Sinegard Academy for the Wayward

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Fuck me!!” M’Kael groaned from his position on the floor.

Magdalena climbed to her feet holding a rib, as her spear collapsed into itself. Her hand glowed for a moment as she whispered a prayer. Pulling several daggers she faced the Mage Eater and ran at it, dropping to her knees and sliding under the creature as she sliced upwards, the blades weren’t magical, but they were sharp and sliced the belly open.

Jumping up on the far side she stabbed the creature with a flurry of quick stabbing blows. The screaming made her ears hurt down through her spine.

The summoning completed as a Ravyn spoke the last words, a Chaos Beast summoned from the nether realms. Sending it at the Mage Eater she took a deep breath. The Beast wrapping around the Mage Eater, slowing it a little.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Mage Eater

Magdalena’s assault had left the stone-metal monstrosity—wounded, but the Mage Eater—was far from finished. It loomed over the Archon, ready to flatten her into a divine pancake, when the Chaos Beast lunged in, its presence warping reality just enough to slow and blind the creature. The poison had no effect—but the distraction bought Magdalena precious seconds to scramble out of the way.

With a guttural snarl, the Mage Eater lashed out. Its tentacle backhand caught the Chaos Beast squarely, sending the netherborn horror sailing into the wall with a sickening squish

Angela didn’t hesitate. She dove low, driving her dagger into the Mage Eater’s knee joint. It barely pierced the surface—again—but it was the only vulnerable spot she could reach. The blade sparked against the Stone, but it held.

“Let me help,” Angus growled, swinging a makeshift stone club with reckless abandon. The impact shattered the weapon in his hands, but it also cracked the knee structure, sending shards of enchanted Stone skittering across the floor. The Mage Eater staggered, its balance compromised.

That was all Callo needed.

She leapt in full shadow dragon form, a blur of wings and fury. Her claws raked across the construct’s body, her teeth seeking purchase on the thing's face. The sheer force of her assault toppled the spider-like abomination, crashing it onto its side with a thud.

But the Mage Eater wasn’t done.

Its metal tentacles lashed out, coiling around Callo’s neck with brutal precision. The impact rang like a bell. The grip tightened.

Everyone in the room held their breath.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

The Chaos beast attacked the Mage Eater with claws and tentacles Snapping and slithering the creature attacked and chopped. Crushing limbs and tentacles the beast began to change, it’s form becoming more gelatinous as it moved inside the Mage Eaters armored parts causing them to expand and bulge, shearing open from the strain the armour.

The Mage Eater started to spasm, it tentacles releasing Callo as it twisted and shook. Falling to the floor the Eater began to twitch as it was consumed from the inside.

Magdalena leaped at the Eater, her blades digging into the armour as she punched it repeatedly with them. Each strike making a new hole as she slowly climbed the Eaters back until she was at it’s insect-like head. Stabbing at it’s head and face Magdalena rode the creature as it twitched and jerked, spasming chaotically as the Chaos Beast started changing the Eater from the inside.

As it fell to the ground, Magdalena jumped clear, rolling to her feet. Her blades in her hand as she moved to Callo. Laying a hand on the Dragon’s neck she prayed.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Congrat's to Ravyn
When the battle finally ended and the Mage Eater construct crumbled into lifeless stone and metal, Ravyn’s light spell flickered back to life, casting a pale glow across the chamber. The ancient temple emerged from the darkness—its grandeur was impressive. The dais and altar stood solemnly at the far end, surrounded by towering pillars, though one now lay shattered, reduced to a jagged heap of rubble. Dust, long undisturbed, swirled in the air from the battle.

In the corner, a cluster of rotted crates and a collapsed barrel sagged into themselves, their contents long since devoured by decay. Bones littered the stone floor—some human, some not—scattered.

“I’m alright,” Callo muttered to Magdalena, who was gently stroking her dragon’s throat, her eyes still scanning the room for threats.

Angela gave Ravyn a nod, her voice unusually warm. “Nice going, Ravyn.”

Gem swayed slightly, bracing herself against a nearby wall. “I’m surprised that worked… Mage Eaters are supposed to be nearly immune to magic. And magical creatures.”

Angus stepped beside her, steadying her with a hand on her shoulder. “Guess, sometimes things go our way.”

Angela was already moving, her boots crunching over bone fragments. “Well, it worked. Let’s see what the shadow spirits thought was so damn important for us to have in this room.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Moving inside Ravyn and Magdalena both moved to M’Kael who was lying against the inside of a door. Blood had turned frothy as it oozed from his mouth.

Scowling at him Magdalena knelt and began praying again. After a moment he coughed, a mass of blood ejecting from his throat, as he rolled onto his side.

“Hey sexy,” he quipped looking at Magdalena. “Change your mind about hooking up?”

“No,” she replied as she stood, and then kicked him in the ribs. “Disgusting Bastard.”

“Yes he is,” Ravyn sighed.

***

Kicking and moving things around the three of them moved through the horde of stuff. Reaching into the mess of coins and stuff M’Kael lifted out a Black Tiara set with black stones. “This will look better on you than me,” he said throwing it to Ravyn.

Catching it she looked at him then him. He wasn’t one to pass up shiny shit. “Why?”

“It won’t fit him, he tried.” Magdalena commented as she slowly looked around the room, scanning for any evil items. But with the demon inside Ravyn it was hard to tell.

Rummaging through more of the crap M’Kael grabbed a couple rings, shoving them into his pockets as Ravyn and Magdalena continued looking for anything that might help.

“Anybody find anything?” Magdalena called as M’Kael shoved more jewelry into his pockets. The gems alone were worth more than the gold coins, and lighter to carry.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angela

As Angela moved between the bones and debris a metal sword caught her eye. She reached down and picked it up. It had a broad, straight blade made of some dull metal. The grip wrapped in green ray skin. The grip was still, even after many years. “It must be magical” Angela thought.

She carefully took a finger and ran it over the weapon tip. The razor-sharp point almost pierced her skin.

“I think this is a magical sword” Angela told the team

The weapon had warped cross-guard, offering just enough protection to the welder's hand, as well as adding a weight balance to the blade. A wide pommel was decorated with a green gem, nothing too impressive, but it added to the look of the weapon.

The blade itself had no markings, no decorations and no engravings.

“If no one objects, I think I’ll keep it” Angela told everyone in the ancient temple.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Keep it,” Magdalena replied before M’Kael could even see what she was talking about. “Just find some non-magical stuff as well. Just in case we run across another Mage Eater thing.” Collecting some blades she added them to her repertoire.

Ravyn was looking through broken crates and making a stack of books. Until she found a satchel and looked inside. Pulling out a gem with a thousand facets she rolled it in her hands looking it over.

“Um.. I think this is a prison sphere.” She said, before setting it on top of the books and reaching into the satchel again. Pulling out more books and bags of coins and gems she made a rather descent pile. “And this is a satchel of holding…”

Smiling to herself she glanced through the books, putting some in the satchel and others she left aside. She even added the Black Tiara.

With his pockets full, M’Kael shoved rings onto his fingers, making them more like he had brass knuckles on.

He’s made a stack of weapons he’d found. Some he was keeping for himself, just in case. But others were for Angus and the rest, if they wanted them.

Arranging daggers around his body he looked like a stereotypical rogue, or assassin. He’d found a pair of bracers of thin throwing blades that he affixed to his forearms.

Bedrolls and sleeping bags and tents lay rotting and covered with a wet mold. Pointing at the pile of weapons he didn’t want he shrugged. “If anybody wants this, feel free.”

But he took a double headed war axe and slung it across his back, and hefted a maul and shield in his arms. They looked dwarven and had the same markings. So he figured they were a matching set. Maybe he could trade or sell them to a dwarf. If they ever got out.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Who needs a plan?
Angela strolled up to Ravyn, her eyes filled with mischief.“Traditionally,” she began, sounding like a royal historian, “young women don’t wear tiaras until they’re married. On their wedding day, they might borrow one from their birth family. But after that? Only tiaras from their husband’s lineage—or ones they personally own. The exception, of course, is for unmarried princesses. They’re allowed to sparkle from the age of eighteen.” She tilted her head, lips curling into a smile. “So tell me, Ravyn—are you married… or a princess?”

Gem didn’t even look up. “Angela, if you’re done playing etiquette police, I’d like to try the dimension shift again. Maybe this time we’ll actually land on campus.”

“Hold on a second,” Angela said, throwing up her hands. “First of all, if it does work, we’ll show up soulless again. Not ideal. Second, what makes you think the spell will work now? Nothing’s changed. And third—hello? Demon lord. Maybe we should try something radical, like make a plan?”

“I hear you,” Gem said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “But we’re not going to unravel the Ravyn mystery without getting back to campus. Open to alternatives,” she added, glancing around. “Anyone?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Angela if you haven’t noticed. I put the tiara in the bag I’m not wearing it. And I’m neither married or a princess. And this topic is rather... weird and unsettling.”

“How about a dimensional gate? Instead of trying to dimensionally teleport.. we walk through? If we go one first, we’ll know if our souls get separated again.”

“And then we make a plan for dealing with Demon Lords. Whether we’re out there, or in here.”

“I could try.. transcending,” Magdalena suggested.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

A Plan Forms

“I guess we could find another planar gate” Gem replied warming up to the idea. “We might be able to adjust the magic to send us back to the campus. And as you suggest. Just one of us could go through to determine if our soul follow us.”

“Transcending? What does that mean for an Archon?” Angela asked Magdalena “Would you become an angel?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Transcending means I die and go to heaven. And if I’m lucky I can come back and into my body, but I’ll be on the Prime Material Plane, and not here. But I do know that when/if I come back it won’t be to here.” Magdalena informed the group.

“If we find a planar gate to anywhere, we can go through it and then try our own dimensional gate or planar shift.” Ravyn suggested.

“I volunteer to go through first,” M’Kael offered. “I’m not really worried about loosing my soul.”
​

 

[milkmaiden38]

No to death, yes to planar gate

“Well, I think I speak for everyone here, we don’t want you to die” Gem said to Magdalena. Angela, Callo, and Angus all were nodding their heads in agreement with Gem’s statement.

“I think our best option then is to return to that old planar gate we found and send one person through.” Gem concluded and waited for any objections.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“That’s a nice sentiment,” Magdalena replied.

“No skin off my back either way,” M’Kael commented. “Though this way I get to keep looking at your butt.”

“Where is the old planar gate?” Ravyn asked. “This is a changing maze after all. Can we even find it again?”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Time to Rest
Callo, Ravyn, M’Kael, Magdalena, Angela, and Gem stood in a weary semicircle, watching Angus frown at a blank wall of stone. He scratched his head with the slow deliberation of a minotaur whose last ounce of patience had just evaporated.

They were all spent—physically drained, mentally frayed, stomachs growling, feet blistered from the maze’s cruel geometry.

Angus finally broke the silence. “This is where the planar gate should be,” he muttered, still absently scratching, as if hoping the wall might take pity and reveal its secrets.

Angela sighed, her voice tinged with reluctant defeat. “I hate to say it, but Ravyn was right. The maze shifted on us.”

Gem clapped her hands together. “Alright, break time. I’ve got just the thing to salvage our spirits.” She pointed her staff at the stone and whispered the incantation.

A door shimmered into existence, ornate and inviting.

“Mordenkainen’s Magnificent Mansion,” she announced with theatrical flair. “Step inside, weary wanderers. You’ll find a grand foyer, warm air, fresh linens, and enough chambers to keep even M’Kael’s ego comfortably contained.”

She gestured toward the entrance. “Private rooms for each of you. Furnished, decorated, and—yes—stocked with a nine-course banquet tailored to your tastes.”

“The servants are semi-visible, invulnerable, and obedient. They’ll fetch, clean, mend, fold, light fires, serve food, pour wine—whatever you need. They can’t leave the mansion, and they won’t harm a soul.”

Gem turned to M’Kael with a smirk. “And before you ask—yes, you can sleep with one. Just don’t break them. The spell doesn’t cover emotional damage and I'm not insured.”

She stepped aside, letting the others pass. “Eat. Rest.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“I don’t have an ego,” M’Kael retorted. “I’m just honest about how good looking I am. Not my fault your boyfriend looks like a cow..”

Snorting Ravyn snapped, “Your just jealous he’s better hung than you…”

As the three of them walked past Gem Magdalena gave her a nod. “It’s appreciated. The nice thing about the food in these places is they are healthy, no matter how much cake and chocolate you consume..”

Moving off to her room Magdalena started working on her combat forms. And using non-magical blades so she could get used to them.

Ravyn took a shower to get the stink of the hellscape off her. And then sat down to eat wrapped in a towel.

M’Kael sat down and ate an incredible amount of beef and bacon before moving on to turkey, chicken, and duck. Washing it all down with rum and whiskey.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angus and Gem​

Angus and Gem stepped into their room, instantly struck by the uncanny familiarity—it was a near-perfect replica of their old dorm back on campus. Same faded posters, same scuffed floorboards. But this time, there was only one bed. No roommates. And on their twin study desks, a lavish nine-course banquet shimmered under candlelight.

“Oh, this is nice,” Angus said, his voice warm with nostalgia. “Feels like we never left.”

“I figured you'd appreciate the throwback,” Gem replied, gesturing toward the oversized bed with a sly smile. “Upgraded for maximum comfort.”

Angus grinned, already plotting. “Alright, here’s the itinerary: feast first, shower second, mischief third, second shower—because hygiene—and then sleep.”

Gem matched his grin. “I vote we combine steps two and three. Eco-friendly mischief.”

“You are so good to the environment,” Angus laughed, pulling her into a kiss. “I love it. Let’s save the planet one steamy shower at a time.”

Callo
Callo entered a cavernous chamber carved from jagged stone, the air thick with damp and decay. Torchlight flickered from shallow notches in the walls, casting dancing shadows across two distinct piles: one of glittering treasure—mostly gold, with flecks of silver and copper—and another of grotesquely rotted deer carcasses.

Shadow Dragons weren’t picky eaters, but they had a particular fondness for carrion. The more putrid, the better. These deer were exquisitely foul.

“Yummm,” Callo purred, her voice deepening as she shifted into her dragon form. Scales rippled across her body, claws clicking against the stone floor. She lunged at the pile like a starving beast, bones crunching between her jaws, the stench rising.

Satisfied and slick with gore, she walked toward the treasure mound, curled atop it like a cat, and drifted into a well-earned, gold-cradled slumber.

Angela​

Angela stepped into her room, a gothic dream rendered in velvet and shadow. Black walls framed vintage furniture with clawed feet and blood-red upholstery. Ornate lamps flickered like candlelight, casting long, haunted silhouettes. It felt like a vampire’s boudoir.

She wasn’t a vampire anymore. But after four centuries old habits are hard to break.

A silver tray awaited her, laden with delicacies: seared duck, truffle risotto, and a chocolate soufflé that steamed like a fresh grave. She sampled a few courses, savoring each bite, then paused.

“This meal needs a finishing touch,” she murmured, pouring herself a generous glass of port. She crossed the hallway and knocked on M’Kael’s door.

“M’Kael,” she called softly, voice like velvet. “It’s Angela. I’ve got dessert and too much of it. Care to share?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Opening the door M’Kael looked at her as he ate a duck drumstick, ripping off chunks of meat. Standing there in the doorway wearing a pair of black boxers he sighed. “Dessert sounds good. Will it be before, during, or after the sex?”

***

After getting her fill Ravyn lay on the bed and used a mirror to study the rune scars on her body. She needed to understand them in order to win this fight against Ashmadae.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Gem and Angus

A naked Gem slipped quietly into the bathroom before pulling back the shower curtain.

“I see you are ready for me!” Gem exclaimed as she got in the shower with Angus. Angus had washed up, and was rinsing off, but the thought of fucking Gem had caused his huge cock to become erect.

“Always” Angus said as his soaped up his hands grabbed Gem’s big breasts. His hands stroked her sensitive nipples and gently squeezed her big jugs.

“MMMMM” Gem moaned and arched her back as the warm water cascaded over their bodies dripping off his huge cock and off her pussy lips. He leaned in to kiss her.

“Mmm, Angus” Gem gasped softly as he removed his hands from her breasts and encircled her waist, pulling her flush against the firm expanse of his sculpted torso. She could feel every contour, every lean muscle pressed against her soft curves, a delicious contrast of hard and yielding. His kiss deepened, the passion behind it igniting a matching flame within her core. Gem arched into him, her fingers raking through his hair, anchoring herself against the dizzying intensity of their powerful kiss.

As they kissed with escalating fervor, Angus hard cock was thrusting against her belly. The thing was so big, and he was taller than her, his cock tip was rubbing the bottom of her big breasts. The feeling of his cock against her bare breasts sent a thrill racing up her spine. She knew, without a doubt, that when the time came to feel that cock in her, claiming her most intimate self, it would be a pleasure beyond description.

Gasping softly into the kiss, Gem rolled her hips against Angus in a sinuous dance, feeling his arousal pressing insistently against her belly. This went on for a while, then Angus lifted her effortlessly up, until her pussy was at his eye level. Gem grab onto the shower head just in case, but to Angus she weighed little more than a feather. Her parted thighs, bared her glistening folds to his hungry gaze. His tongue flickering out to taste her essence, to circle and tease and plunge, bringing her to heights of rapture she'd never known. His tongue traced and circled the sensitive bud with a skill that made stars explode behind Gem's eyelids.

Angela

“l always like my dessert better, after I enjoy some good cock! So let have sex first” She stated with a naughty smile. Angela pushed back her long black hair with both her hands, causing her robe opened. Giving M’Kael a good look at her almost perfectly beautiful body and her large breasts. She walked past him into his room with self-confidence and she held her shoulders back, proudly. Showing off her generous chest, slender waist and womanly hips.

“On the bed?” She asked as she let her robe fall to the floor.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Sure,” M’Kael replied throwing the drumstick over his shoulder as he closed the door and followed her. “Bed’s easier on the knees anyways.”

***

Pausing in her practice Magdalena glared at the wall. She’d never heard of a magnificent mansion allowing sounds to escape a room, but she could hear the distinctive sounds coming from the next room. On both sides. This was a personal hell for her.

***

Putting the mirror down for a moment Ravyn glared at the wall as her bed shook. The sounds of Angela were distinct. Climbing from the bed she moved it away from the wall before going back to examining her scars.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angela and M’Kael

Angela’s breath caught as M’Kael disrobed, revealing a body sculpted like myth—powerful, primal, and utterly unapologetic. Her eyes widened, not just at the sight, but at the promise it carried. “You never fail to impress,” she murmured, voice thick with anticipation. “I never get tired of seeing that might cock!” Angela gasped in delight. His cock was big, meaty, and so damn sexy!

She circled him slowly, savoring the moment before the pounce. Her tongue flicked across her lips, her gaze locked on him with ravenous intent. “I want to taste every inch of you,” she whispered, lowering herself with reverence and hunger.

Their connection ignited—raw, electric, and unrestrained. Angela moved with practiced grace. “Ooooh, I just wanna wrap my lips around that cock and suck you dry!” Angela moaned. Her tongue lolls out hungrily as she drinks in the sight of his cock close up.

“Mmmph!” Angela takes his thickness into her warm, wet mouth greedily, her lips stretching obscenely around the girth of his shaft. “Mmmfuck yeah, your cock feels amazin' slidin' down my throat!” She begins to suck M’Kael with gusto, her skilled mouth and tongue working magic on his sensitive flesh.

“Ffffuck yeah, I’m gonna milk your fuckin' dick dry!” she pants, releasing his saliva-slicked member momentarily. “I want you to flood me with jizz! I want it ruining out of all my holes”

Just as the tension peaked, a shimmer in the air signaled the arrival of the servant.

The Servants

Each guest’s servant was a reflection of their psyche—semi-visible, invulnerable, and obedient.

Callo was attended by a dragonborn clad in ceremonial armor. It silently cleared the pile of deer bones and dimmed the torchlight, casting the room in a soft, amber glow as the shadow dragon slumbered.

Angela’s servant, a suave James Bond-esque gentleman, entered unnoticed. He cleared the remnants of her meal, turned down the bed with surgical precision, and placed a single chocolate mint on the pillow—an oddly quaint gesture.

Gem and Angus were served by a classic butler, who moved like a ghost through steam and laughter. He laid out silk restraints and glimmering sex toys with the care of a curator preparing an exhibit.

Ravyn’s servant was a genderless specter, its form shifting like smoke. It paused at the wall, registering the cacophony from the neighboring room, and cast a silence spell with a flick of its translucent hand. Peace returned.

Magdalena’s servant wore a provocative maid’s outfit, her demeanor both sultry and subservient. She approached the Archon with a bow and a question that lingered like perfume: “Is there any way I may serve you?”

M’Kael’s servant was a vision in velvet and lace—a playboy bunny reimagined through the lens of arcane spell. She cleared the dishes with a dancer’s grace, then turned to the bed, her voice smooth as silk. “Is there any way I may serve you?” she asked, eyes flicking between M’Kael and Angela with knowing amusement.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“By the time I’m done, we’ll both be sore.” M’Kael replied as his hands slid into her hair and he started fucking her throat with gusto. “And exhausted.”

***

“No,” Magdalena replied as she returned to her forms. “Actually.. yes.”

Through a blade to the servant she adjusted her grip on her blades. “Fight me, I need to practice.”

***

Looking at the servant Ravyn spoke. “Get a pad and pencil. Draw all the scars. Precisely.”

Rolling onto her stomach, she moved her hair out of the way so the servant could get a better view of all of her scars.

​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angela and M’Kael

Angela heard the servant’s question and there was no way she was sharing M’Kael first load. She redoubled her efforts on her cock sucking. She moans around M’Kael's thick cock as he thrusts into her eager mouth, the vibrations adding to the intense pleasure radiating from her lips and tongue. She hollows her cheeks and sucks harder, reveling in the feeling of his heavy shaft pulsing against her tongue. Her deft fingers fondle and caress the weighty globes of her breasts as she teases and pinches her own stiff nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to her dripping pussy. Angela's back arches, pressing her aching tits more fully into her own kneading hands as M’Kael pumped his cock into her mouth with increasing fervor, taking him deeper into her throat with each pass. She relishes the sensation of his cockhead kissing the entrance to her esophagus, the flared rim catching and tugging at her stretched lips with each retreat.

As Angela suckles M’Kael's magnificent cock with gusto, he pushed her hands away from her breasts. He took over exciting her nipples as he fucked into her throat. She brought her hands down between her quivering thighs to tend to her swollen, throbbing clit. She circles the sensitive bud with a feather-light touch, teasing herself towards an explosive climax. Her other hand played with her ass. Angela's voluptuous body writhes sensuously as she loses herself in a haze of lust, drunk on the taste and feel of M’Kael's huge member plundering her mouth and the electric jolts of ecstasy shooting from her aching and heavy breasts.

Panting hotly, M’Kael pistoning shaft was about to go. Angela suckling and slurping noisily as she takes him to the hilt over and over. Her throat constricts rhythmically around his thickness, massaging the engorged flesh as she swallows around him. The combination of sensations pushed M’Kael over the edge, and with a hoarse shout of rapture, he hilts deep one final time before unleashing a torrent of molten seed directly down Angela's throat. She gulps greedily, drinking down spurt after spurt of his rich, creamy essence, feeling it coat her tonsils and fill her stomach with its warm weight.

“AGHHHH” She moaned as M’Kael nipple twists and tugs, plus her clit rubbing made her pussy start clenching and drooling juice as she came too.

Magdalena

The servant grabbed the blade and attacked Magdalena with magically enhanced speed. It did not make a difference; Magdalena was able to counter the blows and get a strike pass the servant’s defenses. But the servant was invulnerable to attack and kept coming at her!

Ravyn

A pad and pencil appeared in the ghostly smoke's servant hands. It went to work capturing all the scars with precision.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

M’Kael​

As the last of his seed flowed down her throat M’Kael pulled back and shoved her onto the bed, forcing her legs open as he impaled her.

He fucked her like a man possessed, or an incubus with a mission.



Magdalena​

She delivered blows that would have killed anyone, or anything, else. Moving with deadly precision she wasn’t there when the specter attacked. Both of them a blur of supernatural speed and death.

Ravyn​

She breathed slowly, arguing with Ashmadae in her head. Him refusing to tell her how to release him from her body. And her demanding to be free of the deal. But he wouldn’t give up the deal. It was his access to the Mortal realm. And he’d never be summoned again.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angela and M’Kael

“Ohhh yes, stud! Mmmm, you feel soooo good!” Angela moaned as M’Kael fat dick rammed into her cunt! Her enormous, jugs heaved and quaked with each stroke, drawing his gaze like a magnet. The stiff peaks of nipples ache for his touch. As his swollen cock fucked her. She bucked and writhed beneath him, panting whorishly. “Don't stop, I'm gonna cum so fucking HARD!”

“AAHHHHFUCK YESSSSS!!! OH GOD, OH FUCK, DON'T STOP, DON'T YOU DARE STOP!!!” Angela wailed in utter ecstasy as M’Kael relentlessly grounded his steel-hard shaft against her engorged clit, sending electric shocks of raw, animalistic pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in her body. Her plush, pillowy tits heaved and bounced wildly as M’Kael tugged and pinched her aching nipples, the sweet blend of pain and pleasure pushing her rapidly towards a mind-blowing climax.

M’Kael felt her cunt clenches and spasms, gushing rivulets of fragrant nectar all over his pumping cock and balls. “I'M... I'M FUCKING... AAAHHHHH... CUMMMINNGGGG!!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, back arching sharply as her pussy convulsed almost violently.

M’Kael did not slow down. Angela’s greedy pussy fluttering and clenching around him like a silken vise. Each powerful drive of his hips slams the breath from her lungs, her colossal jugs bouncing wildly with every impact, the sheer weight of her jugs making her entire torso quake.

Angela wrapped her arms around his pumping ass, claws digging into the firm globes as she, urged him deeper, demanding he fuck her with reckless abandon. The animalistic fervor was crazy. Finally, she threw her head back and screamed in absolute pleasure for all the world to hear as she came explosively on his pistoning cock.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Pounding into her he slammed his pubic bone against her clit he didn’t even care about his own release, it was just the act itself at this moment.

When she screamed he exploded inside her, his cock throbbing with each pulse. His hot cream flooding her until his dick hurt from the strain.

Collapsing onto her he bit her shoulder. Leaving a hickey and teeth marks that would definitely be noticeable with anything low cut.

***

Looking over the drawings Ravyn sat at the dinner table, picking at food as she tried to decode the scars. Some of it, most of it, was beyond her skills.​