As he nears climax, Jack's movements grow faster and more urgent, his thrusts deeper and harder. With a savage cry, he comes inside you, his hips bucking violently as he fills you with his seed. The knot at the base of his cock presses against your cervix, holding him deep within you as waves of pleasure wash over both of you.
I cum my brains out
The sensations are overwhelming; the combination of his size and the bond he's formed with your body sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire being. Your muscles tense and spasm as you orgasm, your voice rising in a loud cry that echoes around the room. The aftershocks of your release send shudders through Jack's cock, causing him to twitch inside you as he continues to find his own satisfaction.
"What would you like to do next?" she asks with a wicked grin, her hands moving down to her hips as if daring you to make the first move. The candlelight flickers across her skin, casting shadows that dance playfully over her breasts and belly. "Anything goes tonight."
"Anything?" I look over drow to bartender, seeing her stroking something long through fabric of her pants. "Should we pull her?"
The drow woman's grin widens as she watches the exchange between you and the half-orc bartender. "Oh, go ahead," she says with a laugh, her hands moving to unfasten the leather thong holding her armor in place. "I'm sure Madame Onyx wouldn't mind sharing some of her... 'toys' with us." Her voice is dripping with seduction as she speaks the word 'toys', emphasizing the implied meaning behind it.
The room is comfortable and inviting, adorned with various pieces of erotic art and artifacts. A large bed dominates one wall, covered in silken sheets and pillows, while scattered about are several low tables and cushions perfect for lounging upon. There's a small chest near the foot of the bed containing guest robes and other clothing that can be worn during your visit.
You're alone now, save for the anticipation building within you as you wait for Madame Onyx to arrange everything.
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The door creaks open and in walks a tiefling woman, her curved horns catching the light as she inclines her head respectfully towards you. "You called for me?" Her voice is soft and smooth, like velvet over heated metal.
In her hands, she carries a small vial of glistening liquid. She holds it up for your inspection before slipping it into your grasp. "This should be what you're looking for," she says with a knowing smile. "