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🖤🖤 23 — Pleasing her whims
🕑 Added 2025-06-20 09:23:59 +0000 UTCRennia was on her knees, legs splayed in opposite directions, hands on the wooden floor, gawking at the astral spirit's shameless obscenity. Ishmere had spread her own legs, her doll-like and dormant body in full view of Rennia.
Magical-imbued light glistened faintly along both Ishmeres but seemed to gravitate around her thighs. Rennia could feel a sense of heat emanating from both. She was left frozen, barely staying upright after the day's ordeal. An erection had formed; she felt her cock twitch below her abdomen, slowly rising.
She was in emotional distress, a cascade of emotions, adrenaline and fatigue, and now renewed excitement. "Say that again?"
"I need you to fuck me. Fuck me good."
Rennia's brain was barely functional and her heart was beating again. It had been much easier when she had let Ishmere fuck her, but then she had felt like she was under a compulsion, a magical spell. She stared down at her forming length in her pants. There was no way she was going to control herself, was there? She just had to do it, she just had to fuck and get it over with.
Ishmere became quiet, her brow starting to raise, almost annoyed. She glowed faintly. There was nothing revolting about the doll body, nothing at all. The tight pussy of the actual Ishmere seemed inviting even. There was an ambient sensation in the room too, a smell and a feeling, like magical lubricant.
It was just that she felt she was stepping over boundaries, like this was the point of no return for whatever was in store for her. So far Ishmere didn't seem all that wise, just powerful. Was this going to be another mistake, like the orchard?
"I feel like what I'm about to do is heretical in a hundred different nations," Rennia freaked. "That's practically a hollow..."
She didn't finish her sentence and Ishmere corrected her, frowning unusually. "It's just that my body is dormant, don't read into it, Rennia. Technically having sex in dungeons is outlawed if done by the wrong participants. It has never stopped a paladin or a battle-nun from playing with wild orcs. Just... play along, would you?"
"My dick's confused, okay? It doesn't know what it wants."
The astral spirit sighed. "Well, then let me make it simple for you. It wants this, it wants an immortal fuckhole, and it's right here. Mine."
Rennia stared at Ishmere's body. She wanted to part those tight, flushed lips and taste what lay hidden inside. They were smooth and damp from the spirit vapor that leaked from the astral spirit body double.
Tight, it had to be tight. She could just stick it in there and get it over with, this aching sensation. What was stopping her? She wanted to know. The dynamic, the fact Ishmere was presenting. Would she be relegated to something less than being taught how to deal with having a penis? Because this was not how to deal with this. This was hot.
Rennia tried distracting herself. She even tried standing up and walking away. It didn't take long for her fingers to be back at her shaft again, slowly stroking.
"Well, why can't you possess a fucking blanket or a pillow and fuck yourself? Why does it have to be me? You have a cock, don't you?"
Ishmere interjected her nonsensical suggestion. "A pillow doesn't have my ass, Rennia. Besides, I need energy, magical energy—yours. My body and spirit were split by a sexually active binding spell. The only way to re-anchor and break the binding is to stick a penis inside and thrust."
Rennia let the image sit and brew in her mind. She imagined an escaping Ishmere, presumably from the tavern and into the strange dark cave, thrust to the ground and fucked by a total stranger.
"I can sense your arousal, Rennia. Much less see it. If your cock is going to be that hard, your mouth should do less jabbering. If you don't want to help me, then just leave. So why are you standing around?"
Rennia threw off the padded and thick gambeson. It hit the floor with a thump. She was sweaty again after the spider's chase. The thing still lay there dormant in the window, and she was going to fuck in front of it. Her boots came off, and then her socks, which had a scent she wouldn't comment on. She stood bare, partly ashamed but sexually ready. Her cock stood at six inches again, but she could feel stretching tears as it got longer.
She approached both Ishmeres, kneeling in front of her dormant body and sitting with eyes looking down at her curves. Astral Ishmere popped away and reappeared on a chair, feet crossed on a table, arms folded.
"You can do what you want."
Rennia glanced at her, cautious. The implications of that were serious, but if she was okay with it...
She got a little curious, naughtily so. She had heard of sex dolls and exotic person-like automatons being sold in the capital cities. This was the closest thing to that, probably. Her hands started moving along the body, slowly. Her fingers traveled along the navel and then slid up to Ishmere's breast. She cupped her breasts. They were warm, smaller than hers, but firm and heavy in her grip. She squeezed it, and her finger brushed over Ishmere's pink nipples, checking if the body responded.
It did.
The specter jolted in the chair, head turning abruptly. Rennia did it again, pinching her nipple. It did work. Ishmere fell through the chair, hovering off the ground. "I'm not a potion bottle, you know. If you're planning on popping me, be gentle."
Rennia rolled her eyes. She was always trying to be snarky or ridiculous. Rennia was just exploring. She tried again, her hands tracing downwards instead to her thighs, tracing skin and brushing Ishmere's thick thighs with her hands.
Rennia nearly jumped. Ishmere twitched, but so did the doll's leg. The nipples grew slightly thick and she swore the temperature of the dormant Ishmere started rising. "I said you could do what you like, but is foreplay necessary?"
Yes. Yes it was. Rennia, possessed by lust and carnal sin, seemed to think so. What was fucking if you got it over with and done? Her fingers slid lower, down her slit. She did end up splitting the lips, then gave Ishmere a quick flick. The dormant and smaller cock of Ishmere stirred, just a minor twitch, like a muscle going off. And her pussy pulsated.
"Oh?" Rennia said.
"Oh, oh, am I some kind of experiment for you? Can't you get it done and over with? I am eager to breathe."
Rennia, curious, gave her clit another tap, harder. And Ishmere's little cock jerked. The spirit inched closer. She was turning more... ghostly, puffy, like she was dissolving. She mumbled something but Rennia couldn't hear. Just the moaning, the faint hovering distorted moans.
Rennia realized the body reacted to the touch of her body and soul. It made her wonder if her body had reacted when Ishmere had railed her from behind, or were they too far apart? Rennia wanted to pretend that she didn't enjoy that experience, but it had been enjoyable. It had elevated her.
Her hand hovered over her own cock, fingers inches away. She started stroking herself slowly. "Fuck it, Ishmere. You made me squirm, I'm going to repay the favor."
Ishmere's voice crackled from around her, thinner and unclear now, barely holding shape and cloudlike. "Then stop teasing and get inside of me, before I lose my sensibilities..."
