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For weeks now, you’ve been innocently flirting with Jodariel. The “star player” of the rites was an imposing demon woman with blonde hair, hardened eyes, and an impressive physique. Naturally, you felt drawn to her not only because she performed well, but you could tell that her loneliness was dragging her down. You wanted to be there for her no matter what, so you did everything in your power to encourage her and let her know how you felt in subtle ways.

First, you told Jodariel that you liked the way her horns look on her, and she turned away while blushing. She admitted to you that she had thought of getting them cut off so they wouldn’t be a burden, but you assured her that they helped make her who she was. They were a part of her, and she shouldn’t feel shame in that.

The day after, you personally pulled her aside after a rite and said that she looked great out there. You said that she was fighting hard and you appreciated every second while watching her. The athlete tried to hide the smirk on her face at the praise you showered her with, but the pride was clear in her eyes..

Which leads you to today, where the two of you are alone in the wagon, staring each other in the eyes as you work up the courage to tell her how you really felt about her, romantically. You say that you earnestly care for her when that fool Ignarius couldn’t seem to make a move. You remarked that it pained you to see her feelings get ignored like that. 

Jodariel stares at you, her heart beating through her chest, loud enough for the both of you to hear. Slowly, the awe-inspiring woman walks over to you, cornering you in the wagon before slamming her fist into the wall behind you. Towering over your smaller frame, Jodi gulps nervously, the words catching in her throat while she struggles to get them out.

“Reader... Do you truly mean all that you've said about me? Those were not just empty words meant to make me feel better? You truly find someone like me... attractive?”

You jump at the chance to tell her she is more than attractive, and that she’s downright gorgeous. A radiant beauty that you've never seen before, or since. You consider yourself lucky just to be in her presence since the day you met.

You could go on, but before you can say any more, Jodariel whips around and slams the door to the wagon shut. You can guess where this is going, but her forwardness surprises you when the blonde-haired demon lunges in your direction and presses her lips onto yours. Her hands fly to your cheeks to hold you still, her tongue utterly dominating yours. She’s inexperienced, clearly, but her passion is on full display. The previously unsatisfied romantic heart in your chest flutters as the tall, previously very reserved woman finally seems to reciprocate your feelings in kind.

It takes several minutes of hard, passionate kissing before Jodariel stops to catch her breath. Judging by the look in her eyes, she finds you quite skilled in the romantic art in which she was never really accustomed. The normally stone-faced demon’s expression softens. She’s finally come to terms with being able to let her guard down around someone.

“It’s been so long. No one has ever expressed their affection for me so brazenly before... It’s so... nice . I owe you so much for how far we’ve come, and yet... I haven’t realized your true feelings until now. Let me make it up to you.”

You nod sheepishly, going along with whatever Jodariel says when suddenly, she drops to her knees, causing the entire wagon to shake with a loud thud . The demon woman’s strong hands run up and down along your thighs as gently as they can. An uncertainty shows in her expression while she tries to convince herself to go through with this even as it’s already happening.

“You are a man, and I am a woman. We both have our needs, do we not?”

Jodi gazes up at you, her eyes begging for your approval and guidance. Naturally, you nod your head fiercely, in complete agreement with her. You’ve been secretly waiting for this moment for a long while. The demoness’ eyes then lock onto your hips, her focus entirely on your groin as she practically rips your pants open in one smooth motion, baring your waist completely naked before her. 

A slight twitch can be seen in her expression. She finds your manhood much larger and harder than she had expected for a man of your size. Undeterred, Jodariel smirks, grasping you firmly in one hand before stroking it up and down as if it’s something to be revered.

“Reader, I am... impressed by your endowment. Have you really hid this in your pants since we first met?”

You shyly nod, nervousness clear on your face as Jodariel lowers her mouth to gingerly kiss your tip. The respect she shows your girth is unlike anything she’s shown to her companions. Her primal hunger is made yet more obvious once she grips your buttocks with both hands and starts trying to take several inches of you down into her throat as a show of dominance.

Jodi manages it, for the most part, but she is forced to slow down when the sheer weight of it gives her pause. Your moans escape your lips earnestly, unable to hide just how much you’re enjoying the feeling of Jodi’s throat clenching around you. Seemingly unable to stop gorging herself on you, the demon woman forces you all the way into her throat, bumping her nose into your waist and letting out a guttural groan. 

You curse in a language she’s unfamiliar with, having learned it in your years of reading. You’re quick to remind Jodariel that she’s doing a great job by caressing her face with one hand and keeping her hair out of her eyes with the other. She takes this as a sign to keep going, and that’s when she starts really sucking you for all you’re worth. You thought that entering Jodi’s mouth was like a slice of heaven, but the sensation of her lips sliding down your length while she sucks you inwards is a truly hellish delight. 

For Jodariel, this is quite the surprising turn of events. Not only has she met her match on the field of the rites, but in the bedroom, as well, judging by how perfectly your massive cock fits to her taste. Before, she hadn’t given much thought to lowly creatures who wouldn’t be able to satisfy her, but she now realizes that you have all the right tools for the job. The wit of a master tactician, the heart of a hopeless romantic, and the long, throbbing length of hard flesh just waiting between your legs for a strong woman to impale herself on.

Jodariel’s sheer determination is unwavering, but her lungs are burning, and so she feels the need to come up for air, releasing your member from the warm, wet prison of her mouth and panting like a woman possessed. In a cock-drunk haze, she strokes along your entire length, feeling it pulse in her grip like a rival challenging her to battle. She never was one to back down from a challenge.

“Reader... Your words are not enough. I need you to take action. Show me how much you truly care about me. Right here... right now.”

The 7 foot tall woman stands up from between your legs and begins to disrobe. Her garments are removed with much more hesitation when compared to how she tore yours off, but you quickly follow her lead in removing your cloak and undershirt. If she’s willing to bare herself completely for anyone, you are more than happy to oblige. When she removes the armor plating over her chest and you see her voluptuous breasts fall into view, you almost gasp in sheer awe.

She’s been hiding more than you know under all that armor, and her toned abs bely the womanly figure that her waist and bust demonstrate. Jodariel is a full-bodied demon, having been exiled from military service for so long and nothing but the rites to keep her in shape, she’s become rather top-heavy, and you drink in the sight of her exposed and vulnerable body for a little longer than you probably should.

Sensing that you’re enjoying the view, Jodariel smirks once more before tilting her head towards the back of the wagon, where the fold-out bed is located. Glancing at your twitching manhood, she surmises that your attraction for her is no ruse, and that you’re willing to do whatever it takes to prove it.

“Before we do this, I must be honest with you. I’ve never... gotten this far with a man. If I do something wrong, don’t hesitate to- Mmph !”

While Jodariel is ashamed to admit that she’s a 42-year old virgin, you are not ashamed to wrap both arms around her waist and pull her in for another deep kiss. The nervousness on her face melts away. She closes her eyes and leans into you even more, putting her faith in you not only as her friend and teammate, but as her lover.

The two of you don’t even make it to the bed, your lips and tongues crash with one another again and again right there in the center of the wagon. The fighting spirit is clear in Jodariel’s eyes as she hurdles the both of you to the floor and clutches you close to her chest. It’s obvious that she won’t let you go anywhere, now, so you reach down and aim your turgid flesh right for her needy cunt. The warmth of her slippery muff emboldens you to take what you both desire, yet you tease her with a few moments of grinding first. 

Jodi angrily pulls away from the kiss, staring at you with a fiery expression and teeth grit. Shouting loud enough for everyone to hear, she ignores the intimacy of the moment to spur you to action.

“Fuck me, Reader! Make me yours!”

Those demanding words are music to your ears, as are the resulting loud moans from the demonic woman as you plunge into her depths for the very first time. She doesn’t seem to be in pain, which must mean you fit her like a glove. All you hear are pleased whimpers and deep groans when she pulls you back inside her every time you slide even a few inches out.

Jodariel is far more desperate for a good dicking than you thought, and you are eager to oblige her, considering how amazing her hot sex feels tightening around your length in a furious need. You know that she’s strong enough to take a pounding, so you lift your hips and push your hands on the ground to support yourself before plowing into her with a speed and a force that could almost compare to a real demon.

Jodi recognizes your efforts and responds by increasing the volume and frequency of her screams of pleasure, clutching your arms for stability as she rides out what feels like her first orgasm in years. An overwhelming feeling of lust washes over her, a deep-seated hunger within her finally being satisfied, much like yours. The fullness inside her is in stark contrast to the emptiness she knew before she met you. Truly this is the best possible outcome for the both of you.

“Yes! Oh, Reader! Yes! Harder !”

Various baubles and trinkets fall from the shelves as a result of your vigorous love-making relentlessly shaking the wagon. The sounds of flesh slapping, your combined moans, and the sheer force of two combatants locked in passion can be heard from hundreds of yards away.

All the while, your fellow Nightwings are huddled around a campfire not 15 feet away from the wagon, busying themselves in a vain attempt to ignore the raucous events that are happening inside their caravan.

Hedwyn and Rukey are playing a classic card game, eyes kept to the ground so that they don’t get curious and go peeking through the wagon’s windows. The younger man tugs his collar nervously, hiding his disappointment that in all the time he spent with Jodariel, he never quite got through her shell. He understood that you had more charisma than him, after all. Still, he can’t help but wonder if you felt at least a little bit awkward that they can all hear you having sex.

Rukey furrows his brow, closing his eyes and trying not to imagine Jodariel, their star athlete and close personal friend, getting railed in such close proximity. Looking down at the hand he’d been dealt, he clears his throat before speaking over the pleasured screams shamelessly bursting from the wagon behind him.

“Got any threes?”

Pamitha sits on a log facing away from the wagon, gazing up towards the moon and silently gritting her teeth. She apparently shares in Hedwyn’s jealousy, but for opposing reasons. She cannot possibly reason why you would ever choose an oaf like Jodariel over her for a roll in the hay. The youthful harp folds her wings over themselves and huffs quietly, annoyed that her not-so-subtle attempts at garnering his favor with chest thrusts and offers to drink have been totally ignored. She ponders her thoughts aloud, having no one else to understand her plight.

“Was it my personality? Did I come on too strong?... No, he’s just a weirdo that likes giant ogres. Not my problem.”

Pamitha shrugs off your disinterest with a light giggle before flying away, preferring to enjoy the feel of cool wind on her wings as opposed to sitting by the fire and getting heated. Bertrude hisses out from her separate tent, having heard every word while she was trying to get some sleep. 

“Can’t they do that sssssomewhere elsssse!? It’ssss 10 PM! I need my beauty ssssleep!”

The withered old snake-woman retreats to her tent and zips up the flap, burying her head under her pillow in an attempt to block out the noise. Meanwhile, Volfred Sandwalwood strolls by the wagon, ever engrossed in his planner in an attempt to get a leg up on the competition. Only after he hears Betrude’s hissing does he realize what’s happening in the wagon. The wizened old treant mutters a simple “atta boy” before clearing his throat and whistling nonchalantly. It’s none of his business what you and Jodariel do in your free time, although he is secretly proud that you’re getting along swimmingly.

Shae, who has taken a liking to what she’s heard and curiously stares into the closed windows of the wagon. The moon-touched child eagerly watches your shaft disappear into Jodariel’s depths over and over with utter fascination. She muses that your large manhood and her giant frame are a perfect fit together, giggling to herself aloud.

“Aww, they really are perfect for each other, huh?”

Sir Gilman slithers up to the window beside Shae, his face a deep crimson as he, too, watches the debauchery with an earnest glint in his single eye.

“I- I want to look away but I shan't! The reader is experiencing a glorious moment of conquest and I am here to support him! I will share in his honor!”

Shae claps her hands in amazement before clapping Sir Gilman on his back.

“You’re so supportive! Wow!”

That left Ti’Zo, the friendly drive-imp, sleeping soundly by himself in the wagon. It appears he isn’t roused by your riotous sexual activities, having slept through much louder disturbances than this. He’s wrapped up in his wings, snoring softly while hanging from a corner of the ceiling, unconcerned with you and Jodariel’s furious coupling.

However, you have no one else on your mind right now other than Jodariel, and you are intent to show her how much you love her throughout the night. For as long as it takes, you’ve decided, you will satisfy this demoness like no one else could.

After her fourth or fifth orgasm, you both lost count, Jodariel sees fit to tap you on the shoulder to pause your thunderous thrusts. You take a second to catch your breath and enjoy the sight of the smiling, but very worn-out woman beneath you.

“Reader, you are intense, even for me... Can we... take a break?”

You share in her smile, leaning down to kiss her once more, your shuddering sweating bodies relaxing in each other’s warmth for the first, and hopefully not the last, time. Jodariel’s heavy chest cushions you nicely, and so you take this downtime to openly fondle her large breasts, enjoying the feel of her lewd body now that you’re officially lovers.

“Th- That’s a sensitive area! Reader... rushing to grope my breasts with the eagerness of a teenager... Y- You’re incorrigible...”

Jodi makes small attempts to insult your lust for her body, but she makes no moves to stop you. The imposing woman even clutches your head to her breast at one point and runs her fingers through your hair, appreciating the feel of your lips so close to her nipple. Naturally, you take the opportunity to suck one into your mouth, teasing it with your tongue and riling her up once more.

“Y- You! Nng! More!”

That’s when you start pumping your hips again, your thick manhood once again up to the task of giving Jodariel what she wants. She is, of course, ever eager to receive. Her knees quake with the force of your body assaulting hers in a way she had previously never known before tonight. For once, she didn’t feel like she had to impose herself on anyone. She can simply be a grown woman, listening to her body’s desires to be caressed and loved. Jodi closes her eyes and pleas into your ears, intent as before but much quieter.

“Please, just... do it inside... before I pass out... I want to feel it.”

While you don’t want to stop any time soon, your own approaching climax draws nearer with each thrust. And with a request like that, Jodariel admitted that she was nearing her limit for now. Unwilling to disappoint your sexy horned lover, you pull free from her chest to gaze deep into her shining blue eyes. You know what you have to say to that.

“I love you, Jodi.”

Tears stain Jodariel’s cheeks within moments of hearing you utter those words. A feeling she worried she’d never have ever again suddenly wells up in her heart. The strong woman responds by wrapping her legs around your back and crying out in passion.

“I love you! I love you I love you I love youuuu!”

You smile, those words triggering your own orgasm. A symphony of your combined moans soon follows suit. The sensation of your hot cum flooding Jodi’s womb is enough to make her scream out once more. Unsurprisingly, your backed-up sperm overflows from between your bodies and spills all over the floor of the wagon. Also not surprisingly, neither of you can be bothered to care about the mess right now as you ride out seemingly endless waves of pleasure.

“Th- Thank you, reader... I... I’ve always wanted to be a mother.”

The now very satisfied Jodariel reaches up to pull you to her lips once more, sharing in this most intimate and wonderful moment and wishing it would last forever. For you, it is now but one of many that you are sure to share as long as you are together. From whatever may come after this, you are eager to face it with your new partner.

With the shape you’re in, however, neither of you will be performing in the rites anytime soon.