Chapter 2 - Playing it too close to the flame

Friendly reminder that I am open for Comms again.
RHS did me a favor and hired me for this piece. It was fun, I really love comms like this.

Their footsteps weigh on her more than she’d like. The pair of them, that’s the problem, her own soft boots on the ground are fine but the other set with her lights her heart ablaze in more ways than one. It’s not fair, she shouldn’t be at all attracted to this ‘heroic’ oaf and yet, the very sight of him reminds her of a blazing warmth that was dripping out of her not too long ago. Maybe it’s just his sexual skills? She could live with that, being in love with his overly practiced skills but not him. As a powerful mage herself, she can understand the idea of being fascinated with the power of others, even if she kind of views herself as above that normally. “Damn-it Rance.” She grumbles out.

“What’d I do?” Her companion laughs by her side, causing her grimace to gain an even stronger power to it.

“You exist.” She says scornfully, eying him with everything she can manage. Malice doesn’t cover it, but then, he’s used to this kind of thing. It makes him stronger.

“Damn right I do!” His prideful proclamation only manages to make her heart race a little more. Rage, it’s rage, it has to be rage. She holds it in her fingertips, in her being, uses it to power her will and circulate her power. She ignores the itch deep inside, ignores the wants for more potently begging her from places that don’t see the sun.

“Ooh, they’re cute.” That is until his voice cuts through her thoughts, and her eyes gaze over to take in what he’s looking at. A trio of girls walking on the same path as them, luckily coming from the other direction so she won’t have to deal with it for long. She can’t help but scowl at them, her eerie gaze obviously reaching them as they take a step to the side on the path, ensuring they’re further away from them when they pass. No, it can’t be her, it’s him. It has to be him. She looks back at him smirking about something while staring at her instead, and she feels that rage from earlier heat up her scalp. It makes her hair tingly, and the back of her neck. Her cheeks too, nice and hot, the jerk really has done it now. How dare he make her scare these girls to keep them away from him?

“You’re jealous.” He accuses her with that sureness he holds in everything he says. He’s so confident, it just makes her want to punch him in those punchable lips. “Makes sense, you can’t resist me for a second.”

“That’s not true, be quiet.” It’s a snap from her that makes her doubt herself all the more. There’s no reason he should get her so angry, and yet, here it is, a burning pillar inside of her trying to get out at a moment’s notice. “You’re never getting to touch me again.”

“You say that now, but I bet the moment we’re settled in for the day at the nearby village, we’ll fuck until tomorrow.” She can practically hear his fingers resting on his chin, and feel his leer on her ass. He’s such a predictable oaf. It’s all she can do to keep her feet facing forward and her steps marching her on. The desire to kick him once, twice, then another thirty times has her grinning like a loon while her flaming rage overtakes her deep inside her core.

“Careful now, I might burn you.” She teases with the calmest voice she can manage. “Maybe I’ll take a spell to that offending weapon of yours, then you’ll never leer at girls like that ever again.”

“I don’t think you have it in you to deprive yourself of something you love, even if you were strong enough to beat me.” He denies. Rance… Rance sucks. She finds her cheeks puffing with air, unable to refute him despite how much she wants to. He’d only use it to brag and taunt her all the more anyway, so it’s probably for the best. She focuses on the trip instead, excited for all the warm treats she’ll buy herself once she’s there. Actually, no, all the warm treats she’ll make him buy her instead!

“Ah-hey-that’s-” She can’t help the blissful melody in her voice as she cries out, getting a little louder with every thrust of their clashing hips. She didn’t want it, really, she swears she tried her hardest to resist him and his domineering personality. She did everything she could not to get plugged here! And yet, she can’t help but tease him all the deeper into her pussy.

They’d done just as she’d desired, gotten sweet treats and pigged out like there was nothing to worry about. She’d wandered up to their room with him, hanging off him just a little bit and whispering exotic ideas into his ear- nothing slutty she promises - and he’d totally taken the wrong idea! How could she have known that reminding him he’s fertile and her womb is ready could have made him think that way! Now she’s face down in a pillow, both arms wrapped around it, her tits pressed into the bed and her ass up in the air. He’d expertly stripped her so fast she hadn’t even realized what was happening until there was dick at her core. For him, getting undressed is more natural than breathing, he’s a naked ninja! “Oh, hey, I’m not that wet yet!~” She scolds his rapid and rough fucking of her insides, wishing she wasn’t lying while her voice betrays her. She’s soaked, she knows she’s soaked, he knows she’s soaked; nothing she’s said in the last hour has been anything but convenient lies she’s not sure why she’s telling. Teasing him had to result in this, she’s not dumb enough to think otherwise, and yet she couldn’t resist!

He has to know she’s a dripping mess, because his cock is the one forcing her to lose sweet nectar down her thighs and onto the bed the inn had freshly cleaned for them from the last people. They’d warned her when they got the room that the sounds of fucking would be heard throughout the whole inn, and only that thought has her hands covering her mouth as she’s eagerly pounded and exploited. She can’t help how her hips smash back against him and treat his balls to her creamy white thighs, but she really wishes she could! “Gnnn!” Aggravation flows through her with every spark of desire swirling around. She can’t help it, can’t stop herself from crying out even with her soft and magical palms forcefully muffling herself. Even if she could completely stifle herself, it wouldn’t matter much, his thrusts make the bed bounce and send vibrations deep into the floor. “Stop!” She shouts mid-moan, unconvincing for anyone who can hear her, especially unconvincing for Rance. Most importantly, her protest is unconvincing for her. Rance actually gets faster, pounding her more desperately by the second. Her moans echo his desires, and she knows she’s about to be getting a hot load so deep so very soon.

“You’re really not gonna cast the spell yet?” He teases her, knowing damn well her answer, and how hot that answer is making her deep inside. “You might get pregnant this time, haah, I really feel a lot of cum ready to pump into you!” So can she. His dick’s bloated with the load he’s about to shoot, so much jizz is about to pack itself deep inside her and there’s nothing she can do but enjoy herself without relent.

“You know I won’t, ah-give you the ability to go harass, mnn- random girls!” She shouts, losing control of her voice for a long second as he grinds his dick into the top of her pussy. Every fold wavers from his powerful pounding. Her whole identity twists around him, milking his shaft for dear life. So much dear life. She’s not some delicate girl who’ll be hurt because he was a little too rough and he knows that now. He’s using her for all she’s worth, and using every thrust to get a little deeper. His tip smashing against her womb, causing her to lose control of her tongue and forget about it all for a moment that she’s sure the entire inn heard.

“Sounds to me like you just want me all to yourself!” His hips slap into her faster and faster, rocking the bed and bouncing her body. She tries her hardest to keep the flush off her face, to not dignify his accusation with any reasonable response, but it’s a lot more than she can take. “Gonna cum, take my babies!” He’s not even trying to avoid it anymore. He’s eager to seed her, and she can tell he’s getting more and more eager every time they have sex. Long since past are the days when she actually resisted him. As much as she wants to be the girl who could resist him, that’s just not her anymore.

“You won’t!” She argues vehemently, looking back at him with a forced scowl and waggling her ass up and along his cock. Her body doesn’t share much thought with her words, but that’s okay. No matter what she says, she’ll get her risky creampie deep and hot.


”Guaah!” Her thoughts are interrupted by a blazing heat working its way into her core. Every buck of his dick pouring more searing conception into her. Every grind of her pussy lips meet him and accept everything he has to give. How many times can this happen before there’s consequences?

Annoyingly enough, the thought has her humping back faster, trying to grasp his thick hyper weapon with everything she has and drag as much jizz as she can right into her awaiting depths. It’s peaceful, wonderful, and for a few moments she can forget just how much she hates him and accept his caring seed as proof that he’s not such a bad guy.

Pretty as can be, and by no means lacking in confidence, the local general store shopkeeper girl is more than enough to set her off. Just looking at her and her plump curves has her imagining exactly what Rance would like to do to her voluptuous body. If she found it in her to cast the spell, he’d already be hitting on this girl, he’s probably thinking of doing it anyway. What does he care if he leaves a billion babies in their wake? It’s not like he’s hesitated even once to pump as much cum as he can deep inside of her. She’s not special, not to him, he has so many women. At the very least he has so many he’s taken advantage of, she’s just another body to a pile of scorn.

No, that’s too far, as far as she can tell his frustrations have been taken out solely on her recently. He’s so insistent she casts that damn spell that he’s taken to taunting her about it while pumping everything he has deep inside her. She’s doing this for the greater good! She’s refusing to cast it so that girls like this can remain unsoiled, not because of any feelings she hides from the light of day, he taunts her too much and it’s starting to mess with her complexion. This shopkeeper has no idea what kinda weight she’s taken on to protect them, with that shiny blue hair and bright eyes and cute, innocent smile, they couldn’t possibly. She’s made herself a barricade sturdied deep in the sand, and they have no idea. The reality is that the moment she casts it, he’s gone. The moment she leaves, he’s sticking it in everyone despite the lack of the spell. She’s imprisoned herself to him, and that really sucks. “Bet she’d give a great blowjob.” Rance jokes a little too loudly, and the odd interest the shopkeeper gives to their conversation just serves to piss her off more. How dare he!

“Don’t you think about it.” Shizuka grumbles, fingers threading through her brilliant green hair in frustration and contemplation. “If you really need a release that badly, I’ll blow you.”

“Oh?” He claps her shoulder. “You’ll take on such a great duty? Ghaa-ha-ha-ha! You really are coming around to being my woman!”

“No one’s coming around to anything you big brute! I just don’t want you harassing poor innocent girls like this!” Spinning around on her heel to point a finger directly into his chest, her anger gets the better of her and she contemplates burning him alive. Seeing literally everyone in the area focus on them at her outburst might alight her cheeks a bright off-red, but it’s a small price to pay to make sure that girl knows she’s in danger.

“So you’d like to come out into the back with me?” The girl cuts in. “You are cute, I could use a little break from this job.”

“Nope.” Shizuka denies. “He’s off limits.” The words come out of her lips before she can help it, grabbing his hand and stomping away by force. His overly boisterous laughter is almost as annoying as how hot her face and ears feel, but she’ll get over them both. At least that girl is safe, truly safe. No one can hurt her while Shizuka is around, that’s a promise! Especially not a big dummy she doesn’t like at all like the man she’s dragging behind her. Where to go, where to gooo! The inn room’s too far, but- well, that’ll work. Why go anywhere when they’re next to a perfectly quiet and secretive spot.

“Gll-haah-give it to me~” Her tongue wraps around his length greedily, her efforts pulling him into her mouth with relish. Hungrily pulling him into her mouth is something she’d deny if asked later, but at the moment it’s undeniably lusty. Enjoying herself to the fullest, her body practically moves on itself. Scandalously ignoring her sensibilities in such a way that’d sound like an accusation if it wasn’t happening in real time. Hearing that dumb girl take him up on his request set her off in a way she simply can’t describe, how dare she actually make a move like that? So eager was she to suck his dick after hearing that, that she barely managed to get around the shop and into the space between buildings before her face was bobbing up and down his shaft. She needed his dick, really needed it, and here she is sucking it down. Her eyes mimic a girl in love, looking up at his face while she bobs, locking gaze with him while rapidly bouncing along tasty manmeat like it’s her true passion in life. 

The tip of his dick hits her throat, and she realizes that’s not enough. Despite what she’ll ever admit, she wants more. She needs more, she’s a hungry slut and she can’t be satisfied just slurping on his dick like one might a sweet treat. With an inhale, she opens up her airway and takes him so deep she can’t breathe. She squeezes him deep inside, and savors his surprised face. The way he gawks at her, and the way that gawk turns to a grin really does make her soft inside. Her lips press against his thick, swollen balls, and the jumping in her heart is ignored over the furious hunger that’s taken hold of her. “If you keep that up, Shizuka-ah!” He warns her hastily but she doesn’t care, if anything her movements intensify. She does care about his hand landing on her head though, slipping under her hat to rub circles while pulling her up and down his lengthy trial. How dare he involve himself when she’s playing! Errr, not playing, that’d mean she’s having fun, committing to saving other women by satisfying his need for a blowjob right here right now this minute! That’s what she’ll say if he asks, but he won’t, he’ll just jabber on about how she couldn’t resist him.

And to his credit, she can’t resist him very much anymore, if she could she wouldn’t be on her knees trying to suck his soul out through his penis. “Mnn–” Slurping along his cock has her insides set ablaze, her desires flowing through her whole body like a wildfire. She gets faster, sucks harder, she works herself so hard her vision begins to fade because she’s too needy to pull back and gasp for air. He’s got a better grasp on this than she does, she’s an entity of passion simply flowing from one moment to the next. He pulls her face onto his dick, his balls slapping her chin over- and over- and- without another word he starts shooting hot, ropey care down her gullet. It’s too much, the flow too strong. She feels it reverse from her stomach, feels it come up and fill her throat. She even feels it reach up high and tries to stop it as it explodes out of her nose. It hurts a little, stings deep like a hot spit take. She’s not sure how much she actually manages to swallow, because she’s covered in seconds, her chest coated by the overflow. She kinda wishes she’d thought to take her top off…

What she does know is how her body moves on its own. She knows how she falls back into the dirt, and her fingers slip around the band of her panties. “Rance…” She breathes hotly, slipping the soft garment up her legs and lifting those long legs so that he has a view of her puffy pink pussy and gentle creamy ass. She can’t stop herself, her fingers press into her lower lips, and spread them apart. “Right here.” She knows he’s staring into her slit’s hidden depths, looking deep all the way to her cervix, knowing exactly where his cum’s going to end up.

“Gha-haha! You’re gonna get pregnant like that!” He warns her, for the millionth time.
She doesn’t dignify that with a response, not even when he gets down, and takes those legs of hers over his shoulders. “Yes!” He stuffs his rod deep into her core in one go, reveling in the way she moans like a bitch in heat beneath him.

“Rance, haah, not so rough!” She scolds halfheartedly, unable to make a real complaint to him using her. He pushes deep, rutting like a madman in soaked folds too busy being stirred up like a hot soup to voice even the most basic complaint. She doesn’t care that her ass is being pounded into the dirt, only that she’s being pounded, and as much as that fact makes her squirm, she can’t help it. “Cum-cum-cum!”

She locks her legs around his waist as she squirts up his cock, lifting her hips out of the dirt and humps up into his powerful thrusts. She makes sure she’s angled perfectly at a nice sixty degrees, so that every pump he has to give her ends up exactly where it belongs. She doesn’t want a single drop to go to waste, not with how she’s humping his throbbing need right into her drenched slit.

“Shut up.” She whispers despite him not saying a word. His cockhead opening up is proclamation enough, and so is the battlecry of billions of sperm flowing out of him. Her pussy is soaked and ready for it, hungry to a fault, and she can’t even say anything as he ruts jet after jet of life into her. All she can do is look away from him with a huffy blush, and feel ashamed at just how amazing she secretly feels deep inside.

Damn hot girls by the side of the road, always teasing her m- err, Rance, always teasing Rance. It’s hard enough keeping up with his libido about random shopkeepers and other nonsense but also having to keep track of random travelers on the road is where she draws the line on reasonable responsibility. Her gaze looks over the hotties they pass with their large breasts and smackable asses and all she sees is a threat. Rance’ll take any opportunity to get inside girls like that, a hazard she’ll have to take onto herself and protect them from. They don’t realize how much danger their flaunting of those sexy bodies really exposes them to, and that has her fists balled and her rage filled eyes focusing on Rance.

She doesn’t check to see if he’s looking, she knows damn well he’s looking. He wouldn’t be Rance if she could actually tame him with a blowjob and kind words, besides, she’s not exactly a monster tamer herself. That’s what he is, not a beast, a monster! He’s like a Mongal but so much worse! “Damn-it.” She grinds her teeth, knowing she’s about to be stupid. She centers herself, channeling a little magic into her movements to improve her focus and make sure she gets this just right. It takes a moment to get the route right, but when she enacts her plan she’s on top of him before he can even gasp. She grabs his shirt, and pulls him on top of her onto the ground, pretending to trip like some damsel. Then, the moment he’s about to actually land on her, she wedges a knee into him, and uses that to push him off of her and onto his back. From there, well…

“What?” She hears from him. She hears him mimicked quite soundly by the passing sluts teasing his hot gaze as well as hers. “No, bad Rance!” She shouts, already working on his pants.

“Shizuka, what are you-”

“Shut up!” She doesn’t even try to let him finish a basic sentence, she doesn’t have the patience for him right now. She needs what he has hidden from her, not him. She’s at the edge of a thread already and his dick is in her hand to comfort her. “Just let me sate you.” She mumbles softly under her breath. She can’t help the smile on her lips, even as she tries to pretend to be pissed. She’s not sure when she lost her damn mind, but here she is climbing onto his hips right into the dirt of the road, and positioning his long dick right at her slippery entrance. She’s so wet already, and she couldn’t tell anyone why, not even herself. She chose not to even wear panties this trip from town to town, and she’s about to pay herself for that choice with holy rod!

“Hah!” Hilting on him is as easy as breathing now. She’s taken his dick so many times, been stretched out so much, it’s only natural she be overwhelmed with joy and filled to the brim with sensations unlike anything else. She can only get this dick right here, with Rance, it’s unique and fantasmal and really sets her skin alight. Every touch is another adventure, every breath another journey. That breath is spent on his lips, and her fingers flow over his body like little miracles searching for a place to land. He’s sturdy, strong, and her bucking hips are all the stronger at the moment. Stabbing his fuckmeat so deep into her core she can feel him against her womb, she can’t help but feel like he belongs there. It’s so hot, knowing exactly what she’s risking with every push and pull. Playing their relationship for another risk is a stronger feeling than any of the negatives he’s ever pushed on her. She doesn’t need to stretch much anymore, she perfectly accommodates him, her pussy has morphed to fit his desires and made a mold of his delicates. “Stop, trying, to fuck, other, girls!” She rams her hips down, smacking his balls with her ass hard enough to thwap and rolling her eyes back in bliss. His hands take those hips of hers, feel around, get a firm grip on her ass and begin to buck. She knows he won’t listen, and that’s fine, but if she didn’t try she’d be damned by her own conscience every time she caught him taking advantage of some poor maiden.

Pulling back, all she can see is a potent grin from a self satisfied Rance who has all the mocking in his heart he can desire. “You know, if you’re this excited, you’ll really get pregnant this time!” He teases her, taunts with what she knows she can’t refute. How’s she supposed to say she’s not excited when there’s a puddle of her juices on the ground and she’s riding him hard enough to displace the road that’s been packed with travelers footsteps for years?

“Shut up, Rance!” Is all she can gasp out on a moment’s notice of bliss and ecstasy.
“If I get pregnant, that’s my business, just give me all your seed you dick!”

“Are you talking to my Imperial Staff or me?” He asks mid-buck.

“Don’t care, cum!” That’s all she has to say, before she’s got a thick load of rich heat rising into her core, shooting out with every jutting thrust.

“Gyoooo!” He humps fast, bucks deep, scrapes her insides with gleeful enthusiasm. He doesn’t hesitate to leave every last drop he possibly can exactly where it belongs. Oddly enough, he doesn’t mention the spell this time.

Sitting on her inn room’s comfy bed, feeling the rough covers and thinking about a recent event where Rance had her pressed against that wall and was pushing his thick cock so deep - well, all she can do is sigh. It’s a lot to take in. She hates him, she really does, and yet; she can’t help but feel an odd heat of affection run through her as her hand hovers over her stomach. He’s done so much to her, he’s gotten in the way so many times, but she really might be his woman. If nothing else, she’s played the part so long it feels natural to think so.

“Ghaa-haa! That was great!” Rance kicks open their inn room suddenly enough to startle her. Her gaze locks onto, a big smirk on his kissable lips and a little rosy glow from the cheap booze downstairs on his cheeks. “You should have come down with me, there was a big fight downstairs.” He’s so chipper and cherry, it’s hard to say anything. Her lips struggle, her throat feels tight.

“I can’t drink.” Shizuka manages, pained and harder than almost anything she’s ever said. “So it wouldn’t have been much fun.”

“Huh?” His bewildered stare lasts only for a moment, before recognition takes hold of him. He nods at her, before getting into his pack beside the bed.

“Rance, I’m pregnant.” She feels the weight of the words increase after they’re said aloud. She’d wanted to avoid this so much, and yet, she’d been teasing him into her left and right, raw and without a spell. Most statements lose power once they’re said aloud, the anxiety inside bubbling into something far worse than reality. With this, she buries her face in her hands, expecting the worst. Expecting… She's not sure.

“Duh.” He sounds so sure, like she’s said nothing of note, it’s, well; aggravating is a good word for everything he does but it especially fits the moment now.

“Wha-” Her gaze shoots up between her fingers. He’s not even stopped what he was doing! He’s so self focused, doesn’t care at all what’s going on around him! How could she like someone like this? She’s not even sure it’s hate which eats at her anymore, and that’s a problem, because her hate is all that keeps her going these days. “Rance, did you hear me?”

“My seed’s planted itself into you so many times we’ve both lost count.” He laughs a little, teasing her with a grin. “Did you think my imperial juice could possibly fail to give you the smartest children in the Continent!?” His laughter catches her attention far more than anything he could possibly say. Her rage wavering inside her into a roaring fire out of nowhere. How dare he? She’s here having a crisis and he’s acting like he already knew!

“No I just…” She feels a heat spread down her. “Wait, you don’t care? You’re not gonna abandon me?”

“...” The man actually has the gall to stare at her, palming his chin and eying her over… “Nope, pregnant Shizuka is still cute.”

“Rance!”

“Soft cheeks, nice bust about to get nicer, great hips, a little too easy to blush but I like that timidness in a girl.” Rance says. “Why is this bothering you? If you didn’t want to get pregnant with the great hero Rance’s child you shoulda cast the spell! Ghaa-ha-ha-ha!”


The idiot actually has the gall to pelvic thrust at her, and grab both his hips while he laughs. “My seed runs true, Shizuka conquered!”

“Shut-Rance!”

“Cute Shizuka is my woman, now I have proof!”

“Shut uppp!” She doesn’t hesitate to pick up her shoe by the side of her bed, but not with her hands. No, that’s too much effort for her currently strained body and too much movement for red and puffy stinging eyes. She uses magic to pick it up, shaking from rage, the shoe grows, and grows, and grows, until it takes up a good portion of the inn room.

“Uh, Shizuka?”

“Die!” With one word she casts it down on him. “Die, die, die, die, die Rance!”
Despite her rage, she can’t help a little smile that takes her lips. He doesn’t care, he wants her like this? Maybe she will cast the spell, just so he doesn’t get anyone else pregnant, she can have that all to herself. But not the spell he wants, no, that’d give him freedom to abandon her! Maybe Sill’s spell, temporary and easy. She thinks she understands the pinkette a little more now than ever before, though maybe not too much. How come she never got pregnant?