A Tour Of Eros Fall

Lustia. A world where gods and goddesses bless mortals with powers, great and small. A world where violence has been largely replaced with sex. A world of sexfighting, romance, magic, and adventure. What follows is a recounting of a story from this land.

A glossary:

Blessed:

A blessed is usually faster and stronger than a regular person, but they are always much tougher, their skin deflecting blades with ease. Indeed, with very few exceptions, blessed cannot be entirely subdued with violence. Instead, the blessed are subdued by being fucked into submission. Hence, when multiple blessed fight, it almost always takes the form of a sexfight.

Not only strength and durability are augmented, however. Most blessed are more conventionally attractive than the average person, with many sporting unusual proportions. Another area of alteration is their sexual organs, which are changed to facilitate the sexual combat which is expected of the blessed, allowing many actions and tactics that would cause injury or even death on normal people, such as using objects entirely unsuitable for such use as dildos, or insertion of a penis larger than the vaginal opening, to be executed without issue or even much discomfort.

The blessed are also mentally altered by the forces granting the blessings. A blessed will very rarely object to sex, especially when their partner is another blessed, and often seek it out.

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'Eros' Fall is the greatest city on the continent in terms of population size, commerce, religion, and, most importantly, sexfighting!

'It is located in a wide but shallow basin which many believe is where the goddess Eros fell to the world, and then proceeded to remake it to her will, allowing us to thrive with her blessings as we do now. This makes Eros' Fall a holy location for many, and causes a steady stream of pilgrims to visit the site, as well as hosting a vast variety of religions. Not all of these get along, but since most of the representatives of these religions are blessed, rather than holy gang wars, the result are public sexfights as rival priests and priestesses try to convince the crowds and each other that their faith specifically is the correct one.'

- A Tourist's Guide to Eros' Fall

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"The best path to true, reciprocated love is devotion!" A woman shouted at the top of her lungs, trying to be heard over the din of the busy marketplace. "Devotion to the one you love! Supporting them, giving your all, until they cannot imagine life without you! Then, as they fall in love with you and support you in turn, and only then, will you both love each other truly, beyond base lust! Beyond a mere friendship with benefits!"

A crowd started to form around her. Some were tourists, gawking at the attraction. A scant few were those with whom her words had resonated, and who wanted to hear more.

More than a few stood merely to watch the speaker. She was enchantingly beautiful, after all.

She bore the traditional holy robes, so common that most laymen couldn't discern the different orders that used them just by the minute differences in the robes alone. The black nun habit hung loosely off of her body. Her raven black hair contrasted her pale skin, and though they were covered, her curves, which a mere hanging robe couldn't conceal, spoke of a decadent softness, most obviously so her chest.

Her demeanor was kind and caring, even as she shouted her commandments, her voice melodious and soft as it washed over the crowd. Everything about her suggested that she lived what she preached.

Most of the audience, however, were people who happened to have nothing better to do claiming first row seats and standing space to watch the inevitable sexfight that came with proselytising in a public space, not really interested in the woman or her faith specifically.

Their prediction was confirmed as a rough, strong female voice called out from the crowd: "You lie!"

The woman frowned, the expression of a mother preparing to scold her child for a dangerous mistake. "And why do you think so?" She tried to see who spoke.

A wild looking woman made her way through the crowd, simply walking forward, her body pushing anyone in her path away.

"The only holy way to aquire a lifelong mate is to take them! Do you have someone you love? You don't stand around, just hoping they will return your love! You approach them, boldly, and proclaim that you love them, and they are now your partner!" The woman spoke, making her way over to the other preacher.

As she walked, the people started to check her out, and the locals, together with the bolder tourists, started to make bets on the outcome of the surely inevitable sexfight.

In contrast to the nun, who's clothes suggested modesty and purity, even if her body made a mockery of the suggestion, the newcomer wore a leather cloak which wrapped around her sides to cover her shoulders and part of her chest, and also a woolen loincloth crossed with a belt, more likely for utility, pockets, and protection from grasping fingers in a sexfight than anything else, and nothing else.

A consequence of this was that when she thrust her chest out, as she did when she came close to the nun, the cloak slid off her chest, baring it. It looked firm and unyielding, just like the rest of her musclebound body. As she did so, her flowing, bright red hair waved back and forth.

"And what will you do if they are scared off by your brashness? What if they don't know you well enough yet to love you?" The nun countered, thrusting her own chest out to get back the attention the wild woman took.

"If they cannot appreciate a strong, fierce lover, they are not worthy of you." The strong woman scoffed. "If you are confident enough, anyone worth loving will be instantly smitten by you."

The two women glared at each other. One of the onlooking tourists opened his mouth to chant 'Fight! Fight!', but one of the locals clamped a hand over his mouth to prevent him from ruining the show.

The nun stopped glaring, scoffing instead, and continuing to speak. Her question was theoretically addressed at the wild woman, but was more meant to disparage her before the crowd. "And what would you do if they already have a lover, hmm?"

Her rival scoffed as well. "I would make my love for them clear by challenging their lover for them." Unlike the nun, she was completely focused on her rival.

"Do you truly think anyone would appreciate having their lover humiliated in front of them? Really?" The derisive tone in the nun's voice gave way to confusion.

"That's such a weak way to look at it. You would be showing them their previous lover was weak, and you are better." The wild woman sneered as she stared directly into the nun's eyes, checking for the spark that all blessed have in their eyes. "Just as I will break you and leave you as a moaning and cumming mess, to show everyone watching why I, and my belief, am better than you and yours."

The nun frowned as she acknowledged the challenge, and then they both took a step forward, slamming their tits together.

The wild woman smirked as her firm tits made the nun's boobs squish and flatten, managing to make the nun herself gasp, even through her robes. Eager to humiliate her more, the wild woman grabbed the nun's robes at the chest and pulled, tearing them open and making the nun's tits pop out.

The nun clicked her tongue at that, and pressed hard against the wild woman.

The wild redhead gasped in surprise and pleasure as the heavenly softness of her rival's breasts enveloped her chest, the same softness the wild woman had considered a weakness now working to the nun's advantage.

The wild woman pushed harder against the nun with a growl, but while she did flatten her more, all it accomplished was making the nun's squishy and abundant tits cover her own tits completely, making the situation appear at first glance as if the wild woman was completely flat.

Smiling condescendingly, the nun pushed her tits together with her hands, and then started to shift them side to side. She tried to emulate a titjob but do it to the wild woman's chest, but the redhead's firmness served her well this time, her tits keeping shape despite the pressure.

Nonetheless, it was clear that this little contest of tits ended with the wild woman's crushing defeat.

The redhead was not going to let that stand.

She shoved the nun down, then leaned in and grabbed her robes on her thighs, pulling and tearing to reveal her pussy. Then, she took off her own loincloth.

The nun shrugged as she realized what the wild woman was planning, and that she didn't mind.

The redhead sat down, spread both of their legs, and then they started tribbing.

At first, it seemed like nothing was happening. Both women ground and slammed their pussies together, but neither was showing any sign of pleasure.

But this standoff couldn't last forever, and moans soon rang through the air once more.

The redhead grinned as the nun moaned. "You said all that nonsense about making them love you by just staying in the background, but this is the only way that can end. They will be taken by a stronger, more daring woman, just as I am about to take this crowd from you."

The nun frowned as she fought back to the best of her ability, and she did manage to make the wild woman moan, but still came first.

The redhead grinned viciously, and pulled the nun ho by the hand. "This is what happens when you try to rely on staying in the background!" She shouted at the crowd. "This is what happens when you don't stand up for what you love!"

Then she gasped. The nun was not done yet, and had snuck a finger into her pussy.

Snarling, the wild woman sat down, and returned the favour, three of her calloused digits sliding with ease into the nun's sopping wet cunt.

The nun gasped as the redhead fingered her. It was rough, her fingers invading the nun's snatch, making use of the fact blessed are much more durable and as such don't feel pain from many usually painful stimuli, especially related to sex, and poking and prodding at her folds.

In contrast to the wild woman's relentless pistoning fingers, the nun's hand focused on the outside of the redhead's snatch, rubbing and massaging her bottom lips.

The nun was still sensitive from her climax, but the redhead was already aroused from the scissoring, so they were roughly equal on that front.

The nun was moaning a bit more, the wild woman's fingering more effective in the short term. However, without realising, the redhead was slowing down, albeit very slowly, as the nun massaged her bottom lips and made her muscles relax.

They exchanged glances, and added another front to their clash: each woman reached out with their free hand, and grabbed one of their rival's tits.

The nun gasped as the wild woman squeezed her boob, playing with it like with a water balloon. The nun was realising that she was liking the rough treatment quite a bit, and perhaps that was something to think about later.

The redhead gasped with her as the nun massaged her firm tits and gently teased her nipples. Tension the wild woman hadn't realized wasn't just part of existing started to bleed out of her with every touch, and with it the desire to fight and resist.

They continued, the nun growing more and more tense as she tried to hold out against the redhead's fingering.

The redhead, meanwhile, was finding that the more she relaxed (however involuntarily), the harder it was to not cum. She glared and bit her lip and tried to make herself focus through any means available to her with two hands busy.

The decision she came to was to be bold: she leaned forward and kissed the nun, her tongue parting the nun's lips. She explored her mouth hungrily, trying to both distract the nun from her fingering and groping and to distract herself from the pleasure the nun was inflicting.

The nun faltered for a moment, her submissive moan swallowed by the redhead, but then rallied and leaned into the kiss, and the wild woman realized that the kiss wasn't going to distract herself from the relaxation, it was going to make it worse.

The nun's tongue tangled with the redhead's, gently playing with it.

Relaxing against her will, the wild woman desperately tried to muster up one last bit of resistance.

The nun gasped as the fingers in her snatch took in a new, frantic pace, catching her off guard.

They both knew that their foe was about to cum, but neither could hold out, squirting over their rival's fingers.

But, while both had the stamina to keep going, the wild woman found herself too relaxed and limp to get up.

The nun noticed, and took advantage, crawling over and pressing her body and fingers against the redhead, making sure she would stay down while she pinned her.

Then she turned to address the crowd again. "If someone challenges you like this for your lover, the best thing to do is to defeat them and then be gentle to them, showing off both your kindness, and how you can help your lover relax."

After that, she turned to her defeated foe, and resumed her massage, groping her tits, sucking on her nipples, and rubbing her bottom lips.

Some of the crowd dispersed, but most stayed to watch the sexy nun work the sexy redhead over, teasing her for almost an hour.

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'But beware! Not all blessed choose a peaceful way to make a living, and while some of the most interesting places and events are only accessible through back alleys, it is worth travelling as a group, or even investing in a bodyguard if you want to traverse theses spaces.

'Besides cults and monsters, more mundane hazards, such as blessed muggers, can make themselves known.

'The city and many independent actors try to curb these worst excesses, but that doesn't make the back alleys safe.'

- A Tourist's Guide to Eros' Fall

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Sheila stalked through the alley, following her target.

He was a young man who had attracted her attention by flashing coin and by being rather cute to her sensibilities.

So, now that he was outside the crowd, she was inching closer, trying to get to a point where she could trap him without an escape route for him.

And that moment was closing in, with him still oblivious.

Until, at last, after a series of close turns, she caught up.

Pinning him against the wall, she grinned. "Well hello there, handsome. I'll be taking that coin you keep spending on worthless whores. I might even give you some service in exchange."

He met her eyes, and to her disappointment, she did not see the spark that would mark him as a blessed. Worse, she didn't even see arousal, just fear.

"Or just take your money, I suppose." She sighed, disappointed at how anticlimactic the fact he was not blessed made things.

Before she could do anything else, however, a new voice rang out from the other end of the alley. "Stop that and let him go, villain!"

Surprised by the interruption, and eager for someone to fuck, Sheila turned to the voice, finding a younger woman. She wore a dark cloak and a mask, but the front of the cloak was unclasped, revealing a tight outfit showing of her shapely thighs and two perfect handfuls of titflesh.

Most importantly, however, her eyes held that glorious spark that marked her as a blessed, and this as an acceptable target to take out her frustration on.

Surprised that she would encounter what seemed like a vigilante of all things, Sheila grinned. "Careful there, missy, or else I'll take home both the money and the girl.

"Surrender to justice, or face the humiliation and consequences!" The masked woman retorted, advancing toward Sheila.

Sheila approached the masked woman just as fast, making sure to rise to her full height. She was a full head taller than her opponent, though she had slouched a little to be face to face with her previous victim.

She heard the masked woman gulp as she beheld the six feet of musclebound Amazonian beauty she just picked a fight with, and she relished it.

With another step, Sheila leaned down so that their tits would be at the same height and made her chest bump into her opponent's, testing her opponent's firmness by applying a slight bit of pressure against it.

The masked woman knew enough to reciprocate, but that just revealed that she was outmached on just about every front regarding tits - smaller, yet also less firm.

Sheila smirked down at her opponent. "Still so cocky, girl? I think I'll take my time with you. First I'll finger you, and then I'll spank you, and then I'll devour your cunt. How's that sound?"

The masked woman's breath hitched a little, but then she regained her bravado. "I'd rather you not, actually." She reached into her cloak, and pulled out a vial of pink liquid, uncorking it and splashing it on Sheila's face in one quick motion.

Sheila coughed as what quickly proved to be an aphrodisiac ran down her face, and a bit down her throat. "Alright, that does it." She snarled and grabbed the woman before her, lifting her up and slamming her down crotch first on one of her thighs, trusting the masked woman's blessing to take care of making the impact both distracting and not unpleasant.

Her gambit, if it could be called that, worked. The masked woman gasped at the impact, then moaned in surprise as Sheila used the fact she was holding the woman's waist to rub her pussy up and down Sheila's thigh.

But even as she moaned, the woman wasn't helpless. She withdrew another thing from her cape, and threw some kind of dust over Sheila.

For a moment, nothing happened, but when the next breeze blew through the alley, Sheila's clothing turned to dust, leaving her naked. Taking advantage of having Sheila's tits freely accessible, the masked woman grabbed Sheila's nipples and pulled.

Grunting, Sheila let go of the woman's side, I stead grabbing the outfit over the masked woman's chest, and tearing it open, revealing a pair of tits that were a bit less than a handful each for Sheila's large hands. Then, she grabbed the now revealed boobs, and squeezed them. Due to their consistency and size, it was almost like playing with a pair of moaning stress balls.

Moaning, and her head quickly filling with fantasies of Sheila's strong, large, and rough hands manhandling her, the masked woman grabbed one of Sheila's tits, her soft fingers caressing her nipple, and the other reached out to her face, cupping her cheek.

Sheila gasped as the masked woman touched her face, the aphrodisiac working its wicked work. It left a pleasant tingling sensation when touched, and Sheila found herself blushing as it made her relax.

Not about to be defeated that easily, Sheila let go of the masked woman's tits, grabbed her waist, and swung her against the ground, once more trusting their blessings to do their jobs.

Having knocked out the masked woman's breath, Sheila wrenched her legs open, ripped her pants open, tore off her panties, and slammed their cunts together. She grunted at the impact of their bottom lips against each other, but her rival's cries and moans invigorated her and made her slam their crotches together even harder.

The masked woman desperately tried to figure out a way to stop Sheila from onesidedly destroying her.

She quickly pulled out a pair of handcuffs and put them on Sheila, but just because Sheila now had handcuffs on her wrists didn't mean her hands were rendered useless - she found the masked woman's tits were just the right distance apart to grab and roughly grope both without needing to strain against the handcuffs.

Panicking more and more, the masked woman grabs and pulls on Sheila's nipples again, hoping against hope to outlast her.

But it is for naught. Sheila's grinding is relentless, and her rough hands make the masked woman want to submit, to just let her ravage her. The masked woman's own grinding and nipple play seem to just make Sheila get more forceful.