The Clan Wars - Prologue

Prologue - Kalliya


Kalliya leaned against the open window sill, her naked, coffee brown skin pressed against the cool grey stone, long black hair tugged gently by the breeze. Behind her she could hear the sharp staccato of the demon Gaermeon’s hooves on the tower’s wooden floor as she moved behind her. Ahead of her, through the window, she had an amazing view of the rusty orange plains stretching northwards, shrouded by a haze of heat and blowing dust. Feeling the warmth of the demon’s presence on her exposed buttocks and thighs, she spread her long, smooth legs, presenting her dripping quim, the movement making her lush, sweat beaded breasts push against the masonry of the window ledge. She felt the blunt, hot head of the demon’s horse like phallus caress her pussy lips and warm, slimy pre-cum smeared against them. A low moan escaped her lips as the wide cock pushed inside her. In her mind’s eye she could see the hefty, veiny, purple penis pushing into her cunt, stretching it delectably, even as she felt inch upon inch of the meaty tool slide into her.


“I do so enjoy these meetings of ours,” said the Gaermeon, her husky, honey warm voice washing over Kalliya even as the hermaphroditic demon’s massive cock hilted itself in the dusky magician’s dripping pussy.


Kalliya could only reply with a satisfied grunt as she felt the demon’s overly-ample bosom and hard, pierced nipples mash against her back.


“So what was it you wished to discuss?” enquired Gaermeon, the ess sounds spilling sibilantly from her long, forked tongue as she began to gently hump her oversized cock into Kalliya’s tight, wet hole.


Panting slightly as the demon began to fuck her rhythmically, Kalliya responded, “Well, I, uh, think I, uh, may have, uh, found some, uh, clues to, uh, the loca-uh-tion of the, uh, artifact, uh, we seek.”


The heat radiating from Gaermeon’s skin was intoxicating, causing Kalliya to sweat heavily. When the demon lifted her heavy tits from the mage’s back, the breeze coming through the window tickled deliciously across her damp skin. Kalliya felt the demon’s claw fingered hands grasp her ass-cheeks, pulling them apart as she began to thrust her purple skinned cock more vigorously into Kalliya’s spread pussy.


Kalliya’s bountiful ass rippled with the impact of Gaermeon’s hips as the demon picked up the pace of their rutting, “It’s in the, uh, eastern reaches,” the mage continued, “Rumour, uh, has it that, uh, there’s a tribe, uh, of orcs there, uh, that worship it, uh, as some sort, uh, of religious artifact.”


“Well, well,” came the nectar dripping voice in reply, “we shall have to send someone after it. I presume you can put together a competent retrieval operation?”

Gaermeon’s smooth, cum-heavy ballsack slapped against Kalliya’s erect clit as the demon continued to plow her cock in and out of the magician’s cream dripping cunny. Every time the hefty globes smacked into her pleasure button a jolt of ecstasy shivered through the properly mounted mage. Drops of sweat trickled down Kalliya’s cleavage to splatter on the floor and the stone of the window sill.


“I think, uh, I can, uh, do that, uh. Do you, uh, need me, uh, here or, uh, should I, uh, go along?”


“As much as I enjoy the pleasure of your company, my dear Kalliya, I feel you should probably attend to this task yourself. We wouldn’t any mistakes to be made, now would we?” The demon leaned over the mage as she spoke the final sentence, pressing her ample bosom against Kalliya’s naked back once more while reaching her clawed hands around the mage to wrap her in a hot embrace. As the demon’s claws caressed her skin, a momentous climax tore through her pleasure wracked body.


“Ahhh, yes mistress!” was all Kalliya could manage as she slumped down from the window to collapse face down on the floor, ass raised.


Gaermeon repositioned herself above the quivering mage’s prone form, gripping her turgid shaft in a purple, clawed hand and rubbing it between Kalliya’s upraised butt-cheeks. Her spade tipped tail lashed the air in pleasure.


“Now, my dear, where would you like to receive my seed? Your cunt? Or did you want it in your scrumptious, tight, little asshole again?”