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The Lost Tower of Flame	By : Nightstrider Category: +A through F > Dark Souls (series) > Dark Souls (series) Views: 9042 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Souls 2 or anything related to it. I do not make any money from doing this and I only write for the amusement of my readers and myself.

Chapter List
- 1-The Lost Tower of Flame
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A/N: This is my take on what happens in the area from the popular game Dark Souls 2 called "Heide's Tower of Flame". Our main character is basically how my first female character looked, in my mind at least. The enemy numbers are diminished drastically, their strength is increased to balance it out. The bosses of the area are far stronger than in the game and I doubt anyone could actually have beaten them. As always, have fun reading.
The Lost Tower of Flame
The sun was slowly sinking in the horizon. It always seemed to be there, always casting the last rays of light, while constantly bathing the surrounding scenery with its majestic hues of orange and yellow. The area consisted of a once pristine castle, that had slowly started crumbling as time passed by. The walkways that were once brilliantly floating in the air with a natural array of support struts, were now ruined and looked as if it could fall apart at any time. The grey stone bricks were misplaced, some were diagonally pointed, while others held their shape, showing how the walkway once looked. At the left side, there was a single guardrail, although once it reached the point where the path had begun falling apart, it seemed to fall apart with it, leaving nothing but crumbled bricks in its wake.
Along the end of the bridge, a small circular arena still stood, with proud warrior statues standing on each side. Both statues wore heavy looking armor, along with broad swords pointed at the ground, coming to a rest between their feet. Along the tiled floor, there was a symbol, which had become unreadable as time moved on. All around the edges of the arena, the bricks and tiles had started bending downwards, while at other places, they had fallen off completely, leaving the area with a feeling of ruin. As if the once proud area had been the home to a great catalytic war between the knights of old, the Heide Knights, and some powerful force.
As the sun kept casting its rainbow colored hues, a young woman walked along the ruined pathways of Heide's Tower, as she had been told it was called, looking at the crumbled pieces, while also watching her feet so the risk of falling would not appear. The young woman walked around in a black leather tunic along with black leather pants and boots, at her hips, two swords were holstered as well as a long sword that was strapped to her back. The woman's hair flowed down in a sleek pony tail that was tied in many intricate braids which ended up coming to a rest at her lower-back. Her face was soft, with high cheek-bones and a thin nose, whilst her lips were full, yet small at the same time. Her eyes reflected some of the sun's dying rays, nearly shining in a golden color.
As she moved on, the blonde woman strode past the fallen guardrail while making her way down to the circular arena. At the other side of the ring, she saw another set of stairs that led up to a raised walkway, which didn't seem to have taken any damage as time passed, as well as leading to another set of stairs. While on her right side, she saw a set of stair that seemed to be built into the rock itself, leading down to a faint glow.
The second her eyes settled at the path leading down, a warm feeling coursed through her body, going from her head, down her neck and straight down the middle of her bosom, until it settled in the pit of her stomach. A feeling so warm that it heated up her skin in ways that the dying sun could never accomplish.
As her legs began walking towards the stairwell, her mind shifted to what could be down there, something strong enough to pull her along, as if her body knew by instinct that she needed it. As she rounded the corner, the blonde swordsman came to a halt at what she saw. In the middle of the small space, there was a pile of cinders floating up from a bonfire of sorts, except that in the middle of the bonfire, there was a charred sword sticking up with the edge down and the hilt up. All of which were charred.
Feeling some unknown invisible force pull her closer and closer to the bonfire, she couldn't help herself any longer, going at a slow paced walk towards it. As the blonde reached the small bonfire, she sat down cross legged in front of it and put her hands towards the flame as a gesture, trying to heat herself up a bit.
The second she did so however, made the bonfire shoot up cinders around the base of the sword and immediately shine much brighter, lighting up the entire area around her. The cold stone under her seemed to heat up, the walls that had crumbled with time seemed to shine as if they were newly built, even the sun whose rays were shining at her from its steadfast position in the horizon, seemed to illuminate and heat up her surroundings so much more.
What was once a tame stone brick castle, or the remnants of it, now seemed to be ablaze, everywhere the blonde looked from her position, facing the sun itself, she could truly see the area of which she now sat in. Off in the distance there was a magnificent castle of sorts, maybe a cathedral, that were at the pinnacle of magnificence, even after all the years it had stood there. To her direct left, there was a beautiful tower with a winding staircase going along the outside of it. The inside of the room was decorated with runes going along the outer circles of the otherwise spherical room. The windows, although like everywhere else, were open, giving her a perfect view of what was inside, even to the other side where yet again windows were visible.
As the blonde kept looking around with sheer awe on her expression, she failed to notice one stray cinder from the bonfire fly towards her and settle on top of her groin, before being absorbed inside the material. At first, the effect was minimal, but after some time had passed, the blonde started panting and groaning slightly. As she kept panting, the blonde fell onto her back with her legs spread wide, at least as far as her tight pants allowed, while starting to move her hands lower.
After a whole minute, the blonde's left hand had come to a rest on her left breast, a modest C-cup, whilst her right hand had delved lower, gently cupping her aching groin. The second her hands began kneading and rubbing, her panting intensified to the point where her tongue hang shamelessly out the side of her mouth. Feeling her thighs heat up more and more, the blonde began heaving for breath as her groans were swiftly exchanged with loud moans of sheer ecstasy as the hand rubbing her aching muff increased its pace.
As time passed on and more cinders flew skyward, the moaning woman was arching her back, while screaming out her pleasure as she reached her first climax on this new world she was in. Her left hand pinched her left nipple through her leather tunic, while her right hand had pressed some of the black leather around her groin, into her quivering muff setting off her orgasm.
As time flew by, the swordsman lay on her back heaving for breath, while she felt her juices flow down her thighs and gather around her feet, some of it even reached the bonfire itself, causing a small violent flame to blast out in a small radius around its center.
Finally being able to catch her breath, the blonde woman rose to her feet, wobbling around a bit as she did so, before slowly making her way up the stairs leading back to the crumbled pathway. As she tried moving away, her eyes seemed to linger on the bonfire, not really wanting to leave its warm presence. Forcing her eyes away, the blonde moved on, nearly forcing her entire body to obey her orders, never truly giving up the warmth of the beautiful bonfire.
As her eyes strayed up her new path, she quickly saw the crumbling path hovering in the air. Yet again, at the far end of her new path, there was a circular arena, this one however, was accompanied by a huge metal warrior. Hadn't she known better, the thing would have been alive, but she knew better...
As the blonde made her way towards the arena a loud noise signaling something breaking was heard. Without giving it a second thought, she started running down the path, not bothering to look behind her, for as she made her way over, part of the path in front of her crumbled away, falling to the ocean below with a mighty splash.

Putting every ounce of strength she had into it, the swordsman set off in a dead-run, giving everything she had into running as if her life depended on it, which it actually did. When she reached the edge of the now crumbled path, she beat her feet into the ground one last time, before jumping over the large gap, flailing her arms a bit as she did so. As her body moved through the air, she knew her only option instantly. As if on cue, her arms grabbed onto the ledge while her feet slammed into the hard stone wall beneath her. Letting out a scream of pain, the blonde gripped the edge firmly before yanking herself onto the ledge, before rolling further onto the platform as the place she had gripped crumbled away along with the rest of the platform.
"I guess there's only one way to go now..." She grumbled, trying to get on her feet while a small ache settled in her ankles. "Guess I won't be doing that any time soon... Or any heavy dodging for that sake."
Taking a moment to look around her new surroundings, the first thing that caught her attention was the massive figure standing before her with a massive sword in its hands. The thing looked like a very antique knight, or an old one anyway, although she was sure that with a sword being bigger than himself, that the old knight could easily kill her.
As the blonde fell into a lower, more defensive stance, she pulled out the two swords at her hips, both being long swords, and tested her foot against the ground, checking how much she could use her damaged ankles. Finding them to be usable, she gave the massive knight a slight bow of her head, thanking it for not attacking right off the bat.
Getting a small incline of its head in return, the two warriors started slowly circling around each other for several moments, before the old knight made the first move by swinging its massive greatsword in a horizontal slash, while the blonde moved her chest backwards trying to avoid the brunt of the hit, but still having the old knight hit the left shoulder strap of the blonde's black leather tunic, ripping away every ounce of material on her left shoulder, leaving it heavily exposed.
Quickly seeing an opening to the old knights defense, the blonde went in for a few vertical slashes with her swords, barely denting the old knight's chest-piece. Moving away to see how the stone knight would react, she was pleasantly surprised to see her attacks having slightly staggered it.
Not one to being outdone, the old knight started slashing vertically twice by then following up with an over-head slash aimed to split the blonde in two.
Quickly dodging to the side, she barely evaded the attack, but still she lost part of her left pants, leaving most of her left leg and thigh exposed. Closing in quickly, the blonde went off in an extreme combo of twelve slashes and strikes, going around the knight while doing so, hitting him twice in his legs, four times in his chest, while the remaining six strikes were dealt along his back and legs.
As the final strike of the combo was dealt, the old knight fell onto its left knee with the greatsword resting in the ground for support. With its head still bowed, the knight smashed its sword into the ground before rising to its feet, slowly turning around to face the skilled blonde. Slowly looking her up and down, from her exposed shoulder to her exposed thigh, the old knight slowly made his way over to one of the exits to the room, a long and wide pathway that led to another set of stairs. Looking down the pathway, the old knight raised its massive armored arm and pointed town the stairwell, signaling that the swordsman had gained passage to go further.
Not wanting to waste anymore time, the blonde swordsman quickly made her way over to the widened path, before looking back towards the large dome where she had fought the old knight. However, as her eyes turned to find the old knight, there was no one there, just another empty room with a closed gate in the opposite side of where she left.
Shrugging it off as another unanswered mystery, the blonde took another look around herself. This time, she was on a raised walkway right next to the beautiful tower she saw earlier. The platform beneath her was like the rest of this area, crumbled yet still functional. As her legs carried her the short distance between her and the gate leading into the next dome, she got the sneaking feeling someone was waiting for her behind the thick wall of fog that seemed to obscure her view of the room, it hadn't been in front of any other window or opening, it was just in front of the one connected to the walkway.
As she stood before the fog wall, the blonde took another deep breath, while un-strapping the swords at her hips. Both of which seemed ready to fall apart at any given moment. Taking one final deep breath of air, she made her way towards the fog wall, before reaching out her hand and passing right through it.
What awaited her on the other side however, was not something she was expecting. The second she passed through the fog wall and got her sight to work, what stood before her sent a powerful wave of lust straight through her body.
What stood before her was a heavily armored knight, except compared to the old knight she fought earlier, this one stood in shining armor that covered his entire body and head, as well as wielding both a large shield in his left hand with a very long halberd in his right. The knight was easily three feet taller than her with a build that reminded her of the Dragonriders she had heard stories about. The Dragonrider who stood before her looked about ready to pierce her with his halberd, but still gave a slight nod of acknowledgement before taking a step back, giving him a steadfast position in the middle of the room.
Gulping audibly, the blonde bowed her head slightly before rushing head first against the knight and to her immense satisfaction, he didn't make a move to dodge or block. Instead, the dragonrider simply stood there, planning to take the hit. As the blonde was a few feet away from her adversary, she swung both her swords in a diagonal pattern aiming to slash the dragonrider's armor, however, once the blades connected to his armor, they simply broke in several places, the shards of her once wieldable blades falling all over the floor, instantly wiping a smug look off of the blonde swordsman.
Seeing the sharpened fragments of both her swords snap off and fly across the room, the blonde quickly sidestepped until she was as far away from the dragonrider as she was permitted. Taking a look at both her blades, the blonde shrugged before throwing them aside, reaching for the bastard sword she had strapped to her back. Before her hands could even grasp its hilt, the dragonrider had rushed towards her with such a speed that there was no way for the blonde to dodge as his shield slammed into her stomach, nearly knocking her unconscious with that single bash.
As the blonde wheezed on the ground, gripping her stomach with both hands trying to quell the burning pain, she failed to notice the dragonrider putting his greatshield onto his back and pull back his halberd, readying himself for a charging attack.
Upon hearing a slight sound from the dragonrider's armored boots moving, the blonde could only rise up onto her knees before her chest was pierced by the massive halberd. As the thin spike at the top of the halberd went through her chest and out her back, she started coughing up small amounts of blood mixed with her own salvia.
As she was lifted high above the ground, she felt the dragonrider grip the hem of her pants before yanking it down her legs and throwing it out the nearest window. As her eyes started to fade, the blonde barely noticed her body being thrown onto the middle platform of the arena, with the halberd being ripped out of her maimed chest, before her black leather tunic was taken from her just as her pants had been, leaving her in a lacy black bra with some white along the edges, as well as a black thong that was barely covering her soaked pussy.
As her mind went completely blank from the numbing pain, an image of the kindled bonfire appeared in her mind, the image of her sitting there, peacefully fingering herself, cumming all over the bonfire...
And so, she lost consciousness.

The blonde woke up next to the bonfire. The same bonfire that she had seen in her mind before fainting. Taking a quick look around, the blonde noticed two things, first of all, the wound that was caused by the dragonrider's halberd was gone and so was the pain, the second thing she realized, was that she was still sitting in her undergarments, all that remained of her armor seemed to be the black leather boots that almost reached all the way up to her knees.
As time moved on, she weighed her options, either go back to Majula or keep pushing on towards the big cathedral she could see in the opposite direction of the dragonrider's spire. Easily deciding that she didn't want to live with the embarrassment of having to walk through Majula almost naked, the blonde swordsman decided to head over to the cathedral.
Rising up onto her feet, her hands instantly darted to her hips, but to her immense dread, her two long swords weren't there anymore, slowly moving her hands upwards onto her back, she was met with the feel of a cold steel blade, signaling that she still possessed her bastard sword. As she slowly made her way up the staircase leading her away from the bonfire, she looked back once more being slightly puzzled by the lack of pressure from the bonfire, shrugging it off as another mystery, she made her way up the two stairs from before, standing in near shock at seeing the repaired walkway she had to run across the last time.
Puzzled as she was, the blonde took a careful step forward, flinching back as she expected the walkway to crumble at her feet again, which it didn't. Letting out a sigh of relief, the blonde slowly made her way across the bridge, shuddering every few steps as a cold gust of wind raked across her almost-naked body. By the time she had walked over, her nipples were like pebbles while her clit was aching for some attention, her thong was completely drenched from her own juices to the point where it wouldn't make much difference to go without it, although she wouldn't, she out-right denied to walk naked where someone might see her.
As she planted her feet firmly to the ground beneath her, the blonde took several deep breaths which ended with low groans as the gust of wind refused to back away. Shaking her head in annoyance, the blonde walked to the center of the room before looking to both sides. The path she had taken earlier, the one leading to the dragonrider, was now sealed off by a heavy set of iron bars which contrasted to the stone structure around it. While the path to her left, the one leading to the cathedral, was now wide open and un-guarded.
Wearing a puzzled expression on her visage, the blonde swiftly made her way towards the left path, not giving it a second thought as she began a slight jog. The area right outside the gate looked exactly the same as on the other side, except on this side there were two sets of stairs, one leading up to the cathedral and one leading down to the left side.
As she walked towards the stairs leading up, she noticed that the ones leading down ended midway as the stairs themselves had crumbled away with the passing of time. Shaking her head, the blonde swordsman continued her slight jog, reaching a square plateau with a bridge looking as good as new that headed for another circular plateau. The second she reached the first of the two arena's however, she noticed two things, the first being a drawbridge that was raised, meaning she had nowhere to go, the second one being a man standing around with a dark aura around him.
The man stood bare-chested and bare-handed with no sort of weapon near him. The few articles of clothing he wore consisted of a pair of black leather pants, similar to the ones she used to own, black leather shoes whose tips were coated in metal, along with a steel helmet with an old design similar to the knights of old.
The second she reached the plateau he was on, the man turned around giving an almost startled noise to her approach. She could easily see him check her out which brought forth a powerful blush on her otherwise beautiful features. As she self-consciously tried blocking his ogling with her hands, she was surprised as the man was in front of her, holding her wrists tightly, within a matter of seconds.
At first he did nothing, he simply held her wrists apart, but after what felt like an embarrassing eternity to her, the nameless man held both her hands above her head with one hand, while his other started roughly kneading her breasts, elicting sharp moans and groans to escape her once-puckered lips. As the seconds flew by, the man seemed to grow bored with her covered breasts, and so he reached behind her back, quickly un-clasping her bra while tossing it over the edge of the guardrails.
Before she could even voice her complaints, her nameless assailant had her pushed over one of the guardrails, now holding her hands behind her back, while slowly sliding her damp thong off of her aching cunt.
Biting back a whimper as the once calming gust of wind was now relentlessly teasing her dripping pussy, the blonde tried looking back to ask for mercy, but all that escaped her gaping mouth was a slight yelp as her eyes feasted on the very large bulge in the man's tight leather pants.
Seeing the blonde's mouth agape, the shirtless man slowly eased his pants down to his thighs, releasing his throbbing cock and rubbing its head against the blonde woman's weeping slit. As he kept teasing the blonde by rubbing along her muff, his near boundless patience started to slowly falter as his own need for release came to mind.
As he held the blonde's arms behind her back, he placed his right hand on top of the blonde's waist before roughly shoving half of his cock into the wet depths before him. The second his cock entered the blonde's cunt, she threw her head back and wailed in pleasure, arching her back as well as lifting her head up high, showing off her slightly bruised breasts after she was manhandled earlier.
As half of the man's cock had entered her, the blonde felt her pussy being completely stuffed, more so than she thought she could handle. For a woman her age, she was considered 'petite' so getting at least six inches rammed into her tight underused pussy felt like getting a mountain squeezed into a keyhole. As she kept screaming in sheer ecstasy, the man behind her had started rocking his cock back and forth, pulling back one inch and then pushing two inches in, he was slowly driving her slightly perverted mind absolutely insane with pleasure.
When her assailant had bottomed out in her, she could feel her stomach bulging slightly, her womb had been entered around the tenth or eleventh inch and she didn't give a damn anymore. It was so good! Being so stuffed with cock felt so good to her. For every time the shirtless man pulled out of her womb, she came. For every time he re-entered her womb, she came. When he pulled out until only the head remained, oh how she came.
By now, the man behind her was sweating and panting slightly, his already huge cock was throbbing hard inside of the blonde's cunt, while the blonde herself was half-ways unconscious with a heavy stream of liquid running out of her pussy lips and down her thighs, mixing with the already huge puddle underneath her feet.
Hearing the man grunt once more made the blonde very aware of where he was currently stationed, his cock head was nestled deep within her aching womb, some semblance of fear had entered her mind as she wondered how much he would cum.
She didn't get much more time however, as the man pulled out of her needy pussy completely before slamming himself balls deep into his personal fuck-toy, setting himself off with a loud groan.
The blonde's eyes widened as she felt the first gush of cum exit through his cock and paint the inside of her womb completely white, and so came the second gush, completely filling her womb to the point that it started blasting out of her abused cunny, painting her thighs completely white.
Just before the third gush of cum would come, the shirtless man pulled out of the blonde while at the same time dropping her on her ass in the middle of her own little cum-puddle. The third heavy gush of cum hit the blonde right over her chest, near instantly covering the blonde's breasts with his thick load. Just as she thought he was done, the man roughly grabbed her by the hair, and as she opened her mouth to yelp in pain, he shoved his engorged cock down her throat, forcing her to swallow the last of his huge load. Her mouth was filled in seconds, forcing her to either swallow or drown.
Choosing the first of the two, the blonde started swallowing down heavy globs of cum, every time she swallowed some down, there was always another batch to replace the last. The chin was covered in cum as well, as some of the cum she didn't manage to swallow started dripping down her chin and come to rest just above her leaking pussy. By the time she was done swallowing all the milk she was given, she was reduced from a proud swordsman, to a quivering cum-covered whore just wanting more and more from her donor. And so, yet again, she lost consciousness, completely covered in thick cum.
Slowly opening her eyes, the blonde nearly expected to wake up next to the bonfire, being all clean. However, she woke up right where the man had left her, except there was no such person in sight. She was the only person nearby, and even though she was sitting in her own juices while being covered in cum as well as having a pussy that was leaking cum, she rose onto her feet, grabbing onto the guardrails for support as her legs gave way under her.
As she stood up, the blonde started scooping up the cum around her body, and after a short debate, she put her fingers into her mouth and started sucking the thick liquid off of her fingers. And as time passed, she continued cleaning her entire body, slowly scooping up cum and swallowing it all down, until even her pussy had stopped leaking.
As she looked around once more, the bridge that was once raised, now lay down from the cathedral, creating a pathway for her to cross. As she started slowly walking, the blonde noticed that her legs had become really weak to the point that she could barely walk straight. Deciding that once she reached the cathedral she could rest properly, the blonde walked up the wooden drawbridge with the fading sun at her back.
The second the blonde came up to the cathedral itself, the first thing she truly noticed was that it didn't look damaged by the passage of time like the rest of the area had. Everywhere she had looked, she only found ruins, but here, she was met by a truly stunning cathedral. What really threw her off however, was the fog wall in front of the doorway.
Biting back the memories that now flooded her mind when she approached the dragonrider, she now stood before a massive fog wall blocking her entrance to the building itself.

"Maybe there's a reason it hasn't taken any damage..." The blonde muttered biting her lip slightly. She had faced the old knight earlier with no hesitation, but now... It was almost like she could feel the presence radiating from within.

Deciding to tough it out, the blonde took another shaking step forward, before lifting her hand and passing through the ominous fog wall.
The sight before her was far more breathtaking than the last time she walked through a wall of fog. This time she was expecting a powerful foe, but nothing could prepare her for this.
The foe that stood before her, with his head raised high towards the ceiling and his weapon, a very long spear, pointed downwards. His armor looked both like a dragon as well as a kind of samurai. His chest plate was slightly ragged, as was the rest of his armor, most of the pieces had spikes along the edges, the shoulders were spiky along the trims while his 'pants' were loose fitting with armor plates running along the sides but not the front or back. His helmet was shaped to fit along his face, but still reveal a small part of his face, mostly his mouth and nose, with sharp dragon-like openings for his eyes. From the back of the helmet, there was a red mane hanging from the top. However, what was the most breathtaking, was the dark-purple and dark-blue aura that seemed to radiate from within his mask and all around his body.
As the blonde took a small step forward as well as letting out the tiniest of gasps, the knight, the Dragonslayer, turned around to face her, letting the blonde feel the full force of his aura. To her, it felt like the gravity itself had increased, but to him, it didn't seem to have any visible effect.
The dragonslayer's eyes did not linger on any direct part of her, it was as if he looked deep within her, grasping at her very soul even. Without even thinking about it, the blonde hardened her resolve and reached up to grip her bastard sword. In opposition to the dragonrider, the dragonslayer didn't seem to mind the gesture, all he did was raise his spear and swing it diagonally in front of him.
As the blonde had grabbed her last sword, she shifted her stance, spreading her legs slightly before blushing furiously and trying to cover herself up.
The second she did however, she was greeted by a spear resting against her throat. Blinking hard several times, she could hardly believe it. The dragonslayer had crossed the room in an instant, if he wanted to, then she was sure that he could kill her faster.
As the blonde kept blinking hard, stunned fear visible in her golden eyes, the old dragonslayer slowly draped his spear down her body, before pulling it away as well as turning around to walk back to his position in the far end of the room.
Slowly, the blonde gripped her sword with both hands, before yet again lowering her stance, this time however, she didn't try to cover herself up, leaving both her breasts and her dripping muff on full display.
With both warriors giving a bow of acknowledgement, they both raced down the hall, meeting in the middle with the dragonslayer blocking her attack with his spear alone, and with the blonde using both hands to try and break his stance.
Taking a quick step back, the blonde waited for the dragonslayer to make the next move, which he did by swinging his spear in a horizontal way twice, before jumping several feet back, dodging the swing that would have hit his thigh.
The blonde charged straight ahead, wielding her bastard sword with one hand, while strafing her other hand to the left. Spinning around quickly, the blonde delivered a crushing strike to her adversary's right shoulder, which ended up being blocked by his spear, what the dragonslayer couldn't stop however, was the flame orb that the blonde swordsman hurled at him.
The flame orb exploded on contact, sending several large flames dancing down the old dragonslayer's body, some even burned away part of his pants. This move however, was met with a diagonal strike with the blunt end of his spear, sending the blonde flying into a nearby column, instantly breaking it upon impact.
As the blonde hit the column and it broke, she managed to get onto her hands and knees, her bastard sword sticking deeply into another column. She was heaving for breath, sometimes coughing up large amounts of salvia, but the worst part was that amongst all the spittle, her pussy had started dripping, sending a steady flow down her thighs.
Slowly rising to her feet once more, she started circling around in the arena, slowly moving towards the fog wall where she had entered. By the time she had reached the middle of the room, she had finally noticed the dragonslayer bow his head deeply, and then disappear for a second, only to reappear in front of her.
With every ounce of power in his body, the old dragonslayer pierced his spear through the blonde's stomach and lifted her up above the ground. She had no chance of dodging, all she knew was that she was going to die. Nearly consumed by the pleasure. Nearly going hollow.
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