Thinking about being an adventurer in a fantasy world. Mapping out all the places I've been, keeping track of all the creatures I've met. But some wonder why I've returned to several spots so many times.
It could be the Werewolf den hidden in the forest. I stumbled upon it by accident the first time, needing protection while being chased. Now they'll gladly help me, getting rid of whoever I need them to, so long as I spend a night with them. They'd tie my up, and everyone would get a turn using me, fucking me till I can't think, can't do anything more than beg for more. After, they'd spoil me, showering me in gifts and food.
Maybe it's the home of the Vampire. He lives alone for the most part, but is always delighted when I come visit. He treats me to a great meal, then invites me to join him in his room after we eat. He promises me gifts if he can bite me, and I let him, gladly. He spreads his legs for me after, gasping as I fuck him, letting him lick the blood off my neck when he's good.
Or maybe it's huge graveyard haunted by the Ghosts that have unfinished business. When I visit, asking for information, they'll tell me anything I wish. But after, they'll take me in a mausoleum, or bend me over a gravestones and solidify enough to fuck me till I'm screaming. Some suspect that the screams are from tortured souls, but I know better.
Maybe it's the island that belongs to the Seamonster who lives deep in the ocean. I hitch a ride on a pirate ship to get there, speaking to the monster, agreeing to trade my body for treasure. They let me choose what I want, and swear I'll have it once they've had their fill. They wrap me up in their thick tentacles, and fuck me in the air, with my face buried in the sand, or half in the water. Once they're satisfied, I bid them farewell and leave with my treasure.
Or it's the collection of Demons I come across in the fiery underworld. They all tower over me, thick horns, and spiked tails, and they always keep their word. I'll ask for something, and they'll say of course, if they can have me for the night. My favorite, she'll take me to bed, and kiss me all over, her lips intoxicating. When I'm needy and begging, she'll push my legs apart and let me grip her horns as she fucks me, making so everyone near can her my cries of pleasure.
Maybe it's one of the Angels that have been sent down to watch over someone. They're so pure and sweet, but there's always one I can coax to follow me to bed. Promising that it's okay, that they're only indulging in simple pleasures. That they don't have to fuck me if they don't want to, they can just watch me. But they never hold on long, and grab hold of me, finishing the job themselves, and they always fuck me so nicely. They tell me it can't happen again, and I agree, but leave knowing it will.
Maybe it's the den of the Dragon, where I go for gold when I need it, and sometimes when I don't. They can take a human form, but keep their sharp teeth, claws, and horns. Rough hands dragging down my body, pinning me against the wall, as they make me beg for the money. They'll fuck me where I can see what I want, press their claws to my throat, tell me that if I make it good for them, they'll give me anything I want.
Every creature would know of me, and I would have made a deal with most. Everywhere I'd go, there would always be someone for me to do.
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