Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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STABLES, THE PALACE, CITY OF YELEDOR
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The horses neighed as Girn walked by. He glanced around attentively. The only light radiated from a lantern at the far end of the stables. There was no soul present other than him. Before the sun had dipped behind the horizon, the horsemaster and his apprentices had done their duties in caring for the animals and had called it a day.
Girn recalled Lady Nemira's cryptic message: "A stable without horses. A window without view. A hole without filling. Come after dark, of course."
He was in the stables after dark, but each pen he could see was occupied by a horse. As far as he knew, there also weren't any windows.
Girn walked further, slowly, so as not to scare the animals. Approaching the lantern, he noticed the last pen on the left was empty. It was the only one without a horse. That must be it! He walked inside and looked around. Other than straw on the ground, there wasn't much else to note.
Only the middle part of the message still left Girn clueless. A window without view, what does that mean? Then, by accident, his eyes fell on the wall, specifically the nail heads that indicated that boards had been nailed to the wall. Certainly to block a window! Therefore the window had no view! And what was that underneath? In one of the lower boards, a hole was drilled. All pointing towards him being in the right place, but where was Lady Nemira? Or was he supposed to meet someone else?
Girn decided to try and look through the hole, but stopped when he saw something scratched in the wood beside it. It had not been visible from further away, the marks fading. In straight carvings, it read: "Insert here."
Then realisation hit Girn. He'd heard of something like this before. This must be one of those holes of glory. He didn't know much about them but apparently they were gaining traction amongst the elite. It offered a barrier between the two participants, a protection the nobility appreciated as it prevented both participants from getting caught in the act. There never was a wrongdoer to accuse, only a hole in the wall.
Girn heard shuffling behind the wall and a voice in a seductive accent said, "Do as it says. If you dare."
Girn knew who the voice belonged to and was intrigued by all this. And what was that about daring? He was Girn, there was nothing he didn't dare do. He pulled his loincloth down and guided his cock through the hole. Even flacid it barely fit his girth and he doubted it could accommodate his cock when erect. But then again, he wasn't going to pass on an opportunity to experience this hole of glory knowing who was on the other side.
Standing with his chest against the wall, his eyes were coincidentally level with a slit between two boards. His eyes adjusted to the darkness beyond and he saw Lady Nemira, the ebony beauty, smiling downward and lowering herself. As she reached out a hand, Girn felt a soft touch and his cock involuntarily twitched.
"'Tis a lively one," he heard Nemira whisper. "This'll be fun."
Girn forgot what he wanted to say when a wetness engulfed his cock. The blood drained from his head to fill another part of his body. The moving behind of Lady Nemira, the moist noises, and a tantalising feeling told him she had begun to suck his cock.
"Hmmm," Lady Nemira moaned in response to his growing cock. Soon, Girn felt the edge of the hole pushing back on his shaft, gripping him firmly. Luckily, despite the lack of room, he still succeeded in attaining full mast. He quickly glanced across his shoulder. If trouble now came from behind, he would be stuck, fastened to the wall by way of his enlarged cock.
Girn didn't like being cornered like this. What is Lady Nemira was Voxir Doomweaver's agent that Rebus had warned him about. What if this was her plan to trap Girn? He was an easy target for a dagger between his shoulder blades.
Lady Nemira performing godlike actions on his cock evaporated his concerns. Girn placed his forehead against the wood and through the slit in the boards he saw Nemira's head bobbing. While leaving and entering her mouth, Lady Nemira's tongue was doing acrobatics around the tip of his cock.
There was a sudden silence and Girn felt the tip of his cock being squeezed. Suddenly his cock was free and he heard Lady Nemira inhale deeply. Then again she deepthroated him, pushing his cockhead down her oesophagus and releasing with a choking cough.
Lady Nemira stood up and Girn saw her lips and chin were wet. She undid some hidden buttons and her entire attire dropped to the floor. Nemira's nude body was divine. Her dark skin was spotless and her contour barely distinguishable from the background. Large globes adorned her chest, tipped with nipples as dark as the night and larger than he was used to see on fair-skinned ladies. She stuck her plump ass out at Girn and backed up until Girn felt his cock pushing against something soft and warm. He felt Nemira's lower lips part and her pussy envelop his cock.
It wasn't long before Lady Nemira's fat ass was slamming against the wooden wall, Girn's cock plunging deep in her moist pussy. Girn wanted to thrust himself, but his trapped cock prevented that. But when the urge became to much to bear, he placed his large hands against the wall and began bucking his hips. Boards creaked and dust cascaded from beams overhead. His cock was still stuck but the whole wall bent inward and outward with the motion of his loins.
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" Nemira called from the other side, clearly enjoying Girn's wild action. "You're so fucking deep in my pussy! Fill me up! Give me all your cum!" she continued to egg him on.
It helped tremendously in sending Girn over the edge. With his cock held tight by the hole, he felt the surge of cum through his shaft more than usual. Immense spurts of cum coated the inside of Nemira's pussy. The dark-skinned beauty moaned with every blast until she was filled to the brim.
Meanwhile, Girn hadn't ceased his wild bucking and with a loud KRACK, he was surrounded by falling wood, splinters, and dust. He coughed and waved both arms to clear the air. The tightness around the base of his cock was gone, the wood torn away, and Nemira's pussy missing from around his shaft. The beautiful Lady Nemira was nowhere to be seen.
He looked at the broken wall and partially collapsed roof above. He thought it wise to be somewhere else when the horsemaster and his apprentices came inquiring about the ruckus.
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GUEST TOWER, THE PALACE, CITY OF YELEDOR
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Girn awoke from a serene sleep in which he had dreamt about fucking the Lady She-Dragon, Madison Drac, again while being watched by Lady Helen and Lady Maeve. The two elves had been fingering each other, turned on by the spectacle Girn and Madison provided. It had all ended in the three women plentifully bestrewn with his cum. What an experience that would've been if dreams could be brought into reality... Enjoying the afterthought of that fantasy, Girn made ready for the day, fastening his loincloth--
A knock on the door.
Girn carefully opened the door, never certain what dangers may strike unexpectedly. He was greeted by Lady Lilith in her regular revealing red robes, sleeveless with a plunging neckline. Ample side-boobs and pale thighs escaped the dress.
"Great morning to you, Girn," Lady Lilith greeted. "Have you the time to assist me with a delicate matter?"
His stomach rumbled but ignored it and said, "Of course, what troubles you?"
"Better to discuss in private. Lock the door, please." Lady Lilith entered his room. When Girn had closed the door and turned, the redhead reached for the brooches holding her robes up and unclasped them.
"Oh," was the only thing Girn managed, overwhelmed by the sensational naked figure of Lady Lilith. He had already seen her naked before, having enjoyed the Mistress of Foxes' show in The Amazing Chest. But she remained incredibly stunning. Girn sat down on his mattress to steady himself and then decided to politely avert his gaze.
"Don't look away, Girn," Lilith chuckled. "You've seen more of me than simply my breasts."
"True," Girn acknowledged. "Although this is very unexpected." It felt like a blessing getting permission to take in her exposed nudity. Lilith's pale orbs were imposingly swaying as she moved her hips from side to side, biting her lip, winking at him as she added a twirl, clearly enjoying making Girn uncomfortable. "Okay," he said, "but what exactly do you need help with?"
"I've been given a great opportunity at The Amazing Chest," Lilith said. "The time slot for the most prestigious performer has been offered to me. But that is tonight and I have to give the audience something new and spectacular."
"That's amazing news!" Girn congratulated her. "Although, I'm not the best person to help with coming up with a new show idea..."
"I've already got a routine in mind."
"Oh, then you don't need my help."
"Girn, you are a silly barbarian. I do need your help." She left a silence hanging in the air, narrowing her eyes at Girn and curling the corners of her mouth into a naughty smirk. "You need to give me your honest opinion."
Lady Lilith's arms darted up, hands tousling her hair, her milky body stretched out, exquisite tits lifted high on her chest. She quickly bend her knees, squatting low and turning around to present her rounded ass.
"I'm to be your practice audience?" Girn smiled.
"Yes, since you're the only one aware of my secret identity as the Mistress of Foxes. I'm actually glad my mask slipped and got to reveal myself to you. It felt like a burden was lifted from my shoulders when I finally could tell someone."
"Hmm," was all Girn managed as he watched Lilith reach one hand around and in between her ass cheeks. She fiddled with some kind of black ring nestled in between. What was that doing there? She took hold of the ring and gently pulled. Her sphincter widened and out popped a black ball, her ass tightening again. Pulling further, another black ball appeared. Then another. And another. In total, five black balls were pulled from Lilith's ass.
The redhead then proceeded to push them one by one back inside until only the black ring remained again. She repeated this process a second times, moaning softly. Girn was mesmerized by her relaxing and tightening asshole. When she asked what he thought, he didn't respond and stared at her ass.
"It looks like you're enjoying it a little too much," Lilith observed, pulling Girn from his hypnosis by slapping one ass cheek hard. A red handprint became immediately visible on her pale flesh. She nodded at the tent constructed from his loincloth.
"Are you kidding me? You're stunningly hot and fully naked in my bedroom, playing with your ass. Denying I'm highly aroused would be a crime."
Lilith blushed at his compliments.
