The Zaunite - Chapter 6: Nobility // Miss Fortune, Shoola

No curtains, no darkness, just sunlight. Sunlight poured in on two perfectly sculpted specimens: Fitz and Miss Fortune. A man with a fourteen inch cock pistoning in and out of a cunt that was supremely responsive.

“Mmmh! Ah! Oh! Oh! Mmmph!” 

The light continued to paint on them, revealing their positions. Miss Fortune, up and coming pirate of Bilgewater; real name Sarah Fortune. A woman that sought revenge above all else, currently getting her back blown out by the biggest cock in Zaun. A cock she never could have imagined fucking her in her dreams.

Her ass raised high, high, high. Her face down low and holding onto a silly little pillow to muffle out her prideful voice. 

Where was her pirate hat? Only the Celestials knew. Actually, no, even they didn’t know. If gods were watching, then they were solely focused on the point in which the man and woman were connected.  

“Mmmph! Mmmh!” Miss Fortune’s eyes were in a hazy cloud of lust; of submission she had never experienced before. Her ass was phenomenal and the man pounding knew it, his fingers digging into it.

He didn’t need to think. He only needed to thrust and he needed to feel. His hands massaging the wonderfully toned white cheeks, making sure they weren’t too red as his balls slapped against them. 

For an hour, it wouldn’t have done anything. Two hours, maybe a little red.

But for a whole night? Yeah, there were marks left alright. His nutsack smacking. His cock throbbing and drilling.

The surrounding area would hear strange muffles through the thick walls. As thick as they were, as sound proof as they were intended to be, nothing could stop when these two came together: Miss Fortune when she gave it her all and Fitz’s complete efforts in fucking a woman. 

Letting out a sigh, her walls narrowing around his girth which seemed ludicrous in her tiny hole, Fitz slapped her ass and told her, “Let’s switch it.”

Huffing and puffing, Miss Fortune’s only response was to nod. Nod and let this big, burly man lift her up and start fucking her in another way.

Her fiery hair bounced as she let out small cries, “Oh! Oh! Fuck! Fuckin’ hell! What is—cock! God! Lord! Your cock! Too deep! In the name of Kracken—mmmph!”

Thrust, orgasm, moan, and cut-off. It was almost normal. Almost, because Miss Fortune never gave up. She was on the brink of utterly but she never succumbed to her deepest desire. She never let herself lose to Fitz.

The light dawned on them again. 

The male standing had his arms hooked over a creamy pair of legs, thrusting upwards.

Head turned, fiercely making out with the man responsible for the kisses to the womb, blessing her with pleasure she had never experienced.

“I’m close,” Fitz muttered, breaking away. “Inside?”

A nod. So far, he hadn’t busted inside her. “Might as well experience it once,” the female pirate replied, smirking.

The anticipation built up as he throbbed. Boy, when his cock throbbed, her insides almost twisted trying to accommodate him. But whatever anticipations she had were blown out of the water when he actually came.

Spurts? Strings? Miss Fortune didn’t know what it was but it filled her up. It filled her up badly and she couldn’t understand. 

Balls clenching, feeling some sort of magical connection passed by them, Fitz understood. He let it happen too. He let Miss Fortune experience nirvana and go limp in his arms. Cum dripped from the corners of her pussylips and when his member eventually flopped it out it was a free-fall.

Sighing in relief, semi-flaccid, he put Miss Fortune down. She had been a great fuck but unfortunately the grandfather clock told him his obligations lay elsewhere. 

It was time to work. 

Fitz went to the shower, cock thwaping, and cleaned himself. The amount of sweat and slick juices he was covered in was insane. ‘Expect sex with a pirate to be messy,’ Fitz thought to himself.

After that, he got dressed. Going to his closet, he ignored the nearby bed and the stench of cum and sweaty sex. He also tried to ignore Miss Fortune’s muttering, “Cock, cock…Fitz…you fucker…I’ll…mmmph…!”

Yeah, she might have gone crazy. Fitz shrugged, pulled his shirt over, and went downstairs. 

Nobody was waiting at the door, so he flipped the front sign from open to close without issue. After that, back to the front desk it was. 

He waited.

Waited, waited, waited…

Fitz sighed. “Another boring day…”

“Another boring day?” came the voice of Miss Fortune. Fitz craned his head around and blinked. “You just got done fucking me and say the day is boring? You have quite the nerve…”

“That’s not what I meant,” Fitz replied, a little defensive. “I meant for work. No customers for the past three hours.”

“Riiight.” Miss Fortune glanced around. “You have quite the nice place here. A personal fucking place over a store? Smart business.”

His face flushed as he scanned her. She was, well, nude. Completely, utterly nude, having come down the stairs with no semblance of shame. What if a customer came in? Did she not care?

‘Oh, wait, I didn’t tell her it was a store, that’s why…’

“Err, this is a masseuse place. You might want to get changed,” Fitz said.

“A what?”

He sighed. Was this going to happen every time he said it? “A massaging place,” he corrected.

“Oh.” Miss Fortune went over to the nearby curtain. Behind it was one of the massage rooms. Her white booty cheeks on full display, strutting with full confidence, it was an experience Fitz was heavily conflicted on. “Hrn. Looks like a pervert’s place.”

“It’s not.”

“Riiight.” Miss Fortune snickered. “Well, I can’t complain. You got me into your little room.”

“We never fucked there,” Fitz corrected.

“Certainly felt like it. At one point, I thought I was drowning.” Miss Fortune peered over her shoulder, smirking. “Drowning in your cum, that is.”

She did give great deepthroats…

“A-anyway, you should really get dressed. I have customers—”

Fitz was cut off by a long stride and a touch to his chest. Miss Fortune, built straight from a man’s hottest pirate dreams and regularly that hourglass figure of hers to catch men off guard and kill them. But with Fitz, her touch was much different. Her eyes were full of lust. Her finger went from his chest down to his crotch. One finger became five and she dutifully grabbed his package.

Glancing up to him seductively, she said, “I could use a man of your…” She licked her lips, eyes flickering down, “...equipment on my crew."

Fitz stared down at her. Her bare cleavage and flesh was almost too tempting with the grip of her hand. His cock wanted to react. It wanted to meet her expectations.

But he kept his hands to himself. “You were chased by Reneta Glasc’s men, weren’t you? I don’t want that kind of trouble.”

“You looked to take care of yourself well there.” Miss Fortune’s remark was followed by a lower incline and the gentle tracing of his ballsack. “Come on, what do you say—”

Cling-clang!

The door opened and Fitz spun around. It was Isla, her body aimed right at him. Her eyes scanned him and her legs came over to him.

He checked the time. ‘Right! She usually comes this time! Shoot!’ He looked back and the naked Miss Fortune was…gone?

He didn’t have time to think. He went over, put his arms on the counter, and greeted the married woman. “Isla, hello. I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“Time wastes for no one,” Isla replied, smiling. 

“Even after what happened yesterday?” 

“I see you don’t go to bars often. That kind of stuff happens every other week.” Isla waved with her hand, her teeth showing. “Anyway, about you…where did you go? You left before I could say goodbye.”

“I was too drunk,” Fitz replied. “I thought—”

Ziiip!

Fitz stopped mid sentence and glanced down. There, to his anxiety, was Miss Fortune, silently unzipping his pants. Her fingers hooked up over his undergarments and pants and pulled them both down in one fell swoop.

There was a tiny thwap as his flaccid cock fell on top of her head. Her lips curled into a satisfied smile and her hands started to work the base.

‘Fuck.’ Fitz looked up at Isla, who tilted her head. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck—’

“Is something wrong?” Isla asked. “Feeling hungover?”

“Y-yeah.” Slow, casual stroke and soft lips touching his tip. His knees almost buckled when he felt her tongue tease his cum hole. “Y-you’re right, I don’t go to bars or drink much. It was really hard for me to, aah, keep up.”

“Really?” Her expression became puzzled. Fitz’s did too as Miss Fortune suddenly paused and let his cock exist in the open air. Throb, throb, throb. Fuck, he realized what she was doing. She was making him anxious—making his cock react when it didn’t want to.

“You looked like you held your drinks well,” Isla noted. “Personally, if that was your first time, be proud. Most wouldn’t be able to drink half of what you did.”

“Thank you!” Fitz put his arms on the counter and leaned forward. He was fully fucking hard at this point, his might size hidden by the counter. That meant Miss Fortune was going all in.

Her mouth swallowed him whole and her hands jerked him off from the base. The first seven inches were covered by a warm, wet hole. The remaining seven inches were serviced by a pair of relentless hands.

“What about that woman you were with? Miss Fortune?” Isla made a face. “She was…beautiful. Were you able to become friends with her?”

“N-no.” Wrong answer. She started sucking him with the controlled power of a thousand wind sails. “S-sort of, actually. She said she might need help against Renata Glasc.”

Isla froze. Fitz did the same, though for an entirely different reason. Miss Fortune’s hands switched from his dick to his balls, fondling the dangling bits and massaging them cutely. 

“Renata Glasc.” Isla sighed. “That woman…if she is who I think she is, then maybe associating yourself with her is a bad idea.”

“Why?” Fitz asked, controlling his breath. Fucking hell, she was phenomenal at milking him. Why would a man not want to associate with her?

“She might have destroyed a store of hers; and while I am not a fan of Renana myself, if you mess with her, you mess with half of Zaun.”

Yeah, well, at the very moment, Fitz made a mess in her mouth. Spurt, spurt, spurt, he came inside her mouth and didn’t have to force her to swallow it. Miss Fortune did it all on her own. Cheeks narrow, her gullet doing its very best to swallow. 

Gulp, gulp, gulp!

“I’ll be careful,” Fitz said, exhaling. His balls squeezed tight. “Very careful…”

Throb, throb, throb. Spurt, spurt, spurt!

He emptied himself inside. Looking down, he realized she had not in fact swallowed everything. The nude woman crouching underneath the table was a total mess. Tongue out, mouth open and coated in thick white cum, and her breasts tainted.

It was a sight Fitz wished he could have witnessed without Isla with him.

“Oh! Well, times up. I have to go or else my husband will wonder where I am,” Isla said, winking. “Haha, I used to hate doing errands. Not anymore~”

“R-right…”

The door chimed and after one last wink Isla was gone. Fitz stood there, throbbing, as the woman responsible slithered up to him and laced her arms around him.

“Wasn’t that fun, hm?”

His cock went crazy, becoming a veiny, pulsating mess. Her knee brushed his balls as her hot breath prickled his face. Her breasts, so soft and round, pressed against his chest.

“Fuck it,” Fitz muttered. Miss Fortune was going to get what she wanted—and so was he.

There were no words exchanged. Miss Fortune let herself get flipped over, bent over, and let his cock tease her entrance. His girth was immense. So big that the type of stretching that she would experience would never be replicated again.

Fitz wouldn’t join her crew, so she could only go for the next best thing:

“Stretch my sorry pussy till it only fits your cock,” Miss Fortune ordered, rubbing against the thick tip. “I want every man to know I’ve been plundered.

Exhale.

He entered her. One inch, two inches, three inches…

“Yes! That’s the way! That’s the—mmmph!”

Cock. Inches upon inches continuously fed into her wet hole, her voice moaning from its sheer existence. Hardly any movement yet this was everything she had yearned for. The stretching Miss Fortune expected…

“Mmmph! That’s it! Your fucking my pussy wide, Fitz!”

…delivered.

The inches finally reached their end and the two of them let out a long sigh. Her cunt was a mess because of him and they mutually loved that. Once he gathered his bearings, Fitz grabbed onto her hips and pounded into her relentlessly.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP–! 

His thrusts became more erratic with each passing second. Miss Fortune moaned in pleasure, arching her back and getting that dick deeper inside.

"Fuck, that's it," she gasped. "Give it to me! Give this Bilgewater whore a taste of REAL cock!"

“Y-you’ve really never been with a Zaunite?”

“Neeever~!” 

“Huh.” Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! “How small do they make them in Bilgewater if they can’t satisfy a beauty like you!”

“So fucking tiny!” Miss Fortune exclaimed. “So damn small that I couldn’t feel it with some of ‘em. But you! Y-yooou~! Mmmph! Ah! Oooh~! That cock! That thick, burly cock! It’s like a fucking—god! A god!”

Fitz's grip tightened as he hit the perfect spot inside her, causing her to scream out loud. Scream in a way that spiked her arousal to greater heights. 

“You fucking Zaunites! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Are all of you this big!?”

“Most, but not all of us are like me,” Fitz replied, almost casual in his thrusts. He was going crazy, he was simply letting his bodily instincts do the work for him. He was moderately fast but apparently that was overwhelmingly fast for Miss Fortune’s hole.

“YES! I’M GLAD! THE BIGGEST COCK! THE BEST! IN ALL THE SEAS, I’VE NEVER—MMMMMPH!” 

Louder, louder, louder. The more she came, the crazier. That was Miss Fortune for you.

The damn pirate was so fucking horny. So damn horny that her cunt was practically clinging to him. 

Fitz smiled and picked up the pace even more. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room as they moved together in perfect sync. Well, as perfect as her clumsy rump could be. 

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

Fitz kept pounding into her, balls smacking her ass cheeks as his cock pistoned in and out of her cunt. The sound of their sex filled the space, drowning out ever rational thought in Fitz's mind.

Work? Fuck that. Customers coming in? Whatever. 

“Yes! Yes! YEEES~! FITZ! YOU DAMN STUD! FUCK ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT!”

Miss Fortune was bent over and wanting to get dicked down. So that was what he was doing. Letting her sopping wet cunt get tighter as he obliterated her insides with his big, fat cock.

He couldn't believe he was actually fucking Miss Fortune, a woman that seemed to proud at the bar. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure, tongue exposed as she moaned for more. Fitz felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge as his thrusts quickened.

"Fuck.” Fitz groaned. He couldn’t believe the pressure swirling in his balls. "I'm gonna cum—"

Miss Fortune looked over her shoulder with a sly grin on her face. "N-no! No the fuck you're not!”

Fitz, thrusting and grunting, looked into her eyes. ‘Huh…?’ 

“If you’re gonna cum, you better do it on my fucking face. Paint me in your baby batter, y-you fucking—mmmph!”

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

‘Well,’ Fitz thought, feeling the tip of his cock rumble, ‘might as well give it to her, right?’ 

The mess…he could think about it later.

He took two steps back and pulled out, each unsheathed inch caused a whimper and an orgasm. It was like missing a key in a chest—there was no point to it anymore. Even so, panting with her arms across the table, she summoned the energy to get down on her knees. 

“Come on, you big fuck!” Miss Fortune jerked him till completion. It was a wondrous sight, having the brave pirate brace herself for the biggest tsunami of her life.

The tsunami that were his cum shots. Boisterous, thick, and needy, they sprayed all over Miss Fortune.

She was overwhelmed by a sea of white honey, his cum covering every inch of her body. It was a messy and filthy sight, but Miss Fortune couldn't help but smirk at the sight of herself. The puddle that was once her lap now glistened with his salty gift.

For the second time in one hour, Miss Fortune was plundered. 

*** 

The day was over. Night was falling upon them and though nude on his bed Fitz was alone this time. He observed the piece of white ass that was slowly covering itself up.

“You’re really leaving?”

Just two steps off the bed, the glorious Miss Fortune put on her clothes. She snickered as she flicked her pirate hat back on.

“What, missing me already?” Miss Fortune winked. “Don’t be. I’m just going out to kick some ass. I might come back later.”

Fitz frowned. “Are you sure?”

“Dead sure.” Miss Fortune skillfully pulled out her guns, twirling them on her index finger. “For some reason, I feel great. Like all the luck in the world is with me.” She peered over her shoulder. “Ya know, I think it might be you. Your dick is a lucky charm.”

He turned his head onto the pillow, hands behind his head. He didn’t need to look at her to know her mind was made up. “Alright, I get it.” Shifting left, he checked the dark skies. At that moment, he received a kiss on the cheek. 

“See ya!” Rather than go down the spiral staircase, she went out the window. Fitz didn’t realize it was an intentional act to get his eyes back on her ass—to get him longing for more. 

It worked. Seeing her look over, wink, jut her ass out, then leap out the window was an image that was forever burned into his core memories. 

Miss Fortune…

‘What a moment,’ he thought to himself. He got up, cock swinging, and closed the window, though not before pushing his head through to see where she had gone. She was, well, gone. Clearly, she wasn’t bluffing about her abilities. As a pirate, Miss Fortune knew what she was doing.

‘As my pirate whore though…’ He smiled as he closed the sliding window. ‘...she’s like butter to be moulded.’ 

The wind had been surprisingly strong tonight. He shivered as he went back to his bed, nude as the day he was born. Throwing his blanket on, he closed his eyes. Mighty as he was, his body had limits. He needed rest.

…

…

…

There was a sound. A clink, as if somebody had opened the window again. His eyes remained lazy and closed, however. There was no wind. Was he dreaming?

Ah, he wanted to dream again. Forcing his eyes to close, he returned to the land of the slumber.

In the midst of a hazy dreamscape, she appeared again—a vision of ethereal beauty and serene power. Tall and gracefully poised, she moved with a mesmerizing elegance that seemed to transcend the bounds of reality. Her slender form was wrapped in an aura of subtle luminance, casting an otherworldly glow upon her slightly bronzed skin and emerald eyes.

Short strands of rich brown cascaded around her face. Her face bore marks beneath her eyes and her lips were painted in a deep crimson. 

Adorning her head was a resplendent golden band, a regal emblem holding an entrancing aquamarine gem at its heart. Its shimmer pulsed softly, echoing the rhythm of a distant melody. 

A dream…

A dream…

Yeah, that had to be it—

He suddenly clenched his fists and exhaled as he felt a wet warmth around his nether regions. Something slimy had taken him deep. Akin to a black hole, he felt almost empty.

“Mmm…” His lips let out a sound between a moan and a sigh. Fitz was beginning to wake and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to. The world was dark and waking up seemed to be a hassle.

‘But it…’ Another soft moan. ‘...feels so good…’ 

That was it. He opened his eyes back to reality. His member responded to his awakening and went to full mast, yet the wet, warm feeling of a tender mouth did not disappear.

His breath hitched as his dick suddenly felt like it was getting sucked. This was nothing like the tightness of Miss Fortune. This was rigorous sucking that could only be accomplished by a woman with a great set of lungs.

No, not a woman…

‘Janna…?’ 

There was a lump under the blankets; a tight outline of her phenomenal ass. He lifted his blanket and saw it: Janna, the almighty goddess, her warm breath on Fitz's thigh. The entire length of his shaft was covered in her saliva. Noticing his presence, she smiled, angled herself into position, and took him into her mouth. 

“J-Janna…” Fitz’s grumbles were followed by vacuum-like sucking. So uniform, so mind-numbingly Her tongue wrapped around his length, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

Waking up to a blowjob? Yes, please!

Janna continued to suck him off with a hunger that left him breathless. She moved her lips up and down his shaft, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through him.

He gripped the sheets tightly as he moaned in pleasure. His eyes travelled up from Janna's white hair to her divine face, observing her movements as she explored every inch of his shaft with her tongue. Her ability to suck was pristine. So much better than he remembered. 

The sensations were too much for Fitz to handle, but he couldn't bring himself to stop them either. He just wanted more.

As she continued to suck him off, Fitz surrendered completely to the pleasure coursing through his body. He couldn't resist any longer; he let out a loud groan of pleasure.

"Oh fuck," he muttered under his breath. His balls clenched and he came hard in Janna's mouth. His eyes rolled back and he let out a delighted sigh.

Spurt, spurt, spurt!

As always, it was an impressive volume. He could feel dribbles leaking from the edges of her mouth. Spurt, spurt, spurt! He kept going and she kept swallowed. The inevitable tapering arrived and she sucked and cleaned him with power that no human could imitate.

His member trembled as she pulled away reluctantly. Semi-flaccid, twitching, and waiting for him, especially as his eyes went from the ceiling to her. Back to Janna, who held the base of his cock and rubbed it against her cheek. She smiled and licked up the white remains on her lips.

“Surprise,” Janna said. “Humans do enjoy surprises, no?”

“Y-yeah.” Fitz laughed a little. “That we do.”

“I did not intend to come here for your…” Another erotic lick of the lips. “...equipment. I came to warn you.”

“Haaah…” Fitz took a second to gather his energy. Nutting in the morning wasn’t easy. “What’s up?” 

Despite his cock next to her face, Janna grimaced. “A new overlord has begun to spread his influence. Silco is his name and he will be establishing Chem-Barons. Please, be careful, Fitz.”

“You sucked my dick for that?” Fitz smiled. He didn’t know about the Chem-Barons but it didn’t come as a huge surprise. Silco was amassing power, with Margot being the best example of said power. “I appreciate it, Janna. I really do, but I’ll be fine.”

As long as Margot served his dick, he would be fine. If he needed information, he could fuck it out of her. If he needed resources, he’d give her a better fuck.

No matter what happened, as long as her hole was available to him, it would be easy to manoeuvre in Zaun. 

Her gorgeous face wrinkled into a stunning smile. She licked her lips one last time and began to shine blue. “Goodbye, Fitz.”

The blue enveloped her and she materialized into a breeze that opened his window and left his room. 

A minute passed.

‘Wow.’ Fitz blinked several times. ‘Am I going to get a blowjob every time something bad happens? Because damn, it might be worth it.’ 

His cock twitched. Already, he missed her mouth. He shouldn’t have taken the goddess for granted. In terms of sucking his dick off, he wasn’t sure if he’d find anyone better. 

***

As dawn broke, he prepared his shop with care, aromatic oils. According to some locals, it would help with some of the sweat that the customers worked up.

The morning rush brought in a mix of patrons: a weary Piltovan businessman seeking respite from stress, a burly Zaunite worker with aching muscles from the day's toil, and a curious group of students from the College of Techmaturgy.

That was how the rest of the week went. Ordinary customers and ordinary money. Put simply, he was making a living and creating the foundation to a solid reputation. 

He did hear something strange, however.

“Whispers abound about this pink whirlwind who supposedly barged into Reneta Glasc's joint. And get this, folks say she made a clean getaway. Dodged every dang thing they tossed her way, like Lady Janna herself had her back.”

“Have you heard? There's talk of some pink dame who crashed Reatta Glasc's spot. Not only did she crash it, but they say she danced right out, avoiding every single thing they hurled at her. Swear, I’m not lying!”

“A pirate, I hear she was, and she slipped away clean, dodging everything they aimed her way. But you know what I heard most about? Her ass! Ha!”

Crazy, asinine stories about a female pirate took Zaun by storm. It should have been impossible for her to accomplish such a feat, yet she did it.

Janna mentioned her magic improving and now these rumours…

‘I think this isn’t a joke anymore. Does my dick really have…’ He glanced down at his crotch. ‘...magic powers?’ 

Ludicrous. It should have been ludicrous yet he was finding himself believing it more and more. The stories describing Miss Fortune—how men would trip up by simply looking at her. It fit his theory.

Elbow on the counter, he sighed. “I gotta be going crazy…magic nut? Really?”

So far, the day had been normal, until he thought of that stupid idea. After that, the door chimed and a woman entered.

The moment his gaze fell on her, he realized maybe the world was playing tricks on him.

Dark golden eyes dusted with smokey black makeup and platinum white hair tied up in a bow. Every inch of her was mesmerizing. Every feature in her tanned complexion drew attention. Her garbs were white, almost like tape, and tightened by a metal dark corset with chains.

Fitz had to double-check. Chains from a corset? That screamed a foreign fashion sense.

Her golden gaze betrayed a wary reluctance. Simply by looking at her, Fitz came to the conclusion that she entered at the behest of someone else. She strolled in with legs that were carefully placed. She sauntered in with eyes that scanned his place for dangers rather than hope.

Fitz gestured with a welcoming hand to garner her attention. "Hello there. I’m Fitz, the owner of Blue Birds. What can I do for you?”

The woman's stance remained tense, her guarded demeanour a shield against the vulnerability she harboured. "I seek... relief. A moment of peace, if you can provide it," she murmured, her voice bearing Fitz could not understand.

His heart suddenly ached. She was too pretty to be so grave.

“Understood. We have The Back Journey, the Thirty Minute Storm, and the Full-Body Tempest. Which service would you like?”

“...Back Tempest.”

“That will run you five Golden Hexes.” At his price, she gave an affirming nod. Good. “Your name please?” he asked.

She hesitated. “Riven.”

“Riven.” A pretty name and very foreign. “You're not from Zaun?”

“...no.”

She didn't want to talk about it. Fair enough. Fitz left it there.

Fitz guided Riven to the left room at the back and directed her to the massage chair. "Make yourself comfortable," he said, dipping his voice into gentle assurance. She repeated that same hesitation but eventually did as he said. 

Looking away to wash his hands, Riven stripped herself of her corset, unfolded the back of her white garbs, and laid down. Fitz took a peak.

‘She has some spectacular back muscles.’ If there was a flaw on them, Fitz didn’t see it. 

As she settled in, waiting, Fitz came over and said, “I’ll begin with light touches. Is that okay?”

A nod.

With her consent, Fitz began to work his skilled hands over her shoulders, kneading away the tension ingrained. She looked like a fighter and judging by her coiled up muscles she must have done it a lot. 

Fitz's touch was firm, yet gentle, each stroke an intentional movement to coax relaxation from the knots embedded in her muscles. The scent of lavender filled the air, a calming aroma that embraced them both in the secluded sanctuary.

He traced the lines of her back muscles with a careful touch. There was a single scar that went down her back. A single piece of evidence of battle. After that, dialogue between his experienced hands and the wearied resilience of Riven's form began.

Throughout the session, Fitz spoke sparingly. “Let me know when it’s too much.”

“Mm.” Quiet yet meaningful. That was how Riven spoke. 

Nothing sexual happened. There was a strange ambience, for sure, but whatever was ailing Riven went beyond physical. Emotional scars seemed to accompany every word and twitch she gave. 

Side-boobs were nominally touched.

“You are…mmph…! Quite adept at this,” Riven muttered.

“It’s what I do.” Fitz smiled. “How about you? From my experience, you look like a farmer.” She stiffened. “Right on a dot?”

He didn’t want to suspect her of being a soldier. While the signs were there, like her weathered palms, she didn’t carry a weapon. Her scars and weariness have been from a pickaxe at a terrible farm rather than a sword. He didn’t want to assume, even though he was quite sure she was a soldier of some kind.

“...a traveller,” she replied. “I’m just a traveller that used to do a lot of farming.”

“Care to tell any tricks regarding merchant foods?”

Riven didn’t speak at first. He wondered if he stepped the line. However, at the corner of her face, he saw a smile. “Heat sweetens fruit. The hotter the previous week has been, the better and sweeter it will be.”

“Ooh. Impressive.” His hands massaged her shoulder. “How about another? I’ll throw in five more minutes of massaging.”

Her lips spread wider and he could see her smile without needing to angle himself. “Deal.”

Following that, they fell into a lull of conversation. Soft words and jokes as Riven broke out of her shell bit by bit. Fitz did most of the talking and it seemed Riven enjoyed that. 

“—I really didn’t think he’d notice. It didn’t look valuable.”

“Value is within the eye of the beholder. Did you at least apologize?”

“Profusely. I didn’t mean to break it after all.” Fitz had been regalling her with a story of one of his early employments. He had accidentally broken the owner's valuable vase.

“Were you fired?”

“On the spot.”

“You learned from your mistakes. That's what matters.”

“Definitely. Learning to apologize was a handy skill.”

“As long as your future apologies were said with no doubt, then it was indeed a valuable lesson,” Riven said. 

Fitz snickered. “Another line of wisdom by the great Riven. Do you do poetry?”

“S-sometimes.” Her cheeks flushed. “I…practice.”

“Like what? Come on, I won’t laugh.”

“Um…” Her cheeks flushed deeper. “I, er…are we done with the massage?”

“Changing the topic I see.” A small smile. “Alright, alright, I won’t nag you.” 

He went over to the sink, back facing her as he washed his hands. Meanwhile, Riven put on her garbs and corset. When he looked back, for just an instant, he caught sight of her breasts. Small and round, they invoked a kind of sexual invigoration that big tits could not give. An almost shy, quiet allure.

Riven’s eyes looked up at him, slightly alarmed. Did he see!? Fitz pretended he didn’t. He also pretended he didn’t see the sexy tanned sheen of her legs. 

The atmosphere shifted, from joyous friendship to tilted tension. Riven was either a very shy woman or very bad at exposing her body because she barely glanced at him at the counter.

“Five hexes,” Fitz said. “I hope you had a good time.”

Riven stared at the floor as she brought out her pouch of money. “I did. Ahem, here.”

“Thank you.”

“Um…” Riven drew in a deep breath and stared him right in the eye. “I truly appreciate today. I came here to Zaun on a whim. I came here on a whim too. I’ve been…feeling strange thoughts. Your words gave…clearance, sir.”

“Call me Fitz.”

“Fitz,” Riven corrected. She put a hand to her heart and lowered her head. “I appreciated today more than you know. Thank you.”

“Will I see you again?” he asked. Then, realizing the meaning behind his words, swiftly added, “As a customer, of course.”

When she raised her head, he was met with a soft smile. “I spend my time lost but…I don’t see why not?”

Fitz had never seen a smile so reassuring.

He really wanted to see her again.

***

The time of night was when he entered the realm of dreams. Ever since he had become magically sensitive, his dreams became strange, akin to premonitions. He found himself in a wintry landscape, the air biting with frost as a distant fortress loomed amidst swirling snowflakes.

It didn’t make sense. Why was he here? Why now?

Within the whiteness of the world, a female figure approached; a regal silhouette cloaked in ethereal ice, her gaze piercing yet veiled in mystery. Fitz sensed an ancient power emanating from her, a presence that both intrigued and unnerved him. 

“Janna…? Is that you?”

The whip of snow could have been her winds. However, speaking her voice into the world, he immediately felt he was wrong. This wasn’t Janna. This was someone else. 

The snow beneath him shifted and he saw a blue reflection of himself. Looking up back, the figure appeared ten steps closer, five feet away from him. Tall with pale blue-skin, silver hair in a pigtail at the waist-level, and a black horned headpiece.

Nothing made sense. “W-who are you…?” 

The woman opened her dark blue lips. "So many secrets, buried in ice."

Fitz felt a sense of both awe and unease, drawn to her cryptic presence while grappling with an inexplicable fear. Her words echoed like distant echoes, carrying a weight of forgotten knowledge.

"No one will remember them—"

Then he woke up.

Upon opening his eyes, Fitz found himself unsettled by the vividness of the dream. The woman remained an enigma, a haunting presence that lingered in the recesses of his mind, leaving him with an inexplicable curiosity about the mysterious figure shrouded in ice. After that, the cold. His skin seemed like ice, melting as the room’s heat seeped in.

Fitz dived back into his blanket, clambering for warmth.  

‘Why are my dreams so weird these days?’ 

He wasn’t able to get any more sleep, unfortunately. The sun rising, he decided to wake up and make some breakfast. The classic egg, toast, and coffee.

“Two spoons of sugar and a scoop of cream,” Fitz muttered. He put the mug of coffee to his lips and let the burn comfort him. Fitz didn’t think of himself as an especially hot or cold person, but after that dream, he felt colder than the steam rising from the Sump's depths on a winter night, where the icy tendrils lingered.

He let out a sigh as the steam spewed all over his face.

Biting into the toast and egg, his mood improved. Because it was so early and the world was still partially dark, he decided to eat some Steamfurlong Sausages. The skin of the sausage crackled slightly as he sank his teeth into it, releasing a burst of aromatic spices—hints of paprika, garlic, and a subtle undertone of Zaun's unique blend of herbs. It was very distinct from what the Topsiders had. 

“Man…when was the last time I got something like this? With Lucas?” The Missus would often get them local Zaun food that kids like Fitz and Lucas wouldn’t ordinarily be able to get. 

He filled his belly with the sausages and soon after opened up the shop. Why not? It might have been early but maybe he’d be able to catch new customers. 

He went outside and flipped over the front sign. 

“Ah, a masseuse?”

“Finally!” Fitz didn’t even turn before letting out a sigh of relief. He turned and that relief subtly wavered. “...hi there.”

“Greetings. I am Shoola.”

Golden earrings, golden makeup on her eyes, and long, pointed jewellery on each of her fingers. Fitz had no question in his mind: this was a Topsider. Shit. 

“I am Fitz.” He forced a kind smile. “I run Blue Bird, which as you astutely noted is indeed a masseuse place. Would you like to spend an hour?”

“As a matter of fact…” Shoola whipped out a golden pocket watch, likely worth more than his entire wardrobe, and smiled. “...if your skills are worthwhile, then yes.”

‘Pilties. Rich and condescending as ever.’ Fitz checked her out. She was tall and her breasts were quite pronounced in her garments. Wearing tight brown pants, her hips had a decent flare to him. She was no Miss Fortune but…

‘I can definitely break her.’ 

Fitz sent her a charming smile. “I promise satisfaction.”

So he invited her in and offered her a free experience of the Full-Body Tempest. She accepted it. Of course she did, she was a Topsider coming down to Zaun. The best parts of Zaun, mind you, but he could tell she didn’t see it that way. She thought she was coming to the worst of the worst.

Shoola thought she could do and get whatever she wanted.

Staring at the faucet, letting the water wash his hands, it pissed him that they could be judgemental; that they preceded their eyes with expectations and let it dictate their thoughts. The Pilties couldn’t fathom that Zaunite culture was unique and not inferior. 

He turned the tap off. Behind him, the woman had already stripped. Dark brown skin outlining an hourglass body. A bald head and eyes that peered up at him yet simultaneously looked down. She didn’t even think something would happen to her. Shoola laid down on the massage table, eyes closed and smiling. 

Completely nude. Completely vulnerable. 

Her ass was a magnificent rump of flesh. He was tempted to slap the still cheeks. 

Well, if she wanted a massage, he would give it to her.

Fitz could feel her body beneath his fingertips. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the rhythm of breathing and blood pumping through her veins. But every time he shifted his hands to reach a new muscle group, he couldn't help but notice how her breath hitched in anticipation. His mind raced with conflicting thoughts - a mixture of guilt and desire coursing through his veins.

He had to do this. He had to. 

With deliberate slowness, Fitz began tracing circles along Shoola's upper arm. Her skin tingled under his touch, sending shivers down her spine as he worked his way towards her shoulder. She could feel the heat building between them, like an electric current that crackled with unspoken desires.

"You're so tense," Fitz murmured, his voice laced with concern and arousal. "Relax and let me work those knots out."

Shoola nodded, biting down on her lower lip as she tried to focus on the soothing words that dripped from Fitz's lips. The tension melted away as he pressed deeper into the muscles in her back. Each stroke was met with a sigh of relief - an acknowledgment that she was finally able to let go for a moment.

“Something was bothering you, hm?”

“Y-yes.” A small moan slipped from her. “The day will arrive when I will become a member of the Piltover Council. I must only prove that my influence in the Zaun markets are truly charitable to Heimerdinger. A fair request.”

“Oh? The Piltover Council?” Fitz's hands glided over Shoola's back, his fingers leaving trails of warmth and comfort. The room was filled with the rhythmic squeak of his hands kneading her muscles. Shoola could feel herself relaxing, her breathing growing deeper and slower as Fitz worked his magic.

“Mm. Yes, yes, the Piltover Council. I am so close to gaining the influence to join. I just need a little more influence in the markets of Zaun.”

“Why Zaun?” he asked calmly.

A finger touched her ebony side-boob and Shool answered, “Because no one else is. The Piltover Council requires each member to present something. I-in my case—mmmh! In my case, it is the small network I have here.” 

Fitz's fingers travelled down Shoola's side, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering inches away from her back. The air crackled with anticipation as she caught his scent, the muskiness entering her that could only come from a strong man. 

“Would you like to…” Fitz licked his lips. “...try the secret service?”

“Mmm.” Her shaved head turned to him and she licked her lips in turn, her eyes swallowing up his frame. Buff, muscled, and gentle—the perfect combination for a Zaunite. 

"Do whatever you want," she whispered. “You seem….quite skilled.”

He smirked, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Don’t worry, I'm about to show you just how much I want."

His hands slithered to her sides, reaching for both breasts. Her breath hitched as he finally went underneath, as he did that which she had been silently longing for. To say he groped her would be an understatement. 

He massaged her. He stimulated her breasts in a way that no one else had. Despite the limited space, he was able to make her arch her neck. 

Fitz continued to massage her breasts with godly skill, his fingers expertly moving over her sensitive skin. Shoola let out a low moan as he stroked her nipples through the fabric of her shirt. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as Fitz's touch intensified. Finally, she could no longer hold back.

"G-god," she gasped, arching her neck till she had to look at him. Her eyes, once so proud, were broken with need. "Give me more."

Fitz chuckled darkly, his fingers on her tits. He tweaked it gently at first before increasing the pressure until she was squirming against him.

"You like that?" he asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Y-yes," Shoola breathed out between ragged breaths. “You are—mmph! For a Zaunite, I didn’t—gah! Expect such dexterity!”

This entire time, his cock had been twitching. It had been wanting to teach this ebony chick a lesson. Those words set him off.

He pulled away from her, leaving her breathless and craving more. Shoola watched as Fitz circled her, stood in front of her, and tugged down his pants. Her eyes went wide and her lips trembled. “W-what…?”

A massive erection stood at attention. A massive fucking cock nudged at her lips, pre-cum glistening at the tip.

"O-oh my god," Shoola breathed out in awe. "You're like an…animal."

Fitz sneered before grabbing her by the head and pulling her lips onto his cock. “Come on, you are from Piltover. Your people don’t give up, do they?” 

Shoola hesitated for a moment, unsure if she was ready for this level of intensity, for this size. But the cock was so needy and white and wanting. The difference in complexion turned her on. Would she ever find a cock like this?

The answer was no. In Piltover, certainly not. In Zaun, maybe. She didn’t know. Were all men from Zaun built like this? The future councillor didn’t know but wanted to know. She wanted to taste this dick and the only time she would be able to do it was time.  

The feeling of his thick shaft sliding through her mouth was overwhelming, and Shoola sucked and teased him with a hunger that surprised even herself. Fitz moaned loudly above her, bucking his hips against her face as she deepthroated him.

"Oh fuck yes," he groaned. "Take it all."

Shoola increased the pressure on his cock, bobbing up and down on his length with increasing speed until finally, she felt herself getting close to cumming.

"Don't stop," Fitz growled through gritted teeth.

Between her legs came a heat that she had never expected. Shoola was a hot black babe. She was a noble of Piltover.

“Mmmph! Mmmh!”

Yet here she was, in the middle of the morning, slowly taking in the cock of a Zaunite. Of a man she would ordinarily consider a servant. 

She lay on the table, her throat bulging as it received more and more inches. She wasn’t new to taking cock but this was—

“Gghhghh~!” Her eyes rolled back, her body still adjusting. “Thsss chhhck! Thchkhh ccckh~!”

Fitz knew what she was saying and didn’t bother holding back.

Fitz grabbed Shoola's head and shoved her throat into his cock. He thrust into her mouth with rough force, causing her to gag. But then she felt a sudden tremble. Intense throbbing and powerful veins inside her throat and she knew that Fitz was about to cum.

She braced herself for the onslaught, but it was still overwhelming. Fitz's hot liquid filled up her throat until it was overflowing onto her chin. Tears ran down her throat, orange make-up mixing in. Her eyes spoke more words than her stuffed mouth:

“J-just how much cum is—”

It didn’t stop. It was worse than a tsunami. Staring at his pelvis and then flickering down to his heavy balls, she realized it wouldn’t end so soon. With those burly balls, there was no way this would end soon. 

Shoola gagged as she tried to swallow it all down.

He didn’t let her escape. The time of relaxation, of being served, was over. It was time for Shoola to swallow him. Swallow him whole. Take every bit of seed he had. 

When Fitz let go of her and Shoola finally managed to catch a breath, Shoola remained there on the table, dazed.

"That was fucking amazing," Fitz said between heavy breaths. "You may be a politician, but you sure know how to please a man."

Shoola’s eyes clouded with a deep-seated lust. "Yes…thank you…”

She wasn’t dazed, she was focused. Focused on the big, fat cock that had destroyed her throat. Devoted to the cum dripping from his tip. 

Fitz chuckled and shook his head. "Don't thank me," he said with a smirk. "Thank your mouth." He crouched and went eye-level with her. "Now, let me finish what you started," he said huskily, his eyes trailing down to her cleavage. Squished on the table and so, so sensitive. 

Maybe he’d play with them later.

Shoola panted and nodded reluctantly. She knew that this was wrong. She knew what she was doing might jeopardize her future. But fuck it—couldn't deny how turned on she was by this man's dominant nature. She couldn’t believe she, a woman of immense power, was being treated like this.

“...and by a Zaunite…”

Her mutter was a thought intended for the mind. A mind that was fractionated and thereby let it slip.

“Excuse me?” Fitz scowled. He planned to hold back a little after what he did to her throat. Not anymore. Clearly, she needed to be taught a lesson that would stay with her forever. He circled her again, this time going behind, and straddled her. His meaty cock slapped her booty and she immediately knew what would happen.

Spank! 

Shoola moaned as Fitz’s hand landed across her bare ass, leaving a red mark that matched the sting of his slap. His firm grip held her firmly in place, but she could feel the power she had over him. It was intoxicating.

Fitz leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "You think you can be such an arrogant bitch, huh? Well, now it's time for me to show you who's in control."

He delivered another sharp spank to her ass, and Shoola winced at the sting. Her black ass cheeks held a tinge of redness to them and a mark of a handprint.

Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle.

Her ass cheeks went still and the pain withered away, turning into pleasure.

Spank! 

"Fuck," Shoolo gasped between moans, feeling both pleasure and pain coursing through her body. Her black ass cheeks swayed enticingly as Fitz continued to hit them with relentless force.

Each strike was met with a mixture of hesitation and reluctance within Shoola's mind. But deep down, she craved more. She wanted him to dominate every inch of her, to show her just how much she truly desired him.

"You like that, don't you?" Fitz growled between spanks. "You fucking love it when I punish your ass."

Shoola's breath hitched at Fitz's words. The truth hit her like a punch to the gut, but she couldn't deny that his harshness was exactly what she craved. Her mind screamed no, but her body begged for more.

Fitz released Shoola's ass and grinded his cock across her buns, his eyes dark with desire. His head peered down at her, the power emanating from his presence and his cock overwhelming. He leaned down and yanked her bald head to meet his gaze.

"Tell me you like it," Fitz growled, dripping with authority. Authority that he ordinarily would never have. Authority that no Zaunite should have over a Piltie.

But he did.

Shoola gulped, torn between conflicting desires and her position. She shouldn't be treated like this! She was better than this! But in that moment of hesitation, she felt a surge of arousal coursing through her veins. A massive white cock twice the size of any she had seen. With a shaky breath, she nodded and looked over her shoulder through hooded eyes.

"Yes," she whispered hoarsely. "I fucking love it."

There it was.

The future Piltover councilor belonged to him.

Now, it was time to break her will and instill total loyalty. 

Fitz positioned himself behind her and spread her ass cheeks apart with his hands. She was sopping fucking wet and he dipped a finger inside. Wet. So fucking wet that there was a stain on the massage spread. 

“That’s going to cost you,” Fitz said, lining up his cock with her wet cunt. Her eyes went wide and let herself look forward. The girth was already stretching her out. She knew it and he knew it. Shoola had never taken a man like him. Shoola had never felt anything like this in Piltover.  "Ready for some real fun?" he asked with a wicked grin.

A loud shudder, then a nod. Fitz gripped her ass cheeks tightly, his white hand clashing with her dark skin, and pushed himself inside her tight hole. Her pride was strong enough to suppress an undignified moan.

But like before, they both knew it wouldn’t last. She would break. 

With one swift thrust, he stretched her cunt with five girthy inches. Shoola gasped and her head trembled. 

“W-wait—” Her breath hitched and she muffled her voice with her hands. He kept going.

Inch by inch by inch…

“That was half,” Fitz replied, smiling. Peering over her shoulder, panting, Shoola begged for mercy.

“H-half?” Shoola repeated. “P-please…you’ll b-break me…!” 

“That’s the plan.”

Thrust! 

Clap! 

There it was. He was fully in. The white Zaunite cock had penetrated the black Piltie hole. The noble had been defiled—and defiled willingly. She wanted this more than he did. Her cunt was a tight mess, almost as wet as Miss Fortune but not quite there. Still, he was impressed. 

“Who else has fucked this noble pussy?”

“N-no one—” Shoola cut herself off as he gave another thrust. His hips were easy to rock and it was clear she held no advantages here. On the massage table, arms folded in front of her, she could only receive. “M-my ex-fiancé!”

“Aw, a fiancé?” Suddenly excited by the prospect of a past lover, he asked, “What happened?”

“H-he…mmmph!” Shoola wasn’t able to speak, his cock wiggling left and right. “H-he was…pathetic! Pathetic! Little power and little dick! That’s why!”

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

Big arms wrapped a small, untamed body. Cock plunging in and out. Whatever mark her ex-fiancé had made was long gone. Shoola would never remember. She would never think of it. All that her cunt would think about was his massive Zaunite cock—about its supreme size and the satisfaction it brought.

“That’s unfortunate.” Fitz’s remark was not genuine. He didn’t give a fuck. He had been hovering over her and slowly leaned his giant self down to whisper in her ear. “Don’t worry, he won’t get to use this hole again. I promise to make it too loose for little dick to fuck it.”

Her head shifted, her eyes darting at him from the corner. She liked that. She wanted that, and her cunt showed it by clamping down on him.

“If you ever see him…” His hips lifted slightly, three inches of unprecedented cock leaving. “...tell him Zaun is where the noble whores go to get fucked.”

CLAP—! 

His cock plunged into her, and his pelvis smacked her ass cheeks beautifully. A meeting between two opposite complexions, a convergence of Zaun and Piltover.

All in a fourteen inch cock and a black pussy.

“YES! YES!” Shoola arched herself against him. There it was—obedience. “ZAUN IS WHERE WE NOBLES GO TO GET FUUUCK~!” 

“Say it again!”

Thrust!

“ZAUN IS WHERE WE WHORES GO TO GET FUCKED! PILTOVER COULD NEVER! NEEEVER~! MY FIANCÉ COULD NEVEEER~!”

Shoola’s words and claims soon tapered off into moans of pleasure as Fitz began to fuck her hard and fast. He slipped his arms around her, hands groping her tits, and proceeded to pound the ever-living fuck out of her from behind.

It was an impossible level of pleasure. Her brain barely registered it. Tits engulfed by large hands. Cunt stuffed by a massive cock.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP–! 

Fitz kept fucking Shoola hard, relentlessly pushing her limits. His fingers pinched her brown nipples. Shoola moaned and begged for him to slow down, but he only kept going harder. 

“Fitz! Fitz! Fitz! Your cock! Your Zaunite cock! How is it—? How can it—” She came so fucking hard that she couldn’t speak. Her brain diverged all neurons to her cunt. 

It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t tight enough. Her womb couldn’t accommodate what he was giving.

Fourteen inches. Too many inches. Her mouth opened and let her tongue out. Sweat glistened every part of her ebony complexion.  

Her toes curled as he pressed his giant body against her. Arms amplifying every thrust and drilling into her hole. She went into delirious shock. 

“Gah! Mmmh! Fitz! Fiitz~!”

She didn't swear. She didn't. She was better than this—

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck~!”

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP–! 

Shoola's body was on fire as Fitz pounded into her with each thrust, making her feel like a fucking machine. Somehow, as if his cock was a device of unfathomable pleasure, she kept reaching sweet release. She kept reaching a state of being that would ordinarily take her hours.

Hours? With Fitz, it took a single thrust. A single thrust and she would moan like a whore. A single thrust and she would lose any and all semblance of her pride.

Being an elite?

“F-fuck…”

Being a councillor?

“Mmm! F-Fitz…!”

Being a noble?

“Fuck that! Keep fucking me! Pleeease~! I WOULD DO ANYYYTHING~!” 

Shoola needed him to take control. She needed him to keep going.

"Keep fucking me! Keep fucking me! Keep fucking me! Keepfuckingme! Keepfucking me," she begged, squirming and tightening as he slammed into her from behind.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP–! 

Fitz smirked down at her, enjoying the power he had over her body. "You really are a thirsty little slut," he teased between breaths. "One cock is all it takes for you to break."

"Yes! Fuck yes!" Shoola screamed out in pleasure.

“You want me to cum inside you?”

That set a trigger that even Fitz didn’t expect. Her sorry cunt became a corkscrew and signalled him to release inside her.

“Y-YES! YES! I DON’T CARE! JUST GIVE ME EEEVERYTHING~!” 

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP–! 

His balls were building up fast. Fuck, it was now or never. Cum inside her or don’t.

“FIIIIITZ~! FITZ! FITZ! YOUR COOOCK! I NEED IT! I WANT YOUR SEED! YOUR ZAUNITE SIDE! YOUR SEED INSIDE MY NOBLE HOOOLE!”

Unfortunately, since she was having an election, Fitz decided to hold back. His balls doubled over and he came all over her back. Jets of hot white nut splattered and ruined her ebony complexion. Shoola moaned in pleasure as her walls clenched and wept for the missing sensation inside her. 

Her body missed it. No, it was like losing a part of herself. Her womb buzzed and quelched from the intense aftermath, while her back received that which she desired most. A hot load. A thick load.

A load of viscous, white sperm that painted her back in black and white.

“W-why…?” Her eyes were in a daze, hardly comprehending his action. “In…side….?”

Spank!

A distasteful moan escaped her lips. Fitz smiled, his twitchy cock laying between her thighs and tempting to spread her ass cheeks. “I know, I know.”

Spank! He gave another smack and watched the ass cheeks bounce and return to form. It was fun to see. 

“But don’t worry,” Fitz said, slapping her ass again. Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle. “Next time, when you win that council seat, it will definitely be inside. Getting pregnant before that would be unwise, no?”

Her deepest yearning disagreed. “M-mhm…”

Still flat on the table, still unmoving. Ha.

‘Look at her. Once so proud and now defiled by some street urchin from Zaun.’ He smiled. The fulfilment that came from retribution was almost better than cumming. Almost. 

“That was your massage for today,” Fitz said. “Like I said, it's on the house.”

*****

IMAGE OF RIVEN

IMAGE OF COUNCILLOR SHOOLA