Round Three?
From Create Your Own Story
Before she can squirm away, you grab her hips and flip her over onto her knees, her palms slapping the floor as she catches herself. “What – again?” she snaps, voice ragged, but there’s no time for her to argue – you’re already yanking her hips back and thrusting into her. She gasps as her body rocks forward under the force.
You grip her waist tight, fucking her doggy style. Each slam of your hips driving another moan out of her. Her protests dissolve into breathless curses, “Bastard…fuck...” But her body pushes back to meet you despite her words. The sight of her – hair tangled, ass bouncing, robe crumpled uselessly around her elbows – spurs you on. She’s trembling, spent but still taking it, her moans growing weaker as exhaustion overtakes her.
With a final, hard thrust, you cum, groaning as you spill inside her, hips jerking through the waves of release. She shudders beneath you, a faint whimper escaping as she slumps forward. You pull out, chest heaving, and glance down – she’s a wreck, sprawled across the floor, panting – too drained to even glare back at you. “Good luck… on your... quest,” she mumbles.
Wiping sweat from your brow, you spot the spellbook on a nearby table, its leather cover glinting faintly. She’s too exhausted to stop you as you snatch it up, tucking it under your arm. Without a word, you step over her trembling form and stride out of the hut. Where to next?
Do you:
