PATREON EXCLUSIVE: A Treasure in Ixtal (League of Legends) (Patreon)

Lukas was on a hunt. It was not an unusual thing for him, that was his profession. He made his living searching dangerous ruins the average person would be terrified to venture in and selling the treasures he found for money. He knew that whatever their selling price tended to be, it was never enough, and if he didn't need the money, he would have kept them on his own person. The treasures that were mere status symbols were one thing but the various arcane objects of unfathomable power he chanced upon were enough to make him forsake all thoughts of continuing on as he had, and yet money and food always took precedence. Yet today would be a most unusual day.

This tall hunter lived on the outskirts on society, and so he lived a modest life. His features were most unlike the typical features of the Ixtal people. His skin was darker than most as he was a natural outdoorsman in this jungle, with dark hair to boot he always kept in a ponytail and his eyes were almost black as coal. All of this made for a man with a wild face that was vicious enough to scare the average person at first yet charming enough to get people's attention, some who first set eyes on him would always think of him as a man of war and culture. Yet there was an innocent sparkle in them untainted by the high living of Piltover or the cutthroat backstabbing characteristic to the people from Zaum. In truth the reason for his separation from much of society was due to his parents' actions long ago. They saw the former city as frauds, a collection of thinly veiled imperialists with no regard for any real morals and instead washed away their sins in their guise of riches and sophistication, while the latter for all of their overt sins as robbers and brigands, were truly honest about what they were. Whatever merits each of them held, they knew that neither were fitting places to raise a child. And so this life in Ixtal was the only one he had known.

His parents had chosen to keep him safe. But he had chosen a life full of danger nonetheless. He used hunting as a means of helping to earn his daily bread, being a man of modest means. Yet it was also the way he made his living. Ixtal was not on the up and up of what people considered to be polite society, and he could never pass for a nobleman, always wearing his hunting clothes decorated with feathers and talons from his hunts as well as the ancient tokens he found in ruins that he was lucky to keep for himself after selling the rest for what he needed to survive. Still, for those who were scraping by, there was work to be found if you were willing to go out and find it. He knew what his profession was.

For him, it wasn’t work so much as it was a living. Relic hunting in ancient ruins wasn’t the most glamorous way to make your means. It was a living filled with no shortage of hazards and on more than a few occasions, he found his life flashing before his eyes. Whether it was the locales themselves, all of them filled with traps left by the previous owners and more than a few of them on the verge of collapse too had come crashing down as soon as he ventured into their depths, or what he had found living inside of them, from fellow ruin hunters and bands of thieves, all of them far more cutthroat than he could ever hope to be, to ancient beasts of yore and in some cases the previous owners themselves in various unnatural states of being thanks to the power of whatever magicks they wielded freely, every day was an adventure. But for all his complaints, it was the life he had chosen.

Not that there weren’t those who never failed to give him grief about it. Usually fellow townspeople who viewed him warily as not a native Ixtal and those who saw him as no better than the various brigands all too ready to do anything to earn their coin. But then there were also the few friends and family he had.

“One of these days that job is going to kill you.” It was his best friend who had said those words to him today. A girl friend but not his girlfriend who owned a small shop in the Ixtal capital. She only made a little more than he did, but she didn’t go out of her way to risk her life either. It was the early morning and he had yet to depart. The town was just waking up. Just like him she was an early riser, had to be if she was going to work independently like he did. But even at this hour, business was a bit slow and the days could be long and boring with next to no interaction with anyone save the customers who could be pushy and she had no choice but to take it. She relished every opportunity for real conversation she got with her friends.

“Hasn’t yet,” said Lukas. “The day it does, I’ll go ahead and come back from the dead to haunt it as a ghost.”

“Don’t that. You might jinx yourself with everyone else coming for you who has died.”

“Then I’ll say hi to them and catch their souls to sell. I’m sure those at least would fetch a hefty price, yeah?” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be like that,” he said. “Maybe I’ll give some of them to you. Having the souls of so many people around your place, you might even become the biggest attraction in Ixtal.”

“That’ll be the day,” she said, lounging back and stretching out.

“Well there are no shortage of trophies to be had,” he said, smiling. “At least that’s the word on where I’m currently going.”

“Must be lots of competition too.”

“Lots,” he said, nodding and agreeing with her. “From what I hear, it’s as dangerous as it is annoying. Most people who go in haven’t come back, and the ones who have say they couldn’t make any sense of the place. But they didn’t have too much on them and the places they were at, they died for goods that wouldn’t earn me a single load of bread.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to work twice as hard today.” She leaned forward and looked at him with a devious smile, holding her face in her hands. “That is if you want this place to be the biggest place in all of Ixtal, right?”

That way she was looking at him took him back a bit. They were never more than just friends, but he had always harbored some feelings for her. He had only meant that one liner about her shop making it big as a joke. But now he was starting to take it seriously.

Not to mention the way she looked herself. She was sitting on the counter watching him with a smile on her face. Cute and plump, she wasn't the most beautiful woman he had ever seen but she was definitely easy on the eyes and he liked how she was looking at him. The way she was leaning forward accentuated her large breasts. He was starting to get ideas.

He nervously looked away before his true feelings slipped out. “I’ll see what I can do. But I can’t promise anything.”

“I guess that’s what I’d expect. You’re just hoping to play it safe and not go for the real treasure.”

“What?” he said, his voice flaring up a bit.

“Yeah, I guess I don’t get it myself Lukas,” she continued, ignoring him. “I’m not a big strong elemental hunter like you are. But even little girls like me know the real good stuff is to be found in the deepest depths of the ruins. And you’re telling me this place is supposed to be a treasure trove?”

“That’s what people are saying, yeah. But only a few have come back.”

“Then how about you do me a favor?” she said, leaning closer and smiling oh so sweetly at him. “How about you go into the deepest depths and find me something really nice?”

“You were saying earlier this job is going to kill me. And now you’re telling me to risk my life just so your place can make it big?”

“It’s not too much, is it? I thought you’d be telling me it’s not that big a deal, or even say something like you’ll go and find me two things that are really nice. I figure it’s no big deal for someone like you.” Her grin turned up slyly at the corner of her lip. “You’re not afraid are you?”

He actually threw his head back started laughing out loud. It was so big and full that they both knew it was fake. Then he leaned in so his face was only inches way from hers, his eyes bugging out huge. It was getting so ridiculous that she actually shoved him back.

“Shut up already, ya big idiot! Forget I even asked.”

“Me, afraid?” he said in a loud and monotone voice. “I, Lukas, a hunter of many things amongst the hunters of Ixtal, am never afraid! And for you, fair lady, I will do anything to win your favor.” He got down on one knee before her. “If I encounter the biggest and strongest beast in all the lands, not only will I bring you his head to hang as a mount, I will also cut off his balls! You can advertise them as ‘Rare demon balls!’ You know someone somewhere will give everything they have to get their hands on something like that! Or you can go ahead and sell it as a medicine that will cure any diseases! Forget being the biggest place in all of Ixtal, you’ll have people from Piltover and Zaum coming to your place! You’ll be making it international! They will sing your name as a rare gem in the corner of Ixtal! And it will all be because of I, Lukas, the greatest elemental hunter in all the lands!”

Then he stood up and put his hands on his hips and throwing his torso back, laughed in a mocking tone of pride. She arched an eyebrow at him the whole time. When he was finished with that little outburst, she said blankly, “So are you going to do it or not? Because I tell you what, I do know some people who will do as I ask. Sure they’re for hire so I can’t rely on using friendship to get them to risk their lives for free, but at least they’ll get the job done.”

“What, you’re saying I’m cheap?”

“Put your money where your mouth is hunter. Because that idea of making it as a big time merchant is giving me all sorts of ideas. And I’ll be more than willing to share a cut.”

He beat his fist onto his chest. “I’ll see what I can do. I just hope you don’t mind that I probably won’t come back in one piece.”

“What can I say? Money is worth more than peoples’ lives, and I’m out for number one. And I tell you what, you do this little thing for me and I’ll be more than happy to make it worth your while. I’ll do anythingyou want afterwards.”

His dark complexion made it hard to see but he did blush a bit. Even compared to the naturally dark skinned people of Ixtal, his skin was a cut darker than the rest. Ordinarily he would have given her a parting remark just as good. But now he was feeling a bit speechless. “Fine, I think I can do it. But you better be serious about that anything.”

He made his formal trek into those ruins an hour later. It was still early, usually he waited a little longer. It wasn’t her words that made him acting so bold either. Rather it was the simply the prospect of exploring such a bigtime ruin. It wasn’t often that people spoke so highly about a place. That exchange with his dear friend had also gotten his interest piqued. He had long ago put all concerns of danger out of his mind, he had to if he wanted to succeed in this line of work. But the promise of gold and glory were very appetizing too.

The ruins were as foreboding as what he expected from all the talk of the town. Tall and menacing, even under the morning sun there was a darkness about the stones and what was cast in that radiant light only revealed more of it's terrifying architecture, strange statues of beasts and men alike. He remembered the first ruin he went into he regarded as being like that. But that was just him being green. This place looked like the genuine article. And if this was just the outside, he couldn't begin to imagine what horrors lie in wait for him.

A voice in the back of his head told him to turn back, that it was too much for him. He always found it annoying, but this time he found it more persuasive than ever.  For most people, braving the heart of danger and getting rich or die trying would have sounded stupid and terrifying and even right then felt himself touched a bit in his heart. Yet as a little bit of a cold sweat stuck to his skin in these hot jungles, he found his heart beating with anticipation. For gold and glory, certainly. There was also the chance to not only make his little lady friend back the capital eat her words, but also fuck her royally.

But he had come prepared. He had stockpiled enough nuts to keep himself fed on the trek, and he looked at his gear. He was ready.

He recoiled a bit when he saw the first dead body. Fresh, they had been bisected in two. He didn't know their name, but he had seen them around Ixtal making their way about things. Close to them was a shining treasure upon an altar. His eyes lit up at the sight of it. But untouched with a nearby dead body, he knew this rose must have had it's thorns. He took a sizable chunk of rock nearby, a piece of the ruin walls that fell off. Picking it up, he was a little surprised at how heavy it was, doubtless it would have seemed heavy to the recent visitor of this place. He threw it at the altar. As expected, a trap was sprung, in this case a giant scythe which swung down from the ceiling at a terrifying speed and then up on the other end of the ceiling, only to fall down again and repeat the process several times. He just watched it bored out of his mind, watching for when it would stop.

Eventually it did. He looked down at the floor where he threw that rock. It was a subtle detail, but he saw a pattern on it and the surrounding tiles which were totally different from the rest of the surrounding floor. He realized he didn't know if that's all it was. Taking a smaller pebble nearby, he tossed it around a different part of the area.

No reaction. Feeling more confident now, he made sure to avoid where the strange markings were on the floor and took the treasure. A silver grail encrusted with so many different gems. It was something that would earn him more than his daily bread, maybe give him a leg up in the Ixtali pecking order.

But he had come to this ruin seeking more niche treasures that collectors and academics alike would find most interesting, the kinds of things which made priceless beauties like this one which had survived hundreds maybe thousands of years and retained their luster all the while look cheap by comparison. The alchemists of Ixaocan would sell their loved ones simply to get a look at some of the ancient flowers which were around in the time of the Shuriman Empire. All he had to do was hold it up and threaten to crush it in his hands for them to give him far more. Maybe he might even ascend out of his lowly caste and into the nobility. Perhaps he would find himself breaking bread with the Yun Tal.

That'll be the day, he remarked to himself.

But treasure was still treasure. He put it away and continued making his way deeper into the ruins. More than a few times he had spotted a pair of exotic golden eyes looking at him from the distance in the dark. Then as soon as he blinked, they would be gone. They seemed too intelligent to be the thing of a wild animal and everytime he found them leering at him from the unexplored depths of darkness he feared to venture, he was filled with dread. Then they would be gone and his confidence would return.

Making his way lower he found himself out of the interior of the ruins. The grassy area set before him was wide open enough but it was enclosed by a series of high cliffs and taller trees growing upon them. A series of crafted stone tiles marked the pathway on the rough terrain before them in a straight line and he knew from the markings engraved upon and the careful arrangement that it was no coincidence, this was definitely part of the same ruins. He followed them.

It was midday and the sunlight was still strong, filtering through the roof of leaves above him. Yet under those thick boughs there were so many shadows throughout. He carefully made his way alongside the pathway, knowing there might be traps anywhere. But then in the distance he saw a cave carved in the face of the hillside where his path would lead him.

He was a good distance away and the path from there on out was covered with an overgrowth of grass and vines. There was nothing about the cave mouth which stood out after the ruins he had trekked. From that distance it was deep and dark and he couldn't see anything inside of it, as was much the case with these kinds of caverns, and he knew that getting closer that would remain the same. If it was connected to these ruins, he knew the greater treasure he still sought out were likely buried inside.

The excavation in the rest of the ruins proved easier than he expected, and he found some rare antique artifacts he knew would fetch a hefty price. It was so simple that more than a few times he was thinking somebody else had sprung a trap, but whether it was his talents as a hunter and keen sense for the workings of these ancient structures, he had made it through. He knew he had nothing to complain about, and for all his fears, this cave had no markers from the rest of the ruins that designated it as a forbidden place of danger and intrigue. But for some reason he felt an ominous foreboding around him.

Then he heard a woman's screaming nearby. It sounded horrified, and it was followed by a deep and terrible series of roars. He forgot about his strange sense of warning and darted at the cave. The dense woodland of Ixtal was a challenge for many and it was so much worse in this strange ruins, but he was fast and he was able to traverse the natural obstacles. It wasn't long before he found the source of that scream.

There was a bear cornering a woman near the cave mouth, he couldn't have seen that from his initial position upon seeing it. Now he did. In his life as a hunter, he was sometimes forced to take jobs he found unsavory just to make ends meet with his modest living. But there was no moral conundrum to be had here.

She looked right at him. He saw the fear in her expression, it was obvious given the situation she was in. At the same time, his whole body jerked up with alarm when they locked eyes. There was something about her visage he couldn't place. It wasn't the sight of her in danger, for some reason he felt this whole thing was fake. But he pushed those considerations to the back of his mind. He needed to act.

“Get away from her!” he said. The bear turned it's head to look at him. The woman also looked right at him. He did not notice at the time, but all the alarm left her face and she looked at him with the kind of smile one would have if they were looking at someone lesser than them.

But the emergency of the situation prevented him from noticing anything than what was right in front of him. He drew his great bow and fired a single shot. He must have been more startled than he realized because the arrow whistled past the bear's head. The draw of the bow's string was enough to break the high champions of Piltover and make the scuzziest criminals in Zaum cry for their mothers. When the arrow hit a nearby tree hanging around the hill of the cave opening, it made a loud sound which echoed through the jungle and it still almost snapped the trunk in half.

He only kept his greatbow for felling foes that would take several men to kill. He was taller than most men and his height and imposing stature alone was enough to keep people from even thinking of crossing him and on bodyguard jobs, he had effectively stopped numerous conflicts by simply standing there and doing nothing. But right now he was feeling the limits of his strength.

As he had pulled and released the bolt, his arms were singing with pain. Yet even as he had overworked himself, his hands worked like fluid motion, he had already taken another arrow from his quiver and had it at the ready. He stared into the bear's eyes. Even in those bestial eyes there was a quick intelligence and it quickly grasped the situation. All the more when the tree did snap in half and the sound of it breaking apart and collapsing boomed right behind it. The bear waved it's head to look in the direction of the sound and then back at him.

Then it scurried off. He watched it run back into the cave mouth, not letting his guard down for an instant. He waited for it to come out with other bears, it's family, but when it didn't, he finally relaxed a bit. He put the arrow back in the quiver and set his bow behind him. He looked back at the woman who by now was rushing over to him.

“Thank you so much!” she said. “You saved my life!”

He forgot the pain in his arms as a lightness filled his heart. He smiled. “It's nothing really...” he said. In spite of some of the more unsavory things he had done to make a living including robbing tombs, it was nice to do good deeds. He had forgotten all about that strange sense of unease earlier today.

Especially because this woman was so beautiful. His hair was almost marble like some of the Ixtali people, yet her skin was nothing quite as dark as any of them. It was fair which wasn't unusual for other regions but considering where she was, even in these shadows he could tell how pale she was. He was already high on life for having rescued her, but he was feeling awfully proud of himself for finding such a beauty too. It reassured something inside of him, he wasn't native Ixtal no matter how dark his skin had become living in these jungles and it made him feel like he had found a kindred spirit even though the both of them couldn’t look more different.

“I'm just happy to have saved your life,” he said, trying to play it off. He was no stranger to women but he had never stopped being embarrassed around beautiful ones. The most he had ever gotten to was putting up a tough front.

“No, really, that thing could have killed me! However will I repay you?” Even with her being so grateful, her smile seemed to have another side to it, and her icy blue eyes were staring into his with an edge that could be called anything but innocent.

His mind was flooding with naughty suggestions. He hadn't even proposed anything like that and she was already suggesting compensation. He didn't want to jinx it though, so he was thinking of more polite things she could do for him. He didn't even know her name or who she was.

She might be dangerous...he thought to himself without even realizing it. But as he looked her over, he could see no weapons on her and any mage wandering free in Ixtal would have no problem dealing with a simple bear.

She wasn't wearing much either. In the back of his mind, he was starting to wonder why such a seemingly harmless woman was this deep in unexplored ruins that had already claimed the lives of several people. But she wasn't going to give him much time for imagination. She was running her hands all over him before he said anything. That look in her eyes, and her smile, there was no doubt at what she was getting at now. She even nodded at him like she could read his mind, reaffirming what he was thinking.

Though there was no doubt when she reached down to his crotch. The joy in his heart from saving this woman carried on over to the heat in his body as he got hard from her overt affections. He had one hell of a big penis, but the saying 'Size does matter,' was a double edged sword in his case. More than a few women who he had saved like this one or who he had been compatible with from the start had been surprised as soon as they just tempted him by touching him there or worse yet, saw his bare cock for the first time. Some of them didn't stop there and were more than happy to go all the way. But most of them weren't that generous, they were actually scared by his penis, not even beginning to imagine how that thing would fit inside of them.

This woman on the other hand was not so intimidated. At first he thought it was just her joy from being rescued that spurred her on to keep feeling him up. But when he was at full extension, her smile deepened as she bared her teeth right at him. There was no doubt she liked it.

She could tell he was a little tense too. She licked her lips and said, “I want to thank you in the best way possible my hero,” in a deep husky overture before she licked her lips. She only sped up the way she was touching the monster in his pants and he felt himself getting even harder.

He didn't just want it now, he needed it. Not caring one bit about the dubious ethics in using his position as a savior to have sex with the woman he just rescued, and high on life in so many ways, he roughly grabbed her shoulders and pushed her right to the ground, with him right on top of her. Her hand was still grabbing his crotch which by now was so big that it was making his pants so much tighter, but even if she wasn't fondling him there he would still be out of control. He was dry humping her while he forcefully shoved his tongue right in her mouth.

He didn't care about her comfort one bit. But to his credit, this woman was just as much of an active participant as he was, whipping her tongue right back in his mouth and still fondling his junk getting bigger and bigger. The way the both of them were sucking face, her hand playing with his dick, they looked like two wild animals themselves rather than two people out of place in an ancient ruin.

He needed more. Still humping her, he reached down and undid his pants, freeing the anaconda from it's cage. The moment she grabbed his naked cock he went fully feral on her, raging on her. With the size disparity between these two, it almost seemed like he was going to crush her at first, but she was undaunted, not letting go of his penis and still kissing him back, still stroking him even while he was ravaging her. In her mind, she had found the perfect catch.

Her thumb touched the opening of his penis just right. He stopped kissing her to grunt as he was hit by a sudden and impromptu orgasm, blowing his load all over her. He was grinding up against her even rougher than before, getting his goo all over her clothes, taking no heed whatsoever of her comfort. He was so lost in blowing his load that he didn't even notice she was still stroking him.

He was panting roughly from the force of blowing his nut as his dick spurt out the last of it's goo. But she was far from finished with him. She grabbed him just a bit tighter with her soft hands. He thought he was going to be soft after such a strong handjob, but it turned out he was still just as hard as soon as she came onto him. That outcome pleased the both of them.

She tickled her fingers on his dick, sending all sorts of electric sensations through the shaft and most of all in his head. She might have been under him but she clearly held all the power. Not letting him go, she looked so deeply into his eyes that he was almost afraid. “Fuck me.”

Those words alone tore the last of his rationality to shreds. He rammed into her like he was a beast and didn't stop. She grabbed onto his shoulders and spread open her legs to make it easier for her to take him. She had only played the part of a helpless damsel and was used to taking dick, but she was still surprised by his energy and his sheer size. He hadn't stopped plowing her at full speed for an instant and she could only awkwardly adjust her position as much as possible to make it easier for her to take it.

The fire brewing inside of her was another thing that prevented her from looking very dignified. He hit to the end of her pussy with every thrust and didn't let up for an instant. He was so big that with the velocity of pushing and pulling inside of her felt like a vacuum of wind that was stirring a tornado on her insides. All the while his meat kept on burning inside of her, she was totally helpless against the inferno inside of her cunt.

With him pounding her so hard, she had no choice but to move right back against him as best she could. But her motions weren't just to make herself more comfy given her ass was being hit on the grassy floor under her with every one of his thrusts. Her moving back against him stoked the first of lust even hotter inside of him and was soon fucking him just as hard as he was doing with her.

While she was holding his shoulders, she pulled down the front of her dress to expose one of her breasts before him. His eyes lit up with curiosity and she nodded at him with a smile even in the midst of that wild fucking, giving him exactly the signal he needed. With her still holding onto him he pulled down her dress even more so that her chest was completely exposed to his greedy eyes. Her breasts were as big as he imagined and they were jiggling with every hump between the two of them.

The bear he chased off would have eaten her alive. But he wasn't much better. He took each of her breasts into his mouth in turn, sucking and biting all over them. After she bared her breasts, he was more than ready to satisfy every one of his dark desires with her, and licking all over their pliant texture and her hard nipples. They were already being pretty noisy in a place like this one which in hindsight wasn't the best idea for either of them, especially not now. Yet she was far louder by far, sounding a wounded beast herself, and that only spurred him on to be ever rougher with her.

He was nearing his limit. She felt it and clung into him even harder, moving her hands up his clothes and driving her nails into the back of his neck. He grunted hard, he never expected her nails to be sharp, it felt like she was tearing him apart but she didn't give him much time to think about it and pulled him into a depraved kiss. The two of them definitely looked like wild animals then, virtually indistinguishable from the one which accosted her and any other adventurers that braved these depths wouldn't know whether to think them easy marks or two savage animals in their mating season and needed to be avoided. She had wrapped her legs around his waist and her head was on his shoulder, moaning louder and louder with each push.

Pushing himself in all the way, he blew his nut right into her twat. She threw her head back and let out a deep howl which reverberated through the whole area, an unholy sound that was sinister even compared to all the sounds of ecstasy she had let loose with no shame whatsoever. He was far from afraid, and only kept on drilling her, wanting to empty himself totally inside of her.

He had never felt such an intense orgasm in his life. He suddenly felt very hollow as if all his energy had been sucked right out of him and all his muscles seemed to straight up vanish away. As he settled down, he fell on top of her, seemingly exhausted. He could not even think of her, only the weird soul shattering ecstasy that had rocked him so badly.

She was still holding onto him. She was wracked with pleasure just as much as she was but her energy was far from diminished as his was and as she murmured in the afterglow of her ecstasy, there was no doubting the wicked echo in her voice. She lazily dragged her nails across the back of his neck and he felt himself suddenly wracked by electric shivers.

He weakly looked up, slowly feeling his strength return to him. He was still inside of her, her pussy on his dick was the one thing he could still feel when he felt all but ready to black out, and now he felt himself extending back within her at full strength. A wicked smile formed on her lips as she felt it too.

She dug her nails fully into the back of his neck and his whole body jerked up. She leaned closer so that her lips were right next to his ear and breathily whispered, “Roll over.”

He did exactly as he was told. It was annoying having his now fully hard wang slip out of that tight pussy but he was compelled to obey her now and no amount of willpower would change that. He looked to his side at her, but she was already getting up.

The woman got on top of him with a twisted smile on her face. The initiative she took and the sheer exuberance in how quickly she was on top of him a matter of seconds, nobody would have guessed that she had just been ridden so roughly by a man easily twice her size. But with her on top of him now, she clearly had the upper hand. It was still only midday, but under the thick canopy of foliage, the sunlight had taken on the hues of dusk and in that growing darkness, her blue irises seemed to have taken on a faint yellow glimmer. He couldn't be sure if he was hallucinating.

And to speak of hands, she grabbed him again. She undid the front of his armor, bearing his wide muscular chest to her eyes. There was still enough light for them to see each other's finer features, let alone for a vixen like this one. His dick wasn't getting any rest anytime soon as much to his surprise, he was actually starting to get stiff in her grasp. He looked up at her weakly, he couldn't believe what was happening. Couldn't believe the racy look she was giving him either. She looked a far cry from the helpless little damsel that was scared of that bear, she looked almost feral, as if a bit of him had rubbed off on her while he was riding her so viciously. He was already speechless from the way she had coaxed him earlier, but with the position she had taken and his still potent libido, he was totally in her power.

It was barely half a minute before he was rock hard again. Licking her lips again and looking right at his manhood fully erect in the palms of her hands, she lowered her head and gave a long breathy lick on the underside of the shaft. Just like how the palms of her hands had turned him into a raging beast earlier, so too now did her tongue on his weak spot as his body was wracked both from a potent orgasm as well as coming to life within her grasp so soon reduce him to a whimpering little boy. She made sure to lick all over him, testing the consistency and thickness of his redwood.

His dick was still oozing out lots of cum too. She made sure to slurp all over him, getting as much of his jizz in her mouth as she could. She moaned a bit, sounding like a sensual temptress as she  lapped up every bit of his goo, enjoying it's sweet taste and the smell, he really was a healthy specimen. Dropping all pretexts she broke out in a fit of wicked laughter as she took a helping of his jizz in her hands and admired just how thick and shiny it was. She closed her eyes and ate one final helping of it.

Even in all that delirious pleasure, he was still captivated by her. Instead of being spent twice over after she cleaned him off, his member was still rock hard. Just like this erotic woman wanted. The sight of her gulping down his cum like it was nectar was a feast for the eyes. And when she looked into his eyes so deep with evil intent, he knew exactly what was going to happen next.

The strange woman grabbed the shaft and brought it under her her. He could feel the heat of her vagina underneath on his member. He sighed, it was unreal how warm she was in the aftermath of their mutual climax, and his penis was flowing with passion and the hot blood of strength despite having just came moments ago. She smiled, a dick this big was a rare find and by the time she was through with it, she would be the only woman he would be able to get hard for ever again.

His bulbous head reached her wet pussy lips, still dripping with his cum. His breath caught in his throat as she slowly brought it inside her, he wasn't all the way inside of her just yet but she felt perfect, so hot and wet on the enormous tip of his cock. She was still teasing him and bringing him into her slowly, her smile that was anything but harmless and she was so tight on the skin of his dick, she conformed to his pecker perfectly. She showed no discomfort and moaned loudly like a whore with each centimeter he went inside of her. The sensation, her voice, it was bringing out a side of him that had been all too repressed. At that point he lost it and grabbing her waist, brought her down as far as she would go on his shaft.

The instant his cock stabbed all the way inside of her, she made a monstrous sound not at all like the seductive persona she had been putting on. He reveled at seeing this lusty woman indulging in these levels of unashamed ecstasy and holding her hips, moved around on his penis both to loosen up that tight pussy and to really get a feel for her himself. The thick width of his penis was stretching out her twat to levels she didn't know possible, she almost felt like it was cutting new grooves into her pussy.

She looked down at him. There was no doubt she was being worked by that dick of his, she couldn't do much on top of him except simply sit on top of him. Just him being inside her was making her pussy spasm on top of his bare dick. It wasn't a surprise with how big he was, he was still potent and hard up even after blowing his load with her twice.

But as the seconds passed, she was slowly regaining a bit of her earlier poise. He was still moving her around by the hips but she looked down at him with a dirty smile and growled seductively. He was holding her good, he was already that strong on his own but his libido was fueling his wanton aggression. Still, she surprised him with the way she was using her hips. Pretty soon she was moving at a rate that was pushing his grip on her to the test.

She pulled open the front of her dress, exposing her breasts. She slapped one of them and he got the hint, grabbing those tits of hers. They were so big and his large hands were enough to cup onto them completely. He was manhandling her hooters pretty good, but she showed no discomfort whatsoever, instead slowing down the rate of her humps and moving back and forth on him like she was giving him a lap dance. He got a little into it too and fondled her teats at the rate she was fucking him.

That playfulness thrilled her. His rough caresses of her chest were driving her wild already, making her vagina squeeze on him even beyond her usual rates of promiscuity, but him getting so into it spurred her to reward him, and she deliberately tightened her vaginal muscles on his python even tighter than they already were. Somehow he was maintaining himself inside her warm confines, she was coaxing him to another nut, and he slowed down the speed of pushing himself inside her and only made strong deliberate thrusts.

There was no mistaking the amber glow of her eyes anymore, and they seemed to be radiating with a yellow glare in the slow gathering darkness of the thick overhead of branches and leaves. In any other state of mind that would cause him worry, but right now he didn't care one bit, and stared right back into them. The two of them were trying to psych each other out, see which one would break first.

Despite his rough nature and his naturally big penis, he felt himself on the losing edge. He broke his composure and suddenly stuffed her insides at a breakneck speed. He didn't care that he was losing this informal contest anymore, he just wanted it so bad.

At first she had relished seeing him losing it, feeling his big dick rock her insides harder than ever. She continued riding him at that leisurely pace, lording just how much power she held over him. But the intensity of his dick fucking her, his hands mauling her sensitive jugs was breaking her as well. Before she knew it, she was riding him with gusto, and making pathetic little squeaks not at all befitting a woman of her power.

They were going at it when he broke again, blowing another load of his semen deep inside of her. She was trying to regain her dominance when the surge of cum overflowing inside of her broke her totally, and she screamed at the top of her lungs in an undeniable climax, the sound was nothing like the evil roar that she uttered when he took his shot inside of her the first time. The air was filled with nothing but the sounds of their pathetic whimpers of pleasure.

As they were both immersed in their ecstasy, he lazily fondled her tits, felt them like she was his lover. He couldn't believe her skin could feel so good, and he just sat his head on the earthen floor. Those love cries were enough to wake any vicious creatures lying in wait deeper in these ruins just yonder, but he didn't care one bit. The whole time, her pussy was twitching all over his dick just right.

He was so at peace that he barely felt her get off him. He didn't feel limp at all, but that mutual orgasm with this woman definitely took it out of him. He was still packing some serious heat, and she stroked him with her fingers, tracing her nails on his skin. Even under the thick canopy of foliage in this strange place, it felt like his penis was exposed on a breezy hill.

But he definitely felt it when she took his manhood into her mouth once more. He wasn't back up to speed mentally just yet, but he looked back at her. Her gold eyes shone brighter than ever, and as he watched her suck him off, he read her racy intent perfectly. She didn't look like some lost damsel anymore, or even a woman grateful to her hero, but instead like a she-devil who only wanted one thing. It was easily the most erotic thing he had ever seen and coupled with the way she was sucking him off, he felt himself getting stiff again fast.

Not once looking away from him, she took him out of her mouth. His dick had been plenty worked already by this wicked vixen, but when she playfully blew a little current of air onto his dick, he felt it as if he were a virgin boy that was just getting his pecker played with for the first time. Still laying down, the heavenly sensation was making him shake as if he were having a wet dream.

He could hear her faint laughter, and he knew exactly what it meant. That cruel sound got him so turned on. She slowly licked from the base of his penis all the way up to the cock head and he jerked back. He could see her lips curl into a grin within the shadows, saw her playing with her tits and she huskily whispered, “More.”

It was phrased as a question but it sounded like a command. He just nodded fast, and she grinned, taking his phallus within the whole expanse of her cleavage. He groaned from the soft feeling of her chest on his dick.

But there was nothing soft about the way she was working him. She was moving herself fast, and with his cock already coated in her juices several times over. He couldn’t believe he still had enough stamina to be getting this hard again after blowing his load with her several times, let alone that it would feel so damn good. He was tall dark and handsome alright, but he wasn’t nearly as successful with the ladies as he had liked. Clearly he had been needing some action for awhile because everything he was doing with this woman was the best he had felt in a long time.

The sight of him so powerless before her thrilled her. That bear that threatened her life was nothing, she could have taken care of the creature no problem. But it was worth playing the part of a weak little damsel to ensnare a trophy like this one. No doubt if he had braved those ruins, she figured he had noticed her more demonic qualities by now. But the little bits of her mask coming off was nothing compared to how she intended to fuck him up later.

And there was more fun to be had. Seeing how pathetic he was getting between her lovely titties, she licked up the underside of his shaft all the way up to the cock head. He made a sound not unlike the roars of that bear as well as being something like a little boy having a nightmare. He was furiously grabbing at the ground underneath, tearing his fingers into the dirt. In a rare show of mercy, she reached forward and clasped his hands with hers like they really were devoted lovers.

Intending on finishing him off, she took his dick back into her mouth. Still holding his hands, still moving herself up and down, he was totally powerless ain her mouth and her chest fucked up his dick good. He was getting louder and louder, sounding much like a helpless little captive himself.

She licked the opening of his penis just right. That did it and he came, bursting another load of thick semen deep into her mouth. She was still holding his hands and she skillfully rubbed her wet lips on the twitching end of his pecker while feverishly licking the opening, spurring him to release a far greater load than he normally would have. All he could do was sit there and take it.

His senses were on overdrive. All that sex was wrecking him bad, the roof of trees and sunlight seemed blurry and his ears were ringing a little bit. The rest of his body felt numb. But there was no denying just how much he was feeling it in his dick. He had come here seeking treasure, and clearly found the best one of all.

And he could still hear her. “Wake up little hunter,” she cooed in a sing song voice. “You don’t want to miss this one.”

He looked up. She had turned around and was leaning forward on her knees. Her whole body was down and her ass was sticking up in the air, wiggling at him. He had seen plenty of her but somehow she could still amaze him, that booty was world class just like the rest of her.

He was too busy staring at it and not doing other things at it because she reached behind and spanked one of her cheeks, causing it to jiggle. “Fuck it,” she commanded.

It seemed like his body was on autopilot, he got up with an energy that surprised even him and his dick was standing up on end almost again immediately. He grabbed her hips and thrust himself into her rosebud as deep as he could go. She gasped sweetly, like she was a maiden being taken for the first time.

He was ramming that ass of hers good. It seemed like she could do nothing but take it, he could see that her torso was lying on the ground and a nonstop litany of moans had escaped her lips. That helpless position on her part only pushed him to ram that asshole of hers even harder. Still, there was no discomfort he could discern from her, her head was lying and turned to the side on the ground but she was looking right up at him, she was looking up at him with one eye and it shone with an all too racy intent, and she was still smiling. He slapped one of her ass cheeks and he felt her anal muscles tighten on his dick just a little more.

Especially when she moved her ass right back against him. The feeling of those fat ass cheeks hitting his hips were sublime and he pounded into her even harder, showing her no mercy. The two of them went at it, oblivious to anything else that was going on.

She somehow got herself up on all fours in the midst of that penis plowing her ass. “Play with my tits too,” she growled, and he did, leaning forward to play with her hooters, feeling them squish in between his fingers. He pinched her nipples with his big fingers, his dick was still ramming her anal cunt, there was no denying just how cruel he was being, and she just kept on moving back against him, loving every bit of it.

But she overestimated herself because her torso collapsed back on the ground. Her spirit was not lacking in any fire however because she cried out, “Harder! Harder!” And he gave her everything he got. The fire in his spirit and the power in his flesh seemed limitless, and with how many times he had cum with her and he still wanted more, it seemed like his dick was ready to burst at any time, but he just kept on giving it to her, remaining constant himself.

He suddenly froze as he was stung by a particular intense bolt of pleasure that went all the way up to his brain and he came again, bellowing louder than ever, and he filled up her asshole with his cum. He just held her there, intending to empty himself inside of that orifice totally before he finally plopped back down on the ground, his dick slipping out of her. That one definitely took it out of him.

He was lying on his side, panting hard. This woman was something else alright but that last nut seemed to take it out of him entirely. In the mental and physical afterglow of so many climaxes, he had forgotten where he was, why he came here, he couldn’t even think straight. The only thing he cared about was his own pleasure.

Nor did he notice her standing up. She did it with a small bit of discomfort, she had taken it left right and center, and her steps were a little wobbly. Still, that she was able to get up was nothing short of a miracle. She looked down at him, her eyes were blazing yellow and she had to fight the urge to throw her head back and burst into a fit of maniacal laughter.

She slowly took off the rest of her dress, revealing her beautiful pale body underneath. Her long legs and sleek hips were a feast for the eyes. She tossed it on him like he didn’t matter. But then to her surprise, he actually threw it right off. He was just as ready for more as she was.

He looked up at her. Those golden eyes of hers should have scared him, finally tipped him off that there was something off about this woman, a damsel in distress would never be found in a place like this one. But they were so bewitching and erotic, even her irises had taken on a pale glow to them. She was smiling at him.

“Did you like all of that?” she said with an alarming exuberance in her voice for a woman who had taken it here there and everywhere. He just grunted an “Uh-huh!”

“Still quite strong even after all that,” she hissed. She lowered herself down until her pussy was hovering right over his penis. The sight of him still pitching a tent even after all that crazy sex filled up even a monster like her with no small amount of joy. “It’s good that you did because that will be the last and greatest pleasure you ever feel as a man.”

“What…?” he started weakly.

“You may already know my name, feared across the lands. If you do, you will hear it again and know what a fool you were to fall into my trap. And if you do not, you will learn it and come to fear it before I make you mine forever. I am Evelynn. For you, I imagine that was the best taste of paradise you’ve ever had, but for me you were nothing more than a meal. I needed a weak minded mortal that would tether me to this reality. Weak minded,” she said, walking on over to him, “but strong of body.” Still hovering over him, she traced one of her fingers on his cheek. He just gazed deep into her demonic yellow eyes, spellbound.

“Now the time has come for your submission!” she hissed in a voice that sounded wholly demonic and she lowered herself on top of him once more.

He actually gasped, she went down all the way on his manhood. It was nothing he wasn’t used to, her libido along with her beauty was something he appreciated and she was both the perfect reward he always wanted for saving a life as well as the perfect treasure to be found in these ancient old ruins. But she was so much tighter now. That wasn’t all, he felt a surprising pleasure in his dick after all that fucking and he was raring to go, giving it right back to her. None of her words, her new persona scared him, he wanted more sex and he was going to get him some more sex.

“Yes…” she growled. “Oh yes!” There was no doubt that her moans sounded like crazed laughter at that point.

Lukas knew he should have been afraid. Those words, her true nature bared before him, he knew she was trouble and he hadn’t found a beauty in the heart of these ruins, he had found a monster that meant him harm. But she felt so damn good on his dick, he loved just laying here on the forest floor under her, and he didn’t want to escape. And a perverted part of him reckoned that the only way to win against her was to give it to her harder than before.

He didn’t know what it was but he was filled up with new life and rising up, grabbed the small of her back and pulled her close to him. Even in the height of her ecstasy and at that dominant mindset, Evelynn was surprised by his initiative. He sucked all over her bare tits, practically eating them whole, and was pumping into her with a renewed vigor. This rough treatment smarted a bit on her end, even a demon of great power like her was sensitive as any other woman. She was also more than annoyed, this attitude of his was not she had expected of her new slave. But then she realized that him giving into her so easily was just another side effect of her growing mental hold on him.

He looked up into her eyes, he had much the look of a demon himself now. Without warning he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, and she held onto him even more for support, wrapping herself wholly around him. Her breasts chafed up against his muscular chest with every movement between the two of them, his big dick was stretching her vaginal walls to widths and heights of pleasure she didn’t know possible. She knew she would have a lot of fun with him beyond just a means to an end to exist in this realm.

Then he broke his face away from hers and grunted a manly growl, blowing another sweet load deep inside her pussy. It pushed her to her own final climax that day, and she howled out her own cry of release. But where his noises sounded feral and without reason, she actually did finally break out into wild laughter. The spell was complete.

He was just laying his head on her chest, panting and taking it all in, when she grabbed his cheeks so that he was looking into her eyes. “Understand that for the rest of your life, my big dicked master..” She actually stopped, that was a slip of the tongue, those words hadn’t meant to escape her mouth! Then again, with all that they had just done, she couldn’t help herself, even a being of great power was moved from all that fucking. But she quickly caught herself and said, “...I mean, my personal toy, that you are Evelynn’s, now and forever.”

She chanted an incantation in some language he couldn’t begin to make sense of. Her voice didn’t sound feminine and it didn’t sound masculine, it sounded like something else altogether, and he felt the power of her magic working it’s hold over him, breaking his mind and shackling his body. At first he closed his eyes, submitting to her power.

But then just as he felt her power binding him, pushing him towards the darkness, he moved back against it with his own strength. He cried out, summoning his elemental power and his imposing physical stature and threw her off him, resisting her power. He was panting, that one had really taken a lot out of him. But he was free.

She was laying there on the ground before him. “How...how did you resist my power?”

“I don’t know...maybe I’m a lot stronger than you realized, demon. But,” he said, picking up his equipment, “I’m done here.” That statement was a lot harder to make than he realized, her lying there on the ground, he was tempted to take her again. But he couldn’t risk it.

She smiled at him, even if he couldn’t see it wholly in the growing darkness of that canopy, he could tell it by the tone of her next words. “But enough of the spell was complete. You are mine, mortal. Never forget that.”

Those words alone sent a shiver through his spine and a newfound heat in his penis. He stared at her for several moments, he was again tempted to ravish her. But his senses won and he got his clothes back on, leaving her there. He turned around and left.

Despite all that wild fucking, his senses returned to him as he remembered all the old traps he had braved, all the danger involved. He made his way back through the ruin, taking his time and making sure to do things slow. By the time he was out and back on the outskirts of Ixtal proper, the sun was setting over the horizon. It was nice to see the sky after all being in that darkness after all that time. No demons, no monsters, no ruins. Just regular old life.

He had to get back to the capital, he had found some loot that would earn him some coin. But then he heard Evelynn’s voice screech, You will never be free of me!

It was loud, it was sudden and he turned back, expecting to see her behind him, having followed him out of the ruins. But no, there was nothing. He looked all around him, expecting to see her presence. Again, there was nothing. Just the trees and the faint cries of birdsong.

“Where are you?” he muttered under his breath.

Always with you. You resisted me, and it is rare that someone can do that. The spell was complete.

“If that’s the best you got, I ain’t worried. You’re just a voice in my head. But then again, you could get annoying. How long is this going to last before you take the hint and go away?”

For as long as your life may be.

“That suits me fine. You’re stuck with me, not the other way around.”

Her laughter echoed in his head. He found himself turned on and annoyed at the same time. But from her position still in the ruins, she heard him laugh right back. It was just as much of a power move as her cackling had been. In truth, he had been annoyed by that giggling of hers. He couldn’t begin to imagine living the rest of his life like this. And she would try to ensnare him to her control once more, and he would always have some annoying quip to shoot back at her.

When they both realized what a pain in the ass this setup would be, they both let out an annoyed, “Fuck!”