Our Business Is Your Pleasure

Old hag by *veprikov

(Leo Cole [Barbarian/Druid multiclass] X Fem! Jaerik RP Prompt from @the-blackbird-roleplays)

@the-blackbird-roleplays

As the barbarian quietly yearned for the tender touch of a skilled hand, the door of the tavern swung open once more, and those that looked up immediately found themselves mesmerized by the figure that walked in. A short, petite woman barely more than five-foot-three, her figure was an immaculate hourglass, with the deep v cut of her tunic barely containing her voluptuous chest.

With a roar, Leo moved swiftly and rolled hard, pivoting like an alligator's death roll as he pitched and slammed Jaerik into the mattress, his own hard roll landing him on top of her with his eyes on hers and the devil's own smirk on his lips.

"Consider me... Unseasonably warm, Jaerik." He grinned, gripping the hem of her trousers and pulling them up just enough to expose her core and ass to him, leaving them bunched up at her knees as he pushed forward and folded the beautiful woman in half, his throbbing cockhead pressing into her entrance as he growled deeply.

Sometime before the start of Campaign 3…

"Ah was startin' t'wonder if yeh were gonna show 'r not~"

The charming twang of Imogen's voice rang through the barn, the lilac-haired sorceress blushing softly as she glanced towards the large barn doors on the other end. To be honest, she still couldn't believe she was actually doing this—not just meeting up in her father's barn while he was out on business, but meeting up...while she was stark naked and laying on a large hay bale like a pin-up model in one of the raunchy books he kept hidden in his bedroom.

Keyleth gasped and jerked, tugging helplessly at the chains that held her bound and powerless. Her cheeks flared with a blush as she felt all the eyes on her—the leering gazes dragging up and down her naked form. It was horrible, and she wanted so badly to escape, even knowing that there was no way in hell she could.

Vox Machina’s trip to the Hells could not have gone worst—the fiends had torn through the adventurers like they were nothing, forcing them to turn and flee back to their own world in a harried rush. A rush that saw Keyleth get knocked back and left behind, helpless to the devils that descended on her.

And now, she stood here, quivering under the dozens of gazes, to be sold as a slave to the highest bidder. What a sorry fate for the future leader of the Ashari.

Once they had returned to the Material Plane, she reached out into the skein of the world, murmuring softly a few words. "Vex, it's me—Keyleth! I made it back—in the forest, please come! Don't bring the others—there's so much I need to tell you."

Orihime, despite presenting herself as kind and soft, secretly craved when men used her as a toy, like a slut. And when she brought home a goliath lover that night, she got exactly what she wanted.

Some Like it Rough v2: 4D

"Fuck yes~! Harder, baby—oh, fuck, smack me 'til I bruise~!"

It was strange hearing such debaucherous and degrading language falling from the face of someone so kind and innocent, but if there was one thing Tormund had learned over the course of the evening, it was that looks could be deceiving—and Orihime Inoue's sweet, soft, angelic appearance hid so much depravity, he was stunned she was still an active cleric. Apparently the gods were more forgiving these days.

The goliath warrior grinned down at his gorgeous new fuckdoll, a hand large enough to dwarf a catcher's mitt smacking her hard across the face—immediately coaxing a desperate moan from Orihime's lips. "Is that what you want, slut~?" he growled down at her, the hand dropping to wrap around her slender neck and squeeze, clenching down hard to choke her out.

Immediately, Orihime's body arched under him, her lips parting in a sharp, desperate cry. "FUCK YESS~!!" she moaned out, and she gasped as her gaze locked on his—bright lust glowing in her amber eyes as her body bounced on the bed with his thrusts. "Oh fuck, baby, yes~! Mmm, break me, break my slutty body with your big, strong hands and your fat, throbbing dick~!! OH FUCK, DON'T STOP~!!"

The desperation in her cries made the goliath groan with wanton desire—no, there was no doubt in his mind now, there was no way Tormund was leaving this town without the slutty healer in tow. He growled down at her, his other hand rising to smack across her fat, bouncing breasts, before wrapping around her neck as well and holding her down as his hips slammed roughly into hers, the bed under them groaning in protest.

"When I'm through with you, bitch~ you won't be able to think of anything but fucking yourself on that fat, throbbing dick~!" he snarled down to her, roaring as he slammed his lips to hers and buried himself balls deep into her guts.

Let's Go to the Beach! Beach!: 7B

Was it wrong to accept his offer? Perhaps—after all, her husband was no longer missing, and though the attempts to cure her of her goblinization had all failed, life was moving along rather smoothly. And it wasn't like they were hurting for cash—in fact, Yeza's alchemy business had never been better since moving to Nicodranas! Despite all life's hurdles, it felt like things were finally calming down.

And yet...there was something about the nobleman's offer...that she found she just couldn't say no...

"Oh yes~ such soft lips you have, Miss Brenatto~" the nobleman murmured with approval, his hand resting gently yet firmly at the back of the gorgeous goblin woman's head—holding her close as she steadily bobbed back and forth along his throbbing shaft. "How the Chateau hasn't scooped you up yet, I'll never understand~ you could give the Ruby herself a running with your mouth alone~"

Nott's green cheeks burned a darker teal at his tone and she moaned around his dick, a lewd gagging slurp escaping her as she forced herself further down. He was exaggerating, of course—there was no way he really thought she compared to someone as skilled in the ways of intimacy as Marion—but she still felt a small thrill in her chest at his words, and her hips swayed tantalizingly side to side behind her, as if wagging a tail in approval.

The nobleman smirked as he watched her plump backside sway, taking the bait eagerly as his hand crashed down to smack, slap, and grope the plump green peach greedily. "This body was made for sex~ gods, what I'd give to keep you for myself~" he groaned, bucking his hips slightly into her face, making the guttural moans grow louder. Nott's eyes widened at his tone—he wasn't serious, was he?

She pulled back, almost to question, but the hand at the back of her head kept her from pulling all the way off. Instead, she stared up at him, a startled look in her eyes, and the nobleman laughed cordially. "Oh, don't worry, Miss Brenatto, I wouldn't dare think of taking you away from your family and friends—even if it pains me to be without your sinful touch, it would be wrong to keep you from your life."

Nott breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to bob back down onto his shaft again—when she felt a firm tug at the back of her head, forcing her gaze back up to the handsome noble, he smirked down at her, a conspiratorial glint in his eyes.

"But, perhaps, we could make an arrangement~? Perhaps...every other weekend, my dear~?"

Again, the goblin girl's cheeks pooled with a deep teal blush. An agreement like that—it went beyond just a simple single invitation, now this man was offering her to start an affair with him behind her husband's back. This was definitely wrong, and she should've said so right then and there...if she hadn't had her mouth full of his thick, throbbing, and delicious cock...

Sometime before the start of Campaign 3…

"Ah was startin' t'wonder if yeh were gonna show 'r not~"

The charming twang of Imogen's voice rang through the barn, the lilac-haired sorceress blushing softly as she glanced towards the large barn doors on the other end. To be honest, she still couldn't believe she was actually doing this—not just meeting up in her father's barn while he was out on business, but meeting up...while she was stark naked and laying on a large hay bale like a pin-up model in one of the raunchy books he kept hidden in his bedroom.

A desperate moan fell from the dark-elf's lips, and her body arched as she felt the rough, work-weathered hand grope and roughly squeeze at one of her sizable breasts. "It really is just like they say~" the sailor beside her chuckled darkly into her ear. "You drow girls are made to be sluts~ just look at you go~"

Yora wanted to deny his claim—deny it with all her heart—but it was such a shameful display that she couldn't find the words. The moment they'd gone far enough from the shore that they wouldn't be spotted, the sailor had immediately begun openly molesting her, toying with her—and despite her want to stop him, she hadn't found the strength to.

Her clothes were scattered across the deck of his boat—ripped and ruined, and leaving her utterly nude and helpless as he'd continued his assault, his massive throbbing shaft sinking into her folds and thrusting roughly away. Again, the want to resist built up inside her, only to pop like a balloon as she felt him grind into her sweetspot—and like she couldn't control herself at all, she climaxed around him.

"Lucky me for finding you~" the sailor chuckled, giving her breast a firm smack, and he grinned as he watched her hips gyrate against his—not even trying to hide the wanton lust that flooded through her form. "Just a bit of magic fingers, and you show your true colors~ anyone at the port could've made you theirs, but I'm the lucky son of a bitch who gets a free drow slut for himself~"

No, she wanted to say. No, she wasn't his—even as she climaxed over and over again, even as her body willfully arched into him and rocked against his rough thrusts—even as the hot sun overhead baked her mind into a haze of lust and madness—even then, she wanted to refuse his claims.

@terravolksisms

For a long moment, Stark swore the world had stopped. How long had it been since he’d last heard that voice? How many nights had he heard it ringing through his dreams—and, even more so, his nightmares—over the past year? Too many to count, and for a fleeting moment, he swore this was just another to add to the list.

But slowly, he turned around, and faced the speaker of the voice—his gaze immediately catching the bright ginger locks, the awkward smile, and those brilliant emerald eyes staring back at him…and he felt the most joyful and relieved smile spread across his face in months.

'I suppose that makes sense, communicating with anyone is hard these days with the towers still down.' Terra sighed. 'They really should have made the towers able to work without one of them...'

'Are you... alright?' Terra caught onto Stark's gloomy nature quickly. 'You seem a little down. That's, not exactly what I was expecting if I ever bumped into you again.' She nudged him playfully and flashed him a smile.

'I thought it'd be like... I dunno, our first date... maybe?' She scratched the back of her head.

When he spoke again, it was...quiet, and hollow. "I just...this isn't where I wanted to be. Back at Beacon, training to be a Huntsman beside you and Ebony and Amy...even though I knew it was a lie, even though I knew I really didn't belong there...I wanted to believe in it. I wanted to believe that I could start over, that I could change, that I could...be someone else."

'Oh Stark.' She said softly once he was finished.

And then in a flash, her arms were wrapped around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

'You always belonged at Beacon.' She told him. 'We all did. It doesn't matter why we were there. It only matters that we wanted to be there to do good. Or try to.'

'And you did. We all did our best. Maybe it wasn't enough back then... but we have to keep trying.' Terra insisted. 'It's not over yet, there's so much more we can... we can do.' She took hold of one of his hands, as always her own hand was gauntleted, armoured like the rest of her.

“Thank you, Terra. It means a lot, hearing that kind of confidence from you,” he murmured. “But it’s easier said than done…as soon as I lost you and the group, I fell back into the criminal underbelly of Vale, back to my old life…I was better when I was with all of you…”

Keyleth gasped and jerked, tugging helplessly at the chains that held her bound and powerless. Her cheeks flared with a blush as she felt all the eyes on her—the leering gazes dragging up and down her naked form. It was horrible, and she wanted so badly to escape, even knowing that there was no way in hell she could.

Vox Machina’s trip to the Hells could not have gone worst—the fiends had torn through the adventurers like they were nothing, forcing them to turn and flee back to their own world in a harried rush. A rush that saw Keyleth get knocked back and left behind, helpless to the devils that descended on her.

And now, she stood here, quivering under the dozens of gazes, to be sold as a slave to the highest bidder. What a sorry fate for the future leader of the Ashari.

The roar of cannonfire and the cries of battle had finally fallen silent, as one of the two ships sat limply in the water and the crew of the other strode proudly across its deck. Any of the ship’s crew that had not perished in the conflict were now down on their knees, awaiting whatever fate would come for them.