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The Amorous Tale of Rasmus's Shadewalker	By : Sandkings_321 Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Crossovers Views: 17745 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
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The Amorous Tale of Rasmus's Shadewalker (Elder Scrolls/Multiverse)
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(This segment is currently NON-canon with any previous chapters)
SUMMARY
The Dragonborn makes a bet with Champion of the Sinnoh Region Cynthia. If he could manage to defeat her in a pokemon duel, Cynthia will spend the entire night with him doing whatever he wanted. Unfortunately for her, and Cynthia is about to have an entire new admiration and a new appreciation of Rasmus.
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Dom/Sub, Teasing, Degradation/Humiliation, Dirty Talk, Sexual Conditioning, Fucked Silly, Breeding, Mind Break, Musk, Orgasm Control, Enhanced Orgasms, Orgasm Denial
The Amorous Tale of Rasmus's Shadewalker
Chapter Fourteen: Dominating the Champion (Cynthia)
Cynthia stared utterly in shock at the sight of her last pokemon fainted. Her eyes saw her beloved pokemon on the ground defeated, but her conscious mind couldn't comprehend the sight of it as it tried to understand why one of her pokemon who helped her win her the title Champion of the Sinnoh Region was defeated when the evidence was outright on the ground and no amount of denial could help her.
She lost. Plain and simple. It wasn't like she was a sore loser or anything like that as she is quite modest and humble about herself and her achievement and can take a loss like a decent person.
However this particular situation and loss was different then her past losses as the person she lost was someone that didn't want to lose...
"Looks like I won our duel. Ya' know what that means~?" Spoke up the deep and growling voice of the one and only Rasmus Shadewalker.
Cynthia flinches but still composes herself as she sets her sole cool gray eye on the man who stood tall and proud in front of her with a cool, insufferable smirk on his face and a casual yet conceited air that casually exudes around him.
Cynthia's sole eye narrowed and her frown deepened from seeing this man's absolute arrogant smirk and his cool but smug manner of speaking toward her.
"Yes. I know what that means." She answered in a cold, clipped tone toward the man as she crossed her arms underneath her chest. "The loser has to do whatever the winner of the duel says for one. Night. Only~" Taunted in a slow and smarmy tone that made the normally cool-headed and well-mannered elegant woman wanted to punched him in his arrogant, dumb-looking face of Rasmus Shadewalker who hold nothing but a snide, confident smirk that oozed absolute arrogance andhubris of the highest order, that did nothing but send utterly disgust in her and annoyed the living hell out her to no end.
Countin the count of ten in her head to keep her cool head and the strongest urge to use her pokemon and her own fist to wipe that smug look off his face. Managed to keep a calm mind as she sent the towering man a cool, stoic look and spoke in a calm, clipped voice. "I understand...I am a woman of my word and as the Champion of the Sinnoh league I am obliged to honor the deal that I made with...you. What time or place do you want me to meet with you to fulfill our bet?" Asked Cynthia who crossed her arm underneath her bosom.
Rasmus looked at her for a long moment with the still wide infuriating smirk and the smug, hubristic stare. Before he spoke his tone of speech was casual and lighthearted, yet his voice was deep-as-the-ocean baritone.
"Go~od," he stepped away from her as he put his large, strong hands into his pants. "Just met me at my apartment around 8 o'clock." He stated out to the tall and statuesque blonde woman as he wrote down his apartment address on a piece of paper and lent it to her.
Cynthia took the piece of people and looked at it for a moment, memorizing the address of his apartment and the number before she glance at and about to say something to him.
But she was cut off by him once more.
"Oh, Cyn...make sure that you dress nice for me~" He sent one last teasing comment toward her as he uproariously laughed out loud. As the tall, imposing man made his way out of her private duel room leaving her alone in the room with nothing but her own thoughts at the moment...
Cynthia stood outside Rasmus's apartment, her fingers twirling and wiggling the hem of her shirt. She stared with a rare nervous expression on her face. Her sole grey eye stared at the plague of his apartment where he lived and where he could do whatever he wanted with her for a single night.
The temptation of simply walking away and lying that she wasn't feeling well for the night. But that was cowardly and dishonorable, and she wasn't neither of them and she wasn't going to start. Plus, what would her father would say if he discovered that she dishonored her deal with Rasmus.
She'd to do this. And she can pretend none of this never happened and avoid the son of a bastard for the rest of her life and career like the plague.
Cynthia lifted up her hand and knocked on the door. A massive part of her expected him to roughly grab her and act on his base bestial instinct with no care toward her.
But much to her surprise. He didn't know what she thought up in her head.
He casually opened the door, wearing simple clothing consisting of his dark purple wife beater tank top that hugged his wide torso and large, hairy arms, and a white baggy gym pants and simple. He took one look at her, his eyes moving up and down with a casual yet incisive look in his bright, piercing eyes.
Then he smiled at her. Not the friendly and mellow one, but the smarmy and arrogant one. "Good, ya' here," he grinned, as if she wanted to be here with him. "Come inside her'." He motioned her inside, closing the door behind her as Cynthia reluctantly walked in.
She cautiously stared at him as he walked past her without looking at her as he spoke. "Welcome to my lair of your truly where'ya going to stay for one night only~, make ya' self home." Said the taller man with a wide grin as he dramatically waved his home to his large but modest apartment that was fairly well-kept and decent to live in to heras if he was a showman trying to keep the audience entertained.
She snorted slightly at his dramatic antics. When he is not being an insufferable, smarmy asshole. He can be quite charming and charismatic in his own somewhat dramatic if rustic way.
"Now that we got the pleasantries way. Ya' hungry? Want something to drink your thirst away?" He surprisingly asked her in a somewhat polite tone.
Cynthia's sole gorgeous grey eye numbly blinked at his question. "I am fine. But thank you for offering." The beautiful champion answered in an almost quick but automatic tone to him.
"Suit ya'self." He led her to his large apartment living room, where some food and drink, both healthy and junk alike, was laid out on a couple of plates.
The food looked so enchanting and delicious, and the aroma was frankly almost irresistible that she wanted to forgo her earlier word and have a sample of the food...but she held back...for now.
She silently watches him filling himself a cup of water with the pitcher of iced water, before drinking it.
Cynthia stared at Rasmus who was drinking his water not even giving her single glance in her direction, but casually drinking his water without single care in the world. Just stare at him...and she couldn't help but notice how utterly unreal and surreal the whole situation was. Rasmus wasn't doing anything lecherous toward her.
He wasn't ogling her. He wasn't trying to grope her. Or made some uncouth comment about her. In fact, he was actually being nice and decent toward her. She once again stares at the food with a different kind of stare, the suspicious one of distrust and suspicion. As she wondered if the food itself was laced with some kind of aphrodisiac or something nefarious on the food and drinks?
"Do you want to watch some TV or movie? I got a bunch of movies and tv on the table. Do ya' see anything that ya' like to watch?" Asked Rasmus who sat on the couch with a calm demeanor that oozed pure comfort and confidence in himself. As if he had no worry or care in the world and he had the whole situation under wraps.
Was this some kind of date or game to him? Was he not aware of the pure awkwardness or uncomfortable air that rested around her? Thought the champion as she walked over to the bookcase that was full of movies and tv shows that was arranged in alphabetical order and genre.
She took a few moments to pick out her choice. As loathsome and irritating he was to her and few others. He did have good taste on his movies and tv-shows; some of them were oldies, some were modern, some of them were action, horror-thrillers, romance, drama, and the last few were laugh out loud comedies. She pick out the thrillers-romance flick that perk her interest due to how it was her favorite movie to watch in a nice evening alone…
...and the whole atmosphere was getting to her. The casual and laid-back atmosphere was very much getting under her skin more so than his usual, blunt, lecherous but snarky comment. His calm, nonchalance air and his cool-as-a-cucumber exterior irked her so much that her self-control and temperance was getting frayed by his aloof and nonchalant demeanor.
Her sole eye glances at him and the movie as she nervously wraggle her hands together. He wasn't looking at her, he was putting a pizza into the oven along with a packet of popcorn into the microwave with a cheerful whistle.
"What're you doing?" Cynthia asked, crossing her arm underneath her bosom unintentionally lifting them up and emphasizing their large breast size.
Rasmus stares at the champion with a bemused expression on his face as he tilts his head to the right and answers in a puzzled tone. "I-uh makin' some pizza and popcorn for us to snack on? Am I not allowed to do that in my home?" He turned his whole body and attention on her as he crossed his large, powerful, hirsute arms across his large and broad torso.
She could feel her head throbbing immensely as she stomped over to him and stood in front of him with a piercing stare into his eyes. "Why are you acting so...nice and normal? Why aren't you acting like your usual pervy and crude self!?"
Rasmus blinked as he sent her an innocent stare with a raised brow, that only made the young socialite-champion blood boil tremendously from it alone. "Because...I don't want to be pervy or crude at the moment," Rasmus took out the popcorn as he poured it into the bowl that was on the table while the Champion of the Sinnoh region looked at him with an utterly befuddled expression on her face. "I got what I wanted. I've won our bet. And I got ya' with me for sole night doin' whatever I command. So havin' ya' in my home is a reward enough for th' like of litty of me. So in short and simple words. I am perfectly content on my reward~" He finished as he turned from her and walked back into the living room with the bowl of popcorn in hand, walking and popping a few popcorn in his mouth.
Cynthia was surprised at what he said as she honestly thought he would try something toward her when she came into his apartment. Part of her was greatly relieved by his rare show of noble and chivalrous nature instead of his lecherous and selfish nature…
...Yet a small but potent part of her felt...disappointed by it at the same time. It was incredibly irrational to feel this way. Did Rasmus look down at her so much due to her loss that he thought she wasn't worth lusting after when he won their bet, and she was under his control and power for the duration of the night?
That honestly quite...stung her pride in her own femininity and attractiveness. The blonde-haired woman had a deep frown on her face as she took in his word and she picked out the movie, a romantic dramedy movie and stuck it inside the player, letting the movie play as she sat on Rasmus couch.
The young blonde-haired woman glanced at Rasmus to see if he was trying to do something sneaky and underhanded to her. Yet, his eyes were only set on the movie and didn't give her single look at all. His eyes only hold interest in the movie and not on her. Her frown deepened as she watched the movie that she picked out with a conflicting, ambivalent look on her face. Is he...truly ignoring her? Is just going to ignore her and don't do anything unwarranted toward her for the whole night?
That was fine. Not like she wants his attention anyway. If he wants to ignore her for the whole night and waste his opportunity. Then be her guest as she can enjoy a nice and peaceful night without his unwanted comment and lascivious looks.
So, she tried to do the same thing and ignore him for the remainder of the night and focus on the playing movie and the opening scene. The scene was okay in her own personal opinion with decent actors and actresses that knew their crops and skills in acting.
And the movie itself was cliche and overused just like any other movie that she saw before in her own personal time. Cynthia thought the movie itself was dumb and not particuraly good nor bad just...average...But, she could not deny that she find guilty pleasure on watching these kind of movie.
The two people watched the movie in utter silence with the only kind of sound was Rasmus and Cynthia eating some popcorn. Cynthia eye was once more on Rasmus who's heterochromic eyes were on the movie with calm, relaxed air around him as he popped a few popcorn into his mouth and chewed on it before he swallowed it.
She deeply scowled at his casual behaviour. What's wrong with him? Acting so calm and casual with her and not acknowledging her presence at all or that fact he got himself a nice, gorgeous young woman next to him.
Cynthia was good-looking. She knew that she was a good-looking young woman and from all of the comments from her adoring fans (of both gender). From her perfect hourglass figure, to her blonde hair, her long shapely legs, bubble butt, and delectable 34E tits made her an easy ten out of ten. She knew that she was sexy and hot by anyone stands, and that any man or woman would be glad to even have a few seconds of her time.
And yet he didn't act or do anything to her.
The fair-haired beauty sat rigidly on the couch as her thoughts plagued her. Her fingers dug into the palms of her hands as she continued to fidget. Until, all the sudden Rasmus set his eyes on her. And she quickly stared at the screen of the tv pretending she wasn't paying attention to him.
In the corner of her eye, she saw him slowly lift his hand and reach toward her shoulder. Was he trying to do one of those cliche techniques when a boy wrapped around their arm on the girl's shoulder?
About time. He was actually giving her the attention that she felt she was entitle—
" 'Ey Cyn, The pizza is done? Do ya' want a slice of it?"
"Oh…" The tall, bewitching, blonde-haired woman blinked, before letting out a sigh. Her shoulders slumped downward as she negatively shook her head. "I am fine, but thank you."
He nodded his head along with a casual shrugged to his wide shoulder as he stood up from his couch and was about to get the pizza out of the oven…
"How long do I have to stay here with you?" Cynthia asked with a grumble.
She saw him pause for a moment as if he just heard her question and was thinking on how to answer it. And he then turned his head toward her and opened his mouth and said.
"Long as I say you have to," He replied in a calm yet assertive tone, asserting his dominance as he turned away from her and made his way to the kitchen to get the pizza.
Cynthia was certainly glad that he turned his attention to the kitchen as she did not want him to see her blushing face. Why did his tone make her feel such a profound sensation? She was no stranger to fliration and guy trying to be confident and assertive with her and knew how to handle those guys. Yet, he on the other hand did what the other guys tried so hard to do with her.
Made her blush like an innocent schoolgirl with a crush on her charming and handsome teacher who charmed her with his rustic charisma and charm and his impressive build and rough good-looks and his…
She shook her head. What is the name of Arceus wrong with her? She needs to control herself and try to endure the night with him...even when he is not trying to do anything to her at the moment…
Cynthia let out another sigh as she turned back to the tv, not really watching or paying attention to the movie. Just aimissely watching it as she slumped forward with a disgruntled look and a pout on her full, supple lips.
That's how it went for about an hour and half. Nothing but the boring normalcy of two people hanging out...and it was driving Cynthia mad from it. She kinda wishes that Rasmus would act like the crude, perverted fool with her right now then this. Yet he did nothing to her. Not even looking at her with lascivious intent.
Then she could rest easy that there was nothing with her looks which she knew was ten out of ten or even beyond that if she allowed her own vanity to sing for a moment. And everything can be normal.
However, he acted with not a perverted or crude manner. But in a...calm and nonchalant way that it just made her tad bit paranoid. There were few more close calls and even more false starts; Rasmus would brush his hand against her shoulder or almost touch her hand, and each time it made Cynthia feel brief moment of excitement from it and being treated like the gorgeous woman that she is, only to feel the crashing disappointment when nothing come out of it.
The movie had ended and the plate of pizza and bowl of popcorn was gone and finished. Cynthia sighed as she watched Rasmus got up from the couch and go to the bookcase to grab another movie for them to watch. He started to play the movie and moved back to the couch when he paused and stared at her and asked her something. "Are ya' a'light?"
Cynthia blinked at the question from the man who stared at her with a penetrating gaze, before she simply shrugged and replied. "I am fine, but thank you for asking."
He stared at her for a moment and replied. "Ya' uh, look stressed out from wha' I seein'?" He lifted a single brow in the air.
She was stressed out but she replied. "I am not stressed out. I'm just tired." Tired of his inaction and the normalcy but she did not speak of it out aloud out of pride and some other form of emotion that was mysterious and unknown to her in the moment.
"Are ya' cert—"
"I. Am. Fine," she replied with special emphasis on 'I am fine' as she glaring into dark eyes. He carelessly shrugged off her glaring and simply went to make another bowl of popcorn along with another heaping of pizza for them to munch on.
Soon the action movie played out and she wasn't looking at it as she let out another explosive sign out of her mouth. And she had to massaged her temples to ease the imminent headache that was coming in very soon.
Rasmus was right. She was getting stressed out. She was getting stressed for absolutely no reason. So she tried to watch the film and ignored anything else in the room...Until she felt something touch her shoulders again. She didn't react to it. It was probably just Rasmus trying to get her attention again.
Then she felt the hand squeeze her shoulder, and a firm thumb gently pressed into the back of her shoulder. Her eyes widened as the fingers dug into her skin, pressing into her muscles as she shuddered.
That actually felt...good…
"Do ya' want me to massage yer' shoulders?" The deep voice of Rasmus asked in a calm and casual tone.
Cynthia blinked at the question. It was not some kind of order. Rasmus had all of the power to make it an order. Yet, he asked for her permission to give her the massage that her body kind of needs right now...and Cynthia had to admit. It was sweet of him to ask for her permission when he could very well order it.
In fact, he could very well escalate things the moment she entered his home yet he did none of it but treat her in polite albeit aloof manner. For Cynthia, that meant maybe he wasn't such a crude guy…
"Are you competent enough to give a good enough massage?" she tried to pass it off as jest, trying to keep the atmosphere light and jovial. He only gave her a small nod of affirmation and jovial, confident smile which made her cheek burn red. She turned her head away from him so he would not see her flustered cheeks as she forced out a laugh to distract him. "Give it your best shot then."
"Gladly Cynth~," Rasmus replied with a low, soft, husky growl that sent a tremble sensation down her spine. "Can you lay on the couch so I can begun ya' massage"
She absentmindedly nodded her head as she did as he asked of her. She lay on the couch with her smooth back toward him. He got on her body. His big hands continued to massage her shoulders and her back with surprisingly skills and dexterous fingers, and Cynthia had to let out a long moan of relief as his rough knuckles dug deep against her back and pressed all of her stress points and relieved them at the procession.
Cynthia was no stranger when it came to body massaging. One of it is the perks of a famous Pokemon champion along with being a rich and influential socialite of her own. Yet, he outbeat all of her previous experience with massaging as she never felt so good and relieved in all of her life.
He was making her so much relaxed and at ease with his strong yet skillful ministration and manipulation of her nerves. Put her mind in a loose, mellowed and relaxed state.
" I am going to move to your arms now. CAn you sit up and hold out your arms for me." She obeyed him as she sat right up and held out her arms for him. raising them up. He squeezed her arms a bit, before bringing them back to her back. "Lower your arms." She obeyed. "Lean forward." She did. "Lean back now. I'm goin' to do your neck."
"Mhmm~" Cynthia closed her uncovered eye as she pleasurably moaned. His fingers were so incredibly good and skilled that she didn't notice the tv was on mute thanks to Rasmus. His big, rough hands were pressed against her slim neck with his fingers pressing against her delicate collarbone and his thumb was pressed against the nape of her neck. He was making her mind feel so numb with mind-melting sensations; she couldn't muster up any thoughts but how good his thick, rough fingers were good on her…
"Did ya' know that among the body. The neck is the most sensitive," he murmured into her ear as his fingers somewhat sensually traced her neck. "Especially right here." He dug his finger into a certain area of the neck, and almost like a button that was turned on. Her own conscious side of her mind was switched off almost near-instantaneous.
Her eyes rolled deep behind her closed eyelid as she let out deep, sultry yet throaty moans out of parted soft yet full pink lips. By Arceus' name. It was so mind-bogglingly good and she was ill-prepared for it that she let her guard down, and her whole body was now open for Rasmus to use and manipulate to his heart content. She did not realize it as one of his large, powerful hands went down to touch her covered perky, buxom chest.
He launched a skill if underhanded two-pong attack on her without her knowledge at all. His long, thick-muscly fingers dig into her heaving, ultra-sensitive breast, along with his fingers trace the edge of her erect nipple in a slow, calculating, and measured manner. Cynthia didn't notice what he was doing, only that she wanted more of it.
And he shall give it to her.
His hand went underneath her shirt and bypassed her bra that wore for the night. His powerful hand and strong fingers was now on her bare voluptuous torso, openly and expertly played with her breast and nipples with the tremendous sensation of pure, unadulterated pleasure ripple across her sexy, alluring, womanly figure.
He did it again. Toying with her large, perky and ultra-sensitive nipples as he pressed one of her many erogenous zone in her huge voluptuous tits and perky nipples.
"Cyn. Will you take off yer' shirt for me~?." Asked the towering, draconic beast of a man in a very soothingly calm yet incredibly ultra-confident tone.
Cynthia blinked and let out a small. "Oh?," her eyes dropped into a half-lidded state as she heard the casual order from him. For a moment, Rasmus was about to speak up in a more domineering and firmer tone, but he kept his tongue in check as he saw her nod her head and she uttered out in a soft and quiet voice. "Yes sir." The fair-skinned beauty mind was in a subtle yet potent state of compliance due to his slow yet powerful form of seduction and manipulation. She was almost his and she was fooled by his aloof disinterest toward her beauty and his casual treatment toward her which made her more susceptible toward his seduction.
It was one of his many techniques that he learned and further developed in his years of seducing women (and femboy-men). And he knew that the moment she let him touch her...he already went hook line and sinker with him.
The simple but opulent t-shirt was taken off, and Cynthia dropped it off to the side and onto the floor with aloof, casual indifference. Rasmus with a grin placed and grabbed with both of his hands held each of her gorgeous and magnificent breasts...and did a nice, small but firm squeeze against these firm, massive and ultra-sensitive melons of hers. Hearing the low, sultry, husky moan of the sophisticated and refined beauty that was the Pokémon Champion of the Sinnoh Region brought a wolfish yet bright smile on his face.
The Half-Daedra Dragonborn was now brimming with pride of his glorious success of the seduction of Cynthia who he had long since lust for and the perfect candidate of his harem. His hands were on her large breast which he measured to be around the lower end of the 32EE-cups measurements which was pleasing for him. He was a lover of all kinds of tits, small or huge otherwise and himself can expand their breast with his thu'um or magic…
...But now he wants to enjoy them in their natural state. He gives them a rough squeeze making the cool beauty moan again, before he pulls on the bra and lets Cynthia tits pop out. She gasped, only to moan again as he began to tug on and pinch her nipples.
"R-Rasmus, wh-wait, what is goin—" Her question was cut off ny the well-timed squeeze which made her let out a loud and lewd moan digging her finger into the cushions of the couch as Rasmus kissed the nape of her neck, his long, thick, serpentine tongue sensually trace the smooth, bare and naked skin of her sensitive, delicate neck.
"Ya' have to obey all of my commands no matter how absurd or ludicrous they are. Remember your words?" He released her breasts, only to put his hands on her bra and unsnap it, letting it drop down her body. He made a mental note to put her bra and panties into his private trophy room later on. He has been waiting far too long to get her underwear into his collection of his past conquests.
He pulled off the bra, tearing it off her body and tossing it to the side where he'll later on will grab and add to his collection. Now Cynthia was topless with nothing to cover her gorgeous pairs of huge milk-jugs, the large areolas and erect nipples. Now he can get to the good part with a ravenous grin; he continued on groping her tits along with the addition of his continuous act of licking, sucking, and kissing her neck as his hands played with her nice, sensitive breasts. He kneaded those boobs like he always dreamed of, treating them like dough as he groped and squeezed them.
Cynthia moans and whimpers as she lets the very dominant male do whatever he please and desire with her lascivious supermodel body to his lusty heart content. He switched from one nipple to another, tugging and twisting them and pressing against them making sure that she felt each sensation of her own nipples being so expertly played by his own burly, masterly fingers.
As he continued on to do this to her nice and sensitive nipples; his own pants became tight, and his growing bulge was felt by the Champion of the Sinnoh region who let out a small gasp of shock...and desire.
'I-It's that his cock…'
"Lay on yer' back right now." And Cynthia obeyed him, laying on her back with a blush on her normally calm and collected face. She watched him take off his clothes and toss them to the side without care where they land. And he soon enough tear off her own pants, aloof and uncaring about them, and she too doesn't care much about them as her growing yet potent primal lust was controlling her rational mind.
Soon enough for the two of them. They were down to their last remnant of their clothing; their underwear. Rasmus tight brief look like it could barely contain the immense voluptuous weight of his fat, immense cock and Cynthia own underwear look somewhat damp and moist with her own arousal from the look of it.
"Ya' have no clue how long I've been waitin' for th' moment to com'. You in my livin' room and on 'ya back waiting for me to claim ya' as my woman," His large and powerful hand went toward her breast making her gasp. "How I want to grab hold of these teats," his other large and powerful gone toward her long and shapely legs. "How I want to touch these gorgeous legs and your meaty thighs," He massaged her thighs, making her moan. "And to make ya' fat ass mine" Both of his hands grab each of her firm and thicc asscheeks making her whimper and bring up a proud, sultry smile on her blushing, naughty face.
She was so distracted and enamored by his lustful compliments toward her and her own sensuous pleasure. That she almost missed how he took off her pants and panties in one swift go and tost to the pile of clothes.
By the time she got her marbles somewhat together and realized what he had done to her pants and panties. Ramsus inserted his cock and her eyes widened in shock with a gasp of pure pleasure out of her lips. She was by far no blushing virgin whatsoever. As she did have few lovers in her time to stretch her itch once and while. But not one of them has the long, manly, girthy 20-inch and 3-inch wide cock that put a goodman horse and her past lovers to shame.
"Oh f-fuck~!" Cursed Cynthia. Her single, distinct grey eye nearly rolled back into the back of her skull. She was so full and stuffed to the fucking brimm that it took all of her willpower and self-control which was rapidly going down hill due to the sheer raw sensations of Rasmus beastly cock spreading her poor pootang so wide and hitting her so deep inside her that she could scarcely believe that she was able to take him and not faint from his cock brutishly entering her with no remorse or care how it was driven her mad with pleasure and lust.
Moaning like a depraved animal as she wiggle, squirm, and writhe under his large, robust and powerful frame as she could not do anything but take of the dominating beastly hunk of a man who shut her up by sealing her lips with a surprisingly soft, gentle and almost romantic kiss that juxtaposed his current brutish sexual action with her...which turn her her to the extreme as she felt her pussy simply yet potently orgasm from the gentle act of his kissing alone.
And he started to slowly pump his hips at a slow and steady pace. Not rushing it at first. But simply going at it in his slow and casual pace to make her soft, wet, near virginia-tight cunt feel every single veiny texture of his long, beastly, fat cock that was bumping against the entrance of her womb yet not entering it...yet. The scolding yet pleasing heat of his beautiful, magnificent cock was making her tall, slim yet busty and voluptuous figure burn up with the unadulterated passion, the pure pleasure, and the untamed lust and desire.
And now her bright, sharp mind was being consumed with all of the aforementioned sensations. All of her thoughts and brain power was smoldered up and can only think about the girthy cock of Rasmus Shadewalker who set up the entire trap and she was foolish enough to fall for it just the past women he had seduce before.
He was nothing but a bastard...a big, strong, clever and fairly handsome bastard with the long, virile horse-sized cock. Maybe he was not as bad as she or others has made him to be. If he can make her feel this much pleasure from their light act of fuckery...then she was glad that lost their bet to experience this kind of sex and to feel his enomorous cock.
Clap~! Clap~! Clap~! Clap~! Clap~! Clap~! Clap~! Clap~! Clap~!
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, O~H" Moaned out Cynthia as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh were heard in the room and echo around them as she wrap her slim arms on his thick neck and wrapped her long legs on his powerful, muscular hips wanting him deeper inside her wiggling, orgasming cunt. Her pussy walls was squeezing around his 20-inch fat and 3-inch wide beastly cock.
"Hot fuckin' damn! You' got a fuckin' tight cunt do'ya bitch!" Rasmus snarled out as he picked up the pace of his initial slow, gentle thrusting to that of a more deeper, rougher and forceful thrusting that was more of his game and level. "If I didn't know' any bett'r I'd say that' ya' was a damn virgin from how tight ya' are!"
The couch underneath creaked and bounce against the wall from the sheer force of towering draconic-cambion deeper and faster fucking. He leaned down to her neck and possessively kissed it until he left a single yet prominent love bite on her slim neck; an absolute sign of his primal ownership and dominance over the beautiful blonde champion. She was now his and no men or women on this earth or beyond would take his woman from him.
His large, rough, muscular fingers digging into her skin as he pump his hips deeper and faster into her making the blonde champion scream out in pleasure as she scratch his back with her nails and bite onto his right, large and strong shoulder leaving a bite mark and deep scratch marks that quickly healed up and he didn't notice it in the first place; far busy making the busty blonde woman scream in pleasure then her minor injuries on his immortal frame.
This was beyond anything that Cynthia ever felt when it come to sex. All the common and uncommon feeling that she felt during sex was more potent and powerful than her previous encounter with sex. Was he some kind of primordial god of sexuality and pleasure (~...In a certain way he was...~) that come down to the earthly plane to give her silver of the godly, divine sex that mere mortal couldn't nor cannot comphred it.
He kissed her lips again. This kiss was different from the soft and romantic-esque kiss that he first gave her. It was rough and dominant with a lot of tongue twisted and wrapping one tongue to another, with him utterly dominating her with his long, thick prehensile and fork tongue with his saliva seem to act some kind of additive and potent aphrodisiac drug as she drink more of his saliva with a moan.
He pulled away from her moan with a big ravenous grin on his face as he gazed at her dazed, flustered, pleasure-filled face as the Champion of the Sinnoh region spoken up in a drunken, sultry tone.
"R-Rasmis, I-I'm cumming so fucking hard again," she moaned.
And the draconic-cambion responds to that grab hold of her neck, lightly choke her and to menacingly growled out. "You'll and shall call me Master!"
Being choked by his big strong hands, and the sharp, harsh, domineering tone. Demanding to be called Master by him. It sent her over the dark and forbearance edge of no-return. Cynthia came into his thick, hard arms, riding his wonderful powerful dick, and she came hard. Her body convulsed and Rasmus could feel her cunt orgasming and tighten up even more than the previous one. Like a wild beast, she bucked and thrashed, all because he made her cum on his girthy,veiny dick.
Her tongue fell out of her mouth, hanging over her lip as Rasmus kept on choking her in light but firm grip that made breathing fairly difficult, yet it only made her orgasm messily onto the couch and on his hairy groin area. He kept on casually but forcefully pounding her wet, tight cunt so deep and hard into her over and over again. His long, sticky, thick-serpentine tongue catch her touch and lick the tongue with his aphrodisiac covered tongue. This made the buxom, blonde bombshell moaned lustfully as his cock and his thick precum fill her entire pussy, the messy and wet sloshing sounds filling the air.
He broke the tongue-worship kiss as he glared deep into her eyes. Her vision was getting bit bleary due to the sex and oxygen deprivation from the furious pounding she wasgetting, but she still saw his unmistakable face.
"I own you, slut. You're gonna be obeying my every command forever! Got it?!" The very guttural-deep voice of Rasmus states out in a dark, no-nonsense tone.
"Hmgh!" He nodded her head for him. Using her neck to make it so as their love juices were soaking the couch.
"I am going to fill you with me cum! I am and will never going to pull it out you damn stupid slut!," moaned the Shadewalker, his dick throb painfully yet pleasurable inside of her battered fucked cunt that numblessly kept on cumming over and over again making her mind delirious with uncontrollable lust. "Tell where you fuckin want it!" He pulled his cock out, letting the wet, glistening tower of masculine fuckmeat stand erect on his body.
Cynthia gasped, before letting out an adorable whine. She felt so empty without his cock inside her, and now seeing the massive and frankly intimidating thing in person. She wanted nothing more than to have it again inside her. "P-put it back!" she begged him, reaching out to touch his large, beefy 20-inch and 3-inch wide cock.
Rasmus allowed her this mercy. And she gently stroked the length of his big monster-size cock with her smooth hand. Feeling the rugged and veiny texture of his herculean, magnificent fuckpillar. Feeling how it throb and pulse in her own hand making her wetter than a broken damn; she doesn't even care about getting her hand dirty with her own pussy-love juice.
"Master...Please put it back in me~" she moaned out a pathetic yet cute plea to him with a needy look and pink heart in her beautiful, striking grey eyes.
He smiled. This smile was a cruel, dark and very sadistic one. "Say it." He asked her in a soothing and calm but dark and dominating tone. He casually smacked her hand from his glorious member with the same soft, dark smile that graced his lips.
She blinked, her face turned red with embarrassment and need. Her eyes bounce down to his member and how it throbs with need of pounding her nice and senseless. And up to his darkly smiling face.
'Fuck it...I need it...I needhis bif, fat, veiny cock in me…' Thought Cynthia with sheer desperation in her thoughts. "I want it…," she mewled pitfully to him as her hand fell to her huge sensitive tits, and she began to grope them.
"...I want your big, fat cock in me. I want to be your dirty, slutty bitch..." He frowned momentarily and she pitfully whimpered at the sight of him frowning at her…she doesn't like it one bit. And there was one way to fix that minor problem...
"...Master please! Master I need your big cock in me. I want yout thick cum in me!" That was what he wanted to hear from his slut. The sheer submission and obedience in her soft, simpering tone. But he wants to put more of the sexual sadism and to stake down her pleasure by denying her orgasms that were drugs to her.
He let go of her neck and drop his hand down to her red, slightly gaping cunt with his burly fingers lazily yet quickly fingered the inside of her battered, red poontang with a slight bit of magick to enhance yet deny her the pleasure of the orgasm with a naughty and cruel smirk of his. "How far are you willing to go for my cock? If I order you to bring one of your lady friends to my apartment so I can fuck her? Would you do it in a heartbeat for me?
"Yes! I'll bring one of my friends to you and let them get fucked silly by you for your big, fat cock!" Answered Cynthia without a single shed of hesitance in her. She would give all of her female friends to him so she can get more of his thick member inside her and experience the pure nirvana of her orgasms that left her aching more almost akin to an high-strung and addled drug addict.
"Tell me Cyn~? Who is the first to be broken and turn into slut by me?" As he pressed her G-spot that would have made her come immediately but once again was denied due to his dark, cruel spell that he had cast upon her to prevent it from happening.
"H-Hilda. I will give you Hilda. I-I'll give you that fat-bottom slut for you as long as you give me more of your fat cock and delicious cum in m~e" She voices out to him in a tone full of desperate hunger.
Rasmus lets a dark, rumbling bark-like laugh out of his mouth at her answer. She was now officially his slut and he couldn't be happier about it as he leaned down and kissed her deep and strong like making the tall, curvaceous and statuesque blonde mew out in pure, pleasure and sheer joy.
Overwhelmed by their impromptu make-out session, she misses him aiming his burly fuckpillar into her dripping wet snatch until he suddenly thrust all of his big, fat, manly cock into her cunt one more. "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!" Screeched out Cynthia who mind was completely and utterly broke from the sheer explosive force of the immensely powerful orgasms along with the deep, rapid pounding of Rasmus who waste no time on fucking her and make her orgasms mindlessly without a single care in the world.
Clap! Phlap! Clap! Phlap! Clap! Phlap! Clap! Phlap! Clap! Phlap! Clap! Phlap! Clap! Phlap! Clap! Phlap! Clap! Phlap! Clap! Phlap! Clap! Phlap! Clap! Phlap! Clap! Phlap! Clap! Phlap!
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, OH ARCEUS FUCKING SAKE YES!" Screamed the blonde bombshell. Her legs unconsciously wrapped and tightened around his hips to keep his long, thick, masculine cock that was making a deep and utter mess of her wet, tight love tunnel. Rasmus shut her screaming up by simply kissing her soft yet deep and forceful yet gentle manner in the lips as he pump his hips into in a strong, machine-like force with the sharp, masterful precision that was precised on hitting her pleasure spots over and over again: making her orgasm with strong, explosive force that left her seeing stars
In a few intense, pleasurable minutes of their rough lovemaking. He was good on his word as he came in her; painting the inside and filling her pussy walls and womb with his hot, white semeninal jizz. She welcome it with open arms and milking pussy and womb cumming again on his cock as her arms around around his body,squeezing him, nails digging into his skin. She came on his cock, her mind as fucked as her body as she felt a kind of ecstasy she had never before imagined.
This was the kind of pleasure that broke mature slut like Cynthia who dealt with mere men and their weak show of sexuality and masculinity; but not a man no a sexual conqueror and a ravenous beast like Rasmus who was in his own level and category in terms of raw male sexuality and unadulterated masculinity.
It was awful yet so amazingly addicting to her. That she was certain she was addicted to him, his cock, the sex and his thick creamy cum...and she couldn't find the strength or the care about her inevitable submission and addiction with him and his burly cock and the divinely milk he was oozing into her mewling womb-pussy.
She was completely broken by the raw passion and the sex that experienced with him. She still could feel his massive, hard-as-rock cock that acted like a cork for the dense cum in her womb. Even some of it seep out of the edge of her brutally and well-fucked pussy.
Rasmus could sense it. How he utterly broke her mind and the new thoughts that formed within her shattered-sluttifed mind with one common them to them; to serve her new master and bring all of women that she knew in her life for him to sexually break and him expertly reforge into being a bunch of dirty, cock-hungry slut for him.
Rasmus lips curled up into a darkly wolfish grin as he flipped her over. Her face was on the soft couch cushions and her large, thick and round bubble butt up in the air.
"There's one hole that need a good, long pounding~"
Cynthia shuddered in pleasure at the dominating tone and the words of her Master who aimed his cock into her tight viriginal butthole where none of those feeble men ever once tried to do it with her before.
"T-Then...pound my slutty, virgin asshole it away Master…"
The Half-Daedric-Dragonborn heart and soul was filled with triumphant joy. He was going to enjoy her, and he was going to pound her for the rest of the night until dawn had come for the two. He quickly insert his cock into her tight asshole while muttering a spell that clean the inside of her ass and to make it loose enough for him to safely fuck her without causing serious damnage in her rectal area and proceed to fuck it with reckless adandonment. As the aggressively uber-dominant male makes his sluts scream out his name in euphoric rapture. He thought about the many women that Cynthia knew along with him encountering in his own journey but didn't seduce him to having major business that take up his own time.
And that fat-bottom beauty wasn't the only woman he was interested in. Not by a long shot as he thought of others he long since lust for and wanted to add in his collection of harem. And if he played his cards right and did little manipulation behind the background and with the helpful hand of Cynthia...she'll not be going to be last...not by a long shot...
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