Fun Among Thieves - Sex Stories

Fun Among Thieves

... premeditated, there was none now. Oh Gods, Holga had planned this. All of it. The entire time they had been allies, the barbarian was planning to enslave her, and then do unspeakable things to her body. Maybe especially her poor little ass hole, which felt like it would never, ever recover from this.

And yet, instead of tearing that collar apart when it was in her hands, or at least when it was around her neck, Doric completely surrendered to her companion. Wrapped that dog collar around her neck, in a silent surrender to the dominant woman who was gleefully wrecking her ass. Who then maybe literally wrecked it, once she surrendered.

Several times tonight, the audience of drunk idiots surrounding her cheered at the debauchery they were witnessing. That was definitely the case when Doric collared herself, and then even more loudly, when Holga increased the pace of the butt pounding, and finally fulfilled her promise to make Doric cum. Perhaps even her promise to make Doric hers?

Because how could Doric be possibly ever anything other than Holga's anal bitch, once she had cum with that big dick in her ass? Hells, in that twisted moment, it didn't seem like such a bad fate. Which for better or for worse, was the last coherent thought the poor little tiefling had for a good long while, as she was bombarded by climax after climax, turning her into a truly mindless fuck toy for the superior woman.

Holga did briefly worry that Doric would transform in the middle of sex. ...

... She'd been reassured that was unlikely, especially from someone so skilled at shifting their form. Besides, this was Doric's true form. However, there were moments when she had cum before that she seemed slightly more demonic, and that was even more the case now.

Hells, Holga could have sworn the tiefling's horns and tail became bigger. Of course, rather than being intimidated or disgusted by such a thing, Holga saw this as a challenge to go harder and faster. Also, it provided things for the barbarian to grab onto. Especially the horns. Oh yes, they were wonderful handles, to lift this piece of meat up into the air, and use for its true purpose.

Because if there had been any doubt before, surely it was clear now that this meant this mighty tiefling druid was nothing but a fuck hole for the far more powerful barbarian. That the hole she shit from was now Holga's personal fuck hole, which she could and would use whenever she wanted, wherever she wanted.

Including in the middle of this bar, Holga effortlessly lifting Doric upwards, so she could spray the furniture, and even the audience's boots, with the girl cum which was now constantly squirting out of her. Although admittedly, somewhere along the way, she let go of those horns, in favour of grabbing Doric's waist, so she could pound that cute little booty doggy style.

Or at least, that was the idea. Although at that point, Doric had no energy left to hold out her hands, to keep her upper half in the air. Or maybe ...