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Diablo 3: Smut	By : Riddle_of_Stars Category: +A through F > Diablo III Views: 21321 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter One: Welcome to New Tristram
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh resounded through the Slaughtered Calf Inn. Hahn, The wizard of Xiansai, freshly arrived in New Tristram, had already found himself buried hilt-deep in a local farm wife. He knelt between her legs, arms linked with hers for balance, cock pistoning at a rapid pace.
She was not the comeliest of lasses; at least a decade older than the young wizard, with several children under her belt. And though she lacked the glamor of the courtesans of Xiansai, he found that she had a rustic charm about her; the way her heavy breasts bounced as he drove into her, the way her red-brown hair spilled across the pillow, the wide curve of her hips.
It had been an easy seduction; a wink in the eye, a few displays of magic, and the farmwife had fallen under the spell of the dashing stranger.
"Tell me," he said, moving one hand to rub her clitoris as he continued to hammer her pussy, "who is a better lover? Me, or your husband?"
He could feel her cunt begin to spasm, the begininngs of the sixth orgasm of their coupling. "You are! By the heavens, you are! My husband never fucked me like this! Please, please keep fucking me!"
Her screams echoed through the inn; this affair was going less discreetly than Hahn had hoped, and he might have to deal with an angry or peasant or two later. Oh well. Nothing he couldn't handle.
He shifted one of her legs onto his shoulder, and pinned the other beneath his own. She let out another scream, long and primal.
"Yes, take me, Hahn, take me!Take me like a hound takes a bitch!"
Well, if you insist. He passed the leg over his shoulder, turning her over onto her knees. He admired her shapely buttocks again, and gave one a swat with the palm of his hand. He leaned forward, running his tongue along the edge of her ear. She shuddered with delight.
"Is that what you are? My bitch? My dirty little bitch getting fucked like a dog?" He whispered, hips still pumping with clockwork efficiency.
"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck your bitch, fill me with your seed...."
That, sadly, was something he was not going to do. Children someday, perhaps, but not today. And beside, why deny her the taste of his seed?
He pulled out of her, and pulled her off of the bed. "If you want my seed, then you shall have to earn it," he said with a smirk."Finish me with your hands and mouth."
She knelt before him, and eagerly took his cock in her mouth. She looked up at him, admiring his physique while she sucked his cock. He was slim and muscular, with a dark mane that flowed down over his shoulders. His eyes and skin had an exotic cast, signs of the people of a far-off land she would never see.
He twined a hand in her hair, moving his hips to match the pace of her mouth. He could feel his climax building, and his fingertips began to glow with an eldritch light. He pulled out of her mouth at the last moment, letting his cum splatter across her face, her cheeks, her hair, into her open mouth and onto her tongue. She licked her lips, swallowing down his seed.
"You taste delicious, m'lord. Not at all like my husband."
He had been told this on several occasions before, that his semen tasted better than that of other men. Perhaps it was a side affect of his boundless magical talent. Or perhaps, his boundless sexual talent.
He looked down at her – Merida? Meria? Something like that. She looked so sweet, covered in his cum. He should like to sleep with her again, at least once more before he moved on.
He leaned forward, kissing her on top of the head. "You had best clean up and return home. I fear our tryst has engendered enough suspicion as it is.”
"Alright, but... one more trick before I go?" She said, smiling a sheepish smile.
"Of course." Balls of colored light leaped from his fingertips, flying about the room in a mad dance. They came back to rest in his hands, and he juggled them like a tumbler. A simple trick, of no real magical significance, but perfect for wowing the eyes of country admirers.
He lent her a towel to wipe the semen from her face, and began re-equipping his boots and trousers. She stopped him as he began putting his shirt back.
"Wait," she said, and ran her tongue along the ridges of his abdomen and up to his chest. He leaned back and made a small moan as she did – he could already feel his cock beginning to stir again, ready for another round. Alas, he had a meteor to find.
"So much nicer than my husband's. He's all fat and hairy..." She ran a hand along his smooth stomach.
She finished putting back on her skirts and her blouse. "Will I see you again?"
"Of course. Now run along. I fear I have a shooting star to attend to."
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