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It was right after Shadowheart and Tav had crashed landed on the beach from the mind flayer ship. Tav, a drahonborn man, had woken the beautiful, raven-haired Shadowheart from her unconscious state. It seemed as though they were ready to move on, but Tav had other ideas.

“Come on,” said Shadowheart. “Let’s get moving.”

She turned to step away, but Tav caught her arm. “Hold on a moment. I think you’re forgetting something.”

“What’s that?” Shadowheart asked with a curious look.

Tav frowned as if disrespected. “I saved your life, did I not? We need to speak about how you plan on paying that debt.”

“Oh, I see,” Shadowheart said with a sigh. She should have figured.

Nothing in this world came free. As her eyes wandered down in thought, she couldn’t help but notice the sizeable, girthy bulge showing through the Dragon’s breeches. Her mouth dropped open ever so slightly. By Shar, he was quite well endowed, she thought. She bit her lip, already feeling a tingle in her tight half-elf cunt. A perverted idea entered her mind, as it often would. She wondered if the man would accept a sexual favor as payment. A quick blowjob on the beach, and her debt would be paid. Shadowheart was a model servant of Shar in nearly every way except one.

She was an absolutely hopeless slut.

When it came to the lure of carnal pleasure, she had always lacked restraint. Shar's teachings preached the practice of discretion, but when it came to sex, Shadowheart became lost to every meaning of the word. Frankly, it was remarkable just how easy she was. After each shameless ass fucking or messy blow job, she would fall to her knees and repent before Shar, swearing this would be the last time, only to fall to her knees again the next day to suck another tasty cock into her pretty little mouth. Every time when faced with a sexual opportunity, she would make up some excuse, some baseless justification to behave like a cheap whore, and then again, without fail, she would regret it. She never understood why she could never control herself, but each wanton sexual escapade was more embarrassing than the last. It was simply too easy for her to let lust and desire cloud her thoughts, and this time was no different. In mere seconds, she convinced herself that this was the best, most efficient way to handle the situation, even though plenty of other solutions were available. The truth was she was looking for an excuse to indulge her whorish desires.

She looked over her shoulder, making sure no one else was around. When she saw there was nothing but burning wreckage and scattered, she turned back to the Dragonborn with an anxious, yet eager look. “Well, this may sound a bit brazen, but uh, how about I drop to my knees and you I’ll let you use my mouth? I’ve never tasted a Dragonborn’s cock before. I’m rather curious.”

Tav stared at her with wide, disbelieving eyes, but a moment later he let out an amused laugh. Surely, she was joking. “Very funny, but I’m quite serious about the debt.”

Shadowheart cocked a wry grin, her eyes narrowing into a sultry gaze as she let her inner, dark seductress take over. She kept her eyes locked on his as she calmly and gracefully lowered herself to her knees. She presented herself before him, staring back up at the dumbfounded dragonborn with a wide, welcoming smile.

“I too am quite serious. Present your manhood, and I shall service you accordingly.”

Tav looked down at the stunningly beautiful, utterly shameless woman in disbelief. Nothing like this had ever happened before. He stood in silence, struck dumb, staring wide eyed like a thoughtless idiot. Shadowheart noticed his uncertainty, and decided he was in need of some “guidance.”

“Should I take your silence as a yes? Or perhaps, you do not fancy the company of women?”

Tav snapped himself out of his trance, and the next second he was fumbling to undo his leather breeches. “Yes, yes I accept,” he said quickly.

Shadowheart offered a pleased smile. “Very well, allow me to get more comfortable,” she said, moving to unfasten her breastplate. She unclasped the hefty metal and set it aside, then grabbed the bottom of her chain mail shirt and lifted it over her head, leaving her in only a leather chest bracing with a plain tunic underneath. She placed the chain shirt next to her breastplate, turning back to Tav to see his scaly cock was erect and waiting for her attention. It was especially rigid looking, and shined a deep, vibrant green. Already, her mouth began to water, becoming wetter just as her womanhood was.

“Oh my, that’s quite a weapon you’ve got there. I’m curious as to see how you’ll wield it,” she said with a giggle as she worked on unlacing her leather covering.

Tav was dying of anticipation, watching closely as Shadowheart loosened her final piece of upper body armor and discarded it like the rest. She then hastily pulled her tunic over her head to reveal a skimpy, purple brassiere.

“Gods, your body is exquisite,” said Tav, openly admiring her cleavage and feminine curves.

Shadowheart felt a blush come over her. “Wait until you’ve seen everything before passing judgment,” she said, her arms reaching behind her back to unclasp the garment.

Tav felt short of breath as the sexy Shar worshipper’s bra came loose, and she let it pool down to her waist and slide off her slender body. At last, her magnificent breasts spilled free, firm and full. Tav's jaw fell slack.

“Your tits are perfect,” he found himself blurting out witlessly.

Shadowheart’s smile brightened, finding his stunned state incredibly flattering. Was she truly that breathtaking? If Shar didn’t want her to be such a slut, why had she blessed her with such an incredible, smoking hot body?

Shadowheart leaned back to present him with an even better view of her ample bosom, offering a generous eyeful. She shifted her shoulders back and forth he could watch them jiggle and bounce.

“Gods . . .” Tav gasped, feeling faint.

Shadowheart gave another flattered giggle. “You men are so easy to please. But then again,” she paused, letting her eyes wander down and settle on his erect, draconic cock. “I suppose I am as well. Perhaps more so, even.”

With that, the black-haired beauty scooted herself in closer, his scaly manhood now only a few mere inches from her flawless visage. Shadowheart just took him all on, admiring every aspect of the glorious member presented before her. She wrapped one dainty hand around it, and heard him groan just at her mere touch. She ran her hand up and down his stiff shaft. It was so . . . rigid. So very hard.

And his smell. It was invigorating, like nothing she had ever smelled before. It was not the usual aroma of cock she had grown accustomed to. The smell of sweat was still present, but his scent. His scent stung her nostrils, as if acidic. If this was how he smelled, she couldn’t imagine how strong his taste would be. Would his hot cum burn her mouth when he shot his load down her harlot throat? Would it just be deliciously tangy and juicy? There was only way to find out. She lifted up his prick, letting it rest against her face, stretching below her neck and past her hairline. Her perfect lips were pressed against him, and gave the Tav a sensual smooch. Tav threw his head back, suffering from her teasing. Shadowheart then extended her nimble tongue, placing it at the his base, right above his hefty balls. Her tongue traced along the underside of his cock, taking her time, taking in his flavor. His texture alone was incredibly alien to her, so smooth, yet uneven at the same time,  and strangely warm.

She heard his groans grow louder from above as she neared the head of his cock, and let his tip rest against her once more, supported only by the tip of her tongue. She grinned lewdly at him, loving the reaction she was getting from the man. Then she felt one of his hands grab a fistful of her hair and abruptly pull her forward, pressing his cock past her unsuspecting lips and through to her warm, wet mouth . Shadowheart’s eyes stretched wide as she felt Tav’s rigid tip slide along her sensitive tongue, past her gums, and then dip down her teasing whore throat. She gagged, but he did not care. He made her take all of it, every damn inch, not stopping he felt her nose poking into his groin and his green balls resting against her chin. Shadowheart stared at him, muffled by the massive tool stuffed in her gullet, making sounds of protest. Although, perhaps she had that coming, she thought to herself. She had, after all, been mercilessly teasing him and chuckling at his frustrations. He held her there for a good five seconds, letting the tip cock rest in her slutty esophagus, watching as her eyes watered, until finally granting her mercy, and releasing his grip from her skull. Shadowheart reared her head back and let the member fall from her mouth, coughing loudly and watching spit and saliva pool on the ground.

“Okay, I deserved that. I’ll let that one slide,” she said, wiping her mouth with the side of her arm. “Next time I expect a warning,” she said sternly.

Tav nodded, even though there was nothing she could do if he just ignored her request, shove his cock back in her pretty mouth and start fucking her face like his personal cocksleeve. He let her fully recover then watched her get back to work. Shadowheart gave his rod a few good pumps before taking him into her mouth this time of her own volition. She let her eyes close, enjoying herself as she slid her luscious lips along his first inch or so, focusing her efforts mostly on his pointed, sensitive head. She really wished she were naked below the waist as well, as her drenched vagina was just begging for attention, and her lower armor was blocking her access. She began to take him further, stroking whatever wasn’t in her mouth with one hand, while using the other to massage her left tit. She went as far as halfway, four inches in, four inches out, bobbing back and forth.

Shadowheart hummed to herself, her perfect tits bouncing in tandem as she worked those lovely lips of hers like a professional slut. She had become lost in lust, all thought and desires other than sucking delicious dragon dick fled her mind. Tav was in absolute heaven, hardly able to contain himself inside her skilled mouth.

“Gods, yes, just like that you wonderful little whore.”

Shadowheart moaned approvingly around the cock in her mouth, feeling her tight cunt twinge and tingle. She opened her eyes, somehow managing to grin up at him with a lewd gaze. She seemed to enjoy that, rewarding him with a little trick of hers. He felt her tongue coil around the underside of his shaft and wiggle about, dancing along his length. Tav groaned in response, only barely managing to hold on.

“You like being called a dirty little whore, huh?”

“Mhmmm,” came a muffled Shadowheart, nodding her head happily. She released the cock from her mouth, holding it in front of her face, licking her lips.

“I love being called a whore,” she said shamelessly, letting her true self shine at last. “Treat me like you own me. Like I’m your fucking bitch.”

Tav's eyes widened. She seemed different, like a different girl altogether. Shadowheart lifted his cock to get a look at his heavy sack.

“I wonder what Dragonborn balls taste like,” she asked herself, still pumping his shaft.

With that, Shadowheart leaned in and popped one of his nuts in her mouth, sighing sweetly as she let his flavor grace her tender tongue. He growled and moaned while she tickled his sack. After a few more seconds she released his right nut and let it hang, smacking her lips, looking up at him with loving eyes.

“You taste sweet.”

Shadowheart sucked his other ball into her mouth, moaning like an absolute whore. She nestled him in her mouth, massaging his skin with her tongue while she sucked on his nut with her plump lips.

“Ah, fuck. Fucking slut.”

Shadowheart moaned louder in response, setting free his testicle and returning to the main event. Tav watched in awe as she slurped his length back into her mouth and sunk down, down, down. Her jaw went slack, her eyes glazing over in ecstasy, and let the entirety of his eight inch cock slide down her throat, creating a sizeable bulge in her gullet. Tav looked down into Shadowheart’s misty, sex-crazed eyes, her chin nestled against his ballsack, still wet with her spit. It was just too much. He let out one final howl, his release coming hard and fast. Shadowheart felt his cock pulsate in her mouth, knowing what was coming. She came off his member with an audible pop, then placed both hands on her knees and let her mouth fall open with her tongue hanging out, waiting for her reward like a good little slut.

And by Shar, did she get it.

Tav unleashed his entire load, spraying fresh hot seed across her face, hair, and tits. Shadowheart moaned with wanton abandon as she was glazed in dragonborn cum. It was hot. Sizzling hot. Her eyes rolled up, losing focus, feeling her own release taking over from the erotic sensation.

“Yes, fuck, give it to me. Give me everything,” she spoke honestly, wanting nothing more than to bathe in his shower of acidic semen.

She caught what she could in her mouth, letting his sperm pool on her tongue until he emptied his balls. The Shar slut felt her vaginal walls clench down hard, her own orgasm sending waves of unending pleasure through her nervous system. At last, when Tav’s cock had finally been fully drained, Shadowheart leaned her head back and let the seed that had gathered in her mouth flow down her slender throat. Tav watched her neck constrict and tighten as each gulp of hot cum traveled down her esophagus and settled in her stomach. After that, she toppled over, lying on her back, her eyes facing the clear blue sky. She breathed hard, the reality of her actions becoming apparent as her mind cleared. She frowned, knowing she had made an embarrassing spectacle of herself once more. Here she was yet again, covered in the cum of a man she hardly knew. Her breasts were all hot and creamy. Her hair was a sticky, tangled mess. Her face had been painted white. Her cunt was oozing feminine juices despite not even being stimulated. She really was a hopeless, blasphemous hussy.

“Shar . . . please forgive me . . .”

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During a long rest, Shadowheart lay in her tent, twisting and turning, wide awake. It had been a few days since she had met Tav and the others by this point. She hadn’t engaged in any sexual activity since she met Tav, in her most recent attempt to embrace discretion and devote her life to faith rather than let herself be distracted by carnal pleasures. Her hands lay at her sides, clenched into fists. Her tender cunt was aching for attention. Begging to be filled. All she could think of was Tav's scaly dragonborn cock, and imagining the various ways she would liked to be fucked by it. He had tasted and felt so good in her slutty mouth, she couldn’t even imagine how good he would feel in her vagina, and dare she say, her tight, Elven ass? By Shar, her eyes were fluttering just thinking about the pleasure his wonderful cock would give her while plundering her-.

“No!” Shadowheart suddenly said aloud, banishing the whorish thoughts from her mind. “I am a faithful, dutiful servant of Lady Shar, not a shameless harlot! I will not let amorous temptations cloud my mind any longer!” She could almost hear her womanhood whine in response, to which her eyes narrowed. “Quiet, you! You’ve gotten me in enough trouble already! I shall no longer let my mind me dominated by your influence. My body is a temple. It is sacred. I will no longer allow it to be violated and defiled, this I swear!” Shadowheart claimed, beaming with stalwart confidence and new found restraint.

Literally only five minutes later . . .

Tav, fast asleep in his tent, woke up to the most incredible sensation in the middle of night. His cock was in a warm, wet bliss. He threw off his covers to reveal Shar's most beautiful little whore on her knees beside him, bent down over his lower half with his half his length nestled in her heavenly mouth. She sat naked as the day she was born, her clothes neatly folded and set off to the side. She stared back up at Tav with hazy bedroom eyes, not caring in the least she had been discovered. By the look if it, she had already lost herself in total lust. Faith conquered by lust and desire yet again. She bobbed up and down on his shaft, shamelessly swaying her bare ass back and forth while her left hand fingered her needy, dripping cunt.

“My Gods,” said a disbelieving dragonborn.

After a few more seconds of Shadowheart’s incredible fellatio, she ascended, popping off Tav’s cock with an audible slurp, giving his meat one last sensual lick from balls to head. “Good, you’re awake,” she said with the most sultry, seductive voice. “Now we can put the mouth of yours to use.” With that, the darling little slut shifted her body, swinging one leg over his, gifting Tav with a truly wondrous view of her curvaceous backside, her womanhood, and even her tightest, most forbidden orifice. Shadowheart gave him little time to take in this view, as she eagerly sat on his face, crushing him with her big bubble butt. Suddenly, Tav found his nostrils overwhelmed by the natural, unabated scent of a woman’s aching sex. It was intoxicating.

“I’m very keen to know how it feels to have a dragonborn’s lizard-esque tongue slither up my pussy. I hope you don’t disappoint,” she said with a playful giggle. “Of course, you’ll get a proper trade.”

With that, the raven-haired harlot bent down, letting her tender breasts dangle over Tav’s mid section before she sucked his length back into her waiting mouth, earning a guttural groan from the man tonguing her vagina. She sank further and further until his tip curved down past her tonsils and entered into her esophagus, her nose nestled against his smooth, greenish sack. She sighed sweetly to herself before she began to bob once more, happily inhaling delicious dragon cock over and over.

She moaned wantonly around Tav’s girth as she felt his nimble serpentine tongue dance around and massage her inner walls. By Shar, did he feel incredible. She had never felt anything like this before. She ground her sex into his face even further as she took him to his root once more, playing with his hefty balls with her dainty hands.

Tav felt Shadowheart’s tongue lather and slide along his length, moaning hard into her cunt as he tried to please her. Judging from her own lewd moans, he was doing quite well. He heard her whimper disappointingly as his tongue left her vagina, before he shifting his attention to her sensitive clit. Shadowheart’s eyes popped wide as he felt his sharp tongue trace along and poke at her pink little bead. She reared her head back, letting his cock fall from her mouth.

“Mmm, yes, by Shar, yes!” her eyes rolled up, her mouth falling slack as she rode Tav’s tongue. Her moans grew louder, feeling a rush of release come crashing through her tight young body. She shook and trembled, mewling as her cunt tightened like a vice around Tav’s nimble tongue. “Oh, Tav! Ahhh!” she melted atop him, her womanly juices seeping out of her sex and onto her lover’s visage. She collapsed, her breasts crushing against his form as she panted. She lay there, satisfied and out of breath. She sighed in shameful defeat as her sensible mind gradually returned.

“Gods, there really is no hope for me, is there? I’m a hopeless slut. That’s all I am. At least I didn’t allow him to claim me with his-.”

Suddenly she felt a pressure on her from below as she was pushed and Tav flipped them over, repositioning on top of her. Shadowheart was still in too much of a post-orgasmic haze to put up much of a struggle. By the time she realized what was happening, Tav’s breath was on her face, and he had taken his place in between her parted legs. Her eyes widened as she felt the tip of his cock probing her vaginal folds, ready to delve deep inside her beautiful body. She squirmed beneath him, trying to wriggle free.

“No, wait! You don’t understand!” she pleaded.

But it was too late. Tav surged forwards, using his cock as a battering ram to breach Shadowheart’s vaginal gates.

Shadowheart gasped, her mouth dropping open as she felt her walls stretch to accommodate the foreign, draconic invader. Tav groaned, burying every inch of his scaly cock on Shadowheart’s whore cunt. God, was this little slut tight, but he kept pushing, lifting her leg slightly to allow for easier access. Shadowheart let a lustful, involuntary moan escape her lips, as Tav filled her pretty pussy to the brim in one gradual motion. At last, she felt his tip bump against the walls of her innermost chamber. Her cervix. Shadowheart’s lovely lips formed a round oval shape as her eyes glazed over, mouthing a silent moan, his forward motion finally coming yo a stop when he realized her could go no further.

“Tav . . .” Shadowheart breathed, staring back at him with lusty, amorous eyes. All thoughts of resistance and restraint fled her mind, for she had been reminded of just how incredible it felt to have her tight twat stuffed with cock. She simply adored the sensation of feeling so . . . full. His uneven, rigid texture prodding her sensitive, vaginal walls made for an alien experience, but not an unwelcome one.

Tav grimaced as he felt Shadowheart’s pussy clench and hug his length, and so he drew himself back. Shadowheart gave a docile, pouting whimper when she felt him leave her cunt’s warm embrace, only for him to thrust back in with twice as much force as before. Shadowheart cried out in pained pleasure as she felt his tip punch against her cervix, her soft breasts bouncing in rhythm before settling back into place with a slight jiggle.

“Oh, Gods!” she howled, her last shred of shame fleeing her mind, for she had surrendered wholly to the call of Tav’s dragon cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, squeezing him nearly as tight as her vagina was. She looked lovingly into his reptilian eyes, melting in his arms like butter. “Fuck me, Tav,” she said, almost whispering. “Make me your whore. Your pretty little slut. Claim me. Own me.”

Tav roared in response, taking hold of her hips with each hand as he began properly plowing the cock hungry cleric. Shadowheart moaned with wanton abandon with each vicious thrust, throwing every sense of dignity to the wind yet again, letting her most sacred temple be pillaged and plundered like a common tavern wench. Shadowheart threw her head back, eyes rolled back.

“Lady Shar, please show mercy on my soul,” she begged for forgiveness just as she had so many times before, even as she moved her hips up in time to meet Tav’s thrusts. “I’m sorry, I tried my best. I beg you, please look away!”

Tav would have been confused by her wild chanting, but his mind were on other matters, those matters being her hypnotizing tits, bouncing up and down each time he sawed in and out of her tender pussy. He leaned in, taking her left breast into his mouth, sucking on her sensitive pink nipple. Moan after whorish moan left Shadowheart’s dirty little mouth, sighing sweetly as her tits were claimed and devoured.

“Gods, your cunt is so damn tight!” said Tav, coming up for air.

“Don’t cum! Not yet! Please not yet!” Shadowheart begged, releasing her grip from his neck and sprawling out on her back, letting Tav fuck her as hard as he pleased. “I’m so close!”

Tav bucked his hips harder into her, taking his hand and bringing it to her quivering clit. 

Shadowheart grabbed her breasts as she rocked back and forth, rolling her fingers against her nipples as Tav rubbed her clitoris. By now the whole camp must have been woken by her lustful wails, but she was far beyond caring. She felt Tav hit that special spot one final time, and that was it. The slut let out last mewling moan as her pussy constricted and clenched around his cock, her second orgasm of the night rushing through her. Tav’s face twisted into a pained grimace, for she had grown far too tight to hold on. He groaned, feeling his cock explode inside Shadowheart’s whore cunt.

Her body arched upwards, her eyes losing focus as she felt Tav’s virile seed shoot deep inside her, passing through her cervical gates and spilling into her fertile young womb. Her moans waned, coming to a gradual end while Tav’s hot cum settled in her inner-most chamber.

Tav receded, his balls fully drained, leaving Shadowheart’s dripping vagina vacant, yet deeply satisfied. Tav collapsed atop the exhausted Shadowheart, her breasts crushing against his chest. Shadowheart let her legs fall limp, offering no resistance underneath Tav's muscular form. Neither said a word to each other before they drifted into sleep mere moments later.

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Shadowheart had a great ass. A fantastic ass. Maybe the best ass in the Sword Coast. This was known.

Maybe it was all the attention she received for having such an incredible rear end, on top of all of her other attractive features, that turned her into such an absolute whore. Men (and many women) just couldn’t get enough of that tight, heavenly butt. Or maybe she was just born with a genetic predisposition to mature into one of Faerun’s sexiest little sluts.

Either way, the girl was a whore, and she was well aware of the power her legendary ass had over people. At the moment, her and the party were in the Zhentarim hideout, and Shadowheart seemed to be speaking with their merchant, Brem.

“Hmmm, you sure you can’t do any better?” she inquired, looking over the enchanted mace.

“No discounts, lady. The price is the price.” Said Brem. “Take it or leave it.”

Shadowheart bit her lip. She wasn’t wearing her armor. She was wearing her camp clothes that worked to perfectly accentuate her glorious ass, knowing an occasion like this might arise.

Time to show the world what true sluts are made of.

“Hmm, perhaps I can find something else to satisfy my needs,” Shadowheart spun around and looked to a crate behind her full of baubles. She bent over in front of the man, deliberately as far as she could. Her big butt stretched the flexible material so much Brem could hear the fabric tightening against her skin. Brem looked right at Shadowheart’s ass, able to see every individual curve of her delicious booty. “Are there any enchanted items in this crate? Something more affordable, perhaps?” she said in an innocent tone.

“Uh, erm,” Brem stammered, his mind not focused only on Shadowheart’s assets. Already, he found himself beginning to sweat.

Shadowheart rose up and turned around, pretending to be surprised when she spotted Brem’s hard on through his trousers. “Oh my, you didn’t get that excited just for me, did you?” she said sultrily, inching forward. She stood right in front of the Zhentarim now, knowing she had the horny man in the palm of her hand. She smiled lewdly. “Tell me, mercenary, how much do you think my ass is worth?”

“W-what?” swallowed Brem.

“My ass. The one you were just gawking at and drooling over. Do you think it’s worth, oh, let’s say, perhaps the cost of that fancy mace?”

“I, I, I can’t just-.”

“You can’t what? Just give me the mace because you like my big butt? Well, that’s not the deal. The deal is so much sweeter. How about you and I head up to that empty room above us, you know, past the traps? And for, oh, let’s say, thirty minutes? This beautiful ass? It’s all yours,” she said, giving him a slow twirl just to remind him of what he’s being offered.

“Y-you’re whorin’ yourself out? For a mace?”

Shadowheart frowned at the comment, and bent herself over again, this time so the mercenary could peek straight down her shirt and get a good look at her ample cleavage. “Why? Would you like to talk me out of it?”

The Zhentari just stared for a moment, unable to believe the situation he had been thrust into. That said, the decision she was giving him was not a particularly hard one.

A few moments later . . .

“Unnnhh, oh, oh, Gods,” Brem breathed in ragged pants as the servant of Shar serviced him.

Shadowheart was on her knees, bottomless, her ass totally bare, with half of Brem’s cock nestled in her warm, succulent mouth. The slutty cleric stared up st him with narrowed, relaxed eyes, making sounds of sweet satisfaction while she dragged her lovely lips up and down his shaft. She lifted her bottom off her hind legs and angled her head downwards so she could let his entirety of his member slide past her gums and sink down into her little whore throat.

“Oh, fuck!” Brem reared his head back in pleasired disbelief when he felt Shadowheart’s chin come to rest against his wrinkled sack.

“Mmmmmmm,” Shadowheart moaned to herself, letting her eyes shut gently, appreciating his flavor and the sensation of his cock lodged deep in her gullet.

She was clearly enjoying herself. The mace was just an excuse. Shar’s favorite slut was just looking for an opportunity to get laid. She bobbed her head up she down, taking every inch of him every movement.

“You’re, you’re better than prostitute I ever had,” Bredd said breathlessly.

Shadowheart hummed at his praise, her cheeks turning a deep red as a blush came over her. She receded, releasing his dick with a pop, smiling up at him as she stroked him.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” with that, she ducked underneath his manhood and sucked his heavy balls into her skilled mouth.

The man’s ensuing moans carried throughout the stone cellar, even reaching above. He could hardly hold it in when he felt Shadowheart’s deft and nimble tongue run along each individual fold of his sack. His testicle dipped in and out of her, slipping between her lips each time she bounced her tight body up and down. First one ball, then the next.

“Gods! If you keep that up I’ll cum!”

Shadowheart sighed, then released his drenched pouch. “Well, we wouldn’t want that, now would we? Not when you’ve still got my bottom to stick your cock into,” she gave him a saucy wink, and stood up.

Brem watched in awe as the sultry cleric pulled her shirt over her head to let her perky tits bounce free, then turned and bent herself over one of the nearby crates, waving her bare ass at him while she peeked over her shoulder with an eager grin. She spread her cheeks, revealing her puckered hole, sitting just above her soaked womanhood. She had the cutest little mole on her butt, a beauty mark, as a scrumptious cherry on top.

“Fuck my ass as hard as you like.”

Brem didn’t need to be told twice. He lined up his prick against her tightest orifice, prodding her. Shadowheart bit her lower lip.

“Don’t tease me, fuck me!”

Brem smirked and pushed forward, forcing himself in further and further until he broke her seal. Shadowheart moaned like a whore, feeling Brem steadily fill her little asshole.

“Mmmm, yes . . .” Shadowheart sighed dreamily. “I love a nice cock in my ass.”

Brem groaned, sheathing every bit of his prick inside the young hussy that he could fit. He began pumping, fucking her fluidly. Her ass was tight as the Hells, but broken in at the same time. He didn’t have to work too hard to get all the way inside her, but damn did she squeeze him like a vise. Truly, the raven-haired girl had the perfect ass, both to look at and to fuck.

“Gods! Your, your ass, it’s super-fuckin-natural!” Brem moaned, planting one of hands on Shadowheart’s butt, both for support and just to feel those soft, toned cheeks.

A pleased grin curled up Shadowheart’s face as she was fucked back and forth. She loved how much men worshipped her ass. Hells, everyone worshipped her ass. Those that didn’t stare out of lust did so out of envy. Her supple breasts swayed beneath her at a hypnotizing pace, that is until Brem leaned in over her exposed back and reached around to cup one of them in his palms. Her tits were so firm. Not gigantic, but plenty of pillowy flesh to squeeze and savor. All the while, Shadowheart was heaving out erotic mewls and moans like the sultry slut she was.

She let her lips part, her eyes fall closed, getting lost in the wonderful sensation of being fucked in the ass by a man she hardly knew. Hells, she didn’t even know his name. With every strong thrust and every shameless moan, she strayed further from her Lady Shar’s sacred teachings. Brem’s eyes were glued to Shadowheart’s beautiful bottom, gaping in awe at the way her ass rippled and bounced. The cleric of Shar let one hand wander down between her legs, rubbing her sensitive clit. She bucked against him with more aggression than before, her whole body trembling, biting down hard on her lower lip.

“Unnnnnhhh, fuck! Yes! YES!” Shadowheart cried out, rearing upwards in one final roar of arousal.

Brem felt her rectal walls clench and constrict, and that was it for him. He was already close to his limit. He let out a guttural groan and erupted, flooding her tight ass with his virile seed. Shadowheart’s whorish moans echoed out into the caverns. Not even stone walls were strong enough to fully muffle a slut as shamelessly loud as her. Brem pumped every last spurt of cum into her wonderful ass, until there was simply nothing more to give. When he was fully spent, he fell back onto his own ass, gazing up tiredly at the heavenly sight before him. Shadowheart let out one last sigh, then slumped face-first onto the crate, hanging on only loosely. Feminine fluids and juices spilled from her cunt, mixing together with the river of semen pouring from her puckered, upper hole.

“Gods, truly an ass to die for,” Brem muttered.

That’s when the cellar door swung open, and his leader, a fair-haired beauty named Zarys, stepped into the room. She must have heard their rutting from the caves below.

“What the fuck is this? Brem, what’re you doin’?”

“Aw, shit,” said Brem, climbing to his feet and fumbling with his pants. “Um, we was just.”

“You was just what? Fuckin’ this whore up the ass on company time?”

Brem pursed his lips. “Alright, fine. Me and the little slut made a deal, see? She gives me a go at that flawless ass of hers, and she gets a fancy mace.”

“Oh, is that so? Well, I hope it was worth it, cause you just fucked yourself out of a week’s pay!” She said, jabbing him in the chest with her finger.

Brem didn’t even have to think. “Yeah, it was worth it. Have you seen that ass?”

“Get down there you!” Zarys ordered.

Brem nodded in silence and scurried away, leaving Shadowheart to slowly pick herself up. Zarys turned, eyeing the young whore.

“I still want that mace,” said Shadowheart with a pained groan, cracking her back. “A deal’s a dealm”

“Any deal made not involving money without the approval of their superior is null and void,” said Zarys.

Shadowheart gave an irritated glare, even if it was worth it just to get her butt stuffed.

“But, I’ll tell you what, slut. I’ll still let you keep that mace of yours. But first,” Zarys leaned in, until her lips were nearly right on top of Shadowheart’s. She grinned, hooking a finger around the hem of her pants. “You do know how to scissor, right?”

Shadowheart flashed her brows, then shrugged with a smile. “I have been known to enjoy the company of women from time to time.”

“Fuck, yes!” moaned a sweath, dreamy-eyed Zarys.

The two women lay totally naked on the dirty stone floor, their slender legs intertwined, thrusting and grinding their groins in sensual bliss. Shadowheart shifted upwards, her palms digging into the rocky surface, beginning to heave herself against the other red-haired woman’s pink cunt with her own, mashing their vaginal lips together.

“Gods, it’s been a while since I fucked another woman like this,” Shadowheart panted with a wry grin, tits bouncing up and down in perfect tandem. She threw her head back with a heady moan, her ponytail cracking like a whip.

“Mmmm,” Zarys hummed happily, her eyes shut with an ear to ear grin curled up her face. “A slut as talented as you should be working as a high-class whore in Baldur’s Gate, not out here sleeping in the dirt. You could earn way more money putting these skills to good use.”

“I, I have other duties to tend to, ah!” Shadowheart said in-between her sighs and deep breaths each time their vaginas joined and became one.

“That’s a shame. Such a perfect body going to waste,” Zarys leaned over to cup one of Shadowheart’s bouncing breasts, earning another moan from the raven-haired woman. “Great tits on you,” then she grinned deviously. “Now let’s see that ass of yours up close.”

With that, she flipped Shadowheart over on to her stomach. The cleric giggled, seeming to know what the Zhentarim was up to as she pulled her lower half closer. Shadowheart tucked her left leg in under Zarys’s and raised her bottom. She looked over her shoulder with a smirk while the mercenary lowered herself, planting her own ass on the floor. Zarys then placed a hand on Shadowheart’s smooth hips, running her fingers down her curvy backside. “It really is the perfect ass.”

Zarys thrust her hips upwards into Shadowheart’s from below, making the angle just right so their vaginas could meet. Shadowheart groaned, and began heaving herself side to side in time with Zarys’s forward movements, fucking like proper horny lesbians. Zarys looked on in wonder just as Brem did, just watching Shadowheart’s heavenly ass bounce and ripple against her groin while their cunts collided and mashed together. Just as before, Shadowheart’s wanton, whorish moans could be hard from all around.

Zarys cracked a smile, “Brem was right. This is definitely worth a week’s pay. I might even have to go easy on him after I’ve fucked it myself.”

Shadowheart let out another girlish giggle, but then her smile faded, her irises rolling up in the back of her head, her mouth falling open as she felt another climax fast approaching. Her body spasmed and shook, a cry escaping her lovely lips as she grinded her trembling folds against Zarys’s and came all over her pink pussy. The sensation of Shadowheart’s warm juices splashing against her womanhood drove Azrys over the edge right along with her. They moaned together in unison, a whorish harmony, then collapsed into each other’s splayed legs.

“Fuck me,” chuckled a tired Zarys, staring at the ceiling. “You definitely earned that mace, girl.”

“Hm?” said Shadowheart, lifting her head to look back at Zarys.

“The mace? You know, the whole point of this?”

Shadowheart blinked when it finally came to her. “Oh, yes, of course. The mace. Yes, I wanted it very much.”

For a worshipper of Shar, she wasn’t much of a liar.

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Ever since Shadowheart had first laid eyes on Isobel, she had been infatuated with the sexy little Selunite. Usually, she preferred cock, but the silver-haired cleric was just so beautiful. So very beautiful. There was something about her. Something truly enchanting. She knew it was blasphemous to lay with a worshipper of the Moon Witch, but it didn’t matter now! She was free of Shar at last! Finally, she could  indulge in all her sinful desires without worry of judgement, not that it ever stopped jer in the first place. The little whore simply couldn’t resist the desired of her lustful mind. The cravings of her tight, whorish cunt.

She wanted that hot moon bitch. She wanted her bad.

That night there would be a celebration at Last Light in due to their victory of Isobel’s father, Ketheric Thorm. Shadowheart spent almost the whole night eyeing her fellow cleric. Gods, was she beautiful with those majestic silvery hair and those beautiful baby blue eyes. Her tight little body looked so incredibly fuckable. So petite, yet nice and curvy in all right places. Shadowheart bit her bottom lip, feeling her cunt ache with lust as she watched her move and bounce around the inn. Isobel looked so happy in that celebratory moment. She was wearing the widest of smiles. Shadowheart would have liked to see her wearing nothing at all but that smile. Shadowheart hugged her legs together, rubbing one knee against the other to stimulate her clit with her inner leg as discreetly as she could.

“Mmmmm, I bet her pussy is so delightfully delicious,” Shadowheart thought to herself as she licked her lips in a slow, sensual manner.

She could just picture Isobel moaning with lust and abandon as she absolutely ravaged her pale, naked form. Crashing her own lovely lips against hers and seeing that happy, smiling face cry out her name in glorious ecstasy. Fuck, Shadowheart couldn’t wait to make a whore out of her.

Unfortunately, her so called “lover” Aylin had been virtually attached at her hip all night. That damn sanctimonious, holier than thought, arrogant Aasimar. She had to admit, part of her attraction to Isobel was just the idea of cucking that cocky demi-god and knocking her down a peg. Oh yes, she was going to very much enjoy this. She was just waiting for her moment, trying to think of a valid excuse to get Isobel alone. Finally, it came to her.

Isobel was enjoying a drink with her lover when Shadowheart came between them rather suddenly.

“Isobel, excuse me, but I have something I’d like to speak to you about privately. It won’t take but a moment. It’s about Selune.”

Isobel’s beautiful face lit right up. “Oh, were you thinking of converting fully?”

“Ummm, yes. That’s it exactly. I just wanted to talk, cleric to cleric, before I made any commitments. Perhaps we could venture up to your room for a brief moment?” Shadowheart asked with a devious grin, pointing just above.

“Of course!” the Selunite nodded, then looked over to Aylin. “Excuse me, my love, I will be right back, I promise.”

“Oh, very well,” Aylin conceded, although looking somewhat reluctant. “Don’t participate in any disloyal shenanigans now,” she said jokingly.

“Oh, Aylin!” Isobel laughed it off.

Shadowheart just grinned wider than before. Aylin had no idea just how accurate her guess would become.

“After you,” Shadowheart gestured to the staircase.

Isobel started up the stairs with Shadowheart close behind. From this downward angle, Shadowheart had the perfect view of Isobel’s tight little ass, rising and falling with each step. They reached her room a moment later and stepped inside. Isobel walked over to her desk, presumably to get some readings and books regarding the Moon Maiden. They would not be needing those, however. Shadowheart shut both doors behind them, but didn’t lock them. She was actually hoping to be caught. She wanted Aylin to know.

“So, I have a few things here, what exactly were you looking to talk about?” Isobel asked, bending over her desk and sticking her plump ass outwards.

Shadowheart didn’t answer, instead placing both hands on her hips and striking a sultry pose. “Well, actually, my dear Isobel, I’m afraid I haven’t been entirely honest with my intentions.”

“Hmmm? Whatever do you mean?” Isobel asked, turning to face her.

Shadowheart shrugged with a coy smile, then brought both hands upwards, cupping her beautiful breasts and squeezing them together. “To be honest, I actually seek an encounter of a far more . . . intimate nature.” Shadowheart cocked her head slightly, pricking her lip with a saucy smirk.

It took a moment for the truth to register for the silver-haired cleric. Then Isobel’s eyes widened, a massive blush coming over her face as she realized she been misled.

“Gods, Y-you didn’t come here to hear about Selune, you came here to seduce me.”

“Yes,” Shadowheart confessed, washing her hands of the trickery. She stepped closer to the Selunite, who quickly backed away into her desk.

She was flushed as can be. No man or woman could resist the sultry charms of Shar’s most devoted slit, not even on of Selune’s faithful.

“No, I cannot!” Isobel cried out, trying to stop the advancing Sharran. “You’re beautiful Shadowheart, truly, but my heart belongs to another. We cannot do this. Aylin has just been rescued! She, she is the only woman for me!” said Isobel, but Shadowheart could tell the sexy Selunite was unsteady. 

Easily toppled. All she needed was a little push.

Shadowheart just gave a slight smile and a shrug. “Aylin doesn’t have to know, silly girl.”

Shadowheart pulled her signature, skin-tight top up and over head. Isobel’s mouth fell open in pure lust as Shadowheart’s lovely tits sprang free and settled into view. The little whore had gone without a bra. Isobel had nowhere to go as Shadowheart closed in on her, wearing the hungriest, most whorish grin she had ever seen. The Selunite’s eyes were fixed on Shadowheart’s lovely bosom. No one, man or woman, could resist the sight of Shadowheart’s perfect breasts. She could turn a straight woman gay, and a gay man straight. It was an strange, mystical quality of hers.

“No, please, I can’t,” Isobel said weakly, close to breaking down.

Shadowheart was impressed. She had more willpower than most, but Shadowheart had the ability to turn even the most loyal spouses into whores, and Isobel would be no different.

“Come to me, my beautiful slut. Come to me, now,” said the dreamy former-Sharran. She bent over, meeting Isobel’s quivering lips with her own. 

Isobel didn’t resist, but the girl was trembling like a leaf in the wind. She knew this was wrong. She was betraying her beloved Aylin, and only after they had just been reunited. Even so, she was kissing her back. There was just no resisting Shadowheart’s feminine charms.

“N-no . . .” Isobel crumbled, her last bit of loyalty leaving her, before Shadowheart pushed her nimble tongue down the slutty Selunite’s slender throat, and she melted in the raven-haired woman’s dark embrace. “Unnnnhhhhhhhh . . .”

The beautiful girls tongue-kissed with blind, lustful passion. Sharran and Selunite. The Shadow and the Moon. Isobel felt Shadowheart’s hand on her breast, massaging her soft flesh through her clothes. Isobel broke the steamy kiss, threw her head back, and moaned like a wanton whore. It was over. Her bond with Aylin had been shattered, just like that. Shadowheart hoisted the little slut up and onto her desk. Isobel mewled and whimpered, spreading her legs wide for her new lesbian lover. Her back against the wall, she threw both arms around Shadowheart, bringing her closer and deepening their kiss.

“Mmm, you taste so sweet, Isobel,” Shadowheart’s smiled.

Isobel stared back into Shadowheart’s entrancing eyes, ashamed and defeated, but fuck if Shadowheart wasn’t the hottest little thing she had ever seen. She never had a chance.

“Curse you, Sharran whore. Curse you!” she chastised Shadowheart, even while stripping out of her own top. Then she unclaimed her bra and let it fall around her waist, setting her wonderful breasts free at last.

“Awww, that’s not very nice,” Shadowheart giggled.

Shaowheart licked her lips, and leaned in to take one of Isobel’s pale tits into her warm mouth. Isobel let her head fall back against the wall, moaning in ecstasy, eyes rolling over in her skull.

“Forgive me, Aylin. Please, forgive me, ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuck . . .” Isobel’s eyes became unfocused, and drifted away along with whatever shred of integrity she still possessed.

Before she knew it, her pants were off, and both women were fully naked, their bare bodies entangled on the floor in a 69 position. Shadowheart was on top, eating Isobel’s pretty pussy out while Isobel returned the favor, all while the Sharran’s perfect ass swayed back and forth in her face. All thoughts of Isobel’s one true love faded from her mind as Shadowheart’s whorish charms worked their magic. Isobel’s nimble tongue danced along Shadowheart’s cunt lips, then penetrated her folds to delve deeper inside.

“Mmmmm, fuck, I see Selunites possess significant sexual talent,” Shadowheart giggled, bouncing jer huge ass up and down on Isobel’s pretty face.

“God, your butt is so beautiful. I, I just can’t resist,” Isobel said breathlessly.

“No one can,” Shadowheart giggled back.

“I, I, oh, oh fuck! Ahhhh!” Isobel’s back arched, her fingers digging into the floor as she felt a sudden orgasm rip through her body. “Unnnhhhhhhh!” she cried out, feminine fluids spurting from her tight, half elf cunt. “Oh, fuck. Let get more of that tasty Sharran pussy.”

Shadowheart threw her head back when she felt Isobel return her efforts to her cunt, eating her out with even more intensity and enthusiasm than before Shadowheart postured herself up, bouncing herself up and down on Isobel’s nimble tongue, breasts heaving and jerking. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her vagina quivering. She ground her big butt against Isobel’s tongue, mewling and moaning like a shameless whore as she came all over the silver-haired cleric’s pretty face.

“Ohhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuck. Gods yes, I’m such a slut,” Shadowheart cooed, confessing her true nature, which the whole world already knew anyway.

By then the little hussy had fucked half the sword coast.

The pair of naughty clerics giggled like slutty schoolgirls, for their time together wasn’t over yet. They maintained eye contact as each wrapped their legs around the other’s, their tender pink cunts coming to meet in the middle. They moaned in sinful unison, mashing their beautiful pussies together. Their vaginal lips folded into the other’s nearly perfectly. Shadowheart leaned in with a naughty smirk, rubbing her fingertips against Isobel’s sensitive bell. Isobel let her head fall back and her mouth hanging open in wanton abandon, before beginning to heave herself up and down, grinding her cunt roughly against Shadowheart’s.

The two wonderfully lewd ladies were soon bucking their naked groins against each other’s, moaning like the hungry, wild whores they were. Their cunts were making the most delicious, wet smacking sounds while they fucked like shameless street tramps.  Shadowheart couldn’t help but feel pleased with herself. She had accomplished exactly what she aimed to. She had turned the so called faithful and loyal lover to Aylin into nothing more than a wild, shameless whore. Perhaps this was just her projecting, but Shadowheart had always believed that all women were depraved little whores deep down inside, just like she was. All they needed was a little push. In Isobel’s case, it appeared she was correct.

The once dignified Selunite had been worn down to nothing but a sighing, panting slut, a beautiful bitch in heat. Her eyes narrowed and glazed over, her irises rolling upwards. Her jaw fell slack, moaning whorish, amorous moans at peak volume. Her perky tits bounced up and down along with her sexy pale body while her and Shadowheart melded their womanhoods together in mind numbing bliss.

“O-oh Gods! Fuck, I’m cumming!” Isobel cried out as her cunt began to convulse and her whole body shaking. Feminine juices spouted out of her tight pink cunt as she came hard all over Shadowheart’s own dripping sex.

Perhaps ot was the power of suggestion or the sensation of Isobel’s vaginal lips trembling against hers, but Shadowheart soon found herself coming as well. She arched her back upwards, slamming her cunt into Isobel’s one last time before a whorish roar of arousal escaped her lips and shot out to the heavenly skies above.

“UNNNNHHHHHH! OH FUCK YES! AHHHHH!”

The sexy, slutty clerics climaxed in the other’s embrace, clutching their tender bodies right as they rode out their respective orgasms. When it was all over, and both women were quite winded, they collapsed naked onto the floor, drenched in their own sweat and each other’s vaginal fluids.

“By Selune, what have I done?” Isobel’s eyes widened in horror for the weight of her shameless actions came into clarity, for her mind was clearing at last. “You damned, accused Sharran whore,” she cursed at Shadowheart. “I should never have trusted you.”

Shadowheart chuckled as she sat up, her perfect, creamy breasts hanging firm. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy every second of that.”

The next second the door opened and someone peeked their head in.

“Isobel?” came Aylin’s voice. “I thought I heard sounds of struggle. Are you two alright in here?” Then her eyes drifted downwards to the floor.

Isobel’s face grew to that of pure mortification and shame. Aylin’s jaw fell open in pure disbelief.

“W-what is this? What’re you two-.”

“Oh it’s just like you said,” the shameless Shadowheart twisted her baked body around, giving Aylin a cheeky wink. “We were just having a little struggle. With none of our clothes on.”

“Wait, no! Aylin, let me explain!” Isobel said in a panicked voice, scampering to her feet and making her breasts bounce as she rose. “You have to understand! S-she tricked me, she-.”

“How could you do this,” said a devastated, shattered Aylin. Her sadness turned to raging anger into he blink of an eye. “How could you do this to our love?!”

“To be honest, she didn’t give it up too easily. You can take pride in that at least. ‘I have a girlfriend that’s less slutty than most.’” Said a grinning Shadowheart.

“Quiet, you devil!” Isobel cried in desperation. “Aylin, please! Please forgive me!”

“I trusted you Isobel, and you betray me? For a Sharran? For this worthless slut?” Aylin gestured.

“Hey!” Shadowheart frowned in disapproval. “This ass alone is worth more than your whole body!”

“After all we’ve been through together. You, you’re nothing but a faithless, shameless whore!” Aylin lasted at Isobel.

Isobel fell to her bare knees with tears in her eyes. “No! No, I’m not a whore! I promise!”

“Silence, slut! Our bond is dead!”

With that, the furious Aylin launched herself upwards, breaking a giant hole in the roof and flying away. She was gone in moments.

“NOOOOOO! Aylin! I’m sorry!” Isobel cried and sobbed, toppling over in crippled sadness. “This is all your fault!” She screamed at Shadowheart, who was finally climbing to her feet. “It’s all your fault, you homewrecking, evil whore? How could you do this? You’ve ruined my life!”

Shadowheart frowned. She had to admit, she did feel kind of bad. But hey, for banging a hot little bitch like Isobel? It was totally worth it.

Shar’s little whore had struck again.