phoenix ride

//phoenix victory option, requires vagina

[Ride Face] //mostly because it amuses me all the female champion options are 'ride [something]'

The fallen phoenix [if (hp win) {watches you warily|barely pays you any notice}] as you approach, [if (hp win) {but she's}] clearly far too [if (hp win) {injured|distracted}] to defend herself. Not wanting to take any chances, though, you [if (singleleg) {knock|kick}] her scimitar aside before pushing her onto her back. She [if (hp win) {struggles to get up but can't find the strength|lets out a surprised squeak as she hits the ground}], and your [if (singleleg) {weight|knee}] on her stomach stops any further resistance.

Her eyes burn as fierce as her tail as she [if (hp win) {glares up at you|finally notices you}]. [say: I'll never submit.]

Yet here she lies, [if (ischild || iselder) {bested by [if (ischild) {a child|an old [man/lady]}], }] her wings splayed across the mountain soil with a lowly [race] perched on her chest. She doesn't need to submit--no, she's already yours to use as you wish. Perhaps she realizes that too, the phoenix going silent as you lean closer and give her your best smile. It's clear she doesn't know quite what to think about that, but her gaze wavers as you brush the hair out of her face. That's as good a response as you've received from her yet, so you take that as a sign to continue.

She needs to be presentable, after all. Her fiery-red strands are matted with sweat and dirt, in need of far more than your fingers to get untangled. Still, you do the best you can, watching her confusion slowly fade to resignation as you stroke her hair until her breathing slows. The brash fighter almost seems more like [if (isadult || iselder) {[if (births > 0) {your daughter|the daughter you've never had}]|one of your [if (isteen) {childhood}] toys}] now, and you can't help but enjoy her hesitant sigh as her muscles relax under your touch.

But only for a second, before her eyes narrow and her mouth opens once more. [say: I'm a proud warrior! A noble phoenix! I'll not be your--]

Her arrogance fades to a shuddering groan as you shift your [if (singleleg) {weight|knee}] off her and slide your hand inward across her hip, the heat coming off her palpable even through the leather of her loincloth. She's no different from a common harpy, already sticky and aching for you so soon after her defeat. Maybe that was her plan all along, you tell her, gently teasing her open with your fingertips until she whimpers for more.

That's not an answer, though, so you stop, content to watch the rise and fall of each shallow breath as she struggles with her own need.

[say: N-No,] she finally gets out, seemingly more to herself than to you. What little fire of hers that's left vanishes as soon as your hand brushes her clit, the slightest pressure sending her tail thrashing up a cloud of dust. The phoenix's face flushes at her body's instinctive reaction, but she says nothing more.

Not that it matters. Despite her words, you have more than enough proof of her arousal clinging to your fingers, and the way she trembles as your hand emerges from behind her loincloth leaves no room for doubt. With you on top of her, she can do little more than squirm as you smear her wetness across her battle-hardened skin, her mouth obediently opening as soon as you reach her lips. Each time her tongue brushes across your fingertip reminds you how she was born to be a fierce, purpose-bred warrior, now only capable of tasting herself off your hand.

The once-mighty phoenix whimpers pitifully as you slip out of her mouth, but even as satisfying as that is to hear, your own rising desires demand more. Her clothes need to go, and with that in mind, you take her sword in your hand, holding it against her skin until her struggles cease enough for you to pull off her tattered chain shirt. Maybe she finally realizes what's going to happen once you toss it aside and grab one of her breasts, digging your [claws] into her flesh. Surely a fighter like her knows the price of defeat, after all.

She watches intently as you [if (hasarmor) {[if (singleleg) {rise|stand}], removing your [armor] before sliding|slide}] up her stomach, her eyes seemingly torn between the blade in your hand and the [vagina] flush against her skin. It's up to her which one she gets, you tell the helpless girl, idly tracing the edge along her collarbone. Her entire body tenses as you press down more insistently, her head lolling back into the dirt as she finally surrenders everything to you.

There's no need to rush, though, so you set aside her sword and trace your fingers across her ribs, delighting in the way her thighs tremble under your gentle caress. Her body tightens with anticipation as you cup one of her breasts, leaning down until your lips brush across her nipple. She wants this more than she'll ever admit, but her wings beating against the ground from the first touch of your tongue are all the answer you need.

You glance up, right into her glassy, lust-stricken eyes. Gone is any hint of resistance, replaced with nothing more than pure, desperate desire. It's almost sad seeing [if (background is guard) {a fellow warrior|someone so arrogant}] brought this low, her body silently begging for your touch. You can see it in the rise and fall of her chest, feel it in the heat beneath your fingers, and hear it in those sweet whimpers of submission, but none of that matters now. Unlike you, this trembling half-breed is far too weak to take what she wants.

Only the fire within commands your attention, all your thoughts focused on the helpless girl beneath you. Her lips lie tantalizingly close, parted with exhaustion or desire, and her heart pounds beneath your palm as you slide forward. It must be from excitement, as you've heard phoenixes have no fear...

[Next]

Her mouth opens when you [if (singleleg) {draw closer to her face|push yourself into a crouch}], but all that slips out is a single, breathy sigh. Despite her earlier bravado, she's now more than willing to obey, desperate for a chance to taste her superior.

Maybe that's just the way she is, her heritage undeniable as she gazes up at your [vagina] with hunger in her eyes. They remained locked on you as you [if (singleleg) {lower yourself|straddle her}], your [if (singleleg) {nerves alight|legs trembling}] with anticipation as you sink down until the softness of her lips brushes against your waiting folds. [if (wetness = a lot) {She sputters when your arousal first drips onto her but|Your wetness already trickles down your thighs, and she}] wastes no time lapping up every drop, each caress of her tongue tingling on your skin.

Two calloused hands find your [if (singleleg) {body|legs}], holding you steady as she pulls you closer, her enthusiasm clearly getting the better of her. To think she claimed not to want this mere minutes ago, yet now she grips you with the remainder of her strength, unable to hold back. A delightful mix of what must be shame and arousal blooms across her cheeks as she works her way higher, lavishing you with the attention you deserve.

That look alone settles in your core, swirling together with the pressure at your [clit] to leave you breathless. Your hands instinctively slip through her hair, taking it between your fingers as you press yourself against her, every part of you desperate for more. Glancing down proves to almost be too much, her eyes half-lidded and intense as she savors you, worshiping you like [if (low corruption) {a [god]|the [god] you are}]. She belongs here beneath you, the taste of your [vagina] lingering on her lips as an ever-present reminder of her defeat.

Slowly--almost teasingly--she dips lower, your folds easily parting around her tongue as you lean into the phoenix, her face slick with you as you give her nowhere to go but inside. Each brush of her nose across your sensitive clit makes you tremble, your inner walls clenching down on her to draw in as much as they can. Evidently she needs that as well, her nails stinging against your thighs as she grips you tighter and pulls you to her lips. Every twirl of her tongue has your fingers curling in her dust-coated hair as you bite back your moans. If she wants to see you fall apart, she'll have to work for it.

Perhaps she knows, somehow, and that silent challenge catches her attention as she doubles down with deep, strong strokes that rock you to the core. Even her wings flare out across the ground in her excitement, every twitch of your thighs met with a forceful touch that fills your mind with a soft, hazy sweetness. Warmth races across your [skinshort], and a gasp forces itself from your throat as she slips from your depths, the brief lapse in pleasure only making you shudder more when she showers you with kisses. Every part of you, from your stomach down to your [if (isnaga) {tail|[if (isgoo) {base|legs}]}], seems to tighten, your growing release still just out of reach.

Right now, you need it more than anything, and you can only let out of a sigh of relief when she dives back between your folds, drinking down as much as she can. An aggressive thrust of your hips pins her to the ground and jerks her about, the sudden shift in stimulation catching you off-guard. Even she latches on to you in surprise, her fingers [if (hasscales) {clinging tighter to|digging into}] your [skindesc] as you grind across her lips, your breath catching each time they brush along your [clit].

Her tail thumps a steady beat against the ground in her excitement, each lash whipping up a warm breeze across your back. Not hot enough to burn, though, and as that realization struggles to the surface of your muddled mind, you tangle your hands in her hair, holding her as close as you can. Though she won't ever admit it, you have your proof she's enjoying this as much as you.

In that case, you see no reason to hold back, letting your passion take over as you give in to what you both want and mash yourself against her. Each flick of her tongue along your walls drives you higher, and trickles of [if (isgoo) {slime|sweat}] drip onto her with your every thrust. Everything blurs into hot, focused pleasure as you ride her lips, the world grounded in little more than the constant presence of her touch. Your [if (isgoo) {entire body seems to pulse|blood pounds in your veins}] as you peek down, and a glimpse of the focus and desire torn across her face is all it takes to sends you to the brink.

You don't even bother to resist, crying out as a firm press of her tongue and a brush across your [clit] sweep you over, your body tensing and trembling as your [if (singleleg) {strength gives|knees give}] out. The phoenix seems to pay no mind to your [vagina] clenching helplessly around her, not letting up her affection even as you shiver under her touch. It's only by her [if (singleleg) {bracing|holding}] you that you manage to stay upright, and your ragged breaths sharpen to a gasp as she finally slips out and her tongue drags across your sensitive clit.

Her gloating smile catches your attention for but a second before she lets you go and you slump forward in a graceless heap, caught only by the soft feathers of her wings. Not even that is enough to muffle your moan when she trails her tongue across your [skindesc], doing her best to clean you up, and you can't stop your hands from clawing into the dirt as soon as she works her way up your thigh, taking your lips between her own.

Something brushes against your [if (isnaga) {underbelly|[if (isgoo) {slimy base|foot}]}], and a [if (low corruption) {blush|knowing smile}] creeps across your face as you realize just what she's doing. The rustle of her loincloth leaves you with even less doubt, yet her gentle kisses never stop, continuing even while the air fills with the wet sounds of her fingers slipping between her folds. It seems she enjoyed this more than you thought, but [if (high libido) {even as much as you might want a second round|even as thrilling as she is to watch}], you know you can't stay here all [timeofday].

With much reluctance, you pull yourself [if (singleleg) {up|to your feet}], [if (low corruption) {lazily stroking the flustered phoenix's hair before [if (isnaked) {stretching|putting on your [armor]}] and heading|giving her a show as you [if (isnaked) {rise|put on your [armor]}] and head}] back down the mountain to your camp.