The dusky graveyard had been torn apart and emptied. Its ancient tombstones were cracked and toppled, its rusted gates broken off the hinges. The ground was freshly dug and churned so that massive piles of dirt bordered the dozens of previously undisturbed graves. Every moldy coffin had been cracked open, and every vine-covered tomb had been ransacked, but not for the treasure, oddly. All the bits of gold and silver had been left behind, and discarded throughout the piles of dirt were ancient bejeweled swords and pieces of armor. Whoever had raided this dismal little necropolis hadn't done so for easy bits of crusty treasure, but they had taken everything that was of value to them.

They had taken all the bodies.

Darting through the misty graveyard was a sleek, slippery black shadow with glowing red eyes. Only when it paused was the ebony blur noticeably a cat, one that inspected the defiled graves and broken tomb with a preternatural intelligence. Bolting through the shadows and shade, the cat came back to the toppled gates and slowed. The sleek black cat stood up on its hind-legs and suddenly grew in size, its slippery black fur dissipating as smooth, peachy flesh took its place. Within a second all that remained of the cat were a swaying, serpentine tail, two glowing red eyes, and a spiky head of shiny black hair. Everything else was now a naked, lithe young woman, whose firm breasts perked in the cold, and whose tight buttocks flexed in discomfort.

"Looks like Graf was already here," Pussy-pocket the succubus said, patting herself on the ass to wipe away a speck of dirt. "He took them all, even the animal corpses from the pet cemetery."

"My, my. That little boy sure has been busy," a deep, melodious voice responded, a voice from a women whose husky breath always seemed to be on the brink of orgasm.

Strutting into the dark, drab cemetery came a colorful explosion of feminine sexuality, a busty woman with brilliant auburn hair and revealing green robes that were both skimpy in size and nearly transparent, her only real coverings being a pair of knee-high leather boots with sharp stiletto heels and a heavy emerald cloak. She was a woman of unparalleled beauty and provocation, her every movement a physical expression of deep, penetrating eroticism. This was Nadia Méchant, Sultry Sorceress and Seductress Supreme, a woman who was as desired as she was despised, and as admired as she was feared.

But at the moment it was Nadia who looked afraid, counting the dozens of graves that had been emptied. She bit her succulent lip and hugged her chest, causing her amble bosom to melt around her arms. Her breasts were warm but the air was cold, and her nipples stood out erect and proud.

Nadia's demonic familiar Pussy-pocket strutted over and hugged her mistress, pressing her smirking face into Nadia's breasts and sucking one of the engorged nipples into her mouth. Nadia moaned happily and relaxed, the nervous tension in her body slowly ebbing away.

"Don't worry Mistress," Pussy said, popping off of Nadia's nipple with a mouthful of milk leaking from her lips. "That stupid little Necromancer would need a hundred zombies to challenge you. We're going to kick his faggot ass."

Nadia patted her foul-mouthed demon on the head and faked a smile. By her count Graf did have hundreds of zombies by now, maybe even thousands. She knew such an amateur wizard like Graf would be no match against her in single combat, but assisted by an army of the undead? That was another story. If she could just catch up to the little bastard she could end this, but he was always one step ahead of her, and his army was growing by the day.

"You're right Pussy," Nadia said, pushing her concerns away. "We should keep going. He's probably headed for the Necropolis of Natalia von Nippel next, the Countess who died back during the Great Plague. She's buried with almost a thousand of her subjects. If Graf gets there before we do he may become unstoppable. But first . . ."

Nadia giggled deeply as she pushed Pussy down to her knees while undressing. Some green robes slipped away, revealing a puffy, hot, dripping wet vagina that looked starved for attention. Pussy smiled wickedly and dove in, lapping at the tight folds of her mistress's greedy cunt. They had been on Graf's tail for almost a week, and not once during that time had Nadia gotten a proper fucking, and a week for Nadia without sex was like a lifetime for most people. Pussy knew how horny her mistress got, and she knew how distracting that sexual tension was making her, so she did her best to relieve her mistress's stress at any and every moment she got.

"Oh . . . oh Pussy . . . little bitch . . . I'm cumming!" Nadia moaned, grabbing the back of Pussy's head as her cunt exploded with a wet, almost violent orgasm. Nadia's exquisite buttocks tensed as she came and her nipples pearled with milk, her body gently quivering with the quelled but not yet sated lust that was growing in her.

When Nadia let Pussy go the girl looked up at her with big red eyes and a happy smiled that was dripping with sex. Pussy licked her lips and giggled.

"Let's go," Nadia said, smiling, although not without a small amount of fear.

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Nadia and Pussy had to leave their carriage behind when they came to the jagged foothills. Before the Great Plague there had been many well paved roads which led through the hills and up into the mountains where the duchy of Countess Natalia von Nippel rested, but when it became clear that the entire duchy was going to be lost to the plague the king of the land ordered the roads destroyed and buried with boulders, dooming the infected citizens within to a lonely death, but saving the rest of the kingdom from the Plague's grasp.

Sighing loudly, Nadia looked back at her comfortable carriage and wove her hand. The complex magic that had held the vehicle together suddenly unraveled, and the opulent carriage shrunk back into the form Nadia had found it in: a large pumpkin. She waved her hands again and the horses which had pulled the carriage suddenly shrunk as well, once again becoming field mice.

"One of these days I should invest some time in inventing a flying carriage," Nadia mumbled, turning back to the rocky incline and seeing Pussy scampering up the boulders with supernatural speed, slithering from shadow to shadow like a ebony bolt of lightning.

Nadia moaned deeply, rubbing her hands up and down her curvaceous form, lingering on her erect nipples and wide hips as she chanted an incantation beneath her husky breath. A gentle wind enveloped her, blowing her already skimpy robes all about, and lifting her from the ground. With the weightlessness of a sexy snowflake she leapt from rock to rock, never touching the ground with more than the tip of her naked toes.

She planned to scale the entire mountain this way, but then a shadow swept over her, and she looked up.

Nadia gasped. Gliding through the air was a small dragon, 'small' being a relative term as it was easily as large as two beefy mules combined. Nadia ducked behind a rock and strained her eyes to see it in detail. Was it moldy? Skeletal? Rotting? Had Graf managed to resurrect a dead dragon? That was a terrifying thought. And army of zombies was one thing, but a zombie dragon was something fare worse. But no. It was alive, its brilliant emerald scales sparkling in the dim light with vivacious color, and the very intimidating muscle hanging between its legs plump with animalistic hormones. Not only was the dragon built like a mule, it was hung like one as well.

But it wasn't a dragon. It was too stout, too bulky, and instead of four limps and a pair of wings it only possessed a pair of inverted hind-legs, like a bat. Dragons were ancient, magical, intelligent creatures of profound nature. This was a beast . . . an animal . . .

" . . . a wyvern," Nadia gasped.

"And it has a saddle," Pussy whispered into her mistress's ear. "You know what that means."

Nadia nodded. "A Wyvern-Knight." She bit her lip. "Well our day just got more complicated."

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The Wyvern-Knights were the elite warriors of the kingdom of Wyssex, a mountainous little country to the northwest of Hedonia. Although independent, Wyssex was very beholden to Hedonia, and therefore to its queen, Nymphoria, who just happened to be Nadia's ex-lover and current arch-nemesis of sorts. Nymphoria had tried to capture Nadia over a hundred times, using every trick in the book, and this was not the first time Nadia had been hunted by Wysexxian warriors.

Nadia crept naked through the rocks and trees, her body coated in a chameleon spell that made her almost invisible. She had discarded her clothes not because of her magic, but because a wyvern could track prey by smell as easily as it did by sight, and Nadia's clothes were soaked with perfume and sexual fluids. She masked her scent now by rubbing her naked skin with herbs and aromatic flowers, camouflaging her in more ways than one.

Pussy followed close behind, the demon in the form of a swaggering little shadow.

"There's the bitch," Nadia whispered, seeing the knight making camp in a clearing. Her wyvern was resting nearby under some trees, its wings folded up like a leathery blanket. "I can't believe there's only one. And look at how young she is! Little slut must be fresh out of school."

The knight was indeed young, and beautiful. Nadia guesses she couldn't be more than 20 or 21. She was a little short but well proportioned, like the body of a dancer, with a thin waist and a curvy little ass, not to mention a pair of perky young tits that looked ready to just pop. Her hair was long and wavy, and shimmered so much that it really looked like gold instead of merely blonde. Nadia could see all of her because the Wyvern Knights wore less armor than a slut wore in a brothel. Two small triangles of mithril were all that covered her perky nipples, and her peachy little cunt was likewise cupped by a miniscule patch of metal hat curved up her tight butt-crack in a revealing thong. But she didn't need more armor than that Nadia knew, because the magical properties of mithril were enough to deter most spells and weapons with ease, and being such a rare substance it would have been wasteful to use more than what she wore.

"You take the Wyvern," Nadia said to Pussy. "I'm going to ruin this little bitch."

Confident enough to strut into the clearing were the knight was making camp, Nadia melted back into view. The cute little warrior looked up from the bed she was making to see a voluptuous woman with long auburn hair suddenly standing before her . . . and she looked pissed.

"Who-" the Wyvern-Knight began, but Nadia didn't let her finish.

"Nymphoria sent you here to fail, slut."

Nadia held her hand out and a crackling bolt of lightning shot out of it, shocking its way all along the young woman's lithe body. The knight screamed beautifully as her body was paralyzed with pain, the intensity of the lightning so great that her bikini-armor started to glow and her body was cast in blue light. The mithril was soaking up much of the magic, but not enough to save her. In a few second she was going to be unconscious, and Nadia would be free to humiliate her in every sadistic way she pleased . . . or her brains were going to burst out of her head like a giant penis ejaculating . . . whatever.

GGRRRRRRRR, the wyvern rumbled, leaping up to attack Nadia, but wyverns were slow on the ground, and a black shadow suddenly materialized in front of it, taking the form of a massive black panther, and the two beasts wrestled through the trees, leaving a trail of destruction.

Nadia snickered knowing Pussy was going to turn the beast into a new set of wyvern-skin boots, purses, and lingerie for Nadia . . . but that thought distracted her.

Nadia didn't see the knight pull a silver spear from the ground, one that was made of mithril. The knight held it up and the blade caught the lightning bolt, soaking it up like and neutralizing it.

"What-" Nadia gasped stupidly.

The young knight swung her spear and broke the spell, the feedback from which struck Nadia like a kick to her cunt. Stunned and wincing in pain, Nadia didn't see the roundhouse kick coming, not until the knight's high-heeled boot struck her in the side of the face.

Nadia spun through the air and landed in a puddle of mud, her breasts jiggling like two massive molds of gelatin. The knight mounted her as a woman would a man, and raised the spear's razor-sharp point above Nadia's large breasts, aiming for the heart. Nadia was going to strike back first though, her first quickly turning into stone, so she could knock the bitch-knight senseless and then proceed to humiliate her in some painful, wonderful way.

"No!" a man yelled. A gruff, masculine, powerful man, his voice reverberating in the woman's chests like the music of a bass. "Liana, stop! Nadia, stop!"

Both of the woman looked up at the sound of their names, seeing an armored figure marching towards them, and to Nadia's shock he was being followed by the knight's wyvern and Pussy, who had reverted to the form of naked, flat-chested woman. Nadia didn't understand why they had stopped fighting, until she saw who the armored man was.

"Rhys?" Nadia gasped in her husky voice. "Rhys Faulkner?"

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Rhys Faulkner was one of the few men Nadia had ever loved . . . in the genuine emotional sense. In the physical sense she had loved hundreds, most of whom she hated everything about other than there big muscles and bigger cocks. But Rhys was special. Like so many others, he had been sent to capture her when his king fell under the political and sexual power of Nymphoria, but after a long fight and even long sex-session he freed her. Rhys became an outlaw of course, banished from his own land, and he had done it all for Nadia. She loved that roguish, chaotic honor of his more than anything, but it didn't hurt that he was a scruffy stud-muffin with pectorals like a brick-wall and a cock like an iron ramrod either. Rhys was the man she thought about when fucking other less attractive men, and she came every time.

The five of them sat around the camp in a circle like children out scouting: Nadia the very naked sorceress, still covered in mud; Pussy who was lounging in the form of a small black kitten; the lumbering wyvern which rested some distance off, teeth bared at Nadia; Liana Vilay the Wyvern-Knight; and Rhys Faulkner, the rogue knight, who stood over the two mud-splattered women like a stern father. Liana looked humiliated and shamed, Nadia just looked off in the distance, trying to act cool, but in reality Rhys 'tough guy' act was getting her wet. She hoped this was going to end in a spanking.

"It wasn't my fault," Liana practically cried. "She . . . (sob) . . . she attacked me! I was only-"

"You overreacted!" Rhys shouted, and she shrank like a little schoolgirl who just got caught masturbating in class. "You were going for the death-blow when you could have used your spear's pommel to knock her out AND keep her alive for questioning. And you," he turned to Nadia, "what the holy fuck are you doing here?"

Nadia shrugged and smirked, trying to act cool. "Just looking for a big fat cock to sit on. Can you help me with that?"

Rhys groaned and rubbed his forehead. "Holy hell, woman, you are going to kill me one day."

"Rhys?" Liana squeaked. "Do you . . . how do you know this awful woman?"

"Rhyyyyyys?"Nadia whined in a mocking, nasally voice, exaggerating the way Liana sounded. "How do you know this flat-chested, flat-assed, whiny little teen slut?"

"I'm 21 you old bitch!" Liana whined. "How old are you? 40? 50?"

Nadia didn't want to admit how old she was, so just snarled.

Rhys groaned again, realizing what a wonderful little shit-storm he had found himself in. "Liana, this woman is Nadia Méchant, sorceress, enchantress, conjurer, shaman, alchemist, outlaw, and my . . . um . . . 'special friend.' I'm sure you've heard of her."

Liana's big blue eyes were as large as saucers as she gasped. Of course she had heard of Nadia Méchant, the infamous witch and seductress. Nadia snickered, but she did not like at all the way Rhys had called her his 'special friend' rather than 'lover,' or even just 'fuck-buddy.'

"Nadia, this is Liana Vilay of Wyssex, a recent graduate of the Wyvern Academy. Her mother and I are . . . um . . . 'special friends,' and I've agreed to mentor Liana for a few months out in the greater world as part of her training."

(So you want to fuck this little cherry-girl like you did her mother, is that it Rhys?), Nadia wanted to say, but didn't. She didn't want to be a jealous prude and ruin her lover's chances with this tight little virgin, although she doubted Liana would prove much fun. A frail, inexperienced girl like her would probably pass out after one hour of getting pounded by a stud like Rhys. Rhys was a beast in bed, he could fuck a she-orc into a coma, he broke bed-frames like they were made of crackers, he ruined marriages, he ruined pussies, and he could do all that in the FIRST date. He didn't 'make love' to his women . . . he FUCKED them! Rhys was one of only a few people to have every truly defeated Nadia sexually, having once left her a crying, gushing, hot-mess barely on the edge of consciousness, broken after several days of a brutal marathon of sex. If he truly were to unleash the beast on this pathetic twig of a girl he would probably kill her . . . a thought that Nadia found very arousing.

"So what are you doing all the way up here?" Nadia said, looking Liana over. She was very pretty, and young, and perky, and her lips looked like they were made of candy . . . but Nadia wasn't impressed. Nadia hated her. (Go ahead and fuck this bitch to death), Nadia though, (and let me help).

Rhys became very serious. "Well . . . I didn't want to drag Liana along on anything too dangerous, but this mission can't be ignored. We are hunting a young necromancer who has been raising all the dead for miles in many directions, building an army, and leading it here, to the old duchy in the mountains."

Nadia stood up so straight her large breasts jiggled on her chest. "Graf! You're looking for Graf!"

Rhys cocked on eyebrow. "You . . . you know this necromancer?"

Nadia bit her lip. "He's a former student of mine. Last summer I did a little seminar on demonology and took in a few more students than usual, about twenty or so. Graf was talented but . . . well . . . wanted more than I was willing to give him. He wasn't my worst student, so I didn't expel him, but he wasn't my best either, so I didn't give him any 'special rewards," by which she meant sex. Nadia loved fucking her students, the girls and the boys. "Then the little shit stole something very powerful from me and ran off. All this shit started about a week ago though, when he stated raising the dead."

Rhys looked shocked. We did everything bad in the world always come back to Nadia. "What did he steal?"

"An amulet," Nadia said. "Half of one anyway. It was broken when I got it. It is a very powerful charm that enhances its user's magic tenfold; unfortunately it does so at the cost of their sanity, which is why I never used the damn thing."

Now Rhys looked really shocked. "Nadia . . . does this amulet bear the image of a naked succubus, holding a scythe in one hand and a sword in the other?"

Nadia perked up again. "YES! Well, the half I owned only showed a naked bitch holding a sword. I've never seen the other half. How do you know about it?"

Rhys was grinding his teeth, something he only did when he was really upset. "Nadia, that amulet once belonged to the Countess Natalia von Nippel, the woman who ruled over the duchy Graf is heading into."

Nadia shrugged. "So?"

"So," Rhys said. "Natalia von Nippel was a necromancer herself, and she was the one responsible for the Great Plague. I know this because my great-great-great-grandfather was the man who killed her, and broke her evil amulet, taking one half with him, and leaving the other half in her coffin."
"Oh," Nadia gasped. "Oh shit."

"Yeah," Rhys whispered. "Graf is going for the amulet, and if he gets it he will become the most powerful necromancer in the world."

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Liana's wyvern (Gallant, it was named) was not strong enough to carry all of them, so the party had to hurry up the mountain on foot with it flying overheard, Nadia naked all the while. There was no time to go back for her clothes, and the weather had little effect on her comfort. With a simple spell she could walk naked through a blizzard and feel completely warm, or through a desert and be happily cool. Liana kept giving her dirty looks, as if accusing Nadia of being slutty, which was funny coming from a girl in a thong-bikini made of metal. Little by Little Nadia was truly growing to hate the obnoxious little brat, the way she whined and complained, the way she kept floating around Rhys like he was some kind of god. It was obvious that her cherry was aching to get popped by him. She was begging to get picked, but Nadia knew why Rhys hadn't yet. Hunting Graf was too important, so he must have been delaying his epic pussy beat-down of Liana for later. Poor stud, Nadia thought, his big balls must be so blue.

"Look out!" Rhys suddenly shouted. "The necromancer left residual troops!"

Nadia looked to were Rhys was pointing, right down the narrow length of a rocky crevice that they were going to pass through. Bony arms and skulls were erupting from the ground, living corpses carrying weapons and covered in rusty scraps of armor. The leathery points of one's ears told Nadia that it had been an elf in life, whereas another was so stout and broad that it had to have been a dwarf. Obviously Graf hadn't been picky about where he got his corpses.

"And up there," Liana screamed, "in the sky!"

Somehow, on decayed wings of brittle bones and moldy feathers, flew a flock of reanimated vultures, their razor-sharp beaks snapping with hunger. Some of the moldy sky-born things were not just birds though. Some had claws and fangs, and whip-like tails that snapped in the wind. Gargoyles. Graf had summoned his own gargoyles.

"Nadia and I will take the ones on the ground," Rhys said, unsheathing his massive bastard-sword. "Liana, get on Gallant and keep those fliers from getting close."

Liana nodded. She turned and whistled sharply for her wyvern. Gallant had been floating through the air not far behind, but suddenly he came gliding down over her with incredibly speed. Liana simply lifted one of her gracefully thin arms and grabbed the side of her wyvern's saddle; her slender body stylishly pole-vaulting up onto the back of her beast. Gallant flapped his wings and took to the skies, his heavy body crashing right into the densest part of the flock while Liana lashed out with her silver spear. From that single attack over a dozen zombie-vultures were destroyed, broken apart into pieces to small to be sustained by magic, and one gargoyle fell from the sky with a slit throat.

Then Liana did something amazing. She through her spear, her only weapon, and it darted through the sky like a silver lightning-bolt, impaling three gargoyles and killing them. Then, with no more than a wave of her hand, Liana yelled "RETURN!" and the spear came back to her.

"Not bad," Nadia huffed to herself bitterly. She looked back to see that Rhys was already charging into the fray, deftly swinging his huge bastard-sword with both hands, fluidly allowing each attack to melt into the next one. With one mighty swing he cut three of the zombies in half like they were nothing more than stalks of wheat, and even as they slashed at his body he let them, knowing that there rusted weapons would shatter against his carbonized steel armor. But as he fought the zombies began to throw themselves at him, and more bony hands erupted from the ground to seize his ankles. With the heavy pommel of his sword and his armored fists he beat them back, shattering skulls and snapping bones like twigs.

Nadia saw the greater threat then. The zombie-elf and the zombie-dwarf were not fodder like the others. The elf was knocking an arrow into a bow made of elfwood, a substance so pure that it wouldn't rot even after hundreds of years, and the dwarf was covered from head to toe in volcanic-steel armor, one of the strongest materials in the world. The zombie-dwarf charged at Rhys, swinging a titanic warhammer that could have easily crushed the knight's steel breastplate like an egg, and the elf was pulling back its bow for a fatal shot.

"Pussy," Nadia cried. "Take the archer!"

A black shadow flashed across the rock-face of the crevice, and Pussy materialized behind the archer in the form of a naked girl, albeit with one hand distorted into a series of razor-sharp claws. Pussy swiped faster than could be seen, and for a moment it looked as if nothing had happened at all, until the elf's bowstring snapped with a musical 'twang,' and then its body fell to the ground in three perfectly sliced pieces.

The dwarf was mere yards away from Rhys, and the knight was too immobilized by a hundred bony arms grabbing at him to evade. Nadia leapt onto a rock, her naked body rising above the battle like a sensual flag, and she began to sway her form with erotic and hateful suggestion. Her body began to radiate heat, glistening with sweat, and her green eyes became orange and yellow like the fires of a forge.

"Remember," she chanted. "Remember the forge." She was speaking towards the dwarf, but her magic was commanding his armor. The heavy plates of volcanic-steel began to grow hot, so hot that began to glow red, and then orange, and rapidly exploding into a blinding shade of yellow. The dwarf's armor combusted with flames, remembering that day it came from the lava-fueled forges of the dwarven volcano-smiths. The heat was too much for the magic holding the zombie together, and as a spout of flame erupted from the dwarf's visor its body was reduced to ash.

Nadia continued to sweep her arms and hips as if dancing, and with every thrust of her hips a low-burning wave of flame swept around Rhys, reducing the animated remains binding him to ash and dust. Rhys broke free and with a few last swings of his sword the last of the zombies were cut down.

There was a heavy, wet thud as a gargoyle's bloody body landed nearby, impaling itself on a jagged rock. Nadia looked up to see that the last of the fliers had been dispatched, and between Liana's spear and Gallant's sharp talons not one of the gargoyles had survived.

Liana brought Gallant in for a landing behind Rhys, who was talking off his helmet and panting with exhaustion. Although he was still a mighty warrior and an even mightier lover, he was not as young as he used to be.

"We have to keep going," Rhys gasped. "We have to get to the Necropolis of Natalia von Nippel before he does. Otherwise . . . otherwise," the knight struggled to stay on his feet, falling to one knee. He had been travelling for many days in full armor and without a steed, and that effort was taking its toll on him.

"We can chase after Graf in the morning," Nadia said, pressing her naked body against the knight's armored chest. "We'll just be marching to our deaths in this state. Let's look for a spot to make camp, alright?" Her green eyes sparkled as she looked up into his handsome, rugged face, and she kissed him gently on the lips.

Liana didn't seem to like that. She scooted her slender body between Rhys and Nadia's heaving breasts, even bumping her hip into Nadia to push her away.

"This criminal is right Sir Rhys," Liana cooed, wrapping her thin arms around his neck. "Why don't we rest for the night? I hear running water nearby. I can help you out of all this armor and we can take a bath together. Won't that feel nice after travelling for so long?"

Liana was wiggling her tight little ass like a horny dancer grinding against a pole for the first time, and Rhys grunted as he tried to suppress his arousal. Nadia could only imagine how much his cock must hurt, no doubt swelling to a thick ten inches of length with so little room in that armored codpiece of his. Rhys looked to Nadia with a look of distress, and there was a clear understanding between them. Rhys wanted to fuck this little tart, he wanted to put her pussy down so hard she wouldn't be able to get up again for days, but if he did that than they'd be short one fighter, and it was obvious that they were going to need everything they could get to fight Graf.

"Liana, sweetie-pie, why don't we let Rhys rest alone? I'll go take a bath with you," Nadia said, wrapping her arms around Liana's slender waist and gently tugging her away from Rhys.

"What?" Liana whined. "But I don't want to be alone with you , you-GUMPH!" Liana choked as Nadia inserted a finger into the girl's mouth.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh. Hush now little baby," Nadia said in the absolute most condescending tone she could possibly manage. "Let's get you out of this slutty little outfit of yours and dunk you in some cold water. I think you need it." No doubt, Nadia thought. The heat coming from between Liana's legs was enough to melt a stick of butter.

Nadia led Liana towards the sound of the water, strongly gripping the young woman's tight buttocks with one hand. She turned around and gave Rhys a suggestive little wink, her saucy body language very clearly saying "Have fun masturbating, stud." Rhys grimaced back. He was already unbuckling his armor to free his turgid cock and flog himself into a state of relief, and he swore to himself that once the amulet was safe and Graf was dealt with, that he was going to fuck those two sluts so hard he'd put them into comas.

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As luck would have it the sound of water led them not to a cold, trickling stream of ice-melt, but instead rewarded them with a steamy, bubbling hot-spring. Nadia gasped and charged forward with such enthusiasm that she actually knocked Liana over, the poor girl landing in a pile of mud. Liana whined about something but Nadia wasn't listening, she was too busy lowering her naked, dirty, sweat-stained body into the soothing waters of the hot-spring, immediately feeling all of her tension melting away.

Liana continued to whine to herself, mumbling about Rhys and Nadia and Zombies, as she shimmied out of her skimpy armor, letting the tiny mithril plates that covered her vulva and nipples slip off. Nadia looked the girl over with a slightly jealous sneer, unable to deny what a fresh little peach she was. Liana's body was spotless and smooth, her skin stretched tight over her slender but toned musculature, and her breasts although small were so perky that the nipples looked ready to jump off. And when Nadia saw the Wyvern-Knight's hairless little pussy her mouth watered. Soft, smooth, and as pink as a piece of candy, it looked too good not to eat. No doubt that tight little sugar-pouch was going to look a lot different once Rhys's fat cock was done with it.

Liana whimpered as she slipped into the hot water, her sensitive skin prickling with goose-bumps before relaxing. There wasn't much room in the pool, and so the two women found themselves practically sitting on top of one another, Liana's golden head resting between Nadia's heaving breasts. Although they were like two ornery bitches fighting over the same bone, for a good while the two beauties were content to just relax and soak, and when the heat of the water began to arouse them Nadia moved her hands over Liana's small breasts and began to massage them, which Liana did not protest despite some restless wiggling. Nadia almost unconsciously let her hands glide lower and lower down Liana's toned stomach, until one hand was cupping the girl's hairless pussy and the other was caressing her own.

Liana let out a soft moan and stiffened in Nadia's grasp. "I . . . I'm going to let Rhys take my virginity tonight," she gasped with relief, her shoulders softening from the joy of finally saying it out loud. The sexual tension that had been building in her body for days had been driving her insane, and although she instinctually understood that only a proper fucking would relieve her pain, she hadn't really admitted it until just now.

Nadia sneered, and started to graze her thumb over Liana's small clit. "Sweetie, do you really think now is the best time for that? The fate of the entire world possibly hangs in the balance of our quest. I'm sure your cherry can wait a few more days."

"No . . . no," Liana sighed dreamily, gently grinding her pussy against Nadia's hand. "I can't wait. What if we're killed, what if we fail? I'm not going to die a virgin. I'm going to crawl into Rhys tent tonight and give myself to him. He won't turn me away. I've seen the way he looks at me. I hear him flogging that big stick of his at night, and I know it's because of me. Poor stud. I'm going to end both of our suffering tonight."

Nadia groaned. She had to talk the little skank out of this somehow. "Honey . . . why don't you let me relieve you? No one knows the secrets of a woman's body like another woman," she said, picking up the pace of her teasing; now gliding her entire palm over Liana's swelling vaginal lips.

Liana moaned and leaned back, pushing her body against Nadia's, but then she pushed Nadia's hands away. She leaned back and gave Nadia a soft kiss, and then emerged from the steaming bath, her body glistening like a stature made of polished copper.

"No. I'm going to Rhys's tent right now and ending this," Liana said, strutting through the fading light with a confident sense of certainty. She picked up the small pieces of her armor but did not put them on, choosing to return camp naked and wafting with steam.

Nadia bit the tip of her thumb to stop from screaming. There had to be some way of stopping this little slut from ruining everything, and it wasn't just the quest Nadia was worried about. She had never been jealous before when Rhys took some other woman to bed, mostly because Nadia took plenty to bed herself, but when she was with Rhys she wanted it to just be the two of them. They were lovers, they were equals, and every other bitch involved was just a fun little toy for the night, meant to be played with, broken, and then thrown away. It seemed that Liana was becoming something of a pupil for Rhys, and if he popped her cherry there was no doubt in Nadia's mind that they would begin a serious, personal, and deeply sexual relationship with one another.

There had to be something she could do . . . and there was. Nadia snapped her fingers and laughed wickedly to herself.

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Liana was just around the bend from camp, where Rhys and that big cock of his were waiting. She could faintly hear him masturbating; strong, masculine grunts echoing in the cannon along with the sound of a heavy piece of wood being vigorously polished. Liana licked her lips and giggled a little. She knew Rhys was about to get something a lot more satisfying than a gruff climax provoked from self-flagellation.

"Oh Liana," a mocking voice came from being. "I think I've found someone even more suited to pop that little pink cherry of yours."

Liana groaned and turned around, not at all surprised to see Nadia standing there naked and with a saucy pose at the other end of the crevice, except there was the most disturbing and sadistic smile on her face as well. And then Liana saw what was behind Nadia. Gallant!

Her wyvern was treading forward on its furled wings and bow-legs, slithering slightly across the rocky ground like a giant crocodile. There was something wrong with him though. His eyes which were usually dark green were now milky and opaque. He was breathing heavily, and his heavy tongue dangled from his fang-filled maw, slathered with copious aments of sticky saliva. Then he reared up, and Liana saw the most horrifying thing of all: Gallant's erect penis. Her wyvern had always been mightily hung, like a champion horse, but she had never seen her beast this aroused. Three feet of bulging, pulsing flesh protruded from the beast's groin, the leathery foreskin pulled so far back that it looked ready to snap.

"Gallant . . . Gallant!" Liana cried. "What's wrong? What did you do to him, you bitch!" Liana yelled at Nadia, instinctually reaching for her spear, but she had left it at camp. She gasped realizing that she was naked as well, and without her armor she'd have no protection from Nadia's magic.

"Oh, I just let all of his sexual tension out," Nadia snickered. " A little hypnotism and any living thing can become a horny fuck-freak. I figured why should you be the only one to have fun tonight, slut?"

Liana quickly tried to slip her armor back on, but Nadia was so much faster than her. The sorceress snapped her fingers and Liana felt her body being lifted into the air, only to be slammed back into the ground. Liana barked in pain as her she let go of her armor. Although there were tears in her eyes she looked up to see Nadia squatting above her, the witch's wet pussy hovering not far about her face.

"Don't fight it sweetie. I know you want this," Nadia snickered, leaning down and forcing a humiliating, tongue-filled kiss onto the slender knight. Liana wanted to bite down but she was too stunned, and before she could react Nadia pulled away with a wet 'smack' and then spat their mixed saliva across Liana's face.

Nadia stood back up and grabbed Liana's golden hair, dragging her up into a standing position, only to then violently throw her against a waist-high mound of grassy earth, the knight's pristine breasts sinking into the mud while her perky buttocks rose above her head. It was in this compromising position that Nadia held her, pushing down against Liana's back while roughly exploring between the knight's legs with her other hand. Nadia cupped Liana's vagina again and squeezed it, provoking forth a gush of juice as if she were squeezing an orange. Nadia brought her wet fingers up to her lips and licked them, sucking the sweet sex from her fingers with relish.

"Mmmm," Nadia hummed. My, aren't you delicious, and so wet. Good thing too, because I don't think all the lube and grease in the world could prepare a woman for a monster like that," she said referring to Gallant's three feet of gut-busting brutality, "so you're probably going to need all the help you can get."

Liana looked over her shoulder with big, tear-filled blue eyes and saw that Gallant was now looming over them both, his furled wings propping against the crevice wall, his battering-ram of a dick hanging above her naked body. A single drop of pre-cum oozed out of the tip of his urethra and fell onto Liana's back, and she gasped at how hot it was, her skin almost scorching from the sexual fluid.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" Liana cried, looking up into Nadia's sadistic face in desperate terror.

"You mean other than the fact that I'm a total bitch?" Nadia snickered. "Well there is one other reason," she said, grabbing a handful of Liana's hair and then slamming her face-first into the muddy grass. "Because . . . Rhys . . . is . . . MINE!!"

Nadia grabbed Liana's wrists and plunged them deep into the mud, using her magic to bury them half-way up to her elbows, and then hardening the earth around her so that it became less like mud and more like hard, sucking clay. Nadia slipped free easily though, but Liana was left bound to the earth with her ass up and legs kicked wide up, leaving her juicy pink cherry defenseless.

Nadia crawled on tip of Liana's back and leaned down, shoving her mouth against Liana's pussy and taking long, hard licks with her devilish tongue, provoking a further flood of juice from the slender girl. She then leaned back up and took a hold of Gallant mammoth cock, the helmet of which nearly as big as a cantaloupe. The meat was so thick and stiff that it really did feel like she was holding a piece of wood, but she stroked it anyway and kissed the tip, running tongue along the long cum-slit, and scooping a small dollop of wyvern pre-cum into her mouth. It was hot, very hot, but strangely tasty. She didn't swallow it though, instead preferring to turn around and spit it out across the back of Liana's head, soaking her hair with the sticky spunk.
Nadia pulled the wyvern's cock down, straining with all her might to guide the hypnotized beast to the exact spot she wanted him, and she pulled the fat head against the ludicrously undersized opening of Liana's precious virginity. Instincts took over then, and Gallant bucked forward, but his cock was too thick to penetrate and all he accomplished was slamming Liana further into the mud. He bucked again, and then time Nadia heard the sound of feminine muscles stretching, expanding, and maybe even breaking.

"Oh shit," Liana cried. "Rhys! RHYS!! Help me!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the rocks, and then suddenly bouncing back.

"Sorry bitch," Nadia laughed, "but I summoned a wall of silence between you and the camp. Rhys won't be able to hear you, but you'll be able to hear us."

Liana looked up with a broken face of betrayal.

"That's right, you flat-chested joke. I'm going to go fuck Rhys and drain all that stubborn spunk he has been building up for the last few weeks looking at your tiny little ass. I'm going to make him forget all about you, and then he and I will stop Graf together. But hey . . . at least you won't be a virgin anymore."

Nadia laughed and slipped off of Liana's body, slapping the girl across the back of the head as a final gesture of contempt. The magic that had been holding Gallant back was now slipping away, and Nadia did nothing to restore it. Restraining a beast was hard, unnatural even, but letting the beast loose was easy, and fun. Nadia snapped her fingers and something with Gallant's brain snapped along with it, his body suddenly saturating with sexual hormones and adrenaline. He roared, his voice so deep Nadia could feel it vibrating in her chest, and then he began to buck, grind and slam, working the preposterous head of his cock into Liana's tight pussy.

"Shit . . . shit no . . . oh fu-fu-FFFUUUUUUUCK!!" Liana screamed, her big blues eye bulging and gushing with tears. There was a wet popping sound, like a bunch of grapes being hit with a hammer, and a small trickle of pinkish blood dripped from Liana's pussy.

"AAAAAGGHHH!!" screamed Liana, a virgin no longer.

Gallant thrusting became slower, but more focused, and with every small gyration he dug himself a couple inches deeper, until an entire foot of cook was buried within the slender knight's toned body, and once it got that deep it would go no deeper. Still Gallant continued to thrust, and Liana's mind went vacant from the overwhelming sensation of being penetrating so deeply and so powerfully. Her body lapsed between moments of stiffening and relaxing, and when a steady trickle of cum started to leak from her broken pussy Nadia knew her work was done.

Strutting back into camp, Nadia came to Rhys's tent, from which the sounds of a mine desperately trying to achieve orgasm were emanating. Silly Rhys. As godly of a lover he was, he was a complete ignoramus at masturbation, and usually only ended up getting himself hornier and hornier without any chance of release. That's what happened to studs that got actual sex from such a young age. Nadia giggled a little as she slipped into his tent, took a hold of his cock, and took control.

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Nadia and Rhys fucked like two gods battling for dominance, and they went at it for hours. No words were spoken from the moment the auburn-haired sorceress slithered in way into his tent and took a hold of his massive cock into her talented hands and mouth, no words were needed. Just as Nadia had predicted, Rhys had beat himself into an iron-hard state, his cock engorged to nearly a foot and as thick around as one of her ankles, the thick skin pulsing with veins and his heavy balls inflating with the need for release. At first he had wanted to ask about Liana, but the moment Nadai wrapped her warm breasts around the thick base of his cock and sucked down the bulbous head like a piece of candy all thoughts of the world outside the tent were banished from Rhys's mind.

Never submissive though, Rhys eventually grew bored being serviced. He grabbed Nadia by her hair and flung her to the ground, plunged his thumb into her anus and lifted her ass so high up off the ground she was almost standing on her forehead, and in that position he sunk his cock into her sobbing flower until his balls were battering against her clit. Nadia squealed in delight as Rhys fucked her with violent power, the sound of his cock pulverizing her cunt like something one would expect would come from an inquisitor's torture chamber rather than sex.

Grabbing her tits he lifted her up and took a wide stance, fucking her in a standing position while her legs flailed off of the ground, slipping helplessly against his rock-hard thighs. Nadia had her first explosive orgasm in that position, and her cum burst from her assaulted cunt like a broken water-faucet.

"Stupid bitch," Rhys grunted, pulling her hair to snarl dominantly in her gasping, smiling face. "You're getting my tent wet. I guess I'll just have to fuck you outside, like the animal you are."

Rhys slung her over his shoulder and strode out of the tent, his mighty cock waving in front of his body like a heavy club. In the middle of the crevice was a soft patch of ground covered in fresh grass and with barely any mud. Rhys came to it and unceremoniously dumped Nadia onto the ground there, her body landing with a thud and her breasts jiggling from the impact. She was smiling drunkenly as she struggled on her knees, but she wasn't going fast enough, so Rhys grabbed her hair again and then slammed her mouth onto his cock, plunging its full length done her throat until his balls were slapping against her chin. She choked and gagged from the sudden skull-fucking, but Rhys held her tight and just let her spit and slobber over his shaft while her cheeks started to turn blue.

He pulled her off, the head of his cock coming free with a loud 'POP' and a small explosion of spit that drenched Nadia's breasts. He pushed her down and mounted her, smothering her with a hot kiss while he prepared for entry, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He moved his head down to her breasts, and began to suck them as he entered her, fucking her in a simple but satisfying missionary position.

Nadia leaned back and moaned, looking up into the broken face of Liana, whose comatose state was shaken slightly by the sight of the man she was so infatuated with fucking the woman she so hated. They were only about a yard apart, but the wall of silence Nadia had summoned stopped any of Gallant's roars or brutal, pussy-breaking thrusts from being heard, and it would keep Rhys from seeing Liana in her defeated state. Nadia knew full well though that Liana could hear them both just fine, and so when she climaxed again she made sure to scream Rhys's name so loud the gods could hear.

Rhys finally came not long after, roaring mightier than even Gallant could as he filled Nadia's pussy with a week's worth of back-up tension, his cock gushing so much that he had to pull out and grab it with both hands, directing the rapid stream over Nadia's breasts and face, who moaned happily as she rubbed it into her skin.

Gallant came at the same time, his orgasm so explosive that it erupted from Liana's pussy like a flood of rotten milk, a sticky wave of it splashing across her back. One last spark of sanity was lit in her big blue eyes, and she screamed, but Rhys heard nothing, and Nadia only giggled. Liana's eyes went dull and rolled back, and she collapsed into the mud, unconscious.

Rhys collapsed next to Nadia, his muscled body twitching like an exhausted warhorse, and only after a full hour of rest and post-coitus cuddling with Nadia did he manage to ask ". . . where is Liana?"

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"Nadia . . . fuck you," Rhys grumbled as he looked over the sloppy, sticky travesty that was Liana. The sun was just coming up, and its warm yellow light sparkled over the thick glaze of dried wyvern-cum that still plastered her hair and lower back. Her pussy was so wide Nadia could have slipped her fist into it, but she was clean. Pussy-pocket was kneeling between the Wyvern-Knight's legs and licking at the loosened folds with enthusiasm.

"Wow," Pussy exclaimed, turning around while licking her lips. "Who knew that wyvern semen was so tasty? I could eat this va-jay-jay all day!"

Rhys grabbed Pussy by the nape of her neck and flung her away. She landed on her feet (as cats are inclined to do) hissed, and then darted off.

Rhys refused to look at Nadia, instead continuing to gaze down at the gaping hole that had once been Liana's pink cherry, and at the comatose young woman who had been such a powerful warrior. Nadia kept trying to laugh it off and wrap her arms around Rhys, but he pushed her away. He couldn't be that mad, Nadia hoped. She did this kind of thing all the time. Rhys was supposed to love that sadistic mischievousness of hers; it was one of her best qualities.

"Rhys?" Nadia asked, sounding almost a little whiney. "You can't really be that mad . . . can you?"

"I am," he grumbled, still not looking at her. "I'm mad because of just how fucking selfish you are, how evil you are. I'm mad that we wasted an entire night playing games while the necromancer is probably already at the Necropolis, and now the entire world will have to deal with another existential threat, all because you couldn't go without one night without fucking everyone over."

Nadia felt a little bad (not really), but all she really cared about was keeping Rhys. The rest of the world was on its own. "So . . . you're not mad about the whole . . . you know . . . hypnotizing her own wyvern to fuck her brains out thing . . . are you?"

Rhys's shoulders slumped and he looked up at the sky. "Yeah . . . and I'm angry at myself for being such a pussy-hound that the only thing I've cared about for the last few weeks was popping this girl's cherry. I've wanted to fuck this little minx since the moment her mother first introduced us, but that might have been awkward, seeing as how I was already banging her mom while her father was out travelling. Still . . . I was saving her . . . she was going to be a treat."

This time when Nadia approached he didn't push her away, and she hugged him. He wasn't in his full armor yet, just a long shirt and breeches, which she quickly sunk her hand into and took a firm grip of his big cock, which even soft was a hefty six inches of plump meat. It only took a few strokes to pump him back to full mast, and although it wasn't the raging phallus it had been the night before, it was still enough to knock the daylights out of any woman who wasn't ready for it.

"Well, you know," Nadia whispered into his ear, "she does have one virgin hole left."

Nadia giggled and glided her body across Rhys's, climbing on top of Liana's body as she had the night before, her large butt firmly planted on the girl's slender back. Nadia smiled wickedly as she took two firm handfuls of the girl's tight buttocks and pried them open, revealing a tight little hole that had never been touched by any man, woman, or toy before, and from the looks of how perfectly clean it was, maybe it had never been touched by shit either.

Nadia spat onto Liana's anus and leaned down, working her tongue around the impossibly tight little hole, trying to lube it up for Rhys, but even her serpentine tongue was having trouble wiggling its way in. Nadia lifted up one hand and gave Liana a sharp spank, hoping the stimulation would loosen her up a bit.

Rhys was enjoying what he was seeing. His pants were already down around her ankles and he held his cock in both hands like he did with his bastard-sword. Nadia egged him forward and took a hold of his cock as well, one hand stroking the shaft while the other squeezed his heavy balls. She popped the helmet into her mouth and gave it a quick and sloppy blowjob, certain to work as much slobber over it as she could.

"Uh . . . uh . . . Rhys?" a pathetic little voice cried out.

Nadia looked back to see that Liana was regaining consciousness, her pretty face stained with tears and matted with sticky semen-soaked hair. Even though she looked like a shitty hot mess, Lianna had the natural beauty and effervescent youth to make even that look attractive.

"Rhys . . . are you here to save me?" Liana asked with a stupid shred of hope on her face.

Rhys took a firm grip of her left ass-cheek and pried it open, shoving his thumb against her anus to break it open and guide his bulbous cockhead inside. "No," he said gruffly. "Not exactly, kid."

Liana had enough time to gasp before Rhys plunged in, forcing all ten inches of his cock up her virgin rectum, her body once again stretching to accommodate such a large and powerful invader. The first four or five inches sunk in quickly, but as the lube ran out every inch after that as a struggle, but Rhys wasn't a quitter, and Liana wasn't going anywhere.

"AH!" Liana cried, once again pushed to edge of sanity. "Oh shit . . . fuck . . . oh fuck IT HURTS!"

Nadia felt Liana stiffening beneath her, and the sorceress began to slide her vagina back and forth against the girl's spine, pleasuring herself while Rhys worked in the last few inches of his massive shaft. Sensing his trouble, Nadia leaned down and began to spit onto Liana's asshole, working the saliva with her fingers along the rest of Rhys's shaft, lubing it up as much as possible. Rhys grunted with impatience, and her grabbed one of Nadia's large breasts just to toss her aside.

"Hey!" Nadia whined as she rolled to the ground, but the sight of Rhys's flexing buttocks was enough to sedate her, and she quickly kneeled behind him and dove forward, running her tongue along the underside of his balls. Even if this subservient position she chuckled dominantly, knowing her oral prying was provoking Rhys to fuck Liana's tight little ass all the harder.

"Oh gods . . . Rhys . . . please, ouch, please," Liana whimpered, her breath becoming huskier and deeper. "So . . . so fucking thick . . . so . . . mmmmm."

Rhys held Liana by her slender waist, but he reached up and yanked on her ruined golden hair, making her yelp like a little bitch. Her asshole was now stretched around the thickest part of his cock, right at the base near the balls, and Rhys was ready to start pumping.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Rhys's fat cock slid in and out of the tight little hole with wet friction, every thrust back in hitting her so hard that his balls would slap against her clit, and his iron-hard abs would spank her buttocks. On every thrust he'd pull her hair as well, forcing her slender body to back up into the impact, causing the wide helmet of his weapon to strike at her deepest recesses.

"Oh . . . oh . . . oh," Liana grunted. "Oh fuck . . . oh fuck . . . oh fuck . . .," but it wasn't pain in her voice anymore. "FUCK YES! FUCK YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

Her body wiggled and then stiffened, he vaginal flower suddenly retracting, and then exploding with a wave of watery girl-cum, all of it splashing across Rhys's legs and Nadia's breasts. Liana's squirt lasted a few seconds, but the orgasm that followed seem to last for minutes as Rhys continued to pound her, no doubt striking her g-spot from the other end.

"OH GODS, RHYS! YES! SAVE ME!" Liana screamed joyously, straining to look over her shoulder and see the champion who was so thoroughly fucking the shit out of her. Liana's blue eyes were half-lidded and sparkling, her pink tongue was wiggling out from her candied lips, and every inch of her body wiggling with excitement.

Nadia felt that this was as good a time as any to end it. She gripped both of Rhys's apricot-sized testicles in one hand and squeezed, while probing his anus with her middle finger from the other. Peeking in, she found his prostate and began to jab it at, all the while squeezing his balls.

"AAAGGH!" Rhys screamed, pulling Liana back for one last brutal slam, his already thick cock expanding to an even greater girth as it filled with a sudden gush of semen. When it splashed inside of Liana she squalled like a little girl, her back arching up so high her spine looked ready to snap, and the look on her face gave the impression that her mind had broken again as well.

The tight confines of her anus did not offer enough room for Rhys's massive nut, so he pulled out, unsheathing his ten inches of cock so fast that he nearly tore Liana inside-out in the process, and his hard buttocks smacked Nadia in the face, throwing to the ground in a daze.

Rhys pulled on Liana's hair so hard that the magic binding her wrists into the mud actually broke, and her body came up with an explosion of wet earth. Rhys spun her around, forcing her to kneel in front of his erupting geyser, and he ejaculated the last of his gushing orgasm onto her face, nearly filling her mouth in the process. She managed to swallow a little, but she was so tired and weakened from the two bouts against massive dicks that she was now barely conscious. With a sleepy, semi-retarded look on her face she kissed the underside of Rhys's cock, and then slipped to the ground insensible.

Rhys stood like an angry god over the two senseless women, their naked bodies panting in the dirt, his massive cock finally deflating from its engorged rage, and he sighed.

"Wonderful . . . the whole world is coming to an end because I couldn't keep it in my pants."

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"There it is," Rhys said mostly to himself, "the Necropolis of Natalia von Nippel."

At the top of the mountain rage was a great crater many miles across, and within its lush micro-ecosystem had once been the Duchy of Nippel, a small but vibrant community. But that was many generations ago and now the wilderness and retaken all of the churches and small cottages, turning the buildings into triangular tuffs of grass and vines. Nature had conquered everything here, everything except for one massive structure. Rising like a jagged black crown over the rest of the duchy was a tall, spindly castle, black and lifeless, where not even a blade of grass dared approach.

There was movement around the castle though, a seething ocean of living death. Zombies, thousands (maybe even tens of thousands) of them, all shambling around the castle's every corner, and above the castle's many spires and tall windows floated the twisted shapes of gargoyles and vultures.

"Damn it," Rhys groaned. "Graf is already inside. He may even already have the other half of the amulet."

"Uh . . . wha-," Nadia groaned, just now regaining consciousness.

Rhys had propped both her and Liana together onto Gallant's saddle after washing and redressing them, putting one of his own shirts over Nadia's naked body. Although he had considered it a great waste of time he had even shampooed Liana's hair to get all the wyvern semen out. Liana was still knocked out, but Nadia's blow to the head from Rhys's rock-hard ass had been only enough to disable her for about an hour.

As Nadia realized where she was she squeaked a bit, noticing an unconscious Liana leaned against her, and a rather unhappy wyvern directly beneath her. Gallant rumbled, and Nadia practically skipped off of him and ran to Rhys's side. As she did so a black shadow slithered its way back up from the duchy below. The shadow took the form of Pussy as a lithe, naked young woman.

"There's no way inside," Pussy hissed. "Every doorway has a mile of zombies blocking it, and every window is guarded by a gargoyle. I found some underground tunnels, but they're stuffed with zombies as well."

"Then we've lost," Rhys said, holding his face in his armored hands. "It would take a hundred armies to cleave through all those zombies."

Nadia took his arm. "What if we rode Gallant over the building and I blasted a hole in the roof?"

"Gallant won't fly unless Liana commands him, and she's . . .," (way too fucked to even walk) Rhys thought.
Nadia bit her lip and looked around. There had to be something they could do . . . and there was. Her green eyes lingered on Liana's silver-mithril spear, the once she could summon with a wave of her hand.

"I have an idea," Nadia said. "But you are going to have to trust me."

Rhys gave her a cynical look that clearly said 'I don't trust you,' but he was desperate. He nodded.

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Graf stood over the tomb of Natalia von Nippel, chanting, reciting, casting, conjuring, summoning, mystifying, and doing just about every damn thing he Nadia had ever taught him to do, but not of it was working. The Countess's massive sarcophagus was made of some shiny black material, like obsidian but heavier, and after hours of his zombies banging away at it with pickaxes and spades they hadn't even managed to put a dent in it. The solution had to be magical, but nothing he did seemed to have an effect either.

(Here . . . here . . . the other half of the amulet is here) the voices in his head kept whispering, the ones he had started hearing the moment he had stolen the amulet from Nadia, that evil bitch. (Restore the amulet . . . combine the halves . . . and you shall be . . . rewarded).

Graf sighed and hopped down from the sarcophagus. Picking through a paper bag he had brought with him for lunch, he took out a small sandwich and decided to take a short break. He was certain he had all the time in the world. It wasn't as if anyone could make it past all the zombies he had collected.

(Hey! Get back to work!) The voices in Graf's head told him.

"I will when I'm done eating," he mumbled in response, taking a bite of his sandwich.

"Master," a new voice said. "Master we have found something . . . master . . . found something . . . found something." One of Graf's money zombies came shambling in, its disgusting face oozing with puss and worms. It was followed by several other zombies dragging something behind them.

"What is it?" Graf asked, hoping it wasn't other dead horse or something stupid. The zombies would occasionally bring him things to resurrect, and a few of them had gotten it into their heads that if a zombie could ride a zombie horse, then they would essentially become a zombie-knight, or something like that.

"Girl, master . . . pretty, pretty girl," the zombie croaked.

The zombie was right. The girl they were dragging in was beautiful. Flawless white skin, slender waist, toned musculature, a cute ass and a pair of small but incredibly perky tits. Her face was perfect with pixie-like nose and high cheekbones, not to mention a pair of sparkling pink lips like two pierces of wet candy. Her flowing blonde hair was golden yellow, even in this massive dark hall of the Necropolis. She was naked, except for some rages wrapped around her waist, and although she clearly wasn't a virgin (in fact it looked like she had recently been gang-raped by a couple of horses) her hairless pussy aroused Graf none the less.

"Will you kill her master?" The zombie asked. "Kill her and make her one of us . . . one of us . . . one of us."

(Yes . . . kill her now) the voices agreed.

"NO!" Graf screamed. This was the most beautiful woman he had ever come across since Nadia herself, but whereas Nadia had turned out to be a complete bitch, this girl looked softer, gentler, more understanding. She might even be grateful to Graf for 'saving' her . . . from the zombies . . . which were his to begin with . . . but still. She might be willing to become his girlfriend even.

"Leave her with me," Graf ordered to his, shooing them away with a wave of his hand.

The zombies stubbornly shambled out, leaving their master with the unconscious girl.

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"Where . . . where am I?" Liana mumbled weakly, struggling onto her elbows. Last thing she remembered was Rhys holding her by her hair, pulling her face around so he could ejaculate into her mouth. She licked her lips but the taste was gone, and the salty smell of sex had been washed from her body. Her loins still hurt, a lot, but the dull ache left by Rhys was strangely satisfying, and she wanted more of it.

"You're in the Necropolis of Natalia von Nippel," the voice of a young man told her. "I save you . . . from the zombies . . . yep!"

Liana's heart nearly stopped as she turned around, certain she was about to be confronted with the imposing from of an ancient and powerful necromancer, but instead all she saw was a young man no older than her (and slightly shorter actually) wearing a black cloak. The hood of the cloak was down, revealing an adorable feminine face with big blue eyes and a shaggy head of spiky black hair. Around the young man's neck was half of a broken amulet, bearing an elegantly fashioned succubus wielding a sword?

If Liana was smart she would have kept her mouth shut then, but she wasn't terribly smart, and she was still very dazed and confused. "Where's Rhys . . . where's Gallant?"

"Who are they? Your boyfriends," Graf grumbled sourly.

"And where's Nadia?"

Graf's eyes went big. "Nadia! Nadia Méchant!" He reached into his robes and put his hand on the grip of a dagger in his belt, not that Liana could see. "Are you friends with Nadia Méchant?"

If Liana had said 'yes' Graf would have slit her throat. Luckily she answered honestly.

"No! I hate Nadia! She's evil! She . . . she raped me! I'd like to see her finally get what's coming to her, the fat bitch!"

Graf breathed a sigh of relief and let go of his dagger. "Well, if you're an enemy of Nadia Méchant than we can be friends," he said putting on hand on her thigh, gently groping her. "Good friends."

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Meanwhile, on the crater's edge above the Necropolis, Nadia, Rhys, and Pussy were all holding on to each other while sitting on top of Gallant's saddle. There wasn't much room, so Pussy had to stay in her kitten form, and No matter how Nadia wiggled, her cunt was always being pressed against the hard edge of the leather saddle. Gallent continted to rumble and groan underneath them, but he was too well trained to buck them off. Unfortuntly, he was too well trained to fly without Liana's express orders either.

"What are we doing up here Nadia?" Rhys complained. "And why the fuck did you drop Liana where those zombies could find her?"

"Trust me, stud," Nadia said, keeping an eye on Liana's magical spear. "Trust me."

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Liana stiffened awkwardly when Graf forced a kiss on her, his petite body climbing on top of hers.

"What are you doing?" Liana yelled, pushing the little guy away, although his hands continued to grope her small breasts.

Graf's girlish face looked betrayed. "I just thought . . . that you know . . . since we both hate Nadia . . . and I did save your life . . . that you'd just want to . . . you know . . ."

"What?" Liana couldn't stop herself from snickering. "Have sex?"

"Well," Graf looked close to crying. "Yeah."

Liana's candied lips quivered with suppressed laughter. Her . . . fuck him? Ridiculous! It wasn't that Graf wasn't attractive; he was, but only in a 'cute' sort of way. Graf was about as cute as her little sister was, and she didn't want to fuck her little sister anymore than she wanted to fuck Graf. Liana liked men, strong me, rugged men, men who stank of hard work and aftershave, men who had muscle and scars and body-hair. Graf only had about 1/10th of the manhood necessary to get Liana's pussy wet, and that still only made him about 1/100th of the man that Rhys was.

"Look, kid," Liana said to Graf, even though they were the same age, "I may hate Nadia, but I'm not interested in hooking up with you, but-" (but I am interested in getting that amulet away from you, then Rhys will love me for sure) she thought. "But how about you show me what you got?" she said with a sly, sexual smile on her face.

"You mean-"

"Let's get naked, baby," Liana said, trying to sound genuine.

Liana tore away the rags around her waist, and then leaned against Natalia von Nippel's sarcophagus with her ass popped out, looking like every boy's paragon of the perfect girl. She giggled insincerely and wiggled her ass, which nearly caused Graf to pop his nut right there.

With clumsy excitement, the petite young man shuffled out of his black robes, undid he belt, and emerged as naked as the day he was born, except the amulet, Liana noticed. He didn't take the amulet off.

Liana looked his body over and couldn't decide if she should laugh or cry. Like his face his body was cute, but Liana didn't think that cute was sexy. His chest was flat and hairless, his limbs smooth and without definition, and most pitiful of all was the three inches of erect pee-pee sticking up from a little pink sack that didn't deserve the title of 'scrotum.'

"Um . . . well . . . come and get it," Liana said, faking a smile.

Graf practically jumped her and popped one of her pink nipples into his mouth, sucking more like a baby than a dominant lover, the way Rhys did, and Graf was humping her leg like a horny puppy. Liana reached down and grabbed his ass, which was surprisingly plump, and held him close. Her other hand glided up his back toward the amulet.

"Suck my cock!" Graf yelled excitedly, pulling her hair and forcing her to her knees.

Liana groaned when face with the little pink acorn, but she put it onto her mouth and sucked on it anyway, much to Graf's delight, although for her it was more like chewing a flavorless piece of rubber than sucking an actual cock . . . like Rhys's.

Liana was only about this 'blowjob' for a minute before Graf whimpered and wiggled out of her mouth.

"I'm . . . I'm close to cumming," he said, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

"Already?" Liana gasped in disgust and surprise. Rhys gave her three multiple orgasms before he had finished. Graf hadn't even stimulated her.

She stood up and Graf pushed her onto the sarcophagus, her legs flying wide open, revealing the very loosened folds of her once tight pink flower. Graf plunged in, all three inches of his pee-pee popping in without any resistance, so much so that Liana barely even felt him. For Graf though, the sensation of her silky soft insides and warm, wet embrace was too much, and her began to immediately spurt out a watery climax of insubstantial cum.

"That . . . that was amazing," Graf said, blushing.

"Fuck this," Liana groaned, grabbing for the amulet. Her hand closed around it and she was ready to just rip it off of his neck, but a bolt of fiery energy jolted through her body, shocking her and knocking her back.

(She's after the amulet, you fool! Destroy her!) the voices screamed.

Graf was panting in fear in betrayal, but also in pain, for much of the dark energy that had attacked Liana had also jolted through his own body as well.

Graf began to chant a spell, his eyes glazed over with an oily black sheen, and infernal red fire began to grow in his open palms. He was going to strike the life out of Liana, stopping her heart cold with a single spell, but leaving her body untouched. She was going to be his very special, very personal zombie.

But Liana had her own trick. Raising her hand in the air she yelled "RETURN!" and there was a boom of thunder in the sky above so great that the windows in the Necropolis rattled. The dark stained windows flashed with light, and the screams of several gargoyles could be heard as they were impaled by a flying spear.

Liana's mithril spear blasted through the ceiling above with such power that it left a gaping hole large enough for a wyvern to fit through, and when the silver-flashing weapon came into her grasp its magical blade struck the sarcophagus's lid with the power of a lightning-bolt, cracking it, and allowing it to fall open.

Liana looked inside the tomb and screamed.

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Liana's scream echoed all the way up through the Necropolis and out into the air, for enough for Gallant to hear. With a sudden flap of its bat-like wings the wyvern roared into the air, taking Nadia, Rhys, and Pussy-pocket with it. The zombie horde below saw what was happening, but there was little they could do but snarl and hiss in all their thousands, and there were too few gargoyles to offer any real resistance. Those that got close were either ripped apart by Gallant's teeth, blasted out of the sky by Nadia's magic, and the unlucky few that got closer than that were decapitated by Rhys's sword.

Seeing the gaping hole in the roof of the Necropolis, Gallant furled its wings and dove in to save his mistress, caring little whether or not the three strangers riding him would survive the decent.

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Gallant landed hard, sending Nadia and Rhys rolling to the hard floor where the landed uncomfortably, but alive. Gallant smelled new meat, and he turned on Graf (who was naked and shivering) and roared. Graf shrunk back like a coward and tried to push himself into a small niche in the wall.

"That's the necromancer?" Rhys asked, sounding incredulous but unsheathing his bastard-sword all the same.

"Well, that's Graf," Nadia shrugged, dismissing her former student as she always had before. "But hold on, his amulet his missing!"

"She took it!" Graf screamed, pointing to what looked like a shattered sarcophagus. "She's got the full amulet!"

Gallant instinctually stepped back, and behind him Rhys and Nadia saw Liana, standing there naked, with her spear in one hand and the amulet in another, both of its halves magical reformed into a single whole. There was an uncanny wind blowing about her body, and her golden blonde hair seemed to be tinged a shade of red, and her eyes (once blue) were now glowing like two rubies set aflame.

"I live again!" Liana roared in a voice that was not her own. "My spirit has found a new vessel, and this pathetic pawn has provided me with an army of the undead. Today, my war begins again. Today, the reign of Natalia von Nippel begins anew."

"Oh shit," Nadia gasped.

The sound of wood snapping and iron hinges breaking alerted her that the zombies were coming, and within seconds the room began to swell with them, hundreds of them, pouring in like a tidal-wave of moldy bones and rusty weapons.

Rhys decapitated the first three to approach him, but they were about to be replaced by another thirty. "We can't fight this many!" he yelled. He was right.

"Rhys! You take Liana!" Nadia yelled, ripping the shirt off of her body so she could be naked again (she felt closer to her magic if she was naked). "She's possessed, but her soul is still in there. If you can wake her up we can get the amulet off, and she likes you more than anyone else here. Pussy and I will hold the zombies back!"

Nadia swept her arms through the air and summoned waves of fire, disintegrating dozens of zombies at a time, or with a thrust of her hips she's raise a sudden tangle of vines from the ground, bursting through the marble floor and trapping zombies in their place.

Pussy dashed through every gap she could, slashing out with razor-sharp claws and accurate kicks, knocking skulls off of their bodies, and leaving some zombies falling to pieces. Even for a demon though, her powers were limited, and when she emerged from the fray there were a dozen small scraps on her body that burned her very soul. If she took too much damage her physical form would be destroyed, and her spirit would return to Hell. If that happened Nadia wasn't sure if she would ever be able to summon her again, not with Pussy's father down in Hell still, waiting for his wayward daughter to come home.

Rhys charged at the possessed Liana, but his attack lacked conviction. He didn't want to hurt her, and that indecision hurt him. He swung his sword and she defended with her spear, taking the blow and snickering at its weakness. The naked girl kicked him in the chest, her power so great now that she left a dent in his breastplate. Rhys rolled and landed on his feet, and this time he had to raise his weapon to block a blow from her spear. She hit hard, the force of it knocking him back even further.

Like a ballerina Liana spun through the air, striking at him with her spear at every turn, slicing the leather bands that held his armor together, striking at the dent in his chest, hoping to pierce it. She laughed, swung her spear like a club, and knocked his bastard-sword form his hands. She stabbed again, and this time the spear went right through the side of armor, cutting the side of abdomen.

"AARGH!" Rhys yelled.

Liana lifted him off the ground with her spear as if he weighed no more than a toy, and then pinned him against the wall. Her glowing red face smiled up at him, getting so close he could smell Liana's sweat breath.

"Your blood," Liana said in that zombie-voice, the one that was really Natalia's. "I recognize the smell of your blood. You're a Faulkner, aren't you? It was one of your clan that put me in that fucking sarcophagus, and bound my soul to the amulet. Well . . . I am going to enjoy torturing you, you pathetic, weak-"

Rhys interrupted her by grabbing the back of her head and pulling her forward, smothering her with a kiss, his strong tongue pushing her pink lips apart and dominating her. The kiss lasted a long time, and when it ended Liana's eyes were not so red, nor was her hair.

"Rhys?" Liana asked, in her own voice.

It was working. Rhys pulled the spear out of his armor, even though it cut him deeper, and he pushed Liana against what remained of the sarcophagus. His armored hand gripped her perky ass so hard it made her squeal, and his other hand massage you young breasts in a way that made her head dizzy. He kissed her again, this time biting her lip and pushing her down.

"Rhys . . . oh gods . . . what's happening?" Liana asked, tears rolling out of her blue eyes.

"Shut up and spread you legs," Rhys commanded rather harshly.

Liana obeyed with an anxious smile, leaning back over a large chunk of black stone, even though they could all hear the spirit of Natalia screaming in rage, but apparently the spirit of a long dead hag wasn't as powerful as a young woman's sex-drive.

Rhys kneeled while unclasping his codpiece and spanked Liana's inner-thigh, causing her to squeak and then giggle. He lowered his mouth to her pink flower and did something no man had ever down to her before: he ate her pussy like it the most delicious thing in the world. Liana's little gasp of surprise was followed by deep moans of pleasure, and not long after that breathless screams of ecstasy.

By the time Rhys was pulling his cock out Liana was already shivering with a series of small but overlapping orgasms, every joint in her body melting like wax. The moment she saw his elephant trunk hanging out of his armor she dove for it, sucking it clumsily like an amateur but with all the enthusiasm of a horny young slut, and the soft flesh of her candied lips was more than enough to get Rhys up to his full length, ten inches of cock hanging over Liana's head like an executioner's weapon.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her back, slamming her mouth down on his cock, forcing her to suck it as deep as she could without gagging (which was only about six inches) but when her gagging subsided her worked the rest in, and when her perfect chin came to rest in the salty leather of his scrotum she looked up at him with her big blue eyes and smiled as much as she could.

She would have continued to pleasure him orally, but Rhys looked around as saw that the zombies were getting too close. Nadia and Pussy were now fighting back to back, lashing out with spells and claws, and Gallant was protecting Liana by swiping his tail at any zombies that got too close, but there were just too many of them. They were seething in like ants, like flies, like locusts, and there was no end to them.

"It's time I put you down, you bitch," Rhys said, intending it for Natalia, but Liana was aroused by hid dominant tone all the same. He popped his cock out of her mouth and smacked against her check, splashing her face with her spit. He lifted her up and slammed her down on what was lift of the coffin's lid, and with a brutal thrust he fucked her pink pussy like it had never been fucked before, despite the damage Gallant had done. Liana screamed and wailed, already peaking, and Rhys quickly hammered her through a series of overlapping orgasms that would have turned even the hardest bitch into a whimpering babe.
"YES!!" Liana screamed.

"NO!!" Natalia howled.

"Take it bitch!" Rhys roared cumming deep and fast inside of Liana, his sperm filling her up and pouring out of her like a gush of hot milk. He pulled out, and with a few powerful strokes he spent his seed on her perky jest, glazing her tits and the amulet as well. The magic in the amulet sizzled, and the crack from its last breaking began to show.

"FUCK! NO!" Natalia's spirit screamed. Her ghost materialized in the air above Lillian's exhausted body. The Countess was stern but beautiful, with high cheekbones and a heaving chest even larger than Nadia's. "FUCK YOU FAULKNER! FUCK YOU TO HELL!"

"You first bitch," Rhys said, grasping the amulet and crushing it in his fist. The amulet shattered not into two but a dozen small shards, and each of them seemed to decay the moment it was broken, becoming less lustrous and metallic, and more like dull clay. The magic in it was broken; the last chain binding Natalia's soul to the mortal world was gone.

Natalia's ghost screamed one last time, and was then ripped apart, and in the shockwave that followed, so was every zombie within the duchy.

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When Liana awoke this time she half-expected there to be something even worse than zombies and necromancers standing over her, but there wasn't. The only thing standing over her was a naked young woman with spiky black hair, cat ears, and wicked little smile.

"You're up," Pussy said happily. She leaned done and wished Liana a good morning with a tongue-filled kiss. Liana's body was tingly and amorous, so she took the kiss and enjoyed it.

"Where am I?" Liana asked looking around to see she was in a well appointed room with a large fireplace, a bookshelf, and a window overlooking a garden.

"You're in Nadia's tower, in one of the guest rooms," Pussy said. "Nadia said I should watch over you and take care of you when you woke up. I was hoping that 'take care of' meant 'have sex with,' but no pressure."

Liana looked into the spunky demon's eyes and saw a horny little girl looking back, not unlike herself. Liana rolled her eyes and smiled before pulling back the covers and allowing Pussy to crawl inside.

The two girls wrestled and teased each other for almost an hour, gliding their slender bodies over one another, and finally bringing each other to orgasm with their pussies grinding and legs interlocked. When it was all over they embraced and kissed again, but Liana was too curious to stay. She left Pussy napping in her bed and wandered out. There were some clothes left for her on a hook by the door but she didn't take them, for some reason preferring to stay naked.

It wasn't hard for her to find Nadia's room, it was the one at the top of the tower, and also the one from emanated the sounds of some very intense sex. Opening the door she saw Rhys and Nadia in bed, with Rhys on his back and Nadia riding him like an bull-rider, her back flexing from the orgasmic shocks in her body and drenched in sweat. Rhys could only be on bottom for so long though, and he pushed Nadia down and mounted her, fucking her even harder while her legs flailed in the air. That's when he saw Liana.

"Liana!" Rhys said sounding a little guilty. "I-"

But Liana stepped forward and kissed him, knowing full well that the glaze on his lips was from Nadia's vagina. She kissed him long and deep, her small hands running up and down his hot, wet, pulsing chest while Nadia reached up and massaged her waist.

"So," Liana said, smiling. "Can I join you?"

And so the three of them fucked for hours, their bodies rolling over each other in chaotic pleasure, at times the action getting so hot that no one was sure who was fucking who. When Rhys went too hard on one girl he'd knock her out of the game for a few minutes, but he'd still have the other to play with, and when he left to get more wine that just give Nadia and Liana more time to 'make up,' something that usually involved eating each other out.

As the sun began to set Rhys peaked for the last time that night, showering both girl's with a massive load of his sweet cum, coating their faces, but also filling their mouths, which they took like hungry baby birds. When it was over he collapsed and fell asleep, but Nadia and Liana continued to kiss and swap the cum between their mouths, and even when it was all gone they cuddled and caressed one another, the pleasurable aftershocks of their orgasms lasting for many long minutes.

"So no more zombies?" Liana asked, about fall asleep in Nadia's arms.

"Well, not from Graf anyway," Nadia said, kissing Liana's forehead. "Rhys destroyed Natalia's amulet, and sent her soul to Hell where it belongs, being used as some demon's new fuck-toy no doubt."

"And Graf?" Liana asked.

Nadia snickered. "Don't worry about him. Gallant's taking care of that little bitch."

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In Nadia's massive stables, where she kept her drakes and unicorns safe and secure, a petite young man was bound with leather straps against a large block of soft wood, his girlish bubble butt stoking straight up in the air. Graf tried to scream, but his mouth was being gagged by a pair of Nadia's dirty panties. He was completely naked, and after being tied down his evil ex-teacher had greased up his rectum with lubricant for some reason.

"See," Nadia had said while shoving her slippery finger up his ass, "if I was such an evil bitch would I be giving you this much lube?"

He hadn't understood at the time, but he did now. A wyvern came into the stables, walking on two massive furled wings and two hind legs, dragging a long reptilian tale behind it. Graf started to scream, not because of its fangs or claws, but because of the pulsing muscle hanging between its legs. The wyvern had three feet of the longest, thickest, roughest looking cock that the poor little young man had ever seen before, and all of it was aimed right at his virgin asshole.