Great Journey: Whims of Fate

The world was a haze of gray mist and starlight. From somewhere distant, everywhere and nowhere, whispers drifted through the silence like wind through hollow bones:

"…severed… soul… wandering…"

"…not name… not flesh…"

"…shadows… brother…"

"…light forgets… flame… still river…"

"…where roads meet… it wakes…"

"…fate watches… threads tighten… crowns… breaking…"

"…echo stirs… reflection lost…"

"…until the end… begins… again…"

Each word passed over his skin like a breath, tugging at something buried deep within. When he woke, the final whisper still clung to the edges of his consciousness:

"…the heart waits…"

"Master?" Elyra's voice came softly from the corner of the ceiling, rousing Bastion from his stupor.

"Eli, what time is it?" Bastion asked, his voice unsteady, the dream still fresh in his veins.

"A few hours before morning. You should keep resting. You look pale," Elyra said, her tone touched with concern.

"I'll be fine. I think I just had a nightmare."

Unease gnawed at the back of Bastion's mind. He felt an immeasurable heartache, unlike anything he'd known before. It sat heavy in his chest, a quiet dread blooming beneath his ribs like sickness.

"You should still rest," Elyra said again, more gently.

"Come to bed. Let me hold you," Bastion murmured, trying to keep the tremor from reaching his words.

"Yes, Master."

Elyra dropped from the ceiling with fluid grace, removed her maid uniform, and slipped under the covers beside him, naked.

She turned her back to him, and Bastion spooned her, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

"You're shaking, Master."

"Just give me a few minutes."

The unease dulled, retreating like a tide. He entwined his legs with hers, pulled her closer to his chest, and breathed in her scent. There was none, likely the work of her Class.

Elyra leaned back into his chest, one hand resting over his arm, the other gently caressing his thigh. She had never seen her master so distraught before. 

Though she didn't know how to take his pain away, being in his arms seemed to help, the tremble in his body was slowly easing.

Wanting to offer more comfort, she pressed herself closer, her movements soft and gentle, seeking to remind him that he wasn't alone.

*Warning: Contains Sex from this point on but some plot as well*

Bastion felt Elyra grind on him gently, waking his flaccid cock. At full mass, it measured 8 inches (20 cm) long and 6 inches (15 cm) in girth. He was quite satisfied with his partner. At least, he thought it was impressive. With so many big guys in this fantasy world, it might not be enough to compete. Thankfully, they had penis enlargement/reduction spells to help with that.

Bastion slowly lifted Elyra, drawing her close as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. His lips brushed gently against her shoulder and neck, each kiss slow and deliberate, as if grounding himself in her presence.

The reaction was immediate as Elyra lifted her leg and squeezed his erecting cock between her thighs. She rubbed her thighs together and felt his cock grow harder by the second until it started to throb. 

She knew he was ready so with one hand, she slipped the cock inside herself while the other cast the contraception spell. 

A soft pink glow lit her hand as a complex spell circle formed above her delicate palm. She pressed it gently against her lower abdomen, channeling the spell into herself. As the light faded, she exhaled quietly, conception would no longer be a concern.

Bastion slowly pressed deeper into her, their movements gentle and unhurried as Elyra met him with matching rhythm, until he was fully enveloped in her warmth. She felt comforting, anchoring, and for a long moment, he simply stayed there, holding her close, hands roaming her body with quiet reverence.

"Let's stay like this for a while," he whispered near her ear.

"Anything for you, Master," she replied softly, her voice a balm to the ache he couldn't name.

"Master… may I ask? What's wrong?"

"My dream was strange. Just whispers, disjointed, meaningless. But when I woke, my chest ached like something was missing. It felt like… my heart had been hollowed out. And dread was creeping in. I needed your warmth to steady myself."

"Are you calm now?"

"Yes. Thank you, Eli."

"You're welcome, Master."

They stayed in that position for almost an hour until the quiet warmth slowly gave way to lust.

Bastion's cock was still throbbing inside Elyra making both of them hornier as time passed. Even Elyra started to fidget slowly to get herself off even though her master was hurting. She was getting hornier by the second. 

"Are you okay now?" Elyra asked gently, a hint of eagerness in her voice.

"I think so," he said, his tone softer, steadier.

"Can you fuck me now? Please master. I want it so bad. I need you."

"Anything for my lovely Eli."

Bastion brought his hips back leaving a vacuum in her wet pussy where his cock had been comfortably nestled and thrust back in with full force. 

"Ah," Elyra gasped. 

He repeated until he got into a steady comfortable rhythm. Not too fast nor too slow.

"More, Master… please, give me more," Elyra whispered, her voice trembling with need.

Bastion obliged as he sped up, increasing the force of each thrust. He reached down with a hand and played with her clit while the other lightly pinched her nipple. 

"Thank you, Master. Thank you," Elyra moaned.

She turned her upper body without repositioning her waist and faced towards Bastion, eyes greedy for more affection. 

Bastion smiled before leaning in for a kiss. 

She immediately stuck her tongue into Bastion's mouth as their tongues danced around each other all while Bastion continued to fuck her from behind. 

Feeling his climax approaching, Bastion shifted positions, pressing Elyra beneath him. He lifted her hips as he rose to his knees, guiding her onto all fours before moving with greater urgency, their bodies moving in a rhythm.

He would slam her ass to his cock while she followed his lead. He gently held her bushy tail with one hand while the other gripped her waist. 

She turned back to look straight into Bastion's eyes with intense desire.

"I'm close, Master. Please, just a few more seconds."

"Cum for me, Eli."

A few seconds later, Bastion felt his cock locked in a vice like grip as the walls of her pussy tightened. She was cumming hard.

"I'm cumming, Master. I'm cumming."

Bastion kept his rhythm steady while she rode out her orgasm until it was his turn.

Bastion grunted as he came as well. Drowning in pleasure, he slowed his rhythm until it came to a stop while occasionally pumping to keep the orgasm going. 

Finally finished riding out his orgasm, Bastion collapsed beside Elyra in comfort but she wasn't done yet.

She mounted him, shoved the tip of his flaccid cock into her pussy, and started grinding until it got harder and dug deeper into her.

She placed her hands on his rock hard abs for balance and started moving back and forth, getting a steady rhythm going.

Bastion, meanwhile, had both hands on her thighs, savoring the smooth texture and subtle firmness beneath his touch. His fingers wandered lower, gliding through the soft fur along her reverse-jointed legs. 

He reached all the way down to her incredibly soft hind paws, gently massaging her pads with his fingertips, each motion drawing moans from Elyra as she continued to ride him with unrestrained passion.

He didn't have a foot fetish but adorable paw pads were still adorable even in the middle of sex. 

He stared at her lust filled face full of desire for more. His eyes roamed her naked form atop his waist and took in the sight. 

Elyra sat tall and graceful, her pale skin glowing like moonlight against the dark. Her figure was slender and elegant, with gentle curves and subtle strength in her limbs. Atop her head, a pair of tall, velvety dog ears twitched faintly each time his cock entered her, adding an otherworldly charm to her already ethereal beauty.

"You're so beautiful, Eli," Bastion said in awe.

"Master… Master… Master!" she repeated as she lifted her waist and slammed her pussy down on his cock with full force, repeatedly. Love and passion oozing from her voice.

Her large breasts free and bouncing violently while her waist slammed down onto his. She was staring down at Bastion like a predator with her icy blue eyes until they suddenly widened as her rhythm hastened. She was close to cumming again.

With one final drop, she came but Bastion wasn't done so he held her waist and lifted his hips to bounce her on top of him while she collapsed onto his chest from the orgasm.

She dragged her soft tongue slowly across his chest, tasting the sweat on his skin with each lingering lick. Moans escaped her lips with every thrust, her nails digging into his chest as waves of pleasure overtook her. 

Suddenly, she bit into his shoulder, her sharp canines piercing just enough to draw blood. The wound sealed almost instantly, and she lapped at the crimson drops with care, mindful not to let a single drop escape. 

Bastion was enjoying the sensation when his orgasm came and with one final thrust, he shot hot cum deep inside her. 

Elyra grinded slowly to help him ride out his orgasm while kissing his wounds until he stroked her long black hair prompting her to simply lay on top of him with his cock still hard inside her.

Like so, they gently drifted off to sleep.

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