Anonymous Thrill: Tying Up the Rogue for Raw Inn Sex in Agessa

Écu Doré Inn, Agessa. My enchanted crystal buzzed one last time in my pocket. Days of filthy shadow-net chats with Airen, that rogue with the rep. Pics of his thick cock, those weird fleshy nubs on his frenulum. My pussy ached for them. No time for drinks. Straight to the fuck. Portaled into his room quiet as a ghost. He crashed out on the bed, clueless. Stripped fast, heavy tits free, nipples hard. Whispered the levitation spell. His body floated up, arms and legs yanked wide, tied invisible. Smelled his sweat, musk hitting my vanilla-amber perfume. Kneeled between his thighs. Licked his hairy balls slow, tongue dragging up the shaft. Saliva dripping. Took the head in, swirled those bumps. Fuck, they pulsed. He stirred, eyes cracking open. Cock rock-hard now. ‘Like it wetter, more spit,’ he growled. Smirked inside. Slobbered heavy, cheeks hollowing on the suck. Deepthroated slow, tongue flicking. Eyes locked, biting my lip playful. Jerked the base sloppy. His dick throbbed, veins popping. ‘Never seen nubs like that. Bet they wreck in doggy… or ass.’ He twitched harder. My cunt dripped down my thighs. Tension electric. Crowd noise outside, chamber pots splashing. Phone-crystal vibrated again—his ‘where r u?’ ignored. No more screens. Real flesh now.

He taunted. ‘Known better head.’ Fury hit. Squeezed his balls tight, spat more, rammed him balls-deep in my throat. Gagged but held, cheeks sucked in, rhythm building. Slurped loud, saliva strings snapping. Minutes of that expert work. He mocked again. ‘Finish me already.’ Snapped. Yanked off. ‘No complaints on my skills, limp dick!’ Too late. His whisper: ‘Invertarh manaklès.’ Magic flipped. I froze, spread vertical, helpless. Eyes wide. He grinned. ‘Your name, tease?’ Circled me, skin brushing skin. Hands roamed my flanks, cupped my full tits. Pinched wide brown areolas, twisted nipples hard. ‘Harder!’ I gasped. ‘Tell me the job.’ Fingers dove into my soaked slit. ‘Dripping slut.’ Licked down, breath on clit. ‘Lick me, finger-fuck!’ Tongue lashed my folds, sucked the nub. Three fingers pumping, thumb on button. Orgasm built—then stopped. Fucker kissed me, my juices shared. Behind me now, tits mauled, tongue sucking mine. Dropped low, licked my sweaty crack. Tongue speared my asshole deep. ‘Fuck, reptile in my ass!’ Thumb in pussy, clit rubbed. Begged: ‘Fuck me now!’ Bent forward slight. His cock speared my cunt one thrust. Fucked hard, animal pace. ‘Bourre-moi! Defonce ta pute!’ Fingers to suck, then thumb in ass. Nipples yanked. Screamed through climax, walls clenching. He growled, flooded my depths hot.

The Approach

Collapsed on sheets, sweat-soaked, hair wild. Crystal buzzed faint—world calling. Serious now. ‘Job? Amulet from my hubby, kill him too. For your dead partner.’ He eyed the black-fletched arrow. Wary but in. ‘Temple of Varénites, eve of my return.’ Dressed quick, runes glowing on my back. His tats matched weirdly. Kissed rough, tasted us. Portaled out. Stranger again. Countess mask on. Adrenaline faded, pussy sore-thrilled. Another anonymous rush gone.