Have your guard mates bring you the warden
From Create Your Own Story
It's time, you tell two of the former guards to get dressed and take you to their warden. They are all too happy to oblige, and you stand from your throne surrounded by hundreds of beautiful naked elves, all wanting nothing more than for you to pleasure them. Everyone lays their hands all over you as you walk past them, but they're not on your mind right now. Your thoughts focus solely on fucking the warden's brains out, and your cock hardens like never before.
You feel a little strange too. You can't quite place your finger on it, but something is a little different about you. Maybe it's the fact that you have more mates than the entire history of orcs, or any other race. It might be doing something to you that you were unaware of. But all that leaves your mind as you approach the warden's office.
One of your mates heads in first, and says to the warden, "Ma'am, you have a guest."
You take that as your sign to enter, and walk in. The warden is sitting at her desk, wearing a fancy suit, with some glasses, writing reports. She looks at you, and with a grin says, "And what can I do for you, orc?"
"You can strip and get on your hands and knees, so I can fuck you."
The warden sets down her pen, and laughs. "Quite confident, aren't you?"
"I have every right to be. Everyone in the prison is now devoted to me. All except for you."
"Is that right?" the warden says as she stands. "So, if I ordered my guards to take you back to your cell, they wouldn't?"
"Exactly."
She chuckles. "Guards, remove this worm from my sight." But when the guards make no motion to remove you, the warden takes a deep breath. "So, you weren't lying."
"W-we're sorry, warden." one of the guards says. "But, Master's cock is so good, we can't help it."
The warden sits down on top of her desk and takes a deep breath. "I know when to admit defeat, orc. You have utterly crushed me, without me even realizing it."
"Do you regret admitting me to your prison?" you ask.
The warden takes off her glasses, and starts to unbutton her blouse. "Regret is unprofessional. Just make it quick." she says as her blouse and skirt fall off her luscious body.
| Status | ||
| Health | Horny, mated to 499 elves | Equipment:
naked |
| Experience | sexual deity | |
| HP | 100 | |
