A Most Delightful Bounty - Part 2

Part 2

"That's some hooker."

"That aint no hooker, it's a mage!"

"Must be a nymphomancer."

"What? Why would a nymphomancer be this far north? It's too damn cold up here fer 'em!"

"See the cloak and the tattoos? It's gotta be!"

"Hey nympho! You can have my seed too!"

A round of guffaws as the broad muscular man stepped forward, fishing out his cock.

"Yeah me too!"

"And me!"

Pretty soon guys were stepping forward while pulling out cocks of all shapes and sizes. Synara rolled here eyes as she pulled back, revealing her ample bosom to all. As guys crowded in to try and shove it down her throat, one made the mistake of gripping her hair. Her eyes flashed dangerously as she chomped down hard on the guy's cock.

As he staggered back and fell over, she spat out the flesh she'd torn out. The guys stared in horror, once hard cocks starting to go flaccid, as she continued riding Velarius without breaking pace. It was only just now that they noticed that the fool they once thought was lucky was actually sealed to the dock.

"If you boys want to get involved, you're going to have to wait your turns!" Her voice held no amusement, only threat. Then, she smiled sweetly, despite her golden lips being stained with the crimson of blood. "Of course, you big strapping men can always start stroking for me while you enjoy the show."

They were reluctant at first. They certainly gave her much more of a wide clearing than the near trampling of Velarius they had before. But, as she licked the blood off her lips and spat it out, then running her hands over her chest, squeezing and pressing them together, they got more into it. That fucker was stupid, after all. If they waited their turn like good boys, the sexy lady with the enchanting eyes would probably fuck them silly like that lucky fucker she was on top of.

Massaging her heavy, massive mammaries, she shifted from bouncing on Velarius to grinding against him. Thrusting her hips forward and back, she pinched and rolled her own thick, perky nipples. The sheer amount of sexual energy that started permeating the docks was almost overwhelming, but she managed to somehow keep control and channel it into the storage glyphs within her cloak. The more energy that the cloak absorbed, the darker, more lustrous black it became.

Synara ignored the men, who were jerking their cocks and staring hard. She focused more on Velarius, of his massive fuck meat she was currently grinding onto. The goo in his ass redoubled its efforts, as she started to lift her hips as she pulled them back, before her ass slammed down on his balls and ground forward. She barely let herself get distracted over the fact that some of them adjusted position, and tried to spray their loads all over her, only to have their swift seed evaporate into energy in mid air.

It wasn't too long before Synara was tugging and squeezing her nipples a little harder, rolling her wrists as the rest of her fingers squeezed on her breasts. She no longer lifted her hips, instead just grinding against him as hard and fast as she can.

For his part, Velarius started to writhe more, getting more and more into it. His hips thrust up as much as they could, bouncing her softly as she rode him. His moans were becoming lower and lower, more like bestial growls. Her pussy was so damn tight, he had heard tale that nymphomancers had more control over their holes than an artist had over his fingers, but this was ridiculous! It felt as if she was gripping his cock almost as hard as when he was getting bear hugged by an ogre.

Finally, it hit him. She ground down on him as his hips thrust hard. His body shuddered, before nearly spontaneously shifting. Muscles bulged, bones cracked, he suddenly started becoming much more hirsute. Before three more thrusts of her hips, she was now riding a full fledged werewolf.

The crowd gasped, cursed, and staggered back, drawing blade and pistol. Velarious let out a howl that woke the city, tearing chunks out of the docks as he pulled his arms up. Synara gasped with surprise as she felt the canine knot swell a couple inches from the base, ballooning to lock her in place.

The sudden sensation caused her to clench tighter around him, yanking his crotch flesh as she continued to grind. Her back arched, her toes curled, her head hung back with her mouth open in a cry of pure ecstasy, throwing the hood of the cloak off to reveal her long lustrous black hair. Her body quaked, shivering as she muscled through the orgasmic vibrations, managing to just barely thrust her hips.

Velarius' cum seed erupted within her, filling her womb to the brim. Breaking mostly free of his bonds, he gripped her hips, claws digging into the soft plump flesh. He held her in place, only small thrusts from either of them accompanied their orgasmic spasms now.

The peanut gallery watched as her soft plump belly began to swell slightly, as the mage and her beastly lover twitched and spasm together. The tattoo above their conjoining started to glow, giving even more light with which to see their lewd display. Her belly continued to swell, until it looked like she'd put on several more pounds. The beast and his woman panted together, relaxing...

Then, she was slowly being lifted up. She looked down at him, blinking with surprise as her eyes glowed a deeper violet, flashing brighter. The wolf all but ignored her as he pulled her off of him slowly. Their audience let out a soft groan as her pussy slid off his massive engorged knot with a wet sloppy *schlopp!*. To their utter astonishment, she gaped for only the briefest of seconds before her pussy clenched down tight around his cock again. Both of them twitched as he finally pulled her off, then unceremoniously dropped her panting on the ground. Not a single drop of the beast's cum oozed from her abused honey pot.

The cracking and breaking of wood echoed across the docks, as the beast ripped his limbs free of his bondage. Or rather, ripped good sized chunks of planking from the wharf. She blinked, then smirked as she leaned back on a hand, watching him run off. He stopped, looking back at her once as his tail wagged a couple of times, then resumed his flight. She shook her head.

She let out a satisfied sigh, watching him leap onto a roof and sprint off on all fours, unleashing a howl to the moon. "The chase is on again."

She blinked as men crowded around her. She closed her eyes with a sigh. After such a good fuck, she really didn't want to bother with so many pathetic specimens. Over half of them had already blown a load by the time she had her first orgasm, and a few already blew three and went off to bed. She was positively brimming with energy, though, so she had some prana to burn.

A very large, very hirsute, very broad and muscular specimen came to stand over her. He gripped an eight inch shaft, wiggling it in front of her face. "My turn little slut." His grin was positively lecherous, and she already knew he was probably planning on claiming her as his own.

A quick flick of her pinky finger with a bored sigh had the man's eyes go wide. She looked to the side with a completely disinterested look as a solid white arrow was sticking out of his chest. The blood splatter coated the side of her face, which she licked off her lips as she lifted her pinky. The arrow lifted the man effortlessly, and as she stood, deposited him beside her.

"I've changed my mind, you are all far too pathetic to satisfy me." She ran a hand through her hair, tossing it a little. "I've had enough of a meal for one night. Off to bed with you boys, or whatever venereal lady boys you spend your nights with."

The sound of drawing weapons caused the nymphomancer to roll her eyes. She held up her hand, and several more arrows of Valerius' cum floated up from between her legs. A slight twitch of her fingers had them shift into long, wicked looking blades. Placing her hand between her thighs, she pulled her hand away, the long strand of seed transforming into a long whip, vicious looking thorns adorning its length until a three inch blade jutted from the tip.

"And here I was hoping to save it, but... Well," she rubbed her slightly less swollen belly, "I've got enough."

She licked her golden lips one more time, six dancing blades and a whip all that stood between her, and a horde of men planning on raping her until she was nothing more than a cum covered fuck slut. Whistles in the background, she laughed. Seems the corrupt guards were about to show up, and would likely have the same idea.

"Hah... Reminds me of my first day at the academy."

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The well-dressed man shifted on his cushion uncomfortably, the tall, imposing looking woman in shimmering black boots and cloak made him extremely uncomfortable. The Kamesian slaver eyed the body being dragged into a back room. She had taken him down without even so much as a glance! If he could but somehow drain her power, she would make a wonderful harem girl.

"Now, Makresh... About that job you hired me for, the escaped slave? You never told me he was wolf-kin." Her smile did not touch her eyes.

"Ahem... Yes, well, that information was not relevant. He is an escaped slave, that is all." Makresh looked at her seriously, but the beads of sweat forming at his brow betrayed his nervousness.

"I'm quite certain it was.... But, no matter... That bounty is not worth the hassle to track him down and capture him for you."

"So it's renegotiation then? Fine," he turned his nose up at her, damn bounty hunters were all the same, "I shall double it."

"Triple."

"What!?"

She shrugged, her eyebrows arching ever so slightly. "Well, if you won't pay, you'll just have to find someone else to-"

"Alright alright!" He waved his hands, shaking his head. "There is no one else left! Triple, as you ask!"

This time, her smile did reach her eyes. Inclining her head to him, he did the same. "It has been a pleasure doing business with you, oh leader of the greatest of caravans."

"And with you, most powerful of hunters."

She turned, and sauntered towards the door. She stopped as the guard grabbed the handle. She turned her head back to look at him over her shoulder.

"Oh, and Makresh, most generous of employers... You can keep the money. I'll be keeping Velarius."

Makresh' shock was evident by the stunned silence. She sauntered out, her fierce voice musical once again as she laughed. She was looking forward to finding Velarius again... The chase was always fun, but the capture and resulting release was better.

"Mmm...." She licked her lips. She could feel herself getting wetter already....

To be Continued?

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