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C.U.C.K.E.D H.E.R.O Ch:11
🕑 Added 2025-01-03 03:56:13 +0000 UTCThe fire crackled, the flames dancing softly in the calm cool night air. Hailey stared into them, losing herself in their mesmerising show. Wondering just how she was supposed to live with herself now.
“Are you okay Hailey?” Mason asked her.
They sat together by the fire, across from Sandor who was busy sharpening his axe and Myla who was lying on her back. Looking at the stars.
Camp had already been set up, with three tents to share between the five of them. Mason would want her to stay with him tonight… Maybe that was a good thing, even if it strained her heart.
“I’m feeling great!” She put on a smile for him. She was hurting him enough already, no need to make him feel worse by telling him how she really felt.
“Are you sure? Because we’ve really been through a lot these past days. You especially…” Mason trailed off. She knew what he meant, her time with Ungar.
He was treading lightly over the issue for her benefit, looking away from it like he’d caught her changing. He thought he was being polite by avoiding the issue, but if he’d just open his eyes he’d see her for who she really was. A cheater. A slut. And worst, someone who enjoyed being those things…
“It’s fine, really. That Goblin didn’t even touch me.” A lie. Even before Ungar got those amazingly thick fingers of his in her, other Goblin’s had already groped her while she was her captive. She played the part of distressed damsel, but she loved how it felt when they put their bony hands around her tits, or slapped her ass, jerking off as they ran a finger over her wet pussy and licked off her juices…
“I’m really glad to hear that.” Mason put his hand on her shoulder. Sparking none of the sick joy she felt when the Goblin’s touched her. “I was really worried I had put you through something terrible.”
“You didn’t.” That wasn’t a lie. She’d loved every moment serving that foul Goblin and his meaty log sized cock. It was… electric. When she set her mind to pleasing him, it was like she had locked on. Her ritual took hold and captivated her just as much as it captivated him.
Maybe that was a part of the magic? A way to make sure a temple priestess did their job, even when they thought their ‘client’ was unsavoury…
Unnecessary with a broken girl like her… She was burning with anticipation before the ritual had even begun. For her the effect was like a rush of dopamine, like a drug that heightened everything and loosened her remaining inhibitions. It felt soooo good in the moment, but then after she was left with nothing but guilty thoughts.
“You look a bit flushed.” Mason stared at her with loving eyes. Trash like her didn’t deserve a look like that. She was garbage. Filth. Whore.
“Just the heat from the fire.” She lied. Mason would hate her if she told him the truth, and she wouldn’t know how to live with herself if he hated her.
“Maybe we should go to bed? Snuggle up together under the blankets?” He whispered to her.
If it was any other man she would know exactly what they wanted, but Mason was different. He wouldn’t make a move unless she did first, she’d given him so many opportunities since they started dating. Chances to look up her skirt, to touch what she knew he wanted to touch, to push their boundaries. She even pretended to leave her camera on after a gaming session online, acting like she had no idea he could still see her. She didn’t even make it to taking her shirt off before he ended the call himself. Ever the chivalrous boy, even when it didn’t benefit him at all.
She loved him for that. It made her feel something that no other man could make her feel. But it left her empty, a hole inside her that needed to be filled.
Maybe tonight he’d be more aggressive… That kiss earlier had surprised her, it was more assertive than he normally was. Maybe living in this world was finally giving him the confidence to take from her what they both wanted him to take…
“I’d love that.” Her smile was genuine this time, and Mason seemed to pick up on the difference.
He took her hand and helped her to her feet, a rush had taken over him. A different energy. Nervousness mixed with abundant excitement.
She couldn’t help but feel the same. All those smutty fantasy stories she pleasured herself too had been right. Nothing got a man in the mood to fuck like a fight.
“We’re going to bed.” Mason told their group. “See you guys in the morning!”
Sandor just gave a grunt in response, but Myla had to open her fucking mouth.
“Could you swing by and check on Vance before y'all get cozy for the night?” She said. Not even bothering to look at them, she was still gazing at the stars. “In fact, you should probably just bunk with him Hailey, in case the poison acts up a spell.”
That fucking bitch. She had no idea why Vance was so enthralled by her. She wasn’t even that pretty, but she batted her eyes and all the boys did what she said.
Mason wasn’t swayed by that kind of thing. But he did look conflicted. He finally built up the courage to make a move, but now there was someone else in need.
“He’ll probably be fine…” Hailey cooed. Coaxing Mason on, giving him every chance to follow through on his desires.
“No. She’s right.” The words pained him to say. “You should go to Vance, make sure he’s comfortable.”
Ever the selfless hero. She wasn’t surprised.
“Okay honey…” She sighed softly. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Mason pulled her in for a hug. His hands around her waist when he so easily could have rested them on her ass.
“I love you.” He whispered into her ears. A new admission of a feeling she knew he’d been feeling since before they even started dating.
“I love you too.” She whispered back. It wasn’t a lie, but the words felt hollow when her mind was otherwise occupied. Thinking about what she was going to do tonight… Her body prickling with the electric anticipation.
She waited a moment to see if he would kiss her again, but the moment passed. His brief bouts of confidence never lasted long. She wanted him to just drag her into their tent. To say, ‘fuck Vance’ and claim her as his own. To punish her for being bad. To treat her like the trash she is.
But if he wouldn’t… She knew who would…
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“Oohhh Fuuck yes slut!” Vance moaned deeply while forcing Hailey deeper down his cock.
She had already drained two loads of cum out of him earlier when she last ‘healed’ him, but he was still as hard and eager as he ever was. He had been fast asleep when she had walked in, but the moment her lips wrapped around his cock he was awake and ready to take charge.
“Reminds me of our first date.” Vance pulled her down by her hair, grabbing it in both hands like the reins to a horse. Treating her like the subhuman trash she was. “Can’t even remember what movie was playing, but I do remember how pretty you looked after I blasted my cum all over your face.”
She remembered as well. He took her out to see a movie and before the title had even dropped she was on her knees sucking his cock in public. When the movie was over she went to wipe the fresh load of cum off her face, but he stopped her. He said that a trashy whore like her needed to advertise herself better. She needed to let every man know who she really was, deep down inside.
He didn’t get it. That’s why they couldn’t keep dating. But he did get his way that night, Hailey had worn his cum on her face until she made it home to shower. Spending an hour under the scalding hot water fingering herself while remembering all the disgusted and disappointed looks she’d gotten.
Things were different now. His cock was twice as big as before, clean shaven and oh so intoxicating. When he filled her mouth she could feel his cock inside her. Iit rubbed on the walls of her throat, deep enough to make her feel something. He didn’t care if she could breathe, he only cared about how good it made him feel.
“UnNnnghhh Fuuckkkk.” Vance yanked her back hard. Her lips kissing his body as she completely enveloped his pulsing cock. “God this new body of yours is so good. Turn around so I can get a taste of your new cunt.”
She did as he said, keeping his cock in her throat while straddling his body. Shaking her ass for him while she gargled on his divine shaft and stroked his full balls.
Electricity shot through her body as his tongue forced its way inside her. Invasively flicking around, pushing deeper. He wasn’t trying to make her feel good, he only cared about his own pleasure. His own desire to taste her, to claim every part of her.
That was exactly how she wanted it.
“My fucking good.” He panted as his tongue slipped out of her wet slit. “You taste so fucking sweet. It would be weird if it wasn’t so good.”
Without even asking, he slipped a thumb inside her. Making her wince on his cock. Then, another thumb pushed it’s way inside her. The two of them pulling her hole open, stretching her out for his amusement while she bobbed her head up and down his cock.
“So when are you going to let me fuck this pretty elf cunt?” He casually asked while stretching it open.
Hailey rose her head off of his cock, letting her drool drip down over it. It took willpower not to dive back down onto it and lap up every inch of his smooth, throbbing cock, but she had more than enough to spare. She’d never felt this confident and in control in her whole life.
“I’m only doing this because I have too…” They both knew she was lying, but the flimsy cover it gave her helped make her feel less guilty. “The second I learn a healing spell that doesn’t involve making you cum, you’re never getting to use me again.”
“Like hell I’m not!” Vance shoved his hand on the back of her head, forcing her back down onto his cock. Facefucking her twice as hard as he had before, using her mouth and throat like the trash she was.
“It only took a day to get your mouth worshiping my new cock.” Vance grunted over the wet sloppy sounds of Hailey taking his cock. “It won’t take much more time till every hole of yours is mine to use.”
She knew he was right.
When Mason had first asked her out, she still thought he would be like the other guys. But he wasn’t, he was one in a million. She promised herself she would make a change in her life. That if he could see the good in her, maybe she could as well?
But a few days in this world and the rules she had set herself felt so distant. The empty hole inside her had been a constant nagging feeling in the real world, but here she couldn’t bury her urges. This new body was so sensitive, every moment of being felt like she was edging herself. Like her mind was numb after staying up all night teasing herself without cuming.
But it wasn’t this world that had made her cheat. It wasn’t this new body, or her magic.
It was just her.
She was trash. Garbage. An awful human and an ever worse elf.
If Mason saw anything beautiful in her, then he was just as broken as she was.
Maybe that’s why she couldn’t let him go. Because she knew that if she did, she’d never find anyone like him ever again.
Finally fucking Hailey’s face hard enough to make her cry, Vance shot his load as deep into her throat as he could get it. The cum in her stomach making her body burn and pulse until finally the ritual hit it’s climax as she hit hers. The tent filling with a pink haze as a wave of cleansing energy filled her body and then shot into Vance.
Drained of everything he had, Vance fell asleep before Hailey could pull his semi-hard cock out of her throat. A quirk of her ritual that she intuitively understood. Soothe wounds was meant to be just as effective with mental wounds as it was physical ones. She could leave her target in a deep sleep once it was done. Give them the rest they needed, while conveniently letting the caster leave without any awkward goodbyes.
She had used it on Ungar back in the cave, and she used it now. She didn’t want to listen to him talk anymore.
He was right that she would give in eventually, but for now she wouldn’t let him have her. Vance was Mason’s friend, letting him take her like that felt wrong. More wrong than it already was…
She knew she was trash. Garbage. A worthless whore.
But then she remembered Mason’s words. When he told her she could do her ‘magic’ with other guys… When he told her how helpful she was. So naive and innocent, and she was taking advantage of him. It should have made her feel worse, but instead it filled her with warmth. That was one of her lowest moments and he still couldn’t help but love her.
She needed help. She’d just had an explosive powerful orgasm with Vance, but still felt a pressure in her mind. A fog that wouldn’t go away.
Maybe the alchemist had something that could calm her mind? Something to help her think straight so she wouldn’t do something that would hurt or destroy Mason.
It would probably be expensive though… Vance’s antidote was going to be…
She would probably have to resort to selling herself to pay for both potions. Whoring out her body to the lowest denizens of the town. The meanest types who would use her body without a second thought. Without caring who she was or what she was feeling. They’d use her until she couldn’t move her body, and then take her home. Fucking her fucktoy body all night until the cum was dripping out of all of her holes.
Lying next to Vance, Hailey started fingering herself. Her horrible dark fantasies the only company she had for the long, sleepless night.
Comments
northdrop
This was excellent:) love the Hailey POV! She’s such marriage material:) love that her true self is coming to the fore and poor mason hasn’t the faintest idea :)
TriangleToast
Hailey interlude for this week! We'll be meeting the Alchemist next time! Hope you all enjoy this one!!
