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Oh there's been quite a bit of sex. Just not with Durrak. Fat man hasn't even gotten a handy yet.
PASilla
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Not bad bro, but there are more inspired people on Patreon who seem like writers, just read this shit:
The Flower and the Lie
The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, mingled with the faint perfume of spilled blood.
The battle had ended, but the cost had been high.
The hero lay motionless on the ground, his life hanging by a thread. His skin, pale and sweaty, barely responded to touch.
Vellabelle, desperate, held his face in her hands, whispering broken prayers through trembling lips.
“He has a fever…” she murmured, pressing her lips together to keep from collapsing.
Beside her, Durrak watched in silence. In his eyes burned a mix of urgency… and opportunity. He knew this was his only chance. He had found the flower hours earlier, but it would be useless if the elf didn’t give in.
Then, in a low and almost reverent tone, he broke the silence:
“I know how to save him.”
Vellabelle turned, hopeful.
“How? Tell me, please!”
“There’s a flower in this forest. They say when mixed with the vital fluids of a man and a woman, it creates an elixir capable of restoring life itself,” Durrak said, pronouncing each word as if reciting a sacred legend. “An old healer told me. But… it has to happen during… the union.”
“Union…?” Vellabelle repeated, frowning. “You mean…?”
“That we fuck, yes,” Durrak said bluntly. “Look, I’m sorry. I don’t like this shit either, but if we want to save him… there’s no other way.”
“How dare you?!” she spat, her eyes wide with rage and disgust. “That’s obscene! You’re sick!”
“And you’ll let him die just to stay clean?” Durrak snapped, his voice cracking. “Just one moment. One fucking moment for his life. And if it makes it easier, it doesn’t even have to be face-to-face.”
“You’re insane!” she hissed, stepping back. “You’re vulgar! Disgusting!”
“Yes, I am,” he admitted with a crooked half-smile. “Vulgar, filthy, all of it. But I’d do it if it were my wife lying on the ground. Wouldn’t you?”
The emotional blow left her speechless.
Vellabelle trembled. Her mind was a whirlwind. Tears blurred her vision. She closed her eyes and pictured her husband smiling, just as he was before the battle. Her protector. Her love.
“If I do it… will it really work?”
Durrak swallowed hard.
“Yes,” he lied. “As long as our fluids mix during the act… it will work.”
The truth was different: only the flower had the power. He already had it, tucked away in a leather pouch in his pack.
But he wouldn’t use it.
Not before touching what he’d longed for so desperately.
Vellabelle lowered her gaze, defeated. Her voice was barely a whisper:
“Only if it’s not face-to-face. I couldn’t bear it… not there. That’s not for you. Only he has…”
“I know, I know,” Durrak interrupted, raising his hands like trying to calm a wounded animal. “I don’t deserve that. We’ll do it from behind. No kisses. No caresses. Nothing strange. Just what’s necessary… your way.”
“And don’t you dare enjoy it…” she added, venom in her voice.
“You’re making it real hard, my lady,” he mocked, though his eyes never left her body.
“I’m doing it for him…” she whispered. “Not for you.”
Durrak nodded. His breathing grew heavier, but controlled.
“I’d do the same… if he asked me to save you,” he murmured.
It wasn’t true, but it sounded right.
She knelt beside her husband. Kissed his forehead with trembling lips. Whispered:
“Forgive me. May the Goddess understand this is for you.”
She stood slowly. Every movement felt like lifting a mountain.
She removed the lower part of her dress. Her body was revealed little by little—pale and smooth as ivory under the moonlight.
Her buttocks—firm, round, sinful in their softness. Her breasts, large and heavy, swayed slightly as she leaned forward, but she covered them with one arm, ashamed.
Durrak was trembling. His erection pulsed like a war drum.
He lowered his pants, releasing his thick, rigid member, already glistening with anticipation. He spat in his hand and stroked himself, biting his lower lip.
He knelt behind her. Placed a hand on her hip.
She tensed immediately.
“Don’t speak,” she ordered coldly. “And if you finish quickly, even better.”
“That’s what I’m best at, my lady,” he growled with a crooked grin. “Though with that ass there… even a god would lose focus.”
“Not another word,” she snapped, not looking back. “Don’t provoke me.”
“Sorry… but damn, Vellabelle… it’s like entering a forbidden temple. One that begs forgiveness while stealing your soul.”
“Durrak!”
“Alright, alright! I’ll shut up. Just let me…” he aimed, gently rubbing her entrance, trembling. “By the gods… this is the best day of my miserable life…”
She shut her eyes tight. The contact made her shudder.
“Don’t think this is for you.”
“I know, I know. This is medicine. Hot medicine.”
He entered slowly.
“Ahh… slower…” she gasped, gripping the blanket. “You’re splitting me…”
“Gods… so tight…” he groaned. “Didn’t know an ass could be this sacred. Like it’s blessing and punishing me at the same time.”
“Is this really the time for tavern poetry?! Move, finish, and shut up!”
“I’m trying, my lady. But every thrust is a prayer. If your husband dies, I’ll bring him back just to confess what this is doing to me.”
“I’d kill you. Myself.”
“Fair. But I’d die blessed.”
He began to move. Slow. Heavy.
Each thrust made her hips jolt, her back arch… and her large breasts bounce shamelessly with each motion.
Durrak nearly lost control.
“Shit… those tits! They bounce like they’re clapping for me,” he moaned, drunk on the sight. “Like they’re cheering every thrust… ‘Go Durrak, go!’”
“Shut that filthy mouth!” she yelled over her shoulder. “You said you wouldn’t say anything!”
“I lied!” he panted, sweaty. “And your tits lie too! Pretending they’re not enjoying it while clapping the air like wild drums!”
“By the Goddess! Shut up or I’ll rip my tongue out just not to hear you!”
“I’m sorry! It’s just… fuck… they’re glorious. I’m a beast, I know… but I swear, they’re sacred chaos.”
She groaned, humiliated, but her body trembled with every movement—half from rage, half from sensations she couldn’t control.
“How can something so horrible… feel like this…?” she whispered. “It’s just shame. Not pleasure… right?”
“It’s both,” he panted. “Guilt that tastes like glory. A sin begging forgiveness while it moans.”
“Shut up, please… I don’t want to hear it.”
“I know… but your body does. I swear by all that’s filthy: your body curses me… while it pulls me in.”
She didn’t reply. Her mind was chaos.
Each thrust was an insult… but her body trembled, divided.
“I’m gonna cum…” he warned, voice broken. “By the Goddess… this is gonna break me…”
“Then do it. Finish. And don’t you dare say anything romantic!”
“Don’t worry… I’m just crying a little,” he murmured through clenched teeth. “Crying over how perfect this hell is.”
With a final, restrained moan, he pushed deep and came inside her. Trembling. Sweating. Silent at last.
“…Fuck…” he muttered. “Strike me down right now.”
Vellabelle felt the heat inside her. Closed her eyes. Clenched her jaw.
Silent tears rolled down her cheeks.
Durrak pulled out, panting.
He knelt, his member still throbbing, trembling.
She collapsed forward. Naked, with her glorious round ass covered in cum, her large breasts pressed against the ground.
Silent. Her green hair covering her face.
Humiliated. Empty—but with a purpose: her husband.
“Now… we just wait,” he said softly.
And as the moon watched in silence…
Durrak pulled the magical flower from the leather pouch and placed it on the hero’s chest.
The wound began to close.
The fluids were never necessary.
Just a lie…
One Vellabelle would never forget.
¡¡¡AWESOME!!!
Monty10
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Bro
you make me nut
Pretty good, unfortunately durrak isnt that much of a poet when it comes to what words come out of his mouth which makes this seem ooc.
Have a nice weekend. I'm going to really lock in and make some good progress. There are still about 50-60 hours of work left on 0.6.5. Our animator estimated that he would finish his work by Monday. Demo 5 should be done by the end of coming week.
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eaudecologne
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Fr vallabelle can take the backseat. Durrak is the main attraction now
Rakasob
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Give him a super saiyan transformation that will regrow his hair and turn his semen into bullets that will kill vallabelle and MC in the crossfire.
Pitcock69
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Who wrote this is definitely not an Indian!
Age of AI. Everyone is a writer, everyone is an artist, everyone pumps out mediocre slop at a press of button and thinks highly of themselves lol
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the new scene between them must be just a boob job
maybe but considering this scene takes place before the vanilla scene in the tent where she realises "how he must have felt". It could probably just be a Hj or something.