Crossing the Forbidding Part 7; Final Gambit (Patreon)

Grinding her teeth and focusing hard, Monette tried earnestly to regain control of the situation. She reached out to touch his quintessence, to grasp it forcefully and draw it from him. She wanted more than the small tastes he was giving her. She wanted the proverbial 'mouthful' of him; in more ways than one. However, her attempts were all cast aside as she could not manipulate his energies in any way. It was perplexing to encounter a mundane who could control the flow so effortlessly. She’d heard of those deft hand monks, blade dancers and even mages who might be able to do such things. Hell, she’d heard of the Druids... the ones the elderian referred to as the “Old Scars’. They were feared by all. Perhaps they could do such a thing. They’d certainly existed longer than even the older eternian. But certainly no mundane should be capable of such a thing. And yet, there he was. A man of unique talent and will. He was almost unfathomable. She’d be completely embarrassed if it wasn’t so damn sexy. She had to admit she liked it either way of course. She loved to dominate and defile. She adored taking people to their mental limit and watch as they became slaves to their carnal desires. But Monette could also find pleasure in the same happening to her. Being shown inadequate and forced to crave the cock of a mere kinling. She wailed like a wild thing as he continually pounded her insides with his meaty shaft. She cooed to herself, eyes rolling to the back of her head. What must that be like to behold. She could barely bring herself to look and see the faces of her thralls as they watched.

With her claws digging into the floor she cast a casual glance in their direction. She looked into every face and every eye, her tongue hanging freely from her mouth as she shamelessly drooled puddles on the ground. They were awed, their lust and longing was a masterpiece painted on their faces. Sadly, she could have none of it. If she reached out to try and taste them, she was certain that she’d be dominated completely by Adolyn’s essence. But would that really be so bad?
‘No... got to focus.’ she chided herself. She needed to keep from being overtaken.

Unable to match the push he had on her quintessence, she instead decided to try again to beat him physically. Shuddering slightly as her body altered itself, her moistened pussy constricted and she began to press muscles within her that no normal person could. It had the effect of massaging and kneading the Adolyn’s cock as he pushed inside of her. Her eyes began to glow as she began to drip with a thicker, more lubricated fluid from her womanhood. This was of course the most potent version of her nectar. It would be absorbed into his skin and drive him mad with lust. She lamented that he would probably never mentally recover from this, but she wasn’t about to lose to a mundane.

‘Maybe he’ll retain enough of his faculties to still be charming.’ She thought as she pressed her ass back into his waist. With effort she pulled back and then slammed her against him again. She sheathed his cock deeper into her love hole, engulfing ever inch. Her efforts were rewarded with a satisfying cry of pleasure from the crimson warrior. She could feel the pressure on her chi loosen a bit, but he still held firm. His dick felt amazing as it thrust inside her faster and faster. He’d definitely felt the effects. She heard him grunt as he gripped her thighs and proceeded to fuck her with a renewed effort.

For his part, Adolyn had a tough time keeping himself focused. He’d dug deep into his spirit well to keep himself from succumbing to Monette’s physical charms. It was all he could do to just keep himself upright. Sure there were ways to end it without any more danger, but they were a lot more... drastic. He continued to focus on the battle within. He gave her little bits of his energy to keep her wild and hungry as he slammed his cock into her repeatedly. She’d made him more sensitive, susceptible to the pleasures of her body. But he knew it was a two way road and he was too determined to drive his cock down it. He would not let himself be taken.

Gripping her shoulder he pushed forward sharply. More forcefully than he had before. He’d been holding back up til now, afraid of losing control. It had become harder and harder to do so.
‘Like my dick,’ he joked to himself as he began to ram her love canal with earnest. He could feel every tiny sensation on his dick as he slid it back and forth inside of her. The head of his thick flesh rod began darting down, kissing the very depths of the wet succubus’ cunt. The sounds of his exertions echoed through the chamber as a loud 'pat, pat, PAT!' sounded with every thrust. He could feel himself being bolstered by the aphrodisiac that was her womanly juices. He had to kept his wits about him. Shouting out loud he proclaimed!
‘Let’s make this one to remember.’ Moaning beneath his thrust, Monette agreed with him.

Biting her lip so hard it drew blood, she let out another loud wail. She could barely contain herself as her last ditch effort to bring the nobleman down only seemed to add fuel to the fires of his passion. He was rough now. Not brutal rough, but rough enough. He’d had her head pressed into the ground as he lifted a leg and placed a foot on her back for leverage. In a show of flexibility he was able to pull back on her arm as he fucked her harder and harder. ‘Oh shades! Oh SHADES!’ she yelled out, crying to the shadows of her ancestors. Was it like that for them? Did they ever know pleasure like she had then? She dribbled incoherently as her free hand aimlessly scratched and reached for a grip that was not there on the ground before her.

She reveled in the large mushroom of his cock. She pressed herself against the thick and toned veins that slide through her with everything thrust. The feel of the slight pain as he mercilessly fucked her like some sort of cum dumpster was amazing. It was all so intoxicatingly satisfying. She looked back to see the determined and confident look on his face as his cock went about the process of making her his bitch. What an odd irony. She was aroused by the very idea of it. She closed her eyes, deciding she would fight with him no more. Maybe, if she let go, he’d release more of that delicious chi of his. Oh the tiny tastes she was given were so filling and it made her body warm. She closed her eyes and pressed back against him.

‘I’m not giving in to him...’ she told herself as she listened fondly to the sloshing of her wet pussy.
‘I’m giving into the pleasure...’ she continued. With her eyes half wide she cooed to him;
"C’mon then... fuck me hard and fill me up!"

He intended to do just that. Gripping her arms he pulled her toward him, arching her back and spearing her pussy on his shaft. She cried out, almost in tears as a wave of his hot thick cum filled her pussy. It was everything she had wanted and better than she’d expected. With her walls down she could feel a burst of his quintessence as he force fed her a large helping of it. She could feel his raw emotion, his carnal need and she loved it. She did not try to latch on and take all she could. Instead she leaned her head back and accepted anything he was willing to give her.