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<SomethingElse>:  had a role in mind you'd like to play?
<SophisticatedMageRper>: My oh my, you have my ear dear friend
<SomethingElse>: hard to imagine you'd find many friends in such a sorry state; they seem less than careful with that sweet girl...and seems so much to take to get lovelessly reduced to a lifeless cocksleeve in some cold alley somewhere
<SomethingElse>: but think you'd fare better than the last heroines they hunted? Or would we find you barely dressed, swarmed and slumped over the nearest thing they find to break you against?
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Such fanciful and sorid words ring true to my heart, I am to put it gently enough, more then intrested in playing the role of an intellectual turned into a moaning cumdump as is proper~
<SomethingElse>: the joy of a mindless, hung horde: perhaps not a true test of that sharp mind
<SomethingElse>: but with theirs all following that singular drive to fill whatever fresh fuckmeat they find: seems only right someone avenges them ...running headlong into battle seems an easy way to end up like the others
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Certainly not, but a test that will end in an engorged womb nonetheless
<SomethingElse>: though in that chaos, might be just as easy to misremember a few spells: Become the next pretty thing to prop up to tiptoes, fight over and ruthlessly fuck apart
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Huehue
<SomethingElse>: supposed by then there wouldn't be much of a mind at all... seems a shame to waste it. It'll make all the difference
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Perhaps it might breed something more of intellect, to ensure that none shall escape?
<SomethingElse>: all but certain you'll be tested. just like the rest: The warriors and thieves that fancied there chances. Might prove distacting to see what's left of them; a heap of cumbloated, twitching husks sprawled in the streets and still being violated by a few stragglers . But to turn you seems a fine way to see that intelligence disappear entirely
<SomethingElse>: and be nothing but a glazed look in your eye. Suppose whatever's left growing in you could be quite the threat, if it inherits your wits
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Yes indeed, would you like to see our dear new cumhost?
<SophisticatedMageRper>:
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<SomethingElse>: very cute
<SomethingElse>: glorious really
<SomethingElse>: damn shame
<SomethingElse>: to think we may barely recognise you; scarcely hear those spells under the muffled moans... knowing it won't stop when those weary gurgles around the cock flooding your throat finally stop
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Glorious indeed, but a destiny she indeed has, to breed the true heirs, to be a cumdump, to submit, to be overwhelmed, to grow addicted and become a good bitch for the purpose of breeding
<SomethingElse>: suppose either way that name won't be known
<SomethingElse>: nothing but a set of warm, torn holes
<SomethingElse>: some doe eyes fluttering back under the cum, drool and mascara spattered thick over that defeated look they're all using for a fleshlight
<SomethingElse>: seems destiny might strip away that identity thrust by thrust; see you forget every spell, struggle to focus with a beast lodged in your throat and so many beating seed into that fertile, flooded womb
<SomethingElse>: though, not so sure they'll quite know when to stop; you witnessed yourself that lifeless warrior, the pretty thief they had no problem pummelin to oblivion. might be quite the trail to be sure you can endure days of being gangfucked raw
<SophisticatedMageRper>: That defeated, even pleased look, that look derived from pleasure~ I say that I'm hungry to start my descent into such a place, call me Mirel my dear devious partner
<SomethingElse>: gladly, Mirel. But can't promise some failed magical experiment would even recognise it as a name
<SomethingElse>: or much more than some warm, wet holes to slip out of a torn robe and tarnish
<SomethingElse>: could be days before they care they've been holding up some choked out, twitching mage and gangraping what's left
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Would you like to begin the tale of Miriel, the mage turned into a cumdump~
<SomethingElse>: happily
<SomethingElse>: you'd heard word.. or at least whispers, superstitious mutters under the breaths of the townsfolk: A simple flock of villagers all telling the same tale, the suffering that comes with living in the shadow of some dusty keep nestled in the forest
<SomethingElse>: perhaps easier to just follow your instinct, not let so many conflicting stories sway your mind; let your imagination run away to the same farfetched lands theirs occupy
<SomethingElse>: a few of the braver ones offering the point of a finger, vague directions to get to that spire escaping the clutch of the canopies of the trees; a few even willing to sell you provisions, free warnings as a treat to take with you
<SomethingElse>: and a fistful of missing posters to carry, in case you find answers along that long, winding road into the woods
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Miriel held intelligence to her name. Held genius as her pedigree, held magical strength as a sage unrivalled in this nation or so she would like to delude herself to believe. Strong as she was, she lacked in the tomes, the proper items to utilize the spells she knew, she memorized, holding some of the most knowledge of spells in the known world, yet...
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Unable to cast with anything besides her trusty fireball tome she had on hand. Her brimmed hat was adjusted as she saundered down a long road, glasses glinting with excitement, a primitive shameful arousal in her nethers from her base instinct to understand and explore the world. Warnings unheeded for that arousal, for a literal thirst for knowledge.
<SophisticatedMageRper>: For recongition that she'd never recieve, walking into a place where her womanly qualitys would finally be noticed~
<SophisticatedMageRper>: *
<SophisticatedMageRper>: ((Using * to signify ive finished typing friend)
<SomethingElse>: (I'll do the same x )
<SomethingElse>: every male of the village doing their best not to stare; the young men shy, the older ones more sly
<SomethingElse>: and the oldest happily watching the swing of your hips under your robes, the way your satchel of scrunched paper winds along that little waist
<SomethingElse>: a few barely taking their eyes off you; almost proudly ogling while giving you directions to where the rumors all started.. or at least supposedly birthed some manner of foul beast
<SomethingElse>: but all it sounded like to you was glory. no story of sweet, missing girls sounded so sweet as the promise of returning them home; carrying your weight in gold out of town and having your name spread around for all to admire that genius
<SomethingElse>: finally, a chance for acknowledgement x
<SophisticatedMageRper>: A chance for acknowledgment, a chance for fame, for fortune, for materials to test herself and use the grand spells she knows she can. Her hips having swayed throughout the town from her giddyness, from her excitement as she listened intently to instructions. As a faint smirk blossomed across the analytical sage's face, Miriel's hazel hair gleaming...
<SophisticatedMageRper>: In the evening sun as she took the road. No foul beast could possibly stand a blast from her powerful magic, even if it was weak, a pathetic spell normally, she'd perfected it. Only a true horde could stop her, defeat her. Miriel was confident, was aroused at the thought of victory, her fingers fidgeting along the road, as she follows the directions given.
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Overconfident, overeager, aroused, dripping with a delectable scent. Alas poor Miriel would never see coming what would await her~ *
<SomethingElse>: that tune in your voice and spring in your step met by silence . Even the tread of your boots into shifting, greyed dirt felt muted with no birds around to sing your praises like feathered bards; the air still and empty of wind, no rustle of the colorless leaves overhead
<SomethingElse>: and just that direction, the moss covered stones to follow; to stop you at every massive, gnarled network of roots formed across the road
<SomethingElse>: a new trail to take ever deeper, hunt for your quarry and return victorious. Just a shame there's no poet, no sculptor closeby to properly commemorate your meeting with whatever thing is haunting these woods and stealing innocent, sweet flowers from the town
<SomethingElse>: the scent alone enough to stop the rustling of a silhouette in a thicket; the first noise heard for miles some faint, wet slaps in the distance nearby
<SomethingElse>: *
<SomethingElse>: sorry, my sweet, forget that rule
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Its alright!
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Miriel's thoughts were preoccupied on a lot of thing's, her own burning arousal, her need to press her fingers deep into her esteemed snatch, narcissim and a lust in a literal sense for knowledge glinting in their eye's, her hands glued to her hips, to stop them from wandering. The faint sound of slapping barely noticable before she'd almost wandered past it.
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Straightening her form, hips large and swaying, a hand on her own posterior, gripping as she breathed heavy. Her eye's narrowed as her feet pattered across the ground, her curiosity glinting, as she moved to kneel her tall frame before some pushes. Her glinting glasses being pressed upwards, to look, to see, to understand and sate her own curiosity about...
<SophisticatedMageRper>: The sound~ *
<SomethingElse>: leaves still shaking in the bush buried beneath that sight; almost enough to stop that hand straying too far... and yet not enough to dull that urge to see that head of black, matted hair turn with a click to face you
<SomethingElse>: a pair of white eyes staring back with an empty snarl; a leg still slumped to the mud clotted shirt on it's chest... the other swaying lifeless through the thin, broken branches
<SomethingElse>: and that half familiar face...eyes rolled back, mouth parted; thick white still pouring from her lips, staining the common hemp dress her breasts have been ripped from. Some poor girl from the dozens of posters you half heartedly perused
<SomethingElse>: only know feeling like kin in the face of that... thing, still abusing her, beating hips into the floor and letting her limbs swing along to the ferocity of those strokes; staring back, still splitting that numb path around the soaked rod it's stuffing into her in the depths of those dark woods
<SomethingElse>: it's snarl growing louder, the start of a chorus; a group of distant howls and baleful roars ripping through the quiet of the forest and forming a call heard all around you   ****x
<SophisticatedMageRper>: "Oh."
<SomethingElse>: (a very level headed response)
<SophisticatedMageRper>: That was the first thing to leave her throat, a voice stunned, aghast, holding an arousal that was firmly sputtering in the face of what it was seeing. Her eye's wide as her glasses grew askew, nearly falling off and desperately being set right. Her body shooting up, delectable, delightful and her nethers still slick with the scent of arousal.
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Her body rapidly beginning to sweat, her heart beginning to pound in her chest as her brain, her genius mind actually took in the situation she was in. Her delectable intellect adding to her scent, making it stronger, more tempting, making her something that needed to be ravaged by them.
<SomethingElse>: still slotted so deep; a gnarl hand tensed in the tattered dress holding that bare chest from the floor, letting it's overused victim fold around that rod..a free, cold hand clawing wildly back at you as you stand, snagging the hem of your robes about your knees
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Her tome was raised, her hand gliding upwards and a fireball flung forth, scorching the bush before her and moving to turn the first of these creatures to ashes before her. Mind whirring, heart thumping, confidence faltering, her feet pushed strongly onto the ground. Overconfidence saying simply, that she could handel this right? How many could there be?
<SophisticatedMageRper>: *
<SomethingElse>: (my apologies, jumped the wand a little)
<SomethingElse>: it felt good, at first; watching that arm swinging wildly towards you turn to cinder....and yet so unsettling, to see it steal a few rapid thrusts into that lifeless doll it had lifted from the ground; both now aflame, the scent of victory bittersweet on your tongue while those words roll forth and your mind settles into reassure you they'd all be so simple
<SomethingElse>: so distracted by the others you can claim vengeance. And utterly silenced to that howl getting closer, stippling the hairs on the back of your neck when bushes break underfoot, roots fail to trip them as they stumble into your freshly charred clearing
<SomethingElse>: a few heads deep, all so...ugly...vacant looking; mottled with dirt and other old wounds, a semi circle forming around you with that chaotic flock...punctuated by a few taller....broader, more bestial than the rest
<SomethingElse>: their droll moans and wheezes almost stifling the screeches forming at the others lips; rumors held no light to the idea, that fresh knowledge you'll never take home that ogres can be just as easy to corrupt as common folk   x
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Ogres eager to claim a womb, a circle around a new cumdump to be with an oh so alluring smell. Who's eye's were twitching back and forth taking in the circle, the masses beginning to congregate around her. Eager for her, her drenched nethers an invitation to push aside robes and show Miriel her new place. As her sweat glistened down her face, as her...
<SophisticatedMageRper>: breathing grew shallower and less defined. Her tome glinting, hot as can be from it's arcane energys long overcharged by someone wishing to perfect a simple spell of low power. Her fingers used to holding a pen, her body supple and soft unfit for running, fit for fucking was forced to stride forward. As she tried to blow her way through, tried to unleash...it
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Her tomes power, that white hot flame, because she knew, she knew she had to break out of the circle, needed to start running, fire back, keep her distance or she'd be a toy in no time. *
<SomethingElse>: barely a chance to savor your first slaying; monster hunter, beast slayer, you could almost hear the adoring chants in your head, that smoky smell of victory the only thing keeping you on your feet and pushing past the limits your slender, academic frame could usually take
<SomethingElse>: that adrenaline mixing with your desire for glory, dissolving the memory you had for so many spells, leaving words hard to eke out under heavy breaths: Focus hard to keep with the bounce, the lifeless flail of some slender, overstretched elven guard
<SomethingElse>: held by the arms, dragging behind one of the ogres; their eyes fixated solely on you, keeping a toy so close in case it gets bored once again or the smaller, more feral beasts all bounding drunkenly toward you get you first
<SomethingElse>: that heat all too easy to ignore; the soft furnace on your skin, your palms red from the crackles of pure energy pouring from your lifeline: Disturbing to watch so many of them stumble so close, stay so oblivious to the arcane fire melting clothing and flesh alike
<SomethingElse>: only bones striking the floor finally when their charge is halted; your own slowed by the carpet of roots... and the old, haggard tree stood at the top of that glade for your back to bounce into  *
<SophisticatedMageRper>: An ancient glade being what her posterior bumped into, her mind abuzz, alight with the feeling of victory as beasts fall crackling finally at her feet. At the ogre she had felled with a simple spell, her fingers and hands beat red, tingling with a deep rooted pleasure, a spell that drew from something. That drew from the magic around them, like all tomes did.
<SophisticatedMageRper>: A deep rooted feeling growing in her stomach, a shudder as her frame loosens agasint the tree, her nethers burning with her narcissim, with her newfound fain of knowledge, of this corruption that no one else knew about, she needed to move.
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Yet, she was struggling to do so, her knees growing to feel like jelly with each spell she fired forth from her tone, from the way her robes were clinging to every curve and felt so soft and left her shuddering. Her eye's faintly fogging, her hand gripped the tree and tried to go around it through the mess of roots, with things coming for her, with her mind?
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Her body being faintly corrupted with each blast she fired on back. *
<SomethingElse>: your own vision blurring at the edges, limbs weakening under the weight of that pure strength: The smoldering ogre still  clung to it's prize as it's form folds in on itself and the rest of the flock flurry around that felled, unholy thing
<SomethingElse>: those seeds growing, the soft silk between your thighs getting more drenched with every swing of those eager, cold girths before you;
<SomethingElse>: all it took was a lucky grip.... a stumbling, white eyed beast to strip you from your escape route; slide you back by the hold on the back of your tight robe, claws already digging through cotton and urging you back with a tear. a sea ready to take your weight
<SomethingElse>: gnarled, long fingers flowing across your form, waves breaking against your waist and clumsily pawing; pulling cloth down your chest, contorting your weakened frame from that pure hunger groping across your freshly exposed bust
<SomethingElse>: heads starting to look down over you; the full moon faintly cutting shapes into the dark of your vision, empty eyes fixed back at you; growls singing overhead as they find any spot to clutch, to tease deep scratches along
<SomethingElse>: a few finding an arm to hold, a book to pull at or a pair of thighs to widen, to bend and spread awkwardly: your comfort all but ignored when the promise of that scent fills the air and sets the tone  *
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Miriel was being corrupted, her pride of being a user of magic. Of improving her spell tome to perfection, was what had led her mind to end up soaking in the raw lust, these creatures had. What allowed her to stumble and her robes to be grabbed and for her to trip, to descend into a writhing mass that desired her womb
<SophisticatedMageRper>: That desired to breed her for her intellect, Miriel was getting attention for her gifts, her body, breasts slick with sweat and being expoused, nipples stiff for them, as her arm is grasped, as her tome is corrupted, as hunger begins to fill her, a primal need growing and growing in her nethers among the scent, the hands grasping at her shapely form.
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Spreading her thigh's her robes ripping before their strength, a silk drenched nude hole revealed, a tuft of hair to compliment it above, her own hand reached for herself first, pressed her own fingers deep inside herself as a wanton groan left her. Scratches digging into the mage who was struggling, who was being directly corrupted by the force.
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Each time it touched her, insidious, lustful and the poor sage squirming ever so slight as she tried to justify her own arousal.*
<SomethingElse>: pages finally slipping from your hands; a tome left somewhere below and all but forgotten soon after the magic in the words you had on your tongue are taken; pushed back under the tensing grip under your jaw, that eager tug pulling you closer, to force a cold, solid head between your lips and impatiently push another inch against your heavy breaths
<SomethingElse>: the floor so far; so immaterial as your weight is taken by the clutch holding your arm somewhere by your side, the other left to swing in the rampant pull and tear to take more holds, to have that tattered robe wrap around your waist and offer a viced grasp to the ones by your side
<SomethingElse>: still happily wrestling with you in the middle, swinging you in your new restraints; slipping you back away from the beast burying that length further past that desperate, hungry look you're trying so hard not to wear
<SomethingElse>: until your leg finds a chest to rest on, a shoulder for your ankle to sway against when that girth slots so easily past that soaked lace; grinds past tight walls and tears it's way into a fertile, helpless womb in a single, steady, drawn out stroke.  for a moment
<SomethingElse>: you could think there were minds under those animalistic snarls and growls; one taking pleasure in how much your body reflexively tenses as it holds deep a few moments, makes the most of a warm new socket held so snugly in all those claws; kept off the ground for them all to break apart in some forgotten spot in the woods somewhere   x *
<SophisticatedMageRper>: The fate of a magic user, among them, a first for them, corrupted, their influence, their power seeping into the magic in their veins, arousing the cumdump of a sage. Connecting her closer and closer to them, a corruption that can claim her, meld her into a hungry womb, willingly and eagerly submitting to them all.
<SophisticatedMageRper>: A first step being pushed past her soft lips used to gloating or talking by her desk about her magical theorems, instead taking something that the longer it stays, as it grinds agaaint her tongue, grows into something delectable, something addicting, that makes her toes curl as her leg finds purchasw.
<SophisticatedMageRper>: As her opening is steadied, her own fingers working away desperately at something that aches and aches making her whole body, her being, her soul that was being slowly corrupted shake. As one of them slides past her virgin lips, her fingers having spread her just for them, to fill a tightening crevice, to push past a barrier into a womb that's aching, that...
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Simply enough wants children, wants to be a mother, a delectable shudder, a moan, a sick sense of utter pleasure rushing through her mind and body, welcoming her to her new home. *
<SomethingElse>: that silence subtly broken... out there somewhere, the faint, wet slams; that steady rhythm cutting through the tranquility of such a cursed place
<SomethingElse>: no souls around, no ears to hear save for the broad circle surrounding you; trying to slip past one another in that fervent attempt to be next; to help that chorus of stifled moans seem all the more muffled under the sound of that thick, freshly soaked shaft slam back into some deflowered, captive mage
<SomethingElse>: that corruption swaying both ways; your mind failing, instincts overcoming any need to do more than try wrap your legs around the waist rocking in between your thighs to beat that base against some parted petals
<SomethingElse>: the grip tested under your jaw; drool flecking from the thrusts punching against that pretty face, letting your glasses slip away under the fresh spatter of saliva; fingers gripping the cock lodged deep in your throat, driving back in moments just to feed you the last few inches over and over
<SomethingElse>: forgetting their warm, half dressed new cocksheath needs to breath; tempting that overwhelming lust firing in your eyes to see if you're as hungry for air as you are for each of these beasts to move forward in the circle, take their turn showing off their sweet new trophy by the hold on your leg, the hands pinching around those hard, sensitive nipples
<SomethingElse>: to squeeze that pale bust; steady reminders of that unrelenting weight driving against your hips, delving into an empty womb until each fresh load is pouring down your thighs and masking that blissful, blushing look on your face
<SomethingElse>: every inch forced through you feeling like a new part you can't live without; an intense pleasure to be parted, stretched out to fit all who want a turn, and no time to look into the eyes of your adoring, snarling crowd with your head cocked back and skull fucked deep
<SomethingElse>: your prize, the real trophy for that bravery
<SomethingElse>: a promise to be their breeding mare, queen of your own horde for as long as you stay intact enough to beat a new brother or sister into  x
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Miriel coulden't understand why she'd tried to run. Why she'd not thrown themselves at them, when this new knowledge, this new knowledge of how sex felt was the most arousing thing they'd ever felt~ Each slam deep into her womb as her splayed fingers teased herself and whoever came to fill her, to stretch her, to make her feel marvelous and on fire.
<SophisticatedMageRper>: To fill her with this corruption that oozed down her thighs, this corruption that made her stomach swell for them, that made the ramming of something in her mouth feel amazing, rattle her brain, her magic, her glasses only kept on via a haphazard enchantment made as a child. This marvelous taste, hungry to swallow, her tongue rolling over each inch that came.
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Within this horde, within this white hot feeling of bliss and pleasure her magic veins being utterly corrupted. She reached, reached for the corruption, for the source, as she enjoyed, as she was fucked. She reached and her one thought was for the corruption to allow her to help spread this to more, to lead them to more, to allow her, to not only birth.
<SophisticatedMageRper>: But to lead her new horde, the thing fucking her into oblivion, into utter ecstacy, into a dark mage to new wombs to spread the ecstacy she craved. *
<SomethingElse>: your would-be usurper, all who would've taken your role as the cumfilled ragdoll for those loving hands to grope and enjoy forgotten: nothing but her face on that missing poster
<SomethingElse>: and some overused figure left under the charred remnants of her abuser. traitors have no place in your new circle; a fresh flock all yours to follow you
<SomethingElse>: all too enamored, full of the same lust you feel hot in your veins and rippling through you with those patterns of scratches along your bared bust and slender bely
<SomethingElse>: marks to see how it swells with your pride; measure how many payed tribute and took it upon themselves to spill that cold seen into an overstretched womb and broken witch in training
<SomethingElse>: your old ways baffling, in the little moment you have to focus: why you spent so much time learning parlor tricks, when this felt like your place
<SomethingElse>: fighting for a breath under the tensed grip below your jawline; helping milk the cock pistoning across your tongue, throbbing with each plunge into your gullet
<SomethingElse>: barely away before burrowing back; bulging against your jaw and every gurgle your body lets slip, betraying that eagerness.. knowing all too well that reflex will be bested and your freshly taken virginity will take plenty of practice
<SomethingElse>: ankle swaying against the chest you're trying to brush your hand along; balls grinding against your nose, slapping back into place with each spill of fresh cum as those strings flow down into your stomach
<SomethingElse>: each spare drop bubbling around the girth you're given to moan around; muffled quiet under the happy growl overhead... just a shame there's no eyes to stare into as you're laid back, spitroasted into the limp, happy heap of ripped robes and torn holes
<SomethingElse>: those last rapid strokes sliding back, slipping just enough to let droplets pour down your cheeks and pearl your hair; each push straining your jaw in splendid bliss... your honored servant between your legs oblivious to your first tribute of many and ferociously working on his  x
<SophisticatedMageRper>: That was rather marvelous not going to lie, enjoyed every bit of that and it was a superb ending to part one~ Did you enjoy yourself as well?
<SomethingElse>: of course
<SomethingElse>: hard not to imagine such a gifted mage being put in place
<SomethingElse>: and happily going along with those deep roots of corruption
<SomethingElse>: guess it'd be hard not to picture how you'd stand such torment. but so long as you go to sleep blushing, breathess and satisfied
<SomethingElse>: I'm happy x
<SomethingElse>: maybe I'll read that back in a while, reminisce about just how it'll feel to have that pride and gag reflex to fuck out in inequal measures
<SomethingElse>: unequal*
<SophisticatedMageRper>: I quite liked the ending, her ending up roughly leading them to new wombs and toys even while being a broodmare for them all, to be fucked and knocked up. Its a wonderful image certainly. Any info we can share to keep in touch?
<SomethingElse>: I'm here quite alot, happy to help you further your career as the cumdrenched, broken fucktoy so many get to enjoy
<SomethingElse>: I'll be sure to hunt you down again, unless you'd like an email address: Seems such a fitting place to have that ego rewarded .... with a dash of irony
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Well then, an email adress would be a bit silly. Considering mine youtube emails from all the channels i've subscribed to, any message would be easily lost unfortunately. I shall have to make do with pastebinning this and rememebering your username
<SomethingElse>: more than happy to add to your collection any time you like angel
<SomethingElse>: rather fun to see that sophisticated air reduced to a set of happy gags
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Happy gags, moans and little pleased chuckles seems apt for dear Miriel
<SomethingElse>: be almost tempted to be the one hearing them again
<SomethingElse>: or at least feeling them hum across the girth you're being fed for myself sometime . See if you keep teasing with your free hand, suckle along with another retelling of a story about your downfall
<SomethingElse>: or just give in and enjoy getting your throat fucked into your pillow while I take what im craving
<SophisticatedMageRper>: But for now I bid theee adeu, a shower is in order and a video from a favored content creator is online. Happy to hear, next time do you want to continue this storyline or start another where dear Miriel finds herself a plaything/mate or otherwise on the end of a large member?
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Hehe, your making me blush with such vivid depicitions, It makes a lady want to put a few things off!
<SomethingElse>: depends what you want to put off, angel
<SomethingElse>: or take off for our amusement
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Merely a shower and a video, mine schedule is free for all of tonight afterall.
<SomethingElse>: entirely your call how you'd like; if you can recall how miriel met her new role in life, happy to carry on from there x
<SomethingElse>: although, can't help think it might be stuck in your mind throughout that shower
<SomethingElse>: maybe the next day or so; whether this is the moment our brave mage is outnumbered, so easily pushed to her knees and disappears almost under all those hands and happy cocks forcing their way through their new pretty fuckmeat
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Would you prefer to start a second alternative tale of the fall? Perhaps with new creatures my dear compatriot and we can keep on going with a new tale of lust and of a woman being breed~
<SomethingElse>: might be quite the adventure; a girl and her bard, honour bound to record every quest you take on
<SomethingElse>: and every cock you're bouncing on with every victory...the roving cum dumpster of legend taking what she can so the innocent townfolk dont need to
<SomethingElse>: might need a few spells to ensure that endurance holds...
<SomethingElse>: would be a waste to think your last known story is being slumped over a tree stump in those woods somewhere: Your half dressed, haggard little figure still being gangfucked wildly to this day
<SomethingElse>: not the sort of story to tell kids
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Yes, a grand tale of sorts. A few spells perhaps. Unfortunately duty actually calls despite my earlier proclamations, others are in need of me and I think few would be glad to see me on such a site in public
<SomethingElse>: perhaps less the worry of being on this site
<SomethingElse>: and more me getting you into a little trouble; letting you pick what porn site you turn up on later
<SomethingElse>: but of course; i shouldnt be greedy
<SomethingElse>: reluctantly, ill let you go. with the promise to know you're smiling and blushiing again sometime, my sweet
<SomethingElse>: take care  x
<SophisticatedMageRper>: Take care
Happy chatting.

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