ALL NOVEL 31: The Olson Estate
Gildroy bit down onto her neck, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her fake body. What was once a foreign experience was now familiar, even almost sought after, to the succubus.
Warmed by the roaring fire just a few hands from the fully nude couple, the direwolf rug underneath Sara quickly grew toasty and filled her senses with the musty fur. Feeling the heat of the man above her and the hair of the pelt below overloaded her as she could do nothing but become a captive whatever the young lord subjected her to.
Sara moaned as her current lover grasped her behind, his erect dick rubbing on her stomach where her crest would be if not hidden by her glamour. Returning the favor by pulling on his gilded hair that glistened in the light of the crackling fire, Gildroy grunted as he continued to bite her neck, most likely leaving a mark for her to see in the future.
“I missed this.” He pushed Sara down onto her back, forcing her to look into the man’s emerald green eyes as he hovered above.
Something about those eyes drove her wild.
Both of her hands wrapped around his toned waist, something the last shred of her manlihood bemoaned. But after all it had been through, it was flimsy against the heat that begged for the man above her to dominate.
“You have both your hands now?” He asked, rubbing the tip of his erect dick against her opening, something that certainly coated it in fluids back. “What happened while you were gone?”
Sara’s right hand, the one she had lost before, lifted a finger to his lips, “Shhhh…” She whispered, “You talk too much…” Her long nail traced his mouth as she continued to get lost in his gaze.
In response, he took the opportunity to slide inside her, causing a light squeal to come out of her. She could feel his length reach it’s entirety within her main mouth, the muscles wrapping the foreign rod stopping just short of the real sweet spots she had within. But the independent motion as well as the heat more than made up for it.
As he began to pull away, Sara wrapped her legs around his toned waist, her dark legs encircling his pale frame. Thrusting once again, she helped push him further inside. While still short, she could feel the sensation she now desired again.
A joy that only a man can provide.
The once shameful and alien feeling now was a highlight to her, one of the few things she had grown to like in this new form. Her body sang as he began to push in and out of her, the walls of her vagina grasping his manhood in a desperate attempt for pleasure.
Gildroy hung above, his wide stare taking in everything about the woman he dug into: her hungry pussy that devoured his rod, her tight stomach that moved with every thrust, her larger-than-life tits that amplified even the smallest motion and were crowned with black perked nipples that begged to be sucked, and finally, the look on her face. He knew plenty of women that reveled in sex, a hidden pleasure they were openly afraid to admit, but this woman seemed to live for it.
She was made for sex and she knew it.
A sly smile had crept onto her face and never truly left. Her eyes rolled backwards as she seemingly embraced her womanhood, each thrust raising the tone of her voice higher and higher. She seemed to have full control over her cunt, each action was calculated to drive him wild, to encourage him to surrender to his carnal lust. He almost envied her ecstasy while having sex, something he figured she enjoyed so much, she pursued it for a cost.
“Sara… I’m gonna…”
She could feel him grow larger within, continuing to thrust while his balls were now too tight to slap against her butt.
The young lord pumped faster and faster, in and out of her salivating pussy, his emerald eyes rolled to the back of his head, lost in his final strokes. With one last grunt, he grabbed her ass before finally-!
She felt the warm liquid shoot into her greedy mouth, hungrily slurping up the man’s essence. Not even hungry, she had coerced herself and this man just for a little snack.
- - - -
Spread out upon the direwolf skin rug, the two breathed heavily.
“Sara, I-” The young lord stopped himself suddenly.
The dark toned woman rolled over onto her side, her pussy shutting itself to keep his seed within. Reaching over, she crossed his body with one arm, her hand stroking his face drenched in cold sweat, “What is it, dear?” She cooed, her voice still ripe with ecstasy from the climax she just endured.
“I-” Gildroy’s eyes shot wide. His face nearly looked to be in a panic as he realized the situation he now put himself in. But there was no going back, it seemed.
“Sara, I think I love you…”
It was now her turn to be thrown into a panic. She continued to stroke the man’s face, pensive at what she just heard.
What was only a few seconds felt like an agonizing eternity to the young man before she finally answered, “I’m not sure yet…”
Gildroy sighed in relief. It was not a ‘no’.
“Perfectly fine, my dear!” He rolled over to draw closer to her unreal voluptuous form, her tantalizing breasts about as wide as her torso was, “Take as long as you need to find out how you feel! I’m not going anywhere!”
Sara smiled.
Her smile drove him up a wall. Her angelic smile was unlike any he had seen before and deserved any and all attempts at preservation.
- - - -
“Harder! Harder!” Sara shouted, leaned over the arm of the presumably antique love seat.
The two had done it nearly on everything in the living space, the fire long dead and the sun starting to rise through the window facing the east. She felt her inner teeth gnash at the air, his phallus just too short to reach it’s doom, something that kept this pleasure going longer than it would otherwise.
Gildroy pushed further in, his eyes glued to her butt that cushioned his hips slamming into hers. He grasped her behind, the dark skin pressing out between his pale fingers as he mind had gone blank a long time ago alongside his partner’s.
She felt her tits hang, pendulums with every thrust, her nipples teased by the fabric of the long worn couch as the lord of the manor continued to plug away at her pussy from behind.
Everything had gone numb.
Her mind had long departed, each thrust of the man drove a stake through her brain, forcing pleasure upon her over and over. Still somehow drenched after hours of eating, her cunt dripped with a never ending anticipation for the man’s seed, welcoming every entry and exit of the man’s dick just as excited as the first time. And lastly, her body, drenched in sweat felt detached, almost as if it was in the midst of it’s own flow state, single mindedly focused on accomplishing the sole duty it was made to do.
She felt Gildroy swell up once more inside her, something that still excited her as her body knew what was coming next. Her voice pitched up as he continued to thrust within, “Harder! Harder!”
Answering her call, the young lord nearly exhausted himself, trying to slam their pelvises as close as they would go. He pumped and pumped and pumped, each thrust feeling like it was the last. And as they both began to ride the heights of their sexual release-
She felt a sting across her butt.
And another.
A loud crack echoed through the room and out into the halls. It took a second, but a warm stringing sensation began to spread across her behind, each cheek slowly informing her of the damage it had undergone.
It felt divine.
The man bellowed, filling her cunt with a now familiar warmth of it’s own. He grasped her ass as much as his hands allowed, squeezing as he drove himself further inside, this batch of seed flying out to join the rest of what was already within.
Sara joined him in his release, screaming out as her walls milked the man for all he was worth. The sting still remained, lingering as her mind let her body once more only to be replaced by the thick ropes shot within her.
She slumped onto the couch’s arm, heavily panting. The man behind her dropped to his knees, his now soft member sliding out from her grasp.
It took a few minutes for both to catch their breath, “That… That was incredible.” Sara panted, finally offering a sense of finality to the man.
Gildroy finally found the strength in his legs once more and stood. He managed a few steps before they gave out once more, dropping him into a heap upon the couch, “I- I hadn’t even jacked off once since we last met.” The young lord relented, glowing in his accomplishment. “My balls are dry!”
Crawling onto the couch and resting her head upon his lap, Sara smiled once again, “Impressive…” She made sure to close her legs, she was still doing alright after feasting on Bila, but now she had another week’s worth of cum inside. Perhaps enough mana to get a bit more experimental in her magic.
The man passively ran his fingers through her sweaty hair. Her white locks ran through his soft fingers as he rubbed her scalp.
Both continued to breathe heavily until a door opened just a room over in the foyer.
“Hello?”
A masculine voice echoed through the empty halls, as a shadow ran across the tiled floor, backed by the sunlight that crept in behind it through the doorway.
“Shit! Hide!” The young lord pushed the woman off his lap, nearly sending her head into the coffee table that stood only a hand or two away from the love seat.
Jumping up, he quickly jumped across the room and to the mantle of the now cold fireplace. Finding his pants he had long discarded, Gildroy tried his best to slide them on as the man entered the room, still covered in snow from the mountains outside.
“There you are, Gildroy!” The bearded man looked over, his eyes growing wide as he saw the naked buxom woman scrambling to get up from the couch, “Oh! Sorry! I didn’t know you had a friend over!”
Despite her obviously apparent embarrassment the familiar man did not look away, but shifted his focus back to his son, freshly pantsed, “Good work, boy! Definitely the best you’ve found yet!”
The robust figure stepped into the room, a far cry in size from his son, the heavy-set man moved with a sense of power. His massive form demanded attention as his boots crunched with leftover snow as he strode upon the hardwood floor, creaks filling the air with each step.
The golden haired lord appeared flushed as he turned to his night’s partner, “Ugh… Sara, this is my father, Monterrey Olson, the former lord of this manor.”
Holding out a massive paw, the bear of a man continued to disregard Sara’s state of disrobement, “A pleasure.”
Her own hand was barely enough to wrap around one of his giant fingers. Without a word, he wrapped his grip around hers and lightly shook.
“Sorry for the sweat, I was just out hunting monsters.”
World notes: House Olson
An older house with plenty of history on the continent of Alzahett, the Olson family is said to have direct ties to the first tallmen to walk the earth.
The house claims to have ties to the various heroes and champions across nearly every era and even cites a hero of the goddess Alzahett, Ulfric Olson, as their progenitor and patriarch. This favor to the former goddess also explains the origin of their greatest artifact, The Moon-touched Greataxe, a weapon of divine origin who's true name has long been forgotten and is said to glow under the light of a full moon. However, this artifact has been lost to time during the God Emperor's ascension at the betrayal and slaying of the goddess.
While many records during the Era of the Goddesses have been destroyed or fallen into obscurity, the catalogs of history available do cite the Olson clan as notable warriors and artisans, with many games of cards devised during their campaigns under the prior Sopra Kingdom.
The last three generations of Olson has proven concerning for those who examine the family's genealogy as starting with Montblanc Olson, an early settler of Thistlebrook with his grandfather, known as a foolhardy gambler. While his record is impressive, the loans he accrued to the dwarven kingdoms up north are near maturation. His only heir, Monterrey Olson has no interest in war profiteering, choosing instead to pursue a monster hunter's passion. While it is a noble and respected discipline, it will certainly not provide for the family's lavish tastes once the house of cards begin to fall. Lastly, Gildroy Olson has not proven to be what the family needs during this time and may be the end to a house with a long and storied history.