fill up with noises: the bed squeaking, Tharja's moaning,  your thighs slapping her body.
>"Nngh… unf… oh gods yes… love me, Anon!"
>If you were awake, you could have seen colors and stars flying through Tharja's purple eyes. Her tongue began to hang out as gasps of hot air puffed out her mouth. Her body began to tense up, tightening its grasp on you. Adrenaline rushed through her veins as proof of how sexually excited she was to live out her wet dream with you.
>You didn't feel it because your mind was asleep, but Tharja's pussy had an airtight grip on your dick, barely allowing it to move. It took all the effort your hex-controlled body had to fuck her this hard, especially to continously pound her like a jackhammer. But the juices secreted from her sopping wet lips were all that you needed to push it in her.
>Most women would be in a bit of pain having something this big go all the way inside of her, but Tharja seemed to have no problem handling cocks this big. Regardless, her heart was accelerating out of control, blood gushing through her arteries at 100 miles an hour. She loved having such a huge cock up one hole, but you could hear her asking for it in the other hole.
>"Please… put it in my ass…" she begged.
>You immediately pulled out, and repositioned Tharja onto her knees with her ass hanging out. Deciding she had no use for her bodystockings anymore, you gripped two sides of them, and began to tear them apart from the seat. The split in her clothes grew even bigger, making its way up the midsection, and to the neck. By there, it was completely destroyed, carelessly cast aside. Grabbing her by her now bare cheeks, you shoved it all into her tight ass.
>As you pulverized her rectum with your throbbing manhood, she gripped the bedsheets, almost ripping pieces off of the mattress. With hearts in her eyes, Tharja let out a very loud cry of pleasure as you pushed all the way up her ass.
>"Oooohh!"
>Pushing deeper into her asshole (and yes she was clean), you may have felt her cheeks clamping harder onto your cock if you were awake. All twelve inches of you pushed through, going deeper and deeper into her tight ass, and with no lube.
>Tharja's face was flushed red, beads of sweat running down her cheeks. Her eyes were rolling backward into her skull. She had given up on coherent speech a long time ago. To add to the mess developing on the covers, drops or her nectar began to drip out her slit, almost making a little puddle.
>Her heart was pounding against her chest, sending blood rocketing through her veins. She was fighting for air, since she was breathing so damn fast. Her world was quaking, her mind was about to explode, the walls started to shake around her. This was her fantasy turned reality.
>"Aghh… you… you're… so ffff…. uhhh…"
>Her ass was starting to bruise, your thighs smacking her ass with the force of a train. The bed was about to fall apart from being abused so much. Tharja was starting to suffocate under her own pleasure. Begging for you to stop, you retracted your cock out of her. Her tender asshole was stretched open from being pulverized so violently.
>"Phew… you were… amazing..."
>"Nngh, I wanna ride the pony..." you mumbled in your deep sleep.
>"Well how about I ride you, Anon. Heh heh heh…" she cackled.
>Your voodoo-controlled body knowing what she meant, you laid down onto the bed. With your erection standing up, Tharja awkwardly tried to straddle your legs, guiding it back inside of her. She let it slide back into her nethers with a barely audible slithering noise. With her hips, she began to work the shaft in and out of her.
>"Oooh… yes! Right there..."
>Tharja was in complete control right now. She could rock her hips, backward or forward, up or down, or side to side. When she bounced her whole body up and down, her hair went flying around in motion with her body. The bed began to squeak and shake once again under the weight of the two of you.
>If it weren't for the hex she cast on you, the noise from Tharja's moaning might have woke up. And that may not have ended well, as technically, you did not give consent to her. That only made the sex all the more thrilling, with you under her reins without a word of protest.
>And the best part for her was how long you could last. Being asleep dulled your nerves to sexual stimulation, slowing down your orgasm. But Tharja having such a body meant it was only a matter of time until you had to cum.
>"Ahhhh… I'm getting close..."
>It took a lot of thrusting, but finally, pressure began to build. And this time, it was a sudden burst of pressure. Your cock had become a dam under pressure, about to burst at some point. But Tharja wanted to be closer to you when you came inside of her.
>"Come closer, Anon." she moaned.
>Automatically, you reached your arms out, sitting up and gripping Tharja's backside. Now she could embrace you with her body, letting her breasts press against your chest, letting her lips lock with yours. Once again, she began to buck her hips upward and downward, this time, drawn close in an embrace.
>"Mmmm... I want your… cum… inside of me." she whimpered, staring into your closed eyes.
>As you kept fucking her senselessly, more pressure began to build, to the point to where  your sleeping mind could feel it. It almost seemed to expand some more with a huge load of cum developing in your nuts.
>"Oh gods… I'm going to…"
>Every ounce of energy in your body started rushing toward your groin area, getting ready to come shooting of your dick. Your back arched forward, your knees turning into jelly, your glutes abruptly contracting. At long last, the pressure became too much to hold back.
>"Yes! Yes… I… AAAAAAAHHH!!"
>Finally, a flood of cum came gushing out your cock and inside of her. It didn't just come in little contractions, rather it came in a concentrated stream. You were literally ejaculating in her like a fire hose. After a few seconds of spraying, it resumed to several violent contractions, each creaming her insides further and further.
>It took a while to stop, but once it did, cum came dripping out of her sopping pussy, mixing with her juices.
>"Ooh yes! I want your cum!" she cackled, madly stuffing your seed inside of her.
>Having the spell worn off on you, you fell backward into your bed, falling asleep as if nothing happened. Still hungry for you, she laid down on your bed, crawling under the covers. She cuddled and snuggled you for several minutes, as she drifted to sleep.
>The next morning, you woke up to see Tharja right next to you, naked and staring at you.
>"You were excellent last night, Anon."