A woman lay shackled upon a stone altar, her arms and legs pulled spread eagle, her massive, voluminous breasts heaving with every breath as she fought against her bonds. Her dull silver eyes glared upon the horrid face of her captor, as her wavy blonde hair clung to her sweat laden body. Her treasured loins, desired by men across the four corners, were laid bare for the vile monster lording over her. She was the Archbishop of Watertown, the bearer of the Scales of Justice, Sword Maiden.
And she was the Dark Lord's prisoner.
"Do your worst!" She spat, gashing her perfect teeth at the hulking figure before her. The dark lord, for all his grandeur of his title, was nothing more than an oversized goblin in both appearance and behavior. His vile black member throbbed, brushing the tip between her lower lips.
"I shall," the dark lord cackled, plunging his swollen dark sword into her holy hole. His girth tearing her walls asunder, and defiled her deepest chambers. "With this, I shall create the ultimate monster born from light and darkness!"
Sword Maiden writhed with each thrust, fighting against the natural instincts of her body. She did not enjoy this; she would not enjoy THIS! As the dark lord laid his muscular form on her, she saw a figure appear in her blurry vision. It was a man, thin and lanky. Was it the hero? No, the hero would not be attempting such a cowardly attack. The figure plunged an oddly shaped sword into the neck of the dark lord, nearly severing his head in one blow. His vile black blood stained her pale flesh, the swollen member violating her deflated.
"Goblin Slayer," she let out a joyful cry as the odd adventurer kicked the dark lord's body off her. When the bonds holding her were removed, she clung to his form and rode him to the floor. His own swollen sword pressing against her stained entrance. "Please." She begged, opening her entrance wider. "Use your holy sword rid my body of this vile evil, Holy Light!"
She cast the holy spell upon the hero's member, bathing it in golden light, before sheathing it within her, ridding her holy womb of the dark lord's corruption.
"AND CUT!" a man sitting in a chair shouted. "That's a wrap!"
Sword Maiden, that is the actress portraying her—Swordia Holly Maiden, got in once last bounce on her co-star's cock as his cum spilled out of her pussy. Assistants ran over as the crew got the microphones and cameras out of the way, and wrapped her in a white robe.
"Excellent job, Miss Maiden!"
"Of course it was, it was me," she smiled as her co-star, Rob Layer, was lifted off the floor. His armor was rather heavy. "Another great shoot, Rob."
"Thank you, Miss Maiden." Rob said behind the visor of his helmet. He didn't have a movie ready face; in fact, some might be so cruel as to call him ugly, but he had a dick the size of a plum. It was a visual feast for the eye and one of her favorites. There were few actors she trusted to perform in her movies.
Swordia prided herself by making high-class smut films. Films that not only enticed the loins but engaged the viewer. Her fans didn't just fap and goon to her movies, they actually watched them without skipping to the pornographic scenes. One of her favorite reviews was of a couple that got hot and bothered by her last film, had sex, and then finished the movie naked under a blanket, and rewatched it, still naked.
"Another successful wrap, Swordia," the director said. "The rest is all editing now, but we'll try to get hold of you in a month in case we need any pickup shots or reshoots, but I'm sure it'll be fine."
"I'll leave it in your hands, Chuck." Chuck Hold was the best director in her contacts, and her first choice. Being the leading actress and producer allowed her pick her crew with little pushback. "I'll be taking two weeks off and start doing the finances. I'm eager to get the next project rolling."
The production of Goblin Slayer and the Black Dungeon was about 80% done. Next she wanted to get Gushing Guild Girls 3 going, following that she wanted the Holy Dragon Sword script going. She really wanted to try riding Lizardman cock at least once.
"Before you go radio silent, what do you think about that Centaur Racer 2 script?" Chuck asked as they walked to her trailer. "Ralph Rider really enjoyed working with you."
"That script…" Centaur Racer 1 was a film about an underdog centaur racer having a relationship with his female trainer, her, the scene where she was placed in a stockade and fucked by a horse cock still made her wince. She found her limits on that film shoot. "Ralph's exceptional, but I'm not as young as I used to be." She was pushing into the Big 3-0 now. "I don't think I could handle him again. Besides, we barely broke even with that one. If we do another, I think we could have that new Rhea girl take the lead."
"Going for the size difference, huh?" Chuck nodded. "I like it, but that girl looks too young. The lawyers are still gnashing their teeth after we let her join the orgy in Gushing Guild Girls 2."
"She's a Rhea!" First the union push those actor requirements from the top and then they complain when they hire a Rhea because she looks young, even though she's 25! Honestly.
"I know, I know," Chuck sighed. "So that's a hard no on Centaur 2, what about that Rowdy Cowgirls script?"
"The literal cowgirls or the historical Cowgirl?"
"Um…" Chuck held out a hand, which was quickly filled with paper from an assistant. "Literal."
"I'll review it later."
After cleaning out her pussy and dressing, a driver brought her back to her home. Though she was an actress and a film producer, she lived somewhat humbly. She didn't live in a mansion, but still had a sizable home, larger than average. 5 rooms, 3 bath, pool… gated community.
"Will you be fine from here?" The driver asked, escorting her to the door. She pulled her shades down with a smile, showing off her dull silver eyes.
"Steve, I know my eyes look like this, but I can see just fine." In fact, she had perfect vision; it was some strange genetic mutation in her bloodline that caused her to have grey eyes. Supposedly she was directly descended from THE Sword Maiden, according her to grandmother. Who did not approve of her career, but who was paying for her live in nurse? Not her absent drug abusing mother.
"I forgot that. Have a good vacation, ma'am."
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The first day after a long shoot, the first thing Swordia loved to do was sleep in. No bra, a pair of comfy panties. Sometimes she forgot to shut the shades, so the neighbors saw her. Specially their teenage son… multiple times. He said nothing, obviously. And she's yet to see any pictures online, so she let it go. But she attempted to keep them shut. Some day she expected him to knock her door, and she would firmly reject him.
She may have had sex with a centaur, gotten gangbanged by dwarves, did that lesbian movie with those elves and harefolk, and even considered that movie with the bug people longer than she should have before turning it down. But she wasn't that sex crazed. She knew where the boundary lines were. It was why her cast was 21+ and not that 18+ bullshit. Was it really better? Maybe not by much, but it eased her conscious.
It was perhaps hypocritical that she funded a program to keep fresh out of high school girls out of adult films. Plenty of news organizations mocked her for it. The internet crucified her more than once for it. Her fake house was full of angry letters from mothers, church groups, and non-church groups. People with too much fucking time on their hands, really.
She found it funny; her official profile on Minstrel was flooded with support and complaints, but her actual account was literally @theRealFakeSwordiaMaiden_xxx. Only genuine fans knew the truth, and most went along with the joke. It was also where she farmed for movie ideas.
After sleeping in she checked her account, "hmm, people really want me to do a film with High Elf Porn Actress (HEIPA). I've seen her work before. Crush my massive tits against her tiny tits, that's a specific fetish. Someone wants me to play Dark Mistress from the Black Dungeon series. Playing a villainess might be fun. Oh, my Bard post about me riding a dragon is taking off. Woo, some actual dragon men DM'd me! Look at those!"
The image was of a red dragon man absolutely buried in an elf girl. The girl's face was cracking in pain, but what did she expect when she tried to sheath such a sword? There was a green dragon spreading open some harefolk's asshole, and a Centaur woman deep throating a black dragon.
Looking as such throbbing members got her hot and bothered. She really needed something in her, but she held fast. She'd been riding cock about every day for months. To be blunt, she was a bit overdone. Part of her talent was being able to act enthralled and horny, even when she wasn't. And she got horny really easy. But she needed to hold back so she could really feel it.
"Gods, I hope they have… they do! One-week shipping!" Swordia chewed her lip. She could hold out a week; she wasn't a complete sex addict. This was fine. "Add to cart, and order… confirm order."
She went to bed. The images of the dragon men kept flashing in her mind, her fingers kept crawling towards her pussy. Luckily, she had an item for such things.
"Just slip this on…" She turned the key of her chastity belt; it was designed so she could still use the bathroom easily, and she dropped the key into a timed lock box. Now she couldn't do anything until her new toy arrives.
(Day 2)
She was grinding her crotch on the banister.
(Day 3)
She was playing with her butthole and barely stopped herself from cumming. By day four she was sucking on her nipples for the entire day. Day five she barely kept her hands to herself, and day six she was deep throating cucumbers and trying to break through the guards of her belt. On Days seven, she got a shipping delay notice and about went insane.
Day eight, she sunbathed.
"I'm fine… this is fine." The key was still locked in the box. She added two days to the timer. It could not be reversed. She was a disciplined, mature woman with self-control. "Gods, I need a fucking cock…"
And she was extremely horny.
Laying on her lounge chair, she took time between bronzing her skin to send out emails and text messages. She'd just accepted the lead role in a new script for a film called 'Colonizing Amazon Island.' It looked to be an exciting script.
"Do I want the dark ending or the happy ending?" Given the events of the movie, the dark ending made way more sense. They'd probably film both and have to do the 'true ending' for DVD. Yes, they still produced DVDs. There wasn't a streaming service around that would host her movies. Lucky she kept a tight leash on the budget, or her accountant did. She loved doing the behind-the-scenes commentary with him.
Only two cum shots this scene! We can't afford three! He said on the DVD of Gushing Guild Girls 1. The early days had been rough, but things were much better now.
"Send, send, save that for later…" Swordia froze as some sort of rustling noise came from her bushes. There was a fence around her entire property; nothing should have gotten in. Cautiously, she got up and approached the source of the noise. She froze as some hideous creature stuck its head out of the bushes. At first she thought it was some brat in a mask, but the rotting stench of its breath and those broken yellow teeth left no mistake. "A goblin!"
Something primal shot through her body. She didn't think and started running for the house. Never minding, she was only in a bikini top and a chastity belt. Meaning nothing was holding her massive tits in place. Right outside her sliding door, her own boobs knocked her to the ground.
"Fuck…" she winced, feeling something grab her ankle. It was the goblin, and he had friends. "Get away!" She kicked the small creature and scrambled through the door. Slamming it shut and locking it. Five goblins clawed at the glass as she caught her breath, more charging out of the bushes. "What… what should I do…"
She stood stunned as the horrible creatures clawed uselessly at the glass, giving her a sense of security, until one of them picked up a rock from her garden.
"Shit."
Swordia ran as the outer glass panel shattered, rather than run for her garage, where her FUCKING car was. She did the horror movie trope of running into her bedroom. At least this door was made of thick oak. But as the devilish creature pounded on the bedroom door, she retreated into the master bathroom, locking that door until finally secluding herself in the walk-in shower.
"What do I do? What do I do?" She fought to control her sobs as she scrolled her phone. Her vision was so blurry that she could hardly see her screen. "Cops, cops, I should call the cops!"
In her distress, the emergency number failed to form in her mind. Holding the home button, she screamed at her phone to contact anyone who could get rid of goblins. The phone rang, and a polite, professional voice came through the line.
"Monster Extermination Guild, how may we help you?"
"Goblins!" Swordia screamed, bawling her eyes out. "Goblins are in my house! I'm at—" She quickly gave her address.
"Hold tight, ma'am, help is on the way."
---
Gloria Slayer of MEG set her phone to hold and checked her computer for the location of their personal. "That's a twist of fate." She hit call; and a groggy voice answered. "Code G, location east of your position."
"My position is… I'm home." The voice replied. "Don't prank me on my day off."
"They're in your neighbor's fucking house! Get over there, Silvia!"
That was all they needed to hear; they didn't even hang up the phone.
"I hope she at least puts on her gear." Gloria sighed and dialed another number. "I need a priestess cleaning team on standby. Yeah, Silvia's on the job; expect a lot of blood. Get the dwarf contractors ready too, oh and check Swordia Holly Maiden's insurance, please."
Gloria sighed as she leaned back in her chair, "Goblins, I can't believe they're still around."
---
The goblins joyfully ransacked the foolish human woman's home. How dare she have a home! How dare she run from them! She was already theirs; everything was theirs, for they deserved everything. Their kind have been hunted and hunted for no reason. The elders shuttered and whimpered like cowards, refusing to leave their burrow. So they ate them and grew stronger. This place would be but the first of their many conquests! And he would be the leader! He would take the female for himself and have her spit out spawn after spawn until she withers and dies!
That was the goblin feasting in the kitchen's plan. At least it was until the front door was violently kicked in. A tall armored figure stood in the frame; in its hand were two weapons: a hatchet and a club. Before the goblin could move, the blade of the hatchet was embedded in its forehead, splitting it open as its body felt limp to the ground.
The armored figure drew a small L shaped weapon from its side and pulled the trigger, producing a soft 'pew, pew' sound as two more holes filled the goblin's body.
"That's one," the figure said with a much softer tone than expected. The other goblins hardly noticed their comrades fall, nor the soft footsteps of the newcomer. The only thing they heard was 'pew, pew' before their worlds suddenly went black.
"Four, five, six," the armored being carefully ejected the magazine from their weapon and replaced it with a fresh one. Moving cautiously to create as little sound as possible. "The bedroom."
They found more goblins clamoring through the owner's bedroom, throwing lacy clothes everywhere as they tore at the bathroom door. Those were the first to go. When the goblins jumping on the bed noticed them, they pounced while brandishing garden tools, far too close for the pistol. So it was time for the club.
---
Swordia sobbed while huddling in her shower as the goblins broke a hole in the door, their sick grinning faces tormenting her. She knew all the stories. Her teeth chattered as she imagined it, and the reality seemed to draw ever closer as the goblins worked their way inside the bathroom.
Suddenly they fell over. Cautiously, she moved closer to look through the hole and saw the goblins on the bed fly towards the door, only to be sent flying back. An armored figure appeared, brandishing a metal nightstick. She flinched as they bashed one goblin's brains out. Then another, and another.
"Filthy creatures…" the armored person growled, holding the last goblin by the throat. "You should have stayed in your hole!" They slammed the goblin's face unto her bedpost. Pulled out a small pistol and put a bullet in every goblin, before finally turning her way. "Please stay there, ma'am. I must secure the area and destroy the nest. Others will be here soon."
"Okay…" She nodded rigidly as the slayer wondered away. "If it's not too much trouble, could you toss me some clothes! I'd rather not be rescued in my underwear if possible."
The slayer returned, took one look around the room, picked up her bathrobe and shook off the goblin brains. "Will this do?"
"Of course, fucking not!"
It took some instructing, but the slayer brought a tee-shirt and jeans for her.
---
A properly dressed Swordia sat in her ruined kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee as a swarm of oddly similar blonde looking tactical priestesses combed her house, casting cleanse on the bloodstains on her floor and furniture. A cute, peppy girl with a clipboard sat at the island with her.
"We assessed the damage and contacted your insurance. Since you applied to our agency's security services, we'll take care of that retroactively. So don't worry about that. Our contractor team is a bit busy at the moment, but we'll seal the broken door and windows to keep the elements out." The Swat Priestess flipped through her checklist, asking for Swordia's signature on multiple pages. "Good, that should be everything for now. I imagine living with your home in its current state will be difficult. If you want, we can arrange a hotel for you."
"I'd prefer somewhere more private." Swordia muttered, sipping her coffee. The press would be all over her if she went to a hotel. They'd find her. That's why she lived in a gated community.
"Understandable," the SWAT Priestess, named Penny Temple, nodded. "Do you have a secondary residence you can go to? A friend or family?"
Her grandmother lived three states over, gods knows where her mother is, and she didn't want to burden any of her staff. Any friends she trusted to not leak to the press lived far away, and she didn't want to burden them with her presence. Unlike many other movie stars, she didn't have multiple homes. Her fake address for hate mail was on the corner of the country.
"No, I'd rather not move too far out of the way; I have another production starting up soon in a week or less. I'd only need to stay somewhere for a few days, maybe a week at most." Once she got a production going, she could sleep in her trailer. Right now it was on loan to that Rhea girl and the other actresses to save on costs. Showing up now would cause distress on set and cost money; she didn't want the crew to worry.
"I see," Penny nodded. "I'm afraid that only leaves a hotel, then."
"She can stay with me," a voice said.
Swordia and Penny turned towards the source, the slayer that slaughtered the goblins. Standing in the broken doorframe, covered head to toe in gore. "We're neighbors and I live alone, so it will be no trouble." The slayer fiddled with their helmet, removing it to reveal a pair of red eyes and silver hair, and a much softer face than expected. "We're both women as well, so it should be no trouble."
Penny sighed, shaking her head. "Silvia, I get where you're coming from, but we have to separate our business from our personal lives. You can't have a client stay at your house."
"It's fine," Swordia interjected. "Besides it will take some time for you process the paperwork, right? I'm technically not your client until then, correct?"
"That's a hard 'technically' but true. Your paperwork won't be processed until the end of the week, at least," Penny let out a long sigh. "Fine, you're both adults, it's not my place to tell either of you what to do in your private lives." She looked hard at Silvia. "Please be professional. And Miss Maiden, please be understanding; my cousin is a bit of an eccentric."
Swordia looked between the silver-haired amazon goblin killing machine and the petite pencil pusher across from her. "You two are related?"
"Distantly, but we hail from the same clan." Penny said, packing away her documents. "The Monster Extermination Guild is a private, family run business. Has been since the founding, and will stay that way so long as our CEO is an immortal elf."
"I imagine the state is always on you for this or that." She could think of quite a few busybodies that would want their share of such a long established company. Whenever she went to shoot, everyone seemed to have their hand out for a slice of her budget.
"They are," Penny smiled. "But if they ever get too annoying, we have our methods to cool their heels."
Swordia vaguely remembered a news story about some Politian who was a monster rights activist, as strange as such a thing was, and tried to shut down monster extermination companies. How tragic that they were killed by the same monsters they advocated for. They were found dismembered and half eaten in what was supposed to be an extremely safe area. Was there foul play? Many seemed to think so, but nothing could be proven.
And she was perfectly fine with not asking questions. "I'll make sure my deposit is cashed by next Monday."
Penny smiled, "I'm certain everything will be fine, Miss Maiden; we professionals. If you need anything else, just call us. Our in house contractors will get a hold of you next week."
Penny and her twenty almost identical 'cousins' exited the house, leaving Swordia and Silvia the Slayer alone. The silver-haired woman, who seems to embody a living statue, said, "I'm peckish. Do you like bratwurst?"
"I'm not opposed to them," Swordia replied with a twist of her gut. The goblins mangled bodies fresh in her mind. "I'd prefer something lighter."
"I have baked beans too."
Suddenly, staying with her mysterious neighbor seemed less appealing.
---
Silvia's house was similar to hers, as they were part of the same housing project. High end prebuilds, but still very nice houses. Swordia simply hadn't wanted to go through the trouble of designing her own house. Besides, she was hardly home most of the time. Silvia seemed to be much the same.
"I see you… uh…" Silvia's house was a mess. Bloody, dirty, discarded clothes littered the floor. An assortment of well-polished melee weapons rested in a closet right at the entrance of the home. The slayer woman took care to wipe the blood from her weapons, but dropped her bloody armor and clothes on a hemp on the floor.
"What's that?" Silvia yelled from around the corner, wondering further into the house in her gray underwear. She returned a minute later in what seemed like a fresh pair, wearing some sort of obscure band t-shirt that came from a secondhand store. "I'll show you the guest room; you can throw your stuff in there."
"Thank you."
Swordia carried what few clothes weren't covered in guts and gore and followed Silvia to the guest room. It was the same room that looked into her own bedroom. "You said you lived alone?"
"Yes," Silvia nodded.
"Forgive me, but I swear I saw a teenaged boy looking from this window from time to time." She and Silvia were similar enough in age, though given how many people had elf blood in them nowadays, some people were a lot older than they looked. Though Silvia looked wholly human to her eyes.
"Oh," Silvia let out a long sigh as she scratched her head, "my nephew stays from time to time. I never understood why he liked this room so much." Her expression darkened as she looked out the window with her. "That little shit."
"It's fine," Swordia insisted. "Boys are like that."
"Still doesn't make it right," Silvia sighed, ruffling her hair. "Gods, I should call my sister about it, but I also don't want to, you know? Should I talk to him first?"
Swordia smiled tensely, "I'll leave that up to you." She didn't have kids, so she felt a bit out-of-place giving advice about raising them, especially to a stranger. "So you have a nephew, do you have any kids of your own?"
"I had my share," Silvia smiled. "Their out of the house."
"But…" she looked the slayer up and down. They looked the same age.
"Don't worry," Silvia pulled her bangs aside to show off her stubby, pointed ears. "I'm a sixteenth elf, so I've been around the block a few times."
After settling in, Swordia found herself rather famished, having missed dinner and supper. From the mountain of cardboard boxes from various restaurants, her host wasn't much of a chef. Something she could relate to. If it wasn't a pre-made salad or a cold sandwich, Swordia was lost in the kitchen. She knew a few recipes from her grandmother, but she hadn't had to cook for herself since the release of her second movie. Staff catering was an amazing benefit on a movie set.
Her trainer and nutritionist were never too pleased with her if she wondered over to the crafts tables too often.
"Are you fine with pizza?" Silvia asked, scrolling through her phone. There was only one thing to say.
"Fuck yeah, I am." It's been a long day; she wasn't going to be picky. She wasn't sure what it was, but being in Silvia's presence made her strangely calm. Like nothing bad would ever happen to her again.
They watched TV while they waited, ate, watched some nighttime special before finally settling down for bed. Swordia was buzzing with excitement. This was exactly what she imagined a sleepover was like when she was young. She'd never gotten to take part in one. It was a silly thought, but between her mother being a complete mess and her grandmother doing her best nun impression. Her childhood wasn't anything to be envied. That said, she thought she turned out alright.
As Swordia stared at the ceiling on the unfamiliar pillow, darkness slowly taking her, something caused her to jolt in bed. Her eyes snapped open, her mountainous chest heaving. She closed her eyes again, and almost instantly found herself awake again. Her entire body drenched uncomfortably with sweat.
"I guess this isn't unexpected." Whenever she closed her eyes, she saw them: goblins. She heard their cackling laughter, imaging horrors she'd only seen on screen. There was something about the vile creatures that just got to her. "I suppose I should probably look for a therapist in the morning."
She tried several times to fall asleep, failing each time. Eventually she gathered her pillow and shuffled shamefully across the hall to Silvia's room. The silver-haired slayer lay still as a corpse, her red eyes cracking open slightly.
"What is it?" she muttered. Swordia wouldn't be surprised if she were still asleep.
"Would you mind… I slept with you? Not in the lustful sense, I just…" this was mortifying, a grown woman asking to sleep with another grown woman because she was scared. What was she thinking?
"Alright," Silvia flipped open her blanket, showing off her bare chest. "Come on, it's chilly."
"Right," Swordia slowly slid in next to Silvia and pulled the covers over. The slayer was unbelievably warm, causing her naturally scoot closer. Eventually her arm was snaked around Silvia's back, her face pressed into the other woman's breasts. When she closed her eyes, no goblins appeared.
---
"I would like to thank you properly," it was morning and Swordia had experienced the greatest night's sleep of her life. She was kneeling at the foot of Silvia's bed in her underwear, the silver-haired woman looking groggily at her as she made her declaration. "I know you supposed to keep business and personal separate, but if you want anything of me, ask. I mean anything."
She pulled at her bra and panties to make sure she was not misunderstood. She wasn't certain if Silvia swung for both teams, but it was historically recorded that long-lived folks drifted to both sides. Judging by the faint blush on the silver slayer's face, her bet seemed to be well placed.
"Well…" Silvia's face turned a bright cherry red as she hid beneath her bangs. "If I can ask you for anything…"
To be honest, Swordia was simply feeling horny, but she wanted to express her gratitude. So why not do both simultaneously? Only things didn't go as expected.
First she was in a Dark Mistress costume, complete with all the BDSM nonsense they'd shoehorned into the movie; second she was one wearing the strap on with Silvia wearing a rather frilly sex fantasy dress.
They were currently on the second floor of Silvia's house in a large room with a huge wide screen TV, one wall filled with DVDs and another wall filled with costumes and special toys.
All the DVDs were pornos and every one of her movies was on the shelf and catalogued by genre, alphabetical order and number. A lot of the costumes were from her movies as well.
She has a signed original poster too… several of them. It was perhaps safe to say Silvia was a fan of her work. Perhaps even a fanatic.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Swordia was certain she's been the one receiving, but no—Silvia wanted that role. She was being very cute about it, too.
"Yes… growing up I was always athletic, a tomboy, basically. The girls at my boarding school often recruited me to be the… prince… you know. I had to find a rather muscular beef of man to that wouldn't mind a woman like me." Silvia squirmed, her bare toned arms covered and faint scars. There were even more scars across her body. "He was human, so he died before me… I would like to be treated like a princess again. I understand if you don't want…"
'SLAP!'
Silvia stood stunned as Swordia played with her crop whip with a vicious grin, already in character. "I'm well aware of what type of person you are—Princess Silvia!" Swordia declared in her best Dark Mistress voice. She knew the exact type of person Silvia was.
Silvia was a strong woman with a dangerous job, a tomboy with a kind heart, and the right amount of gentlemanly and womanly features. That was the mask she put on, the character she had to play.
What she wanted to be was the damsel; she wanted to let her guard down, to let someone else take control. And she would bring it out of the Slayer, just like she brought out the best in all her partners.
"Kneel and service your new master!" Though she didn't have the actual strength to force Silvia to do anything, the silver woman fell to her knees with a look of pure ecstasy. She cradled the slayer's face in her hand as she pressed the pseudo cock into the Silvia's face. "Look at that expression, you truly are a slut at heart, princess. I bet the entire knights' order ran through you. Does the hero know?"
"No… I'm saving myself for him…" Silvia stuttered; she was acting the way new actors did. Not quite committing to the role with a bit too much embarrassment. The best way to hide that was to press forward!
"Please! Look how easily you swallow my cock! I bet you sucked off the royal stud in the stables!" Gods, she wished she had an enchanted dildo; she would love to feel this! Silvia was taking her down to the base!
With a bit of dramatic flair, she pushed Silvia to the ground and lifted the frilly, cheap costume skirt covering the slayer's bare ass. "Look at this slutty ass," she sneered, spreading Silvia's ass cheeks open. "Look how loose it is! A holy princess of virtue! You're nothing but a slut!"
She spat into Silvia's asshole, just to be safe, added a squirt of lube before pressing the tip in.
"No! That's not true!" Silvia gasped, really getting into the role now as her ass was spread wide. "You won't break me, vile witch!"
"We'll see about that!" She gave Silvia's ass a firm slap before plunging down to the base. Swordia didn't play the dominatrix role often. Much preferring to be dominated, but for her savior she'd be the perfect demon lord! "Look at that! You're ass if so fucking loose, it's pathetic! I barely feel a thing!"
She wanted to use this on herself first, but want could you do? Sending mana into her dildo, the large human shape expanded, becoming a ripped monstrously of a cock!
"Behold the might of the Dark Dragon!" The sheer girth of the draconic cock spread the slayer's asshole wide open. Silvia let out a guttural, animalistic moan of pleasure, cum squirting out of her pussy.
"Oh, Mistress! My dark mistress!"
"Yes!" Swordia grabbed and pulled Silvia's hair as she rammed the dildo like a jackhammer. "Scream my name, you slut of a princess! Scream it so gods can hear you!"
"Mistress!" Silvia bellowed once more and collapsed to the floor in a panting heap.
"Don't think we're done," Swordia flipped Silvia on her back and climbed atop the other woman. Their breasts pressed together as she forcibly kissed the slayer, while prodding her pussy with the dragon dildo. "I will send your precious hero into despair as your birth our child before his virgin eyes!"
Needless to say, they had a lot of cringe fun, and only received one noise complaint from the other neighbor on the west side of Silvia's house. It didn't take too much convincing for Silvia adopt the princely role and finally give Swordia the 'draconic experience.'
"Say, Silvia…" Swordia looked the slayer over as they cleaned up. "How would you like to star in a film?"
"I… don't know about that…"
"Come on, you're a natural! Try it! I have the perfect script for you!" Silvia's eyes widened as she opened her email.
"You're making it!"
"Yep! And I think you're perfect for the role!"
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Sometime later….
Despite protests, Swordia Holly Maiden's film, Dark Mistress Vs Heroine Bikini Silver—starred a new, unheard of actress: Silver Maidenslayer. Whose rumored to become a staple recurring actress in her future projects. Where she came from, no one knows, but she's adept at playing heroic and submissive roles. Hopes are high for this young actress, as she's set to star in Gushing Guild Girls 4.
"That's quite a review," Swordia smiled, turning off the TV. Silvia sat hugging her knees beside her. The poor woman's phone exploding with vibrations. Some people wanted answers, namely her sister.
"I can't believe my nephew recognized me! I had a helmet on the entire time and even dyed my hair and had a stage name!" Swordia patted her friend/co-star/lover on the shoulder. "Gods, the winter feast is going to be so awkward now!"
"It is…" Swordia couldn't lie about that. "But they still invited us. Things will work out."
"Maybe…" A new ringtone played. Swordia leaned over as the picture of a green-haired elf woman was displayed on Silvia's phone. Beneath the picture read: Boss Granny.
"I think you need to answer that."
"I know…" Silvia sighed, finally answering the phone. "Hi… Grandma Heia…"