Desoul Bk. 01

His hands found and roughly gripped her breasts, causing her to moan in delight as he rolled them around in his hands, her silk covered legs slipping around his waist and pulling him down into her as he flicked his thumbs back and forth over her stiff little nipples.

Even being very wet, she was still very, very tight and he struggled to thrust his cock into her, but eventually he guided his throbbing, meaty dick inside of her and sunk it in the entire length with one hard thrust. They continued to kiss and Blade showed her no mercy, using her like nothing other than a fuck toy.

His hard cock pounding into her slick, tight pussy like a jackhammer as she moaned for more, her legs pulling him down harder inside of her each time he thrust forward. This lasted nearly 4 hours as Blade fucked the woman to the edge of orgasm and then over it, again and again in various positions on nearly every surface of the suit.

When it was over, he slipped out of bed and left the sleeping woman sprawled out on the bed. He dressed, but intentionally left his coat, knowing that it would bring up some interesting questions when her husband arrived later.

Conrad entered his dark office and walked over to the bar, loosening his tie as he poured two glasses of Imperial Whiskey, turning to hand one to Blade who was sitting in an arm chair in the dark corner, more or less invisible to all those without night vision. Conrad sat at his desk, rummaging around for a carbon shipping receipt, handing it over to Blade as soon as he found it.

Looking it over, Blade snorted and sipped his drink. "What about it?"

Conrad looked from his chair out at the sparkling city lights. "It seems that Nicholas Carver has been spending vast amounts of money on tomes about magic and artifacts believed to be magical."

Blade set the receipt on the table beside him. "There is no magic, not anymore. I cant even produce a telekinetic force. I'm still fast, I'm still strong. But, I have a feeling if I fell off one of these buildings I would become street pizza."

Sighing, Blade continued "I don't see a point to this, it's a waste of time, you and I both know magic doesn't work anymore." Said Blade firmly as he stood and headed for the door.

"Mother would disagree." Answered Conrad and Blade stopped, turning on his heel to face his seated son at the mention of Elise.

"Is that so? And I suppose you knew where she was this whole time and only just now decided to mention it?" He asked, perking a brow suspiciously.

"She said that she had a vision of a magical beast. She said it was a vision of the future." Answered Conrad, ignoring Blade's inquiry.

Blade frowned. "Your mother always had visions, they were unstable and shaky at best and even she said they cant be reliable or interpreted."

Conrad sighed. "She is in a cottage in the woods, out in the wildlife preserve we set up and sealed off so many years ago." Conrad looked down at his papers and produced a small map, but when he looked up, Blade was already gone.

Conrad hissed a sigh of frustration and sunk back in his chair, a moment later he looked up to see Luna. She was standing in the doorway with one of her bare feet tracing a little pattern on the floor. "I'm here for my lesson teacher." She said softly as she licked her lips and stepped inside the room, closing the door behind her.

Chapter 02

Luna wore only a thin pair of white bikini briefs that were perfectly seamless and left nothing to the imagination with its thin cotton material. She swayed her hips ever so playfully as she approached the headmaster, pulling the equally thin white tank over her head and tossing it behind her as stood in front of the speechless Conrad, her small, smooth hand reaching out to touch his cheek as she gazed down at him with her bright green eyes.

Conrad bit his lip as Luna giggled "What, you use to fuck me every single day when you were my tutor. Why so shy now?" Luna asked as she slowly slid to her knees under the desk, her skilled hands reached out as one pinched softly at his balls through the fabric of his dress pants, the quick little fingers of the other hand slowly tracing up and down the outline of the bulge of his cock.

Slowly, Conrad gripped the edges of his chair as Luna fixed her gaze on his, never once breaking it as she slowly lashed out at his cock with her hot, pink little tongue, leaving a nice long trail of saliva over the front of his pants where she had licked. Conrad blushed and moaned in approval, after all these years, still so shy. He took after his mother in those regards. Luna was a great deal older than Conrad and took a bit of pride in picking on him when he was a young boy in the big, scary palace of Crystal. Little Connie she use to call him, and he detested it, but if anything, her actions proved there was no bad blood between them.

Conrad let out a long hiss as Luna unzipped the front of his pants, exposing his hot, hard cock to the cool night air pouring in from a nearby window as she slowly licked it from the base to the tip. Conrad groaned and then bit his lip as he watched Luna grin around his cock, planting a teasing kiss on it's head as she stroked the tip with her tongue, treating his purple, swollen meat like a lollipop. It was a game to her, she would tease him as long as she could, should he break and beg her for pleasure, she would spit his cock out and leave him to attend to it himself. No one ever accused her of not being a teasing bitch.

Luna smiled, content that the withering and wiggling man had earned his treat as he stayed quiet like a good boy. She promptly leaned forward and swallowed his thick cock with a single, swift movement. Her nose buried in the flesh of his stomach and her soft, dark lips resting against his balls as the tip of her hot little tongue crept out from the hold her lips had around his cock to tickle his sack. Conrad moaned out loudly, looking down at the girl as she bobbed her head slightly, the inner muscles of her throat gripping at his cock as the movement twisted it around inside of her, gifting him with an almost unbearable level of pleasure as every gland and ridge of his cock was stroked with her slippery flesh.

He groaned louder and louder with each passing moment, sweat soon forming on his forehead as Luna slurped and sucked quite loudly on his cock. Her black and red hair fell over her head, hiding her face as she hid Conrad's cock in the back of her throat. He enjoyed the next best thing; the view of her toned, tanned little ass lifted off the ground as she throated his cock continuously, the little white band of material in the back vanishing between her smooth cheeks and highlighting her tan complexion in comparison to the white material.

Luna could feel his throbbing cock pulsate a little bit more strongly in her mouth as she flicked her tongue rapidly back and forth against the underside of his shaft. With a loud moan of encouragement, Luna arched her back and slammed her head against his stomach over and over again as she rapidly pulled the head of his aching cock back and forth in the back of her throat, allowing him to use her mouth like a pussy as he howled out in pleasure and came. His hot, heavy balls releasing hot sticky rope after rope of cum loose into the back of her throat, giving her so much that she almost choked, but managed to swallow every last drop of it.

As Conrad slumped back in his chair, his body hot and twitching slightly from the force of his orgasm, Luna slowly licked every inch of his cock clean before letting it slide out of her mouth, every last drop of his hot sperm now resting inside her stomach as she hugged her little Connie's waist, her head nuzzling his thighs as she cuddled him. "Thank you Miss Luna." He muttered breathlessly as she smiled cutely up at him.

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Some distance outside of the city, Blade was flying through the forest at top speed, for 50 square miles there was not one other person, save for a certain elf. If this wasn't a goose chase. His heavy duty bike could no doubt be heard by anything for miles but he traveled at top speed, stopping only when he reached the foot of a particularly rocky hill. He would have to hike for about 15 minutes to reach the top, the opposite side being a cliff face with a beautiful view of the surrounding green valleys and canyons.

No sooner than he had powered down the bike, a steel arrow with an explosive head came hissing out of the sky and struck the fuel tank that sat between his legs. He barely had time to utter "Aww shit-" before the explosive device triggered, an explosion destroying the bike and sending him flying into the woods, his limp and unconscious body hitting and skidding through the mud before it came to a stop some distance away from where he had just been.

Several hours later, blade blinked his eyes open, his body sore from the shower of shrapnel and side of fireball. As far as he could tell, nothing was missing. He struggled to sit up, rubbing his eyes firmly as they were not yet focused enough to see.

He was lying on top of a table, it was hard but at least he was alive, in the background he could hear a pot of something coming to a loud boil. Hopefully he wasn't on the menu, but he didn't plan on sticking around to find out.

As he rolled off the table and stumbled through the dark room, he heard that all too familiar voice, though its usual beauty was tainted by a cynical monotone "Your bike was an affront to nature, I destroyed it." Came a voice from outside.

Blade stumbled forward and leaned in the door way of the cottage, his eyes adjusting to see the glorious view of the sparkling night sky, a view you wouldn't see in even the highest tower of the city. He lingered for a moment, his gaze fixed on the purple haze above him, each star sparkled like a diamond, the sky was simply beautiful; the cool night air smelled of moisture coming from the thin mist that was covering the woods, no wonder she chose this place.

"And to think little lioness, you use to be so subtle. Though the shot was still gracefully executed." His senses now fully awake, he could sense her, feel the beating of her heart, smell the lavender perfume she was wearing. "Elise." He said nodding into the darkness, the elf emerging from the garden adjacent to the house wearing a thick traveling cloak wrapped around her small frame to ward off the cold.

"What do you want?!" Was the hiss of a reply to his greeting.

Blade frowned and folded his arms in front of him. "Information." He said looking her over from head to toe, eliciting a scarlet blush on her pale cheeks. The frail-looking, pale little elf was still the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on, her dark brown hair still ran down to the middle of her back, smooth as silk and perfectly straight. Her pale grey eyes narrowed at Blade before she walked off.

Elise walked in the house, brushing past Blade as she went to check on the pot of soup. "I had a vision. There is someone hunting for magical objects. He will find one and summon a great beast.' Elise said quietly as she brought a small spoonful of the soup up to her lips to taste.

Blade rolled his eyes "Right well, there is no magic and there will be no beast. Even if there were, and I'm not saying there is, let it come! I could use a good fight with monster as scary as myself." He said beating his chest as Elise rolled her eyes.

Blade sighed and all was quiet save for the choir of crickets out in the garden.

"Why are you still mad?" he asked softly before Elise jerked her head to look at him, her petite hand squeezing the spoon so tightly that she disfigured the steel handle with her powerful grip

"You left us." Was her acid-laced reply.

Blade growled. "You lived, you all lived."

Elise shrieked and threw the spoon at Blade, but he ducked just in time, the spoon stuck into the doorway where his head just was. The attack leaving it deeply imbedded in the wooden frame of the door where Blade had just been. Closing the distance between them, Blade reached out and grabbed the elf's shoulders, shaking her roughly for a moment

"You lived!" He repeated "I thought that if anything... As your Master I taught you to be strong, slave or no, you know how to think for yourself, how to survive. You are a Goddess of a warrior, you can stand on your own two feet!!" Blade gripped the soft flesh of her upper arms very tightly, Elise emitting a whine of painful pleasure.

"S-stop." she muttered as she closed her eyes.

"I got tired of everyone dying or leaving. I had to leave. Obviously you are fine. You have Conrad, he's a good boy and obviously he did a good job of taking care of you."

Blade released her and turned away heading for the door once more as heard Elise sob.

"But you're my Master." She said, brushing away the tears streaming down her cheeks as Blade turned back to face her.

"I want you to be your own Master little lioness, I couldn't stay and you know it." Was his gentle reply.

Elise looked over at him "Don't you remember how you found me all those years ago? I had run away from home and I was whoring myself to survive..." Blade swallowed and closed his eyes but said nothing as she continued "I serviced a group of men and they decided to club me in the back of the head as payment. You saved me. I am forever yours." Blade remembered it like it was yesterday...

A very, very long time ago Elise had run away from her home and her family. She was gifted or rather cursed with magical visions and premonitions of the future. They came at random and caused her a great deal of pain, and later on in life they came less and less painful though no less vague as she learned to control her disturbing powers.

The young Elven girl had no money and risked having her gift discovered by others if she lingered in one place for too long. So she wandered, and having no particular skills she used her body to pay for food and lodging.

One particular day she found herself in the seaside city of Rilo just a mile from the fortress known as Desoul Castle. Her dark green traveling cloak was worn and tattered, thankfully the port was hot and humid. With the sun high in the sky overhead the elf stepped off of the transport ship.

She wore a simple green tunic secured to her body by a brown leather belt. Her enormous tits pushed against the thin fabric of the tunic and she wore absolutely nothing under it. She carried a simple leather pack with her very few belongings and maps and wore a simple pair of brown leather boots that were falling apart.

Hunger and confusion consumed Elise's thoughts as she wandered around the port, she wasn't sure why, but as of late she had felt the need to move more quickly, hardly staying in a single city for more than 24 hours before leaving on foot or booking passage to the next place.

She was broke and half starved but still determined to push forward, even if she didn't know which way forward was. She wandered for only a few minutes before she a found a long bench on the docks facing the sparkling blue sea. Taking a seat, she sighed heavily and watched the gentle ebb and flow of the clean water rolling up onto the white sandy beaches.

Having been sitting alone for only a few minutes, she soon heard the laughing and loud conversation of a group of four men that were slowly approaching. They all wore uniforms of the crimson pirates which consisted of a pair of black boots and maroon pants with matching sleeveless shirts and a black sash around the waist. They were all middle aged, ugly and scarred, the rough pirates were no doubt veterans of many battles and were in the city while their leader met with the local Lord, one Wesley Barak of the Order of Desoul.

The men promptly stopped and turned to face the tall, beautiful elf as she sat alone, the men practically surrounding her in a semi circle as one of them whistled, all obviously aware of her supple figure. Blushing brightly, Elise slowly pushed her chest out, her rapidly hardening nipples pushing against the fabric for all to see as the rough veterans looked her over.

"Oi! Aren't you a pretty piece?" Spoke the first man who was obviously the tallest of the three and wore a badge on his belt signifying he was the leader of the particular squad of men.

"Yes sir." was her soft reply as she fiddled with the edge of her tunic, her cheeks still flushed as she looked down at the wooden planks of the boardwalk.

"Mmm you all alone pretty?" Asked the leader as they all fixed their gaze on the girl, she could feel them looking at her body, it made her skin crawl but at the same time she couldn't deny the dull throb her moist cunt was beginning to feel.

"How 'bout you come with us for a little while, we can have a party?" The man asked firmly as Elise nodded in reply before she was helped to her feet by the man.

"Could you spare a coin or two... I'll do anything you want." She muttered softly as her body trembled softly from the mix of fear and anticipation.

The men laughed and the leader slung his arm around her small shoulders "We'll give you plenty if you treat us right." Was the leader's reply.

Elise nodded in agreement as she was lead away by the group of men to a nearby storage area that was out of use. Little more than a large shed with a wooden table in the middle of the room that once served as a workbench, the place would serve their purpose.

One of the men left to get a couple bottles of brandy from a nearby shop as the others started their little party. By the time the man returned from his errand, the others were all undressed, including Elise.

She sat on her knees before the leader of the pirates, both of his hands firmly laced into her silky hair as he held her head in place, his hips pushing back and forth roughly as he brutally face fucked the little elven whore.

She gagged over and over again, the sound filling the room as a seemingly endless trail of saliva dripped out of her mouth and rolled down her neck, causing her large, luscious tits to glisten.

A second man sat on his knees behind her, his hands groping her spit covered tits rather roughly as he pinched and pulled on her hard, pink nipples. His long, thin cock throbbing eagerly as it brushed back and forth over her pale ass as the girl kept her palms flat on the floor before her.

Suddenly the leader increased his thrusting, hammering Elise's poor throat harder and harder before he came, her grey eyes widening as she choked on the massive torrent of seamen being spraying into her throat. The pirate leader merely pulled his cock out and roughly pushed her head down as he let go of her head and went to pick up one of the bottles of brandy.

Elise choked and spit a large mouthful of the sperm mixed with a generous amount of her own saliva onto the dusty wooden floor as she struggled to catch her breath. The man behind her gave her breasts a rough squeeze as he grinned sickly.

"What kind of whore are you? Be grateful and lick it up!" He said, grabbing a hold on the back of her head as he pushed her face into the mess she had made. Bent over and exposed to all, Elise licked and slurped the sperm off of the floor as the man holding her head roughly pushed the tip of his cock between her glistening, pink cunt lips and pushed it all the way inside with a single powerful thrust.

Elise instantly howled out in pleasure as she slurped the rest of the sperm off of the dirty floor the man's hairy chest pushing against her back as his body slid back and forth against hers, his cock driving hard and deep inside of her surprisingly tight cunt which she squeezed around the cock like a vice.

Her mouth hung open as she moaned almost non-stop, she loved pain and she loved being hurt, but she wouldn't ever tell these people about that. Slowly the man moved up to his knees once more as she bent forward and stuck her ass high in the air, her palms once again supporting her weight as the hairy, sweaty pirate gripped her hips, his cock pounding her tight little elven pussy even harder than before as he grunted and cursed happily.