The Blue Crow

	Briskly marching down the hallways of the castle you scan the faces of passerby heroes in search of one Ursula. Recently, peers have been reaching out to you in complaint regarding some of the Order’s less savory heroes; ones that others would deem even dangerous to have skulking about. To rectify the matter, you decide to nip the complication at the bud, making way to see the assassin before things get out of hand. Sliding up to the door to her chambers, you take one more glance at your surroundings before softly knocking on the wooden doors. After a moment without response, you knock once more, perhaps Ursula is out at the moment? Putting your ear up against the door, you hope to perhaps obtain an indication of her presence. Allocating all your focus to the task, you shut your eyes and concentrate on what could be taking place beyond the door.
	“And what would you be hoping to hear, hmm?” eyes shooting wide open, you twist your head around to see none other than the blue crow herself standing behind you, arms crossed around her bosem in amusement. Like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, you nervously chuckle, beads of cold sweat creeping down your forehead - Ursula has made it abundantly clear in the past what happens when you get on an assassin’s bad side. Ursula, her smug grin twisting just a bit wider at your squirming, makes her way past you and opens the way to her room, taking a step inside. “Would you care to join me? It was getting close to lunchtime anyways, we can discuss any matter you like inside.” Breathing an audible sigh of relief that she seems to hold no hard feelings, you gladly accept her offer.
	Making your way into her bedchamber, you can’t help but briefly marvel - it is your first time seeing it, after all. The room is completely dark, save a few candles sprawled around tables and dressers. Purple curtains are draped heavily over the castle windows, and notes and tomes lay sprawled all over her counters and carpet. “Tsk, tsk… such a mess, is it not? Had I known my lovely summoner would do me the honors of a visit, I’d have cleaned up.” Ursula begins to tidy up, picking up and lining her books up on her bookshelf. You’re pretty listless to the idea of lunch with Ursula, so you decide to get right to business. You call for her attention and ask her to refrain from disturbing the other heroes. Her getting too involved could scare her colleagues.
“Oh, but what do they have to be afraid of? After all…” Ursula suddenly grabs your arms and pushes you over onto her bed, resting the weight of her full chest on yours. “...My attention is reserved for you only, summoner.” Panicked, you struggle to get the woman off of you, however, the assassin is sporting a surprising amount of strength underneath her elegant curves and feminine body. Slowly tracing her finger up your torso and up to your collar, the woman begins seductively unbuttoning your coat. “Mm Hmm… and might I say… lunch looks particularly delicious today…” Ursula whispers in your left ear, chills running down your spine.
Now wearing nothing but your trousers you ask Ursula in a panicked frenzy why she’s going this far. “Isn’t it simple? A woman has her needs, assassin or no. You’re a man - surely you must feel the same way…?” now moving her face down to your crotch, she places her mouth onto the rim of your britches, playfully pulling your pants down with her teeth, exposing your throbbing erection to the crisp air. “My, my, summoner… you just keep getting more perfect by the second… I mean, just look at this monster…” Freeing her colossal breasts from her tight latex uniform, Ursula licks the drool off her lips, cock-hungry gaze fixed utterly on your towering manhood. This is fine… right? If all she wants is to indulge in her sexual desire, what’s the point of stopping her? You admit, such a pleasure would be welcome for you as well, what’s the harm?
Wrapping her substantial cleavage around your cock, you’re smothered by an extremely soft sensation, along with an urge to begin pumping against her clothed titjob. Furiously fucking her supple breasts, Ursula stoops her mouth over the head of your penis and begins suckling at it, moaning and groaning in delight. Working her puckered lips further and further down your length until her mouth is buried in her own bust, she wets your cock, slick with her saliva, and begins to vacuum the cock in full. Her slippery tongue and lips pumping up and down the your sensitive shaft feels divine, the softness overwhelming your senses as you lean back and revel in the pleasure; your lower half subconsciously pumping against her dutiful service. Freeing her mouth, she giggles in delight as she continues to knead her breasts. “Hah… that specimen there… it’s quite delicious,” she purrs, licking her lips clean of your sticky precum. Whipping her tongue across your dick once more, it seems as she intends to make you cum right away.
Quickly reminding yourself of why you’re here, you remember you have a duty to set Ursula straight, and that sexual domination is a valid means of taming this beast. With renewed confidence, you place your hands on her head, you feel pressure build up in your lower abdomen - you intend to release every drop of semen down her throat. “Huh? What are you, wai-” stifling her question with the thickness of your manhood, you force the assassin’s face right to the base of your cock, letting all of your backed-up semen into her waiting mouth. Ursula, cross eyed, squeals like a pig as she’s drowned in your cum, thick ropes of dick milk being forced into her stomach, shot after shot. Demanding she swallow every last drop, she looks up at you and gives a submissive nod and a pitiful moan. Gulp after thorough gulp, you finally let her free, the dazed woman gasping for air. “Wha, h-how could you-”
Smirking at the previously feared assassin, you turn her on all fours and begin caressing her full and supple behind, but not before lifting her dress and admiring her glistening pussy. It appears Ursula had came with the force of your ejaculation. Sliding your lubricated erection up and down her entrance, you tell the slut you’re going to breed her from behind. “What?! I-I’m a CROW not a COW!” Disregarding any complaints the sow could have, you ruthlessly plunge your cock into her slavering, starving pussy. “WAIT, PLEA- AUUUGHH!!!” tongue outstretched, flinging saliva across the bed sheets, Ursula is drowning in mind-breaking pleasure. You roughly pound against her, maintaining a firm grip on her fertile hips, the cock-hungry whore squealing in delight. “M-MORE! GIVE! ME! MORE! PLEASE, FUCK ME HARDER!!!” You grin smugly, preparing to give your impatient and horny victim everything she asks for.
Your movements getting faster and faster, you begin building up to your climax. Meanwhile, Ursula is already lost in ecstacy, face-first into her mattress with her supple ass sticking up in resignation. As you freely pound away, you barely even consider her a sex partner, more like a tool for pleasuring yourself. With one final thrust you force your cock to the entrance of her womb and paint her insides with your spunk. Relishing in the sensation of such a powerful orgasm, Ursula wildly moans. Slowly releasing yourself from her tight vagina, you leave the assassin laying in a pool of her own love juices and your semen, tongue stuck out and twitching in pleasure. Affixing your hood, as you leave the room you can hear the moans of the forlorn sow behind you. “Ahn… I-I’ve learned my lesson… from now on… I’ll behave… so please, just give me more… more of that perfect pleasure…”