No.13235
I stepped away from the central thoroughfare, leaving behind the deafening roar of a commerce that knew no horizon. The main street was a blinding ribbon of solid, burnished gold, so polished that the abyss below was perfectly mirrored beneath his feet. It gave the terrifying illusion that I was walking upon a thin sheet of yellow glass suspended over an infinite dark vacuum. I turned into a narrower passage where the architecture grew dense and suffocating. Here, the gold of the walls was encrusted with raw, unhewn diamonds that jutted out like the jagged teeth of a beast. The light from the lamps hit these facets, shattering into thousands of cold white needles that pierced the gloom of the alley. Near the end of this narrow throat of stone and gem, the gravity began to waver, a sickening tremor that tugged at the very marrow of my bones. I continued walking until I reached a storefront that seemed to have been exhaled by the very rock itself, a jagged protuberance of obsidian and brass wedged into a corner where the diamond walls met a ceiling of raw, unpolished sapphire. Fortunately, the gravity shifted back to normal and anchored me to the dark mahogany floor of the shop. The air was stagnant and thick, smelling of sulfur, old parchment, and the cold, metallic scent of uncirculated coins. On every side, shelves rose like the ribs of a cathedral, disappearing into a ceiling shrouded in layers of thick, aromatic incense smoke. A woman emerged from behind a curtain of heavy, indigo velvet, her movements as fluid as oil on water. She did not walk so much as glide, her stature imposing, wrapped in a gown of silk so dark it seemed to absorb the flickering light of the shop's single, hovering candle. "My name is Molda" she said, without offering a smile. "Queen Wrynn told me you'd come. I believe you have a rare treasure to unload. Let's see it." I dropped my pants revealing a miniature city of light wrapped around my large penis. The miniature city was a marvel of incredible stupidity, a web of glowing, microscopic spires and gossamer bridges of white light that clung to my penis like a luminous parasite. Two large cannons surged forward and the miniature city began to boil and transform around them in a display of violent luminous geometry. Without warning, the cannons shot two droplets of hardened cum at her. Molda opened her mouth and swallowed the droplets, letting them melt on her tongue. "High-grade crystalline cum!" she remarked after swallowing them, her voice vibrating with a newfound, metallic resonance. She closed her eyes for a moment, savouring the weight of the liquid diamonds as they slid down her throat, settling in her chest like hot, glowing coals. "The Queen spoke of your sexual energy," she whispered, the air around her mouth shimmering with a frost-like vapor. "But she failed the mention that the yield was pure, unrefined starlight." She leaned over the emerald counter pulling me over. "Tell me, Mage," she asked, her voice a low, vibrating hum that seemed to resonate directly in my marrow, "is this city of yours merely a fortress, or does it have room for a guest? And more importantly, if two drops can buy a kingdom, then what is your price for one?" Without thinking, I immediately replied "Sex! Let's go baby!" A slow, sharp-toothed grin spread across her face. "Come over and let me open my private vaulf for you." she said while she disappeared into the curtain of heavy indigo velvet. I immediately jumped over the counter with my penis exposed and I tore through the indigo velvet curtain. Behind the curtain was a bed that seemed to be carved from a single, massive block of translucent rose quartz, glowing softly from within as if it were fueled by the heat of the earth itself. The indigo velvet of the walls absorbed all sound, creating a silence so heavy it felt like being underwater. Molda lay there, with her legs spread. I immediately jumped on her and shoved my tongue deep into her mouth, tasting the lingering magical sweetness of the liquid diamonds she had swallowed. Her hands locked behind my head, pulling me down with a desperate, hungry strength, while her legs wrapped around my waist anchoring me closer to her. "Yes!" she hissed against my lips. I was hammering away inside her with the hunger of a hungry sex-crazed beast, the miniature city softened to hug the delicate curves of her pussy, wrapping around the entrance like a luminous glove. "It's... it's filling me!" Molda gasped, her hands clenching my hips as the glowing city fused with her. "The city is becoming me! I can feel every street... every alleyway... opening up inside!" After roughing her like a brute for two hours, I buried a thick load of human cum mixed with high-grade crystaline cum deep inside her pussy. I slumped against her, the silence of the room deafening after the roar of the city. Molda lay beneath me, her breath hitching in her throat, a woman who had just been filled with enough treasure to buy the entire kingdom one hundred times over. "You've ruined me for every other merchant in this city, Mage," she whispered, a dazed, crooked smile finally breaking through her exhaustion. "How am I supposed to pay you back?" She caressed my hair, her fingers lingering against my scalp with a softness that hid a sharp, cold flicker of fear. "How am I supposed to pay you back?" she whispered again, her voice a low, musical tremor. Without thinking, I immediately replied "More sex!" She laughed and reached out, cupping my face with a trembling hand. "I feel like I am robbing you blind, and you're smiling through it." As I pinched her nipples, she let out a sharp, jagged gasp, her body bucking against the rose quartz. But then, her eyes suddenly went wide and still. An idea had come to her mind, one that pushed aside her guilt and replaced it with excitement. "I know what we could do to satisfy your bottomless hunger!" she cried out, her eyes flickering like diamonds. She wrapped her hands around my testicles to protect my jewels and teleported us into Slan's room. The room was a sprawling, sultanate sanctuary where the air hung heavy with the scent of burning amber and crushed lilies. In the center sat a colossal, Ottoman-style bed, an ocean of embroidered silks and plush velvet bolsters that could have easily held twenty people. Slan and Farnese were entangled in the middle of it, their skin slick with sweat and expensive oils as they moved against one another. Surrounding them, a circle of ethereal female servants worked in rhythmic silence, some pouring wine into gold chalices, while others operated a massive, ceiling-high fan made of peacock feathers to cool the sweltering, spice-laden air. The sudden crack of our arrival and the blinding golden glare of the miniature city sent a shockwave through the room. The servants froze, the giant fan faltering for a split second as they watched us crash into their private sanctum. Slan slowly untwined herself from Farnese, her eyes landing on me. Her gaze didn't go to my face, it went straight to my loins. "Molda," Slan purred, the sound vibrating through the mattress and into my spine. "I knew you had a knack for finding rare oddities, but I didn't think you'd have the audacity to commit daylight robbery on the Queen and then bring the loot directly to my bed." Molda let out a triumphant cackle. "With enough wealth to buy us every army in existence, I don't have to worry a single thing about the queen!" she cried, her eyes dancing like those of a pervert. Without hesitation, I immediately jumped onto Slan's bed and started making out with her. Slan met my aggression with a savage, back-arching hunger, her legs locking around my waist like iron shackles as she pulled me into her depths. There was no finesse here, only the brutal carnal heat of a sex monstress. Her hips hammered away at me until I was teetering on the edge of release. Every time she slammed her pelvis down against the miniature city, the golden spires vibrated so fiercely they blurred into a solid halo of light. "Is that all you have, Mage?" she snarled, her voice a guttural, jagged rasp as she gripped my hair and yanked my head back. Her eyes were twin voids of hunger, preying on every hint of sex my body could unleash upon her. To my surprise, her eyes rolled back into her skull as I buried a huge load inside her pussy. Her body completely limp and drained, Slan collapsed onto the sweat-soaked silks. The fire in her eyes was replaced by a glazed distant shimmer. Without waiting, I hauled Farnese onto my lap and started fucking her. Unlike Slan, Farnese met the first impact with a sharp, high-pitched sob of pure, overstimulated shock. She didn't even last 30 minutes before her eyes rolled back into her skull and squirted all over me. "You... monster," Slan whispered, her voice nothing more than a thready rasp and her fingers brushing against my hips as if she wanted more. The sex continued until I was able to have sex with all the female servants. By the time the last servant lay limp and trembling on the marble floor, Farnese, Molda and Slan were ready for round two, and the sex continued for a few days until my dick became limp from all the fucking.
