Deaglan's grunts echoed in the empty chamber, alongside the sharp, dull sound of his fist slamming the wall over and over. He made no damage to the wall, but his blood smeared the stone from his torn knuckles, splattering with each strike.
The audacity! How dare he? How fucking dare he?
The doors opened suddenly before he could get his rage in order, and his face bore all the rage as he turned to face the person that just walked in.
It was his elder sister, and she was laughing.
"You!" he snarled, advancing on her, his breath ragged, finger jabbing accusingly. "You did this!"
She arched a brow, her laughter fading to a cold smile. "What did I say about pointing fingers at me?"
He lowered his hand, seething. "Have your fun all you like" he said. "I will get you for this"
She didn't say anything, only laughed some more and left.
He turned and slammed his fist into the wall, heavier this time with a cry of frustration. His two fingers snapped, but he only winced as the pain shot through his body.
Growing up with her had made him more tolerant to pain because of all the frustration he had to go through.
"Tolu" he called.
A knight entered, silently offering a healing potion. Deaglan took the vial, staring at it as his mind churned. He downed it in one gulp, the warmth of the potion easing his wounds. Accepting a napkin from Tolu, he wiped the blood from his hand, forcing his rage to ease down. He still needs to talk to the Drakorian king, he can't let his feelings ruin it.
Handing the bloodied napkin back to the knight, he straightened and headed back to the party.
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I didn't even understand what was going on in the party. Just a sea of people going about, talking. I was the only one not eating or drinking, just casually checking people's stats to kill time and relieve my boredom. I had already dropped the wine glass because it had become too obvious.
I saw Amara coming, and I hope the sigh that escaped me wasn't obvious. She wasn't with her companion, and she had a smile on her like she knows a good joke. Hands in my pockets, I held her gaze as she approached.
She leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear. "Come with me," she whispered, then turned and walked away.
She looked back and saw that I didn't even move, and she laughed and walked back.
She grabbed my arm and tugged me along, only releasing me when we've walked a fair amount. She led the way as Ophelia and I followed.
We left the hall through a door that gave way to a splendid large hallway. There were massive, expensive looking chandeliers, almost every 4 feet. They give off warm, golden sunlight, unlike the crystals I'm use to. Tall arched windows on the right let moonlight pour in, reflecting off the shiny, very stylish and detailed cream marble floor. The walls were lined with platinum details, elegant trim, and what looked like classical statues set between polished ivory columns. Everything about them makes me look like a simple man.
We took a large, curved stairs up, and walked more hallways until we finally reached a door. There were conveniently no knights in this hallway let alone by the door. She opened the door with a smile, and ushered me in.
I stared at her a moment, then sighed and stepped past her.
The room was dim, the crystals on the chandeliers only giving faint light, something I didn't know they could do. A figure sat on the edge of the bed, naked and shy. I recognized her immediately by her light red hair.
Amara pressed herself against me from behind, her hands roaming sensuously over my body, then lower. Her lips brushed my neck as she murmured, "What do you think?"
I turned my head, and we kissed, prolonged and deep, as her fingers worked my clothes. It was a sincere kiss on my part, I was truly happy with her and I think she sees that with the way she responded.
We pulled apart, and I silently asked Ophelia for Helene's vial. I held it as Amara pulled off my shirt, and then I took it.
I held the girl's gaze as I was working on taking off my trousers to free the already raging cock. I gestured for Ophelia to take off my shoes, and good for her and me, she didn't show any reluctance.
Amara's hand was wrapped around my cock, gently stroking. My heart thudded in my chest. Everything felt still and slow as Ophelia was removing the last of my shoes.
When everything was removed, I approached the girl, heart pounding. I picked her, and threw her to the center, then climb on inbetween her legs. Shifting my position, and parting her quivering thighs, so that I could kneel between them. Her face flushed with shame, eyes closed, lips held tight, and her full, firm breasts rising and falling with intense emotion.
I was mad with lust, but hardly for her flesh. I brought my dick and placed the head just slightly between the lips of her vagina. A shudder seemed to pass through her frame at the touch of my dick, as her breathing grew worse. I pushed in, the head entered about an inch, till it was chock up to a hymen. She gave a start of pain, and I paused in surprise. I know a non-virgin when I see one, especially that look of mischief in her eyes that told me she has been through a lot of dicks. It was something I thought I could never get wrong in my previous world and the surprise of it was enough to have me pause.
Amara climbed onto the bed, now totally naked. She kissed me. "Don't let the maidenhead deter you, my darling" she said softly. "She was unfortunate not to lose it before the awakening day"
I looked at the girl, who now had her eyes opened and looking at me. A forever virgin. Incredible. I slammed in, and she gave a subdued shriek of agonized pain, her face showed every anguish of it to the total amusement of Amara. I felt myself throbbing in possession of her inmost charms. I didn't pause for her to recover, the tight sheath of her vagina contracting on my cock in the most delicious manner as I drove in a powerful thrust. I withdrew and slammed in again and began the rhythmic clap of persistent fucking.
She was repressing her moans as my thrust became more maddening. The idea that if I take out my dick, she will go back to a virgin was an insane one that built lust. I wanted to try it, but first I wanted to see this mission through.
I was nervous, but it wasn't showing on my pounding of her tight vagina. I wanted to get it over with, as quickly as possible, but at the look of things she might first me reach the edge. Throwing her arms around my neck, she drew my lips to hers, as she thrust her tongue into my mouth with all the abandon of lust, and shoved up her bottom to meet my charge.
I heard Amara laughing, and saying, "Just remember not to do it inside"
But I didnt care, and I don't think any of us did at that moment. It grew intense with the fucking, and her cries were more loud and animated, echoing around the room and definitely into the hallway. I kept slamming in, faster and faster, lost in the thrill of it to the point that I couldn't even hear her cries of pleasure and pain. Begging to cum and at the same time not wanting to. I was too nervous, I was too afraid, but finally, with the background sound of, "oooooh" playful concern from Amara, I was pouring torrents of sperm deep into the womb of the to-be-engaged Paladin.