ylvathrall
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Nov 20, 2016
The room you fall into is clearly not abandoned, though its purpose isn't instantly clear. A few people lounge about the room, naked or dressed in the sort of clothes that are more naked than nothing at all. All of them are attractive, at least by someone's standards, and all of them are in one provocative pose or another. Glasses and bottles of liquor are common, and more than one of those present has a glazed look that suggests more drugs than just alcohol are working on them.
The room itself is relatively opulent, with plush carpets and heavy draperies. The ceiling, some twenty feet overhead, is set with stained glass windows depicting men and women in every sort of sexual congress; currently the windows are backlit by torches, very nearly as bright as in full daylight.
That's about all that Emilia manages to see before her vision is obscured with fur. The hellhounds fall on her in a single wave, eager and hungry. Before she can push herself to her feet two of them are on her, slamming her back down onto her back as they thrust into her pussy. The other two circle around to her head and squeeze themselves between her lips before she can so much as utter a word.
The people around the room watch with obvious interest, some of them openly stroking themselves or fondling each other. One elven woman comes up and begins petting one of the hounds as it thrusts; after a few moments she stands astride you to let the hound at her crotch, moaning as it licks her eagerly.
The room itself is relatively opulent, with plush carpets and heavy draperies. The ceiling, some twenty feet overhead, is set with stained glass windows depicting men and women in every sort of sexual congress; currently the windows are backlit by torches, very nearly as bright as in full daylight.
That's about all that Emilia manages to see before her vision is obscured with fur. The hellhounds fall on her in a single wave, eager and hungry. Before she can push herself to her feet two of them are on her, slamming her back down onto her back as they thrust into her pussy. The other two circle around to her head and squeeze themselves between her lips before she can so much as utter a word.
The people around the room watch with obvious interest, some of them openly stroking themselves or fondling each other. One elven woman comes up and begins petting one of the hounds as it thrusts; after a few moments she stands astride you to let the hound at her crotch, moaning as it licks her eagerly.