Spray the Sightmistress's hut and mark it with your scent
From Create Your Own Story
Teetering on the brink, you yank your slick cock from the healer’s mouth with a wet pop. Turning toward the interior of the Sightmistress’s hut itself, you stroke yourself hard and fast – you will claim this space. A primal signature to taunt the Sightmistress when she returns.
With a groan you unleash several thick streams of cum. Arcing through the air, they streak the Sightmistress’s cot, her scented herbs, her weapons rack. The hut will reek of you now, defiled. Behind you, the healer gasps, her mouths flying to her hand in shock. She’s frozen in disbelief.
You grab a thick pelt from the Sightmistress’s cot and wipe down your still-throbbing cock, leaving glistening smears and a messy surface. You toss it back onto the pile.
The healer just stares as you pull your clothes back on and stride from the hut. Outside, the Sightmistress is waiting right where you left her.
“Ready to fight this time?” She taps the ground with her long staff and takes her position. She has no idea.
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