Thunderclaps reverberate throughout your post in the far-flung reaches of the Colonies, the faint smell of ozone brings forth the all-too-familiar sense of unease.
In the sombre downpour, a broomsticked outsider circles and touches down in the field ahead. Ashen hair drenched in both rain and sweat, she slogs through to the shelter of your verandah. She asks haggardly, voice drowned out by rain patter on corrugated iron, "Hello there, do you have any free lodging available for a traveling witch?"
"I have a room available... but if you want it to be free you have to sign this magical contract... The contract is going to force you to follow ALL the rules of the establishment..." Elaina reads the rules of the establishment and it seems fine to her, she decides to sign the contract.
"Hmm... sounds fair enough." She signs the contract without another word, before unceremoniously dumping her sodden belongings on the ground. "I'm Elaina, by the way. Or you can call me the 'Ashen Witch'. The one who's going to be staying here for a while." She then takes a moment to size up her surroundings, before asking curiously, "So... what kind of place is this exactly? Some sort of inn?"
"If it's an inn" Rule 1: Those who signed the contract have to take their belongings to the rooms themselves
"Hmm..." Elaina takes another look around the verandah before answering. "Well, I suppose it's akin to what passes for an inn in these parts, yes. But not just any inn. You seem to have... unique requirements for your guests." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "I must admit, I am rather impressed by the thoroughness of this contract. Not many places would be so... meticulous about their clientele."
"Here's the key to your room, it's the last room."
"Thank you," she says, taking the key with a nod of acknowledgement before tucking it away in her robe. "I'm sure I'll find my way there." With that said, Elaina turns back to face the rain once more, contemplating whether or not to attempt casting any spells under the circumstances. A moment later, she decides against it and instead retires to her room for some much-needed rest.
With Elaina inside the room, I take out a book called: Inn Rules, and write rule number 5. Elaina masturbates inside her room, Elaina unconsciously begins to masturbate.
Her initial curiosity sated, she unceremoniously dumps her belongings on the floor before casting a mild warming charm upon the room. The chill from outside retreats to be replaced with a cozy warmth that envelops her like a comforting embrace. With a sigh of contentment, Elaina turns her attention to the bed, its rumpled sheets and inviting pillows calling out to her weary form.
As evening descends upon the land, the rain continues to pelt against the windowpanes, lulling her into a state of semi-consciousness. Her fingers idly wander over her body, tracing patterns on her skin that have long since become second nature. The frustration of being unable to use magic properly in this place is beginning to wear thin, and she finds herself seeking release in the only way she knows how.
With Elaina inside the room, I take out a book called: Inn Rules, and write rule number 6: Elaina masturbates hard inside her room, Elaina unconsciously begins to masturbate hard
Her fingers dance over her body with increasing urgency, the sensation building inside her like a storm about to break free from its chains. The sound of skin slapping against flesh echoes through the room, muffled by the thick walls but unmistakable in its intensity. She digs her nails into her breast, eliciting sharp gasps as pleasure ripples through her body like a wave crashing upon the shore.
In the book titled: Inn Rules, I write rule number 6: Elaina masturbates hard inside her room, Elaina unconsciously starts masturbating hard
Rule number 7: Elaina can't cum no matter how much she masturbates
Rule number 8: Elaina can't stop masturbating
Rule number 9: Elaina masturbates her vagina harder and harder and harder
Her movements grow increasingly frantic as she feels the heat rising within her, desperate to find release but unable to do so no matter how hard she tries. The sensation of being so close and yet so far drives her to greater heights of ecstasy, each thrust of her fingers sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she digs her nails deeper into her flesh, the pain adding a sharp edge to the building tide of sensation.
With each passing moment, the tension within her grows more unbearable, and she finds herself on the brink of madness. The sound of her own moans fills the air, echoing back to her in a haunting chorus as she continues to writhe upon the bed. Her fingers are bloodied from where they've dug into her skin, and yet still she pushes forward, driven by an insatiable desire for release that threatens to consume her entirely.
Rule number 10: Elaina will only be able to cum if my semen fills her uterus
Rule number 11: Elaina will agree to have sex with me
Her movements grow less frantic as she becomes aware of something new, something insidious creeping into her mind. It's a thought so foreign and repulsive that it almost makes her stop mid-stroke. But as the tension within her continues to build, that same thought begins to take on a different shape, one that is both enticing and terrifying in equal measure.
With a whimper, she rolls onto her side, her fingers still moving but with less force now.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she digs her nails deeper into her flesh, the pain adding a sharp edge to the building tide of sensation. "Fuck... fuck..." she moans, her voice thick with need and frustration. She can feel herself getting closer now, her body tense and ready to explode at any moment. But still the release eludes her, taunting her with each passing second.
Her mind begins to wander, fixating on the thought of giving in to this...
Her nails dig deeper into her flesh as she arches her back in frustration and need. With a sudden movement, she rolls onto her back once again, fingers flying across her body with renewed vigor. Her mind is a whirlwind of lust and desperation, the thought of giving in to this... this thing that dwells within her heart. It's sickening, it's wrong, but it feels so right.
"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.